Hi I love your writing! I wanted to request headcanons for Bofur x human!wizard reader who lives in Erebor with him and he overhears dwarves talking negatively about his partner in dwarvish and how he’d handle the situation
Hell yeah. I love how creative this one is so I'm probably going to have a bunch of fun with it.
Notes: Since the request wasn't specified Reader is kept gender neutral. English is not my first language. Feel free to request anything else.
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Word count: 413
Bofur and Reader would go on cute little dates around Erebor whenever Reader ran low on their herbs and candles and whatever else they needed for their spells and magic.
This did however mean having to walk with a very obviously spiritual lover through a large crowd of dwarves where a surprising amount of them were not big fans of wizards or anything magic.
Reader didn't care much. Most dwarves that had something against it weren't passionate enough in their hate to say anything to them personally let alone actually do something about it.
It did get under Bofur's skin sometimes though. He didn't like it. He preferred to stay calm about situations. Especially those that didn't actually affect anyone. But after seeing Reader in action so many times? After seeing the wonders their potions did? He couldn't just sit by as they talked bad about them. Especially not when they couldn't even understand what they were saying.
He wouldn't be aggressive, but he's definitely confrontational. Would probably point out some cool herbs or crystals to distract Reader while he does it too so they don't have to get involved.
Definitely not the one to yell either, he'd probably pull the dwarves that were shit talking Reader in close and respond in Dwarvish defending them. No threats. No yelling. Just a level-headed and mature reply.
If they retaliate, that's when he might start losing his cool. Might throw a few insults here and there if things get heated, and he's definitely not afraid to throw punches either if things get out of hand.
Hey, if he wins he proves his point. If he gets injured it means he gets to sit around while his wizard partner patches him up. Win win situation.
Would probably get them a bouquet of flowers to compensate even if he didn't do anything wrong. Just because he feels bad for any sort of mean thing thrown his lover's way. Throw in a few candles and maybe some crystals too depending on what Reader has been lacking recently.
And once the bouquet is starting to wilt he'll either press the flowers and dry them for Reader's potions or he'll attempt to make jam out of them.
Either way, with a wizard and someone who loves cooking dating, anything that can be turned into potion or food material rarely gets wasted.
"Now... Slipped some coins out of them pricks' purses so how about I grab some nice flowers for you?"
With a reader who is struggling to sleep
Flirting with reader
Stealthy reader
Injured reader
(REQ) Period comfort
(REQ) Reacting to fem!human warrior reader saving them
(REQ) Reacting to human girlfriend reader throwing a punch for them
Oneshots:
Nothing here yet
Bofur
Headcanons:
With a reader who is struggling to sleep
Flirting with reader
Stealthy reader
Injured reader
(REQ) Period comfort
(REQ) Reacting to fem!human warrior reader saving them
(REQ) Dating a human! wizard Reader and overhearing other Dwarves talking bad about them in Dwarvish
(REQ) Reacting to human girlfriend reader throwing a punch for them
Oneshots:
Nothing here yet
Fili
Headcanons:
With a reader who is struggling to sleep
Flirting with reader
Stealthy reader
Injured reader
(REQ) Period comfort
(REQ) Reacting to fem!human warrior reader saving them
(REQ) Dating a human, female blacksmith! reader
(REQ) Reacting to human girlfriend reader throwing a punch for them
Oneshots:
Nothing here yet
Gandalf
Headcanons:
With a reader who is struggling to sleep
Flirting with reader
Stealthy reader
Injured reader
(REQ) Period comfort
(REQ) Reacting to fem!human warrior reader saving them
(REQ) Reacting to human girlfriend reader throwing a punch for them
Oneshots:
Nothing here yet
Kili
Headcanons:
With a reader who is struggling to sleep
Flirting with reader
Stealthy reader
Injured reader
(REQ) Period comfort
(REQ) Reacting to fem!human warrior reader saving them
(REQ) Reacting to human girlfriend reader throwing a punch for them
Oneshots:
Nothing here yet
Thorin
Headcanons:
With a reader who is struggling to sleep
Flirting with reader
Stealthy reader
Injured reader
(REQ) Period comfort
(REQ) Reacting to fem!human warrior reader saving them
(REQ) Reacting to human girlfriend reader throwing a punch for them
Oneshots:
Nothing here yet
Thranduil
Headcanons:
With a reader who is struggling to sleep
Flirting with reader
Stealthy reader
Injured reader
(REQ) Period comfort
(REQ) Reacting to fem!human warrior reader saving them
(REQ) Thranduil with a yapper girlfriend
(REQ) Reacting to human girlfriend reader throwing a punch for them
The inn was still quiet when you woke, the kind of hushed stillness that only came on winter mornings when even the wind seemed to hold its breath. A pale sliver of dawn slipped through the shutters, brushing the room with soft gold. The blankets were warm and heavy, thick enough to make you forget the cold waiting just outside the door.
