Little Hobbit Imagines

Bombur's New Stove (BomburXhuman!reader)

"How long has he been in there?" Balin asked, peering through the kitchen doorway at Bombur bustling about.

"Ever since Miss Y/N went to bed last night. I asked him what he was doing and he said it was a surprise for the lass as a way of saying thank you for letting us stay in her home." Dwalin called from his perch against the arm of the couch.

"I honestly don't think the lass is fully recovered from the last surprise that involved us. I mean she did pass out when we appeared out of thin air in her bedroom." Bofur yawned from his spot on the living room floor, stretching with a loud groan, "Not that I blame her. Who wouldn't freak out if thirteen dwarves and a hobbit magically appeared in a heap on their bed while they were still getting dressed for the day."

"Surprise or not, I think it's a nice idea to show our thanks. Mahal knows she could have turned us out onto her doorstep." Balin pointed out.

"I for one don't like not knowing what's on the other side of these walls." Dwalin argued, crossing his arms, "I hate being stuck in here, I feel like i'll go mad if we don't move on soon."

"Ms. Y/N isn't making us leave, is she? Where would we go?" a worried Ori asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Truth be told, the company had no idea of the outside world other than what the had gathered from the television and yourself. You had warned them not to look out the windows during the day if it could be helped. There was no way you could you explain a bunch of strangely dressed short people filing out your front door or peering from behind the curtains of your bedroom window. Oh, the gossip that your next door neighbor would come up with. She'd probably have the whole neighborhood convinced you were running a harem or involved in human trafficking or something of that nature by sundown.

"No my boy," Balin reassured, "My brother here has just grown a bit restless since we're stuck for the foreseeable future. That is, until Gandalf finds a way to bring us back to Middle Earth."

Ori visibly relaxed, "Oh, well atleast we have Miss. Y/N to-"

"Yes, yes. Miss Y/N is just wonderful. We already did that bit while you were still out cold." Dwalin grumbled.

"Now listen here brother, there's no need to take it out on Ori." Balin said defensively.

"No, it's alright." Ori scratched at the back of his head, "I did accidentally sleep in this morning."

Suddenly the fire alarm began to go off and woke the rest of the company with a start, everyone drawing their weapons looking for whatever must be attacking. If that hadn't woken you up, the sound of Thorin shouting certainly did.

"Where is it coming from?! Everyone be on guard! I think we're under attack!" He roared to the others, Orcrist in hand, and ready for an attack.

"What is that?! Thorin?? What kind of enemy battle horn is that?!" Bilbo shouted over the alarm, with his hands pressed firmly over his poor hobbit ears.

"It's not a call to war you guys, chill the hell out. It's the fire alarm." You sighed loudly as you quickly made your way to the kitchen to figure out what was going on, "And not a word about my sleepwear." You added realizing you were wearing your Kermit the frog sweatpants and a ratty black t-shirt.

"Did she say fire alarm? What is that?" Ori asked, even though the others were just as lost at the moment.

"Who cares what it is, how do we get it to stop?" Kili shouted, covering his ears. Moments later, the alarm turned off, and the company hesitantly peered into the kitchen. And what a sight it was. Chaos. That's the only way to describe the state you found your kitchen in. It looked as if every piece of kitchen equipment you owned had been pulled from the cabinets. In the epicenter of it all was Bombur, with smoke steadily rolling out the open oven door.

With a sigh, you grabbed the oven mitts, and went to pull out whatever the poor dwarf had tried to make. It was a ham. The honey ham you had bought for dinner tonight, or well, one of them. Now it more closely resembled a charred lump of wood, not that you would ever say that to Bombur. With a sigh, you ran your hand through your sleep disheveled hair, "Bombur, dear, what on Earth did you do to my kitchen?" Suddenly the white linoleum floor of your kitchen was absolutely spellbinding, because the dwarf never tore his eyes away from it, "I'm terribly sorry about the mess Miss Y/N. I had hoped you would sleep in long enough for everything to get sorted out."

"Get what sorted out?" You asked, as you opened the kitchen windows to let out the smoke.

Bombur blushed and started fiddling with his round beard, "I had hoped to surprise you with breakfast when you woke up this morning. I, well, I thought I had figured out that strange oven of yours but as it turns out..I don't quite have the hang of it yet."

"Oh that was a really sweet of you to do Bombur, but you didn't have to do it alone. I would have gladly helped you. I've enjoyed prepping meals with you the past couple of nights," you chuckled, "you definitely make it seem less daunting."

Bombur seemed to relax a bit once he realized you weren't nearly as upset as he thought you'd be, "Are you sure you're not upset with me?"

"Of course not, how could a be mad at someone for trying to do something nice for me. But now, first things first," you picked up the charred ham and gestured for him to open the back door, "Let's toss this and start with a fresh one."

When he opened the back door a familiar screeching could be heard again.

"Y/N.... is that the fire alarm? Why is it outside?" Ori asked, peeking his head into the kitchen.

"Oh. Well, umm you see. Funny story really, I may have pulled it from the ceiling and chucked it out the backdoor.-but no time for talking about that now, we have a breakfast to bake!" You called as you quickly closed the back door behind you, leaving the house full of chuckling dwarves.