#Tilda of Dale

[meteors-lotr]

Lotr + The Hobbit as The Onion Headlines

[pytania-do-tildi-baina-i-sigrid]

Golden Trio

Sigrid Bardsdotter (16)

Bain Bardson (13)

Tildi Bardsdotter (11)

[meteor752]

The thing with Tildamir (Tilda X Boromir, if you don’t follow my lotr side blog then you’d be confused by it, but check it out @meteors-lotr) is that, Tilda is a slut by nature so everything she does, she does with the intent to turn someone on. It’s just second nature to her at this point, like the way she walks, eats, fights, everything is very deliberate to be as hot as possible.

But the moment Boromir does something to turn her on, Tilda will short circuit completely

[lady-of-the-spirit]

I think the biggest appeal of Barduil as a ship to me is the one least talked about, which is that Legolas would suddenly become a big brother to 3 siblings all at once.

[green-fifteen]

Day 2: Soft

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Gen (background Bagginshield, Kili/Tauriel)

Word count: 2,059

written for: @fluffyfebruary

Bilbo and Kili stomped over the doorway into Bard's house and were greeted by Tilda's cries of delight. She was always happy to see Kili because he put her on his shoulders whenever she asked him to. By the time her father emerged from an inner room, she was already perched there and grinning.

"Bilbo," Bard greeted him warmly. "I see you've brought trouble."

He smiled. "His mother deserves a break."

"Hey!" Kili said, and bounced a little to hear Tilda laugh.

They made tea and sat around the table in the parlor. Tilda ran off to play with her siblings.

"The wind is good for practice, today," Bard said to Kili mildly. "If you can wait until midday. I've a counselor coming shortly."

The Prince beamed at him and launched into talk about his latest archery innovation. Bilbo made impressed noises at what he thought were the correct moments while Bard threw him amused looks.

They would stay two nights in Dale, in an unofficial capacity. Bilbo had been aching to get out walking and wanted badly to see his friend. The King Under the Mountain, busy with plans for Durin's Day, had told his husband not to go alone. He'd proposed Dwalin escort him, but Fili had seemed restless for weeks since Tauriel had gone to visit the Greenwood, and asked to go instead. He always enjoyed visiting Bard's family. Bilbo suspected he just liked being around other young people who weren't Gimli.

After tea, Bilbo settled his things in his usual room and made his way out into Dale. It was still developing, barely two years since the dragon brought his devastation. It was doing well, however, and Bilbo could see the young metropolis it would turn out to be. Already traders from the other kingdoms of Men had set up in the markets and the ports of the Long Lake. There was much to see and even more to buy. He caught a good smell on a crisp breeze and let it draw him further from Bard's home, deep into the heart of Dale.

At midday, Bard and Kili took a pile of bows to the practice yard behind the house. Bard's children wandered out to watch them from under the eaves, wrapped haphazardly against the cold in socks and blankets. The young Dwarf showed off eagerly to entertain them. Bard only rolled his eyes and issued a new challenge.

The children went inside when the air turned colder. As the sun began to set, Kili and Bard followed them. They were not surprised to find Bilbo still gone, for he was always chasing down some fancy tasteful trinket or jammy tart.

When Bard's head of house called for supper and Bilbo still had not returned, they began to shoot each other worried looks. When Sigrid asked, "Didn't Bilbo come with you from the Mountain, Kili?" he assured her the Hobbit was probably out taking supper with a boat of bass fishermen or some baker's family. He had done similar things before, he said. But never without sending a note, he didn't say.

Finally, after the children went to bed, Bard informed his staff to keep a tight eye on the house and sallied forth with Kili to find the Prince Consort. He did not know which idea terrified him more: his friend being in trouble somehow, or telling the King he'd let his husband out of his sight long enough to get into trouble in the first place.

They were still out searching when Bilbo reappeared on the front steps of the house, dragging a pair of men in a cart behind him and wearing clothes that were noticeably grimier than they had been when he left. He pulled one Man and then the other from the wooden cart, heaving and panting and sweating. He cursed them irritably as they dropped to the ground. He left their weapons in the bottom of the cart, carefully covered them with his own overcoat, and moved the cart just out of view.

He glanced at the two Men lying at his feet on the ground. Soft-hearted old fool he thought, and then the door opened.

Bard's head of house, a man called Jorn, directed bowls of warm water to be brought to the sitting room and helped Bilbo carry the Men through the house to sit near the fireplace.

