#barduilmonth2023

[corndog-patrol]

for barduilmonth we have an actor au (long suffering bilbo is my favorite)

[piyo13sdoodles]

@bi-widower-dads's barduil month, day 23: love letters! sort of. getting a bird to sneak raunchy messages to your lover while they're in important meetings is surely a good use of your time, right? right??

other barduil month entries: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] -

[dogblessyoutascha]

@bi-widower-dads

For Barduil Month Day 29 - Marriage! (It’s a continuation of this post.)

When Thranduil’s favorite patient finally outgrew her illness, he thought for sure his new family would outgrow him. Any day, Sigrid or Bain would pipe up that they never actually liked him and were just nice because Thranduil was helping Tilda. Any day, Bard would hear those words and Bard, like any good father should, would choose his children over his boyfriend. Girion would show up the next day to help the family disappear from Thranduil’s life completely.

Realistically, this made no sense. Thranduil had Girion’s approval to the point that Sigrid and Bain’s grandfather agreed with Bard about putting Thranduil on the emergency contact and pick-up list for the kids’ school. Thranduil had Sigrid’s approval to the point where she actively volunteered him for family activities he had previously not been a part of. Bain never complained, either.

And Bard-

Bard Bowman loved Thranduil enough to expend excess gas just to drive to the hospital to give Thranduil a kiss if one was forgotten in the early morning mayhem of getting their family presentable and out of the door on time.

Their family. Those words never ceased to fill Thranduil’s heart with joy, but they overwhelmed him the day all of his fears were put to rest. The day Bard Bowman asked Thranduil Oropherion to marry him.

[ritartist42]

Ok, so I don't really have that much time, but I want to participate~

The drawings won't be that polished, but hey that's that I guess lol

So again late entry: Day 3 Emeralds of Girion

Thank you so much for the event~ @bi-widower-dads

[smoking-old-toby]

come lay your weakness down

a post-bofta everyone lives barduil fic (ft. background bagginshield) written before barduilmonth 2023 is over @bi-widower-dads

my barduil playlist:

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron • More Than a Friend - girli • Movement - Hozier • Jupiter - Donna Missal • Kiss Me In Slow Motion - Ängie • Howling - Cathedrals • King of Shadow - Kat Cunning • Heaven is a Place - Amber Run • Undisclosed Desires - Muse • lonely bitch - Bea Miller • Alive - Adelitas Way • Love Like This - Jessica Andrea

[scary-grace]

Barduil Month Day 1: First Meetings

It's day 1 of Barduil month over at @bi-widower-dads, and I'm so excited to finally post my collaboration with the insanely talented @corndog-patrol!

Take My Heart And Please Don't Stake It (4134 words) by corndog_patrol, BiSquared Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil Characters: Bard the Bowman, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Bain of Dale, Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Tilda (Hobbit Movies) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Vampires, Vampire!Thranduil, Vampire Hunter!Bard, POV Bard the Bowman, POV Thranduil, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst and Humor, Eventual Fluff, Good Parent Thranduil, Good Parent Bard the Bowman, Legolas and the Bardlets, Vampire Hunters, they both take the wrong things too seriously Summary: When newly minted vampire hunter Bard Bowman moved to San Francisco, he was braced for trouble and danger. But the first trouble he finds is a different kind of dangerous -- a vampire named Thranduil who wants him in every way but the one he's supposed to.

[haldirsmellon]

just wanted to come on here and share this thing that I started 'drawing' back in April for @bi-widower-dads (Barduil Month 2023) for the prompt 'ghost'. It was meant to end up being an angsty picture of Thranduil reaching out towards Bard's ghost but I just never got round to finishing it!

I've come to the conclusion that I'm probably never gonna finish it so I should just post it now haha, hope it'd not too bad :)

[bi-widower-dads]

And that's a wrap!

Thank you to everyone who's participated in Barduil Month 2023 - all our creators, likers, rebloggers, kudosers and commenters! We hope you've had as much fun with it as we have.

So what's next?

We have a few things coming up!

Masterlist We'll be posting a masterlist of all the creations from this year's event some time in the next week or so. We'll keep it updated with any late submissions.

Late submissions are very welcome - please post whenever you're ready and we'll reblog them and add them to the masterlist. We know that 30 days' worth of prompts is A Lot, and we didn't give you much notice of the event this year, mainly because we didn't come up with the idea in time!

New content We're aiming to reblog further new Barduil content throughout the year. Feel free to tag us in your posts!

Next year's event We'll be back next year! We'll have a more definite timetable later, probably around November time, but we're thinking of opening prompt submissions at the beginning of January, posting the list of prompts at the beginning of February to give everyone more time to create, and then running the event throughout April 2024.

