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what's the first movie you remember seeing in theaters? don't try and be all edgy and cool and say like tetsuo: the iron man. be honest.

Go!!

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rest a little while //   erik lehnsherr & gender-neutral reader

Summary: Reader is tired and injured, Erik takes care of them. The details of the relationship are left entirely up to interpretation; I originally wrote this with a parental relationship in mind (dadneto, my beloved) but could just as easily be romantic or friendly. It's just floof for a bad day. Rating: general Relationships: erik lehnsherr/reader or erik lehnsherr/reader Warnings: minor injury, nudity

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YOUR EYES HAVE LONG SINCE FLUTTERED SHUT and your mind has filtered out the sound of worried voices and movement all around. You'd only barely made it home, collapsing on the floor the moment you knew you were safe. It's not that you're dying. You aren't even bleeding out. The worst wound you have is the one on your thigh, which you'd already patched as best you could. More than anything else, it's the aching. You'd fought for so long, and so hard. Until your limbs were trembling, pushing yourself to the last dredges of exhaustion. And then you'd still had to drag yourself home.

The world comes back into focus as you feel an arm slide beneath your shoulders, and then another slips beneath the back of your knees. You're lifted into strong arms, hanging there limply. Could you move? Maybe. If you had to. But you don't have to. You finally have a chance to rest.

Your head lolls and falls against a chest. You nuzzle into it slightly - a soft cotton shirt atop a warm body. It smells nice. Freshly washed. You can feel the rhythm of footsteps as you are carried shift, becoming heavier as you go up a staircase. With your eyes still closed, you aren't paying attention to the world around you, but you recognize the path towards your bedroom anyway.

It doesn't take long to realize who's carrying you. It's Erik, of course. He seems as calm as ever from what you can tell of his actions and the few words exchanged after your collapse at the doorstep. But you know better than to assume he's truly okay. You're sure you've worried him sick. You guess he simply isn't going to tear into you just now, not when you're already so hurt and so tired.

At some point, the world tilts again and you feel Erik put you gently on your feet. He stays close, holding you to his chest, letting you lean your weight onto him so you don't have to stay upright without support. He says your name, softly but firmly, calling your attention to him.

"You're tired," he announces as if that isn't obvious. "Sleep now, or can you handle a quick shower?"

Right. Because you're covered in dirt and blood. It would be an uncomfortable sleep if you didn't pass out as soon as you hit the pillow, which you suspect you will. But the idea of being cleaned off and tucked away is tempting. Maybe . . . maybe you have just enough energy left to make sure you're not worsening the risk of infection in the little cuts and scrapes scattered across your body.

The bathroom is only a few steps away. Erik walks you in and wordlessly taps your arms to get you to lift them, pulling up your shirt. You feel quite small as he dutifully gets you out of your ruined clothing, supporting you with an arm around your waist as you step out of your bottoms. It doesn't feel strange to be naked, though it should. Perhaps it's the way Erik seems almost clinical, acting the role of a nurse, not at all awkward or hesitant as he helps you, though he does make sure to support you in places that aren't uncomfortable to touch. The bathroom tile is cool against your bare feet as he takes off your shoes and socks, and the ache there is made stronger, almost painfully cramping, but the pain soothed.

You are gently set against the sink as if you are a piece of fragile furniture as Erik turns the faucet and tests the water. The pressure sounds strong and you can feel the warm steam beginning to fill the room as he takes you back against his shoulder, letting you use him as a support.

The step into the shower is large but easy, as all you really need to do is lift your leg and lean against Erik and he maneuvers you in the right way to get you inside without hurting you or causing you strain. The thought hits you that he's probably been like this countless times before, alone. Covered in blood, injured, and having to drag himself into the shower, or home into bed. Perhaps that's why he seems to know so well how to help.

The water is warm but not too hot as you step one foot and therefore half of yourself into the pressurized stream of it. You can feel your muscles relaxing as the water washes over you, melting the stress away. The ache worsened by the cold tile floor slinks off, softened by the warm water streaming over your feet and towards the drain. Part of you remains outside of the beloved warmth, and that part shivers. You're eager to get under there as soon as possible.

The second step is harder. Your body weight is leaned against Erik, it's hard to push yourself upright without him. You try it, but you don't manage to finish before Erik moves, interrupting your effort. As soon as he sees you struggling, he steps into the shower too. He's behind you, then, pulling you back against him to rest against his chest. You watch the fabric of his shirt turn darker as half of him is soaked through in seconds. He's still fully clothed, wearing jeans, shoes, even, but he doesn't seem concerned with his hair falling flat and the water dripping down half of him like he's just entered a downpour. He just shifts to better support you and helps you lift yourself into the water. A hand lifts and brushes through your hair, petting it back and away from your face. Silently, he begins gently washing the blood and dirt away.

You do not have to move anymore. The thought hits you that Erik is here, holding you, and you don't think you even have to try to stand - he would probably just carry you down to the shower floor, wouldn't he?

