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meteors-lotr · 1 day
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Barduil fam movieset AU
Retired broadway star!Bard X Disgraced former diva!Thranduil, with their children Legolas the makeup artist, Sigrid the score composer, Bain the stunt man and Tilda the pyrotechnician
Additionally Gimli working in the prop department, Aragorn in costumes, Boromir as a fight choreographer, and the hobbits as interns
Éowyn and Éomer as animal handlers, Faramir as on set medic, Gandalf as a senior actor, and I can just keep going
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meteor752 · 7 months
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The thing with Tildamir (Tilda X Boromir, if you don’t follow my lotr side blog then you’d be confused by it, but check it out @meteors-lotr) is that, Tilda is a slut by nature so everything she does, she does with the intent to turn someone on. It’s just second nature to her at this point, like the way she walks, eats, fights, everything is very deliberate to be as hot as possible.
But the moment Boromir does something to turn her on, Tilda will short circuit completely
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Tildi, z kim ze swojego otoczenia dogadujesz się najlepiej?
Tildi: Myślę, że moje TOP 3 osoby to:
Mama
Bain
Tauriel
Dlaczego Tauriel na trzecim miejscu? Cóż, bo to przecież nie rodzina. A rodzina jest najważniejsza.
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lady-of-the-spirit · 2 months
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I think the biggest appeal of Barduil as a ship to me is the one least talked about, which is that Legolas would suddenly become a big brother to 3 siblings all at once.
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green-fifteen · 1 year
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Day 2: Soft
Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: Gen (background Bagginshield, Kili/Tauriel)
Word count: 2,059
written for: @fluffyfebruary
Bilbo and Kili stomped over the doorway into Bard's house and were greeted by Tilda's cries of delight. She was always happy to see Kili because he put her on his shoulders whenever she asked him to. By the time her father emerged from an inner room, she was already perched there and grinning.
"Bilbo," Bard greeted him warmly. "I see you've brought trouble."
He smiled. "His mother deserves a break."
"Hey!" Kili said, and bounced a little to hear Tilda laugh.
They made tea and sat around the table in the parlor. Tilda ran off to play with her siblings.
"The wind is good for practice, today," Bard said to Kili mildly. "If you can wait until midday. I've a counselor coming shortly."
The Prince beamed at him and launched into talk about his latest archery innovation. Bilbo made impressed noises at what he thought were the correct moments while Bard threw him amused looks.
They would stay two nights in Dale, in an unofficial capacity. Bilbo had been aching to get out walking and wanted badly to see his friend. The King Under the Mountain, busy with plans for Durin's Day, had told his husband not to go alone. He'd proposed Dwalin escort him, but Fili had seemed restless for weeks since Tauriel had gone to visit the Greenwood, and asked to go instead. He always enjoyed visiting Bard's family. Bilbo suspected he just liked being around other young people who weren't Gimli.
After tea, Bilbo settled his things in his usual room and made his way out into Dale. It was still developing, barely two years since the dragon brought his devastation. It was doing well, however, and Bilbo could see the young metropolis it would turn out to be. Already traders from the other kingdoms of Men had set up in the markets and the ports of the Long Lake. There was much to see and even more to buy. He caught a good smell on a crisp breeze and let it draw him further from Bard's home, deep into the heart of Dale.
At midday, Bard and Kili took a pile of bows to the practice yard behind the house. Bard's children wandered out to watch them from under the eaves, wrapped haphazardly against the cold in socks and blankets. The young Dwarf showed off eagerly to entertain them. Bard only rolled his eyes and issued a new challenge.
The children went inside when the air turned colder. As the sun began to set, Kili and Bard followed them. They were not surprised to find Bilbo still gone, for he was always chasing down some fancy tasteful trinket or jammy tart.
When Bard's head of house called for supper and Bilbo still had not returned, they began to shoot each other worried looks. When Sigrid asked, "Didn't Bilbo come with you from the Mountain, Kili?" he assured her the Hobbit was probably out taking supper with a boat of bass fishermen or some baker's family. He had done similar things before, he said. But never without sending a note, he didn't say.
Finally, after the children went to bed, Bard informed his staff to keep a tight eye on the house and sallied forth with Kili to find the Prince Consort. He did not know which idea terrified him more: his friend being in trouble somehow, or telling the King he'd let his husband out of his sight long enough to get into trouble in the first place.
They were still out searching when Bilbo reappeared on the front steps of the house, dragging a pair of men in a cart behind him and wearing clothes that were noticeably grimier than they had been when he left. He pulled one Man and then the other from the wooden cart, heaving and panting and sweating. He cursed them irritably as they dropped to the ground. He left their weapons in the bottom of the cart, carefully covered them with his own overcoat, and moved the cart just out of view.
He glanced at the two Men lying at his feet on the ground. Soft-hearted old fool he thought, and then the door opened.
Bard's head of house, a man called Jorn, directed bowls of warm water to be brought to the sitting room and helped Bilbo carry the Men through the house to sit near the fireplace.
"I found these two near the Lake," he told Jorn, lying masterfully. "I was sure they'd had too much to drink, but then I noticed the lumps on their heads. Poor dears."
They patted the wounds on their heads with damp cloths and arranged them on pallets near each other. Bilbo dismissed Jorn with his sincere thanks and then settled in to wait.
It didn't take long for the young Men to wake. The first woke with a start and a cry, making Bilbo jump and spill half his tea in his lap.