In the meantime, thank you again from your mods @scary-grace, @piyo-13 and @nocompromise-noregrets! We're going to go and take a little nap now...

[thatonetimetraveller]

@bi-widower-dads

Day 3 - The Emeralds of Girion

I busted out my watercolours for this and I love how it turned out

[maybe-thou-shalt-find-valimar]

My contribution for Barduil month! Ignore the shit lighting and Bard's hand bcuz I'm pretty sure that's not how hands work

Special thanks to my friend Zoe for posing bcuz I don't know how to draw human bodies and this would look like abosute shit if she hadn't. I would tag her but she barely knows what tumblr is, let alone have an account, soo

[ao3feed-tolkien]

There's only one bed

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/89ZsaTy

by myeaglesong

It was the night after their first date, and Thranduil had missed the last bus home. Bard kindly offers him a place to stay at his apartment, what happens next is pure fluff.

Words: 758, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bard the Bowman, Thranduil (Tolkien)

Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil

Additional Tags: First Date, First Kiss, barduilmonth2023, Romantic Fluff, Awkward Kissing, Caring Thranduil, Smitten Bard the Bowman, Modern Era, Awkward Thranduil (Tolkien), Thranduil Not Being An Asshole, No Incest, No Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/89ZsaTy

[corndog-patrol]

Heavy Metal AU for barduilmonth 🤘🤘🤘

this was honestly so much fun to draw ✨

[piyo13sdoodles]

@bi-widower-dads' barduil month day 5: family! have a post-canon royal portait :')

other barduil month entries: [1] [2] [3] [4] - [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23]

[image id: a line drawing of legolas, bain, thranduil, bard, tilda, and sigrid. all of them are wearing crowns, and bard's kids have their hair grown out.]

[dogblessyoutascha]

@bi-widower-dads

Barduil Month Day 27 - First Kiss

[ritartist42]

Another quick drawing, sorry for the quality~

A late entry for : Day 4-White Gems of Lasgalem

I just passed my third consecutive exam so I think I will finally have some time to chill and draw

Thank you so much for the event~ @bi-widower-dads

[smoking-old-toby]

barduil amnesia snippet (ficlet? scene? whatever)

@bi-widower-dads

Bard blinks, trying to wake up, but it's slow going. His head feels... fuzzy. Maybe he's coming down with a cold. He hopes not. Working the barge with a cold is miserable.

When Bard finally manages to open his eyes, he narrows them. What is going on? There's a man with long silver hair sitting in a chair next to his bed, looking... relieved?

Was he struck with an illness during the night, badly enough that Sigrid felt she must get help? But if someone was to be called, why a stranger?

His heart begins to race as panic rears its head. He needs to see the children. As long as Sigrid, Bain, and Tilda are okay, everything will be fine. Bard can handle anything else.

"No need to fret," the man says, "the children are well. Sigrid is looking after the younger ones while I look after you."

The healer's voice is confident, soothing. Everything is okay. The children are fine, and while Bard might not be... completely well, it doesn't seem to be serious.

Letting out a long sigh, Bard is glad his heart has slowed. "You surprised me, that's all. Was Maggie unable to help with what ails me?"

"Sigrid thought it would take more than Maggie's expertise, and I came as soon as she sent word."

He wants to ask... What did he want to ask? Sigrid... how did she know this healer? Bard shakes his head a little, trying to clear it.

He turns his face to escape those alluring blue eyes, to realize he doesn't recognize the room. "Is this your home?"

Bard looks back to the healer when he gets no reply.

The healer just stares at him, face blank. Wait. Did Bard just think of the healer as alluring? What would make him alluring? Bard knows nothing about him, save his profession, and he's certainly never felt allured by Maggie.

He gasps when the healer takes his chin with long, lithe fingers. Ignoring it, the healer tilts Bard's head this way and that, all while Bard is too stunned by the feeling of those fingers against his skin to protest.

It feels like sparks are flowing through his body. From his chin, through his arms and to his fingertips. Bard thinks of pressing his lips those fingertips... that pale, elegant neck...

The blue eyes are piercing him, looking for... something. "Do you not recognize this room?"

He opens his mouth, and then closes it. He's... supposed to remember this room, then? What's going on?

"You were injured when a building collapsed, Bard."

The healer is trying to tell him what happened to him, but Bard gets distracted by the surprising ache in his hands. An ache to touch the man before him, who looks at him now with such care.

"Bard, do you understand what I am telling you?"

"Yes," Bard replies slowly, "I don't remember the room... because I hurt my head..."

