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[wyndowpane]

LOTR in a modern world headcanons? I think yes.

I did this on one of my old accounts that i ended up deleting for some reason, i don’t remember, but here. Back on my Lord Of The Rings BS, let’s gooooo. This’ll be the fellowship with everyone intact, no one is dead.

As always requests are open and let me know if you want more!

LOTR x GN! Reader, general headcanons for if you had to take care of them today, in 2023. Enjoy!

The ring most likely has no power in this dimension, so yay Frodo is free from torment!

Sam loves watching cooking, gardening and home renovation shows, and he gets very invested in the former two. You learn a lot you didn’t really need to know from his commentary

Once Pippin learns about pyjamas and fuzzy slippers he never goes back, you literally cannot get him out of them

Boromir and Aragorn, being human and coincidentally two of the most responsible members of the fellowship, are the easiest to take in public to the grocery store and such.

You can pass off the hobbits (if they cover their ears with their hair) as children, and Gimli is your friend with dwarfism.

Gandalf you can pass off as your grandfather, and Legolas looks pretty normal if you cover his ears.

Pippin is the type to bounce in his seat in the car and ask “Are we there yet?!” every 5 minutes

Frodo really likes to draw, especially when there’s so many cool places and movies to draw inspiration from.

Movie nights? No horrors. The hobbits are terrified by ‘em.

Movie nights are literally so difficult because they all have such different tastes

Merry really likes James Bond movies.

Pippin is obsessed with nail polish when you introduce him to it. Boromir gets his repainted every time the polish come off. His nails need serious help after a while

Pippin and Merry often start pillow fights, and drag everyone else into it

If you have space for a garden or plants in your home, Sam is on it. He finds it calming, so now you have some home grown plants :)

Taking the hobbits in public? Bad idea. You can trust Frodo and Sam, but Merry inevitably drags Pippin off to do something dumb and possibly dangerous.

Gandalf has an old man rocker. There is no discussion.

The hobbits do the classic “getting one sibling to ask for fast food because whoever’s in charge will say yes”, they get Frodo to do this because he has the best puppy dog face and he’s unsure about asking for things normally.

Pippin and Merry cannot handle too much caffeine or sugar or they go crazy

You thought Legolas’ hair was good before? He steals your hair care products and his hair is literally perfect.

(He’s also willing to do skincare with you, not that his face needs it. Again, flawless)

Game nights are so chaotic. You can’t play a lot of games since they don’t know what many things from this world are, so games like Trivia and Charades are off the table

Gimli and Legolas verse each other in video games, often enough it ends with Legolas winning and Gimli rage quitting

Aragorn is so responsible he’s literally the perfect man to do anything with, and he can hold the fort down if you need to leave

Pippin is so clingy, he trails you wherever you go and asks you random questions but it’s adorable

Boromir insists on carrying your stuff, bags of groceries, all that

Frodo often goes to the library to find new books to read, with you of course

There’s a whole debate on whether 3D or 2D animation is better, i would not get involved if i were you.

Pippin and Merry are also avid fans of quoting their favourite movies, once they see them

Legolas and Frodo are the best listeners, they will just sit there and not judge or try to give you advice they just. sit there. like the perfect men they are.

Legolas would have a meme for everything. Like any situation. You text him like “PIPPIN FELL DOWN SOME WELL WE DON’T EVEN HAVE A WELL HELP” and he just has a meme that fits the situation perfectly.

Frodo and Legolas would watch Avatar: The Last Airbender together because it’s their favourite show. Aragorn jumps in also.

Those three are also avid tea drinkers.

Boromir likes Game Of Thrones. I don’t know anything about it, he just does. Please confiscate Pippin while he does.

Pippin gasps dramatically whenever a plot twist surprises him.

Sam loves to cook, and he does a lot of cooking in the house once he arrives. You two just work together in the kitchen (if you can’t cook, he’ll teach you) and have nice sweet conversations

Legolas is great at doing people’s hair. If you ask him to, he’d probably agree, though he’d probably be a bit flustered as that is a courting ritual in his culture.

Ask Legolas to talk to you until you fall asleep. His voice is so heavenly istg-

The hobbits get sleepy when their hair is played with and it’s adorable

Won’t lie this hyperfixation came back then it circled back to TMNT and today i watched these films with my friend and now i’m back to LotR love. Most of this has been sitting in my drafts for a couple weeks.

Anyway, I think that’s about it from me, I hope you guys enjoy! :)

If you want to request, rules are pinned on my page! Let me know if you want a general part two or a set of modern headcanons for a specific character. I love LOTR in the modern world content so much.

Have a good day, and remember that you are loved!

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Daddy’s little girl: Dad Thranduil x teen (turned into baby) daughter reader part 2.

Reader Chan being coddled by Dad Thranduil.

It had been 3 weeks since your de-aging transformation and boy did it have its ups and downs.

The down side is that you had to go in a diaper, your father or maids washed, dressed and feed you, you had a sleep schedule, you constantly needed adult supervision but worse of all you had to be carried all the time since you can’t walk anymore.

On the upside you get a lot of undivided attention, you got to take naps and you get to be near your father more.

You were napping in your bed that now had bars around it so you wouldn’t fall off with a mobile that had crescent moon, duck, elk, butterfly and elf archer plushies on it, cuddling an elk plushie with a pacifier in your now toothless mouth.

You slowly opened your eyes after an hour of sleeping to see that your father, Gandalf and Lord Elrond were talking with your father sitting at your desk “Looks like someone’s awake from their beauty sleep.” Elrond said smiling making Gandalf chuckle while your father got up from your desk chair and took you out of the crib while you let go of your elk “Tis almost time for luncheon anyways.” Your father said gently propping you on his shoulder while you sucked on your pacifier that was probably driving him crazy.

You sat on your fathers lap in the dinning hall with Elrond, Gandalf and the boys, Legolas and Elladan were poking your cheeks making you puff them out “Boys!!!” Thranduil and Elrond said in a warning tone while giving them stern looks “But she looks adorable when she pouts like that.” Elrohir said taking Legolas’s place in poking your chubby cheeks until you had enough and bit his and Elladan’s fingers as hard as you could making everyone chuckle as your father hugged your tiny body gently.

After eating your father and Elrond had a meeting and they brought you with them which ticked you since you hated meetings because nothing was ever done and the diplomats in their were very immature (You sometimes wondered how your father can stay calm through all that without exploding) not to mention the never ending arguments on what should be done.

This meeting was the only time you were thankful to be de aged because of the return of your short attention span you forgot you were in the meeting and just played with your fathers rings as he and Elrond talked with the men, dwarves and other elves from different kingdoms “And that closes today’s meeting. By the way Thranduil, what happened to the princess?” One of the elves asked making you snap out of what you were doing and look up to see that the meeting was finished “She accidentally drank a de aging potion that Gandalf brewed for a prank on the boys.” Your father said spinning a little white lie “Oh, That makes sense. But she does look adorable.” Said a she dwarf smiling at you gently while your baby mind took over.

After the meeting you, your father and Elrond went outside to see how the boys and Glorfindel are doing in their training but instead you were met with three fully grown ellon arguing on who got the most shots until the two even older ellon spoke “Ahem.” Your father and Elrond said together with you getting distracted by a butterfly as you reached out to touch it but it flew away making you whimper “You boys have upset Y/N.” Your father scolded patting your back gently “You three will have extra training for three weeks.” Elrond said making Thranduil nod while you played with his spider broach with curious eyes while sucking your thumb “Um, Thranduil!?” Elrond said pointing down to you making the older elf look down to see you sucking on your thumb “This is new.” Your father said in surprise “She’s never done this as an infant.” He said making realization hit you ‘What in Eru’s name is wrong with me? It’s embarrassing enough that everyone in the palace knows that I’m a baby again for a month.’ You thought in your head burring it in you father’s burgundy robes making him chuckle a bit and pat your tiny head as the boys snickered “I’ve never seen her suck her thumb, she never did that as a kid.” Legolas said making Thranduil give him a death look “May I remind you, Legolas that you yourself are punished as well for bringing Y/N with you on Patrol knowing that she’s not allowed!?” Your father said making you smirk and stick your tongue out at your big brother “Oye She just stuck her tongue out at me.” Legolas said “We saw her to.” The twins said pointing to you still curled into a tiny ball in your father’s arms making the even older elves give Legolas and the twins annoyed looks as you rested your head on Thranduil’s shoulder.

A month later:

It was finally your last day of grounding and being a baby, tomorrow you will be free from grounding and be turned back into your actual age.

Though it was fun being a baby again and getting more attention, though you found too much attention embarrassing.

That night:

You are being held by Thranduil as Gandalf gave him the potion that will turn you back into a teenager that is in a baby bottle.

Thranduil sat on your bed that now had the Bars removed since it was your last night as an infant with you still in his arms but your now dressed in one of your big nightgowns, after feeding you, Thranduil burped you then put you to bed while saying “I’m going to miss this.” He said placing a kiss on your tiny head for the last time.

The next morning:

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to the sun rays shining through your window.

You sat up from your bed and felt that your feet can finally touched the floor, looking at your body mirror you’re happy to see that you’re a teenager again “Finally.” You said going to your private bathroom without your fathers and maids help.

After bathing you got dressed and did your hair for the day “Finally, no more adult supervision.” You said happily until you heard your father’s voice “All though you’re still not allowed anywhere without at least three guards with you, even around the palace.” He said waking into your room “I will be joining you during your training time from now on to determine when you’re ready to join the patrol, you will also be staying with me in the throne when you’re done with your training and you will be dining with me. Do you understand little one?” He asked “Yes Dad.” You said as your brother who looked frazzled walked into the room “Legolas, I hope this experience has taught you both a lesson and Legolas if you or Tauriel put Y/N in danger like that again you both will face the same punishment as Y/N. Am I making myself clear?” He asked “Perfectly father.” Legolas said with a blush then all of you walked out to the dining hall for breakfast ‘I can finally eat different foods again instead of baby Porridge.’ You said in your head.

Once in the dining room Legolas went to join the patrol while you and your father joined Gandalf “I see that you’re back little one.” Gandalf said “Indeed, and this time She’ll be under my strict supervision so the dangerous stunt Tauriel and Legolas pulled doesn’t happen again.” Thranduil said absentmindedly pulling you onto his lap “Umm, Ada!” You said making him realize what he’s doing “One more time wouldn’t hurt.” Thranduil said digging into his breakfast with you and Gandalf doing the same with Gandalf chuckling in amusement.

During the past 2 weeks since you’ve been turned back to normal Thranduil has kept his word on you being under his strict supervision because everyday he would watch you and your new mentor (Tauriel and Legolas weren’t allowed to train you for awhile.) training on your archery skills along with your personal guards who now accompanied you 24/7 by your fathers orders and Thranduil has you with him in the throne room or with your guards, Tauriel and Legolas were also off their punishment though they ended up smelling like horses and elk for awhile along with having straw in their hair.

[elrondsimp]

P!Gandalf and Hobbits x F!Hobbit reader.

“Sleep pile protector.”

A/n: I kinda made a Part two of the sleep pile short but for Gandalf lovers who need a dad.

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/elrondsimp/716891873598390272/the-hobbits-x-f-reader

Gandalf chuckled at the sight of the hobbits piled on top of each other, their faces peaceful in slumber. He had always found hobbits to be fascinating creatures, with their love of food, simple pleasures, and close-knit communities.

As he sat down beside them, he couldn't resist the temptation to join in on the fun. He scooted closer to the pile, draping his arm over them and letting his voluminous sleeve fall over them like a short blanket.