"I say!" he demanded in a hushed voice, knowing the children had to be asleep upstairs. "Quiet, if you please!"
The Man looked around him, seeming confused and more than a little panicked. He saw the other man lying at his side and grew frantic, trying to wake him.
Bilbo stood from his chair to do his best version of looming. It wasn't normally that impressive, but this Man had already been on the wrong end of an angry Hobbit once tonight.
"I said be quiet," Bilbo intoned gravely. He tried to borrow the voice Thorin used whenever a ruckus erupted during council meetings.
It seemed to work and the Man went silent, looking at him fearfully.
The other Man suddenly woke up groaning and clutched his head.
Several minutes and a bit more delicate intimidation later, both Men were sitting in armchairs across from Bilbo, who had refilled his teacup.
"If you wouldn't mind telling me," Bilbo started, politely, "What were the pair of you thinking, attacking a gentlehobbit on the road at night?"
As Bilbo watched them, noting the nervous way they seemed to communicate with their eyes and the concave shells of their cheeks, he realized for the first time how young they were. He was never very good at knowing the ages of Men once they grew past his own height.
"We're sorry, Mister Hobbit," said the first boy, a blonde wisp of a Man. To Bilbo's satisfaction, tears gathered in his eyes. He did like being right about this sort of thing.
"I figured as much," he drawled, placing his cup on the saucer with a clink of china.
"We've never hurt anybody before," the blonde boy said again, his breath hitching. Bilbo thought he might be the older of the two. He hummed at him to go on and the boy took a few deep breaths, scratching at the arm of his chair.
"I'm Pater," he said eventually. "And that's my brother Liom. We saw you and well." He stopped, looking miserable.
"You don't know how to use that axe out there, do you, my boy?" Bilbo guessed.
He shook his head and the tears in his eyes slid down his face.
Bilbo looked at Liom, who was gazing at the coals in the fireplace with no expression. The Hobbit sighed.
"I'm sorry I knocked you boys about as I did. Only, you gave me quite a fright, you know."
Pater looked down. "I know."
And, because he was very hungry and his young ruffians looked half-starved, he bade them follow him to the hall where Jorn had set out Bilbo's supper. The Man was familiar with the Hobbit and his appetite, so the food he'd left him was more than enough to feed two scrawny boys. Their eyes went wide as they took in the table.
"Now," said Bilbo. "I'm willing to forget the circumstance of our meeting, so long as the both of you will do me a few small favors."
Liom looked very skeptical, but Pater nodded immediately.
"Of course, Mister Hobbit."
Bilbo counted off on his fingers. "First, I'd like you not to mention my roughness with you to anyone. It's a terrible thing to do, you know. Bashing people. Second, you'll need to help me with this supper here. I'm far too small a fellow to finish this off myself." He heard Jorn's affronted sniff from around the corner and supressed a smile. "Third, call me Bilbo."
They gaped at him, then fell on the food with ravenous hands. He watched them ignore the forks on the table, appalled. The Hobbit batted them about the shoulders and made them sit down and use the cutlery.
When Bard and Kili arrived, they were glum and exhausted. They were sure Bilbo was dead and dropped in the Lake or someplace. Bard was mentally drafting a letter in his head that conveyed both Your consort is missing and Please don't start a war. Kili was crying.
They heard voices in the hall and followed them to hear Bilbo saying, "Now, now! I won't have that fine flaky pastry treated like a mop, you villain!"
The two of them rushed in and saw the Hobbit seated across from a pair of adolescent Men, barely out of childhood. One was blonde and clearly terrified to see them. The dark-haired one looked over at them with a hard expression. Their faces were stuffed with Bilbo's supper.
Kili lifted Bilbo out of his chair and into the air with a shout that had Bilbo smacking at his head to be quiet. Bard watched the boys at his table carefully, but smiled with real joy and relief to see Bilbo safe in his home.
Pater and Liom were introduced to the King of Dale, who grasped their shaking hands and said he was glad to know them. They also came to know Kili, a Prince of Erebor. He grinned toothily at them and demanded to know how they came to meet Bilbo.
"Did our Burglar decide to kidnap you, then?" he said, guffawing with his arm around the Hobbit's shoulder.
Bilbo told them his story about finding the boys unconscious at the shore of the Long Lake and dragging them back to the house. Kili didn't hesitate to believe him, but amusement gradually entered the slant of Bard's eyebrows as he listened to Bilbo speak.
Eventually, he leveled the pair with a steady look.
"Is there someone in town waiting up for you tonight?"
They spoke to each other in furtive looks, as they had in the sitting room.
"No, Your Majesty," said Pater, lowly, eyes on his empty plate.
Bard slapped the table lightly. "You shall sleep here. See that you do not bother my children as you climb the stairs. Jorn will show you the room."
His tone was final and they did not argue with him, thought Pater's wide eyes found Bilbo's face. He lifted his eyesbrows at him and inclined his head toward the stairs. They went up to bed.
When they were gone, Bard watched his friend fidget with his napkin and waited for him to speak. Kili was finishing Bilbo's apple cake.
"I could not leave them lie there, Bard," the Hobbit finally said. "It is very good of you to let them sleep here. Thank you."
Bard snorted. "Oh yes, I let them. As thought you would not have snuck them in, regardless. I do know you, my friend."
Bilbo scowled at him, but did not argue. Kili still was not paying attention, so he said, "I'm afraid I may have been a little hard on them, at first."
"Knocked unconscious, you said?"
"Yes. Well. They were only trying to frighten me, but I didn't know that."
