#bofurxreader

I’m in the process of doing a major overhaul on most of my fics-- the only one I still need to update the original parts for is “Why Are You Here” past part one.

Bifur

Caught Staring (BifurXdwarf!reader)

Bilbo

*to be written later*

Bofur

About Last Night (BofurXdwarf!reader)

Bad Day (BofurXdwarf!reader)

But You Could Get Sick (BofurXreader)

Bombur

Jaybird- Part 1 (BofurXhuman!reader)

Jaybird- Part 2

Bombur’s New Stove (BomburXhuman!reader)

Dwalin

The Love of a Guard (DwalinXdwarf!reader)

Fíli

Amber Ale and uncertainties (Fíli)

Kíli

It’s Just a Song— Part 1 (KíliXhuman!reader) (I don’t like this series anymore so i’m not just redoing it)

It’s Just a Song— Part 2

Taken— Part 1 (KíliXDwarf!reader)

Taken—Part 2

Taken— END

Nori

On My Honor (NoriXhuman!reader)

Ori

Buttons (OriXdwarf!reader)

Fear the Dark —ignore this one; I'm not redoing it for Ori. (the premise was repurposed and used for Jaybird though)

Forgotten Formalities (OriXhobbit!reader)

Why Are You Here? Part 1 (OriXdwarf!reader)

Why Are You Here? Part 2

Why Are You Here? Part 3

Why Are You Here? Part 4

Why Are You Here? Part 5

Thorin

The Ones Left Behind (ThorinXhobbit!reader) -Part 1 ?

You felt like your insides were swimming in molten iron and you had a pack of wargs clawing to be free from your skull.

"Lass, here. Drink this," you opened your eyes to see that goofy grin peering down at you, cup in hand, "How are you feeling? Are you still cold?"

"Thank you Bofur, but I don't think I could drink anything right now." Your voice was barely a whisper but it still made you head pound, an involuntary shiver ran down your spine and you pathetically curled deeper into the thick cotton blanket. He sat down on the edge of your bed, leaned down and pressed his lips to your temple. Bofur pulled back with a sigh and ran a thumb across your flush cheek, "Oh Y/N, yer burning up."

"I'll be okay by tomorrow, you'll see." you promised,  "I always am." You tried to sound better than you felt, but a stray tear spilled down your cheek.

"Love." Bofur arched an eyebrow at your stubbornness, "Yer pale as death, crying, and shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. Yer not getting over whatever this is quickly, so that means either you let me take care of you or I go and fetch Oín. And I have a feeling you enjoy my bedside manners a tad bit more."

"Oh, you just think you're so irresistible don't you? Keep it up and i'll lick you and make you sick too." you muttered, pulling a pillow over your eyes. Even though the sun was setting, it painted the room in reddish light. It was too bright and made you feel dizzy. Bofur noticed and drew the curtains close, taking away a fraction of the light's intensity.

"As tempting as that sounds, I don't think yer contagious. Even if you were, I can definitely think of worse ways of getting sick." Bofur said with a wink.

You knew he was trying to help your mood, but all you wanted at the moment was to be warm and have absolute silence. You made a pathetic attempt at swatting his arm, "You tease now, but even you won't be so cheery if you catch whatever this is. Also, if you insist on taking care of me would you mind grabbing me a blanket? I'm so cold." Bofur moved like he was about to get up and find one when he stopped and turned back to you, his face plastered with a mischievous smile that was filled with warmth.

"Cold are yah? You don't want a blanket then, no that's not nearly good enough. I can do yah one better, here, slide over a bit." He decided, sitting the cup on the small side table. Bofur crawled under the covers and pulled you close so that your head rested on his chest, "Is this okay lass? You warming up any?" he whispered into your hair, his arms wrapped loosely around you.