"Mmm, cozy," he murmured with a grin. "Perhaps I should join you all."

The hobbits stirred at his touch, but didn't wake up completely. Y/n, who was at the bottom of the pile, mumbled something in her sleep and snuggled closer to the warmth of her companions.

It was common for any women hobbits to sleep on the bottom, to ensure they get the most warmth, especially in colder climates. Where as in warmer areas they slept nearly on top of the males.

Gandalf sat there for a few moments, enjoying the peaceful moment and the warmth of the hobbits' bodies. He had always been fond of these little creatures, with their fierce loyalty and their willingness to face danger for the sake of their friends.

As he sat there, lost in thought, he heard a rustling in the bushes nearby. He tensed, ready for whatever danger might be lurking in the darkness.

But then he heard a familiar voice. "Gandalf? Are you there?"

It was Aragorn, his friend and fellow member of the Fellowship. Gandalf relaxed, knowing that he was safe with his companions by his side.

He looked down at the hobbits, still sleeping soundly, and smiled. He knew that they would always be there for him, no matter what dangers they might face in the days ahead.

"Sleep well, my friends," he whispered, before settling in to join them in their cozy pile.

[fili-urzudel]

HEADCANON GAUNTLET

I HAVE A BUNCH OF UNFINISHED HEADCANONS AND NO TIME BUT THAT'S NOT GONNA STOP ME, WHICH ONES DO YOU WANT TO SEE FIRST?

[anxiteyandsleep]

Hello fellow late teen transmasc bisexual lotr fan lol

Odd request i was just thinking of, but could you do a platonic Gandalf & reader where it's a modern au and he's reader's grandpa? Reader is struggling with school or stuff like that (general teen angst stuff) and Gandalf comforts them and gives them a talk about dealing with adversity and whatnot? Just found your blog, can't wait to read!

Omg hii and tysm for sending a request💕 genuinely wasn't expecting one so soon! I haven't properly written in awhile so again I hope it's alright🙏

life could be difficult, especially when you're young and still trying to figure things out. The pressure of school, other peoples opinions of you and your opinion of yourself can weigh heavy and make things all the more challenging.

School had been stressful, more so than usual as exams were coming up. (Name) does his best, he's not bad at school necessarily but it's hard regardless. All the stress was making relaxing near impossible, he couldn't remember the last time he actually felt okay, let alone actually feeling good.

As he walked home from school, his mind wandered, not to really anything specific. His train of thought would jump from one depressing thought to another. But the thoughts quickly faded from (name)'s mind as entered his house and realized who was visiting. With the excitement of a little kid on Christmas day, he rushed to the living room to find him. "Grandpa! I didn't know you were coming!" (name) exclaimed, practically throwing himself into Gandalfs arms.

Gandalf chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around his grandson. "(Name), my boy! Look at you, you've grown" he hummed softly, setting aside his pipe. Gandalf pulled back from the hug, his smile fading into worry as he looked into his grandsons eyes. "you look tired, have you not been getting sleep?"

(name) sighed at the question, moving to sit down in the chair across from his grandpa. "I don't know... Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't..." He replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He didn't want to burden his grandpa with his problems, he just wanted to enjoy the moment, the short break from the stress.

Gandalf hummed to himself, eyes narrowing in suspicion. He knew there was more going on, there always is. He remembers being a teenager, though it was so long ago... It was hard. There's a lot going on. Gandalf picked his pipe back up, muttering to himself as he fidgeted with it. Soon he spoke up "it's hard being so young, the world doesn't give you a break even when you're at your limit and on top of it all you have to figure yourself out. " he spoke softly, his blue eyes shining slightly. "But sometimes you have to give yourself a break if the world doesn't. Spoil yourself a little, my boy. You certainly deserve it"

Gandalf thought quietly for a moment before adding onto his sentence. "I know how cruel others can be, especially around your age - don't let those cruel folks hold you back from finding the good ones, (name) "

(name) listened intently as his grandpa spoke, tears forming in his eyes. Gandalf always had a way with words, A way of providing support even when it felt like nothing could comfort you. "Thank you, grandpa" (name) muttered softly, quickly climbing out of his chair to embrace Gandalf again.

Gandalf chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to (name)'s forehead. "now, how about we order something to eat? It'll be my treat" he hummed, winking slightly.

°°°°°°

Hope you like it I tried my best🙏 I'll probably change how I write as I get back into it

[master-muffinn]

Lord of the rings X druid!reader headcanons

Legolas x reader, Thranduil x reader, Gandalf x reader (platonic), Merry/Pippin x reader (platonic), Elanor x reader.

Legolas

🧚‍♀️ Legolas is very curious and excited! He wants to know EVERYTHING about you and what you can do!

🧚‍♀️ But he finds the fact that you can turn to different kinds of animals the most interesting, and asks you a lot of questions about every animal you can transform too.

“Y/n what is that for an odd creature?”

“It’s a seastar”

“A STAR!??” 🤩

🧚‍♀️ Asks you if he can touch you in your animal forms. He lights up with happiness when you say ‘yes’ and touches you with utmost care and curiosity.

🧚‍♀️ Loves carrying you around in your smaller forms. If you turn to a snake he’ll put you around his neck like a necklace, a bird on his head or any other animal that can be on his shoulders.

🧚‍♀️ When the fellowship was in the snowy mountains and while the others had to walk in the deep snow, you were a little mouse in Legolas warm pocket. Not needing to do anything and Legolas didn’t need to worry about your safety. Win-win.

Thranduil

“I thought the druids died out for 4000 years ago, guess i was wrong”

🍷 Like Legolas he is very much interested but in a more calmer and quieter way. He also likes the animal shapes more. 

🍷 He likes when you turn to a little bird and sit on his shoulder whenever he goes to different places.

🍷 LOVES when he sits on his throne and you turn to a smaller animal and sit on his large hand and put your tiny paws on his fingers- the king has heart eyes. 😍 (yes you are his pet now lol) And he totally would feed you grapes too.

🍷 Other than that he also likes your plant and flower abilities. He has left the garden's beauty to you and it is shining more beautifully than it ever has since you came into his life- or perhaps it is just (amazing) you who has grown beautiful and colorful flowers in his heart❤.

🍷 And of course he will try out some of your abilities in the bedroom 😉

Gandalf

🧙‍♂️ Sorry Frodo, Sorry Bilbo, y/n is his number one favorite friend now!

🧙‍♂️ He is very fascinated over your elemental abilities. Wind, water, fire, plants/trees? “What can you do?” 

🧙‍♂️ Gandalf would try (hard) to not sound too eager and excited when you show him. But he can’t help but smile and laugh when you make a phoenix appear out of the fire.

🧙‍♂️ Might show you his ‘magic’ if you ask nicely and you will inspire one another. 

🧙‍♂️ If you have any difficulties with your training and elemental controlling he will give you advice and guidance with what he knows.

🧙‍♂️ Gandalf wouldn't mind if you join him for a while on his journey. He greatly enjoys your company.

Merry/Pippin

🤡 Oh no! OH NOOO! Gandalf will pray to god ... .PLEASE DON’T LET THE WORLD END!!

🤡 When they learn what you are, they will storm you with questions. They will drag you with them for every little prank and misery they are planning.

“Y/n, can you turn to bird and poop on someone's hea-” (pippin)

“No!”

“Can you poop in someones drin-”

“No!”

“Can you-”

“ENOUGH WITH THESE POOP REQUESTS!!!!”

🤡 If you meet on the ring quest, they will ask you to turn to a larger and fluffy animal, like a bear so they can sleep with (on) you on cold nights (like the bear in jungle book? Yes!) Boromir will get jealous because you stole his children. 😢

Elanor Brandyfoot

🐌 The others don't trust you and don't want you around until you show them how quickly you can turn seeds to flowers.

🐌 Elanor will try to calm them down and talk to them so they don’t ‘use’ you for their ‘food greed’.

🐌 You two will have a contest of who is quickest to fill a bucket with berries, buuut of course Elanor wins. 

“Looks like ya powers weren't able to outmatch me!” 

🐌 She loves to see your abilities and is very happy that others like you too and have accepted you to the group, but she gets a little jealous when you get too much attention because she wants to be alone with you too! 

🐌 She loves the evenings when things have been calming down and laying under the stars with her head on your (larger) animal form. Petting you is very calming for her and she mostly falls asleep like that with you. 

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it! 💖

Post made by me, @master-muffinn

[river13245]

hii :D

i’ve a request, could u write kili durin x male!reader where the reader asks to braid kilis hair not realising that it’s courtship in the dwarfish culture. kíli has the biggest crush on the reader and takes this as a sign that the reader likes him back. the reader did not realise that’s what braiding a dwarfs hair means and was also totally oblivious to kilis crush on him and never noticed he was flirting and always assumed he was just very friendly, but obviously the reader likes kili back and it’s just total fluff 😋😋

thank you smm 💞💞

Braids and Courting

Kili Durin X Gn Elf Reader

Being an elf wasn't as great as some beings would think. Of course with being an elf there was skills you had to learn, that were useful. The long and beautiful hair, the soft skin, the pointed ears and the youthful look. All those were great of course.

What wasn't that great was being part of the higher class elves. This meant that eventually you would have to marry and usually you didn't love the person next to you. It was just part of the routine in everyone's life. However you didn't want to wake up next to someone that didn't love you. Or someone you didn't love.

So that's exactly why you left home when you did. It wasn't long before you met Gandalf the Wizard. Him knowing who you were of course, because that man had a lot of knowledge after all his years of living. He had stayed with you for a bit, and it didn't take him long until he invited you to join the group. Of course you could never say no to an adventure so you agreed.

That's exactly how you ended up right here. You had been with the group of dwarfs for a long while now. Even before the hobbit came along and joined you guys.

You were fairly close with fili and thorin, those two were like your best friends. The others you were like a family with except for one. Kili who was filis brother, he was someone you felt strong feelings for. Feelings that go past platonic or familiar feelings. No these were feelings of love, however you never knew how to express these types of feelings because you never really saw it being done.

Over the span of time there had been many moments where Kili had done very sweet things. Things that made your heart pound and your stomach feel weird but of course you thought it was just him being friendly.

-----

Walking around with Thorin in comfortable silence as you both looked for another path was interrupted when you hear someone join you. Turning to look who it was you saw Kili beside you. He looked up at you and held out some berries. "here I had a feeling you would be getting a bit hungry around this time. Have some of these, I have extra"

He grabs your hand and places the berries in your hand. "thank you but don't you need them?" Kili shakes his head "No take them" he squeezes your hand gently before walking back towards his brother. Leaving the quiet thank you that left your lips just drifting into the air.

It was too dark to see the faintest of smile form on Thorin's lips as you go back beside him and eat the berries that Kili had given you.

-----

There had been many times like this

There was one day when all of you had found a big field of flowers. You were so focused on drawing the scene. You liked to draw pretty things and so you were sitting by a tree drawing on a piece of parchment with a pencil you had brought.

In fact you were so focused you didn't even notice how Kili had been picking flowers and making you a flower crown. Eventually when he was finished he came and sat next to you. You rested your head on his shoulder for just a second before looking over at him "hi Kili"

Just the sound of his name coming from your lips made him smile. "hi y/n" he replied before grabbing the flower crown he had made you. "here put this on. Have to see if it fits"

You lower your head a bit so he could place it on your head. It fit perfectly and when you sit back up and look at him. He smiles and nods "perfect, it looks good on you" You smile and blush very softly. "thank you" he nods and walks away.

