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Please save me from my brother!	By : Yaoiqueen Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 2359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Save me from my brother!

Chapter 5

Just a kiss

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit and I do not make money off of this fic.

Italic-thoughts

Night had fallen for the weary band of travels. As most of them were finishing setting up for the night, Dori took these precious few moments to steal away Bofur. “I received your messages.” Those where to only words to leave his mouth. It felt strange to Dori that he should be the one with a problem expressing himself. He had always been excellent in communicating with others, but now he felt like some tongue tied tween to scared to speak.

“I know.” The pair said nothing more, both too shy to say what they really though. “Come. Let’s go by the fire. It’ll be dark soon and I don’t want you to get a chill.” Bofur took Dori by the hand and lead him to where to group was sitting trying to say warm. Instinctively, the oldest Ri brother sought out the youngest and wrapped his arms around the tiny form. Much to Dwalin’s displeasure, who had been planning on keeping him warm. His large arms felt empty with the little one in them.

Sweet flute music began to fill the night air as Bofur played hoping to entertain not only the company, but Dori as well. It was a lovely little tune that spoke of fresh love and hope. Ori couldn’t help but be enchanted by it. Looking over to Dwalin, he desperately wished to be leaning against his boyfriend, maybe even steal a kiss or two as the music over took them. But he knew that would be impossible with Dori so close. It was not worth the risk of this boyfriend’s safety.

Little did Ori know, Dori was also falling under the song’s spell. Doubts that had raged only a few days ago seemed to have left his mind completely. Next time they would be alone, Dori would have to say so. At one point he had heard that music expresses what words can not. What the music conveyed was sent right into his very bones, making Dori feel slightly out of breath at the power of the notes. In truth,

All too soon the music stopped and the spell was broken. “Ori, it is time for bed.” He grabbed his little brother’s hand as he led him away from the warm glow of the fire. Carefully he tucked his little one in. “Sleep well, poppet.” He laid down and kissed the younger dwarf’s forehead. Still in a lull from the enchanting tune, Ori peacefully closed his eyes; sure his dreams would be filled of his boyfriend.

Soon after Bofur stopped playing, the other’s turned in for the night leaving Bofur with first watch. But Dori was going to make sure that he did not spend his watch alone. Carefully and quietly, he made his way over to his bedroll to retire something. It was then that he saw the simple four leaf clover. But out of all the tokens he had received so far, this one meant the most to him.

Bofur gazed into the blazing flames of the fire as he listened for any noises that would be unusual for their company. But if he was honest, he was listening for the sound of footstep. Soon, he was rewarded with the sound of footsteps that he had engrained in his memory.

A warm body took a set close to his, their legs almost touching. The pair sat in silence for a moment before the other spoke. “I believe it is my turn.” Dori’s voice was much softer than normal, almost as if he was afraid to speak. Bofur could hear the rustling of fabric as Dori took out the object he had been hiding. “This is for you and it is my answer to your question.”

The toymaker’s eyes landed on a red carnation that had obviously been save for the past day or two given its wear. “Do ya mean it?” The trepidation was clear in his voice.

“I do.” Dori gifted the red flower to Bofur.

Bofur was, for the first time since Dori knew him, speechless. But that didn’t matter. His face spoke for him. Soft brown eyes sparking in the light of the fire with unshed tear, mouth agape as he tried to catch his breath. Dori’s soft hand rested on his own, adding to the tender emotions that were bubbling up inside him.

To give the other dwarf some peace, the silver haired dwarf turned his gaze up to the night sky. The full moon hung like a piece of well polished silver upon a tapestry of velvet dark blue, as the stars shone like diamonds. If Ori had been awake, he would have called it the perfect setting for a romance. Well maybe if they weren’t surrounded by a company of snoring dwarfs.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” Bofur’s normally jovial voice sounding meek and unsure. “I never thought this wound happen.”

This remark truly stunned Dori. It made no sense. Anyone who knew the toy maker was at the very least friendly with him. Something must be terribly wrong if Bofur didn’t have suitors trying to break down his front door. After all, Bofur had everything a person could want in a potential mate. He was extremely kind, funny, resourceful and wonderful with little one. It almost made Dori angry that someone might rebuff this sweet dwarf, but he reminded himself that Bofur needed to tell him the reason before he went off murdering random dwarves. “Why not? You incredibility sweet.”

