#bard; threads

[menelvagor]

On one of the colder days of the month, Skiâ was curled up near the fire with her sketchbook in hand. But she hadn't managed to finish a drawing, due to Tilda falling asleep against her. Not wanting to disturb the younger girl, she pulled a book out and started reading instead with a small smile. -✧- @rangers-arecool

Bard returned home from another long day out on his barge, and unfortunately it was also a very cold one. He entered quietly and as soon as the door was shut, he rubbed his hands together and breathed warmly on them. He removed his over coat and then noticed Skiâ reading while Tilda was curled up beside her. He smiled at them both and approached, sitting down tiredly next to Skiâ and the fire.

"Did my young ones behave for you today?" he asked softly.

[menelvagor]

Bard frowned as he was told there was no reasoning to be had with Thorin. If she truly did know him as well as she said, and cared for him so deeply, he would not argue on the matter. If Ark were to ride with them to meet the Dwarf King, it might be their best chance of striking a deal. He nodded his acquiescence, glancing again at the fake stone nearby. "You may join us; to help to discuss things civilly first."

The bowman remained silent as he listened to her talk about Thorin. He did not doubt that to some, perhaps, he could be kind and well-loved. From his experience thus far though, he saw him in a much different light. As the Company arrived closer and closer to the Lonely Mountain, it may have only gotten worse. Knowing now that this Arkenstone had been Thorin's lover, and seeing her tears, he did not wish to upset her further by saying a word in anger.

He shook his head with a deep sigh. "He has a chance to prove himself tomorrow," he said simply. "To show to us the self that you know, and one who would care for others. He has shown me someone other than who you say he is, save his passion. A change of heart would aid us all."

"I would hope that Thorin would not harm him but..." she sighed and rested her head in her hands. If Thorin was truly lost to Gold Sickness as Thror had been then it was likely he would lash out at the Hobbit, an possibly do terrible harm. "Those under Gold Sickness cannot be reasoned with Bard. You can only hope that... the become free."

"I will join you, when you ride in the morning." her words were soft and sounded as tired as she felt. "If you are to talk any sort of sense into him I want to be there. After all I'm the one who crowns the King as I not?" A moment later she was wiping angry tears from her face as she tried to regain a little control over her breaking heart.

"I wish I could just drag him from the mountain and smack some common sense into the thick skull of his! the dwarf I knew he... he was kind. Compassionate. Full of love and hope. Not... He is not his grandfather... he cannot be." There was a brokenness as she spoke, nit only gave way to the silent fact that what Thror had done was best left unsaid.

"He was my best friend. My... well... I think you understand... don't you?" tucked behind her right ear was a long braid marked with several, clearly dwarven beads. "He was mine."

[wesperskanej]

The Illustrations from the Owlcrate editions of the Shades of Magic trilogy.

[purplebass]

kell probably thought this after the essen tasch

[antaripirate]

this is important to me

[orions-garden]

Shades of Magic Dashboard Simulator

🌊thatwatermage Follow

rhy maresh was 19??? he should’ve been at the club

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🏰low-royal Follow

i’m going on vacation during the essen tasch but someone tells me how it goes

⛰️icanmovemountains Follow

THE DARKNESS

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huh?

🗺️mapmaker-mapmaker Follow

the darkness

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oh ok.

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🏴‍☠️piracy-enthusiast Follow

HOW DO YOU KNOW WHEN THE SAROWS IS COMING IS COMING IS COMING IS COMING ABOARD WHEN THE WIND DIES AWAY BUT STILL SINGS IN YOUR EARS IN YOUR EARS IN YOUR HEAD IN YOUR BLOOD IN YOUR BONES

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arnesian sailors will be like i know a place and take you aboard their ship where their first mate (?) only speaks high royal and can use blood magic 🙄

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what everyone thinks bone magic is:

what it actually is:

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[just-a-girl-who-likes-sharks]

Whatever they have, that’s what I want.

[menelvagor]

[ OFFER. ]  after noticing the receiver hasn’t fed in a few days / weeks, the sender offers to let the receiver feed from them. (Bard & Skiâ) -✧- @rangers-arecool

Bard's eyes flickered with a reddening light as the young woman offered her own blood for him to drink, to stave off the painful hunger he had forced on himself. While he was tempted, he hastily shook his head and backed away from her, wrenching his gaze away even as he itched to draw nearer.

He was sprawled on the leaf-covered forest floor where Skiâ had found him, at first in the form of a bat, and now as a human again. For sight alone. The bargeman was so far from home now due to the aforementioned hunger, needing a break away from the people-infested Lake-town and from his own worrying children. They could afford no accidents nor rumors.

