Just Short The Hobbit Edition

Bofur smiles gently at the dwarfling on his lap, she is small with long black hair and stunning green eyes. She is one of the four dwarflings he is now the proud parent of. The small, treasured darlings came to him through unforeseen events. Ingail, the girl on his lap looking up at him expectantly, never knew either of her parents. An orphan from the very beginning, how she survived he'll never know. He found her scrounging around a human town he's forgotten the name of, it broke his heart and he took the steps necessary to adopt her. It was hard on her, he think, leaving the only town she ever knew to travel with him. When he returned to Erebor Bombur was ecstatic, showing off his new niece like he was the father. The news spread fast that he adopted a child and one morning, he was itching to leave and contemplating if it would be wrong to go on another caravan leaving Ingail with her Uncle Bombur and Uncle Bifur. When he opened the door he found little Helg standing there, a note in his hand explaining that his father couldn't take care of him anymore. Bifur stood behind him, he was prepared to guilt trip his cousin into staying if he had to, smiling as he took the somber dwarfling into his arms. His desire to run left him as he held the little one and Ingail came down for breakfast. Soon Helg was adopted and added to his family. Helg, a year younger than Ingail but just as smart is very quite, hardly speaking a word. He has gray eyes that light up when ever Bofur tells him stories and sits him on his lap to braid the short dark brown hair he has.

One of Bofur's fears after they took over Erebor and before his children came to him was that everyone would know his name and he wouldn't have a moment of peace. While he doesn't have peace, peace is a dream when you have children, he wasn't mobbed like he thought he was going to be. In fact Bifur and him faded into the background, the survival of the King and his Heirs over shadowed a pair of two makers. Not that they cared, they were happy that their King survived and that they weren't mobbed. Bombur is the only one of the three that got a lot of attention, mainly because he is the personal cook to the Royal family. In fact it was three weeks after Helg came into his life that a friend of Bomburs asked him to babysit his twins, Rornic and Rodnar. Their father was going to return to Ered Luin to retrieve the rest of his family. He hasn't came back, it's been three years with no news what so ever and the boys have been adopted by him. The twins are two years younger than Helg and they are almost as devious as Fili and Kili. Rornic is the eldest twin with red hair and blue eyes, Rodnar is the youngest dwarfling with black hair and blue eyes.

Ingail pulls on his shirt impatiently.

"Momma Bofur! You're supposed to be telling us a story!" she reminds him and he wants to groan. All it took was Bifur calling him a Mother Hen once for all his kids to start calling him Momma.

"Right. Now which story did ye want?"

"The one where the Burglar saves his friends from the Trolls!" Rodnar squeaks. Bofur chuckles and launches into the tale, arms waving around. The dwarflings hang on his every word, eyes wide in wonder. With his babies around the ache in his heart is easier to ignore, the itch to leave goes away and he feels content.