#lothiriel: general

[torchwood-99]

Eomer: How do I make a date really romantic?

Aragorn: Be mysterious.

Eomer: Okay!

*later, while on a date with Lothiriel*

Lothiriel: So where are we going?

Eomer: None of your fucking business

[slivensays]

[presidenthades]

omg do you have any LOTR fic recs? For some reason I don't know where to start with Middle Earth fics 😓

When I read Middle-earth fics, my focus is generally on The Hobbit movies and the Peter Jackson movies, with a smidgen of the LOTR books to fill in gaps that the movies didn't cover. My top 3 categories of LOTR fics are:

Female Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield

Eomer/Lothiriel

Boromir-centric

Fem!Bilbo/Thorin:

I Heard That Clan's All Trouble by Tawabids (fem!Bilbo raises Fili and Kili for a few years)

An Eye for Quality by Linelen (might be the most kudosed fem!Bilbo fic on AO3)

The Seedling by Chrononautical (miscommunication galore, very fun)

Where Wilder Hearts Roam by eveninglottie (WIP and hasn't been updated in years but so has a more…acerbic fem!Bilbo, if that makes sense, which is a pleasant change)

Hurricanes in Hertford, Hereford, and Hampshire by 61Below (quest to destroy the Ring gets fast-forwarded a few decades)

Boarding by Judayre (fem!Bilbo runs a boarding house)

The Mediator by Mynuet (fussy spinster fem!Bilbo at her best)

Take From Me My Lace by pibroch (modern AU where fem!Bilbo is a lingerie model, WIP that hasn't been updated in years but I LOVE it)

The Colour of Blackberries by talkfast (a more recent fic from 2023-2024)

Eomer/Lothiriel (some of which are on Fanfiction.Net; I like this ship because you get a lot of Post-War politics and diplomacy and rebuilding):

The Abduction of Eomer, King of Rohan by Lialathuveril (exactly what it says on the tin, my all time favorite Eomer/Lothiriel)

On the Wings of the Storm by Lialathuveril (Lothiriel goes to Rohan for refuge during the Ring War)

Yours to command by Lialathuveril (Lothiriel is blind)

Smoke & Mirrors by Lialathuveril (yeah there's a lot of Lialathuveril on this list)

Journey by DeandraAlleyan (Lothirel starts off very spoiled and has tremendous character growth)

Thunder & Lightning by Lady Bluejay (Lothiriel and Eomer hate each other at first)

Bound by Duty by Lady Bluejay (I get Goldverse!Jace vibes from this version of Lothiriel)

Reconciliation by Willow-41z (I also get Jace vibes from this version of Lothiriel, but maybe more Last Grief!Jace)

Boromir-centric/romance (not as many as I would like…might be some hidden gems on more LOTR-centric fanfic sites that I haven't found)

Under My Wing series by Edoraslass and just_ann_now (lots of kid!Boromir and kid!Faramir)

The Long Road Home by Scribblesinink (Boromir survives Amon Hen and goes on a character journey/quest)

The Long Way Home by Glasschmetterling (not to be confused with the previous fic; Boromir is rescued by a female Ranger)

Home With the Fairies by I_Mushi (THE BEST "girl falls into Middle-earth" fic that I can recall ever reading; very realistically done, going to have to do a reread soon)

The Traveller by roqueamadi (another Boromi/Female Ranger fic—somebody's gotta rescue that man from dying at Rauros, I guess)

Always Something Sings by cardigarden (WIP but updated fairly recently, another "girl falls into Middle-earth" fic but very different from Home With the Fairies)

Burn Like Cold Iron by Scyllas_revenge (that's right, another "girl falls into Middle-earth" WIP)

Yes I do have a soft spot for Boromir, no I won't apologize for it. :3

[hobbitwrangler]

First of all, I'm so glad you finally created a pinned Masterlist! <3 It makes catching up easier!

Secondly, since you've somewhat declared your specialization for Dol Amroth, would you mind if I picked your brain for headcanons regarding Lothiriel's three brothers? They will come up soon in both my Eomer and Boromir fics, and I don't really have anything developed for them. Haha!

I'm studying your takes on Ivriniel also, to see what I can borrow or draw inspiration from. :)

Thank you in advance, Ace!

I figured it was time for a Masterlist, so I'm glad that you find it helpful! :)

I am absolutely delighted at a chance to blather about one of my favourite Middle Earth families, and it's a good opportunity to get my thoughts on Lothíriel's brothers organised. (I am very flattered that you are studying my Ivriniel headcanons, even though I have a feeling that your and my versions of her are quite different XD! I must also mention these Ivriniel headcanons by @emyn-arnens which are fantastic and have absolutely influenced my own opinions on her.)

Elphir (T.A. 2987-Fo.A. 67):

The most religious of the siblings. Knows all the prayers/hymns to Ossë and Uinen by heart.

