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[toymvker]

update on hiatus things: 

I am moving in two weeks! So I will probably still be on hiatus for a good bit, but I start a new job on 8/30 and then I’ll be on regular work hours and schedule, so I might be able to hop back onto Bofur! 

#--- out of his hat --- ooc #just slippin on to say that #might poke around next week bcos im on vacation

[toymvker]

hey guys - 

I am probably going to be on hiatus for a while. I know I kind of have been but I’m just putting it down here. I like writing Bofur and I want to continue! - but life has just been too stressful for me to do much of that. 

#--- out of his hat --- ooc #i hope to return eventually but I dunno #life changes might happen soon and if they do that might mean i can return to some normalcy but we'll see #i'll just cross my fingers that a good change is coming

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Someone please kiss me softly and tell me I’m good enough.

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no it’s not munday, but i needed to immediately show that the orcrist earrings i ordered came in ;;

#--- out of his hat --- ooc #also a friendly reminder that i'm a man and i use he/him :) #bcos i know im very femme in this photo

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respectablebaggins​:

“You are terribly comfortable yourself, Master Dwarf.” 

Bilbo smiled, giving a slight snort and kissed his love again, not quiet as soft as before. A short little moan accompanying, feeling the tickle of Bofur’s mustache against his smooth face. He’d put on a little more weight since returning home and was beginning to feel much more like himself again. His hand squeezed Bofur’s shoulder, rocking against his lap.

“We should really get some sleep.” Bilbo insisted, though he wasn’t moving away from Bofur in any manner. “You’re obviously very tired… And you certainly deserve a better bed than an arm chair…” 

At Bilbo’s comment, Bofur grinned. He had a retort, but before he could even begin speaking, the hobbit kissed him once more. Bofur grinned wider, sliding his fingers into Bilbo’s hair and pulling him closer as they kissed deeper. It wasn’t quite that long, but it felt nice between his fingers and he enjoyed touching it quite a lot. 

“Oh, should we?” Bofur teased him softly, sliding one of his hands from Bilbo’s hair to hold his hip and pull him closer still. “Because I think I’m quite comfortable here... and you seem to be as well.” Then his smile grew a little more teasing. “Though I know someone that I’d be quite comfortable on top of.”

#respectablebaggins #bofur is like #😉

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respectablebaggins​:

Bilbo smiled a little more genuinely, more amused than bemused as Bofur seemed to look a bit awkward again. Bilbo decided he very much liked this Bofur as well. Pleasingly unsure of himself. It wasn’t often Bofur was safely speechless or throw off his charm. The question of courting brought a blush to Bilbo’s cheeks again, a bit hard to tell in the cold, but his own dropped gaze was obvious enough. He took another sip of his tea, looking at Bofur as he spoke of crafted gifts. It was nice to think they were in that way, and should they have had the means or time or money, they would have done so proper. It made Bilbo dreadful homesick as well as grateful for it at all.

“Oh, well… Hobbits give gifts as well. Mostly… flowers,” Bilbo chuckled slightly as technically they had already done so quite early on their trail. “And food. Or small crafts. Personal type things… Hair ribbons, handkerchiefs, trinket boxes. But mostly baking food or flowers.” Bilbo smiled a little faint, neither flowers nor flour seemed to be in much supply here. It was terribly… dreary. Bilbo glanced up to the sky, covered in clouds. He sighed a little, and looked back to Bofur. It would have been Bilbo’s greatest pleasure to shower Bofur in proper courting gifts, to spend a fishing holiday in Bywater, or walks with him through West Farthing, visit relatives in Buckland and Tuckborough, as they were the only relatives Bilbo liked enough and whom would appreciate what Bilbo saw in the dwarf. Hopefully they would be able to do all those things… But there was a dragon in the mountain yet to contend with. And worries about what Bofur would decide should they be successful. 

“It’s a lovely thought, Bofur.” Bilbo spoke with some obvious defeat, but smiled a little, not wishing Bofur to get the wrong idea. “But I don’t think our journey will allow much for tradition. At least not for a hobbit.” 

