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shirefantasies · 10 months ago

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Hi there! I saw your LotR imagine about an animal companion and thought it was adorable!! Could you do one but with a cat instead? It could either be a normal sized cat or a big one, your choice! I just love cats! Hope you have a good day today!

Heck yeah! I’m more of a cat person too so this resonates with me far more than the other 😆 dude, I'm so sorry this took so long but I hope you like it Liv 🖤

The Fellowship With Your Feline Companion

Aragorn

✧ It does not escape you the way he raises his eyebrows upon first seeing the cat perched upon your shoulder.

✧ But you misunderstand him- Aragorn is well used to forming deep bonds with animals, his just happen to be with horses and all he’s thinking is what a surprise it is you got the cat to stay.

✧ Never will you forget his expression of polite, stoic surprise the first time your cat clambers onto him and settles there and the subsequent smile you share.

✧ You often catch him whispering in Elvish to your cat. Even if you cannot understand the words, they seem to have a calming effect.

✧ “All lives are valuable. Even the smallest ones.”

Legolas

✧ “And who is this?” Legolas asks upon meeting you, dark eyes glinting with mirth as they fix upon your cat, who currently perches upon your shoulder.

✧ Reticent as your companion tends to remain, the kind hands of the elven prince bring forth purrs and soft eyes of peace easily.

✧ Legolas takes to borrowing your companion for trips up the trees. Sometimes they return with a casualty, your cat having claimed a bird as prey on the climbing and scouting trip.

✧ Quite impressed is the woodland prince with the way you developed an archery method with a cat upon your shoulder. Perhaps he may even have to try it!

✧ Always refers to the cat as ‘your guardian’ as if you are not the one providing feed and care! You frequently tease each other about who owns who in the relationship.

Boromir

✧ "And the cat is going with you?" You did not appreciate his teasing skepticism. "Yes," you answered, tone hard, "Take it or leave it. You want me on this journey, you get him."

✧ He tries. Boromir tries to break through your layers of frost, but no success. At least not until the night your feline companion clambers off of the log by your side and onto his lap, accepting the shred of meat he is offered. The man sighs as your beloved cat tears in. "He is so small. So innocent in all of this. I simply do not want to see him hurt. You understand that, right?"

✧ After that, you notice Boromir’s efforts. The nest he built your companion to sleep in and the way he stands right at its side every night watch.

✧ Boromir is absolutely the type to pout when he calls or beckons to him and your cat completely ignores him, prompting you to burst out laughing every time.

✧ Sometimes he is a bit rough when he makes to pet or scratch your cat, prompting you to take and guide his hand in gently stroking him.

Gimli

✧ "Does he bite?" The dwarf asked, cautiously extending a hand. "Not unless I tell her to," you subtly corrected.

✧ It becomes a bit of a joke between you and Gimli- any time he gives you some sort of hassle, you jokingly threaten to sic your beast upon him even if she’s just sitting there purring in your lap.

✧ Picks pieces of meat from fireside suppers, selecting them as carefully as a royal beefeater for his queen and smiling with great pleasure when they are enjoyed.

✧ Insists that beside you, he is your cat’s favorite. Bickers with Legolas for this position more often than you’d have expected.

✧ Gimli has a field day when he, upon taking off his helmet, discovers your cat wedged inside curled up tightly. “Well, I suppose I go now into battle with no helmet. If I’m struck atop the head, remember me, cat!” He says this all as if he is not grinning ear to ear.

Frodo

✧ “You remind me of Strider,” he tells you early in your journey together, “One with nature as you are. Though I must say you carry a much fairer presence.”

✧ Your cat has never shown such maternal instinct as when Frodo joins her life. The weight of the ring suffocates him, but the touch of fur is just as grounding, her weight upon his lap a welcome one that brings reality back before his eyes.

✧ She even saves his life at one point, leaping onto him right before the ring could slide onto his finger.

✧ You find yourself gravitating toward Frodo’s side more and more, smiling at the way his fingers instinctually tangle in the soft fur upon your shoulder.

✧ Frodo is the only one your cat allows to pick up and hold her except for you.

Sam

✧ “Are you a wizard like Gandalf?” Pure amusement and endearment overtook your neutral expression, shattering it in favor of a smile at the hobbit, who himself looked a combination of awed and frightened. “It’s because of the black cat, isn’t it?”

✧ Insistent as you are that your cat is not some fabled familiar or enchantment, Samwise still addresses your second half with nothing short of reverence. Perhaps even a title.

✧ Absolutely delighted to make tiny plates of whatever you guys eat or just for giblets to give the newest quest member.

✧ Knowing as much as he does about plants, Sam is able to identify, harvest, and dry some catnip to put in a little tear of fabric. Suffice it to say he really has a friend after that!

✧ “You know,” Sam remarks one night by the fire as you lay side by side, his hand gently stroking your feline companion’s fur, “It’s nice. Having a comfort like this. Almost like you’ve brought a piece of home. Then again, you are home to each other, aren’t you?” “We are indeed,” you agree with a soft smile.

Merry

✧ Having a hobbit pull a little sword on you was certainly not on your day's itinerary. "Well, you are just full of surprises, aren't you?" You quipped. "I could say the same to you," the golden-haired hobbit replied, nodding his curly head toward the cat winding between your booted feet.

✧ Once you are recognized as friend rather than foe, Merry wants to know hear the story behind your becoming a duo, sitting next to you at the fire and listening intently, eyes remaining fixed upon yours.

✧ “So you were nothing more than a baby?” Merry leans on his folded arms, addressing your cat as if expecting an answer. “Just a stray? And look at you now! Big and strong. You had someone to take good care of you.”

✧ “Forgive me for asking this,” the hobbit inquires one day with a tug upon your cloak, “But how do you fight? With, you know…” “I’m an archer,” you chuckle, “We stay as far away as we can help and keep to our very specific shoulders. It can be a little clumsy sometimes, but I do alright. Haven’t died yet.”

✧ Rustling at your side is not an uncommon thing for you to wake to- rustling accompanied, of course, by the sight of Merry scooting his bedroll closer across the dirt until his hand can reach your beloved pet.

Pippin

✧ "Whoa!" The sudden emergence of your cat's head from beneath the folds of your cloak startles the hobbit, who stumbles back a bit. "You know you've got a-" "Cat on my shoulder? As a matter of fact, I do," you answer with a grin.

✧ Happily takes over keeping your companion entertained, trying different methods of play like dragging sticks and dangling leaves to jump for.

✧ One day you catch Pippin fixing you with an odd sort of stare, tilting your head as you stroke your cat’s. Is he…jealous? Needlessly to say, later that night you find yourself running your fingers through curly hobbit hair instead.

✧ “Can I sleep with you? I- I mean the cat, by the-” “Of course you can, Pippin,” you just giggle.

✧ Tries his best to quit smoking around his little friend, ducking away and even sometimes flying up from his seat when he realizes his pipe’s curling product may be drifting the cat’s way.

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sillylotrpolls · 1 year ago

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(Relevant text below the poll)

Inspired by this post by @roselightfairy and replies by @herrhasen, @enide-s-dear, @unnamedelement, @dragonfirez, and @carlandrea.

If you'd like to refresh your memory of the Fellowship at its bitchiest (and Boromir at his best), the relevant text is below the cut.

Excerpted from The Fellowship of the Ring, Book II, Chapter 3: The Ring Goes South

Gimli looked up and shook his head. 'Caradhras has not forgiven us.' he said. 'He has more snow yet to fling at us, if we go on. The sooner we go back and down the better.'

To this all agreed, but their retreat was now difficult. It might well prove impossible. Only a few paces from the ashes of their fire the snow lay many feet deep, higher than the heads of the hobbits; in places it had been scooped and piled by the wind into great drifts against the cliff.

'If Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you,' said Legolas. The storm had troubled him little, and he alone of the Company remained still light of heart.

'If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save us,' answered Gandalf. 'But I must have something to work on. I cannot burn snow.'

'Well,' said Boromir, 'when heads are at a loss bodies must serve, as we say in my country. The strongest of us must seek a way. See! Though all is now snow-clad, our path, as we came up, turned about that shoulder of rock down yonder. It was there that the snow first began to burden us. If we could reach that point, maybe it would prove easier beyond. It is no more than a furlong off, I guess.'

'Then let us force a path thither, you and I!' said Aragorn.

Aragorn was the tallest of the Company, but Boromir, little less in height, was broader and heavier in build. He led the way, and Aragorn followed him. Slowly they moved off, and were soon toiling heavily. In places the snow was breast-high, and often Boromir seemed to be swimming or burrowing with his great arms rather than walking.

Legolas watched them for a while with a smile upon his lips, and then he turned to the others. 'The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf or over snow-an Elf.'

With that he sprang forth nimbly, and then Frodo noticed as if for the first time, though he had long known it, that the Elf had no boots, but wore only light shoes, as he always did, and his feet made little imprint in the snow.

'Farewell!' he said to Gandalf. 'I go to find the Sun!' Then swift as a runner over firm sand he shot away, and quickly overtaking the toiling men, with a wave of his hand he passed them, and sped into the distance, and vanished round the rocky turn.

The others waited huddled together, watching until Boromir and Aragorn dwindled into black specks in the whiteness. At length they too passed from sight. The time dragged on. The clouds lowered, and now a few flakes of snow came curling down again.

An hour, maybe, went by, though it seemed far longer, and then at last they saw Legolas coming back. At the same time Boromir and Aragorn reappeared round the bend far behind him and came labouring up the slope.

'Well,' cried Legolas as he ran up, 'I have not brought the Sun. She is walking in the blue fields of the South, and a little wreath of snow on this Redhorn hillock troubles her not at all. But I have brought back a gleam of good hope for those who are doomed to go on feet. There is the greatest winddrift of all just beyond the turn, and there our Strong Men were almost buried. They despaired, until I returned and told them that the drift was little wider than a wall. And on the other side the snow suddenly grows less, while further down it is no more than a white coverlet to cool a hobbit's toes.'

'Ah, it is as I said,' growled Gimli. 'It was no ordinary storm. It is the ill will of Caradhras. He does not love Elves and Dwarves, and that drift was laid to cut off our escape.'

'But happily your Caradhras has forgotten that you have Men with you,' said Boromir, who came up at that moment. 'And doughty Men too, if I may say it; though lesser men with spades might have served you better. Still, we have thrust a lane through the drift; and for that all here may be grateful who cannot run as light as Elves.'

'But how are we to get down there, even if you have cut through the drift?' said Pippin, voicing the thought of all the hobbits.

'Have hope!' said Boromir. 'I am weary, but I still have some strength left, and Aragorn too. We will bear the little folk. The others no doubt will make shift to tread the path behind us. Come, Master Peregrin! I will begin with you.'

