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weirddemiwood · 5 years

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Coincidence? - Part 20

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Bard and Bain had left the house and after a while, Bain came back, but without Bard.

"Where's Da?" Tilda asked.

Bain looked at his younger sister, "We were ambushed by guards. He told me to hide the black arrow and I did but they got him."

"Why would they do that?" Bofur asked.

"Our father was never really liked by the Master," Sigrid explained. "He was looking for a reason to arrest him since years. I guess because he spoke against the Master yesterday, they locked him in now."

As they heard the creaking of wood, Sigrid stepped out of the house to look who it was.

Erlanda then heard Sigrid scream as she rushed back into the house and tried to close the door but an Orc was preventing her from doing so. Another one then came barging through the back entrance and Oin threw a set of pots at him as another one came crashing through the ceiling.

Erlanda could not fully see what was happening with Sigrid but she could hear her scream. Tilda was throwing plates at an orc and then hid under their table with Sigrid.

As an Orc stepped closer to Erlanda. she tried to reach something to defend herself but she was shaking too much to grab something and there wasn't anything near her reach that could be used as a weapon anyway.

She was sure that the orc would kill her as she saw the blond elf, that had captured them in Mirkwood, jump through the ceiling. He immediately shot the orc in front of her and then shot another one that was about to come through the front door.

He then continued to fight off the orcs, throwing a blade into one's head that Oin then pulled out and used to kill some orcs himself. Blondie continued shooting a few from his position on the table and then pulled his sword to fight the ones closest to him. As most of the orcs were dead and the rest fled, the elf turned to Erlanda. "Are you hurt?" he asked her. "Aside from your leg wound?"

She gave him a strange look but shook her head. "Why are you helping us? You imprisoned us and I don't even know your name?" the ending seemed more like a question than a statement as she shook again and let out a scream.

"You once knew me." the elf said. "And my name is Legolas. Now, we must get you away from here."

"We can't move her," Oin spoke. "That would surely kill her."

The elf, Legolas, looked worried. "We captured one of the orcs that attacked you. He said it was a Morgul venom. I've only seen this once before."

"Well, what did you do?" Oin asked.

"I didn't do anything." he nodded at Erlanda, "She did. She's a healer."

At that moment, Bofur came walking in with the kingsfoil. Legolas looked at the plant and took it from the dwarf. "This is what she used. Athelas." he looked at Oin. "Do you have any warm water?"

"Aye." the dwarf nodded and took a fresh bowl pouring in the rest of the water that Bofur had heated. Legolas put the plant into the water. "Are you sure you know what you're doing, elf?" Oin asked.

Legolas nodded, though it was clear that he was not entirely sure. "I memorized the words she spoke." Erlanda was now thrashing around again. "Hold her down," he told the two dwarves.

Oin held down Erlanda's legs while Bofur made sure her shoulders stayed down.

The elf got the plant out of the water and ripped it even smaller, making into a cream-like substance which he spread on her leg. "Menno o nin na hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth" he spoke repeatedly as Erlanda slowly lost her consciousness.

As Erlanda woke up again, the pain in her leg was almost entirely gone and so was the elf. She looked around the room and could not find him but noticed that there was a fresh bandage wrapped around her leg.

"He's gone to kill the nearby orcs," Bofur told her as he saw that she was awake. "Left you this." he pointed at the table where her sword and her dagger were lying with a bow and a quiver full of arrows.

"I can't shoot," Erlanda remarked.

"That's what we told him too but he insisted that you were an excellent shot," Oin told her. "He also made us promise to protect you. A very strange elf, if you ask me."

Bofur helped her stand up and handed her the sword from the table. Erlanda strapped it around her hip and then did the same with the dagger. She then picked up the bow with the quiver and handed it to Bofur.

"I can't shoot," Bofur told her and as she looked at Oin, the other dwarf said. "Even if I could shoot, that bow is too big for a dwarf."

So, she put the stapped the quiver onto her back and then put the bow around it so she had her hands free. "What now?" she asked.

"We should get out of here," Bain said, "it's too dangerous to stay here, who knows how much time we have until that dragon comes here."

The dwarves nodded and ushered Erlanda, who was still a little wobbly on her feet, out of the house while Sigrid took her little sister at the hand and Bain followed the five of them out of the house.

They had just made their way out of the house as they heard loud voices around them and looked into the sky, only to see a large figure fly over the sky directly towards Lake Town; Smaug.

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kittenwritesstuff · 7 years

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Careful what you say

Gif’s not mine!

