#aragorn FOR SURE omg

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back in my lotr phase i guess

[emilybeemartin]

Boromir Lives AU: We Didn't Have a Choice

Alternate title is They're All Just Kids With PTSD, Your Honor

This (ridiculously long? omg why so long, I did not mean for it to be this long) comic is a good example of how my plotlines usually develop---I'll write what I think is a self-contained story and then realize there are whole new narratives beyond it. This is how my first novel, Woodwalker, became a trilogy---I was writing it as a standalone novel until about the last three or four chapters, when I realized I'd kicked off a whole new series of political events. For this AU, I was thinking about how it would feel for Elboron to grow up in the long shadow of his parents, and idolizing his uncle(s) while also wondering how he'd ever measure up. For Boromir, I think he'd be so fulfilled to see his nephew get to come of age in a gentler world that he and his brother and all the others didn't get. Though if he had a future as anything other than a soldier I'm pretty sure it would be as a TikTok star showing us how to create a perfect ballerina bun. Show us your products, Boromir, dang.

This comic also reminded me that I clearly have a distinct set of author tropes because this has STRONG Veran vibes (Sunshield, Floodpath), with a young character feeling overwhelmed with the legacies of his parents. This is a bit of an opposite arc, though--- Veran wants to follow in his mother's footsteps but isn't allowed to, and so gravitates toward diplomacy, while Elboron feels pressured to take up soldiering like his namesake but would rather study language. Come to think of it, the manuscript I turned into my agent a few weeks ago also has some of these themes, which either means I need to stop writing quest follow-ups or start a Protagonists With Heroes For Parents support group.

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Boromir Lives: Helm's Deep

Boromir Lives: Whump-Time After Pelennor

Boromir Lives: GO TO SLEEP

Boromir Lives: Aragorn's Coronation

Boromir Lives: Faramir and Eowyn's Wedding

Boromir Lives: It's a BABY

Boromir Lives: High Uncle of the White Tower

Boromir Lives: The Haircuts

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Omg I'm like in love with ur blog rn 💕💕 I was wondering if you could do one where the reader comes from a culture that honors warriors and such (kinda like the dwarves)? And so the reader is basically very skilled with weaponry, fighting...etc

Thank you sm 💕

Thank you for your patience with this request – it was a lot of fun to write! Enjoy!

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

Having traveled a lot, Aragorn is familiar with your culture, though he has never been as close to someone from it as you. Seeing your famed warrior skills in person surprises him quite a bit – in a good way. He is enamored with the way you carry yourself and your weapons and, most importantly, how you lack a taste for cruelty and instead embrace mercy. He never gets tired of telling you that; it’s a value you both share.

･ﾟ✧ Arwen.

Arwen has great respect for you, since she is familiar with your warrior culture through her noble schooling. That said, she is also quite determined to introduce you to the finer side of life – something that you were never comfortable with or had any experience in. After all, the folk back home frown upon elaborate gowns and indulgent balls – but Arwen doesn’t care about your clumsiness. She always has a big smile on her face when you practice dancing! ♡

･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Up until meeting you, Boromir has thought your people belonged to the realm of legends and children’s stories. Imagine his surprise when his rescue from the Orc attack came in the form of such a legendary warrior, dashing, loud and proud! To top it all off, you do not see the big deal of the affair and act very casual around the starstruck soldier. One smile is enough to make Boromir realise he has fallen for what he would’ve deemed a fairytale just one day ago!

･ﾟ✧ Elrond.

Elrond deeply appreciates how dutiful and tidy you are. You two are much alike in that regard. The kind Elf values your time together. That is the reason he sometimes wishes you were his little secret – he is quite tired of the ‘scandal’ your presence in Rivendell is to some particularly insular individuals. Whenever someone would dare to even insinuate bigotry toward you, Elrond would be the first to defend you – rather ardently, too, having served in war himself: “Let us see how you speak of them after having your life saved in a bloody battle!”

･ﾟ✧ Éomer.

Éomer may always say that he admires a fellow warrior – but the truth is, he first needs to come to terms with the fact that you are much more skilled and experienced than him. That is difficult for him precisely because he could very well imagine you as his romantic partner, but he knows that a relationship with such envy would be hard. The solution to his distress is hand-to-hand combat, which you never particularly cared for since it is not regarded as important in your culture. But dear Éomer is more than eager to practice with you!

･ﾟ✧ Éowyn.

It is absolutely needless to say that Rohan’s Shieldmaiden would be head over heels for you – but anyway! Not only does Éowyn love how adamant and strong you are, she adores training and sparring together with you. Her enthusiasm for your warrior culture can be overwhelming at times. You sometimes need to remind her that you are more than that. For a change, Éowyn would then teach you the songs of Rohan or tries to cook with you!

･ﾟ✧ Faramir.

Faramir adores you a lot. He would offer to be your squire and tend to your weapons, your armour, as well as your wounds after a fight. He would always make sure you never lost that spark in your eyes – he loves it too much! And while he is a very skilled archer and captain himself, he would never miss an opportunity to announce you to his enemies or bullies. He would also defend you ardently against anyone who criticises your perceived ‘lack of culture’ and give them an entire lecture of your people’s history and customs.

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

Frodo would’ve never known you were real. He has read about your people in his books and even imagined himself as such a warrior when he was a child. To meet you in person delights him to no end – he has a bit of a celebrity crush on you! However, with his attention so sharp, Frodo wouldn’t fail to notice your distress in social interactions. But luckily, being both a gentleman and social butterfly, he can help you with that – maybe in turn for a show with your knives?

･ﾟ✧ Galadriel.

Galadriel has understood that you were the perfect bodyguard for her very early on. Other Elves may frown upon that – a warrior brute, without any regard for royal protocol or knowledge of Elven culture? So close to the Lady of Light, all day and night? But Galadriel doesn’t care a bit. She delights in the stories you tell her and even shows an interest in your swords, though a sorceress as powerful as her would never need one herself. She never treats you disrespectfully and values your opinion.

･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

Gandalf cares very little for your culture’s glorification of warfare and honour. He’s seen the negative fallout of such extremes and is thus wary around you at first. Once he understood that you had a sense of humour though, he’d tease you quietly or give a flippant comment about one of your culture’s idiosyncrasies. It’d all be in good faith – Gandalf knows of the importance of self-defense, for example. Still, he much prefers just drinking a cup of tea with you ♡

･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

You could bond almost instantly with Gimli. You two speak the same language. There is, of course, an element of rivalry – especially when it comes to axes. That said, Gimli would absolutely fall head over heels for you after seeing just how skillfully and lightly you could handle hatchets and axes alike. Maybe you’d even “show him how it’s done” and then nonchalantly lean against the weapon, giving him a smirk – he’d melt on the spot!

･ﾟ✧ Haldir.

Haldir would, as always, pretend very hard that he doesn’t care at all for your weapon skills, stealth and sense of duty, and instead even show great disgust for your perceived lack of etiquette and politeness. But the truth is that you are the most intriguing and alluring creature he has ever met! He has always aspired to your level of conscientiousness and combat skills. He’d never say that, of course… but he might just challenge you to a duel and see how it goes – fully aware he would never stand a chance against you!

･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

Legolas definitely has a thing for warrior types like you. He delights in your strength, skills and sense of duty. After all, he himself is an enthusiastic archer and wants to learn as much as he can from you. That said, he also teaches you some much needed levity – not every social interaction is a battle! Observing you amuses him a whole lot, but his smirk is never cruel. He is also the perfect partner to help you unwind after a stressful day of etiquette and polite smiles – he just gets you!

･ﾟ✧ Merry.

Merry is a big fan of warriors. He yearns for your respect and affection – so much so that he’d greatly exaggerate his own combat skills to you, thinking he’d need to be just as martial as you to deserve your love. That is of course not the case, though you appreciate the effort he goes through. You would bond over combat training and philosophy alike. Merry is quick and eager to learn as much about your culture as possible.

･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

Pippin doesn’t know about the prejudice the old Hobbits have towards your people and thus treats you very differently than the others. He’d ask questions about war and honour that many would deem inappropriate. Even you yourself have to admit he is sometimes a bit overly eager. That said, Pippin would just as merrily introduce you to Hobbit customs, food and history. He’d also make a big point of the Tooks being “perhaps the most warrior-like Hobbits there ever were, honestly”, with an important look on his face, before breaking into laughter upon seeing you smile.

･ﾟ✧ Sam.

Sam leaves all the fighting stuff to you. He may dutifully separate the warrior and Hobbit cultures, but he really loves the dynamic you two share. He never shuts up about how proud your people must be of you, back home, seeing just how amazing of a fighter you are – sometimes that just means shooting an arrow to get a particularly red apple from a tree. To you, it’s a simple game, but Sam always kisses your cheek with great gratitude afterwards ♡

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Greetings 🤗 could I requested how the fellowship would realise their feelings for reader and how would their behaviour change towards them? Thank you! <3

The Fellowship and how they would realize their feelings

A/N: I am finally back!! I am so happy to be able to write again and I apologize that you had to wait so long for your request :( omg I never got like a headcanon (??) request and like I am so excited!! Especially cause it's kinda a big group and like I never wrote anything for the hobbits or like for Aragorn or Boromir hihi <33 (Tbh it was like so hard cause I really noticed I don't really know much about their characters or well I don't really know much about them?? idk idk... so some could be a little bit off so I apologize!!) But I still hope you like this!!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff (maybe some ooc behaviour) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.3k in total ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ

Aragorn:

I think he would notice his growing feelings for you rather quickly. He would probably notice this after watching you argue with passion about some kind of topic with another person. The way you stand behind your opinion and fight for the things you love and adore. The passion that lines every single word that passes your lips. The way your eyebrow raises at your opponent and their silly sentences, that absolutely make no sense to you. Honestly, I doubt that much changes from his behaviour because he already is a caring person. Maybe his hand would sometimes hold onto your hand to make sure you know that he stands behind you and your decisions. Maybe he also tends to polish your weapons for you and maybe he also prepares a few arrows for you if you decide to use a bow. And maybe, just maybe he shows you a few tips and tricks with the sword in order to make sure that nothing could harm you. Because he knows, that you can handle yourself in any kind of fight. But practice still helps to ensure your safety, especially in the case that the both of you get separated.

Legolas:

Like Aragorn, he would catch onto his growing fondness for you rather quickly. He probably would notice his feelings after catching you being so incredibly sweet and kind towards one of the hobbits. The way you immediately tried to help Frodo through his doubts. How you tried to cheer him up by telling him that he will make it. That all of you will make it and finish the quest at hand. You always try your hardest to brighten everyone’s day with your positivity and your cheerfulness. Legolas couldn’t do anything else than fall for you head over heels. The warmth that you always spread around captured him and his heart. He would probably (definitely) ask to braid your hair (in case you are totally unaware of the custom behind it). But he would probably also try being constantly close to you. Not in a clingy way. Well, more like a moth that was drawn to a flame. (Maybe a tiny bit in a clingy way). And oh as soon as the quest is over he will try to find any kind of artistic measure to capture your heart with.

