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They really didn’t mean anything by it honestly Bards elves were just too sensitive!!!!
Verissa had been about town with Lindir when thier dear little nephew had run up to them crumbs splattered on his face hands wide for a hug. All the elves adored the children of Dale and Lindir was no acception.
“Verissa can’t I play with you today mommy and daddy are fighting again.”
“Of course you may,” Verissa cleaned his cheeks “ this is my friend Lindir.”
The rest of the afternoon was quite uneventful until dinner time approached the child, “Do I have to go home Verissa?”
“ You do. Look as much as your parents may fight they love you okay.”
“Really?”
“Of course, as constant as the stars above always know that you are loved....now go hone my poor brother must be worried sick! Shoo!”
“Bye Verissa! By mr elf!!!”
“Well now that the kids gone.... Lindir.”
Tears streamed down his cheeks.
“Awww fuck.”
Writing Prompt
Lindir had been attached to the hip of one of Bards assistants Verissa since morning. He was supposed to be attending Lord Elrond but was told to ‘take a break’
Ugh!
Well she was nice at least, and dare he say it perhaps she was even a friend.
Elrond: There you are Lindir! How has your day been?
Lindir: My day has been well, Verissa here was quite kind in showing me around.
Elrond: oh was she now
Elrond didn’t want antagonize the situation but Verissa hardly seemed kind and helpful sort; a constant scowl on her face, short replies and staring at air. Then again Erestor did similar things...
Bard huffed: And how was your day Verissa?
She looked up from inspecting her nails: it was not terrible
Elrond bristled.
Bard laughed: Well good to see you making friends! And with elves no less!
Verissa hummed huffy: ...friends...
Glorfindale stepped in before Elrond could interject: Well then I hope tomorrow goes better for you I’m sure we can find something for Lindir to do without taking your time
Verissa blinked slowly:Why would you need to do that?
Glorfindale: uuuhhhh welll
Erestor: We simply don’t want to disturb you with someone you barely appear to tolerate
Verissa stared at the elves with the eyes of a long dead fish:
“I have only known Lindir for a day but if anything ever happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself”
The room went quite, the room was quite until the humans began to laugh!
The non-Greenwood elves stood shocked. Glorfindale: Did she just threaten murder and the humans are ... happy?
Thranduil grind over to Elrond: No worries Lindir, this just means she likes you.
Writing Prompt: #2 Pinky Promise are Serious
Thranduil: What’s wrong sweetheart?
Tilda: “cry” Josh an I “cry” promised to be friends forever “cry” but “cry”
Thranduil: Tilda it’s alright sometimes people grow apart, you’re kids you have plenty time to make new friends
Tilda: But we pinky promised!
Thranduil: Well then.... I don’t see why you can’t be friends again? Surly you can work things out.
Tilda: “cry” his parents don’t want him to see me anymore “cry” because I’m a ‘bad influence’
Thranduil:.... I will be right back......
Writing Prompt: #1
As far as the other races are concerned “pinky promises” are super serious.
Tilda was crying, clinging to Thranduil’s robes.
Tilda: No! Your not allowed to leave!
Thranduil: Tilda please don’t cry I -
Tilda: But what if you die! What if you leave and never comeback!
Thranduil: Tilda sweetheart I promise to do all in my power to return as quickly as I can.
She extended her little finger out to him: Pinky promise
Thranduil: A what?
Tilda grabbed his hand gently wrapping her finger around his then shaking it: Now promise and it has to come true!
———
And Thranduil returned within the month.
Writing Prompt
Imagine elves have no concept of food poisoning? - Except for like literal poison!
Bard retching, sweaty, face red and making the most pitiful of noises.
Thranduil running out of the room: Get a healer!
Singrid popping her head in and taking one look at her dad: Oh no need he’s fine!
Thranduil: Even so we should still...
Singrid: He’s fine he just has food poisoning again.
Thranduil: Poisoning! .... AGAIN!!!!!
Writing Prompt
Imagine elves don’t know what sunburns are?
Bard, red itchy and peeling skin off: Ow!
Thranduil: Wtf Bard? A-a-are you molting?!!!
Bard: What no?? I just have a sunburn.
Thranduil: The sun... burns you....
Thranduil remembering elves are essentially stars and that he’s touched Bard before: oh no
Elves don’t have to sleep as much as humans do. So imagine they have no idea what sleep deprivation is?
Bard (stumbling around, repeating his words and vaguely hallucinating): where’s the coffee
Thranduil: are you okay
Sigrid: oh dads fine he just hasn’t been able to sleep in a week
Thranduil (conserned and horrified): what?!?!
Elves have heighten senses right, so they probably never had a need for hunting dogs. So they probably never had dogs as pets. So...
Bard: These are my children!
Thranduil (points at dog): what is that
Bard: that’s my son!
Thranduil: Bard what the fuck?!?!?
Bard (After pack bonding with Thranduil): I would die for you
Legolas(freaking out on the inside): please don’t Ada will be sad
Me: loving the humans pack bond trope
Also me: loving The Hobbit
Bard: I would die for you.
Thanduil (screaming internally and already in love): I’ve only known you a week!