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Family Time

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Eomer x OFC

Words: 1,161

Warnings: Pure family fluff

“Papa!  Mama! Come on! Get up!” The excited voice sounded from down the hall.  “Get up! Get up!  Get up!”

Eomer groaned, his arm wrapped around Lusca, not wanting to move, already feeling the chill of the room. “It’s too early.”

Light filtered into Lusca’s eyes, making her smile, although she made no effort to move.  “I hate to tell you this, but it is morning.”

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Glorfindel with kids

- When it comes to being a father, it’s something that Glorfindel has always wanted. Be it when Glorfindel was living in peace in Gondolin or while living in Imladris.

- So when he finally becomes a father and has children, be it multiple or one, Glorfindel is always over the moon and glowing with joy and happiness at all times no matter what they’re doing. 

- Even if they get into trouble he’s still mildly amused- as long as its not severe- and just over the moon with everything about them. 

- Glorfindel is incredibly involved with everything there is about his children, wanting to be there to help out with them from the moment they are born even well into their adulthood.

- When it comes to play with the little elflings, Glorfindel loves to keep them busy and be involved in their silly games.

- Happily playing pretend with them, or fun games like tag or hide and go seek. Always exaggerating his roles to get little giggles and excitement out of his children, as their laughter is his favorite. 

- Often does he take them outside to keep them busy and help release some energy and encouraging them to interact with the world around them.

- Glorfindel is also happy to have them go anywhere with him- that’s within reason of course. Giving them simple tasks for them to do, be it they carry papers for him or quills with him holding their freehand walking through the halls.

- He wants them to feel like they’re being helpful and included in his everyday routine- as well as show off how adorable his kids are.

- Glorfindel is quick to always mediate any fighting or arguing between siblings, calmly talking to each child and taking their feelings and the situation into consideration. Leaving them to coolly diffuse the issue at hand.

- At the end of a very busy day, Glorfindel is happy to be the one to put them down for bed. Either telling them grand tales or reading them a book as he holds them close to his chest.

- Until they finally fall asleep before he lays them down to tuck them into bed and join you for bed.

- Always looking forward to the next day to spend with them, as he can’t get enough of how amazing and wonderful his children are.

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Impulsive - Drabble

Pairing: Éomer x gender neutral! reader

Summary: Not wanting to tempt fate, you and Éomer had gotten married on the eve of battle. This conversation took place after the wedding night.

Warning: Slight suggestive theme.

A/N: I woke up this morning to many new followers - wow! Hello and thank you so much for your support!! Here's a super short and fluffy drabble to soothe your aching heart (and mine). But if you squint, this can be read as a prequel to 'Grief'. Enjoy! <3

"That was probably the most impulsive thing I've ever done in my entire life. Impulsive, yet the most wonderful."

Éomer looked at you with a smirk. "The sex?"

You slapped his arm playfully, which elicited a laugh from him.

"You daft. I meant our marriage. It has only been a few hours since we said our vows - don't make me regret it."

He held his hands up in mock surrender. "I was just jesting, my darling. Indeed I had not planned to marry you this... hurriedly, but I wouldn't have it any other way. You're the best thing that has happened to me and I'm glad that I can now call you my wife."

You rolled your eyes but smiled. "Flatterer."

"But I am your flatterer, am I not?" He kissed your forehead. "Now rest, my love, we have a long day tomorrow."

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Ghost of the Past

Pairing: Glorfindel x fem! reader

Summary: When Glorfindel was reborn, he discovered that his mortal wife had left him something behind

Warnings: Angst with a somewhat happy ending. Mention of character death.

A/N: I have a gazillion ideas for angsty/reunion fics that I think I'm going crazy. But I hope you're not traumatized by my writing yet - the next one will be light and fluffy I promise! And thank you so much for all your support! I did not expect someone would actually read my fics when I started this blog. Hope you enjoy this one <3

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Having lived a long life, Glorfindel thought nothing could surprise him anymore. But when the Valar brought him back to life after his fight with the Balrog... well he didn't know what to make of his rebirth and return to Middle Earth.

He should rejoice, he supposed, but he couldn't bring himself to. While his body had been made anew, the pain in his heart still lingered. The pain of losing you.

You were his wife and the Lady of the House of the Golden Flower, but you were also a daugther of Men. Gondolin had fallen more than a thousand years ago, which meant that even if you had survived, you would still be long dead.

His heart ached at very thought of you. When you were courting, you had discussed the future of your relationship and of your mortality, and he was prepared to face it. But the fact that he had died before you...

"Glorfindel," a voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

He turned to look at the intruder. "Cirdan."

"How are you faring?"

"Well, I suppose. Everything still feels so surreal, but I'll manage."

Cirdan nodded. "I'm glad to hear that. There is someone I'd like you to meet."

"Oh?" Glorfindel was curious, to say the least. Very few had known him from his time in Gondolin, and he thought he had met them all. Who else could it possibly be?

"Come with me."

He followed the Shipwright into a room with a large balcony overlooking the sea. Leaning against the railing with was a tall ellon clad in silver robe. Glorfindel didn't recognize him, but he found himself feeling strangely drawn to his presence.

"Who is he?"

Cirdan smiled to the other lord.

"That, my friend, is for you to find out yourself."

Before he could reply, the ellon turned to face them and bowed in greeting. "Lord Cirdan."

"Ah, there you are." Cirdan gestured at Glorfindel. "This is the guest that I mentioned. You might not know each other now, but I believe there are much for you two to talk about."

Cirdan sent a knowing smile at the two confused ellon and excused himself.

Glorfindel studied him for a while. The ellon had (e/c) eyes and bright, golden hair that matched his. His face looked oddly familiar, but Glorfindel couldn't put his finger on it. Could it be...? No, that's impossible.

