The Girl in the River
This is for @princess-of-erebor1992 ‘s Hobbit Challenge. I didn’t actually use my favorite Hobbit character as that would have been cheating. (I already wrote a fic with the prompt for Thorin.)
Original Prompt: Take your favorite Hobbit character. Any favorite character. Write from their point of view their reaction to a stranger falling into Middle Earth. The stranger can literally fall, randomly appear…your choice. Your story should be less than 500 words so it’s easier for me to read.
Warnings: awkward fluff
Chosen Character: Bofur
Bofur was washing his extra tunic in the river, whistling to himself. The journey had been long and difficult so far, but Bofur tried his best to keep a positive outlook on life. It wouldn’t do any good to let the circumstances get him down. So, he kept up his music and joking around and he whistled whenever he had a moment alone, like now. Although, he wasn’t alone for long.
He heard the scream first, then he felt the cool water of the river splashing his face, his lucky hat and his dry clothes. Blinking away the droplets of water, Bofur opened his eyes and stared. There, sitting in shock in the middle of the water, was a woman. For a moment, neither said anything. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers and Bofur was just as surprised. But finally, he spoke.
"Are ya alright, lass?“ She nodded and then, furrowing her brows, shook her head. "I-I don’t know,” she replied. “Ya seem ta be a tad indecisive,” Bofur joked, trying to lighten the mood and calm her down. She glared at him and he raised his hands in a gesture of peace. Since he was already wet, Bofur took a few steps into the river and offered a hand. For a second, the woman simply stared at it but then, shivering, she took it and let him help her.
Bofur blushed when he saw the woman’s outlandish clothing clinging to her and he averted his eyes as best he could. The woman looks down and seemed to realize what happened. Bofur cleared his throat, trying to diffuse the awkwardness and failing. “I-I’m Bofur, lass.” She crossed her arms over her chest, hiding herself a little so Bofur could actually look at her. “Y/N. Where am I?”
Bofur lead the young woman from the water before grabbing his coat and handing it to her. The blush that painted her cheeks was endearing and Bofur found himself staring. “I don’t want to get you coat wet,” she said. Bofur shrugged with a chuckle. “Don’t worry about it, lass. It’ll dry. Besides, the rest of me is already wet.” Giggling softly, she took the coat from him, their fingers brushing slightly. Bofur looked into Y/N’s (e/c) eyes and knew the rest of the journey was about to become very interesting.
