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how they react when you're injured, the hobbit & lord of the rings

series: lord of the rings warnings: injury, possible anger (thranduil) my etsy shop: camelot's scribe | letters from your favorite character

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haldir

haldir would maintain his stoic and calm demeanor outwardly, but inside he would be deeply concerned. he would tend to your wounds with the utmost care, using his knowledge of elvish healing. he'd stay by your side until you were fully recovered, silently vowing to protect you more fiercely in future battles.

legolas

legolas would be quick to your side, his keen eyes immediately assessing the severity of your injuries. he would use his agility and elven grace to ensure you were moved to a safe place quickly. his worry would be evident in his eyes, and he would speak soothing words in elvish to comfort you as he bandaged your wounds.

thranduil

thranduil would be furious—not at you, but at the fact that you were harmed under his watch. his regal demeanor would not falter, but his actions would be swift and precise. he'd command his healers to attend to you immediately and would personally oversee your recovery, ensuring you had the best care available.

aragorn

aragorn’s experience as a healer would come to the forefront. he would remain calm and collected, quickly stopping any bleeding and using his knowledge of athelas (kingsfoil) to help with your pain. he would stay with you, offering words of encouragement and sharing stories of past battles to keep your spirits high.

fili

fili would be deeply worried, his usually cheerful demeanor darkened by your injury. he’d carry you to safety himself, if necessary, and insist on staying by your side while you were treated. his protective nature would come out, and he’d make sure you knew how much you meant to him, promising to keep you safe.

kili

kili’s reaction would be a mix of fear and determination. he’d rush to your side, calling for help while trying to keep you conscious and talking to him. his hands might tremble as he helped bandage your wounds, but he’d crack jokes and share stories to keep you distracted and smiling.

bilbo

bilbo would be beside himself with worry, his usual composure shattered by seeing you hurt. he’d do his best to help, though his hands might shake and his voice quiver. despite his fear, he’d stay with you, offering comforting words and holding your hand, determined not to let you feel alone.

frodo

frodo would be visibly distressed, his empathetic nature making your pain feel like his own. he’d work diligently to help bandage your wounds, his face pale with worry. he’d stay close, reading to you or telling stories to keep your mind off the pain, his concern and care evident in every action.

merry

merry would be practical and focused in the moment, quickly doing whatever was necessary to stop the bleeding and ensure you were comfortable. once the immediate danger was over, his worry would show more openly. he’d keep you entertained with his humor and stories, never leaving your side.

pippin

pippin would initially panic, but he’d quickly pull himself together for your sake. his usual light-hearted nature would be replaced by a fierce determination to see you healed. he’d stay close, holding your hand and talking to you about anything and everything to keep you distracted from the pain.

sam

sam would be a rock, his sturdy presence and calm demeanor providing comfort. he’d tend to your wounds with surprising skill, his years of caring for frodo showing. he’d offer words of encouragement, his voice steady and soothing, and he’d make sure you knew you were not alone in your recovery.

galadriel

galadriel’s reaction would be a mix of serene calm and deep concern. she’d use her powerful healing abilities to mend your wounds, her touch gentle and comforting. she’d speak to you in soft, reassuring tones, her presence a beacon of light and hope. you’d feel safe and cherished in her care, knowing she would do everything in her power to see you well again.

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a mothers love, rheanyra targaryen

pairing: rhaenyra x daughter!reader summary: rhaenyra targaryen, despite her responsibilities, spends a cherished day with her child, bonding over stories and a dragon ride. she later gives a heartfelt letter to her child, expressing her unwavering love and strength, ensuring they feel her presence even when she’s not around. warnings: fluff my etsy shop: camelot's scribe | letters from your favorite character

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the sun had barely risen over dragonstone, casting a soft, golden hue across the island fortress. the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocky shore created a soothing rhythm, one that you had come to associate with home. as you made your way through the winding corridors of the castle, the faint smell of the sea lingered in the air, mingling with the scent of burning candles and freshly baked bread.

in the heart of dragonstone, your mother, rhaenyra targaryen, sat by the large wooden table in her chambers, poring over maps and letters. her presence was commanding, her silver-gold hair cascading down her back, and her eyes, the same striking violet as yours, filled with determination and love.

