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Can you write a hurt/comfort Gandalf×female reader? Maybe the reader has a panic attack before a battle or something? Gandalf needs more romance. If it's not your thing to write, I totally understand. But, if you do, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Gandalf x F! Reader

“Stronger than you know.”

A/n: Thank you for requesting! I hope it’s what you want!!! Mwah!

Y/n stood on the precipice of the battlefield, anxiety clawing at her chest like a relentless beast. The impending clash of armies, the chaos, the violence—it was all too much. She clutched the hilt of her sword, her knuckles white with tension, and her breaths came fast and shallow.

Gandalf, her beloved husband, sensed her distress. He reached out and gently took her hand, his touch grounding her in the midst of the turmoil. "Y/n," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm, "look at me."

She turned to him, tears brimming in her eyes, and met his steady gaze. "I can't do this, Gandalf," she confessed, her voice trembling. "I'm terrified."

He smiled, but it was a smile filled with empathy and love. "You are stronger than you realize, my dear. Remember all that you've overcome, the battles you've fought. You are not alone, and I am with you."

But as the war drums grew louder, Y/n's anxiety reached a breaking point. Her chest tightened, and she couldn't breathe. Panic gripped her heart, and she sank to her knees, gasping for air.

Gandalf knelt beside her, his face etched with concern. He cradled her in his arms, sheltering her from the chaos around them. "Breathe with me, Y/n," he murmured, guiding her through slow, deep breaths. "In... and out. In... and out."

She clung to his guidance, each measured breath a lifeline in the storm of her panic. Gradually, her racing heart began to steady, and the world stopped spinning.

Gandalf continued to hold her, his presence a fortress of strength. "You're safe," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I won't let anything harm you."

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Yes I re-read my own fics because I wrote them for ME

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Bilbo Baggins x Wife! Reader

“My peonies!”

A/n: sorry for my small disappearance! Currently setting up to go to college so I’ve been working extra for tuition!

The dwarves had returned to the Shire after a long journey, eager to visit their old friend Bilbo Baggins. To their surprise, they found Bilbo happily married, his new wife named Y/n. She was a shy and reserved hobbit, not uncomfortable around dwarves per se, but she seemed anxious whenever she sat with them.

One sunny morning, the dwarves gathered at Bilbo's home when they heard a commotion outside. Y/n's voice rang out, filled with anger. "My peonies!" she yelled, catching everyone's attention. Bilbo tan outside while his friends rushed to the window to see what was happening. There, they spotted Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, a hobbit who had married into the Baggin family, standing in their front garden. More like on top of the garden.

As Lobelia walked away, she shouted, "They're marigolds!" Y/n's frustration grew, and she turned to Bilbo, her face flushed. "I think she's right," Bilbo admitted, inspecting the flowers. "I may not know my flowers, but I know a bitch when I see one." Bilbo's eyes widened at Y/n’s remark, but he quickly took her hand and led her back inside the house.

Y/n, feeling upset and overwhelmed, retreated to another room, seeking solace in her solitude as she often did when she was sad. Meanwhile, the dwarves gathered around Bilbo, curious about his wife's temperament. Bilbo simply shrugged and said, "She's shy but quick to anger, even quicker when it's Lobelia."

Later that day, Bilbo decided to comfort Y/n, knowing that she had missed three important hobbit meals - second breakfast, elevenses, and lunch. He found her hiding away, her sadness still evident in her eyes. With a gentle smile, he persuaded her to come out and eat with him and his friends.

Reluctantly she joined them at the table, her appetite diminished by her melancholy. However, as she sat among the dwarves and Bilbo, their warm company and jovial conversation began to ease her troubled heart. The dwarves shared stories of their adventures and made her laugh, lifting her spirits little by little.

Throughout the meal, Bilbo stayed close to Y/n, offering her comfort and understanding. He knew that her shyness made it difficult for her to open up, but in moments like these, he felt grateful for the deep bond they shared.

One evening, after a warm dinner, the group gathered by the fireplace in Bilbo's cozy hobbit-hole. Y/n was sitting next to Bilbo, feeling much more at ease in their presence. As they reminisced about their journey together and the battles they had fought, Y/n smiled warmly at the camaraderie between her husband and his dwarven friends.

