content warning suggestions of smut, angst, pregnancy
summary you’ve been acting strangely, and bofur can’t figure out why
word count 2827
attention this wasn’t proofread. we don’t get a lot of really serious bofur so i apologize if the characterization is a bit off. do not translate or repost my work anywhere ever. please reblog and leave feedback if you enjoy it!
the day was passing quickly, the sun beginning to set beyond the trees that litter the mountain and Bofur gazed out over the blood-stained clouds. golden rays from the ball of fire in the sky were dimming, and would soon melt away completely as it fled the cold, silver glow of the moon. night would blanket Middle Earth in a matter of an hour, perhaps, and the stars would act as silent and steadfast sentrymen, eerie with glowing determination.
though Erebor has grown substantially in number and brute, and there were many a dwarf better suited to be sentinels, Bofur had insisted he keep the duty of night watchman. not only did the cool night wind whisper calming melodies, but he also had plenty of time to think of you. better yet? occasionally, you could creep on to the wall with him, and cuddle up by the fire pit; those were his favorite nights, when you fell asleep in his arms. even if his shoulder was tingling and neck craned in the most uncomfortable of positions, he wouldn’t dare move and risk waking you.
tonight, however, he felt as though he wouldn’t be so lucky as to hold you. he envied his past self, for the last few weeks you had been seldom seen, and even rarer felt. he was not a paranoid man, but he was beginning to worry. he would wave to you from the wall as you were training with your brothers, and you’d quickly turn away. he’d steal glances in the throne room, and you’d flee. you were avoiding him, that much was clear. the reasoning behind your abruptly frozen shoulder remained a mystery, though. a tormenting contemplation that haunted him constantly.
the familiar knotting in his stomach was present now, as he slumped against the stone wall, pipe to his lips. he stared at the burning embers in the fire pit, and felt an icy emptiness on his torso, a chilled reminder that you were not there, bundled up and snoozing. his heart beat alone, coveting the rhythm of yours falling in sync.
he hadn’t thought that he had done anything wrong, or said anything to offend you. the last night the two of you’d spent together consisted of a perfervid romp in the stables, one that was filled with breathy laughter and stolen, hot kisses. it left the two of you panting with matching grins.
the morning after, you’d changed. your smile was gone, as was your voice, but only when the syllables of his name were to be spoken.
what had happened?
Bofur was so diligent in reliving each moment, deducting every word he could remember speaking to you, that he hadn’t noticed he was no longer alone. “Fine evenin’ for a smoke.” Fili offered a brief smile as he gestured with his pipe, plopping down beside him. a deep inhale, and the blonde prince had puffs of thick smoke pouring from his mouth and nose to dissipate in the air around him. his brother had also appeared, yet instead of sitting with the pair, he opted to lean against the stone wall with his arms crossed.
“I’d say so,” Bofur offered a quaint chuckle, before taking in a gust of his own. it wasn’t until he was blowing smoke rings into the atmosphere that he speaks again. “You boys need something from me?” it wasn’t that he disliked the brothers’ company; in fact, he rather enjoyed them. it was only that he was so often alone on this shift, and the way Kili’s dark eyes were fixed, brows knit together, was a telltale sign: something was on his mind.
“We came to talk to your about our sister.” Kili answers before Fili gets the chance, blunt as ever. the two had always been more than a tad overprotective, after all, you were the youngest of the three.
Fili is quick enough to add with a heavy palm on Bofur’s shoulder, “Have you spoken with her lately?”
when you become topic of the conversation, Bofur’s cheeks are plagued with cherry tint, and the poor dwarf nearly chokes on his smoke. a couple of hacks, and the spectral silver claws its way into the sky. “Your sister?” his voice is much lower than before, eyes darting around as if he were searching for eavesdroppers. “I thought we’d already agreed…” of course, they already knew about the two of you and how you sneaked around the kingdom together. Kili, the hopeless romantic he is, had even given his blessing immediately. Fili’s hand come later— no matter how close to Bofur he was, you were baby sister and, naturally, had to be protected in his eyes. they also had agreed to keep the relationship a secret, particularly from Thorin, you and Bofur were still uncertain and hesitant to tell the King, your uncle, about your union. “I thought- I thought it was all right.”
“Something’s wrong with her, we think.” Fili interjects, free hand palming the carvings on his pipe. “She seems a bit ill.”