"What is your name?"

The ellon bowed his head. "Laurion, my lord."

"Laurion," he echoed.

Laurion. His heart skipped a beat. You had once told him jokingly that if you were blessed with a son, you would name him Laurion, Golden Son, or Lauriel if you had a daugther. Both of you wished for children of your own, but such occurrence was rare especially for a union between Elf and Men, so he dared not hope.

"I... may I ask who your parents are?"

Laurion stared at him in surprise, certainly not expecting such question from a stranger he barely knew, but nodded anyway. There was something about this lord that made him feel comfortable.

"My mother was a mortal. Her name was (Y/N). She died many years past, during the end of the First Age. My father was a Lord of Gondolin. Glorfindel he was called, and he also died during the First Age, before I was born."

Hearing this, Glorfindel could no longer contain himself as he finally broke down, much to the concern to the other ellon.

"My lord? Are you alright?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he sobbed.

"My lord?"

"I should not have left your mother alone. I didn't know. I'm sorry," he weeped. He was overjoyed to discover that he had a son, yet his heart broke knowing that you had to endure everything alone.

"I- my mother? How did you know my mother?" Laurion was confused.

"I am-" Glorfindel let out a shaky breath. "I am your father, Laurion. I am the one they called Glorfindel."

Laurion went still.

"My... father? But- but how can this be? Everyone told me that my father died. Mother told me that he died," he whispered. Deep down he knew this ellon did not lie, but all of his life he had been told that his father was gone.

"They spoke the truth. I... I was dead, that is much true, but the Valar gave me another chance at life. I could not believe it myself, but here I am."

"Are you... are you truly my father?" Laurion had always wanted to meet his father, even if it was only in his dream, and now his father was right before him.

Glorfindel reached out a hand to wipe a tear from his son's face. "I am your father. I'm sorry that I couldn't be there for you. Will you ever forgive me?"

Laurion launched himself at his father and hugged him tightly. "There's nothing to forgive... father. You are here now. That is what matters. All shall be well."

They pulled away after a long while and Glorfindel took his son for a walk.

"You look so much like your mother, ionneg."

"Mother told me that I look like you, and I can see why now," Laurion grinned. "Can you... can you tell me more about her? About yourself and Gondolin? She told me, of course, but I would like to hear it from you."

Glorfindel beamed at his son.

"Of course! Now, where to begin? Ah, right. Your mother and I met in Gondolin. It was the beginning of spring. She had arrived in the city with the company of Tuor, and I fell in love with her the moment I laid my eyes on her..."

He spent the whole afternoon telling his son stories of you and your time in Gondolin. As he was recounting one of his tales, he could see your shadow from the corner of his eye, smiling at the two of them.

Be at peace, my love. All shall be well.

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How to Tell

by ttanner2448

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Grief

Pairing: Éomer x fem! reader

Summary: You and Éomer were betrothed, but when you discovered that you were dying from a poisoned wound, you decided leaving him would be best

Warning: Angst. Lots and lots of angst. Arguing. Stubborness. Bittersweet ending. Character death

A/N: Are you looking to torture yourself with a long, angsty fic? Then this is for you. I'm sorry folks, I just had to write this. Things had been really tough, and whenever I got depressed I would write sad stuff because my heart needs to be broken more. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

Pain. It was all you could feel after you woke up. You sat up with a groan, feeling as if your whole body was on fire.

"(Y/N)? Are you alright?"

You glanced at Aragorn, who were watching you from his spot by the bedside with a concerned expression.

"I'm fine, Aragorn. You need not worry about me."

He didn't look convinced however. "It's the pain again isn't it? Do you need more herbs to reduce the pain?"

You sighed. There was no point hiding it from him, he was the one who treated your wound afterall.

"It's alright, truly. I know there's no cure for this, so I might as well get used to it."

"You don't know that! Do not lose hope, (Y/N)."

"I would not lose hope if there was one to begin with. Even Lord Elrond could do nothing about it. I am simply being realistic." You argued.

"So you would rather bear the pain for the rest of your days? To have us watch you suffer?"

"What else can I do?"

He went silent for a while. "What about Éomer? Don't you think he deserve to know?"

It was your turn to fall silent. You and Éomer were courting before you left to join the fellowship. None of you knew for sure if you were going to meet again, so when he discovered that you were alive after the Battle of Helm's Deep, he asked for your hand in marriage and you vowed to remain by his side.

But that didn't last long. You had taken a poisoned arrow for him during the last battle, which weakened your body significantly despite all the efforts made to treat you. Unfortunately, the poison had spread and you didn't have long to live. Only Lord Elrond, Aragorn and Gandalf knew of your real condition.

"He doesn't need to know," you paused. "No, he cannot know. I will not let him be burdened by me."

"What are you going to do?"

"I need to leave."

Aragorn's eyes widened in disbelief. "Leave? Leave - surely you don't mean that?"

"Yes, Aragorn. I mean it," you said. "I do not regret saving him - I would gladly do it again in a heartbeat, but I also cannot let him live his life knowing the consequence of my action. He has just ascended the throne, and given my condition, I am no longer fit to be his wife."

"And what of the consequence, should you leave?" He asked quietly.

You closed your eyes, trying to keep your tears from spilling. It broke your heart to even consider this, and you knew it would break him too, but you decided it was for the best. You were dying. You loved him too much to let him suffer much worse than a broken promise.

"I would rather have him hate me, than for him to live with the grief of my passing."

"Even if that meant spending your life away from everyone who care about you?"

"Even then." By doing this, you thought you would also spare them from having to watch you pass away.