You sink back against him, letting your full weight rest there, your knees sagging. Erik doesn't falter. There is a slight shift as an arm is wrapped around your waist. The other keeps gently washing your hair, kneading the mess out of it. He carefully uses his thumb to wet your dirtied cheeks and forehead and let that wash away, too. It's difficult, but you raise your hands to help, washing away the parts that are more intimate to touch as Erik washes your hair and your back, holding you upright. Minutes pass in careful, caring silence as you are tended to, aided.

You feel half asleep already as Erik carefully guides you to rest with your back against the shower wall. Little scrapes and cuts have been carefully washed, but there is the wound on your thigh - you had torn an old shirt to bandage the damned thing, done your best to stop the bleeding with what you had, but the sweat and filth have turned that old shirt brown, dangerous to use as a bandage. You lean against the wall of the shower as Erik unties the cloth. His touch is gentle but firm as he washes the wound. it stings, it really does, but he is quick, and you're sure it's much safer now than it would have been before.

The warmth has sunk into your bones. You feel clean, finally, free of sweat and blood and whatever else. Erik's shirt is as soaked as you are, only a small part of his leg kept safe from the shower's downpour. He helps you out of the shower step by step. Before the cold air can set in, you are wrapped in a large, fluffy towel. Another is used to dry you off so you aren't dripping like he is.

There is another long and yet short walk, a handful of steps out of the bathroom and into your room that feels like a lifetime. You are set against the dresser, toweled and warm. Erik lifts your arms once more to pull a warm sweater over your head, then pulls your towel away to help you step into underwear and pajamas.

You are impossibly sleepy. Perhaps you've been nodding off in the interim as Erik has been taking care of you. Finally - finally - Erik does not bother with making you walk. He lifts you up into his arms to carry you over to your wonderful bed, the mattress soft and waiting to swallow you and guide you into blissful slumber. You sink into it as you are laid down upon it. The warm and gentle seems to surround you, holding you like sunlight on a warm summer day. It feels as though you have been half asleep for hours already. Like a dream.

It is the easiest thing in the world to slip away into rest, eyes fluttering closed against the pillow only seconds after being put down. You do not stir as Erik pulls your blankets up over you, tucking you in. You are not aware of it as he brushes his hand over your cheek, looking down at you with worry and care in his eyes. Perhaps you feel a distant touch as he leans down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, petting your hair back.

He sits on the edge of your bed for a short while, watching you doze and worrying, as you thought he was, though he's barely said a thing all night. you know someone is likely to be chewed out sometime soon, but tonight, all is peaceful.

Erik squeezes your shoulder ever so gently as he finally stands, turning off the lights and quietly, the door clicks shut behind him.

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i have had zero spoons for quite a while now and i do not have the brain to make a fancy post for it yet but i shall put this here

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62825284

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A Bond in Silence

↳ A Bond in Silence, Boromir x G!N Reader ↳ Requested by @wormsmith Word Count: 1.8k TW: slight angst, hurt/comfort, nothing too crazy A/N: My dear friend, thank you for your patience! I know it took a while but it's finally here! I am really hoping that you will enjoy it! As I hope that others will as well! 𓋼𓍊

The sight of him made your heart ache. Weariness appeared to have etched its lines into his face permanently, a furrowed brow now set in stone. The previously hopeful glimmer in his eyes had now turned almost crazed with desperation. You understood his burden only all too well, having lived through it yourself. In another life, in another place that no longer was called home.

Your eyes followed Boromir’s frantic pacing from where you sat perched upon a log next to the small campfire, the crackling flames warming your tired bones after a long day’s journey. The camp was veiled in heavy silence, the tragic passing of Gandalf still lingering in the hearts of the Fellowship, doubts of what would now become of their quest weighing heavily on their minds. Even the hobbits – ordinarily a chattering and merry gang – had become increasingly withdrawn as your journey progressed.

The Fellowship was quiet, barely a dozen words exchanged since you had made camp not too far from the riverbank. The trees provided you with enough cover, and the short distance to the river ensured a quick getaway should the need arise. By the company’s reckoning, you were safe for the night to come.

It was your turn to stand guard and keep a watchful eye for the enemy while the rest slept. You didn’t complain, your sleep had long turned restless and plagued with nightmares too dreadful to ever be spoken about out loud. Vivid dreams that showed a time long gone but never forgotten or forgiven, a family that no longer was among the living. A marble city, once splendid and vast, filled with finery and riches, songs and music – now brought down to a pile of rubble, forever silent where not even ghosts would care to dwell. Was that to be the fate of the White City of Gondor too?

Before your thoughts could drift any deeper into the black pit of heart-wrenching memories, the sound of quiet footsteps caught your trained ear, pulling you out from the horrors of the past and back to the bleakness of your present. You cursed yourself for your reckless behavior – allowing your mind to drift when it had to remain sharp and focused - and counted yourself lucky that the soft and measured steps belonged to your beloved and not an orc with far more questionable intentions.