Bard slapped him on the back and laughed. Kili reached for a rasher of bacon.
"I can only imagine they thought you a soft target. I am sure they know their error, now." His voice was warm with fondness for his little friend.
Bilbo shrugged off his hand and flicked Kili's fingers from his pan-fried potatoes.
When they went to bed, Jorn and a kitchen maid cleaned the table, conversing a little about the events of the evening. When that was done, they doused the lights. The house was silent, but for the quiet sound of five children, two Princes, and the King of Dale resting peacefully.
FIN
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Empty Vessel-'verse headcanons: Tilda
Thank you to @tildabardsdotter11 for asking me to do headcanons for Tilda in My Heart is an Empty Vessel-'verse! Here are the ones I can think of, and I'll reblog with more if I think of them!
She is endlessly curious, and not at all afraid to ask awkward questions; she is very direct, which can sometimes come across as tactlessness.
Her weapons-grade cuteness (as a child) develops into a disarming charm and openness that means she has most people she meets wrapped firmly around her little finger in five minutes flat.
She becomes a keen gardener in Dale, restoring its gardens and orchards and seeking advice, tips and plants from every ambassador who visits; her hothouses, in later years, are the envy of half of Middle-Earth.
She also becomes a healer, learning how to use the herbs and medicinal plants she grows; she is particularly skilled in midwifery. Her mother died giving birth to her and Tilda is named for her - her mother was Maud, known as Maudie, and Matilda is another form of Maud (in our world, Matilda is the Latin and Maud the Old English form of the name) - and Tilda decides early on in Dale that she wants to learn to help women in childbirth in her mother’s honour, so that as few women as possible suffer the fate her mother did.
In adulthood she is very enthusiastically pansexual, and is forever getting into one sort of mischief or another.
This fact notwithstanding, she is an accomplished diplomat and is very good at dealing with foreign ambassadors, most of whom want to arrange a marriage between Sigrid (who is Queen in this ‘verse, Bard having abdicated to retire to the Woodland Realm with Thranduil as soon as Sigrid was old enough to take over from him, and who is very very aroace) and their own ruler; Sigrid calmly ignores the marriage proposals, and Tilda tends to deal with the ambassador in her own way.
Tilda is the one who breaks the ice with Thranduil, initially, and although he does not have favourites among his stepchildren, if he did his favourite would probably be Tilda. They absolutely adore each other, and Tilda is the one who can disarm him and persuade him into doing things that will be good for him.
She is an inveterate matchmaker, and if she sees people being daft about each other and not doing anything about it, she will absolutely be the one who says something about it; she is almost entirely singlehandedly responsible for Bain and his childhood friend Lotta sorting themselves out and getting married, for starters.
She never marries (she is far too busy and also she doesn’t want to limit herself) but she has her family around her and she is probably the happiest of all of them to the end of her days.
If you’re in Dale and you have a problem, Tilda is the one you go to. She will know what to do, whether it’s referring you to Sigrid (and probably putting a word in on your behalf), brewing you a tincture, taking you for a walk in the gardens and a good long talk, whatever you need.
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scary-grace · 1 year
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Barduil Month Day 1: First Meetings
It's day 1 of Barduil month over at @bi-widower-dads, and I'm so excited to finally post my collaboration with the insanely talented @corndog-patrol!
Take My Heart And Please Don't Stake It (4134 words) by corndog_patrol, BiSquared Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil Characters: Bard the Bowman, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Bain of Dale, Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Tilda (Hobbit Movies) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Vampires, Vampire!Thranduil, Vampire Hunter!Bard, POV Bard the Bowman, POV Thranduil, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst and Humor, Eventual Fluff, Good Parent Thranduil, Good Parent Bard the Bowman, Legolas and the Bardlets, Vampire Hunters, they both take the wrong things too seriously Summary: When newly minted vampire hunter Bard Bowman moved to San Francisco, he was braced for trouble and danger. But the first trouble he finds is a different kind of dangerous -- a vampire named Thranduil who wants him in every way but the one he's supposed to.
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shy-blue-blossom · 8 months
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The Unseen Princess
Chapter Three: Secrets come to Light
Chapter 2
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As Laketown was getting burnt down to the ground Tauriel was getting the girls out of Laketown while Kili and the others were making their way to the mountain. As they were trying to get out of Laketown and Bain remembered that his father had hidden the black arrow in a boot next to a statute, but they didn't know where y/n had gone. Bard and Bain had finally taken the dragon Smaug down. When everyone was on the shores the girls were looking for them. As they were looking for them, Alfred was making trouble with one of the ladies.
"Alfred I wouldn't do that if I was you." Bard's voice told him as he grabbed his arm that was about to strike the lady.
Tilda and Sigrid couldn't wait to go to him and give him a hug. The Laketown people then began to argue, what they didn't see was the elf that was upon a gorgeous, pure white horse.
"What going on here?" Her question made everyone stop what they were doing to see her now standing next to her horse.
"Y/N!!!" Tilda shouted as she ran to her and hugged her.
Y/n hugged her back as she looked up to see Sigrid smiling at her, and she got a smile in return.
"Bard you might want to get everyone to shelter before dark." She told him and that's what he did, he took them all to Dale.
