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Title: Vampire
Author: Evandar
Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Bard is more than a boatman, but the Dwarves are safe for now.
Author's Notes: I'm so, so sorry. I saw Dracula: Untold too many times and now vampire!Bard is a thing I want in my life.
Also, I'm doing the DVD Commentary Meme, so check it out and ask me anything.
He smells them before he sees them. Blood makes his mouth water and he leaves his boat to stalk them along the shore. A group of Dwarves, one of them badly wounded, and the battered barrels of the Woodland King.
It's the barrels that give him pause. The Dwarves, whoever they are, and Thranduil's prisoners, and the Elvenking is one of the few who look upon him with compassion. He will not risk that alliance, no matter how much his fangs ache to bite, and he notches an arrow to his bow instead of attacking outright.
He makes sure the clouds remain firmly overhead, regardless of the wind.
He is spotted only when he intends to be, by a Dwarf sitting separate from the others, emptying water out of his boots. His eyes widen, and it's only with his cry that his comrades realise that there is a stranger in their midst. They are nothing to him, even though they bristle and threaten with stones and harsh words. Rocks, iron; things like that mean nothing to a creature out of legend - only Thranduil has heard of his kind before, and he has sworn friendship as long as Bard never preys on his people.
He shoots a rock out of a Dwarf's hand before it can be thrown, and when he speaks he lets his fangs show.
"Who are you?" he demands. "And what are you doing here?"
The Dwarves stare at his mouth, at the razor-sharp teeth that peek between his lips, and he wonders if they know just how much the realms of the North have changed in their absence.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Bard is more than a boatman, but the Dwarves are safe for now.
Author's Notes: I'm so, so sorry. I saw Dracula: Untold too many times and now vampire!Bard is a thing I want in my life.
Also, I'm doing the DVD Commentary Meme, so check it out and ask me anything.
He smells them before he sees them. Blood makes his mouth water and he leaves his boat to stalk them along the shore. A group of Dwarves, one of them badly wounded, and the battered barrels of the Woodland King.
It's the barrels that give him pause. The Dwarves, whoever they are, and Thranduil's prisoners, and the Elvenking is one of the few who look upon him with compassion. He will not risk that alliance, no matter how much his fangs ache to bite, and he notches an arrow to his bow instead of attacking outright.
He makes sure the clouds remain firmly overhead, regardless of the wind.
He is spotted only when he intends to be, by a Dwarf sitting separate from the others, emptying water out of his boots. His eyes widen, and it's only with his cry that his comrades realise that there is a stranger in their midst. They are nothing to him, even though they bristle and threaten with stones and harsh words. Rocks, iron; things like that mean nothing to a creature out of legend - only Thranduil has heard of his kind before, and he has sworn friendship as long as Bard never preys on his people.
He shoots a rock out of a Dwarf's hand before it can be thrown, and when he speaks he lets his fangs show.
"Who are you?" he demands. "And what are you doing here?"
The Dwarves stare at his mouth, at the razor-sharp teeth that peek between his lips, and he wonders if they know just how much the realms of the North have changed in their absence.
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Date: 2014-10-28 09:52 am (UTC)From:I also love the woodelves feeding him the blood of various creatures.
....what are your thoughts on Thranduil letting Bard drink from him? Is this the 'only animal blood ever or you'll end up evil' kind of vampirism, or the 'be careful not to noncon feed on anybody' kind?
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Date: 2014-10-30 02:38 pm (UTC)From:I'm very much leaning towards the 'be careful not to noncon feed on anybody' kind of vampirism, and I can definitely see Thranduil feeding Bad from himself - especially at the beginning, if only to protect his people
because let's just ignore PJ's characterisation, shall we?from any possible accidents.