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"The Lord of Silver Fountains, the King of Carven Stone, the King Beneath the Mountain, shall come into his own. And the bells shall ring in gladness, at the Mountain King’s return, But all shall fail in sadness, and the Lake will shine and burn." (Indie) Bard The Bowman Fandom: The Hobbit

[bardthebowmaster]

PSA

Just letting everyone know that I’ve moved Bard over to my Smaug rp blog, which has become a Multi-Muse for The Hobbit / Lotr fandom.

[bardthebowmaster]

gcddamntragedy:

╟ 𝕋.𝕆. ┈ Lips pull back from teeth more than before when listening to the other fumble over his own words. His tongue dances behind teeth exposed to the man beneath the dragon’s maw hovering near him. Horns glint with light across the curve as Thorin turns a large head to one side if only to bring a single eye ever closer. ❝Mmm, could be.❞ the beast muses as he watches Bard for a few more seconds before he’s pulling his head back to where he’d had it prior.

Back legs shift on either side of Thorin’s body; making weight readjust on the gold he was still laying on. He lays there quietly as his head turns to one side and cast his gaze elsewhere as if the drake was deep in thought. ❝Masturbation is always fun.❞ Thorin says while slowly turning his head back just enough to look down upon the man still laying across the gold. Trinkets glint along his front where they had been unknowingly placed along his frame.

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He felt the shift of something all around him, the gold, but Bard couldn’t really understand it all as he was now sliding further down into the depths of it. His head was as fogged up as the steam against his body, and with his undershirt barely holding on since his coat was now underneath, he wondered how much of this heat he could take. Wipes his brow so sluggishly, and just laughs as those words only now hit him with realization. Points a finger, still chuckling at the mighty drake. “Oho!! Aren’t you the funny one!! Naughty! That’s just too naughty!”

Bard felt himself laughing again, almost uncontrollably for some reason, and of course it was just your simple fit of laughter when one was this far into their drink. Brings an arm up to cover his forehead with it, and then another swig of that bitter ale. “I mean!... You? Are you speaking of yourself, here? Because... I’m wondering now if... uh... Can dragons do that??” How does he even know about that? Would have been the thought to cross his foggy mind, had he the time or care to really think past what felt good here. Right now, just the thought of the cold flecks of metallic gold coins and trinkets that were pooling around him was all he could muster. | @gcddamntragedy​ |

[bardthebowmaster]

gcddamntragedy:

╟ 𝕋.𝕆. ┈ Oooh, this was just getting better!!  Shimmering eyes watch the way this man raises his drink and swallows down another healthy dose of liquor after the container reaches mouth. ❝Aye, right here.❞ sultry words spill from the drake’s maw like heat from fire while dropping his gaze along this one’s body. He had seen the way hair clings to his forehead the wetter it gets from sweat and it only makes Thorin’s prickly brows arch upwards.

A tongue slips from between teeth to unabashedly drag across lips once again while watching this man practically strip for him. It’s that voice that tugs blue eyes back up to the man’s face and slowly grins once again. ❝If you think one must be a dragon to have a little fun in the gold,                   you are wrong.❞ Thorin talks in such a slow tone to cause warm breath to waft out of his mouth and onto the human before him with such purposeful actions.

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   “...Ah, well... It-- Hm. Well, this is comfortable.” Though, he was feeling warmer and it just wasn’t clicking to him that it’s because of the breath being poured his way. Loosens the coat, even going so far as to take it right off, and shrugging it to the side in a heap. “I’m so hot... Perhaps, I’ve had too much to drink, hah!..” Leans back further, gold chunks of coin and beads falling all over his front, now just in his loose top and pants. There was not much on his mind, and when his vision finally focused back on the dragon in front, the other seemed larger. Brows raising up high, and he blinked a few times to try and get a clear picture here. Tongue, slight drool, and rows of teeth in his view, and yet Bard was just in this wonderful daze. “What’s fun then, hm? Because I’m not seeing any of it!” Shrugs, gesturing sluggishly with the flippant wobble of his right arm. | @gcddamntragedy​ |

[luuuuuke-evans]

Luke Evans plays with a puppy. - (x)

[bardthebowmaster]

gcddamntragedy:

╟ 𝕋.𝕆. ┈  He looked much like a cat sat atop the hoard of treasures underfoot. Eyelids low as the dim light filters from the remaining gap; far too dim to bounce off the gold a massive head was held much too high above. The quiet clinking of gold echoes softly around them where Bard lays himself back across the little hill. It drew in the great beast’s attention as he listens to his laughter while he settles into the mess of treasures creating a delicious outline of the drunken man. 