Bofur was already awake.
Not fully — his eyes were half‑lidded, and there was a sleep-soft smile tugging at his lips — but awake enough that he’d gathered you closer into the crook of his arm. His fingers moved slowly, tenderly, combing through your hair in lazy strokes.
“Mm,” he hummed, voice a warm rumble in his chest. “Mornin’, lass.”
You blinked up at him, still drowsy. “You’ve been awake long?”
“Long enough to admire the view,” he said, grin widening as he brushed a stray braid behind your ear. “Though I don’t mind admirin’ a bit longer.”
Your cheeks warmed — not that you minded. With Bofur, it was impossible not to smile back. “Flatterer.”
“Only when it’s true.”
His fingers resumed their gentle path through your hair, following the curve of your scalp, untangling knots with the softest patience. He worked like a craftsman — slow, careful, reverent — as though tending to you was the most natural thing in the world.
Outside, you could faintly hear the rest of the Company stirring. Someone — likely Ori — dropped something. A muffled curse followed. Bofur chuckled under his breath.
“Sounds like they’re up,” you murmured, though neither of you made any effort to move.
“Aye, but they can manage a bit without us.” He shifted just enough to tuck your head beneath his chin. “’Sides… it’s warm here. And you’re here. And that’s two very good reasons not to leave.”
You let your fingers trace the edge of his coat sleeve — soft, worn, familiar. Bofur pressed a small kiss to the crown of your head, his moustache tickling just enough to make you giggle.
He beamed at the sound, his eyes glowing like embers. “There’s my favorite sound.”
You rolled your eyes — affectionately — and nuzzled closer. His arms folded around you instantly, like he’d been waiting for you to do exactly that.
For a few moments, you simply breathed together. Warm. Safe. Wrapped in each other and the blankets and the quiet.
“I could stay like this forever,” you whispered.
Bofur’s hand stilled, then cupped the side of your head gently. “Then let’s steal a little more o’ forever before breakfast.”
And so you did — nestled together in the soft morning light, the world outside forgotten, if only for a little while.
I have come to find there is little to no Bofur fics out there so I decided to contribute!
WORD COUNT: 1,888
Bofur x fem!dwarf reader
This is going to be a long, muti chapter fic ill update every time I finish a chapter.
[No grammar checks we die like men]
Enjoy!
CHAPTER 1
After the Battle of the five armies there was much to do, what with the mountain reclaimed and the princes on their death beds someone had to take charge. And that someone happened to be a lot of someones instead. The rest of the company and you. You had made the trek from the blue mountains along with Fili and Kili down to master Baggins' door that night in April.
Prior to that you had known next to nothing about the quest and Erebor itself. Though you quickly learned. You'd been with the company since then, through rivers and over mountains.
On that April night you met many new faces. 13 to be exact.
Balin, the elderly dwarf who, on account of his apparent scholarly knowledge, taught you many things about the mountain.
Dwalin, the resident seasoned warrior, who contributed to your fighting knowledge and which one can attribute to your survival during that foul battle.
Fíli, the more reserved of him and his brother, was always a welcoming soul to you
Kíli, the resident jokester, always getting into trouble he was, never knowing when to shut up though you oft appreciated the talk.
Dori, the other silver haired dwarf of the company, a quite strong fellow as you saw for yourself.
Nori. He was one of the first to catch my gaze due to his elaborate star shaped hairdo. You and he were friendly to each other even though neither of you interacted with the other all that much.
Ori, the kind hearted young dwarf, was more of a timid sort preferring calm to the common pursuits of the forge among dwarves.
Óin, one of the best healers you'd ever had the pleasure of meeting, without him there would be no more Durin princes and frankly no more you.
Glóin was nice to you after a while, rather stand-offish at first and you couldn't blame the guy, mahal knows it's not safe to trust a strange dwarf at first meeting. Or anyone for that matter, human, left or dwarf but especially elf. Never trust an elf as they say.
Bifur, he was a curious sort. He had an axe in his head and by some luck still walked and talked. Though he only spoke in khuzdul. Thank mahal you had learned the language as a pebble.
Bombur, the very heavy set ginger dwarf, who could out eat any of us. It is impressive. Later on he took up the role of our camp cook and boy was his stew good given the limited supplies.
And last but far from least, Bofur. Now you could say all sorts of things about Bofur and he equally about you. It's not a lie to say you were enamored as soon as you stepped through that circular door at bag-end.
