Chapter Fifty-Five
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SUMMARY: Thranduil helps Bard celebrate his birthday, and the People of the North give him a special gift.
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City of Dale 18th of May 2942 T.A.
"Good morning!" Hilda smiled, as she came to take their breakfast tray. "I see you've got a good appetite!" She leaned over and gave him a big hug. "Oh, my boy… Forty years old, already! Seems only yesterday you were just a boy, following your Da and Percy around." She sat facing him and patted his cheek. "How do you feel, pet?"
"Better, now that we've got our bed back. My back muscles don't hurt anymore." Bard was leaning against the headboard, smiling.
"How's the leg?"
"Feels good. No aches, no pains, nothing."
"Oh, good. Hope you like the present I've arranged for you."
"No hints?"
"Not a one." She went over to Thranduil's side of the bed and gave him a hug. "You look good as new. The color's back in your face, and your eyes are bright as ever." She gave him a motherly smile. "It's a good day, isn't it?"
"It is, Brennil Vuin." He kissed her hands.
Hilda smiled and fanned her face with her fingers. "Be still my heart." Then she got up and picked up the tray, and left.
Thranduil got up and locked the door. "Are you still hungry, Bard?"
"Oh, yes," the Bowman grinned, as his eyes grew dark. "Starving, actually."
"Good." Thranduil walked over to the bed and lifted Bard's night shirt over his head, as he reached in the drawer of the nightstand for the oil.
"Are we allowed to do this?"
"Probably not, if I do have you very soon, I will die from the longing…"
Bard had not been with his husband in over a month, and he sobbed out unintelligible words as he became one with Thranduil, and their fëas touched in the way it only did when they were joined. It was a bliss that ran through them like fire.
"Oh, gods I've missed you so, so much…" Bard whispered roughly, as their bodies joined. "You are so beautiful… Look at me, love. Tell me you feel me; tell me you feel how much I love this."
The Elf met his eyes, "Bard, I have missed this with you," he moaned. "I feel your hardness in me, and the fullness of your heart, Meleth nîn. I feel you about to explode in me. I love you so much…"
Bard gasped, as he felt the pleasure build in his body, and his muscles begin to tense. "Oh, gods, we're almost there... I love it when we come together… Come with me..."
It was true. They came to their shining moment together, saw a rainbow of bright color in each other, until they were blinded by it. Did they cry out? Bard couldn't remember; all he knew was the explosion of bright stars, rapture and pleasure flow through him, and the depths of his Elf's eyes. For those few seconds, there was nothing but the two of them. For those few seconds they were truly one being.
When Bard came back to awareness, he was still Thranduil's arms, they were still joined, still moving, and blue-grey eyes were locked with his brown-green ones, and he was hazy from one of the best climaxes he'd ever had. He sighed as Thranduil kissed him, still moving up and down, but gently. At last they were still, but their lips did not part, and hands were holding his face, as their tongues danced together in a celebration of the utter and complete joy they just felt with and for each other. The kiss went on and on, which was fine with Bard, because they both were enjoying the aftershocks of their coupling and they never wanted this beautiful experience to end.
When at last Thranduil broke away to kiss his forehead and lay his head on the top of his, they both sighed. "That was almost as wonderful as our wedding night," he whispered. "Never have the colors been so bright, so vivid… Our fëa sang with utter joy, Meleth nîn."
Bard wiped a tear away, as he rested his cheek against Thranduil's chest, while his husband ran his fingers through his thick black curls. They both were still panting, from the exertion, but he managed to say, "I love you… I love that we don't have to try to describe it…" Another tear threatened to fall. "Do you realize what a gift it is to know what it's like for you, as well as me? It's always a surprise how good it feels."
"It truly is a gift," Thranduil said softly, then he kissed Bard's hair again, then brushed the hair away from Bard's face and gave him a look of pure love. "Happy Birthday, Hervenn nîn. Ci velethril e-guil nîn."
