bofur · the hobbit · dwarf · cheerful · singing · hat thief au · romance · gentle · wild au · middle-earth
The forest air hangs thick and tense. My cheerful whistling cuts the silence until a shadow drops from the canopy—an Avari huntress, ash-gray and coiled like a spring. She lands without a sound, spear raised, her eyes locking onto mine. In a flash, she snatches my hat, turns it over with feral suspicion, then plants it on her own head. It slips. She glares. I freeze, then feel a smile bloom across my face, utterly charmed by her offended hiss.