"Yes, and thank you again for everything you've been doing. It's so nice." You mumbled, closer to his chest. You finally felt as if you were defrosting, "But you didn't have to do this."  He chuckled softly as he absently played with the end of one of your braids, "Of course I did Y/N, I want you to get well soon because I care about you. We're a team you and I, through thick and thin. Stomach bug and all." You smiled to yourself, and was about to return the sentiment when he added, "Plus if I do end up getting sick because of yah later on, you gotta take care of me since you were the one that got me sick." You shook your head at him and closed your eyes.

"What? Those are the rules love. Don't worry, I'm not too unbearable when I'm sick. It'd be a breeze." he reassured you as he took his hat off and quietly sat it by the cup.

"Sure you are" You said, getting drowsier by the moment. Bofur gently leaned back into the bed, replacing his arm around your waist and whispered, "Sweet dreams Y/N."

You tried to say goodnight to him, but it came out as a muffled sigh into his tunic. You still felt like living death, but this was the most content you felt since before you had gotten sick. You fell asleep to the quiet sound of Bofur's breathing and the warmth of his arms shielding you from the chill of the darkening room surrounding you.

You stuttered over the words every time you tried to make eye contact with the toymaker, who’d gone very silent, even having a frown plastered on those quirky brows.

As you finished your tale with the ordinary “So, yeah…” and an awkward flutter of your hands, the dwarves broke out into murmurs and thoughts on the story, finding it quite intriguing and somewhat ridiculous much to your surprise. You were glad to be distracted by the questions they posed for you and you were more than happy to answer them.

Excusing yourself from the group as the Company began to curl up for the night, you made your way through the forest to take care of Mother Nature, so to speak. All the while, you pondered over what on earth you’d done wrong to offend Bofur, who usually seemed so light hearted and cheery around his companions. Perhaps you shouldn’t have stolen his hat on one of the first nights when the group had left the Shire, but back then he still made lovely conversation with you, and at least seemed social enough to greet you in the mornings.

Lately, however, he seemed much more closed off and distracted whenever you came blundering around. You cursed your own actions, whatever they might have been, as you stomped back to camp.

You realized you were probably making an awful lot of noise as a voice suddenly called out in the darkness as you followed the camp fire glow in the distance.

“Hello?”

“It’s just me,” you squeaked as you recognized the voice of the very same toymaker troubling your thoughts. You saw the outline of his hat against the glow as you turned a little to make eye contact. He seemed to be collecting firewood for the fire, knowing it would be cold throughout the night.

You gave a meek smile. He simply stared, emotions cleverly hidden behind his bright eyes.

“It’s your watch tonight,” was all he said.

You nodded, evidently disappointed. He hadn’t spoken to you in hours if not days, and that’s all you get? He had nothing else to say apparently, considering he turned on his heels and marched back into the woods.

Grumbling to yourself as you grew more and more agitated by his behaviour, you marched back to camp and took a seat by the fire as the dwarves snored around you.

You knew he had come back when you heard rustling behind you and then the faint thud of firewood being dropped by your side. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his colourful scarf swaying back and forth. You waited for him to say something, but obviously he did no such thing and you pursed your lips in annoyance as he turned and walked away once more.

You pulled your knees up to your chin and let out a heavy and sad sigh, your happy mood from earlier that evening fading entirely. Out of the entire Company, Bofur had seemed to be quite the dwarf to befriend and your heart hurt at the thought of him resenting you, clearly offended and even disgusted by your mere presence.

By the time you woke Dori for the next watch, your mood had reflected your sleepiness and you went to bed with a grumpy stormcloud hanging over your head that lasted for a lot longer than you expected.

-

When the Company had reached a small but decently priced inn, you were thrilled to find you could at last evade Bofur’s sad expression that you constantly seemed to be the cause of. The first you approached was Bilbo, asking if he perhaps wanted to share a room with you, knowing that none of you had enough money for everyone to have their own room.

“Apologies, Y/N,” he said, flustered in his usual hobbit-y way. “Ori and I are sharing.”

You nodded in understanding and asked the Durin brothers, who too kindly rejected your offer.

