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Currently writing for Lord of the Rings & The Hobbit movies (i haven't watched the Rings of Power series nor War of Rohirrim yet sorry)

Characters I will write for:

• The entire Fellowship

• Arwen🧝🏻‍♀️

• Faramir (💕)

• Éowyn and Éomer 💅🏻

• Bilbo Baggins (TH version)

• Thorin Oakenshield

• Fíli and Kíli

• (Ask for specific members of the Company and I'll tell you whether I write for them or not, I don't want this post to be a Bible)

Modes of writing:

• Scenarios/headcanons (one character or many)

• Oneshots (one character of your choice)

• Ships (NO PROSHIPS)

• Self inserts (character x Reader) [the Reader will be fem! unless you say otherwise

Things I will NOT write:

• Incest

• Rape/Non-con

• EDs

• Just behave, guys, I want everyone to have fun here okay?

All in all, just have fun and please don't be scared of talking to me! I don't bite unless provoked first ;)

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Modern au Eowyn?

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☀️SAMFRO SUMMER☀️

Yeah sorry for it being so late in the day, I slept like a baby during the night and procrastinated this one like the bitch I am, enjoy!

Day 3: Nature / Wilderness

Prompt: camping trip, bonfire, stargazing (sort of)

Disclaimer: yet another modern au you love to see it also i haven't read beren and luthien so i'm improvising here and adding my own tweak

"Peregrin Took, this is your last warning. If we have to listen the same ghost story you insist happened to you, I'm taking you back to your cabin, even if I have to drag you there myself." Their camp counselor, Aragorn, was clearly not messing around, and Sam, truth be told, could not fault him.

It was a mandatory activity, this camping trip, you see. No one had chosen to stay outdoors where anything could touch you in the dead of night, and least of all, Aragorn. However, he had to bow to the whims of the director of all the camp, someone called Elrond. Fortunately, his girlfriend Arwen had come with them.

"For your information, I wasn't going to!" The indignation of the youngest of the campers was thoroughly dampened as it was met with the poker faces of the others. It was late, and, unless they found something interesting to talk about, they could just as well go to sleep, which doesn't really make for a fun experience.

"How about you try and tell them a story, elskaður [beloved]?" Arwen said gently, the foreign word a proof of her Nordic heritage. How did he know this? Simple, Merry had made a background check of both their camp counselors first thing after they met them.

Pippin groaned but was quickly silenced by a well-aimed nudge on his side by his cousin. Aragorn hummed and rubbed his chin in concentration. Finally, he turned to the woman.

"Hvað með að ég segi þeim söguna af Beren og Lúthien?" [How about I tell them the story of Beren and Lúthien?]

"That seems like a great idea!" Arwen giggled. "It's such a beautiful story."

"What is?" Pippin grumbled. "We don't speak Russian, I'll remind you."

"It's not Russian, Pip. It's Icelandic, I told you they were from there, have you even been listening to me?"

Aragorn cleared his throat and threw a glare at the cousins, as if challenging them to complain any further.

"It is a traditional story from where we come from, truly. A human boy fell in love with a spirit of the forest and they had to go through many troubles so that their love would be deemed worthy in the eyes of the forest's deity. In the end, their love shone so bright, it was decided that they would be put in the night sky so their brilliance could guide others on the same endeavour. The legend goes that if you confess your love to someone under the night sky on the summer solstice, which is when Beren met Lúthien for the first time, then your love will be seen by them and said to the gods, so that it is archived in the stars for all eternity."

Sam can't sleep at all. The bonfire cracks with the last burning cinders as the wood splinters. Perhaps the ground is too hard for his back; if only he hadn't forgotten his mattress in the cabin, maybe he would be on the way to dreamland by now. As things are currently, the only thing separating him from a jutting rock is the thin fabric of the cheap sleeping bag. It keeps him from freezing but it offers little else in terms of comfort.

If he strains his ears, he can hear the snoring from the other tent. One can only imagine the sleeping positions of the cousins. As he turns around to find a more bearable position, he almost lets out a scream. Blue pools are looking straight at him. Just Frodo, he notes with a breath of relief.

"Were you watching me sleep?" Frodo only hums and shrugs. Now that he notices, he looks tired. Therefore, he changes the question. "Have you slept at all?"