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I’m rewatching the battle of the five armies (extended) and can I just say Bofur looked so FINE in armor

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Well hello I happened to wander into your ask box, and was wondering if you could write an Elrond x rreader where the reader grew up in a toxic home and has a lot of scars from it and elrond innocently asks about them and then they open up to him and it's really fluffy maybe.

if this makes you uncomfy please ignore.

P! Elrond x Gn! Reader

“Scars of home”

A/n: I wrote it platonically bc I didn’t it want it to be the “I’ll kiss your scars away” cringe. Makes me recoil I’ll be happy to make another one romantic though if you would like :>

In the tranquil halls of Rivendell, where the soft melodies of nature danced through the air, lived a human whose past was marked by the harshness of their home. The scars of their past, both seen and unseen, adorned their heart and body. However, amidst the timeless beauty of Elrond's realm, a gentle light found its way into their life.

One serene day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Elrond found himself in the company of the Y/n. The two had developed a quiet friendship, founded on understanding and compassion. Elrond admired their strength and resilience, though he could sense the pain hidden behind their gentle eyes.

As they strolled through the peaceful gardens, Elrond couldn't help but notice the scars that adorned their skin. “My dear friend, may I inquire about the scars you adorn?”

At first, they were hesitated, their heart beating faster with the memories that resurfaced. Yet, there was something about Elrond's presence that felt safe, and with a deep breath, they decided to open up to him.

"These are the marks of a difficult past," they began, their voice soft but steady. "I grew up in a home plagued by hate—a place that should have been filled with love and care, but instead, it was a place of pain and cruelty."

Elrond listened attentively, his expression filled with empathy, and he didn't interrupt as Y/n continued to share their painful memories. They recounted the struggles they faced, the emotional wounds that ran deep, and the physical scars that bore testimony to their survival.

As they spoke, Elrond's heart swelled with compassion for them. He offered them a gentle hand, a silent gesture of support and comfort. "You have faced so much," he said softly. "Yet, you are here now, strong and resilient, despite the scars you carry."

Tears welled in the Y/n’s eyes, moved by Elrond's understanding and warmth. They found solace in his presence, the weight of their past momentarily lifted. "Thank you," they whispered, their voice quivering with emotion.

Elrond smiled gently, reassuringly. "It is an honor to be entrusted with your story," he said, "and know that you are not defined by your past. Here in Rivendell, you are surrounded by friends who care deeply for you."

And in that moment, they felt a sense of belonging, of being seen and accepted for who they were, scars and all. Elrond's compassion had kindled a spark of hope within them, reminding them that healing and love were not beyond reach.

As the stars began to dot the evening sky, Elrond and Y/n continued to stroll through the gardens, their conversation now filled with lightness and laughter. A beautiful friendship had bloomed, and in Rivendell's embrace, they found a sanctuary—a place to heal, to grow, and to embrace the love that had entered their life.

In the days that followed, Elrond continued to be a steadfast presence, offering a guiding hand and a caring heart. And as time passed, Y/n's emotional baggage began to fade, replaced by the warmth of love and the gentle touch of healing, all nurtured in the tranquil haven of Rivendell.

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Gandalf x F! Reader

“My dear husband”

A/N: listen the more I obsess over lotr and the hobbit the more I fall into the Gandalf propaganda. Thank you to whoever requested this.

The battle had been fierce, and Y/n had fought alongside her husband and the dwarves, her magical prowess proving invaluable. But as the dust settled, the reality of the toll the fight had taken on Gandalf became apparent. He lay unconscious, a deep gash on his head, and Y/n rushed to his side, her heart pounding with fear.

"No, no, no! Olórin!" she exclaimed, her hands trembling as she cradled his head in her lap. The dwarves watched on, their concern evident in their eyes.

Oin, the group's healer, quickly moved to them, trying to assess Gandalf's condition and offer his aid. "It's okay, lassie, I got him," he assured her, but Y/n's worry seemed to overshadow any reassurances.

"He's going to be fine," Oin continued, trying to comfort her.

But Y/n couldn't shake her anxiety. "You don't get it!" she cried, her voice filled with desperation. "Call me overprotective but I’ve seen death of all creatures and I will not let my husband be the next. If he dies, then I want to die!"

Her words hung heavy in the air, and the dwarves were struck by the depth of love and concern she held for Gandalf. The bond between them was clearly one of immense love and devotion.

Y/n lowered her head and gently placed a small kiss on Gandalf's forehead. "This stupid old man... oh my stupid old man, my darling," she cooed, her heart breaking at the sight of him injured.

