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TCATC Chap. 34; A new path ahead

*Author’s note*

And this is it guys, the last chapter of my Hobbit Celestial series. Now like I said I’ll post up some of the LOTR chapter’s I’ve got tomorrow since I’ve been working on that already, plus along with my requests I’ll try to put up some additional oneshots that fit into the inbetween moments between these two stories. 

Thank you all for the love and support of this series to all my of LOTR readers out there for your likes, reblogs etc. so enjoy the last chapter my lovely darlings and until tomorrow :)

SEQUEL CAN BE FOUND HERE

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I was in deep meditation up along the waterfalls high up in the mountains.  Not only was I meditating, I was also conversing and training with Mandos.  Some days when I wasn’t training my physicality, I would go off on my own to the mountains and seek council with them.  

And there they would help me to better understand my true power and what I can give to the folks of Middle Earth once I was ready to make my return.

I opened my eyes as I took a soft but deep breath in before exhaling.

“I take that your training with Mandos and Nienna is coming along well?” Cain’s voice spoke up.  I turned my head towards him and softly smiled.

“Aye. Never did I think I could learn so much from them. Much less ever speak to them.”

“Even when she doubted herself, Ajak would seek council with the Kings and Queens of the Valar. For just as they created us along with the all life on Middle Earth, they are there willing to seek council with us.” He said as he came up to me extending his hand to me.  I took it and he helped me stand up. “You’ve really come a long way since you first arrived.”

“Five years but there’s still so much for me to learn.”

“I agree. Don’t mistaken my praise for me wanting to be rid of you so fast. I’m merely stating the facts.”

“And here I thought you were starting to grow tired of me.”

“And cast out my dear, sweet baby sister? I wouldn’t dream of it.” Cain cooed as he brought me into his arms before playfully locking me in a headlock and ruffling my hair (much like Ikaris always did).  I whined but couldn’t help but laugh as I tried to free myself from his grip.  “Hope you don’t plan on leaving too soon.”

“Not a chance Brother.”

“Good. Now come along, you’ve been up here since before dawn and it’s now almost lunchtime.” He released me from his headlock before wrapping his arm carefully over my back and gesturing for me to come back to the cabin.  It was at that moment my stomach let out a loud growl to which Cain softly chuckled, “I don’t need to hear your heartbeat to tell that you’re not hungry.”

“Guess I wanted an early start on my training with Mandos and Nienna.”

“Well let’s fill that stomach of yours up with some proper food. After that you deserve a bit of a break. Remember what I said, work the mind too much—”

“And the body will succumb. I know, I know.” I repeated his statement as we both made the climb down the mountain and back to the cabin.

After getting some lunch I went out back to relax under the sun for a few hours on the hammock I had built.  It was after all a gorgeous Spring day.  Not too hot, but not too cold for that after winter chill.  The flowers were all in bloom and the birds were out and about singing their heads off.

My thoughts would go to my friends whenever I wasn’t training. Wondering what they were doing, how they were doing, if all was well in their life.  I tried my best to not think of the rising darkness I knew Middle Earth was facing with Sauron’s return, for that would only increase my anxiety which in turn makes Cain fret over me like Cersei times 100.

I had to have faith that Gandalf, Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel and the mortal kings and chiefs I’ve made friends with were able to hold their own until I felt ready to come back.

As the afternoon trudged on, it seemed to be about midday so I decided to head in and get some afternoon tea (I’d imagine that by now Bilbo is having his afternoon tea by now).  Just as I took a sip of my tea, Cain had returned from—somewhere (he didn’t tell me where he was going after lunch).

“And just where did you have to go that was so secret that you couldn’t tell me?” I asked him.

“If I told you it wouldn’t be surprise, now would it?” He said coming over to pour himself some tea.  I took the kettle away from him and argued.

“If you tell me, I’ll still act surprise.”

“You are a cheeky minx aren’t you?” he teased with a smirk pressing his forehead to mine.

“Come now brother won’t you please tell me?”

“After I have my tea, I’ll take you there.”

“Where are we going?” he didn’t say a word but just held out his teacup.  I poured him some tea and he took a small sip of it.  “You better not drink it agonizingly slow just to delay whatever or wherever it is you’re taking me to.”

“Now why would I do a thing like that sister Hela?” he playfully mocked placing his hand over his heart in mock hurt.  I set the kettle down and raised my brow at him as I placed a hand to my hip.

“Must I bring up last winter when you were training me to walk on water? First you showed off your fancy footwork then left me to practically fall in each time while you drank your tea. Which happens to be the exact brand I’m making now.”

“What can I say? While teaching you and loving you, I can’t help but enjoy hearing you struggle. Isn’t that what brothers are for?” he ruffled my hair once again and turned away to drink his tea.

“The one thing I didn’t miss about having brothers.” I muttered softly.

“I heard that.” He spoke up.  I groaned before returning to my tea and finishing it up.

When we cleaned up our glasses and put the tea aside for later, Cain and I left the cabin once more and headed back into the jungle however this time we headed North.

In the Northern part of the jungle, that’s where the large training ground he had built for us was.  Basically it was a wide open field with boulders of various sizes for balancing techniques and leaps as well as strength, a patch of dirt that encircled the outside of the meadow as a track, and close to it a fairly large lake that looked deeper than it appears.

“The Northern training fields? Why did you bring me here Cain?”

“I want to test you on something in regards to Druig’s powers.” He said as he walked forward.  I followed close behind him until we reached the Dark Lake (as what I’ve called it).  “It is said by some of our Elemental brothers and sisters, that water holds memory. Memories that sometimes even we forget, or what we wish to see.”

“Yes. Cersei used to tell me, Makkari and Sprite that all the time when we were young.” He nodded softly.  “But what does this have to do with Druig’s powers?”

“Touch the water.” I looked at him puzzled.  He turned his head towards me, his glowing white eyes staring at me.  “Reach out with Druig’s power and give the water a single touch.” I looked down at the water and did as he said.

My index finger touching the water with the lightest of pressure as the ripples formed out and grew bigger and bigger.

“Now look hard and tell me what you see.” I leaned closer to the water as the ripples continued to extend outward, even after a good minute and a half from when I first touched the water.  Soon an image before to replace my reflection in the water.  A man’s face soon appeared, my hair was soon replaced with long black, unruly hair, a tache with a slight beard at his chin. And deep brown eyes.

“Bard.” I softly whispered his name.  I pulled myself back up and fully turned my body towards Cain.

“Close your eyes.” I tilted my head but he gave me a firm nod. I obeyed and closed them.  “Along with how Druig could one day view the world had he gotten the chance to do so, this is how I see Middle Earth. Reach out with both your mind and your spirit to put yourself before Bard. Hone in on his heartbeat, see yourself where he’s at. Like a Watcher from the White Towers of Gondor, allow yourself to see him from here.”

“Cain I—I don’t know if I……”

“I know you can. You just need to believe you can. The only thing stopping you is yourself. Focus and reach out to him.” I did as he told me.  However this was something far beyond anything I’ve ever been able to do, he even said that not even Druig has gotten the chance to use this technique.

I tried to see if I could reach out to Bard but all I was doing was giving myself a headache.  I let out a couple of pants before trying again.  However no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t do it.

“I can’t…..Cain I can’t.” I panted softly as I rubbed my temples trying to ease my headache.  I felt him reach out to take my hands and I looked up to him.  A soft smile was across his face and even though his eyes were as blank as snow, they held a gentleness to them.

“You’re force yourself to see him, let your mind flow. And let it guide you to him.” He took my hands down and rested them between us, his thumbs stroking my knuckles as he took a deep breath in and I copied him. We both exhaled deeply at the same time and I closed my eyes.

I kept taking a few deep breaths and focused on Druig’s gem once more.  I imagined Bard and the city of Dale (from what I remembered it looking like before). Suddenly I felt this warmth overcome me and my eyes shot wide open and a flash of bright light came at me.

*Cain’s POV*

I may not have been able to truly see it, but I could tell that Hela’s eyes had glowed the pure gold that is known to happen when we Celestials use the full extent of our powers.  Ajak called it Mahd Wy'ry.  I reached up and touched her temples and I allowed myself to see through her eyes.

*My POV*

When the light died down I found myself standing before Dale but it was just like it was back in its glory days.  Wait did I—did I accidentally travel back in time? Oh Valar I really screwed up now, wait hold on a moment.