"good morning, mother," you greeted her, entering the room with a small smile.

rhaenyra looked up, her stern expression softening as she saw you. "good morning, my sweet dragon," she replied, her voice warm and melodic. "come, sit with me."

you crossed the room and took a seat beside her. despite the weight of her responsibilities, rhaenyra always made time for you, her child. it was a promise she had made to herself and one she never broke.

"how are you feeling today?" she asked, reaching out to gently touch your hand.

"better," you replied, though the concern in her eyes told you she knew better. "i was hoping we could spend some time together today."

rhaenyra nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "of course. i've finished most of my duties for the morning. what would you like to do?"

"can we go for a ride on syrax?" you asked, your eyes lighting up at the thought of flying with your mother on her magnificent dragon.

rhaenyra's smile widened, and she stood up, offering her hand. "i think that sounds like a wonderful idea."

together, you made your way to the dragon pit, where syrax awaited. the great golden dragon let out a low rumble as she saw rhaenyra approach, her eyes gleaming with recognition. with practiced ease, rhaenyra helped you climb onto syrax's back before mounting herself.

as syrax took to the skies, you felt the familiar rush of wind against your face, the exhilaration of flight filling your heart. rhaenyra's arms wrapped securely around you, her warmth and strength a comforting presence.

"you know, your father loved to fly," rhaenyra said, her voice carrying over the roar of the wind. "it was one of the things we bonded over when we were young."

you turned to look at her, curiosity piqued. "will you tell me more about him?"

rhaenyra's eyes softened, and she nodded. "of course, my love. your father was a brave and noble man, with a heart full of passion and fire. he loved deeply and fiercely, much like you."

as she spoke, you felt a sense of connection to a past you had never known, a bond that transcended time and space. the stories of your father's bravery and love filled you with pride and a deeper understanding of your own heritage.

hours passed as you flew together, sharing stories and laughter. when you finally returned to dragonstone, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden light over the castle.

later that evening, as you prepared for bed, a knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. rhaenyra entered, holding a folded piece of parchment in her hand.

"i wrote something for you," she said, her voice soft and filled with emotion. "i thought it might bring you comfort when i'm not around."

you took the letter from her, your heart swelling with love and gratitude. "thank you, mother."

rhaenyra kissed your forehead, her touch tender and loving. "goodnight, my sweet dragon. sleep well."

as she left the room, you unfolded the letter and began to read:

my dearest child,

in the quiet moments when i am alone with my thoughts, my heart often turns to you. i see in you the strength and spirit of our ancestors, the fire of the targaryens burning brightly within your soul. it is a fire that will guide you through the darkest of times and illuminate your path when all seems lost.

know that my love for you is boundless, a fierce and unwavering force that no distance or time can diminish. you are my pride, my joy, and my greatest treasure. every decision i make, every battle i fight, is for you and our family's future.

when the weight of the world feels too heavy, remember the stories i have told you of our ancestors' bravery and resilience. you come from a line of kings and queens, warriors and dreamers, and you carry their legacy within you.

i may not always be by your side, but my love and my spirit will forever be with you. be brave, my sweet dragon, and let your heart guide you. trust in yourself, for you have a strength within you that is unmatched.

with all my love, mother

tears filled your eyes as you read the letter, each word a testament to your mother's love and devotion. you folded it carefully and placed it under your pillow, a precious reminder of the bond you shared.

as you drifted off to sleep, you felt a sense of peace and comfort, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, your mother's love would always be there to guide and protect you.

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a forbidden flame, helaena targaryen

pairing: helaena x female!reader summary: in the midst of a forbidden romance, reader and princess helaena risk everything to be together, only to be betrayed by helaena’s brother. captured and torn apart by king aegon's wrath, reader faces solitary confinement, holding onto their love amidst despair and uncertainty. warnings: angst, turmoil, captivity, imprisonment my etsy shop: camelot's scribe | letters from your favorite character

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the castle was quiet, the flickering torches casting long shadows along the cold stone walls. moonlight spilled through the high windows, illuminating the path ahead as you made your way through the labyrinthine halls. your heart raced with each step, the thrill of your clandestine mission coursing through your veins.

you paused at a corner, peering around to ensure no one was coming. the risk was high—if you were caught, the consequences would be dire. but the reward, the sight of her, made it all worth it. you took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and continued.

heleana’s chambers were at the end of a long corridor, guarded by a single door that seemed to pulse with the secrets it held. you knocked softly, the sound barely audible. a moment later, the door creaked open, revealing heleana’s familiar face. her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her violet eyes sparkled with excitement and worry.