Bofur watched Bilbo with a carefulness, tracking each little movement the hobbit made. Who knew what tomorrow might bring, what might happen, and though he remained somewhat unsure, at least some small part of him wanted Bilbo to know how he felt. 

It felt strange, being that he seldom was left speechless, or even more, that he might be bad with the words. Yet, he wasn’t quite sure how to approach telling Bilbo without coming up like a fool. 

Perhaps it was skirting the issue a bit, asking him about courting as casually as he possible could in the situation. (Which wasn’t, really, but it was something, wasn’t it?) 

A small smile worked its way onto his face as he looked at Bilbo softly. “Aye, you did mention the flowers before, didn’t you?” Not that that had been much of anything at the time, but now Bofur could look upon it fondly. “Though I’m ‘fraid Bombur has all the culinary skills... but he’s married, y’know, so don’t go trying to chase after him, eh?”

Bofur smiled cheekily, glancing down at his hands. His expression sombered as Bilbo spoke again and he reached to touch Bilbo’s hand again. “Not now, perhaps, but... well. I don’t want to jinx us. We’ve still got tomorrow to get through.” He paused, looking at Bilbo and he felt as though his heart was in his eyes. “You give me a great deal of hope, Bilbo.”

#respectablebaggins #hello love i am trying to be back again ;;

[toymvker]

HEY GUYS I AM ALIVE. I just have been catching up on sleep and rest since my parents left but I'll be around writing tomorrow!!!

#out of his hat ooc

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chainsxwsmile​:

“Nah, can’t say I know what a hobbit is,” Bruce answered, shaking his head. It sounded an awful lot like ‘rabbit’, but he doubted that gave any indication of what a hobbit really was.

“But ah, forests’ve got weird ways of eatin’ ‘way at time once ye’ve gone into one,” the Olog mused before giving a pause and then chuckling. “Or maybe not. For all I know, that’s just a bunch of Orc superstition. Haven’t really been to a real forest in m’ life.” Mordor had trees, but not forests— more often to the east sprang mere, sparse clusters of rotting trees and struggling saplings.

With that, Bruce arose from the ground. The wounds still stung but weren’t quite so wide as they were deep. Thanks to his size, blood loss wasn’t all that likely if the wounds scattered across his arms opened up once more. The fighting pits had inflicted much worse, after all…

“Ah, sorry ye had a run-in with a group of… unsavory troll folk. I can’t say for certain that all other Olog-hai would be better mannered, but I’d hope as much that they’d at least not try to eat’cha.” No, they’d be more likely to fight. At least in Mordor. Everything involved fighting in Mordor.

“Ye headed west as well, then?” Bruce asked, tilting his head down to catch a glance at the dwarf far below him. Self-awareness seeped in, and Bruce blinked. “Unless, of course, ye’re uncomfortable with a troll taggin’ along. Rest assured, I’ll keep the food-related nicknames to a minimum.”

“They’re real tiny,” Bofur said, chuckling partially to himself. “Smaller than me, even. Men call them halfling, though between you an’ me, I wouldn’t call them that to their faces. They don’t like it.”

How many times had Bilbo protested the dwarves referring to him as such? It was too many to count by now. 

“I think that’s perhaps one thing that dwarves and orcs might agree on,” Bofur said after a moment. His nose wrinkled in distaste as he looked about them. “The trees, I mean. Usually we go around them, you know? Too many tales at night about the horrors of the forests for this dwarf. I’d much rather travel on the open road. Least I know what’s out there.”

He tried not to take an immediate step back at the size of the troll when he actually rose up. Bruce was definitely larger than Bofur had first noticed, and though much of Middle Earth was, the dwarf still didn’t particularly like that fact. At least dwarves and hobbits were at a sensible height. 

