#bardthebowmaster

[priincevlad]

bardthebowmaster said: REMEMBERS MY WOLF BLOG…….

[ YLENIAAAAAA — I have not forgotten her <33 ]

[smaugthcgolden]

That moment when you have a Vlad and Bard blog... HOW DO YOU BALANCE IT, x-princevlad x-blackarrow ??!!!!!!?!

[myteethareswords]

◇ You're a magnificent RPer. Our thread is GOLD

Send me a △ if you ever wanted to rp with me or a ◇ if like rp'ing with me, and a ▽ if you'd like a starter.

Ahhh thank you darling! Our thread is amazing, now excuse me as I go reply to it! <3

[myteethareswords]

ME..........................

Send me a Character and I’ll tell you if my Muse would sleep with them

Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Fuck no you tried to kill me || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

[elvenkingxthranduil-blog]

A Fair Settlement - - Thranduil / Bard / Thorin

There was no reasoning with dwarves. That was a long-standing fact, and in his many years, Thranduil had never managed to find a single one who was willing to compromise, especially when it came to matters that involved gold. They were stubborn, hard-headed, and incredibly greedy. Thus, it was begrudgingly and with very little trust that they would actually resolve anything, that he had agreed to Bard's idea to try to reach some kind of settlement with them. Despite his doubts, they rode to Erebor, with a plan in mind - whether or not Thorin was ready to agree to their terms, they would reach some kind of resolution by nightfall. All that they needed now was an audience with the newly-crowned king of the Lonely Mountain. { Turn order: me --> bardthebowmaster --> khuzd-uzbadu }

[alowlysilvanelf]

bardthebowmaster replied to your post:Tauriel crying over Bard having grey hair is my...

DON’T CRY!!!!

Don't diiiiieeeee

*hugs the precious Bard and keeps him safe forever*

[myteethareswords]

❊

Send a ❊ for a New Years Eve kiss!

Hated human, foul being that'd harmed him and almost stolen the very breath from his lungs. No matter, he'd pay eventually. It was simply a matter of patience...Stepping close he breathed in the scent of him, scarred human lips curving into a smile as he leant close and pressed them to the bowman's cheek,  barely resisting the urge to bite and rip his face apart. "A strange tradition to be sure.."