Gimli:

Listen, he definitely takes a while to realize his feelings. But he would totally notice some kind of admiration after you beat him in battle. The way you just jump from one enemy to another and rip them apart. Your strength and the way you just push through them with ease. (He still will huff after you declare that you definitely killed more enemies than he did). He would also try his best to deny his feelings and try to act indifferently or like ‘he doesn’t care’ (Even though he definitely cares). He would definitely clean your weapons and sharpen them for you. After returning home he will forge an axe or sword for you. Maybe even a courting bead if the time has come for him to stop battling his feelings and just face them.

Boromir:

I think he would take a little while to notice his feelings towards you. Probably due to the fact that he mostly is being occupied by the power of the ring or maybe due to the pressure of the quest that lays heavily on his shoulder. He knows it is an important journey. So his heart did stutter after you reassured him with your kind words. The way you spoke with him and the way you just would listen to his worries. It felt like you really cared for him and his wellbeing and he really just needed someone to talk to. Someone who was willing to listen to him (especially because I feel that some people tend to misunderstand him). And you just happen to really want to listen to his worries and try to push him through it. Try to show him that you would be by his side while he follows the path of the journey. After he realized his feelings for you he would definitely try his best to take care of you the way you did for him. He would support your decisions and if you happen to have a bad day he would stand by your side and listen to your worries and just do the same things you did for him. Care for you and give you the support you need.

Sam:

Oh he would totally catch onto his feelings quickly. Probably after receiving your praise for how well he had prepared dinner that night. The way your eyes lit up at the first taste of the soup and how you hummed in approval at the flavour. He definitely would blush and smile dumbly while stirring the pot (definitely lost in the thought of your beautiful smile). He definitely would be more fidgety and bashful around you. He would probably also share some of his portions of food with you (In case you are hungry or you already finished your food for the trip). And maybe he would give you just a little bit more food if he was the one preparing the food (either for breakfast or dinner or the portions for travelling idk idk). (And maybe just maybe he would carefully prepare like a cute flower crown or smth for you.)

Frodo:

His feelings for you were definitely the last thing on his mind. He would definitely notice them however, after you carefully hold him close to you after another one of his nightmares he had. Gently stroking his hair while holding him towards your chest, mumbling to him that everything will be alright. He didn’t even notice the way he had clung onto you. But you didn’t mind that. All that you wanted to do was reassure him and try to give him the strength he needs to push through this. His heart filled with warmth at your kindness and at the support you lend him. Every time when he struggles, he just looks at you and he immediately feels better. He will definitely try to reassure your worries and try to be there for you the way you always seem to be there for him.

Merry:

I think he would be a little like Pippin when it comes to the realization of his feelings. Like, he would definitely not notice his feelings at first, but after you did protect him from a few Orcs, he couldn’t help but admire you. He wanted to get stronger (and maybe protect you too yk?) So he will definitely learn a few sword fighting skills from Boromir and Aragorn, but he will mostly try to practice with you. To understand the way you swing your sword and to understand the fighting tactics you use. (He also just wanted to spend more time with you) And maybe just maybe when the time has come, he will raise his sword against an Orc and protect you.

Pippin:

Oh he would definitely take his time realizing his feelings. But he does realize them, after he notices that you seem to be one of the only people who was not completely mad at him for his constant clumsiness. Yes, he made mistakes. But that is normal, isn’t it? Everyone makes mistakes and you try to explain that to him. The way you try to make him understand that even Gandalf or Aragorn took wrong turns in their lives made him feel a little bit better. You would explain to him that mistakes need to happen in order for him to grow as a person. Nobody is perfect, is what you told him with a beaming smile. But he couldn’t believe your words if you sat in front of him and just existed. He would definitely try and make you laugh as much as possible. Especially if the days or nights are rough and maybe everything is grey, he definitely still will try to brighten your day with either very silly harmless jokes or pranks.

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☀️ + tolkien + only one bed <3

Omg yessss 😊

Aragorn

At first he would be frustrated because how tired he was

He would think for a while about what to do finally deciding for you to take the bed and him to have the couch or floor if there wasn't any other spot to sleep

After awhile he would wake up to see you waiting for sighing and getting beside you making sure to have just enough space to respect your boundaries but also where he had enough room to sleep and not fall off the edge of the bed

After awhile though you both slowly moved closer and closer whether it was because of the tension or because the two of you didn't feel as much awkwardness neither of you didn't know

You felt what you thought was the blanket being fixed but was actually him wrapping his arms around you

You wake up with your head on his chest not knowing what to do so you stay there and fall back asleep later waking up with him across the room looking out the window

You sit across from him talking and smiling when you look to see that he had wrapped his cape around you while you were asleep

Soon the two of you were in each other's embrace sharing a loving kiss going and eating breakfast

Boromir

He never really shared a bed with anyone so he didn't know what to think or how to act about it even when he saw your eyes get big and your face turn a rosy pink

He offers you the bigger or more comfortable side of the bed or the whole bed but you stop him telling him you both need rest and you'd just share the bed for the night

After falling asleep he felt something warm touch his spine looking behind him to see your arms wrapped around his torso and your head against his spine quietly sleeping making him confused but then smile going back to sleep holding your hand

You wake up the next morning to see boromir sitting next to you smiling looking down at you which made you turn a bright pink trying to hide your face but he gently grabbed it kissing your cheek

Gently he pulls you into his lap making you laugh and then smile laying your head on his shoulder while he just holds you "I love you my dear"

Frodo

He would be very nervous offering you the bed going to sleep in front of the fire but you immediately grab and gently sit him on the bed laying down

After a while of small talk and getting under the covers you both slowly fall asleep to the small cracks of the fire across the room

You were almost asleep when you felt a gentle but soft warm touch against your face peeking your eye open just enough where you'd still look asleep seeing him caress your face while he watches the fire

Soon you fell back asleep as he looks at you smiling before slowly and hesitantly leaning towards you kissing your cheek laying down and going to sleep

You woke up seeing frodo come in with first breakfast smiling as you locked eyes after leaning up as he put the tray in your lap sitting down beside you with a cup of tea in his hands

After finishing breakfast the two of you just talk while sitting up in bed laughing and smiling at the chaos of Merry and Pippin down the hall from the two of you

Soon you both get ready meeting the rest of the fellowship downstairs and continuing on your journey to Mordor

Sam

He would be very quiet and embarrassed not knowing what to do before turning around to bunk with frodo if the two of you couldn't get a different room with two beds

After finding out that it was the only room you could have he reluctantly agreed to share the bed making sure not to crowd you or overtake the whole bed

Soon he woke up feeling a bit warmer looking to see you asleep on him with your legs tangled with his and your head on his lower chest first a bit startled but after looking at you he smiles wrapping his arms around you going back to sleep

You both wake up wrapped and molded together making both of you turn bright red jumping away until you both laugh and sit back by each other

You place a kiss on his cheek making him frozen solid until he finally comes back to reality as you smile at him

The two of you share first breakfast getting ready going outside meeting everyone else who were waiting to leave and continue the journey to Mordor to destroy the ring

Legolas

He would definitely offer you the room and get another one for him but before he could walk out you wouldn't mind sharing the bed

You make sure that you don't touch each other and soon you're both asleep until he wakes up seeing you at the end of the bed staring at the fireplace

You turned being brought into a hug by him staying like that for an hour until you looked at each other soon in a gentle and slow kiss holding each other until you laid back down with your arms around each other,legs entangled,and head on his chest listening to his heartbeat falling asleep not much long after

You both wake up showering together telling how much you felt for each other sharing kisses on your bodies then finishing getting ready and going down eating lembas bread waiting for everyone holding hands smiling

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Congrats on 100 followers!!

What are some of your lotr headcanons?

Thank you so much 🥳 Ooooooh good question 👀 lessee *cracks knuckles* I’m going to do some regular one & some romantic ones, enjoy 😘

Some of my LoTR Headcanons!

*General*

✧ Aragorn may have worn Boromir’s bracers, but he also kept a drawing he found in his pocket. Turns out Faramir had drawn it one day when they were boys and his older brother held onto it until the end of his days.

✧ Legolas is so soft around little ones. He tries to act all like a wise guide but devolves into letting them climb him and carrying them up to rooftops for starlight stories. Doesn’t even care if they grab his hair or his ears, he’s still smiling so gently at them.

✧ Pippin is what would be called in modern days neurodivergent, more specifically with autism and ADHD. His parents and Merry were the most understanding ones, the ones who knew what he needed to hear and how he would process it best when others didn’t always understand.

✧ Legolas and Aragorn had the habit of singing together at fireside, quiet elvish songs, until one evening Gimli decided to put a stop to it with a dwarvish drinking song. In the end, the others find it so funny they learn it and join in, all three of them leaving their troubles for one night of song.

✧ Lord Elrond? Elrond of Rivendell??? Makes the best cup of tea in Middle Earth, fight me.

✧ Faramir teaches Pippin his favorite childhood game, probably something akin to chess, not really expecting the hobbit to enjoy it but Pippin ends up beating him out of sheer luck

✧ Frodo, Aragorn, and Legolas could have totally talked some shit in Elvish to each other and I firmly believe they did

✧ Arwen thinks of Lindir as a friend, but he’s so formal that in his mind such a lady could never see him so casually, leading to comical differences in the way they address each other

✧ Pippin wants a shit ton of kids some day. Sam is happy with around three, Merry wants a boy and a girl, Frodo isn’t sure he even wants children at all, but Pippin? He’s down for five to ten no problem, and he will be best friends with every single one.

✧ Eowyn teaches Faramir a bunch of horse riding tricks and he falls in love with riding as a sport, smiling as he takes in an act he only performed in war during a moment of pure joy and prosperity.

*Romance*

✧ Merry and Pippin are both such passionate kissers. OMG you will be breathless

✧ Elrond is the gentlest lover, handling his partner so carefully as if they were like gorgeous blown-glass in his hands and could break.

✧ Boromir is the type to grab his partner’s booty when they’re kissing in private

✧ Frodo’s ideal partner is not the smartest person or the most well-read, but someone with lighter spirits than his, someone who can never fail to bring a smile to his face and a laugh out of him.

✧ Faramir absolutely adores surprising you with flowers, so get ready to find them everywhere.

✧ Legolas is incredibly shy, inexperienced, and unsure with romance, so he prefers you to lead so that he can respond in kind, learning and studying with each touch, each act. He discovers his favorite thing is tracing a hand up and down your spine as you embrace.