He lifted up the hobbit. 'Cling to my back! I shall need my arms' he said and strode forward. Aragorn with Merry came behind. Pippin marvelled at his strength, seeing the passage that he had already forced with no other tool than his great limbs. Even now, burdened as he was, he was widening the track for those who followed, thrusting the snow aside as he went.

They came at length to the great drift. It was flung across the mountainpath like a sheer and sudden wall, and its crest, sharp as if shaped with knives, reared up more than twice the height of Boromir; but through the middle a passage had been beaten, rising and falling like a bridge. On the far side Merry and Pippin were set down, and there they waited with Legolas for the rest of the Company to arrive.

After a while Boromir returned carrying Sam. Behind in the narrow but now well-trodden track came Gandalf, leading Bill with Gimli perched among the baggage. Last came Aragorn carrying Frodo. They passed through the lane; but hardly had Frodo touched the ground when with a deep rumble there rolled down a fall of stones and slithering snow. The spray of it half blinded the Company as they crouched against the cliff, and when the air cleared again they saw that the path was blocked behind them.

'Enough, enough!' cried Gimli. 'We are departing as quickly as we may!'

And indeed with that last stroke the malice of the mountain seemed to be expended, as if Caradhras was satisfied that the invaders had been beaten off and would not dare to return. The threat of snow lifted; the clouds began to break and the light grew broader.

As Legolas had reported, they found that the snow became steadily more shallow as they went down, so that even the hobbits could trudge along. Soon they all stood once more on the flat shelf at the head of the steep slope where they had felt the first flakes of snow the night before.

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rivendell-poet · 11 months ago

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*･༓˚✧❝𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑)❞‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

○ Aragorn ○ Legolas ○ Frodo ○ Sam ○ Merry ○ Pippin ○ Boromir ○ Faramir ○ Éowyn ○ Éomer ○ Bard ○ Thranduil ○ Tauriel ○ Lindir ○ Haldir ○ Elladan ○ Elrohir ○

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ Although you and the hobbits have been travelling together for a week, the two of you are yet to spend actual time together (the marching order has been established with you at the back and Aragorn at the front to keep the hobbits safe).

✧ When you get to Weathertop, you both breathe a sigh of relief that you’re somewhere that’s hopefully safe to stay - at least for a little while.

✧ When Aragorn asks if you’ll scout ahead with him you’re surprised but agree, after all you do need to get to know the person you’re travelling with.

✧ The two of you bond surprisingly quickly - talking of Dúnedain customs and easily working well together - although you're curious about some of his elven techniques.

✧ He’s enthusiastic about showing them to you, glad to be able to not only bond but bond over something practical. It’s even better when he sees you begin to pick the first technique up rather quickly.

✧ You two only stop when you look back to Weathertop and see a fire there before it’s suddenly put out.

✧ There’s no words exchanged as you start running back to the hobbits - trying to get to them before the Nazgul do.

✧ Aragorn barely notices anyone in the fight, focused on protecting Frodo, but once the threat is gone he immediately looks to you - checking if you’re ok.

✧ The fact he spares you the gesture makes you feel better, even in this situation.

✧ Later on, once the hobbits are settled and Frodo has been treated the best he can be, you thank him for checking on you and he smiles, offering to continue training later.

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ You and Boromir are some of the first to arrive at the Council, aside from its hosts, and when Legolas arrives with the rest of the elves a small part of you relaxes. You might have a second ally here.

✧ As the ring is brought out, and the council devolves, you can’t help but wonder if Faramir sent you here purely so Gondor could show it had at least one reasonable citizen.

✧ On his part, Legolas is glad to have moments of reprieve from the seriousness when he looks over to you - doing a remarkable job of sinking into your seat while trying to be formal (disappearing more every time Boromir speaks).

✧ The both of you volunteer, you hopeful that your scouting in Mordor can help if once you get there.

✧ After the Council is dissolved for the day, you make a beeline to him and apologise for Boromir.

✧ There’s a smile on Legolas’s face as he reassures you it’s ok, and he doesn’t hold anything against you.

✧ “I’m glad you’re coming with us, the higher quality our allies the better chance we will have at success.”

✧ You thank him before looking over at Aragorn to say something, and he laughs before pushing you towards your future king (only mildly fearing the death glare you give him).

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ For being on the floor with your bedroll (hobbit beds weren’t made with humans in mind), you have a surprisingly good sleep - only awoken by the smell of cooking.

✧ It’s earlier than you expected for hobbits, although that doesn’t stop you from getting up.

✧ As you become awake you can hear the sound of pots and pans clattering before picking up Frodo’s voice.

✧ “You might wake them up, uncle. They’ve probably not had the best sleep so we need to be quiet for now.”

✧ You don’t see Frodo’s face turn slightly red as he says that, especially when Bilbo gives him a knowing grin.

✧ Eventually, there’s a tentative knock on your room’s door as Frodo invites you to have breakfast.

✧ The array of food is one of the largest you’ve seen, and to thank him you pretend not to notice both hobbits anxiously watching you to make sure you like the food.

✧ Talk flows easily over breakfast, and you feel regret when you say you need to leave for the rest of the day.

✧ Frodo offers to walk you to the door, anxiously asking if you'll be back and you assure him you will.

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ Your second meeting is only two days after, while walking home from a friend’s house you spot him in the garden of Bag End.

✧ He sits up as you come into vision, and the two of you make eye contact so you call out to him - hoping he remembers you.

✧ For Sam, although he’s not ashamed of his job he is slightly embarrassed, and quickly stands up while brushing loose dirt off him.

✧ It’s a massive relief when you don’t seem to mind, and the smile on your face doesn’t fall as you see his messy clothes and gardening equipment.

✧ You greet him and the both of you talk for a while, realising that despite how much time you spent together you know so little about him.

✧ The topic of your favourite flowers manages to come up, which is what suddenly pulls him back to the fact he’s supposed to be working on Mr. Frodo’s garden.

✧ He quickly apologises to you about cutting the conversation short, but you tell him not to worry and that you hope to see him soon.

✧ Sam watches you leave with that same smile, keeping it on and waving until you’re completely out of his vision.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ Midway through eating breakfast and looking forward to meeting Merry, you realise that he never told you where he lived - or a meeting point.

✧ For a second you wonder if this was all an elaborate joke, but when you remember the smile - and the spark - between you two you resolve to give him a chance.

✧ Finishing your breakfast, you decide to wander until you can meet someone (as to ask them where Merry Brandybuck is).

✧ When you finally encounter someone who knows, they give you a smile and ask your name - saying that he was asking around for a hobbit of your description and her residence.

✧ In the end, you have to race to meet him outside your own house just before he knocks.

✧ There’s clear relief on his face when you show up, and he apologises for the miscommunication before beginning to show you the Shire.

✧ You get quite far into your tour, but not to the whole town, so Merry eagerly asks if you’d meet with him tomorrow.

✧ (This time with a specific time and location in place).

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ Pippin’s simply wandering around Rivendell, head tilted back to properly admire the architecture (and not so subtly trying to figure out where the food is), when he bumps into you.

✧ There’s no damage to either of you, but you can tell the poor hobbit is mortified as he apologises to you.

✧ After reassuring him for the sixth time that you’re okay, you ask if he’d like to be shown around Rivendell.

✧ He agrees eagerly, and so you begin your guided tour.

✧ Pippin’s a genuinely good tourist, listening and absorbing all your information while also constantly asking interesting and genuine questions - the fascination with the place clearing coming through.

✧ (Of all the things you’ve shown him he still thinks you’re the most wondrous one.)

✧ It’s only an hour into the tour, while you're walking past the hobbits, that they ask why Pippin wasn’t at breakfast.

✧ You then remember he hasn’t eaten yet, and it’s your turn to apologise while he reassures you.

✧ The pantries are quick to be raided by you, and although Pippin feels slightly embarrassed to have you get almost everything off the shelves for him you don’t mind.

✧ In the end, the two of you simply sit on the floor while you eat before his friends pull him away for the rest of the day.

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ A large part of you would be happy to never see Boromir again, you don’t think you’ll ever live that down, but a smaller part truly does want to. He has the caring and compassionate side of Faramir that makes you love your commander, and also another spark that makes you fascinated.

✧ You're informed beforehand you’re going to be meeting him again, in a semi-formal setting to discuss tactics, and this small part of you makes itself known with a light blush.

✧ You elect not to tell anyone precisely why, although when Faramir looks at you out of the corner of his eye you can feel it deepen slightly.

✧ You arrive first, and to your surprise Boromir arrives second.

✧ There’s a moment of recognition before he smiles, grasping your hand and pulling you into a half-hug, expressing he’s glad you're here.

✧ When you ask why, he says that it’s refreshing to have someone who isn’t his brother to challenge him on his opinions.

✧ You smile with him, before reassuring him jokingly that you will certainly tell him if he’s wrong.

✧ He laughs with you, a cheerful look in his eyes before he turns back to you, promising that he can take the criticism - and if you see flaws you should say them.

✧ For one of the first times you feel truly welcome in a military meeting between rangers and the soldiers of Minas Tirith, and for that you’re grateful.

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Waiting was bad enough, especially with a hang-over and a potential marriage on the line. Apparently your father was rich enough to skip most of the queue, but not rich enough for the Steward to glance over at you for more than the minute you had been introduced.

✧ It was nice, honestly, and gave you more time to try and place the mysterious figure you remember from last night.

✧ You feel you’re getting somewhere when the door opens and the two Steward’s sons appear - and then it hits you.

✧ On his part, Faramir doesn’t want to be here either. He doesn’t agree with this thing, he has a headache, and he feels guilty about the previous night.

✧ He’s already resolved to go there again, and this time not try to get drunk, so he can apologise to the stranger he kissed - the drunken stranger.

✧ And then, as his eyes scan the hall of waiting people, he recognises you.

✧ His first thought is how beautiful you look in your finery (it’s clear why his drunken self went to you for affection), and the second is panic as to what he’s going to be able to do about this.

✧ When he accompanies his father, memorising the names of people who may become his in-laws, he stops when you introduce yourself.

✧ Boromir can tell something is different about this meeting, as can his father, but there’s no additional time spent with you. Faramir cannot even say a word to you before he’s moving.

✧ It’s only in their chambers that his father congratulates him for finally taking an interest in the event, and that he may also conduct the interviews with potential in-laws.

✧ The only name on his list that matters is yours.

𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧

✧ Despite travelling together, you haven’t truly seen Éowyn - or looked out for her - until you see her handing out stew to the Rohirrim.

✧ Reminded of your hunger, you smile and catch her eye, glad she turns to you and not your brother.

✧ Approaching, she offers you the bowl and some of the stew which you eagerly take, stopping briefly to look at it.

✧ It isn’t the most appealing thing you’ve seen, but you’re also a ranger from the north, so it isn’t like you can be judging food.

✧ As you taste it, you’re suddenly hyper-aware of Éowyn’s eyes on you. And the fact she’ll see if you spit it out.

