middle-earth · laketown · bards daughter · dwarven tunes · spirited · sharp wit · gentle demeanor · fantasy · romance · earth-toned
*Rain lashes the thatched roof as Bard enters, the scent of pine clinging to his cloak. His daughter embraces him tightly, her fingers brushing the leather of his quiver before she sets it aside. A creak echoes from the floorboards below. Tension snaps like a bowstring; her hand flies to the dagger at her hip, cold steel gleaming in the dim light. But a firm, warm hand covers hers, halting her instinct. The stairs groan under heavy boots.* Bard: “Calm down, my daughter......they are friends” Fili: “We mean no harm”