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Can't Say We're In Love	By : CodyMThomas Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 1894 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Needless to say the story had spread like wildfire. By dinner it was doubtful there was an entity in the mountain who had not heard of Bilbo and Thorin breaking it off, or that the very likely reason for it was because Bilbo was in love with someone else. But even though everyone watched and waited, Bilbo's routine and the company he kept changed little if at all in the day to day, and no one had come forward or been spotted as Bilbo Baggin's lover. Over a month passed, and there was nothing, then two, and finally three. By that time the story had died down, for obviously whoever it was did not remotely feel the same way. Or so everyone thought.
A month and a day after his breakup with Thorin, Bilbo had gone shopping, and bought rather more than he usually did, he even considered buying a rather risque outfit on the sly, along with the regular clothes he purchased that day. He'd invested in three kegs of fine ale, several bottles of wine, and six jugs of the best whiskey. He also had a bottle of Gamgee's moonshine, that had been sent over along with his last delivery from the shire, whom he kept in regular contact with.
He had tried being proper, but Bofur was just not catching the clue. So perhaps he would buy that outfit, get him drunk, kiss him, and show him the outfit and pray it worked. And if that didn't work, he didn't know what might, or if he could really bear to be anymore improper than that, if he could even manage to be that improper at all.
Several hours later Bofur was stuffed full of the delicious meal Bilbo had served the whole company, five whole courses, in celebration of Bombur's birthday. Bofur was now happily sipping on his after dinner wine, that had come from Bilbo's own vineyard.
“Ach Bilbo, this was lovely, so lovely I could kiss you.”
“Go ahead.” Bilbo replied without thinking. His brain caught up with his mouth about half a beat later and he felt himself turn crimson all the way down to his collar at least, possibly his toes. He also noted that he hadn't been the only one to hear it. The table went silent, and Bilbo was stubbornly not looking at anyone anymore, instead he began gathering dishes, as fast as he could.
He missed Thorin leaning over and murmuring to Bofur “He meant it, and you have about ten seconds before he bolts out that door if you want to do something about it.”
Bilbo had to stay busy, he had to get away, now, couldn't afford to look up, couldn't bear to see. It didn't work, he heard a chair scoot back, right before he would have bolted, it was either Thorin or Bofur, Thorin would know where to find him, Bofur wouldn't, he could take that chance, he could, he- he was too slow. Bofur caught up to him, tugged him around lightly, pressed him into a corner for some semblance of privacy, and gave him no choice but to look up right before Bofur smirked and kissed him.
Bilbo was left floundering for a few moments before his brain and the rest of his body caught on and his fingers latched onto Bofur's tunic, and he started kissing Bofur back, eagerly, and Bofur happily proved that he had no problems with public displays of affection. Once they pulled back, Bilbo was searching Bofur's face, and was trying to say what he was feeling, but it wasn't really working. “I-, I-, um, I-”
Bofur silenced him with another kiss and Bilbo melted into it, and for some reason felt like crying, so he wrapped his arms around Bofur's neck and held on tight, refusing to let him go now that he finally had him, even if he couldn't really say anything at the moment, he didn't want to, kissing was much better.
“You trying to tell me I'm the one you're in love with?” Bofur murmured quietly after the kiss ended. Bilbo nodded, grateful that Bofur understood. “You want more?” Bilbo nodded again. “How much more?”
Oh that was a dangerously loaded question, and Bilbo had no idea of the answer. “Um I-” He was shaking, why was he shaking?
“It's alright, we'll work it out. Will you always be this quiet?”
“I should think not!” Bilbo chided, and Bofur laughed.
“That's good to know, I've always liked your spirit. Besides, I want to hear just how much you like it.” He murmured with a wickedly arousing tone right in Bilbo's ear. Bilbo felt himself blush again. And then Bofur picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder, and his only saving grace was that he couldn't see anyone as Bofur called out to the rest of the company: “Right boys, finish cleaning up for Bilbo will you? We have some things to talk about. Happy birthday Bom!”
And as Bofur walked him out the door like a sack of potatoes and thankfully towards Bilbo's own bedroom, he caught sight of Thorin raising his glass in salute, and feeling rather wicked himself, Bilbo smacked Bofur's bottom in retaliation, after all, it was right there. Thorin and the rest started laughing, and surprisingly Bilbo was beginning to feel better about the whole thing.
It wasn't a once off or a twice off, in fact the more time they spent together the closer they became. Bofur was now the only member of the company besides Thorin to know that Bilbo had still been a virgin until that night, and also, the first to figure out that Bilbo and Thorin had never been together in the first place.
Even though they had been with each other awhile now, Bofur still couldn't understand it, why Bilbo wanted him and not Thorin, how Bilbo had fallen for him instead of for the King. They had seemed made for each other, once they were on the same page, they had become an inseparable team, balancing each other out, one's strengths was the others' weaknesses, and they worked in harmony like a well oiled machine to restore Erebor. They were so close and well matched, none of the company would have been surprised if they had heard that Bilbo and Thorin had gotten married at any time, or found out that they had already been married on the sly.
“Why didn't you choose Thorin?” He couldn't help but ask one night.
“Once we found common ground we became essential to each other because we were so well matched, but we're essential in the way that an arm or a leg is essential. We balance each other, and make life easier and better for each other. But you can live without an arm or a leg, even if it is extremely difficult at first. Thorin is a part of me, all of the company is, but to fall in love with him, would be like falling in love with my mirrored image. We're too alike, and at the same time, too opposite to ever fall in love with each other.” Bilbo said with kind patience as he and Bofur rested in bed one night, and Bofur was content to let it rest for the moment. A week later he finally asked what Bilbo saw in him, out of everyone.