An endearing smile, beckoned by the love you bore for him, blossomed onto your features as Boromir took a seat next to you, the log groaning and creaking softly in protest of the added weight of pure muscle and unwavering strength. You opened your rather large riding cloak – which happened to double as a sleeping blanket – in an unspoken invitation to share your warmth. Boromir shifted closer, snaking his arm around your waist as you draped your cloak around his broad shoulders before moving your legs to hang over his in an attempt of much desired closeness and belonging.

Huddled underneath your woolen cloak with your head resting comfortably against the crook of his neck, you hummed contentedly as you breathed him in – the familiar scent of Earth intertwined with leather and smoke filling your lungs and warming your heart.

“It’s a true pity indeed, this sense of serenity being nothing more than a false illusion,” Boromir murmured quietly, his velvety voice laced with the weight of his burdens. “I would rather see it for what it truly was – a quiet before a violent storm,” he breathed out.

“Do not despair for not all hope is lost,” you said softly.

“Is it not? My city cannot withstand the evil that would see it burn for much longer. Without aid, even the bravest and most valiant of men will falter and fall.”

You winced at the sound of his words, filled to the brim with his fear for his people, his undying loyalty to his duty as Captain of Gondor. Boromir’s sense of honor would also be his curse and undoing - you thought to yourself but dared not utter the words for you knew that they would fall on deaf ears. He would not hear it, not while unyielding fealty ran as thick as the blood in his veins.

You adjusted your position slightly so that you could face the man who carried the weight of the world upon his shoulders. Unbending and firm in the midst of a raging storm - steadfast and faithful he was - battling the doubt that threatened to take his heart and leave him hopeless and lost.

“Do not be quick to give up on them. Or yourself,” you whispered as your hand went to cup his face, the scruffy stubble prickling and tickling the softness of your palm. “You are strong, as is your city and your people. Do not settle for doubt when your own heart aches for faith.”

Boromir’s grey eyes softened at your words, the depth of his weariness dwindling while he regarded you in loving silence. A ghost of a smile formed on his lips before his own hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer and allowing him to plant a tender kiss on your forehead. With closed eyes you hummed in satisfaction as his lips lingered there, seeking solace and companionship, an understanding soul that knew of his burden and offered to share a little bit of it. If only for a heartbeat and a shared breath.

You could hear the river running its course -unbothered and untouched by your cares and burdens- and the sound of crickets, forever the minstrels of the night. The two of you sat silently, sharing this rare moment of peace when you could close your eyes and listen to the world around you and feel content. How painfully few and rare such occasions were, and thus that much more precious beyond any measure.

“Tell me of your home,” Boromir’s voice stirred the pleasant silence between you. An innocent question, a sincere attempt at forming a deeper bond on his part, yet to your heart it was another wound ripped open and bleeding.

“There isn’t much to tell,” you breathed out whilst biting your lip in hesitation. The last thing you wanted for him was the bitter knowledge of faith sometimes not being enough.

“One thing, if it please you. The dawn is hours away yet and I would be glad to learn more about you while we stand guard.”

You sighed quietly in defeat.

“The tale of my home will hardly cheer you. On the contrary, it will only add to our grief. But if that is truly your wish, then I will tell you all of it,” you answered after a while.

Boromir listened as you spoke of the dark smoke and fire that had come to pillage your city. He sat quietly and patiently while you told him of the Mordor-orcs and the Easterlings, and the blind and raging hate they smeared the marble walls with, the reckless and needless death that was dealt that fateful day, when hope was long forgotten, and faith a distant memory of the past. You told him all of it, even as it broke your heart anew, and kindled your guilt and fed your everlasting shame - you told it all and true, to the last bloody and mangled body your eyes saw as you had fled from the doom that had descended upon your home and unleashed its wrath.

“All this time, you’ve carried your past in secret. Why?” Boromir asked once your shameful past had been revealed to him.

“I have been, and still am, ridden with guilt. Nothing I do will ever replace it or lessen it. It is a heavy burden to bear, but it is mine and thus I choose to carry it in silence,” you answered truthfully.

“You are wrong,” he countered at once. “This weight of guilt you carry is unfounded and false. You grieve the loss of your home, and in your grief, you’ve misplaced the blame.”

“Am I not at blame for abandoning my city in its hour of need? Am I not guilty of leaving the people – good and honorable people - to a fate worse than death?” you asked in bitter anger that had taken you without a warning. Anger born and bred by years of merciless resentment towards yourself.

“It would have been a folly to stay. To retreat was your only choice, you must understand that,” Boromir insisted fiercely. “What good would it have done to stay and be slain? There is no honor in death for honor dwells in the hearts of the living, willing to fight, knowing when to retreat and regroup and come down upon one’s enemies with a vengeance in retribution.”

Boromir’s palms went to clasp your face, his grey eyes burning with fierce certainty as he beheld your tearful eyes and quivering lips.

“You had to live that day. You were meant to escape. The dead can’t avenge themselves, but you now can,” his voice was thick with his conviction, his spoken words taking on a ring of prophecy. You could only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the unexpected weightlessness of your heart, no longer chained and smothered by your unjust penitence.

“Do not settle for doubt when your heart aches for faith,” Boromir spoke your own words of wisdom to you, earning him a choked hiccup in response as you felt your spirits slowly lifting through the silver curtain of your tears.