Aragorn finally relented. He wished you weren't so stubborn, that you wouldn't make such a painful decision alone. From what he knew of Éomer, he was certain the young king loved you just as much that he wouldn't leave you to face it all alone. Being one of your closest friends, however, Aragorn was fully aware that nothing he could do would sway you once you made up your mind.

He sighed. "Do you know where you will go?"

You shook your head. "Not yet. I admit this... is all too sudden, but I will find a way."

"Have you really thought about this? He needs you now more than ever."

"I have. And I need him too, but I have to do this for us."

He nodded. "You are in no condition to make a long trip. Go to Lossarnach. It is a safe and beautiful place not far from here. I will arrange everything. Will you at least say goodbye to the others?"

"Don't worry, I will."

"Very well. I do not condone this, (Y/N), but I will honor your wish. I hope you are right - that this is for the best."

"Thank you, Aragorn."

. . .

Éomer was furious. He did not understand why you would go, leaving nothing but a letter behind, after everything you had been through and after your vows. Did you not mean what you have said?

In the letter, you wrote that you wouldn't be able to fulfill your promise, that you were leaving and that you were sorry. No explanation, nothing.

He spent days racking his brain, trying to think what could possibly be the reason behind your departure. He knew you were wounded from the battle, having pushed him out of harm's way, and he had stayed in Gondor after Aragorn's coronation to accompany you while you were unconscious. But lately he had been busy with his duties as the new King of Rohan, and when he finally received the news of you regaining consciousness, you were already gone.

And it finally dawned on him - Aragorn must know something. So with a newfound hope, he sought out the other king.

As he stood before the entrance of the council room, he could hear voices from inside. He was about to turn to leave when he heard your name being mentioned, so he decided to linger.

"So she left just like that?" He knew that voice. Gimli.

"You read her letter, Master Dwarf." Aragorn said.

"Yes, yes but that didn't explain why she didn't say it to us directly!"

"She has her... difficulties."

"What is so difficult about saying goodbye to your own friends in person? Do we mean nothing at all to her? You better explain everything now, Aragorn, if you still see me as your companion."

Éomer found himself agreeing with the dwarf. But he would not reveal himself, not yet.

He heard Aragorn sigh.

"You put me in a tight spot, Gimli. You are a dear friend of mine, of course, but if I tell you then everything we have done would be in vain."

"Oh, so you play a part in her departure? I cannot believe this. Fine, if you're not going to tell then I will leave as well."

"Wait!" Aragorn exclaimed. "Very well. I will tell you, but for her sake please do keep this information to yourself."

"I'm listening."

"You know that she was wounded during the battle, right?" A pause. "Well, the arrow that pierced her was poisoned, and we were too late. The poison has entered her system and weakened her body, and there has been no cure to clear out the strange, deadly poison. I'm afraid she doesn't have much longer. She knew this. So she decided to spend the remainder of her days away, to spare us from having to watch her die."

"You mean to tell me (Y/N) is dying?? And you let her go, just like that?"

"Lower your voice, Gimli."

When Éomer heard this, his heart sank. He couldn't breathe. You were dying. You were dying because of him, and he had been oblivious, even accused you. He didn't care anymore as he barged into the room, surprising both Aragorn and Gimli.

"Where is she now?" He demanded.

Aragorn pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "You heard us."

Normally, Éomer would be ashamed of himself for eavesdropping. But right now, he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Yes, Aragorn, where is she now?" Gimli urged.

Aragorn sighed. "She is in Lossarnach, in Imloth Melui. I have assigned a handmaid and a healer to look after her." I'm sorry (Y/N).

With the speed of light, Éomer ran out of the room to ready his horse. By noon he was already galloping towards Lossarnach, his heart beating faster and he hoped he would find you before it was too late.

. . .

You let out a small smile as you painted the beautiful scenery before you. The sun was beginning to cascade, tracing the sky with warm hues of pink, blue and orange. Flowers of every kind and colour scattered around the hill, swaying lightly in the gentle breeze. It was serene, yet it did nothing to dull the pain in your body. You felt a pang in your heart as you thought about your friends, about him, and you put down your brush.

"My lady?" Your handmaid asked beside you.

"I'm done for the day."

She nodded, gathering your supplies and leading you back to your house. Aragorn had given you a nice place to live, and you couldn't thank him enough for his help despite not agreeing with your actions. You sighed.

"I would like to walk alone." Before she could protest, you added, "I shall not be far. I just wish to clear out my head."

"Very well, my lady."

You walked slowly across the hill and to the bridge that overlooked a waterfall. You gazed sadly towards the sky and closed your eyes. You could hear footsteps coming your way, but you paid them no heed.

"I believe you owe me an explanation."

You went still. You recognized the voice.

Slowly, you turned your body to look at the owner of the voice. If your heart hadn't been broken already, it would've shattered to pieces when you saw the hurt in his face. He must've known then.

"Éomer," you breathed.

He walked closer to you. "Do you think so little of me?"

"I'm sorry - I... I know I am being stubborn, childish even. But I need to do this."

"Then explain to me, why did you do this? To me, to your friends? Do we mean naught to you? Do I mean nothing?"

"You mean everything to me, Éomer. This is why I didn't want you know that I'm dying."

"I will find a cure. There must be something-"

"Éomer," you cut him off. "It's alright. Don't bother. I have made my peace with it."

"But I have not!" He snapped. "I'm sorry. I... I wish it would have been me instead and not you."

"This was my choice," you whispered sadly. "I do not regret it."

"Why didn't you tell me? Why do you have to do this? Why did you choose to leave?"