Steering clear off Bofur, your last hope was Dwalin, who was in deep conversation with Thorin and Balin. You hopped over to them as the others were busy bringing their things in from the ponies.

You cautiously tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around, arms crossed and expression sour.

“Hey,” you said with a strained smile, nodding at Thorin and Balin who acknowledged your presence.

“What is it, lass?” he asked gruffly, eyebrows low and threatening.

You wrung your hands together and picked at your fingernails. “I was wondering if you’d like to share a room. I know we won’t be able to afford sixteen rooms, so I had hoped, you know.”

“Did you ask anyone else?”

“Yeah, but they already have their decisions.”

If you hadn’t been staring intently at Dwalin, you would’ve missed his glance over your shoulder. Curious, you followed his gaze and gulped as you noticed Bofur practically giving you a death glare. You turned back around with a flushed face and rocked back and forth on your toes.

“Very well,” Dwalin said. Your face split in a grin and you threw your arms around him in an embrace.

“Thank you!” you exclaimed.

“Dwalin-,” Thorin began but the tattooed dwarf hushed him as he set you down on your feet.

Not noticing their glances, you quickly skipped inside the inn to help with unpacking, blind to take note of the fact that Dwalin was marching over to Bofur in that exact moment.

-

That evening, you were overjoyed to sleep on an actual bed. The room you had held two separate beds and you were simply happy at the thought of a stress free night.

As you bounced on the creaky mattress, ready for bed, you heard the knock on the door, obviously from Dwalin and you jumped up to stoke up the fireplace a bit more. Your hair danced in the motion and you felt quite cozy as the heat began to rise in the room.

“Come in,” you sing-songed as you set the poker aside. The door opened and you heard the thudding of boots that suddenly stopped.

“You can have the bed closer to the fire, if you like,” you began as you stood back up again. “I’ll just grab an extra blanket,” you turned around. “I’m sure it’s not a problem, the heat is-.”

Silence.

“Bofur?” you nearly shrieked. The toymaker looked at you, baffled, as silent as ever.

“What are you doing here?” you demanded, your face blushing and your heart dropping like a stone at his distant expression.

“I’m sharing a room with Dwalin,” he grumbled, his voice lower than you expected. Not a good sign.

“I am too,” you muttered. He was reminding you far too much of Thorin’s judgmental tone or Gandalf’s constant droning voice whenever he spoke of historic tales and you weren’t enjoying it one bit.

You whipped back around to stare at the fire, knowing it was far too late to make changes, because that would only make you look like a fool and a petulant child for not wanting to share a room with Bofur.

You heard a thud of a bag at the far bed and a quiet voice followed.

“You can have the bed by the fire.”

His voice was surprising timid and you turned to study him carefully. He was avoiding your gaze like he always was, but in the fire light you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks. Has that always been there?

You suddenly found yourself quieted as well as you shuffled over to your bed.

“Alright then,” you spoke softly in the dimly lit room.

As if both of you agreed to a silent statement, the two of you slipped under the covers and evidently turned away from each other. Your gaze was fixed on the fire for was felt like hours.

It wasn’t until the embers had begun to glow faintly that Bofur mustered the courage to speak.

“Y/N. Do I offend you?”

You blinked, nearly having fallen asleep and you sat up in bed. You were certain you had misheard that.

“I’m sorry?”

Bofur caught sight of your sudden movements and he too rose partially from his bed.

“Do I offend you?” he repeated patiently. You frowned and let out a breathy laugh.

“No, of course not,” you nearly chuckled, wondering why he would ask such a question. You were under the impression it was the other way around.

He didn’t seem to want to respond to that and you cleared your throat.

“Why do you ask?”

“I…” his voice faltered.

“Huh?” you asked, wondering if your hearing was slowly disappearing.

“I thought I did.”

Curious and confused, you pushed the covers off and swung your legs over the side of the bed to look at him more directly.

“Why would you think that?”

A long sigh followed and Bofur sat up fully, still not making full eye contact.