When they got to Dale they all found places to sleep while Alfred took night watch. When Bard asked if anything happen, he said nothing could get past me, yet an army of elves did. They had brought supplies for the. Bard had talked to the Mirkwood king, Thranduil. Bard had tried talking to Thorin, but he did not listen. So Thranduil thinks it's wise to attack during the day, first thing. While they were talking they didn't notice y/n was standing there watching them. As she was about to say something a man with a pointy hat and a stick was standing by the entrance of the tent.
"What is going on here?" The old man asked them.
"GANDALF!!" Y/n happily called out his name as she ran up to him and hugged him and while doing so her hood to the cloak she was wearing fell off her head, Thranduil couldn't believe his eyes.
"You can't be from them." Thranduil let out a whisper not believing his eyes.
Y/n froze along with Gandalf but she soon let go of Gandalf and turned to look at Thranduil. When he saw her crown his eyes widened in surprise. Before he could say anything a hobbit appeared by the tents entrance.
"Bilbo you're alright," Y/n said with a sigh of relief as she ran up to him and bent down to his height.
He looked at her strangely not knowing who it was but he soon realised. He then gave the Arkenstone to Thranduil and Bard who knew what to do with it and hopefully not go to war, but they didn't know what the orcs were up to. As they were talking they didn't notice y/n disappear from the tent. Soon the night was over and they were going to confront Thrion again to see if he is willing to trade or will they go to war. Thrion chose war with the help of his cousin Daín.
The time came when they talked to Thrion but he would not listen and soon his cousin Dain of the Iron Hills came to help fight in the war, but as they were about to fight, Orcs began to come and attacked. As everyone was fighting no one noticed the extra elves that were there helping to keep Dale safe. As Thrion, his nephews and Dwalin were on top of Ravenhill fighting Azog and Bolg, but they didn't realise that y/n was helping them as the war ended they still didn't notice her.
When the war was over Myriil came and got her and took her back home. When they got there she was taken to the healers to get a checkup since she had fainted in his arms. While the healers were looking after the unconscious Princess Myriil went to tell the king and prince that she has returned. Once they knew she was home they raced to the healers to see her sleeping on the bed. They sat by her bed waiting for her to wake up and when the healers talked to the king, they told him she fainted from using too many spells and energy. They didn't leave her bedside unless it was for food or an emergency to do with the realm. There was a knock at the door when they were talking about the realm.
"Come in." The king Acluce called out as he stood up with Eltaor next to him.
In came Myrill with another elf that had brown shoulder length hair, and with him was another elf with blonde hair.
"How can I help you?" Acluce asked them.
"We were wondering if you know an elf with middle thigh length h/c hair and e/c because we would like to thank her." The blonde hair elf asked him.
"And what do you want to thank my daughter for?" He asked them again.
Before anyone could answer the was a moan of pain from behind Acluce and Eltaor. They turned around to see y/n up but holding her head as she was in pain. Both Acluce and Eltaor went up to her and asked what hurts and all she could do was hold her head as she wined. The brown-haired elf moved to her and healed her and she fell forward into her hanar arms with an exhausted sigh as she looked at the elf that helped her.
"Thank you...for helping me." She tanked him slightly exhausted before sitting up straight with help from her hanar.
"It is my honour to have helped you, princess. I am Elrond, Lord of Rivendell." He introduced himself as he bowed to her. "And this is Thranduil king of the woodland realm." He introduced him to them as he bowed his head to her as well.
They then left the room with her father to talk. Her hanar stayed and helped her to stand back on her feet to get the strength back into her legs. It's been a while since then and y/n has been visiting Bilbo and his nephew Frodo and it was soon to be Bilbo's 111th birthday which she can't go to since her home has been found by the Orcs again. She has sent a letter to Bilbo explaining her reasons for not being there. There is also the reason with the dark is getting closer to her home and that is not good.
When she heard the flute she gave Gandalf be played she began to make her way to Rivendell and while she was making her way, Frodo had been stabbed by a morgue blade and was being healed by Lord Elrond. As Boromir was talking about the ring and was about to grab it and before Gandalf could say anything another voice spoke and was speaking a forbidden spell from her people.
"Do not touch something you don't know the power of." The person said as she walked in and looked like she was about to fall over, but before she could Elrond and Aragorn were next to her and holding her up.
"You made her utter forbidden words, do you know how that will make her feel," Gandalf spoke as he stood looking at Boromir.
"I'm sorry but I do not know who she is," Boromir said as he pointed to y/n who is now sitting down in the seat Aragorn was sitting in.
"This is y/n Cormyth, princess of the Ornarta Casmasto realm, the realm of the sun and moonlight elves." Elrond introduced her to everyone and she had finally pulled her clock off revealing her crown.
Once everyone saw her crown it went dead silent. Soon everyone was throwing questions around but not about the ring but about her.
"If you want to know why I am here then you need to find out what you are going to do about that ring if not there will no more be a realm of the sun and moonlight elves. I would like it if we could talk about what all the races are going to do about the ring. Isn't that right Frodo?" She asked and explained as she smiled at them, then to Frodo.
They then talked about the ring as if they completely forgot about it for a while. As the others were arguing with each other, y/n was watching Frodo to see what he was going to do. He soon did volatile to be the ring bearer and Gandalf was to be his guild since he did not know the way. Aragorn gave him his sword to help, Legolas came forward and gave him his bow, Gimli with his axe and Boromir also gave him his help.
"I see you are almost complete." Y/n spoke up.
But before anyone could say anything three little hobbits stood next to Frodo. Elrond looked at her and she stood up and stood in front of Frodo, then kneed to his height with a smile on her face.