Looks out for all his siblings but he dotes on Lothíriel (he was already 12 years old when she was born). I imagine them having a Peter & Lucy Pevensie style relationship.

Erchirion and Amrothos both hated their first campaigns with him because he was sooo worried about both of them and constantly looking out for them. (it wasn’t like they were going to die, geez man!)

He comes off as gentle and romantic and a bit dreamy but when it comes to battle he flips a switch and becomes a killing machine (there is such a strong visual in my head of him in armour, his face absolutely slathered in blood (he bit someone)). (can you tell I am on the Imrahil’s family is a bit feral agenda?)

He’s the one who actually most looks like Finduilas.

He enjoys sailing immensely and would often take his siblings out on a small boat. This was at the start incredibly loud, involving lots of yelling at Erchirion to ‘stop playing with that’ and ‘Amrothos, why are you trying to tip your sister overboard?’ and ‘Lothíriel no, you cannot be in charge’ but by the time Lothíriel’s about eight they’ve got it down to a science.

His marriage, to one of Angbor’s nieces, was basically a political move to assure other noble houses/Gondor in general that the Prince of Dol Amroth believed that there was a future for his house/Gondor at large, although he was pretty optimistic about it given that his parents picked her because they got on really well. Then the niece in question proceeded to die, but by that point the marriage negotiations had gone too far for Imrahil to gracefully say no to Elphir marrying her younger, more ‘difficult’ sister.

He and his wife started the whole thing off with a series of massive fights but after a few months (and counselling sessions with his parents and aunt and an unhelpful letter from Angbor telling them to get it together), they calmed down and got on splendidly. So splendidly that he proceeded to become a father right at the point that everyone was becoming pretty sure that Gondor was doomed. I’ll just say that Alphros’ birth was met with a mixture of joy and apprehension.

After the war, he has a daughter (whom he names Finduilas, as is hinted at in White Blossom) and then twins, a girl and a boy.

Erchirion (T.A. 2990-Fo.A. 74):

The loud one. They’re all chatty given the opportunity and when they’re in a group they’re like a flock of seagulls but he is the loud one.

He’s also the one who looks best in his knightly armour.

The definition of: ‘He’s hot.’ ‘His boyfriend thinks so too.’ Isn’t as angsty about it as you might expect, given that Dol Amroth’s attitude to that sort of thing is a bit more relaxed than in some parts of Gondor (i.e. Minas Tirith & the south), but he keeps it fairly quiet, particularly given that a fair bit of the time he’s fighting alongside men from other parts of Gondor.

The best at fishing. He and Lothíriel spent a load of their time together when she was little hunting around rock pools for crabs and cool shells and stones.

Got into trouble a load as a child for stealing, pranks and generally causing trouble. Annoyed Denethor beyond belief (Ivriniel encouraged this).

He and Amrothos once got into trouble as teenagers for whaling on a man who insulted their beloved Aunt Ivriniel’s sexual habits. Their parents gave them the most tame telling-off any of them had ever experienced.

A talented musician and has a good voice, which is handy when you need some entertainment/a morale boost. Thanks to Derufin he knows a load of mildly treasonous ditties and thanks to Forlong he knows a load of NSFW songs and thanks to Angbor he knows a very rousing Lamedon chant about hacking apart Haradrim with a sickle, so he is truly a master of many genres. (I just know that there is some song in Gondor that starts with ‘the girls from Lossarnach’ and that you cannot so much as hum near your grandmother without getting your ears boxed)

Loved and very much looked up to his cousin Boromir, partly because Boromir once saved him when he almost got killed in a battle. Probably took his death the hardest of all his cousins.

The one of Imrahil’s sons who came closest to dying in the War of the Ring. In the defence of Minas Tirith, he lost an eye and got a massive scar on his face to boot.

Amrothos (T.A. 2994-Fo.A. 70):

He and Lothíriel used to have a bit of a difficult relationship since he rather enjoyed being the baby of the family and she not only tanked that but proceeded to get a lot of attention due to the fact that she was a girl (her mum had always wanted one and Imrahil also was very keen given the fact that he grew up with two sisters he adored) but by the time she got to be about 11/12 they’d mostly worked those feelings out and they grew very close.

He’s the quietest of the kids. But despite this fact he has a close network of friends (all nerds like him, as Erchirion would tell you). There was a scandal once over how close he was with a daughter of an important knight in Dol Amroth, but it was 100% platonic.

Beautiful, gorgeous hair. Also the tallest of the kids, beating Imrahil by a few centimetres.

The one who took to warfare the least. Lothíriel noticed this and whenever he came back home from a battle or being on campaign she’d sneak over to his room that evening and they’d hang out together.

Taught Lothíriel some basic hand-to-hand combat as it became more and more clear that things were going south. They had as much fun as they could, given the circumstances and, given Lothíriel’s love for teasing him, this was a fair amount.

The favourite of the castle cats. If you cannot find him at a function, he has probably wandered off and is currently sitting beneath 1-3 feline friends.