Oin continued to tend to Gandalf, doing his best to heal the wound, but Y/n's emotions were raw and overwhelming. She couldn't bear the thought of losing him, and the possibility of life without him seemed unbearable.

As the moments passed, the company huddled around, their worry for their friend and his wife evident on their faces. They knew that Y/n's fears were not unfounded, for even a being as powerful as Gandalf could be vulnerable to mortal injuries.

With a deep breath, Oin finally managed to stabilize Gandalf's condition. "He's stable for now," he said, looking at Y/n with empathy.

Y/n nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude for Oin's skill and care. She continued to cradle Gandalf, unwilling to leave his side. The bond between them was unbreakable, and in that moment, Y/n knew that she would do whatever it took to protect him, just as he had always protected her.

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Bilbo Baggins X F! reader

“Unnoticed love?” PT1

Being the only girl in the company was undoubtedly challenging, especially as a hobbit. The dwarves had never encountered a hobbit lass before, and they initially hesitated to let Y/n join the journey, fearing she would slow them down with their preference for comfort, specific meal times, and plumper physiques compared to other races. However, Y/n's unwavering determination eventually won them over. She vividly recalled the events that led to their acceptance.

The moon bathed the Shire in its ethereal glow, casting a beautiful blue tint upon the ground. Y/n observed Bilbo cooking and preparing tea for both of them.

"I apologize for missing tea this morning. A wizard tried to recruit me for an adventure, but I declined," Bilbo said, placing a cup of tea in front of Y/n. The sweet aroma wafted towards her face. Bilbo knew exactly how she liked her tea, with a touch of cream and plenty of sugar.

"No need to worry, Bo. I witnessed the interaction on my way to the market," Y/n replied, lifting the cup and taking a small sip, her laughter escaping as she did.

"What's so amusing?" Bilbo asked, curiosity evident in his voice. "Oh, just the expression on your face when you went inside. It's not every day one sees a displeased Bilbo, unless it involves those Sackville-Baggins," Y/n chuckled, picking up one of the sweet treats Bilbo had prepared and taking a bite.

The two of them often shared meals together, almost like a tradition, which had led some of the other hobbits to speculate about their romantic involvement. However, Y/n knew deep down that her feelings were unrequited, despite her yearning for more. If only she could see the way Bilbo looked at her.

Their comfortable silence was shattered by a loud, insistent knocking on the door, startling both hobbits. "Were we expecting company?" Y/n placed her pastry down and stood up. "I don't believe so," Bilbo replied, joining her. He approached the door, hesitant about turning anyone away. What if they needed help? Taking a deep breath, he grasped the doorknob and opened the door. A dwarf stood before them, his features highlighted by the moon's glow, giving his beard a bluish undertone.

"Dwalin, at your service," the dwarf introduced himself, bowing and eyeing both hobbits. The interaction was awkward as he barged in and helped himself to some food, leaving the hobbits dumbfounded. "I guess what they say about dwarves is true," Y/n huffed, observing him devour their food.

Before long, more dwarves arrived, including Balin, the brother of the first dwarf, and two brothers named Fili and Kili. The wizard himself also made an appearance, followed by a swarm of dwarves stumbling over each other as they entered.

Y/n found amusement in watching their squabbles as they struggled to regain their footing. One dwarf tipped his hat and winked at her. "Bofur," he introduced himself, extending his hand, which Y/n shyly shook. "Y/n, a pleasure," she replied in a soft, cautious voice. Bofur placed his other hand on top of hers, grinning. This gesture did not go unnoticed.

The situation escalated when the group began singing, resulting in chaos. They clanged silverware together, tossed food, and spilled wine everywhere. It was a spectacle that surely alerted the neighbors. Y/n attempted to catch plates, while Bilbo desperately tried to prevent further damage, including potential plumbing disasters.

Now in the kitchen, washing the dishes, a young dwarf named Ori approached Y/n. She smiled, looking at his bashful face, as he handed her a plate. "Thank you, Master Dwarf," she said graciously.

Since that fateful night, Y/n found herself surrounded by the dwarves. Initially, there was tension due to her outburst with Thorin, but she felt more at ease with the others. When she wasn't conversing with Bilbo, she would engage in discussions with Bofur or Balin. Bilbo observed from a distance, his stomach churning with a sense of neglect. He couldn't quite pinpoint whether it was jealousy or anger, but he despised the feeling. He would watch Y/n return from the river, her wet hair clinging to her face, her flushed cheeks after a battle, or her cheeks puffing out when she ate. Observing her lick her lips only heightened his desire.

