TOLKIEN; imagines

1: Accidental Injuries-Bilbo

A/N: Hello readers! This was my very first fan fiction, and yes, I am aware that this plot would never work out in real life and I realize it is quite ridiculous and poorly written. However, as I have learned and shaped my craft, I have become a better writer. So, if this does not strike your interest, please head to some of my later works and read those, because I promise you won't find the same sort of crap writing there. I apologize for this piece, but I believe we all must start from somewhere, and this is mine. Thank you, if you enjoy and I understand if you don't, but please at least check out something that was at least written this year or in 2017, because that writing is a lot better. Thank you.
Warnings: Blood mention, injury, fluff?

The knife went right through the bones and tendons in your left hand, and a cry of pain exploded from your mouth as your quick as lightning nerves had sent the message to your brain. Bilbo gasped and covered his mouth with his hands.
"OhmygoshY/Nimsosorry!" Bilbo's words mashed together into one long blur of nonsense.
You slowly eased the knife out of your hand, your eyes avoiding the disgusting scene.
"Bilbo its fine. It didn't hit anything important, I promise," you smiled at him softly. He didn't mean to do it, he was a simple little hobbit. He would never hurt a fly.
You hurried over to your medicine kit and fished out a solution of disinfectant and bandages. You were a medicine elf from Rivendell. Gandalf had requested you come along. 13 dwarves on a long road trip. Injuries were inevitable.
Bilbo raced over to you, and sat down beside you carefully.
"Y/N, let me fix your hand. It's the least I can do. I caused that bloody mess anyway," his eyes darted from your E/C eyes to your hand and back again.
"Bilbo, do you even know how to use medicines?" you laughed sadly.
"Yes, I know a little bit," without waiting for an answer Bilbo lightly took the healing supplies from your hands and opened the bottle of disinfectant.
"You might need a rag, Bilbo," you smirked and handed him a cloth to him with your uninjured hand.
"Yes, thank you," he looked up at your from behind his caramel curls.
Bilbo held the cloth to the opening of the bottle and quickly turned it upside down and back again.
His small hobbit hands, took your injured one lovingly and protectively into his and dabbed at the bloody line that had found a home in your soft skin.
"Y/N I'm so sorry. I wish I wasn't so clumsy that an innocent elf gets a knife into her perfect hand," he frowned.
"Bilbo it's fine. I ran into you. It's my fault, Master Baggins." At 'Master Baggins' his face flushed a deep shade of crimson.
"Besides, why would a Master Burglar want with a simple medicine elf?" You smiled at him, but the smile didn't last for more than 5 seconds.
"Because, Y/N, maybe you don't see it, but I love you. Your beauty is astounding. And knowing that I partially fractured that beauty is maddening," Bilbo sighed. His hands now securely fastened the bandages around your hand.
"Wait, Master Baggins, you have feelings for me?" You asked confusedly.
Bilbo's form became as small as was possible. His head hung low, his fawn colored hair hung low over his face and his arms encircled his body tightly. His legs and hobbit feet were tucked neatly underneath him. His ragged clothes hung off of him loosely. He was so sweet, and so vulnerable, like a young deer that was still learning his way in the harsh world. It made one want to hold him close and protect him with your life.
Your pale elvish hands lifted to his face and brought his chin up to look at you.
"Bilbo, if I said I had feelings for you as well, would you believe me?" I asked tenderly.
"Yes," the little fawn hobbit mumbled.
"You wouldn't doubt it for a second?"
His little head nodded in your hands and a sniffle escaped him, and tears swam in his eyes.
You looked at him adoringly.
"Well, Bilbo, Baggins, I do have feelings for you, and I hope you can trust me enough to tell me how you feel," You told him softly. You leaned and kissed his cheek and when you pulled away, his eyes had let the tears flood from them. They streamed down his face and a goofy, shy smile was strewn on his lips. You wiped away the tears with your thumbs, and he chuckled quietly. The tears kept coming though.
Suddenly his arms were wrapped firmly around your neck and his legs around your waist. The little hobbit hugged you tenderly and his face was buried in your neck.
"I do have feelings for you, Y/N. I love you," he mumbled into your neck. You could feel the wetness of his tears fall from his face onto your bare shoulder.
You smiled and encircled him in your arms. One hand combing through his faultless curls and you could feel his hands gripping your H/C locks as well.
This little hobbit was the sweetest, most polite halfling in all of the Shire, maybe in all of Middle Earth.