When he is a good distance away his brother. Your best friend comes and sit on the other side of you. "how long are you going to be blind to the fact that my brother is infatuated with you?" The shocked look on your face makes him laugh. "what? what do you mean, infatuated?"

He looks at you and sighs "You cant tell me you havent noticed the way he always makes you things and gives you things. Always making sure your cared for" Your silent for a moment before it all comes together. "oh"

Fili places his hand on your shoulder "i will let you decide what to do with this information" He gets up and walks away leaving you to think about what to do.

Kili had made something for you and given you things so you decide you should do something for him. You've recently noticed that he has been pushing his hair out of his face more frequently than normal so you decide you would braid his hair for him. Just so its out of his face.

You get up after putting your things away back into your bag. Then begin to walk over to where Kili is. When you get to him he notices you right away and looks at you. "hey Kili. Could you come sit with me for a moment?" He nods and walks with you and sits against the tree next to you.

"everything okay?" he asks a little worried but when you give him a nod and take a breath to calm yourself. "would you mind if I did your hair. I've noticed you pushing it out of your face a lot recently and id like to help?" He looks at you for a moment before turning around.

"what are you going to do with it?" He asks

"i'm just going to braid it. I promise I will make it look good" you reply

Kili looks straight ahead so you don't see the smile that's forming on his face. In the dwarf culture braiding hair is a sign of courtship. He didn't know if you knew that or not but either way he decided to play it cool. Not wanting to make you uncomfortable and you stop.

You kneel behind him on your knees to get in a more comfortable position. Then you begin to gently get all of his hair and pushing it back so you can split it into three sections. Once its in three sections you begin to twist them all with each other, braiding his hair very nicely.

Kili was sitting there patiently not saying much. But you do notice the way he rests his head against your hands. His whole body seems to relax under your touch and a sigh escapes him when you begin to gently massage his shoulders.

When you are finally finished you pull away and he turns around and looks at you. "thank you" he says and you nod. "you look very handsome Kili. I hope you will let me do it again sometime"

He nods and brings your hand up to kiss the back of it. "of course, you are the only one ill let touch my hair." You smile and nod "great ill be honoured" when the both of you get up and go your separate ways Kili gets a few looks since most of them know what this means.

You on the other hand are pulling your bag back over your shoulders. Doing your own thing, when Thorin walks up to you. "y/n" he says which causes you to look over at him. "Thorin"

Thorin looks at Kili and then back to you. "i'm assuming that you are the one that braided his hair?" You nod in response "yes I am, is that a problem?" He shakes his head "no of course not. I just have one question, Do you know that braiding a dwarfs hair means you are courting them?"

A smile forms on your face, no second thoughts are needed. "I know that now. And I find myself rather pleased that people will know that the both of us are together" Thorin smiles and nods placing his hand on your shoulder. "well its about time" he jokes a bit.

This causes you to smile and decide to tease him back. "how about you and the hobbit? When will you two decide to court each other" Thorin blushes very lightly and shakes his head "I don't know what you mean by that"

"mhm sure you dont" you say with a smirk before walking up to Kili. This time instead of standing beside him, you slip your hand into his and hold onto it. From that day on everyone knew that the two of you were spoken for.

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 10 - Slurred Words

Platonic Aragorn x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: The Palantir's effects on Aragorn

Warnings/Notes: None. This ones super short, sorry. The idea was too good

Word Count: 862

  The Palantir glowed brightly within Aragorn’s tight grip, a dark voice of black speech in the air. Touching it felt like touching lightning. It was both painful and empowering, jolting his body before it suddenly went black.

  Aragorn’s body slumped backwards into your hands, his head lolling to the side. The palantir fell from his hands with a thump. 

  “Woah, hey…!” You caught him before he could hit the ground completely. You shot a worried glance to Gandalf who was far too concerned with Pippin and quickly learned you were on your own.

  Aragorn groaned softly, his eyes fluttering. He was slowly waking once more though he was still rather out of it and uneasy. You carefully lowered his body onto the ground, resting his head on your leg, a hand on his arm.

  “You’re alright…” You murmured, rubbing your thumb in soft circles. He mumbled incoherently in response. You just sighed.

  Eventually his strength returned and he managed to sit up with another weak groan. “Pippin…” Aragorn turned his head from side to side, blurry eyes scanning for any sight of the troubled halfling.

  “Pippin’s okay.” You assured him. You helped him up so he was leaning on one arm, hand on his back. You risked a quick glance in the hobbits direction and then turned back to Aragorn. “What of you?”

  “..’m okay.” Aragorn’s voice was no longer clear, now a slurred mumble of sorts. He lifted a hand to rub at his eyes, still weakened. “A li’le dizzy…”

  “You fool.” Your tone was scolding but laced with concern. You’d never seen a palantir before, nor knew the effect it could have on unsuspecting people. The fact that it turned Aragorn into a boneless heap terrified you. Luckily the powerful stone was now beneath Gandalf’s cape, but you still felt on edge. “That thing could have hurt you.”

  “It did…” Aragorn slurred softly. His physical strength had slowly begun to return but his mind was still incredibly fuzzy and the room spun unsteadily. He wanted to stand to follow the others as they went to speak to Theoden but he couldn’t find his footing.

  You watched as Gandalf and Legolas led the halflings to find the king while you stayed at Aragorn’s side.

  “Would water help?” You asked, rubbing your hand in soft circles over his back. His side was pressed into yours, radiating warmth.

  Aragorn grumbled. “M…maybe.” He whispered hoarsely. “My throat ‘s dry…”

  “Alright.” 

  The others in the room had fallen back asleep, mostly. You decided to let the drunken men rest as you slowly helped Aragorn to his feet. “Up, up…” Your arm slung around his waist, feeling his unsteady weight lean into you. His head lolled against your shoulder once more.

  “Dizzy…” He grumbled, voice soft and weak.

  “I know, just hang on…”

  Somewhere along the way to the kitchen Aragorn seemed to catch a wave of strength–or maybe it was fear of being weak–and attempted to walk on his own, which nearly ended with him slumped once again on the floor.

  Eventually you two went inside and you sat him down in one of the chairs, fetching him a glass of water. 

  His fingers collapsed around the cup but he didn’t try to take it from you yet, eyeing it warily. Then he looked up at you. “I’... spill it…”

  “Here.” You grabbed his shaking arm and steadied it long enough for him to take a few stable drinks without sloshing water anywhere. When he finished you set the glass aside and held a cool cloth to his forehead for a little bit. “Are you feeling any better?”

  “I’m… still a litt’e woozy..” Aragorn mumbled, eyes fluttering closed as he relished beneath the cold cloth. He felt as though he was still spinning, the world around him shifting sickeningly from side to side. His mouth felt heavy and thick with cotton. 

  “Do you want to go back to bed?”

  “Don’ know if…  can walk… ‘gain…”

  “Let’s try.”

  Aragorn let out one protesting moan as you stood him back up but fought no further. You half carried him back to where his bedroll was and carefully laid him down on it. Then you sat beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder where you rubbed your thumb in gentle circles.

  “Will… I be better… in the morn..ing?” Aragorn whispered, voice now heavily slurred from both the effects of the Palantir and the exhaustion. “Don’t like… feelin’ like this…”

  “I’m sure you will.” You assured him gently as you tucked him in beneath the blankets. “Right now you just need to get some rest.”

  “Rest…”

  “Yes, rest.” You ruffled his hair before returning your hand to his arm. At just the touch of a magic stone he devolved from a warrior into a young, dizzy boy… who was completely at your mercy for the poor thing could no longer keep his eyes open without feeling woozy enough to be sick. “I’ll take care of you.” You added after a few seconds of silence.

  That seemed to soothe his worries enough for them to all but drift away. Aragorn passed out within moments, head against your leg.

[tobylix-blog]

LotR Week (1/7): The road goes ever on - Gandalf x Reader

Content & Warnings: angst, platonic Word count: 0.6k Summary: When lights fade away, one is left to find their path in the dark or be lost forever. You must learn faster than anyone, for the times turn darker before your own eyes. A/N: @lotrweek entry for day one before it's too late

It was always Gandalf that showed you the many paths of Middle-Earth. In one way or another, but it always was him. His grey robes raising clouds of road dust as he was walking beside you across the vast plains and hills. Or the smoke rings flowing from his pipe as he was telling you unnumbered stories and legends. Or the lonely light of his staff guiding you through the labyrinths of Moria.

He led you through the numerous dangers of Khazad-Dûm, filling your heart with expectations of the open world lying ahead, but his own path was cut short there. Fire and darkness from the bottomless abyss was defeated with the price beyond wildest imagination. Fate played the most cruel of all jokes, giving you hope and then taking it away in one swift motion of a whip.

Gandalf fell down into the depths along with the enemy silently, like silver snowflakes that cover the mountain. And you cried in his stead. Hopelessly and helplessly you struggled in Aragorn’s arms, while the pain was burning its way through your body. From the stinging in the heels that pushed you forward to the crumbling edge of the bridge to the heavy chains clasping your heart in cold misery.

When the sunlight reached your skin again, the anguish didn’t melt away, instead freezing itself deeper into your bones. You were back on your feet, but you had nowhere to direct your steps to. There was no more sight of the white beard and the grey cloak, no sound of his voice calling for thoughts or for action, no smell of the pipeweed measuring the finale of another adventure, no sensation of the guiding thread that his presence always brought to your mind. You couldn’t feel him the way you used to. There was nothing to rely on anymore. Nothing to follow.

You felt blind. And yet Aragorn pushed you on and on, downhill and forward, away from the growing threat of orcs. Not that you could still comprehend the danger of such sort. Still you moved. At first it was just you, shoulders slumped, drowning in the sea of sorrow and grief shared with the rest of the fellowship, while your feet pushed against the hard rocks step after step. Then the first trees began to block off the sun once every few dozen painful heartbeats, which somehow slowly made it possible to see again. Like the shadows were the new light since your own began to fade. Your steps were quieter and softer against the yellowing grass. Then, once you crossed the edge of the forest, the vast world was shut off by the trees and shattered into narrow pathways between the thick trunks. And surprisingly you found yourself taking one of those paths as if pulled by an invisible rope.

You stopped dead in your tracks from the wild guess. But it wasn’t the same guiding line that your imagination drew in the past. There was no sign, nowhere in your aching soul, of Gandalf. It wasn’t his light that shone upon the trail. Instead it was something that came from the parts of your conscience that you hardly ever knew about and the more steps you took the stronger your conviction became. It was as if the path was choosing you, rather than the opposite. Moreover, it was as if each yard passed took away the tiniest crumble of your grief.

The wind of fate blew out the lantern that you followed in the darkness of times, but the road was still there. The road went on. You only had to learn to walk it.

[xmarchwarden-of-lothlorienx]

Bad Moon Rising

Boromir x male!reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary:

heyyy so idk if you still take requests for LOTR but if you do i have one! its been rlly difficult to find male readers and as a trans guy i cant stand to read the fem readers so i decided to specifically request one instead. I was wondering if you could do headcanons or a short story about the fellowship having the male reader who is secretly a werewolf in their company. I think maybe he transforms during a fight or smth and it freaks people out a bit. Platonic relationships are good except for maybe theres some slight crushing with Boromir. Thanks so much!

Author’s Note: Sorry to keep you waiting. I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you see this! I have been in my Boromir and Faramir era, so I am loving finally writing for them

There were few skin-changers left. There were fewer still that continued to shift forms - lest others became aware of their ability. Decades upon decades of being hunted for the entertainment of orcs caused your people to live in fear.

You kept your identity as one of the wolf-changing folk under wraps, choosing to walk under the sun and posing as the race of man. Only a few non-skin-changer individuals had learned of your secret, yet none of them were within your present company.