"Are you alright, Master Burglar?" Fili nudged Bilbo, snapping him out of his reverie. "Hm? Yes, I'm quite alright," Bilbo replied, fumbling with his hands, worried that he had been caught staring at his beloved friend. "It must be challenging being away from home, let alone on a perilous mission. But at least you still have some comfort with you," Fili remarked, glancing at Y/n. "I don't know how you manage to stay focused," he continued, his gaze lingering admiringly on her curvaceous figure. Bilbo couldn't blame them; he himself was guilty of such thoughts. He watched Y/n's every move, her hair still damp and sticking to her face as she walked alongside Ori, listening to his rant about his older brothers.

Bilbo's desire for Y/n remained unspoken, buried deep within. One side of him yearned to claim her as his own, to let the world know that she belonged to him. But he knew the truth—she was not his. They weren't courting, which meant she was available for others to pursue. The other side of him simply longed to drag her away into a secluded tent and express his desires, hoping she would reciprocate.

"Bilbo," Thorin's voice echoed, breaking the momentary trance. "Tend to the horses," he commanded. Bilbo sighed, watching Y/n fulfill her duties.

The company continued their journey towards Erebor, which meant passing through Mirkwood—a prospect that displeased Thorin but left him with no alternative. It was no surprise when they were captured by the elves. While the other dwarves underwent thorough searches, the elves were uncertain where to begin searching Y/n. One male elf patted down her sleeves, but that was the extent of it. "Hey! Why are you putting your filthy hands all over us but ignoring her?" Kili exclaimed, but the elf sighed and ignored his question. "We should have hidden our weapons on her," Gloin grumbled. "Excuse me?" Y/n turned her head, astonished by the remark.

They were presented before the king himself, Thranduil. Thorin gritted his teeth, looking beyond him. "Mr. Thorin, are you alright?" Y/n glanced at her leader, witnessing a softening in his gaze when he looked at her. She appeared so vulnerable, restrained—though they all likely did—yet he remained silent.

A gentle hand slid under Y/n's chin, redirecting her attention from Thorin to Thranduil. "Sweet hobbit, what brings you so far from the Shire?" Thranduil cooed, treating her as if she were a child. Y/n remained silent, her mind plagued by numerous

questions. Would everyone be alright? Would she be safe? And, most importantly, where was Bilbo? Unbeknownst to them, he observed everything from his hidden vantage point. He had never seen her look so fragile before, kneeling before a king, beneath someone who wasn't him.

"Are you at a loss for words? No matter, we will take good care of your friends," Thranduil declared before instructing his guards to remove them, leaving the two alone. Bilbo knew he had to act swiftly, despite the heartache it caused him. He had to find a way for them to escape as soon as possible.

Thranduil circled around Y/n, resembling a predator stalking its prey. "You never answered my question. Are you here to reclaim Erebor as well?" His tone carried a taunting quality, as if he couldn't believe a hobbit would willingly leave the comfort of their own home for an adventure. "Release them; they are my friends," Y/n spoke softly. Thranduil chuckled, ceasing his circling motion and kneeling before her. "Friends? Oh, my dear, you are merely a pawn in their game. Once they have the opportunity, they will discard you as if you were nothing," he said, gazing into her eyes. "Oh, little one."

He lightly caressed her cheek, smiling. "I believe it's only fair to say you will be treated much better here. I cannot allow your delicate hands to become even more roughed up than they already are," he remarked, alluding to the skirmish with the giant spiders. "Stay with me," he urged. "No," Y/n replied firmly.

"No?" Thranduil removed his hand from her cheek, repeating her answer. "No?" Rising from his kneeling position, he stared her down. "Why not? Do you truly wish to fight alongside these... these creatures? Oh, my dear, you should learn to choose your battles wisely because...," his voice darkened, "I'm afraid you won't be spared." "I'm doing this for someone I love!" Y/n blurted out. Instead of a chuckle, Thranduil burst into laughter. "You? You love one of the dwarves?" he exclaimed. "It's not the dwarves. It's..." Y/n's voice trailed off. Thranduil sighed, instructing Tauriel to apprehend her alongside the others.

