One In A Million

|Chapter III:| You, Are Mine. Got it?

originally published: june 6th, 2014 @ 2:32pm E.S.T

⚠️ IF YOU ARE 12 AND UNDER DO NOT READ THIS STORY AT ALL ⚠️

A/N: Okay so I going to have a 3rd persons perspective on Bofur's feelings .

Hehehe, anywho I hope you enjoy this

chapter,

So I'm gonna start doing:

song of the chapter

question of the chapter and

quote of the chapter.

oh and this chapter is

dedicated to my best friend Maryah

Burney and Hoodski.

I got the QOTC etc. from her so thank you!

Read Hoodski's books Really Riley and Landing Landon, they're really really good!

Okay baii!

Key:

🎉: Bofur the toy maker

📚: Bilbo Baggins esquire Hobbit

👑: Thorin Oakenshield Son of Thrain

📚

Bilbo rode aside Bofur while traveling up the path.

"Lad are you all right? You've been distracted ever since we've left the shire."

His question echoed through the Hobbits mind, tempted to answer the question he constantly asked himself. Bofur's is a far friend, right? Why shouldn't be feel able to seek for concealed confession in his friend.

This "secret" was eating away at the interior of his weary little mind and he couldn't take it much longer.

However the thick silence Bilbo laid upon him only made the toy maker more intrusive, or rather concerned.

Bilbo felt as if he had no choice to confess himself to his friend

"I'm afraid that I'm losing Thorin, I want to... Ah. I'm typically not a git when it comes to voicing my concerns, I'm sorry my friend I just—"

Although it seemed as if Bofur figured him out, flashing Bilbo a sly, suggestive smile

"You want him? Ahhh I see. Well then take him! Don't just lie around waiting for him."

He could tell his friend was shy about the topic from the rouge that painted his snowy pallor, despite trying to play it off.

"Thank you, you're a good friend Bofur." His friend nodded and sped up.

He'd mumbled something Bilbo couldn't exactly decipher, so he decided not to dwell on it. Obviously it wasn't meant for him to hear it anyway

Bilbo was on a mission that he planned to complete, and he had just the thing to do so. He began to sift through the small satchel upon his back, in search of a small gray jar. Upon finding it, he studied the shimmery blue subtance clinging to the glass.

It was a jelly given to him long ago by an Elven friend used for sexual bidding.

"I heard you were marrying a dwarf my friend. Well that will a journey more treacherous than your last. Are you sure you are ready?"

I have never been more sure of anything. My heart yearns for him. While he was away I felt my spirit howl his name."

"And the rest of you? Does that call for him as well?"