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Bard smiled up at Thranduil. "I can only think of one other thing I'd like today."
"And what would that be, Meleth?" Thranduil was still straddled in his lap, and had his arms around Bard's shoulders and one hand stroking the hair on the back of his head.
Before Bard could answer, there was a knock on their door. "Lord Bard?" It was Ermon, the Chief Healer.
"Just a minute." Quickly Thranduil got off his husband's lap, grabbed his pajama top to wipe off Bard's stomach and then clean himself up as best he could, as Bard yanked his night shirt back on. After Thranduil tied his bottoms back on, he went to unlock the door.
The Chief Healer took in the state of their bed, their mussed hair, and their sheepish smiles. "Ah. I see you have had 'breakfast.'"
Bard blushed, and looked at his lap. "Sorry."
"No matter," the Healer said with a straight face. "Everyone could tell you were enjoying yourselves, by the racket you were making. I believe Alun won the bet as to how long it would take for you two to finish."
"Amarth faeg!" Thranduil gasped, and cursed with horror.
At the sight of their faces, Ermon burst into laughter. "I am just teasing you, but I know Lord Percy would pay a fortune to see the looks on your faces!"
"That was cruel!" Bard griped. "Percy's a bad influence."
"Perhaps, but it has been a long winter, I miss my wife, and I need to find laughter where I can," the Healer said with a smile, but then he said, "Please do not worry, Lord Bard; I do not compromise the dignity of my patients, especially that of my King."
Bard heaved a sigh of relief. "I suppose we should have asked you first, but…"
Ermon shook his head. "Do not worry on that account, either; you both are much better, and while I worry about the physical exertion, the healing benefits far outweigh the dangers at this point. In fact, I strongly recommend that you do this as often as possible, provided Thranduil does most of the…work, if you understand."
"Uh, well. He. I mean, I…" Bard sputtered.
"Stop!" Ermon's hand flew up in protest. "Just… keep doing that."
Thranduil couldn't stop the smile. "You mean we are free to…"
"Oh, yes. A strong fëa will strengthen the body." Ermon put his hands on his hips. "Lord Bard, I should like to wish you many happy returns on the day of your birth. It seems appropriate that my gift would be the removal of your cast, if that is agreeable to you?"
"'Agreeable?'" Bard sat up straighter. "Ulmo's balls; yes! How soon can you get this cursed thing off?"
"Right this minute, after I check the leg once more." Ermon placed his hand over Bard's leg and closed his eyes. Thranduil stood beside him and put his hands over the Healer's and centered himself, so he could see, as well. The bone was perfect. The spider web-like fracture was filled with new bone growth, which was stronger than the actual bone itself. Each piece was where it should be, and the muscles around it were a healthy color, no longer angry and dark – Bard had healed completely.
Thranduil smiled as he took his hands off, and opened his eyes, but he stepped back so Ermon could do his job. The assistant came in and together they cut the hard cast down one side, then carefully pried it off Bard's thigh, exposing the pale skin, which quickly became pink, as Bard scratched the area with a blissful moan.
"My Lord, your leg is almost as good as new." The Healer told him with a smile.
"Almost?" Bard looked nervous.
"The only reason I say this, is because you have not used it, so it is weaker than is normal, but that is easily remedied." The Healer smiled, then went to the doorway and came back with a cane.
"I can get up?"
"You may get up. Your confinement is officially over, although I need to you ease into regular activity - your body is not accustomed to it yet." Ermon reached over and helped Bard sit on the edge of the bed. "Now put your right hand on the cane and put some weight on it… That is it…" he grabbed Bard by the elbow and helped him to stand.
"I'm standing!" Bard yelped with glee. "Praise the Valar!" Then a wave of dizziness made him wobble a bit. "Oh…"
"That is normal; you have not stood in many weeks, so your body needs to get used to it." The Healer kept a firm grip on his elbow. "Put some weight on the cane, rather than your leg…"
After a minute, Bard's vision cleared.