"I found these two near the Lake," he told Jorn, lying masterfully. "I was sure they'd had too much to drink, but then I noticed the lumps on their heads. Poor dears."

They patted the wounds on their heads with damp cloths and arranged them on pallets near each other. Bilbo dismissed Jorn with his sincere thanks and then settled in to wait.

It didn't take long for the young Men to wake. The first woke with a start and a cry, making Bilbo jump and spill half his tea in his lap.

"I say!" he demanded in a hushed voice, knowing the children had to be asleep upstairs. "Quiet, if you please!"

The Man looked around him, seeming confused and more than a little panicked. He saw the other man lying at his side and grew frantic, trying to wake him.

Bilbo stood from his chair to do his best version of looming. It wasn't normally that impressive, but this Man had already been on the wrong end of an angry Hobbit once tonight.

"I said be quiet," Bilbo intoned gravely. He tried to borrow the voice Thorin used whenever a ruckus erupted during council meetings.

It seemed to work and the Man went silent, looking at him fearfully.

The other Man suddenly woke up groaning and clutched his head.

Several minutes and a bit more delicate intimidation later, both Men were sitting in armchairs across from Bilbo, who had refilled his teacup.

"If you wouldn't mind telling me," Bilbo started, politely, "What were the pair of you thinking, attacking a gentlehobbit on the road at night?"

As Bilbo watched them, noting the nervous way they seemed to communicate with their eyes and the concave shells of their cheeks, he realized for the first time how young they were. He was never very good at knowing the ages of Men once they grew past his own height.

"We're sorry, Mister Hobbit," said the first boy, a blonde wisp of a Man. To Bilbo's satisfaction, tears gathered in his eyes. He did like being right about this sort of thing.

"I figured as much," he drawled, placing his cup on the saucer with a clink of china.

"We've never hurt anybody before," the blonde boy said again, his breath hitching. Bilbo thought he might be the older of the two. He hummed at him to go on and the boy took a few deep breaths, scratching at the arm of his chair.

"I'm Pater," he said eventually. "And that's my brother Liom. We saw you and well." He stopped, looking miserable.

"You don't know how to use that axe out there, do you, my boy?" Bilbo guessed.

He shook his head and the tears in his eyes slid down his face.

Bilbo looked at Liom, who was gazing at the coals in the fireplace with no expression. The Hobbit sighed.

"I'm sorry I knocked you boys about as I did. Only, you gave me quite a fright, you know."

Pater looked down. "I know."

And, because he was very hungry and his young ruffians looked half-starved, he bade them follow him to the hall where Jorn had set out Bilbo's supper. The Man was familiar with the Hobbit and his appetite, so the food he'd left him was more than enough to feed two scrawny boys. Their eyes went wide as they took in the table.

"Now," said Bilbo. "I'm willing to forget the circumstance of our meeting, so long as the both of you will do me a few small favors."

Liom looked very skeptical, but Pater nodded immediately.

"Of course, Mister Hobbit."

Bilbo counted off on his fingers. "First, I'd like you not to mention my roughness with you to anyone. It's a terrible thing to do, you know. Bashing people. Second, you'll need to help me with this supper here. I'm far too small a fellow to finish this off myself." He heard Jorn's affronted sniff from around the corner and supressed a smile. "Third, call me Bilbo."

They gaped at him, then fell on the food with ravenous hands. He watched them ignore the forks on the table, appalled. The Hobbit batted them about the shoulders and made them sit down and use the cutlery.

When Bard and Kili arrived, they were glum and exhausted. They were sure Bilbo was dead and dropped in the Lake or someplace. Bard was mentally drafting a letter in his head that conveyed both Your consort is missing and Please don't start a war. Kili was crying.

They heard voices in the hall and followed them to hear Bilbo saying, "Now, now! I won't have that fine flaky pastry treated like a mop, you villain!"

The two of them rushed in and saw the Hobbit seated across from a pair of adolescent Men, barely out of childhood. One was blonde and clearly terrified to see them. The dark-haired one looked over at them with a hard expression. Their faces were stuffed with Bilbo's supper.

Kili lifted Bilbo out of his chair and into the air with a shout that had Bilbo smacking at his head to be quiet. Bard watched the boys at his table carefully, but smiled with real joy and relief to see Bilbo safe in his home.

