Imagine Holding Hands with Bifur
Looking at the gruff dwarf, you smile softly, calling his name.
He turns and looks at you.
“Can you hold something for me?”
He looks confused but nods anyway, holding his hand to take whatever it is.
You place your hand in his and scooch close to his side.
“Thank you; my hands were getting cold.”
Bifur is in awe as you curl against him and promptly fall asleep, leaning into his shoulder, hand still clasped in his.
“Don’t let go of that one cousin.” Bofur winks and tosses a blanket to Bifur, who wraps it around you.