Sup, I'm back from school. I hope you like this guys; I did. Tilda's so adorable in here!

Thanks again Leona2016 for reviewing. And thank you, Thilbo4Ever, also. I would welcome any prompts you want me to write. It would help with my current writer's block. Also, the next one will be Thilbo, promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hobbit and I probably never will.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

I.

"Daddy! Daddy! Can we keep her?" Tilda cried out from behind the fisherman, who was putting away the nets from his boat.

Bard turned from his work to see his youngest holding a young, thin, sickly-looking puppy whose fur was an unrecognizable color as it was also covered in mud and dirt.

It looked too ill to be saved, with its starved look and flea-bitten coat of dirty fur.

He was about to reply 'no' but he was enraptured in Tilda's own version of puppy eyes.

"Fine," he sighed. The blond squealed in delight as she nearly glomped him off the boat mindful of the dog.

(Knowing Tilde, she still would have kept the pup and would have been determined to save it, no matter what. It was a very admirable quality, Bard thought, but also a bad one. For him, at any rate.)

He kept themselves steady, precariously balancing himself and his armful. He didn't even want to think what would happen if he, Tilda, and the dog fell into the freezing water.

II.

"Daddy!" He heard his youngest call from behind him. In fact, right next to his ear. Bard rubbed his ear to get the ringing out of his ear as he turned in his seat.

"No, we can't keep h- " Bard stopped when he saw the tears in Tilda's blue eyes. He panicked, remembering the times the blonde would throw a tantrum for her strays. "Fine. Until it's fat, alright?"

"Yay! Thanks Da!" The blonde immediately cheered up, making Bard think that she was faking. The animal in her arms gave a faint 'meow.'

III.

"Da, it's hurt!"

Bard gave a sigh. Tilda had a habit of bringing home strays and he had no want of her crying, fake or not. Sigrid and Bain agreed with him wholeheartedly on that.

"Until it's healed, Tilda, it can stay." He decided, turning back to his meager breakfast before leaving for work. It was too early for everything yet somehow his daughter found the time to bring home another one of her pets.

The yellow bird looked comfortable on her hands. At least it wasn't a dog again.

IV.

"Hi, Da! I've made a new friend!"

The blond wood elf looked uncomfortable on his seat and so did Sigrid and Bain. Tilda just looked as happy as she could be, handing the elf a cup of water.

"...Hello." The male elf gave a short bow to the human and Bard returned it, being respectful to what he knew must be royalty, referring to the bow. "I am Legolas."

Yes, royalty indeed. "Bard, at your service. I assume you already know my children's names? "

"Yes, I do. Your youngest had introduced them to me upon my arrival."

"I... see."

Bard didn't even know how his youngest daughter met an elf nor did he think he wanted to know. He just knew he had to be respectful to the Greenwood's Prince if he wanted to keep the relationship between their races friendly.

(He didn't want to think what The Master would do to his family - not to mention the other villagers - if King Thranduil took back his support.)

He just hoped his children knew of the risks in having their ally's son in their home and did not insult the elf.

V.

"Da, our friends are visiting." Tilda announced the moment he had stepped foot into his home. It wasn't necessary as he could hear the noise from the town's square and it just magnified when he entered.

Bard stared at the thirteen ransacking dwarves plus one quiet hobbit in his home. His children were all smiling and chatting and Tilda was in the middle of the rowdy group, sandwiched between the two Princes of Erebor.

"Sigrid you're in charge. Don't let Fíli or Kíli destroy anything or let Nori steal anything."

"Why? Where are you going, King Bard?" The dwarf called Ori questioned.

"Out. I need a drink."

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Shadow: How do you like it, folks? Was it funny enough for yah? I did like writing this piece. And sorry if it is too short. This is not my best work.

Bard: It wasn't funny, Shadow. Our home was swimming with animals every other week.

Shadow: Aww, but you wouldn't squash your daughter's wish of having a pet, would you?

Bard: ...No, no I won't...

Shadow: *smirks*

Tilda: Da, can I have puppy? Please? Or a cat? They're nicer and easier to keep.

Bard: *groans*

Tilda: Fíli and Kíli have a pet pig from their uncle Dain; why can't I have a pet pig too? It'll be fun and can strengthen our bond with the Iron Hills!

Shadow: Bye Bard, enjoy your time with Tilda. I'm off for school work again. *runs off*

Bard: Shadow!