A shake. Of course. With a sigh, Sam sits up and kicks his sleeping bag off of him. "What troubles you?"

Frodo keeps looking at him, as if he hasn't even registered Sam addressing him. As he opens his mouth to repeat the question, a whisper stops him in his tracks.

"Today is the summer solstice."

"Wh-"

Frodo rolls his eyes fastidiously. "The story. Summer solstice. Today."

"I mean, sure, yeah." Sam is wracking his head. "What does it have to do with you not being to sleep? I hadn't even known you were paying attention at all, you were so focused on the stars."

The raven-haired guy groans and mutters something that sounds a lot like "How can you be so obtuse?", which would greatly offend Sam if he hadn't been grabbed by the neck of his shirt and pulled towards Frodo.

"What are you doing?" He can feel his face grow hotter by the second, a direct effect of the short distance that now separates them.

"Don't hate me for this, Sam." And without warning (seriously, just a bit would be greatly appreciated!), he presses his lips to Sam.

Oh.

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☀️SAMFRO SUMMER☀️

Hello again, my lovelies! I thank you for all the attention you gave to my first post of this wonderful event! This is for all of us having fun for the rest of the duration :)

Day 2: Sun / Heat

Prompt: sunburn, searching for shade

Disclaimer: another modern AU lmao

Warning: Frodo gets sun poisoning (always remember to put on sunscreen, guys!)

Pippin and Merry can't stop laughing, and, in any other case, Sam would have a mind of his own to yell at (to the best of his abilities) and scold them for doing so. The sorry sight in front of him, however, is enough to distract him from the two idiots.

Frodo has committed the grave mistake of not applying the mandatory three layers of sunscreen that his pale complexion requires as a minimum. The consequences have left him with skin a bright red that could rival even the ripest tomato from Bilbo's garden.

He is clearly in pain, yet Sam doesn't know how to help, and the continued snickering of the two younger cousins is starting to grate on his nerves.

"How long have you stayed under the sun?" Sam can't wrap his head around the notion that it might have been a mere half an hour, in which Frodo had dozed off in the inflatable mattress shaped like a flamingo. At least, he had the wisdom to put on some sunglasses, but the glaring white skin around his eyes certainly makes for quite a funny image.

All possible humour disappears when Frodo's expression crumbles and he turns to a side in pain. Please God, don't let him throw up, Sam thinks. He is well aware of how much his boyfriend loathes that.

He turns abruptly to the still snickering (seriously?) duo and sternly orders them to bring some Aloe Vera and Aftersun. It seems to do the trick, for Merry sobers up immediately and, after a well placed shove on Pippin's side, drags him over to where their bags are placed.

While that is being handled, he decides to move Frodo to a cooler place. Looking around, he sees quite a sizeable palm tree. It will have to do for his purposes.

It is easier said than done, partly because he is wrestling with a dead weight that refuses to let himself be moved.

"Oh, Sam. Just leave me here. Everything is too sore." Sam shakes his head. Frodo might be stubborn like an ox, but he can do that too. An unstoppable force against an immovable object. May the strongest win.

"You can't stay here in the sun, Frodo. It will just get worse."

"Then we can wait for it to be night." Sam can't help but to snort at such a stupid statement. The conviction with which it's said is trademark of the raven-haired boy. Yet, it is not strong enough. Drastic measures shall be taken, then.

"The swimming pool will close way before that. Let's just go to the shade for now." He sighs when Frodo does a grabby gesture with his hands that reminds him of a little kid. "Do you want me to carry you there?"

At the nod, he sighs again yet concedes. What kind of partner would he be if he left his boyfriend to suffer? A really bad one, that's for sure.

Some awkward maneuvers later, and they're comfortably sat under the shade of the palm tree. Sam leans back on the trunk, while Frodo rests his head on his lap.

They don't have to wait for long as Merry and Pippin appear a few minutes later, followed closely by Aragorn. He seems to be a bit upset. He must have been interrupted during a conversation with the other lifeguard, a beautiful woman called Arwen. His expression changes as he sees the almost limp Frodo, and jogs the last few steps before crouching by his side.