"Skiâ. . ." he started, his pointed teeth glinting in the low light. "Offer not yourself to me," he growled, pulling further away, even as he could sense the pulsing warmth of blood beneath her skin, enticing him to accept. "I do not wish to harm you. Do you not know what you are doing?"

[menelvagor]

"Immortal your kind may be, but death may still come to meet you if you are attacked at unawares," Bard answered stubbornly, almost feeling jealous for a moment at the nonchalance which King Thranduil possessed. He did not know why he had challenged the other at first, but he simply did not understand. He wanted to walk alone in the gathering darkness?

If only humans could treat their lives as the elves did, walking where they pleased without fear. When night fell, it was time to retire indoors with kin where there was light and warmth, not alone amidst shadows and threats.

Bard opened his mouth to retort at this affront, willing to insist that he was just as capable and unafraid - only making a wise decision to be so in the safety of their lodgings - but he remained silent for a while.

"Rest, King Thranduil?" he began, hands down at his sides, clothing from the day still upon him. "I would, but there are many thoughts which would seek to wake me - no matter if your elves watch over us. I have had such responsibility of a king thrust 'pon me overnight, and now a stubborn dwarven king who threatens us with war. The dragon is gone, but his memory lives - in the cursed treasure of that mountain and in us having to shelter here."

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @menelvagor || s.c.

"You    think    me    afraid    to    walk    these    lands    after    dark?    Did    you    forget    that    I    am    immortal?"

Thranduil    stood    outside    of    his    tent,    sword    at    the    hilt    despite    his    robe    concealing    that    which    he    would    retire    for    the    night    within.    It    was    dark,    but    not    so    late    that    he    would    retreat    to    bed    any    time    soon.    His    body    didn't    require    rest    in    the    same    manner    as    a    human    yet    when    he    did    sleep,    he    slept    like    the    dead.    One    wouldn't    know    one    way    or    the    other    if    he    was    alive    unless    they    were    accustomed    to    the    way    elves    rested.    That    aside,    he    turned    to    the    other,    his    gaze    most    curious.

"I    sent    your    messengers    away.    That    should    have    been    sign    enough    that    I    had    no    intention    of    allowing    an    escort.    How    soon    you    forget    how    capable    I    am    of    taking    care    of    myself.    You    on    the    other    hand..."    And    he    meant    it    not    as    a    sign    of    disrespect;    rather    he    was    implying    that    it    made    far    more    sense    for    the    new    leader    of    Dale    to    have    men    around    him    constantly.    As    a    human,    he   was    far    more    likely    to    succumb    to    wounds    in    an    ambush    than    the    ancient    Elvenking. 

“You    should    be    resting,    your    highness.    Why    not    allow    yourself    to    rest?    You    must    know    that    my    army    would    protect    your    people    like    they    are    my    own.    That    is    how    alliances    work    in    my    world.”

[teartra]

Rhy + Lila = In laws solidarity

Kell + Alucard = In laws hostility

[purplebass]

2023 books a darker shade of magic by v.e. schwab (reread)

Magic was a living thing---that, everyone knew---but to Kell it felt like more, like a friend, like family. It was, after all, a part of him (much more than it was a part of most) and he couldn't help feeling like it knew what he was saying, what he was feeling, not only when he summoned it, but always, in every heartbeat and every breath. He was, after all, Antari.

[antaripirate]

how i imagine what happens when kell and alucard are left alone together

[menelvagor]

"Aye, you were," Bard replied, and even though he had been partially amused by the surprise and embarassment he had caused, he only ever grew more grim from the hand life had dealt him. Years ago, his wife had died due to a sickness, and now there was a return of plague - a shadow of the Great Plague from half an age ago - come down upon Dale. It claimed the lives of his children. The city was growing desperate.

"I feel the same, off somewhere other than here," he said softly, only after several moments moving his fingertips out from underneath her chin. "For how can this be our fate, after everything?"

🫴. {X} @menelvagor

Things had changed to quickly that she scarcely had time to breath. Her hand had been pledged to the King of Dale, her dead lovers Father of all people. She had been so lost in her inner turmoil that she near jumped out of her skin when she felt the gentle touch. Her breath caught and she felt her cheeks flare a bright red with embarrassment. Bard was as handsome as his son, even she was not fool enough to deny that.

There was equal amusement and concern on his face and it made her even more embarrassed. "I'm sorry... I was in my own little world again.. wasn't I?'

[oldowlshollow]

my take on lila and kell from the darker shades of magic series while practicing some action poses.

[fathommila]

Can’t stop smiling and kicking my feet

[untrustworthyducks]

no more hating lila bard for behaving and making decisions that align with her character. if i see one more post about how lila was so terrible to kell in TFTOP im gonna lose it. believe it or not, characters don’t have to become boring and domestic after they get into a relationship (!!), especially when they demonstrate interpersonal growth in other ways!!!!