#it was like Boromir died and it was horrible

[creature-once-removed]

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[ent-maiden]

"Your father loves you, Faramir, and will remember it ere the end." (The Lord of the Rings, obviously)

I am a Denethor apologist. Yes, he really did some horrible things, but his decent into madness was understandable.

The man thought he could wrestle with Sauron for years, and he paid the price. Denethor is such a tragic character. As his enemy cherrypicked all the worst things for him to see, he fell victim to despair.

And yes, he did love Faramir. Not as much as Boromir, he certainly showed favoritism, but if Faramir had died and Boromir had lived, he still would have wept. Maybe he wouldn't have given up, but he would have mourned.

I breed poultry for exhibition, so I have suffered losses to sickness and predators, and I also cull birds that don't meet the Standard. I am fortunate that I have never yet lost any close family members, and I can only imagine what it is like.

When I lose birds suddenly I can get this apathy and helplessness, and I realize I don't have the control to protect the ones you love. So I try to control the things I can control. I am not a healer. A quick death is easier for me to handle than a bird that is suffering with sickness. I am helpless to help it, usually, except to end it's suffering. While I don't condone how Denethor acted, I can sympathize with him.

It's interesting that Denethor liked Boromir more even though Faramir was more like himself. I guess he had a little bit of self-hate in there somewhere.

Lastly, Denethor's jealousy of Aragorn is kinda understandable. When he was a younger Steward, it is likely that Denethor just worried that Aragorn was better than him, but when he got older, he had been running Gondor well for many years and the Stewards have run Gondor well for centuries and actually didn't see why this upstart (only a year younger than him) should come mess it up.

Obviously, Denethor had some deep flaws, but for a while, I wanted to talk about the trauma that shaped such a tragic character, instead of the flaws that are always talked about.

I would argue that what makes Boromir a beloved character and Denethor a hated one is in the manner of their ends. But Denethor really did live a long and productive life for 89 years before that end.

Also, Pippin Took liked him, and I am optimistic enough to think Pippin is a good judge of character.

[samueldays]

A friend recommended Deadworld Isekai to me the other day. To damn it with faint praise: it was good enough that I finished reading all three volumes, and the author has a solid grasp of spelling and grammar.

It has the usual LitRPG problem of re-reifying abstractions to produce weird round-trip-translation nonsense that has become the heart of the LitRPG genre, one of the most finely polished turds in the world.

The thing that stood out to me as the most 'fixable' problem, though, was the fake suspense and the fake threat. Oh no, the protagonist is in over his head, however will he survive? Oh no, the protagonist is on the verge of death, what asspull deus ex machina is going to save him now?

The cast is too small and the premise too specialized for there to be a serious threat of replacing Matt as protagonist, and once you've introduced CRPG Healing you can't threaten injury short of death, so I roll my eyes at every new danger, confident he'll be perfectly fine (and powered up!) a chapter later.

I want to contrast this with Lord of the Rings, which looms over the wider fantasy genre so much that it gets taken for granted, and I sometimes see people thinking of it in terms of the popular cliches that were copied the most. But I feel it's pretty good about threatening Frodo, and that's less copied.

At some point in The Return of the King, the reader has seen Gandalf die and Boromir die and the Fellowship broken, and then parts of the Fellowship met new cool people, and then those cool people started dying too, with Theoden bravely dead on the battlefield and Denethor horribly dead in attempted murder-suicide.

It starts to look like Frodo might die, IMO, it's genuinely plausible that Tolkien will kill off another major character at this point. The deaths are mounting, Frodo's psyche is fraying, and the savvy reader sees Sam is right there to take over if Frodo dies. The main protagonist will probably still survive because that's how stories go, but it's not all that obvious.

It looks like death when Frodo is stung by giant spider and carried off by orcs, but it's much less of a deus ex machina to hear that the spider was using paralytic venom to save a meal for later. Frodo isn't getting a sudden powerup or new ally, it's just a spider being a spider.

With no magic healing, several magic items lost, and Frodo increasingly traumatized, the quest gets closer to Mount Doom. Here Frodo puts on the Ring, which is not how these stories normally go! No heroic last-minute surge of willpower. Frodo is sick and tired, looks at the Ring of Power, and decides that in fact, he would like Power for himself.

Gollum bites Frodo's finger off, falls into the lava, and the Ring is destroyed nonetheless. Tolkien again makes it look like Frodo might really die in the resulting volcanic eruption, now that his importance to the story is over and the Ring is destroyed and the rest looks like cleanup from the army marching on Mordor in the other plot thread.

But the book isn't over yet. If you're reading Lord of the Rings in print, you can feel there's another hundred pages left to go at this point. Frodo is saved, Aragorn is crowned, our heroes are victorious, there's celebrations and marriages and vacations and songs.

Then Frodo heads home at long, long last and finds Saruman got there first and started polluting the Shire.

The last surprise is that Saruman dies really fast. The rest of the book is appendices. What, you expected a hundred pages of Frodo fighting the Shire Wizard War? Nope, we're done here! Also Frodo has to leave, Sam takes over at the very last. It's a good series of plot twists, without being a plot swerve.

[twicearoundthebend]

Lotr characters watching the lotr films

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Sam cries like the whole way though. Happy tears, sad tears, the works. Constantly telling Frodo how brave he is, and what a wonderful journey, and what a horrible journey, and how good to be over, and how sad it came to an end.

Frodo holds Sam hand, and tries to console him. It may lead to more tears instead of less. He’s not quite sure how to keep up with all of Sam’s rambling, but the whole ‘what about that Sam? I want to hear about him’ exchange is repeated like 15 times.

Aragorn is on the other side of Frodo, and besides a few one liners, is mostly a silent watcher. He does sing along with all the songs though.

Gandalf snuck in a whole bunch of snacks and distributes them to the rest of the group. Probably smoking in the theater, says wizards are allowed to (wizards are absolutely not allowed to).

Boromir commentates on all the action like a radio announcer. He gets choked up at the part where he dies, but Merry and Pippin take over, saying how strong and brave he was. He spends the rest of the film with a hobbit leaning against either shoulder.

Merry comes up with witty lines to say ages before the scene comes up, waiting for just the right time to drop it. Every time he gets a laugh, he gives himself a little pat on the back.

Pippin says the first thing that comes to his mind. It annoys Merry to no end that he keeps saying Merry’s jokes before he can. Pippin has no clue why Merry glares at him every third quip.

Faramir is fully invested, and goes absolutely wild when Eowyn slays the witch king.

Eowyn is whispering jokes and commentary to Faramir and Eomer the whole time. They both have to try very hard to keep quiet, that silent laughter where you’re just shaking and wheezing. Eowyn’s very proud of herself for that.

Legolas and Gimli left the theater to watch on the tv in the hall and talk about their adventures. Arguing about their count during the battles, and reminiscing on the things that brought them here.

Gollum pile of bones

[scyllas-revenge]

I posted 1,764 times in 2022

That's 1,307 more posts than 2021!

133 posts created (8%)

1,631 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 533 of my posts in 2022

#boromir - 135 posts

#persuasion - 37 posts

#lotr - 32 posts

#lotr fanfic - 19 posts

#jane austen - 17 posts

#faramir - 15 posts

#north and south - 14 posts

#burn like cold iron - 13 posts

#piranesi - 12 posts

#pippin - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#imagine the hobbits' faces as this martyrdom goes down like o.0 where did his clothes go why is he posing all seductively what did we miss

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

shitty persuasion bingo

part 2 here

366 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

#4

oh you’re half-agony huh?? bitch i saw the trailer i’m full-agony 

408 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

#3

I know I always get overemotional reading Piranesi by Susanna Clarke but for some reason when I got to this part last night I just cried uncontrollably for five straight minutes and I can’t explain why

and basically after reading this book several times I think I’m starting to feel that sea longing that Tolkien’s elves get

907 notes - Posted January 28, 2022

#2

if they’re gonna ignore all period-accurate costumes, dialogue, and social norms to the point where anne calls wentworth her “ex,” i wouldn’t be surprised if they ditch wentworth’s letter completely and instead he just whips out a shiny iphone 12 and texts her “u peirce my soul babe ❤️❤️❤️”

1,007 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I can watch no longer in silence. I must complain about you by such means as are within my reach. You've ripped out my soul. I am half agony, half hopeless. Tell me not that this is it, that such precious Jane Austen adaptations are gone forever. 

