is that translation for we have already eloped

christ this child didnt learn the meaning of modesty
                               " yes, love. you’re just the cutest. “

don’t know if i was supposed to post this buuuut it’ll be on its waay ! ( someone better save us ) 

“I don’t know that for a fact…” He’s so tentative at what decisions he ought to make, and it isn’t often that he allows others to see the process of his thoughts. After all, indecision is weakness, and while he is alright with being deemed as accessible and approachable by his people, he refuses to come off as weak and flimsy. “Oh forget it. You already have your own realm to rule, you needn’t be burdened by thoughts of Dale as well." 

“And I understand that,” he tried to reason, a difficult thing to say when countered with the fact that he had just raised a weapon to their faces. Anyone would do the same. They were all fighting to survive now. Bard lowered his bow ever so slightly, his own breathing leveling off uneasily. The man was too cautious, too unwilling to trust, and it was evident in his actions now that spoke louder than any of the words he was spouting out. 

He grasped at his own beard with a peculiar expression, not seeing the fascination in any old man’s beard. It was sort of those situations. Where one tells you to smile so they can see you smile, a natural act that becomes weird under speculation. 
                                                         "And if I choose to say no?“

“Thank you,” Bard stated as he gazed upon the drink and pastries Bilbo brought to him.  He had heard hobbits were warm and inviting, but never knew it to be true until he walked upon these hills, past the borders where all the Hobbits gazed while skeptical, still nodded greetings upon the passing Man and child in tow. “I see you’ve settled well in your home again–?” He questioned, taking a sip of the cocoa in attempt not to scald his tongue. “How have you been? I never thought I’d have the chance to visit you in your home, Bilbo."  

He should be the one bringing her hot chocolate. A girl’s got to study, but he does not expect her to not have slept when he wakes up for work. “This is getting ridiculous. How do you function without an hour of sleep?" 

Her words didn’t sink in right now, they couldn’t sink in. He was halted on his own way of doing this, his own perspective, and Bard didn’t want no one else’s points or opinions, he was stuck. He was no leader, having floated to the back of the group, and he ignored everyone’s pointed expressions towards him whenever there were ‘discussions’, point of reference at what to do next. Finally, Sigrun decided to approach him when everyone else allowed him to ghost by uselessly. “And when is that one day going to come? Tomorrow? The day after? A year from today?" 

Bard wasn’t expecting this at all. A cup of hot chocolate like he’s a child, or so he felt like one with this treatment to him. That being said, he was cold, so he took the mug graciously and allowed it to warm his palms. “I– didn’t think Elves drank this,” he replied rather dumbly, flushing pink lightly at his blatant statement towards the Elvenking.