#bard the dragonslayer

[chicotfp]

Snowy winter night in Dale. ❄

Sometime around Winter Solstice festival.

View from the courtyard and from the balcony.

Thoughts about serenades and courting are unblocked.

#thranduil #bard #bard the dragonslayer #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #the elvenking #barduil #bard/thranduil

[thranduilofsmirkwood]

#the hobbit #my edits #the hobbit botfa #peter jackson #luke evans #ian mckellen #bard the dragonslayer #gandalf #fili #dean o'gorman #frodo #gollum #sam gamgee #elijah wood #andy serkis #sean astin #lotr + relationship Memes #hobbit + relationship memes #lord of the rings #bilbo #martin freeman #gimli #éowyn #miranda otto

[starsilversword]

People who write Vampire Bard the Bowman fics should be worshipped.

#vampire au #vampire bard the bowman #bard the bowman #the hobbit #bard the dragonslayer #the hobbit au #tolkien

[starsilversword-art]

Some Barduil for the soul.

#traditional art #the hobbit #bard the bowman #bard the dragonslayer #thranduil #king thranduil #king bard #barduil #ship art #tolkien #tolkien elves #tolkien men #elves #bard x thranduil

[faithschaffer]

The prompt list is here! This year's prompts are themed around the wielder- who uses the sword?

I hope this list proves inspirational for those who design swords exclusively and those who may want to design a character along with a sword. Also please remember you do NOT have to use my prompts, they are just here if you want to use them. Have fun! 

The list written out:

1-Witch

2-Wizard

3-Rogue

4-Dragonslayer

5-Spymaster

6-Knight errant

7-Oracle

8-Jester

9- Royal Hunt Leader

10-Healer

11-Queen

12-King

13-Royal heir

14-Royal guard

15-Enchanter

16-River spirit

17-Forest spirit

18-Bard

19-Alchemist

20-Summoner

21-Mermaid

22-Vampire

23-Vampire Hunter

24-Barbarian

25-Inquisitor

26-Artificer

27-Assassin

28-Druid

29-Paladin

30-Necromancer

#swordtember #swordtember2023

[devsgames]

Skyrim's late-game power-fantasy-creep is so funny even by fantasy standards. Like, it's hilarious how it feels like it completely steamrolls everything else. By the end of the game you're:

the Chosen One

dragonslayer

Archmage of the only magic college in the kingdom

leader of a group of werewolf paladins (or alternatively a literal Vampire Lord)

vampire slayer

minor nobility of literally every county in the kingdom (and one not in the kingdom)

high ranking soldier of a faction of the civil war

personal conduit and champion for like a dozen various deities and gods

leader of an ancient and forgotten dragon-slaying warband

master of the thieves guild

leader of a group of serial killers

protector of the entire kingdom

member of a bard's college

Like imagine a person existing that had all these titles and also the actual lived experience to back it up.

#thoughts #blog #skyrim #game design #narrative design

[smoking-old-toby]

thranduil: so, you're telling me that thorin oakenshield's husband is going to be Bilbo, the barrel rider?!?

bard *shrugs*: yeah

thranduil: what the actual fuck

bard: if you're jealous, you could always take the only living dragonslayer to be your husband

thranduil:

thranduil: technically, eärendil didn't die, bard

bard: is that a no, then?

thranduil: no, it's a yes. i just needed to correct you

bard: cool

#i'm incapable of thinking about post bofta bagginshield without also thinking about barduil #bagginshield #barduil #the hobbit #smoking old toby

[jovoy]

#ok pretty sure this is the last one in me im sorry if you dont like these. i think im funny

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

I think it wasn’t enough dragons layer for the dragonslayer’s anon. Maybe they need more 👀

Anyway, I really enjoy all of your AU’s. to be honest I have my notifications on because of you 😂

PS: Anon, you’re weird for being so insistence on something that has nothing to do with the blog. Vete al cerro with your things and leave Golden alone. There’ll be other blogs that will comply your wishes 🙄

Hey, @raksaga!

I'm glad you're enjoying all of my AUs! That's so funny that you turned on notifications for my posts! Thank you! Yeah, dragonslayer anon is odd like that but c'est la vie.