✧ Gimli likes to act so rough and tough for someone who, in modern terms, would be called a massive simp, practically rolling out a red carpet for his partner and worshipping the ground they walk on, kissing them almost reverently unless the mood shifted deeper.

✧ Eomer is so good at giving massages, his partner will feel like royalty whenever he helps them relax

✧ He doesn’t look it, but Sam 100% would be the type to hold you up against a wall as he kisses you

✧ Aragorn enjoys being little spoon quite frequently. Fight me.

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Omg congrats on 50+ followers!! 🎉 Could I request "what do you have behind your back" with #4 play wrestling from the prompt list? With Aragorn/fem reader? Potentially fluff at the end? Thank you!! ❤️

4. Play wrestling

21. "What do you have behind your back?"

I knew I was going to have trouble with the play wrestling prompt as soon as I put it out there 😅 Hopefully this meets your fluff requirements!

Word Count: 0.6k

Warnings: just cute, maybe a very teensy weensy bit suggestive but it's barely there I promise

Take a Break - Aragorn x Reader

You almost regretted leaving the bathwater before it had gone cold, but there was no time. You had said as much to the king last night. There was no time to take a day off and stay in the bath, or in bed. There was too much to do, especially with the approach of his silver jubilee and the ball and the kingdom-wide, week-long festivities...

Yes, much too much to attend to. There was no time to indulge your tired, sore muscles or aching eyes.

You emerged from the bathing chamber in your lace shift, briefly finishing the braid of your still-damp hair. 

You would wear something simple today, so it wouldn't require any help to put on, and leave your hair as it was. The satin slippers would do today, since you weren't going outside. All that was left was—

"Where's my crown?" You ask, your heart involuntarily jumping. It was always on your dressing table. Or your head, obviously.

Your husband stood leaning against the opposite wall, one hand behind his back. "Hm, that's strange, I have no idea," he pondered, looking for all the world like the cat that definitely got the canary.

"Darling, what do you have behind your back?" You asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Nothing," he widened his eyes innocently. "What are you talking about?"

"Aragorn, I need my crown," you said seriously. "I have a meeting with the incendiary specialists in an hour, and you know firework makers, they're remarkably punctual."

"Not the one I know," he argued, and you sighed. 

"Hand it over," you held your hand out. 

He straightened to his full height, holding your gold band over his head. "Or what?"

You ground your heels into the floor, knowing what you had to do. The two of you had played this game before, though it had been about ten years since the last time. You leapt in vain in the hopes of snatching the crown from his hand, but you knew he was too tall for it to make a difference. He caught you by your waist, spinning you to the center of the room. 

"Aragorn!" You squealed. 

"Yes, my lady?" He smirked.

You waited until he set you back down to strike, bolting for his middle. He gasped in defeat, tumbling onto the bed and caught rather like a beetle on the plush blankets. "Brought low by amateur wrestling tactics!" He cried.

"You will surrender and hand over my crown at once, sir!" you said, clambering over him and toward his still outstretched arm.

"Never!"

A quiet knock suddenly sounded at the door, followed by a click of the latch. "Your majesty, will you be requiring any assistance this morning? You're usually in the dressing room—oh! Excuse me," the maid's voice suddenly raised an octave.

The deep rumble of Aragorn's laugh beat against your chest as you froze in mortification. You groaned and dropped your forehead to his shoulder, cheeks burning in embarrassment. 

"I have a feeling no one will be bothering us for a while now," he said triumphantly. 

You thought about that for a while, and finally started laughing a bit as well. "I feel bad, I'm pretty sure I gave Lisbet an eyeful."

"Aw, and what about me?"

You sat up a bit more to look him in the eye, brushing a lock of greying hair out of his eyes. "You always get just what you want, don't you?"

"Well, what's the point of being king otherwise?"

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The Fellowship and their favorite Classic Frat Party Bangers™️

Frodo

No Hands by Waka Flocka Flame

This is pre-Ring Frodo, ofc

Y’all remember how he was dancing at Bilbo’s birthday? Yeah dude def likes to get down

I just feel like after he’s had a few drinks in him and this song comes on, he grabs Sam and loudly says “OMG ITS MY SOONNGGGG!”

Can sing the whole song with no breaks (just like me fr)

Sam

Everything by Pitbull

Sam actually doesn’t really like the music they play at parties. He thinks some of the lyrics are crass

HOWEVER

One time this song came on at a party that Rosie was at and she danced with him the entire song. He has not stopped thinking about it since

The next day he went straight to Merry (the Pitbull expert) and asked him what the song was called and then he immediately went and bought the song and listened to it everyday for the next two weeks

Now he requests it every time him and Frodo go out just in case Rosie is there

Pippin

Shots by Lil Jon

He is the Snooki of the Shire let’s be real here

Loves lil Jon. Thinks he’s a lyrical genius

He’s always up on the damn tables and the bar

“IF YOU AINT GETTIN DRUNK GET THE FUCK OUT THE CLUB” and Pippin took that personally

Spills his drinks on everyone. Gets into a verbal altercation bc of said spillage. Merry comes in to back him up. Now Frodo and Sam have to break up a fight

Merry

Hotel Room Service by Pitbull

Pitbulls no. 1 fan

Right up there on the tables with Pippin

Gets sooo hype for “WE AT THE HOTEL MOTEL HOLIDAY INN!”

Also spills his drinks but not as much

Has in fact been decked in the face for asking a girl if he could take her back to the hotel room for some *service*

Aragorn

Pepas by Farruko

This man has never gone to a party of his own accord. He has only gone just to make sure that Merry and Pippin don’t die

BUT once he’s got a few drinks in his system and this song comes on, he’s ready to let lose

I feel like he would love the Spanish songs (he can speak fluently I just know it)

Does his own lil dancy dance while Merry and Pippin cheer him on

Legolas records it for when he’s sober and they can all laugh about it

Legolas

Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira OR Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado

Oh he defff likes the “girlier” songs

Once he has enough in his system to get that lil tingle in his hands, bro is right in the middle of whatever dance circle formed around him

That man LOVES to flip his hair all over the place like he’s really got his hands in his hair feeling the music and everything

Learned all this from his father I just know that Thranduil made sure his son was properly educated

Gimli gives him shit for the entire night

Gimli

Get Low by Lil Jon

Oh bro definitely likes to get low

His drunk self gets SO HYPE when this song comes on

Climbs right up on the table with Merry and Pippin (falls off soon after)

The rest of the fellowship watches in absolute terror as he tears up the dance floor

Gandalf

Danza Kuduro by Don Omar

Will he dance? Who knows

But one thing for certain is that his heart is filled with so much joy watching the Hobbits go absolutely crazy for this song

He thinks it’s so fun and endearing watching them dancing and enjoying the night

It’s one of those simple things that he loves so much. Watching a group of friends enjoying each others company and celebrating their friendship with music and dancing

You know what he WILL dance let him get in the middle of that silly little circle

Boromir

DJ Got Us Fallin In Love by Usher

He may be daddy’s favorite, but being daddy’s favorite is stressful

At the end of the week, he just wants to cut lose and get drunk

And drunk he gets

He just likes to feel the musiiicccc

Has never gone home alone LMAO

[luna-writes-stuff]

Day 14: Paper Rings, Aragorn

Song link

Fanfic, gn!reader

Fluff, slight hurt/comfort

Word count: 2790

Tw: Royal wedding traditions, self doubt (Aragorn), hurt/comfort. It’s so fluffy omg

Summary: The night before the wedding is meant to be spend apart from each other. But the rooms are cold alone, and you find yourself longing for Aragorn more. And when you do encounter him, you find he has insecurities of his own to deal with.

“The moon is high Like your friends were the night that we first met Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet. Now I've read all of the books beside your bed.”

Your anxiety was through the roof. This was your last night spent alone in your room. You were to wed Aragorn the next day, but it was expected for you to catch some sleep before the big event.

But tradition told that it was forbidden for the pair to see each other the night before the wedding. And you usually spend your nights with Aragorn. Leaving you alone in your room was the stupidest thing they could have done, for now you were not only anxious, but cold as well.

The maidens had stoked the fire for you, so though it should warm the room, the blankets felt colder than they ever had. Lone moonlight shone through the windows as leaves would occasionally tickle the glass. The sounds did nothing to soothe you.

And so, you did the one thing that made sense. You had to see him.

“The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe.”

Stalking through the halls, you made sure to keep your footsteps light. No one had to wake up because of you. If they caught you, they would send you back to your room anyway.

Where you had been cold earlier, you were now positively freezing. The halls were much colder than the rooms had been, the tiles and entirely different story altogether. But you were set on getting that extra piece of warmth tonight.

“Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life.”

Looking around the corner twice, you silently ran up to Aragorn’s door, your cloak trailing behind you. You found it surprising to not see any guards at his door. That, or you found them in the middle of their shift.

Rapping your knuckles around the door thrice, you heard a hum from the other side of the door, acknowledging your presence.

“Will you let me in before they see me?” You whispered against the wood, keeping your eyes fixed on the gigantic halls.

Shuffling was heard from within the room, before the door opened slowly, a loud creak bouncing off the stone walls. Hissing upon the sound, you pushed yourself in the space between the door and the doorstep, nudging the door slightly as you made your way in.

Aragorn couldn’t even comment on your presence yet; you were closing the door before he even dared to ask you why you were there.

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want.”

“Why are you stalking the halls this hour?” He wondered, turning you around by your shoulders so you were to face him.

You grinned sheepishly, forming your lips in a thin line.

“I was cold.”

“Cold?” He repeated, not sure whether he had heard you correctly or not.

“Yes. The bed is rather big when you’re used to someone snoring away beside you.” You answered, placing your cloak over one of the chairs in front of the vanity, before sitting down on the rug in front of the hearth.

“Did they not stoke for you?” Aragorn asked, walking up to his bed and grabbing a furred blanket.

“They did,” you hummed, warming your hands over the fire. “But I was still cold.”

“And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want.”

“I am sorry if I offended your tradition.” You apologised as he sat down next to you, placing the blanket over your shoulders. “I would not be here lest I really needed to.”

“I know,” he agreed, rubbing your arms a couple of times to keep you warm, that everlasting serene look on his face. “I was to leave it up to you regardless. Traditions form houses, but not all change is evil.”

You smiled at that, shaking your head in humour, relishing under his touch. “Poetic as ever, I hear.”

“In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want.”

The youthful glint in his eyes remained as he leaned in closer, placing a chaste kiss to the side of your head.

“There was a reason you chose to spend your life with me.”

“Well, you were a king.” You joked, earning a mocking glare from the Gondorian.

“Lost king,” he corrected. “And, thank you.”

“Be grateful for it, darling,” you commented, grabbing his arm with both your hands, leaning into it. “Now, you can never get rid of me.”

“In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool When you jumped in first, I went in too I'm with you even if it makes me blue.”