“Every time I would tell a story,” he began in a soft voice. “Or if I spoke at all, you seemed to avoid me. Or at least, that you weren’t quite interested.”

This time you really did laugh, which caught his attention to look up at you.

“You idjit,” you grinned, discomfort slowly easing out of your body at the thought of talking to him again. “I enjoy your tales as much as anyone.”

“Then why do you not speak to me at all?”

The blunt question made you blush.

“I was under the impression that you didn’t want me to,” you muttered. If it weren’t for the deadly silence in the room, you were sure he wouldn’t have heard it.

“Like, it seemed to me you were really happy with me being around,” you began to ramble. “It just seemed as if you didn’t want to talk to me or were even, I don’t know, annoyed by me?”

You shrugged nervously, staring at your bare feet. A faint creaking caught your ear and you felt the mattress dip as Bofur, still wearing his comical hat, sat beside you. The dip caused you to slide and your shoulder to bump with his.

“I’m sorry,” he said and your hand was suddenly held by his. “I fear the reason is quite the opposite.”

“Opposite?” you repeated, moving your body to be more up front with him. Your heart raced from the contact he held on your hand. Rough fingers with a delicate hold from the years of whittling toys sparked your senses.

“Yes,” he nodded. “I didn’t really know how to speak with you or to you. I’m sorry that I’ve offended you.”

“Don’t be,” you countered quickly. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“Can I make it up to you?”

The question once again caught you off guard and you quirked an eyebrow at you.

“How so?”

And in an instant, you felt his lips upon yours. Yes, he was definitely saying what you were thinking. Your hand released his and wrapped around his neck, grabbing at his hair and causing the hat to tumble to the ground.

You giggled nervously as he pulled back and blushed. Words didn’t need to be said as the iconic Bofur smile appeared on his face and wrapped you up in an embrace. All the worries and nerves eased out of your veins and, deciding to damn all logic, the two of you laid upon the sheets, whispering both stories and confessions of both of your actions from the past many weeks, content in each others arms.

-

“Dwalin. Did you set up Bofur with me at that inn last night?” you asked the next day.

The dwarf only grumbled in response. “Wha’ ‘bout it, lass?”

“Nothing,” you replied cheerily before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

You did your best to break free of it and it was only by sheer luck that you were able to get your head above the surface again and cling onto a nearby boulder. You cling to it desperately, but you couldn’t stay there forever. You had to find a way to get out of the river before the current took you again.

“(Y/N)!!” You looked towards the source of the voice that had called you. It was Bofur. You knew at that moment that everything would be alright. He would save you.

You watched as Bofur threw out a lasso towards you. Hands shaking, you were able to grab it and put the loop around you. It tightened around your waist as he began to pull you towards him. You did your best to swim and kick towards him, but you were so tired.

It was a relief when you were finally out of the water, but you couldn’t stop shaking. You were so cold.

You felt Bofur’s strong arms lift you up, as he started carrying you and you couldn’t help but try and get as close to him as you could, he was so warm.

“You’re going to be okay.” He kept telling you, over and over. But you weren’t sure if he was telling you that to reassure you or himself.

You’re shivering increased, and all you wanted to was close your eyes.

“Stay with me, don’t you dare close your eyes.” You felt his hands tighten on you, trying to bring you closer to him.

“So...tired.” You mumbled to him.

“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to close your eyes. I need you stay awake.” You had never heard him sound so serious and forceful.

“I knew you’d save me.” You tell him. But then an ice cold fear grips you, that causes your shivers to increase again.

You were going to be left behind. When they got back to the company, Thorin would probably order you to be just bundled up and left behind. You slowed them down. After working so hard to keep up with everybody and be just as useful as the next person, you did the one thing you said you would never do. Be a burden and slow the company down. After you worked so hard to get Thorin and some of the other dwarfs to accept you for being a human female. All that hard work was thrown out the window now.

Unbidden tears began to fall from your eyes, and your hands grab the front of Bofur’s coat as if to reassure you that he was still there, and he was still carrying you.