“Ill?” Bofur frowns, sitting upright. his heart seemed to skip a beat and his feet wanted to start running — straight to your bedroom.
Kili nods, leaning over his shoulder. “She doesn’t sleep very well lately, and sometimes Fili and I catch her vomiting outside in the early hours of the morning—“
“Sometimes, she refuses to eat,” Fili interrupts, “others, she’s ravenous. Eats practically everything in sight.”
“Yes!” Kili continues, frown deepening. “And she has only one goblet of wine a night, but I don’t believe she’s even drinking it.”
Bofur looks at the two of them perplexed, but he grips the stem of his pipe with his lips so he can press his gloved palms into the stone and push himself to stand up. “Where is she?” it’s nearly a demand, and much unlike the flippant dwarf. “It sounds like something serious. We should get Oin to her immediately—“
both Fili and Kili throw their hands out to stop him, grabbing his arms from either sides with an urgency that startled him. his dark eyes flicker from one to the other, and then back again.
Fili clears his throat, and leans closer to Bofur. “No, not yet.”
“Why in Durin’s name would we wait for her to worsen?”
“Well…” Kili exchanges a knowing glance with his brother, “we believe her condition to be a bit sensitive.” Bofur doesn’t seem to follow, made evident by the way his countenance is twisted, Kili could all but see gears turning in his head. he continues, insistent, “Bofur, the best person for her to see right now… We think it’s you.”
“Me?” Bofur is dumbfounded. he had not a single knack for medicine, nor an iota of knowledge pertaining to illness. “Why?”
“Because,” Fili finally sounds a bit exasperated as he turns Bofur’s attention away from his brother and to him instead, “my brother and I suspect you put a wee one in her belly and she’s too frightened to tell anyone.”
what was this feeling? an earthquake? Bofur glances to his feet, but sees nothing shuddering, just his shaking digits. his world was shaken, not the world around him. the words repeat themselves over and over in his mind, each time sounding louder. a wee one? a baby? could this be true?
more than a bit disoriented, Bofur takes a moment more to blink his sudden dizziness away. “I—“ what could he say? what was there to say? “I need to see her.” he answers. it was definitive, genuine. if he was so disturbed by the possibility, he couldn’t imagine what you were feeling if it were true, and felt a wave of guilt at the prospect that you’d been suffering alone.
Kili nods, finally letting go of Bofur’s arm. “Last time I saw her, she was tending to the ponies at the stables.” a jut of his chin in the direction of the ladder down the wall, “I’d look for her there. She hasn’t been going to bed very early these days.”
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his ragged breathing announces his arrival as he reaches the stables, staggering into the shelter and out of the night. as Kili predicted, you were still there, a thick brush in your palm as you drag it over the blonde mane.
spending time in the stables was a way for you to escape from the pressures of being a Princess in Erebor. of course, there weren’t too many. your brothers being two of the biggest, but you also felt a certain gnawing of anxiety when some of the others looked at you. they didn’t know you the way the Company of Thorin Oakenshield did, and they stared. they whispered. as a princess, you were told to ignore these things, the starry look in their eyes, but it drove you mad. you didn’t want them to be awestruck when they gazed upon you; you weren’t part of Erebor’s hoard, you weren’t a shilling nor a string of diamonds. you preferred the ponies’ company because they never stared at you in adoration or envy. they didn’t care what the tiara on your head meant, and that was comforting.
tonight, and many nights prior, spending time in the stables had been an escape for another reason. you didn’t want to arouse suspicion, not until you had some kind of a plan. so, you spent hours in here, with the non-judgemental equine, braiding their manes and brushing it out again, asking them in embarrassed whispers what you should do, who you should tell. the one unfortunate fact was that the ponies didn’t have any answers.
he calls your name, but you don’t turn around to face him. you’re much too humiliated. by the tone of his voice, you’d think he had seen a ghost.
“How long have you been here?” he asks. you assume he’s glanced around by now, saw a basket of food that has been partially eaten, and the indent in the pile of hay where you’d napped earlier.
“A few hours.” you reply, but leave it there.
“Are you all right?”
you choose not to answer for a matter of torturous seconds, feeling a fluttering in your gut like massive dragon wings attempting a takeoff. you could always lie, tell him yes, and maybe he’d believe you.
you almost do so, too, until he speaks again.
