#love the idea of him being gandalf :3

[wrecked-fuse]

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[finnritter]

fit prompt: Where does Turgon get Glamdring?

Turgon watched the last of his lords trickle out of the meeting room, eager to go about their day after several long and exhausting discussions, until he alone remained behind in the empty room.

He opened a window, stretched his stiff shoulders and leaned down to rest his arms on the windowsill, enjoying just for a moment the fresh air stroking his face and the breathtaking view over his city.

The moment he would step out of this room, he would have to retreat to his own studies, back to long-overdue (how was it always long-overdue, no matter how diligently he tried to catch up?) paperwork that he would spend the rest of the day absorbed in.

He loved to take those five minutes in between, when he could do nothing but exist, if only for a blink in time.

He had also noticed, with a spark of amusement, that those were usually the moments when someone would inevitably interrupt him, usually with the latest news of a crisis or an incident or any urgent sensation that was clearly not insolvable by anyone but the king, and still usually got taken to him. It happened alarmingly often, maybe that was why the paperwork never got done.

But today it seemed like he would be disappointed in this regard after all, and he already braced himself for the boredom of the evening, when he heard quick, light footsteps approaching from the hallway, which could only belong to Idril.

He turned around with a smile just as the huge door was pulled open and he was greeted by his daughter’s inquiring eye. Her face lit up as she spotted him.

“Ah, there you are!”

He crossed the room with a few long strides, until he could speak to her without raising his voice.

“You have been looking for me?”

“I want to show you something.”

Her briefness, paired with the telling smile tugging at her lips, made him assume that she would not be sharing much more until she had shown him whatever it was that she had prepared for him. He still asked her about it, curiously, while already holding the door for her and letting her lead him towards the main exit of the palace.

“It is a secret, Atya. A surprise”

“What is the date?”, Turgon asked with exaggerated shock. “Have I missed my own begetting day?”

“You wish”, Idril said with a rather unsettling twinkle in her eyes. “There is no way you would miss what Glorfindel has actually planned for your begetting day. No, although it is a gift, in a way, this is more part of a greater plan that has been brewing for a while now.”

“Now, you’re making it interesting. Why is it that you never tell me of your plans beforehand?”

“That is because the moment I, or anyone, tell you of an idea, you need to get involved yourself and can’t let go of it. It has proven to be way less nerve-wracking for all people involved to just present you with a fait accompli.”

She smiled sweetly at him and all his protests at her – unfortunately rather apt – depiction of his character melted into a half-hearted sigh.

“And this ‘fait accompli’ of yours is hidden in… where are you leading me? The forge?”

“Precisely.”

More was not to be winkled out of her, and so Turgon, who was secretly considering how much more things were being dealt with behind his back for the exact same reason, just resigned himself to his fate and followed her.

…

The secret, as she had called it, was actually waiting for him just outside the royal forge, held by an elf that Turgon recognized to be Angûr, arguably the best blacksmith of the House of the Hammer of wrath. In front of him, actually hiding the object of interest, stood another elf, currently studying it intently.

“Are you certain that he will like it? Maybe we should change the design of the gems after all, it does seem a little over the top, now that I think about it, I just couldn’t help myself. But maybe, before he sees it-”

Turgon frowned and Angûr, who seemed to have heard them approach unlike his companion, met his eyes and bowed his head. Turgon had never heard him speak, unsure if he couldn’t, or didn’t choose to after having been enslaved by the enemy for a long time, but his amused side-eye towards his companion – who Turgon deemed to recognize at once – spoke volumes.

“Angûr”, Turgon greeted, even more curious than before. “Enerdhil.”

The latter spun around at once as he heard his name being called and immediately stumbled into a rather frenzied bow.

“My King”, he exclaimed, once he had gathered himself. “I did not expect you here so soon.”

“And I did not expect to see you today, at all, albeit I’m pleased to see you faring well”, he said, sending an inquisitive look towards Idril, who had jumped up to sit on a low wall and watched the scene unfold with a curious smile.

“Ah, so you see, your fair daughter has commissioned a sword for from us”, Enerdhil explained, as she made no movement to answer. “It is to be yours, my King.”

“A sword?”, Turgon asked, still directed towards Idril. “I have a sword.”

“Enerdhil had an idea”, she said, open in her admiration for the young smith, who had grown to be a rather close friend to her. “To enforce weapons with magical Intent. He is the one who should be explaining de details, but I quite liked the idea and Rog and I gave the two of them permission to experiment with it. It is a prototype, so to speak.”

Turgon’s gaze wandered over to the two smiths, and now, as Enerdhil had stepped aside, he could see the sword, too. It was beautiful, he realized, before a wave of shame hit him at the knowledge that his first impression of a deadly weapon had been its beauty. But even at the second glance, there was no denying it.

The smooth steel of the blade gleamed almost white in the sunlight, and there were intricate carvings adorning its cross-guard and ricasso. Even the hilt was run through with gold and something that looked like ivory, ruel-bone maybe, and at last the pommel was decorated with two white gems, one on each side.