"You don't understand, Éomer. I'm dying. I cannot fulfill my duties as your wife, as your Queen. I cannot help you with your burdens, I cannot carry an heir for you. And I certainly cannot let you watch me die," your voice broke as you held back a sob. "The kingdom is recovering. They need you now more than ever, and they need a strong Queen to rule by your side. I am not she. And I even if I was, the people couldn't afford another loss. Not so soon." I don't want you to mourn for me.

"So you thought leaving was the best." He said quietly.

Your head bowed down. He moved swiftly to cup your face, wiping the lone tear that escaped your eye with his thumb.

"We did not go through so much for you to say that. You know that I love you for you, and I care not for all those things. If you could choose to save me, if you could choose to leave, then I can choose to stay and face it with you, no matter the consequences. Just - just let me take care of you. Please." His eyes were pleading. "I would rather spend my whole life missing you but knowing that you were surrounded with love and joy in your last moments, than to live in regret for letting you suffer alone."

"But what of the people? Rohan needs you, Rohan needs her Queen."

He took your hands in his. "You are already a Queen in their eyes, my love. The people love you, and they have choosen you. They remember everything you have done for them, for Rohan. They know that there will be no King of Rohan if it wasn't for you. You have done your duties, and they will expect nothing more from you. We will face everything with you, together."

"Then so be it."

. . .

You could feel your time was approaching near, but you were not afraid. As Éomer promised, you had spent the remainder of your days in bliss, surrounded by your loved ones.

You had returned to Minas Tirith before continuing your way to Edoras, your home. To your surprise, your friends understood why you did what you did even though it pained them, some even accompanied you in Edoras. And true to his word, the people accepted you regardless of your condition. Of course, you still helped whenever you could, and they took a great care of you. Everything was going well.

"Éomer?"

He hummed and pressed a kiss to your forehead as you both laid down on the bed. "Yes, darling?"

"Can you promise me one thing?"

"Anything for you, my love."

"Promise me that you will move on and be happy."

He looked down at you with sorrow. He was painfully aware of what was going on, and he tried his best to fight his tears. "I cannot."

"You told me you would do anything," you mumbled. Your eyelids grew heavy and breathing had become difficult, but you needed to hear it from him.

"I cannot lie to you, (Y/N). I will live well, this I can promise you. But there shall be no other, for you are the only one for me and it will remain so until we are reunited again. Will you... will you wait for me?"

"If there is another life beyond death, I will wait for you." You gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Éomer. For everything."

You pressed your lips to his for the last time.

And with that, you closed your eyes as your soul left your body, bringing his heart with you to the afterlife.

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Home

Pairing: Fingon x fem! reader

Summary: When Sauron was defeated, you sailed West to be reunited with your family

Warning: Slight angst, brief mention of character deaths (canon)

A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you for your support on my last fic. Fingon is another favourite character of mine, after Éomer, and again there aren't enough fics of him. I originally planned to make this as a series but I haven't got the time, so I decided to cut things short and focus on the happier side (the series was supposed to be angsty and this was supposed to be the epilogue). Hope you enjoy!

Elenwen was what they called you. Star-Maiden. A maiar of Varda, warden of the stars and guardian of the light.

You were one the first maiar to journey to Middle Earth, along with Melian. Given your powers, you were tasked to keep the growing darkness at bay. But just like her, you had met and fallen in love with an elven king.

Fingon was your husband, and you ruled beside him in Hithlum as High Queen of the Noldor. Eldarian, Elven-Queen, was how your people adressed you. Together you had a child, Ereinion or Gil-Galad, who succeeded his father after his death.

You loved them both dearly, and the grief of losing your husband and son pained you so that you almost faded, but you couldn't go. Not yet. There was a task needed to be done, what you were sent here for in the first place. You knew they were waiting for you in Valinor, and it gave you strength. So you vowed to protect the free people of Middle Earth and to see the dark forces destroyed before you rest. Thus you became a living legend known as the Swift Blade, a formidable warrior of mysterious origin who brought terrors upon the enemy with each stroke of your blade.

Regardless, not many in Middle Earth were aware of your existence nor did they possess the knowledge that you were one, same person. Only people like Gandalf, Cirdan, Elrond and Galadriel were counted amongst the few. You had assisted the company of Thorin Oakenshield in their quest to reclaim their homeland, you were even a part of the Fellowship of the Ring, but none knew who you truly were. To your companions, you were simply (Y/N). It wasn't until the ring was destroyed and Sauron was defeated that the fellowship learned of your identity, of your wish to sail West.

To say they were surprised is an understatement, but they understood why you did so. During the quest, you had grown close with each member, even with your mysterious nature, and they saw you as a mentor or motherly figure. They valued your strength, your wisdom, and most importantly your compassion. Nevertheless, some still tried to convince you to stay longer, particularly Merry and Pippin, but your heart was set. It was time, and you had been waiting for too long.

And so your time in Middle Earth came to an end. Your companions, your friends, all came to bid you farewell. You were sad to leave, but you knew that they would lead a happy and fulfilling life, which gave you comfort. With one last look at your friends, you boarded the ship that would take you home.

. . .

Valinor was almost exactly the same as you remembered. The same beauty and joy radiated off the land, despite what happened thousands of years back. You watched as elves got off the ship and be reunited with their loved ones, a small smile plastered on your face. You could feel your heart beat faster as you scanned the crowd, trying to look for certain dark-haired ellons. In the distance, you spotted Celebrian, who immediately ran to Elrond and Galadriel as soon as they were in her sight, and you felt happy for them. Galadriel was your husband's cousin and one of your closest friends in Middle Earth, and Elrond was like a son to you.

As the crowd began to disperse, your heart sank. Where are they? You didn't want to think about the possibility that they might've forgotten you, or worse, that they were never reborn. No, that wouldn't happen.

"Ammë!"