I think you're right. Dragons Layer could use a little more love.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

GoldenDragon!Yang: So.... do you want me to polymorph into something more manageable, or....

Bard!Blake: (licks her lips) We can start with that and work our way up~~

GoldenDragon!Yang: Okay (transforms into a humanoid dragon but is still very large) Sorry, this is as small as I can go- Holy Tiamat!!!

Bard!Blake: (tackles GD!Y to the floor)

#thanks raksaga #rpg au #bard blake #golden dragon yang #bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna

[meadowsofmay]

headcanon, where tilda gets lost in the commotion and bard is panicking, trying to find her after the battle of the five armies ends. and all the while not letting go of sigrid and bain, their cold hands in the firm hold of his dirty ones, because he just can't lose them too. he's asking around, searches all the building that can be possible places for a hideout but she's nowhere to be found. his heart is like a lump in his throat, blocks the air from getting into his heaving lungs before dropping in terrifying defeat. he can't find her.

bard?

familiar voice comes from behind him and he spins around, pulling sigrid and bain behind him on reflex before realizing — here stood the elvenking, his figure tall and mighty even without his armor, and tilda, his youngest daughter, rested in his arms.

i think you've lost a princess, thranduil says and tilda follows it with da! exclaimed excitedly. bard feels tears prickling in his eyes the moment her voice reaches his ears.

he runs to them forgetting all the formalities that come with interacting with the elvenking, and grabs tilda off his arms.

thank you, whispers bard, crying into his daughter's hair. thank you, he repeats to thranduil as he looks up.

he imagined himself being a mess, beaten up and tired and emotionally shaken, but. the humane pain that pierced those ice blue eyes the moment bard caught the look of them, struck him. it felt familiar. no king would allow himself to break down like this, not when he has the remnants of his people to gather and care for and heal.

but a father would.

thranduil nods and steps away to leave.

take care, bard the dragonslayer. don't lose 'em again.

#sorta barduil #more like two dads going through a moment concerning their children #legolas left #and yet thranduil had an opportunity to bring tilda back to her father #he did it himself #because no father should lose their child #especially the one so caring and loving as bard #thranduil is basically holding back his own tears yes #thranduil oropherion #bard the bowman #bardlings #sigrid #bain #tilda #the hobbit #the hobbit botfa #the hobbit headcanons

[giisip]

I’ve been doing swordtember this month, here’s some of my favourites!

From top to bottom (left to right):

Witch, wizard, dragonslayer, jester, royal hunt leader, river water spirit, bard, vampire, inquisitor and necromancer! (See more on my instagram - same handle @giisip )

#giisip #my art #art #swords #swordtember #highlights #stabby #September swords #thank god it’s over 🤣

[chicotfp]

#thranduil #bard #barduil #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #bard bowman #bard the dragonslayer #barduil Yule celebration #the elvenking #photomanipulation

[fantasyinallforms]

I won't lie. I was really nervous about this one. I've never written Thranduil/ Bard or even read fics with them as the main ship. That said, I'm SO SO proud of myself for this one. In my opinion, at least it turned out to be much better than I thought it might, and I was really feeling the moment when I finished writing it.

I will put this on AO3 as a one-shot, not because it's super long it's about 1.3k, but because I'm genuinely proud that I stepped out of my comfort zone to work on something I normally wouldn't. Thank you to the Anon who suggested it! Thank you to @tolkienpinupcalendar for hosting this event! ~~~~~

Day 6- Bard/ Thranduil- Body Worship/Blowjobs

Title: Where All Others Failed

Thranduil never spent much time lingering on the forms of men. Why should he? Such small-minded creatures who lived such a short time. Just enough time to impact the world, yet not enough time to fully understand the weight of their choices. He had not even treated with a human until the second age of this world after the fall of his first home, Doriath. Yet the strength and determination of one Bard, the dragonslayer, had captured his attention where all other humans had failed.

Bard walked through the tent's open flap and threw down his quiver. “Another fight over supplies. People tire of the cleanup and the smell of dead orcs. I can not blame them, for I tire of it myself.” 