Dark braids swayed as Bofur shook his head. “Back in the Blue Mountains, no one would even consider courting with me.” While Dori only wanted to pull the other to his chest and tell him how foolish they had been, he knew keeping his mouth closed was the best option. “Ya see. When Bifur came back, well, he was much worse off than he is now. He had problems holding stuff like a spoon and could barely walk. Anytime I had that wasn’t spent in the mines, I spent helping im. Bombur, he helped lots but he was already married and while we all lived together, I made it my goal to help im get back to normal.”

A sob snuck out of Bofur’s mouth as Dori stared. “He’d shake so times, for no reason. When he would stop, I thought he might be dead. Ya’d think that people would have shown im a bit more respect, too. After all, before Azanulbizar, he was a toymaker. Never wanted to see bloodshed. He taught me everything I know about the craft. But when a call to arms came, he answered it. Sayin it was his duty as a dwarf to answer the call of his king. But comin back like he did, people wanted nothing to do with him. People would call him names, try to trick him, even a few would trip him. And I would have none of that. So, people didn’t want to court me and I didn’t want to court them, not if they were to treat im like that.”

“Bofur-“

“But ya different. I was so happy when you and your bother’s came on this journey. Bet you didn’t know that I saw you a few times in Ered Luin.”

“We meet in Ered Luin?” Surly I would have remembered!

“No. We didn’t meet. But I saw you. The first time, I had been lookn for Bifur. He had gone for a walk by himself, insisting he didn’t want to be a burden. Apparently, some sons of a orc thought it would be a nice game to steal from the “Crazed dwarf”. But they didn’t get a chance, you showed up. Hand on your hip, wagging your finger and saying they should be ashamed of themselves. Of course they went after ya, but they didn’t know ya strength. That day, ya not only saved the coin in my cousin’s pocket, but his pride as well by treating him like everyone else.”

The pair looked up to the dark sky from a moment, neither one daring to speak. It was Dori how broke the silence. “But why wait until now? Why not seek me out at Ered Luin or even earlier on our quest?”

Turning from the sky, Bofur took in his companion. His silver hair seemed to sparkle in the moonlight looking more like mithril than silver and the warm glow of the fire highlighted his dark, warm eyes. “I was scared. I did ask round and found out ya name but I didn’t think ya would want to be stuck with me. Cause, well, Bifur comes with it. And I wasn’t going to do anything, but when Ori said he thought you were lonely and could use a friend, I, well, saw it as a message from Mahal.”

A tender smile appeared on Dori’s mouth at the thought of what hid baby brother did. I really do have the best brothers in the world. “You know that Ori is part of the deal as well, do you not?”

Bofur’s smile returned to its original state at hearing those words. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

This satisfied Dori to no end. “When do you think we should tell them? If it is all the same to you, I wish to tell my brothers after we reclaim our home. No sense in giving them something else to think about.”

“That’s fine by me. But I’ve got to tell Bombur and Bifur. Especially Bifur. I mean, he was the one to help me with the flowers. He knew all the meanings. Although it was a struggle for him not to eat them all…But I have admit, he got me to try some honeysuckle and it was good! It tastes just like honey.”

Giggling was not something Dori was used to but since he had been around Bofur, he found he was doing that much more. “Perhaps one day I will try some. Honestly, I had been wondering how you knew the meaning of all of those flowers. It did not seem like something you would know.”

“Yeah. I also figured ya would like that much more than a toy.”

“I also appreciate how you were able to interpret my anxieties about using Ori’s book. I believe it meant more to me than the flowers.”

They fell into a comfortable silence once again, both just simply enjoying each other’s company. However, they knew they would have to part soon. “I should be getting to sleep. Goodnight.”

A gentle hand reached out and grabbed Dori by the wrist. “A kiss good night?”

Dori leaned close Bofur. He could see the uncertainty, fear and a bit of hope in those expressive brown eyes. Slowly, as if in a dream, the pair leaned in closer to each other. Each giving the other a chance to pull away. But neither wanted to. Carefully their lips meet.

The couple was completely unaware that they had a spectator. Across the campsite, pretending to asleep, Nori’s eyes watched the romantic scene unfold. For the first time in a long time, his heart filled with unbridled joy, not that he would tell anyone that. As much as he fought with the fuss pot, he loved him that much more and it was good to see him happy about something that had nothing either him or his little brother.

Here’s hoping you find happiness, Brother. Thought Nori. A chuckle escaped his throat. He loved it when a plan worked out!

Next song and the last chapter- Lay all your love on me-ABBA

Side note for next chapter…Hurray for wood! Lots and lots of wood.
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