bain son of bard

Matchmaker

Summary: Thorin plays matchmaker, sort of.

Pairings:  Bard x Reader

Word Count: 1037

A/n: I started writing it and as I got into it I lost ideas so here is a kinda bad fic for you.

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series

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I think this is my first time drawing Bain. Staring at him so long made me realize he’d make a great live action Hiccup.

These are my “poop sketches” for familiarizing myself with a character and I don’t think i ever post my really rough stuff, soooo……bonus? Expect more Bard and Bardlings is the very near future.

Children- Bard

Originally posted by ofdaggers

You sighed. When you picked your children up from school, your sons teacher was far from thrilled when you arrived, telling you of what he had been up to today. You apologised on his behalf, before walking your children home.

As soon as you opened the door your son went to run off but you held onto his shoulder shaking your head.

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The Giant Does Grumble

Based on this imagine over at imaginexhobbit

Warnings: Bad dancing and fluff abound.

Word count: 2,362

Note: Original nursery rhyme by me.

Fourth installment in my Bard series. (One, two, three, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine.)



Shoes smacking against the soaking boardwalk, you hurry through the escalating tempest, lightning illuminating your path every few seconds. Thunder quivers your insides and, for one wild moment, you imagine the town tumbling into the lake, its supports having buckled from the heavy vibrations.

“Ridiculous,” you mutter under your labored breath.

There is no time to spare for anything other than getting to Bard’s; you are not certain of the specifics of the emergency, but an urgent word had come to you concerning the state of his son, Bain. Apparently, he had been grievously injured and Bard was desperate for your help. As soon as your neighbor had alerted you, you gathered your necessary supplies, wrapped them up as watertight as possible, and bolted into the storm rocking Lake-town.

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Post-Smaug Dale

We only learn about Dale through small mentions made by other characters, and a couple very brief notes in Tolkien’s timelines. But we can put together a decent idea of Dale’s history after being rebuilt by Bard.

First, there’s the information we get via Gandalf and Balin at the very end of The Hobbit, which told us that Bard had rebuilt Dale, and that “men had gathered to him from the Lake and from South and West, and all the valley had become tilled again and rich, and the desolation was now filled with birds and blossoms in spring and fruit and feasting in autumn.”

The next we hear of Dale is from Gloin before the Council of Elrond, several decades later:

Nowhere are there any men so friendly to us as the Men of Dale. They are good folk, the Bardings. The grandson of Bard the Bowman rules them, Brand son of Bain son of Bard. He is a strong king, and his realm now reaches far south and east of Esgaroth.

Later, when discussing his reason for coming to Rivendell in the first place (a messenger from Sauron had come to Dain Ironfoot and offered an alliance in return for any information on Bilbo and the Ring), Gloin adds that a messenger had also gone to Brand (Bard’s grandson) with the same proposal. Gloin says that Brand is afraid, and that “We fear that he may yield. Already war is gathering on his eastern borders. If we make no answer, the Enemy may move Men of his rule to assail King Brand, and Dáin also.”

Their prediction was correct - while Sauron’s main army was attacking Gondor in the south, the same forces gathering on Bard’s eastern border attack. Tolkien briefly describes the ensuing battle in the appendices:

At the same time as the great armies besieged Minas Tirith a host of the allies of Sauron that had long threatened the borders of King Brand crossed the River Carnen, and Brand was driven back to Dale. There he had the aid of the Dwarves of Erebor; and there was a great battle at the Mountain’s feet It lasted three days, but in the end both King Brand and King Dáin Ironfoot were slain, and the Easterlings had the victory. But they could not take the Gate, and many, both Dwarves and Men, took refuge in Erebor, and there withstood a siege.

When word reached Sauron’s armies of their lord’s defeat, they retreated, and Erebor and Dale each crowned new kings (Brand’s son Bard II became the new king of Dale.)

So, all in all, we can conclude that Dale was a very prosperous kingdom after Smaug’s death, and maintained a close relationship with their dwarvish neighbors. 

SOURCES: The Hobbit, LOTR, LOTR Appendices

((The map above is an excerpt from Karen Wynn Fonstad’s Atlas of Middle Earth. I’ve highlighted Dale proper in purple, and the River Carnen in blue. If, based Tolkiens description of the Battle of Dale is to be taken seriously, this was Dale’s eastern border by the War of the Ring, then Dale had grown a great deal since it’s re-building after Smaug’s death.))

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Tattoo artist/Florist au!!! (Florist Bard and Tattoo artist Thranduil)

“Da!” Tilda shrieked happily as she bounded into the flower shop, Bard scooping her up as she jumped at him.

“Hello munchkin, how was school?” Bard asked, placing a big kiss on her cheek and making her giggle.

He popped her down on the counter, smiling as she chattered happily about her day and then turning his smile on Bain and Sigrid as they came in at a far gentler pace than Tilda had.

Sigrid grinned at him and tied her hair back, wasting no time before starting some of the arrangements while Bain dragged his feet a little but Bard knew that his son actually apparently had a great eye for colour and secretly loved coming up with new combinations.

Usually Bard’s dear old neighbour Hilda was able to look after them for a couple of hours after school, not that Sigrid really needed it anymore, but on Friday’s she had still ran a karate class down at the youth centre so the kids came and join him at the shop until closing and earned their pocket money.

Bard loved his flower shop, loved that in the last few years not only had he finally managed to start his own business and be free from working for the master, but he was actually doing well. 

They were never going to be swimming in money of course, but they had a kind of stability that they never had before and Bard’s hair had stopped going grey at the thought of the next meal.

“Da!” Tilda shouted happily from her perch on one of the counters after a little while, Bard finished serving his current customer and turned his attention back to his youngest.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled when you were busy.” She mumbled apologetically, Bard smiled and ruffled her hair.

“It’s okay chicken, what is it?” He asked, wondering what had gotten her so excited in the first place.

“Made you something.” She beamed.

“Oh? What is it?”

“You have to close your eyes.” Tilda instructed and Bard complied happily, he felt her put something in his hair. “Okay you can open them now.”

Bard opened his eyes and looked up to catch his reflection in one of the mirrors, seeing the simple but surprisingly neat crown made from a line of daisies sat in his hair.

“Do you like it?” Tilda asked, chewing her lip nervously. “Siggy has been teaching me.”

“I love it.” Bard told her honestly, booping a kiss on the end of her nose and making her light up with one of her bright smiles just as the bells on the door chimed to let him know there was a new customer.

When he turned around to greet the new customer Bard’s throat promptly dried up upon seeing him.

That was a very beautiful man, and not just any beautiful man. But the beautiful man who ran the tattoo parlour just across the hallway – mallway? – not that Bard had been staring…much.

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