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RP blog for Bofur the dwarf. Mostly non-selective. No smut.

[aheartofgoldandasillyhat]

⛈ (From /post/167959901423 if you are still accepting! I know it's a bit old >>)

@gentlegiantingvar

Send ⛈ to find my muse in the middle of a thunderstorm, alone and soaked.

It was supposed to be a relatively short walk to the next town over. The path was clearly visible, the morning had been drizzly but well-lit, and Bofur was feeling well rested after a night in an actual bed, so he had decided to forgo buying a pony and had simply set off on foot. 

Boy was that a mistake. 

The light drizzle had changed into a blinding thunderstorm that, while mercifully devoid of lightning, made up for it with massive amounts of rain that took visibility down to nearly zilch for Bofur. He didn’t even realize that he had been driven off the path until it was too late for him to simply backtrack. 

He couldn’t help but wonder how things had gone so downhill as he stared around. 

He was about to give up and just choose a random direction to start walking, when he noticed something moving in the darkness. Was there someone else caught out in the storm as well? Had he accidentally wandered onto someone’s farmland? 

“Hello?” He called out, pushing thoughts of orcs, trolls, and goblins out of his head. He told himself that they wouldn’t want the bath that this storm supplied them with. “Hello? Is someone there?” 

[darklady-of-lyria]

Absolutely adorable!!!

[sparknshinerpmemes-blog]

Reblog this if your muse likes kids.

[grab-an-idea]

Training Meme

“You’re holding that wrong.”

“You do realize we’re just training right?”

“Hey. Weapons on low for training.”

“So what’s your weapon of choice?”

“When was the last time you trained hand to hand.”

“Come on princey/princess let’s see what you got.”

“You sure you want to do this? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“More training? I’m still sore from the last time.”

“Come on. Throw your best punch.”

“How did you do that?”

“Ok, ok. You don’t have to show me up.”

*ducks* “Hey that was a little close.”

[acebodhi]

middle earth meme: [1/8] scenes

[maidhros]

“Goodbye, Bilbo.”

[aheartofgoldandasillyhat]

Bofur removed his hat, which had somehow miraculously managed to stay on his head despite everything, and held it up to the fire in an attempt to dry it out. His hair was probably a mess, though, with his braids coming undone and his moustache all messy. 

“I made a poor choice in ponies.” He explained. “Had no idea the silly thing was afraid of thunderstorms, or I never would have picked her. The thunder spooked her, and away she goes with everything but the clothes on my back. Supplies, weapon, wares, everything.”

Bifur and Bombur, of course, would be too nice to blame him for losing the money that would have been brought in by selling the toys, but they would still be disappointed. It would be a gloomy atmosphere in the house for a while, for sure. 

He was sort of glad for an excuse not to think about it, as he turned his attention to Bruce’s business. 

“Aye, I imagine I can understand that.” He said sympathetically. Everyone knew what the creatures of Mordor were like, hence Bofur’s terror upon meeting Bruce. To have a conscience while trying to survive in a place like that must be worse than anything Bofur could imagine. “I imagine anyone with even a bit of good in them would get as far away from there as they could.”

“Come to think of it, how is it you have a conscience?” He asked, voice laden with curiosity. “I thought everything created in Mordor came about with a lust for murder in their blood, or something along that nature.” 

[tolkien-shitposting]

[patrick-stewart]

hobbit meme: » ¾ dwarves  » Bofur

“I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do.”

[aheartofgoldandasillyhat]

Bofur, to the wonder of every cell in his body, had actually begun to relax a little. A body can really only keep up a state of terror for so long without any hostile or malevolent action from someone else to keep it going. Except for picking Bofur up by the back of his shirt, which wasn’t scary so much as damaging to his pride, this olog hadn’t done anything to suggest that he might torture and/or eat the dwarf. Bofur couldn’t keep being scared under such treatment. 

“Well, I know that now.” Bofur said in exasperation. “But a person believes strange things when they’re in a scary environment and think they’re about to become olog food. I thought I was protecting my kin by not telling you my name.” 

“It’s Bofur, by the way.” He added. He eyed the huge hand that Bruce was currently offering, before giving a mental shrug. Who was he to discourage someone from attempting to be friendly? He stuck out his own hand, which was about the size of Bruce’s fingernail. “Nice to meet you, now that I no longer think you’re going to eat me.”  

[aheartofgoldandasillyhat]

Bofur eyed the offered nuts warily, but ended up reaching out and taking a couple anyway. As previously mentioned, he was still scared, but he was also hungry, and he didn’t want to break the strangely friendly mood this olog was in by refusing the food.  

This entire situation was surreal, and, as strange as it sounded, he was beginning to accept the possibility that this weird olog wasn’t planning on eating him for dinner. Maybe, by some strange twist of the universe, there was an olog who actually wanted to interact with people, rather than just torture and eat them. He hadn’t thought that that was even possible. 

“Normal conversation doesn’t really work when one person thinks the other is going to murder them.” He pointed out, holding the food in his hands but not eating it yet. He didn’t know if his stomach was calm enough to accept food yet. “Protecting yourself and your kin comes above good manners.”  

“Dwarves are notoriously stubborn.” He shrugged, although his mouth twitched slightly upwards behind his moustache. Of all the dwarves in the world, Bofur Broadbeam was not normally considered one of the especially stubborn ones. “Especially when it comes to information we don’t want to give out. Mix that with self-preservation and protecting our loved ones, and Mahal himself couldn’t make us talk.” 

[chainsxwsmile]

Bruce has quite a mischievous streak to him; when it comes to strangers, he’ll joke and jest about eating them, snap his jaws, and refer to them by singular food units (i.e. ‘morsel’ or ‘bite’). He’ll play around with them, giving them a harmless scare before either letting them figure out that he will do them no harm, or eventually confessing his true intentions of such. 

But he has standards. And as mischievous as he can be, Bruce is not sadistic. 

If a stranger starts to appear dangerously terrified (i.e. hyperventilating, close to fainting) or begins to cry, Bruce immediately drops his frightening facade to comfort them. It breaks his heart, seeing someone shed tears, especially in fear of him.  

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Send me “Wham!” for my muse to headbutt your muse.

[ohaldir]

Bofur for Alex ♥

[aheartofgoldandasillyhat]

Bofur wasn’t sure if it was left over exhaustion from having passed out, or whether he had simply used up all the terror he was capable of feeling, but at that moment, all he felt was an odd mixture of tension and apathy. He didn’t want to get killed or eaten, of course, but if the monster was going to do it, he wished he would quit toying with him and just do it. 

Even the sight of the olog sharpening his mace couldn’t elicit the terror that he had felt earlier. If anything, it just elicited dull fear and tired annoyance from the dwarf. He had never heard of a creature of Mordor playing mind games on someone, at least not for this long. Either he really enjoyed scaring people, or he had no intention of killing Bofur at all. 

“No, I don’t want you to eat me.” He said, actually putting his hands forward to warm them by the flames. He still eyed the olog warily, but he didn’t see the point in trying to stay away from the other male, since it wouldn’t do any good. “Although from what I’ve heard of olog-hai, eating me if probably preferable to what you do have in mind.” 

“Why do you want to know my name so badly?” Bofur asked, giving the monster a look that mixed curiosity with suspicion. “Are you always this friendly with your victims?” 

Bofur was scared, and tired, and hungry, and wet, and annoyed. He wasn’t in the mood for friendly chit-chat from someone he thought was going to kill him in some gruesome way.  

[redjamie]

[bofur-broadbeam-blog-deactivate]

Love this set… almost as much as Bombur likes his saussages!

[stefsanjatis]