“Yet you do not look or smell as if you’ve been hauling orc bodies out of your new town all day,” Thranduil replied 

“I’ve been too busy settling disputes, and now I’m hoping to hide here if only to have some peace.” Bard closed his eyes and smiled as he leaned against the center pole of the tent. Thranduil’s fingers itched to touch as he stared at the strong frame of Bard's body. He remembered himself a moment too late as their eyes met. Quickly, he got up to pour himself wine and think of anything else. He only made it a step past the pole before Bard's arm caught him around the waist and dragged him back. 

“It always surprises me how light elves are. I would think you might float on air, but I have seen you walk atop snow drifts, so perhaps I’m not far off.” His smile was blindingly annoying, but Thranduil made no move to get away. Bard’s arms were warm and comfortable.    

“Do you forget that I am a king, and this is my tent?” He quipped back stubbornly. That only seemed to make Bard adjust to get a better grip on his waist. 

“Forget? How could I when I seem to always find said king's eyes on me.” Bard pulled him into a kiss, and when Thranduil was sufficiently distracted by the warm mouth now on his, he felt himself get walked back until he fell into his ornate high-backed chair. 

Elves were strong in a graceful way, but humans were brutish and clumsy. There was no room for patience or measure in such a short lifespan. It was new. It was terrifying. Perhaps that is why he craved the touch of impatient fingers struggling to undo the clasps on the front of his robes or why he involuntarily gasped when those strong, bruising fingers finally reached his skin. Bard had moved on from his mouth and was now nipping at his jaw, slowly making his way to his ears. How long had it been since he let someone touch him with such reverence? How long had it been since someone wanted to? A question with its answer hidden in the age of his son. He returned the affection, bringing his hands up to peel away the many layers of Bard's clothes until, finally, his hands could freely roam the strong, scared flesh of the man who was rapidly becoming too dear to him. 

He felt himself grow hot as Bard continued his assault. He tried not to whimper as the tip of his ear went into the man's mouth, and felt his pants grow tight. 

“They speak of the beauty of the elves, but they never tell you how stubborn they can be to let themselves fall apart. I can feel you resisting my temptations. If you wish me to stop, I will.” Bard leaned back, using the arms of the chair to brace himself so he could meet his eyes in question. Thranduil did not want this to stop. He still wanted to touch and to be touched. He pulled Bard back down to him. He let himself fall into this short-lived dream that could only end in heartbreak. Right now, he didn’t care. He wanted to let Bard worship him with his mouth and take pleasure in his body. Bard took this as consent and pressed on with renewed vigor until the robes fell off Thranduil's shoulders, revealing how painfully hard he had become.

Bard tucked the hair that had fallen in front of his face behind his ear with an affectionate smile before kissing him soundly. The next kisses were placed along his chest and down the planes of his abs and stomach until Bard was kneeling on the floor in front of him, eyes level with his cock. Without much of a second thought, Bard placed his hand on Thranduil’s hip and took him in his mouth. A shattered cry left him as the pleasure raced through his core. Bard’s mouth was warm and wet and hot. He was taking him right to the back of his throat with little issue. He buried his hands in the dark locks and let his head fall back in ecstasy until he felt the warmth pool in his body. He tried to give a warning about what was to come, but Bard’s only response was to place his hand on his chest and push him back with surprising force. He came with a shout that turned into a long, shaky moan as his body seized, then went lax. Bard stood with a smile, wiping his mouth and looking incredibly pleased with himself. One look between his legs made it clear he was still very hard himself. Thranduil rose from his chair and grabbed Bard, kissing him hard, not caring that his mouth tasted like his own spend. He used the shock of it to trade places and drop Bard into his chair before sinking to his knees. 

“Thranduil, wait! This is your tent, and you are a king. You do not need to-.” Thranduil cut off Bards' protests. 

“Do not tell me what I can and can not do.” He freed Bard’s cock from his pants and strangled a moan in his throat. Bard was thick and big enough he might not be able to fit all of him in his mouth. He would still try. Thranduil licked the tip and tasted the salty precum coat his tongue before swallowing what he could. His reward was getting to look up and see Bard falling apart. He was panting and moaning. He looked down at him through half-lidded eyes as Thranduil looked up at him through long, elven lashes and began caressing his hair and whispering sweet words of encouragement. He couldn't help but preen at his handy work, and soon he felt Bard tense. 

