A simple bargeman

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"Don’t worry, pretty, I’ll be fine."

In which Bard got injured in a battle and Thranduil would totally smack him for that outrageous nickname if he wasn’t so goddamn worried about the idiot.

❝Uh, yeah. Meet. That would be great. I’m off for the next four days so I’m pretty much free. Once the break ends, I’m going to be knee deep in stunt work for the biggest scene.❞

His son frowned and gently patted his dad’s arm. He shrugged in a ‘All’s well that ends well’ sort of manner. Getting his hopes up had been a bit rude of himself, actually. He had never asked about the other’s sexuality, so he shouldn’t be surprised that a father of three was straight.

"Damn... that sounds exhausting, but I guess the break is nice?."

He commented, heading to his children's room. He prayed for the day they would be able to move in another house, for the day he would be able to give Sigrid, Bain and Tilda their own rooms. If his celebrity stayed this flaming, it would be sooner than he expected.

"You'd seriously...?" He opened and closed his mouth. "I really don't want to bother. I'm free, totally and I won't say it'd annoy me cause it's quite the opposite, but you sure about that? The last thing I want is to barge in your house and invade it mongolian style."

He received a glare.

He could hear Tilda yell a refusal to sleep and he remembered times when Legolas was much younger. How many times had he heard that same statement?

❝Hey. It’s Thranduil. I hope I’m not calling at a bad time. Sounds like a certain little miss is not quite ready for dream land. I can call back tomorrow if that would be better for you.❞

"Oh hi, Thranduil! No, not at all!"

He looked as Tilda dodged her sister, shouting something like 'Sigrid has a crush', running away from her grip and something told him it would be hard to try to get her to sleep - again. He could hear Sigrid trying to reason with her, but he had no worries about neither of them. He would have to step in eventually if Sigrid was not able to catch her sister, but for now, he deemed it correct for the youngest to exhaust herself.

"Tilda symply decided that today was not the day she would go down without a fight."

He chuckled, glancing at his son who was calm, surprisingly so.

"I was making some food for tomorrow, so it's totally alright."

He opened the fridge, hearing Bain's subtle voice - considering he knew his father on the phone - asking for a soda. Bard gladly brought him one and finally sat down at the table.

When Thranduil had finally gotten to his phone the day Bard called, it was late in the afternoon. The crew had just been told there would be a four day break. Four beautiful days he didn’t have to deal with anyone he didn’t feel like dealing with. He arrived home, flopped on his couch, and let out a great sigh as his cat named “Elk”, Legolas had been three, crawled in to his lap.

He pulled out his phone, noticing he had a missed call. He clicked the voice mail just as his son joined him on the couch. Frantically, Thranduil started waving his free hand. His child, in turn, looked at him like he was crazy. He tossed the phone to his son so he could give it a listen. He watched excitedly as a grin spread across Legolas’ face.

He would have liked for Sigrid to tell him who it was or if it was a blocked number...

"Hello? Bard on the phone, I apologize, my daughter picked up the phone because I could."

He was just hoping it was only his publisher - who was actually a very charming woman - or any of his friends. As long as it was not any of the directors, producers, etc, he was good. He closed the oven's door with a push of his foot and looked up when he heard a loud sound.

'I don' wanna go to bed!'