It did not look like a weapon that was meant to be stained with blood and gore, but then again, Turgon hoped that there wouldn’t be much need for excessive bloodshed in the next time, altogether.

As if he knew why Turgon was hesitating, Angûr wordlessly held it out to him at the hilt, an encouraging smile on his lips.

Turgon took it, swung it around by way of trial. It was a lot shorter than every sword everyone had ever forged for him, but inherently way better balanced and easier to wield so that Turgon, who had never been the most skilled swordsman after all, could easily forgive the slight loss of reach.

“It is beautifully balanced”, he said, complementary, but it must have been obvious that he still didn’t quite understand the intent of a gift such as this one, and Enerdhil cleared his throat.

“That is all Angûr’s work. It is a marvellous weapon on its own, one worthy for a king, in times of peace and war alike”, he said. “But its true strength, and the true reason a simple jewel-smith such as myself decided to get involved in a project like this, lies in those carvings, you see.”

He gestured for Turgon to hold the blade steady and ran his nimble fingers over the delicate runes that were etched into the steel. Turgon noticed his voice becoming more certain and clear the more he spoke about his work, and listened intently.

“They are not only for decoration”, he said. “Those runes at the top bind the sword to its wielder and their purpose, and they are meant to protect them, to a certain degree. They absorb some of the force of impact above the blade, meaning that blocking and even hard hits are easier on the hands. It is fairly practical and works quite well, you can try it out later, if you wish.”

“That seems practical, indeed”, Turgon considered. “And those runes on the blade? What are they for?”

“They”, Enerdhil said. “Are the truly fun part. And the experimental part, for we are actually not quite sure if and how they will work, in the end.

They are meant to protect the wielder from foes, the lowly henchmen of the Enemy specifically, and as you can read in the wording of the runes, they are meant to deal orcs great damage in particular.”

“Meant to?”

“Well, we had no orcs to try it out on, so… What exactly will happen remains a mystery. But that is the fun part of magic, after all. You just light the spark, set in some gems to keep it glowing, and what happens after that is out of your hands.”

Turgon did not find this very encouraging, but the young smith sounded so pleased with himself, his eyes gleaming with an expression of pure creative energy that was so particularly Noldorin that Turgon couldn’t help but be intrigued by the magnificence of the creation. He swung it around some more, getting a feel for its astoundingly light weight in his hand, and asked a lot of questions that Enerdhil eagerly answered.

“I like it”, he decided in the end, genuinely. “Thank you for making this for me, I’m sure it will accomplish great deeds when it is next needed, although I hope that this day still lies in the distant future.”

“I don’t doubt it, my King”, Enerdhil answered with a bow, not elaborating which part of the sentence he was agreeing to.

“Oh and Enerdhil”, Turgon added, as Angûr was sheathing the blade with the look of a parent who was sending his child out on their own for the first time. “I may know someone who will undoubtedly love this idea. If you ever think about improving on your prototype, better make one for the Lord Ecthelion as well.”

[cogentranting]

Rating Non-Disney Animated Horse Designs

I’m back by popular demand/well not really but my optimism’s grand

A sequel to my Disney horse Rating post for all the other random non-Disney horses. Dreamworks, Bluesky, random cartoons, anything I could find. Featuring: Altivo, Spirit, some Barbie horses, and a few abominations.

Horse (Sing)

6/10 I don’t hate it and I feel like I should because it’s really hard to anthropomorphize horses that much without making them into the stuff of nightmares.

Shadowfax (The Lord of the Rings) 

5/10 There’s nothing WRONG with him per se, but it’s SHADOWFAX. Lord of all horses. He should wow me, and he doesn’t. Check out Gandalf’s weird sock-boots though. 

Hervé (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper) 

-6/10 Horses' mouths don’t look like that. Horses’ mouths should not look like that. This thing wants to eat human flesh but can’t because it has two solid curved huge teeth with no physical  relationship with its jaw. Also this horse has the beginnings of male-pattern baldness. 

Princess Brietta (Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus)

1/10 Her eyes are flat like they’ve been painted onto her socketless skull. And there’s something very off-putting about this shade of pink. 

Beauty, Merry Legs, Ginger (Black Beauty) 

4/10 Ginger isn’t ginger. That is not a sorrel horse. There’s ONE requirement. Beauty’s the best of the three which is I guess what counts. 

Hans, Klaus and Greta (Ferdinand) 

2/10 I hate them so much. The core design isn’t that bad but the way they move and pose is. No horse should make that face. The one on the left is stretched putty.

The Grand Chawhee (All Dogs Go to Heaven)

I know what you’re thinking-- “isn’t that a mule or a donkey of some sort?” No. He’s a racehorse. Maybe a thoroughbred. And it’s his birthday so the other horses let him win. 

9/10

Stella (All Dogs Go to Heaven)

1/10 She gets one point for being nice to Chawhee. But she’s clearly some sort of alien giraffe hybrid. 

Odette’s horse (Swan Princess) 

7/10 Just a nice little palomino design.  

That little shaggy pony (The Quest for Camelot)

12/10 Amazing. Look at the determination.

Buck (Barnyard) 

2/10 See this is what that horse from Sing COULD have looked like. 

