honeysuckle | bilbo + bofur
[ Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair from @toymvker for Bilbo]
Bilbo did a double take as Bofur’s hand neared him, tucking the flower behind his ear, nestling softly into his hair. He searched Bofur’s face for any sign of upcoming ridicule and gently, not wanting to damage such a precious thing, pulled the flower out to look at it.
“I know you’re joking,” Bilbo sniffed a small laugh, as Bofur was always joking with him or the others, always trying to keep the mood light, “But I do appreciate it.” As if Bilbo was having his own last laugh, proving whatever joke Bofur was trying to make of the soft homesick little hobbit was on him. They were too far east for Bilbo to feel ashamed of missing his country walks and his garden.
He held it up to his nose for a moment, smelling the white bloom and then frowned curiously, “This is honeysuckle... Where did you find this?”