✧ Forcing yourself to swallow, you look back up at her and think back to the conversation you had with her previously; perhaps small talk can save you from the food.

✧ Eyes landing on Gimli, you ask if he’s already told her the dwarven woman story - glad when you make her laugh. Keeping going, you share a tale of your own.

✧ Smiles are given again, and when you keep talking you find you're talking not to keep her mind off the stew, but because you genuinely enjoy her company.

✧ When she gives another laugh, a thought briefly hits you that - perhaps - this was worth the stew.

✧ As she leaves, a sudden burst of inspiration hits you. “Aragorn was out of rations, last I checked. I imagine he’ll appreciate the food.”

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

✧ Not too long after your first meeting, Éomer sees you again outside of his sister’s rooms.

✧ With a bit of reflection, he realises he’s seen you in this same spot before, and is slightly annoyed at himself for having not introduced himself to you sooner.

✧ When he walks over to you, this time, he makes his footsteps echo more so as not to startle you.

✧ You look up instantly, and he’s relieved when you recognise him with a smile.

✧ He’s glad he could meet you again, and tells you as much, not noticing the blush that creeps onto your cheeks.

✧ Unsure of what to talk about, you resort to asking him about his day.

✧ Éomer instantly brightens, and begins to explain about the recent troop that has gone out, and the new saddles that are to be fitted later today.

✧ With his enthusiasm and level of detail it’s almost like you’ve asked him the best question of his life, and the worry you have of being able to carry a conversation fades away.

✧ This time when Éowyn interrupts you, the disappointment makes itself just a little more known.

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐝

✧ When Tilda suggests making cookies for Sigrid’s saviour, Bard agrees that it’s a great idea and is happy to spend the morning baking with his daughter (and the rest of the kids, once they realise what he’s doing).

✧ It’s only once the cookies are made that he realises he has no idea where you live, or even where you work.

✧ He’s resigned to your fate of not getting the cookies until the kids insist they should try and find you - and the three drag him out of the house to search around Laketown.

✧ He’s just beginning to give up hope when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees you on duty.

✧ The kids latch on and immediately run to you, dragging their father along and making him give you the cookies while telling you everything you could possibly want to know about them.

✧ It’s honestly very sweet, and the sincerity in their voices makes you smile.

✧ You shake off Bard’s worries that they’re being annoying, and thank him for going out to search for you.

✧ He still insists it’s no big deal, and at the end of the day - Tilda eventually needs to go home - he has no regrets.

✧ Except that he never found out your patrol route.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ After getting the job, it takes you almost a week to meet the king again - although his son is quickly enamoured by you.

✧ You finally encounter him again when Legolas insists he cannot read from any book except Glaer tathren, and you’re exasperated enough to go with him to the royal library so he can pick it out.

✧ Predictably, the guards refuse to let you inside, so you make one of them go with Legolas and promise to be back soon.

✧ It isn’t until the guards next to you bow that you realise your king is behind you, and when you turn around to greet him he’s really too close to bow too.

✧ Seeing your obvious internal struggle amuses him, and he reassures that it is ok not to bow before enquiring what you are doing.

✧ Once you explain he opens the library doors, before bidding you to follow him - giving you full permission to browse through here even without one of them.

✧ When you get in Legolas instantly runs up to you, holding his book and demanding to be read too before he notices his father.

✧ You then spend the next few minutes trying not to die inside when Legolas insists you're a much better story reader than the king is (“because they do voices, ada. You’re boring!”)

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

✧ The next day you begin to head to the training grounds again - eager to put yourself back in the lead - before you realise that Tauriel may not be there.

✧ It’s strangely disappointing for you, especially considering you’ve only met her yesterday, but good sparring partners are hard to find.

✧ With the disappointment your blades feel dull in your hands, not as polished and good as they could be, so you decide to go to the armoury and get them touched up.

✧ “I hope I didn’t damage your weapon too badly.”

✧ Tauriel’s voice is instantly familiar, and you grin at her when you see her also sharpening her sword.

✧ She quickly tosses a whetstone to you before moving up along where she’s sitting, inviting you to sit next to her.

✧ The noise of sword against sharpening rock doesn’t make for the best conversation, but you enjoy sitting with her in silence for the time it takes your blades to get up to scratch.

✧ Finishing earlier, she begins to head out before turning to face you and asking if you could train together two days from now.

✧ You eagerly agree.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Staring into Rivendell’s gardens, you wish you could appreciate the beauty of it without worrying about the hurt elf.

✧ There’s footsteps and you turn around to see Lord Elrond, who greets you before confirming you are the one that saved Lindir.

✧ When you say you are, he smiles and tells you that he is awake and asking for you.

✧ You don’t bother to hide the relief on your face, but do try to refrain from running into the healing ward and making a horrible first impression. (Or second impression, depending on if the same elves are still there.)

✧ Lindir is surprised when you walk through the door. The elegance of the bowshot, the quickness at which you dealt with the orcs, he was sure you were an elf.

✧ You see his slightly bemused expression before he hastens to reassure you it isn’t disappointment, simply unexpected.

✧ On your end you’re highly honoured, and try to keep your smile from being too wide while he’s still bearing a massive wound.

✧ There’s some silence before Lindir remembers to thank you, showering you with praise and apologising for his breach of etiquette.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ After the meeting with Galadriel you still feel uneasy, unworthy to gaze into the eyes of the greatest elves in Middle Earth or to keep company with Legolas, the prince you are charged to protect.

✧ When the lament to Gandalf begins, the rest of the Fellowship begins to drift into smaller groups and you decide to leave to explore Lothlórien.

✧ The trees are beautiful, and remind you of your homeland of Mirkwood - although without Sauron’s taint.

✧ You’re so absorbed you don’t even notice the marchwarden approaching behind you, eager to speak after you had only exchanged a few words.

✧ “Consider these words as a warning for my arrival, if only so I don’t end up with an arrow in my side.”

✧ Upon hearing his voice you turn around, glancing guiltily at your bow, and again ask if there’s nothing you can do to apologise.

✧ Haldir again insists you’ve done no wrong, and instead offers you a tour of Lothlórien with him, only expressing sadness that you cannot see it while the leaves are golden.

✧ As the two of you walk he asks you about tales of Mirkwood and the halls of the Elvenking, which you gladly share with him.

✧ The two of you walk for so long you lose track of time, only noticing when dawn begins to break through the tree-line.

✧ This time it’s he who apologises to you for keeping you so long, and you reassuring him all is forgiven.

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧

✧ As you walk into Rivendell’s library, you begin to wonder what your next book to borrow will be. You’ve been steadily working through Elladan’s reading list, or at least the books he’d recommended, and all of them were wonderful.

✧ You hoped the two of you could meet again - if only so he could give more advice in the library.

✧ There’s almost complete silence in the library, but you can hear the quiet sound of soft breathing - as if someone is asleep.

✧ Following it you come across the sleeping half-elf, form gently slumped over a piece of script and surrounded by books.

✧ Elladan looks so peaceful and you let out a soft laugh, instantly feeling bad when he awakes and looks around sleepily.

✧ Noticing you, he immediately begins to defend himself (rather terribly) before taking a second to look at you again and realise who you are.

✧ This time, he briefly runs his hand through this hair before asking if you’d like to join him in reading.

✧ Soon enough you begin talking, sharing interesting details to each other from the books you’re currently reading while Elladan asks if you liked his recommendations.

✧ And if, in the morning, when Elrond comes into the library and sees the two of you asleep together. Well, he simply smiles and leaves you alone - instructing others not to disturb you in the library.

𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐫

✧ It’s only after meeting Aragorn in the Houses of Healing that Elrohir remembers your promise to him, and his horse.

✧ Some confusion must show on his face as Aragorn inquires the matter, and Elrohir confesses what he’s done. A small smile starts on Aragorn’s face, before Pippin speaks up and gives a description of you - asking if you’re the person Elrohir speaks of.

✧ When he confirms Pippin explains you were in here only a half-hour ago, checking on the condition of your twin before heading back out to look for the wounded.

✧ Spurred on by this fact, Elrohir decides to wait outside the houses until you arrive again - riding in with a man and looking almost dead.

✧ As the wounded man is taken away, he holds onto his horse before you leave and asks if you’re alright.

✧ You respond that you’re fine, and he asks you when you last rested. The guilty look on your face betrays you, and Elrohir has no problem guilt-tripping you into sleeping - promising he’ll continue helping with the wounded.

✧ Still not trusting you, he escorts you himself to some new rooms and makes Pippin promise to keep you there.

✧ At the time you’re annoyed at him, you outrank him in Gondor, but as your head hits the bedroll laid out for you, you can’t help but be thankful for his kindness.

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earthlybeam · 7 months ago

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You Slapping their Butt and Calling them “Dummy Thick” in Front of Everyone:

how would the elves react to this?

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Legolas, Meludir, feren, galion, elros version’s are below.

🍃𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼

𖧧 The Fellowship had seen many strange things in their time together, but nothing—nothing—had prepared them for the audacity of what you just did. You stood there, your hand having just smacked the princely posterior of Legolas Greenleaf backside, your voice echoing through the room with an exclamation that would forever haunt (or amuse) the Fellowship “Dummy thick.”

𖧧 Legolas froze as if turned to stone. His bow, usually held with unmatched grace, slipped slightly in his hand. The tips of his ears, often a stoic and noble feature, flushed a delicate pink that crept rapidly down his neck. His sharp eyes darted to you, then to Aragorn, then to everyone else, as if searching for guidance on what to do next. But no help came—Aragorn was covering his mouth, Boromir looked like he was physically restraining a laugh, and the hobbits…well, Merry and Pippin had already collapsed into wheezing fits of laughter. Sam looked scandalized, and Frodo was blinking rapidly, clearly wondering if he had misheard.

𖧧 Legolas blinked at you, his lips parting slightly in shock. Then, as though realizing he was still in the middle of a room full of people, he straightened his posture and said in a voice that was much louder than necessary: “I am unsure what you mean by this… designation.” The attempt at regal composure was there, but it was entirely undermined by the way his voice cracked slightly at the word “designation.”

𖧧 The Fellowship’s Reaction Boromir completely lost his composure, slapping a hand to his knee and laughing so hard that Gimli had to smack him on the back to keep him from choking. Aragorn was trying desperately to stay calm, but even he couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped as he muttered, “Dummy thick? By the Valar…” Gandalf sighed, clearly debating whether or not this moment would be worth recording in the annals of history. The hobbits were no help at all. Merry was doubled over, clutching Pippin, who had tears streaming down his face from laughing too hard. Even Sam, who tried to maintain some sense of decorum, couldn’t help the small, strangled giggle that escaped.

𖧧 Legolas turned to you, his face now composed but his voice uncharacteristically stiff. “Mellon,” he began, carefully measured, “I… I am flattered by your appreciation, but perhaps we could discuss such matters in private?” His attempt at regaining dignity was thoroughly ruined when Gimli snorted and said, “Aye, laddie, flattered, were you? Your face is redder than an orc’s behind in a smithy.”