“Thranduil, please, you should stop. I’m so close.” Bard grit out. With a wicked smile, Thranduil rested Bard’s cock on the tip of his tongue and opened his mouth wide in invitation. He tried not to let a drop fall from his lips but failed and felt some slide down his chin. He felt too wobbly to stand immediately, and when he looked up, Bard was staring at him with wide-eyed adoration. He slipped off the chair to meet him on the floor and, using the cuff of his discarded jacket, wiped the corners of his mouth and chin before kissing him lovingly. The adoration was still in his voice when he whispered.

“I think you might be the most beautiful being in all of Arda.” 

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Find the kinktober list here!

#TPCkinktober #kinktober 2023 #the hobbit #barduil #bard the bowman #thranduil #smut #body worship

[eepz]

HUEVEMBER Day 4 - Barduil "Such attire isn't fit for a dragonslayer, Bard" "Sorry my wardrobe isn't filled with long, billowy capes and robes!"

#mine #huevember #barduil #tryna figure whats the easiest style to draw in everyday for huevember hmmm #oh yeah btw all my huevember drawings im doing ships + backgrounds/environments

[starsilversword-art]

Some ship art. Fav hobbit ships.

#my art #traditional art #fanart #the hobbit #bard x thranduil #barduil #sigriel #tauriel x sigrid #sigrid of dale #tauriel #bard the dragonslayer #bard the bowman #king thranduil #thranduil #ship art #ships

[space-writes]

find the word tag

tagged by @ahordeofwasps, thank you! my words are dare, dire, dead, dear and i'm plunging back into my Renegade Prince draft again today!

no pressure tagging @oh-no-another-idea @cherrybombfangirlwrites and @eccaiia with the words run, reign, ruin, and reveal

dare(d)

There. She angled down, the road growing larger as she plummeted. She was farther out from the mountains than she’d dared go before but she was strong now, and hungry and furious. She would find that little demon and she would eat. Wind whipped past her scales, whistling a dragon-song that none but dragons and their meals ever heard. Fire bloomed in her belly and the scent became a speck became a shape on the road. Her teeth bared. Oh yes. She would eat.

dire

nothing dire in this draft, apparently

dead

“Oh! We should go up there and find it!” Quest drummed their fingers excitedly on the windows edge. “Dragonslayers, doesn’t that sound good?” “Bodyguard, stop suggesting actions that will get me killed,” Zander called down. “You’re the one writing a song about your brave and mighty encounter with a dragon,” Aliyne said. “Which I cannot sing if I am dead.” Zander found his way through the tangle of notes he was attempting and made a pleased sound. ���Dead bards make little coin, I’ve found.” “Anyway, you fired me,” Quest said. “I’m not your bodyguard.” “Make up your mind if you are or not, I’m getting confused, darling.”

dear

Not all infernii had as much dexterity with their tails as Sorrow did – most didn’t care to put in the work to achieve such skill. He hooked the tip under the fat coin pouch the boy had tied to his waist and jerked it free, a moment later weighing it in his palm. “Now what might we have here my dear little urchins?” he mused, tugging the strings open. The girls mouth opened and closed like a fish. Sorrow pulled a coin free and held up the gold piece, lifting an eyebrow in admiration. “My, my, you’ve certainly been busy.” “You—that’s stealing!” the girl finally managed. “And what you do isn’t?” he span the coin in his fingers, then dropped it back into the pouch. “I have to say, I’m impressed.” He tossed the pouch back to the boy, who scrambled to catch it, hugging it to his chest. “What do you want?” the girl narrowed her eyes at him. “Well, I didn’t want anything until you said that,” Sorrow said. “Here’s a free lesson for you – don’t ask people that. They’ll only think of things for you to do.”

Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist @at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph @sam-glade (ask to be +/-)

#valloroth blogging #writeblr #find the word tag #tag games #snippets #c: sorrow #c: aliyne #c: zander #c: quest #i miss these idiots