You whirled your head towards the direction of the voice and saw your son standing there, beaming at you.

"Ammë," he said again, running towards you and hugged you tightly. "Ammë, how we miss you terribly so!"

You returned the hug equally as strong. All of your worries from earlier melted away and the two of you stayed that way for a while before you pulled away to take a good look of his face. He had not changed since the last time you saw him. You had imagined this moment over and over again, yet now everything felt so surreal to you.

"Oh Ereinion, my son! You are here, you are real," you said while cupping his face. "Have you been well? I have missed you and your father as well. Tell me, where is he?"

Gil-Galad grinned wider and took your hands.

"I have never been better now that you are here, Ammë. Come with me."

He led you to a flower-covered meadow, and you saw a figure clad in deep blue and golden robes in the middle. Even with his back to you, even after all these years, you could easily tell who he was. Fingon. Your husband.

"I shall leave you two be."

You nodded to your son before slowly walking towards your husband. Upon hearing your footsteps, Fingon turned to you, eyes widened before closing the distance between you and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, wrapping you in his strong arms.

"My love, my light, my star," he whispered to your hair. You could feel your hair dampen as he weep, and you tightened your grip as you felt your own tears rolled down your face. The two of you stayed in that position for a long while, each reluctant to let go as you both feared the other would disappear if you did.

When you finally pulled away, you barely had a moment to breathe before he pressed his lips to yours, pouring a millenia's worth of longing and despair into the kiss.

"You are here," he whispered, breaking the kiss. "You are real."

You smiled, remembering that you had said the exact same words to your son earlier. "I am here, my love. I am back," you reassured.

"We waited for you. Here. Everyday." He gestured at the surroundings. "We waited for your return, and here you are."

You gazed around, and only then did it register to you that the meadow looked incredibly familiar. Fingon took notice as you dawned in realization and smiled.

"This is a reminder of our home in Hithlum. Lady Varda gifted me this land, and with the help of Lady Yavanna we made it to look like our meadow, the one we had in Hithlum. Do you remember?"

"I remember," you said gently. Of course you did. Back in Hithlum, the meadow was your favourite spot. It was where Fingon had asked for your hand, and it was where Gil-Galad learned to walk for the first time, among many other fond memories.

"I am sorry."

"Whatever for, my love?"

He looked down and closed his eyes. "I am sorry for leaving you and our son behind, for bringing you such grief. I am sorry that you had to endure everything alone, and that I could not be there for you. I am sorry."

Your expression soften as you caressed his face.

"It is not your fault, my love. We are together now, aren't we? That's all that matters. We have an eternity to make up for the lost time."

"That we do."

He kissed your forehead and extended his arm to you.

"Come my love, I believe our son is waiting for us."

There were still many things to be said, many things to be done, but you would have time for those. Now, you wanted nothing more than to spend time with your family.

You were finally home.

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Braids

Pairing: Éomer x female! reader

Summary: When your daugther asked him to braid her hair, Éomer turned to you for help

Warning: None

A/N: Hello and well met! This is my very first Tolkien fanfiction and I'm really excited to share it with you. I have been a reader for so long I thought I would start writing my own fics, especially because there aren't enough fics with my favourite characters to sate me. Hope you like it!

Today was one of those rare days where you could spend some time to yourself without being constantly disrupted by your duties. You were a Queen, a wife and a mother, which meant you were busier than most.

Éomer had insisted that you take a day off, not wanting you to overwork yourself and get sick again. You disagreed at first, saying there were too many things to be done, but he told you everything had been taken care of and promised to look after your daughter for the rest of the day.

So here you were, sitting before your vanity and brushing your hair after spending almost the entire morning relaxing at the tub. You let out a hum as you closed your eyes, feeling content.

"Hey darling, can I borrow your hair?"

You snapped your eyes open and turned to see your husband standing at the door with a sheepish expression. "I'm sorry, I did not mean to startle you."

You raised your eyebrow. "What do you mean, borrow my hair?"

He closed the door behind him and moved closer to you.

"Elfwyn asked me if I could braid her hair, and I hate that I was unable to do so properly. So I would very much like to practice on your hair, if you would allow me."

You smiled when he mentioned your four-year-old daughter. She was the spitting image of her father, but she had your beautiful (e/c) eyes.

"Where is she now?" I thought you said you would look after her the whole day?

He didn't miss the questioning look you gave him as he sat down on the bed, feeling a little guilty.

"Yes, well, Éowyn is with her. As soon as our daughter saw her aunt, she ditched me, her own father, for her." He sighed dramatically.

"Éowyn?" You asked in surprise.

He nodded. "They are here."

You laughed before joining him to sit on the bed next to him. "Can you blame her? The last time Éowyn and Faramir came to visit was well over a year ago, so she must've missed her dearly. We all do."

Éomer placed his head on your lap and fake-pouted a little. "I suppose you are right. Although it pains me still, knowing that my only child left me just to slid into the embrace of another."

You rolled your eyes at his antics and smiled. Such a drama queen. "We all know you are her favourite, Éomer. Besides, that another is your sister. Speaking of her, how come have I not seen them? I knew they were coming, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. When did they arrive?"

"They arrived just this morning, right when I was attempting to braid our daughter's hair. Do you want to meet them?"

"Of course. But before that, would you like me to teach you how to braid hair?" You offered, remembering your conversation earlier.

He sat back up with a grin on his face.

"I would like that very much, my love."

You nodded and gestured him to sit in your vanity. Patiently, you showed him some braiding techniques you thought were beautiful yet simple enough and instructed him to copy your movements on the other side of your hair.

It took him quite a while to get it right - not too loose nor too tight - without tugging on your hair, but you didn't mind. The fact that he was willing to learn for your daughter made your heart swell with joy.

