#Barduil

[pseudohades]

Listen man I know Thranduil is soooooo much older than Bard canonically like it's not even close but if you'll excuse me I have to think about a modern AU where he's a twenty-something college student getting dicked down by his middle aged professor

[feddy-34]

pov thranduil heard u talking shit abt bard

[expectro-carmim]

The gay uncles:

And the bi dads:

That's it. That was all I had to say, thank you.

[eradore]

Barduil cracks me up so much. Delivery guy porno fantasy. From a king.

[dogblessyoutascha]

An old unposted Barduil kiss for y'all's pleasure!

[te-de-frutillas6v6]

i apologize

[felifiran]

Legolas, having just met Strider: Father, I love him, and I shall not survive without him, but I do not know if I have it in me to die.

Thranduil, still reeling the death of Bard: You are a full elf, you shall not die. It shall be far worse than death, for you will live long enough that all trace of them shall leave this plane, and their descendants will no longer light candles their name, and all that will be left of them is the cavernous hole in your chest where your heart used to beat. No, my child, you shall not die; you shall only wish you had, that your body had failed and cleansed you of your suffering. That is what it means to love a man, and only you can decide whether the pleasure of the present is worth the pain of parting.

[dizzyorb]

majestic gay elves

And their scruffy Bi boyfriends who probably have depression

[woodlandrealm]

barduil + sharing looks

[just--a--random--human--being]

Me: I don't cry much. My bestie: Yesterday you were crying about [insert non-canon gay ship]. Me, sobbing: They're literally ment for each other.

[skyecrystal]

Portraits of Bard and Thranduil I made for @peonybroadbeltofbuckland ‘s Christmas gift !! It was a bit out of my comfort zone but I’m happy with the result, and I think she was too 🤭 (which is the most important!)

If you like LOTR/The Hobbit/Barduil, you should definitely check out her stories because she’s an incredible writer !!

(And yes I forgot to take off some tools before taking a picture. I’ll never be that perfectly aesthetic artist. Messy til the end seems to be my curse.)

[incorrectships-and-fandoms]

Bard: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Thranduil and I are dating.

Thranduil , Sigrid , Tilda , and Bain: *gasp*

Bard: Thranduil , why are you surprised?!

[possibly-a-table-or-just-gay]

@durinsblue 🫵 you made me do this

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8

[rowinablx]

When you find a good fic and don't notice the "Major character death" tag until it's too late

[dogblessyoutascha]

AND TO END BARDUIL MONTH HOW ABOUT SOME BIRD SONG? @bi-widower-dads

Bard knew many things about elves — things that came only with continued exposure over many decades. The kinds of things that did not make it into the stories. For example: Elvish trances were much like human sleep in the sense that such restfulness was deeply tainted by their mood and surroundings.

"Do you hear them?" The Elven King murmured, barely cracking open an eye to prove to Bard his awareness.

"The squab?" Bard had to take a moment and focus his ears, trying to find a sound beyond the cooing. Pigeons were not Bard's favorite bird, though he still liked them far more than the rest of Esga- Dale. Than the rest of Dale. "Quite the racket, if I am to be honest, my lord."

"Thranduil." The Elven King corrected precisely as he had every time. "And yes. The doves of Eryn Galen sing when they are pleased. Listen closely, as you did the thrush. Only then will you know why."

Understanding the language of the birds was a gift, Bard knew, but he still struggled with it. Yes, the birds helped him slay the dragon, Smaug, but the little song birds had more to lose should the people of the lake died that day. Pigeons... Doves... Squab... Whatever they wished to be called, they were less keen to talk to Bard (and harder to understand in the bargain).

The coos repeated. Loud, clear. Present. "Mates." Bard's eyes opened in surprise when the sounds finally translated themselves in his mind. "They have found each other, and they are happy despite the end of the season drawing near. They will build a life together."

Elven King Thranduil's lips curled into the smile as he stood, a sweeping motion so smooth that Bard's trained eyes could still only catch a fraction of it. With a coo of his own, Thranduil coaxed the pair to him, each dove landing on his outstretched hands. He balanced them there, whispering something to them only he and the birds could understand, before he offered the thicker of the two to Bard.

It was a strange sensation, holding a bird so oddly sized. It was smaller than a hunting hawk and yet much larger than the pretty mountain flocks. Bard hardly knew what to do with his fingers as he tried desperately not to wrangle the beast like an undignified meat bird.

"They will feast here tonight with us, in celebration of their long life ahead." Thranduil declared, his smile unwavering as he slipped in closer to Bard. He was taller and his many layers took up significant space, yet Thranduil's presence was never an intrusion into Bard's own sphere of comfort. "And perhaps, if we are equally as lucky, we will share in their bounty as well."

Bard balked at the thought that the Elven King might eat birds after lying to them, the part of his brain more attuned to the mortals of his land speaking up well before the part that assured him Thranduil would never. Thranduil, who pressed in close enough that his skin found Bard's, reuniting the doves in their possession. "Their bounty?"

"Love."

[draminvencido]

haven't seen a version of this meme with them here it is