Still, he tried to shrug nonchalantly. “Most folks I run across, troll or otherwise, well... let’s say most don’t like dwarves. Even the men only tolerate us. Much prefer to just keep to ourselves, but can’t make a livin’ that way.” Maybe Bofur was a little more open than some dwarves about it, but he’d rather eat his hat than deal with an elf. 

He processed Bruce’s question and then laughed, shaking his head slightly. “Well you’d be the strangest traveling companion I’ve ever had, but... well, I won’t say no. Long as you keep that promise.”

#chainsxwsmile

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respectablebaggins​:

Bilbo chuckled slightly at Bofur calling his nieces and nephews ‘pebbles’. It was cute. Something shirefolk might never even consider as such a nickname, but it made sense for miners and dwarves that lives surrounded with stone, mostly. As beautiful as Erebor was in it’s own way, Bilbo knew he couldn’t have lived there for long. He wasn’t sure if it was the stress of the oncoming war or Thorin’s obvious sickness, or even afterward, mourning the king and princes that compounded his sense of unease and restless sleep. Even with thick furs and staying outside as much as he did, closer to the surface, he couldn’t shake the cold or slightly claustrophobic (or acrophobic) feel of the mountain. And to say so, Bilbo felt, would be a grave insult even if it was simply the nature between them. 

He was terribly curious to see the Blue Mountains, of course. Where Bombur and Bofur grew up and lived. Bilbo was sure they had enough money that they could comfortably make a trip from the Shire to the Blue Mountains at least once every few years if not once a year. It didn’t seem so very far. If he got so easily homesick in Erebor, he could imagine Bofur might do the same in the Shire. Even if Bag End would be a proper home for him, Bilbo wondered if Bofur might still have a wandering nature. And he didn’t much mind. As long as he was granted to go with him.

As Bofur was obviously a little put out by Bilbo dismissing his own part in the story, the hobbit could see him soften up a bit with Bilbo’s mentioning of his favorite. Bilbo was almost sure he could see him blushing. Bilbo bit his lip to keep from giggling himself at the idea he’d gotten that reaction.

His eye brows lifted in surprise as Bofur mentioned the song. He took a sip of his own ale, hiding his own redding cheeks at the very thought of Bofur singing to him. He had a lovely voice that was for sure. He could still remember picking it out when they were gathered around his fireplace and Bilbo had more or less pretended to go to bed just to be out of the way. This song was a bit different. Bilbo couldn’t imagine were it would be appropriate to sing. Well, not for him to do so anyway.

Bilbo grinned and chuckled, shaking his head. He set down his mug and clapped, of course. “That’s incredibly flattering of you, Bofur. I suppose I’ll be alright with you knocking six inches off my height if you add a verse about the very talented dwarf who lives with him. Something like,” Bilbo tilted his head for a moment, thinking of his own line for Bofur.

“From the Blue Mountains came his handsome mate

Music and wood carvings he did create

Quick with a wink and a smile, Bofur gives

His worry and laughter is why Bilbo lives.”

If there were anything more true about Bilbo, than it was that he always remained full of surprises -- at least to Bofur. It seemed almost as if at every turn, he managed to surprise the dwarf in one way or another. Not that he hadn’t heard Bilbo sing on their journey, or after, and he knew that Bilbo had mentioned before being something of a writer, or something like that, but...

It was an entirely different thing to hear Bilbo add to the song that he’d been fiddling with. 

For Bofur it had been something he had been doing, trying to figure out a way to really, and honestly, bring about his feelings for Bilbo. Though Bofur could have plainly said it, he’d always had trouble with that. The being honest, true, about feelings, when it came face to face. It was far different from little jokes and flirts, because those rarely had consequences. They were for fun, and not much more than that. But things with Bilbo were different. 

His eyes widened as words came from the hobbit, before flicking to stare steadily at the carving of Bilbo. “Oh, that’s...” Bofur’s cheeks were red. That was another things that Bilbo seemed to cause quite easily. Bofur blushing. 