Likes jewellery and has a host of piercings in his left ear.

Gets on best with his Aunt Ivriniel due to their shared interest in poetry. He’s too asexual to really vibe with all her lectures on niche erotic poetry from 20th century Harad but she’s nothing if not willing to expand her horizons, so they bond over that. Finduilas used to read to Ivriniel sometimes while she worked in her garden and now Amrothos does that. He doesn’t say anything when Aunt Ivriniel randomly starts silently crying while weeding when he reads a specific book.

Learned the basics of a Haradrim language from Ivriniel and then proceeded to get better at it by interrogating prisoners taken from battles with the Corsairs of Umbar. Is his accent great? No. Does he understand any of the slang? Not a chance. Can he conjugate his verbs perfectly? You bet.

Thank you for the lovely ask and hope some of this is helpful! <3

[dreambigdreamz]

fanfic idea for future reference 😌 it’s a swanlake x eothiriel

This is completely rough draft and I have a lot to work on, but I just found it again amidst my profile from long ago and just had to keep it for sake. And maybe I’d like to share it too — especially @meluiloth because you so kindly tag me everytime but I am always lazy to do anything related to writing 🥲 this one’s in honour for you and all your kindness in tagging me.

So like, the latest one is a Swan Lake plotline where it will start off as a suspense story. (No one else would be reading this and it will be a long time when I finally write and any who read will have forgotten about it so I'm going in all spoilers yes?) Éomer visiting Dol Amroth, the seat of his new friend Imrahil, and when he goes on his solitary late night walks on the beach, he keeps sighting a mysterious silver figure dancing, yknow. And when he tries to follow her once, he sees that she vanished as she ran into the Palace Garden. Now this Palace Garden is the beautifullest of places with flowers, shrubs, and fountains. But there is a big golden cage too, and in it is a snow-white swan that the whole royal family seems to love so much. THAT SWAN IS LOTHIRIEL CURSED BY A WITCH AND HER SOUL WILL BE A SWAN UNTIL SHE FEELS THE LOVE OF A MORTAL MAN AND RETURNS THAT LOVE. 

Like, whenever a young man asked for her hand, she always refused and one young man went to ask help from the witch to make Lothiriel love him back but instead the jealous witch turned her into a swan and she now only has human form in the absence of daylight and ahhhhh

Very simple and plain, Iknow but. For some reason I'm so excited for it to play out. 

I mean, everything about Eomer is simple and plain but so beloved in my eyes 😍

Yeah like a sort of Beren and Luthien meeting. Very simple, but when made with care and love, it makes my heart burst eek I feel like what will hinder Lothiriel's falling in love with him is her being so foreign to that. For sixteen years she was kept safe under the watch of her spinster aunt and doesn't lift an eye at a young man unless her elders permittedly tell her so. So I'm sorry but this girl's mentality was wrecked very beautifully and she simply doesn't know how to handle love

And for the next six years she was a swan, so very very unused to human company in general. Lol me materialising introverts in a poetic way. I think you'll be onboard with that idea. I don't know about you, but I feel so frustrated that I want to go out and mix in with people but it's so difficult to let go of the old restraints that had been for so long.

AND YES HAHAHA I am so making her foreign to love, and even a sequel where, after they have already admitted to each other's love, the curse still isn't broken and she begins to suspect it's because her love for Eomer is really imaginary. She 'loves' him only because she wants to break the curse. She has never known what is love to actually realise what she is feeling is really love. She doubts it. And truly, yes, she is a little selfish and she begins to be scared she'll never love anybody truly and this curse is to be forever. And they set out on a quest to find a way to break the curse and on the way she finds out what it truly is to love someone selflessly, without expecting anything in return, to want someone to be happy even if it means without you in their life. 🤓🤓 I just had to go and add that bit of angst in.

Like the first fic could be called 'So this is Love' and will end as they admit their love. So it's an open ended ending for everyone, those who wants to have the happily ever after can stop there. But the second fic sequel is gonna be like 'What is Love' and will start off with her still turning into a swan even after everything. It does have a happy ending though, I just have this scenario in my mind that they're coming back from the sea on a raft and she runs throgh the water up the beach to her gasping parents, IN DAYLIGHT. She's human in daylight so it means the curse is broken!! And they just share a hug :) I have this quote 'No I've never loved anyone before. If my parents died, I'd cry, but only because I wouldn't know what to do with my life next. Only because I would feel so lost without them to take care of me.' And in the end she finds the true meaning of loving :))) Because, whatever it is, love is love, selfless or selfish. If you love someone, for whatever reasons, it is still love, isnt it?? But for her she's been trapped in the cage of her mind for so long, not trusting anybody in case 'it doesn't work out'. Like, most of my heroines they are scared because they've been hurt before. For her, she is imagining all the hurt that could happen and limiting herself from the joy that was possibly waiting. Ahhh me 😁😁😁

I feel like this is going to be my healthiest pairing yet. They both admit to their flaws in so honest a way and come to terms with their imperfections. Like they actually got to talk!!! The quest symbolises their journey to compatibility, yknow, learning more about each other, and not only that but adjust to each other's problems. For example, Eomer himself realises he did not expect some selfish outbursts from this angelic creature and realises he had fallen in love with her shadow instead, her beauty and dancing in the twilight. He soon learns a lot more about her and learns why she is this way and also like why she is selfish and how to remedy that (she hoards up her favourite cakes all to herself and threatens him not to touch them).But that is bc she has been brought up privileged and not had any contact with anybody outside the world that she doesn't know how to fit in.