Pater and Liom were introduced to the King of Dale, who grasped their shaking hands and said he was glad to know them. They also came to know Kili, a Prince of Erebor. He grinned toothily at them and demanded to know how they came to meet Bilbo.

"Did our Burglar decide to kidnap you, then?" he said, guffawing with his arm around the Hobbit's shoulder.

Bilbo told them his story about finding the boys unconscious at the shore of the Long Lake and dragging them back to the house. Kili didn't hesitate to believe him, but amusement gradually entered the slant of Bard's eyebrows as he listened to Bilbo speak.

Eventually, he leveled the pair with a steady look.

"Is there someone in town waiting up for you tonight?"

They spoke to each other in furtive looks, as they had in the sitting room.

"No, Your Majesty," said Pater, lowly, eyes on his empty plate.

Bard slapped the table lightly. "You shall sleep here. See that you do not bother my children as you climb the stairs. Jorn will show you the room."

His tone was final and they did not argue with him, thought Pater's wide eyes found Bilbo's face. He lifted his eyesbrows at him and inclined his head toward the stairs. They went up to bed.

When they were gone, Bard watched his friend fidget with his napkin and waited for him to speak. Kili was finishing Bilbo's apple cake.

"I could not leave them lie there, Bard," the Hobbit finally said. "It is very good of you to let them sleep here. Thank you."

Bard snorted. "Oh yes, I let them. As thought you would not have snuck them in, regardless. I do know you, my friend."

Bilbo scowled at him, but did not argue. Kili still was not paying attention, so he said, "I'm afraid I may have been a little hard on them, at first."

"Knocked unconscious, you said?"

"Yes. Well. They were only trying to frighten me, but I didn't know that."

Bard slapped him on the back and laughed. Kili reached for a rasher of bacon.

"I can only imagine they thought you a soft target. I am sure they know their error, now." His voice was warm with fondness for his little friend.

Bilbo shrugged off his hand and flicked Kili's fingers from his pan-fried potatoes.

When they went to bed, Jorn and a kitchen maid cleaned the table, conversing a little about the events of the evening. When that was done, they doused the lights. The house was silent, but for the quiet sound of five children, two Princes, and the King of Dale resting peacefully.

FIN

[nocompromise-noregrets]

death is certain, life is not - fic by likethenight (@nocompromise-noregrets), art by Erathene (@erathene) for Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang (@tolkienrsb)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Elladan & Elrohir (Tolkien) & Tilda (Hobbit Movies); Arwen Undómiel & Tilda (Hobbit Movies); Bain of Dale & Sigrid & Tilda (Hobbit Movies); Sigrid & Tauriel & Tilda (Hobbit Movies); Bard the Bowman (Tolkien) & Tilda (Hobbit Movies); Thranduil (Tolkien) & Tilda (Hobbit Movies); Bard the Bowman/Thranduil (Tolkien); Elrond Peredhel & Tilda (Hobbit Movies); Tilda (Hobbit Movies) & Original Female Character(s); Tilda (Hobbit Movies)/Original Female Character

Characters: Tilda (Hobbit Movies); Elladan (Tolkien); Elrohir (Tolkien); Arwen Undómiel; Original Female Character(s); Original Female Character(s) of Color; Sigrid (Hobbit Movies); Tauriel (Hobbit Movies); Bain of Dale; Bard the Bowman (Tolkien); Thranduil (Tolkien); Elrond Peredhel; Legolas Greenleaf; Lindir (Tolkien); Figwit | Melpomaen (Lord of the Rings Movies); Erestor (Tolkien); Glorfindel (Tolkien)

Word count: 46,264 (17 chapters)

Summary: Tilda becomes a healer, gardener and midwife as she grows up, in honour of her mother who died giving birth to her, and after she comes of age she goes to Rivendell to learn from Elrond; but the most valuable lesson of all is one she takes with her, and which seems to keep evolving, showing her different aspects as she learns and grows.

[scary-grace]

Artist: Dogblessya (Ao3)/@dogblessyoutascha

Author: BiSquared (Ao3)/@scary-grace

To Catch the Conscience of a King (8550 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) Rating: T Warnings: None Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil (Tolkien) Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Bard the Bowman (Tolkien), Bard the Bowman's Children (Tolkien), Bain of Dale, Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Bilbo Baggins, Gandalf (Tolkien), Alfrid Lickspittle It is well-known in Middle-earth that Elves come to the aid of Men, and Thranduil answers Dale's call for help out of nothing more than obligation, and with more than a little resentment. But amidst the ruins of a city and the beginnings of a war, Thranduil meets Bard the Dragon-slayer, and learns anew that Men are worthy of his help - and that one man in particular is worthy of more.