"Not bad. Not bad at all." You complimented as you watched him finally tie the end of the braid.

He stepped back to examine his work and beamed at your comment. "Well, I have a wonderful teacher."

"And you are not a bad student yourself," you teased. "You are welcome to practice on my hair anytime, my love."

"I would be honoured, my Queen." He reached out a hand to you. "Now, shall we go to greet my sister and her husband?"

With a smile, you took his hand and you walked out of your chambers together. "Lead the way, my King."

. . .

"(Y/N)!" Éowyn exclaimed as she embraced you. "I have missed you! How have you been?"

"I am well. It's nice to see you Éowyn. You too Faramir." You greeted your sister and brother-in-law.

Faramir bowed in acknowledgement and smiled. "It's been far too long."

"Indeed." Éomer said while holding Elfwyn in his arms. Your little girl was playing with her aunt and uncle when you spotted them, and she immediately ran to her father. You had given him the I told you so look.

"You wear your hair differently now." Éowyn mused as she took notice of your hair.

"This is the first time." You gestured at your husband. "Éomer did it for me."

"My brother?" She turned to look at him. "Why do I find it impossible to believe?"

"Trust me, I did not expect it either when he came into our room earlier, asking to 'borrow my hair'."

Éowyn snorted. Faramir just shook his head and laughed.

Éomer rolled his eyes at his sister.

"I just wanted practice the art of braiding for Elfwyn." He turned to his daughter. "So what do you think, princess? Do you like mama's hair?"

Elfwyn nodded enthusiastically. "Yes papa! Can you please do mine as you did her's?"

"Of course, my princess. It will be better this time, I promise." He said, putting your daughter back down and kneeling beside her.

The three of you stood in amusement as you watch Éomer braid his daughter's hair. Although the result wasn't perfect, Elfwyn wore it with pride and even refused to take it off before bed, much to Éomer's delight.

It became a small tradition many years after, that Éomer would braid your daughter's hair every morning he wasn't busy. Naturally, his skills improved over the years and he was able to do more intricate designs. Sometimes you would ask if he could braid yours as well, to which he happily obliged. He was also the one who braided Elfwyn's hair on her wedding day, and it was definitely something you three cherished until the end of your days.

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I’ll tell you, it’s not an easy task drawing 13 noses like those, let alone all that facial hair 😆

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LOTR/TH Characters Interrupting Your Zoom Classes [Legolas, Aragorn, Kili]

A.N: so this has been on my mind FOREVER and I just needed to get it out. Also I’m from the US and I’m not sure exactly how other countries are handling corona and online classes so I’m sorry this is not what it is like for you.

(not all gifs are mine)

LEGOLAS

(Y/N) was up extremely early for her 8am class. Her hair was in a messy bun with loose strands hanging out in an unkempt manner. Her eyes felt heavy, the dark circles clearly showing up on the camera as she sat at her desk sipping on a dwindling cup of hot tea. Her professor/teacher droned on and on about a topic that she was too tired to understand, yet she still continued to scribble down incomprehensible notes.

Suddenly, she felt large muscular arms wrap around her from behind. A soft kiss was planted on her cheek as long blonde strands fell around her face.

“Good Morning, meleth nin (my love).” A gentle voice whispered against her skin.

A soft smile pulled at (Y/N)’s lips as she hummed in response. The contact of Legolas’s bare chest warmed her form and initiated feelings of security and love.

“Why are you up so early? You need rest, you have been up late into the night for the past week,” he muttered.

(Y/N) sighed not realizing that the sounds of the lecture faltered, “I have class, remember?”

“Of course I remember. I just wish for you to take of yourself.”

Legolas’s arms regrettably slipped from her body as he stood up straight once again. “Here, let me make you more tea.”

The elf carefully reached across the young woman and grasped onto the nearly empty mug before exiting the room.

“(Y/N)? Care to keep your shirtless boyfriend out of the screen?” The professor/teacher called out in a teasing tone.

A handful of laughs and giggles echoed through her computer at the professor’s comment. (Y/N) could feel her cheeks heat and turn bright red for she had completely forgotten her camera was on....thank god that she had been muted! With wide eyes she quickly scanned the tiny screens of her classmates—all expressing surprise, shock, and disbelief.

“Who knew (Y/N) had a boyfriend who looks like he was chiseled by Michelangelo himself!” One of preppy girls called out.

Another responded. “Yeah! (Y/N), where do you find him?! Hmhmm...he is sexyyyy!”

The young woman covered her face in embarrassment as more laughs and comments echoed through the laptop speakers.

Deciding to face the music and provide some sort of explanation, (Y/N) unmuted her microphone. “I’m so sorry, Professor! I completely forgot my camera was on! It won’t happen again.”

ARAGORN

(Y/N) groaned in frustration as she squinted at the math equation on her professor’s screen.

Fucking hell....what do these symbols even mean?

She sighed as her mind began to wander. It was extremely late—why she decided to select a night math class was beyond her comprehension. Simply put: she had regrets. Week after week she endured countless hours of equations and numbers. It was draining really. All she wished for was to be back in Aragorn’s arms, but alas he was off killing orcs that somehow also made it into her world. He had been gone for about a week and, quite frankly, she was starting to worry.

Her long stretch of zoning out was soon interrupted by a handful of screams and shrieks coming form her laptop speakers.

“(Y/N)! BEHIND YOU!”

“TURN AROUND!”

“(Y/N)! RUN!”

The young women whipped her body to see what was so concerning behind her only to land eyes on her boyfriend—holding his hunting knives and covered in blood and grim.

“Aragorn!” She called out, instantly standing up and running to him.