I'm so proud of it. 

Like first, you fall in love with someone for their outside. Then you have to endure and try to get to know their inside and then once you know what they are like, it is up to choice to try and get along or leave then. I think that's the three crucial steps to love :] And only after that, can you attest whether that love is 'true' as in compatible for the long run.

Yeah! I need a real life 🫠

Eomer’s flaw is chiefly that he takes things at face value because that’s how he was brought up. The Rohirrim doesn’t have much disguises and are straightforward and honest, you know. And he takes it that way. And when he first saw Lothíriel, that was the case: he took her to be a beautiful creature, a heavenly being. He has to learn the depths and layers of everything. 

And like, one incident is when he’s to leave the next day and asks if she’d wish him to return some day. She says, what would it change if she wish or not? That he’d try to come back at all cost if he knew she wished for it. She starts saying something like ‘But I could tell you that I wish for you to never come back here again. Would that prevent you from doing so?’ 

‘It would.’ 

Startled, she asks ‘Why?’ 

‘Because you said so.’ 

‘But I could be wishing something entirely different and may voice something else because of . . . propriety. And I am only saying this for example, mind you. Would you still take it at face value of what I said, when you probably know it to be otherwise?’ 

‘Yes.’ 

‘Then you are disregarding my— the person’s genuine wish?’ 

‘No. Though you may be wishing something different, I respect the decision you made to not speak of that wish. For whatever reason you thought it fit to keep your true feelings a secret, I will have to respect that decision of your mind that chose to not tell me your wish.’

Is this too cheesy—

I’m sorry I’m so proud of this atm tho

please let me know what you think 🥹🥹

[sonxofxgondor]

@tcbefearless asked: 'not a pretty description, but it suffices '

Sentence Starters: Agatha Christie! \\ Lothiriel

Colored to cedar both in eye and hair, the rays of brunette warmed to traits more familial than distant. Born of a countenance that Boromir could recall without strain, the lineaments from the branch of Imrahil, the side of his mother and her complexion. Kindness felt from the mere presence of her - the touch from the hand of Lothiriel - silver wrapped around her finger. No more a child but rather a woman married, the bride of Eomer and the Queen of Rohan. Proud and generous, diplomatic was what the court had dared to call their reunion, her and Boromir beneath the White Tree. A council of relations between the peoples made whole again; the Steward and the Queen. Commanders to the worries of their own kind, as unakin to cousins as could be, the very least in family happiness. Conversation free from the concerns of political negotiation, however, Boromir relished in her company, the taste of sweetened tea and baked treats.

Cup hot to the grasp still, corners of the mouth coated lightly in shortbread cookie crumbs, stories and tales were shared between the pair as if no time had passed. Battle victories and the spoils of war; the promise of good harvest and bountiful flowers come to bloom. All the land reborn, made anew come the end of Sauron, life from it better than before. More ample, the dreams that Boromir had hoped would come to pass come the finish of his journey, the battle against his woes. A wish granted from the heavens above; the prayers that had become answered, the skies over Gondor never to be darkened in the name of misery again. Boromir could find pleasure in his peace. Harmony in the lack of tension, serenity in the chance to be able to breathe without having to look over his shoulder. Boromir could take his happiness completely. Selfishly, with both hands, fingernails sunk deep into, smile that could go for days and days.

Choosing his next victim upon the tray brought to them both by the cook, a glass so clear that not a sole speck of dust dared to corrode, Boromir chewed into a second cookie. Soft and able to melt from the first touch of the tongue, chocolate chips and brown sugar, a delight that was addictive, temptation that gave reason to almost taking a third so soon.

"Had I not known you, dear cousin, I would have sworn you were one of my Gondor soldiers upon the battle field!"

Boromir grinned, cleaning his fingertips with the cloth provided, ivory then stained tawny, the slight smear of chocolate. "Do remind me, you are speaking about the birth of one of your horses, yes? Gorgeous creatures, aren't they? Your husband has promised to show me some of Rohan's best the next time I come to visit. I plan to hold the both of you to that! Oh! Lothiriel! It has been so good to see you. I have missed you so. It seems only yesterday you were following Faramir and I around, trying to best us at sword-play. You were always very skilled - and I do mean that. But now... now you are a queen. As beautiful and as smart as always, if not more so. My cousin, I feel so terribly old! Where has all the time gone to?"

