Idk if you still take prompts but what about Bard wearing Thranduil‘s clothes? In modern au it would be just cute in canon it would be hilarious because the robes probably look weird on Bard (not that Thranduil thinks that)
This is short but I really hope you like it :D I enjoyed writing it!
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Honestly, he knew he should have been more prepared.
The ride to Mirkwood was always a long one, and the weather had been threatening a downpour for days… yet Bard did not come ready with a change of clothes to meet the Elven king even after Sigrid told him he should.
So when he arrived the king of Dale resembled less a kingly figure, and more a forlorn and bedraggled thing perched upon a horse shivering to the point his bones felt as though they rattled.
Thranduil hid his smirk behind a goblet of wine in the throne room but had the grace to compose himself as he spoke.
“My staff will have you dried off and redressed and only then shall the meeting begin. Please do take care of yourself Bain is far too young to be taking the throne just yet.” His words received a glare from the man before him but there was no fire in his eyes, he was far too cold for that.
They had prepared a bath for him and brought out clothes from Thranduil’s wardrobe until they could make something more suitable for him in the morning.
There was a good 40 minutes where Bard soaked in the hot water enjoying the scented oils that eased his aching muscles so that he no longer shivered --though the steam seemed to fog his mind and when he climbed out to dress he needed a little help.
It was not until he was dressed that he realised the clothes, as they were being pinned quickly to fit, were a tad too long and very luxurious. The tunic itself was a soft dove grey silver embroidering down the front, with dark leggings and boots the match. He was then offered a robe, which at first he declined because it seemed overkill at this point but the house staff helping him insisted and so he had to accept.
The robe was black, the same silver embroidery as the tunic along the edges but it felt so soft and while it was not remotely Bard’s style it was very comfortable.
When he finally got a glimpse at himself in the mirror he flushed pink and shook his head.
“I genuinely look ridiculous, gentleman. I cannot go out looking like this to discuss trade agreements with Lord Thranduil like this…” No one listened, though someone did utter a compliment on how he looked which Bard shrugged off with ease.
“Come on, this is too much, I look like I’m about to stare into a crystal ball and try to predict the future.” Someone snickered at the joke but he couldn’t pinpoint who as there were too many of them running around trying to dress him.
Eventually, he was allowed to leave them, but not before he was offered a simple silver circlet that fit perfectly upon his head letting his now tamed curls frame his face leaving him with the look of simple regality without trying too hard.
Thranduil was on his feet as soon as Bard entered the throne room, he had the decency to keep his face a neutral as possible but Bard could see the beginning of a smirk and it made his insides squirm with embarrassment.
“There was no talking them out of it, I am sorry, I must look like a travesty wearing your old clothes.” There was a beat of silence as Thranduil handed him a goblet of wine that he graciously accepted without hesitation, then the king gave him the once over his eyes bright with interest as he did so.
“Please, if you need to laugh, get it over with. I feel ridiculous as it is!”
“Forgive me, Lord Bard, I am struck with just how well it suits you. You leave me quite envious of how it fits your form.” There was a purr in his tone and Bard ignored it by taking a sip of the very strong wine he had been given, there was no time to try and analyze what that sound meant and to be honest he didn’t want to seem too hopeful.
The blond had made such suggestive comments before but Bard found that after a glass or two of the same wine he was much worse… so Thranduil was likely nicely buzzed he’d retract his comments or apologise later… maybe.
“Are you sure I don’t look like a child playing dress up?” Bard joked as they both headed for Thranduil’s study, he saw Thranduil shake his head but he said nothing more until they were safely ensconced in a more private setting.
“I’m just going to…” Bard slid the robe off and Thranduil looked near beside himself with surprise, he searched for the wine decanter and poured himself a larger drink which he drank down near immediately.
Divesting himself of the robe Bard felt a little less ridiculous and when he finally turned his attention to Thranduil he offered a smile but the elf seemed, somewhat, distracted by something else.
“It does fit you rather well… I suppose you should keep it, you know, you do need something nice to wear when you visit. I’ve not worn it for such a long time, and I find it suits you perfectly.”
“Ah… well… if you think so, if you’re sure it looks that good, I feel like a fool in it.”
“Anyone who doesn’t feel something seeing you in it is a fool.”
With that Bard sat down and cleared his throat signalling the start of their meeting, the only problem he had now was that he had a rather flirty elven king on his hands.
The meeting for trade agreements was rescheduled for a later date.