"y/n," she whispered, her voice a soft caress. she stepped aside to let you in, closing the door quickly behind you.

you were in her arms before you could speak, the warmth of her embrace banishing the chill that had settled in your bones. she held you tightly, her breath hot against your ear. "i’ve missed you," she murmured, her lips brushing your skin.

"and i you," you replied, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. there was so much you wanted to say, so much you couldn’t put into words. instead, you pressed your lips to hers, the kiss gentle but full of longing.

heleana’s hands roamed your back, pulling you closer as if she could meld you into one being. you lost yourself in her touch, in the sweetness of her lips. every stolen moment with her felt like a dream, too beautiful to be real.

but reality always intruded. she broke the kiss, her eyes filled with a mix of love and sorrow. "we can’t keep doing this," she said, though her grip on you didn’t loosen. "if aegon or anyone else finds out..."

"i know," you said, cupping her face in your hands. "but i can’t stay away. i love you, heleana."

her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she leaned into your touch. "i love you too. more than anything. but it’s dangerous."

"we’ll find a way," you promised, though you had no idea how. "we have to."

heleana nodded, a single tear slipping down her cheek. you kissed it away, tasting the salt of her sorrow. "stay with me tonight," she pleaded. "just for a little while."

you nodded, and she led you to her bed. you lay together, limbs entwined, hearts beating in sync. the world outside the room ceased to exist, and for a few precious hours, it was just the two of you.

as dawn approached, you knew you had to leave. you kissed her one last time, memorizing the feel of her lips, the way her body fit against yours. "i’ll be back," you whispered, though the words felt like a promise you might not be able to keep.

"be careful," she replied, her voice breaking. "i can’t lose you."

you nodded, pulling away reluctantly. you slipped out of her chambers, the weight of the forbidden love you shared heavy on your shoulders. as you made your way back through the castle, you prayed for a day when you could be together openly, without fear.

the next evening, as you prepared for another secret meeting with heleana, you were summoned by queen alicent. you felt a shiver of dread as you entered her chambers, unsure of what she wanted from you.

queen alicent was seated at a large table, her piercing gaze fixed on you as you entered. "y/n, sit," she commanded, gesturing to a chair opposite her.

you sat down, trying to mask your nervousness. "you wished to see me, your grace?"

"yes," she said, her tone icy. "i've noticed your frequent absences from your quarters at night. is there something you wish to confess?"

your heart pounded in your chest, but you kept your expression neutral. "i have been restless, your grace. the castle walls feel confining at times, and i find solace in wandering."

alicent studied you for a long moment, her eyes narrowing. "i see. it is dangerous to wander alone, especially at night. you should be more careful."

"i will, your grace," you said, inclining your head respectfully.

"you may go," she said, dismissing you with a wave of her hand.

you left the room, your mind racing. did she know? or was it just a coincidence? you had to be more cautious.

as you approached heleana’s chambers that night, a figure stepped out of the shadows. it was aemond, heleana’s brother. his intense gaze bored into you, and you felt a chill run down your spine.

"aemond," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "what are you doing here?"

"i could ask you the same question," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "but i already know the answer."

your blood ran cold. "i don’t know what you’re talking about."

he stepped closer, his eye never leaving yours. "stay away from her. if you care about heleana’s safety, you’ll end this now."

"i love her," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "i can’t just walk away."

aemond’s expression hardened, his lips curling into a sneer. "then you’re a fool. aegon will not tolerate this. he will make sure you suffer, and he will destroy heleana in the process. do you want that on your conscience?"

your resolve faltered, but your love for heleana burned bright. "i can’t abandon her."

