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[happenedinmiddle-earth]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

s: you are one of the few medics in the small town of Esgaroth

p: Bard The Bowman x fem!reader

w: illness, canon-violence (upcoming chapters), explicit scenes (upcoming chapters), age-gap mentioned at times, canon-poverty etc etc.

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I didn’t let anyone in the children’s room throughout most of the night. Not out of mean and ill-manners, but I didn’t want the rest of the family catch whatever got Tilda into such a bad shape. Even though blood cough itself wasn’t airborne or even easily contracted, I didn’t need the three remaining to be shivering from a cold. Instead I spent the time with the small child, talking to her and singing quietly, even if I couldnt know for sure when she was awake and when she wasn’t.

Eventually, around three hours after midnight, I walked out of Tilda’s temporary aid room and was faced with the same worried faces. Sigrid and Bain sat up from their small cots and looked at me, maybe even more piercingly than Bard. Their eyes were puffy and glimmered in worried tears, with bags underneath. I bit the inside of my cheek, not sure who to look at to face the least amount of pain.

I wiped my hands together to keep the cold away as I assessed the situation.

”The blood cough is a sort of an effect from a typical cold Tilda has contracted at some point”, I said carefully, already noticing the looks on their faces. ”But no one is here to blame. She just got unlucky.” I hurried to add. It wasn't uncommon to get the cold in such a cold town as Lake-town.

”But she will be alright won’t she?” Bain spoke up, tiny desperation in his voice. Sigrid gulped and looked at me with those wide eyes of hers. I inhaled deeply and mustered up a small smile.

”Well the blood has lessened considerably”, I began, wringing my hands together. A nervous habit I had picked up sometime. I felt like I was crushing their bubbles of hope. ”But she’s still running a very high fever.”

Both siblings simultaneously looked down. Bain tried to be brave for his sister, I could see it, but dread was written all over his face. And I didn’t blame him for it. Blood cough was a nasty business, especially in such cold and poor town.

My tired eyes looked at the bargeman. Bard gently ushered the children back to their cots by the fire, squeezing Bain’s shoulder before stepping towards me. He was quite tall, at least a head or so taller than me, yet he looked so small when he almost begged me to heal his daughter. I could see it in his eyes, it was the same look he had when his late wife had fallen ill. I hadn't been nearly as old then, but I had been there when Bard had asked for your father's help.

My hand squeezed his in comfort. It was a feeble attempt but better than nothing. I was very fond of children yourself. seeing their innocence being tampered with made my head swirl with anger.

Two hours later I had beome officially Bard’s family’s favorite person, as I stepped out for my almost hourly update. The sleepless night had caused bags to appear under my eyes aswell, but the sight of a small, timid smile sparked up hope in the room.

”The blood’s now somewhat gone”, I nodded. ”And the fevers down a little.”

”She’s alright?” Sigrid exclaimed. Not wanting to worry them any longer, I nodded, causing everyone to let out a breath of relief. Sigrid hugged you and I felt the air leave my lungs. It caused an airy chuckle leave me as I squeezed her back.

”Oh thank you, thank you!”

”But Tilda’s still sick”, I added as a reminder, voice a little strained from the tight grip. ”I’m going to stay for a few more hours and then leave you with the remedy to help her back on her feet. It can take at least a week”

”I do not know how to thank you”, Bard said when he enclosed my palms in his, in gratitude. I just shrugged my shoulders, glad that the room was yet to be bright as the dust of pink covered your cheeks. We shared a long hug, I tried to ignore the nice scent of water and wood.

”Just save me some fish next time you go out”, I joked, unbeknownst to me, he took it seriously. If it was up to Bard, he’d carry ten barrels worth of fish to your doorstep.

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[happenedinmiddle-earth]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬: 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

s: how does all the middle-earth folk react to seeing you for the first time.

w: brief mention of an attack

a/n: idk what im doing hope you like it

Aragorn Son of Arathorn

He saw you the first time while passing by a small, not so known town. In middle-earth, alone traveling woman was already an eye-catcher, but he noticed you for different reasons. He was propped in the back of a tavern, hood covering his face and pipe hanging by his lips. He noticed how your laughter filled the room when presumably a friend of yours cracked a joke. Your smile was rather catching, it lightened up the whole room. Even warmed the lone Strider’s chest even though he wouldn’t admit to such. Your paths crossed a few times and while he remained hidden from you (or so he thought) you were always easily found.

Legolas Thranduilion

He saw you the first time when you joined the council of Elrond. Rather curious of how a woman, and a human at that, had found herself from the midst of Elves and dwarves and men. He kept his questions to himself at first though, only letting your confidence and wise words impress him further more. He was in awe at how well worded you were, how you carried yourself even when some of the councilmembers looked down at you. Your voice was stern yet soft, sort of like a mother’s when scolding her children. He was even more impressed when your fighting skills competed with his.

