#lostladyofesgaroth

Walking on sunshine. It was a term that Bard had heard and dismissed often enough. Up until a couple of days ago it was just a frivolous catch phrase; now it was practically the state in which Bard lived in. He whistled softly, a jaunty tune, as he climbed up the stairs. Breakfast in bed was a little cliched but it would offered a measure of privacy.

He opened the door of his room, their room now he supposed, and grinned when he saw the reason for his good mood. If anyone else had been able to see the expression on his face they would have said he was hopelessly smitten. Before or after they rolled their eyes was anyone's guess though.

u poor thing. how ever do u survive Bl

By making a Maglor blog x.x

10. Loving kiss.

Who knew that retrieving your coat before leaving a party could be counted as an extreme sport? Bard hadn’t counted on being shoved into the closet with Matilda and he rolled his eyes as he heard his frat-mates hoot and yell about spending seven minutes in haven with her. Usually he would have just brushed it off and gotten on to business as it were. All of this was just good, drunk fun. Something you did and brushed off once you exited the closet. 

But Matilda just wasn’t some chick at a party. She was so much more than that. She was the girl he could very well be falling in love with and he shouldn’t be giving her the impression of anything less but he couldn’t seem to resist the lure of that mouth and the way she turned her face up to his.

13: Stomach Kiss

Lake-Town got really quiet in the evenings. Bard supposed this was because everyone had gone to bed in preparation for the early start tomorrow. As a child he used to hate these long, silent hours but age and marriage had certainly changed that. What used to be a redundant period of the day was filled with quiet conversation. It was the only time he could really sit and give all of his attention to Mathilde. 

Today he was giving her a foot rub. Bard suspected that she had been on her feet for the majority of the day and that wasn’t good for a pregnant woman was it? He had heard talk like that from the fish wives and took it as fact. Though, seeing as this was their first child, Bard took everything as fact. He did not want to leave anything to chance. “Did mother come to visit today?” He asked now, as he settled her feet on his lap. In the flickering candlelight Mathilde looked positively beautiful and pregnancy had only made her more radiant. 

"She said that she would. Promised to help you around the house." Not that there was a lot of things in their house to begin with, as it was barely even a year into their marriage. "Maybe she should stay for a couple of days, to keep an eye on you while I’m at work. What with you being so close-" 

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[text; Cupcake] Hey. How’s everything in Erebor? 

[text; Cupcake] Factoring in the time zones, I’m guessing it’s around breakfast time?

[text; Cupcake] Remember to eat. I love you. Please be careful today.

[unsent text] I miss you.

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[Unsent text] I know I know this is good for your career, but I’m going stir crazy without you.

[Unsent text] Come home?

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[text; Cupcake] Who was the guy who was standing so close to you during the wedding procession?

[text; Cupcake] Could you please tell Lord Douchebag to keep his hands to himself before I go over there and break them?

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[text; Cupcake] So..remember those sheer boxer briefs that I’ve never used? 

[text, Cupcake] I plan on using them when you get back. 

Send ♣ for a drunk message

She had left Dale over a week ago and yet her journey west still continued. Tilda was on a mission in the name of her father, the king of Dale, to meet with one of the Dunedain rangers. The young woman loved to travel and explore the lands of her home, so she was thankful for this change to finally reach the boundaries of their home. And to cross them once and for all. 

Her way had lead her into a little village and the day was nearing dusk so Tilda decided to spent the night in a near inn. If only she could find one.