“Is it true?” he knew. somehow, Bofur had figured it out, and you knew that by the muted lilt in his voice; typically, he was a rather jolly fellow with a lovable disposition and plenty of humor to go around. in this moment, he sounds different. nervous, maybe? you feel a twinge of guilt— you were already nervous enough for the both of you.
feigning ignorance was never your forte. so, you nod. “Yes, it’s true.” you answer, eyes dropping to the horse’s hooves. they’re stationary. completely still. you wished you could be the same, but your hands are shaking and your bottom lip quivering. you suck it between your teeth to still it.
Bofur is silent, which is typically a bad sign. you wait, in silent agony, for him to say something. anything. “I’m confident you haven’t told Thorin,” he speaks, finally, “because I’ve got no extra holes and all of my… parts are still attached.”
the statement coaxes a bittersweet giggle to your pursed couplet, and though it may not seem to have had the desired effect to ease the tension in the stables, you’re thankful he chose to say it, anyways.
“But…” Bofur takes a couple of steps to you, and as badly as your heart wants you to turn and collapse into his embrace, your pride pushes back against the notion furiously. “Have you told anyone?”
you shake your head, the entirety of your countenance sweltering with humiliation. you’re grateful that you’re turned away from him, hiding your shame from him.
“Why? I mean, why didn’t you tell me? Come on, darlin’, it’s me.” he sounds gutted which, in turn, guts you, as well. “We can tell each other anything, you told me that. Remember?”
leaning forward, you press your forehead against the pony’s side and close your eyes against a single tear that is persistent enough to break the barrier and slides over your cheek. “I didn’t know— I don’t know what to do.” you answer, voice shaking and threatening to break at any moment. “I didn’t know if you’d be happy.”
“You didn’t know?” he sounds incredulous, inquiry accompanied by a scoff. “Oh? Love, that’s your nerves talkin’. You know me better than anyone else on this mountain. You knew, deep down, that I’d be giddy. I’m happy,” the word is a tidal wave of relief that nearly knocks you off balance, but then you feel the warmth of his gloved hand take yours, lacing your fingers, “so happy. The happiest dwarf in Erebor. No! The happiest dwarf in all seven kingdoms! I want to shout this good news from every rooftop in Middle Earth!”
his excitement is typically contagious. Bofur is the type to brighten a room with a grin, or burst into song when everyone else is beaten down and dreary, just to pull their spirits up. it’s a relief that he’s happy, it’s true, but that doesn’t stop you from giving his hand a hard squeeze. “Bofur?” you murmur, “Bofur, I want to be happy, but I’m so scared.” you were, regrettably, unable to partake in his overwhelming excitement. all you could think about was absolutely anything and everything that could go wrong, and how lost you were. “What do we do?”
this is when you feel it; his hand slips from yours, but only so both hands can envelop your shoulders and urge you to turn around. against your better judgement, and the embarrassment you feel at the thought of looking in his eyes, you comply. at first, your gaze focuses on his feet, and the way yours try to hide between his boots.
“Darlin’,” he croons, giving your shoulders a good squeeze, “look at me.” Bofur leans forward to press his forehead against yours as your eyes flicker up to see the joy lighting up his countenance. you practically melt into the embrace completely, allowing him to stand for the both of you— to think for the both of you. “We’re gonna have a wee one. A baby! And you’re going to be the best damn mama he coulda ever wished for.”
though his words are comforting beyond what you felt that you deserved, and he was so genuine that you were beginning to believe every word, there was still an inkling of doubt. the fear still lurks. “How do you know that?”
another scoff, and his familiar grin etched his lips upwards. “‘Cause I know you.”
you tilt your head, one hand flees to toy mindlessly with his tawny braid, but you smile. it’s a tender one, a delicate one, but a smile nonetheless. “You’re going to be a fine father, Bofur.” you whisper, finally.
“Only with you by my side.” he insists, leaving a trail of kisses along the bridge of your nose and up to your temple.
you close your eyes and enjoy the shower of affection. after all, it had been several days— too many— since you felt him so close, and you had missed his warmth dearly. his kisses were much too sugary and addictive to turn away from for so long.