I offer you my screenwriting advice with a heart even more desperate than when you almost broke it with the release of the Persuasion trailer one month ago.

Dare not say that this movie is accurate, that this Anne is a stronger protagonist than her book counterpart. I have loved none but her. Pretentious I may have been, annoying and demanding I have been, but always with the film’s best interests at heart. 

The book alone has brought me to you. For it alone I sat and watched. Have you not realized this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I would not have waited even ten minutes after turning off the TV to write this, could I have mastered my own feelings, as I think you must have guessed mine. 

I can hardly type. I am in every instant recalling something which makes me want to punch a wall. You rewrote Anne as a snarky girlboss, but I can appreciate the nuance of her book counterpart when it would be lost on the Netflix execs. Too horrible, too disgusting adaptation! You do us insult, indeed. You do believe that there is not a single brain cell in your audience. Believe mine to have shriveled up and died while watching this movie, most painfully, in the brain of

-Everyone Watching

I must go, and cleanse my remaining sanity with the 1995 adaptation; but I shall return hither, to laugh at this adaptation with my friends, as soon as I can stomach it. But another sentence of clunky narration, another infuriating wink from this horrible version of Anne to the camera, will be enough to make me cancel my Netflix subscription forever.

2,521 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

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[ao3feed-tolkien]

The Red Istari

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cBbIFjL

by Authorship

The sky was aglow, deepest crimson washing over the land and undimmed by the bruise-purple clouds that clutched at the edges of the horizon.

The sands shifted beneath him, deep and perfect as only a desert that has consumed everything within it can be.

A staff of inscribed steel stood proud where it was stabbed into the sand, radiating heat against the side of his neck.

Somehow, he knew in his bones that there was nothing out there but him, the staff, and the golden desert.

He was alive, bare, and unwounded despite the blood he could feel stuck to his flesh.

This was not death.

This was… something new.

Words: 14145, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Naruto, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Uchiha Shisui, Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Galadriel | Artanis, Glorfindel (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Arwen Undómiel, Aragorn | Estel, Legolas Greenleaf, OC Gondorians, OC entire desert population at this rate, OC elves, oc humans, Eorlingas | Rohirrim, Théodred (Tolkien), Théoden Ednew, Éomer Éadig, Éowyn (Tolkien), omg i forgot frodo lmao, Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, why are they all nicknames..., does itachi acting as shisui's conscience count, Yes, Uchiha Itachi, Radagast | Aiwendil, Saruman | Curunír, Pallando (Tolkien), Alatar (Tolkien), okay just assume its everyone okay

Relationships: Faramir (Son of Denethor II)/Uchiha Shisui, Boromir (Son of Denethor II)/Éowyn, Aragorn | Estel/Arwen Undómiel, Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf, and others

Additional Tags: Uchiha Shisui Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Shisui in Middle Earth, Shisui is like oh im a wizard now? dope, shisui is actually an arsonist lol???, Worldbuilding, so much world building, technically world bastardising, DO NOT LOOK AT THE LANGAUGE LOGIC TOO CLOSELY, lets just enjoy it for what it is, Actual Escapism Fiction, Girl Boss Eowyn, Back at it again with a BAMF Shisui roadtrip!, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, you read that right, I'm like an infomercial: to fix all troubles please apply liberal SHISUI, Sixth Istari, Shisui is the Red Wizard, Shisui is unnecessarily dramatic and mysterious and very loyal to his colour scheme, was is a wizard if not that?, Gandalf is the original Gatekeep Gaslight Girlboss, Boromir Lives, theodred lives, Is that shit wasnt clear, This was supposed to be romantic but then it got dark and then it randomly got really funny, or maybe im just losing it to my own memes, which is always a thing, Sunday Update Schedule, Mentions of: Slavery and Non-Con and Sex but just in passing, I will tag CW in chapter summaries, because horrible monsters do horrible things unfortunately, i spelled language wrong but... its all the way up there... gonna have to leave it ;___;, I wrote this bc i need more Faramir and I'm incapable of posting unless its Shisui

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cBbIFjL

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

The Red Istari

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ikryuZs

by Authorship

The sky was aglow, deepest crimson washing over the land and undimmed by the bruise-purple clouds that clutched at the edges of the horizon.

The sands shifted beneath him, deep and perfect as only a desert that has consumed everything within it can be.

A staff of inscribed steel stood proud where it was stabbed into the sand, radiating heat against the side of his neck.

Somehow, he knew in his bones that there was nothing out there but him, the staff, and the golden desert.

He was alive, bare, and unwounded despite the blood he could feel stuck to his flesh.

This was not death.

This was… something new.

Words: 14145, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Naruto, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Uchiha Shisui, Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Galadriel | Artanis, Glorfindel (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Arwen Undómiel, Aragorn | Estel, Legolas Greenleaf, OC Gondorians, OC entire desert population at this rate, OC elves, oc humans, Eorlingas | Rohirrim, Théodred (Tolkien), Théoden Ednew, Éomer Éadig, Éowyn (Tolkien), omg i forgot frodo lmao, Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, why are they all nicknames..., does itachi acting as shisui's conscience count, Yes, Uchiha Itachi, Radagast | Aiwendil, Saruman | Curunír, Pallando (Tolkien), Alatar (Tolkien), okay just assume its everyone okay

Relationships: Faramir (Son of Denethor II)/Uchiha Shisui, Boromir (Son of Denethor II)/Éowyn, Aragorn | Estel/Arwen Undómiel, Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf, and others

Additional Tags: Uchiha Shisui Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Shisui in Middle Earth, Shisui is like oh im a wizard now? dope, shisui is actually an arsonist lol???, Worldbuilding, so much world building, technically world bastardising, DO NOT LOOK AT THE LANGAUGE LOGIC TOO CLOSELY, lets just enjoy it for what it is, Actual Escapism Fiction, Girl Boss Eowyn, Back at it again with a BAMF Shisui roadtrip!, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, you read that right, I'm like an infomercial: to fix all troubles please apply liberal SHISUI, Sixth Istari, Shisui is the Red Wizard, Shisui is unnecessarily dramatic and mysterious and very loyal to his colour scheme, was is a wizard if not that?, Gandalf is the original Gatekeep Gaslight Girlboss, Boromir Lives, theodred lives, Is that shit wasnt clear, This was supposed to be romantic but then it got dark and then it randomly got really funny, or maybe im just losing it to my own memes, which is always a thing, Sunday Update Schedule, Mentions of: Slavery and Non-Con and Sex but just in passing, I will tag CW in chapter summaries, because horrible monsters do horrible things unfortunately, i spelled language wrong but... its all the way up there... gonna have to leave it ;___;, I wrote this bc i need more Faramir and I'm incapable of posting unless its Shisui

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ikryuZs

[seawitchkaraoke]

I love nothing more than fanfics of the Third Age Kids getting to socialise with the First Age Oldies, like the hobbits coming to Valinor and having convos with the Valar about common sense or Maedhros and Maglor getting to talk to Elladan and Elrohir, it’s so fun bc it’s essentially

FA people: we suffered and we fought each other and betrayed each other and died horrible horrible deaths, basically everything was dark and horrible

TA people: we solved our problems with love and friendship :))) and it actually worked :)))

[paragonrobits]

thinking about how in the Lord of the Rings books, as opposed to his attitude of ‘I personally liked Boromir more’, Denethor tells Faramir that he DOES wish Faramir had died instead of Boromir, in a moment that captures his character and defines him perfectly.