I walked ahead and took notice of some of the people that were in the city.  These were the survivors of Laketown and their families, plus new children that had been born here since last I was here.  Over there, there was Hanna and her son Caleb who was growing up into a fine young man with his blonde hair and blue eyes.

He did it. Bard actually did it.  He restored Dale to its full glory once again!

“Come now Caleb we must get to the palace at once. We can’t be late for the Coronation.” Hanna told her son as she grabbed his hand. Coronation, wait they don’t mean—

“I knew all along he could do it. First the dragon, then the battle for the Mountain, then reforging this city and now King. Oh Bard you have done us all proud laddie.” Hilda Blanca spoke as she came in wearing a much cleaner and finer dress and pushing a cart with the finest silks that I’ve only seen at Gondor or Rivendell.

“Surprised?” Cain’s voice soon came beside me.  I turned over to him and said.

“This is Bard’s Coronation as King, isn’t it?”

“Aye.” He replied with a soft nod and a warm smile.  “Ever since you told me about this man, I’ve been keeping tabs on him. I can see now why you’ve stuck around him and his ancestor Girion. They are both honorable men. Thinking of others before themselves.”

“That’s what also made them great friends. Even when most of the mortals would bow before me like some God, I didn’t wish for that all the time. It wasn’t until Girion that he came to respect me for me, and not just for my creation. Same with Bard.”

“Come. We best get to the castle if you wish to see your friend be crowned King.” He took my hand then much like how I’ve seen the world pass by when I would use Makkari’s speed, we were suddenly at the Great Hall.

From the ceiling to the floors everything was decorated for the ceremony.  A large banquet was prepared and dozens upon dozens of barrels filled with ale and wine were being brought out.  We walked out of the banquet hall and soon stood before the throne room.

Already hundreds of people were starting to gather around waiting for the arrival of their new King.  Cain and I took a spot at the very corner of where the throne stood on top of three stairs, and at its side two grand staircases.

“I—I can’t even…..this is—”

“I know. It’s a lot to take in. I know it was the first time I ever did it, although for me I can only sense the aurora and heartbeats of everyone.”

“No. Well I mean yes this ability in itself is hard to put into words. What I meant was—my friend Bard. A man whom I’ve known to be born and bred a Bargeman, a descendent from a King. A king of this very city no less, is reclaiming his family’s rightful place on the throne of Dale. I’d never thought I’d live to see this day. Thank you brother.”

“I knew how special he is to you little sister. Even if you couldn’t be there in person to see him crowned, I felt it’s only fair that you at least get to see it with your own eyes, even if it’s through spiritual means.” Soon the horns began to sound off.  Everyone soon quietened down as they turned towards the two grand staircases that stood on either side of the throne.

Coming down the other staircase furthest away from us I looked up and smiled warmly, for coming down the steps arm and arm of each other were Bard’s children.  Bain, Sigrid and Tilda who were now much older and taller when last I saw them.

Sigrid looked every bit like her mother as she now held a mature woman’s face.  Her hair done up in an elegant wave and she wore a floor length light grey dress. Bain looked to be just as tall (maybe even taller) than his father now.  His hair longer and he was starting to grow out some facial hair.  His face now showing the signs of a boy coming into manhood and he wore a royal green tailcoat with some gold embroidery of leaf circlets along the front of the vest, white trousers, and underneath the green vest he wore a blue Jodhpur suit and a stunning blue cravat tied around his neck along with some black boots.

And Tilda.  Sweet little—well I guess I shouldn’t call her little anymore.  She was starting to become a young lady now standing right up to Sigrid’s height now.  She wore a dark navy blue floor length dress and her hair so curled up that it bounced to the tips of her shoulders.

“The three young royal heirs! Princess Sigrid, Prince Bain, and Princess Tilda.” An announcer proclaimed loud and proud as Bard’s children continued to walk down the stairs with grace, poise and elegance.  

They stood before the crowd and either bowed or did a deep curtsey and everyone did the same thing back to the young heirs, giving forth their faith and respect for the future rulers of Dale.  The children soon stood on either side of the throne and soon the doors in the back opened up.

The sound of drums playing as the royal guard soon came marching in rows of two.  The young Captain of the Guard counting off each step with a loud and proud exclamation as they marched further into the Great Hall between the audience.  The captain soon called out ‘Halt!’ and the royal guard stopped.

“About face!” the two rows of guards turned towards the soldier in the other row.  Their stances tall and stiff and their faces stoic and firm.  The horns soon sounded off again as the royal band now began to play and everyone directed their attention upwards towards the other staircase.

Soon coming out dressed in full regal red and black, his hair now slightly shorter and well-groomed back.  His face clear of the dirt and grim he’d had to endure from Laketown but his eyes held the wisdom of a man that had seen a lot, endured and persevered.  It was my dear friend Bard.

He turned towards all of us and with pride in his step, he slowly descended from the staircase.  My heart soared with joy and proudness for my beloved Bargeman.  I know that he’ll be a great King as will his son, and the rest of his descendants to come (like I know it would’ve been had Smaug not lay waste to the city and killed Girion).

Bard finally reached the bottom of the staircase and the people of Laketown bowed before their new king while his children gave their father a proud and happy smile.  Bard acknowledged each and every one of his people as well as his children as he was guided to the throne by none other than Percy.

Bard first had his back towards his people as he approached the throne then finally turned to face everyone as he slowly sat down.  Percy then gave to Bard the refurbished (probably thanks to my Dwarf friends of Erebor) the Staff of the King and the Sovereign’s Orb. Bard took each of these in the respect hand and then being brought out by Gale was the crown.

A beautiful golden crown with a 3 pointed oak leaf on each tip of the crown.  A bright shaped star at the bottom center of the crown with a single ruby placed at its center, and intricate spines going along the crown in the Infinity symbol, symbolizing the crown bearer’s eternal reign in History, no matter how much time has passed.

Percy took the crown from the velvet pillow Gale had it on and showed it before us all as he came over to Bard and placed it on top of his head.  All the while, Hilda soon came up and spoke to Bard before the audience.

“Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the people of Dale according to the statures of your Council and Advisors and the respected members of your kingdom? Will you in your power cause law and justice in mercy. To be executed in all judgements?” Percy stepped down as Bard turned towards each of his children who gave him a nod.

“I solemnly promise so to do.” Bard replied.  He soon stood up from his throne, the Staff and Orb still in his hand as the band began playing another song and from the upper balcony, the choir soon sang the royal coronation song of the King of Dale.

“Present arms!” the Captain cried out as the soldiers withdrew their swords and held them outward.  Bard then walked between the row of soldiers.  I left Cain’s side and walked through the crowd keeping my eyes on Bard until both he and I reached the end of the row as the song came to an end.

I walked around and stood before him, my eyes brimming with pride as well as tears just as three loud bangs were heard from a staff. It was then the same royal announcer proclaimed to the audience.

“Presenting; his Majesty. Bard descendant of Girion, King of Dale!” a solemn smile came at the corner of Bard’s lips as he closed his eyes and took it all in.  There was no going back now, but when his eyes opened and I saw that fierce and determined look in his eyes, I knew he was ready.

He no longer needed me to guide him anymore but I would still keep my tabs on him.

I bowed down to my very knees before him and I whispered to him.

“I knew you could do it my dear bargeman. Become the Great King I know you’ll be.” As I looked up at him, the vision began to fade and the bright light consumed me once more.

I let out a gasp and panted heavily and Cain’s voice and touch brought me back to earth.

“Deep breaths, deep breaths. It’s alright, it’s alright.” I looked up at Cain and immediately embraced him.

“Thank you. Thank you so much for allowing me to see him crowned on his big day.” Cain embraced me back.

“I had hoped you would reclaim some control of Druig’s power before that time. All you needed was just a bit of help to see how I view the world.”

“I—again I don’t know how to thank you. If I were ready to go back, there’s no doubt I’d be there in person to see him crowned.”

“I know. And I know he knows that too, but he understood why you had to leave. And there’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll see your friend Bard again in the near future.”

“You think so?”

“I know my sister all too well. You have such a kind heart, and unlike the rest of our kin you’ve always formed a true connection with every race of Middle Earth.” He cupped the side of my face, gently wiping away a tear.

“I know he’ll do great things. Just like Girion.”

“As do I sister, as do I.”

Years and years went by after Cain’s surprise.  Every day I was growing stronger in my Celestial magic, not just with my sibling’s magic but my own as well.  With my own powers I’ve finally accepted my role as the Celestial of Death and had a better understanding of my powers and didn’t need to feel afraid to use it.