Artwork here

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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Bard with a mermaid partner headcanons

(Similar but more in depth version of this story)

- He meets you on his boat one day but when he says ‘hello’ you swim away scared

- The more you see him, the more confident you become and start talking to him

- You both end up talking for hours every time he comes out

- One day you come to town to see him but he tells you not to because you may get hurt

- You talk about everything from your families, to your worlds and what you do for fun

- Slowly you both begin to fall in love with each other but you never admit it

- When Smaug attacks, you subtly help the towns people by pulling them into the water, onto the land and away from the flames

- When Bard sees his children again, Tilda is excitedly talking about a mermaid saving her

- Her siblings and the towns people don’t deny it but they don’t want to admit it either

- After the battle, Bard goes to find and confront you

- He thanks you for saving his family and that’s when you both admit your feelings for each other and finally kiss

- After that neither of you see each other for some time as Bard helps to rebuild Dale

- You’ll catch a glimpse of each other every now and then but you figure he’s too busy for you now

- On the night of Bards coronation, he’s surprised to see you there, in a dress and as a human

- You explain that you have been granted the opportunity to become a human one evening a month on the full moon

- You dance together, meet his children (Tilda is the only one who knows and believes you’re a mermaid) and he apologises for how he’s neglected you

- That evening as you fall asleep after making love, he begins to plan out in his mind a system so you may swim to his castle easily

- The next morning he begins construction and explains his plan to you

- Every night on the full moon you are able to be together and you grow even closer to both him and his children

- His other two children discover what you are and they all promise to keep it a secret

- As your love grows, Bard proposes to you and you become his queen

- He did have to meet your family beforehand and even had a private ceremony away from prying eyes after the formal regal one

- Once you become queen, your people and the elves work on magic to make you able to become human for longer

- You can’t stay one for too long as it would be harmful but you are able to stay human for one week every month beginning on the full moon

- The elves, your people and your new family work to keep your identity safe and ways to make the people of Dale less suspicious of their queen

- Since becoming the queen you are able to grow closer to your new step-children

- You often take Tilda swimming with you

- Bard sits with you every night in your private lagoon before bed

- Bain and Sigrid grow close with your siblings

- Sigrid loves to learn about the society and way of life of your people

- Bain and your brothers have almost too much fun discussing different battles and weapons of the land and sea

- On your first wedding anniversary Bard surprises you by becoming a merman for an evening

- He always felt bad that you had to change so much and he didn’t

- Every year on your birthday and your wedding anniversary, Bard would become like you for an evening and you would spend time together in your own world

- Bard never forced you to give up your culture or your family

- You accepted each other and though it was sometimes difficult, you made your relationship work beautifully

[elvain]

Forged In Amber

             In the days following Sigrid’s collapse in the marketplace of Dale, the King’s manor had been the stage for more than just one screaming match between the various members of his family. There was, too, the occasional howling and baying of a hound heard from within the walls of the grand house. Those who worked in the manor were tight-lipped about the whole affair, as they should have been, and those who walked by the manor as they went about their day ducked their heads and quickened their pace.

            Much to Sigrid’s chagrin, Bain and Tilda had firmly taken Bard’s side in every argument since her episode. She had awoken in the parlour of the manor with her father’s worried (and furious) face hovering over her. By the time Bain had returned from some nameless errand, Bard and Sigrid had been practically shouting at each from opposite ends of the room.

            “You cannot keep me locked up in this house!” Sigrid cried, storming after her father as he strode out of the room. “I am not a dog nor am I a child!”

            “If you were a dog or a child, you’d have more sense,” Bard muttered under his breath.

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[blackarrcw]

Bard is descended from Girion through his father.

There are multiple scars he has upon his body from his younger years of training, some from later years. Right upon his forehead there is a small cut he received from the bell when on the tower, during Smaug's attack on Lake Town.

His wife passed away when Tilda was born due to illness after birth.

While it is common knowledge within the town, Bard does not like to spread the knowledge that he is descended from Girion due to the disappointment of knowing his ancestor failed in killing the dragon when Smaug first took over Erebor.

