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[rohirriiim]

@lotrweek 2024 — day 7: free day ↳ happy hobbit day!

[southfarthing]

@lotrweek day 7: hobbit day

22nd September - the birthday of Bilbo and Frodo Baggins ✨

[galatariel]

@lotrweek 2024 — Day VI: Songs and Tales ↳ The Song of Durin

[lotrcolors]

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002) Faramir + the Rangers of Ithilien

[autistook]

ON THIS DAY | September 22nd

Bilbo Baggins is born

Frodo Baggins is born

Hobbit Day!

@lotrweek day 7 - hobbit day ♡

[spaceorphan18]

You know what happens after the 21st of September? The 22nd of September. Do you know what the 22nd of September is?

Bilbo Baggins's Birthday

Happy Birthday Bilbo! I aspire to some day be just like you.

[tolkiengif]

You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.

[shirefantasies]

hello! I have a request for a fanfic (not sure if this would fit into a reaction/imagine category but still going for it) with a fellowship member x reader! (character could be up to you) scenario: reader is part of the fellowship and while climbing Caradhras, reader falls behind and gets lost in the snow. they become buried, and the fellowship member becomes frantic and tries to search for them, digging around in the snow. if this seems to complicated, that's okay, but it's an idea that's been floating in my head ^^

Hope you like the character I chose 😄 someone who hasn't gotten a one shot now and whom I thought was perfect for this prompt! Warnings: brief fear/peril, minor injury

Hold Fast to Me- Legolas x Reader (Drabble)

Buffeting, whipping sound filled your ears, a cacophony of nature's own making that nothing of your ability could silence. Every step grew more and more difficult, your feet catching and dragging through the chill of piling snow. The rest of the Fellowship grew further and further away as you struggled to combat the gale of wind blowing against you.

You could not have even stated what caused it, what moment you fell, but suddenly the ground was before you, your horizon turned white as you tripped and tumbled headfirst into air and snow. Falling frost quickly plummeted and pelted your back as you slid fecklessly, breaths speeding but providing little warmth amidst the drift you had tumbled down into. Scrabbling hands pulled you slightly upward and it was then that you realized two things: one, your ankle lit aflame with pain the moment you put weight upon it, and two, the fact that your tumble had been down into a natural pit of sorts. A snowed-in ditch, probably one of the last before the path up the mountain narrowed.

Tears of frustration pricked at the corners of your eyes as you fought, trying your best to ignore the burning of your ankle and just fling yourself up out of the frosty predicament. The more you tried, though, the greater the shreds of snow that rained down with your aching body.

Should you cry out? Would the others even hear? Had they noticed you were lost? Your mind rattled with questions, only ceasing as further cold seeped into your clothing, moistening your outer layers. Ragged breaths emerged from you like puffs of smoke as you stood, a fist resting against the pack of snow. Deep within your mind, you were aware your emotions were overtaking you, but the rapid fall of snow upon your already frost-kissed body was as overwhelming as any frustration, any worry that you had failed your Ring-Bearer, failed the fellowship...

The sound of your name was what restrained you from your next attempted leap, pulling your gaze from the wall of snow and your thoughts from that twisting haze.

"I am here!" You called back. "I... I fell!"

"Are you hurt?"

Voice much closer and gentler this time, Legolas leaned over the ledge of the ditch, locks of golden hair dangling in the air between you, almost close enough to tickle your nose.

“Yes,” you admitted, gaze falling from his and head hanging, “I think I landed wrongly on my ankle. It’s not broken, but-”

“Come here,” he beckoned, tone gentle enough to coax your gaze back into his soothing brown eyes.

Legolas extended a hand to you. Shifting as close as you could, entire body pressed against the wall once more, you reached up. Tangling your fingers together, the elven prince tightened his grip and tugged. Responding to the pressure, you summoned all your strength and heaved up toward Legolas, throwing your good leg onto the snow and this time supporting a clumsy grip on the ditch's edge. Wobbling up over the snowy lip, your palms numb from cold's bite, you tumbled onto the ground, icy water soaking once again into your back. Shuddering against a new wave of cold, you remained hunched on the ground for the passing of several moments before kneeling. On your good leg, of course.