"Just like your Uncle Bilbo who helped to reclaim the lonely mountain and I stayed by his side, you have my people's trust, but most of all you have my power as the sun and moonlight elves princess," Y/n said as she never took the smile off her face.
Frodo couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his face and he jumped into her arms. He kept whispering thank you's into her ear as she hugged him back. Y/n pulled back and kissed his forehead before starting to her full height and turning to Elrond.
"Now the fellowship of the ring is complete," Elrond told them. "Now get ready for your journey ahead because it's going to be long and hard with your new friends." He finished as he looked at all of them, as y/n had stood next to Aragorn and Gandalf.
Chapter 4.
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The Unseen Princess
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blackarrcw · 1 month
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Bard is descended from Girion through his father.
There are multiple scars he has upon his body from his younger years of training, some from later years. Right upon his forehead there is a small cut he received from the bell when on the tower, during Smaug's attack on Lake Town.
His wife passed away when Tilda was born due to illness after birth.
While it is common knowledge within the town, Bard does not like to spread the knowledge that he is descended from Girion due to the disappointment of knowing his ancestor failed in killing the dragon when Smaug first took over Erebor.
He prefers wines to ale.
Knowledgeable in a few languages: Dalish (the people of Dale's first language ), Westron, and some Sindarin. He is known to learn through listening and studying some texts that had been left by his ancestor.
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middleearthpixie · 2 years
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After the Fire ~ Chapter Fourteen
Fandom: The Hobbit - Post BOTFA AU Where Everybody Lives
Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a grievously wounded Thorin is brought back to the kingdom of Erebor, which is still mostly in ruins. Although he’s survived the wounds he received at the end of Azog’s blade, his recovery is far from complete. Grief, regret, anger, all are making his journey that much more difficult and the physical recovery isn’t quite the most difficult challenge he faces.
Jasna Stoneham is no stranger to loss, as she is a survivor of Smaug’s wrath upon Esgaroth. When she is asked to help the dwarves healers of Erebor, her instinct is to say no, but she needs the job, and so agrees to it. However, no one told her that of all the patients, she would be responsible for the king himself, Thorin Oakenshield. 
Unfortunately, the road to recovery isn’t necessary a smooth one, but if there’s one thing Thorin will learn, it’s that Jasna is just as stubborn as he is and for every step back he takes, she is there to push him three steps forward. And Jasna will soon find out that there is a gentle, softer side to the dwarf king, one that very few people have ever seen and one he fights to keep hidden from her as well. But like his recovery, that is also easier said than done. 
Jasna returns from Dale to find Thorin’s bed in the infirmary stripped and later, Thorin can’t stop thinking about kissing Jasna. 
Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Jasna Stoneham
Characters: Jasna, Thorin, Dís 
Warnings: None
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,733
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Jasna was halfway to Erebor when she realized that she knew the she-elf’s name was Tauriel, but nothing more. She’d forgotten to ask about her well-being. It didn't sound as if she’d died at Ravenhill or anywhere near Erebor, but she couldn’t be absolutely certain. And although she thought Bard might have mentioned it if Tauriel had died, again, she couldn't be absolutely certain. 
And that meant going back to Dale so she could be absolutely certain.
She stopped, her shoulders slumping as she looked first ahead at Erebor, and then, a low sigh bubbled to her lips as she turned and stared at Dale in the distance. The last thing she wanted to do was trudge all the way back to Dale, bother Bard once more, and then trudge all the way back to Erebor.
But, on the other hand, she promised Kíli she would learn the she-elf’s fate if at all possible.
The winds picked up and by the time she was on the doorstep of the Provincial House once more, her nose was numb and her teeth chattered with cold. The temperature had dropped enough that she wouldn’t have been surprised to see her fist shatter when she rapped on the door.
Sigrid opened the door, greeting her with a grin and a cheerful, “Didn’t you just leave here?”
“I know, I know. I f-f-forgot to ask your f-f-father something.”
“Well, don’t just stand out there in the cold. Come in.” Sigrid stepped aside. “Da! Miss Stoneham is back!”
“Jasna?” Bard called from somewhere within the depths of the Provincial House. “Is something the matter?”
“Aside from my forgetting the reason why I was h-h-here to b-b-begin with?”
“Come in. Tilda, set a place for Miss Stoneham.”
“Oh, no, I c-c-couldn’t.”
“Don’t be silly.” Bard came out of the kitchen, striding down the short hallway toward her. “It’s freezing cold out,” he reached out to brush snow from her shoulder, “it’s snowing again, and you will join us because there is plenty.”
She smiled. Something did smell absolutely divine and she really didn't want to just dart back out into the cold. “As l-l-long as I’m not im-im-imposing.”
“You never are.” He moved to whisk her cloak from her shoulders. “Sigrid, pour Miss Stoneham some wine.”
“Of course.” 
As Sigrid returned to the kitchen, Bard said, “So, what brings you back?”
“I forgot to ask you if you kn-knew Tauriel’s fate.”
“Her fate?”
“Yes. Kíli was asking about her. Did she survive the Battle of the Five Armies? Do you know? He was very concerned she might not have.”
“Assure him that she did, in fact, survive. She and Legolas returned to Mirkwood with Thranduíl, as far as I know.”
“Good. That should put Kíli’s mind at ease.” She frowned. “At least, I think it will. Did they re-re-return together or together?”
“You mean as a couple?” He waited for her to nod, then shrugged. “That, I do not know.”
“I can’t imagine it would make Kíli happy to learn she is with another. So perhaps I’ll leave that part out.”