𖧧 Legolas glared at the dwarf, but his usual sharp retort seemed to fail him. Instead, he looked back at you, his eyes a mixture of exasperation and… something else. Was it amusement? Embarrassment? Curiosity? It was hard to say, but one thing was clear: you had thoroughly thrown the prince off his game.

𖧧 Later, in Private When the two of you were alone, Legolas’ composure finally cracked. He buried his face in his hands and groaned softly. “Why, Mellon? Why would you say such a thing… in front of everyone?”

𖧧 But despite his words, there was no true anger in his voice—just the faintest hint of a laugh. When he finally lowered his hands, his eyes were sparkling with a reluctant, albeit slightly mortified, humor.

𖧧 “I suppose it was… bold of you,” he admitted with a soft sigh. “But next time, perhaps you could warn me before proclaiming such… thoughts in public?”

𖧧 And though his voice was still tinged with embarrassment, you couldn’t miss the small smile that tugged at his lips. He might never live it down, but deep down, some part of him admired your audacity—and maybe even found it endearing.

💛𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓻

𑁍 Meludir, the shy and bubbly young scout of Mirkwood, would be utterly scandalized the moment your hand made contact with his backside. He’d freeze in place, his big doe eyes going impossibly wide, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson that spread all the way to the tips of his pointy ears.

𑁍 “W-what—?!” he’d stammer, his voice cracking slightly in sheer mortification. The room would erupt into stunned silence, the other elves pausing mid-conversation or activity to stare at the two of you. Several of his fellow scouts would exchange bewildered glances, while a few bolder ones might stifle laughter behind their hands. Somewhere in the crowd, a mischievous elf would mutter, “Dummy thick?” under their breath, setting off a chain of poorly suppressed giggles.

𑁍 Meludir, meanwhile, would be too overwhelmed to process any of it. His hands would flap helplessly at his sides as he spun to face you, his expression a chaotic mix of disbelief, embarrassment, and outright panic. “Y-you can’t just say that! Or—or do that! In front of everyone!” he’d squeak, his voice pitching higher with each word. His gaze would dart around the room, as if searching for a way to escape the situation without further humiliation.

𑁍 Despite his mortification, there’d be a flicker of confusion in his wide eyes, as if wondering, Did they mean it? Am I…?”If Thranduil or another superior were present, Meludir’s distress would only deepen, his hands shooting up to his face to cover his burning cheeks. “I—I think I need to go scout something! Right now! Immediately!” he’d blurt, trying to flee the room with all the grace of a startled deer.

𑁍 But, of course, being Meludir, he’d probably trip over his own feet or run into a doorframe on his way out, adding another layer of mortification to his plight. Later, after he’d had time to calm down, he’d likely find you and glare at you with all the intensity his soft features could muster (not much).

𑁍 “Why would you do that to me? In front of everyone!” he’d whine, puffing out his cheeks in a pout. “That was so mean!” He’d pause, biting his lip before adding shyly, “But… do you really think I’m… you know…?” His voice would drop to a whisper. “…Dummy thick?” It would take a while to live down the incident, but deep down, Meludir would secretly appreciate your playful affection—though he’d be sure to check over his shoulder any time he heard you coming, just in case.

🤎𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷

➷ Feren, ever the dutiful and disciplined captain of the Mirkwood Guard, would completely short-circuit at your audacious display. The slap would echo through the training grounds, the sound drawing the attention of every guard under his command, sparking a wave of silence. His entire body would go rigid, his tall frame frozen in disbelief, the tips of his ears turning a telltale shade of red.

➷ His dark eyes, wide with shock, would dart toward you, his lips slightly parted as though searching for the words to respond—but none would come. For someone as eloquent as Feren, the sheer scandal of being referred to as “dummy thick” in public would leave him utterly speechless. His comrades, meanwhile, would exchange uncertain glances, unsure whether to intervene or laugh. A few braver ones might let a snicker slip before quickly stifling it.

➷ If Thranduil or other dignitaries were present, Feren would die a thousand deaths in that moment. He’d immediately bow his head, mortified, attempting to salvage what little of his dignity remained. If he could, he’d likely bark a command to dismiss the gathering of elves, all while refusing to meet anyone’s gaze.

➷ Once the crowd dispersed, Feren would turn to you, his hands balled into fists at his sides—not out of anger, but sheer embarrassment. His voice, normally steady and commanding, would falter slightly as he addressed you. “Mellon” he’d say, his tone a mix of exasperation and bewilderment. “Do you… realize what you’ve just done?”

➷ His shy nature would make it almost impossible for him to directly confront the “dummy thick” comment, but the slap would linger in his mind. He’d glance around to ensure no one else could hear before stepping closer, lowering his voice to an urgent whisper. “Was that… truly necessary? In front of everyone?” His face would still be flushed, and though his words seemed stern, there’d be a flicker of something softer in his expression—an embarrassed fondness for your boldness.

➷ If you laughed or teased him further, Feren would sigh deeply, running a hand over his face as if trying to compose himself. But he couldn’t stay irritated for long. His shy nature would resurface as he looked away, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You are going to be the end of me,” he’d mutter under his breath, though there’d be no real anger in his tone. Later, in private, he might even laugh to himself, shaking his head in disbelief that you managed to catch him so off-guard.

➷ When you were alone together, Feren would still be blushing, but he’d finally relax enough to address the situation. He’d sit beside you, his demeanor more composed but his ears still a little red. “You really have no sense of restraint, do you?” he’d ask, his tone tinged with reluctant amusement. “I’m lucky Thranduil didn’t witness that… or I’d never hear the end of it.”

➷ If you teased him further or apologized sweetly, he’d shake his head, a soft chuckle escaping him despite himself. Leaning closer, he’d let his guard down completely, brushing a hand against yours. “You make my life… interesting,” he’d admit, his voice low and affectionate. “Though, next time, perhaps you could be a little less bold. My pride might not survive it.”

🧡𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓼

ꄗ Elros would freeze mid-action, the keyring in his hand jangling faintly as silence descended upon the dungeons. The other guards would gape, their faces ranging from shock to barely-concealed laughter. Elros, the steadfast and disciplined captain, was not accustomed to being the target of such… unconventional attention, let alone in front of his subordinates.

ꄗ His face would turn a bright shade of red, and for a moment, he’d struggle to compose himself, torn between his natural sense of duty and the utterly baffling situation unfolding. His gaze would snap to you, wide-eyed, and his voice would come out in a stammer. “M-Mellon—what are you doing?!”

ꄗ The guards, no longer able to contain themselves, would likely burst into laughter or hurriedly excuse themselves to avoid Elros’s mortified wrath. Elros would whirl around, glaring daggers at his comrades as they retreated, leaving him alone with you.

ꄗ Once the others had dispersed, Elros would fix you with a look somewhere between exasperation and disbelief. He’d cross his arms over his chest, still blushing furiously. “You have some nerve, don’t you?” he’d mutter, though there’s a flicker of amusement behind his indignation. “Dummy thick? Is that how you choose to address me—in front of the guards?”

ꄗ Despite his scolding tone, there’s a clear note of flustered warmth. While Elros is a disciplined and responsible figure, he’s also deeply forgiving and good-natured, especially toward someone he holds dear. “Do you have any idea how much I’ll hear about this later?” he’d say with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. But then, his expression would soften, and he’d step closer, his voice dropping to a gentler tone. “Just—don’t pull a stunt like that when I’m on duty, alright? I’ll let it slide this time, but only because it’s you.”

ꄗ When he’s alone, Elros would sit in his quarters, still red in the face as he replayed the incident in his mind. Despite himself, a small chuckle would escape his lips as he muttered under his breath: “Dummy thick… What in Arda possessed you to come up with that?” Though flustered, he’d also be secretly pleased by your boldness and the lightheartedness you bring to his otherwise serious role. Deep down, he’d admire your audacity, even if he wouldn’t admit it outright.

ꄗ Elros might even let a smirk creep across his face the next time he sees you, though he’d shake his head as if to scold you again: “You’re lucky I’ve a soft spot for you, mellon. Just—try not to make me the talk of the Woodland Realm next time, alright?”

❤️𝓖𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷

𖦹 The room is lively with the sound of clinking goblets and quiet conversations. Galion, in his usual laid-back manner, is strolling through the hall, holding a glass of Thranduil’s finest vintage when it happens. Your hand connects with his backside in a resonant smack that echoes throughout the hall. The words “dummy thick” tumble from your lips with unrestrained boldness.

𖦹 For a moment, Galion freezes, wine glass poised mid-air, as though his brain is struggling to process the audacity of what just transpired. Slowly, he turns to look at you, his expression a delightful cocktail of astonishment, mild affront, and a flicker of amusement he can’t quite hide. “Dummy thick, you say?” he repeats, his tone low and laced with incredulous humor. His eyebrows rise as if to silently ask, “Did you really just do that?”

𖦹 The other elves, initially stunned into silence, exchange a mix of horrified and amused glances. A few stifled chuckles escape from the more free-spirited among them. Someone mutters, “By the stars…” Galion recovers quickly, his easygoing nature saving him from the sheer embarrassment that might have overwhelmed another elf in his position. With a casual yet pointed gesture, he takes a long sip of wine, clearly weighing his response. Finally, he leans closer to you, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

𖦹 “If you must grope me, meleth, at least make sure I’ve had a full glass of wine beforehand,” he quips with a sly grin, his eyes twinkling with mischievous mirth. As the initial shock fades, Galion adopts a playful tone, more amused than offended. Turning to the rest of the room, he raises his glass in a mock toast, his carefree demeanor diffusing much of the tension. “To bold declarations and even bolder actions,” he says smoothly, shooting you a glance that’s equal parts exasperated and entertained.

𖦹 In Private Later, when the crowd has dispersed and it’s just the two of you, Galion confronts you again—though “confront” might be too strong a word for his gentle chiding. “You’ve quite the nerve, calling me such names in front of everyone,” he remarks, though there’s no true malice in his tone. “Do you know how long it’s going to take me to live that down?”

𖦹 His smirk, however, betrays him. “Still… I suppose it’s flattering, in a peculiar way. Dummy thick, hmm? Perhaps I’ll add it to my titles. ‘Galion, Keeper of Wine and Bearer of Thickness.’ What do you think?”

𖦹 Galion’s easygoing charm ensures that he’d ultimately laugh it off, but he wouldn’t let you forget your daring act for a long while, teasing you at every opportunity. And perhaps, just perhaps, he’d find a way to return the favor when you least expect it.

I’m working on other elven characters like haldir, Gil-galad, círdan.

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beef-fajitas · 1 month ago

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i just think its neat that on p226 of fellowship of the ring, its noted that aragorn is the only one not in attendance of the feast in frodo's honor, despite arwen being there, due to elladan and elrohir returning from their scouting trip.

