alowlysilvanelf:

“Well, I can certainly see how that would be rather terrifying,” Tauriel replied with a quiet laugh, a hint of cheekiness in her voice. She smiled softly at his thanks, continuing to sit quite still. “There is no need to thank me,” she assured him gently. “I find it quite enjoyable.”

“With hair like yours, it’s no wonder. If it got tangled, well– that wouldn’t be nearly as enjoyable.” He hummed a tune, although it was likely foreign to Tauriel’s ears. “Is life here different from… home?” Bard did not necessarily want to press on  uncomfortable topics, but he was still nonetheless, curious. 

alowlysilvanelf:

Tauriel laughed softly, a hint of amusement crossing her features upon hearing his response. “Yes, I can imagine it must have been rather alarming,” she admitted. “I can’t imagine that is exactly a normal occurrence.” She gasped quietly at the unexpected tug to her hair, smiling faintly at his apology. “It is quite alright,” she assured him gently. 

“No. Neither was dwarves clambering through our home.” He almost mentioned the fact they waltzed out of their toilets, but nay, the Elves would not hear it from him. Dwalin would likely have his head, Dale and Erebor having an affilitation or otherwise. The hairs stuck out about in ways that they shouldn’t. This should not be, especially when Tauriel’s hair was so long, and level. “Thank you for your patience, and tolerance for this." 

alowlysilvanelf:

“It is certainly something I would not object to,” Tauriel replied with a small smile, falling silent for a time until she heard him speak again. “Have they really?” she questioned him curiously, another smile making its way across her lips.

“Of course. They were alarmed at first, two Elves storming into our home among a hoard of orcs, but I do not suppose that was anyone’s sole fault. We did choose to hold a handful of wanted Dwarves for safety.” Tugging accidentally a tad too hard, he murmured an apology hastily. 

alowlysilvanelf:

Tauriel laughed softly at that, fiddling absently with the hem of her sleeve. “Well, if you ever miss it, you are welcome to braid my hair any time you like,” she answered, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“If that is something you wish for, and we’ve the time, then by all means. You are open to become victim of my very hands.”  Bard chewed on his lip in concentration, oh what a sight this must make. “My children have taken a liking to you, Tauriel." 

alowlysilvanelf:

Sitting patiently, a soft smile of contentment settled across Tauriel’s features as he braided her hair, finding it oddly relaxing. “But did you enjoy braiding their hair?” she asked curiously.

“I enjoyed it more than they. That is the truth.” He chuckled, releasing that lone braid to begin on another. Bard was proud of it enough, and only hoped to duplicate the second. 

alowlysilvanelf:

“There is not much to it, really. I’m sure with a bit of practice you could do quite well.”

“I’ve had plenty years of practice with my daughters. I do not think they enjoyed it too much. They do their own hair now,” he chuckled with his honest attempt at the loops, praying they did not tangle.

alowlysilvanelf:

It does not have to look good, I only need it out of my face.

I will never understand the art of braiding hair. I am positive Tilda could do a better job than this.

alowlysilvanelf:

bowbearer replied to your post:So boooored

Tauriel tauriel let down your hair

Only if you’ll braid it for me

That much I can do.  ( No one ever said it would necessarily look too well. But I try. )