When you first set eyes on him you had just rounded the corner of Bilbo's house to the kitchen –following the sounds of activity– the flustered hobbit trailing behind. Bofur was gathering food from the pantry with the rest of the company at this point and you decided to be of help, aiding in the transportation of chairs into the dining room whilst a few of the others pushed a couple long tables together, thankfully this hobbit had copious chairs and tables so this was possible. You also recall hearing Bilbo telling off one of the others for using his decorative chair for sitting on. Which none of you could understand the reasoning behind. Chairs are for sitting in, it just didn't make sense.
Once the tables were set up and food was procured we sat down to feast, and it was a gay affair. Laughter and the sounds of a jovial occasion permeated the halls of bag-end that night.
Needless to say, you spent most of the evening watching Bofur. Preferring to keep to your drink and food of which you enjoyed and had multiple helpings of rather than participating in the boisterous activities of the others dwarrow.
“Excuse me but what should I do with my plate?” Óri had asked Bilbo, his face questioning as he held the empty plate in front of him.
“Here I'll take it” was Fíli's response, taking the plate from Ori and tossing it to his brother Kili who then tossed it over your head to Bifur who was standing at the sink and who you watched catch the flying piece of porcelain and place it on the counter.
“Can you not do that? You'll blunt them!”
You heard Bilbo say and upon looking over, you saw Bofur, Nori and Glóin thumping their fists against the table in a rhythm, scraping the knives and forks they held in their hands together.
“Ooooh! You hear that lads?”
“He said we'll blunt the knives!” was Bofur's response, a sly smirk crossing his features as he spoke, beginning to stomp his feet in rhythm to a new song --a familiar dwarven song– and the others sitting around him joined in the thumping.
And then they started to sing. Kili starting up the song from where he was in the hall right before tossing another plate to someone who passed it along.
“Blunt the knives, bend the forks”
“Smash the bottles and burn the corks”
Fíli echoed the next verse and soon most of the gathered dwarrow were singing along, yourself included having been familiar with the tune.
Chip the glasses and crack the plates
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
Cut the cloth, tread on the fat
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat
Pour the milk on the pantry floor
Splash the wine on every door!
The dwarves worked together like a well oiled machine, tossing plates, bowls and cutlery alike through the air and piling it all up on the table all the while Bilbo flitted around panickedly fearing for his “mother's dishes”.
“Dump the crocks in a boiling bowls
Pound them up with a thumping pole
When you're finished if they are whole
Send them down the hall to roll!”
At some point Bofur had retrieved his wooden flute from either his coat or his bags and was fluting along to the giddy tune, and Óin was playing the Teapot; how did that work? You turned your gaze towards the head of the table, where Balin sat, begrudgingly boosting the plates that rolled past him to Dwalin behind him and this you chuckled at.
Your focus returned to Bofur who was playing his flute rather eloquently and you had to appreciate it by watching. And you swore you had seen him wink at you but
“That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!”
The song concluded as Bilbo entered the room, presumably fearing for the state of his dishes only to find all of them neatly stacked on the table, the dwarves laughing gaily as they collected themselves and sat back at the table.
Then there was a loud knocking. That was Thorin.
Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the mountain.
Thorin was a haughty sort. You suppose being a prince would give one an air of such.
He kept to himself. And commanded authority over the company. A natural leader.
Someone got Thorin a mug of ale and some bread and we all sat down and patiently waited for Thorin to finish eating and to start the discussion.
The exact words of said discussion you fail recall but you do recall Bofur telling Bilbo all about Smaug.
“Well there's the dragon to take into account” Ballin commented and that sure caught Bilbo's attention and he turned to face the group, a bewildered expression on his face.
“What dragon..?” Bilbo asked, his tone laced with a hint of fear.
Bofur, who had been sitting across from you at the table, smoking from his long pipe, took it upon himself to answer this, taking his pipe down from his lips to speak.
“Well that'll be a reference to Smaug the Terrible.” He paused then continued. “Air born firebreather, Teeth like razors claws like swords”
You watched Bilbo pale as he described the dragon, torn between smirking at his reaction and feeling concerned for it and so you just sat back and took a puff of your own pipe in silence.
The others urged Bofur to settle down pointing out the effect his casual commentary had on the hobbit but Bofur didn't seem to notice, continuing his commentary.
“Think furnace, With wings!” Bofur said, smiling slightly, eyebrows raised.
That evidently was the breaking point for Poor Bilbo and with a briefly uttered “Nope” he fainted.
“Oof.” You said as he hit the ground, looking back to Bofur with a few others.
“What was that for!?” You exclaimed, a little exasperatedly. Bofur took his sweet time in answering, a bit preoccupied at staring --with evident astonishment-- at Bilbo before he looked away and shrugged.
“It wasn't on purpose lass, I didn't mean ta make ‘im faint or nun” he said apologetically and you sighed, rubbing your temples.
You could tell this was going to be a long journey, and not just with the distance.
While the company waited for Bilbo –Who had been carried away to rest in a chair– to return to consciousness you rose to your feet and decided that reading a book was the most appetizing course of action and set about looking for one that suited your tastes.
