As voted for by the peeps over on A03 for chapter 100, this fic is based on starlightelvenking‘s prompt:

Imagine Tilda starting fights at school and Bard getting called into the Headmasters office about it and meeting Headmaster Thranduil

“Mr Bowman?” Came the tinny voice down the phone.

“Ya?” Bard answered distractedly with the phone trapped between his shoulder and ear, he was concentrating much harder on not dropping all the various tools tucked under his arms than on what the person down the phone was saying.

“…Mr Bowman?” The man asked again, he’d probably asked Bard a question that he’d missed, but he really didn’t want to drop the car battery and all the tools on his foot if he could avoid it.

“Yeah?” He repeated, the phone almost slipping out from between his should and ear when he went to put the scrap metal he was holding down.

“Are you listening to me?” He continued, sounding more than a little irritated.

“Not really, but if you can give me like ten seconds I will be.” Bard told him, ducking down to let the phone fall onto the table without breaking it, and quickly setting everything else down on the workbench beside the car he was working on, before scooping the phone back up. “Okay, I’m here, how can I help you?”

“Yes. I’m calling from the school. We have your daughter Tilda here and– .”  

“Is she okay?” Bard cut in, standing up straight, he’d never been called about any of his kids before.

“Yes she is fine.” The man confirmed, sounding more exacerbated every time Bard spoke, he clearly didn’t have any children himself.

“Okay good.” Bard relaxed at little, leaning back against the desk.

“Tilda is fine, the boy she punched has a cut on his face.”

“That doesn’t sound like her.” Bard commented, a frown furrowing his brow, there was no way Tilda had just hit someone out of the blue.

“Yes well we need you to come down to the school.”

“It’s kind of the middle of my work shift. Can it wait till when I come pick her up at the end of the day? Bard requested, he would really rather not abandon Percy unless he had to.

“We would appreciate it if you could come down now.” And well that was one way of saying no.

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Elves in pastel colors || requested by lovelythranduil

9/25 Pictures of Lee Pace

THE MANY OUTFITS OF KING THRANDUIL

Lee Pace & Luke Evans..

Please consider:

why are like 98.27% of the Barduil prompts and headcanons full of angst. seriously, even the ones that you start reading and going ‘aww, that’s so cu-’ end in something heartwrenchingly sad.

it’s like “yeah modern AU where Bard and Thranduil are in love and raise their kids together and have a puppy but thEN ONE OF THEM GETS DIAGNOSED WITH BRAIN CANCER AND THE PUPPY DIES OF TUBERCULOSIS AND ALL THE KIDS BURN UP IN A HOUSE FIRE HAHAHA”

Sometimes a storm is just a storm.

thorin the raven whisperer.

A while ago girl-most-unlikely asked if someone could draw Bard and Thranduil like on one of those tacky romance novel covers. And I thought: That´s exactly what I am here for. So I took a few hours off from my comic to draw this masterpiece. And I am not gonna lie, this is the best thing I have drawn in a long while. Original

out of context this looks like they just knocked out Gandalf with a frying pan 

stills from the movie i wish i could have watched

#their children’s leashes get tangled together#uptight corporate Boss Elf thranduil has to care for bard’s three rambunctious hippie kidlets#gruff granola freelance archer BARD has to take care of weird nerd LEGOLAS who just keeps pointing stuff out all the time#“pigeons.” yes. pigeons. “a license plate from maryland.” that’s right legolas.#subplot involving somebody trying to crowd thranduil out of the BIG PROMOTION#thranduil wears shoulder pads#they slowly come 2 respect each other’s parenting skills#bard gives an impassioned speech when CHILD SHENANIGANS make thranduil late for the BIG PRESENTATION#“you know what? thranduil worked his ASS off for this. he is so passionate. so intelligent. so committed to his work.”#“and he was late….because he stopped to put a band-aid on a little girl’s knee.”#“maybe you don’t appreciate that here at Corporate Party Elf Inc. But I do.”#eye contact across the room.#thranduil stands trembling in his stylish yet ambitious pantsuit.#“i do.” bard repeats in a husky whisper (via sashayed)

The Elves, will they not fight?