This isn’t to say that he comes off better here. Indeed, a lot of people might prefer movie!Denethor’s selfishness and favoritism because, horrible and cruel as it is to tell your own son you liked their dead sibling better, it is nonetheless an understandable and selfish cruelty. For some reason, a lot of people tend to respond better to that kind of mentality, even if they personally disagree with it. The motives of the selfish often resonate more with people, and it may not be a good idea to dwell on why.

However, Book!Denethor is not like that. He actually gives a reason for preferring Faramir to have died, and it totally encapsulates his character: he reasons that it would have been better for Faramir to die, because he feels that Faramir’s closeness to Gandalf (being “a wizard’s pupil”) presents a danger to Gondor’s sovereignty and independence, and that Boromir was a skilled commander who is a more certain military asset than Faramir.

It is cold.

It is ruthless.

It is chillingly pragmatic, and in another series (such as Game of Thrones, or the military sci fi genre), Denethor would likely be narratively considered a hero for valuing one child over another on strictly utilitarian grounds, or at least considered reasonable.

However, in Lord of the Rings, that kind of pragmatism corrupts men into monsters. It is what made Saruman despair and throw his lot in with Sauron, reasoning that they could rule together rather than be defeated. It is what made Sauron, ages ago, corrupt into the madness of seeing the world and demanding that only his vision of order and absolute tyranny could make it flourish.

In a more pragmatic or ruthless setting, Denethor would be a hard man making hard decisions. In LoTR, however, hard men are the reason things have gotten bad, and hard men will break and leave nothing behind. 

[dragynkeep]

Someone just described RWBY as being hopepunk and I’m just like ???? What the fuck is that? A setting with technology relying on hope to power things? What’s next? Smilepunk? Bloodpunk? PUNKPUNK?

I love my favourite genre; PunkPunk.

Hopepunk is a story that celebrates positivity in the face of adversity. So yeah, I would say RWBY is technically a hopepunk story, we have the heroes constantly trying even when faces with increasingly dire odds, but I have to say that just because RWBY is a hopepunk story doesn't mean its a good hopepunk story.

Like comparing it to a very famous story that is hopepunk; Lord of the Rings. Both are stories about heroes that go on a journey to defeat a great evil while facing serious danger and loss, but RWBY is a cheap imitation of the feeling you could get with LoTR.

Because LoTR doesn't pull back its punches and comes from a man who does understand what its like to go through such loss and sorrow, but still hold on to that little hope in the end, and you can see that in Sam and Frodo. They're not soldiers, they lived a life of luxury before being chosen by chance, whereas RWBY were Huntress in training and were getting ready for this exact life.

There were plenty of times where Frodo did falter, where he didn't know what to do and was letting not only the ring's influence take over, but just the sheer grief and despair to take over; not just because he had witnessed so much death, but because as he goes on, he keeps losing people. To him, Gandalf, Merry and Pippin, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn were all dead or worse, and the only people there now are Sam and Gollum.

It's realistic reactions in a world while still holding on, and it's not even Frodo that does this. It's Sam. Sam is what Ruby is trying to be, but whereas he acknowledges that they're in way over their head, that the world is harsh, yet keeps on going because there's still something worth fighting for, Ruby isn't.

Ruby constantly decides on things only if they align with her very narrow view of the world. She doesn't have realistic reactions to things most of the time, or they never last long, and when someone else comes in with an idea that doesn't conform to her expectations? She shuts it down and then complains about it.

You only have to watch Sam's speech in Osgiliath to know just what LoTR stands for.

Sam: It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy. How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad happened. But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?

Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.

This is what hopepunk should be. Not a fake anime made by two guys who thought it'd be funny to make Holocaust jokes about a little girl who died horribly.

[erynalasse]

Who is your favorite character from each main first age species (elf, human, ainur, dwarf, etc) you can choose more than one if you want!

-@outofangband

Oh, this is quite an interesting one! How dare you make me pick favorites!!! If you don’t mind, I think I’ll interpret this more as a “who’s your under-recognized favorite” since my answers would be pretty predictable otherwise.

Elf: I thought about this one the most because there’s so many to choose from. I have to go with Eärwen, which might be surprising. It’s not like with have any canon character details on her besides her genealogy. But I love the possibilities that opens up! All of Eärwen’s children head east after the Darkening. Her husband Arafinwë almost does too before he turns back. And then the two of them are tasked with ruling a shattered people who lost their old king, their lights, and their stability in one blow. And the Noldor also have to patch relations with the Teleri after Alqualondë—and oh, yeah, it’s Eärwen’s own father who rules them. Conflicting family loyalties much? It’s an impossibly difficult situation and I have to imagine it took all of Eärwen’s strength and grace to navigate it. How to you approach being High Queen of the Noldor when your only models are Míriel and Indis and their famous marriage issues?

Man: Oh Boromir, my beloved. Not a First Age character, but he deserves it. This one was an easy choice. I mostly grew to love him after seeing some excellent metas about his character. I’ll have to come back and link them. But I love how Boromir embodies the best and the worst of the race of Men, and how the Ring brings out both extremes so strongly. Boromir is indeed a man of extremes: strong loyalty, strong love, strong duty, and strong stubbornness and pride. He does his best every step of the way until the Ring seduces him, and even then it cannot overcome loyalty to the little ones. I cry every time I see this scene, and I’m not ashamed to say it.

Vala: Ulmo! This is also an easy choice, mostly because we have a small pool and a lot of unattractive options. I mostly love Ulmo because he’s one of the few Valar who give Manwë’s edicts a big fat middle finger and keeps intervening in Middle Earth. Manwë and his Eagles get half-marks, at best, for timing. I also think it’s important that Ulmo is proactive, especially in guiding Turgon and Finrod to build their realms. Ulmo starts them early and he keeps helping Turgon and Tuor and their family. Manwë, notably, only intervenes when things have gone horribly wrong first.

Dwarf: Hmm. I don’t actually have such strong opinions about this one, mostly because we just don’t get many Dwarven characters. But I really, really like Azaghâl. You can build up a very compelling character from the handful of details: Maedhros rescuing him and his people (in a similar way to Haleth and Caranthir!), the story of the Dragon-helm, his death in the Nirnaeth. All very interesting, and I wish we had more.

And a bonus, because I’m not sure whether it counts as a race! Actually not even related to @outofangband liking my meta on her, but I hope you like this take too.

Peredhel: I love Elwing. I really, really do and I wish fandom were more open-minded about her. I don’t agree with her decision to cling to the Silmaril—it was objectively foolish, and she had good examples for why. But I love Elwing for the same reasons fandom fixates on the Fëanorions: she grows up under the burden of a family legacy that also kills her family one by one. She escapes, and survives, and does her best to find happiness even after she’s lost so much. And that happiness and that legacy, too, is snatched away from her because she drew the line at giving up what her family died for to unworthy hands. She lost so much, and life in Valinor with a husband away on star duties is less than what she deserved.

[lesbiansforboromir]

HC - Prince Adrahil’s Effect on the Steward Family

SO! Let me tell you all about Finduilas’ dad. Adrahil is a rather complex man. On paper he was a wise ruler, a dedicated father and a loving husband, the very picture of his line’s ethereal and lofty mythology.  And these things might all be true! However, he was also controlling, self-aggrandising and overly ambitious. Adrahil wanted all things in his life, land and family to be just so, and it made him an incredibly difficult father for all his children, albeit in different ways. 

