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A Braid and Two Promises (Bofur x Reader)

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Summary: After a close call Bofur decides that now is the time to act on his feelings for you.

A/N: This is my First Hobbit Request! Please Feel free to send any! I am so happy with this work thank you random Anon for requesting # 5 on my promptlist!

Rivendell was a surprising to see. Gandalf really pulled a fast one and Thorin was not happy. You begin to travel across a bridge that has a deep chasm below and through the archway. Once in the center you are greeted with a brunet elf. 

“Ai Mithrandil.” (I couldn’t find a way to spell it) “India!” Gandalf says with a smile. As this greeting takes place you look at your uneasy dwarf friends. they are whispering amongst themselves and sizing up the Elvish guards as well as the one speaking to Gandalf now. As you look between the two you feel someone slide next to you. You look down to see a big brown hat and a bown leather jacket. 

“Hello Bofur.” You say with a smile. “How’d you reckon this place be hm?” He whispers to you and you sigh. 

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t been here before.” You say.

Bofurs eyes seem to widen and his pale face begins to turn red with a blush. He looks down and away. Before you get to question there is a sudden shout from Thorin. “Close ranks!” He shouts.

You suddenly find yourself as well as Bilbo being shoved to the middle of the company. You feel a protective arm at your hip and look down to see Bofurs hand resting upon it. You know it is out of protection so you don’t think of it as malicious intent. Though you are a thousand percent without any doubt that Bofur and anyone in this company is capable of doing such thing.

Horses begin a two layer circle around all of you. You see one Elf in particular wearing Red armor which is different then the rest.

“Gandalf!” He exclaims. 

You can only assume that this is Lord Elrond. They speak in Elvish tongue for a time. You understand it but feign ignorance as to not worry the company.

“Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders...” Elrond looks to Gandalf and then to the company.

“Something or someone has drawn them near.” Gandalf responds almost immediately.

“Ah, That may have been us.” Gandalf says.

Lord Elrond turns toward the company as Thorin steps forward.

“Welcome Thorin, Son of Thrain.” He says with a slight smile.

“I do not believe we have met.” Thorin says skeptically.

“You have your grandfather bearing. I knew Thoror when he ruled under the mountain.” Elrond  laments.

“He made no mention of you.” Thorin bites

Elrond pauses before speaking. You stifle a giggle as Elrond makes his kind words sound like an insult. Gloin seems to take the bait as he raises a voice in saying. “Does he offer us an insult!” 

Gandalf sighs as he says. “No Gloin he is offering you food.”

Minus you and Bilbo the rest lean into each other and begin to whisper. Gloin turns and nods toward the Elf which leads Lord Elrond to go up the stairs with the company and you in tow.

It has been a while since everyone has been allowed to bathe and eat so they do just that. You decided to take your time with a bath so you are out later then everyone else. You decided to wear a gown that Lord Elrond so graciously gave you - Though you know you will be leaving soon enough - As you step out everyone stills and looks in your direction.

“I almost forgot you were a woman under all those mens clothes you wear!” Fili says with a laugh.

Your face flushes with embarrassment but you hear a hard thud and look over to see Fili holding his head with Bofur behind him. You decide to ignore and sit at one of the farther tables. Though you mainly eat meat you didn’t mind the greens on your plate. You knew of the Elves choice in food. You feel someone sit next to you. 

“Don’t listen to the lass they don’ know what their talkin’ about.” You hear Bofur say.

“Thank you my friend... I know it is all in good fun, but it is nice to look and feel beautiful sometimes...” You say. 

Bofur seems to deflate slightly at your statement. “Yer beautiful all the time Y/N.” He says with a smile.

This causes you to blush this time out of bashfulness. “Thank you Bofur.” You say with a smile.

You suddenly feel him cup your cheek. His thumb runs over a small cut on your cheek. 

“How ya feelin’? Took a nasty fall... Nearly lost ya...” He says sadly.

“I’m fine... I had a handsome dwarf come to my rescue.” You say as you begin to remember the events of today.

“This way!” Gandalf exclaims as you rush between boulders.

Radagast the Brown has offered himself as a distraction, but unfortunately it only lasted so long. The sounds of death from a pack mate has caused the rest of the Orc hunting party to follow. Now you are running toward a big boulder. As you were running however you trip on a rock causing you to fall and skid your palms along the rocky ground. You feel the rush of blood enter the wounds before exiting. You feel small drips of blood trail down your cheek. You reach and touch it to see that there is indeed blood. 

You go to stand up only for feel a kick to your side. You yelp in pain as you are suddenly tossed on to your back. You look up to see the hideous Orc scum. He is holding a spear. You pulls his arm back to strike. 

“NO!” 

You hear someone cry and a war hammer is meshed to the Orcs face. You see the back of Bofurs brown jacket. There was a cry of pain from the Orc as it is knocked to the ground. There is one final grunt from Bofur as he smashes the Orcs head it. Bofur immediately turns to you and reaches a hand out to you. You grab it and he hoists you up and you both run for the hole in the ground.

Without uncupping your cheek he reaches for one of your hands and rubs his thumb along the bandages. You can see that he is beginning to get into his own head. You go to speak but he cuts you off.

“Can I braid your hair?” He asks with hope in his raised voice.

“W-what? Are you sure? You kn-” “I know what it means  amrâl (Love).” He says. 

“In any tradition hair is very important. I want to use this as a sign of faith, fate, and... something more if you wish.” He says in a hushed tone.

“Bofur...” You place a hand over his which is on your cheek. 

“I would love it... Would this be a courting braid?” You ask as your face seems to be getting more red by the second.

“I-If ya will have me it is.” Bofur says who has an equally red face.

You smile with a nod and turn around with your back facing him. You here him shuffling and muttering to himself. 

“Where is that bloody bru-” He is cut off with a thud.

You hear him grunt as you here slight chuckles from behind you. What you didn’t see was that Kili threw a brush into Bofurs head as the rest of the Company chuckles.

You feel him start at the bottom of your hair with the brush. He is muttering to himself some more. “I... I will say I am not very good at braidin’ hair...” He says.”

“I will love it either way...” You say with a smile. 

Then there is silence. The light tugs on your hair as he takes the three stands and overlaps them. 

“What are you thinking Bofur? I can hear it.” You say lightly.

Bofur chokes slightly. “I... I was thinking that... Maybe when we reclaim Erebor. I will make a bead for ya. To ya know. Go in yer hair?” 

“You wouldn’t have to Bo...”

“How else would I be able to braid yer hair when we wed?” 

“W-What!” You exclaim. 

“Yes. By the time we reclaim Erebor I plan on marrying ya. This braid will be a promise to that.” You stay silent for a moment until he is done.

You turn to him and cup his cheek. “Well know now that when this is all over, my answer will be yes.” You say breathlessly before placing a kiss on his cheek.

You were surprised blood wasn’t leaking out of his pores with how red his face was. 

“W-Well get some sleep Lass. We leave early.” He says with a whisper before scurrying away.

You giggle and wave to him. You find yourself unable to sleep that night which may curse you in the morning, but you know in the end it would be worth it.