[scyllas-revenge]

Writer Goal Ask List! (Please and thank you!)

🤔 Are there any new characters you want to write about?

🥵 Any plans to write steamy or spicy content this year?

I mean, I'll read anything you write, but these are BIG QUESTIONS. ;)

Oooh thank you for the ask 🥰

🤔 I’m not sure there are any characters I want to write for that I’ve never written at all- maybe Lothiriel if I ever decide to take on an Eomer/Lothiriel fic? But otherwise I’d love to focus on more characters I’ve only written little bits of here and there, like Aragorn and Gimli and the hobbits. More fellowship fics in general

🥵 Oh I definitely want to write more spicy stuff next year! I just need some good ideas and self confidence lol

[dalleyan]

Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Reason posted, 2-24-24)

Lothiriel defies speculation as to why she married Eomer (Romance, Family)

(late June, 3020 III – Minas Tirith)

“Lothiriel! My dear, how are you?”

Eomer felt his bride stiffen beside him at the greeting booming at her. Turning, he spotted an overprimped woman sweeping in their direction. She wore far too much rouge on her cheeks, and both her clothes and hair were…excessive, to say the least.

She pulled Lothiriel into an embrace, kissing in the general direction of her cheek but without actually touching it. “I am so very put out with you for not delaying your marriage until I could attend. Or, better still, you should have held it here where it would have been more convenient,��� the woman chastized, and Eomer lifted a brow at her ridiculous remark.

Now the woman turned to eye him, and her gaze was less than chaste. Though her study made him uncomfortable, he was not about to let her see his discomfiture, so he adopted a confident, bold stance in response to it. “Mmmmm, now I see why you were in such a hurry that you did not wait for me! You would not want to let that get away, now would you, dear?”

It was one of the few times Eomer had ever seen Lothiriel flush red, though he thought it resulted more from anger than embarrassment. It would be interesting to learn what exactly was going on here.

continue reading on AO3:

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/54044257/chapters/136819618)

[melnchly-a]

@abrazimir didn’t ask for this (and is under no obligation to continue it) but i just absolutely had to: 

          one of the green ribbons is winding through her fingers, chin cupped in the palm of her other hand. she isn’t moping, though there is a downward tilt to her mouth, a pensive furrow to her brow. had she not been doing everything right? had she not all but proclaimed to all of gondor (surely to all of dol amroth!) how she felt, and yet... 

          she sighs, turning her gaze from ribbon to open window (sunlight and the roar of the sea beyond) and then to her cousin, something plainly on her mind although she does not speak it - not yet. another moment, and then another, and then: “boromir?” her cheeks have warmed already, a blush she can feel, and it catches the words in her throat before she can speak them. it had been as bold a thing as she had ever done, this step, and now she finds herself doubting it, nearly regretting it. her voice is soft and small and so unsure: “have i made a fool of myself?” 

[starsspin]

can you imagine amrothos just constantly being picked on by his older brothers, and then lothiriel comes along and he’s like finally im not the youngest, except nothing changes, if anything it gets worse skdjghdg

[starsspin-a]

also mereliss, elanoreth and lothiriel’s ( @melnchly ) children were all raised together, thus were childhood and lifelong friends, and no one in this world can tell me otherwise

[torchwood-99]

From your Thematic Headcanon ask game:

hc + 😡 for a headcanon about something that makes them angry

I totally LOVE stuff to get angry about! And I’m having a chaotic day, so it feels fitting!

Oh yes here we go!!!!

Eomer

People who abuse women. His love for Eowyn and his inability to save his mother instilled him early on with a fierce hatred of people who mistreat women. A hatred that goes beyond rationality sometimes, if he sees someone treat their wife or daughter harshly he will act first, think later, barging in on the situation without considering the ramifications of his actions, and how his interference could cause harm. That said, in the aftermath, once his rage has cooled, he always tries to help in a constructive way as well. This results in several laws for the protection of wives, daughters and other female kin being passed in his day.

People making fun of his beard. Stealing this headcanon, @konartiste, because of his Numenorean blood, it took Eomer longer to grow a beard than his peers, and even after it grows in it's not so naturally lustrous as theirs. He spends hours trimming it and brushing it to give it volume, and he can't grow it too long because it comes in patchy.

People who mistreat horses. Needs no further elaboration.

Eowyn

Feeling boxed in, confined, mollycoddled, overlooked, underrated, left out, overworked, exploited or generally done shit by because of her sex. Not a headcanon just canon but it's such a pressure point (rightfully so) it has to be said.