A rather odd company, or fellowship as Elrond had termed it, it was. A wizard, an elf, a dwarf, four halflings, two men, and a skin-changer (or was it simply three men? After all, everyone believed you to be a man, but you weren't really. Were you? This would be added to the list of things to mull over while trying, and failing, to get a fitful nights sleep).

Despite your secret and the initial distance you tried to keep with the others at first, you found yourself easily brought into the fold. Trying to quietly hold in your laughter with Aragorn as Legolas and Gimli started bickering for what must have been the hundredth time. Helping Sam collect firewood and wild berries to make dinner. Eagerly listening to Gandalf's accounts of his previous adventures, and sharing quite a few of your own high spirited ones that he delighted in. Discovering your and Frodo's similar taste for literature, resulting in many discussions on the hobbit's favorite books - your way of lightening his mood while undertaking such a heavy burden.

Of course, your favorite moments were often with Merry and Pippin. Boromir undertook the task of training them for combat, something he roped you into. You feigned hesitance, but really you did not mind doing something to make the Captain of Gondor happy. It was only an added benefit that the hobbits seemed delighted for you to join them.

Admittedly, you had grown rather fond of Boromir. Something fleeting you would surely get over once the fellowship was over. The experienced and generational fear and trauma of being hunted made you hesitant to open up to anyone about being a skin-changer. Boromir, along with the other members of the fellowship, seemed kind, yet would they understand why you kept such a major part of yourself secret? You cherished the connections that were taking root, but as the weeks wore on confiding in them seemed to grow ever more impossible than if you told them from the beginning of the fellowship.

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"humph," you let out a small grunt as you stumbled over Merry and Pippin. Once again, you were too busy warring with your thoughts to notice the group had been called to a halt. "Forgive me, my mind was elsewhere, I did not mean to run over you two," you apologized, hoping the hobbits wouldn't be upset thinking you had overlooked them.

"Oh, it's quite alright," Pippin answered and shot a look towards Merry.

"Yes, we'll get you back when you practice sparring with us," Merry teased.

"Ah, I see, you two aren't going to take it easy on a poor son of man like myself? Tsk tsk I shall be too ashamed to show my face in society ever again," you started to break into a laugh at the end of this sentence, which was only made worse when the pair adopted stiff postures and what they called 'elegant, knightly airs'. As your laughter drew to a close, a warmth brushed against your shoulder.

"I take it then we are ready to begin tonight's training, little ones?" Boromir smiled at the two, but not without taking a moment to shift his glance towards you.

"We were born ready!" Pippin asserted and darted off to lead the way to a clear area next to the night's campsite.

"Pip, wait for me," Merry called after him.

"I admire how cheerful they've managed to stay," You reflected aloud while Boromir chuckled at their antics.

"Agreed, perhaps they should be the ones teaching us instead," Boromir mused whilst the two of you walked over to join the hobbits.

You hummed in response, reaching the hobbits and drawing your swords. Merry entered one of the opening stances Boromir had shown him and engaged in a round of sparring with you.

"Very good, Merry, remember to keep your weight centered. You never want to let your opponent find you unbalanced," You instructed as the sparring continued. You had to admit, he (and Pippin) improved very quickly under your and Boromir's tutelage. They had learned to use their small size and speed to their advantage - something causing you to focus more on Merry's swift parries and thrusts. One misstep, and you found the hobbit sweeping your feet out from underneath you.

"It seems I should have heeded my own advice," you laughed. Merry offered his hand to help pull you up, more of a gesture than a reality, yet you still took it as you regained your feet. "Very well done," you ruffled his hair, a satisfied grin growing on his face.

"Are we ready to go again?" he asked eagerly. Glancing towards Boromir, who was still sparring with Pippin, you returned your gaze to Merry and nodded. The second round had only just begun when the voice of Legolas shouting something in elvish made everyone in the encampment pause.

"Orcs!" Aragorn shouted in the common tongue. Quickly, you and Boromir closed ranks to better protect Merry and Pippin. In a fraction of a second, the previously peaceful hillside was suddenly swarming with orcs. No matter how many you cut down, more continued to flood around you. It wasn't until you were faced with a particularly large and foul smelling orc that you realized you were cut off from Boromir and the two hobbits.

At first, you were fine holding your own against the orc - until others started to draw nearer. The orc was not so skillful with a sword, but was able to utilize his brute strength to disarm you. The force from his disarming blow sent a shock of pain through your arm and to your shoulder. A quick look at your surroundings, and you were surrounded. Several yards away, you could see the orcs were closing in on Boromir, Merry, and Pippin as well.

You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your head as the world seemed to slow down. Your eyes fluttered closed and a chill ran up your spine. You would do what you must.

Skin-changing wasn't painful, but it wasn't comfortable either. It felt like a rather intense itch as your bones reformed a fur sprouted from your skin. Time and events felt different as a wolf - as though they were slightly fuzzy and happening very fast. It was almost an out-of-body experience: you could hear yourself growling and snapping at the orcs that left a foul taste in your mouth. You could see yourself, pouncing on them and clearing a way to your companions. You could feel the intense itching return as the last of the orcs were slain, your bones shifting and the fur retreating.

You quickly grabbed your cloak from where it had fallen to the ground and wrapped it around yourself. Shooting a look around to ensure no one was watching you at that moment, you picked up your pack and slipped into a change of clothing before rejoining the group.

Upon your re-entrance, you could feel many pairs of eyes burning into you. You joined them in putting things back in order after the skirmish, but it seemed no one dared to speak. By the time you and the others were finished, the sun had set and dinner was ready but you had no appetite.

You took a seat a couple yards away from the rest of the group, facing away from them as they ate and engaged in sparse, whispered conversations.

"Care if I join you?" You looked up and gave a weary smile to the speaker, Boromir. He was holding two bowls of the stew Sam must have managed to pull together.

"Sure," you sighed. "You may be the only one here that cares to keep my company now." He lowered himself to the ground beside you and offered you one of the bowls, which you hesitantly accepted.

"I'd rather you not say such things. Everyone is merely... surprised is all," Boromir reassured.

"Thank you, but I'm sure seeing one of their companions go through a skin-change may have been too horrifying, even for those such as Gandalf." A silence pervaded after you made this statement. The lack of a response brought tears to your eyes - it must have been true then...

"I cannot speak for the others," Boromir finally broke the silence. "I found your transformation, or skin-change, to be-" he paused, searching for the right word. "-beautiful."

"I - what? Really?" Of all things you had been expecting, it wasn't this.

"Yes. I have only ever heard of you, your kind, in stories from legend. I never thought I should see a skin-changer in my lifetime, but I have now, and I have never seen a more stunning sight." This brought a flush of heat to your face

"If I knew, I would have shared this part of me with you, all of you, sooner. I hope you may understand, but I was afraid." Boromir shifted his own bowl of stew to one hand, freeing his arm to wrap it around you. Feeling his warmth and the soft strength he seemed to always carry brought a wave of comfort.

"Well, you shall have nothing to fear, so long as I stand by your side."

[streets-in-paradise]

Courage

Relationships: (Platonical) Eowyn x (Fem)Gondorian!Reader / Eowyn x Aragorn (crush talking)/ Pippin x (Fem)Gondorian Reader

Warnings: Use of she/her pronoums

Summary: As a prelude to the celebrations on the victory over Saruman, the ladies of Rohan and Gondor participate in a simple encounter that seils their friendship validating each other's feelings in dark and lightfull topics concerning their hearts.

Note: For my dear friend @beautifultypewriter, inspired in her Gondor Girl concept. ( If you happen to like this one, I will keep working on releasing one more going full into the idea I brainstormed to you in dms)

Even after witnessing his demise, the voice of Saruman kept haunting her mind for a while during the trip back to Edoras. Despite being warned about it, she had certainly not behaved properly when facing the evil wizard responsible for the orc attack that caused the death of her brother followed by the kidnap of the hobbits. For once, she was the one doing exactly what Gandalf told her not to do and paid the price.

As a result of her angered search for a confrontation, she made herself another target of the prideful scolding. Saruman shifted guilt with skillful rhetoric, saying it was her who failed Boromir and let him die. The charm of his voice got her heart stricken with guilt. Although he didn’t waste much time on her, his insults were precise. He called her a wild beast that in nothing resembled the grace of a gondorian lady, a standing proof of the inexorable degradation in the lineage of Numenor that the ruling of Aragorn would not fix. In his conclusion, he didn’t forget to mention that Denethor would have rather been freed of a daughter than robbed of his eldest son. 

From all those claims, he presented at least one truth. 

The reminder of her father’s indifference was the last thing she needed at that precise moment. After acquiring a modest glory in the battlefield for the first time in her young life, being forced to think of Denethor was like having the victory being taken away. Her wins were twisted into flaws, making her feel once more relegated to the obscure spot he reserved for her back home. 

Only the sweet voice of Pippin bringing her back from the self absorption as they were riding away from Isengard managed to counteract the perverse effect. Given the rushed nature of their reencounter, he accepted no one else to take him merely because he wanted more time with her. The excited ramblings from her beloved hobbit about the escape from the orcs, his adventures in Fangorn, and his involvement on the attack plan of the Ents were enough to ease her heart.

On his part, Merry didn’t hesitate on reclaiming his share of the honors while hearing the tales from close, but he also understood that his cousin was trying to impress his lady. In return, Gimli told them in a prideful tease about the bewilderment that a certain gondorian shieldmaiden had caused among the Rohirrim through her courageous acts fighting alongside him, Legolas and Aragorn in the front line at Helm’s Deep. His comments made Pippin’s impulse to present himself in an heroic light increase with his admiration of her. 

It was simply lovely and she didn’t doubt in filling him with praise until he became a blushing mess hiding behind her. At the same time, he had accidentally reminded her of how proud Boromir would have been if he could have seen them together again after performing such great actions and that thought casted the sadness away. Time for celebrations was approaching and that brought a different, simpler reminder to her calmer mind. 

Until then, the people of Theoden had only met one side of her. Precisely the one she had forbidden at home, since they knew her as the warrior maiden of the Fellowship initially playing wolf on sheep’s clothing for Wormtongue only to reveal herself moments later. Since that fight the situation allowed her to never get back in disguise. The refined lady of Gondor once seen in Rivendell never stepped Rohan, but she thought it would be fun if she would make a comeback for the party. 

Let no one say ever again that she had no glimpses of the grace legends attributed to her bloodline.  

Presented with all the comforts that Eowyn could share with her, the transformation became an easy and midly fun previous step. It gave them time to have a good long talk together while taking part on a lady-like activity that wouldn't raise any concerns. The niece of Theoden had her own personal interest guiding a sudden want to perform feminity, one her friend knew that she wouldn't comment with anyone else. Revisiting her wardrove in the calm of her bedroom while talking of the latest events she didn't got to witness was a good start for both. For instance, she was a witness watching for her and willing to share details that her relatives didn't bother on comment to her before.

" He died doing what he loved, ... backstabbing his master. " The gondorian joked into her telling of Wormtongue's death. " Your uncle, infinitely kind hearted as he is, was still offering him a second chance. I think that worm realized he had made a strong bet on the wrong horse, but Legolas gave him no span to show the king any regrets. An arrow to his chest, quite ironical way to die considering what he did. "

Eowyn gave her a half smile, unsure of how to feel besides from a deep relief.

" His black heart craved only power, control over me."

The girl knew exactly what she meant. Her meticulous work hidding the most controversial aspects of herself from her father's sight weren't enough to keep her fame completely clean. Rumours had spread subtly, and to many men craving control those have came out as attractive. If the only daugther of the Steward was wild as the forest, every single one of them believed themselves to be the one that could tame her.