Cain and I also continued to grow closer with each other. Like I had said before, whilst I was here training and doing my own healing, I noticed how Cain was starting to accept his grief too.  Whenever he went out to Harad to do his good deeds, he wasn’t as rageful as before but he still made his threats very clear to anyone who did the innocent harm.

There was no longer a festering bubble of regret, rage, sorrow or guilt anymore within him.  He felt at peace with himself (I’ll also admit that I allowed his beloved Yvaine’s spirit to speak through me as well as his children).  That day especially seemed to allow Cain to forgive himself for what happened on that Mountain during the Fall of Gondolin.

Now there was a different feeling festering inside of me. I stood on top of the Mountain cliffs that overlooked the entire jungle and I knew that it was time.

“You’ve been feeling it for a while, haven’t you?” Cain said as he walked up to me and stood by my side at the edge of the cliff.

“I can never hide anything from you.”

“Even without my enhanced senses I could probably tell just from the structure of your facial muscles.”

“I didn’t know how to break it to you gently without hurting your feelings.” Cain touched my shoulder and I turned to face him.

“It’s been a total of 20 years since you’ve came to me. 20 years that we’ve gotten to finally know one another. There is nothing you could do that could hurt me. It is time.”

“For the Celestial of Death to make her return to Middle Earth.” A determined smirk came across Cain’s face as the winds began to shift. My destiny awaiting and the winds changing in my favor.

We were back at the cabin and I was packing away a few things for my trip until I would reach the next town or kingdom I would come across. Cain also gave me a silver ring with a black gem at the center.

He told me that this ring would conceal my true power from Sauron until the time was right.  And that I alone would decide when I would show the world my true strength. As I packed up the last of the food in my pack I turned to Cain and said.

“Can I be honest though brother?” he nodded.  “I—honestly have no idea where to go first.” He softly chuckled and said.

“If I may make a suggestion; head to Rohan. King Thengel is its current ruler. Ask to join among his ranks. But there is also a young soldier there that you should meet.” I tilted my head in interest.  A soldier? “You were once well acquainted with his father Arathorn. And I know you saw him to be a good man much like you did Bard, now it is time the son met you and saw you as a friend and ally.”

I smiled at the mention of Arathorn’s name.  I knew he had bared a son but I was never told of his child’s name.

“What is his name?” I asked.

“He’s serving under the name of Thorongil in King Thengel’s army. In the Wild, he’s known as Strider. His true name—you must earn that knowledge for yourself.” I nodded as I hung the pack over my shoulder.

“Thank you Cain.” I said sincerely.  “For everything.” My chin wobbled before I raced over and embraced him tightly.  He held onto my with just as much strength as I was holding him, burying his face into my neck.

“Remember this Sister Hela; should you ever need me. Look to the moon. And know that I will always be watching over you in your travels.” I nuzzled my face into his chest before we looked at each other once more. His hands mapping out my entire face one last time as tears ran down both our faces until he pressed his forehead and nose against mine.

I closed my eyes and drew in his strength as well as his scent trying to remember this moment with my brother.  Who knows when I’ll be able to see him again.  His hand cupped the back of my head as he pressed a lingering and loving kiss on my forehead.

“May the Valar and the spirits of our kin protect you.” He said in Celeste.

“My heart will weep till we meet again brother Cain.” I replied back to him.  He smiled solemnly before giving me another kiss to my forehead and pressing his forehead against mine once again.

After what felt like an eternity of bidding each other farewell with kisses and affectionate Celestial gestures, I separated from him and walked away from him.  I didn’t even bother using Makkari’s speed until I was well out of the jungle (hoping for more time to remember all the good memories I had here these past 20 years with my brother).  Then once I was in the clearing, I took off with such speed, I swear I might’ve done a sonic boom.

*Cain’s POV*

It took every ounce of my will power to not keep Hela here at my side.  I knew she was strong—no stronger than any Celestial before her (she might even be stronger than Ajak herself).  I knew not to worry for her safety but—as a brother you can’t help but worry for your younger siblings.

I heard her take off using Makkari’s Celestial speed and I knew then that she was gone to fulfill the duties of us Celestials.  I bowed my head solemnly taking a sharp breath in through my nose as a tear slid down my face.

I then turned back and headed back inside my cabin and praying to my beloved Yvaine to help me watch over my little sister in her travels and to keep her safe.

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Carrying their sleeping loves to bed

Thorin: *lovingly looking down at a sweet sleeping Bilbo in his arms*

Thranduil: *Bard in one arm, Y/N in the other, carrying them under their bums like awkward toddlers*

Thranduil: “They’re not heavy but that doesn’t seem fair.”

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Imagine you and Bard getting caught after causing trouble in Laketown…

Bard looked at Braga as the man had a tight hold against your wrist. He had taken a shortcut and pushed Bard aside before grabbing you in retaliation.

Bard swiped the fabric closest to him and lifted it high for the leader of the guards to see. He had hoped it was something he could use to barter your freedom… but it was a very sheer nightgown.

Thinking on his feet, Bard blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Your wife would look lovely in this.” He suggested and caught a quirk of your brow, reasonably unimpressed.

This struck a nerve with the captain, who absentmindedly tightened his hold which made you wince. 

“What do you know of my wife?” Braga demanded.

Bard softened his sarcasm and turned it into sincerity. “Well, I know her as well as any man in this town.” He shrugged. 

Braga snapped and pulled you forcefully until he had you by the arm and leaning over the icy Laketown water. The man was very aware of how much Bard had grown tense and enjoyed it.

“Let’s see if your humour follows them when they take the plunge.”

One of the guards fastened a cloth around your mouth and slammed the hilt of his sword against your head. Without a moment to spare, the captain let you go.

Bard saw you hit the water and attempted to jump in but the captains men stopped him. There was a scuffle but he was overpowered and hit across the head, effectively knocking him out. His last thought was of you being lost to the icy depths of the water.

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A Beast Of A Man | Bard the Bowman x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Can I request smth fluffy with werewolf male reader x bard (from the hobbit)?

With prompt “Gentlemen like me have to be very careful of what we do and say” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bard's husband is by no means an ordinary Man, but Bard loves him too much to care anyway.

: ̗̀➛ brief mentions of violence

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Bard knew where he was going as he travelled down the long, winding path; the slick mud and soaked clay clinging to his boots and making him slip and slide every now and then the further he went.

Following large, stretched paw prints that seemed to have been made by an expert; much larger than a wolf, and far bigger than any warg either.

Unlike the infamous gaurhoth, though, this was a beast turned from Man by infection. A beast that could not speak wolf language, and nor was it constant in its animalistic body. No, this beast stood on two legs like an ordinary Man, yet much taller; it had a long muzzle, adorned with great sharp teeth and shaggy, dark grey fur.

At the end of its long, muscular arms, sat giant paws with thick, sharpened claws. It was as if a wolf had been made to walk on two legs, but with the great strength of the best of Dwarves.

But upon reaching the clearing, and seeing none other than a Man lying down at the end of the pawprinted tracks, Bard smiled; he cleared his throat as he came to sit down beside you, playing his bag beside your bare chest.

He reached out, gently tapping your arm and letting out a sigh of relief when you grumbled and began to stir.

"The children were asking for you," he started, "they asked why you missed out on my birthday party yesterday."

You let out a long, guilt ridden sigh. "Was that yesterday?"

"It was," Bard nodded. "I told them that you were called away, and that you would be back by this evening... they missed having their other father around."

You frowned, chest stinging as you realised the mistake that you had made. "Bard, I-"

"Don't apologise," he told you quietly. "I know how difficult it is to control it... that... infection. I don't blame you."

"No, I know, but..." you slowly sat up, shaking your head. "I promised that I would be there for Bain, Sigrid and Tilda - what will they think of me now?"

"No less of you," he insisted. "You treat them like they're your own, and they know that. It was one birthday, I don't think any less of you."

You glared at him for a moment, shaking your head. "You should. I missed your birthday, I let the children down, I... I fail at everything. Fatherhood, being a husband... a Man."

Bard put his arm around you, shaking his head as he gently kissed your temple. "I don't think you have, at all. You've been a wonderful father, and a wonderful husband. Your affliction doesn't matter."

You leaned into him, humming as you put your arm around his lower back and smiled. "You mean that?"