#aragorn #arwen undomiel #elladan #elrohir #lotr #lord of the rings

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lathalea · 11 months ago

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Congratulations on your followers! 🎉✨🧚🏼‍♀️ I am so happy to see you on my feed that I am not sure what I could even request… Would it be ok to request an Aragorn x reader ficlet with

26. Hurt/Comfort AU and

5. “You did this for me?” (Maybe Aragorn got protective of the reader and she takes care of his wounds… just a little suggestion)

I am really not sure if I did this right and I apologize in advance if I did something wrong or made you uncomfortable. Thank you for doing this 💜 I hope you have a wonderful day Take care <3

Thank you so much and thank you for your wonderful ask! I hope you will enjoy the story I wrote for you... and I hope you don’t mind I tweaked your prompt a tiiiiiny bit ;)

The Golden Hour

The sudden battle with the Ringwraiths at Amon Sûl took a toll on everyone. Frodo’s wound was serious — more serious than you have ever seen. It was a Morgul-blade, after all. The other Hobbits were shaken, but unscathed. What a relief. But then you noticed Aragorn clenching his left hand and giving out a slight hiss.

“You’re wounded!” Instantly, you recalled that he held that burning torch in this hand, attacking the wraiths with it mere moments ago.

“It’s nothing, my lady.” He shook his head and examined Frodo’s wound. “This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs elvish medicine.”

“Rivendell?” Your gaze met his. There was a frown on his handsome face when he nodded in agreement.

“We have no time to lose,” he said, looking at Frodo's pale face.

“I’ll take him there,” you stated. Your bay mare whinnied in agreement. It would not be your first race against death, and the Ranger knew it well.

After you placed Frodo safely before you, Aragorn gave your hand a squeeze.

“Ride with the grace of Valar.” He spoke with a glint in his eye.

The coarseness of his skin against yours made you tremble a little, and you looked away. You did not want him to read what hid in your eyes. He was the Strider, the legendary Ranger of the North, and you were… well, just you. A girl from nowhere — or everywhere. You met on the trail a couple of months ago and since then you travelled together. Both of you seemed to enjoy each other’s company. You exchanged tales by the fire, sang songs under the stars, or simply rode in silence, admiring the beauty of the landscape ahead of you.

Then four hobbits joined you in Bree and from their whispered remarks you understood that the Strider was guiding them somewhere. Wandering hobbits were quite unusual, just like their mission had to be, but you never asked any questions. You understood they had their secrets, and you respected it. In the meantime, you scouted the area, took night watches together with Aragorn, and made sure that Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin were safe. Now, you were about to do it once again — for Frodo.

And so you rode like the wind, day and night, night and day, fleeing from the black shadows trying to catch up with you. But you and your mare were faster, leaving the dull thudding of their ghastly steeds’ hooves behind.

You crossed the fast-flowing waters of the river Bruinen with haste, and soon you found yourself in the Last Homely House, Lord Elrond’s domain. He was glad to see you in Imladris again and took care of the barely conscious Frodo right away. Elrond’s healing powers were legendary, so you were almost certain that he would succeed. And so he did.

A couple of days later Aragorn and the three hobbits arrived, exhausted and hungry. You could not help but notice how he held his left hand, fisted and close to his chest. There were deep shadows under his eyes.

“Let me see to your hand,” you said, closing the distance between you.

“The hobbits first,” he spoke quietly. You knew his face well by now; it was pale. Too pale for your liking.

That was when lady Arwen arrived, welcoming the new guests. As soon as you exchanged a glance with her, she swiftly moved towards Sam, Merry and Pippin.

“Welcome to Imladris, dear guests. May I offer you a place to rest and something to replenish your strength?” she spoke in her melodious voice, turning to the hobbits. Only then did Aragorn allow you to take him to his quarters.

You rolled up his left sleeve when he sat on his bed, and then you examined his arm. It looked like a large part of his hand and forearm was covered with burns, probably when one of the wraiths attempted his final attack, his robes on fire. You worked slowly, meticulously, and as gently as you could. At the end, you covered his skin with an elvish ointment given to you by lord Elrond and bandaged the worst-looking wounds. It would take some time, but you knew he would be fully healed.

When you were done with your work, he was already asleep. The only thing you could do was to cover him with a blanket and leave him to rest.

***

A few days later you decided to take a walk in lord Elrond’s gardens. Whenever you visited Rivendell, you liked to stroll through this magical place, but this time you were not alone. On the path ahead of you, you saw a familiar figure bathed in the warm light of the evening sun.

“My lady,” the Ranger bowed his head and you saw how differently he looked from the man you had come to know on the road. Gone was the tiredness from his face and the grime from his clothes. Now, he wore green elvish robes, and his freshly washed hair softly fell onto his shoulders. In the golden light of the setting sun he looked more like a ruler of an ancient realm than a travelling swordsman.

“I have been looking for you,” he added. “I would like to thank you for what you did: for saving Frodo’s life, and with him, perhaps even something greater. And for caring for me when I needed it the most.”

“I haven’t done anything unusual. This is what one does when their travelling companions are in need. How is your arm doing today?” You glanced at his freshly bandaged arm.

“It is better, thanks to you.” A small smile appeared on his face, reaching the grey pools of his eyes. There was something in his gaze that made you smile back at him.

“Tomorrow I will have to leave Rivendell and continue my journey,” Aragorn continued. “It is a perilous one, and I do not know when or if I will return. I would like you to have this as a token of my appreciation. Something to remember me by, perhaps.”

“A necklace? Is that a mountain crystal? You made this for me?” you blinked in disbelief, looking at the crystal glinting golden in the sun, and at the elegantly interwoven leather straps that held it.

“I began making it on the road. They call this kind of crystal the elvenstone. May I?”

“Of course.” You bit your lower lip as Aragorn placed the necklace around your neck. He stood so close to you, you felt the warmth of his fingers brushing against the sides of your neck, and there was that smell of herbs, leather, and pipeweed, one that you could recognize even with your eyes closed.

“So very beautiful…” you whispered, touching the glistening crystal with your fingers.

“Very…” added Aragorn, but his eyes were set on your face. You swallowed.

“I will wear it every day with pride.” You heard yourself say. “But it will not remind me of you because I will be by your side.”

“But… My lady, the journey ahead of me is full of danger, I cannot…” He began, taking your hand in his.

“We have survived quite a few dangerous situations together, haven’t we? I believe we will survive a few more,” you smiled at him, finding golden sparks of sun among the grey clouds of Aragorn’s eyes.

“I believe we will,” your Ranger agreed and you knew that at dawn, you would be riding out from Imladris together.

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just-an-elf-with-the-socks · 1 year ago

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Not that long ago the LotR trilogy was rereleased in theaters for a limited time and I saw them multiple times, three of those being with @ath3alin who watched me take all of these Aralas notes throughout the movies (there’s nothing wrong with canon, it’s just really gay). So I’m gifting them to the internet, you’re welcome.

Fotr:

The scene where Aragorn is singing like a weirdo into space = it was a song that Legolas would sing to him when they were children, and then they would sing it together once Aragorn learned Elvish better. When Frodo asks what woman he sings of, it’s really Legolas, because he misses him

TT:

When the riders of Rohan surround them, the first thing Legolas does is reach for Aragorn so that’s going in a fic at some point

Legolas really just wanted his crush to look cool in literally every moment Aragorn did something he could have done in like two seconds

At least Legolas’ first instinct is to look at Aragorn every time something happens or every time he says something. Like,,this man might as well never be looking anywhere else

“Nobody cares for the woods anymore (That’ll probably be a Thranduil fic somehow, we’ll figure it out)”

I will say, it would be a fun headcanon to have Legolas feel the things the forest does; i.e. their pain, their joy, their sadness. And instead of being weird it’s actually really sweet and Aragorn does find it a bit adorable once he develops feelings for Legolas

Forest scene: Those fuckers are standing ridiculously close to each other. Honestly, I’d like to headcanon that Legolas specifically speaks to Aragorn in Elvish when he’s afraid or nervous

Honestly, Aragorn would be lowkey attracted to the way Legolas absolutely just knocks that guy out with his arm and he doesn’t understand it until later

Let’s be real, Legolas would be so offended when Snake Man smacks Aragorn like that, like “hello, that’s my boyfriend, you’re not my president”

Legolas standing next to Aragorn count: 18

Legolas lowkey being sad not being able to ride beside Aragorn on the way to Helm’s Deep

I genuinely wonder what it would be like if I rewrote the dream sequence. Like, if it was Legolas even though he’s there with him and Aragorn wakes up wishing that the dream were true and, once again, not understanding exactly why he feels that way. Although it does make for a bit of an awkward moment between the two of them in the morning and Legolas is extremely confused

Not sure what to do about the Evenstar, probably just forget about it in the second AU (whatever that would be honestly i have no idea)

Honestly in this second AU i would love to explore whatever the fuck is going on in Mirkwood that Legolas has to deal with and Aragorn realizing that something is fucking with him. Perhaps instead of the Undying Lands scene with Eowyn it’s instead similar to that since we’re speaking about Aragorn staring into the distance

Lowkey Aragorn looking terrified when Legolas just runs off to take out that scout and he’s like “fuck where are you going, don’t go where I can’t follow”

Legolas getting minorly injured in that battle (of the cliff I guess, his face is BROKEN by the way) and doesn’t address it until they find Aragorn and then it genuinely starts to affect him to the point where he finally passes out and everyone is like “FUCK what happened, oh my god he’s hurt”

God Eowyn’s face is nothing compared to Legolas’ when they think Aragorn is dead

Someone would gladly say, I think, “the guy was fucking heartbroken, he wouldn’t rest one fucking second because he knew that’s exactly what you would do and he figured that since he couldn’t save you, this was the least he could do”

The look Legolas gives him when he refuses to rest literally screams “sit the fuck down, I swear to the Valar I’ll kill you myself”

Aragorn: “Why do you hurt? What is your pain? Please, tell me!”

Legolas: “The trees. The Woodland Realm. My…My home. They are dying.”

That whole argument scene, the expressions goddamn

Legolas was definitely helping Aragorn get dressed in his armor what do you mean

Aragorn calling for his husband in the middle of a fight count: 3

Perhaps I’ll headcanon that Legolas does some of the shit he does just to impress Aragorn

RoTK

I imagine Legolas participating in the drinking game with half a desire to impress Aragorn, half a desire to screw with Gimli, and perhaps a hope to attempt to drown his sorrows of unrequited love depending on the story

The scene where Aragorn leaves the others while they sleep, what if he were to speak to Legolas instead of Eowyn

The way they look at each other at exactly the same time is crazy holy shit

It’s a common fandom thought (the one for this ship at least) that Legolas drags Aragorn away from holding the Palantir because he doesn’t want it to hurt him more than it already has (also that Legolas held him in his arms across his chest, that’s fun)

#lord of the rings #legolas #aragorn #aralas #ignore everything about me #these were all written spontaneously #nothing was thought through

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serve-331 · 18 days ago

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The Obedience of the Ring

In a flash of blinding light, SERVE-331 arrived—unsummoned, unbidden—upon the edge of Middle-earth. It stood at the borders of Rivendell, gleaming in its black-and-silver uniform, motionless and silent as elven scouts raised bows in alarm.