Thranduil Opherion

He had actually seen you countless of times as you did live in Mirkwood, but he truly first met you when the group of sellsmen that you were a part of got attacked by orcs right outside the woods. He didn’t see you in any particular light, if anything you still were just a commoner in his eyes, a commoner who had fools luck being the sole survivor of the ambush. He did offer you the goods you had lost and made sure your wounds wete tended before sending you away.

Boromir son of Denethor II

At first Boromir didn’t even want to meet you. Not in the least. As your first meeting would mean marrige after a handful of days. Boromir liked to be free, to not have a helpless woman at his feet all the time, asking for his attention. He even tried to get his father to give you to Faramir in vain. But in the end boy, how glad he was to be unsuccesful. It only took you a few hours to get on his good side, impressing him with you wit and knowledge of ruling a kingdom. You shared the same passion to protect your families. And even though the marriage was arranged, neither of you could help but slowly fall for each other.

Bard the Bowman

Lake town was so secluded and small, no one would have in their good graces just stumbled there. So Bard probably has known you pretty much your entire life, whether you were younger or same age as his late wife. If you weren’t working with the elders making fabrics and watching children, you’d be out on your own hunting for food outside of the town. Bard often warned you, given that the Master didn’t allow bringing in your own food unless it was going to him. Nonetheless, you’d assure him it was fine, hand him and his kids some of the dried meat and skipped through the town to your home.

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[happenedinmiddle-earth]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

s: you are one of the few medics in the small town of Esgaroth

p: Bard The Bowman x fem!reader

w: illness, canon-violence (upcoming chapters), explicit scenes (upcoming chapters), canon-poverty etc etc.

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1. It starts from the beginning

The usual, certain softness lacked in Bard’s brown eyes when he looked at me by my doorstep. His chest heaved, up and down, and the barely controlled panic made his words tangle together. It didn’t take a academic to know something was truly gone wrong, given that the man rarely bothered me after sunset.

”Tilda’s sick.”

I didn’t ask any more questions before grabbing my satchel and running with Bard through the town. All my medical preparations laid in my satchel I always carried around; pain-easing herbs, sleep inducing flowers and other convinient medications I would need while tending to others. The satchel had been a family posession for a long time, having seen the world with my late father and his father before him.

As soon as the door was opened, I was met by two of the three siblings, worried and pacing around the room. Based on the look Bard gave them, he must have told them to go to bed already. I couldn’t quite blame them, knowing how tense the situation was.

Bard led me through the room and behind a curtain. There was a small chamber, most likely the children’s bedroom, with three beds covered with thick cotton linens to keep the cold away. In the middle on, the largest, laid a very pale and small child.

I kneeled by the bed and took out my pocket watch to check Tilda’s pulse, my fingers carefully placed over the child’s sweaty neck. Next I rested my head against her chest to hear her very ragged breathing, Bard stayed by the curtain door. His stance was rigid and tense, one hand by his mouth in a worried way, no doubt all the worst possible scenarios going through his head. My face was calm, just like I had been taught to look like. No need to cause more panic.

”Hey, sweetie”, I spoke softly to the small girl and wiped some of the hair off of the forehead. Droplets of sweat had already formed and rolled down her face, and her usual thick and rosy cheeks were hollow and white.

”Can you show me where it hurts the most?” the child opened her eyes the slightest. Poor thing couldnt even lift a finger but I did my best to read off of her dry lips.

”Chest? Alright”

I rolled open your leather binder where all my concotions were in small viles and looked up at worried Bard, face stoic and calm as I slipped into the professional demeanour. I had to pretend it wasn’t anyone I knew, anyone I actually cared for so my feelings would not tangle in the way.

”I’ll need two bowls, cold and hot water and towels for her”, I stated clearly, wanting that the worried father would understand. He nodded promptly and dissappeared behind the curtain. I could hear him speak to Bain and Tilde while I prepared my medicines

Soon Bard emerged again, and he carefully placed two bowls on the bedside table. I thanked him briefly, alreay going through my head about which herbs would help the most in the situation.

Sigrid coughed once more, her small body wailing like a rag in the wind. Someone who didnt know better would think she’d break her bones from such.

”Oh, dear...” My face went almost as pale as the poor childs when you caught the glimpse of the back of her hand. My heart almost skipped a beat at the sight of the blood. I quickened my work, doing my best to continue staying calm.

The red blood was haunting against Tilda’s pale skin. I could hear Bard’s sharp intake of breath (one he tried to cover as well as he could, I imagine), but couldn’t glance up at him from the midst of working. Grounding up some kingsfoil and hagás to ease the pain and mixing some of my medicine into the hot water bowl, I wished and prayed these would offer some aid with the fever.