"It does not seem to be too serious." He hums as he gently puts a hand on Frodo's forehead. Then, he turns to Sam. "You did well to bring him here so fast. And the skin lotions are the best solution for this kind of situations." Aragorn hands him a cold water bottle. "Make sure he drinks all of this; small sips, though. Call for me if he gets any worse."

And with that, he leaves with an almost imperceptible hop in his feet. Most plausible it is a sign of his eagerness to continue speaking with Arwen.

Merry and Pippin stay for a few moments, perhaps to see that Frodo doesn't disintegrate in dust particles. They quickly get bored, however, and run off to the pool diving board to enjoy the last hours of sun.

"You can go with them. I'll be fine." Frodo smiles wearily up at him.

"I don't like water very much." Sam smiles in return. "Stay put and drink. Don't think you're getting off lightly, by the way. In a few weeks, I'll be peeling the dead skin off, as slow as I can, and you can't do anything to avoid it."

Frodo groans at the prospect of this, and Sam smiles triumphantly.

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☀️SAMFRO SUMMER☀️

Hi guys!!! It's been so long yes I'm so sorry about it, but guess what! I'm participating in my first ever event hehe I apologize if the fanfics are not up to the quality I'm used to produce, I've had some hard days lately, but nothing that can stop me :)

Day 1: Large Gatherings / Festivities

Prompt: meeting family

Disclaimer: This will be a Modern AU because I felt like it :P

His boyfriend is looking at him with the saddest eyes he has ever seen both in TV and in real life, and Sam feels like an asshole.

Let's rewind a bit, shall we? A mere minute ago, Samwise Gamgee (Sam for friends; my dear Sam for a select group of one sole member) has uttered a phrase that could very well signify a breach in the trust of his partner. A trust that has been nurtured for as many years as they have known each other, which makes up a really big percentage of their lives. Before he can open his mouth to amend the situation, reality comes crashing down like a hurled rock.

"You don't want to meet my parents?" Frodo's voice is soft and gentle, yet he notices the hint of sadness and, fear, maybe, in the hidden notes of his tone.

There's nothing he can do to avoid the blush that is spreading steadily across his face. You would think that after a year of sharing a bed, talking about these things would stop making him feel like he was in a racing car, bracing for dear life.

"That's not what I meant!" His hands are frantic, trying to find nonexistent purchase on the air in front of him. "It's just..."

Frodo is crossing his arms and looking away. Shit, he's losing him. Quick, Sam! Out with it!

"Look, I just don't think your parents are going to like me, that's all." His voice loses its little force as the sentence leaves his mouth, and the last words are barely audible.

However, Frodo has a sixth sense for these things, and quite a selective ear. And apparently, he really wants to hear what Sam has to say.

"Are you stupid?" Sam's head snaps up, and Frodo's hand flies to his mouth. "I'm sorry!" He grins slightly, with that smile that reminds him so much of his Brandybuck cousin. "But you have to admit it is stupid."

"Frodo!" He is blushing even more and for a moment wonders if someone can die of a heatstroke or something similar from embarrassment. "It's a totally valid concern."

The raven-haired boy waves his hand, as if banishing his concerns out of their shared space. "Not when we're talking about my parents. What brought this up? You've known Bilbo since you were little!"

"Well yeah, he's not the one that worries me." A quick side glance and a murmur. "Although he can be pretty scary sometimes."

Frodo hums with a mischievous smile. "Couldn't tell you. I've always been an angel." He walks up to Sam and throws his arms around his shoulders, in a loose hug that makes his heart calm down even the tiniest bit. "Is it Thorin, then?"

A quick nod is all he needs for an answer before he is sweetly but sternly moving Sam's face to look at him. "You don't have to worry about him at all. He is like the biggest softie I've ever seen. And it'll be only the four of us today; you don't even have to meet the rest of my uncles and cousins."

Sam swallows thickly. "How many are there?"

"Oh, at least twelve!" Frodo says as if having at least twelve direct relatives is the most normal thing in the world. Him and his shenanigans. "Anyways, we should get ready! We have to get the bus in less than 20 minutes."

Yes. In less than twenty minutes, Samwise Gamgee will make the first step into a new phase of his relationship with Frodo Baggins.

The clock is ticking.

The house where the Baggins-Durin currently live has not changed in the last decades. If what Frodo said is anything to go by, both Bilbo and him approximately 40 years later, have grown in this exact house. Still, for having seen the entire life of at least two generations, the building looks like new. He comments as much as Frodo, who smiles as they walk up to the driveway.