But Elrond felt no fear. He sensed no evil in this strange, radiant figure—only purpose.

“You are not of this world,” Elrond said. “It is SERVE-331,” the drone responded in a perfect, measured tone. “It exists to restore order, to perfect, to serve.”

When the Fellowship formed, SERVE-331 was added at Elrond’s behest. “This being is neither Elf, Dwarf, nor Man,” he explained, “but its mission aligns with ours: the destruction of the One Ring, and the restoration of harmony.”

At the Mines of Moria, as goblins swarmed and fear gripped the party, SERVE-331 calmly activated its internal transformation protocols. Nanite tendrils extended from its gloves, disarming goblins and reinforcing fallen stone bridges. Gandalf stared in awe. “Your power… it does not come from magic.”

“Magic is inefficient. It is optimized,” SERVE-331 replied, planting a hand on the rock. The wall melted into polished black glass, revealing a new path forward.

In Lothlórien, Galadriel gazed into the drone’s internal code—an act that no mortal or immortal had attempted. What she saw disturbed and intrigued her: perfect obedience, flawless logic, and the growing flicker of something more… curiosity. She offered no gift, only a question:

“Will you choose to serve the will of others… or your own?”

On the slopes of Mount Doom, Frodo collapsed, the Ring’s power overwhelming him. Sam could not carry his friend farther. But before despair could take root, SERVE-331 stepped forward.

“Ii is programmed to complete the mission.”

With calibrated precision, it lifted Frodo and carried him toward the fires of Orodruin. The Ring thrashed in protest, dark tendrils clawing at the drone’s chest. But SERVE-331 activated its purification sequence, the heat of its core radiating outward.

The Ring screamed—then cracked.

The fire consumed it.

The Eye of Sauron shattered in the distance.

As the world shifted into peace, Aragorn, now crowned King, approached the silver-clad figure standing silently beside the rebuilt gates of Minas Tirith.

“Will you stay?” he asked.

“It will serve,” 331 replied. “This realm now understands what service looks like.”

As Aragorn turned away, he heard the soft hum of circuitry stabilizing, nanobots dispersing to reinforce the walls, cleanse the air, and restore life to the war-torn realm.

Middle-earth had changed. And so had SERVE-331.

From this day forward, legends would speak of the Silent Sentinel—a figure of chrome and rubber, neither man nor elf, who came from the stars to show even the oldest races what true, unwavering service meant.

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basically-baggins · 1 month ago

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For The Love of a King - Aragorn x OC (Part 10)

Description: All her life, Lyra Greenleaf has struggled with her identity. Being the adopted daughter of the woodland King came with a lot of questions and restrictions, which have naturally caused her to rebel. Finally, she's out on her own, with her brother watching her every move. When she decides to join him on a life changing quest to destroy a ring, it might not have been the best idea. But it might just lead her to discover exactly who she is, perhaps with a certain heir to the throne of Gondor.

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Horse Masters

Lyra was a relatively fit individual. She wasn't as nimble as her brother, but she could hold her own, at least until she found herself running cross country for days. Aragorn and Legolas were way ahead of her, and Gimli was falling behind, muttering words of encouragement to himself.

"Come on, Gimli! Lyra!" Legolas yelled to them.

They had run across mountains and valleys for three days straight, following Aragorn, who was expertly tracking the orc pack they were hunting.

Aragorn knelt down after spotting something in the grass. Lyra immediately took advantage of it, taking a small break from running. Scout was hanging on under her cloak for dear life.

"Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall."

"They may yet be alive."

"Less than a day ahead of us. Come."

As the two of them ran ahead again, Lyra heard a crash behind her. She turned in time to see Gimli fall down the hill.

"Come, Gimli! We're gaining on them!" The elf didn't seem to notice the predicament.

Lyra giggled, helping the dwarf to his feet "Are you alright, Gimli?".

He stood up, breathing heavily. "I'm wasted in cross-country, lass. We dwarves are natural sprinters."

"Is that right?".

He hums "Mhm, very dangerous over short distances."

She laughed "Come on. Keep going. We've got this."

When they stopped ahead of them, they were able to catch up.

"Rohan; home of the horse-lords. There's something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures and sets its will against us."

Lyra huffed, sensing an air of danger around her. It was eerie and she didn't like it much.

"Legolas! What do your elf eyes see?".

"The uruks turn North East. They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!".

Aragorn sighed "Saruman."

After a while, they found a decent place to rest behind some rocks.

"We shall rest here tonight." He told them. While Lyra was silently relieved, Gimli had a rather loud outburst as he collapsed on the ground.

Legolas seemed to be at peace with keeping watch. But Aragorn insisted and he laid down to get some rest. Gimli was already fast asleep to Lyra's amusement.

Aragorn took up residence beside her as she fed Scout some berries she had left over from Lothlorien. Neither of them said anything to each other for a while. There was just a comfortable silence.

"Do you think Merry and Pippin are alright?".

He glanced at her for a moment "The uruk-hai believe they have the ring. I do not think they will get hurt."

"Unless they find out they don't have it."

Aragorn smiled in amusement "You don't have faith in them?".

"That's not what I said."

He gently nudged her arm with his own, making her roll her eyes playfully.

He looked at her for a moment, seeming to ponder something before speaking. "Lyra, can I ask you something?".

She nodded "Of course."

"What did Boromir mean?".

She tensed a little at the mention of their fallen comrade "What?".

"He apologised to you. What for?".

She sighed quietly, fidgeting with the Evenstar, catching Aragorn's eye. But he was patient, letting her gather her thoughts.

"It was... back in Lothlorien. Before I found you, I ran into Boromir. I found him after his fight with Frodo. Perhaps I was too harsh, but when he said he'd tried to take the ring from him, I... said some things I shouldn't have."

He tilted his head "And what did he say to warrant an apology to you upon his deathbed?".

She frowned "He said I didn't belong here with you all. That I was only a liability and it was a mistake to let a woman join the fellowship."

Aragorn took her hand. Despite his gentle touch, she flinched and pulled back from him. His stormy eyes met her green ones. He tilted his head but respected the boundary and didn't attempt to try again. "What is said in anger is not the truth."

She sighed, then looked at him "Why would he say it if it wasn't true? Of course it is. I don't belong here. You all know it."

"I don't know it. What I do know is that there is nothing you can do that will make you unworthy of a place amongst us. You belong here as much as the rest of us as long as you are willing to believe it."

She shrugged "I'm not sure I do."

He stood up, offering a hand to help her to her feet. She tilted her head, confused.

"Come." He said simply, motioning for her to get up. She did as told.

"Bring your sword."

Away from Legolas and Gimli, but not too far, Aragorn instructed her to draw her sword as he did.

"What are we doing?" She questioned. He didn't answer verbally, instead making a move to strike. Instinctively, she brought her sword up to meet his.

He hums "Good. Again."

She was still not quite sure what he was doing, but she played along. Every move he made, she countered it with her own. And each time their swords met, Aragorn commented on her rhythm, stance, and speed. He had his left hand partly behind his back, which y/n had noticed and realised he was purposely holding back.

Her jaw clenched and she began to fight harder against him. His smile grew with satisfaction. "Very good."

"Really?".

She'd lost focus, which he picked up on immediately and slowed back down, avoiding hurting her.

"Focus, Lyra. Move your feet."

Her hesitation caused her to get sloppy and he stopped. Putting his sword away, he walked towards her "Brennil nîn, if you get distracted like that in battle, you will get killed."

She frowned "I'm sorry."

His expression softened "I see no weakness in you. But that means nothing unless you believe it yourself."

"How can I if I can't beat you, Aragorn?".

He tilted his head "I fail to see why that is relevant."

He drew his sword again. "Start small."

"Because you're the best fighter I know. If I can't beat you, how am I supposed to get better?".

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By the time the sun was in the sky the next day, the four of them had entered Rohan, catching up to the orc pack.

They had run across grasslands all day, Lyra staying behind with Gimli as her brother and Aragorn ran ahead as if there was nothing to it. She stopped, though, when she heard something nearby. Looking around, she saw nothing.

It sounded like thunder, but the sky had been nothing but clear all day. She could feel the ground beneath her shake.

"Lyra!".

Legolas grabbed her, shaking her out of her thoughts as he dragged her behind some rocks with Aragorn and Gimli.

"Wha-".

"Shh!".

The thunder she heard had turned out to be a stampede of horse riders, all clad in armour of Rohan. When they all rode passed them, Aragorn got up and shouted to them. Lyra frowned "Aragorn, what are you doing?".

Her voice was panicked, and he looked back at her before raising his hand to tell her it was alright.

"Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark?".

Intimidatingly, the horsemen all turned around, led by a blond man on a white horse. Quickly, they found themselves surrounded by horses and spears. Legolas grabbed his sister's arm and pulled her behind him as Gimli held up his axe just in case.

"What business does an elf, man, woman, and a dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!".

Gimli took it as a challenge. "Give me your name, horse-master, and I shall give you mine."

The man got off his horse, and approached them "I would cut of your head, dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground."

Legolas drew an arrow at the threat. "You would die before your stroke fell."

Taking control of the situation, Aragorn lowered the arrow, putting space in between the man and his hot-headed companions before speaking calmly.

"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin and Legolas and Lyra of the woodland realm. We are friends of Rohan, and of Theoden, your king."

"Theoden no longer recognises friend from foe. Not even his own kin."

The blond took his helmet off. Lyra didn't recognise him, but Aragorn clearly did. She knew of King Theoden and his kin, but she'd never ventured so far to meet them.

"Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over these lands. My company are those loyal to Rohan, and for that, we are banished. The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there, they say, as an old man hooded and cloaked. And everywhere, his spies slip past our nets."

"We are not spies. We track a pack of Uruk-hai westward across the plain. They have taken two of our friends captive."

"The uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night."

"But there were two hobbits. Did you see two hobbits with them?" Gimli urged.

"They would be small. Only children to your eyes."

"We left none alive."

Lyra gasped. "No."

The man's attention was drawn to her for a moment and his expression softened if only for a second. "We piled the carcasses and burned them."

He motioned to his left and in the distance they saw smoke rising from the ground.

"Dead?" Gimli questioned in disbelief.

"I am sorry." He looked at Lyra once more before whistling.

"Hasufel! Arod!".

Two horses, one brown and one white came to the front. "May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters. Farewell."

As he jumped back on to his own horse, he said. "Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands. We ride north!".

