Can't say no to this little bundle of dwarves, Bard!
(We know your weaknesses)
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Can't say no to this little bundle of dwarves, Bard!
(We know your weaknesses)
Kili/bard
vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless /hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell
Between Lake-Town and the Halls of the Elven King
Careful! Do not let yourself be distracted. A foot on the branch. Watch out, slippery spot over there. Evade. Keep your breathing steady. Wait for the wind to touch the leaves. Wait... wait... Now. Three measured steps. There! Good, she hasn't seen you yet. The wind is in your face. She will not smell you. Perhaps a little closer. Steady, do not rush. Now.
Perfect.
Slowly breathing out, Legolas lowered himself on the branch and reached for an arrow on his quiver. The deer would be his. He had stalked her for many days across the forest, until they had ended up at the boundaries of his father's realm. The wind even carried the faint smell of fish and rotten wood from the Town on the Lake. But she would go no further. Here, he would end her life in a swift kill and take the meat back to the palace, where they would feast on it.
The arrow was placed on the string. One more time, Legolas calculated the distance and the wind - and halted. There was something else here. A man, judging from the light, but audible steps. A hunter. Curse his bow!
No longer slow, but not rushed either, Legolas drew back the string in one fluid motion and fired. His arrow flew straight and true. The prey was his. He jumped out of the tree and walked over to the corpse to claim his price, awaiting the arrival of the other hunter, who would surely come.
7
7. To cuddle
"Come’ere, Bardy bar."
I need to kick life in Kili again. Bardie mun! 'Elp!
"Bard. I want a cow. Erebor cows!"
Kili have you still not gotten your leg looked at?
"What leg?"
"Just kidding. Sure I have…"
I would like need 14 books to type out how much I like your sassy elf, hobbit and bards vertically challenged boyfriend.
// Oh shush thank you sweetie!