The dwarf moved forward, sweeping Bilbo up in his arms before the hobbit could protest the move. Gently, Bofur pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling against the soft skin there. “Handsome, eh?” He pushed teasingly at the word, brushing another kiss to where he could reach on Bilbo’s face. “Now, you know that flattery will get you everywhere, Bilbo.” 

Bofur tilted his head slightly, smiling as he met Bilbo’s eyes. For the moment, he stood there with his arms wrapped around the hobbit, content to look upon him. Truly, Bilbo was handsome and pretty, all in one, and as strange as that was, Bofur wouldn’t deny any of it. He was rather just happy to have the hobbit in his arms at the moment. 

#respectablebaggins #bofur in me really went that lil pleading face emoji

[toymvker]

psa; I know I haven’t been around much recently, due to IRL tiredness, but I am working on drafts. On that note.... after this weekend I will be MIA for a week or so. Parents are visiting and I haven’t seen them since before the pandemic hit. 

I’ll probably still poke my head in here while they’re here but if you want to talk to me, best to try via discord (just hit me up in dms for that). 

#--- out of his hat --- ooc #i'm near constant tired and i can't take time off WHILE they're here so my free time outside of work is going to be spent with them

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respectablebaggins​:

“She may well be… All the more reason to keep her happy,” Bilbo glanced down to Myrtle again, smiling at Bofur’s joke and a bit more when she meowed, as if agreeing. Then she wandered out towards the back of the shop, a cat flap gave her easy access to the stairwell to Bilbo’s apartment upstairs.

Bilbo nodded at the rather polite invitation but it wasn’t exactly his cup of tea. The ‘wee hours and rowdiness’ part anyway. Maybe he would drop in after work tonight, well before ten of course. And generally a ‘fry up’ wasn’t the healthiest of meals but Bofur had been kind enough to brag… surely he could have a little something.

Once given the real reason for being here, Bilbo led Bofur over to a back wall, the taller book cases in the children’s room and scanned over the shelf until he pulled out a paperback with a mouse on the cover with a sword and shield, wearing a little green monk’s robe.

“The Redwall series. I’ve been meaning to read these. It’s a whole series, about 20 books, little woodland creatures in a medieval fantasy world. And you can really read them in any order. I read the first one when it came out in the 80s and fell off of them when I was a bit more concerned about being cool…”

He chuckled, amusement clear in his eyes as he followed Bilbo towards the back wall. Bofur took a moment to look around, taking in the book shop more now that he felt he had a better handle on the man that owned it and the lack of decoration back here. 

Bofur’s attention drew back to Bilbo when the man produced a book from the shelf. He peered over his shoulder, humming thoughtfully as he studied the book cover in an overly serious manner. Truthfully, Bofur was just listening to Bilbo describe the book’s contents. Worse came to worse, if there weren’t that many pictures, he could very easily read books to the kids. He did good voices, if you asked him. 

“Cute,” Bofur said after a moment, smiling. “I think they’ll like that. And if there are that many, I can get them all their own different books. That’ll please my sister-in-law.” He rolled his eyes, though his smile was broad. “Seems to think I spoil them or something.”

He paused, glancing at Bilbo curiously. “Are you actually open? I’ve just wandered in here, I didn’t actually look.”

#respectablebaggins

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respectablebaggins​:

Cooking actually did help pull Bilbo out of a bad mood, though he complained once of twice about wishing they had some herb or another, some other vegetable than potatoes or carrots, but those were what kept longer than some and cheaper to buy in abundance. 

Bilbo glanced up, none the wiser, at Bombur and Bofur’s silent conversing though Bofur didn’t keep silent for long. He caught them both with an amused but clueless look, especially as Bofur was offering to give him more than Bombur. They two of them could pack away more than most, but rationing had to be done until they knew they could gather more food.

“What was that? Sign language? I’m afraid I don’t recognize that…” Bilbo gave the small implication that he wished to be informed, but if Bofur’s fading to normal cheeks were any indication… 

There was several things Bofur would have preferred to keep to himself. One of those was his (though he wouldn’t quite admit it to himself yet) developing feelings for Bilbo. He wasn’t a dwarf that oft dealt with feelings, and though Bofur didn’t necessarily think he was bound to his craft, he hadn’t really felt anything similar to this before. 