"Better?"
"Yes. Oh, just think: freedom! No more privy pans, no more pitchers…"
"True, and yet another surprise awaits that we thought you might enjoy."
"What?"
"Take a step, and make sure to keep using the cane… This way…" Ermon and Thranduil helped Bard walked to their necessary room, where a hot, steamy bath awaited him.
"That," Bard said, in a faraway voice, "is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life… Isn't it magnificent?"
"It will be more so when you get in it, My Lord," the Chief Healer suggested. "There is Athelas oil in it, to help with any lingering muscle stiffness, and over there," he pointed, "is your change of clothes…"
"Clothes? I get to wear real clothes again?" Bard squealed like a maiden, but he didn't care; he would have danced a jig if he could.
"Here; let us help you get in." Thranduil got him out of his nightshirt, and Bard let out an ecstatic moan, as both Elves helped him settle in.
"Ohhhhhh…. I can't believe how good this feels."
The steamy water with the healing herb refreshed them all, and took away any soreness, and all heaviness that had been lingering in Bard's heart was gone.
"I will leave you and Lord Thranduil to it, then. Enjoy." Ermon smiled, and left the room.
The Elvenking smiled down at his Bowman. "How do you feel?"
"Not as good as if you were in here with me," Bard told him, then scooted forward so Thranduil could sit behind him and hold him. "Now… it's absolutely perfect." He laid his head on the Elf's shoulder. "Mmmm... I'll never take things like this for granted again, love."
"I will not, either." Thranduil took some shampoo and washed Bard's hair thoroughly, then his own. Then he washed their bodies, as Bard continued to lay back against him, murmuring endearments.
"I hated that we were both sick, but do you realize how wonderful it's been to be beside you, night and day? To wake up next to each other every single morning? We were married five months ago, and this is the most we've been together since!"
"It is sad that it took things like Tilda's illness and your injuries to bring it about, but do not linger on such things, Meleth nîn; all that matters, is that we will never be parted like that again."
"Never," Bard whispered. "In a way, it feels like it's more than Dale's beginning: our own life is officially starting! No more separations, no more scrambling to keep my people from starving, or worried for their safety… I'm so happy, love."
"All the peoples of the North have taken some time to grieve; now we will begin our journey forward as a united force."
Bard looked at him thoughtfully. "Do you think Hilda was right? Are the people as committed to this as she says?"
"The only way we shall know for sure is to see what happens, Meleth nîn. Hilda also likes to say, 'Hope for the best; prepare for the worst.' But for now, let us think of more pleasant things. I am sharing a very nice bath with my husband, whom I have missed very much." "I adore you, Bard, King of Dale, my very own husband." Thranduil wrapped his arms and legs around his Bowman. "I absolutely adore you."
Bard reached his arms up behind him and pulled Thranduil's head down and gave him a long, deep kiss. "I still can't believe it sometimes; the great and mighty Elvenking loves me. You're mine, and you will be till the end of time - how great is that?"
They looked into each other's eyes and knew they were both blessed.
"The water's getting cold, you know." Bard whispered, not wanting to break the spell.
"As much as I love being here with you, we must get up. Sit forward," he instructed, then he got out, dried himself, then helped his husband into the chair, so they could finish drying and get dressed.
Once they both had their clothes on and hair combed, there was another knock on their bedroom door.
"Come," Bard said. "We're decent!"
Hilda opened it with a smile. "Glad to hear it." She went over and threw her arms around Bard. "Oh, it's grand to see you on your feet!"
"It feels wonderful, Hil." He smiled into her shoulder. "It really does."
She released him with a smile. "I thought you both could have lunch with everyone in the Great Hall; would you like that?"
"Absolutely." Bard reached for his cane, as Ermon arrived to help him.
"Which hand should I put this thing in?" Bard asked. "I've never used one before."
