Reserved at Dragon Haven, still waffling

[veiled_hero]

If you are going to do something, you need to commit to it, scribe. Haven't you learned that simple lesson as of late? A wishy-washy attitude is hardly conducive to getting anything productive done! Make up your mind, do your research, sit down, and write.

Honestly. If I can leave Bag End, go on a ridiculous adventure, and fight against orcs, I think that you can manage to get over your insecurities and give yourself another chance. I'm beginning to sound like Gandalf, oh dear.

Besides, I...do miss everybody, and though I'm loathe to admit it to you--you know that it has been...lonely.

A new adventure might be just what the both of us need, hmm?

Oh, what am I getting myself into? Confounded dwarves! So much for respectability.

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[veiled_hero]

[You're just going to have to get over that, Bofur. :(]

Do you? I've made myself useful to you all, yes, but I don't know if I'd go as far to say that I was needed.

[gottheballs]

Y' haven't seen what things are like in th' Havens. Trust me, lad. We need you.

[He misses Bilbo fiercely, and he knows the others do too.]

[veiled_hero]

What are they like, then?

[gottheballs]

[Bofur huffs, setting his hat aside for a moment to rub at his face and his distended braids.]

We 'ave a house but only dwarves t' tend it. I'm not even there at th' mo'. Stayin' in Mirkwood with a friend 'stead. There's a forge that Kili started, mos' the Durins are workin' there. An' I've got a workshop, not sure what Nori's up t'.

[veiled_hero]

I...see. Who all is there?

[He's more than a little confused at this all.]

[gottheballs]

[Bofur frowns slightly and starts listing names, counting on his fingers.] Thorin, th' lads, Nori, ah...King Thror, 'e was Thorin's grandfather, ought t' be dead, it's confusin'. An' Gandalf, but the wizard don't live with us.

[veiled_hero]

Thorin's--- [...Even more confused.] Where are all the others? Did you all get separated?

[gottheballs]

[Bofur smiles, but there's little humor in it.]

Them's th' lucky ones, I s'pose. They 'aven't showed in th' Havens. Not sure if they will. We'll 'ave t' see.

[veiled_hero]

I...see. [He'll understand it all. Eventually.]

[gottheballs]

[There's a brief moment of vulnerability in Bofur's face. He's so lonely right now; he misses Bilbo and his baby brother and his cousin. It's just been hard since his Bilbo went missing. Bofur absently touches a pocket, where the last Bilbo's beads are still resting.]

...You'd be better off away from it all.

[veiled_hero]

So I've been told before by quite a few of you. I wouldn't be your burglar if I turned back, though, would I?

Besides. ...I miss all of your company.

[gottheballs]

Do you? [Bofur smiles, and this time it almost reaches his eyes.]

[veiled_hero]

Of course I do! I've gotten used to you dwarves. It's far too...quiet on my lonesome.

[He really isn't used to being alone anymore, not after what he's gone through so far with this lot.]

[gottheballs]

Oh aye! Agreed. [Bofur's actually...hopeful. He's been so miserable lately; a little glimmer of hope is finally resurfacing.]