“Perhaps.” He smiled, easing an arm about her shoulders. “But, come and have something hot to eat and then I’ll see you back to Erebor.”
“Oh, that won’t be necessary. I am p-p-p-p—I can walk.”
“I won’t hear of it, Miss Stoneham. It’s late, it’s dark, and the weather is terrible. I’ll see you home after supper.”
Thorin’s bed was empty. Stripped of its linens. Waiting patiently for its next occupant.
Jasna could only stare at it, her throat tight, her face hot. Fíli and Kíli remained, and he must’ve seen her expression, for Kíli said, “He left not more than an hour ago.”
“That’s wonderful.” She forced a smile to her lips as she turned to the youngest Durin. “I didn't know Óin felt him ready, but I’m glad he did.” 
She shrugged out of her coat, draping it over her arm as she leaned over to press her free palm to his forehead. “How d-d-do you feel?”
“I’ve had better days, I’ll not lie.” He offered up a tired smile, his face still pale, the dark smudges still visibly under his eyes. “But, I awoke this morning, and I saw it was snowing out, and my uncle is alive, my brother is alive, our mother is here, so it’s not an altogether terrible day, either.”
“That’s wonderful to hear,” she told him. “You’re n-n-not running a fever, either. And that’s a v-v-v-very good thing.”
“Tell him I’m not going to die, would you please?” Fíli’s voice rose, thick with sleep, from his bed. “And tell ‘Amad as well. She seems convinced otherwise.”
“Your Highness,” she turned to Kíli, “your brother is not going to die. I promise you this.”
Kíli pulled his brows low. “Your Highness? Oh, no… that won’t do. Kíli is fine.”
“I think Thorin makes her address us, and him, this way,” Fíli said.
“He probably does,” Kíli nodded, “what with that big swelled head he’s got now.”
“Oh, stop it, b-b-b-both of you, you kn-kn-know he does n-n-n-no such thing.” She shook her head, moving away from both of them,  trying to hold her smile at bay. She could just imagine what Thorin would say to this entire conversation regarding how she addressed any of them. “I’m glad to see you both up, but now I have to ready for r-r-rounds. So if you w-w-will excuse me.”
As she crossed back to her room, her smile faded and her heart grew heavy. Of course, she wanted Thorin to leave the infirmary. She wanted everyone who was in there to be able to leave of their own power. She just wasn't quite ready for it to be so soon. Her odds of seeing him now were slim to none, as she had the feeling he didn't often venture into Óin’s domain, and she certainly couldn't go in search of him. It would raise too many suspicions and be pointless besides. She’d heard Bard. Dwarves stayed with dwarves. Thorin’s kissing her last eve was an aberration, one that he most likely would not be repeating any time soon.
Still, as she hung up her coat, only one question lingered in her mind;
Who would comfort him when his next nightmare tormented him?
The last time Thorin has been in his chambers was the morning of the battle. He hadn’t been in his right frame of mind at that time, either, driven half-mad by his need to keep the entirety of Erebor’s treasure hoard to himself. 
Someone must have brought his things back when he’d been brought to the infirmary, for the Orcrist had been with him at Ravenhill. It was the sword he’d used to end Azog’s pathetic life, minutes before his own threatened to end. 
Without thinking, he slid a hand beneath his tunic, over the fresh, raised scars left by the Defiler’s double-bladed arm. They were still too sensitive to be touched, but he ignored the slight sting as he brushed them with his fingertips. He’d found the Orcrist in a cave in the Trollshaws. Upon arriving in Rivendell shortly afterwards, Elrond himself had admired the sword and pressed it into Thorin’s hands. He promptly lost it in the forest of Mirkwood, when he and the Company were rounded up and taken into custody of the Woodland elves and Thranduíl’s son Legolas confiscated it, along with just about everything else the dwarves carried on their persons. 
It was also Legolas who returned the sword to him at Ravenhill when the the elf fired it up and sank it into an orc’s chest. Thorin had the presence of mind to grab the handle as the orc toppled over the side. And with it, he went to confront Azog for the last time.
He moved to the corner where the silver sword stood propped against the dark gray stone wall. It gleamed in the low light, but remained silver. The blade would glow blue in the presence of an orc or goblin and had he’d remembered that, Azog would not have had the opportunity to run him through. 
But Thorin had forgotten that nugget and it nearly cost him his life.
He had no idea how he’d survived on that floe. The last thing he remembered was the light going out in Azog’s pale, flat eyes. Thorin stumbled back, away from the enormous, pale, scarred body, and turned without thinking to walk to the edge of the ice. Fire filled his belly. Blood soaked into his rough-hewn henley. His gut roiled. His knees gave. He hit the ice, and remembered only Bilbo Baggins’ kind face, his assurance that the eagles were coming and that—
Thorin shivered. He didn't remember anything after that until he opened his eyes and found himself not in the Halls of Mandos, at his father’s and grandfather’s sides, but in the cold, bleak infirmary in Erebor. 
“Thorin?”
He started at the voice, although it was very familiar, and when he turned, it was to see the Hobbit standing in the open doorway of his apartments. Thorin left the Orcrist where it stood, and walked through to the sitting room. “Master Baggins, I wondered if you were still about. I asked Miss Stoneham, but she didn't know.”
“They would give me no news of your condition.” Bilbo Baggins gestured toward him. “May I?”