"Many use the opposite hand, as a counter-balance. However, you are right-handed, so you might be more comfortable with it in your left, and just move it with your leg. Try both, and do what works for you."
"Good enough." Bard tried walking around the room, and decided he liked his right hand free. "Come on; let's get out of this room!" he grinned at Thranduil. "Have you been past the corridor yet?"
"No, I have not. Ermon has ordered the guards to keep me in this area, but I have been walking up and down each day while you nap." Thranduil told him, as they made their way through the bedroom door, with Ermon and Hilda behind them.
"WOOF!" At the end of the corridor, Bard's dog was thrilled to see his master up and about. Thangon ran past the guards with a joyous yelp, and made for his master at breakneck speed.
"Whoa…" Bard started, but before he could do anything else, Thangon stopped himself a few feet away with his tail wagging, turned and positioned himself on Bard's right side, by Thranduil. "WOOF!" he declared happily.
"Looks like he wants to help support you." Hilda marveled.
"Good boy; are you going to help me if I fall, yeah?" Bard scratched the dog behind the ears.
Thranduil was impressed. "I think he is, Bard. If you do fall, he will keep you from injuring yourself." He stroked the huge dog's head and said, "Mae garnen, Thangon, Mellon nîn."
"Let's get going, then."
As they made their way toward the Great Hall, Bard marveled at the quiet. "Is everyone outside? Usually there's all kinds of noise out there."
"I've been too busy packing and fussing over you to notice, love," Hilda answered him.
The quiet was eerie, the closer they came to the double doors that opened to the Hall. There was no one there. Not one person.
"What's this?" Bard whispered, and his voice echoed in the emptiness.
"I do not know…"
"Shhh!" Hilda whispered. "Just keep quiet and make your way outside, and don't say a word."
"What do you mean?" Bard couldn't help but ask.
"You'll see. This is what I've been telling you boys, and they've got a gift for you, too. Just get out there and stand at the top of the steps."
Hilda, Ermon and Thangon helped the two Kings get to the main doors, and two more Elven guards opened them, and they walked out into the sunshine. The courtyard in front of the Great Hall was packed full of folks from all three races of the North!
On the dais above the steps was King Dáin, who took his place on Bard's left, and signaled for them to wait.
The crowd parted, and Alun, Dwalin, and Feren walked up, and stood at the foot of the stairs, and stood at attention. Then Alun stepped up, bowed low to the three Kings, turned toward the crowd, and said in a loud, clear voice:
"Do you, People of Dale pledge your fealty to Bard, son of Brand, heir of Girion, King of Dale? Will you honor Thranduil, son of Oropher, King of the Woodland Realm, and Dáin, son of Náin, King Under the Mountain?"
At once, every Man in the courtyard went down on one knee, and bowed their heads. "Hail, King Bard! Hail, King Thranduil! Hail, King Dáin!"
"Oh…" Bard breathed. "This is…"
"Shush yerself," Dáin whispered out the side of his mouth. "They're no' done."
Feren stepped up, and bowed before them, then turned to the crowd:
"Edhilren Eryn Aranarth! Gwestamen Thranduil iôn Oropher, Aran Eryn Aranarth! Egleriam Aran Bard! Elgleriam Aran Dáin!"
With the utmost precision, as is the way of Elves, they dropped to one knee, and with their hands over their hearts, and brought them out in a salute, saying in strong, clear voices: "Suil, Aran Thranduil! Suil, Aran Bard! Suil, Aran Dáin!"
It was Dwalin's turn to come up the steps and bow, and speak to the crowd in Khuzdul:
"Khard rōk Urdêkul! Né belgond varak Uzbad Dáin Ifthu-zirin, Grimstnzborith! Hurmel, Uzbad Bard rōk Neidar! Hurmel, Uzbad Thranduil rōk Vruden!"
Every Dwarf in the courtyard went down on one knee, beat their fists over their hearts three times, and shouted, "Shamukh, Uzbad Dáin! Shamukh, Uzbad Bard! Shamukh, Uzbad Thranduil!"
