Forever a believer that Thranduil doesn't use pet names unless he wants something
But when he does it's Mhelethron (Doriathren Sindarin for "lover," masculine)
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Forever a believer that Thranduil doesn't use pet names unless he wants something
But when he does it's Mhelethron (Doriathren Sindarin for "lover," masculine)
#1 favorite Barduil dynamic for me is that in public it's Bard hanging off the Elvenking's arm while the Elvenking politicks and smiles with sharp teeth and leads them both in a dance he's been performing flawlessly for millennia, and in private it's Bard taking Thranduil's rings off one by one and kissing his shaky hands and his furrowed brow and his broad, hunched shoulders and all of the other tense, sore parts of him until that tension ebbs away and the facade falters and he crumbles in Bard's arms. Because for all he's perfected that dance as the Elvenking he can't perform it forever, and for all he appears flat and cold and composed in public, Thranduil is exhausted and in pain and a wreck. And elves don't get chronic pain, they don't stay injured, they either succumb to their wounds and sail or fade and are reborn whole and healthy in the West or make full recoveries. None of his people understand what his life is like day to day, and he doesn't let them. He's never had anyone treat him so gently before, he always has to pretend, he's never gotten to stop performing. And Bard is there, a mortal, treating his vulnerability like the miracle and gift that it is, easing what he can of the pain and replacing what remains with pleasure and warmth. It's terrifying how good it feels to let himself be vulnerable with Bard knowing he is safe. It brings Thranduil to weeping.
Is Bard actually "grim of face" inherently or is he just living in crippling poverty and skipping meals so his kids don't go hungry and on top of all of that having the second worst week of his life when Bilbo meets him
Broke: Thranduil bending down a little bit to kiss Bard
Woke: Bard getting on tip-toe to kiss Thranduil
Bespoke: Thranduil's neck is Right Fucking There
It's Right Fucking There
Giant red youtube thumbnail arrow. Tongue goes there.
Listen man I know Thranduil is soooooo much older than Bard canonically like it's not even close but if you'll excuse me I have to think about a modern AU where he's a twenty-something college student getting dicked down by his middle aged professor
Whatever you do don't think about Bard losing his vision as he ages. He was Thranduil's second sight, covering his blind spot, for decades. Then, towards towards the end, it becomes Thranduil (who still has his right eye) caring for Bard, who's left with darkness and the vague blurry silhouettes of his loved ones in his twilight years-- [gets shot]
Thranduil would 100% send Bard a letter or a thrush saying "Visiting Dale in three days, don't wash" a la Napoleon. I know in my heart that this is true.
Lonely in this rarepair sandbox (thinking about Beorn and Thranduil fucking nastystyle)