"Of course," he said softly, kindly. "I brought you some clothes, in that bag. It's my shirt, but I remember Gandalf telling me that men with your infection can be calmed down a little with familiar scents."

"Thank you," you chuckled softly. "But if you want me to wear your shirts, you can just say."

Bard shrugged as he hummed softly, licking his lips. "Well, I've never been the best at lying - you know that."

"And gentlemen like me have to be very careful of what we say and do."

You pulled away from him, aware of his gaze fixated on your body as you pulled the trousers from his bag; quickly tugging them on before sighing heavily. The cloth was warm against your skin, and although you did appreciate his efforts more than anything else, you also couldn't deny that you also appreciated his gaze.

He looked at you like you were fantastic, like you had the combined glory and breathtaking scenes of a woodland in fresh spring rain; like you held the entirety of Middle Earth on your shoulders, willing to kneel and give it to him. He looked at you as if you were his soil, his sky, his water, and his air.

He looked at you like you were everything, and even when you settled yourself on his lap once you were dressed, he didn't look at you any differently.

Slowly, Bard laid his hands on the backs of your thighs, keeping you close as he tilted his head to the side. "Is it at least getting better?"

You nodded, putting your hands on his shoulders as you let out a long sigh. "A little bit. It's been easier to control since Gandalf took me to see Radagast."

"I'm glad," Bard said softly, nodding as he dared to smile. "And the... urges?"

"Not as often, or as powerful," you smiled back, patting his shoulder twice to let him know that you really were quite alright. "Honest, Bard. Thanks to you, I'm all alright - more or less tip top condition. Promise."

Bard held his hand out, waiting for you to link your fingers with his. "Two squeezes?"

You squeezed his hand twice. "Two squeezes."

His shoulders slumped as he let out a drawn out breath, swallowing thickly and daring to smile. "You picked the right place, mind you."

"Pardon?"

"This," he mused. "Isn't it where we first met?"

"You mean where I first saved you?" You asked with a scoff, and when he glared playfully, you shook your head. "Don't be shy, Bard. You can admit you were all but overwhelmed by that warg."

"But I had you to save me," he whispered.

"You always will," you whispered. "I might not be as strong or as fierce as a dragon, but I will always, always protect you and the children. You're..."

"Family?" He asked quietly.

You nodded slowly. "You're my family... and, if you looked under your pillow this morning, you'd find what I made for you."

He tilted his head, curious as he hummed and raised his brows slightly. "Then we best get going and get back home, don't you think?"

You hummed, shaking your head for a moment before pressing your face against his throat. "Now in a minute, eh?"

Slowly, Bard closed his eyes as he fought back the urge to grin. "Alright."

#mlem writes #bard the bowman x reader #bard the bowman imagine #bard the bowman #bard the hobbit #bard x reader #bard x you #bard imagine #bard #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #the hobbit x y/n #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit fanfic #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit bard #the hobbit an unexpected journey #the hobbit movies #the hobbit #lotr x reader #lotr x you #lotr x y/n #lotr imagine #lotr fic #lotr fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lotr #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings x you #lord of the rings x y/n

[theaskywalker]

Imagine being Bard's sister and helping him smuggle Thorin and the rest into Lake Town

Masterlist

#the hobbit #an unexpected journey #desolation of smaug #battle of the five armies #thorin and company #thorin oakenshield #fili durin #kili durin #balin #dwalin #bofur #bifur #bombur #dori the dwarf #nori the dwarf #ori the dwarf #bilbo baggins #bard the bowman #bard x reader #imagines #the hobbit imagines #middle earth #lake town #third age #smuggling #dwarves

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Fluffuary 2023 Day 17: Rainy Day- Bard x OC

Bard x Roslyn

Description: Roslyn knows the cure to Tilda's fear of thunderstorms.

Word Count: 1.2k

Challenge made by the lovely @darthglitterfanfictionnfiction

While Roslyn loved blue skies and clear days, she absolutely adored rainfall. Just like with sunshine, it is a foundation to build better foliage in the nature that they were fortunate enough to be surrounded by. It reminds her how beautiful the earth is. And speaking of beauty, it itself is beautiful the way it mixes with the sun to bring rainbows for people to admire. There wasn’t a thing she didn’t love about rain. 

What Roslyn didn’t know was that Bard’s youngest daughter, Tilda, was afraid of rainstorms. She had only known Bard and his children for a few months as she helped the people of Laketown rebuild and settle in Dale after Smaug destroyed their homes. He had become the leader of the city, and he had asked her to stay after she protected Bain, Sigrid and Tilda during the Battle of Five Armies. They began courting only a few months ago, but Bard had graciously allowed her to stay with them as she had no place to live. During that time she had gotten to know his children, helping them with their day to day lives as they helped her adjust to living in society after having lived in a forest for many years. 

Today seemed like any other. Well, aside from the gray clouds that seemed to roll in overnight and the distant rumbling of thunder. Roslyn woke up that morning with a smile on her face after noticing the weather. It was the first rainfall since they’d moved to Dale, and she just couldn’t wait for the day ahead. She went around the house making sure everyone was awake like she usually did, then was confused to see Tilda still in bed. 

“Tilda, it’s time to wake up,” she called softly from the doorway. 

“I’m awake,” the young girl responded in a small voice, slightly muffled by her blanket as she’d pulled the covers over her head. Immediately Roslyn became worried, but before she could question Tilda, Bain spoke from behind her. 

“Good luck trying to get her out of bed. She’s afraid of thunderstorms, refuses to come out of hiding,” he explained. The Sorceress found herself perplexed by that. She’d never known someone to be afraid of rain - though, to be fair, until a few months ago she hadn’t had a lot of human contact. 

“Is that true, Tilda?” She asked in a gentle tone, walking over to sit on the edge of the girl’s bed. There wasn’t a verbal answer, but she could see the covers move as Tilda nodded her head in confirmation. 

“You know, I understand that sometimes the thunder and lightning can be scary. Even I get scared of it,” she admitted, which made Tilda move her covers aside to peek at her with a surprised gaze. 

“Really?” 

“Mhm. Sometimes it catches me by surprise and scares me, but I know that it can’t hurt me,” she soothed, eyes landing on the window across the room as she watched water droplets hit it as if it were a song. “Besides, there are many good qualities to rain.” 

“Like what?” Tilda asked. Roslyn offered her a comforting smile and rested a gentle hand on the slide of her head. 

“Well, rain is what helps the grass grow in that field we always go to so that we may have a comfortable place to sit. It aids in the blooming of the pretty flowers that you make my flower crown of. 

And the rainbows that come after the storm? Its beauty is unmatched compared to anything I’ve ever seen. Well, except you,” she said, earning a giggle from the child, which in turn made her smile. “My point is, Tilda, that there is nothing for you to be afraid of.” Though Tilda looked comforted, she didn’t seem totally convinced. That’s when an idea popped into her head. Without a second thought she stood up and held out her hand to the girl. 

“May I show you something?” She asked, not missing the way the child hesitated. “I promise I will not let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?” 

That seemed to be enough to get Tilda out of bed. Roslyn instructed her to change into the clothes she cared about the least before waiting in the living room for her. Once she walked in, the Sorceress gently took her hand and led her to the front door. Just before she opened it she stopped and looked at Tilda again. 

“Do you trust me?” She repeated her earlier question.

“I trust you,” Tilda nodded affirmingly. Once she had confirmation Roslyn opened the door to reveal the shower of rain that covered the city. Immediately the girl gripped her hand just a little tighter out of instinct, though she loosened her grip when Roslyn offered her a reassuring squeeze. 

Bard and his family lived in the center of town so people could find him and Roslyn, which meant that they were directly in front of the square. It was mostly deserted, anyone who dared to come outside during weather like this still stayed under covers like awnings and balconies for as long as they could without getting wet. That gave Roslyn more than enough space to do what she was about to do. So, the woman let go of Tilda’s hand all together and stepped into the rain without a second thought. 

“Roslyn! What are you doing?” The young girl questioned in bewilderment. 

“Dancing!” She answered with a wide smile as she faced her, now walking backwards into the square with her hands outstretched towards her. “Join me!” 

For a few minutes Tilda just stared at her in shock. Roslyn ultimately dropped her hands and danced in the rain without a care in the world, ignoring the confused stares she was receiving. Then, after a short while, she noticed the girl hesitantly take a step into the rain, flinching at the initially cold raindrops, and ran over to her. She took the woman’s hands in hers and they began spinning around. 