Being sick. She hates being sick. Her relationship with her body is fraught, because on the one hand she has suffered from being relegated to certain roles because of her gender, with the onset of puberty in particular hailing a stronger enforcement of gender roles in her life, but through training and effort she has been able to give her body a great deal of strength and skill, and so any feeling of "weakness" causes her to feel like her body is betraying her. Her periods are actually quite irregular, but when they come they can be truly painful, and this she hates above all else. Working as a healer makes her more forgiving of her own weakness, and her marriage to Faramir, who never treats her as less because she is a woman, (and introduces her to a lot of fun stuff her body can do and feel) makes her more at peace with her sex, but her monthlies still cause her a fair bit of frustration, as it really does dredge up the worst feelings she has about sex and weakness. Her first period itself was pretty traumatic, without a mother or female relative to help her through it. With her mother and aunts all dead, and her entry into womanhood being marked with blood and pain, womanhood seems interconnected with suffering and death, and it takes her a long time to put that all into perspective.

Impractical shoes. She hates shoes that pinch or have high heels. She hates any female specific fashion that significantly impedes movement or comfort. If it's inflicted on men and women alike, she can stomach it (like high collars on formal occasions) but anything that singles women out for discomfort/lack of mobility is her sworn enemy.

Also, side-saddles. Absolutely detests them. Side-saddles at the end of the third age, beginning of the fourth age, are the ones that have women sit entirely facing the side, and give women riders significantly less control over their horse than front facing saddles. Lothiriel's time as queen sees the development of more practical side saddles, that allow women decent control over their horses, which Eowyn grudgingly accepts, but still holds in dislike. She actively fights against Rohan adopting them for widespread use, because the reasons for women riding side-saddle (to protect their chastity) is an attitude she rightfully sees as harmful to women. As a result of her influence, the side-saddle comes to be seen as a fashion accessory, to show off a lady's gown on formal or ceremonial occasions, and women for the most part ride astride for sport and day to day use.

Faramir

Intellectual debates. He says he's always up for an intellectual debate, he says he loves discussing ancient texts and laws and poetry, but in truth he can't stomach people having different ideas to him, whether it be philosophy, history, art etc... He tries to play it cool, and when someone says something wrong, he is happy to explain to them why they are wrong. But if they insist on being wrong, it sends him into a cold, hard fury. He maintains decorum in front of them, but then rants for hours to Eowyn about it afterwards. The thing is, he usually is right, and usually the people disagreeing with him are wrong and wilfully so, but nonetheless, it makes him a little tiresome. When he actually is wrong, and it's explained to him, he takes it on board with good grace. It's just most of the time, he's in the right, so it makes him come across as intolerant of other people's views.

People underestimating his wife. He knows that under Eowyn's proud veneer, she suffers from self-esteem issues, and he gets very angry at people dismissing her or overlooking her, because he knows it causes these issues to flame up. Also, he thinks she's absolutely amazing, and as we've established, he struggles with people having different opinions

He can camp out in absolutely filthy conditions, and put up with dirt and blood and grime as part of being a soldier, but at home and in court life, he likes things neat an orderly. He's actually a bit precious about his fine clothes, and if there's a smudge or a stain, it bothers him like an itch until it's sorted out. Eowyn sometimes teases him by wearing her coronet at an angle, and watching him resist the urge to straighten it for her. (She likes it when he does, because he's very gentle when he does it, and takes the opportunity to run his fingers through her hair.)

[melnchly-a]

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⪻ @melnchly​​ : lothiriel ⪼      —       plotted starter  

his head bows forward –yet again– as if beneath the burden of a heavy crown, in greeting to another passing courtier. none, however, can be found atop his head. he refuses to adorn one, for grief is far too fresh upon his mind akin to a bleeding, aching wound that cannot heal. such an act against his uncle, not yet entombed with their forefathers, would be heinous. almost a betrayal.

nonetheless, his people, specifically the counsel of elders, urge him to; he is the newly uncrowned king of the mark, and to cavort about without proper officiality is just as abhorrent to their traditional ways. a compromise then: his coronation is to be held after Theoden-King’s funeral. it is something the elders cannot readily balk at, and the least they can be patient for.

the amount of responsibility is daunting; however, the waiting is what ails him most. a rope steadily tightening upon his throat is the sensation he feels when he ponders over the prospect: he is not ready to be king. yet, he would not have another take his place. it is his right, even if the nonexistent heft of the impending crown is too much to bear at present…

sudden strumming strings of music interrupt his reverie.

standing between a pair of columns within the great hall, he shifts uneasily. stiff fabrics adorn his great frame; each stitch is elaborate and fetching to the eye - such flamboyancy is something he is unused to. the threading is soft and light against his skin, as if he wears a tunic spun from water. he is highly uncomfortable.

the proceedings of a great wedding feast carry on about him; his comrade in arms and the newly crowned king of the reunited kingdoms, Aragorn, sat captivated with his attention completely set upon his wife, Arwen. the sight of the pair inspires the beginnings of a smile to finally grace his lips.