The Captain of Gondor took you in his arms and gently stroked your back while with each new tear that trickled down your cheek you unburdened yourself at last. Shedding years’ worth of anguish and self-loathing, you felt lighter with each loving stroke that dribbled down your back, slow and measured and offered in knowing compassion. A new bond – deeper and stronger – had formed between you, tying your hearts together as one for all the days to come. Long had you understood Boromir’s burden and shared its weight without him knowing or even suspecting. Now he knew and regarded you as a kindred soul, gifted – or plagued – by the same unwavering sense of duty as himself.

“Thank you,” you whispered gratefully and felt his hand pause on your back.

“For what?” Boromir asked in return.

You disentangled yourself from his arms and looked upon his face. His brow was furrowed, marks chiseled by his worries and fears creating a map of all that he had lived through. But there was kindness there too, and wisdom beyond his years shone bright in his eyes. An honorable man bearing an honest face which you had come to love so dearly.

“For giving me hope,” you smiled. For saving me, you thought to yourself. “For allowing me to forgive myself,” you added before leaning in and kissing him softly.

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[wormsmith]

Hello! I was wondering if you could please write something about how the Fellowship (+ Thorin?) Would help a s/o who's Disabled and Chronically ill. Like she has a lot of symptoms like chronic pain, chronic fatigue, difficulty sleeping, difficulty breathing at times, difficulty walking at times, higher sensitivity to the cold, difficulty talking at times, and anxiety, depression and executive dysfunction?

I've been really struggling with my chronic illnesses lately, namely my Autism, Anxiety, Sleep Apnea, a really bad Overbite, Raynaud's Syndrome, Asthma, etc, so I'd really appreciate an Imagine like this. I have a really weird disorder where one of my legs is longer than the other, and it's been causing me a lot of pain and difficulty walking lately, and people have been bullying me for it a lot too, so I could really use a Comfort Imagine right now. Thanks so much hun!!

It's no problem! I'm glad I can provide some comfort!! For each character, I'll use a specific struggling area, to make it a bit easier!! I hope I got these accurate enough, and of there are any mistakes, feel free to point them out!! You are strong, beautiful and so, so amazing!! Keep being you!! ❤❤

Help (The Fellowship// Thorin x Fem!Reader)

Aragorn (Autism)

Aragorn has known you for a long time, so helping with your autism is not new for him

He's particularly experienced in reading your emotions and meeting your needs, whether it's helping you out of stressful situations or calming you down, he's there 🥺

If there are large and boisterous gatherings in Rivendell, its almost guaranteed that you can become over-stimulated quickly, and Aragorn immediately senses this (spidey senses õoõ)

He's fast to find your hand and give it a gentle squeeze of reassurance

If that doesn't seem to help, he'll instantly stop what he's doing and take you out of the room

If you're someone who prefers lots of space and little physical contact, he is 100% respectful of this and asks if you'll let him touch or hug you (very much gentleman 😌)

If ever you're confronted by someone of importance, Aragorn is right by your side to ease some of the tension

Sometimes there are things you find difficult to say or get out of your system

The king seems to know exactly what it is and will help you out by saying it or asking you simple questions that you can easily answer

And he always reminds you, no matter WHAT

YOU ARE NOT STUPID 😤😡

You may struggle with some parts of your life, but every day, he's constantly telling you that you're very intelligent and kind

His patience is unending and he'll never let you think down on yourself

Overall, Aragorn is always someone and reminding you that it's all going to be okay ❤❤

Legolas (Anxiety)

Most nights, Legolas keeps watch (since elves don't require much sleep) and notices that you jolt awake out of the random

Now, most of the Fellowship notices that you're usually awake and ready to go before anyone else

But Legolas is really the one to address you first

You were a bit nervous to explain, since you didn't want to worry him or the great of the fellowship, amount the other disadvantages you have

He gently encouraged you, and finally, you explained to him your sleep apnea

Yeah, he was very concerned

I mean, his blue eyes widened with terror when you told him that you could basically die in your sleep if you weren't attentive enough 🙃

Legolas, from now on, sleeps directly next to you, or keeps extra careful watch over you at night

Because he could NEVER see his precious mortal friend become injured... Or worse 🥺🥺❤

The other members had noticed a change in his behaviors towards you as well...

Gimli teased him whenever he caught Legolas giving you some extra lembas bread or offered to carry you 👉👈

You really tried to assure Legolas that it wasn't a big deal when you were awake, since you're aware of your breathing situation

But still 😤

Legolas will always bring you comfort and take great care of you, and that will NEVER CHANGE

Because he loves you very much ❤🦋

Frodo (Anxiety)

Frodo is familiar with the feeling of great anxiety, seeing he had a stress-free life while living in the Shire and suddenly was forced to carry a piece of jewelry all the way to giant ass volcano

It's easy for you two to comfort each other and seek refuge in thoughts and feelings ❤

He's not super comfortable with the thought of you having a panic attack though...