Bain and Sigrid eventually joined in when they realized what was going on. It seemed that their fun was alluring because more and more people began to join in, dancing with their loved ones. Roslyn mostly made sure the children were having fun, splashing them when she jumped in puddles and receiving the same treatment afterwards. After a bit Roslyn realized that the others had stopped dancing and were staring at something. She turned and followed their gazes and was met with Bard just a few feet in front of her. Her eyes widened as she watched him take in the scene in front of him. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but she desperately hoped he wasn’t upset that she had done this. 

Then she did the only thing she could think to do at that moment: she held her hand out invitingly to him. Bard stared at it for a moment while everyone watched, and she grew more and more anxious by the second. But he surprised her by smiling and taking her hand, lifting it up so she could twirl, which she did with a joyous (and relieved) laugh. That was everyone else’s cue to continue with what they were doing. Bard continued to dance with Roslyn and the children, and the Sorceress couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Everyone was having fun and spending time together, but most importantly Tilda was no longer afraid of the rain.

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #bard bowman #bard the bowman imagine #bard x oc

[mistergandalf]

ULTIMATE TOLKIEN BLORBO: ROUND ONE IS COMPLETE!

Here’s who won:

Thorin Oakenshield vs. Bard the Bowman

Bilbo Baggins vs. Dwalin

Kili vs. Gandalf

Fili vs. Thranduil

Legolas Greenleaf vs. Éomer

Aragorn vs. Éowyn

Elrond Peredhel vs. Elladan & Elrohir

Frodo Baggins vs. Meriadoc “Merry” Brandybuck

Gimli vs. Peregrin “Pippin” Took

Samwise Gamgee vs. Boromir

Faramir vs. Galadriel

Maedhros vs. Celebrimbor

Maglor vs. Finrod Felagund

Glorfindel vs. Morgoth

Sauron vs. Celegorm

Fingon vs. Fëanor

Looks like the next round is going to be contentious! Hope you’re ready.

And now, for a special announcement…

Did your blorbo lose UNJUSTLY in Round One? Fear not! They shall have their chance to shine! All characters who lose in the primary bracket will get a second chance on the secondary bracket. But if they lose here… welp, guess they’re not cut out for victory…

Rankings to seed this bracket were taken from your votes. Whoever received the most votes (not the highest percentage) was ranked first, and whoever received the least votes was ranked last. Then #1 was paired with #16, #2 with #15, etc.

You may notice there is a new contender! Yes, Arwen Undómiel has entered the competition! Because of the way I pulled data from AO3, I accidentally eliminated her, and she totally deserves to be here. So to right my wrongs, I have removed Dwalin from the running as he lost by the largest margin. For maximum fairness, she has been paired with Finrod as he was in the very center of the data.

New polls will be posted starting 12pm EDT (GMT -4) tomorrow (or today, if you’re in Europe). I will be posting polls for the primary bracket first, then the secondary bracket the next day. May the best blorbo win!

And now, for some analytics…

Who got the most votes?

Éowyn blew everyone else out of the water with a staggering 1,699 votes to her name. I imagine this is due to the very intense campaigning between her and Aragorn.

Who got the least votes?

Elladan & Elrohir, with 174 votes. You are small but mighty, twin fans!

Which races were the most contentious?

Aragorn vs. Éowyn was the most widely-circulated poll, but Éowyn managed to win by a 1.8% margin.

Maglor vs. Finrod Felagund was pretty contentious, with the results wavering back and forth over the 50% line basically the entire time. Maglor managed to eke out a 0.8% margin of victory!

Fingon vs. Fëanor was the most contentious of them all, with Fëanor winning by a slim margin of 0.4%. This one also went back and forth! As we all know, Silmarillion fans are extremely passionate, and the notes on these posts prove it.

I have more questions!

Cool! Send me an ask and I’ll give you some answers!

That’s it until next time. Best of luck to your blorbos!

#ultimate tolkien blorbo #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #silmarillion #the silmarillion #tolkien

[random-imagines-blog]

Lord of the Rings Masterlist

In an attempt to organize the blog and keep everything in order, masterlists are being made to join together into a masterlist of masterlists to make it easier for those on mobile. Thanks for being patient! 

⭐ contains smut

Legolas

Oneshots

Prove You Wrong {Legolas Oneshot}

Imagines

Imagine volunteering to be part of the Fellowship just to annoy Legolas.

Imagine Legolas spotting you’re in trouble.

Imagine trying to sneak up on Legolas but he senses your presence.

Aragorn

Oneshots

Taking Pain in Large Doses

Imagines

Imagine being injured in battle and Aragorn taking care of you.

Imagine singing songs with Pippin and Merry, and catching Aragorn’s attention.

Imagine Aragorn coming home to you, bringing you your favorite exotic food.

Imagine being Legolas’s ex but falling for Aragorn.

Imagine Aragorn hearing news that you are betrothed to another.

Gimli

Imagines

Imagine Gimli coming across you in the Mines of Moria.

Boromir

Imagines

Imagine spending your afterlife with Boromir.

Imagine finding yourself in Middle Earth, and becoming close to Faramir and Boromir.

Imagine Boromir taking you home after a battle.

Imagine telling Boromir that you’re pregnant with twins.

 Merry

Imagines

Imagine Merry thinking you’re someone from the fairytales he heard growing up.

Imagine Merry swearing to protect your life with his.

Imagine trying to get Merry’s attention but he’s too busy eating to notice.

Imagine Merry trying to impress you by proving he’s taller than Pippin.

Pippin

Oneshots

A Moment Sometimes

Starfall

Behind the Crimson Door

Imagines

Imagine living with Pippin in The Shire and he brings in a surprise pet one day.

Imagine being put in charge of Pippin.

Imagine Pippin receiving the news that you’ve been injured in battle.

Imagine causing mischief with Pippin.

Frodo

Oneshots

Jenny of Oldstones

Imagines

Imagine Frodo teaching you things he had learned on his adventures.

Imagine taking care of Frodo when he has nightmares after his adventure.

Samwise Gamgee

Oneshots

Imagines

Eomer

Oneshots

Fallen

The Dream

Under the Rose

Imagines

Imagine Eomer seeing you swimming nude.

Imagine Eomer growing angry with the other Riders of Rohan for getting close to you.

Imagine braiding Éomer‘s hair while he sleeps.

Imagine Eomer not being happy that you took Merry under your wing.

Imagine Eomer catching you imitating his speeches.

Faramir

Oneshots

Waiting

We

Personal

The Way Back

Gathering Light

Imagines

Imagine tending to Faramir’s wounds.

Imagine Faramir catching you talking to an ex.

Imagine finding yourself in Middle Earth, and becoming close to Faramir and Boromir.

Imagine Faramir thinking he’ll have to spend his birthday alone.

Imagine always tripping over Faramir’s armor.

Imagine Faramir tickling you.

Imagine Faramir taking care of you while you’re sick.

Haldir

Oneshots

Tonight Tonight

Imagines

Imagine being a bard, and impressing Haldir.

Thranduil

Oneshots

The Bad Place

The Sky is Falling

All the Love

Seeing Stars  

Imagines

Imagine enjoying a rainy day with Thranduil. 

Imagine Thranduil being entranced  by your sleeve tattoo.

Imagine meeting Thranduil to build a bridge between your elven colonies. 

Thorin Oakenshield

Oneshots

Over

Imagines

Imagine Thorin coming across your sketchbook.

 Fili

Imagines

Oneshots

Kili

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine catching Kili staring at you.

Imagine Kili helping you to button your dress before a feast.

Imagine Kili realizing you’re no longer by his side.

Imagine making Kili lose a bet.

Elrond

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being an elf from a place Elrond had never heard of before.

 Bilbo

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine attempting to entice Bilbo on another adventure.

Imagine packing Bilbo’s bag for him before he leaves.

 Bard the Bowman

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Bard the Bowman finding out that you’re one of the few witches in Middle Earth.

 Tauriel

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Tauriel being unable to ease your pain.

Galadriel

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine seeing Galadriel under the light of the Full Moon.

Imagine being an emotional human who falls for Galadriel, a cold elf.

Fellowship in General

Oneshots

The Wild

Imagines

Imagine being a fire mage and being part of the Fellowship.

Imagine the fellowship seeing your face for the first time.

Imagine having a skill with enchantment magic, and joining the fellowship.