"then you will both perish," aemond said coldly. "i will not warn you again."

with that, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving you alone in the dimly lit corridor. you took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and knocked on heleana’s door.

the door opened, and heleana’s eyes widened in surprise. "y/n, what’s wrong?"

you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. "aemond knows."

her face paled. "did he threaten you?"

"he warned me," you said, taking her hands in yours. "but he also cares about you. he won’t betray us."

heleana looked relieved but still worried. "we have to be more careful."

you nodded, pulling her into your arms. "we will be. we’ll find a way to be together without risking everything."

she clung to you, her fear palpable. "i can’t lose you."

"you won’t," you promised, holding her tightly. "we’ll find a way."

as you lay together that night, you couldn’t shake the feeling that your time was running out. but you would fight for every moment, for every kiss, and for the love that burned bright and fierce, even in the darkness.

the tension in the castle grew over the following weeks. aegon’s suspicions were evident in his sharp glances and probing questions. alicent’s watchful eyes seemed to follow you everywhere. but you and heleana continued to find ways to be together, your love a secret flame that refused to be extinguished.

one night, as you made your way to heleana’s chambers, you heard voices coming from within. you paused, listening intently.

"you’re endangering us all," aemond’s voice said, low and urgent.

"i love her, aemond," heleana replied, her voice breaking. "i can’t help it."

"you have to end this," aemond said, his tone cold and unyielding. "aegon is planning something. he’s determined to find out the truth."

your heart raced as you listened. you had to warn heleana. you knocked softly on the door, and it opened almost immediately.

heleana’s eyes widened in surprise. "y/n, what are you doing here?"

"i overheard," you said, stepping inside. "aegon is planning something. we have to be careful."

aemond’s expression hardened further, his gaze icy. "you need to leave. both of you. if you stay, aegon will find you and make you suffer."

"we have to go," heleana said, her eyes wide with fear. "we have to get away from here."

"where will we go?" you asked, feeling a surge of desperation.

"dragonstone," heleana suggested, desperation in her voice. "rhaenyra will protect us."

aemond’s eyes flashed with anger. "do you think rhaenyra will welcome you with open arms? you are risking everything for a foolish dream."

heleana looked at her brother, tears in her eyes. "will you help us?"

aemond stared at her for a long moment before nodding reluctantly. "i will help you escape. but do not think this is the end. you will always be hunted."

that night, you and heleana fled the castle with aemond’s help. you rode through the night, your hearts pounding with fear and exhilaration. as dawn broke, you saw dragonstone rising in the distance, a beacon of hope.

as you approached the gates of dragonstone, a group of soldiers blocked your path. aemond’s expression turned cold and triumphant as he stepped forward, signaling the soldiers to seize you both.

"aemond, what is this?" heleana cried out, her eyes wide with betrayal.

"i warned you," aemond said, his voice icy. "you should have listened. aegon will not tolerate this... disgrace."

the soldiers grabbed you and heleana, forcing you to the ground. you struggled against their grip, but it was futile.

"aemond, please!" you begged, desperation lacing your voice.

"you brought this upon yourselves," he said coldly, turning away as the soldiers dragged you back toward king's landing.

the return to the castle was a blur of fear and despair. as you and heleana were thrown into a cell, you clung to each other, your hearts breaking with the realization that your love had been your undoing.

days passed in the cold, dark cell. aegon visited once, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction as he taunted you both.

"you thought you could escape me?" he sneered. "you will pay for your defiance. both of you."

heleana tried to comfort you, her voice trembling as she whispered promises of a better future, but you both knew the truth. there would be no escape, no happy ending.

one night, as you lay together on the cold stone floor, heleana’s tears mingled with yours. "i’m sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. "i’m so sorry."

you held her tightly, your own tears falling freely. "i love you," you said, your voice filled with pain and determination. "no matter what happens, i will always love you."

as the days turned into weeks, you clung to that love, finding strength in each other even as the darkness closed in. your love had been a forbidden flame, burning bright and fierce, but now it was a flickering ember, struggling to survive.

and as the door to your cell creaked open one final time, you faced your fate with heleana by your side, your hearts united in a love that would never be extinguished, even in the face of death.

aegon’s suspicions finally culminated in a brutal confrontation. the king, flanked by his guards, stormed into the cell where you and heleana were held. his face was twisted with rage, and his voice was cold as ice.