Aragorn hummed in content, seemingly lost in thought. You could not blame him. Moments like this offered you true peace; in front of the hearth with your beloved, a bright future ahead.

Unbeknownst to you, Aragorn was lost in those thoughts as well. But the less pleasant thoughts.

Gondor had been taken by his hand only months prior, and it had been an entire ordeal thus far. Halls were to be rebuild, homes needed renovation, and the loss of soldiers and citizens from the war was beyond count. Aragorn became king of a broken kingdom, with less citizens than it had ever held before. Even the amount of children roaming the streets had been depressing since Pelennor Fields.

“Which takes me back To the color that we painted your brother's wall Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so.”

“It seems absurd,” he voiced, drawing your attention. “We met as mere rangers, not even familiar with one’s names. And now, we are to be wed. Rulers of a kingdom.”

A slight rush of heat to your face caught you off-guard. Aragorn always made remarks like that without warning. They were kind, and endearing. But unexpected nonetheless.

“You seem to be doing a great job so far.” You praised, trying to shake off your blush. But instead of the usual appreciative response, your soon-to-be-husband now remained silent

And you knew him better than to shake it off as him not paying attention, or giving you a silent answer.

“Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause you waited your whole life.”

“Pleasant thoughts?” You tried, grabbing his hand and rubbing circles on the back of it, trying to soothe him.

“No,” he admitted, looking down at your hands. “Quite on the contrary.”

You let out a quiet ‘ah’ of understanding, nodding with your words. You wouldn’t vocally tell him to explain. He’d do it regardless of your actions or words.

“This kingdom hasn’t looked this damaged in years. We lost so many people in battle, it has become difficult to repair anything in the time I have been seated at this throne.”

“Heavy is the head on which rests the crown.” You mused in understanding. “But you must understand; you are not alone. Your people are behind you. You have got your friends, your wards. You have me.”

Now, he turned his head towards yours, his eyebrows furrowed together in silent desperation. He did that often.

It was a look you had grown to hate.

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want.”

“Kingdoms aren’t built in fortnights, months. Not even years. They aren’t something that is fixed with the clap of your hands; they have issues.” You went on, trying to offer reconciliation.

“But your people are happy with you. The streets and structures might not look it, but the people behind it have been at your full support since you helped vanquish the dark shadows of Mordor. They gave you not only their respect, but their patience. Is that not all that is needed?”

Then, finally, a tiny smile began to form on his face, those worried lines on his forehead slowly disappearing as his eyes set gentle again.

“And they should be glad to have you at their head as of tomorrow.” He praised. “With words and speeches like these, you will give them hope again.”

“And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want.”

Now it was your turn to smile, letting your head rest on Aragorn’s shoulder.

“I cannot give them what they already hold. I can only amplify that.”

“And don’t you ever stop doing it,” he encouraged, resting his head atop yours, wrapping one of his arms around your figure as he drew you closer.

The body proximity plus the blanket and the hearth was enough to let the warmth return to your body. Your feet had slowly stopped feeling as if they had frozen, and your teeth were no longer clashing together.

This was exactly what you had meant when you felt the need to visit Aragorn at this hour of night.

“In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want.”

After your conversation, a comfortable silence fell upon the two of you. Anxious thoughts about the wedding had left your mind; and Aragorn was no longer left wondering about his leadership. At least for the night.

Something like this was a thing that neither of you supposed you could ever hold. It was gentle and fragile, yet it has lasted this long, that you felt as if it could face the world all over again.

The quest to Mordor had been difficult on both of you, but you refused to leave either’s side, even before the Battle of Helm’s Deep. Your loyalty and trust towards one another had grown tremendously in that amount of time. As soon as Aragorn had announced the ending of Sauron to the people of Gondor, he had asked for your hand. Not even a night nor an entire day after that. Immediately. For him, there was no doubt.

“I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy.”

“Is it wrong of me to say I wish to stay here tonight?” You mumbled, almost scared to break the silence. It had been so peaceful.

“No,” came his answer. “I am glad you want to.”

A light chuckle came from you as you raised your head, gazing into his eyes.

“What will the staff say when they find us in the same room tomorrow?”

A grin now formed on Aragorn’s face, his shoulders raising briefly, already imagining the looks on the faces of the guards and maidens.

“They’d be petrified.”

“Good impression for a king,” you winked, standing up from your seat on the floor, using Aragorn’s shoulders to help you get up.

“Need I remind you of your simultaneous coronation tomorrow afternoon?” He joked in a humoured tone.

“I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy.”

Scoffing at the words, you walked up to the bed, flinging yourself onto the pile of blankets.

“I can do this,” you whispered to yourself, suddenly realising all change for you tomorrow morning. How did they even expect you to get through this night alone?

The mattress dipped beside you, and you knew Aragorn had followed your short walk. A gentle hand was placed on your back, drawing patterns on it with a soothing gesture.

“Can we not stay in this bed tomorrow as well?” You muttered, raising your head from the blankets so Aragorn would hear you as well.

“I do not think our subjects would be pleased with that. They are expecting a royal wedding tomorrow. Parties have already been announced through the entirety of Minas Tirith.”

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right You're the one I want.”

Turning on your back, you looked up at him, placing your hands underneath your head.

“I will be ruling a kingdom tomorrow.” You realised aloud. “That is insane.”

“You will do great.” Aragorn reassured, resting against the headboard as he grabbed your head lightly, placing it on his lap.

His hands found their way into your hair, toying with the loose ends and braids, the metal clashing against his rings as it filled the quiet night air.

Shivers ran down your spine as you closed your eyes in contentment. Much was to change for you, if course, but you were glad to do it with him. How different your life would have been if you had decided to stay in another inn all those years ago. The mere thought of it made you realise how lucky you had been.

“I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh Darling, you're the one I want.”

Before you even knew it, you had drifted off into your dreams. Aragorn noticed the second your breathing evened out.

He knew you’d be anxious this night, yet, instead of voicing your worries to him, you helped him with his own insecurities. Though he grew to adore those notions, he wished you would talk to him about them. To voice your own worries so he could offer you the same comfort you had offered him.

But he was still glad to have you there. If things took turns for the worst, he knew you’d come to talk to him. For now, he was simply half you found your peace and resilience and managed to finally fall asleep.

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want.”

Gently, he had picked up your figure. Or, as best as he could from his seat. Placing you on your back, he let your head fall against a pillow, covering your body with three warm blankets. The furred rug that had been on the bed earlier, had now been abandoned in front of the hearth.

He left it there. He was not to get up now. He had grown quite tired himself, and he did not want to risk waking you up by moving around again.

And so, he laid down beside you, pushing your figure closer to his as he got comfortable. When he was sure he wouldn’t move again, he grabbed both your shoulders softly, and laid them closer to his chest, until your head fell in the crook of his neck.

You always laid like this while out in the forests with him. He figured it was his safest bet at the moment.

“And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want.”

It did not take long for sleep to claim him as well after that. Your soft snores and the calm ambiance of the hearth in the room, lured him into his dreams swiftly.

His arms had stayed wrapped around you throughout the entire night. His head placed atop yours again, his breath brushing your hair every so often. The sound of his heartbeat subconsciously drifting you even further into your own nirvana.

It was your peace that brought him his.

“In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams You're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams Oh, you're the one I want.”

The day of tomorrow would not be any of your worries for that night. Those were worries for the next morning. The reactions of the maids were not important, nor would the talks throughout town be.

All Aragorn could think about was to have you on his side after that night. To hold your hand in front of everyone, to place that gorgeous crown on your head, and to dress you in the most lavish dresses his kingdom had to offer.

Tonight was pure peace and serenity. There was no more place for anxiety nor turmoil. Worries would have to wait for another few hours. Sometimes people can take away those negative things with the mere clap of their hands.

“You're the one I want, one I want You're the one I want, one I want.”

[angelabowermicelli]

okay I know it’s been ages but I’m back reading the Two Towers so here are some thoughts :)

Okay so Gandalf is with the squad going to the king of the mark? Riders of Rohan? Theodin?? Bro idk. U know the guy.

Can’t believeeee he let Wormtongue deceive him 4 so long tho

Okay so then Eomar and Gimli have this convo:

E: let’s be homies & put aside our differences

G: okay but if u ever see Galadriel u have to say she’s the prettiest girl in the whole world or else I won’t be your friend anymore

E: okay. Do u wanna ride with me?

G: sure but only if my BFF Legolas can ride next to us.

E: okay you guys one one side and aragorn on the other!

Someone has GOT to tell me what sister-son means??

Omg Legolas & Gimli road trippppp!!!

Um so are we just leaving merry and pippin after searching for them all this time??

Oh okay follow up- no Gandalf just had to go talk to treebeard Everone is all good.

Ent kingdom ent kingdom ent kingdom

Gollum attack!!!!!!! Lolllll okay so I’m not caught up. Clearly. So I’m reading this in book order and I’m just getting to the point where we start to hear about what Sam & Frodo have been up to and gosh dang it’s been so long I’m so glad they’re okay!

Okay so we’re friends with gollum now???

Death marshes ☠️☠️☠️

Omg gollum x Sméagol convo

Okay so we’re to Mordor and there’s still one and a half books left???

[skyeet-the-writer]

Lady of Enmond

Chapter Two: Fire and Blood

omg not me writing two chapters in one day bc i have nothing better to do??? that's crazy

legolas greenleaf x female!reader

summary: with the ringwraiths on their tails, strider, y/n, and the hobbits trek through the wild, slowly making their way to rivendell with little trouble. but one should never leave hobbits unsupervised with food and firewood

word count: ~4.1k

warnings: violence, hunting, mentions of death, mentions of blood

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You can't even have a good sleep, because what feels like minutes later, you're startled awake, nearly falling out of your chair. Screams are coming from across the road, screams that are very akin to a pig squealing before a slaughter. Somehow, though, this one is different. It sends a chill down your spine and makes your hair stand up on end.

They're here.

Aragorn is sitting beside the window, staring outside. The Hobbits are awake as you stand and walk beside him, peering out the fogged-up window.

"What are they?" Frodo asks in a hushed voice as if they could hear him.

The Ringwraiths continue to scream in anger. You did trick them, after all.

"They were once Men," Aragorn answers. "Great kings of Men. But then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, falling into darkness. Now, they are slaves to his will."

Looking out the window, you see them. Great tall beings, wrapped in black cloaks, mounting their horses, dark as night, with red eyes that pierce through the darkness. Just looking at them terrifies you.

Aragorn turns back to the Hobbits. "They are the Nazgul. Ringwraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times, they feel the presence of the Ring, drawn to the power of the One. They will never stop hunting you."

At this, Aragorn says that you all must leave by morning. The Ringwraiths have left Bree, likely to go scout more.

"Rest up," he says to the Hobbits. "We leave in the morning."