He prefers wines to ale.

Knowledgeable in a few languages: Dalish (the people of Dale's first language ), Westron, and some Sindarin. He is known to learn through listening and studying some texts that had been left by his ancestor.

[shy-blue-blossom]

The Unseen Princess

Chapter Three: Secrets come to Light

Chapter 2

Normal PoV

As Laketown was getting burnt down to the ground Tauriel was getting the girls out of Laketown while Kili and the others were making their way to the mountain. As they were trying to get out of Laketown and Bain remembered that his father had hidden the black arrow in a boot next to a statute, but they didn't know where y/n had gone. Bard and Bain had finally taken the dragon Smaug down. When everyone was on the shores the girls were looking for them. As they were looking for them, Alfred was making trouble with one of the ladies.

"Alfred I wouldn't do that if I was you." Bard's voice told him as he grabbed his arm that was about to strike the lady.

Tilda and Sigrid couldn't wait to go to him and give him a hug. The Laketown people then began to argue, what they didn't see was the elf that was upon a gorgeous, pure white horse.

"What going on here?" Her question made everyone stop what they were doing to see her now standing next to her horse.

"Y/N!!!" Tilda shouted as she ran to her and hugged her.

Y/n hugged her back as she looked up to see Sigrid smiling at her, and she got a smile in return.

"Bard you might want to get everyone to shelter before dark." She told him and that's what he did, he took them all to Dale.

When they got to Dale they all found places to sleep while Alfred took night watch. When Bard asked if anything happen, he said nothing could get past me, yet an army of elves did. They had brought supplies for the. Bard had talked to the Mirkwood king, Thranduil. Bard had tried talking to Thorin, but he did not listen. So Thranduil thinks it's wise to attack during the day, first thing. While they were talking they didn't notice y/n was standing there watching them. As she was about to say something a man with a pointy hat and a stick was standing by the entrance of the tent.

"What is going on here?" The old man asked them.

"GANDALF!!" Y/n happily called out his name as she ran up to him and hugged him and while doing so her hood to the cloak she was wearing fell off her head, Thranduil couldn't believe his eyes.

"You can't be from them." Thranduil let out a whisper not believing his eyes.

Y/n froze along with Gandalf but she soon let go of Gandalf and turned to look at Thranduil. When he saw her crown his eyes widened in surprise. Before he could say anything a hobbit appeared by the tents entrance.

"Bilbo you're alright," Y/n said with a sigh of relief as she ran up to him and bent down to his height.

He looked at her strangely not knowing who it was but he soon realised. He then gave the Arkenstone to Thranduil and Bard who knew what to do with it and hopefully not go to war, but they didn't know what the orcs were up to. As they were talking they didn't notice y/n disappear from the tent. Soon the night was over and they were going to confront Thrion again to see if he is willing to trade or will they go to war. Thrion chose war with the help of his cousin Daín.

The time came when they talked to Thrion but he would not listen and soon his cousin Dain of the Iron Hills came to help fight in the war, but as they were about to fight, Orcs began to come and attacked. As everyone was fighting no one noticed the extra elves that were there helping to keep Dale safe. As Thrion, his nephews and Dwalin were on top of Ravenhill fighting Azog and Bolg, but they didn't realise that y/n was helping them as the war ended they still didn't notice her.

When the war was over Myriil came and got her and took her back home. When they got there she was taken to the healers to get a checkup since she had fainted in his arms. While the healers were looking after the unconscious Princess Myriil went to tell the king and prince that she has returned. Once they knew she was home they raced to the healers to see her sleeping on the bed. They sat by her bed waiting for her to wake up and when the healers talked to the king, they told him she fainted from using too many spells and energy. They didn't leave her bedside unless it was for food or an emergency to do with the realm. There was a knock at the door when they were talking about the realm.

"Come in." The king Acluce called out as he stood up with Eltaor next to him.

In came Myrill with another elf that had brown shoulder length hair, and with him was another elf with blonde hair.

"How can I help you?" Acluce asked them.

"We were wondering if you know an elf with middle thigh length h/c hair and e/c because we would like to thank her." The blonde hair elf asked him.

"And what do you want to thank my daughter for?" He asked them again.