If you were to ask Boromir why he does not get along with his grandfather, he would tell you that Adrahil blamed Denethor for Finduilas’ death and was the cause of the rumours surrounding it. ‘Finduilas died because she was too long away from Dol Amroth’ and ‘the Lord Steward kept her too jealously’ were whispered about Minas Tirith and even further afield, and it made an already painful time even harder to bear for Finduilas’ husband and sons. 

However this explanation is really only a brief overview of a far more complex issue, partly because of Boromir’s reticence, but also because he is unaware of the longer history.

Adrahil had actually been using similar rumours to try and control Finduilas long before her death. She was never quite the daughter he wished her to be and the constant push/pull of Finduilas trying to define herself, whilst Adrahil tried to reign her back in, was the most prominent aspect of their relationship. You would think that one’s daughter marrying the heir to the Stewardship would make any father proud, but Adrahil found the autonomy and independence Finduilas had away from him as a married woman infuriating. He was sure she would be worse off for being out of his control. Finduilas meanwhile was very happy, sharing her life with someone whom she understood and who understood her to a degree she had not encountered before. 

And the only way Adrahil was able to exert anymore control over Finduilas was by attacking that relationship. Hence the rumours of her being stifled in Minas Tirith and being kept away from her ancestral home, taking advantage of the myths surrounding elves and the sea to enforce the point and make the gossip compelling. Adrahil had always felt that Denethor had stolen away his daughter and turned her into someone she was not, and any blame he laid at Denethor’s door after her death was just a continuation of that attitude. 

Which brings us to what Boromir is being reticent about. Because there had been a period of semi-calm before Finduilas died. With his grandsons growing up and Adrahil wanting to know them, and the parents not wanting to deny their children a relationship with their grandparents, there was incentive for peace and restraint between all parties. So Boromir knew Adrahil, felt the safe attachment of a child to a kind and indulgent family member and loved him because he knew that that was what Adrahil needed from him. And Adrahil took advantage of that. 

In Adrahil’s mind, if he couldn’t ‘save’ Finduilas from Denethor’s influence, he could at least keep a hold of his grandsons (and so still have control over a part of her.) And he both overestimated how much influence he had over Boromir, whilst underestimating how close he was to his father. This lead to Adrahil trying to convince Boromir of the rumours as well. 

This did not go well for him, but it wasn’t a smoothly dealt with scenario either. Boromir was old enough to internally understand that something was wrong with this situation, with what his grandfather was telling him and the way he was behaving, that he was being manipulated. But he had no ability to concisely explain those feelings. And Adrahil was an adult, easily able to divert and skew conversations to his favour without really even trying. So in a time when Boromir was already grieving his mother and struggling with expressing that grief, a man he wanted to trust and rely on was actively trying to convince him that the father he loved had killed his mother.

This was the start of a period in Boromir’s childhood where he struggled to control his anger and, particularly, his frustration. Adrahil’s attempts to manipulate him ended quite abruptly when ten year old Boromir (finding nothing else worked) lashed out at him violently and left his grandfather with an ugly bruise over his cheek and nose. (Boromir having always been inexplicably strong since he was a child, something that had never been more than an amusing family curiosity until now.) But Boromir struggled with the aftermath of it for some years later, having to come up with coping mechanisms and strategies to keep himself from breaking things in fits. He asked not to see his grandfather again, a request Denethor was only too happy to oblige. 

Faramir was old enough to understand that something was happening within his family, but still too young to full internalise it and was also very taken up with his own difficult grief. Hence, he maintained a fond relationship with his grandfather for the rest of his life. Adrahil was more subtle in his approach to Faramir and also truly held genuine love for him and his influence can still be seen decades later within Faramir’s attitude towards both Denethor and Boromir. The impression that Boromir is ‘un-intellectual’ and this kind of ‘only thinks with his fists’ idea either comes directly from Adrahil, or was at least heartily encouraged by him. In fact Faramir sometimes humorously reminds his brother of ‘that time you hit our grandfather’ as teasing proof of these concepts, unaware of the deeper meaning behind the incedent. 

Meanwhile it wasn’t until Boromir was an adult that he re-established contact with Adrahil. It was an awkward and stiff affair, but it smoothed out as the years went by, mostly thanks to Boromir’s now fully grown and iron-clade self control. However Boromir still minimised the time he had to spend in Adrahil’s company simply because he was one of the only people that truly threatened that self control. Whilst Boromir has always been good at letting grievances go, he found his anger at his grandfather’s actions only grew as the years passed and he understood more and more how cruel and exploitative they had been.

Boromir might have never truly gone through an ‘’adolescent phase’’ as we would know it, but Adrahil was a presence that brought out that self serving and destructive yearning in him. By 18 he had decided and planned for his sexuality to never be discovered by any of his family and was absolutely married to being a master of concealment. And indeed! It was vital he did so, not only for his own position, but the Stewardship and Gondor as a whole! 

And yet everytime he met his grandfather Boromir could not drown out the voice in his head that tempted; ‘You want to tell him you like dick so bad, you want to see how much more you can ruin this relationship, you want to cause family catastrophes on a massive scale. It will be horrible and you want it to be.’

And, in that moment, he really truly does, which is a disconcerting fact that Boromir tries his best to avoid and minimise as much as possible. 

[idjitlili]

You're dead lachance.

Spike btvs x reader

Summary: Being Giles niece, going to America with him, only to meet Spike. There is anonymous request in here, 'getting locked in a room with Spike.'

A/n: slightly in Sundale , but mostly based in Los Angeles, the reader is British, due to being related to Giles. Hey, that's good for me , I'm British too. There's a request from anon but I'm not going to say to keep it a surprise. Malteser is a chocolate ball. How come I can write this much now? But I've got assignment s at are only 2000k words.

Word count:5019 Longest imagine yet.

Warnings: Language, Twilight hate references,period, questioning if vampires eat that answer is no or unconfirmed.

Not even a week ago, you had came home , only for your parental figure to rush to the door to greet you. Not long after that you were packing your suitcase for America , apparently your uncle Rupert had invited you out there. It had quite literally been years seen you had seen him, but not long until you would again.

In fact , it hadn't been even twenty four hours , before you were stood in his magic store. You weren't even sure why Rupert had brought you here. The suitcase that held your belongings , stood at your feet as Rupert  had welcomed you in, unlike your uncle had expected , the shop was completely empty, people wise.

Forced to sit down, while Rupert  made you a tea,informing you that he would get you settled at his home once he finished closing up his shop. What it felt like hours to you ,waiting, deciding it was best to read the book you had brought with you, not that you could really concentrate you just wanted to get cleaned up , in honesty.

Fingers tapping against the pine table , trying to read Boromir's last moments in Lord of the rings, re reading the same paragraph over , and over. "I tried to take the Ring from Frodo ' , he glance strayed to his fallen enemies,20." Re reading those words same words, unable to comprehend them, like your brain was blocked by a tinfoil hat, that's bullshit. Three arrows he had been struck with, yet he was still able to kill twenty highly trained orcs , more than an average vampire could do.

You were no stranger to vampires , you hadn't encountered one to say, but you knew of Rupert  job as a watcher. Though you had watched Lord of the rings many times (or not it's just replace it) and yet you still couldn't pass it , didn't Rupert have workers to clean his shop? Repeating those words , still. "Hello ,love." You almost peed yourself , standing up abruptly launching your book at the thing that had pulled you out of your distracted book reading.

Bragging your lighter from your pocket, self defence lighter, holding in front of you. As the flame lit,lifting your head up at your 'attacker' , only to be met with a smirk and platinum leather wearing man, who had caught your book with ease. "Really a lighter?" British, you had not spoken to one American , since landing.