As the Hobbits settle back down, you look at Aragorn. "I'll take this watch. You need sleep."

Aragorn sits back in his chair. "I do not."

You roll your eyes and take off your bow from around your torso. "Yes, you do. You haven't slept since last night. The sun rises in a few hours, you need to get it while you can."

Finally, your friend nods reluctantly. "Fine. I can't argue with you." He gives you a sly smile as he takes his scabbard off of his belt.

With a smirk, you sit back down in your own chair. "I am a Lady, after all. My father taught me to negotiate the second I could speak."

~*~

The sun rises much quicker than you would have thought. You had been drawing in your journal and writing a letter to your father, explaining your journeys, leaving out the part about how Sauron might have risen again. You just tell him how you and Aragorn met Hobbits in a bar. He doesn't need to know everything.

Your company is set out soon, hustling out of Bree and in the direction of Rivendell. The walk is long and by your calculations, it would take just over four days, possibly five. You know that you and Aragorn can walk for days, but you're not quite so sure of the Hobbits.

As the sun rises higher in the air and late morning approaches, you finally approach the woods. You've been pulling along a pony, Bill, what one Hobbit told you. The Hobbits seem kind enough, of course, weary of you and your friend. You don't blame them. The horse seems to like you, though.

"Where are you taking us?" Frodo finally asks after jogging for a few hours.

You sniffle, your nose slightly runny. Curse this cold morning air. "Into the wild."

When you enter the woods, you hand off the pony to a Hobbit in the back. This one is slightly bigger with blond hair. Sam? Is that his name?

With all the rain last night, the ground is still wet and slightly muddy. This is the kind of weather you like, especially in the forest. It's where you were raised, after all. The smell of fresh air and pines always brings you home. You know the forest like the back of your hand, knowing which trees are which, the names of all the animals. Though you're less familiar with these woods, they're still just as comforting.

You walk alongside Aragorn as the Hobbits begin to mumble to themselves. You catch a snippet of their conversation.

"...servant of the enemy would look fairer, and feel fouler."

"They're both foul enough."

With your mouth slightly open in faux shock, you whisper to Aragorn, "Are they calling us ugly?"

There's a ghost of a smile on his face and you swear he chuckles under his breath, pushing you forward.

"But where is he leading us?"

"To Rivendell, Master Gamgee," Aragorn answers loud enough for them to hear. "To the house of Elrond."

The Hobbits gasp and murmur. "Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're going to see the elves."

As you keep walking, the air gets colder as you climb the hills. You break through the forest and walk through clearings. Patches of snow litter the ground. You scoop a bit up into your hand, form it into a ball, and throw it at a tree, watching it smash with a small smile.

After a while, you begin to hear the Hobbits mumbling among themselves. You turn to see what the matter is and pause. They're unloading and sitting on the ground. You poke Aragorn's arm to get his attention.

"Gentlemen," you tell them politely. "We don't stop until nightfall. We need to keep moving.

"What about breakfast?" asks one of the Hobbits, Pippin, you recall, his accent thick.

You tilt your head, a hand resting on your knife casually. "We've already had it."

"We've had one, yes," he admits. "But what about second breakfast?""

With a roll of his eyes, Aragorn turns and keeps walking. Second breakfast? What even is that? Slowly, you turn away and continue walking.

"Don't think they know about second breakfast, Pip," says another Hobbit, Merry, slinging his bag over his shoulder to follow.

Pippin follows him, asking, "What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? They know about them, don't they?"

"I wouldn't count on it," answers Merry.

With a small smile, you pull out an apple and toss it to Merry above the bushes. He catches it and hands it to Pippin, patting him on the shoulder. You toss another one and it hits Pippin in the face. With a gasp, you cover your mouth. "Sorry!"

As you continue to walk through the bushlands, the snow begins to melt more and the sky gets cloudier. You don't think it will rain again, but you can never be sure. Eventually, you end up in marshlands, with wet, murky water up to your knees in spots and flying bugs and mosquitos.

You're soaked to the bone and your legs are cold, but you keep going. You've always loved adventure, no matter how gross to messy. Your cloak protects you from the biting bugs, but you shoo them away from your face.

The Hobbits aren't having any more luck. Sam is slowly encouraging the horse to follow along and the other three are slipping and sliding. Probably because they don't have shoes, but then you suppose none could ever fit their feet.

Loudly, you hear one complain, "What do they eat when they can't get Hobbit?"

You persevere through the marshlands until nightfall. The lands are a bit less mucky through here, and Aragorn finds a spot to camp for the night. You're all hungry, only having had breakfast this morning.

"Shall I go hunt?" you ask, already taking your bow from your torso.

Aragorn nods. "If you would. You've always been better at it."

"Yeah, I have." And then you head into the woods. It's almost a full moon, so light should not be a problem.

Another good thing about living in the forest for your entire life is how quickly you learned to hunt as a girl. Your father took you when you were old enough and you immediately found your flow. It was one of your favorite things to do, even if it was a bit boring.

You trudge through the forest quietly, minding the branches and sticks on the ground. You're looking for a deer, only something that big will feed the six of you. A doe will work, but you wouldn't pass up a buck.

When you're looking for a deer, almost everything else seems to pop out. Squirrels run across your path carelessly and birds sing above, getting ready to rest for the night. Finally, you approach a small creek and decide to wait there for something. Even deer get thirsty.

You crouch down behind a bush but still with enough of a view. To be prepared, you draw an arrow and nock it so you're ready when anything pops out.

You wait for a while, longer than you would have thought. The woods are still and quiet down as the moon rises higher and your breath comes out in a fog. Your knees hurt and you shift.

A twig snaps from the other side of the creek and you perk up, peering through the woods. Slowly, a pretty doe approaches the creek and bends down to drink.

Slowly, you draw back your string and aim. You want to aim for the heart or lungs for an easy kill. You never want an animal to suffer.

So you wait until she's done drinking. You'll have a better shot and if you stay low, she won't hear you. So you wait. She takes a while, she must have been thirsty. But finally, she slowly stands extending her neck too look around.

Before she can leave, you release your arrow, and it thunks right into her heart. She falls and quickly stills.

Your feet splash in the creek as you make sure she's dead before hoisting her up over your shoulder to get back to the group. She's heavy and you grunt, but you can manage.

They are still right where you left them, as you expected.

You skin it as Aragorn gets it on the fire and roasts it in chunks. You cook all of it, wrapping up the leftovers for the rest of the journey.

The Hobbits fall back asleep soon and you lay on the ground, hands behind your head as Strider softly sings a tune in Elvish while smoking from his pipe. You're looking up at the stars, knowing they're the same ones as above your village. Maybe your sister is looking up at them right now?

"Who is she?" Frodo asks out of the blue and you nearly shit yourself, clutching a hand over your heart. You sit up and realize he's talking to Aragorn. "This woman you sing of."

Aragorn hesitates to answer, you knew he would. He's always hesitant to speak of her. "'Tis the lady of Luthien. The Elf-maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal." He sighs heavily and you feel bad for him.

"What happened to her?" Frodo asks quietly.

Aragorn sighs again and shakes his head. "She died," and he turns away.

You look at Frodo and say, "Get some sleep, Frodo. We still have a long way to go."

He nods and settles back down, pulling his blanket over himself. You look at Aragorn. He's still smoking and you lay back down, counting the constellations once more.

You're not sure when, but eventually, you fall asleep. And, like always, you dream. You always dream. Most of the time, you can't remember them. When you can, however, they're important. And this one seems like it is.

In your dream, you're standing in the dark, the grass wet beneath your feet. You're not wearing shoes because, for some reason, you never do in your dreams. To one side of you is a great black tower you know is the Orthanc, the great tower of Isengard. To your other side are trees, far and as wide as the eye can see. Tall trees, great and old ones.

For a moment, you wonder why you're here. You've never been to Isengard before, you've only heard stories. Suddenly, you hear a crack and a crash and look back toward the forest. A tree has fallen. And then another crack, a creak, and a crash. Another tree has fallen. No. Not fallen. It's been pulled down.

You're too far away to see clearly, and you can't move. You can never move in your dreams. But you swear you can see men beside the great trees, tying ropes around them and pulling them down. You can hear their grunts and shouts from here.

But something about them seems...different. Their voices sound different, not human.

Another tree falls to the ground and you wake up.

~*~

You keep walking all day. Through the marsh a bit more then through the woods again before finally breaking out into open land just to climb up some more hills. You've been through this land a few times, but it's still just as unfamiliar to you.

Part of you considers bringing up your dream to Aragorn. Oftentimes, your dreams have deeper meanings. Sometimes, even, what happens in your dream comes true in real life. One times, you dreamt your cursed mother burned your brother's arm with a hot ember. A few days later she did.

But another part of you decides to wait. Surly it can't be that important. And besides, you all still have much to worry about.

As you travel, you attempt to make conversation with the Hobbits. By now, you've learned their names. Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin. The pony's name is Bill, something you found amusing.

"What's so funny?" asks Sam, still hesitant to trust despite how many chunks of deer he had the night before.

You still your laughter and say, "Oh, nothing, nothing! I just think it's quite cute, Bill." You rub the horse's ear and he whinnies.

As evening approaches, your feet are killing you. Looking back, you should have gotten a new pair of boots before you left Bree. You knew it.

Aragorn slows and you nearly run into him, stopping just before you run into his back. "Hey."

He's looking at something and you follow your gaze, breath hitching in your throat. "Oh."

Before you is a great ruin on a hill. Nothing too fancy, but you know better. It's the ruins of a watched town, Amon-Sul.

"This was the great watchtower of Amon-Sul," Aragorn says, somewhat forlornly. He turns to the Hobbits and says, "We shall rest here tonight."

After trecking halfway to the top, Aragorn states that it's as good a spot as any. The Hobbits quickly take off their packs and sit down heavily, panting. You sot on the edge, swinging your feet. It's windy up here, and the clouds are moving fast.

Aragorn steps away from the edge and takes off something from his back. You turn to see what's going on to see him handing the Hobbits small swords, four of them. Though you'd call them more like daggers, they're the perfect size for them.

"These are for you," he says. "Keep them close. We're going to have a look around." He looks at you.

You turn your eyes away from the Hobbits googling at their new weapons to look at Aragorn with upturned brows. "Come on, Aragorn, can't I just sit?"

He holds out his hand.

Reluctantly, you take it and haul yourself up, feet immediately hurting again. With a sigh, you leave some of the deer meat with the Hobbits. Aragorn begins to make his way back down. "Stay here," you tell them. "And be quiet and careful." Then you turn to follow your friend back down.

~*~

"How are you doing, Y/N?" Aragorn asks as you both do a perimeter check around the fortress. He said it was to make sure there's nothing around, but part of you feels like he needed to get away from the Hobbits. As sweet as they are, they had never been on a journey like this before, even you knew that. It was hard. And they let you know every second.