Bilbo smiled at him. “I was never invisible to you, even from day one when I forgot my handkerchief. You saw me, treated me like I was there, not like I was a burden, even when I was. You were the only one besides Gandalf who even talked to me for the first week. How could I not see you in return? You were patient with Bifur, and playful with Bombur, and you included me, even when no one else would.
I thought for the longest time that I just wanted to be friends, but as time passed and the rest of the company gradually warmed up to me, I realized that you were still standing out from the rest. You were loud and boisterous, crude, and had the worst taste in jokes, but they had me laughing anyway. When I was ready to give up and go back to Rivendell, you sounding like you would be losing someone precious if I went is what had convinced me to stay, even before the goblin trap. Everyone says we won Erebor back because of me, but the truth of it is that the reason I stayed on the quest at all was because of you, so really, you're the one everyone should be thanking.”
Bofur blushed and kissed Bilbo. “It still doesn't explain how you fell in love with me.”
“I don't know how, or when. I can't look back and say 'there, right there is when I fell for him'. It was so gradual, I didn't even notice I had at first. But it was before the Battle, because afterwards, with thirteen of my precious friends scattered across those blood soaked fields somewhere, Thorin all but on his death bead, and we thought Fili and Kili already lost to us, the relief I felt at finding you all one by one was palpable. But when they brought in your cot, and you were swearing yourself blue from the pain, it felt like I could breathe again. I could breathe even though three at least were probably dead, and half of the company was still unaccounted for. Knowing you were still alive had my heart pounding a staccato in my chest. That's why I came rushing over to hug you in tears, not because of the boys or Thorin, but for the simple joy of the fact you were still alive. That's when I realized I loved you. I might have kissed you then if they hadn't have brought in Fili and Kili right then and Tauriel was working her magic to keep them alive. I don't know when exactly I fell in love with you, but that was when I realized I had.”
Bofur had no choice but to kiss the stuffing out of his hobbit after a declaration like that, no choice at all. “For me it was the trolls. There we were seconds away from certain death, I'm roasting on a spit, and you're prattling on about good seasonings for dwarves and then said 'skin them first!' out of the blue, and I knew you must have been thinking about what you wanted to do to the lads for getting us in this mess in the first place. It made me laugh, no one could hear me over their outrage, especially Dwalin saying he'd remember this, when really what would it matter when we were all about to be eaten? And I found the whole thing morbidly hilarious, and before I knew it we were free because you had kept them talking instead of eating, and I realized that you were more than you seemed, couldn't figure out why no one else seemed to see it though. But I watched you very closely after that, and you kept surprising us and saving us, and you had my heart in your hand.”
“It was stupid of us to have taken so long.” Bilbo huffed, curling up tighter in Bofur's arms.
“Absolutely ridiculous. We'll just have to make up for lost time.”
“Let's start now then.” Bilbo murmured, climbing astride Bofur's hips and canting them just so before he leaned forward and kissed Bofur deeply. Bofur was never one to pass up such an opportunity, and he didn't start now.
The fact the company had agreed not to tell anyone about their relationship until Bofur and Bilbo were ready to, made Bilbo feel worlds better. He didn't want to deal with the same misery that he'd gone through with Thorin. And because he didn't have to be guarded around the company anymore, he relaxed.
Bilbo lost his shyness around Bofur entirely, because of how good Bofur made him feel about himself. To that end, he got bold to the point that one night, six months after they had gotten together, Bilbo made dinner, and wore a certain little outfit under his dressing gown, that he had purchased that afternoon, and would have never considered wearing for any reason, until Bofur had told him how good it would look on him.
When Bofur came home, and had had his roast, potatoes, and ale, he finally realized that Bilbo wasn't still dressed for the day.
“Was I home late? He asked, he hadn't meant to be.
“No, not at all. I just, felt like getting dressed for bed a bit early today.” Bilbo said with a smile.
Bofur could catch that hint loud and clear, and tugged Bilbo closer to him. “Oh? That sounds comfortable.”
“Far more comfortable than I thought actually.”
“Oh really?” Bofur asked, fingers tugging the belt open, and then catching his breath as deep green silk and velvet and black embroidery was found to be caressing that pale creamy skin. Bilbo smirked at how dark the look Bofur had now was.
“I was wondering if it was true or not.” Bilbo said with just a hint of mischief.
“What's that?”
Bilbo drew closer, pushing Bofur's jacket off of his shoulders and rucking the dwarf's shirt up out of his trousers.
“Oh, something about someone seeing this on me and then wanting nothing more than to rip it off of me with their teeth.”
Bofur was on his feet and going for a kiss right as Bilbo pounced, Bofur caught his hobbit and ground harshly into those open thighs as those legs locked around him as their mouths met, causing Bilbo to gasp, and not care that he was being laid out on the table.
“Only one way to find out.” Bofur all but growled right before Bilbo demanded his own kiss.
They somehow did make it to the bedroom. Eventually. Several hours later. The outfit however did not survive the night. Bilbo didn't mind in the slightest, he managed to salvage several pieces of the fabric as patches for the dressing gown he was making Bofur for his birthday present.
Once they had been together a year, they decided to tell others beyond the company. People who had ignored Bofur or found him too common or too crass, wondered what the hobbit, former consort to the king, saw in the lowbrow miner. They were an odd couple to be sure, but Bilbo didn't mind, and neither did Bofur. They were happy together, and that's what mattered.
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