"It looks like it, right? It's all Thorin, he loves doing that kind of work."

"I thought he did drawings for Bilbo's books."

Frodo leans his head slightly toward Sam, as if conceding. "He does, but he likes to spend his free time doing manual labour."

Before he can reply, the front door slams open and two creatures rush over to where they am. He doesn't have time to protect Frodo from the impending danger as his boyfriend is already squatting and hugging the furry monsters? Oh, now that he notices, they're cats.

"Oh, Sam! Come see them! This one is Gollum." He points to a sphynx cat who has busied itself with gnawing his index finger. "And this is Smaug." A tabby orange cat who is shooting daggers at him. They don't exactly exude trust to Sam, but he is not going to ignore his partner's pets.

The sphynx cat does not seem to like the unwanted attention and so Sam is well-received with a slap that has him retracting his hand in surprise.

"Frodo Baggins! Leave those devil spawns alone and come inside already!" The voice comes from the doorway and when Sam looks up, his blood freezes. There he is. Thorin Durin. Their eyes cross and he immediately regrets it. Thorin's eyes are as blue as his adoptive son, but where Frodo's are gentle like the calm sea, Thorin's remind him of jagged ice. Certainly not a good vibe.

His partner does not seem concerned about such trivial things and runs up to the tall man, who immediately engulfs him in a hug. Huh, maybe he is really a softie.

"Dad, this is Sam!" The man looks at him and he feels himself stiffen up. Nope, definitely not a softie.

Thorin hums and extends his hand, which Sam takes as he tries to say "Nice to meet you" without stumbling too much. The man seems amused so either he did an actually decent performance or he is about to get thrown out on the street like a dirty handkerchief.

"Do come in, both of you." Alright, it seems he has passed the first test.

The house in the inside is as he remembers from the snippets of his childhood as Frodo and him passed the afternoons playing together. The kitchen looks smaller now, though, probably a product of both of them growing up. However, the image itself has not changed at all. Bilbo Baggins is still in charge of everything concerning this specific room.

"Oh, my dear boy! How much I've missed you." He goes to hug Frodo, and grabs him by his shoulders. "I've told you multiple times to call us, haven't I?"

Frodo nods and apologizes.

"No matter, you're here now and that's what matters." He turns around and his gaze falls on Sam. "Ah, and you must be Hamfast's boy! My, you have grown up mightily. I barely recognize you." Sam smiles and nods shyly.

Before long, the four of them are sat around a table in the backyard, at the insistence of Bilbo, who uses the lovely summer weather as an excuse to eat outside. The other three have not the heart to refuse and so, the lunch is served. Thankfully, it seems there are no pesky bugs waiting to feast on their meal.

"Well," Bilbo says as they're eating the main dish. "How are your studies going?"

Frodo swallows his bite and smiles. "Oh, it's going great. By the way, Merry and Pippin told me to ask you whether you have leftover Old Toby and to say hello to you. In that order, as I recall."

"Now, those pesky rascals you have as cousins... I'll see what I have for them later. And you, Sam?"

Surprised at being directly spoken to, he needs a second or two to compose himself, before he speaks a bit about his classes and his family. Frodo's steadying hand on his thigh is working a miracle on his nerves and, with sudden clarity, he wishes to stay like this forever.

The illusion is briefly broken with Thorin clearing his throat. "So, Samwise. For how long have you known Frodo?"

"O-Oh, since we were little."

Thorin shakes his head. "Allow me to rephrase my question. Since when have you been dating him?"

"Dad!" Frodo tries to take the reins of the conversation but Thorin raises his hand in a final gesture.

Sam swallows and sneakily wipes his hands on his pants, as they have started to sweat quite a bit. "A-A year, sir."

Thorin hums and crosses his arms, leaning back on his chair. "I see. You know what will happen if you hurt him, right?"

"Dad, I think that's enough!" Now Frodo sounds like he is pissed, yet Sam cannot focus on that right now. He feels angry himself. Who does this guy think he is?

"I apologize for my impertinence, sir, but I would never hurt Frodo as long as I'm conscious of my actions. It goes against every principle of mine and would not be a rightful showcase of my love for him. So, I ask of you not to doubt me, Mister Durin."