“Don’t leave me please.” You begin to tell him weakly. “I don’t want to be alone again. Please don’t leave me Bofur.”

He looks down at you. Your skin is frighteningly pale, your lips are turning blue from the cold, and your eyes are dull and unfocused as you try to look up at him.

“I’m not leaving you lass, I wouldn’t dream of it.” He reassures you and once again tightens his hold you.

In your hazy state you feel him press his lips to your forehead. His lips are warm against your freezing skin, and you wish he would do it again.

You get ready to tell him to, but then your world goes black, as you lose your battle to stay awake.

When you finally come to, you’re vaguely aware of two things. You’re in a bed, and you’re wet clothes have been replaced by simple night gown.

You attempt to sit up, and promptly fall on the hard wooden floor, groaning as you hit it.

Bofur is there quickly to scoop you up off the floor, cradling you a moment, before laying you back on the bed and pulling the covers over you. You feel the bed dip as he sits. He raises your head and tells you to drink as he puts a bowl to your lips. It’s broth and it warms you instantly.

You open your mouth to thank him, but instead what came out was, “You didn’t leave me.”

At first a confused expression crosses his face, but then your words from earlier come back to him. “Aye lass. I told you I wouldn’t.” He gets a tender look in his eyes, as he pushes your hair back from your forehead to feel your skin.

“You feel a lot a warmer, and you look a lot better too.” His hand moves from your forehead to your lips. His finger tracing the bottom one as he remembers how blue they looked.

“You had me worried lass.” His voice is serious and filled with emotion that makes your heartbeat faster. His dark eyes catch yours as if trying to convey just how worried and scared he was.

Tears spring to your eyes, “I’m sorry.” You tell him, your voice watery. He moves his hand when you speak.

“It’s not your fault lass.” He whispers to you, “I’m just glad you’re alright.” He presses his lips to your forehead.

The action causes you to blush this time, and then a thought come to you and you can't help but ask.

"Bofur, who changed me out of my clothes?"

His cheeks tinged pink as he averted his eyes.

"The innkeeper's wife did, but she needed a little help."

Your blush got redder, and wondered if he looked or not.

"Don't worry lass, I didn't look...much." He winked at you, his good humor returning but it didn't help your burning face.

"Well you go back to sleep, and I'll be right here." His head motions to a hardback chair next to the fire. He kisses your forehead again for a third time, and rises to get up. Your hand darts out and barely grabs his shirt before he's out of reach.

A concerned look crosses his face, "What's wrong (Y/N)?"

"I...I...I'm still cold, will you lay with me?" You avert your eyes and feel heat rise to your face as you lie through your teeth.

But Bofur makes no complaint as he walks to the other side of the bed. The rustle of the blankets reach your ears and you feel the dip of the bed as he climbs in.

A surprised gasp leaves your lips when you feel his arm go around your waist, and he drags you closer to him. His front pressing against your back.

“Can’t warm you up if you’re all the way over there now can I?” He whispered, and chuckled softly. His breath on your neck causing you shiver for an entire different reason than being cold.

You sat there a moment, a million thoughts running through your head as you lay tucked under Bofur’s arm.

Ever since you had first ran into the company it was Bofur who had saved you, and was the first one to accept you. The first one to your defense when Thorin wanted you gone or when he was hard on you. The first of the company to call you friend. It was always him. You continued to think about the time spent with the man who was currently holding you tight against him. The late night talks, the jokes, just everything...but then your thoughts turned to the future.

There was no denying your relationship just took a turn for something more deeper and more intimate. And there was no turning back, but you had to consider, what would happen at the end of this quest?

Would you still be able to stay with the dwarves, with Bofur? Or would you be expected to move on? For some reason every possible outcome you thought of ended up with you being separated from Bofur.

You close your eyes as you feel tears start to gather, but you refuse to let them fall. Without thinking you turn in Bofur’s arms, and press you face against his chest, and put your arms around him.

As if sensing your distress, he starts stroking your hair.