Not so quickly. 

Bofur cleared his throat, throwing Bombur a warning glance before he glanced back at the hobbit. For a moment, his eyes glanced around the camp, taking in the dwarves. No one was paying particular attention to them and Bofur leaned closer to Bilbo. “It’s... called Iglishmêk. It’s our sign language. You’ve probably noticed that Bifur mostly communicates with signing, aye?” 

This certainly wasn’t something that he should tell Bilbo about but he couldn’t help it. Not with the way that Bilbo looked at him in interest. Even if it was just wanting to know more, he really couldn’t resist telling him more. “Though I’m afraid I can’t tell you what they mean. I think Thorin would kill me if I told you more than that, honestly.” Or Balin. As of late, Thorin had seemed more lenient, but Bofur figured the old dwarf was far less likely to let go of traditions. “We don’t normally share much with outsiders, I mean.”

#respectablebaggins #i feel that bofur sees bilbo looking at him and its like puppy dog eyes #he cannot resist

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rangers-are-cool​:

Bilbo could have gone to Teldran for assistance with his nightmares and pain. Yet his twin admittedly lacked the ability to handle anything that dealt with emotions. In the Shire and Buckland, there was one well known fact about the two Hobbit raised elves. For anything to do with fighting, Rangers, the Old Forest, herbs or emotions, go to Taenil; For anything to do with weapons, weapons-crafting, blacksmithing or, and this last bit was added with much amusement from said elf, lessons in how to glare effectively, go to Teldran.

Taenil shifted his gaze to the hatted miner with a slight twitch of his lips, having heard from his adopted brother their misfortunes. But his words rang true and the subject was easily dropped. Although Mirkwood was dangerous to those travelling the pathway through, it lacked the dangers that came with places like the Old Forest and Fangorn. The dangers that lay with the Walking Trees and the Ents, despite their numbers now being in decline.

Only when in the company of his fellow Rangers of the North did the Noldor elf talk as much as he had done today. But when it got too much for him, he was able to switch to their secret sign language and continue. That wasn’t an option open to him right now though, due to the lack of knowing a sign language Bofur could recognise. So normal speaking it was. Thankfully he was with someone, who apparently didn’t mind his halting words.

Rarely heard quiet laughter escaped him at that. Because it was a rather apt description of what the Hobbit from Bag End would do and a definite sign that Bilbo was known. “Bi has always.. had a temper.. as did his.. parents, Belladonna especially… But being part.. Baggins meant that.. he shielded it.. pretty well… The Hobbits can.. surprise you though.. but I think.. you already know.. that…”

“That’s probably a.. good thing…” Taenil paused when Bofur slowed down, knowing instantly that the cause was the Walking tree walking. Weirdly enough that was part of the reason why Teldran very rarely came further than the Bonfire Glade by Buckland’s forest gate. He had noticed the dwarf’s lack of movement and was thankful for it. As the Walking Trees were devils to deal with should they become upset. “They’re as natural.. as you or.. I, Bofur… Most don’t know.. it but the.. Walking Trees help.. to protect the.. Shire and Buckland… Without the Old.. Forest here, the.. Shire would be.. completely undefended…”

He gently nudged Bofur out past the waiting tree and soon the hidden entrance became impenetrable once more. It was only then that his sharp eyes caught the commotion happening near the front door of his brother’s home and a sigh left his lips. “Did Bilbo ever.. mention a Hobbit.. called Lobelia to.. you at all?”

Bofur thought fondly of Bilbo, smiling to himself as he did so. They’d been through enough together that he knew the hobbit well enough, and that meant that he knew the hobbit remained full of surprises. No matter how often he thought that Bilbo might be out of them, he seemed to come up with another. Like having an adopted elven brother. 

