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[respectablebaggins]

▼ (+reverse if u want, but choose, I'm leavin that up to you)

Bilbo moved quietly, not wanting to disturb Bofur in his work. Bilbo had been writing a bit after dinner and left Bofur by the fire and his carvings. Passing the hall however he heard a faint snoring and smiled. But then thought it better not to just leave him to it as Bofur’s hand was perilously close to the fire place. The little wooden carving wouldn’t have dropped into the fire, but a chance ember nearby would have surely caused some damage. Bilbo crept forward, took both the knife and carving from Bofur’s hands, lest he was dreaming about fighting orcs and made a wrong move waking up. Bilbo had his fair share of nightmares since their return. He set them aside on the near end table next to Bofur’s pipe and pack he planned to have a bit later. Bilbo moved to gently and stealthily settle his knees between the arm chair and Bofur’s legs, sitting close on his lap and wake him with a kiss.

[notringwinner]

drops his hat on your head ⸻ @toymvker .

BILBO SPUTTERS AS the hat obscures his vision, ears twitching as the fur brushes against them. ❝ Oh ⸻ Bofur! Honestly. It’s like you want me to fall. ❞

He stops walking to push the brim of the hat over his eyes, huffing in exasperation as he swats at Bofur’s arm. It isn’t a big deal, really; except for the fact that they’re practically walking on open air in the middle of the mines, there are no rails on the walkway, and Bilbo can’t see the ground. He finds himself suddenly missing the sunshine outside.

❝ What is it we’re meant to be doing, again? I don’t fancy being down here any more than I have to be. ❞

[respectablebaggins]

honeysuckle | bilbo + bofur

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“Oh,” Bilbo nodded with understanding as Bofur explained and mentioned the familiar aspect of beard touching. But the ‘serious proposition’ threw him a bit off guard and he paled considerably more at the thought of being so extremely forward. “Oh-- dear.” He clutched at the mug with both hands, stopping them from rising to cover his mouth lest Bofur think him even more dramatic or some shrinking violet. 

Luckily Bofur winked and jostled his shoulder, forcing a smiling and laugh from Bilbo as such an embarrassing misstep. Bringing a dwarf home as a romantic prospect would surely be even more outrageous than leaving home with some many. Though, it was said the Stoors line of hobbits up north may very well have some dwarvish blood. And the Blue Mountains lay not far from the Shire, to the east.

What on earth was Bilbo thinking about? He might not even return home, never mind bring anyone, romantic interests or otherwise with him. And certain not any dwarf. He was helping find their home, why would any have need for the Shire. Even if some romance occurred, it would be doomed. Bilbo’s place was in the Shire, and Bofur’s with his people. His poor cousin with the axe in his head, for one. Bilbo would never dare ask him to give up all they might gain just for him.

Now who was thinking of serious propositions....

Bilbo gave a sigh of relief, eager to put the whole misunderstanding behind him and smiled kindly, “Well, you are a kind person, Bofur. And now I do know better. We should probably head back.”

[respectablebaggins]

for good luck | bilbo + bofur

[ cont from here with @toymvker ]

Bilbo wasn’t exactly sure where he might have expected a second kiss, or if in fact Bofur would grant him another at all. They were on a very tight schedule as it was. But the gentle kiss and tickle of his mustache against his skin sent a pleasant shiver down his back. Down to his little furry feet. 

Bilbo gave the dwarf a bit of a somewhat shy, somewhat giddy smile. But they had work to do. “I think we’ll need that luck...” Back to business, Bilbo hurriedly moved to the stairs as some of the company began venturing up and led them down instead, insistent and leading the charge... towards the wine cellar and the sleeping guards. Bilbo was amazed that elves could snore quiet so loudly. Another reason to prefer Rivendell to Mirkwood, in his books.

Countless shushing and leading them towards the empty barrels, he knew this wasn’t going to be easy to persuade them. But they had no time for arguing or debates.

“Get in the barrels, please. It’s our only way out. Quickly, everyone!”

[cupcakesmuses]

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?”