" You are free of him." She sweetly concluded, holding her hand and abandoning her sight from the beautifull garments to focus completely on her. " And we can still hate him in secret, if you wish. I have encountered my own amount of despicable noblemen in Gondor, but none of them has yet sold to the dark power hoping to receive me as spoil of war from the looting of his own countrymen. You resisted with courage, one of the kind that many soldiers in the battlefield won't understand. I do, and admire you for it. "

It was the most heartfelt compliment Eowyn had received in a good while and it was hard to explain why a surprising happiness invaded her.

" You, my friend? After obtaining glory for both of us? "

The gondorian was eyeing the blue fabric of a cute dress she was considering to choose.

A reminder of the sea, of her mother.

" Would you believe me if I tell you that your domestic feat remains more impressive to me than all my killings at Helm's Deep?" She suddenly confessed. " Being alone in Minas Tirith with Denethor would be a nightmare on itself. To that add one of my brothers dead and the other one exiled, while also having to flee from the advances of a repulsive man seeking to submit me through resignation. Inviting me everyday to accept him as some inevitable fate, remiding me I'm alone in the world ... I don't think I would have endured it as well as you did, always keeping your royal dignity."

Eowyn had sat on the bed and, dress in hand, her friend followed.

" If you think I'm strong, please look at yourself, because your strenght inspired me that night."

" In some twisted way that escapes all forseen ends, justice was served. " Was her simple reply. " Your brother and my cousin are avenged."

The garment was carefully placed at their side as the guest rushed to hug her.

" Vengeance is not over, because you are going to look gorgeous for your crush and have fun. " She mischievously whispered. " Haven't you think about it? The hatred on Grima's eyes as he was leaving Meduseld was too focused on Aragorn, and now I think I see why ... "

The rohirrim lady looked up in shamefull surprise.

" No, you don't! " She attempted to defend herself in a playfull tone, breaking the contact. " That's not true, and I don't know how it occured to you, but ..."

" But Arwen is leaving with her kind, as far as I know, so I don't see an issue." The gondorian encouraged her. " I got to meet her in Rivendell, and I meet her father ... If I had one as wonderfull as Elrond, I would too seek to follow him. Besides, you are my best friend and Aragorn has become like a brother to me. if a mortal woman shall eventually come to cure his sadness, I would rather her be you. "

Her eyes were shinning with hope, but not only to the kind voice inspiring her yet a third kind of courage to face her growing feelings for the Ranger.

Loneliness fading, like ice slowly melting, to the certainty of knowing she had found a friend. Another presumably lonely young woman, at least in terms of companionship that could be found of other women, who had so quickly shifted such strong affection towards her.

" As my beloved friend that you are, I beg you not to feed my dreams so soon."

" Allow yourself to dream for a while, you deserve it" The foreign girl insisted. " If things don't work as we expected, we will deal with that later ... Together. "

She liked the sound of the last sentence, but kept her objections.

" How? Do you know the cure for a broken heart? "

" Let that brave heart of yours to take the risk, not only by the blade its strenght can be measured. " The gondorian concluded, then kissed her forehead. " If turns out my brother of the sword is not the one, I still have one more blood brother to introduce you to. And if you don't like that one, I'm pretty sure Merry has no hobbit lass waiting for him at the Shire. "

Her positivity and will to comfort her ended up getting a few chuckles out of her. Not exactly because of the jokes, but due to the happyness she found in her insistent support.

" I believe your love for the halflings is starting to put Gandalf's to shame."

The called out lady smiled, clearly on remembrance of her own infatuation.

" One stay in Rivendel and days of travel on our quest was all it took for Peregrin Took to win me over, and he wasn't even trying. " She began to tell. " There are some men of Gondor that think not much different from the says of Saruman about me: a wild beast, only to them I'm a fair one ... And all wildeness is up to be conquered and rulled, owned to make use of. They approach me like a mare in need of taming, thinking they will perform the miracle of my submission. Do you understand now how could I have fallen for one of hobbits that released the forest? "

She could have continued, but no more words were needed to make her understand the core of her reasoning on her feelings.

" Wouldn't you prefer the green one?" Eowyn pointed out, regarding the dress choice. " In homeage to Fangorn, and your love."

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Daddy’s little girl: Dad Thranduil x teen (turned into baby) daughter reader.

Age: 15 turned into a baby (in human years) Legolas and Tauriel has convinced reader Chan to go with the patrol against Thranduil’s wishes.

Warning: discipline Spanking, fluff, cute baby reader, this is platonic.

Translations:

Ada: Dad/Daddy/Papa

Adar: Father

Muindor: brother.

Your POV:

I wish I’ve listened to Ada when he said “You’re not ready to be in the patrol and you’re too young.” By the Valar why was he always right?

I can already hear him scolding me, giving me a lecture on the dangers of the forest, make me write an essay on the dangers of leaving the palace and possibly have me over his knee then heat up my backside like he did when I accidentally broke that vase when I was little.

And why did I went along with Legolas’s and Tauriel’s dumb plan on sneaking out while Ada was at a meeting?

Flashback:

I was practicing archery with my big brother Legolas and the captain of the guards Tauriel when Meludir came “My Prince! captain! there is a spider’s nest dangerously close to the palace.” He said frantically “We will leave immediately.” Tauriel said “This will be a great opportunity to see how you’re improving Y/N.” Muindor said getting his horse “But Dad said I’m not old enough to go on patrol! And he’s expecting me in the palace by sunset.” I said following him to the stables where he, Tauriel and the rest of the patrol saddle their horses “It’s only going to take an hour. He won’t be out of today’s meeting in two hours, that gives us time to get back before he knows you’re gone.” Tauriel said “I don’t like where this is going but I suppose it won’t be too bad.” I said as Legolas helped me onto his horse and climbs on behind me.

Present time:

I gulped in terror as I’m face to face with the giant spiders that have been plaguing Mirkwood for the very first time in my life.

By Yavanna they were gigantic and looked hungry.

I fearfully held my bow up to shoot them from the tree branch I was standing on but I was so paralyzed with fear I kept missing.

No one’s POV

You managed to get one of the spiders but when you hit it the giant arachnid got angry and began slamming its head on the tree stump making you lose your balance and start to fall but you managed to hang onto the tree branch for dear life but another spider crawled from the tree top and snapped the branch with its pinchers causing you to fall, Scrape your knee, wrist and ankle, cut your thigh on some bark, cut your left cheek and the side of your head, hit your eye on the spiders knee and land infront of the spider you shoot with your arrow in its rump making you whimper.

You fearfully tried to shoot it but when you fell you sprained your other arm and it was painful raising it “Y/N!” Your older brother yelled fearfully while fighting off an ambush of spiders “There’s too many of them Legolas.” Tauriel screamed in fear “This was a very stupid idea. Father would kill us if we went home without Y/N.” Legolas said fearfully until a very familiar voice spoke “And you better have an explanation on why she’s out here in the first place.” Said the voice when an arrow flew past him and into the spiders head followed by another thus killing it.

Looking to where the voice and arrow came from, you felt relief and dread when you saw your father on his elk and some soldiers with him.

They finished off the spiders and you can tell your father was furious when he’s calm “Father listen. We can explain.” Your brother said but Thranduil ran towards you instead “Y/N are you alright?” He asked gently kneeling to your shaking figure “No.” you answered honestly as he gently helped you up but you yelped in pain from your sprained arm and throbbing cuts making him gently pick you up like he did when you were little and you curled into him in pain “We will discuss punishment when we get home.” He said walking past Tauriel and your brother whom both looked guilty “Yes father/my lord.” They said.

Legolas was about to take you from Thranduil but he held you away “She’s riding with me.” He said as the giant elk kneeled down allowing your father to put you down on the bridal and him to get on behind you easily “Legolas! Tauriel! You two better explain yourselves.” Your father said taking the reins with his arms around your waist so you won’t fall “Well you see father we thought it would be a perfect opportunity to see Y/N’s improvement because we thought the nest was small and we kinda manipulated her into coming.” Legolas said cowering under your father’s glare “But we were wrong when we saw how big the nest was and Y/N ended up missing the spiders but the one she managed to shoot.” Tauriel said fearfully earning a glare from your father “Well you two are kinda not going to like the punishment I have in mind for you when we get to the palace.” He said “Y/N I can’t believe you went along with their plan.” He spoke in disappointment “ You know you’re not allowed in the forest unless we are going away.” He said “But I didn’t want to go into the forest, they said we would be back before your meeting finished.” You said earning betrayed looks from Legolas and Tauriel “Of all the irresponsible things you two have done.” He said as the palace is in view “This is we’re I draw the line. Not only did you throw yourselves and the patrol in danger but you also put Y/N in danger.” He said as your at the bridge.

After everyone is off their steeds your father has you in his arms and turns to Tauriel and Legolas “You two are to wait for me in my study while I deal with Y/N and her wounds.” He said walking to the healing ward with you in his arms.

Your POV:

Ada carried me like I was still a small elfling, It was so humiliating because there were servants and guards seeing me get treated like a toddler when I’m a teenager “I hope you’ve learned you’re lesson after all this my little one.” Dad said turning to the healing wing and entering.

When we entered he sat me on one of the healing beds so a healer can examine me “By the Valar what happened?” The healer asked as he got a bowl of water with a cloth and bandages while Dad explained what happened “Your lucky to still be alive your highness. You better take some guards with you next time.” The healer said gently dabbing the wet cloth over my cuts to clean them “There won’t be a next time. Because you are NEVER, EVER, going with the patrol again until you’re older. You’re also not allowed to go to training or anywhere without your personal guards.” Dad said as he placed me on his lap to hold my leg so the healer can take the small pebbles out of the gash on my thigh.

No one’s POV:

You’ve never felt so humiliated in your life when your father had you on his lap “She sprained her arm during the fight.” Your father said gently raising your arm causing you to whimper making him and the healer chuckle a bit “What am I going to do with you my little elfling?” He asked as the healer wrapped your arm, wrist, ankles, thigh, head, put a bandage over your black eye and a plaster on your cheek “She can’t use her arm for a month and she must not raise it.” The healer said “It’s also how long you are grounded.” Thranduil said simply and sternly with a firm look on his face.

After the cheek up your father carried you to your room, locked the door, sat on your bed, placed you over his knee and began pulling down your leggings and undergarments making you squeak “DAD, PLEASE. IS A SPANKING REALLY NECESSARY?” You asked holding your black tunic down to cover your exposed backside and front while squirming making the older elf sigh “You know fully well it is sweetling. And hold still.” He said lifting your tunic so he can begin making you whimper in terror “I’m only doing this because I love you Y/N. What you did today was foolish and dangerous. You could have been killed.” He said making guilt wash over you “So I am not going easy on you. I hope this will teach you a lesson.” He said swatting your backside making you winch in pain as his hand strike’s your slowly Redding bottom “You will never again run out of the palace boarders again Y/N?” He asked still striking your bottom making you yelp “Y/N?” He asked “NOOOOO.” You screamed with tears running down your face “And why won’t you?” He asked “Because it was dangerous and foolish, I’m not allowed to go with the patrol, I’m not ready and I could have been killed.” You said in one breath still sobbing and shaking “That’s right. Very good my child.” He said stopping and gathering your fragile body into his arms and began hugging your smaller frame “I’m really sorry Dad.” You sobbed into his chest while clutching to his robes while crying “I know. You are forgiven sweetling, but starting tomorrow you are not allowed outside of the palace for awhile.” He said making you nod as your sobs turned into whimpers and then hiccups making him smile ‘cute.’ He thinks to himself as you managed to calm down “Some maids are coming to bathe you my child.” He said getting up from your bed “Dinner will be ready soon but I will ask a maid to bring it up along with dessert! In the mean time your door will be locked.” He said walking out of the room and locking the door.