Only because he's never had one

It starts to give him a panic attack whenever you have one around him the first time 😳-

Any time you begin to breathe heavy or hyperventilate, halfling boy is hot at your heels, rubbing your back and reminding you to breathe gently

(So many hugs, if you're up for it)

After you calm down, he's constantly checking on you, asking if you need anything etc.

Really, he just wants to know if he can help 🥺

And even with the weight and stress of carrying the ring, Frodo manages to cheer you up somehow

Samwise (Asthma)

Sam has never had to deal with asthma once in his life

He's very nervous when the subject is brought, afraid it might trigger something inside of you 🥺👉👈

But you just chuckle, assure him that it's alright, and you have ways of keeping it under control

And now, he wants to know everything about it, just to have the awareness in case something happens

Sam just wants to protect you forever, and this was a great way for him to start

He constantly reminds Aragorn that you'll need breathing breaks and will convince Gandalf to let you ride on his horse

He'll scold Pip and Merry if they are trying to drag you around and be silly, because as he says

"You'll rouse him/her/them up! We can't have Y/N gettin injured!" 🤨😠

Sam is MOM

As always, he's very kind and always makes sure your needs are met ❤🥺

Pippin and Merry (Raynaud's Syndrome)

Very confused halfings 🤔

Also extremely concerned!

You were eating one of the lesser pleasurable nights

It was cold and rainy, and a fire couldn't be started, not to mention the quiet arguments of Aragorn and Gandalf in the nearby woods

And Pip's eyes widened when he saw the tips of your petite fingers begin to pale upon hearing Aragorn mention Orcs

"What's wrong with your hands?!" He squeaked, pointing towards your now white-colored fingertips

You hadn't even noticed, nor felt, considering they were numb anyways

Merry looked over his cousin's shoulder and his eyes also widened, not with fright, but wonder

They were both fascinated with your condition, convinced that you were casting some spell Gandalf showed you

Although you reassured them it was just an extremely frustrating inconvenience that you had, among other things

So from then on, the disastrobus duo did their best to keep you out of the cold (and stressful situations!!)

As a distraction, the pair will tell you great stories of the shire, doing little dances and skits that always cheer you up 🥴

Sometimes, they can be a little rambunctious though...

Merry will pick up on this fact quickly, and nudge Pippin to get him to calm down

Even though it may not feel the best

They find your syndrome absolutely fascinating!! 🤔🤔

All in all, these two are always up for keeping your beautiful smile on your face and your spirits high!! ❤🌺

Boromir (Depression)

Throughout the journey, Boromir has always found an easy way to make you smile

After all, he himself has a fascinating way of brightening anyone's spirits

Yours included ❤

Boromir may not have great stories from The Shire, like Pip and Merry, but he sure has a lot of positive things to say

He'll often suggest sparring with the two troublemaking halflings, just so you can see him goof up and get knocked over 🥺

If the nights become cold and weary, he'll give you a warm hug or a nudge on the shoulder

And a few words of helpful encouragement along the lines of;

"Don't fret Y/N. You have more strength than you'll ever know."

"Let our spirits never dampen! We've come this far!" 😊

He's also an incredible listener

Boromir wants to hear what you have to say if you ever need to rant or get something off of your chest

And don't think for a second that he would ever judge you 😤

Son of Gondor sees past all of your insecurities and knows you for your beautiful, amazing self ❤❤

Gimli (Walking disadvantages)

As you travel across great plains and mountains, your limp doesn't go unnoticed by Gimli

It may take him a while to open up about it, since he's afraid he might offend you in some way

And once he asks you, you inform him that it's a difficulty that unfortunately cannot be changed any time soon

And where you come from, lots of people tease and bully you about it

He did NOT handle it well 😳

"wHAT BLUBBERING DULL-MINDED PIGNUTS-" 🤬

Although this Dwarf is short and a bit slow at times

He's fascinatingly strong 😳

And so, he makes it his duty to be your designated carrier 🥺

At first, your a tad skeptical...

I mean, he's only around 4 feet tall...

BUT HAVE YOU SEEN HIM THROW THAT HUGE AX AROUND?!

Gimli will happily carry you great distances when you need a break, and even longer

(Sometimes it's just to show off around the others-)

"Gimli, are you sure you don't want a break?"

"Aye lass! The strength of Dwarves is unending!" 😌

*struggling to breathe*

11/10, fantastic dwarf, will never let you down!!

Thorin (Executive Dysfunction)

Another Dwarf??

Absolutely

Thorin himself has trouble keeping composure with his time management (and sense of direction 🙄)

This means that he'll have an undying amount of patience for you and you only

There's just something about you that he fond of, and it fills in that little sassy, brooding place in his heart

Can also relate to you whenever you grow frustrated at the setback of your journey or lack of sleep

Is 100% willing to help you find your lost belongings (and once again, ONLY YOU)

Thorin will literally make the whole traveling party stop so that you can put something in your bag and make sure that you put it somewhere you'll remember

Always happy to give you extra gentle reminders of keeping your pack closed

The company is utterly SHOCKED with how he treats you

I mean, this man has always been extremely stubborn and hard headed

But when you show up, it's another person he can easily relate and share frustrations with

Also a master at organization?!? 🤔

The one thing he could do successfully was organizing the damn journey and traveling company, so ofc he's gonna be good at that 😂

Yeah, Thorin definitely has a soft spot for you

King under the mountain will never run out of patience and kindness for you 😌💙

Sorry these took so long!! I hope you like them!! ❤❤

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Imagine falling into Legolas in Rivendell…

You were running through the courtyard after being explicitly being told to rest after narrowly escaping an orc ambush with your life. But you were determined. As you raced down a flight of stairs, a single fallen leaf still damp with morning dew brought about your downfall.