You sigh, trudging along. Honestly, you've been better. You haven't bathed in several days, your hair is a mess, and your feet are killing you. So, you answer, "Pretty good, considering. You?"

He just sighs instead of answering. You laugh.

You both walk around in silence like you both normally do. You're both similar in that way. You sometimes prefer silence over the conversation.

In fact, your silence is quite nice until a faint scream ruins it.

It's that same scream you heard two nights before. Your nerves are set on fire again and you exchange an urgent look with Aragorn. They found them.

Quickly, quicker than your feet liked, you both raced back the way you came, dodging branches, and jumping over rocks. Aragorn's sword is drawn and your bow is loaded as you run back up the ruins of Amon-Sul. Above you, the sounds of struggle are steadily getting louder. Clanging of swords and grunts of Hobbits. You pass by the camp, where you note the embers of a fire still smoking. You shake your head and click your teeth. Hobbits.

Finally, you reach the top and you're not prepared for what you see.

Five of the Nazguls, tall and dressed in dark armor are standing, crowded around something. Three of the Hobbits are down, but look unharmed. Merry, Pippin, and Sam. Then where is Frodo?

A scream cuts through the air, this one mortal, nothing that the Wraiths could produce. Your blood runs cold and for a moment, you're frozen. Frodo.

But then Aragorn lets out a cry, he leaps and slices at the Nazguls, a torch in his hand. Where'd he get that from?

After that, your mind jumps into action mode and you let loose an arrow and it flies towards a Nazgul's empty face. Literally, empty, you can see nothing but pitch black beneath his hood. It screams and reaches towards you, but you've already knocked another arrow and it sinks into its face again.

You can't see Frodo still, but you know where he is. The air seems to ripple just a bit behind where you're now standing and part of you knows it's him. You've drawn another arrow while Aragorn waves the torch in front of you. The Ringwraiths don't seem to like that, as they cringe away from it. Is that their one weakness?

Firing another arrow that clangs off of one's armor, you don't let that deter you. You haven't been in too many battles, much less against these things, but your body knows what to do. Stay focused, keep moving, and be aware of everything at all times.

There's a scream of agony behind you and you risk a glance. Frodo has reappeared, but he's much paler now. He's shaking and shivering and his shoulder is bleeding as he cries out.

There's a clang of metal and you turn to let fly another arrow, deflecting against a sword.

Sam is up and rushes to his friend's side as you and Aragorn push them back. You shoot another and it sinks into a Nazgul's hood. They're all screaming so loud you feel like your ears will soon bleed.

Aragorn's torch makes contact with a Nazgul's rope and it lights on fire, the being itself screaming in pain. You laugh and shout, "Nice!"

The Ringwraith on fire now stumbles back into two of his friend, also setting them on fire. Aragorn pushes one back to the edge where it has no other choice but to fall. You, however, are out of arrows. You throw your bow to the side and duck the swing of a blade, stumbling backward. "Aragorn!" you cry, screaming and rolling out of the way as a blade clangs at the stone where you just were.

Something hurdles through the air and the torch lands smack in the center of the thing's face. It screams and falls over the edge. Your friend rushes over and hauls you up, touching your face gently. "Are you alright?"

You look up at him and nod. "Yeah," you say breathlessly.

Frodo cries out again and you both break apart to rush over to him. He's on the ground surrounded by his friends. He's just as pale and still writing in pain.

"Help him, Strider," says Sam, on the brink of tears.

Something glints beside Frodo and you pick it up. It's a dagger and you know what it is just off of stories. "He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade." The blade itself disintegrates into the air and you throw the hilt down angrily.

Frodo cries out again.

Hurridly, Aragorn picks him up again, despite Frodo's wails. "This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine."

Quickly, you pick up your arrows and bow and stow them back on your person, running to catch up with the others. Aragorn has made the Hobbits pick up camp and you assist them before running after Aragorn, who is already halfway down the hill by now.

You make your way into the forest, knowing that the wraiths are still very much out there, very much not dead, and very angry. You're kneeling beside Frodo, hushing him and pushing back his sweaty hair. Yet his skin is cold to the touch. His cries quickly get quieter as he tiers out. He's not bleeding, but with this, he wouldn't. No, he's been poisoned. There's still a shade of the blade inside him.

In the clearing, you're surrounded by stone trolls, but you barely notice. Poor Frodo, you bet he didn't ask to do any of this, he didn't want to get involved in this.

"Look, Frodo," Sam says, sitting beside you. "It's Mister Bilbo's trolls." He touches his friend's face and cries out, "He's going cold!"

"Is he going to die?" asks Pippin, also on the verge of tears. Your heart breaks.

Aragorn turns and says, "He's passing into the Shadow World. He'll soon become a Wraith, just like them."

Frodo gasps and you scowl. "Strider!"

A Ringwraith screeches in the distance and you look around. It's too close for comfort. For a moment, Frodo's gasps match thairs.

"They're close," you say.

"Sam." Aragorn walks towards the Hobbit and touches his arm. "Do you know the Athelas plant?"

Sam nods quickly. "Aye, Kingsfoil, that's a weed."

"It may help to slow the poision." He hands him his torch and says, "Quickly. Khaya, you watch them. Be on guard."

You nod and look back down at Frodo as the two of them run into the woods to look for that plant. "Hang on, Frodo, you'll be fine, I promise."

Frodo closes his eyes, his breathing becoming slower. He's tired, you know that, but he must stay awake.

Gently, you pat at his face. "Come on, Frodo, stay awake. There."

His eyes meet yours and for a moment, you see your brother in them. They were the same color.

The minutes seem to stretch longer. Merry and Pippin sit beside you, but none of you speak. You cradle Frodo's head in your lap, trying not to worry. You all were so close, just a few more days and you would have been at Rivendell.

"Will he be okay, Khaya?" asks Pippin.

For a second, you forget that that's the name Strider gave you to hide your identity. But you nod, hastily. "Yes, he will be. We just have to wait for Strider and Sam, they'll have some medicine. Then we'll get a horse and ride him off to Rivendell."

"What about the Ringwraiths?" asks Merry in a hushed voice as if they would hear him.

You huff and scowl at the ground. "I--I don't know, Master Merry, but Strider will. He always does."

Gently placing Frodo's head on the grass, you stand. You need to move, you need to stand, you need to walk. You wonder what's taking Aragorn and Sam so long as you wander towards a towering stone giant. What did Sam say? Mister Bilbo's trolls? What did that even mean? And what is taking Aragorn so long?

You hear a twin snap in the distance and the gallop of hooves. Your heart drops to your feet and you turn faster than you ever have before, your dagger drawn.

But it is no Ringwraith. No, this is the opposite. A fair lady with dark long hair rides atop a white horse, dressed in a green cloak. She's beautiful, the most beautiful woman you've seen. And you've seen a lot. Immediately, you know she's an Elf, not just from her grace from dismounting a horse or how she seems to float through the air, but by her pointy ears.

You don't even put your knife away, just watch with an open mouth as she kneels beside Frodo and speaks in Elvish, a language so beautiful you nearly cry on the spot. Her voice is light and airy, and you're sure, if it were possible, she'd be radiating white light.

"Who is she?" asks Merry, having come to stand beside you with Pippin.

Aragorn comes from the clearing with Kingsfoil in his hands. You know her name, only by the stories Aragorn had told you.

"Frodo," the Elf says in the common tongue. Aragorn chews up the Kingsfoil in his mouth and Sam appears beside you.

"She's an Elf," he says.

"She is Arwen," you whisper, finally sheathing your dagger. What good would it have been against a Nazgul anyway?

Aragorn lifts Frodo's shirt and places the paste on Frodo's wound. He gasps and his eyes widen.

"He's not going to last," Arwen says. "We must get him to my father."

Hastily, the two of them pick Frodo up and Aragorn carries him to Arwen's horse.

"I've been looking for you for two days," Arwen says.

Merry steps forward quickly. "Where are you taking him?"

"There are five Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know," she continues on.

Aragorn says something in Elvish, but Arwen counters back at him. They have a conversation while you and the Hobbits watch in curiosity.

"What are they saying?" Pippin asks.

You simply shrug. "I don't know."

Arwen says something that makes Aragon pause. Then, now back in the common tongue, she says, "I do not fear them."

Aragorn gently takes her hand. He says something in Elvish and she smiles before mounting her horse. Frodo moans. "Arwen. Ride hard. Don't look back."

Exchanging one last look, Arwen speaks to her horse in Elvish and they take off into the night.

Sam looks up angrily at Aragorn and shouts, "What are you doing? Those Wraiths are still out there!"

Aragorn hesitates, and for a moment, you see him regretting his choice. But you touch his arm and he looks at you.

"She'll be fine," you tell him and that seems to make him feel better.

He turns to the rest of the Hobbits and says, "Come, we must go. Rivendell is much further and we can waste no time."

[greypetrel]

Hello! 🌙✨ Chiedo anch'io un po' un mix: Eowyn e Cassandra 👀

OMG you asked the two crushes!

Thank you *evil laugh*

Eowyn:

First impression: I was blown out as a child. Beside the look and the sleeves... Oh my god I remember the day I saw her, I wanted to be her so bad and dress like her and the JOY when she and Faramir, the other besties kissed! They were my first OTP and I remember I was so happy and started drawing stuff.

Impression now: Freaking epic. I reconsidered a little her crush over Aragorn as No lady YOU'RE A BABY LEAVE THE DILF ALONE. Still, she's one of the characters I like the most ever and the one I'll slam upon everyone uncautious enough to tell me to my face that Tolkien didn't know how to write women or was a maschilist. He was a man of his time, sure. Maschilist? No I don't think so. She's a complex character struggling with her place in the world and in a world that tries to define her. She is good and honourable... But still will carve her path with her bare hands if she must. And she did, and in the end did a lot, she fought to find the place she wanted and it paid off. Had Tolkien really been a maschilist, she wouldn't have slain the Witch King. In the end she chooses to settle down, yes, but on her own terms. At least, I read it like this. It's not staying because she's a woman and that's her place, it's staying because she tasted heroism, she did her part, the war is over and it still wasn't enough. But maybe finding people that understand her and don't try to tie her up... Maybe that's enough. "Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose".

Favorite moment: "I am no man." Hands down the most epic moment in the saga can't beat that. Slay, girl.

Idea for a story: Seriously, ANYTHING with her. More of her relationship with Eomer and Theodred maybe? More Edoras pre-war and how Wormtongue crept his way in? I love Rohan as a concept so really anything with that I'll be down for.