She leaped into his arms, not caring that he was disgustingly dirty. He easily caught her. The Ranger smirked, “Who did you think I was? A killer?”

She rolled her eyes before squeezing him tighter.

He planted a soft kiss against her forehead before letting her feet touch the ground once more.

Aragorn then frowned when he heard confused shrieks and comments coming from the mysterious device. He took a couple steps forwards, squinting in attempt to figure out just what these tiny people on the screen were doing.

“Oh shit, Aragorn...just...just....hold on.”

(Y/N) rushed forward and pushed herself in front of her boyfriend. Quickly, she unmuted herself. “Sorry!! That’s my boyfriend! He just got back from....a...a hunting trip!”

Silence hung in the air as her classmates and professed starred completely and utterly speechless.

The pressure of the lack of response pushed her to continue speaking, “He’s uh...he um...hunts deer...he’s a part of the wildlife service....”

Her professor was the first to speak. “Oh...uh....okay. Next time, uh just warn us?” He stated weakly.

“Yeah....yeah...sorry...”

KILI

(Y/N) spoke in response to her professor’s question on zoom, “Well, I suppose.....if you are thinking about it analytically—“

She was interrupted by the sound of Kili’s voice from the bathroom, “(Y/N)! (Y/N)?”

The young woman’s voice faltered but she ignored his calls and continued to answer her teacher, “—that um, if you—“

“(Y/N)!”

She whipped her head around only to be met with the sight of her boyfriend wearing only a towel upon his waist—in clear view for her entire class to see. His abs rippled slightly as he moved and his biceps showed off his strength.

“Are you coming to shower?” The muscular dwarf question seductively.

“KILI!” She hollered in embarrassment.

“What!?” He said defensively.

“I’m in class!”

He shrugged and stepped forward, “So what? Just leave.”

“Kili! They can hear you...and see you.”

The dwarf’s brown eyes widened and he took a step closer to examine the screen, “They can what?”

“Kili! Get OUT!” (Y/N) called while shoving him away from the camera.

She turned back to her class, cheeks red as a cherry.

“I....I....I’m so sorry about that I just....I....”

A little giggle erupted from one of the girl’s in her class, “Hey at least he’s hot! Does...does he happen to have a brother?”

(Y/N) slapped her hand against her forehead. Not only did Kili embarrass her in front of her entire class and Professor, but now people were curious.

Great....Just Great....

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The Delectableness of Grasshoppers (Maedhros x Reader)

Words: 800

Tags: Fluff, pregnant!Reader, pre!Silmarils 

One of your sons has an affinity for bugs. The other likes putting things in his mouth. 

Requested by: Anon

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Darling, I’m right here - Eomer x reader

Hi!! I LOVE your Éomer fic. I was wondering if I could request another Éomer fic with the prompts 18 and 37? Thank you so much in advance! ❤

Thanks @elessandre​ ! 

One Eomer imagine, coming right up!

18. “Please, tell me this is a joke. This is a trick, right?” 37. “I can’t imagine my life without you.” “Please don’t.”

Type: Imagine Pairing: Eomer x reader Summary: when Y/N catches a drunk Eomer doing something he shouldn’t, her heart is broken  Warnings: sadness, kinda angsty, vomiting, ‘shit’, ‘dick’. Also, I’ve never drunk and subsequently never had a hangover before, so … sorry for my probably bad descriptions. Word Count: 

A/N - the title is from a song called ‘Butterfly’s Repose’.

It was a joyous night in Rohan, with dancing Hobbits on the tables, an Elf and a Dwarf somewhere having a drinking game (Y/N watching from Eomer’s side with amusement) and the return of Aragorn. 

Y/N had, indeed, stayed by the Captain of the Rohirrim all night, letting him give her drink after drink as they both danced, laughing loudly.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised suddenly, disappearing off to who knows where. Y/N shrugged, picking up a conversation with Eowyn, who seemed to be quite enamoured with Aragorn.

After fifteen minutes passed, and Y/N still didn’t know where Eomer had gone, so she excused herself, looking for the attractive man.

Of course, that was how Y/N felt about Eomer. Attracted to him. He was kind and funny, strong and stern, one of the best warriors she knew, and a total softie, all at once. 

There’d been several inexplicable moments where Y/N and Eomer had stared at each other with no sound but each other’s beating hearts, the space between them at once agonisingly far and strangely close. Y/N had always been the first to break eye contact with a deep flush spreading across her s/c cheeks, looking at the floor with a wide grin.

And tonight, with the help of a lot of alcohol, Y/N planned to confess how her racing heart had made her feel, how much she admired, and, truth to be told, loved Eomer. She was going to tell him.

It was difficult for the (height) girl to push her way through the masses of drunkenly staggering people and look for Eomer at the same time, but eventually she could see the long blond hair with a strands of brown, and she made her way towards him. 

His back was turned to her, and as Y/N edged around to try and approach him from the front, she saw something that she hadn’t seen from behind, and couldn’t stop a pained whimper slipping from her lips.

Eomer’s arms were wrapped around the waist of a h/c girl, and he was kissing her as though she gave him life.

I was such a fool, Y/N stared, shocked. Such an idiot to believe any of those ‘moments’ really mattered.

She couldn’t bring herself to just stare at the two anymore - it made her sick to her stomach, and a raging fire of jealousy and pain swelled within her.

“Please, tell me this is a joke. This is a trick, right?” Y/N had meant for the words to come out more powerfully, stronger, angrier, but instead her voice cracked and pain seeped through every broken word. 

The girl ripped herself away from Eomer, blinking rapidly and glancing at Y/N with a guilty side-look. When the mystery kisser took in the other h/c girl, she looked back to Eomer, shaking her head and slipping back into the drunken crowd. 