“How did you know, anyways?” you ask after a moment of content.
he chuckles. once again, never a good sign. “Fili and Kili ambushed me at the wall.”
you, too, partake in the laughter. the thought of your brothers cornering your lover seemed a bit comical, even amidst the tension of the situation. of course they knew already, the three of you were mostly inseparable. if you had slept ten minutes later than normal, they’d be able to tell. “Of course they did.” you reply with a soft sigh. “Well, I suppose that makes it easy. Two down. I guess we should tell Thorin next.”
“Well…” Bofur grins sheepishly, pulling you into a tighter embrace. you could tell by the reluctance in his voice that he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of telling your uncle the big news. you couldn’t blame him. not that Thorin was cruel, because had it been anyone else, he would hold the biggest feast in honor of a friend becoming a father. however, much like your brothers, Thorin guarded you fiercely. “Let’s sleep on it, at least. I’ve only just found out, after all. The King Under the Mountain can wait till after breakfast, eh?”
you smile wider, and nod. “Fair enough.” you reply, taking both of Bofur’s hands to hold them at your sides. you felt good, for the first time in a long time, and now that you knew he was excited, so were you.
How would members of Thorin's Company (particularly Thorin, Bilbo, Fili, Kili, Ori, Bofur and Dwalin if that's not too much) react to their s/o being a Poet and Scholar, and one day they read their s/o's journal and find out their s/o writes really pretty and well-written love poetry about them? And how would they react when they're s/o gets all embarrassed that they found their love poetry? Thanks so much, I hope this isn't too weird an ask!
Thorin
He knew you wrote having seen you carry a journal before but he had no idea it was about him. Secretly he wished to know especially since you always cover up the pages when he walks by but he didn’t want to invade your privacy
He found your journal lying open next to your stuff one night almost beckoning him to read it and in his case curiousity killed the cat. He thumbed the pages reading all your elaborate confessions of love towards him he was stunned at how much you confessed to your journal
Thorin had never felt more loved and he couldn’t help his heart melt he knew whilst reading your raw emotions scattered across the page that you were the one for him if possible he loved you even more, a genuine smile grew across his face
You on the over hand went all kinds of red quickly snatching up all the book and turning your back to Thorin clutching it to your chest like it was a sacred artefact you felt embarrassment wash over your body like a tidal wave you felt stupid leaving it out so openly for anyone to find and exploit
Thorin quickly spun you around to face him clutching both his arms around your waist and kissing you as deep as possible words could not say how much he loved you, he pleaded you to let him read on confessing how much he enjoyed your writing showing you how much he loved you with many deep kisses
Bilbo
Oh lord he’s a blushing conflicted mess he feels bad for having caved and feasted his eyes upon your personal feelings but if it didn’t make him feel like the luckiest hobbit in Middle Earth your writing was enticing
In all honestly he was so shocked he never knew you were so raw, so talented weaving words together as if they were meant to be all along if you wrote books any man could bet they’d be sat proudly in his bookcase, spines cracked from constant reading
When you walk in and find Bilbo reading every little word you were too shy to confess out loud you almost fell head first into the door frame from pure horror you feared you were already overbearing now what would he think
Bilbo jumps up stammering a list of excuses that unintentionally jumble together to form a mass of unintelligible words hot red blush crawling up his neck peaking at his ears. In his panic he drops the book pages flapping wildly
However he does manage to stammer how lucky he feels to have you and how talented your writing is becoming bolder in his movements he tugs you to him trying to convince you to write a book and finish your journal
Dwalin
He can’t help but find his cheeks tint a soft shade of pink he knew what you and him had was special and rare but he had no idea you loved him to no end. Dwalin felt sometime stir deep inside of him a smile growing evidently on his face the more he read
He found himself chuckling at the deep emotions you poured out onto empty pages but in all honestly he could’ve wished for no other, you were so unfathomably fluent with your words Dwalin found himself sinking into the depths of them
By the time you found him he was already far past the centre of your poetry knowing you were there yet being to absorbed he kept reading you wished he just flipped to a random page and read a few lines yet you couldn’t remember a time when you saw him so wrapped up in a book
Eventually he turned to face you his chest rumbling with silent laughter upon seeing your face turn completely red. You were barely looking at him having hung your head in humiliation. Dwalin couldn’t help but ask how you never told him you had such a way with words
Looking up you were met immediately with two strong arms easily raising your feet a few inches from the floor. Dwalin typically wasn’t overly affectionate but your confessions of adoration and love sparked something deep within him he hushed you reciting a line of your poetry to mirror your confession you knew he was the one