With feet no longer grounded, you would have hit several beautiful stone steps and injured yourself further if Legolas had not been passing at that moment.

Arms wrapping around your torso, the Woodland prince was fairly surprised to see you up and about. His father had sent a letter to Lord Elrond but Legolas insisted upon delivering it personally - just to see you.

“It is a wonder how you escaped the orc ambush if this is how you run.” He teased while helping stabilise you once more.

Upon his visits, he would train with you and it wasn’t long before frequent sparring sessions blossomed into something deeper.

You smirked at his jest. “Clearly.” Then you noticed that he was still wearing his riding cloak. “Lord Elrond did not tell me that we were having guests. Had I known that you were coming, I would have…”

“Run faster?” Legolas guessed and laughed when he earned himself a playful push. “I have a letter to deliver from my father.”

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[wormsmith]

hi hi, i'd like to ask for a tolkien matchup, preferably from the hobbit!

I'm pretty much introverted, but i wnjoy being around people i'm familiar with, and i have pretty good social skills. I'm a slytherin (secondary ravenclaw) and my mbti type is intp.

i enjoy reading and writing, especially all sorts of fiction, fantasy (and maybe a bit of romance). i love cats, dogs, horses and dragons. my favourite color is probably black, dark green or dark wine red. I play guitar and i shoot a bow.

I have a particular fondness for all sorts of folklore, legends and mythology. I'm pretty sarcastic and confident. i enjoy being around nature. I'm slavic, that's probably why i really like to braid my own hair, as well as others'.

I'd say my aesthetic is something in between chaotic academia and witchcore. my favourite school subjects are biology, chemistry and history. i like horse-riding, rock and pop music, and foggy mornings.

my pronouns are she/they, i have no preference in gender of the matchup :) i'm a gemini, i have pale skin, light brown curly hair and blue-grey eyes.

Your top matches were Fíli, Kíli, Legolas, and Thranduil, but ultimately I match you with . . .

Kíli!

(just about the only dwarf that doesn't hate that you like dragons afhskjl)

You have a confident powerhouse sort of vibe that immediately draws Kíli's attention to you. You can fight, you aren't afraid to defend yourself, or call someone on their bullshit. He likes a woman who can handle herself, or himself, if you're open to it 👀 (Please step on him.)

He does, in fact, start shamelessly flirting with you just about as soon as he meets you. The attraction is most certainly there, but it takes some time for the infatuation to fall into genuine feelings territory. Frankly, he's too busy being blindsided by how perfect you are to actually get to know you, but after hanging out with you one on one for awhile . . . well, he's head over heels.

At first he gives of this aura of bravado, very bold and confident, but you'll soon find he has a softer, more romantic underbelly. His flirtations go from "You can handle me anytime *winks* " to " Your eyes are like the sky at my favorite time of day. "

He is curious to learn about your craft (he assumes writing is your craft) and will most likely ask if he can read something you've written. He's very polite about it, and won't be at all offended if you don't want to show him. Kíli seems to understand that some creations are made for the creator alone.

On the the other hand, if you are willing to show him, he'll read it all, no matter how long it is. He likes the fantasy genre as well, and doesn't mind a bit of romance. He's not the best writer, but he does point out some things he liked about your work. Asks if you have anything else he can read. He will read everything you've ever written if you let him.

He likes hearing you talk. He likes listening to you tell him your myths and legends and just about anything else you've been learning recently. He's a sucker for stories of any nature, but you'll find that he has a bit of a penchant for the old tales, as well. He'll start finding ones that he likes to offer in exchange for the ones you tell. He likes the scary ones. Until it's late at night and you're alone and oh fuck, was that a chupacabra? Stop laughing, Amrâlimê, it's not a joke!

Any time you hang out with animals, he gets heart eyes. Just stares at you the entire time. Fíli makes fun of him for it constantly. Chances are, he's going to find out what your favorite animal is and bring you to a place where you can adopt one. Kíli loves your pet so much. Straight up calls it 'our pebble.' (Pebble being the dwarvish term for kiddo.) Absolutely spoiled, both you and your pebble.

If you play your guitar, he will hum along. Eventually starts picking up on songs you play more than once and will end up humming them beneath his breath at random times of day when he's working. Might even come up with a few cobbled together lyrics for one, if you seem super fond of it. You're going to have to poke it out of him, though - he doesn't think he's the best lyricist, he just sort of made it up, they're not very good, Amrâlimê, really -

(They're perfectly alright lyrics. It's a nice song.)