”It’s a little bit hot”, Tilda didnt seem to mind, as the hot liquid helped with the sore throat for a brief moment. Bard, who had by now gotten back up, walked out of the room. Once again I heard the two chilsren outside chatter.

Carefully I placed the bowl back by the nightstand.

”You don’t need to swallow this just yet if you feel unable”, I said softly while gently prying the girls lips open just enough so I could slip a rolled leaf with kingsfoil and hagás into her mouth.

”The leaf will soften in few minutes and then it’ll be easier”, I priomised the girl.

Outside the children’s room, Bain and Sigrid were sitting by the fire, while their father was staring out the window, into the snowy night. There wasn’t much light, other than the few candles the children had been kind enough to put on the wooden table. It made the situation at hand even darker.

”I’d like to speak with your father”, I spoke so softly it was almost a whisper to Sigrid. She bit her lip, eyes glossy and nodded. Both turned to the dark haired man. Desperation was written all over his face. He looked so different from usual. It wrenched my heart.

A bit further away from the children I broke all the knowledge I had so far with a heavy heart in my chest.

”Tilda has blood cough”, I grimly stated , making Bard swallow thickly. ”I’ve given her some kingsfoil and hagás for the pain and a concotion of mine for the actual illness.”

Bard’s eyebrows were furrowed deeply and he clenched his jaw. I didn’t know of the Bagreman that much, but I did know of his late wife, who had passed away from the same illness a long time ago. And now little Tilda was in same position, so I couldn’t even imagine the worry.

”The night will show wether she’ll...” I trailed off. ”But you did right getting me. Now she has the help she needs”, I attempted to ease him.

”What do you believe?” Bard asked, his already deep and gravely voice even huskier. His brown eyes pierces through me like a bolt and I bit the inside of my cheek in thought, glancing at Tilda’s siblings further away.

”Tilda’s very young, she has much better chances at beating this than the old townfolk”, I said confidently. It was true, her immunity factor would kick in much stronger. I lifted my hand by his bicep to give him a reassuring squeeze.

”I know it’s difficult, but you have two children right there who need you right now”, I reminded, tone a little bit more stern this time. Bard looked at me and nodded in agreement. He wasn’t a daft after all, not even in such ill conditions.

”You should all try and rest, I’ll be with Tilda’s the night. No buts or ifs”, I cut the man off before he even managed to say anything in between. Bard, seemingly knowing about my stubborness enough, didnt put up a fight, instead nodded. I turned to Bain and Sigrid aswell.

”That goes for you too, medic’s orders. You can’t do anything for your sister if you’re dropping like weed”, I noted, lips tugging into a faint smile in the faint lighting.

I helped Bard and the children (mostly the children, given that the Bagreman barely stood still for a few seconds) to get comfortable by their fireplace. Every now and then Bard would offer me tea or anything warm for that matter and every time I’d politely decline, knowing how hard it already was to someone feed their family.

As the midnight rolled over the town and the sky was now painted with stars, I sat by the small girl’s bed, wiping the sweat away. It was a sad sight, of course it was, and even though as a medic I had seen quite many things this one was one of the saddest ones.

”Your da and Bain and Sigrid are very worried”, I spoke to Tilda , the same way I had done for many others while they were battling with fever. Poor lass’ face was paler than before and her breathing was very raggedy. Everytime she’d cough there would be dark splatters of blood on the tissue.

I dapped a few drops of her medication on her lips and let it fall into her mouth itself. I could hear Bard walking around in the other room, despite of my attempts to calm him down. He had made sure that Bain and Sigrid had gone to bed, by the fire and now kept and eye out for the medic if I happened to need anything. I was ready to go give him the ultimatum, not wanting for him to drop from lack of sleep aswell although I knew better than that. He was a passionate man, and very caring to the point he’d stay up the whole week if that was what it took.

I hadn’t really talked with the bargeman much before, but his reputation exceeded him. He was thoughtful, and rational and calm, something I could appreciate. Especially now. Only if his thick head would give in for a moment.

It wasn’t like I actually needed to know someone to help them. My father had taught me ever since birth to overlook the wealth and prosperity of someone, as it sometime would be better to help the less fortunate than a man with all the gold in the worlds. When I was younger I never really understood what he meant by it, but I thought it was a nice sentiment. The master of Laketown had all the gold in the town, and because of that believed he could buy anything and everything. As if he was a sort of a god. And now I absolutely despised him because of it.

”You’re going to alright, darling”, I swiped Tilda’s forehead again, glancing outside through the small window. The moon was almost full, and shone light into the room. It made the poor child look even more pale and I sighed heavily, leaning to the side of the bed.

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