They both look to the door when it creaks open, but before Bard's eyes make it to the door, he spots something about the healer that... can that be right? Did he truly just see pointed ears?

Sigrid bounding through the door distracts him from his discovery. And how Bard's spirits lift at the sight of her!

"Da, you're alright!" she exclaims, before facing the healer. "I'm so glad it worked!"

She is crying tears of joy now, and Bard is sorry for the worry he caused her. He watches Sigrid throw her arms around the healer, who doesn't seem to be fazed by it. The healer... ah, the elf, he remembers. Perhaps it is elven magic making him feel so disoriented.

Indeed, unfazed, the elf holds her close and murmurs comforts to her. They are familiar, and that is when Bard starts to feel the fear creep up again. Sigrid couldn't be familiar with an elf without him knowing... so that must mean... it must mean that he has forgotten more than the room he is in.

"Sigrid," Bard clears his throat, willing his voice not to tremble, "do you think you could give us the room for a bit? I want to... ask him something."

After Sigrid leaves, the elf's face becomes solemn. He must already know that Bard doesn't remember him.

Bard doesn't remember him, but he wants so badly to touch the elf's smooth cheeks... What sound would he make if Bard slowly slid his tongue across his collarbone? His cloudy mind imagines trailing kisses up an arched spine.

With never before having desire to take one he doesn't love to his bed... he can only surmise that... somehow, he met this elf and they fell in love. It is the only thing Bard can think of that fits.

The elf's voice is sad when he says, "If you do not remember me, then you have lost at least a year's worth of memory."

...............

Almost losing his dear friend, Thranduil is grateful Sigrid called for him when she did. And how grateful he is for Bard's strength, that he held on as Thranduil raced to his side.

The happiness he felt at Bard's waking is now tainted with sadness, but he has hope that Elrond can assist. Thranduil has not spoken to Elrond in so long, but this is for Bard. He intends to send a letter to Imaldris as soon as Bard is settled.

Thranduil watches Bard smile at him, and his heart soars at seeing it, for there had been a terror in him just hours ago that he would never see Bard smile again. That he would be gone so young.

Sighing, Bard says, "I'm actually relieved."

Bard has always surprised him. A man, killing a dragon. That same man, demanding Thranduil let him talk to Thorin. But now, he is overwhelmed.

Chuckling lightly, Bard explains, "I was trying to figure it out why I was feeling this way about someone I don't recognize." What? "I guess even though I don't have memories of you... I still know you."

He is chiding himself for his foolishness when it happens. One moment, Thranduil is telling himself that of course Bard only meant familiarity, not that he has romantic inclinations, when the next moment Bard is reaching towards his face.

The movement is so casual and Bard's smile is so sweet. Thranduil knows he will never forget. Those rough, calloused fingers slowly tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

Biting his lip, a low keening sound comes from his mouth, unbidden. Thranduil cannot be blamed for it. It has been so long since he has been touched, and Thranduil has longed for Bard so.

"Elf ears are sensitive." Bard's words are deep and full of wonder.

Thranduil tries not to let shock show on his face, but he is not sure he is entirely successful.

Heat burns behind those lovely brown eyes as Bard takes Thranduil's hands, and runs his thumbs lightly over his knuckles as he earnestly says, "I'm glad we didn't let our differences stop us from being together. It's not often lovers die together anyways, someone is usually left behind."

It feels overly warm in this room. Thranduil looks over to the fireplace to see not a blazing fire, but smoldering embers. It must be the warmth of Bard's gaze making him feel thus.

'Lovers.' Bard thinks he and Thranduil are lovers. Then it occurs to him that Bard must have known, so why had he said nothing? Perhaps his reason for staying silent was the same as Thranduil's, that he didn't feel the sentiment would be returned.

A smile spreads across Thranduil's lips. There are so many reasons not to be smiling. Bard does not remember that he killed a dragon, that he's a king of men.

But Bard loves him.

Thranduil did not believe he could feel any happier than this, but Bard releases his hands to cradle his face between his palms.

Then Bard is kissing him. It is soft at first, and Thranduil leans into him. One of Bard's hands slides from his face and into his hair, anchoring them together. The feeling of Bard's beard against his face is thrilling.

When Bard pulls away a little and starts chuckling, Thranduil asks, voice breathless, "Pray tell, what is so amusing?"

"I don't even know your name."

"Thranduil."

Eyes widening in shock, Bard's mouth gapes open.

Thranduil has been enchanted by Bard's kiss. Surely that is a viable excuse for this slip. He really should have eased Bard into his current life circumstances slowly.

"The Elvenking?!"