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Just letting everyone know that I’ve moved Bard over to my Smaug rp blog, which has become a Multi-Muse for The Hobbit / Lotr fandom.

Bard felt himself laughing again, almost uncontrollably for some reason, and of course it was just your simple fit of laughter when one was this far into their drink. Brings an arm up to cover his forehead with it, and then another swig of that bitter ale. “I mean!... You? Are you speaking of yourself, here? Because... I’m wondering now if... uh... Can dragons do that??” How does he even know about that? Would have been the thought to cross his foggy mind, had he the time or care to really think past what felt good here. Right now, just the thought of the cold flecks of metallic gold coins and trinkets that were pooling around him was all he could muster. | @gcddamntragedy​ |

   “...Ah, well... It-- Hm. Well, this is comfortable.” Though, he was feeling warmer and it just wasn’t clicking to him that it’s because of the breath being poured his way. Loosens the coat, even going so far as to take it right off, and shrugging it to the side in a heap. “I’m so hot... Perhaps, I’ve had too much to drink, hah!..” Leans back further, gold chunks of coin and beads falling all over his front, now just in his loose top and pants. There was not much on his mind, and when his vision finally focused back on the dragon in front, the other seemed larger. Brows raising up high, and he blinked a few times to try and get a clear picture here. Tongue, slight drool, and rows of teeth in his view, and yet Bard was just in this wonderful daze. “What’s fun then, hm? Because I’m not seeing any of it!” Shrugs, gesturing sluggishly with the flippant wobble of his right arm. | @gcddamntragedy​ |

   “...Huh.. Right here, really?...” The bowman took another swig of his drink that was loosely in hand, and he felt rather thirsty so suddenly. Maybe it was the vast amount of heat that was coming closer from the gigantic beast in front of him?? The man was too far out of it to really know, but even his coat now was starting to feel a little stifling. Though, of course none of this was to get him down, as his spirits were still so high. Messes with the front of his coat, setting aside his drink, and opens the front a bit to let some air in. “You know, Thorin. You might have a point there... All this gold... How do you have any fun in here? It’s just trinkets, mate. What’s so great about lying in it? I guess I’d have to be a dragon to understand that, huh...” As he didn’t even register the last comment, of course. Nor did he notice the way the other was seemingly closer, and any sane - not wasted - man would have been trying to get away by this point. | @gcddamntragedy​ |

   “I guess some of us are a little pathetic, yes. I mean... I’m in no state to really.. say much against it! Oops!” Finally laughter just busts out from his lips, and he leaned back against the pile of treasures. There was simply no way to resist this fog that was clogging up his thoughts, and any semblance of self-preservation. Somewhere deep inside he knew this was a troubled spot, but he couldn’t bring his conscious thought to any sort of clarity. The hum of the other’s booming voice was felt throughout his form, and it was honestly relaxing? A little too relaxing, and his shoulders were already slumping as he nestled himself back. Eyes wearily looking up at the beast, and lips cracking that silly smile once more. “If you’re so great, you’d have the entire world, Dragon.” | @gcddamntragedy​ |

“My children? They’re fine! With a family friend... I think you need to relax!” Though, even in his ale-induced mind he was able to slightly register the clear threat that was. Try telling his body to cooperate though, and within another moment passing he was now sitting on top of a golden pile. Stares up lazily, and through the thick haze of his drink. “And just.. what are you the best of, hm??? Gold? Pillaging entire kingdoms? Great job, by the way. People totally fear you.” | @gcddamntragedy​ |

“Me?? I don’t think so!” Points up at him, lips twitching up with laughter almost there in his tone. “I think you must be having me mistaken for one of you! I actually don’t suck. Quite frankly the best father in all of Laketown. Well, hold on. I take that back... Best for my kids. There...” @gcddamntragedy​

“You dragons SUCK!” @gcddamntragedy

    “You’re not... You’re--- Smaug?? No... I killed him... -- Thorin??” It had to be the only explanation, and with the attitude spewing from this one’s snout, Bard had no reason to suspect otherwise. Still, he was more afraid for himself right now than most anything else, and what this meant for the rest of Oakenshield’s kin. Are they all capable of this? Or... He needed to be calm, and being on the golden floor like this was not helping him in the slightest. Sits up, pointing to him so casually, even though his heart was pounding.     ”---Why, I have every right?? From one King to another... And this...      This doesn’t look good, my friend.” | @gcddamntragedy|

Bard had received the letter from the young Hobbit, and it seemed rather urgent to say the least. The message was quite confusing, and vague, but he would be a fool to shove this aside with all the other sort of papers. It was the sort of issue not even a King could refuse, as much as that title bothered him. The famed bowman then set out to go to this place, the great kingdom of the Dwarven-folk, and make sure all was right. Once in the golden halls, he immediately saw the severely frightened gaze of the hobbit’s stare, and his worry rose quite quickly. There wasn’t a peep from the halfling, nor any of the other’s of Oakenshield’s kin, and this had Bard now barging right into the massive throne room. Sees nothing, and this brought more confusion. One sentence from the halfling behind him said it all, and then the man was now stomping into the great hall of golden trinkets. He didn’t stop, until he was knee deep in the golden hoard.      “Thorin!!! Are you here?! You have everyone worried, you know.      Your friends, and family need you.... Whatever this is you have      going on, it is not the time! Now, come out!” He didn’t realize how angry he was over this, for he could only guess this was that damn stone’s doing. Bilbo told me how much he wanted the thing, and now....? If he’s around here gazing at it, I swear... | @gcddamntragedy |

Bard had paused to listen to the surrounding woods, and the rustling of iron-clad boots were heard marching and pressing forth through hundreds of leaves. The dwarf-lord was not kidding around, and he made himself go forward into following the other. Though, he was lagging behind, and clutched into his tightly-strung bow as he rushed over to him.    “Thorin, wait won’t you!? We could surprise them. Set a trap, perhaps?     There’s pockets in these woods that the leaves hide perfectly, and     stretches of darkness that seem to go down into the core of the earth..     If we could lead them there?? That will at least get this group off our trail?     We must also be careful ourselves...” | @gcddamntragedy​ |