#legolas my beloved

[nivou]

Yesterday I was feeling a little bit under the weather so my friend came over and decided we were watching LOTR. It was my first time watching it. We got drunk. The film?? Amazing. LOTR now officially on my List of Magic Things with Curative Properties.

[meidui]

aragorn and legolas at each other's sides at helm's deep ♡

[mikubinders]

every single elf who sees Gimli and Legolas thinks of them as "the weird elf prince and his dwarf boyfriend" but to the dwarves they are "Gimli The Sex Symbol and his cringefail elf boyfriend"

[megalomari]

some ??? moments from the hobbit movies that make me laugh

[kainkoon]

I feel like no one talks enough about how close Legolas and Bilbo probably became when he retired to Rivendale. Legolas had been around to see Thorin Oakenshield's company, he had met Bilbo before everything went down. He even fought with them in Erebor. On top of that, Legolas understands what its like to lose the love of your life. He lost Tauriel because she was in love with Kili, and Bilbo lost Thorin. Legolas was probably the only person who was around to see it all, the only person Bilbo could talk to about everything in his last days. Legolas would've been wonderful company for Bilbo.

[spooksicl-e]

pov you’re gimli

[coveredinsun]

gimleaf has me giggling & kicking my feet but mostly giggling because elf jewelry is so dainty and stringy and elves are like “why…. this jewel contains light reflected off the river which flowed between the two trees of valinor…..” while dwarves are like “want to see me put this 80 karat diamond into my beard”

[stormy-days-27]

I want what they have

[somecallmegin]

Gimli Son of Gloin, if every character in Lord of the Rings was a person of color instead of the Peter Jackson version. Don't get me wrong, I love those movies, but some of the design choices stump me. A few years back I used to fall asleep to the DVD bonus commented extended cuts & at one point I could probably have recited the different versions in their entirety. My favorite was the one commented by the ETA Workshop team, the miniature people and costume department were amazing.

Anyway. Not really sure what I'm going with with that expression here. I think it was supposed to be a bit more fierce in the beginning? The original idea was to place the scene somewhere along the time they meet the Rohirim for the first time, but he got a bit softer since then.

Okay, I'm letting this sketch go now, I was clearly getting fed up and lazy with the beard, my hand was starting to cramp and I don't think I knew where I was going, haha. This Gimli has so much hair! There's no way any of those braids could be so thick while being so close together, but I'm going to say it's a classic dwarven constitution thing ; they're short, thick and have a truly massive amount of hair/beard.

Still getting the hang of Clip Studio Paint, but it's getting easier.

[thestarwarslesbian]

just watching return of the king

Frodo and Sam guys.

I don’t think I have seen anything gayer in my life than Sam holding Frodo on the side of the volcano.

and carrying him.

I don’t think it can get much gayer and I love it.

Also Legolas and Aragon.

[apricusapollo]

i was talking to my bsf about football player aragorn and she suggested the idea of legolas being a referee and a light bulb went on in my head because yk how sometimes players get aggressive when a referee gives them a card??? yeah so that happens during a game when legolas gives a player of the opposite team a card and aragorn instantly gets involved because that's his HUSBAND!!!!

[legolasghosty]

Hello my love!! How are you?

I saw this comic and immediately had to think of willex.

It would work either way I think, but my first thought was Willie as the green and Alex as the blue fox.

So now I'm unofficially handing this in as a prompt for a drabble, maybe when you need to get your mind off something this can jumpstart your writing cells (and if not, that's totally fine too, but I wanna hear your thoughts!)

Love youuuu!!

Hello my love!!! Sorry on the delay, I was meaning to have this ready to post yesterday! Curse irl people for taking up too much of my time and leaving none for my fiance :( But here we go!!!

Willie opens their eyes slowly. The bedroom is still dark; not even a sliver of sunlight falls from between the curtains. A faint light comes from the digital clock on the far side of the bed. It barely pushes back the shadows that cocoon them and fill the room.

Willie's first thought is that they must be in his room, since his bedroom window faces almost due west and doesn't get any sun till later in the day. But the sheets on the bed are pale and devoid of patterns. There's no dragon stuffy on the bedside table beside his phone. The shadow cast by the lamp looks like a turtle, not a bat.

Alex's room then. And it's dark. Which probably means...

Willie groans when he picks up his phone and sees the time. Great. His first day to sleep in all week and he's wide awake at 4:30 am. They mutter a curse at the heavens and roll over, leaving the evil phone on the bedside table.

The view on this side is much nicer at least. Instead of a timekeeping soulsucker, now he's staring at his sleeping partner's back. Alex's side rises and falls steadily with his breathing. The duvet, which Willie knows rather than sees is a dark pink, is bunched up around his waist. The shadows of the room caress his bare back like a blanket. Willie resists the urge to trace each line and curve of his spine. He doesn't want to wake him.

How the heck did Willie get lucky enough to score a guy this pretty?

Willie props himself up on one elbow to get a better look at his sleeping partner. Alex's hair has fallen over his face like it always does, the ends fluttering slightly as he exhales. His neck and shoulders are relaxed in that funny way that they never seem to get when he's awake. One arm is folded across his chest while the other stretches out towards the far edge of the bed.