Now sitting alone in a dark and desolate cell, Y/n was left with her thoughts. Worries washed over her, refusing to dissipate. They were trapped, and Bilbo was nowhere to be found. What if he had been devoured by the spiders?

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Elrond x M! Reader

“Dad”

Arwen was in the kitchen with her father's boyfriend, Y/n, cooking up a delicious meal for the family. As she reached for an ingredient, she turned to Y/n and said, "Can you hand me the salt, Dad?" As soon as the word slipped out of her mouth, Arwen froze. She hadn't meant to call Y/n "Dad". But there was something about the way he had been there for her and her father that made her feel like he was a part of the family.

Y/n stopped what he was doing and looked at Arwen with a gentle smile. "It's okay," he said, handing her the salt. "I'm happy to be a part of your family, Arwen." Feeling embarrassed and guilty for the slip of the tongue, Arwen stuttered out an excuse, saying she wasn't thinking. But Y/n just gave her a warm hug and told her not to worry about it.

Unbeknownst to them, Elrond had been standing in the other room, listening to the exchange. When he heard Arwen call Y/n "Dad", his heart swelled with pride and happiness.

He knew that Y/n had been a wonderful influence on his daughter, and seeing them together like this only confirmed it. Elrond couldn't help but smile from ear to ear as he watched them cook together, feeling grateful for the love and connection that had grown between them.

As they sat down to enjoy their meal, Elrond couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/n’s presence in their lives. He knew that the road ahead would not be easy, but having Y/n by his side gave him hope and strength.

And seeing the way Y/n and Arwen interacted, Elrond knew that they were in good hands. Together, they would face whatever challenges came their way, and come out stronger on the other side.

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Frodo x F! Reader

“Forehead kiss”

A/n: for @almost-gabrielle

First part: https://www.tumblr.com/elrondsimp/717409024357842944/hi-i-really-love-your-writing-and-i-was-wondering

A few days had passed, and Y/n's health had gradually improved. She was finally feeling like herself again, but there was one problem - Frodo had fallen ill. It seemed that taking care of her had taken a toll on him.

Y/n couldn't help but feel guilty for Frodo's condition, and now it was her turn to be the caregiver. She fussed over him, bringing him hot soup, herbal remedies, and blankets to keep him warm.

Frodo, despite his weakened state, couldn't resist his affectionate nature. He reached out to Y/n, his eyes pleading. "Please, Y/n, just one kiss. It would make me feel better."

Y/n frowned and scolded him gently. "Frodo, you kissed me when you were sick, and now you're paying the price. I can't risk getting ill again. But I'll take care of you, I promise."

Frodo pouted, but he understood her concerns. He settled for Y/n's forehead kisses, finding comfort in her touch even without the physical closeness he desired.

One evening, as Y/n tended to Frodo's needs, the rest of the Fellowship, curious about his condition, peeked into the room. They were met with a flustered Y/n, her cheeks turning rosy, and a stubborn expression on her face.

"I-it's to check his temperature!" Y/n blurted out, her voice betraying her nervousness.

Gimli raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming on his face. "Oh, of course, Y/n. Checking his temperature with your lips, are you?"

Y/n's face flushed deeper, and she stammered, trying to find a way to explain herself. "N-no, not like that! It's just...a friendly gesture. Frodo needs some comfort, you know."

Aragorn, ever the understanding leader, stepped in, his voice calm. "Y/n, we trust you. Take care of Frodo as you see fit. We'll leave you to it."

With a nod of gratitude, Y/n watched as the Fellowship departed, leaving her alone with Frodo once more. She turned to Frodo, her eyes filled with determination.

"Now, Mr. Baggins," Y/n said firmly, "no more trying to persuade me into kissing you until you're fully recovered. We'll get through this together, but no more unnecessary risks."

Frodo sighed, realizing he wouldn't be able to change her mind. But he couldn't help but smile as Y/n leaned in to gently press a kiss against his forehead, showing her care and concern.

And so, Y/n tended to Frodo with love and devotion, providing him the care he needed until he regained his strength. Their bond grew stronger as they supported each other through sickness and health, proving that sometimes it's the selflessness and unwavering support that define true love.

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The Fellowships’ Various Reactions!

“I’ll finish what you start!” PT2

A/N: for @liamwinters

Frodo Baggins: Frodo, being a gentle and peace-loving hobbit, appreciates Y/n's philosophy of avoiding conflict. He admires their ability to defend themselves when necessary but hopes that peaceful resolutions can be found without resorting to violence.