You had just continued to stare at him not quite certain what to say, until he did again. "So , Boromir ,hm?"  You hadn't notice him step forward , holding your book for you to take back, hesitating you took it from him slowly. "Uh, yes. Thank you,but ,um, who are you?"

"Spike, and you are?"Who names there son after a sharp object? Spike had smugly smiled , placing his in his trouser pockets, it was if he was proud. You didn't get a chance to respond to Spike, before Rupert had reappeared , standing between you and Spike.

"Spike , get away from my niece, I will not allow you to corrupt her." Spike had gasped dramatically, putting his had over his mouth ,"You're related to him? But Blimey he's all ARGH and you're not." Spikes face of disgust when he looked at your uncle, Rupert had removed his glasses and began cleaning his glasses.

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" Picking up your bags , as Rupert ushered Spike out of the shop, with you behind to lock up, it now being dark.  "It was lovely to meet you , Giles attractive niece.." "Y/n." "Y/n.." Repeating your name back slowly smiling , only if you knew he was an evil defective vampire.

"Quit the flirting Spike, she's not going to be here long." That was the last you saw of Spike , for now anyways. It wasn't even another 24 hours later , your uncle had sent you off to Los Angeles , to Wesley at Wolfram & Hart.

Wesley...you had seen him in years , since he left England. You being younger than him by some years , but you had been friends with him , being connected to Giles and all. You were brought to America to work for an evil law firm not your ideal future.

That was a year ago , not as bad as you had originally thought, Angel the CEO was indeed broody but he was trying to make a difference. In fact , the job paid very well, and all you did really read up on demons and sometimes view bodies for symbols and such.

Perhaps,yes, it did get quite lonely, it  wasn't like you had you mum to make you meals or anything. All you could have was calls from her now and then. Wesley was your friend; but he was too busy flirting with Fred. The others well, you weren't close friends, just friends.

Today was not a great day for you, first you had gotten to work  without lunch, forgotten a jacket, and Angel scheduled a meeting but you had fallen down the stairs three times. Ten minutes late, a huge bruise on your head , ruffled hair and clothing not looking very bodacious.

Knocking on the door to Angel's office three times gently , before waiting for his response to allow you in. Everyone staring at you , your face flushed with embarrassment. "I-I'm so sorry, you won't believe today has been horrible, I wouldn't have been late if I hadn't of fallen down the same stairs three times."

Heavily breathing from all the rushing, head aching like you had just hit your head falling down the stairs, Angel and the others looking at you with slight sympathy. "I've got to get a look at this muppet." That voice, you knew that that voice, until Spike had appeared from the corner of the meeting room , as you and Angel were about to walk into the room.

Almost bumping into Spike as you and him both met the door at the same time. You two would've bumped right into each other, but he passed right though you. Turning back around to see if you imagined that or not, turns out you didn't Spike was stood in front you , looking at you , with gaped mouth which didn't last long until he was smiling.

"W-what?H-how did y-" "Nice to see you again , love. Well, not long after you left I saved the world, and died. No need to thank me , love," Angel had coughed , pulling your attention from Spike charming smile he was sending your way, to him gesturing you to sit.

Spike had not decided to sit down , but to stand behind Angel at an Angel, one to annoy Angel which you could already see in his face , two to be in eye range of you. Not that he liked you , he full loved Buffy, for now anyways.

Angel had officially began the meeting , head-aching still, probably why you couldn't concentrate, concussion. All you could think was , wow Casper the friendly ghost, well you didn't know he wasn't , and that he was a vampire.

So lost in thought ,well no just pain , you didn't hear the calling of your name or snapping of fingers in front of your open eyes.

"Y/n? Y/n?" Only when there is a touch of a small hand on your shoulder , you realise , looking up to see Fred. "Yes, sorry. Um , I hit my head a bit too hard."

"Angel , she needs to go to a doctor. Her head is literally bleeding out , ""Yeah you should've sent her straight away, she fell down the fucking stairs, for a vampire with a soul , you have no compassion." Spike had interrupted Wesley, to criticise Angel.

You had a couple of days off last week , to visit your family, hence you hadn't seen Spike there before that. You had fallen off your chair when you had felt a hand on your shoulder, moving to see if that was Angel or Lorne, but it wasn't.

"Already on your knees for me?" Spike, staring down at you , smirking what a shock. "I'm not even on my knees, I'm on my butt. Plus what you want me to do mime."

"Okay, okay, Hon, let's go take to a doctor." Lorne had helped you up, as Spike had smiled Wider, as you both left, with some calls of sympathy's.

You only had to have you bloody head , in your hairline glued back together. Not surprising when there was blood dripping down your face like a waterfall. Other than that you were back the next day, carrying on your week like you would normally would.

Each week that went by Spike would come visit your office, mostly at lunch, knowing you didn't leave your office to socialise, only to use the bathroom. It had started with him using the excuse that he wanted to see how you were doing , after falling down the stairs, which was quite hard to believe,as he didn't seem like the caring type.

Then it he came to your office to tell you stories  about him saving the world and just recently , almost being killed by another ghost.

You hadn't even seen that when he entered your office he used the door by turning the handle, instead of going through it. Not at least until he had spooked you again ,placing his hand your shoulder squeezing it slightly.  Falling again out of you chair, probably would've smacked the back of your head on your desk.

If you weren't grabbed by your forearms, and were lifted back onto your feet, by rough hands... Spike had scared you to death again, yet this time he had saved your fall.  Pulling a arm from his, looking into his eyes, as you brought your hand to his cheek, your finger tips against his cheek bone. His skin soft, not how you would've imagined.

Cold.

His skin, cold , but now he isn't a ghost? So why does he feel like the other side of the pillow on a summer night. Moments go by ,not many , before you pulled away again. "Fred , s-she figured out how to bring y-you back?" Still wondering why he felt like ice,  also to hide the embarrassment that you had touched his face without asking.

"No, someone sent me some post,"  The distance between you two was more than close, your legs pressed against your desk, Spike's face barely inches away, he must've closed in on you. "Oh lovely,um have you had anything to eat yet?" He had smiled at you , with lust in glittering in his eyes , but not for what you might think, but hunger.

"I have not." Don't turn Edward ,please, no one wants that ,'Oh I'm sorry Bella but you might die if we fuck, because of my huge Thanos sized dick.' "Oh , well I've got , um, some sandwiches, that's if you want to share." You had gently made your way passed Spike as he nodded slightly suggesting we would share, to get into your bag, reaching for your lunch bag.

Both sitting at the sofa in your handing Spike a sandwich, as you held yours, facing each other, sitting on your calves, well Spike couldn't do that , if you know what you mean. Not long after you had reached for your flask , pouring it into your cup. "Tea?" Spike had grabbed the cup from your hand, drinking a fair lot down, before handing it back to you, mixture of crumbs and tea around his mouth. "You know how to make good tea, not those bloody Americans , milk first , bloody bullshit."

Before anything was said, Lorne had burst into the room , panic washed over his face. "Angel needs you both , quick honeys! We don't have time to spare." To say the least you were confused , never less you all headed to Angel's office and soon enough you were all, Angel, Spike, Fred, Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne were driving to a safe house. 'A rescue mission.' Apparently, you didn't even know who you were supposed to rescue, all you knew was you was all supposed to stay here until they arrived.

Sounded fishy , and you were right to think so, not long after you all discovered it was a trap. Probably just about a hundred vampires, were lurking around the property, waiting...

The floors creaking as you all walked across the the pine wood hallway, not to mention you had barely any fighting stills, all you held was a stake. The others well that ways a mixture of axes , and stakes. Sorry not only vampires in this house, spirits too. Spike had paired off with you , whilst the others did the same , you both walked into a bedroom, which was thick with mould and dust.