Before anyone could answer the was a moan of pain from behind Acluce and Eltaor. They turned around to see y/n up but holding her head as she was in pain. Both Acluce and Eltaor went up to her and asked what hurts and all she could do was hold her head as she wined. The brown-haired elf moved to her and healed her and she fell forward into her hanar arms with an exhausted sigh as she looked at the elf that helped her.

"Thank you...for helping me." She tanked him slightly exhausted before sitting up straight with help from her hanar.

"It is my honour to have helped you, princess. I am Elrond, Lord of Rivendell." He introduced himself as he bowed to her. "And this is Thranduil king of the woodland realm." He introduced him to them as he bowed his head to her as well.

They then left the room with her father to talk. Her hanar stayed and helped her to stand back on her feet to get the strength back into her legs. It's been a while since then and y/n has been visiting Bilbo and his nephew Frodo and it was soon to be Bilbo's 111th birthday which she can't go to since her home has been found by the Orcs again. She has sent a letter to Bilbo explaining her reasons for not being there. There is also the reason with the dark is getting closer to her home and that is not good.

When she heard the flute she gave Gandalf be played she began to make her way to Rivendell and while she was making her way, Frodo had been stabbed by a morgue blade and was being healed by Lord Elrond. As Boromir was talking about the ring and was about to grab it and before Gandalf could say anything another voice spoke and was speaking a forbidden spell from her people.

"Do not touch something you don't know the power of." The person said as she walked in and looked like she was about to fall over, but before she could Elrond and Aragorn were next to her and holding her up.

"You made her utter forbidden words, do you know how that will make her feel," Gandalf spoke as he stood looking at Boromir.

"I'm sorry but I do not know who she is," Boromir said as he pointed to y/n who is now sitting down in the seat Aragorn was sitting in.

"This is y/n Cormyth, princess of the Ornarta Casmasto realm, the realm of the sun and moonlight elves." Elrond introduced her to everyone and she had finally pulled her clock off revealing her crown.

Once everyone saw her crown it went dead silent. Soon everyone was throwing questions around but not about the ring but about her.

"If you want to know why I am here then you need to find out what you are going to do about that ring if not there will no more be a realm of the sun and moonlight elves. I would like it if we could talk about what all the races are going to do about the ring. Isn't that right Frodo?" She asked and explained as she smiled at them, then to Frodo.

They then talked about the ring as if they completely forgot about it for a while. As the others were arguing with each other, y/n was watching Frodo to see what he was going to do. He soon did volatile to be the ring bearer and Gandalf was to be his guild since he did not know the way. Aragorn gave him his sword to help, Legolas came forward and gave him his bow, Gimli with his axe and Boromir also gave him his help.

"I see you are almost complete." Y/n spoke up.

But before anyone could say anything three little hobbits stood next to Frodo. Elrond looked at her and she stood up and stood in front of Frodo, then kneed to his height with a smile on her face.

"Just like your Uncle Bilbo who helped to reclaim the lonely mountain and I stayed by his side, you have my people's trust, but most of all you have my power as the sun and moonlight elves princess," Y/n said as she never took the smile off her face.

Frodo couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his face and he jumped into her arms. He kept whispering thank you's into her ear as she hugged him back. Y/n pulled back and kissed his forehead before starting to her full height and turning to Elrond.

"Now the fellowship of the ring is complete," Elrond told them. "Now get ready for your journey ahead because it's going to be long and hard with your new friends." He finished as he looked at all of them, as y/n had stood next to Aragorn and Gandalf.

Chapter 4.

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The Unseen Princess

Masterlist

[meteors-lotr]

Bard: I can't believe you assassinated the steward of Gondor! Tilda: Well, 'assassinated' implies it was politically motivated. I killed him because he was a dick, so technically I murdered him! Bard: That's not better!

[pytania-do-tildi-baina-i-sigrid]

Tildi, z kim ze swojego otoczenia dogadujesz się najlepiej?

Tildi: Myślę, że moje TOP 3 osoby to:

Mama

Bain

Tauriel

Dlaczego Tauriel na trzecim miejscu? Cóż, bo to przecież nie rodzina. A rodzina jest najważniejsza.

[tildathewarrior]

Uwielbiam :)

Tilda of Dale moodboard

Sigrid Bain Eleonore Bard

AU Masterpost

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

The hobbit x neko heterochromic teen reader part 10

Dale and the race of men.

You go to Dale with the Mirkwood elves to help the people of Laketown. (Above is your armor.)