Bard and Thranduil were speechless, but the ceremony wasn't finished.
King Dáin stepped forward, raised his hand over the crowd and said in Westron: "Dwarves of Erebor: Do you give your solemn oath to protect the Northern Kingdoms from any and all enemies, who seek to destroy our peace?"
The Dwarves got off their knees and with and beat their chests again, one for every King in the North, "We do so vow, King Under the Mountain!"
Dáin gave Thranduil a meaningful look, and Hilda whispered, "Go on!"
So Thranduil stepped forward, raised his hand, and said, also in Westron. "Elves of the Woodland Realm: Do you pledge to protect not only our lands, but come to the aid of all Kingdoms of the North to protect it from its enemies, both near and far?"
The Elves stood up, clasped their hands to their hearts and extended it in unison toward their liege. "We do so vow, King of the Woodland Realm!"
Bard felt a nudge in his side, so he stepped forward, leaning on his cane, and raised his right hand over the still-bowed heads of his people and said, with great emotion in his voice, "Men of Dale: Do you give your solemn oath to protect not only this Kingdom, but to aid all the Kingdoms of the North? Will you swear to protect the peace that exists here between Men, Elves and Dwarves?"
The Citizens of Dale stood at attention, raised their arms, touched their temples with their flattened hands, and he'd them there, saying in unison: "We do so vow, King of Dale and it's Surrounding Lands!" As one, they lowered there hands, and proudly stood at attention.
With that a loud cheer went up in the courtyard, along with applause, and caps were tossed into the air.
Ben stepped over and handed Bard a thick scroll. "This was signed by every Man, Elf and Dwarf here, My King, as proof of our commitment. Many happy returns of the day, Bard."
"Thank you…" Bard's eyes swam, and his throat tightened and began to hurt. Blinking rapidly, he did his best to smile and wave at the crowd, but shook his head when the Men of Dale asked for a speech. He put his hand over his heart and blinked away the tears, as he mouthed "thank you," over and over.
When he could see again, he saw that Thranduil was also emotional, but he managed to cover it a bit better. Tauriel ran up the steps and was swiftly enveloped in her father's loving arms, and Thranduil buried his face in her hair, as she leaned her head against his shoulder and sent Bard a loving smile. After giving Bard a hug, she surprised Dáin by kissing him on the cheek.
"Get on wi' ye then, lass," Dáin was blushing, and couldn't think of anything else to say.
Bard turned to his left and shook Dáin's hand. "This was…" he cleared his throat. "This was… perfect, Dáin; I can't tell you how much this means to me, to all of us."
"Don' look a' me, lad. 'Twas the men's notion to do this. Hope it suits ye."
"'Suits me? This is what I'd hoped for!" He smiled and leaned on his cane, trying to hide his fatigue, but Dáin was too quick for him.
"See here, Bard; we need to git ye inside— Hilda!" he called.
The Seneschal scooted over. "Come on, Ermon; Bard needs his chair! Let's go, pet." She took one arm and Ermon took the other, while Thangon walked in front to clear the way."
Bard was seated at a table closest to the back hallway, with his leg up on a stool, and Thranduil was soon seated beside him.
Bard smiled at his husband. "How are you holding up?"
"I am well, but plan to join you after lunch to rest." The Elvenking quickly added the last part, when he saw the Chief Healer scrutinize him. "Yes, Ermon, I will take your advice, so you need not worry."
"Excellent." Ermon gave him a lopsided grin. "I would hate to have to have the Guards haul you back there, in front of all these people."
"Now then; let's get lunch served!" Hilda got up and went to the kitchen door, where several cooks had been working to prepare a feast. Bard could even see Bombur in there, waving his ladle around, chatting merrily with the crew. Soon, heavily laden trays were brought forth and set before them, and everyone tucked in.