Not even one step in the door had slammed shut, Spike had immediately tried the door body slamming against , but it was no use. As you made your way to the window, "Spike.." BANG still going at the door , "SPIKE." Whisper shouting to him, gesturing for him to come over , once he had heard you.

"Vampires..." pulling you away from the window, out of sight." We need to get out of here, now."

"Where? we can't get out of here." Looking around the room there was no options. You don't even get to take a breath ; before the window is smashed in as well of the door, you are both completely circled , 7 vampires.  Before you know it they are lunged for you , gripping your stake tightly , as you fight  a vampire off , with struggle , god damnit. Where's David from lost boys, instead you are stuck with one that's never brushed it's teeth.

Finally stabbing it in the heart. Proof another one bites the dust. Now there was even more dust in this house. The rest of the vampires were dead, you didn't realise that Spike had taken on the rest with no struggle, turning to face you after dusting the last one, his face,his face. He was one of them, he had been dead this whole time , even when he was brought back.

"Y-you're a vampire?" Shocked was to say the least what you were feeling , he had turned back laughing lightly.

"What were you expecting? The Easter bunny?Did you think I was human? This whole time, oh love." It wasn't that you felt like you trusted him less after finding out but still, you're an idiot, no you are not.  "I thought you were because you are my food; Plus I thought vampires were evil?"

"I wasn't going to refuse a sandwich. I have Soul, love. For your information, I got it the hard way, not like that brooding bugger."

"Sorry, Can we go now?" Thus Spike tried the door again, it had opened, both of you rushed out and down the stars , out the doors to find the others in the car waiting , like it was a robbery.

Your lunches with Spike continued even months after finding out he was a vampire; yet now you packed enough lunch for the two of you. Though he could just have his blood, but no he wanted your food. In honesty he was lucky that you actually shared your food with him.

You were sure that Spike must've preferred the company of Fred over you, and there was a day that he didn't have lunch with you. Apparently he had went to see Buffy , yet he was back the next day, why he hadn't stayed with the woman he loved , that was unknown to you. Thus there he was having lunch with you everyday you were at work.

You had even watched Lost boys with him one lunch. "You think I'm like that ponce?" Why the offices had TVs you had no idea. You had told Spike that he had reminded you of David. "W-what, It's not that hard to believe , first both of you have cool hair , two he is evil but the evil that you're like wow he's not that bad , he's cute and maybe he not what he seems. Like Loki, God of mischief." Spike had scoffed, laughing slightly.

"Did you just call me cute? I'm bad , I'm evil, mortals quiver under my wrath." He had made a toothy scrunched face , whilst bringing his hands up like he was a bear attacking, only to make you grin harder. "Okay, now you are a kinky Loki 'quiver under my wrath' seriously?"

"And how would you know what's kinky, love?" His words delivered with a smirk , that made your cheeks redden just by his gaze. "Uh,um, well I read a lot- I MEAN I do stuff all the time like last night.. he had a cane."

"Oh really, he had a cane?"

"Yep thats correct."

"Well that's a shame, love , because I've seen you face stuck in your books , blushing... and I can smell the innocence radiating off of you."

"Hey! Don't go smelling that, so you're telling me that when I have my period you can smell that too? You know what don't answer that, nor do I want to know if you've ever eaten that. Nor do I want to know why I thought of that.." Throwing a Malteser at him, would've hit him if he hadn't caught it in his mouth. 

"I cannot believe you just said that. Love, you have too much time over thinking."

"No doubt , that's why I was never popular , let's pretend I never said that thing and only that compared you to David and Loki, hm?"

"Of course, I wish you hadn't given me the idea,joking I swear."

"Uh, I don't know if you like men or not but when the male part is erected it's one of the most blood filled appendages plus I looked you up, William the bloody, maybe that's how you got your name.." Yes maybe you spent more than your lunch hour not doing work, sitting cross legged now facing Spike completely , who just had turned his upper body from the tv.

Angel though, you'd think he was just happy , happy that Spike wasn't in his office constantly annoying him. It wasn't easy for anyone to keep Spike entertained. "I do not suck cocks nor have I ever , love, I have nothing against those that do,but I assure you that my terrible poetry is the only reason for the name, "

"Nothing to do with you killing hundreds of people?"

"Oh yeah, that too." Nothing more was spoken, you both had went back watching until lunch was over, then you were back to work. By five you had left to go home , not even two hours later you had realised you had left your house keys in your office. You had went to the shops, for some general stuff , hence why you hadn't realised you had left your keys.

Making it back to Wolfram & Hart , around nine o'clock, deciding to get some food , for after you got your keys and got home finally. The security man, Dean, had let you , well no he had was turned doing something and you slipped in, the rest of the firm was dark , everyone had left, or that's what you had thought.

Opening your office door, with your key, why you had it separated from your house key , you don't know , but it was lucky you had one set otherwise someone could've went through your stuff. Well there wasn't much really interesting, ancient books and such. Rushing to your desk in the dark searching everywhere , under your desk, in the draws, the floor.

Finally finding them down the side of the sofa , which you were sat at with Spike, watching Lost boys. When the door swings open , you are quickly grabbed by the foreman's and are shoved against the wall."what are doing here?" The mans voice, aggressive, yet you know who it belonged to, Spike. No very difficult to figure out as you spent at least an hour with him , five times a week, for months.

"Uh, I just left my keys." Spikes grip had loosened on your arms slightly. " Y/n?" Pushing him off of you,"yes, yes it's me , thanks for attacking me, " It was pitch black in your office , only the light from the moon , now on your face , part of it anyways.

"Well, Bloody hell, love you shouldn't be in an evil law firm by your lonesome , especially at night."

"What you are going to eat me now?" Spike wasn't even a foot away; if he was a live you'd feel his breath on your face. Instead the cold air surrounded you, Spikes arm above your head closing you in, only being able to look at his face , an outline of it. "Oh, you'd just love that, wouldn't you,pet?" You had scoffed lightly at him.

"Shut up, my foods getting cold , and I don't like it in here." Ducking under Spikes arm, grabbing your food and key, before making your way out your office and the building. Spike following you ,but the security guard was gone and the door was locked , no way out.

"Well isn't that bloody brilliant."

"There's no way we are getting out of here , till morning ,"

"Can't we call someone?"

"I don't know , do you have anyone's number?" That was it , you both had headed back to your office , found some candle, since the electricity had been turned off, at on the floor with your food. You weren't sure why he decided to stay with you , maybe it was just that you had food.

Your back against the sofa , as you both ate , you were in no doubt that you were talking tomorrow off. You knew you or Spike was going to have to sleep on the sofa, ah yes perfect, back pains. "Why were you here so late anyways?" After finishing your mouthful of food, why Spike would want to lurk here at night , that was unknown.

"Just snooping through Angels stuff, then I heard you, so."

"Ah, of course." Smirking at you , leaning back his palms behind him, sideways on from you, uh , you're not Ryan Reynolds? Actual um, sorry but you're hotter. Your food all gone , except the small amount of drink left.

"Honestly this couldn't be a better day, my keys fell down the side of the sofa , and I didn't realise until I went home. Then this happened , and now we are stuck here, when I could be at home, sleeping."

"It's not so bad, you could've been stuck here with Angel, love."

" You really don't like Angel, I'm not surprised he makes small problems seem unsolvable. Yet within a couple of hours , all is fine. Actually that sounds a lot like me, over thinking everything. But yeah Angels is a bit of an arse."

Spike only smirking at you, in return.

Glancing at your watch , 12:03 , you were only lucky that Spike was able to pick the lock on the toilets. Otherwise you don't know what you would've done, ah yes, peeing yourself in front a rather good looking , dead man. Leaving your office to go pee again , before returning rubbing your eyes as you walked through the door.