hazel eyes dash away, taking in the courtiers cavort about the room. such festivities do little to distract him; in fact, he finds himself upon another battlefield… aside from their pressure to bear the weight of the crown, the elders’ constantly insisted before he left that he find a proper lady to settle with in the White City. the smile remains upon his lips, but lessens as pair of noble ladies giggle behind their fans at the sight of him. the king of a fell people he may be, but a king he still is… such women only want his title; it is easy to glimpse the greed within their pretty gazes.

taking a step back, Éomer maneuvers behind the pillar. he finds himself relaxing in his brief respite of solitude… however, the whisper of skirts upon the stone floor quickly rid him of it; another approaches from behind.

shoulders tense. his mouth is a thin line, set with derision as he pivots upon his heel. stress from everything within his life grasping for his throat and squeezing, and the appraising glances of the women about him, as if they were purchasing a stallion, rid him of all decorum. expression dour, he cannot help the vehement impatience that seeps into his tone, ❝  I must apologize, I am in no mood to sashay across the floor in dances I am unfamiliar with.  ❞ hazel clashes with gray. ❝  I insist you find another partner, my lady.  ❞ he all but spits her title out as if ridding himself of a disgusting taste.

          sheltered and protected she had always been, the youngest and the only princess in her family’s bevy of sons. a prince’s daughter, well-loved, ever-happy. and still, despite the title and rank to which she had been born, never had she been spoiled, never raised to expect from others the same behaviors some high-born ladies had been born to expect. (long had her father spoken mournfully of the ways in which the lord and ladies of gondor had made little kingships for themselves, dressed themselves in gems and titles in the absence of a king. (and all of this more important even than the fact that she had never liked the pull and tug of crowds, the endless repetitions of polite conversation that made her wish for nothing more than a quiet room, a book, a window-seat to curl up upon.) 

           all of which was but to say she did not know what she had done to so upset the king of rohan by a simple question, and the surprise and mild hurt of it shows in her eyes, replaced in a moment by a flash - - quick and bright as lightning on the sea - - of anger, there then gone. her father and her brothers had convinced her at last that she should ask the king of rohan to dance, had noticed how alone he seemed here on the fringes of the crowd. had known what loss and newfound responsibility had been set upon his shoulders, thought perhaps she (and how laughable this was, now!) could help him feel just a little less alone. it was the polite thing, the right thing, she was the closest thing that gondor had to a princess for so long, it was only fitting - - - that she should be the one to approach a new-made king. and all for this? 

          but she is her father’s daughter, and though something in her quails at the tone of his voice, her pride will not allow her to turn and flee the way her feet seem to wish. she is her mother’s daughter, raised to know each courtesy and each response. (and he, she reminds herself, is in a strange land beneath a strange new title, watching the wedding of a new king to a new queen, all beneath the shroud of loss and loss and more loss again.) 

            “i beg your pardon, éomer king,” she says, her voice all softness despite the strike to her pride. “i did not mean to cause offense in asking a friend of my father’s to dance.” (does he know who she is, she wonders now? does he know whose daughter she is? that her father is the man who had fought beside him beneath the banners of ship and swan?) she knows nothing of the ladies whose possessive gazes had found him, whose ambition had put more longing in them for crowns and titles than for anything else - - - she has the only title she has ever even thought to want, is not searching for another.) a pause as she considers him, shyness in her gaze when it turns away. “if you seek to find respite from the festivities, there is a garden hidden upon this level of the city. few go there, and you would be unbothered.”

[dreambigdreamz]

Inside the brain of a writer

(me talking to myself)

the mental process of writing a smut fic

the usual warnings ofc proceed with caution.

wheee i’ve been reading some ahem hotd stuff ahem and i think i can pull off my very own as well 🌚🌚🌚

yass eomer and lothiriel’s wedding nighttt

actually no i’d die writing

for many reasons

julie write a sample for me please

should i just ai generate this

oh loth why on earth would you say that

quick, make her drown another flagon of wine to avoid the embarrassment 

BAHAHAHA i’m 6k word count and not yet halfway guysss

NO BROTHER YOU CAN’T READ THIS

because lothiriel is undressing eomer 🫢

*hysterical giggles as the world dissipates internally*

what on earth am i saying to a 11-year-old

shit he’s taking up the discussion

he says eomer should be allowed to undress himself to show ‘manly’ independence

shut the f up kid you don’t know anything about the romance of unbuttoning and revealing the man’s body

“stahp ahaha i can’t imagine it i’d DIE”

*dies for three months before guilty sense kicks back your arse to continue working on the wip*

drag myself through the shit like it’s no big deal

eomer without armour 💗💗💗

eomer without shirt 👀🥹🫢🌚🤡

should i or should i not put a full description of his… 

nope 

KEEP IT POETIC NOT GRAPHIC

will there be a blowjob

but i won’t know how to describe how it tastes so no

functioning on the last single braincell

once read a headcanon saying eomer will give you no less than 3 o’s and i stand by that

is ‘reverberate’ smth to do with vibrations or vertebrates

his voice being deep and gruff his voice being deep and gruff his voice being deep and gruff HIS VOICE—

what does ‘convulse’ mean

could i maybe find a use for it to be included in the writing, even though i don’t know what it means?