Do I even need to said it? Braid his hair. He's a dwarf ffs, he'll literally adore you. Also, he's braiding yours too.. It's a very intimate, yet light-hearted thing for the two of you. Brings you closer together every time.

Please imagine Kíli waking you up in the dead ass of morning but - no, no, wake up Amrâlimê, it's important - I'm sorry if you like your sleep but it's foggy outside at Kíli noticed you like that, so he's putting you on a horse and taking you to a beautiful forest clearing he found where you can have a quiet morning together. Or maybe all day. Whenever you're ready to go.

You are the love of his life, his One, his favorite person ever. He loves you to death, even if he's a little dumb about it sometimes, and he will go out of his way to make you happy. Absolutely head over heels for his badass, intelligent, talented One. Much love for the both of you 😊

[wormsmith]

i genuinely can't remember if i sent you an ask or not, so feel free to ignore this if you like, but if not, then i have request for you! due to various mental illnesses, i experience hypervigilance (sounds are louder, tastes are stronger) and sensory overload (too many things attacking my senses can make me have a breakdown). therefore i humbly request comfort in the form of how the lotr characters would deal with the reader having a sensory induced breakdown, please and thank you 💕💕

💕yes yes yes. ~ Thorin + Elrond chosen per a follow up PM. Thank you for your patience and I hope you like it!  💕

How Thorin & Elrond would respond to a reader experiencing sensory overload

Thorin:

Thorin can recognize your distress but he doesn’t initially understand what’s wrong.

As soon as he does, if anyone’s around he’ll yell for everyone to shut up in his absolute scariest, most commanding voice (he realizes this is loud and will also apologize to you right after, but he wants everyone to pipe down and go tf away).

Loads and loads of reassurance that he’s got you and he’s here to help in any way he can (even if he doesn’t know how).

Will have to ask what you need, but is quick to catch on.

Immediately making you earmuffs out of anything that’s within reach and will take you to the closest quiet spot.

His instinct is lots of reassuring touches + affection, so if this is overwhelming for you he’ll have to apologize a lot and try very hard to stop himself. 

Look he’d fight the sun for you if he could.

Since he can’t actually fight the sun for how bright it is, he’ll bring you to the darkest room he can find. Again, he’ll start making adjustments to the surroundings/makeshift fixing things up. If there aren’t curtains, he’ll hang blankets or his cloak over windows to block out as much light as he can. 

If there isn’t a room to go to/you’re outside, you best believe this guy is rigging up a tent in three seconds flat.

If he can’t manage that, he’ll wrap you up in his hooded cloak.

If you need to be left alone, he will reluctantly do so, and will basically just stand guard and intercept anyone who might come over to bother you.

If you need/want him to stay with you and don’t want touch, he will find this very difficult, but will do his best to just sit near you and hang out. He’ll probably have to do something with his hands to occupy himself but will sit with you for however long you need. 

Will definitely try to distract you with a quiet song or story if you can handle that level of sound. 

If you need/want touch to help soothe you, he can give really good crushing hugs. The kind where you think your back is going to crack. If you need something a little softer than that, he’ll just tightly hold you and braid your hair. 

Literally if you need/want touch you best believe that by the time you’re finally relaxed you’ll have 120550589 braids in your hair. 

Later, he brings you a pair of proper sound-cancelling earmuffs that he invented himself and the heaviest blanket he could find. He asks you a lot of questions about what this is like for you and about what you need so that he can be better prepared to help you in the future.  💕

Elrond

Elrond recognizes what’s going on right away. He needs absolutely no explanation and will jump in to help you immediately. Nothing else matters. Even if he’s mid-conversation or on his way somewhere, he’ll stop whatever he’s doing to focus entirely on you.

First thing’s first: damage control. He’ll immediately use Vilya to help biologically quell your distress, syncing your heartbeat and breathing patterns to his, calming down your nervous system. 

His outer robe’s coming off. You’re being swaddled. Not optional. It’s big and heavy and velvety-soft, like the world’s best weighted blanket.

Off you go to somewhere quiet. If you can walk that’s awesome. If you’re too overwhelmed my man is 7′ tall and so strong so he’ll just pick you up and take you somewhere dark and quiet as fast as possible. This is probably his own office, rather than the healing halls. The healing halls generally thrum with activity which can be too much noise/light/movement when you’re already overstimulated. His office is private and empty and he still has a lot of his necessary tools there. 

As soon as you’re inside, he’ll shut the curtains and make sure you’re comfortable and then get down to your level on the floor and quietly ask what you need/how he can help. 

He’ll ask if there are any types of sensory inputs you find soothing (specific textures, sounds, tastes, smells--- anything). If there is, he’ll immediately go source it. 

If you need/want to be left alone, he’s happy to do that, but he’ll still check in on you/keep you swaddled/bring you calming herbal teas. 

If you’d rather have him around and you’re okay with touch/need pressure then that’s it you are getting the best hug. 

Like the firmest, all-around-best-kind-of-squash hug, not too much, not too little. 

