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[sams-soliloquy]

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This I my gift for @elfandbowman! Sorry it’s so late… but hey it's still technically before Christmas!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bard of Laketown/Thranduil Characters: Bard of Laketown, Thranduil, Bard’s Children Additional Tags: Fluff, Babysitter Thranduil, Bad dates, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, secret santa gift, Bardlings - Freeform Summary:

“The knock on the door came exactly 15 minutes before Bard was expecting it. Of course he currently had his hands full trying to finish dinner and keep 3 year old Tilda’s high-chair from tipping, as well as loudly telling Bain not to ‘tip his juice cup like that or it would spill’. ”

A modern day babysitting AU.

[magical-lee]

Are You Sure That We Are Awake?

WHOO! The fic for this amazing prompt is finally done :D Here it is!

Thank you to elfandbowman for thinking up this awesome AU, letting me write out a fic for it and for  titling the piece! This was so much fun since I love A Midsummer Night's Dream <3 (prompt below)

College Barduil AU in which Thranduil gets drunk as hell at some party and walks into Bard’s room instead of his own and falls asleep there on a free bed and Bard just doesn’t have the heart to tell him to leave. Bonus points if Thranduil is in a drama club and they were drunk performing Shakespeare just for shits and giggles so he’s dressed as Oberon, king of the fairies, with a flower crown and everything.

[emptymasks]

You pledge yourself to him,

wordless oaths seeping through his pale skin

lost in the solitude of these vestigial nights

where you, only you, see him in all his sempiternal beauty.

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His lassitude is a secret,

one that is only for your eyes, your ears, your mouth.

You lock it away from prying eyes

and with it you build a rampart around your heart.

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Together you imbue entombed absolution,

as the gossamer glamour fades away;

His mellifluous murmuring of his mother tongue flows into you,

and as his façade falls, in return you give him,

everything.

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to love a king part i - away from the crown