"Are you going to get some sleep, love?" Spike had cleaned up all the rubbish, throwing it all away, you wouldn't expect that from dead guy, former mummy's boy. "Uh, if the sofa wasn't built like a rock, yes , but since that's the case no." Settling back onto the floor, careful not to catch on fire, as you crossed passed some of candles.

Instead of Spike replying yet , he had stood up and made his way to the sofa , plopping himself onto it, with poof. "You got to be joking love , you clearly never have lived in a crypt." W h at was it wish vampires living in crypts , or complaining that their huge cold dick will spilt a human in half. Turning to face the sofa, not being able to see Spike, letting out a dry laugh.

"Yeah that doesn't convince me, are you just so old that you don't remember that every day at lunch that I sit on that sofa with you?" Spike had sat up to look at you with a glare ,yet again scoffing. "Well then , Pet, how about you come lay on me, I'm very comfortable."

Without thought you had gotten up , and thrown yourself onto Spike, both groaning as your back slammed into Spikes chest. He was lucky really that your butt bone , not tail bone, the top of your leg one, didn't smash into his parts. Instead he had wrapped around you so you were stuck in place. "I see what you are doing."

"And what is that?"

"I body slammed you, now you're cuddling with me? Mental , you're an ice cube, yeahh sureeee so comfortable, I love being engulfed by Vanilla ice."  Not that he looked much like Vanilla ice but it's a little funny, not really but.

"Hey, I won't stand to be your cushion , with your bullying."

"Didn't you kill hundreds of people? And you get defensive when I call you Robert van Wrinkle?" Turning your head to look up to Spike who was looking down on you, shuffling so that you were laying next to the sofa back and on Spike with your hand on his chest.

"Love,I'll eat you, try sleep." This isn't a Loki imagine when he kidnaps you and it turns out he's a vampire , and he gets busy and drinks your blood for a fetish. Spikes arms around your shoulder , eventually falling asleep with your head on his chest.

Everything was fine, until Wesley and the rest of them had came looking for you. As you was supposed to be in a meeting with them in the morning , so was Spike but they were worried for you.

"Couldn't they do that at home?"

"Can I poke them with a stick?"

"Ah yes, poke the mass murdering vampire , very smart ,Gunn. "

No consideration of being quiet, you both had been woken, it wouldn't be that surprising if Spike was pretending to be asleep , to avoid talking to people he didn't like very much except Fred.

Waking up to see a bunch of people just smiling at you at , wasn't the best. "So, Spike what about Buffy?" Sitting up ,before standing up from Spike, must've hurt having a whole body on you all night , maybe it didn't effect him because he has super strength? Spike just turned to sit on the sofa , unimpressed facial expression, hunched.

"Buffy has her own life, I'm not apart of it."

"I-is this all you came her for? To wake us? And   taunt? I'm taking the day off ," No uncertainty that you wanted to get home, and shower and eat. You had looked back at Spike who had looked back , standing up. "I'll drive you."  Grabbing your bag, before bow in front of Angel for whatever reason. "Thank you so much for locking us in an evil law firm all night. Bye Fred, Wesley, Gunn , Lorne."

"Bye hon." Lorne was always a sweetheart , wishing that every guy was like him, kindest soul and very much cute. Spike and you had left after you had sent Lorne a smile. Walking out with bed hair and day old clothes , not that Spike had offered his arm but you were still holding onto to walk.

Walking past Harmony, she had sent daggers your way, why doesn't she just kidnap Orlando Bloom or something. Gripping onto Spikes arm tighter , walking down the stairs, not falling this time, thankfully. Before you made it to Angels' car park, and got into one of this favourite cars. "Uh, are we supposed to be taking Angels car?"

"What? It's mine, love, what are you going on about?" Opening the the car door at the same time , settling in the seats before slamming the door shut. The windows of the car , made from the same glass that wolfram & Hart was supplied with, since the cars were supplied by wolfram & Hart for Angel, a vampire. That also meant that Spike could drive in the sunlight protected.

"Okay, okay." Once you had made it into your building car park, Spike had walked with you up to your door. Being finally able to unlock your door, with your shopping ,lucky there wasn't any fridge nor freezer items. Turning back to Spike who just stood at your door, grinning slightly.

"T-thank you for staying with me yesterday, and for driving me home." A small blush upon your face, it wasn't unknown to you that you had developed a crush on Spike , how couldn't you? "That's alright ,love." Still stood in front of you, looking into your e/c eyes , you staring into his brightly lit blue ones. He was waiting for you to say or to do something.

Leaning to the side of his face, to press a peck onto his pale toned cheek. Instead of course , he had turned and you ended up pressing your lips , onto his briefly. Pulling away red cheeked , Spike now smirking at you again. "H-hey um, do you want to come and watch Lord of the rings with me?" You weren't sure what you was supposed to say after kissing someone accidentally.

"I would," thus that you held your door open wide, "I invite you into my home."

Therefore, you watched Lord of the rings with a dead man.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

for the character ask meme: elrond, because we don't talk about him as much as he deserves

Ah Elrond! He’s so great and deserves all the love. 

I love these character asks I’m getting. <3

How I feel about this character

Elrond was my first favourite character of Lord of the Rings! I loved him from the start. 

It’s the tragic life story and his resilience that really gets to me - and something about him as a character that I admire. He has seen everyone in his life die or leave, he of all people has the right to say ‘I’m done with the dying of others’. His parents, uh, left? Died? Turned into a star, at the very least. Which is a cold comfort. But Elrond and Elros witnessed that whole massacre and mess. 

Then his brother chooses mortality, so Elrond watches Elros age. Watches him become an old man with all the pain of senility and the things that happen when your body fails. His proud brother. Then watches Elros die. And Elros never will meet Elrond’s children or grandchildren. Will never see the highs and lows of his life, be there for him. Elrond was there for Elros’ but Elros left him alone to weather his own life. 

Then Celebrian. The horrible things that happened to her which he couldn’t prevent or stop. So she leaves for the undying lands - which I 100% cannot blame her for because oh man so would I. But she’s now gone from him in all meaningful ways (until they meet again, yadda yadda). 

And, to a certain degree, Elrond lost his sons after Celebrian’s attack and leaving as they became so absorbed in revenge and Let’s Hunt Some Orc. I can’t help but feel they got stuck there, in the moment of their mother’s torture and her inability to live with them afterwards. So Elrond watches his sons relive that time over and over and he can’t reach them. 

Then Arwen, with her mirrored name for a cousin she never met born of an uncle she would never know, chooses a mortal life for a man descended from his brother. 

Anyway, poor fucking Elrond. 

I also, of course, love his intelligence and his grace and his ability to put up with shit from other elves for you know, being One of Those Dirty Half-Elven Sort. Never quite enough. And he bears it all with fortitude and strength. It’s admirable. 

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Gil-Galad because I’m Like That. 

Otherwise, I read Elrond as pretty ace? Did his duty to make les bebes but you know, he’s not a sexual person. 

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Hard to say. I know Elrond is surrounded by people - his home is the happy haven for the weary (and unweary alike). There is always music and laughter and food and healing but amidst all of that I can’t help but feel that Elrond is alone, in his own way. 

I suspect some one of his closer friends is Glorfindel, maybe Gandalf. 

But his bro? His bro is Bilbo. Countless lives of men, countless losses among losses, and Elrond’s very alone because he is so devoted to healing others he does not have time or ability to heal himself. 

And in walks Bilbo Motherfucking Baggins. Shows up, ‘Bitch you’re sad and alone, but not any more because I won’t let you be.’ Then they leave for the undying lands at the same time because Bilbo is like ‘You’re my friend, we’re doing this together.’ 

