~Edited~
OOH! First Bard one! Exciting!!
Warnings?: IDRK lmao
This is probably crap, rip me
Words: 1196
"What makes you think I will help you?" Bard asks, walking off towards his boat,
"Those boots have seen better days," Balin says, as Bard begins to load the barrels into his boat,
"As has that coat. No doubt you have some hungry mouths to feed. How many bairns?" Balin questions, stepping towards the bargeman,
"A boy and two girls," Bard mutters, loading up another barrel,
"And your wife? I'd imagine she's a beauty." Balin states, Bard's face dropping,
"Aye. She was." Bard stops, turning around and looking at the dwarf as their smiles fade
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" Balin starts, only to be cut off by Dwalin,
"Oh, come on, come on, enough with the niceties." He whispers quite loudly,
"What's your hurry?" Bard asks, standing in front of the thirteen dwarves in front of him,
"What's it to you?" Dwalin asks defensively,
"I would like to know who you are and what you are doing in these lands." Bard retorts, pulling up the collar on his coat slightly,
"We are simple merchants from the Blue Mountains journeying to see our kin in the Iron Hills," Balin says, his hands clasping together behind his back,
"Simple merchants, you say?" Bard asks unconvinced,
"We'll need food, supplies, weapons. Can you help us?" Thorin asks, stepping towards the bargeman, who had busied himself by looking at the barrels he had brought onto his boat,
"I know where these barrels came from," Bard mumbles, turning back to Thorin,
"What of it?" Thorin asks,
"I don't know what business you had with the elves, but I don't think it ended well. No one enters Laketown but by leave of the Master. All his wealth comes from trade with the Woodland Realm. He will see you in irons before risking the wrath of King Thranduil." Bard replies, walking onto his boat, untying the rope connecting him to the land and tossing it to the white-haired dwarf he had spoken to earlier,
"I'll wager there are ways to enter that town unseen," Balin mutters, stepping closer to the boat,
"Aye. But for that, you will need a smuggler." Bard says, turning his back onto the dwarf,
"For which we will pay double," Balin states. Bard stiffens, turning back to the group of dwarves, swearing under his breath,
"Fine."
•••••
"You can tell the Master that I'm done for the day." I hear from outside, smiling to myself, brushing off my apron and opening the door for Bard and his son,
"Girls! Your father is home!" I yell, the two girls running from their rooms,
"Da! Where have you been?" Tilda asks, hugging him around the waist,
"Father! There you are. I was worried." Sigrid exclaims, hugging him once Tilda steps away. As she moves to the kitchen Bard turns to me, smiling a tiny bit, and handing me a bag of food,
"Here's something to eat. Bain, get them in." He says and I nod, looking down at my feet, sighing and turning to the kitchen, starting to make dinner. Bard turns to the window, his son walking down the steps towards the bathroom of the house. I hear a few knocks on the wall and hear talking from downstairs,
"If you speak of this to anyone, I'll rip your arms off." Whoever said that certainly wasn't friendly,
"Get off." I hear the same voice,
"Up there," Bain says, footsteps coming up the stairs, I turn my head only to be met with a dwarf, an angry-looking one at that,
"Da...why are there dwarves climbing out of our toilet?" Sigrid asks, turning towards her dad,
"Will they bring us luck?" Tilda wonders aloud, more dwarves climbing up the stairs,
"Bard?" I call out, the man turning towards me, walking to my side,
"Yes?" He asks, looking slightly perturbed, I gulp, looking at a dark-haired one with similar facial features to me,
"Uhm." I stutter, turning back to him and looking him in the eye, "dinner is done, I'm going to go home."
Bard's eyes soften before looking to the same dwarf I had just looked to, "please stay."
"Fine," I whisper, wiping my hands off on my apron once more and moving past him to set the table. Why must I let his eyes influence me in the ways they did?
Soon, the dwarves and singular hobbit sat around the fire, trying to dry their clothes off from the toilet water they had crawled out of, I sat near Bard, silently speaking to him about how the day had gone,
"Why did you look at the dark-haired dwarf so weirdly?" Bard suddenly asks, causing my breath to catch in my throat,
"I recognize him, all dwarves recognize each other, especially the ones from Erebor," I mutter, turning away from him, pulling the blanket around me tighter,
"I didn't mean to upset you Y/N," Bard whispers, turning my head towards him with his hand on my chin, only to advert my eyes,
"It's fine Bard," I reply, brushing a hand through my hair and looking up to the wind lance I could see through the window, as the other dwarf was.
"Y/N." Bard pleads,
"What Bard?" I snap, the rest of the room's attention turning to me, "I don't want to talk!"
"Y/N," Bard mutters, pulling me towards him, I just push away, standing up and turning away from him,
"I miss my home, Bard. I miss my brothers, my uncle, my friends! I miss the vast halls of that mountain! It's hell being away from it!" I yell, throwing my hands up in dismay, tears streaming down my face, "I just want to go home..."
"Y/N?" One of the other dwarves whispers, turning to a blonde one next to him, both of their eyes widening,
"What?" I murmur, turning towards them,
"We had a sister, we lost her after Smaug took over the mountain." The blonde one whispers, stepping towards me, "her name was Y/N."
"Wait..." I start, looking between the two of them, "Fili... Kili..."
"Yes!" Kili cries, running towards me and bringing me into a bone-crushing hug, Fili joining him,
"I thought I lost the two of you." I sob, turning to the other dark-haired dwarf, who had his arms opened for me, "I missed you, uncle."
"I missed you too Y/N." He whispers, hugging me quickly before letting go,
"Y/N." I hear the familiar voice of Bard say, I sigh, turning back to him,
"What?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips, he sighs, looking towards my family of dwarves, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the front door, shutting it behind him,
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks, I scoff,
"It wasn't anything of importance Bard," I whisper, looking away,
"Y/N..." He says, lifting my chin so I looked at him, "it is important. I don't like seeing you sad."
"Why?" I ask, crossing my arms, Bard sighs, looking down at me before smashing his lips onto mine, sparks seeming to fly, as we pull away, my eyes widen and a smile erupts onto my face, "that was one damn good explanation."
"Finally!" I hear Tilda yell, causing Bard and me to laugh.