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You

The Iconic & Highly Regarded & Devilishly Handsome Welsh 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿Actor & Singer  Of The 21st Century In Cinema 🎥

Luke George Evans was born on Easter Sunday, 15 April 1979, in Pontypool, and brought up in Aberbargoed, the only child of Yvonne and David Evans. He was raised as a Jehovah's Witness, though he left the religion when he was 16 and left school at the same time.

At age 17, he moved to Cardiff, where he studied with singing coach Louise Ryan. In 1997, he won a scholarship to London Studio Centre, then in Kings Cross, London. He graduated in 2000.

He is a Welsh 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 actor and singer. He began his career on the stage, and performed in London's West End productions of Rent, Miss Saigon, and Piaf before making his film breakthrough in the Clash of the Titans 2010 remake. Following his debut, Evans was cast in the action and thriller films Immortals (2011), The Raven (2012), and the re-imagined The Three Musketeers (2011).

In 2013, Evans starred as the antagonist Owen Shaw in Fast & Furious 6, and also played Bard the Bowman in Peter Jackson's three-part adaptation of J. R. R. Tolkien's The Hobbit. 

Evans also portrayed the vampire Dracula in the character's 2014 film origin story Dracula Untold. 

Evans then portrayed Gaston in Disney's live-action adaptation of Beauty and the Beast (2017), psychologist William Moulton Marston in the biographical drama Professor Marston and the Wonder Women (2017), and the Coachman in Disney's live-action remake of Pinocchio (2022). He released his debut album, At Last, on 22 November 2019. In 2020, he starred in a three-part miniseries The Pembrokeshire Murders. In 2021, he had a main role in the Hulu drama miniseries Nine Perfect Strangers. He then starred in the black ops military series Echo 3 (2022).

He Sings Like Gaston & Does A Epic Masterpiece Of Playing Vlad The Impaler aka DRACULA 🧛‍♂️ & Many More Iconic & Popular Films 🎥 & TV Shows 📺 We all Have Seen & Adored Him In

Please Wish This Iconic & Highly Regarded & Devilishly Handsome Welsh 🏴󐁧󐁢󐁷󐁬󐁳󐁿 Actor & Singer  Of The 21st Century In Cinema 🎥

A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

YOU KNOW HIM

YOU GOTTA LOVE HIM

& THE LADIES CANT GET ENOUGH OF HIM. ALRIGHT NOW GIRLS.

HE IS SPOKEN FOR

THE 1 & ONLY

MR. LUKE GEORGE EVANS 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿  Aka Owen Shaw, Dracula 🧛‍♂️, Gaston, & Many More

HAPPY 45TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MR. EVANS 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 & HERE'S TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME #LukeEvans  #FastandFurious6 #TheHobbit #DraculaUntold #BeautyandTheBeast #Scrooge

#Luke Evans #Fast and Furious 6 #The Hobbit #Dracula Untold #Beauty and The Beast #Scrooge #Spotify

[scary-grace]

4 & 5!

Thank you for the ask!

4. Do you think you’ll stop writing for a fandom this year? Which one?

I don't see myself ceasing to write Barduil any time soon, and there's so much left to explore in BNHA that I have a hard time imagining that I'll let that fandom go, either! And I've only got two fandoms. I'm not predicting a ton of changes there.

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

I have a truly horrendous number of WIPs I have my eye on, for both BNHA and Barduil. Since you and I met via Barduil, I'll share a snippet from the fem!Barduil Titanic AU:

Thranduil felt ill as she paced back and forth across the promenade deck. She would have blamed it on the motion of the ship in the waves, but the water was a flat, glassy calm – and even if it wasn’t, it would take more than a few waves to unsettle the Titanic. Thranduil only wished she felt so serene. Nothing about her life had changed between last night and this morning. Everything that had driven her over the railings at the stern was still in place, and expected to continue on into perpetuity. Thranduil could have run to the stern again and hurled herself directly off into the void. She could have. It would have made sense. But when Thranduil woke up that morning, she found herself with something to look forward to – the prospect of seeing Bard Bowman again over dinner in the evening. Then she wondered why she had to wait even that long. “Hey there, stranger.” Somehow Thranduil knew Bard Bowman’s voice, even though she’d heard it so briefly. At the time it confused her, but when she thinks of it now, she knows why – it was the thread that tied her to life that night on the stern, and it was only natural that she should cling to it. “We’re not strangers,” she said, and turned to face Bard again.

new year fic asks

#asks #barduil #bard the bowman #thranduil #bard x thranduil

[prpfs]

⚔️ hey hey ⚔️ i've recently watched The Hobbit and i'm starting the Lord of the Rings, i'm dying to do an rp based around The Hobbit mainly! 🐉 i'm open to doing an oc original plot with the same fantasy like setting that is of Middle Earth. but i would also very much love to do an ocxcc story and more than happy to double up! to double up i would love if we could keep everything together to make it easier and i always finds it so fun letting our ocs interact 🐉 again i'm mostly looking to follow The Hobbit movies or just The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring as that's all i have seen so far. ofc for our plot we can make additions and changes depending on what we want to do. my oc isn't entirely developed yet (i have some basic info) so i'd love if we could discuss more together to develop her and the story. that being said i love having an rp partner who likes to talk ooc, sends different forms of media to each other and all that fun stuff! 🧙🏼‍♂️ alrighty- before i keep going here are some basic rules of mine, i'm honestly super easy to please so don't worry too much! please be literate to advanced literate because i do love details and with so much world-building we'll need it i imagine; i'm totally open to nfsw content and more toxic/dead dove topics as long as they are discussed in private. please be ready to plot together and have a basic understanding of The Hobbit/LOTR. 🧙🏼‍♂️ finally for the most fun part- what canon characters i'm looking to pair with my oc! for a double i'm more than happy to play anyone for you but here's who in specific i am looking for my oc: Thorin Oakenshield, Fili or Kili, Thranduil, Legolas, Bard the Bowman 🧝🏼‍♀️ i'm more active on discord so would love to move there when we get the chance on dms. like and i'll get back to all the likes as soon as possible! 🧝🏼‍♀️

like if you're interested and op will get back to you

#lotr rp #the hobbit rp #lord of the rings rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #ocxcc rp #dead dove

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

LOTR and The Hobbit: Favourite Position

Cowgirl: Being able to see, hold and praise you as you give and take pleasure. Perfect for both submissive or dominant moods, either thanking and praising you or grabbing your hips and fucking into you.

Lindir, Fili, Bilbo and Éomer

Doggy: Filled with adrenaline from battle or stress from a big day. Holding your hips and fucking into you. Grabbing a hold of and slapping your ass. Tangling fingers in your hair and maybe even pulling you up by your hair.

Kili, Haldir, Merry, Aragorn

Missionary: Making love or fucking you. Being able to treasure you or fuck into you. Burying their head in your neck and leaving kisses all over your body. Running your fingers through their hair as sweat gathers on their forehead. Watching the way your breasts move and sucking onto your nipples.

Boromir, Pippin, Bard, Samwise

Reverse cowgirl: Holding your hips and grabbing onto your thighs and ass. Sitting up and whispering in your ear as they pinch your nipple and suck your neck. Thrusting up into you and watching your head fall back. Rubbing your clit as you fall apart.

Thorin, Legolas, Thranduil

#lotr #lotr imagine #the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #Lindir imagine #Fili imagine #Bilbo imagine #eomer imagine #Kili imagine #Haldir imagine #merry imagine #Aragorn imagine #Boromir imagine #pippin imagine #bard the bowman imagine #samwise imagine #Thorin imagine #legolas imagine #Thranduil imagine

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine Bard looking for you after the destruction of Laketown...

“Da, Y/n saved us.” Sigrid informed as she pulled back from her father’s hug. “We were sailing out and a beam started to swing towards us and Y/n jumped off the boat to stop it so we could get out. They went under the water. You have to find them.” 

“I’m not leaving you.” He told his three kids, all of whom looked at him with something akin to disappointment and shock. 

“Da.” Bane stepped forward. “We’ll be okay. You should make sure Y/n is safe.”

Bard didn’t want to leave them but his heart ached at the thought of you being missing. Giving his children a parting kiss, he left them in the capable hands of Tauriel the Elf before running off to where people were washing up on the sand. 

His new focus being to find the person who stole the heart of his whole family. 

“Y/n!” He called out. “Has anyone seen Y/n?” 