"y/n, you have bewitched my wife and brought disgrace upon this house," he declared. "you will be punished for your treachery."

"aegon, please," heleana pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "she did nothing wrong. it was my choice."

"silence!" aegon roared. "you have been corrupted by this... harlot. guards, take her away."

the guards seized you, pulling you away from heleana’s grasp. you struggled, desperate to stay by her side. "heleana! no! please!"

heleana’s screams echoed through the halls as she tried to reach you, but aegon’s grip on her was unyielding. "you will be dealt with later," he said coldly to his wife. "but this one will suffer for her sins."

the last thing you saw as you were dragged away was heleana’s tear-streaked face, her cries of anguish haunting your every step. you were thrown into a separate cell, the door slamming shut behind you with a finality that crushed your spirit.

days turned into weeks, and you were left alone in the darkness, the memory of heleana's touch the only thing keeping you sane. you clung to the hope that she was safe, that somehow, she would be spared.

but as the days passed, that hope began to fade. you were isolated, punished for loving too deeply, and the world outside your cell seemed to grow colder with each passing moment.

and as the darkness closed in, you held onto the memory of heleana, your forbidden flame, knowing that your love, though condemned, would burn bright and fierce in your heart forever.

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merry brandybuck, ‘nightmare’

through the entire night, you tossed and turned, attempting to find a comfortable position. there was no luck in finding comfort when fear was heavier on your mind than sleep, much like your friend frodo.

you were discreet when hiding your uncomfort, especially while legolas was only a few feet away standing guard for the current moment. nearly everything that was a potential threat crossed your mind, but you tried to subdue it until actually needed to be a concern.

"(y/n)," your brother whispered, despite you thinking you'd hidden your sleepless night, legolas was not a fool.

quietly making your way over to him and sitting down on the grass next to his feet, much like you would when you were a child.

"why do you thrash around like something is bothering you?"

"because something is bothering me."

he didn't speak, which was his way of saying 'go ahead.'

"what happens if we do not help frodo destroy the ring? what will happen to the hobbits? aragorn? us? what about gimli? gandalf?" before you could notice, you began rambling on and on which legolas let you air out any concerns so he could shut them down at the end.

"do you not have faith in any of us?"

"it's not that i don't, i just fear that sauron's efforts might be more than what we're expecting."

"you're wise to acknowledge that, but it's best if you don't. the ring will be destroyed once frodo throws the ring-"

"have you not noticed how the ring has already affected the poor boy?"

"i have, but he is strong."

neither of you spoke, he was letting you process the idea that worries were insignificant in the grand scheme of things. you sat there, staring at the dirt and attempting to think of something to say but he eventually cut off your thoughts.

"go to sleep, muinthel." he ruffled your hair as if you were a little kid.

rolling your eyes and standing from your seated position, you began walking back to where your items were when you heard him ask, "why did you mention the hobbits first in your worries?"

you spun around quickly, looking back at him but he already had his back to you. heat rose to your cheeks, but luckily no one was awake to hear it. even if frodo was awake, there was no way he was worried about whatever legolas had to say.

the night after that you felt would go by just fine, especially seeing that legolas shifted your attention towards a certain hobbit.

meriadoc brandybuck.

you weren't sure how legolas knew about your crush, but that was besides the point. you'd been flirtatious with the hobbit since you first met him in rivendell. he was ruffling through your bag with pippin, they both argued that they thought it had been left behind as if you'd not just left the bag to go talk to lord elrond.

from that moment forward, you'd been smitten. he would flirt back but would often get pulled away into other more serious matters, like his dear cousin getting scolded by gandalf.

you weren't quite sure how you, an elf, could have such strong feelings for the hobbit. you often flattered yourself with using aragorn and arwen as an example, knowing neither of you quite fit those standards.

as you began thinking more and more about the potential of a relationship with merry, you began to doze off and eventually fall completely asleep. it only lasted for what felt like a few minutes until you woke up in a cold sweat.

frodo put the ring on his finger one last time. you stood next to sam, begging frodo to throw it but he wouldn't. sam had tears on his face, and he looked as if he'd just went through a lifetime of military battles.