Samwise Gamgee: Sam is loyal to Frodo and shares his values. He respects Y/n's approach and believes in their ability to protect themselves and their friends when required. Sam would likely offer support and encouragement to Y/n in their peaceful but assertive stance.

Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took: Merry and Pippin, being mischievous hobbits, might find Y/n's philosophy interesting but would likely enjoy a good fight themselves. They might tease Y/n good-naturedly about their preference for avoiding conflict but would ultimately respect their choice.

Aragorn: As a seasoned warrior and leader, Aragorn understands the importance of self-defense. He appreciates Y/n's determination to protect themselves and their loved ones. Aragorn would likely view Y/n's stance as a valuable asset to the Fellowship, particularly in situations where negotiations fail and battles become inevitable.

Legolas: Legolas, being an elf known for his exceptional archery skills, values harmony and peace. He would respect Y/n's belief in avoiding conflict and likely admire their ability to stand up for themselves when necessary. Legolas might also appreciate Y/n's potential to find alternative solutions to conflicts.

Gimli: Gimli, a proud dwarf warrior, might initially be skeptical of Y/n's aversion to conflict. However, he would also recognize the importance of strategic thinking and the value of having someone skilled in both diplomacy and self-defense. Over time, Gimli would likely come to respect Y/n's approach.

Gandalf: Gandalf, the wise and powerful wizard, understands the complexities of conflict and the importance of self-defense. He would appreciate Y/n's philosophy of avoiding unnecessary violence and relying on their abilities to defend themselves when pushed to their limits. Gandalf would likely encourage Y/n to find a balance between peace and self-preservation.

Boromir: Boromir, a brave but flawed warrior, might view Y/n's philosophy with some skepticism. He is driven by the need to protect his people and might initially consider Y/n's reluctance to initiate conflict as a weakness. However, as he witnesses Y/n's ability to defend themselves when needed, Boromir could grow to respect their approach and see the value in their stance.

Overall: Each member of the Fellowship has their own unique perspectives and backgrounds, but ultimately, they would recognize the importance of Y/n's ability to defend themselves while still upholding their commitment to avoid unnecessary conflict. They would value Y/n's contribution to the Fellowship and appreciate the diverse set of skills and beliefs that each member brings to the group.

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do you suppose we could have a company x modern! reader oneshot where one evening they get the idea to try drawing a light glyph (like from the owl house) and it actually works and just about everyone else is baffled because they didn’t think humans could do magic and the reader’s just sitting there amazed because holy mahal they just did magic.

if you’re up for it. please, and thank you

The Hobbit X Gn! Reader

“Owl house?”

A/n: I’ve never seen owl house (and never will) so I hope this was good enough.

The wind howled through the darkened forest as rain poured down relentlessly. The company, seeking shelter from the storm, huddled together under the meager cover of a large rock formation. Gloin and Oin, the dwarven brothers, were desperately attempting to start a fire, but their efforts were in vain. Frustration mounted, and their argument grew louder with each passing moment.

Thorin, the weary leader of the company, raised his voice above the clamor. "Enough!" he commanded, his tone filled with exhaustion. The arguing ceased immediately, and the dwarves turned their attention to their leader.

Just then, Y/n, a human who found themselves transported to this fantastical world, had an idea. They had witnessed magic during their time here, and though they lacked the innate abilities of the dwarves or other magical creatures, they had an inkling of an idea that might just work.

"Wait," Y/n spoke up, their voice filled with excitement and hope. "I have an idea. Give me a moment."

Curiosity piqued, the company watched as Y/n reached into their pocket and pulled out a small notebook and a pencil. With deliberate movements, they sketched a glyph on a blank page, the symbol reminiscent of the magical glyphs from a show they used to watch.

Once the glyph was complete, Y/n held up the page, the rainwater sliding off its surface. They whispered a few words, their voice barely audible over the storm, and with a flick of their wrist, they released the page into the air.

To the astonishment of everyone present, the glyph on the paper began to glow softly. A warm, gentle light emanated from it, casting an otherworldly glow over the surrounding area. The raindrops that came into contact with the light turned into tiny sparks, fizzling away harmlessly.

The dwarves' eyes widened in disbelief, their jaws dropping in awe. They had always believed that only those born with magic could harness its power. Yet here was a human, from a completely different world, conjuring magic right before their eyes.