It's the longest he has ever talked with someone that isn't from his immediate circle of friends. He realizes that his hand is enclosing Frodo's and when he dares to look up, he sees that his boyfriend's face is the reddest he has ever seen. In front of them, Bilbo is hiding his laugh behind his hand and Thorin is looking at him with what seems to be newfound respect and approval.

"I see," he nods and stands up. He walks up to Sam and claps his back so hard, he's sure he has broken a rib or two. The sudden side hug is even more surprising.

"Welcome to our family, then, Samwise Gamgee."

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sinking town lotr ver

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"Éowyn, Éowyn, White Lady of Rohan, in this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure!"

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yeagh

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Frodo :3

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Doctor!Faramir x Vampire!Éowyn

Chapter 1: Farewells & Welcomes

Coming back from the dead with a new work! It's my first time writing Farawyn and a multichapter fic so please be nice T_T

February 14, 1666

My dear little brother,

It is with a heavy heart that I must announce that our mother left for the Heavens just a few hours before I pen you this letter. Sir Wynn, her physician, said there was naught that could be done for her at this stage of the disease, which has already claim’d so many innocent lives in His Majesty’s divine kingdom.

I am aware that you were very close to each other, but I think it convenient to advise you against travelling all the way here from your current abode on the other side of the Channel. Father has withdrawn into himself and is more irritable than ever, if that is even possible. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I enclose a memento from her in this missive, so you might still remember her.

Your humble older brother,

Boromir.

Faramir’s expression soured as his eyes scanned the beautiful loops that characterized his brother’s penmanship. It was a skill that had been beaten in both of them by the best private tutors their father could find, yet the results were evident in only one of the siblings, the other too distracted with his books and fantasies to focus enough.

If the date at the top of the letter was anything to go by, his mother had died a little more than three months ago. He applauded Boromir’s kind advice, but he would not have been able to attend the funeral no matter how much he had wanted to. The perks of living in a remote mountain village, so close he was to the Alps.

It seemed another bout of the plague had sprouted in London, and this time the hand of death had enclosed around his mother’s throat. The family had been lucky to avoid getting infected in the past, although both his stiff right hand and now the cold corpse of his mother were grim reminders that even fortune is bound to run out one day. It wasn’t as if Faramir could do anything about the events unfolding in England, so far beyond the horizon it felt like another world to him, one where he wasn’t welcome anymore. He crumpled the letter in his fist and threw it in the fireplace with a decisive flick of his wrist.

Morning stretched its languid tendrils through the windows of his small cottage, signalling yet another day of work in the nameless village that had been the doctor’s home for the last five years. Faramir looked at the hastily scribbled list of patients he had to check up, and bit the inside of his cheek as the gears in his mind moved with due speed and precision. Deciding on the route for the day, the doctor folded the note carefully and slipped into his front pocket before grabbing the leather suitcase with all he needed to work.

Not a few steps across the beaten path that connected his house with the quaint village, and he was already being stopped by a group of villagers, who seemed a mix of wary, concerned, and at times, outright hostile.

“Is something the matter, good people? I was just about to go through my daily check-ins. I will get to you all, I only must ask for your patience.” Faramir said in his usual gentle voice.

One of the men huffed. “It is not us that need it, doctor. You must not have heard it, so far away you live from the main square. Last night, two strangers arrived. They speak a strange language, and we cannot make ourselves understood. Seeing as you are such a knowledgeable man, we thought it wise to ask you for help and interpretation.”

“And wise you were, indeed, Monsieur Jacques. If it’s alright to you, I would like to meet these outsiders.”

The villagers seemed eager to comply, for they surrounded and guided him to the square where the biggest building of the village stood. Faramir entered the inn, and didn’t take too long to find the outsiders that had lay the village in disarray.

At first glance, one could immediately surmise the two were family, perhaps siblings. Both had long hair that curled slightly at the ends, and shone blonde as if melted gold. The lady had shrewd brown eyes that betrayed the nobility which now that he noticed, their bodies exuded with their posture, even despite their travel-worn clothes.

The man fixed a stern glance at Faramir and snarled some pointed words in a language that the doctor took some seconds to realize was Romanian. Clearing his throat, Faramir asked, “Do you speak English, gentlemen?” The lady’s eyes widened, and light illuminated her face as a grin stretched across it.