Eomer himself swallowed, staring at Y/N with a confused kind of drunkenness, guilt and happiness and love and impartiality all in one gaze. “Y/N, I-”

“No, go and be with … that was Leowena, wasn’t it?” Y/N swiped her eyes furiously, resolving not to waste any more of her shattered heart on him. “Go and be happy. I was stupid to think anything we ‘shared’ really mattered.”

 It looked like Eomer was about to protest again, but Y/N held up one of her hands, barely composing herself.

“No. You’re drunk right now. Go home, go sleep it off, and then you can be with her. I-I don’t care.” Y/N’s voice cracked on the last lie. 

He swayed slightly, and before he could reach out again, Y/N turned and disappeared, running to anywhere where she didn’t have to face him, didn’t have to show him how hurt she was.

Because even as she ran, she left a trail of salty droplets on the stone floor, and her soft cries echoed off the walls.

—

Y/N vomited again, retching until some liquidy mess that was mostly ale came up into the bucket before her. She wiped her mouth with a rag, a disgusted look on her face as she shoved the sick out of her sight.

Blinding pain made the pale morning sun’s rays on the floor seem like staring straight into the sun itself. Y/N squinted, falling backwards onto her bed with a groan.

Her memories of the celebration itself were fuzzy, but as she sat up and held her head in her hands, it began to swim back to her, along with a pain very different from her hangover headache.

“What a mess.”

Y/N looked up, wincing at the loud voice (that probably wasn’t at all so but it sounded like screaming to her), and felt a pang when she saw long blonde hair. Then, she cursed herself for being so obsessed, realising that it was, in fact, Eowyn.

“You think?” Y/N moaned. “I drank way too much last night. I feel like shit.”

“Did it go well, at least?” Eowyn asked, her  perpetual cheerfulness now toned down as she recognised the hell of a hangover Y/N was suffering through.

“Did what go well?” Y/N asked, her words muffled as she resolved to lie back down with a wet cloth over her face.

“You know what I mean.” The hungover girl could practically hear the blonde rolling her eyes. “You and my brother. He’s literally smitten with you - I assume that’s why you ditched me.”

 “Oh.” Y/N’s voice was suddenly very small. In her mind, she saw Eomer and the other h/c girl, kissing, hands everywhere, and she squeezed her eyes closed. “No, it didn’t.”

“Oh, Bema (basically God for the Rohirrim),” Eowyn growled. “He is such a dick.”

“No, Eowyn, he- he wants to be happy. I want him to be happy too. If that h/c girl gives him what he wants … then we are both satisfied.”

“That’s a load of shit, Y/N,” Eowyn retorted. “You and I both know that you and Eomer are head over heels in love with each other. You need to stop being so selfless and spouting this crap and tell him that he hurt you! And what’s this about a h/c girl?” 

Y/N told Eowyn the full story, and was shocked when she began to laugh, slowly and kinda sadly, but still her usual clear laugh nonetheless.

“Y/N … Lowena looks pretty similar to you. Eomer probably thought you weren’t reciprocating his feelings because I know that when you have a crush you can get cold because you’re confused.” Y/N winced at Eowyn’s accurate analysis, but motioned for her to continue. “He was kissing her because she reminded him of you. He wanted to know what it was like to kiss you.”

Y/N remembered how Leowena, a normally kind girl, had pulled away from Eomer, shaking her head. “Oh. But that doesn’t make any of this-”

“Right, I know,” Eowyn sat next to Y/N pulling her up into a cross-legged position. “Which is exactly why you should go and tell him that.” 

Y/N squinted at Eowyn. “You’re too damn psychologically talented for your own good.”

Eowyn shooed her out of bed, telling her Eomer was likely to be ‘sulking’ outside. 

She was right - as the wind pulled at Y/N’s dress and h/l hair, she found the large silhouette standing, silhouetted against the far-too-bright sun. He was sitting on some rock, curled in on himself in an unusual display of frailty. 

As she crept closer, she heard a single soft sniffle, instantly muffled as he rocked slowly back and forth. 

Y/N sat next to him without a word, following his gaze to the rolling green grasses of the Rohirrim lands.

“I was drunk,” he began quietly, without any greeting. But somehow, it was as good a start as any. “I was drunk, and I was the saddest I’d ever been.”

“When you left me to go-” Y/N cut herself off. “To- to go get drinks, you seemed happy.”

“Drunk me isn’t like drunk you,” Eomer said. “Drunk me thinks about every truth I’ve hidden from myself. And I was looking at this absolutely beautiful girl I was dancing with, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling when you did - and I thought to myself…” at this, he smiled sadly. “I thought: ‘I just had to fall for the one who wouldn’t like me back’.”

“And Lowena?” Y/N was determined to get the whole truth out of him.

Eomer confirmed what his sister had been saying. “She looks like you, Y/N. I saw her … and then I saw you instead of her. And I don’t know what happened, but I kissed her.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, looking to the side at Eomer, who, sometime during his explanation had let a tear fall down his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” his voice cracked on her name. “You don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

Y/N stared at him for a couple seconds, taking in everything that he was, and she reached out to squeeze his hand. “I think I can forgive you.”

“You can?”

“I can’t imagine my life without you.” Y/N smiled, and it was finally a happy one instead of sadness seeping through it. 

“Please don’t.” The words were barely a whisper.

Y/N leaned into him, resting her head on Eomer’s shoulder. He pulled her closer and let his arm around her shoulders, turning his head to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I could never replace you,” he admitted. 

“Good thing you don’t have to.” 

Slowly, hesitantly, but surely, she pressed her lips to his, in a soft, sweet kiss.

A promise.

Darling, I’m right here.

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