When you heard the clicking of the door locking you went to take that bath since you felt sweaty and uncomfortable.

At Thranduil’s study:

After Thranduil gave you your punishment he went to his study and was pleased to see Tauriel and Legolas there but hid it with a stern look “For putting Y/N and the patrol in danger your both tending to my elk in the stables for a month starting tomorrow.” He said “Your lucky my hand is sore from spanking Y/N.” He said making them snicker “So on the way I asked your old mentors to do the honors for tonight.” He said making the younger elves quiet as the door opens and in walks two elves about Thranduil’s age but they were a bit younger then the king “Come along you naughty elflings.” They said grabbing the two elves by the ears.

You fearfully stand in front of the maids whom gently helped you out of your training clothes and unwrapped your bandages.

You carefully got into the tub as they discarded the blood soaked bandages and threw your dirty clothes into the hamper by your bathroom door.

Two of the maids began to bathe you while another went to get your night clothes while another washed your hair and the last went to get fresh bandages from the healers.

After your bath the maids began dressing you in a silk nightgown, brushed your hair, braided it and then re wrapped your wombs.

The maids left your room as soon as they heard a knock meaning dinner was ready.

After you ate your vegetable soup with lembas bread on the side, a glass of water and a slice of apple pie you went to brush your teeth but you felt dizzy and decided to go to sleep.

Thranduil’s POV:

After I spanked Y/N I realized how much I missed having a baby in the palace and how much my little girl was growing up to fast for my liking.

I called Methrandir for a de aging potion that will turn My Y/N into an infant “Here you are Mellon Nin just put it in her food or drink and you’ll have a child again.” He said walking to the guest wing to settle in for the night while I went to the kitchen and spotted three of the maids taking trays of food one with Y/N’s name on a tag and the other two with Legolas’s and Tauriel’s names.

Smirking I pored the liquid in Y/N’s glass of water and went to the dining room to eat excited to have my little one back.

In the morning no one’s POV:

You slowly opened your eyes to see that something wasn’t right.

For starters everything looked bigger, your hands and legs were small and your bed looked oddly high.

You slowly crawled to the edge of your bed and saw that you were 10 feet off the ground but when you saw your reflection in your body mirror you nearly fell when you saw that you were a baby again.

You tried to speak but all that came out was cooing and gurgling,

Freaking out you tried standing up but your legs felt like jelly and you ended up falling off the bed over your now over grown nightgown.

Luckily there was a pillow so you had a soft landing but you hit your forehead on the bed board causing you to start crying “No! Dang it my inner child.” You said in your head.

As you cried in pain you heard your door unlocking and then burst open to reveal your father wielding his sword and brother wielding his bow with a notched arrow “Show yourselves Orcs.” Your brother said until his and your father’s eyes landed on you “Y/N is that you?” Legolas asked in shock but all that came from you was cooing and gurgling until your father scooped you up into his arms “The potion worked.” He said when Legolas spoke “What potion Adar?” He asked trying not to laugh “After I spanked Y/N I realized how much I miss having a baby. So I asked Methrandir to brew up a de aging potion that I put in Y/N’s water last night.” He said hugging you gently as to not crush you.

Legolas really couldn’t help but laugh at your predicament when Tauriel came into the room “I heard crying in here.” She said until Legolas spoke “Get a look at Y/N.” he said bringing her to see you.

When Tauriel saw you she saw that you no longer looked like a teenager but you were now a small infant being held by the king and she too bursted into laughter making you blush and hide yourself into your father’s chest making him stroke your hair but he turned to Tauriel and Legolas with a stern look “Don’t you two have chores this morning?” He asked making them stop laughing and sprinting out of the room to get ready for their chores as your father yelled “And I’ll be adding changing her diapers to your punishment.” He said as your personal maids came in but they stopped in surprise when they saw you being held by your father “I will be bathing her this morning but I need one of you to hold her.” he said walking to the bathroom “I’ll get her old baby clothes.” One of the maids said walking out of the room while the others followed your father into the bathroom.

After an awkward bath your dressed in a white shirt with a black sewn on corset, white leggings, white baby booties with ankle straps, your hair done in a side ponytail with a braid (think of Nahida’s hair) and a circlet with white flowers.

Thranduil proud of his work picked you up and walked down to the dining room for breakfast with the servants gushing over you but you curled up into your father’s blood red robes in embarrassment so people won’t see you making him chuckle “I know this is embarrassing my dear! But it’s apart of your punishment.” He said walking into the dining room and sitting next to Gandalf whom smirked when he saw you “I see the potion worked wonderfully.” He said as the servants placed down a bowl of baby Porridge for you that Thranduil spoon feed you.

During breakfast a guard came in “My king! Lord Elrond and his sons arrived.” He said “Bring them in. They must be exhausted from traveling.” Your father said putting a spoonful of porridge in your mouth.

The guard came back with Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir “Ahh Thranduil! Methrandir! Looks like the birds were right.” Elrond said smiling at you while the twins snickered at your predicament making Elrond and your father glare at them “Boys perhaps you should help Tauriel and Legolas in the stables.” Elrond said sternly to the twins “Yes I’m sure they’ll appreciate it since they’ll need help grooming my elk before training.” Your father said whipping your mouth with a handkerchief “Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. I don’t get Dad’s attention much anymore.” Your inner voice said as you rested your head on his chest and gripped his red robes making him smile and kiss your forehead.

[elrondsimp]

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.

[batsyforyou]

The Quill

Tags: Magic spells gone wrong, quills, lying, silly idea, she/her

Pairing: Elrond x platonic fem reader

Author's Note: I have Glorfindel turned into an apple, Celegorm a horse, Maglor a harp, Maedhros a sword, and Erestor and Gandalf as pumpkins.

“My Lady!” 

“Hm?” 

Pausing, she looked up from her book watching as Lindir raced over to her. 

“Lindir!” She smiled and shut her book. “What can I do for you?” 

“If you spy Lord Elrond wandering the halls can you ask him to meet me in the library with Erestor? I can’t seem to find him.” 

“Oh, of course.” 

Relieved he bowed to her, wishing her a good day he left down the hall with his robes gracefully flowing behind him. She sighed, she would never get over how beautiful and graceful the elves were.

Humming, she went in search of Elrond making for his office. Knocking twice on the door she waited a moment before opening it a crack and peeking her head in. 

“Elrond? Are you here?” 

Pushing it open she stepped in and looked around. His desk was empty aside from his unfinished papers, a chair had been placed in front and a tray with two cups of tea and biscuits were left. It looked like Elrond had just got up and left in the middle of a meeting. 

Shutting the door behind her, she wandered over and hovered her hand over the food and drink. Well, he had been gone for a while and the food and tea were cold. Sighing she sat in his chair, it was very unlike Elrond to leave his office like this; he usually cleaned up his papers and tidied up before he left. 

Shrugging she mumbled to herself, tapping her fingers against her tongue and grabbing a fresh sheet of paper from his pile. While she was here she might as well leave him a note about Lindir. 

Spying a black feathered quill she picked it up and opened his ink, dripping the quill delicately in the ink she gently scraped off the excess and began to write, 

“Dear Elrond.” She wrote, “When you get back Lindir would like for you to meet him in Erestor’s office. He did not say why. He would have done it in person, but he could not find you.”

At the bottom of her note she signed, “Your friend, Y/n.” 

Dropping the quill she took the note and waved it around to dry the ink. 

The door kicked open and Radagast came stumbling through looking panicked when he saw her. “Ah, Lady Y/n I did not expect to see you here.” He shut the door behind him and clasped his hands behind his back. She frowned, he seemed . . . nervous. 

“Yes, I was just writing Elrond a note for when he comes back.” 

Lifting the paper she waved it around as she showed him. 

The wizard seemed to wince and shifted his weight. “And I am to assume that you used the black quill there?” 

She looked at the quill that still held ink on it and picked it up. “This one?” 

He grimaced and nodded. “Yes, you see, that quill is Elrond.” 

She blinked. “The quill is . . . Elrond?”

He cleared his throat and pulled at his collar, “I do believe that is what I said yes.” 

She sighed. “Radagast, must I remind you that Elrond is an elf? An elf of Noldor decent, a father to three children, a husband, rather tall?” 

He nodded vigorously. “Yes, I know that. But you see I—” He his wiggled his head some, “I—might have made him into the quill.” 

Her heart skipped and she slowly moved her eyes to the quill in her hand and back to him. “You made Elrond… into the quill.” 

He tugged at his beard. “Yes. I was reading an ancient text and was curious to see what would happen if I pointed the spell towards, say a plant, but I’m afraid it had the opposite effect than what I thought.” 

Her mouth dropped, “You're telling me that you turned the Lord of this House into a quill!” 

“Ssh!”  

Looking behind him he raised his hands towards you and gestured for you to be quiet. “Keep your voice down!” 

“Ah!” She shot to her feet, “You turned Elrond into a quill and didn’t tell anyone?” 

He paused and nodded. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone!?” 

“Can you imagine the chaos that would ensue if I told the elves that I had taken away their leader?”

She gasped horrified, “Taken away?!” Looking at the quill in her hand she asked, “You killed him?! Oh my gosh, have I been using the dead body of an elf to write?” 

“No, no!” The wizard looked mortified at the suggestion. “He is not dead.” 

“Then he is alive?” 

“Well, he should be.” 

“Should be!?”

“It isn’t like the quill has a mouthpiece for which to speak through!” 

Her heart was pounding and she felt light headed. “Wait, can he breathe?” 

She booped the tip of the quill and gasped as she felt wet ink. “Is this his head and the feather his hair!” 

Turning on her heel she raced into the bathroom and turned on the faucet shoving the dirtied part of the quill under the water. 

“Radagast, what if I suffocated him!” 

The wizard came into the room with you as you scrubbed at the quill, watching as the black coloring tainted the water. “It's all right Elrond, I’ll fix it!” 

“If he can breathe, you might be drowning him.” 

Shutting off the water she grabbed the nearby towel and dried off the tip, terrified at the idea. 

“I’m sorry!” 

When dry she held the quill with her palm flat and upright. “Did I hurt him when I, well, used him?” Gosh that sounded wrong.

The wizard shrugged.

“Radagast!” 

“I do not know! For all intensive purposes he is now an inanimate object. He could be aware of what's happening or not.” 

“Except the part where he is a living breathing elf!”

“Ugh!” Shoving past him she went for the door, the wizard following her. “Where are you going?”

She paused by the door, gripping the handle. “To go tell Erestor to call for Gandalf, what else would I be doing?!” 

He reached over and locked the door. 

“Hey!” She cried.

“You can’t tell them.” 

“And why not? They deserve to know!” 

“Can you imagine if word got out? You tell one and soon enough everyone will know that Rivendell is weak! You never know who might be listening.”

She glared at him. “Radagast, Erestor would be the perfect person to tell about this. He is loyal and knows how to run Elrond’s house in his absence.” 

He sighed, “Please just give me a little more time. I believe if I study the book some more, I can reverse the effects before there is even a need to send for Gandalf.” 

“You mean to tell me you haven’t sent for him!?” 

“Just tell them that Elrond is feeling unwell and has retired early for the day.” 

“Radagast, Elrond is an elf! They don’t get sick!”

“And I suppose you have a better idea?!” 