You are awaken to the sound of a racket outside your bedroom followed by your adoptive Father bursting in wearing armor "Y/N armor up! we are heading to Dale." He said as Anna came in with clothing that wasn't from your wardrobe. You quickly bathed, Anna put the clothes on you with Thranduil helping you with the little armor (Image above but change the cape to the white cloak.) then Anna did your hair and put a circlet that looked liked the one Thranduil's wearing on your head.

After getting dressed you were escorted to the stables were Thranduil and an army of elves are waiting with a wagon of previsions.

You walked up to Thranduil who is astride his giant elk that looked at you with its Beady charcoal eyes.

One of your bodyguards helped you up with Thranduil picking you up from your underarms and sitting you in front of him on the majestic beast "Hello little one." A deep mellow voice said making you look to the elk in wonder but Thranduil looked like he was going to have a heart attack "Hello." You said to the majestic bull "My elk is talking." Thranduil said in amazement "Yes I am." The bull told his rider "So this is one of your new powers?" He asked giving orders to the army to move out.

After hours of riding you and the elves of Mirkwood arrived to Dale. You and Thranduil rode to a human man with shoulder length hair and some stubble on his face. They began talking but you could only stare at Erebor in awe as you are so close to it 'It's even more amazing up close.' You think to yourself "I thought Neko's went extinct fifteen years ago." The man said looking at you in surprise "she's proven use all wrong." Thranduil said glancing down at you.

Later on after yours and Thranduil's tents are set up You ended up meeting Bard's children. His son and older daughter are your age a bit older then you while the youngest was about 10 years old. You found the son Bain quite handsome and found yourself very fond of him and his sisters Sigrid and Tilda whom you got along very well with.

You and Bain are walking around with you healing the wounded with your healing powers which Bard was really thankful for "Thank you so much Lady Y/N." He said "your welcome Lord Bard but please just call me Y/N." You said to the human who smiled "Only if you call me Bard." He said happily upon seeing his people happy that their was help until a familiar voice was heard and Bard walked out to investigate.

Your POV:

After I finished healing the wounded Bain and I went our separate ways for the day, I made my way to Dad's tent but stopped upon hearing the familiar voice again.

Raising my eyebrow I looked in to see "Gandalf!" I said running over to the Wizard and hugging him since I haven't seen him after we left Beorn's house "Y/N L/N? By my beard It's been awhile my dear," He said hugging me back while Dad rolled his eyes "Of course she knows Mithrandir." He said to Bard “It’s now Y/N Greenleaf.” I said to the grey wizard.

Bard looked surprised "So she also knows the dwarves?" He asked making me nod "I've been with the company for three months after orcs destroyed my village, then when we went to Mirkwood Dad and I made a deal I stay in Mirkwood he lets the dwarves go before Durin's day. After he adopted me I've been living in Mirkwood since." I said to Bard while Gandalf had a look that screamed *what happened while I was gone?* but it turned serious as he spoke of the fact that the dwarves were never meant to reach Erebor while Bard, Dad, and I followed him to the edge of the tower mines and Dad's tents are on as he says that there is an army of orcs and that they could destroy all of the lands. I nearly choked when he said the name of my homeland and I couldn't help but look at Dad "I thought you said K/N was destroyed." I said in sindarin making Gandalf turn to Dad "Thranduil? Please tell me you didn't tell her!?" Gandalf asked making Dad have a look of terror and he swore in Sindarin. All of them unaware of a group of orcs listening from a distance.

Somewhere else no one's POV:

A man with sickly grey skin, a few strands of Dirty brown hair, one Green eye and one Amber eye, he also had cat ears and a tail. He sat on a throne of silver with violet silks with a few orcs surrounding him with Azog the defiler himself standing in front of him talking in black speech "Yes Azog once we find my sister she will be your bride weather she likes it or not." The twisted neko said looking at the pale Orc until four orcs entered the room "Master Arrow! Master Azog we found the girl." A small and skinny Orc said with a twisted smile showing his sharp rotten teeth making the neko and pale Orc give twisted smiles of their own showing sharp and crooked yellow teeth "I'm coming for you my bride." The pale Orc said in English.

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unpublished fics game

Tagged by @thatonetimetraveller - thank you! <333333

I haven't many at the moment, and I am definitely not at home to the idea fairy just lately so most of these are actually longstanding WIPs that aren't quite behaving themselves and aren't being actively worked on.