i mean, i’ve seen it written but never bothered searching up 

gets up in the middle of the night to search up thesaurus

“TREPIDATION” IS SUCH A NICE WORD inCLudE iT iN By aLL meAns

….if only i gave half the effort for my academics…..

if he gives her oral, remember to get him to wipe off his mouth before he kisses her again because

you don’t know what it tastes like 

+ somewhat disgusting and shameful (ahh little purist me)

“did you finish your smut fic lol”

“haha nearly! was up till one am last night writing it” (i normally sleep at 8 pm)

“he’s penetrating her now ehehe”

*deletes last message*

keep your purist virgin opinions out of this and Let Them Have Fun!!!!

how long does it take a candle to burn out

“would you like to read what i have gotten so far 👉👈”

no lothiriel would never think the act “sickening” KEEP YOURSELF OUT OF THIS

YES YES YES KEEP THE CLASSICAL ROMANCE ALIVE YOU ARE SUCH A POETIC WRITER DID ANYBODY TELL YOU HAHA 😇 

but also the tension, don’t undo the tension all at once

DONT LET THEM FALL IN LOVE OVER ONE NIGHT WHAT SOAKING IDIOT ARE YOU

it takes time, it has to take time 

so no

make it an awkward messy ordeal

you are a most horrifying author, you deserve to go to hell three times over WHAT WAS THAT FOR

i know

how do i describe what his hands are doing

like one is doing smth while the other is another—

or keep it simple?

how big and strong he is x300 sentences

he’s gotta have big brown eyes / be able to satisfy / he’s gotta be big and strong / enough to turn me onnnnnn (the angelic choir version please)

his eyes turning into dark orbs 👀 a glint of dangerous light ahahahahahahahahah 

*descends into madness*

god save my soul 

no no Snow you got it wrong bby

there are no whores and sluts here

be horny without guilty

you might actually make some money out of writing this one day

big ambitions >>>

in the meantime enjoy yourself 

but seriously dude

wouldn’t he crush her bones if he collapsed on top of her

REWRITE EVERYTHING

first go and scroll through tumblr again

and spiral down into the sinful one-shots and take inspo from the masters

BUT THE AGONYYYYY (cuz u barely crawl out alive after these little visits onto that side of tumblr)

or shld i just post it and pretend nothing’s the matter and let it be and delete this entire post on making a fuss out of as tiny a thing as writing smut

fuck it i’ll go solve some mathematics

p.s. make eomer considerate at all times

p.p.s. you need to seriously decide between making lothiriel either an innocent angel or a coldhearted bitch MAKE UP YOUR MIND 

because i feel for the poor guy if she keeps acting hot n cold like this 

woe is me, the writer

i declare nobody suffers it as i do

but what if there was a toad in the bed as a prank from amrothos

[ihaveastorminme]

‘In his face a shining light’ is a fic I reread every time with the same love and every time it brings me to tears. It’s a work of art

[theemightypen]

Too Wise to Peaceably Woo Chapter 32

“Ah, Torfrith,” Ordlac cries above the din, grinning widely, “I knew you would come around to the princess’s idea!"

That sets off an even louder round of outbursts until a red-faced Torfrith and a smug Ordlac explain: before her departure, sweet, generous Princess Lothiriel had spoken to them--informally, of course, never overstepping her bounds as a diplomatic guest, Prince Imrahil had raised at least one conscientious, practical child--about such a trade arrangement. A line of communication and trade between Rohan, the Dunlendings, Gondor, and Umbar--even far away Dale, though that was an addition from Ordlac himself--so that each represented country could turn to the others for wanted or needed resources not found within their own borders. Terms would have to be agreed upon by representatives from all involved, of course, but should such a solution come to pass, imagine the benefits!

Bema, help him. Eomer had not thought it possible to be more smitten with her, and yet here he stands, bowled over by her kindness, her cleverness. Again. 

“You had better marry her quickly, sire,” Eothred says, smirking even as Eomer turns a fierce look on him, “or half the council might petition for her hand themselves if only to have unlimited access to that mind of hers, let alone everything else--”

“It is a queen who would suggest such a thing in the first place,” interrupts Erkenbrand, correctly reading Eomer’s murderous expression at the mention of Lothiriel’s everything else , “and a queen I suspect she will be, ere long.” 

If only Eomer had some way of knowing when Imrahil and Lady Dejah will read his letter! 

But that is a worry for a later time, once he has marshaled his eored and apologized for the hundredth time to Eowyn, for giving her cause to worry for him this close to her wedding. 

Yes, after that, he can contemplate the idea of Lothiriel Queen with something approaching cautious optimism. He will need something hopeful to think about during his long ride to the West Mark. 

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