An interested sway of Thorin’s tail causes the gold to shift behind him as he curls it around his body laying out across his hoard.  ❝Perhaps I wish naught for the whole world. I have all I need right here.❞ his tone steadily drops as the dragon lowers his head down and bringing a thick maw closer to Bard laying atop his treasures. ❝An entire mountain to call home, these vast halls littered with all the gold I could wish for, and…drunken men laying themselves bare before my feet.❞ a sound much like that of a purr vibrates up his throat as lips curl upwards in a very interested looking smile.

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   “...Huh.. Right here, really?...” The bowman took another swig of his drink that was loosely in hand, and he felt rather thirsty so suddenly. Maybe it was the vast amount of heat that was coming closer from the gigantic beast in front of him?? The man was too far out of it to really know, but even his coat now was starting to feel a little stifling. Though, of course none of this was to get him down, as his spirits were still so high. Messes with the front of his coat, setting aside his drink, and opens the front a bit to let some air in. “You know, Thorin. You might have a point there... All this gold... How do you have any fun in here? It’s just trinkets, mate. What’s so great about lying in it? I guess I’d have to be a dragon to understand that, huh...” As he didn’t even register the last comment, of course. Nor did he notice the way the other was seemingly closer, and any sane - not wasted - man would have been trying to get away by this point. | @gcddamntragedy​ |

[bardthebowmaster]

gcddamntragedy:

╟ 𝕋.𝕆. ┈  A slow blink as one winged limb lifts itself to re-position it across the other comfortably lain before his chest. The hum was low; rumbling up the length of Thorin’s golden throat and out of nostrils. Amusement colours the drake’s expression as he watches the man drop into a seated position atop a pile of gold.  ❝I am great at many things, bowman. As dragons should be. Far more superior than that of…humans.                        A pathetic lot you all are.          Just look at you…❞

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   “I guess some of us are a little pathetic, yes. I mean... I’m in no state to really.. say much against it! Oops!” Finally laughter just busts out from his lips, and he leaned back against the pile of treasures. There was simply no way to resist this fog that was clogging up his thoughts, and any semblance of self-preservation. Somewhere deep inside he knew this was a troubled spot, but he couldn’t bring his conscious thought to any sort of clarity. The hum of the other’s booming voice was felt throughout his form, and it was honestly relaxing? A little too relaxing, and his shoulders were already slumping as he nestled himself back. Eyes wearily looking up at the beast, and lips cracking that silly smile once more. “If you’re so great, you’d have the entire world, Dragon.” | @gcddamntragedy​ |

[bardthebowmaster]

gcddamntragedy:

╟ 𝕋.𝕆. ┈  Blue eyes peer down at the tiny man before him. Tongue still dancing across pointed teeth before disappearing behind them. ❝You call yourself the best father, yet…you stand before me with the stench of ale upon breath instead of looking out for your children.❞

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“My children? They’re fine! With a family friend... I think you need to relax!” Though, even in his ale-induced mind he was able to slightly register the clear threat that was. Try telling his body to cooperate though, and within another moment passing he was now sitting on top of a golden pile. Stares up lazily, and through the thick haze of his drink. “And just.. what are you the best of, hm??? Gold? Pillaging entire kingdoms? Great job, by the way. People totally fear you.” | @gcddamntragedy​ |

[bardthebowmaster]

gcddamntragedy:

╟ 𝕋.𝕆. ┈  ❝Not as much as you.❞

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“Me?? I don’t think so!” Points up at him, lips twitching up with laughter almost there in his tone. “I think you must be having me mistaken for one of you! I actually don’t suck. Quite frankly the best father in all of Laketown. Well, hold on. I take that back... Best for my kids. There...” @gcddamntragedy​

[bardthebowmaster]

“You dragons SUCK!” @gcddamntragedy

[batbdailys]

gaston + his dagger

[luuuuuke-evans]

That one time when Luke Evans unbuttoned his shirt on national television…

[bardthebowmaster]

gcddamntragedy:

╟ 𝕋.𝕆. ┈ There was still pain. There was still parts of the being twisting into place as he thrashes inside the great room. They were parts of a greater source that fueled Thorin’s actions. It was anger; a deep-seated boiling rage fills the being residing in the halls glinting gold with the source of his animosity. The treasures seem to melt beneath the heat of blue flames that have bellowed from his gut time and time again. 

