Just Short The Hobbit Edition

Bofur smiles sadly as he sits in front of the window. His eyes are empty, no sadness or happiness present. He is empty as his hands absent mindedly carve figures from wood. He's always had a gift for bringing an image from the wood quicker than others and it still be absolutely beautiful. He looks over at his little brother and he feels like sobbing, they are alone now... Mother... Father... both gone and they are so alone. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to help his brother who felt horrendous pain. Looking down at his hands he sees that he has finished his toy, a small wooden figurine of their Mother. Sitting it aside he picks up another piece of wood and starts again. Bombur is stirring when he finishes the toy, this time a figurine of Father. A smile graces his lips and gathering up the other toy he walks over to his brother who is clutching their father's hat tightly.

"Hey Bombur... I made these for you..."

Bombur looks at the figurines and a smile lights his face making Bofur's heart feel light. With gentle fingers Bombur takes them, he looks up at his big brother and sees though he is smiling it doesn't reach his eyes. So with a lot of bravery on his part he places their father's hat on Bofur's head.

"Thank you."

A true smile lights Bofur's face and he pulls his brother into a hug.

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Bofur felt like crying. It wasn't fair!!! Bifur had taken them in when they had nothing, him and his One. They had two children of their own to take care of too. Why was Mahal so cruel? Why did they have to them away from Bifur, from Bombur who had started to talk again, from him?!? In cruel irony he sits yet again in front of a window, wood and his knife in his hands. They are lost thanks to those damn goblins, to those damn orcs. He doesn't notice when he finishes his first figurine, doesn't hear Bombur calling him to eat, he just carves. He feels heavy and he doesn't know how much more loss he can take.

Bifur wants to join the group of dwarrows intent on hunting down the raid that took his lover and children. Bofur thinks that Bifur hates the fact that they, Bombur and him, lived while his One, his Ionu, and his children did not. He finishes the second figurine and he comes to the destructive realization that Bifur might not want them anymore causes the tears he been holding back to fall. He hates crying, hates feeling sad, his mother never cried she always laughed. So he tries to always laugh, to smile just like she did. He puts down the third figurine he is working on and hunches over to sob. Faintly he feels someone wrap him in a hug. He clings to the warmth of the one holding him, dimly he realizes that it is Bifur, Bombur is bigger than both of them. He hears his cousin whisper into his ear that he won't leave them alone again, that he will be back.

He finishes the last figurine right as Bifur goes to leave. Bombur blocks the door knowing what he wants to do. Grabbing Bifur's hand he places the figurines in the palm.

"Now you'll have them no matter where you go."

Bifur smiles and clunks their foreheads together.

"Thank you."

And then he leaves, when he comes back he's not himself but he came back that is all that matters. So even though he is now the head of the family he thinks he can handle it because he has his family.