Unpopular opinion: Is there an unpopular opinion of. I don't think there is, we're all Eowyn stans here are we. I'll maybe say that Eomer had an equal crush over Aragorn and BOTH of them were pining hard. ("Aragorn senpai look at me ridigin into battle! :D" cit. book!Eomer)(quoted as unpopular because I never saw it around that much)

Favorite relationship: *looks above* She and Faramir dealing with coping with failed expectations (their own or others') and finding softness together. Also every interactions she has with Theoden is gold, and her relationship with Merry is as well! Besties.

Favorite headcanon: This fic I read from @scyllas-revenge lives in my head rent free and it's just... The ultimate fluff.

Cassandra:

First impression: "Oh damn this dude got himself into serious troubles, I wouldn't go against that woman. Pretty tho.". I tried to romance her at first in Inquisition and was very sad when she turned Aisling down. (you can all mock her and her Templar kink, yes.)

Impression now: I love Cassandra and her flaws and contradictions. I love that she's basically made of granite, you won't move her with cannons... and yet, she's there, ready to think twice and change her mind accordingly. She's multi-faceted and honestly one of the funniest characters in Inquisition. I love strong women that have a soft side and she has definitely one.

Favorite moment: The cutscene in Trespasser. Years pass and yet she'll still be gullible to a good romance story told by her very favourite author.

Idea for a story: A modern AU where she is the one and only author writing in the Swords & Shields fandom. Varric reads every single one of her stories, at first it was to mock her and her inability to recognise a trash book, then he felt affectionate to this utter devotion. A Misery AU with her an Varric. (...thinking about it better, DA2 is really a Misery fantasy AU...) Beside that, something exploring the aftermath of her nasty comments over Elven religion if you bring her along in one specific mission. An elf inquisitor facing her on that and discussing it. I wrote part of this months ago oops.

Unpopular opinion: She'd make the worst Divine of the three and would suffer greatly in the role.

Favorite relationship: She and Varric. In any sauce and way and in tutti i luoghi e tutti i laghi.

Favorite headcanon: She's Varric and Hawke number 1 fangirl, she read the Tale of the Champion and begged to be sent to interrogate them. When she meets Hawke, she's internally screaming and won't wash the hand Hawke shook for the whole day.

[faeriichaii]

hiii. if it’s not a problem, could I request a Legolas x human reader where the reader catches the flu but Legolas thinks she is about to die or something like that because of how fragile human life is? everything very flufff 🙏 have a good dayy💗💗

Immunity ~ Legolas x fem!human!reader

A/N: Heyyy!! Of course it's no problem :) I love the plot I can picture it so well omg!! I hope you have a nice day as well and enjoy the story <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Fluff ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.1k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (Thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: Being sick is not fun, especially when you see Legolas' panicked gaze at your condition, which seems to get worse as the days pass by.

As you woke up on the cold hard floor in the morning, you could already tell that you were getting a little sick. The weather on your journey seemed to be not playing in your favour, cold wind was constantly blowing, which was sometimes accompanied by rain or snow. You knew it was bound to happen at some point. Letting out a little cough you wrap up your small sleeping bag, next to Legolas’ and get on your way with the rest of the company. Walking beside the elven prince, you gave him a soft smile. “Good morning Meleth Nin. Did you sleep well?” His hand grasped yours gently, as he looked down at you, reciprocating your smile with one of his own.

“Yeah, I did, it just was a bit cold during the night.” One of his eyebrows raised up as he listened to your slightly deeper voice. “Are you alright?” You just gave him a nod, squeezing his hand to reassure him. “I’m alright love, don’t worry your pretty little head.” A chuckle left his lips, as he leaned towards you and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. Giggling softly, you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Next time you are cold you can join me in my sleeping bag.” Legolas whispered sultry into your ear, while giving you a wink. A gasp escaped your lips, followed by a cough as you gently shoved him away by his shoulder.

He laughed at your reaction, throwing his arm around your waist to pull you closer once more. “I don’t know what you had in mind, but I just thought about a little bit of cuddling, that’s all.” Your eyes stared back into his. How can anybody look so breathtaking? He tried to lean in to give you a kiss on the lips and you really really wanted that as well, however knowing that you’re sick, you turned your face back to the path, resulting him giving you another peck on the cheek. Scrunching his eyebrows at you, the elven prince gave you a confused look, before you let out another cough.

“Meleth Nin, are you sure you are alright? Did I do something?” “No, of course not but I just remembered that Gimli gave us a stink eye yesterday. He wouldn’t even stop staring and at some point, started grumbling.” You partly lied, trying to hide the cough that was stuck in your throat. Gimli did in fact complain about your ‘constant smooching around’, however you knew that this wasn’t the real reason why you couldn’t kiss him. You just didn’t want him to catch a cold. A few coughs escaped your lips as you grabbed your water bottle to calm your aching throat down a bit. The cold liquid trickled down your throat, helping just a tiny bit. A hot beverage would definitely be the better choice, but that also calls for luxury that you currently can’t come by.

After the long walk of the day, you all set up camp. The fire was brightly lit, as you sat between Aragorn and Legolas. You held your half-eaten bread towards your lover. “Are you already full? You only ate half of the bread. You need to eat more.” You just smiled at him softly and brushed it off with a ‘Don’t worry, I ate a lot during the day.’, knowing you just can’t stomach more because of the flu that really started to catch up now. His gaze glimmered with worry. “Now if you will excuse me, I will go to bed early. I’m so tired because of the long walk today.” You gave Legolas a quick peck before you stood up from your place on the log and made yourself comfortable on your sleeping bag. The elven princes gaze never leaving your figure, even after you fell asleep.

“Aragorn, do you think (Y/N) is alright?” The man beside him turned his gaze from the fire towards your sleeping figure. “What do you mean? She seems normal to me.” Legolas’ gaze drops towards the fire. “Maybe you worry a little too much.” Aragorn says, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, before excusing himself to prepare his weapons for the upcoming day.

The next day you wake up you can already feel the goosebumps on your skin. You felt incredibly cold and hot at the same time. A groan left your lips as you tried to stand up. The world seemed to be spinning around itself as you fell back down with a huff. Legolas eyes widen as he stopped packing his things and approached your side quickly. Worry gleamed in his eyes, as he held you in his arms. He put a hand on your cheek, feeling your very hot face. “(Y/N) what is going on! Where are you hurt?” His gaze roamed your body for any kind of wound that could have been infected that led you to an almost dying stage. “Legolas I’m fine I just-“ A few coughs interrupted you as you grasped his forearm for stability to properly sit up once again. “Aragorn, (Y/N) is dying!” He shouted from the ground where the both of you sat.

Aragorn quickly approached the two of you as he inspected you for any kind of injury as well. “No, I’m not dying I just got sick, that’s all.” Another cough escaped your lips as you grabbed your water bottle beside you. A dumbfounded look spread across Legolas’ face, as he watched you drink. Chuckling a bit, Aragorn stood back up from the ground. “All she needs are some herbs from the woods and drink some tea. Do you think you can travel for a bit (Y/N)?” He asked you, concern slightly visible on his face. “Yes, I just shouldn’t have gotten up that quickly.” You smiled at him before standing up with Legolas, who still didn’t let go of you.

Turning in his arms you wrap your own around his neck. “See I’m alright Meleth Nin. I just need some tea.” He suddenly hugged you tightly. His hand stroked over your hair as he breathed in your smell, his face in your neck. A gentle kiss was placed on the exposed skin. After a little while he slowly let go of you. “I thought you were dying.” He confessed. His eyes burned with an intense fire, as he leaned down and pulled your face towards his, resulting in a kiss on the lips. Gasping softly, you tilted your head to the side. His thumbs stroking your cheeks lovingly, while you let your fingers flow through his hair. Heat spread to your cheeks as the both of you separated to catch some air. “Legolas don’t kiss me! You will catch a-“ He silences you with another kiss. “Meleth Nin don’t ever reject my kisses again while you’re sick.” “But-“ Another peck was placed on your lips. “I thought you knew I was immune to all kind of diseases.”

[lady-of-imladris]

for the threesome ask game:

thranduil and his wife but you have to spend the whole of the next day with Legolas and you're not sure if he knows or not

éowyn and faramir but it's at aragorn's coronation and while he doesn't actually walk in on you or interrupt, it is unfortunately how éomer found out his sister was engaged

arondir and his guard friend whose name i forgot but they make you go on a run with them at 6 a.m. the next morning

galadriel and thranduil but you have to do it in rivendell because they both kept arguing about whose kingdom had the better "👁️ elf 🫦 toys 👁️" and you end up having to explain the reason for your visit to elrond

arwen and aragorn but the whole thing is just a ruse to get him to shower and you spend at least 39% of the time doing looney tunes-esque schemes with arwen to push him into the lake while he's distracted. Pros: you get unexpected shower sex and he doesn't smell like horse

glorfindel and elrond but you spend a good portion of your energy trying to avoid touching glorfindel's hair so he doesn't get upset but it is Very Long and there's A Lot Of It so it's like that one tiktok game where you tie a bottle to a ceiling fan and try to avoid getting hit. Pros: extra adrenaline

beren and lúthien but huan keeps scratching at the door to be let in

isildur and valandil but ontamo finds out and he's not upset or jealous (he is canonically engaged) but is nevertheless a little put out that he wasn't invited

rings of power elrond AND lotr trilogy elrond

fëanor and nerdanel but they get divorced immediately afterwards and while it definitely was not because of you and they both assure you of it fingolfin starts high fiving you every time he sees you and it's getting a lil awkward

any two characters of your choosing but you have to do it in erebor while smaug is asleep and if you wake him up you will both absolutely die

I already can't stop laughing and I haven't even read that all yet 😂😂

All of this is absolutely unhinged and I especially love the last one.

thranduil and his wife but you have to spend the whole of the next day with Legolas and you're not sure if he knows or not: YES. 1000 times yes. I think Legolas knows what his parents are up to and chooses to politely ignore it. He could give me the "omg you slut" look all day. I don't care.