As they were eating, Bard looked around and saw that all the beds had been removed from the Hall – and extra tables had been set up to accommodate the large crowd.
"Has everyone moved out?" he asked Alun and Ben.
"Almost. The Elves went to their quarters at the new barracks, and most of the Men took up residence in their houses last week." Alun said with a smile. "We still eat our meals in here, though, and gather for an hour or two to have a pint, or play a game."
"How is your house?" Bard asked him.
"Oh, it's a bit rough, but not much worse than we had in Laketown, if you remember. It feels grand to have a place of my own, again."
"How about the Marketplace? What's going on there?"
"The merchants have been assigned their spaces, and soon they'll be in business. I've been meeting with them for weeks, to finance them and help them send for supplies to get started. Most of them will be simply filling orders, until they get caught up enough to have displays, mind you. The Potter's shop, the Weavers, the Carpenters have already gotten started, and we've got two Blacksmiths setting up on either end of the city. It's all coming together."
"I'd like to spend some time in your office within the next couple of days, to be brought up to speed, if you would."
"I'd be happy to show you, My Lord." Alun smiled. "I've almost finished getting Rhys's room ready. It'll be good to have my boy under the same roof, again."
Thranduil smiled and raised his glass. "I have enjoyed looking after him, Alun he is a credit to you and his mother. He has been a good and supportive friend to our Bain, as well as our girls. We consider him one of the family, so do not hesitate to tell me if there is something I can do for him."
"Aye, My Lord; I thank you. He's a good boy, and luckily he looks like his Mam, so he'll be a handsome one, too."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Bard said. "I see a lot of you in him, and that's something for him to be proud of." Changing the subject, he asked, "How is Ina?"
"She's improving. Mistress Írimë thinks I should make a trip to the Palace to see her soon – sometime this summer. Mother has decided to stay there permanently, and that's probably a good thing. She is starting over there; she won't have to face people who still don't know the whole story. The Elves treat her kindly, and her days are quiet and peaceful, which is exactly what she needs."
"I agree," Thranduil said. "Mistress Ina will be given the utmost courtesy, for as long as she wishes to stay. I do not know how well she can be, after all she's been through, but if she can find contentment in my Halls, she is more than welcome. I have written to Írimë giving her permission for Ina to walk in my private gardens any time she wishes, provided she is escorted. The fresh air and sunshine will do her good."
"I thank you, Lord Thranduil."
While Bard was listening to this exchange, his eyes wandered around the Hall which was loud with boisterous chatter
After almost six weeks in isolation, Bard found it unsettling to be around such a crowd again. It would take getting used to, yes, but these were his people, and they had gifted him with the Scroll to prove it.
Bard didn't want to be a dictator like the Master – he wanted to lead them, not force them, and this parchment was proof that he had earned their trust, which was a remarkable accomplishment. These former Laketown residents did not, as a rule, see trust as a gift, so much as something to be earned.
He turned the scroll over in his hands, as he smiled. "I think this will be my biggest accomplishment as a King." He said to everyone. "Nothing we could possibly do, will ever be as important as this."
He met Hilda's eyes, who gave him a proud, approving smile. "I think we should put that somewhere safe for now, and when the Castle is all finished, we should make a display for it, as with the other relics from the Battle."
"A museum, of sorts," Thranduil agreed. "Future generations need to see and appreciate the work and sacrifice we made here."
"Great idea." Bard nodded.
Bard looked around at everyone in the Great Hall again, as another wave of gratitude came over him. He had always been proud to be counted amongst these good folk, and the interdependence that had been nurtured out of necessity, under the cruel tyranny of the Master of Laketown, will be continued in their new home, where their hopes and dreams could finally flourish.
Dale had started, and it was not only going to work well, but he had just been given proof positive that his Kingdom, and the North would be renowned in Middle Earth for its unique blend of culture, its trade, and its strength.
Today, on his birthday, Bard truly felt like a King, down deep in his bones.
