A cozy morning.
Bofur x female!reader
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The inn was still quiet when you woke, the kind of hushed stillness that only came on winter mornings when even the wind seemed to hold its breath. A pale sliver of dawn slipped through the shutters, brushing the room with soft gold. The blankets were warm and heavy, thick enough to make you forget the cold waiting just outside the door.
Bofur was already awake.
Not fully — his eyes were half‑lidded, and there was a sleep-soft smile tugging at his lips — but awake enough that he’d gathered you closer into the crook of his arm. His fingers moved slowly, tenderly, combing through your hair in lazy strokes.
“Mm,” he hummed, voice a warm rumble in his chest. “Mornin’, lass.”
You blinked up at him, still drowsy. “You’ve been awake long?”
“Long enough to admire the view,” he said, grin widening as he brushed a stray braid behind your ear. “Though I don’t mind admirin’ a bit longer.”
Your cheeks warmed — not that you minded. With Bofur, it was impossible not to smile back. “Flatterer.”
“Only when it’s true.”
His fingers resumed their gentle path through your hair, following the curve of your scalp, untangling knots with the softest patience. He worked like a craftsman — slow, careful, reverent — as though tending to you was the most natural thing in the world.
Outside, you could faintly hear the rest of the Company stirring. Someone — likely Ori — dropped something. A muffled curse followed. Bofur chuckled under his breath.
“Sounds like they’re up,” you murmured, though neither of you made any effort to move.
“Aye, but they can manage a bit without us.” He shifted just enough to tuck your head beneath his chin. “’Sides… it’s warm here. And you’re here. And that’s two very good reasons not to leave.”
You let your fingers trace the edge of his coat sleeve — soft, worn, familiar. Bofur pressed a small kiss to the crown of your head, his moustache tickling just enough to make you giggle.
He beamed at the sound, his eyes glowing like embers. “There’s my favorite sound.”
You rolled your eyes — affectionately — and nuzzled closer. His arms folded around you instantly, like he’d been waiting for you to do exactly that.
For a few moments, you simply breathed together. Warm. Safe. Wrapped in each other and the blankets and the quiet.
“I could stay like this forever,” you whispered.
Bofur’s hand stilled, then cupped the side of your head gently. “Then let’s steal a little more o’ forever before breakfast.”
And so you did — nestled together in the soft morning light, the world outside forgotten, if only for a little while.