Fandom: The Hobbit Pairing: Bard x (wife)reader Genres: angst, mild fluff Words: 1.921 Summary: based on an imagine: “Imagine Bard getting angry after one of the Dwarves insults you” - requested by @nouria-evenstar

“Ma, there are dwarves coming out of our toilet,” Sigrid announced, her voice disbelieving and shocked. She was pale and if you hadn’t known your daughter, you would laugh it off and call her silly for imaging such things.

However, Sigrid was never one to come up with fantasy stories and, by all means, she would never say something like that without witnessing it with her own eyes.

“What dwarves? There are no dwarves in Dale.”

“Well, there are now,” Bain entered the small kitchen you were all in, Tilda sitting by the table and finishing her supper.

“Bain, tell me what’s happening,” you demanded, your brain wouldn’t quite process the events. You had not seen a dwarf since Smaug attacked the Mountain and you were sure that it was impossible that their kin would come back there. Not with a dragon still living inside.

“They came in barrels. Dad brought them here,” your son explained and you inhaled sharply, trying your best to not curse. Of course, Bard would do it. He couldn’t refuse to help when it was needed and, considering that dwarves always carried gold with them, he was offered a pretty payment for sneaking them in the city.

“Sigrid, take Tilda to your room and stay there,” your older daughter nodded and took Tilda’s hand, waling her to their room. As of now, there was more urgent matter to take care of.

“How many of them are here?”

“I’ve counted more than ten. One of them seems to be hurt.”

“What have your father gotten himself into?” you murmured, cleaning the kitchen table quickly and frowning when a company of short men stepped into the room. It was thirteen of them and one even smaller one, who you recognized as a hobbit.

After them, entered Bard with an apologetic look on his face. You only shook your head at him, noting to scold him later.

“That’s Y/N, my wife. Dear, those are dwarves of Erebor. They need our help.”

“They surely do,” you agreed, gazing from one dwarf to another, taking in their ripped clothes, scratched faces. You noticed the injured one Bain told you earlier, and he seemed to be masking his wound pretty well. Not well enough for you, though.

“Bain, bring the blankets. I will add to the fire. You all must be freezing.”

You did as you said, throwing some logs into the fireplace as Bain handed the blankets over. You got a kettle on, making hot tea for those who wanted.

During it, you had learnt the names of every member of the Company of Thorin Oakenshild, as they called themselves. Some of them were quiet, apparently not trusting you enough, but Balin and Ori told you some about their quest and previous adventures. The hobbit, Bilbo, was kind enough to offer you his assistance but you thank him, suggesting that it would help you more if he warmed himself up first.

Bard was discussing something with the leader of the dwarves, Thorin but you couldn’t catch even a single word. You only assumed it was either about the black arrow, hidden in your house, or Bard’s collection of weapons or at least things that could be used as a weapon.

“You’re Fili, right?” you asked when golden-haired dwarf walked to you. You smiled softly, imaging Tilda’s gleeful squeak upon seeing such a beautiful hair. She would bug him to no end to let her play with it.

“Yes, why?” he turned suspicious, his gaze becoming hard.

“Your brother, Kili, is wounded. Yes, I have noticed,” you lowered your voice, guessing that it wasn’t something everyone knew. Fili opened his mouth to say something, but you caught him off with a shake of your head. “Can’t fool a healer, darling.”

“Thorin mustn’t know,” the dwarf said confidentially and you nodded.

“Tell me what happened.”

Fili looked around to check of there was someone who might hear but it appeared that the rest was deep in a conversation with your husband.

“As we were fleeing Mirkwood’s dungeon, Orcs had attacked us. Kili was shot with an arrow.”

“Have you seen the wound?”

“Aye. His skin is black around it,” Fili said, worry and fear crossing his features and decided that you had to act quickly. From what you understood, Kili was suffering not only from the shot itself but also from an infection it caused.

“Take him to my bedroom. Second door on the left. I will gather what I need and come to you soon,” you ordered, all the while watching the dwarves and your husband. None of them paid any attention to you and so you had to use the time you had to tend to Kili before it was too late.

Fili was acting fast, as well. He came to his brother, who was sitting by the fire, fighting with shivers. They were bickering for a moment, before the latter stood up and Fili led him out of the kitchen and into the short corridor.

Meanwhile, you filled a bowl with hot water and, balancing it carefully, stepped into bathroom to get clean towels.

Both of the dwarves looked terrified when you walked into the room and placed the bowl on a nightstand next to the bed. You spread one of the towels on it and told Kili to lay down, closing the door after checking if anyone followed you.

“I will need your help, Fili,” you said as you took a bag with your stuff from a drawer. You placed it on a bed next to Kili, meeting his frightened gaze.