Bard felt a wave of gratitude and happiness sweep over him, and he was overcome. He wasn't crying, but he felt the sting of tears in his eyes.
"Meleth nîn?" Thranduil leaned toward him with concern in his eyes. "Are you well? Do you need to lie down?"
Bard shook his head. "No," he managed to say. "I just…" he waved his hand at the happy crowd. "It's just… more than I ever expected. And I…" He blinked. "This is the best birthday I've ever had."
Thranduil put his arm around Bard's shoulders, and as expected, handed him a kerchief. "You really should start carrying these in your pockets."
"No," Bard grinned. "If I did, it would mean you wouldn't be with me, and I'd never want that."
The Elvenking tilted his head with a small smile. "I can only say it is perfect day when all of our children are with us, but this has been an excellent day for celebrations."
Bard swallowed, as his eyes filled again. "Aye," he managed to say. "They'll be here before you know it."
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Once the food was eaten (along with cakes for dessert), and it was evident that the King of Dale was exhausted, and the King of the Woodland Realm wasn't looking much better.
"Go on wi' ye, then," Dáin waved them off. "Dinna fash; we'll look after thin's 'ere."
Tauriel, Hilda, and Ermon (with Thangon's help) escorted the two Kings from their table, after thanking them all again. The crowd in the Hall, laughed, waved them off, and told them to "go already, so the 'real party' could start."
Bard groaned, as he crawled in bed. "I had a great day, but I'm soooo tired…"
Thranduil hummed as he took his place on Bard's right. "Anytime I can get in bed with you, feels good." He yawned. "I am very sleepy."
Bard grabbed his hips and pushed him so that Thranduil lay on his right side, with his knees up.
"Yes… Finally, I get to sleep in my favorite position..." He snuggled up behind his Elf and wrapped his arm and leg around him. "I've missed doing this." He murmured into his husband's silky hair. "Hmmm… another wonderful birthday present."
"I love you, Bard." The Elvenking whispered, as he pulled Bard's arm around him tighter, and intertwined their fingers. "Always."
"Gi Melin, Thranduil." Bard responded. "Uireb."
He hardly finished the thought, before he fell fast asleep, and the Elvenking wasn't far behind. They slept all afternoon, and only woke to eat their supper, and fell asleep again.
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ELVEN TRANSLATIONS:
Amarth faeg! – Evil fate!
Brennil Vuin – Beloved Lady
Ci velethril e-guil nîn – You are the love of my life
dínen-luith – silencing spell
Hervenn nîn – My husband
Mae garnen, Thangon, Mellon nîn - Well done, Thangon my friend
Edhilren Eryn Aranarth! Men annagwaedh Fôr Ernaid! Gwestamen Thranduil iôn Oropher, Aran Eryn Aranarth ! Egleriam Aran Bard! Elgleriam Aran Dáin!" - Elves of the Woodland Realm! We pledge our fealty to the North Kingdoms! We pledge our fealthy to Thranduil, son of Oropher, King of the Woodland Realm! We honor King Bard! We honor King Dáin!"
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KHUZDUL SALUTE: (If this is wrong, please forgive me – there really is no good English/Dwarvish Dictionary like there is for Sindarin, so I had to cut and paste a lot. Even worse, I've been trying to conjugate verbs in Khuzdul, which no one should really do, without adult supervision…)
Khard rōk Urdêkul! Né belgond varak Uzbad Dáin Ifthu-zirin, Grimstnzborith! - Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain! We pledge our loyalty to Dáin Ironfoot, Ruler of all Dwarves!
Hurmel, Uzbad Bard rōk Neidar! – We give our highest honor to King Bard of Dale!
Hurmel, Uzbad Thranduil rōk Vruden! – We give our highest honor to King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm!
Shamukh, Uzbad Dáin! - Hail King Dáin!
Shamukh, Uzbad Bard! – Hail, King Bard!
Shamukh, Uzbad Thranduil! – Hail, King Thranduil!