Bofur, who had been intrigued by you as soon as he'd seen you, followed after you with his eyes, eyebrows knitted in a thoughtful expression, fingers interlaced and rested upon his middle as he lounged.
You however found yourself a book, and you sat yourself in an armchair albeit carefully, nervous that you might break the chair that definitely wasn't designed with dwarves in mind. But the chair held and you settled in, flipping open the book and beginning to read.
You were 3 pages deep into the book when Bofur's voice sounded from beside you.
“Whatcha readin? Is it any good?”
You looked up at him and he smiled down at you warmly.
“Mmm. I wouldn't know if it's good or not ive only read 3 pages” you quipped, a slight smirk creeping into your smile.
“Ah well, I suppose that is true.” He remarked, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
The two of you remained in silence for a long moment before you heard Gandalf in the other room telling Bilbo the tales of old “Bull-roarer Took” and you let out a hum of thought.
“What's on yer mind lass?” Bofur –Ever the attentive one– asked you, a brow quirked inquisitively.
I do hope our burglar agrees. But with how it has been going I fear he wont sign. *I say, closing the book in your lap and resting your head on your palm.
You heard Bofur hum and then the sound of him sitting down beside your chair, evidently tired of standing idly beside you.
“We'll just have to see now won't we?” He tilted his head to look at you and you nodded.
“Aye that we will”
Bofur went quiet as did the rest of the company albeit slowly.
Gandalf and Thorin conversed in low voices whilst at the table. Their words were unable to be deciphered by your tired mind just then so you returned to your book. You were fighting to keep your eyes open to read when sleep overcame you.
I'm gonna use different injuries for each character for the sake of keeping things interesting. As usual reader is kept as neutral as possible. English is not my first language. Feel free to request anything else!
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word count: 927
Fili
Reader accidentally got cut, in one of the many knives / daggers this man carries around, while trying to sort his things out.
It takes him a slight bit to notice but once he does he's instantly by their side to help.
It's probably not a first for him. With how many sharp things he carries and how touchy the dwarves seem to be with eachother he's probably had someone cut themselves on one of his knives by accident (most likely Kili).
He's pretty calm while tending to the wound, joking around here and there while cleaning and patching reader up.
Kili
Reader tripped and fell face first.
He's most definitely fell face first before too. And tripped in general.
So of course he knows how to help.
He might chuckle a bit at first but after noticing that reader isn't laughing along he goes straight to helping.
Will help them up, get a cold press onto anything they might have bumped while falling and help them clean up if they fell in a particularly muddy or dusty area.
Thorin
Reader fell of their horse / pony
He knew falls like that can be nasty, so he doesn't joke around with them.
He's instantly off his pony, making his way over to them to check on them
"Come on, up you get, if you stay down you'll never get over it."
Will help them up but won't force them straight back onto their ride if they're clearly injured.
If it's bad, bad he'll help them into his own pony and let them ride with him
Thranduil:
Reader gets burnt (just normal fire not the way Thranduil got burnt)
He knows it's not the same circumstances, but he also knows reader has been alive for way less time than him. So he expects their burns to hurt maybe not as much as his own but quite close up.
He's very quick to grab everything he needs. Send patrols out to grab more herbs and medicine in case what he has on hand isn't enough.
Knows to be gentle with the burn. He might not be great at the emotion side of things but he wants to provide reader with the help he was never really able to get.
Bofur
Reader got hit in battle. Nothing too dire but enough to leave some bruises.
While he's no expert at dealing with open wounds some bruises should be easy enough to help with.
Will grab ice for the wounds and offer to double up their sleeping bags when resting for the night so it's more plush.
Would gladly offer to carry reader's pack of their bruises makes it too uncomfortable to carry.
Bilbo
Reader got stung by some plants when traveling. Nothing poisonous but enough to be itchy and sting.
While he's no botanical expert he probably had the most experience with plants out of everyone in the company so he knows how to deal with these sorts of things.
Will soak a cloth with something he cooked up that the whole company seems to doubt but no one seems to ask questions.
It does sting more at first but it does help the rash calm down very quickly.
Would definitely take this as a chance to teach reader about plants, which they should avoid, and which they should use if they happen to touch said plants in the future.
Gandalf
Little firework accident. Nothing serious, think Merry and Pippin at the beginning of FOTR.
He can't say he hadn't seen it coming. Though he had expected it from someone else, not reader.
He just takes a moment to shake his head in dissappontned while quietly chuckling under his breath before actually helping.
He starts by wiping away all the soot leftover, just in case there's actually bad injuries hidden underneath.
After not finding much but a few minor burns and scrapes he starts tending to those, using just a little bit of his magic to ensure that the treatment won't sting too much.