He was either ignored or faced with people shaking their heads. No one he came across had heard of your whereabouts and it filled his stomach with dread and fear. You meant everything to his children - to him. 

Then, he saw you. When he laid eyes on you, his mind forgot about the rest of the world. Storming over, he swept you into his arms and placed a hard kiss over your mouth. “You’re alive.” He whispered.

Still reeling from the attack and now dazed from the kiss, you were about to speak but Bard’s eyes travelled up to the large wound on your forehead.

“You’re hurt.” He frowned, with no time to waste. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Bard. The children...” 

“They’re safe.” 

You let out a sigh of relief and sank into his chest. “I tried to get them out but I was trapped under the surface.”  

Bard held you close, his clothes were still damp but his body radiated heat and comfort. “I know. Thank you.”

You managed a small smile amidst the chaos and revelled in Bard’s warmth while you could. Despite making it out of the dragon fire, the icy water of Laketown rattled your bones.  

“It doesn’t mean that I’m not upset with you.” Bard said suddenly. 

Frowning, you peeled yourself off him with utter confusion. Bard’s eyes were staring back and there was a flash of disappointment on his eyes. 

“The kids almost lost you.” He explained. But as quick as his anger came, it changed back to something soft and familiar. Bard leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours, his nose brushing lightly before his lips ghosted above your own almost like a tease. “I almost lost you.” 

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[mlmxreader]

Just Be You | Bard the Bowman x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Bard

58 “It looks good on you, you should wear it more often” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bard is having doubts about himself when it comes to meeting your family.

: ̗̀➛ swearing

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Bard grumbled as he looked at himself in the mirror, frowning as he doubted that he looked good enough.

He was going to meet your family for the first time, and he was quite nervous in all honesty; he knew your family weren't much better off than his own, coming from a farm in the next town over and making very little despite the hours and hours of hard labour.

He knew they wouldn't judge his situation, either; two children of his own, he was more than glad that your family immediately agreed to accept both of them as yours as well.

But months of courtship suddenly felt like too little as he ran a hand through his hair and wondered if he should cut it. Maybe he should have neatened himself up a bit more.

But with Bain, Sigrid and Tilda off at their schoolmates' homes for the weekend for various birthday parties and sleepovers, Bard felt a little outnumbered.

Even when you walked in with a fresh cup of tea, putting your arm on his shoulder and smiling at him through the mirror, he felt a little out of place. Out of depth.

"What is it?" You asked, tilting your head to the side and pressing the mug into his hand. "C'mon, cough it up."

He let out a long sigh, chewing at the inside of his lip. "Are you sure this looks alright?"

You nodded as you hummed, daring to tug at the lapel of his soft fur jacket. It was one of the best ones he had, a medium brown colour with a thicker fur trim on the inside, collar and ends of the sleeves.

You rarely saw him wear it anymore, even though it looked so good on him; you bit at the inside of your lip, pushing certain thoughts from your mind before clearing your throat and daring to kiss his cheek.

"I love that coat," you told him softly. "It looks good on you, you should wear it more often."

Bard glared at you for a second, shaking his head. "And what of the rest?"

"The white shirt is a good start," you mused, stepping in front of him and resting your hand on his chest. "The black trousers are also good..."

"But?"

"But," you couldn't help but to laugh a little as you shrugged. "You're quite a distraction."

He rolled his eyes, putting the cup of tea to the side and gently taking your wrists in his hands, holding them to his chest. "I want to make a good impression."

"I know," you told him softly, daring to steal a quick kiss. "I don't doubt that you will... trust me, my family already told you when they wrote - Bain, Sigrid and Tilda are already part of us. Why wouldn't they accept you?"

"I look awful," he huffed.

"You look like a man that works on the barges," you said softly. "I don't want you to pretend to be something you're not just to make an impression. We're no better off than you are. They won't mind."

"I stink of fish," Bard huffed.

"And usually I stink of horse shit whenever I come over," you pointed out. "It's alright. Be your usual self. Please, even just for me?"

"Alright," he nodded, daring to smile. "Do you really like the coat that much?"

"Definitely," you grinned. "I wonder why you stopped wearing it so much."

Bard knew why, he wanted at least one half decent coat for whenever he was seen with you; he was proud to be a man of the people, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to look good for you. To look like he actually put in effort for once.

Even though you kept telling him that just being present was plenty enough effort for you. He knew how much you put in for him; helping the children with their studies and taking them out for meals and to visit different places.

Bard knew that you treated them like one of your own, and he was glad of it, really. But it was the effort you put in for him, as well. He wasn't stupid. Bard saw how you always paused at the bottom of the ladder to fix your clothes and to make yourself look presentable for him after spending all day on the farm.

He saw you change out of your boots and into a pair of somewhat better ones that you carried with you. He saw how you put in so much effort to look good for him.

"Suppose I just don't think about it," he said, daring to smile as he tugged you a little closer. "Maybe you can borrow it next time."

You put both hands on his chest, grinning at him as you nodded. "I'd like that... it's a shame the children can't come with us."

He nodded slowly. "I'm sure they would have liked to have come."

"As long as you're alright with my gran insisting that they eat tonnes of cake and sweets," you chuckled. "Maybe next time."

As outnumbered and nervous as he felt, Bard was actually glad that the children couldn't join in meeting your family; he would have hated it if he had disappointed them by making a bad impression, even if you were adamant that he would never.

There was always a chance; a wrong choice of words here, a stumble there, dropping something, not realising how things were done - he knew it was easy to make mistakes.

He was well aware that your family had expectations; you were only a few years younger than Bard, and he knew full well that you would be expected to take over the farm and to settle down and marry someone who would help.

You didn't seem to care, though, as whenever he brought it up, you admitted that you didn't mind if he wanted to stay in Lake-town as a bargeman. If he was happy, you were happy.

"I love you," Bard admitted quietly, bringing your hands to his lips and gently kissing your fingertips.

You grinned, sight getting a bit blurry as your face felt hot. You swallowed thickly. "That's the first time you said that..."

He paused, eyes widening as it dawned on him. "So it is."

"I love you, too," you whispered, gently pulling your hands from his grasp so that you could cup his cheeks, kissing him softly. "I love you... trust me, tonight is going to go just fine. They'll love you. Just be... you. Be the Bard I fell in love with, yeah?"

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[vbee-miya]

Hello! Could I get a written matchup for stranger things and lotr? I’m an intp with she/her pronouns. Im 20. I’m bi so any gender is fine. For personality I’m creative, introverted, and individualistic. Though I’m introverted, around my friends/when I’m comfortable I can be quite talkative and humorous. However, I definitely treasure my alone time the most. Im a very big homebody and can be very hermit introvert sometimes. As for bad traits, I am sometimes the worst pessimist when it comes to myself. I’ll be fine motivating others but then when it comes to me I live by the “be ready for the worst and you wont be disappointed” As for hobbies escaping to new worlds while reading books/comics, watching movies, and playing rpg video games. My favorite genres are fantasy and sci-fi, though I do love a good classic from time to time. Apart from that, I love working out. My interests on the other hand are art focused. I’m currently in art school working with mostly digital mediums, though I sometimes work with traditional. I love my practice and everything including, game, web and interaction design, video art and visual effects, 3D modeling and character design, and digital illustration. Sometimes I whip out graphite and ink. A list of random likes: coffee, chai tea, dark chocolate, rock/blues/jazz/80s pop/soundtrack music, cafe art shows, arcades, comic book stores, purple, thai/Indian/Chinese food, roller blading to classic rock, quality alone time. A random list of dislikes: people i am unfamiliar with and have to make small talk with, the biting cold, rain, non fiction, staying too close to reality and not being allowed to daydream/imagine/roam freely in my thoughts, physical touch, overly crowded areas. I think that’s it thank you!