“Anyway, Radagast said that he retired early for the night.” 

Lindir and Erestor looked at each other. “And he asked not to be disturbed?” Lindir asked. 

She nodded, “That's correct.” 

In her hands she cradled the black quill to her like one would a babe, running her thumb over the soft feather. 

Erestor glared at her from his desk, “Fine. I trust we will see him tomorrow.” 

She grimaced. “That is my hope, yes.” 

Lindir frowned, “It is strange he did not tell us.” 

She nodded. “Yes. But I hope he gets all the rest he deserves.”

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[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 24

Here's the next chapter! Enjoy! <3

Summary: When two girls fell into Middle Earth, excited at the prospects of living through their all time favourite novel, they find things are not as they seem. Something is watching them, as if they're being dared to reveal their secrets. How will they survive the challenges of the journey, dealing with the darkness that follows them, alongside certain two princes who are fascinated at everything they do, and a brooding, grumpy king who begins to suspect that they aren't telling the whole truth.

Where were they from, really? They did take the rabbit hole down, after all.

Tags: Kili x oc/reader - Fili x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 4038

Warnings: Swearing.

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Part 3: Chapter 24 -

30 Different Ways To Fuel Yourself Off Of False Hope.

Kismet (Definition): A hypothetical force or personified power that determines the course of the future events. Fate, Destiny.

(Noun / Origin: Old Turkish / kis·​met)

Bag End, Hobbiton, The Shire – T.A. Tuesday, 26th April 2941 of the Third Age (Trewsday, 6th Thrimidge, 1341 in Shire-reckoning)

Waking up on the day we had spent over a year of our lives waiting for was certainly less invigorating than I assumed it to be.

A month ago I would have been practically vibrating in my seat, beaming with enthusiasm at the thought of my favourite story come-to-life happening, and that I would be able to take part in it firsthand. Now that feeling had been flung out the window, my jitters of excitement were replaced with nervous ones. Sickness and dread filling the empty pit of my stomach as my mind filled with all the ‘what ifs?’

What if they don’t let us come? What if Gandalf can’t convince them? He’s already gonna have a hard time trying to get Thorin to understand that Bilbo is – somewhat – capable of surviving and adapting to the wild.

What if they start yelling about women not being strong enough and how mad they are that Gandalf told us about a ‘secret’ mission? And I start crying because I can’t handle yelling and being rejected which will make them even MORE stubborn about not letting us come? Even if they did let us come, would Thorin sulk and hate us for months?

Oh God.

What if HE doesn’t like me?

My eyes unconsciously dragged over to the bow leant against the corner of the parlour as my thoughts drifted to him. Blurry flashes of wavy brown hair and a cheeky smile danced across my vision. I let in a deep breath, before frantically pushing the waking nightmares of all the insecurities and terrible outcomes that would possibly happen this evening into the depths at the back of my mind.

Giving my head a small shake and rolling my shoulders, I returned my sights to the piece of paper on the table in front of me. I bounced my leg erratically, spinning the quill in my hand between my fingers and staring at my looping handwriting with vigorous intent, but barely taking a word in.

About an hour ago, in order to try and take my mind of things and rid my stomach of it’s sickening feeling, I had started a checklist. A feeble attempt of a distraction to try and use the attention of my already racing mind to guess the contents of what I was bringing, rather than dwell on the probability of my year-long plans collapsing before me.

I had also spent my morning trying to find comfort, and enjoy everything the best I could, making sure to not take everything around me for granted as I had realised today could be the last official day that we enjoyed comfort. A proper bed, proper meals, a steady routine, and the reassuring bubble of safety and peace the Shire gave. The thought of leaving it all behind made me want to tear up.

Despite my distraction attempt, I found myself constantly glancing out the open window in front of me, my nerves having woken me up just before dawn, and I had sat here by candlelight long enough to watch the sun rise and the birds begin their morning call. Now the candle was extinguished, smoke wisps trailing up and out the window into the crisp spring air, the wax beginning to harden as I leant back in the wooden chair, thankful for the cushion studded onto its base.

It was still relatively early, and I figured it was only about 6am, not bothering to get up and double check the grandfather clock in the other room. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I spent the next hour extending the checklist, until Kay stumbled in, copper hair and nightgown askew, mumbling about how my shuffling had woken her up too early for her comfort. Leaning back in my seat, I watched (as another distraction attempt) Kay, whose eyes were still slightly swollen and half-glued together by sleep, as she felt around for the kettle, hanging it on its hook above the fireplace before clumsily setting some wood down and lighting it on fire with her wand.

Slumping onto one of the dining chairs, she rested her forehead in her hand, groaning with fatigue weighing on her figure.

“What time is it?” she mumbled, eyes closed as she looked ready to fall asleep again.

Turning back to the window, I lifted my feet onto the chair tucking my own nightgown over my legs as I stared out at the glowing, orange beams of the morning sun that cut through the clouds and trees. “Like 7? I haven’t checked since I got up.” I answered, hooking my chin over my knees.

“What time did you get up?” she yawned.

“Uhh,” I squinted, watching a deer drink from the river down at the bottom of the hill whilst everyone still slept. “I think it was quarter to five? I couldn’t get back to sleep cuz of today.”

“Jesus Christ.” Kay breathed as she got up and joined me at the parlour table, brushing a hand through her knotted hair. “The hell have you been doing this whole time?”

“Anything but thinking.” I sighed, seeing Kay curiously reach over and drag the piece of parchment I had been writing my checklist on towards her.

“About today?” she suggested, twisting her head to scan the words.

“About everything that could go wrong.” I groaned, leaning my head back to glare at the ceiling.

“Now why are you worrying about that?” she vocalised, pushing the paper back to me as she leant on her elbows. “The worst that could happen is that they say no, and then we – plus Gandalf – simply gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss Thorin into being a feminist and letting us come.”

Snorting in amusement, I lowered my head back down, absentmindedly scratching my fingernail against the texture of the parchment. “How’re you so calm about this?” I questioned, glancing up at a suspiciously mellow-looking Kay, despite the craziness of her fresh-out-of-bed appearance.

She shrugged. “Honestly? I think I’m disassociating so hard that my brain simply doesn’t have the capacity to conjure up anything other than the fact I’m about to meet my future husband.” She simply explained, a cheshire grin wide on her face.

“Oh Christ alive.” I agonised, leaning forward on my elbows and proceeded to drop my face into my hands. “I forgot about that.”

“And you’re about to meet yours~” she sing-songed, prodding at the hands hiding my face. I let out a strained laugh, both amusement and anxiety ridden between. “You already made some odd noises when you had to deal with meeting Gandalf, I can’t wait to see what on Earth you’ll sound like when you meet him.”

“C’mon Kay, it’s not like I’m gonna marry the guy!” I whined in anguish, dropping my head from my hands and onto the table. “I barely have a crush on someone who is technically a complete stranger who I know next to nothing about. Look at what happened with Bilbo! We’ve watched the movies hundreds of times and we never knew stuff like how he preferred fried eggs over poached until we ended up here!” I was basically sobbing my smushed face into the wood at this point.

Twisting my head so I could face Kay, I looked up at her with wide, wet eyes. “What if he turns out to be nothing like I expected or he finds me weird?” I muttered pathetically.

Within a flash, Kay had rolled up my piece of parchment, and swatted my head with an outraged expression. “Have you forgotten his apparent type?? Miss ‘5’9 potential model who’s been mistaken for an elf multiple times??’ He’s gonna walk in, take one look at you and have the fattest fucking aneurysm, because we are the hottest people in history to exist in Middle Earth.” She paused in thought for a moment. “Except for Galadriel of course. Can’t disrespect my milf wife like that.” She patted her hand over her heart and blew a kiss out the window.

Huffing a laugh, I took another glance out the open window, spotting the mail-hobbit-man as he began his morning route. “What on Earth do I even say to them all?” I almost whimpered, beginning to spiral. “What if they get weirded out about how well we remember all their names??”

“Alright, stop.” Kay emphasised with another swat at my head. “You’ve got a whole day to get through before dealing with that, so before you send us both into a mental breakdown, let’s go get ourselves ready so they don’t walk in on us looking like a hundred year-old mops.”

As soon as the words left Kay’s mouth, Bilbo stumbled in scratching his nose whilst he made use of the preboiled kettle. “Market trip today.” He declared halfway through a yawn, stretching his arms up. “Need some fish and veg for tonight’s dinner and whatnot.” Sliding into the chair beside us with a fresh cup of chamomile, he took in the morning scenery through the window with a content sigh, seeming to have completely forgotten (or forced himself to) about yesterday’s affairs. Shifting his head, he gave us both a once over. “Fancy coming?”

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The sereness of Bilbo’s mood that morning had been shot into the stratosphere when the clock hit half nine. I hadn’t missed the strain that had begun to grow in the hobbit’s smile the closer he got to swinging his blue coat on, and by the time we were out the door, his face had dropped completely.

Despite his much smaller stature, we found ourselves jogging to keep up with the frantic hobbit as he practically jogged down to the market, head swivelling around like an owl as his eyes determinedly scanned everything they landed on.

Settling into a speed-walk, I sidled up next to him as he continued to scurry on, leaning down to keep my voice lower. “I doubt Gandalf’s gonna be hiding out in the market waiting to scare you, Bilbo.” I attempted to reassure, knowing full well the wizard was still off somewhere collecting our not-so-unexpected guests. “There’s no need to worry so much.”

Bilbo blinked up at me, forcing a bewildered look upon his face. “Worried?!” He scoffed, faking a chortle. “Why on Earth would I be worried? Hahaa…”

“Because you look as nervous as a mouse about to steal a crate-full of cheese right under someone’s nose.” Chimed in Kay as she caught up on Bilbo’s other side.

“Mouse–?” Was all he could sputter out in offense to being compared to the rodent before he sprung a foot in the air, startled when another hobbit called out to him, wishing a good-morning. Opening his mouth, he went to retort, but his mind seemingly ran elsewhere, and he simply spun on the spot to march over the stone bridge ahead.

Giving each other knowing looks, Kay and I trailed not so long after, mixing into the throng that was the Tuesday morning market. Kids scurried after each other with shouts and screams, looping around us until they took off in another direction.

Lifting my head, I took in the scene before me. Hobbit-men roaring with laughter as they puffed out smoke-rings under the tents and pavilions scattered around, a hobbit-woman thanking someone as she received a payment at her market stall, handing over a sack of whatever the other hobbit bought with a grin moments later. Snapshots of the everyday lives of some of the most peaceful creatures in Middle Earth, and I knew I was going to miss it.

Zoning back in, I brought my gaze further down, to where it landed on the back of Bilbo’s coat as he conversed (though rather distractedly) with one of the local fisher-hobbits, thanking him as he was handed his packaged goods – I presumed it was the fish he had spent the last 24 hours raving about not getting.

As Bilbo continued around the market, Kay and I temporarily went our separate ways, grabbing a few final things to stick in our bags. Meeting back about a quarter of an hour later, we spotted Bilbo who seemed to be trying to hurry back, eager to return to Bag End with his now-full basket of goods. Peering over his shoulder, he surveyed around until he caught our eye, and gestured for us to follow.

Jogging forwards, we hurried to catch up, only to slow down to a stop as Bilbo’s path was blocked by who we recognised to be Master Worrywort, his appearance giving a sense of Deja vu. Hauling his wheelbarrow stacked with produce, the older hobbit paused as he spotted Bilbo, his eyes lighting up.