Willie wishes there was enough light for him to examine all the random scars across his lover's body. There's the ones on his hands and wrists from his cats of course, and that one across his palm from when a drumstick broke on him and the idiot was too proud to pause midsong and get a new one. Then there's the one on his left bicep from a bike accident when he was a kid, and the one near his right elbow that even Alex doesn't remember the origins of.

The cluster of them on his knee from a bad fall when he was 12. The one on the back of his heel from wearing those awful sandals for too long on a family hike in high school. The ones on his chest that match Willie's. The one on his ankle from a stray box cutter when they were first moving in together.

So many memories, good and bad, all littered across his skin. Willie forces themselves to keep their hands tucked in close. No matter how badly he wants to curl up with his chest against Alex's back and trace every pale mark with his fingertips, Alex's alarm won't go off for hours. The last thing they want is to ruin his rest.

Willie knows they should probably roll over, drag their eyes off of the beautiful man laying beside them before they do something stupid. But for the life of him, he can't. Sue them, Alex is pretty and looks so soft in the embrace of the early morning shadows. It's all Willie can do to keep from reaching over to brush a strand of hair off his forehead, maybe let their hand trail down his shoulder on the way back.

No, he can't. Alex's sleep is important. No matter how much Willie wants to hold him, he can't wake him up. He can't. No. Nope. No cuddles, no waking up Alex-

"I can feel you vibrating," Alex mumbles, making Willie jump.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Willie hums back after a startled moment, their voice coming out gravelly and low.

Alex doesn't open his eyes, but the corner of his mouth quirks up. "Well you did, so we might as well cuddle," he points out, the words slurring together a bit.

Willie chuckles and shifts closer. Alex inches back until his back brushes Willie's chest. It's barely a minute before they're settled, Alex spooned by Willie's body. Alex lets out a contented sigh and nuzzles Willie's arm. Willie echos the sound as they press a light kiss to Alex's shoulder.

"Sleeping now," Alex slurs, his breathing evening out again.

"Sweet dreams," Willie responds. Their own eyelids are getting heavy, their heart rate slowing to match the steady drumming of Alex's against his chest. "Love you."

"Love you too," Alex mumbles as he succumbs to slumber.

Willie leaves another featherlight kiss on his husband's neck as the light fades away behind his eyelids. Gosh he was so in love. They certainly didn't mind waking up in the middle of the night sometimes if it would always end like this.

[rings-of-power-realm]

Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an elf.

What about side by side with a friend?

Aye. I could do that.

[mysandwichranaway]

flat color commission for @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book of bimbo legolas :) I had a lot of fun with the pose!!! And yes, i'm well aware that the heels are not both the same height XD

[elrondsimp]

Hi, I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could do a Frodo x Fem Reader where the reader is sick and very stubborn and Frodo takes care of them Thank you for taking the time to read this

Frodo x F! Reader

“Tea and cuddles”

A/n: Finally I’ve been waiting for a Frodo one!

Y/n awoke with a heavy head and a sore throat. She groaned and shifted in bed, feeling weak and miserable. As she tried to sit up, she noticed Frodo sitting beside her, concern etched on his face.

"Frodo?" Y/n croaked, her voice barely audible. "What are you doing here?"

Frodo's eyes softened with worry as he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her forehead. "You're not well, Y/n," he said gently. "I couldn't leave you alone like this. I'm here to take care of you."

Y/n huffed weakly, her stubbornness showing even in her sick state. "I'm fine," she muttered, though her raspy voice betrayed her.

Frodo sighed and shook his head. "No, Y/n. You're not fine. You're sick, and you need to rest. I won't let you push yourself too hard."

Reluctantly, Y/n gave in and allowed Frodo to tend to her. He brought her a cup of hot tea with honey and a plate of toast, coaxing her to eat even when she protested. He fetched a bowl of warm water and a washcloth, gently wiping her forehead to soothe her fever.

After Y/n had taken her medicine, Frodo's face lit up with a warm smile. He leaned forward and peppered her face with gentle kisses, causing her to blush weakly.

"Frodo, stop," Y/n protested weakly, trying to push him away. "You'll get sick too."

But Frodo shook his head, his eyes filled with determination and affection. "I don't care, Y/n. I want to take care of you. I want to be here for you. Please, just let me show you how much I care."

Y/n felt her resolve weaken as she looked into Frodo's earnest eyes. She was too weak to resist his advances, and deep down, she didn't want to push him away either. With a soft sigh, she allowed him to climb into bed beside her, feeling his warmth and comfort enveloping her.

As the night wore on, Y/n drifted in and out of sleep, finding solace in Frodo's presence. Unbeknownst to them, the rest of the Fellowship had grown concerned about Frodo's absence and decided to check on him.

They quietly entered the tent and were met with the sight of Frodo and Y/n sleeping peacefully, their bodies tangled together. Aragorn motioned for the others to leave, realizing that Frodo had found solace and comfort in Y/n's arms.

"Let them be," Aragorn whispered, his voice filled with understanding. "They need each other."

And so, the Fellowship silently retreated, leaving Frodo and Y/n undisturbed in their slumber, knowing that sometimes love and care are the best medicine for a weary heart.

[angel-maybe-alive]

And I will be a little shit again

Shout out to peeta meelark the last good book boyfriend, it's him that guy from pride and prejudice and Aragorn in a weird not specific way

All other book boyfriends sucks and I am terrified about the taste in men of straight bookish women