No but I just had a thought, kinda based on the last thing I reblogged.
Right, so, in an AU where certain dwarf kings and his heirs are all okay and Thorin remains King Under the Mountain, we have the newly re-colonized Dale in a bit of a precarious position. They need assistance before they can rebuild and recover from the combined efforts of a dragon attack and one clusterfuck of a battle. So Bard, somehow having been elected king (and he’s so fucking confused as to how he got here, but someone’s gotta lead this rabble and he’s starting to feel like one of the only sane ones around here), is tasked with requesting aid from the neighboring kingdoms of Erebor and The Woodland Realm. And we all know Thranduil has a…thing with Bard, so aid is freely given on his part, but post-dragonsick Thorin is all “no, this is unacceptable, I can’t be outdone by stupid elvenkings!” So not only does he send gold but (more importantly) he sends craftsmen and carpenters and stone workers, because by now Erebor has a bunch of dwarves streaming in, and they’re already rebuilding Erebor, why not help their neighbor as well?
So Thranduil, determined to shine even brighter in King Bard’s eyes starts sending in elven healers to help with the wounded and the sick (because winter is still going strong btw). Thorin sends furs and finely woven blankets. Thranduil personally visits, elf guard in tow, to strengthen the city’s defenses. Thorin personally visits, with the entire Company, to help with the rebuilding.
Basically I just want to see Thranduil and Thorin getting super competitive over who helps the humans most, and Bard’s in the middle just completely confused over how this whole thing got started, but hey, they really need the help, so he’s not going to say anything. But then Thranduil starts “cheating” and giving Bard gifts to sway him (also for personal reasons, but it’s not like Thorin is going to see it that way), like “oh no I insist, this scepter was just lying around unused, yes I’m aware those are diamonds and rubies, your point?” and “I have thousands of wine casks, what’s twenty to me, go ahead and take them.”
So Thorin gets in on that deal. Bard’s his damn ally, alright, the kingdom of Dale has always been Erebor’s friend and trading partner, they all fought against the orcs, okay? So he just commissions a kingly suit of armor, something strong but lightweight, something an archer can use without impediment, and he just gives it to Bard all “oh yes we found it in the treasury, maybe you can have it? It’s about your size after all.” See, Thrandy? Two can play at your game.
This all culminates with both Thranduil and Thorin designing and making Bard’s crown. Thorin’s is all gold and black iron and has arrows on it and is all dwarven geometry and looks very fierce indeed (very punk rock, if Thorin knew what punk rock was). Thranduil’s is fine silver and bright gems and looks like a combination of stag horns and tree branches (think Thrandy’s battle crown but at least twice as big and twice as ornate). And they basically go to deliver it to him in person at the same time and glare when they see each other and notice that they both had the same idea at once. So they try to make Bard choose.
“One crown would have been too much. As it is, two is extravagant, but I see I will have another war on my hands if I refuse. They are both equally magnificent, and I will accept both.”
I mean, Bard has kids, he knows not to play favorites, and that’s basically the line he has to walk for the rest of his kingship: can’t favor the elves over the dwarves or the dwarves over the elves, despite his personal feelings on the matter. So he wears Thorin’s crown when meeting with Thorin, and Thranduil’s crown when meeting with Thranduil, and no crown at all when they all meet.
More than once he wonders how his life choices brought him here, mediating between two children, for all that they’re both centuries older than him.