Legolas and Gimli roll up, everyone is aghast. Bilbo thinks this is the Best Thing To Ever Happen. Elrond is also pleased because fuck all that old Elf v Dwarf noise. Where has that gotten any of them? Only to a place of pain and misery. 

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don’t think I have one? I feel like my general read of him isn’t too controversial. 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

HE NEEDED TO SEE HIS BROTHER AGAIN OK??

I wish he had one final time where he got to be with Elros for a day. For both their sakes’ but mostly Elrond’s. And that he got to see Arwen again, one last time. And Aragorn because he loves his weird feral son. 

Arwen, ‘I managed to get him to stop eating bark.’ 

Elrond, ‘Thank the sweet gods.’ 

Arwen, ‘And Boromir managed to convince him to sit through most council meetings.’ 

Elrond, ‘Glad someone was able to.’

Arwen, ‘Adda, remind me again why you thought he was the proper one to be king?’ 

Elrond, ‘Something something prophesy. Look, I know a good man and a leader when I see one. He just needed some uh ... prodding.’  

Aragorn, ‘Adda do you know how traumatizing council meetings are??’ 

Boromir, ‘You’re fine. Calm down.’ 

Elrond, ‘How did he get in here??’ 

Boromir, ‘Snuck in with Gimli and Legolas.’ 

Anyway, Elrond needs his family and deserves his family. 

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Thank you so much! i adore Elrond and he deserved so much better than what he got. But so do most of the characters in this series. 

:D

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PREFERENCE: The Fellowship reacting to your almost unrealisic luck

Characters: Aragorn, Boromir, Frodo, Legolas, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Gandalf, and Gimli

Requested: Yes (Hello Kc! I’m popping into your ask again! Mostly because I now think my Headcanon request didn’t get sent weeks ago 😬 so I’ll send it again just in case I had canceled it by accident. It was an HC request for the fellowship realizing you’re lucky or you get lucky when like fighting and all. Thanks and sorry if you did get it and I’m sending it twice.) @orphan-with-a-stutter

A/N: I said it in my rules that I do not take requests for preferences, but Tammi is someone I talk to often here so I accepted this, so it’s sort of a special request. I’m also more lenient on these, it’s something I have nothing against, though I will turn down any other preference requests if I get any

Hope you like this, friend! This is my first time doing preferences.

Also, remember when I said I would start on this later or tomorrow? Never believe a word I say. I got carried away doing this.

FRODO BAGGINS

Frodo would be relieved you managed to get yourself out of danger every single time, even if it was more about your infinite luck rather than skill. What matters to him is that you’re alive, not your skill. So he would not think too deeply about your luck.

SAMWISE GAMGEE

Sam would be in awe. He would think it was due to your skill, not luck, as he always admired you and your abilities. He would ask you how you were so quick, and would be a little disappointed if you didn’t know what to answer to that.

MERIADOC BRANDYBUCK

Merry will wonder to himself how you got out of that dangerous situation alive. He doesn’t doubt your skill, but he learned that even the best do not always survive, though he will never discuss it with anyone else, because it doesn’t matter to him, it happened, you’re still alive, but it does not stop him from being curious.

PEREGRIN TOOK

Honestly, Pippin won’t think about your luck at all. He would just simply move on and talk to you as if you just weren’t about to get killed 5 seconds ago. At least you’re still alive.

ARAGORN

Aragorn will ask you what do you think that made you survive all dangerous situatuons because he has his own wild beliefs. He thinks Eru has a part in this, and if you kept getting out alive with minimal injuries, he thinks there’s something important about you. Because hey, this man believes anything is possible.

BOROMIR

He will definitely question it, to you and everyone else in the Fellowship. He is in great disbelief, Boromir has seen a lot of horrible deaths, and fast and painless deaths, that he might even start to begin to believe you’re really just dead and he’s daydreaming. Just kidding, but you know, he wants to know how quick your reflexes are. Because one does not simply get ambushed yet live to tell the tale.

LEGOLAS

Like Aragorn, he will have his own strange beliefs, such as the Eru thing, but he won’t talk about it to you, he’ll talk about it to Aragorn and Gimli only. He pays attention to every little detail, that your survival is a complete mystery to him since he likes to guess the chances of survival when he himself is in danger.

GIMLI

Gimli won’t care about luck that much, since he doesn’t mind going so far to take risks, even if the chance of survival is small. Though he would be proud of you for making it out alive.

GANDALF

Gandalf has died before. What you just went through was completely nothing to him. Even if Eru had a part in it, so what? He would only ask you if you’re doing fine once you’re completely safe, but that’s it. As he once said, everyone must die somehow.

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Anyway dudes I want you all to know that from the Nurse’s Perspective, Boromir's wounds weren’t fatal. He was still alive and breathing when Aragorn finds him, which means that while likely he had a collapsed lung, organs like his heart were missed. And what this points to is the fact that Boromir wanted to die. Or he believed he was unworthy to live. Because yeah, without help he WILL die, and he knows this and all he does is apologize for failing. For letting the fellowship down. 

But beyond that, ok. We should also address why Boromir even tried to take the ring. I guarantee every time someone says greed, I lose 10 years of life. because that is the FURTHEST THING from the reason. Boromir’s entire issue is that he loves too deeply. And the ring uses a person’s greatest weakness to get to them. This also happens to be Boromir's greatest strength, so it gets messy. Boromir is a warrior who just was presented with the one thing that could put an end to the war. His whole life, he’s been on the front lines. Guess what’s right next to Mordor, IT’S GONDOR! and Boromir is Gondor's finest soldier. He’s breaking under the weight of the world. 

It’s going to kill him, geis theory aside, the stress of the situation, in general, is killing him. Like a classic tragic hero, he doesn’t care, so long as others live. Boromir is in fact one of the most selfless people probably to ever exist, and I will fight and die on this hill if need be. Because he keeps putting others first. Because he’s fighting so that others can survive. He fights so that other people won’t have to suffer like he’s suffering, and he’s suffering. The ring uses this. 

It gets to a point where Boromir, feeling so horribly isolated and honestly useless, runs out of options that he can come up with. The ring is the ONE chance he has to save everyone, despite its price, and he’s willing to pay that price so long as everyone else lives. So long as everyone else gets a tomorrow, he’s willing to destroy himself. When he believes that he hasn’t been able to, he decides that the only option left now is for him to die, because, in his mind, he can’t do what he was supposed to do. He’s a broken weapon that should be discarded for something better and new and maybe someone else will succeed where he’s failed, but he can’t fathom being any more of a burden on the fellowship than he already feels like he is. He can’t fathom failing and still being loved. Whatever successes he’s had in the past are rendered completely irrelevant, because his mentality is so skewed, and that’s its own problem, but I digress. 

(Mind you, I’m talking about the man who stared down the Balrog and just went toot toot get FUCKED when LEGOLAS is paralyzed with fear.)

Fearless, flawed, selfless, loving Boromir chooses death because the ring did what it wanted to do. It broke not an ideal person like Aragorn, but someone who was one of the best of mortal men, flawed and heroic, and everything that we CAN be as humans (there is a marvelous post about how we’re all Boromir and it’s somewhere on my blog since I reblogged it out of necessity and also the OP is right). Boromir, who would lay down his life for others, does so. Because in the end, to him, the fellowship can use his body as a stepping stone to get ever closer to saving the world and he thinks that they will. He thinks they’ll just move on and forget him because his purpose wasn’t to be some name known forever, but just someone who protected others. Boromir wasn’t after glory, he was after peace. (There’s another argument to be made that Boromir doesn’t know how to function in times of peace, because all he’s ever known is war, but that’s for another post) He was willing at that moment where he could choose to live or die, to put aside the dreams he had, so the rest of the world could live theirs. He died so the rest of the fellowship could live, and he would have it no other way.  

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