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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[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.]