Bofur - InitfortheCraic

I thought the chap on the right was Kili for a moment (I don’t know my avengers)

Warg Attack

Rinnah stiffened slightly as Bofur picked her up, but relaxed just as quickly. Once the two of them were settled, she leaned into him, with her ear over his heart. The steady beating helped to soothe her further, while the arm around her shoulders made her feel safer. Her eyes flicked towards the window as the lightning flashed, but she only flinched slightly at the thunder. At that moment, she was completely focused on Bofur’s singing. Something about it seemed so familiar. The inability to place it lasted only for a minute, especially after the dwarf had nuzzled her, and started up again. Rinnah tucked her head under his chin and spoke softly, “I thought I knew tha’ tune. M’ da used to sing wit it when I was afraid o’ blizzards. O’ course, th’ words were dif’rent.” She looked up at him, flinching even less as the next rumble passed through. “We never ‘ad storms like these wit all th’ thunder, ‘n m’ da wasn’ there t’ help,” her voice lowered, “No one really was.” Then her brows came together in thought, and she looked Bofur in the eyes. “I don’…,” she paused before starting over, “Why weren’ ye mad? When I woke ye up, I mean.” Rinnah had a look of utter confusion on her face, and a hint of fear.

“Mad?” Bofur returned the look of confusion as he gazed down at her. “Why would I be cross with ya? You woke me up, sure, but you didn’t do tha’ to upset me, did ya? You wanted to feel safe, an’ that’s understandable!” He gave her a kind smile, and instinctively hugged her closer as thunder rolled overhead. “I can’t imagine someone being cross with ya for tha’!” He sighed as he wondered what it was that had made his guest so frightened of the electrical storm outside. The wind continued to howl, slamming a wave of rain against the little house with a crash, and the tree above them groaned as its old branches were tugged and stressed. “This is a bad one.” The dwarf admitted as he listened to the chaos outside. “Never heard one so bad. But we’re safe. Me, Bifur and Bombur built this house with our own hands, an’ I trust us to have built it strong enough.”

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“Can I buy ya an ale or anything? Wine, or…” Even though Dis was working as a barmaid, Bofur knew to treat a lady of noble birth well. Times were hard for all of the dwarven race - he’d even heard that Thorin had been working as a smith in mannish towns to get by! “I wondered if you knew…” he eyed his food and nibbled cautiously on a piece of bread. “I came here to ask after King Thorin. Is it true? Is he really lookin’ to reclaim Erebor?”

Dis eyes suddenly went cold and the smile on her face vanished “Yes, indeed he is” she said while pouring herself a glass of wine. “Why are you asking? Do you want to join him as well?” 

Bofur noticed the sudden change in her expression, and turned away as he busied himself with knocking the ash from the end of his pipe. "Aye." He said, glancing back at Dis, trying to keep any emotion from creeping into his voice. "I understood tha' the more dwarves he could recruit, the better. An' me and my brother an' my cousin want to offer our services... If that pleases King Thorin."

Camillas’ heart dropped when she heard that no one had seen the Gray Wizard. The dragon looked at the two dwarves and gave them a forced smile, though fear was showing in her eyes “There is no reason to be sorry, my friends…you have tried, and that is all I could ever ask for…” She gently nuzzled the both of them with her snout “I have no other plans but to go to Isenguard…as much as I hate the thought of returning” she paused “I am well aware that I may not be returning…and even if I was…I want you to take as much gold from my horde as you want… I wish I could give you more, but gold is all I have to offer….that and my undying loyalty”

“Isenguard, then.” Bofur patted her snout. “Though… You’re not going alone. We’ll learn where Gandalf is hiding. Hear me out!” He tried to stop any protest before she had a chance. “If Saruman sees you returning, he’ll kill ya. Two very lightly armed dwarves, though? He’s got no reason to kill us, he’s got no need to go to war with our kind. We’ll tell ‘im we told all our people we were going to meet the kind, good wizard – that way, he can’t really kill us without coming up with a pretty good reason. An’ it’s sorta true – Bombur knows our plan. If anything happens to us, he’ll be able to tell any dwarf or elf who’ll listen that Saruman the White killed his family.” Bofur smiled proudly. “So, either we get the information we need about where Gandalf resides… or we die, and the dwarvish peoples wreak their terrible  revenge on Isenguard.” Bifur nodded in agreement, patting Camillas clumsily. “So it’s settled.”