“Of course.” Thorin swept a hand in the direction of the small sofa. “Sit. I’m afraid I’ve nothing to offer you, but you’re welcome to come in just the same.”
“Thank you.” The halfling came into the flat almost nervously, hands clasped at his waist. “How are you feeling?”
“More like myself. And I mean the self I was in Bag-End, not the self I was here the last time we spoke.”
“When you ordered me tossed from the ramparts, you mean.”
Hot shame stung his insides as he nodded. “Yes, Master Baggins, that’s what I mean.”
“We put that behind us.”
“And yet, you bring it up.”
Bilbo’s dark eyes widened and his expression bordered on hurt. “You’re right. And I apologize.” He took a deep breath. “I’m glad to see you up on your feet again.”
“I am glad to be able to be on them.” Thorin sighed softly, looking down at the hobbit. “I wanted to apologize, for my words to you that day. I understand why you did what you did, that you thought you were acting in my best interest.”
“I was acting in your best interest, Thorin. You were… not yourself.”
“No. I wasn’t. But, I was also not your problem. And not your charge.”
“You were my friend.”
“And now?”
The hobbit looked up, his eyes wide. “And now what? Do you not recall what we spoke of at Ravenhill?”
“I’m afraid I do not, no. I remember the shrillness of the eagles. The roar of my blood in my skull, and then it all goes black until I heard Jasna’s voice.”
“Jasna?” Bilbo shook his head. “Who is Jasna?”
“Miss Stoneham. A healer. She cared for me, is caring for Fíli and Kíli, and hers was the first voice I heard when I began to come round.”
“Is she Óin’s wife?”
“No. She’s of Man, actually. Óin petitioned Bard to help him and she is who he sent.” Thorin sank onto the arm of the sofa to ease the slight ache in his belly. “She was a medical student in Esgaroth.”
“A girl?”
“A woman, but yes. She’s quite skilled, for being only a student.” He almost sighed as the memory of her lips against his flashed through him. He didn't know what possessed him to kiss her last night, but now he couldn't stop thinking about it. Even now, his entire body seemed to grow warmer at just the thought of her in his arms again.
Perhaps it was but his imagination, but he’d swear Bilbo’s spine stiffened. If he didn't know any better, he’d think the halfling was jealous. Which was stupid, really. Why would he be?
But then, Bilbo drew in a deep breath. “Thorin, there is something I wanted to speak with—”
“Ah, there you are!” 
Thorin looked up at his sister in the doorway. “My apartments are very popular this evening. What is it, Dís?”
From the corner of his eye, he saw Bilbo’s shoulders slump, but then Dís said, “I needed to speak with you, Thorin.” She looked over at the hobbit. “In private, if you’d not mind.”
“Master Baggins, will you be staying with us much longer?” Thorin asked.
“I—I don’t know. Perhaps.”
“I will catch up with you in the morning then, if you’d not mind.”
The hobbit sighed, but nodded. “Of course. Sleep well.”
Dís offered up a slight smile as the hobbit brushed by her and disappeared down the corridor, then she closed the door. “So, that’s the hobbit? Your burglar?”
“He is more than he appears,” Thorin replied with a smile. “Trust me.”
“Well, I will have to take your word for it.” She came around to sink onto the sofa. “Have you been up to see Miss Stoneham?”
“Dís, not now, if you’d not mind.”
“What? She was probably surprised when she returned from Dale and found your bed empty.”
He sat alongside his sister, his hands clasped between his thighs. “She had to know this day would come. I’m moving slowly, but am no longer in need of round the clock care, either.”
“And will you be kissing her again?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Thorin, you can deny it all you wish, I know what I saw. And what I saw was you kissing her and her kissing you back. Quite thoroughly, if my eyes were to be believed.”
Heat swept through him. “It was a momentary lapse of judgment.”
“Was it though?”  She held his stare easily. “You looked very content to be where you were, you know. At least, you did from where I sat.”
“Dís, I—”
“Do you like her?”
“What does that matter? Why do you even c—”
“Do you?”
He sighed, carefully leaning back, and closed his eyes. “I do like her, yes.”
“So, why are you here and not out there, wooing her?”
He just stared. “Wooing her?”
“Yes! Take her for a walk in the moonlight, in the snow. It’s beautiful out in the courtyard when you can’t see how overgrown it is. Kiss her. Laugh with her. Bring her back here and do whatever you wish with her as long as you are both happy.”
“We both know I can’t do that, Dís.”
“Of course you can. You’ve not promised anything to anyone and even if you had, things change. You’ve changed. And perhaps your priorities have now as well.”
“Dís—”
“You left Ered Luin almost two years ago, Thorin. And much has happened in those two years.”
He sighed softly. “Dís, I… It’s not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because it isn’t and it is none of your concern, either.”
“I want to see you happy, Thorin. And it’s been a long time since you have been. And I like Miss Stoneham. I should like to see her happy as well.”
“That is neither here nor there. I have a kingdom and bridges that both need to be rebuilt and I’ve no time for much else.”
“You can make the time.”
“Dís.”
“I’m just saying you can. And Miss Stoneham seems to know how to handle you.”
“Handle me?” He opened his eyes and lifted his head to stare at her. 
“Yes,” she bobbed her head, the beads in her beard braids clacking emphatically, “handle you. You need someone as strong willed as you, who understands you. Miss Stoneham seems to fit that description.”
“Dís.”
“I’m just saying, is all.” Her skirts rustled as she stood. “And I think you will regret it if you don’t.”