éowyn and faramir but it's at aragorn's coronation and while he doesn't actually walk in on you or interrupt, it is unfortunately how éomer found out his sister was engaged: I don't think I want to do that. Eowyn and Faramir should have some time to themselves first :)

arondir and his guard friend whose name i forgot but they make you go on a run with them at 6 a.m. the next morning: No. There are very few reasons I would ever go on a run, and there are fewer reasons I would be up at 6am. Combine the two and you got me hysterically laughing in your face at the suggestion.

galadriel and thranduil but you have to do it in rivendell because they both kept arguing about whose kingdom had the better "👁️ elf 🫦 toys 👁️" and you end up having to explain the reason for your visit to elrond: I would give a public speech about the reason I am in Rivendell if that means a threesome with GALADRIEL AND THRANDUIL. Heck, I would invite Elrond to join if that makes him feel any better.

arwen and aragorn but the whole thing is just a ruse to get him to shower and you spend at least 39% of the time doing looney tunes-esque schemes with arwen to push him into the lake while he's distracted. Pros: you get unexpected shower sex and he doesn't smell like horse: I would absolutely help Arwen. This man needs to shower. The threesome would just be an added bonus to that. Seriously, Aragorn needs to shower.

glorfindel and elrond but you spend a good portion of your energy trying to avoid touching glorfindel's hair so he doesn't get upset but it is Very Long and there's A Lot Of It so it's like that one tiktok game where you tie a bottle to a ceiling fan and try to avoid getting hit. Pros: extra adrenaline: I will braid his hair out of the way. If that bothers him he can punish me. 10/10 I would smash them.

beren and lúthien but huan keeps scratching at the door to be let in: I feel like it would be awkward because the dog can actually talk??? But no, I don't think I could get in the mood with that permanent distraction.

isildur and valandil but ontamo finds out and he's not upset or jealous (he is canonically engaged) but is nevertheless a little put out that he wasn't invited: I don't want to come between the Numebros (pun intended). Also I am not into any of them (Isildur's dad can get it tho)

rings of power elrond AND lotr trilogy elrond: If we leave the moral implications aside (self-cest?) then yes, 100%. I think that Elrond would be a very attentive lover. But TWO Elronds??

fëanor and nerdanel but they get divorced immediately afterwards and while it definitely was not because of you and they both assure you of it fingolfin starts high fiving you every time he sees you and it's getting a lil awkward: Okay I am still laughing about that one. WHAT THE FUCK. I would smash them. I would also both smash them individually after the divorce. They had their issues, I don't care. Plus, high fiving Fingolfin 24/7 would be absolutely hilarious

any two characters of your choosing but you have to do it in erebor while smaug is asleep and if you wake him up you will both absolutely die: Bold of you to assume Smaug wouldn't join (hello ao3 history). Allow me to set the scene. Feanor and Thranduil, both obsessed with shiny things. Not only would we fuck in Erebor, we would do it on top of the whole hoard. It's giving inappropriate use of the Arkenstone. And honestly, if Smaug wakes up and does not think "oh my this is hot, I want to watch" but instead decides to kill us all, I think Thranduil and Feanor could handle a dragon easily. If not, it would have been worth it.

[leohtttbriar]

Choose violence 8, 10, 24 for Tolkien? :)

<3 when i saw you had sent me an ask, i blushed so hard i'm pretty sure i gave myself a mild fever. omg hi <3

also, so sorry but i def employed some tolkien-esque verbose-ness in answering these lol. especially the last one, whew. like, im embarrassed.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

what’s funny with the tolkien fandom is that the movie fans and the book fans have whole different spheres of bugaboos and Annoying Habits so it’s easy to vacillate between either camp when you keep encountering the Nonsense.

that being said, i one hundred percent consider myself a “book fan” and think movie fans are more annoying than all of us literates. like, they can’t help it—the movies are the source of most their ills— but as a rule movie fans are wrong about like all of the characters. as in, legolas isn’t mister stoic badass, sam isn’t More Heroic, aragorn isn’t pathetically reluctant, elrond is much prettier than hugo weaving, and denethor is not nutso (to name a few).

i would say, though, that book fans are generally really bad at figuring out what parts of the movies to pick on. like for years i’ve been so baffled by people still being angry over glorfindel’s exclusion in the fellowship movie and no offense to people who have read the silmarillion and the fellowship…but that was not only the best adaptational change but it also improves on the book. in that, sending arwen to guide them to rivendell and to physically hold frodo to her as she defended the last homely house with water horses, is an genuine story improvement—not just because lotr is a sausage fest and that Sucks but because it foreshadows arwen giving frodo her passage west, via a flight east, it lets arwen actually parallel luthien riding across middle earth on huan, which in turn gives arwen an equal sort of challenge in living up to a legacy, something that can thematically help aragorn live up to his, doing that thing tolkien does best and telling the same story over and over until the song finally scans and the rhyme resolves and the Big Story ends.

of course, the movies left out the arwen-giving-frodo-the-evenstar-gem thing so in terms of Sexism both media are equivalent.

i think book fans in general are wayyyyy too like faithful monk readers of the bible. and not even like medieval monk readers, where there’s a clear delineation between various interpretive approaches, going from the literal to the poetic in degree. no, tolkien fans i think have mistaken a rich creative world for something near perfection, to the point where they don’t really know how to explain why the amazon series is bad beyond “amazon is bad” and what makes tolkien’s fantasy unique. tolkien fans, in terms of pedantry, are worse than dune fans.

but yeah. everyone is wrong about glorfindel in fellowship. he is Not as interesting as arwen as a character and does Not really fit in the story.

10. worst part of fanon

definitely the freaks who treat genuine baddies as misunderstood kittens. like, i don’t feel very sorry for maedhros? also, why is the elrond-considers-maedhros-and-maglor-as-dads caucus in the tolkien fandom so loud??? look, there’s no arguing these are tragic and pathetic blorbos, and i personally love stories in which they seek atonement, but elrond had a dad. if i were elrond or elros, i wouldn’t even be considering letting someone else slot into that position. especially not with my dad constantly being in the sky, like a particularly unfair reminder. maedhros can be complicated and alluring, but i hate the fanon of him or maglor genuinely adopting the baby half-elves out of untainted goodwill. it softens them in a way that makes me like them less.

also, the fanon of people being like “tolkien wasn’t sexist. look at melian.” does that count as fanon? if so, i hate that too.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

i feel like this goes for all fandoms, but by far any sort of accusation of racism in the work or in fan works is the most grenade-like kind of accusation one can lob.

with tolkien, i see a lot of people often focused on tolkien’s own opinions on “allegory,” and to be quite honest, anyone who uses that to say tolkien isn’t as racist as you might assume, is dumb as a rock.

tolkien’s frustration with "allegory" is the concept of 1 to 1 relationships. he didn't like when people were like "rohan is anglo saxon england" or "aragorn is [insert historical figure]" or any sort of reductive comparisons of lotr to real life figures and struggles in world war ii. (interestingly, however, he has said that dwarves were very inspired by jewish people. like, to the point that saying tolkien's dwarves are jewish is as accurate as saying shylock in merchant of venice is jewish--in that, they are characters in a story written by a christian who didn't really understand a whole heckuva lot about judaism. but that's a whole other topic.) and while that might tempt you to think that he therefore was not trying to represent any person or civilization from the real world in his books, unfortunately the core tenet of analytical reading is to assume deliberation over every single detail. you do in fact have to choose an idea before you write it down. and tolkien wrote the word "swarthy" one too many times for any of us to assume good-faith.

of course, there's also the claim of lotr not being as racist as the man (tolkien) likely was because art and the artist are not the same thing. and yeah. but again. "swarthy."

there is no easy answer to the whole death-of-the-author debate and questions over how much biography should be allowed in critical readings--at least no easy answer that doesn't just boil down to the simple demand to "think critically" (which isn't all that simple, in the end)--so i'm definitely not going to try to arrive at one now. but when it comes to tolkien's little made-up world, there are certain tropes in the fan interaction with it that make me somewhat queasy? like tolkien was so demonstrably inspired by real-world mythos and folklore that it is so easy to fit some of his characters and stories into real-world folk art and aesthetic. and to me there's a sliding scale of acceptable inspiration to maybe-we-shouldn't(?) inspiration. like when i see fan art that is labeled "indigenous tolkien," with no tribe or even geographic region specified, i find that weird.

and the reason i find that weird is the fundamental reason that i think discourse in fan circles over racial biases can get so rancid (unlike the discourse in non fan circles! just kidding, fandom discourse has nothing on a medievalist conference with a panel on white supremacy in the field, lol), and that reason is: tolkien's made-up world is not as made-up as the immersiveness of his world suggests. it is very rooted, and deliberately so, in the histories and folklore of western-european people (in particular) and thus the stories, the characters, the aesthetics, the ethics, and the themes are all off-shoots of these traditions. there is a missing element of material recognition in the interpretations of tolkien as really one thing or the other. material culture plays a much bigger role in the whole of all his arda-tales than is immediately obvious.

people want to give fantasy a pass when it comes to certain biases and they use that annoying allegory quote to do it with tolkien's work. because they are enlightened and do not project white supremacy and other legacies of colonialism onto a "made-up world." but tolkien would probably be the first to say that his work was built off fairy-stories, as a contribution to the genre.

he even goes on this relevant tangent at the beginning of "on fairy stories":

It is perhaps not unnatural that in England, the land where the love of the delicate and fine has often reappeared in art, fancy should in this matter turn towards the dainty and diminutive, as in France it went to court and put on powder and diamonds.

whether or not he's right about this distinction between english fairies and french fairies, this still shows that he considers the fantastical an expression of real and observable culture. therefore, despite the fact that it is bad-faith to read anything in tolkien as 1 to 1, he was trying to represent our world with his because he doesn't see the fairy/monstrous/supernatural as entirely separate from the physical/metaphysical or the human imagination. he was just trying to tell the same story that has always been told, from creation and onward.

so yeah. it is entirely valid to call aragorn's Specialness as a Special Sort of Human kind of fascist.

(and just as the rooted-ness of tolkien's fantasy world means that his work cannot escape accusations of bias, the rooted-ness also opens the way for a specific kind of progressive reading that is less about plugging one's ears to the bias but leaning into it. the real-world is more complex than one man can imagine it and when that one man is trying his hardest to represent the world, as any good writer would do regardless of genre, things will slip in to the story that the man chose but may not have understood. eowyn's speech about staying in the burning house is feminist thought even if tolkien would probably never have claimed it as such. the love between legolas and gimli is canonically transgressive and metaphysically-challenging--aspects of a love that tolkien probably would have assumed of gay love, in his time. if that makes sense. his biases don't define the art, even if they are present. especially since he was a very good writer and reader.)

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I was tagged by @fuzzydreamin for this. thanks for the tag!

Favorite Colour(s): blush pink and teal!

Last song: the last song i listened to in the car was "pay no mind" by madeon, but i was actually driving home after being on @tolkien-apologist's radio show, and the last song we listened to there was "fever dream" by dirt poor robins. please listen to dirt poor robins omg

Last Movie: the mist (2007). i'm officially stealing the "i believe in god too i just don't think he's the joker" line.

Currently Watching: i'm sort of perpetually rewatching the office, but i'm rewatching deep space nine at the moment also.

Other Stuff I've Watched This Year: sailor moon, jurassic park, the entire extended edition lord of the rings with @fwufferson (took SO LONG)

Shows I Dropped This Year: uh. i don't think i've started any new shows...? so let's say books i've dropped. i stopped return of the king cold about two thirds of the way through. i don't know why. aragorn i'm sorry.

Currently Reading: dune, finally, and to my father's extreme joy (except when i'm making fun of leto ii by calling him "worm boy"). i'm an alia stan. surely nothing bad will ever happen to her.

tagging @tolkien-apologist and @fwufferson!