“Don’t be scared, Kili. I will do my best, I promise. Now, I need you to show me the wound, can you do that?”

“Aye,” Kili mumbled and with trembling fingers untied the makeshift bandage, exposing a rip in his pants and a nasty injury. You hissed, your mind already working on what treatment you had to give and soon enough, you formed a plan. You asked Kili to take off his trousers, thanking him mentally for not fussing about disrobing in front of a stranger.

“Now, I will clean the cut. It will sting, but I must do it,” you informed as you took a foil with sanitizer and applied some of the fluid on a swab and pressed it to the injury, letting Kili adjust to unpleasant sensation. He whined and fidgeted, Fili running to his side but neither of them complained. They understood it was necessary.

You cleansed as much as you could and placed the swab aside to burn it later. Then, you took out a box with kingsfoil and a small mortar you used to crash the leafs. You do just that, adding a bit of hot water to create a sort of mash and just as you were about to put it on Kili’s leg, the door to your bedroom were pushed open, almost coming off of their hinges.

You jump up, startled and watch as Thorin stormed in, followed by some of the dwarves and your husband.

“What are you doing?!” he glanced around the room with furious gaze, his mouth fell agape upon noticing laying Kili.

“You hurt him! You’re harming my nephew! I knew I can’t trust you, you witch!”

“Mind your words, dwarf!” Bard roared, jumping to Thorin and with a one swift move pinning him to the wall. Both of them were panting, their faces twisted with anger. The tension in the room was thick, filled with readiness to fight, which could start any moment now.

Unless, someone would be reasonable enough to prevent it from happening. That someone, of course, being you.

“Stop it, both of you,” you called, your voice demanding and both, Bard and Thorin turned their heads to look at you. “Thorin, you have come here, seeking help and that it what I am doing. Kili is badly injured and I am tending to him. I am a healer, I know what I’m doing. And if you wish to remain hidden here, you will stay on my terms. It is my house you are in and you will respect it. I will not have any fights here, nor will I accept insults.”

“I understand your concern, yet I cannot allow Kili to stay in the state he’s in. So now, all of you will walk out of this room and let me do my thing. I also ask the healer from your company to assist me. Kili has a fever and I have run out of my medications for it.”

As you finished and turned to finally properly tend on fidgeting Kili, a painful silence was the only thing filling the room. In next moment, however, you heard footsteps and the door was closed, leaving only an old looking dwarf with a trumpet in his ear.

He was ready to assist you in any way you deemed necessary and after an hour, Kili’s wound was tended on, bandaged and he was given something for his fever. You also brought him a meal and warm tea.

Fili couldn’t stop thanking you and you left the room eventually, getting flustered by his gratefulness.

As you walked back to the kitchen, all eyes were immediately set on you. Oin must’ve already informed the rest about Kili’s state and Thorin hesitantly approached you, bowing his head lightly.

“Y/N, I wish to apologize. I was worried about my nephew and afraid when I couldn’t see him around. Yet, I shouldn’t have accused you of causing him more harm and for that I ask for your forgiveness.”

“Of course, I forgive you, Thorin,” you smiled warmly and the dwarf bowed again.

You sat in a chair, tired but joyous that you could help and when Bard crouched before you, you cupped his cheek.

“My knight, always ready to fight for the lady of his heart.”

“Aye, my darling, I will never allow anyone say a bad word about you.”

“If I wasn’t so tired, I would yell at you, you know that?”

“I do, and I will take my scolding with dignity. I also was told that I should be very proud of my wife for standing up to the King himself. There are not many who could do that. And who were listened to,” he quirked an eyebrow, taking your hands in his and kissing them.

“Are they pacified now?”

“Kind of. They are not pleased with my, as they called it, pitiful weapon collection, but I negotiated that they will not move a finger out of here until Kili will be able to walk.”

“In a day or two, if Valar allow.”

“You’ve nursed to health everyone that asked you for help. I’m sure he will be fine.”

“I hope so. How are children?”

“In their beds, sleeping.”

“Good,” you nodded, brushing your thumb tenderly against Bard’s cheek, “Kili will stay in our bed for now. I need your help in preparing places to sleep for the rest of our guests.”

“Well, Y/N, they took care of that already,” Bard tilted his head and you looked around the room, noticing that most of the company was already laying on their blankets, close to the fireplace. Only Thorin and Balin were up, still discussing something as they looked outside the window.

You sighed and rested your forehead against Bard’s, closing your eyes. Funny, how in a course of just few hours your home was taken over by dwarves, just as you thought nothing new would happen to you.

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