"No need for that," Legolas told you with a shake of his head.

Before you could protest, a response admittedly weakened by your snowy ordeal, you were lifted once more, this time upon the elf's shoulders.

"Hold fast to me," he urged again, still no command in his words.

All you could do was nod despite Legolas not being able to see you, feeling warmth pooling beneath your cheeks when the prince's hands hooked under your thighs. Wandering not, they steadily supported your spread legs, keeping your wounded ankle dangling out, not a hint of pressure upon it.

"Will you bear this burden until we reach the others? Until we camp?"

"Worry not. The snow is nothing to me." You could hear the smile in Legolas's voice, let alone what quirking of his lips you caught from his visible profile. "Even if it was not, I would endure it for you. Not long after you must have fallen, I ran."

"You noticed?"

"Absolutely. And what better way to get in an extra trek through the snow?” He teased, fully turning to face you best he could with that glowing, cheeky smile you couldn’t help giving right back.

“Well then, I’m glad my twisted ankle and I could be of service.”

“Keep it still. I’ll see to it once we return to the others.”

Straightening your leg as best you could, your face was cut across with another wince as its muscles drew tight. Legolas's hand slid down a bit further to grant you further support as he effortlessly crossed the snow, bounding over the heavily iced ground easily as if it was a spring field.

Legolas quietly acknowledged greetings and questions by Boromir as he carried you further through the fellowship's huddle beneath an overhang of rock. In Elvish he made a request to Aragorn; the ranger seemingly acquiesced, stepping behind his friend to loosen his cape and lower it upon the ground, at which point you were lowered. Kneeling, the prince who had carried you laid you gently upon the thick fabric.

"Worry not," Legolas comforted you as he gathered supplies, voice low and soothing, "Your ankle will at least be stabilized soon."

"So I can expect no further rides, then?"

“Perhaps not,” Legolas teased back, “Although I do suspect you'll still need some help taking those first steps. Hold fast to me once more, then."

"To you?"

"Only to me, I hope," he all but whispered to you, looking up from binding your ankle with a soft smile.

"Who else?" You asked with a smile of your own.

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[glorf1ndel]

So pals, what are we doing for Bilbo and Frodo’s birthday tomorrow, September 22? And today, September 21, is The Hobbit’s publication day! Anyone throwing a Hobbit party? 🎉 I will be watching one of the Hobbit movies today and LOTR tomorrow! 😎

[ringsofpowerdaily]

GUNDABALE EARTHAULER & NORI BRANDYFOOT in THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER (2022-) S2E06: Where Is He?

[anti-heroism]

THE RINGS OF POWER S1E6 “Udûn” (2022) dir. Charlotte Brändström.

THE RINGS OF POWER S2E2 “Where the Stars are Strange” (2024) dir. Charlotte Brändström, Louise Hooper.

[rohirriiim]

l·o·v·e [luhv]  - noun a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

@lotrweek 2024 — day 5: here with me ↳ lotr + love

[southfarthing]

@lotrweek day 4: gifts, burdens and choices

"Mr. Frodo, he knows he’s got to find the Cracks of Doom, if he can. But he’s afraid. Now it’s come to the point, he’s just plain terrified. That’s what his trouble is. Of course he’s had a bit of schooling, so to speak – we all have – since we left home, or he’d be so terrified he’d just fling the Ring in the River and bolt. But he’s still too frightened to start. And he isn’t worrying about us either: whether we’ll go along with him or no. He knows we mean to. That’s another thing that’s bothering him. If he screws himself up to go, he’ll want to go alone. Mark my words! We’re going to have trouble when he comes back. For he’ll screw himself up all right, as sure as his name’s Baggins."

[kitnjon]

LOTR WEEK - DAY 07 - HOBBIT DAY

[monikanarnia]

THE  LORD OF THE RINGS: The Rings of Power

2.05 "Halls of Stone"

[autistook]

ON THIS DAY | September 22nd

Bilbo and the Dwarves arrive at Lake Town