#sir_nemo

The Well-Worn Path of Words by Ias It wasn't so strange that Thranduil would call him a friend. And yet the word seemed to draw them closer like a length of string, binding them together, yet still so fragile. [In which Thranduil and Bard begin writing each other letters over the long winter after the battle.]

Tie by yeaka Bard offers himself to the Elf King in exchange for aid.

Boundaries ‘Verse by Sir_Nemo Bard has been working for the elves for years, never actually meeting one, until one day he notices an elf watching him work. The elf becomes a constant in his life, and the two of them slowly start warming up to each other.

A February Face by perkynurples Bard returns to the city he grew up in, full of ideas for rejuvenating its scene from his brand new position as Regional Cultural Director, but nothing is ever quite as easy as it seems. Especially when one gets it in one’s head to resurrect Laketown, the once famous festival that no one has dared touch in decades. The city’s resident superstar Thranduil Greenleaf might have the money and the expertise to help him along, but first he would have to willingly agree to spend more than five minutes at a time in the same room with Bard, without insulting his work or his fashion sense, for that matter...