Imagine Bifur leaving a carved toy at your bed roll
Request: @msjava1972: I just wanted to say I love your writing…It is very enjoyable to read. I was wondering if you were still doing personal ships? If you are could I request one. A little about me… I am 4'10", dark brown hair, hazel eyes and have a love of coffee. I tend to ship myself with Bifur…Something about the grey and black hair I find very appealing. Thanks
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Even though he couldn’t openly speak with you, didn’t mean he didn’t try. The axe in his head meant he was and could only speak khuzdul, but when he met you, he more than ever tried to communicate with you.
It wasn’t just that you were around their height, or that you were absolutely adorable, it was also the fact that you were his One.
And Bifur wasn’t ever sure he could or would have a One. He thought he was far too gone into his age to have a one, or that he was unappealing because of his rough and tousled hair, plus the axe in his head.
But there you were. Prefect, a heavenly angel who graced middle earth with your presence. Bifur thought you were perfect, and perfect for him, even if he couldn’t speak with you.
“Make something for her, cousin.” Bifur spared a glance toward Bombur, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Carve her an animal.”
Bifur turned away from Bombur and moved his gaze around the camp until they fell on you. As he looked at you from across the camp, his eyes moved from your dark brown hair, to your hazel eyes and then back.
You were truly an angel compared to Bifur, and upon feeling a swelling in his chest, he vowed to show you somehow. He would somehow show you how he felt.
“Make her something.” When bombur’s voice echoed in his head, Bifur stood from where he sat and shook his head, some of his grey and black hair hit him in the face.
He stepped around the fire and walked toward the edge of the camp to look for a chunk of carveable wood. Before he stepped out into the forest, he felt a hand on his wrist, and when he turned, he locked eyes with you.
“Bifur? Where are you going?” He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it soon after.
‘I’m going to get something for you, angel.’ He just wished he could actually speak to you instead of speaking his reply’s in his own mind.
“Will you be long?” He lowered his gaze to the hand that was on his wrist, his lips twitching as they almost broke into a smile.
‘I’ll be back to watch over you sooner than you think.’ Bifur raised his head and locked eyes with you, again, and grunted as his only response.
“Should come away from the edge, lass.” Bifur thanked Bofur with a nod and turned away from you, walking into the darkened forest, a mission on his mind.
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The morning you were supposed to leave early, you woke up late. As you rolled over, you groaned and stretched out, shivering lightly as you felt the chill in the air nipping through your blanket.
When you fully adjusted to being awake, you quickly found yourself staring at a carved owl. As you picked up the owl in your hands and ran your fingers over the details, you felt eyes on you.
You turned your head while the owl was tucked into your hands, finding Bifur staring at you. With a smile, and no hesitation, you stood and bound over to Bifur.
You stood before him and placed the first kiss to his cheek, and the next one to his lips. “Thank you, Bifur. I love it!”
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