Fili
He loved you more than life before but upon reading your elaborate, detailed confessions he knew he wanted to praise you in all the love his heart could bare you had seized his heart before and now you set about the same path and succeeded
If he acted like he didn’t know that what you wrote was personal he did the job good service but upon each delicious poem he felt himself fall deeper into your realms of literature usually he found no pleasure in reading but the way you combined words to enhance the meaning captivated him
When you walked in on him reading your journal like it was an old favourite book you didn’t even have time to be embarrassed or explain or even react in any way, Fili had attack hugged you lifting you off the ground and pressing kisses upon your face
His grip never faltered he wanted to show you how he loved you the same you loved him whispering I love you’s into your ear as if it were his life line. You were pleasantly surprised if you had known Fili would’ve turned into a cuddly confessing softie you would’ve left out your journal sooner
For one in his life, Fili felt right about something not one fraction of regret went near his mind when he looked at you, your feelings were the truest form of love any man could be blessed with he pleaded you to write he’d give anything to absorb the words you wove upon a page again
Kili
He teases you relentlessly constantly flicking through the pages in front of the company so you can’t snatch it away, holding it above your reach, reciting a line to fit in perfectly with the conversation he finds it so cute how you try to cover the blush crawling up your cheeks
That being said he does let you know how much of his heart you own in his childish yet endearing ways. He’ll hold you against his chest unwilling to let you go for hours on end gently kissing your face and neck while reading the beautiful words woven into such simple pleasures
Once he found the poetry was about him he knocked the air from your lungs wrapping you in a bone crushing hug crashing his lips upon yours pleading you never to leave his side since he loves you so much. Kili went so soft and adorable all he wanted was you
Your journal quickly became part of Kili’s life whenever he was missing you he read the journal, whenever he’d lost hope he read the journal, whenever he needed a reminder of how much you loved him he read the journal, he always kept it on hold and god forbid anyone who tried taking it your poetry was his most valuable object
Your confessions drew you closer together your trust in one another as a couple grew immensely and the affection Kili gave you was in the most loving and true form it could ever get some nights he would beg you to read him a verse while you combed your fingers through his hair until you both fell asleep
Ori
He gets so flustered it was a complete accident he was just walking along and spotted an open journal that had never seen before and took a look inside he didn’t expect to find pages and pages of poems about him although he only read a sentence out of respect
Ori was willing to never bring it up in conversation only to keep it in his mind he felt awful having invaded your privacy however you walked in just as he was closing your journal going a deep shade of red purely wishing you remembered to hide it
Ori stumbled over his words dropping your journal in surprise stammering I’m sorrys and desperately trying to explain how it was all an accident in his haste he leaned down to pick it up at the same time you did effectively knocking your heads together
After you had both calmed down you confessed that your poetry was indeed about him, that you couldn’t put into words your love for him and didn’t want to seem overbearing so you took to pouting your heart out into a journal that you kept hidden from everyone else
Ori wrapped you in a firm grip assuring you that no amount of your live could ever even begin to deter him from you. Ori proclaimed his love for you was in fact just as strong and he too didn’t want to seem overbearing both of you having overcome an obstacle in your relationship
Bofur
His smile was so big he could’ve sworn the entire universe could see it he was astounded at the depths of your love towards him he wanted to cry out to all of Middle Earth that he had the best most loving woman he could ever have asked for
It was him that went to you somewhat aware that you had intended to keep it secret but he couldn’t help but want to hear what you had written pour from your lips instead of pages he wanted to know exactly how you felt about him it made him rather giddy
When he saw you cover your face with your hands and red creep up your neck he chuckled to himself gently prying away your hands so you could see the genuine affection and adoration in his eyes when he told you how he loved you more than the words in your journal
Occasionally he teased you over it in good spirit playfully saying how you couldn’t get mad at him since you loved him so much referring to your journal or how he placed his hat upon your head reciting a line for one of your poems that made no sense to the situation yet made you smile all the same
Bofur can’t help but smile whenever he sees you even when watching you from afar lines and words form your poems flood his mind making it hard for him to think straight and a big smile that never fails to make you feel warm inside grows on his face