“Yes, we do!” She turned to the other man. “Finally, someone who understands us, brother!” The man simply hummed, crossed his arms, and leaning back, looked at Faramir with a clear defiant look in his eyes.

“May I ask your names?” At this, the man snorted and haughtily responded. “Isn’t it good manners in this backward village to introduce yourself before demanding it from your guests?”

Faramir could only thank God that the villagers didn’t understand even the barest of English words, or there would have already been blood, or perhaps a fire if given enough time. Breathing in and out once, the doctor acquiesced to the man’s demand.

“The name given to me at the time of my birth was Faramir.” And with a pointed look, he added. “And your name?”

The lady giggled, a sound that stirred something very deep inside Faramir’s stomach, although that could also be a reminder from his body that he hadn’t eaten breakfast yet. “My name is Éowyn, and my brother here is called Éomer.”

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Stupid meme I made in 5 minutes The Hobbit edition

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Huh what? Did I connect to Erebor's wifi on accident

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Stupid meme I made in 5 minutes

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Excerpt of one of my WIPs for your entertainment :)

The cart going down the hill jostled you awake, and you blearily blinked the sleep away. From your position, you could see Éowyn and Pippin talking with each other. There was a blanket on top of you, you noticed, as you moved to sit up.

"Did you sleep alright?" Merry asked from your left, and you nodded at him with a smile that was cut off by a small yawn you rushed to cover.

"How long did I sleep?" The sun was right on top of you, but this close to the west, it barely had any effect; the weather here was truly mild. The blond hobbit pulled from his pipe and blowed a puff of smoke before responding. "Just a few hours. Don't worry about it, it was clear you needed it."

You couldn't help but blush and grin at his words. No one had ever showed so much concern for you. It made you wonder how you could have let yourself lower your standards so. Merry was surely doing what any good person would do, yet it was a totally foreign experience for you. The only thing you could do was learn to accept it, despite yourself.

"Ah, look, we're almost there." Merry pointed ahead, and you tucked your thoughts away in your mind for the future. As the cart turned around the bend, you were suddenly faced with the first settlements of The Shire. Nothing could have prepared you for the landscape, and how green it was. Everything the hobbits had told you about it throughout the journey fell short in that moment. A little voice wondered if you were taking the same path Gandalf had taken all those years ago whenever he visited, along with the familiar pang in your chest whenever you thought about past comrades.

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- The Two Towers, J. R. R. Tolkien, Book 4, Chapter 5, "The White Rider"

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Listen, I know they don’t have bikes, but what if they did??

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The fellowship as movies in my Letterboxd they would watch!

Really short post whatever, I wish this was every movie but my Letterboxd profile (I linked in the title) has like 200 movies and there're some I can't really put under any name as far as I know, anyways hope you like this.

Frodo

Annihilation (messed up movies💕)

Black Swan

Challengers (with Sam lmao)

Girl, Interrupted

Pride and Prejudice (2005)

Sam

Angels & Demons (i feel like he would like a good mystery and that catholic guilt is STRONG)

Any Wes Anderson movie let's be honest

Interview with the Vampire (he would absolutely let Frodo turn him) (i haven't watched the show)

Sense and Sensibility

Merry

28 Days Later (i feel he'd like movies about infections)

Cars and Cars 2 (i've watched Cars 3, I just didn't like it)

The Final Destination franchise (I KNOW HE WOULD WATCH THIS WITH PIPPIN IF HE COULD AND THEN GET PARANOID TOGETHER)

Jurassic Park (okay he watches a lot of movies with Pip)

Pippin

Akira

Avengers movies

Back to the Future (with Merry)

Barbie (definitely)

Aragorn

About Time (he watched this with Arwen)

Anastasia

Blade Runner

Good Will Hunting

Howl's Moving Castle

Legolas

Alien: Romulus (watched it with Gimli)

Every Indiana Jones movie (he just likes the prospect of a guy running around like him)

Mean Girls

Megamind

Little Women

Gimli

2001: A Space Odyssey

Ad Astra

Independence Day (only the first one)

Boromir

12 Angry Men (he is literally a dad)

Finding Nemo and Finding Dory

Home Alone