Yes I did delete my other story. One because I saw that I made many mistakes, plus I was getting shitty messages from people who were telling me that I don't know anything about The Hobbit or Bard. Maybe I don't know everything about the character or the story, but I must let you know that I just found out about the Hobbit in 2012 and just read the book like a year ago, so please bare with me... because I'm trying REALLY hard to go with the storyline and not make up stuff. But you people must understand that I must make up a storyline too, because if I copy every single thing in the story; then I'm breaking the law and I don't want to get in trouble from it. So if you're going to bitch and complain, PLEASE leave me alone... because I'm not having any shit anymore. Plus I don't know if Bard was as rebellious as the one I'm writing, but I imagined him that way and I'm going to keep it that way.

I don't own the Hobbit and it's characters. But I do own Karina, her mother, friends, and other relatives.

BTW Karina will be alive when the Dwarves and Bilbo come to Laketown.

Please enjoy.

Chapter One

It was an unfamiliar thing, for Bard to fall in love with someone so quickly. Some would think it was quiet odd how a young teenage lad, much like Bard, to be slapped silly by a girl who went by the name of Karina. Usually it was Bard who started the fights and ended them quickly, but to be humiliated in front of his friends would have made things much worse... but it didn't. The moment when he saw her walk away in an angry fashion, cussing him out in the most vulgar language that even the people of Laketown didn't know; he knew she was the one. Of course he knew he couldn't jump into conclusions and immediately think she would forgive him for what he did... (which he was very embarrassed about) but he could at least try and make acquaintances with her... he just never thought it would be this difficult.

"You are absolutely crazy, you know that right?" Adalwin said, as he and Bard walked through the busy walkways of Laketown. His voice was concerned, he always was. When they first became friends, they thought it wasn't going to last since they both had opposite behaviors. But now it has been 12 years, and they were both 18 and 17; they were inseparable. Bard gave a small snort of laughter and picked up a lost stone, twirling the smooth texture between his fingers.

"How many times have you said that?" Bard asked, his voice full of mischief and entertainment. Giving his friend a light laugh, Adalwin's large fishermen hand clasped over Bard's masculine shoulders and gave him a shake.

"I mean... she slapped you hard. You still have a bruise from where she got you." Adalwin said, his green eyes flickering up to see the handprint that covered half of Bard's face. He was right about that, and that bloody thing hurt so damn much; he didn't even know a woman could hit that hard. But that still didn't change one thing... at all.

"You're still going to see her, huh?" Adalwin said, his voice low and somehow annoyed. With a quick motion, Bard's hand flicked out and the stone went flying into the murky water; the soft plop of the rock landing answered Adalwin's question.

"I'm not going to be surprised if she kills you... she was pretty mad at you." Adalwin said, and Bard's eyes rolled at his friends constant talking.

"I'll be fine... she wouldn't dare. I mean, who would kill this pretty face?" Bard asked, his brown eyes twinkling with humor. His friend gave a light chuckle and shook his head.

"You're so arrogant... no wonder she doesn't like you." Adalwin said, and the two went into a small playful brawl.

Her house was in full view, peering towards Bard's tall form. He was pretty brave back there, but now that he was all alone without Adalwin behind him; he had to face a very angry woman by himself. Giving a sigh, he puffed his chest out and straightened his back. With long strides towards the door, he raised his fist up to knock on the hard wood. But before his hand landed on the texture, he immediately coward back. Why was he so nervous? It was just a girl who slapped him silly... well a girl he was starting to like... and was actually imagining himself marrying her... but the fact that he was going to stare into those icy blue eyes was as nerve wracking as the day his dad first taught him how to use a longbow. But as the wise words of his mother rung through his head: "Being brave means you have to talk to one girl... at least ONE." And this was the girl he was going to talk to...

Finally his fist raised up once again and landed heavily on the door. The echo seemed to have wrung forever in his head, and his heart felt like it was about to jump right out of his chest. At first there was silence, then he could hear the footsteps of someone coming up. The door opened, revealing an older woman with graying blonde hair... and the same color of eyes as her daughter.

"U-Um... Lady Agard..." Bard found himself stuttering like a fool in front of her. Karina's mother, or Audhild as some call her, stared at him with a look that could shake even the strongest Laketown guard. Though it was the eyes that most people noticed, it was also the scars that crisscrossed on the side of her face. One would say that a beast attacked her; but rumors stated that she was an Assassin, assigned to protect Laketown from the creatures that lurked in the shadows of any forest around them. She quit though when she got pregnant with another Assassin's child, and has never done it since. Of course rumors were rumors, and Bard wouldn't be surprised if it actually happened.

"Yes?" she asked, her words short but sharp like ice shards, cutting through his thoughts. He could feel his very core shaking under her stare, and he was half tempted to just turn around and run away. But his feet seemed to have been weighed down to the creaky porch, and his heart beat echoed like drums in his ears.

"M-May I s-speak to Kari-Karina?" he asked, feeling like a complete idiot in front of her. Arching a dark eyebrow, Audhild looked at him for a mere few seconds before tilting her head back slightly and yelling, "Karina!"

Silence was very much heavy between the two, and Karina's beautiful form came into view as she walked to the front door.

"Yes Mama?" she asked, her voice like bells in a midsummer's eve.

"There is a young man here to see you." Audhild said, then turning her back towards Bard and walking away with much fluent grace... just like the way Karina walks. When the younger woman finally arrived at the door, her soft blue eyes turned as hard as her mothers when they landed on the young teenage boy.

"What do you want?" she asked, her words harsh and dripping with poison. Bard could only stare at her though, mesmerized by the power in which she held in that small frail body. One wouldn't believe how much impact she had in those hands until they saw what they could do to a man's face.

"I-I was wondering if-"

"If I could forgive you? Ha! You must be foolish to think such a thing." Karina said, her shoulder leaning against the door frame. Bard stared at her, completely surprised at how fast she could finish ones sentence.

"Look, I know what I did was a horrible thing, and I wasn't thinking straight when I did that... But I would imagine that maybe... that maybe-" he was then cut off again when Karina took one step towards him, her face just inches away from his.

"Every man says that... have you noticed? I wasn't thinking straight when I did that... That excuse will not cut it, Bard. You think that will make up for what you did? Grabbing my breasts like that in public? You think you can casually walk in here and put a charm on your face, and I would just immediately forgive you. I have seen more charm on a fish then I have seen on you, now will you excuse me; I would like to go back inside and never see your face again." Karina said, each word cutting into Bard like the sharp arrows he has stashed underneath his bed.

"But Kar-"

"Unless you want another handprint on the other side of your face, I'd suggest you go... NOW." She said, her icy eyes piercing right into Bard's soul. Without a moments hesitation, he turned around and began to run away... fast.