Y/n could hardly believe it themselves. The realization of what they had just accomplished sank in, and they couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and wonder. They had always been captivated by tales of magic, but now, they had become a part of that magical realm.

Thorin, recovering from his initial shock, approached Y/n, his expression a mixture of amazement and gratitude. "You have brought us a ray of hope in this dark hour," he said, his voice filled with appreciation. "Your magic has saved us, Y/n."

Y/n, still processing the magnitude of what had transpired, smiled humbly at their companions. "I may be from a different world, but I am honored to stand among you and share in this adventure."

As the storm raged on outside, the company found solace in the warm glow of Y/n's magical creation. In that moment, boundaries of race and origin were forgotten, replaced by a shared sense of awe and unity. Together, they weathered the storm, bound by the magic that now flowed within and around them.

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Fili x F! Reader

“Charcoal Heart”

Fili, feeling a surge of playful affection, reached out and took Y/n's hand. With a mischievous grin, he delicately drew a small heart on her finger using some sharpen charcoal. "Here," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "to remember me if we ever get lost."

Y/n's eyes widened with delight as she admired the tiny heart drawn on her finger. "Oh, Fili, it's so cute," she exclaimed, unable to resist the urge to show her appreciation. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the drawn heart.

Just as their lips parted, Fili couldn't resist continuing the game. He brought his charcoal to his lips and, with a mischievous expression, drew a heart on them. "You forgot one," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Y/n's cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and amusement, and she couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh. "Fili!" she exclaimed, her voice a playful reprimand.

From a distance, Kili observed the exchange with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "I can't believe I'm related to him," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

Thorin, overhearing Kili's comment, couldn't help but chuckle. "Can't believe I'm related to the both of you," he remarked with a wry smile, his eyes sparkling with a hint of familial pride.

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P! Gandalf x F! Reader

“Hearty stew”

Gandalf had always felt a special sense of protectiveness towards Y/n, the youngest and only female hobbit in the Fellowship. She possessed a certain innocence and vulnerability that tugged at his heartstrings. He had taken it upon himself to ensure her safety and well-being during their perilous journey.

As the fellowship gathered around the campfire, sharing stories and laughter, Gandalf took a moment to prepare a bowl of hearty stew for her. He carefully selected the choicest ingredients and seasoned it with just the right amount of herbs and spices. The others playfully watched him, knowing his affection for the young hobbit.

"Aha, Gandalf! Playing favorites, are you?" Aragorn teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Gandalf chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Perhaps I am, my dear Aragorn," he replied. "But it is not out of favoritism, but out of a desire to ensure Y/n's comfort and well-being. She is the youngest and the only lady among us, after all."

The others nodded in understanding, their banter turning into warm smiles. They recognized Gandalf's genuine concern for Y/n and respected his desire to look after her.

Gandalf handed the steaming bowl of stew to Y/n, who accepted it gratefully with a smile. Her eyes sparkled with gratitude as she looked up at the wise old wizard.

"Thank you, Gandalf," she said softly. "You always take such good care of us."

Gandalf patted her head gently, his wrinkled face softened by a tender expression. "It is my pleasure, my dear," he replied warmly. "You are a precious member of our fellowship, and I shall do my utmost to keep you safe and sound."

The fellowship continued their evening, the camaraderie and affection among them strengthened by their shared adventures and the bonds they had formed. They knew that they could rely on each other, and Gandalf's protective nature towards Sofia served as a reminder of the deep trust and care they had for one another.

As they savored the meal and the company, the flickering firelight danced upon their faces, casting a warm glow that mirrored the friendship and love that had grown within their fellowship.

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The hobbit modern reader

After falling into middle earth the company learns a thing or two about you, the fact that you don’t do conflict is one of them.

So when you tell them that “my mom told me to never throw the first punch, but be dame sure to throw the last one” is something you live by, and have yet to have someone try you???

Well, let’s see the before and after reactions shall we???

Various hobbit reactions!

“I’ll finish what you start.”

Bilbo Baggins: Bilbo, being more reserved and inclined towards avoiding conflict, may initially be taken aback by y/n's statement. However, as he witnesses y/n's skills in action, he might develop a newfound respect for their ability to defend themselves and their determination to stand up for what they believe in.

Gandalf: As a wise and experienced wizard, Gandalf might understand y/n's perspective on conflict and the importance of self-defense. He may see y/n's actions as a necessary means to protect themselves and their companions, and he could potentially offer guidance and support in honing their abilities.