He didn't say anything, but let his head fall back against the sofa back once more. He loved his sister dearly, but there were those times…
Still, he wasn’t certain she was entirely wrong, either.
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myeaglesong · 1 year
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Meanwhile, In Laketown, there, on the lake worked Bard as a boatman. His trade was to safely transport people across the great expanse of the lake to the other side where Dale once stood.  Bard had come from humble beginnings, as he was now the sole carer for his two young daughters and one son. They were the children of his first wife,  who had tragically passed away during a difficult childbirth with her third child, Tilda. While Bard maintained his position as a boatman, his children were being looked after by his only sister.
Bard was more than aware of his illustrious ancestor, Girion, who had once been rich and lost all of the family’s heirloom treasure when the devious and greed fuelled Smaug challenged Girion to a gambling feat, one that Girion was sure he could win. Alas for Girion, Smaug’s gambling prowess outsmarted him at every turn. Leading to Smaug stealing all of Girion’s heirlooms and money to boot. Smaug then smugly left Dale and sent his cronies to wreck the once-prosperous town. This calamity left the settlers of Dale with no choice but to settle and rebuild near the lake.
It was here, on the lake, during one of his usual days of trading people’s passage for money, that he came across the rather distant and somewhat aloof Thranduil.  Now, Thranduil had been away on business and was now only just returning to Mirkwood, which neighboured Laketown. Mirkwood and Laketown at this point knew of each other, as they traded with each other often.
Thranduil had sighted Bard for a few moments, glancing with concern at the boatman's humble clothing.
“So, what brings you back to Laketown?" came a casual yet warmly intended question from Bard.
“I have been away on business, I left Legolas in charge of my great halls in Mirkwood, he is old enough now to handle such responsibility" Thranduil answered Bard with his usual tone, though there was something playing on the Elf's mind.
"Do you want to talk about your business trip?" enquired Bard.
"If you do not mind, I would rather not discuss my personal matters in the open, such as this is." Thranduil politely declined the man's offer to discuss whatsoever was on his mind.
 "Yes, I respect that" answered Bard with kindness in his tone.
Thranduil, being the eldest son from a wealthy family in Mirkwood had been married before. But that marriage was not meant to be. For unknown to others, Thranduil’s wife had died not long after Legolas had been born. Death, it seemed, made no allowances between the rich and poor. This was something that Bard would have sympathized with, had Thranduil mentioned it.
Little did either Thranduil or Bard know that this would be only the first of several chance encounters between them. 
Tag list: @i-did-not-mean-to @nocompromise-noregrets @lordoftherazzles
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Talks by @meteors-lotr - Wersja po polsku
Sigrid: To jest Bain. Jest miły i silny, i jestem z niego taka dumna! Sigrid: A to jest Tildi. Myślę, że ma wściekliznę.
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ao3feed-barduil · 1 year
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Love In a Time of Change
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by myeaglesong
For the longest time, Thranduil has wanted to find a good match for his son, Legolas, to marry. His search leads him to consider Arwen for Legolas to marry, but what if Legolas has already got his eye set on another match that Thranduil may not approve of? What will will happen when Legolas finds out about his father's intentions to marry him off? What would happen when the question of if Thranduil were to marry again was to come up, who could he marry?
Words: 919, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Bard the Bowman, Elrond Peredhel, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale, Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Kíli (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Legolas Greenleaf, Arwen Undómiel
Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil, Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli (Tolkien) & Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)
Additional Tags: Inspired by The Hobbit, Oblivious Bard, Thranduil Not Being An Asshole, Eventual Romance, Everyone Is Alive, The Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings Fusion, Eventual Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Eventual Relationships
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the problem of Tilda
Well, it's not a problem, per se. I'm just seized with an idea, but not enough of it to actually write it. You see, I usually write grown-up!Tilda as a bit of a holy terror, matchmaker extraordinaire for her siblings and everyone else she comes into contact with, diplomat with a cheekily disarming way about her - and I'm thinking now, what if she comes up against someone who can see through all of it, all the façades she's putting up, and will take none of it? What if there's someone who'll get past everything and capture her heart?
The only trouble is - I've no idea who it might be. One of the Elves, one of the Dwarves, an ordinary person from Dale or one of the other kingdoms? Someone from the East or the South? I mean, I have to admit that an existing character would be particularly entertaining, but I'm not at all averse to OCs, especially given that we don't even properly meet any Southrons or Easterlings in the canon.
Who is this person? Someone help me out!
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scary-grace · 1 year
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Barduil Month 2023 Day 11: Modern AU
Once again, I'm being a terrible mod and posting late for Barduil Month @bi-widower-dads! But I really wanted to write Thranduil as the hapless owner of a bridal shop, so here we are.
least complicated (6499 words) by BiSquared Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil, Fíli (Tolkien)/Sigrid (Hobbit Movies) Characters: Bard the Bowman, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale, Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Kíli (Tolkien), Dís (Tolkien), Galion (Tolkien), Feren (Hobbit Movies), Elros the Guard (Hobbit Movies) Additional Tags: POV Thranduil, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Weddings, Fluff, Bridal shop owner!Thranduil, father of the bride!Bard, Kili and Fili are Thorin's brothers instead of his nephews for timeline purposes, I really have no excuse for this one, Chronic Pain Summary: After thirty years of creating magical moments for others in the bridal shop he and his wife founded, Thranduil knows better than to expect one of his own. But five years after his wife's death, the very handsome, very stressed father of his newest client might be just the person to change his mind.
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