Not a spoiler, nope! 

Okay, v briefly, here is the ‘Meet a Dwarrowdam’ bio for Bomfris

Bomfrís daughter of Alrís

Bomfrís is the eighth child of Bombur and Alrís (the entire list, in order, is: Barís Crystaltongue, Barum, Barur Stonebelly, Bomfur, Bolrur,Bofrur, Alfur, Bomfrís, Alrur, Alfrís,
Bibur and Albur) and the middle
daughter of three. Her hair is the light ginger of her father, but she
resembles her mother otherwise, with her large brown eyes and merry smile.
Growing up she was often solitary by choice, as she felt ignored and swamped by
her horde of siblings, and eclipsed by the musical talent of her famous eldest
sister Barís and cooking abilities of her older brother Barur. She grew to
enjoy her solitude and freedom, and often roamed beyond Erebor to be beneath
the sky. She befriended the ravens of the Mountain, and is one of the Dwarrows who tends to them. She first took up the bow, an unpopular weapon
amongst Dwarves, when she was small and saw the noted knife-thrower and archer
Mizim daughter of Ilga (mother of Gimrís and Gimli Elf-Friend, wife of Glóin)
bringing down a great horned owl that threatened the ravens’ nests. She then
begged Mizim to teach her. Her skill was not at first apparent, but she worked
hard until she improved. Eventually she outstripped her mentor to become the
finest shot in Erebor, and leader of the small group of archers in the
Ereborean army. Blunt, socially inept, often abrasive, prickly and fiery, Bomfrís is often
quick to take offense. However, she is loyal and unwavering in all her loves
and convictions, and is also likely to be the first one to come to the defence
of others.

Bomfris is an archer by ‘trade’ – and outside war-time and archery practice, she spends a lot of time out and about upon the former Desolation. Tuac will accompany her, perched on her shoulder. Bomfris will use the raven’s keener eyesight to spy out possible prey. She hunts game: deer, birds and the like, and often brings them back to her famous brother Barur Stonebelly for roasting.

One of her more uh, memorable courting gifts to her beloved, Crown Prince Thorin Stonehelm, was a whole (uncooked) stag, a massive 13-point old buck. 

She actually thumped it down onto the table before him, and beamed at him over the carcass. “For you,” she said, and wiped her sweaty forehead. “Don’t kiss me yet, though – I’m a bit rank. I stink of deer.”

Thorin was a bit wide-eyed and speechless, but he kissed her anyway ❤

(Thankfully, he was fond of venison. And those impressive antlers he attached to his helm, to bring him luck in battle.)