'frodo, please.’

the look in his eye was dangerous, he began to march towards you with his hands out as if he were going to strangle you. with that image in your mind, you woke up.

a loud gasp escaped your lips and the figure that was approaching you jumped a little. your breathing was hard and rigid as you tried to make yourself become back in touch with reality.

"(y/n)," they kneeled down next to you, "it's okay, you're okay."

merry grabbed your hand gently, afraid to alarm you too much. when you finally realized that frodo hadn't been tainted by the ring and that you were still where you were when you fell asleep.

"merry?"

he hummed in response, "don't worry, it's only me. everyone else is still asleep, aside from your brother."

he knew mentioning that legolas was only a few feet away would be more comforting to you than anything. you glanced to spot him, and there he was. he hadn't strayed too far from where he was earlier when you spoke.

"do you wanna talk about it?" glancing back over to merry, you shook your head.

"not about that," your breath was still shaky, causing your words to be the same as well. you could tell he wanted to talk to you, but he understood if right after waking up from a nightmare was not the time. he began to get up but you gripped his hand before he could go anywhere, "but i still want to talk."

he put a finger up as if he was saying 'hold-on.' you watched as he nearly hopped over pippin's sleeping form to grab his satchel that he'd been using as a pillow, and then nearly trampling pippin again to come back to you.

that was another thing about your crush on merry. he could always make you laugh, no matter what mood you were in prior.

he sat down next to you, "what do we wanna talk about?"

you grinned, trying to hide your previous fears behind humor. you placed a finger on your chin, acting as if you were going to ponder on a topic.

"tell me about your life before you got wrapped up with this."

he began telling you everything. and that means everything. the poor hobbit started at the first moment of his life as a baby. he went on for ages, but you weren't complaining. it was interesting to hear about how hobbits were raised, seeing it was far different than how you were.

once he arrived at present time, he asked you about your life. you started the story as he did.

"well, my father is the king of the elves of-"

"king?"

"do you want my father's life story or my own?"

his face became red, but you could only giggle. you heard your brother chuckle beyond the trees, but continued. you told him about everything, and explained why you are so close to your brother. he was amazed at how eventful your life had been, and for an elf, you were very young.

he had a question about nearly everything, and would often find himself getting way too happy about your accomplishments for you.

"do you consider legolas your best friend?"

"the only person i really know is legolas," you smile, "he's not too bad, so i guess that is a yes."

"well you have us too!" he beamed, "us as in me, pippin,-"

"hm, legolas may be a tad better." you teased, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"yeah, but can your brother do this?" he started to get up to show you something, but you answered with a quick 'probably' that made him chuckle.

it wasn't until then, you realized how loud you both were being.

"merry, get over here!" you whisper yelled, trying to get his attention as he ran towards aragorn's sword that laid on the ground next to him.

he stopped in his tracks and looked back at you, seeing that you were smiling so he knew he was doing something right. instead of grabbing the sword, he came back to you and sat down again.

"are you feeling okay?"

you nod with no response, instead moving to lay back down. he mimicked your actions, going to lay down as-well. he noticed you had nothing to lay your head on, "a princess shouldn't have to lay her head on the ground."

you blushed at his comment, and he stretched his arm out to put it around your shoulder. your head rested perfectly on him, and you placed your hand on his chest.

the two of you laid in silence for a moment.

"merry," you paused, waiting for a sign that he was still awake.

he hummed in response again.

"thank you."

"you don't need to thank me. i just needed you to smile again."

with that, you both fell alseep in each other's grasp. that was until the next morning, which you'd not though of the reactions of the others.

the morning sun caused your eyes to flutter open, and the first thing you saw was a wide-awake pippin. he sat criss-crossed next to you and merry as if he was a lost puppy, wanting attention.

"good morning, (y/n)!" he grinned, "it looks like you and merry enjoyed each other's company last night."

"good morning pippin.."