Completely unwritten:

Sequel to Break You But You'll Mend, which was going to be later chapters of that story but it was doing my head in so I've chosen to end it at a convenient point and then put all the subplot stuff in a new story. In essence, Sigrid and Tilda (reborn in Valinor because Auriel (Thranduil's wife) went and gave the Valar a piece of her mind for letting Thranduil almost fade from grief though he'd defended his corner of Middle-Earth from Sauron for thousands of years alone, and demanded they send Bard back, and when he arrived he was accompanied by his daughters and his wife (Maudie)) are not happy with how unfair it is that they got to come back but any number of other people there have mortal loved ones who aren't coming back, and come up with the idea of putting their case before the Valar and persuading them to change the rules. It's going to be plotty and complicated and is therefore giving me the Fear, because I don't do either a) plot or b) complication.

The Sigrid-and-Tauriel queerplatonic companion story to My Heart Is An Empty Vessel, which I suspect at this point just plain isn't going to get written because I've run out of spoons where it's concerned. I've written little glimpses of them in EV-'verse, and various other beginnings for them, and I honestly don't think I have enough to write a proper long-form multi-chaptered fic. Which means that the full story of Elrond and co's visit to Dale from the later chapters of EV, including most of the Rivendell crew making friends with the Bardlings, is probably not going to happen, unless I manage some one-shots sometime.

A vague idea for Glorfindel Week sparked by this post about flowers spontaneously growing where Glorfindel is in Imladris, because they can't grow on his grave any more.

In progress in one way or another

Part four or whatever it is now of It's Always Been You, in which Rúmil and Orophin happen to be in Imladris not long after Legolas arrives after the Battle of the Five Armies and take issue with how the twins are treating him; they also meet young Estel, witness the aftermath of his first meeting with Arwen, and then the idea was to follow the characters up to the end of the War of the Ring (Haldir DOES NOT DIE). I am very stuck with this one, and it feels like one of the long stories I tried and failed to write 20-odd years ago - I had the idea but not enough of it to fill it out.

The twins-make-their-choice fic, of which I have about 900 words. I am really struggling with it, mostly with knowing quite what form it's going to take and how the story is going to unfold. I've been circling it for a while now and nibbling at the edges of the problem with various other fics, so I'm fairly sure it's going to happen at some point, it's just...getting there.

A canon-'verse fic for Barduil Month week 2 involving a linguistic diplomatic incident for @myeaglesong which I'm halfway through, I'm just a bit tangled up in how the incident itself will unfold, having done the setup.

Another Dancing in the Dark-'verse fic, a direct sequel to there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me, delivering a happy ending for Barduil Month week 4. I've got a bit done but I've been singularly lacking in spoons this week, for no apparent reason, and it's also from Tilda's perspective and I haven't written much from her POV before, especially not a modern teenage version so it's taking a while.

The Legolas/Haldir-in-Ithilien fic I was intending to write for My Slashy Valentine's event for Keiliss in February 2023. Also not cooperating. >.<

All I Want Is You, which is getting more and more difficult the further we get from the summer of 2020 and I forget more and more of the historical details. Another one where I think I had the idea but not enough filling. I just need to get back on with it, I think, and it'll fill itself out. Possibly need to do that May writing challenge I reblogged earlier and try and write 200 words a day, which might kick it off.

Stars and Arrows, a sort-of-originalfic based on a really glorious moodboard and concept by @mihrsuri - featuring two rather familiar-looking Oxford professors in a possibly-the-future-of-Middle-Earth-set reincarnation story with a mysterious illuminated medieval manuscript, which again probably requires more plot than I'm capable of but I'm greatly enjoying writing scenes here and there.

Two of a Kind, the long-ongoing original novel (based on a very old fic from the fandom that does not speak its name) which I am stuck on in various places. If anyone wants to read 180-odd-k of damaged ex-street-kid musician idiots in love and help me fill in the gaps, please do let me know (but please heed the tags)! I was posting it to AO3 for a bit but got out of the swing of it and now I'm totally out of the habit, though I tend to do a few one-shots here and there mostly for Writers' Month and Writers' Pride Month.

I think that's all of them. More than I expected, but still...! Do please ask me about any that catch your eye, I am in dire need of talking about them, and it might just kickstart the muses...I do need interaction to spark the ideas, it turns out, I'm not great at this in isolation.

Tagging anyone who fancies taking part in this one!