The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

A nighttime walk - Bofur x Reader

(Y/n) made her way through the Shire, the moon high in the sky, illuminating the round doors of the hobbit holes and the rolling hills in its cool, soft light. She would often do this, just walk at night. Many thought she was a little......well, odd. That it wasn't normal for a petty female hobbit to walk all alone in the night; but she loved it. She loved the cooler air that nipped at her toes and nose; and she adored the sweet little mice that would scurry across her path. She would wonder as the silent owl would fly through the air, perching on a tree branch, watching her as she just continued on her way. (Y/n) often tipping her funny oversized hat at the bird, wishing it a good evening before going about her business. A song in her heart, and a smile on her lips, as she found the most comfortable patch of grass and lay down in it, so that she could look up at the stars; recalling the stories about them that her grandmother would tell her, of heroes, ladies and monsters that resided in the night sky. And she would have been doing the same thing tonight; she would have quietly gone for her walk and not bothered a soul. But tonight was proving different; tonight, something was happening in the Shire. Tonight, there was something going on at Bag End, and (Y/n) couldn't help but find herself intrigued.

Bilbo Baggins, the current resident of Bag End, was usually a quiet thing that liked to pretty much keep himself to himself; he, just like her, seen as a little bit different by the others, and that was perhaps why they got on quite well. He, the perpetual bachelor, that was set in his ways; and she......she was the stargazer, that much preferred the hours of darkness, to those of the light. Bilbo often inviting her to join him for dinner. The son of Bungo and Belladonna, in her opinion, a very interesting hobbit, who loved to read books; the two always having wonderful conversations over the food that he would cook. Yet the usual peace of Bag End appeared to have been disturbed that night; there quite a ruckus that (Y/n) would never associate with her friend. She determined to investigate; to see what was going on. She quickly making her way up the small rise to the familiar green door; her brows furrowing slightly, when she saw the mark that glowed in the moonlight. A mark that should not be there, given she herself had painted it for him, just a week before. (Y/n) moving to the window as she heard a yell come from inside the home. Her eyes growing wide as she saw a number of strange little men in the house, none of which were hobbits; they too tall and faces far too hairy to be that. She having to think, if her grandfather's tales were correct, that they were dwarves; though what dwarves were doing in the Shire, never mind Bag End, was anyone's guess. She determined to help her friend; to chase each and every dwarf out of the house. (Y/n) gripping at her old walking staff, as she made her way back to the door, summoning up all her strength and moving back to push on the door. She running up to it, only to find herself tumbling through, as the ingress was suddenly opened.

"Well, who do we have here...........?" A soft voice enquired, as (Y/n) sat up and pushed her large hat back from over her face. Her eyes growing wide as she saw a dwarf with a hat as equally odd as her own, smiling down at her. A heat coming to her cheeks; the grin that was on his face, as he looked at her, making her heart beat a little quicker. The twinkle in his eye, suggesting nothing but trouble, yet it still made her smile back. A blush coming to her cheeks when she heard Bilbo's voice and realised that the sound from the dwarves had stopped, and all eyes were now on her. A rather flustered appearing Bilbo, making his way over to her and helping her up from the floor.

"(Y/n) what are you doing here..........?" He began, as he helped brush her down.

"I saw the dwarves, Bilbo........I was coming in to rescue you......." She and Bilbo turning, as her answer seemed to cause some mirth amongst the dwarves. (Y/n) gripping firmly at her staff, about to show the dwarves that she was not to be taken lightly.

"(Y/n).........(Y/n) Whitfoot.........? Could that possibly be you.......? How interesting........." (Y/n) turning, and seeing a tall man dressed in grey, stroking his equally grey beard.

"I.......um, yes.......yes, I am (Y/n) Whitfoot. Do.......do I know you........?"

"I am Gandalf, my dear; and Gandalf is me.........."

"Gandalf........? Gandalf the Grey........oh....OH, so all this has something to do with you, does it? My mother always said if there was any mischief to be found, you were not far away.........." Gandalf coughing on his pipe smoke, at the remark, as (Y/n) folded her arms firmly across her chest.

"Oh, I like her.........." (Y/n) smiling again, as she saw the hat wearing dwarf looking out from behind Gandalf. The wizard now seeming to have recovered from her comment, as he took her in.

"Yes, so do I.......that's settled then. Tell me my dear, would you be interested in an adventure...........?" The wizard's brows furrowing slightly, as she gestured for him to come down closer to her; she whispering in Gandalf's ear.

"It depends........is he coming.........?" Gandalf smiling as she nodded towards Bofur.

"What......Bofur, of course............"

"Then I am interested.........." (Y/n) replied, before making her way over to where Bilbo now stood with the rest of the dwarves, Bofur not far behind her. A large smile making its way back onto Gandalf's lips, sure that once he could talk Thorin into letting her accompany them, she could make things most interesting. And given the look on Bofur's face as he sat next to her at the table, it seemed that he might enjoy it too.