༺❀༻ matchup ༺❀༻

absolutely! (1) here's the lotr one

peregrin took

fool of a took

if im honest i was very much debating if i should’ve paired you up with someone from the hobbit even though the request said lotr reason being is that i think bard the fine bowman would’ve suit ya just fine.

anyways that’s was my little spiel, peregrin fool of a took. both of you share that almost introverted persona though if you ask me pippin does talk quite a lot and i don’t think it’s the beer doing that. when you’re around him he’s a blabbering mess story this story that song time with merry this dancing jig with merry that. you know your typical hobbit things.

one thing is for sure, he’d definitely get groovy to 80’s pop. that man knows his lyrics and dances. it’s only natural for a hobbit to know songs of all sorts anyways.

pip though no matter how much energy he’s got up his bones, he’ll take a moment to settle back down to reality and he’s pretty quick with it i’d say. instant sobriety. he would check up on you from time to time and would ask if you wanted to leave which he wouldn’t mind at all doing.

he’d support you in all your passions and even though you doubt yourself in some ways or another on pip’s radar he’s not letting that slide. he’ll give you words of encouragement and if that doesn’t work he’ll make sure it works. cause he’s a determined fella who just wants what’s best for the ones he loves.

headcanon, pippin definitely plays video games specifically any rpg games. you wouldn’t catch him playing over watch or any cod.

he’s not much of a work out fanatic, but if you want to go on a stroll around middle earth he probably wouldn’t be against it.

he would think your models and visual designs are the coolest thing ever and would constantly ask you how this how that. can this can that.

little headcanon that every morning a fresh cup of nicely brewed chai tea would be up and ready and a nice bark of thinly sliced dark chocolate bits would be sitting on the table ready for you. and i’d say all that was a last minute preparation before pippin would go hopping back to his bed.

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[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Aid For Laketown Part 2- Bard Bowman x OC

Bard Bowman x Roslyn Stardust

Description: Since the people of Laketown had moved into Dale, they’d been noticing their new leader becoming close to a certain sorceress. Luckily he saves them the grief and confronts her about his feelings fairly quickly. 

Word Count: 1.5k

The Battle of the Five Armies had been a brutal sight indeed, and one that Roslyn could have gone her whole life without seeing or experiencing. She did learn something though: sometimes bad things happen so that good things may prosper. It was because the battle took place that King Thorin saw the error of his greedy ways. He opened the gates of Erebor to the people of Dale and offered them enough to get them started and help them prosper as they rebuilt their kingdom. 

Roslyn opted to stay with the people of Laketown and offer her services once again, be it by healing those wounded in battle or helping pass out food. Thankfully her magic was of service, and the rebuilding and such were coming along nicely. It wasn’t lost on anyone that she had gotten considerably close with the new King of Dale. Anytime someone couldn’t find one of them, it was pretty much guaranteed that they would be with the other. Bard simply explained that she was offering her advice on how they should move forward with a certain task, or Roslyn would elucidate and say that she was helping Bain, Sigrid and Tilda with getting settled into their new homes. 

Everyone knew that it was just a little bit more though. They could see the way that they would try to find each other when they first walked into a room. They didn’t say anything when Roslyn’s gaze would linger on the King after their conversation had finished. The townsfolk turned the other cheek when Bard wanted to get the sorceress’ opinion on something. They didn’t say anything, and nothing more happened between them. 

Morning had only just dawned, which meant the townsfolk weren’t up yet. That gave Roslyn time to be alone with her thoughts for a little bit. She had been staring at the sunrise when she heard a voice from behind her. 

“You’re going to catch a cold without a coat,” Bard said softly, which made her turn around. He stood in the doorway with a small smile on his face and a what looked to be a fur lined coat in his hands. She returned his smile then shook her head. 

“No I won’t,” she responded simply, wiggling her fingers at him. “Magic.” A small chuckle left his lips and he shook his head. 

“All the same, I’d feel much better if you wore this,” he muttered, walking over to her and wrapping the coat around her shoulders. Roslyn attempted to hide her blush as she pulled it closer to her. She thought better than to mention his arm that still sat around her shoulders. 

“Thank you,” she acquiesced before facing the sunrise once more. 

“It seems like something is on your mind,” Bard mentioned after a moment. “Is there anything you want to share?” The girl hummed in response, waiting for another minute before answering. 

“You were right a few days ago,” she started, looking at him once more. “I believe I’ve had my fair share of death. I’m happy to live out the rest of my days without ever having to witness anymore deaths.” Bard’s smile turned bittersweet and he nodded with a small chuckle. 

“Yes, I know the feeling,” he muttered softly. A small sigh left her lips as she leaned her head on his shoulder. 

“I don’t know how you’ve been so strong through all this,” she mumbled, which made him glance at her with furrowed brows. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Everytime I think about everything we have gone through, I just want to hide away and forget that it ever happened,” she explained, looking at him once more. “It’s amazing how you can wake up every day and act as if nothing happened.” 

“Well, I don’t act like the battle didn’t happen,” he responded, which surprised the girl. 

“You don’t?” She repeated confusedly, earning a no from him. 

“What happened a while ago changed the lives of many forever, including mine. The people of Laketown lost their homes, many lost their families, and we lost food for the winter. I just did the best I could to help everyone else by getting them to Dale. Then, we were attacked by Orcs while the Elves and Dwarves had their little battle, and our rations and body count were even worse. Yes, the situation was awful, but look at how far we’ve come. Look at how we’ve prospered over these last few months. I’ve been able to feed my children and keep them warm during the winter because of what we had to go through.” 

Roslyn smiles at the mere thought of Bain, Sigrid and Tilda. Over the past few months she’d grown to love the children, even young as far as offering them a maternal figure when need be. When Sigrid expressed that she had a crush on a carpenter’s son, Roslyn was there to help her understand those feelings and told her how to handle it. Bain has had terrible nightmares since the dragon attack on Laketown, and he always sought Roslyn for comfort since she was always close by. The sorceress would even play games with Tilda when the other children and Bard were busy. 

“They’re very lucky to have you as a father, Bard,” she muttered sincerely, carefully taking his hand in hers. He offered her a small smile then hummed. 

“How much longer will you stay here?” He asked softly, which surprised the girl. 

“Oh, well, I don’t really know,” she responded slowly, looking at the horizon once more. “With everything going on I hadn’t even thought about trying to leave. Did you…” she hesitated, looking at him again. “Did you want me to leave? Have I overstayed my welcome?” The man’s eyes widened a bit at her question and he shook his head quickly. 

“No!” He paused, face heating up a bit as he composed himself. “Uh, I mean no. You could never do that. I love…we love having you here.” Roslyn nodded slowly. 

“Oh, okay.” There was a brief moment of silence before Bard said something else. 

“I was only asking because if the answer was no, I would try to convince you to stay longer,” he added quietly, which made her look at him in surprise yet again. 

“Really?” She asked, earning a nod from him. “Why?” For a moment he was silent. It was almost as if he were trying to prepare for what he was about to say, which confused her more. 

“Roslyn I-“ he paused, sighing softly. The girl offered him a patient smile then squeezed his hand gently. 

“Take your time,” she encouraged softly. Bard looked at her gratefully then took a deep breath and started again. 

“Forgive me if this sounds forward, My Lady, for I had nothing prepared,” he started slowly. “Ever since we met after Smaug’s attack, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. In the midst of destruction and devastation, you came to us like an angel. At first I believed that I wanted to be around you because of the help you offered, but the more time we spent together, the more my feelings for you intensified. You’ve shown yourself to be the most kindhearted, loyal, intelligent and beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. 

After my wife died I never thought I could love again, and yet you’re here to prove me wrong. I never thought that my children would have another maternal figure then you stepped in and helped them as much as you could. I dare say they love you as much as I do. And I’m not a fool, I know that there is a possibility that you may not return these feelings because I have children from another woman, but it feels wrong to let these feelings be unknown to you after all this-“ 

Bard was cut off when Roslyn suddenly leaned forward and kissed him. The man was obviously surprised by the interruption, but he melted into the kiss and let his free arm wrap around her waist comfortably. It took a few minutes for them to actually pull away, and even then it was because they needed air. When they pulled away, both of them had comically wide smiles on their faces. 

“Bard, I do not care where or who your children are from, I love them either way. I love you either way, Bain, Sigrid and Tilda don’t change a single thing about that,” she muttered softly. “It would be the highest honor for you to allow me further into your lives should you say yes.” Bard’s smile widened at that, but before he could respond a much younger voice spoke. 

“Say yes!” Tilda called from the doorway, causing both of their heads to whip around. Bain and Sigrid also stood in the doorway, and the latter now had her hand over the girl’s mouth. 

“Tilda, shh,” she scolded quietly before realizing that they were caught. All three of them smiled awkwardly, which made Roslyn shake her head with an amused smile. 

“Get over here you three,” she instructed, opening an arm for them. They did as instructed and entered the embrace as well. Bard looked around at them with a blissful smile on his face before facing the sorceress. 

“Well, I believe this is the answer you’re looking for,” he finally responded, which made the other four laugh as they enveloped each other into a group hug again.

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