Thorin Oakenshield: Thorin, being a proud and fierce leader, might appreciate y/n's willingness to fight for their beliefs. He might see y/n's actions as a sign of strength and courage, and their display could earn their respect as a valued member of the company.

Dwarves (Fili, Kili, Balin, etc.): The reactions of the other dwarves would likely vary. Some may be impressed by y/n's combat skills and view them as a valuable asset in their journey. Others might be more cautious or skeptical, as they may not fully understand y/n's approach to conflict or how it aligns with their own cultural values.

Elves (such as Legolas): Elves, known for their grace and skill in battle, may find common ground with y/n's approach. They could appreciate y/n's determination to defend themselves and their friends, and may even offer guidance or training to further refine y/n's combat abilities.

Other: (Bard, Beorn, etc.): The reactions of characters like Bard the Bowman or Beorn would depend on their own perspectives and experiences with conflict. They may have different opinions on the use of violence, and their reactions could range from admiration to caution.

Overall, the company members would likely be intrigued and impressed by y/n's statement and subsequent display of their abilities. It could lead to deeper discussions and a better understanding of y/n's approach to conflict, forging new dynamics within the group as they navigate the challenges of their journey through Middle-earth.

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Elrond x M! Reader

“Armor”

Elrond rode back to Rivendell on his horse, feeling weary and battle-worn from his journey. He had just saved Gandalf from the orcs, and he couldn't wait to return to his home and his boyfriend, Y/n.

As he entered the gates of Rivendell, he could see Y/n waiting for him, looking anxious and worried. As he dismounted from his horse, he felt Y/n rush up to him, a look of awe in his eyes.

"Elrond, you... you look amazing," Y/n said, his voice soft and reverent.

Elrond looked down at himself, realizing that he was still wearing his armor. He had forgotten to change back into his normal robes before returning home.

Y/n couldn't take his eyes off of him, and Elrond felt a warmth spread through his chest. He had never felt so desired and loved before.

"Thank you, Y/n," Elrond said, smiling at him. "But let's go inside and get me out of this armor before dinner."

Y/n nodded, but he couldn't help but sneak one last glance at Elrond's armored form before following him inside. Elrond felt a flush rise to his cheeks at the attention, but he couldn't deny that it felt good to be desired by the one he loved.

As they made their way inside, Elrond knew that he had a new sense of confidence. He had just saved Gandalf, and his boyfriend couldn't take his eyes off of him in his armor. He felt strong and capable, and he knew that nothing could stop him as long as he had Y/n by his side.

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Elrond x Gn! Reader

“Mine”

Elrond watched from the shadows as y/n chatted with one of the guards, laughing at something the person had said. His jaw clenched as the guard placed a hand on y/n's shoulder, leaning in closer to them. Elrond knew that y/n was oblivious to the person's advances, but he couldn't help the possessive anger that boiled inside him.

Without a word, Elrond stepped out of the shadows and walked up to the guard, towering over them with a fierce look in his eyes. The guard immediately straightened up, realizing that they had just made a grave mistake. Elrond placed a hand on y/n's shoulder, pulling them closer to his side.

"Is there a problem?" Elrond asked, his voice cold and threatening.

The guard stammered, trying to come up with an excuse, but Elrond wasn't having any of it. "I suggest you keep your hands to yourself," Elrond said, his grip on y/n's shoulder tightening. "They're mine."

y/n looked up at Elrond in confusion, not quite sure what was going on. Elrond had never made their relationship public before, but he was doing so now in the most possessive way possible.

The guard backed away slowly, realizing that they had just crossed a line. Elrond watched them go, his eyes never leaving the person's retreating figure.

"Are you okay?" Elrond asked, turning to y/n.

y/n nodded, still a bit bewildered. "I'm fine," they said, a small smile tugging at the corners of their lips. "But I didn't know you were so possessive."

Elrond smiled back, a bit sheepishly. "I can't help it when it comes to you," he said, pulling y/n into a tight embrace. "You're mine, and I won't let anyone else forget that."

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Hi guys sorry for not posting for a hot second. I’ve been kinda dead for ideas so I was wondering if anyone could send in a request? I would greatly appreciate it and hopefully it’ll get me out my writers block.

Another reason why I’ve been gone is because I recently just graduated HS and I’m about to move states for work and soon college. Not dead just tired aha.