“Hello, Mr Bilbo! Ah! And of course the lovely ladies.” He greeted us all, reaching into the pile in his wheelbarrow to pull out a very large-round vegetable that looked like a weird cross between a potato and a turnip. “Here!” He held it up in front of Bilbo. “Have a feel of me tubers.” Reluctantly, but willing to appease him, Bilbo briefly gave the vegetable a touch. Glancing up, Master Worrywort eagerly gestured it towards us. “Nice and firm they are. Just came in from West Farthing!” We both reached to politely prod and pinch at it for a moment, giving satisfied nods.

“Very impressive, Master Worrywort.” Bilbo complimented, eager to shift the conversation along. “Now, I don’t suppose you’ve seen a wizard lurking about these parts?” He asked, squinting against the sun as he gave the marketplace a once-over for the hundredth time.

Master Worrywort frowned in thought, placing the vegetable back in his barrow. “Tall fellow?” He suggested. Bilbo went to reply, when something caught his eye, his face paling as the other hobbit took no notice and carried on. “Long grey beard, pointy hat? Can’t say I have.”

Looking over my shoulder, I spotted the basket of grey wool that was being carried behind some of the stalls, my height making it easy to decipher that it was, in fact, not a wizard. Turning around, I went to assure Bilbo, only to find he had already taken off before Master Worrywort had finished speaking. The three of us scanned the area in confusion, looking for the missing hobbit.

“Where’d he go?” Wondered Master Worrywort.

Continuing to peer around for Bilbo, Kay answered. “Christ knows. He hasn’t been feeling himself lately.” She lied – though it wasn’t completely so.

Unbothered, Master Worrywort simply shrugged, before tipping his straw hat and bidding us adieu. The second he picked up the handles of his wheelbarrow to carry on, we shot off, crossing the bridge to see Bilbo step out, a dazed look on his face. Checking behind me, I saw that the basket of grey wool had revealed itself to be nothing but that.

“C’mon.” I sighed, patting the weary hobbit on the shoulder. “Take yourself back home and grab some tea and a book, then relax. Me and Kay are gonna run some errands.”

Still staring behind us, Bilbo nodded, not moving until we gave him a slight nudge, and off he went stumbling back up the hill with his basket.

Once he was in the distance and we were sure he wasn’t about to have a nervous break, the two of us spun on our heels and crossed back over the bridge, taking the path to the stables.

--

“You’re leaving?? Why?!”

Bertie looked up at us with wide eyes, clouded with confusion as he absorbed the news.

“We’re going travelling for a bit.” Kay offered, which technically wasn’t a lie. “Might see if we can find our families.”

He gave a slow nod. “Is Bilbo going with you?”

I opened my mouth to say yes, but paused, realising that despite the future events on the horizon being very much canon, Bilbo still had free will and the right to refuse to come.

“Maybe.” I suggested. “We’ll have to see.”

“Well I hope he does!” he exclaimed, looking almost saddened at the thought of Bilbo not going. “He’s awfully fond you both, y’know.”

Blinking, I glanced at Kay, only to see her respond in a similar way.

“Right.” Stated Bertie with a clap and a rub of his hands, startling us back into focus. “If you are both going, I wish you both the best of luck.” He gave us a warm smile, which quickly morphed into a tired one. “But for the love of Yavanna, please take those… beasts with you.” He pleaded in exasperation, gesturing at Calhourn and Hecate who were munching on a hay bale in the corner of the building. The latter raised her head to fix poor Bertie with a very prominent stare, and the hobbit shifted back a few steps, grumbling and cursing under his breath as he went to prepare their saddles and the rest of their equipment.

--

The sun was at its highest point in the sky by the time we started to head back to Bag End, our half-explanation for leaving having been given to the stable owner, who had kindly insisted that our jobs would still be here whenever we came back. Now we were halfway there, and I was panicking when I had realised I had forgotten to do something I considered rather important.

“Ah crap!” I cried. “I still need to write the letters!”

Kay glanced over at me, brows furrowed. “Whatever are you needing to write letters for?” She questioned.

“I need to write to whoever’s going to presume Bilbo dead and try to sell out Bag End!” I exclaimed, and Kay’s brows rose in realisation. “Otherwise he’s gonna come back to one hell of a nasty surprise. Oh! And also one for Gladiola to say we’re leaving and that she’ll have to find other babysitters, and whoever is–uh-crap –”

Kay quickly grasped my shoulder, swiftly brining my stressed rambling to a halt. “Girlie you’re going to give me a heart attack with how much you’re stressing out!” She breathed. “How about, when you get back, I’ll find out whoever does the house auctions and you write the Gladiola. Then we’ll see if anyone else needs one as well.”

I nodded silently, refusing to speak anymore in case everything came out uncontrollably in front of the shrew-faced Lobelia Sackville-Baggins that was sneering up at us from her front garden when we pattered by.

Reaching the front door of Bag End, I sped ahead of Kay, eager to snatch some parchment and a quill, then ran to my room, slamming the door shut behind me.

--

Reading over then re-reading again, I double checked the letters now fully completed in front of me. Kay had slipped in earlier, sliding over a small shred of paper that had the address of the hobbit that would be auctioneering in a couple years’ time when everyone would think Bilbo to be missing and most likely dead. The other one was for Gladiola, explaining – but not giving away too much – about what was going on, apologising for the last minute notice, but pleading that no one tries to sack Bag End (‘punch the Sackville-Bagginses for us, if you must’ I had underlined boldly).

Sealing each letter with a wax seal, along with the box of little gifts and knick-knacks Kay had precured for the Greenfoot’s as part of the apology, I gathered everything up, and slipped out of my bedroom window as quietly as I could.

The evening had begun to settle in when I hurried down the hill, the sun turning the sky into a flurry of oranges and purples as I tried not to trip over any grass mounds. Minutes later, when I had reached the house of the Greenfoot’s, I peered through the small window by the door from where I was stood behind the gate. The candles were lit, but no silhouettes came into view, so I quickly twisted the handle of the letterbox, the handprints of paint we had helped the kids stamp on still yet to be tarnished by the weather, and I felt guilt creep up in the pit of my stomach.

Before I could turn any more miserable, I hissed out a curse when the lid let out a creak. Shoving the parcel and letters (I had asked Gladiola in her letter to deliver the other one) into the box, I gently eased the lid back up, thankful it hardly made a squeak. Glancing up at the window, I jumped when I spotted Gladiola, but let out a sigh of relief when I realised her back was turned.

Without a second thought, I dashed off, skipping the paths as I took a beeline straight up, resulting to crawling on all fours up the steep parts at some points. Reaching the top, I turned around, taking in one of the last views of Hobbiton beneath the final rays of the vanishing sun with a weary sigh. With a stretch of my back, I went to walk towards my window, when my eyes were drawn to a short but unusual looking shape in the distance. Squinting, I watched as it made its way through one of the paths between the crop fields near the outskirts on the other side of town.

“I know that silhouette…” I thought to myself, before my eyes widened and I let out a gasp.

Dashing round the bend to my open window, I narrowly missed a drunk hobbit as he stumbled along swigging from the flagon of wine in his hand. I practically dove through, earning myself several bruises along my arms and legs as I clumsily battered them against the furniture whilst I struggled to clamber to my feet.

Sprinting across the floorboards, I almost slipped several times as I hauled my bedroom door open and bent over to avoid the beams as I half-jogged/half-stumbled through the hallway in my woolly socks, grasping the wood lining the archway to the kitchen to skid to a stop. Though that didn’t stop me from headbutting the chandelier.

“Ah, fuck!” I cursed, rubbing at my forehead before I ducked through.

Kay was staring up at me confused from where she sat at the kitchen table, quill poised to continue scribbling away at whatever was on the parchment in front of her until I interrupted. Bilbo was across from her, bent over the stove as he prodded and flipped the fish on the pan in front of him, too used to our antics at this point to bother looking up.

“Evening jog?” Kay muttered, keeping her voice quieter than the sizzling of the cooking food as I flopped down next to her.

Chest still heaving, I turned to look at her. “Huh?” I furrowed my brows.

She gestured at my face with the quill. “You’re cheeks’re pink and your hair’s frazzled.”

Sitting back, I absentmindedly reached up to pat down my face and hair. “Went to deliver the stuff.” I breathed. “Then decided to climb up the hill and ran when I saw someone in the distance.”

Kay’s eyes widened, and she took a glance at the still distracted hobbit. Giving me a look to show she understood, she returned to her parchment when Bilbo swivelled around, taking turns picking up the three plates that already had the boiled slices of carrot and potato ready to go, along with a small bundle of herbs, to shovel a freshly fried trout onto each one.

Sliding a plate in front of the two of us, we picked up our silverware as Bilbo tightened the sash round his waist that held his dressing gown over his night-time robes. Settling down in his seat, the hobbit let out a content sigh.

He glanced up at us with a smile. “So,” He started, tucking a napkin into his collar. “What did you two get up to in town after I went home early?” He asked as he reached over to take a pinch of seasoning from the tiny wooden bowl between us.

The two of us stiffened, watching intently as Bilbo began to season his food in an all-too familiar way.

And that was when the doorbell rang.

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Disclaimer -> There are fandoms I've already written stuff for, or I will in the future, but they're not in the following list because I don't take requests for them (star wars, wizarding world, the matrix, prometheus, DC, marvel, etc.)

x reader for the most part unless I say otherwise

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR 🍂☕

FNAF:

William Afton (either from the game or the book trilogy, not movie Willy still love him tho)

Springtrap

The Puppet

Comfortingly scary stuff with the animatronics of the first six games.

OMORI:

I'M NOT AGING ANYONE UP FOR SMUT/ I WON'T PUT ANYONE IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS (aging up for character development is acceptable ig)

Omori (can be shipped with Aubrey)

Stranger

Basil

Sunny (can be shipped with Aubrey/Basil)

The group x reader

The reader just experiencing or being part of Headspace, Black Space, White Space and the characters there.

RYAN GOSLING

Ken

Officer K

Sierra Six/ Court Gentry

maybe Colt Seavers

PEDRO PASCAL

Joel Miller

Din Djarin

HAZBIN HOTEL

Alastor, in all shapes and forms (human, giant demon, cursed cat, something from your imagination)

Angel Dust

Vox

Lucifer Morningstar

maybe Sir Pentious (can be shipped with Cherri)

The Hazbins x reader

LOTR/ THE HOBBIT

Bilbo Baggins

Thorin Oakenshield

Fili Durin

Kili Durin

Thranduil

Gandalf x reader (platonic!!)

Thorin & company x reader

The fellowship x reader

Sauron in any form

The Witch King of Angmar (🤭)

GAME OF THRONES

Petyr Baelish

Varys (don't ask me why)

Jorah Mormont

Sandor Clegane

Arya Stark

Brienne of Tarth

maybe Eddard Stark

maybe Tormund Giantsbane

maybe Theon Greyjoy

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Aegon Targaryen

maybe Larys Strong (I'm sorry)

Scenarios that include multiple characters

?Dragon bonding¿

SHERLOCK BBC

Sherlock Holmes (platonic mostly)

John Watson

maybe James Moriarty

maybe Molly Hooper

DEAD POETS SOCIETY

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Charlie Dalton

The poets x reader

Mr. Keating (platonic!!!)

THE SECRET HISTORY

Anything.

Absolutely anything and anyone.

I mean it.

(no incest, no orgies)

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper (don't ask why)

Vecna/ Henry Creel

IT

Pennywise (not smut)

Not sure about any other ships but shoot your shot ig.

Reader just living in Derry???

SWEET HOME

Pyeon Sang-Wook

THE DA VINCI CODE

Silas

masterlist of all work

requesting rules/ info

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