If you don’t want/can’t handle touch but don’t want to be left alone, then he’ll just quietly sit next to you and use a combination of Vilya and ósanwe to just radiate this really nice, gentle calming energy until you feel better.

Once you’re feeling a bit better he’ll go and fetch a couple herbal remedies for muscle pain/stress/etc and get you a snack + something nice to drink.

Literally will let you hang out with him in his office for however long you want. Tired from the overload/panic + wanna fall asleep on his reading couch? Go for it. Wanna fall asleep on him? Totally fine. He’ll hold you. 

In the future, his office is always open to you and he makes sure you know that. It’s always quiet and peaceful, with the perfect amount of white noise coming off of the river, so it’s the perfect place when you just need somewhere quiet and safe. You can come in any time that you start to get overwhelmed, and he’ll make you something nice to drink and let you stay as long as you like.  💕

[wormsmith]

I HAVE A SECOND REQUEST feel free to ignore it if you only take one from each person but,, characters from the hobbit reactions to receiving a gift handmade by the reader ✨💕

yes.

* THE HOBBIT PREFERENCE : THEIR RECTION TO GETTING A HANDMADE GIFT *

thranduil ;

⚝ when you'd walk up to him and give him a gift with no context his face would light up

⚝ when he'd ask what its for and you explain

⚝ expect a lot of hugs for the rest of the day

⚝ returns the favor by leaving your fave snacks around the place

⚝ loves getting little homemade gifts from you

⚝ overall he loves them and NEVER stop giving them to him

thorin ;

⋆ a bit surprised at first

⋆ thinks gifts are only for special occasions and achievements

⋆ when you explain that someone can get a gift for no reason his face just lights up like a Christmas tree

⋆ keeps the gift safe

⋆ has a whole box especially for your gifts

⋆ really loves em

⋆ give him more rnrn

bilbo ;

✧ immediately thanks you for it

✧ inspects it like its a piece of evidence

✧ notices the lil details and compliments them

✧ honestly sounds like a professional art inspector person

✧ rambles on about the details

✧ kiss him to shut him up

✧ is flabbergasted but just mutters out a lil thank you

✧ very nice would highly recommend

kili ;

꙰ is very happy when you give it to him

꙰ stares at it for a good 10 seconds then lets out a lil squeak of joy

꙰ practically leaps toward you to give you a hug

꙰ tackles you to the floor with affection

꙰ mumbles thank yous into your neck

꙰ gives you one final kiss before heading off to show fili the gift

fili ;

⍟ is so grateful when he gets it

⍟ cant stop saying thank you

⍟ attack hugs throughout the day

⍟ more attack kisses

⍟ thanks you one last time with a massive hug and a lil smooch

⍟ highly recommend giving him gifts

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i have scratches on my shoulder that are not from me hlep :DDD

[wormsmith]

Imagine stepping out of the shower, and Boromir wrapping a soft towel around your shoulders.

As requested by glorfindelskitten​ (hope I just tagged you properly. Tumblr is a witch…)

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[wormsmith]

literally so sorry to bother you rn this is a totally irrelevant question but you said 40k was the minimum word count for a novel right?? because i just checked and my current wip has about 39k words and i was like :)) nice okay

OHO AMAZING GOOD STUNNING MY FRIEND!!

Yes, the minimum word count for a novel is 40k and the max is 110k. The average novel word count is about 80k to 100k, but as soon as you hit 40k, you technically pass! Anything from 10k to 40k is considered a novella and anything over 110k is considered an epic novel. That's to my knowledge, anyway. So congratulations on your novel!! 🎉🎉🏆✨ Very amazing job, I am proud of you!! 💕💕💕

[wormsmith]

hii okay so i love your love letters, and decided to request one

could i perhaps get a letter from kili? i've been feeling down and drained lately, so of course i thought of a letter from mr sunshine

Hey, love!

I've rewritten this letter dozens of times. You wouldn't believe how long it took to decide on 'hey, love!'. I'm still not sold. I can't help it, you just make me nervous! In a good way, of course.

It's been busy without you. Never thought I'd feel lonely, but here I am. I swear I've never thought about anyone's eyes this much, but I can see yours now. I found a stone the exact same color. I've saved it for you, but I'm not giving it to you until you get home! And only after at least ten kisses. Maybe eleven.

I still can't believe you think you can hide from me! I know when you're feeling down even through a letter, love. It's killing me that I can't be with you to cheer you up. The idea of the days you'll be waiting for this letter to arrive, and me, here, with no way to help. But you're strong. So strong, amrâlimê, never forget it! Remember not to work too hard, by order of the prince! It's a crime to disobey, love. We wouldn't want you to get arrested, now would we?

Now that you're smiling again, (at least I hope you are, or I must look a bit stupid, ha-) remember that I love you, mizimith, and know that I'll be with you as soon as I can come. Don't let that smile go. I adore it way too much for that.

(That's khuzdul for I love you! Don't tell Thorin I told you!)

Yours forever,

Kíli

P.S. I may have burned my beard in an accident a few days ago, but I know you won't love me any less. Just don't be surprised when my beard is a little shorter. I love you.