Bifur & Bofur Headcannons
"Got any more bifur or Bofur headcanons? I love them both"
AHHH tysm for ASKING anything for you I love you <3 (I ALSO love Bofur he is my fav <3) This was just a message so idk if you wanted to be anon (｡>﹏<) but regardless ENJOYY!! I only did a few but I can always write more, I love doing requests (╥ ω ╥)
Bifur ᥫ᭡.
Bifur is sort of left to his devices pretty often. Sure some of the dwarves engage him to make sure he doesn’t feel left out — especially Bofur and Bombur — but he just kinda chills on his own. If you watch, this dude is lowkey Pocahontas or Snow White because you’ll just be trudging along and you turn around to see him with a bird on his finger, a butterfly on his axe, a squirrel eating out of his hands. Literally whatever little creature is around is sniffing him. I guess because he’s pretty quiet they just kinda creep up to him and he doesn’t mind. He would only be okay with the pretty, slow insects landing on him, though. I think he’d swat at a spider, grasshopper, or any kind of frantic flying insect; gives him the heebie jeebies.
I think he would also do weird stuff when nobody is looking. You know when you’re near a river or beach or something and you see a really perfect rock that kind of looks delicious? Like, yeah that is a rock, but it looks so tasty. I can just envision him at the back of the line of dwarves ambling up the riverside and he stops suddenly, crouching down to pick up a super smooth rock. He’d flip it around in his fingers as he stands to continue walking before bringing it to his mouth to lightly bite on it, just to sate the urge. Maybe even do that thing where you pull your lips over your teeth and bite it before shoving it in his pocket for funsies. The whole time you’re watching him and he looks up and makes eye contact. You just mouth to him, “What was that?” and he just shrugs because can you really judge him? He’s living his life free and you can’t take that away from him.
Bifur really likes music. While he enjoys a catchy chorus, he particularly enjoys instrumentals. In the same way that we can convey different things through music, Bifur expresses himself in a unique way which is why I think he would like music. Whenever he’s feeling sad, he would hum a somber tune to himself, or jovially grunt along to Bofur playing the flute while the rest of the Company sings. He’d also tap on things. Whenever he finishes dinner, he’s tapping his spoon on the bowl along to the song that’s been stuck in his head all day. I think he’d also use it to communicate more specific ideas in a quicker way with the rest of the dwarves. Some sort of discussion would be taking place and Bifur would nudge whoever’s next to him and hum an iconic melody, and the other dwarves would consider the lyrics to understand what he means. Maybe he’s pointing out an old hero from a story, or maybe he’s referring to a time when they sang the song together. He would use music in that way to express himself, and everyone taking time to understand how he intended it always makes him feel appreciated for his thoughts. Just imagine you keep hearing your favorite tune throughout the day, and you eventually start humming it to yourself. You wouldn’t even realize Bifur was doing it intentionally at first, but day after day whenever your mind started to drift, you’d hear that soft humming and be brought back.
Bofur ᥫ᭡.
Just to start, I have always been obsessed with Bofur’s relationship with Bilbo. At first, he teases him out of his mind, but they really grow to have a real understanding of each other. Even when the tension was thick in Erebor, he just cheekily sees Bilbo off with reassurance and his trust that whatever the hobbit was up to, it would be the right choice. In both that scene and the one in the goblin cave where Bilbo wants to go back to Rivendell, Bofur is always compassionate. “You’re homesick. I understand.” and “Dark days indeed. No one could blame a soul for wishing themselves elsewhere.” He doesn’t dismiss Bilbo’s feelings, but validates them and recognizes that things can get overwhelming. When the times get tough, Bofur is always there to call you back to let you know he cares and that he will be there for you.
Imagine you’re traveling with the Company to take back Erebor and on some rocky incline somewhere, Bofur stumbles and his pack tumbles open, spilling countless whittled and woodcarved figures. It almost seems like that’s the only thing occupying his pack. Everyone stares at him for a while with confused expressions while you gush over every little object like they’re the cutest most precious things in the world. Slowly the other dwarves realize why he has a pack full of carvings detailing all your favorite things and chuckle amongst themselves while Bofur scratches the back of his neck with warm cheeks. Dwalin asks, “What’re you lugging all this about for? Food and gear’s a better use of space.” Bofur would grumble a bit as he stuffs them back into the bag, “Better than having them carry ‘em around.” Initially he was just passing time carving little chunks of wood to leave lying along their trail, but at some point he started keeping them to give to you once Erebor was reclaimed. Dwalin might’ve been right, but seeing your elated expression made the back pain and grumbling stomach worth it.
Oh man, Bofur would be slow to fall in love. Almost oblivious to his own feelings, he’d rationalize that he just enjoys your company and likes you as much as the rest of the Company. It would just accumulate slowly with all the little details he’d store in his mind. The glint in your eye when you’re excited, the expression on your face when you focus, your little bedtime routine you do before crawling into your bedroll. He’d be so silent in his admiration that even he couldn’t see it until he had some sort of realization. Maybe he’d be helping with dinner and Bombur tries to fill your plate with a bit of everything they’d cooked up, only for Bofur to block the plate with his hand. “They don’t like those, just leave it off for one of the lads.” Bombur doesn’t make a big deal of it, but Bofur pauses. ‘Why do I know that?’ Then he’d start thinking about all the little things he knows about you and just pull his hat over his face. Mahal, he must be some sort of idiot! He’d feel embarrassed about it to himself initially, but get over it pretty quickly to get on with the courtship before someone decides to snatch you up before him.