“Aye,” he replied, chuckling a little. “They can, though I think that Bilbo tends to be an outlier in that.”

Okay, perhaps Bofur hadn’t had much experience in regards to other hobbits. Bilbo had been the only hobbit that he’d spent any... quality time with, truthfully, and he was happy with that. The other hobbits just didn’t seem like they’d take well to him. 

“You can say it’s natural all ya want, but that is not something a dwarf ever wants to see,” Bofur muttered. If Taenil hadn’t nudged him forward, Bofur would have been unlikely to move at all. Not until he had no longer seen the moving tree. Regardless, when the elf did nudge him, Bofur was quick to move. “Guess as long as it protects them...”

He followed the elf’s gaze curiously, trying to figure out what was going on. “Lobelia?” The dwarf wrinkled his nose in distaste. “Aye, Bilbo’s mentioned her before. Not someone we like, aye?”

#rangers-are-cool

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He wasn’t mine and I wasn’t his but he was so good at making me feel like we belonged to each other.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

#hm #sorry this gives me very sad bilbo/bofur vibes #🌸 flowers in his hair 🌸 [bofur/bilbo] #in a very sad way #because i do think about angst sometimes--

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respectablebaggins​:

“No, I know,” Bilbo took a slow breath and nodded. Unashamed, he wiped at his own face, shaking his head. He squeezed Bofur’s hand, acknowledging his gratitude for his words and the gentle kiss. “I know I could never have taken on Azog and lived…” He sniffled and leaned into Bofur’s chest again. He took a few deeper breathes, saying nothing for a moment because he simply wasn’t able. 

When he did speak again it was strained and several tears fell from his chin to their hands, looking to Bofur. He never wanted Bofur to come to the Shire because he had no where, or no one else, left. He certainly didn’t want Bofur by his side because he was terrified of loosing him like his cousin and brother. But he couldn’t deny he wanted him, he wanted every promise Bofur was giving him now.

“If you have gone with me, he’d’ve called you a traitor and put your family at risk. He nearly– He was too far gone… I don’t regret what I did. I don’t regret you not coming with me then…” Bilbo cleared his throat, squeezing Bofur’s hand a little and smiling, however unsteady. “But I would be…” Bilbo thought for a moment, feeling the term ‘happy’ was wholly inappropriate for right now. Maybe in time. He touched Bofur’s cheek again, kissing his lips softly and brief. “I would be so lucky to have you with me, Bofur. I love you.”

Bofur remained quiet for the moment, moving a shaky hand to curl through Bilbo’s hair as the hobbit leaned against him. He didn’t want to think too much about how often he had thought about this situation, under different circumstances. They were supposed to be celebrating a victory hard won. But he didn’t feel like there was much to be celebrating, not really. 

At least he could go home with Bilbo. 

“I know you don’t regret that,” Bofur said quietly, looking down at their hands. “And I know that you’re right, what happened was... I guess you were right that we should have left the mountain as soon as we’d stepped foot in it, but...” he shook his head a little, looking at Bilbo. 

His breath caught, gentle as Bilbo pressed his hand against his cheek. He met the hobbit’s gaze, a moment before the hobbit kissed him ever-so-lightly. It certainly wasn’t their first kiss, but it did its job in stealing his breath away for a moment. As of late, Bilbo had been exceptionally good at doing so. Bofur curled his fingers into Bilbo’s hair gently. 

And it was Bilbo’s words that astounded him. “You...” he stared at the hobbit.  Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. “You really want me with you?” The dwarf’s eyes lowered, focusing on Bilbo’s hands instead. “I love you too, Bilbo... you must know that.” 

#respectablebaggins #I am back #maybe I wasn't absent THAT long but I missed these two anyway LOL

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sorry i’ve not been around as of late, stuff has been. exhausting. but i’ll hopefully be replying to some stuff tomorrow

#--- out of his hat --- ooc

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stares longingly at the orcrist earrings

#--- out of his hat --- ooc #my gitl gonna buy them for me..... #*girl