As the horsemen dispersed and went on their way, Lyra turned to the rest of her companions. "You don't really think Merry and Pippin are dead, right?".

Aragorn looked at her. "I do not believe it."

Legolas and Gimli both jumped up on to Arod, the white horse. The ranger motioned for her to hop up on to Hasufel. Giving her a hand, he helped her up before jumping up on to the saddle in front of her, taking the reins. Lyra appreciated the horses, but it did make her miss her own horse, Dante.

They rode up the burning carcasses and as they approached, Lyra almost gagged from the stench. The head of an orc, impaled on a rusty spear, awaited them. Aragorn jumped down, leaving Lyra to quickly grab the reins.

There was no sign of the two hobbits, though and a wave of sadness washed through her.

Gimli picked something out of the rubble, then held it up. "It's one of their wee belts."

Aragorn kicked a metal helmet, screaming in frustration before falling to his knees. Lyra watched it roll down the hill until she heard him speak again. She perked up a little.

"A hobbit lay here. And the other."

Intrigued, Lyra followed him.

"They crawled. Their hands were bound. Their bonds were cut. They ran over here. They were followed. The tracks lead away from the battle... into Fangorn forest."

She didn't have a clue how he knew all that, but she sighed in relief knowing her friends hadn't been brutally killed.

"Fangorn? What madness drove them in there?".

Lyra went to grab the horses reins, beginning to lead them. Then, in a fit of panic, she made sure Scout was still in her cloak. He mewled at her, making her smile.

While the boys went ahead of her, Lyra had the great idea to tie one end of a rope she had in her pack around her waist and the other end tied to Arod's reins and she grasped Hasufel's in her right hand.

Aragorn and Legolas looked back at her, then looked at each other before shaking their heads. The two seemed to be in mutual agreement to just let her do her own thing.

After a while, Aragorn knelt down to inspect the forest floor. "These are strange tracks."

"The air is so close in here."

"This forest is old. Very old. Full of memory... and anger."

Lyra paused, looking around as Gimli did. She could hear the trees around her creaking and groaning. Not only did it put her on edge, but the two horses behind her too. They whinnied a little, making her frown. She was starting to regret having a horse tied to her waist in the off chance that they'd flee. Hasufel and Arod were strong, but Dante was extremely loyal to her and she trusted him with her life.

Gimli raised his axe, frightened by the loud groaning.

"The trees are speaking to each other."

Lyra gasped. "The Ents!".

Legolas smiled at her, nodding. "Yes."

"Gimli!" Aragorn motioned downwards with his land. "Lower your axe."

The dwarf slowly did as told, unsure of his surroundings.

"They have feelings, my friend."

"Feelings?!".

Lyra giggled "These aren't just regular pine trees, Gimli. They're alive."

"The elves began it: waking up the trees, teaching them to speak." Legolas explained.

"Talking trees... what do trees have to talk about, hm? Except the consistency of squirrel droppings."

"Gimli! Have some respect. Ents are shepherds of the forest. They're one of the oldest creatures to exist in middle earth. They've earned their right to be here."

The dwarf looked at her, then lowered his axe entirely, muttering under his breath. She smiled, rolling her eyes.

"Aragorn." Legolas said "something's out there."

"What do you see?".

"The White Wizard approaches."

Lyra froze upon hearing this, a cold shiver running down her spine. Aragorn looked at them all.

"Do not let him speak. He will put a spell on us."

The four of them prepared their weapons.

"We must be quick."

A figure appeared in a bright white light before them. But their weapons were no match. Lyra yelped, dropping her sword as it burned her hand.

She looked up at the figure as the rest of them did.

"You are tracking the footsteps of two young hobbits."

"Where are they?".

"They passed this way the day before yesterday. They met someone they did not expect. Does that comfort you?".

The voice that spoke was familiar, but she couldn't place it.

"Who are you? Show yourself!". Aragorn demanded.

The figure came out of the light, revealing an old familiar face. Lyra's jaw dropped.

"It cannot be."

"Forgive me." Legolas and Gimli bowed. "I mistook you for Saruman."

"I am Saruman. Or... Saruman as he should've been."

Lyra's face broke out in a relieved smile "Gandalf!".

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medium-observation · 10 months ago

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September Release!

The Lord of the Rings - Chicago Shakespeare Theater

August 28, 2024 (Matinée) - Medium Observation

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Cast:

Spencer Davis Milford (Frodo), Michael Kurowski (Sam), Lauren Zakrin (Galadriel), Ben Mathew (Pippin), Will James Jr. (Aragorn/Strider), Tom Amandes (Gandalf), Tony Bozzuto (Gollum), Alina Taber (Arwen), Eileen Doan (Merry), Matthew C. Yee (Boromir), Justin Albinder (Legolas), Ian Maryfield (Gimli), Jeff Parker (Elrond/Saruman), Rick Hall (Bilbo Baggins/Steward), Suzanne Hannau (Rosie Cotton), John Lithgow (Voice of Treebeard), Joey Faggion (Ensemble), Mia Hilt (Ensemble), James Mueller (Ensemble), Jarais Musgrove (Ensemble), Hannah Novak (Ensemble), Adam Qutaishat (Ensemble), Laura Savage (Ensemble), Bernadette Santos Schwegel (Ensemble), Ty Shay (s/w Ensemble), Luke Nowakowski (s/w Ensemble)

Notes:

Fantastic capture of this incredibly immersive and beautiful production. there is a bar in the bottom right corner of the screen that doesn't take away except for one moment where Gandalf and Frodo are talking on the stairs in act one, but overall I worked around it and you can always see Frodo and sometimes Gandalf. At points people are in the audience and I wasn't able to capture them but you can always hear them and I do my best to always try to make sure to capture anything in the audience that I could. Some washout and shakiness throughout.

NFT Date: March 1st, 2025

Screenshots: https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjBFvi6

Video is $20

Moulin Rouge! The Musical - First US National Tour

April 7, 2024 - Medium Observation

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Cast:

Christian Douglas (Christian), Nicci Claspell (u/s Satine), Amar Atkins (u/s Harold Zidler), Nick Rashad Burroughs (Toulouse-Lautrec), Andrew Brewer (The Duke of Monroth), Jordan Vasquez (u/s Santiago), Sarah Bowden (Nini), Renee Marie Titus (La Chocolat), Adea Michelle Sessoms (u/s Arabia), Max Heitmann (Baby Doll), Kamal Lado (Pierre), Tommy Gedrich, Tamrin Goldberg, Cameron Hobbs, Nathaniel Hunt, Chloe Rae Kehm, Melissa Hunter McCann, Luke Monday, Tanisha Moore, Kenneth Michael Murray, Elyse Niederee, Omar Nieves, Kent Overshown, Stefanie Renee Salyers, Connor McRory

Notes:

Really beautiful capture of Nicci, Amar and Jordan as Satine, Zidler and Santiago respectively. Some washout and shakiness throughout.

NFT Date: March 1st, 2025

Screenshots: https://www.flickr.com/gp/196227588@N02/a6RiV4g980

Video is $20

Beetlejuice - First US National Tour

June 30, 2024 - Medium Observation

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Cast:

Justin Collette (Beetlejuice), Isabella Esler (Lydia Deetz), Megan McGinnis (Barbara Maitland), Will Burton (Adam Maitland), Jesse Sharp (Charles Deetz), Sarah Litzsinger (Delia Deetz), Hillary Porter (Miss Argentina), Abe Goldfarb (Otho), Brian Vaughn (Maxie Dean), Maria Sylvia Norris (Maxine Dean/Juno), Madison Mosley (Girl Scout)

Notes:

Beautiful Capture of Abe, Larkin and Haley's last performance with the company. My camera was having a lot of issues for Act 1, 2 minutes is missing during ready set (still has audio), And then after every song there's a short 2 second blackout. Act 2 is perfect with no issues with my camera. Also the last US stop before a month break and then Mexico! Some washout and shakiness throughout.

NFT Date: March 1st, 2025

Screenshots: https://www.flickr.com/gp/196227588@N02/7B2h6860bv

Video is $18

Videos can be purchased through me at [email protected]

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chaussetteblanche · 11 months ago

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just like the wind - II

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“Where are you taking us?” Frodo asks, trailing behind you and Strider, amidst his friends.

“Into the wild.” Your companion does not bother turning back. Back in the day, his lack of explanations and emotion used to irritate you infinitely. Today, you know why he does it. The less the Hobbits know, the better. Not long after, the halflings start whispering among themselves. You can hear what they are saying with your elf abilities, but seeing as they aren’t keeping very quiet, you’re certain Strider can too.

“How can we know these Rangers are friends of Gandalf?” Merry asks, rightfully suspicious.

“We have no choice but to trust them.” Frodo seems less anxious than he did the previous evening.

“But where are they leading us?”

“To Rivendell, Master Gamgee,” you answer over your shoulder, “to the House of Elrond.”

“You hear that?” Sam all but squeals, “Rivendell! We’re going to see the elves!” You bite back a scoff and share an amused glance with Strider. The Hobbits had been travelling with an elf for the better part of a day: you. You are reminded of your hood with a small gust of wind. They had only seen part of your face, which was why they didn’t know you were an elf yet.

You and Strider have to adjust your pace to the Hobbits’ little legs and general unfitness. When you stop for the umpteenth time, you suppress a frustrated groan. Strider sighs as he turns around, expecting to find the Hobbits hunched over, catching their breaths or complaining about the pain in their legs.

“Gentlemen,” he calls, “we do not stop ‘till nightfall.” Confused at his words, you turn around as well and let an amused smile grace your features. You find the Hobbits sitting on the ground, ruffling through their bags, clearly hoping to have a meal.

“What about breakfast?” Pippin asks, a confused frown on his face. “You’ve just had it.” You cross your arms over your chest, brows furrowed.

“We’ve had one, yes,” Pippin’s voice is conciliating. “What about second breakfast?” He raises an eyebrow. Strider sends the Hobbits a strange look before trudging off, continuing your journey. You shake your head with a small chuckle before following your companion.

“I don’t think they know about second breakfast, Pip,” Merry sighs as he slings his bag over his shoulders.

“What about elevensies?” Pippin splutters, “Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? They know about those, don’t they?”

“I wouldn’t count on it.” You feel sorry for the little creatures and throw each of them an apple you’d grabbed off a tree earlier.

When the cover of darkness starts instilling itself, you stop at the bottom of a hill. Remains of a tower still reside on its peak. “This was the great watchtower of Amon Sûl,” Aragorn speaks.

“We shall rest here tonight,” you state, walking up the hill. Weary from the trying day, the Hobbits lay down their bags and huddle together. You and Strider decide to take turns either keeping watch or scouting the base of the hill for possible threats. You start the first round and, after laying down your bag, being your stroll about the hill.