He could not change it, or stop it. This thing has taken hold and crumpled what once stood as dwarf, now emerges with a raging fire as dragon. The beast knew this was the cause of the sickness, but full comprehension of just how much it has changed him was lost to him. Thorin hears the shift of treasure as one winged limb stretches out in front of him and then another as if he were attempting to walk, however; he was still unsteady. 

A tail drags behind him across the uneven ground, causing a great shift in the gold that made the large beast lose footing for a moment. Stumbling briefly before he regains himself and lurches forward in another angry snap of a massive jaw into the air in front of him. Pupils dilate upon the booming voice and yanks a massive head towards the direction it came from. A new anger fills his chest when sucking down air and releases it in a spew of smoke from nostrils. ❝Who gives Y̴O̧U̧ the right to̴ s̢pea̡k t͢o ͘ḿe̕ ̢ in such a way?!❞ he was still mostly cast in shadow, but the glow inside his chest was unmistakable.

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Bard felt himself freezing up at the movement, and it took quite a lot for him to understand that something was terribly wrong here. This wasn’t just something ordinary, of course it would never be that easy with this lot of dwarves. All that had gone on, and still there were many surprises left on this world for him to see. He only wished that it was not again to be in his lifetime, and the sight of this fearsome beast had him staring in shock. The outburst of anger had the bowman stumbling back, slipping on some gold that had been recently melted from a flame that was hotter than he could know. The melted remains stuck to his coat, and wherever he touched, but he could care less about that and to only focus on the very real danger in front of him. Dragon. Definitely a dragon... But...

    “You’re not... You’re--- Smaug?? No... I killed him... -- Thorin??” It had to be the only explanation, and with the attitude spewing from this one’s snout, Bard had no reason to suspect otherwise. Still, he was more afraid for himself right now than most anything else, and what this meant for the rest of Oakenshield’s kin. Are they all capable of this? Or... He needed to be calm, and being on the golden floor like this was not helping him in the slightest. Sits up, pointing to him so casually, even though his heart was pounding.     ”---Why, I have every right?? From one King to another... And this...      This doesn’t look good, my friend.” | @gcddamntragedy|

[chrishemsworht]

[spaacemusings]

                                           you’re allowed to scream                                               you’re allowed to cry                                        but you’re not allowed to give up

[huacheng-zhu]

“Why would you do this? You owe us no loyalty.“

[bardthebowmaster]

Bard had received the letter from the young Hobbit, and it seemed rather urgent to say the least. The message was quite confusing, and vague, but he would be a fool to shove this aside with all the other sort of papers. It was the sort of issue not even a King could refuse, as much as that title bothered him. The famed bowman then set out to go to this place, the great kingdom of the Dwarven-folk, and make sure all was right. Once in the golden halls, he immediately saw the severely frightened gaze of the hobbit’s stare, and his worry rose quite quickly. There wasn’t a peep from the halfling, nor any of the other’s of Oakenshield’s kin, and this had Bard now barging right into the massive throne room. Sees nothing, and this brought more confusion. One sentence from the halfling behind him said it all, and then the man was now stomping into the great hall of golden trinkets. He didn’t stop, until he was knee deep in the golden hoard.      “Thorin!!! Are you here?! You have everyone worried, you know.      Your friends, and family need you.... Whatever this is you have      going on, it is not the time! Now, come out!” He didn’t realize how angry he was over this, for he could only guess this was that damn stone’s doing. Bilbo told me how much he wanted the thing, and now....? If he’s around here gazing at it, I swear... | @gcddamntragedy |

[bardthebowmaster]

gcddamntragedy:

↪ open to all.

╟ 𝕋.𝕆. ┈ ❝The orcs are surrounding. We must move now before it is too late!!❞

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Bard had paused to listen to the surrounding woods, and the rustling of iron-clad boots were heard marching and pressing forth through hundreds of leaves. The dwarf-lord was not kidding around, and he made himself go forward into following the other. Though, he was lagging behind, and clutched into his tightly-strung bow as he rushed over to him.    “Thorin, wait won’t you!? We could surprise them. Set a trap, perhaps?     There’s pockets in these woods that the leaves hide perfectly, and     stretches of darkness that seem to go down into the core of the earth..     If we could lead them there?? That will at least get this group off our trail?     We must also be careful ourselves...” | @gcddamntragedy​ |