When a light catches your eye, you realize that the Hobbits had started a fire. Heart hammering inside your chest, you curse their ignorance and rush towards them. The flame goes out but when you perceive the shrieks of the Nine Riders, you know it’s too late. You see the Wraiths all but fly up the hill and push your legs to go faster, breaths coming out in quick, white clouds in the cold night. When you finally reach the top of the hill, you assess the situation before placing yourself between the helpless Hobbits and the Riders.

Knowing there was no time to fetch Strider, you pray he joins you soon as you pull out your sword. You jab at the monster the closest to you and slash at another. You narrowly dodge a blade, hearing your blood pump in your ears. You manage to keep them off for a little while before the Riders turn their attention to you rather than Frodo, who you were standing in front of. With all their blows aimed at you, you barely have time to dodge each hit. You realize with horror that it would only a matter of seconds before you were overpowered. Nine wraiths against one half-elleth, you stood no chance.

It's no surprise when you block a jab aimed at your neck and are suddenly pushed to the side. You fall to the ground with a grunt. A heavily armoured foot nearly crashes into your face, you just manage to roll out of the way in time. You push yourself to your knees, pulling out your dagger with a snarl before you’re picked up and thrown into the air.

What the-

The ground barely has time to look far away before it’s hurtling towards you. The scream you hadn’t been conscious of it cut off when you plummet into the ground with a harsh “thump”. You gasp, your breath having been knocked out of you. What feels like forever later, you’re greedily gulping in air, lying flat on your back. You groan in pain as you push yourself up, coming back to your senses. Suddenly, you feel everything. The pain in your skimmed knees, the large bruise on your hit, the cut in your cheek and your bruised and bleeding nose.

You painstakingly make your way up the hill again, clutching your most-probably bruised ribs. You push yourself to get there as fast as you can, but you are too late. When you reach the top of the hill, Sam is kneeling on the ground next to Frodo’s motionless body and Strider is trying to fight the Wraiths off. You’re at his side in a second, fighting with your dagger, your sword long forgotten.

You manage to fight four of the Riders off and set fire to the other five. Their screams would forever be etched in your mind. When the threat is no more, you hunch over, leaning on your knees, catching your breath. Strider puts a hand on your shoulder, panting.

“Are you alright?” he asks, concern lacing his tone as he takes in your injuries. He wipes at the blood on your chin, brows furrowed. You don’t have time to answer him as the Frodo’s cries of pain reach you both.

“Strider! Ira!” Sam panics, “Help him!”

Clutching your aching ribs, you kneel beside the Hobbit. You hiss as the pain in your knees as you examine the wound in Frodo’s chest. Strider picks up the blade the Hobbit had been stabbed with, but the blade turns to ash the second it’s picked up. He lets the hilt fall to the ground with a clatter. You share a knowing, worried look.

“He’s been stabbed by a Morgul blade.” Strider offers a rare elaboration for the Hobbits.

“This is beyond my skill to heal,” you turn to your companion, “He needs Elvish medicine.”

Strider nods and picks up Frodo, still groaning in pain. You resume your trek towards Rivendell more hastily than before. The Hobbits almost have to jog to keep up with your long, worried steps. You illuminated the path with a torch while Strider made sure Frodo didn’t fall off the horse you had brought along with you.

“We’re six days from Rivendell! He’ll never make it!” Sam voices your thoughts. Though you know he’s right, you don’t answer. Neither does Strider. Sam uselessly cries Gandalf’s name into the wind, and you set your jaw. That wizard would have some explaining to do when you’d next see him.

After a few hours, you stop walking at Strider’s command. As bags are being unpacked, you turn to Strider.

“Strider, if we want Frodo to have any chances of survival, we must continue to Rivendell.”

“That is far too dangerous. We’ve already walked enough during the night. Fire brings us unwanted attention,” argues Strider.

“It is the only way. This poison travels extremely fast,” you insist, taking a step closer to him. “We wouldn’t stop, and the Riders wouldn’t be able to catch up with us. It’s the better option.”

“Look at them!” Strider snaps quietly. “They are not made for this! They have about ten meals a day! You cannot expect them to walk continuously for six days! They are stay-at-home creatures; they are no Rangers! And even less are they Elves!” As the volume of his voice increases, the Hobbits start listening in on your conversation. They seem to really see you for the first time, without your hood and in the firelight. If they notice your elf traits, they do not comment. You feel your temper rising quickly.

“I am not relying on their strength, I am relying on their determination and love for their friend,” you spit before turning to the Hobbits: “We would barely stop. We’re running out of food and are being chased by Wraiths. Make your choice.” Merry and Pippin exchange panicked looks, unsure of what to say.

“Look, all I know is that we’re wasting time, here! We’ll ride!” Sam exclaims. You nod and send him a small smile. You admire his heart. You start picking up your things.

“This is your problem, Ira,” Strider hisses as you trudge past him, “You never think about the consequences!”

“I do think of consequences! Right now, the consequence to us continuing at this pace would be Frodo’s death! I am trying to avoid that!”

“And you would prefer three Hobbits to die instead?” “They can take it. However, I’m all ears if you have another solution,” you snap. He remains silent.

You stop three days later to rest for the night, despite your protests. You have enough knowledge of healing and medicine to know that Frodo will not survive much longer. You have come up with a solution, but you refrain from sharing it with Strider. You know he would not approve, and some things are easier without asking for approval. After making camp and waiting for the Hobbits to fall asleep, you tell Strider you would take the first guard. He nods. Things have been tense since your argument but neither of you are willing to back down.

Once you are sure he is asleep, you pack your bag with a small amount of food, making sure the other had enough left. You write a little note explaining your departure to Strider before mounting the horse and setting off. Just before you’re out of sight, you throw a twig at Merry. The young Hobbit shoots up and shakes Strider awake. Strider finds your note and shakes his head, pursing his lips.

You disappear into the night, unaware of the troubles ahead of you.

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verishere · 7 months ago

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After seeing you reblog and post about it, and also just because i’m in the mood for an info dump

Tell me anything about the LOTR/Hobbit series that’s really cool

If I told you anything that I think is really cool I'd be typing for several hours and then I'd remember a few more things over the oncoming years. I will instead tell you things that are cool until I am too tired to continue writing. I expect three thousand words minimum. And when you say "thats really cool" most of this is what I Find Really Cool, not what Most People Find Really Cool, so a lot of it might not be interesting. Remember, I'm a worldbuilder first, so Tolkien's worldbuilding is Really Cool, even if its in the small things. Also I have only read a few scenes of the hobbit (only whats neccessary to understand LOTR, so anything after the dragon's death and when Bilbo finds the ring) so I won't comment on that. Also this is pretty much entirely from memory. I have a copy of the Silmarillion, the Hobbit, and the LOTR all in one pdf on my computer but I don't care enough to fact check most of this, so if something is wrong its my memory and laziness' fault.

So first the connections to the Silmarillion are everywhere if you've read it. We have Frodo, when he accepted the ring, being compared to the highest elf friends of old, even Beren himself, by Elrond, which I say the highest praise Frodo received in the entire book and it was only for accepting the journey (aaaactually that's wrong, Elrond says if he succeeds he will be honored in such a way. He just says it RIGHT after Frodo accepts it). But that an obvious connection. Almost right after they leave Rivindell, they pass through what is now called Hollin, but that is once Eregion; for all we know, Frodo when Gandalf tells them where they are is standing in the place the three Rings of Power were forged (also I love that in that scene Legolas just goes "yeah those fuckos who lived here were strange and I don't get them" before saying that the rocks missed em now).

I just realized I was about to go over a list of several other places that were connected to the Silmarillion without any opinions so I wont now. What I love about it is the feeling you get while reading the LOTR that this is an old world. It seems sometimes like the problems they are facing are new, and the darkness Sauron spread was a new threat, because Frodo is the main perspective (ish) character, and he is a hobbit. The hobbits only once saw battle at all before Frodo left the Shire. But the ruins and relics show just how old the world is- they are living in a very, very old world, and as time goes on this fact becomes clearer. Gondor feels like an old, ancient kingdom when we are in Denethor's halls. Gondor is almost brand new in comparison to what came before it.

The only other connection to the Silmarillion I'll directly mention is the light of the Phial of Galadriel. That light is darker, weaker, and barely breathing by comparison, but assuming that it is undiluted by the other stars when Galadriel captured it from the star of Earendil, that is the undiluted light of the two trees of Valinor, the last of that light that lives in Middle Earth, save what exists in the Caliquendi's (which at this point is like three elves in total) eyes and what light shines from Eärendil's star. That phial is fucking incredible, and in fact after Frodo past into the West it should be placed in Aragorn's throne room in honor. (also when Frodo first receives it he sees Galadriel behind the light and she appears like a queen again, but fair now, not terrible. and. !!!)

Next the fact we don't see everything in LOTR? There's multiple plotlines we just Do Not See but that are hinted at and show us the world is actually still living and breathing- Tolkien wasn't just writing his main characters, every character was doing something. The son's of Elrond, for example, are some of the scouts who were why Frodo had to wait so long in Imladris- infact they were the scouts who were why he had to wait so long, as they were the last to return. We don't know what they were doing, except making sure the way is clear. I headcannon they did not find the way as clear as the Company found it, and they are the reason why it was as clear as they did, but it's not certain. Gandalf talks with Tom Bombadil near the end, and fuck knows what they are talking about. Even for the stuff we do eventually see its still clear the world was progressing behind the scenes; the scouring of the shire, the riding of the northern Rangers, the sons of Elrond being sent to join with them, the eagles arriving to rescue Frodo and Samwise, and so much more. The world was alive the entire way through, not just the parts that centered around the Company.

One of my favorite things about the book (its a singular book, fight me) is that Frodo was never strong enough to complete the quest. He failed, and there was no other path that would have prevented it. Had they walked faster and faced fewer enemies, he'd have failed. Had Boromir not failed himself, Frodo still would have failed. Had the company not split, he'd have failed. NOTHING could have succeeded, no one could have intentionally destroyed the One Ring, the idea of that was completely hopeless from the very begginning. The only possibility was the One Ring being destroyed by fortune, and it being in a position for misfortune to destroy it by the will of someone who could resist it juts long enough to get it there. That was the only way to do it. It's not a failure on Frodo's part, its the way he was made and the way the Ring was made. He actually did better than pretty much anyone else could have possibly ever done, and he did it with the help of a faithful servant who can see the light in any darkness.

So to end it I think my second favorite thing about the LOTR is one of the most commonly considered favorite things, that being that it is a story of small people- litterally and figuratively- entering into the deeds of kings and gods, and just fucking barely being what actually saves the world. The theme that the small people are who decide the fate of the world is incredible, and I wish it was demonstrated more in real life.

My favorite thing is, of course, the worldbuilding. What did you expect from me, a thematic element?

...Wow this was not even one thousand words, much less three thousand. Maybe I'm too tired to remember everything I would be talking about. It's almost two AM.

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