The Horse in the Back, Not Klaus But I Couldn’t FInd a Better Picture (Klaus)

9/10 He matches his owner and I respect that

Leah (The Star) 

4/10 This is horse is voiced by Kelly Clarkson. That has nothing to do with her rating, I just thought you should know. 

(Starchaser: The Legend of Orin) 

8/10 for both. I have questions but I do not want answers. It’s better this way. 

Fred (Over the Garden Wall)

7/10 don’t love that his head is a different color than his body in a weird way but he looks neurotic and fun. 

The Chariot Horses (Prince of Egypt)

8/10 I’ve just always liked these guys with their square faces and fun hats. 

Altivo (The Road to El Dorado)

7/10 Look at the little curl in his mane. Good personality. A little too much “Dreamworks Face” 

Donkey in Horse Form (Shrek 2? one of the Shreks) 

3/10 Look at his face. I DREAD what he might have to say. 

Esmeralda, Esperanza, Ernestina (Madgascar 3)

2/10 They’re coming for you. Coming to drag you into the Abyss. 

Police Horse (Madagascar)

7/10 I like his face shape. Compare him to the Madgascar 3 horses-- look how much more identifiable as a horse he is. 

Melvin (The Lorax)

10/10 He’s not a horse, but he’s so fluffy I love him. 

Babieca (Puss in Boots)

4/10 This horse has dead eyes. 

Onyx (Rise of the Guardians) 

13/10 She’s the leader of the nightmares and I would fully support her terrorizing the dreams of children. I’m pretty sure she and her mares ate the boogie man. A true Girlboss.

Yi Min (Kung Fu Panda but I think just an online game) 

-20/10 Just from a design perspective there’s far too much going on so it’s hard to even make it all out. Also I would have zero idea that this was a horse if the wiki page didn’t tell me it was. It has split hooves? 

Spirit Jr. (Spirit: Riding Free) 

8/10 Objectively I know the design is good  but my heart rebels against this show’s existence. 

Boomerang Thomas Stone (Spirit: Riding Free) 

8/10 I’m not doing all the horses from this show but I had to throw him in because he’s cute and he has a middle and last name for some reason.

Horse (Centaurworld) 

Why are there two distinctly different designs for her? This one gets a 9/10. The round one is like... a 5. All the other creatures in this show are eldritch abominations that will haunt me in my sleep now. 

Esperanza and all the other horses from this movie (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) 

10/10 No notes. Perfect horses. 

Rain (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) 

15/10 I don’t have a joke here I just really like the way they differentiated her and made her pretty without too much anthropomorphizing. I like that she has a roman nose.  I like her feather. 

Spirit (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)

100/10 He’s everything. He shaped me as a person. No other animated horse can compare. 

[maximwtf]

Hello person- I must say I love reading your lil fanfics always keeps me busy when It's in the middle of the night and I can't sleep lmao.

If I may, if you are still accepting requests- A Legolas x reader, where the reader isn't aware of a custom that elves have about braiding their hair and basically just accidentally confesses to him when they get bored one day and just start braiding his hair and only finds out when the Fellowship congratulates them for confessing or something along those lines hehehe

Legolas x reader

words: 1930

google docs pages: 3

warnings: none? fluff :D 

opening: One day while you’re bored, you begin to braid Legolas’ hair, unaware of its meaning to the elves. It’s only later, when you find out the message behind it. 

AN// Thank you so much for this request, love the idea! (this also gives me a reason to not write the other ideas I've been putting off xd) idk if this is a little ooc, but I hope it’s okay^^ It’s also lovely to hear that you enjoy my work!^^ Reader can be any gender !

         “A time for congratulations?”

It hadn’t been long since you had joined the fellowship from Rivendell, like most of the others had too. The only one you knew better than the others was Legolas. Him you had met more than a few times in the past, mostly as an accident, but you did genuinely enjoy his company. You’d never admit it to anyone in the group, but you were happy that he had been the one from Mirkwood to join. You heard it had been his father who had suggested befriending Aragorn to him, and it was when Legolas had begun to look for Aragorn that he had met you. Aragorn you had only met a few times, and back then only knew him as “strider” like most. The others you had only met when the Fellowship had been formed, but all of them had seemed okay. 

Now, trailing behind Legolas, you examined your surroundings silently. Old trees with roots going all across the forest blocked the view on your right and on the left only a few trees were growing, enjoying the sun they were able to get. The trees on the left casted dark shadows on the almost non existent road you were walking on. Gandalf had seemed to be very certain that there was a trail going here, but you weren’t so sure. But since no one else had doubted him, you had decided to just follow along. At least you weren’t going to get lost alone.

As your gaze moved from left to right, amazed by the sturdy old trees, being able to stand for such a long time, you noticed Legolas turning to look at you for a moment. It was only for a split second, but it made you humm to yourself. Perhaps he was happy to see you too. It was rarely that you could spend more time with him, mostly just short bump ins every now and then. He was a prince, and probably had a lot to do.

The group seemed to have noticed the darkened shadows of the trees, and decided to set camp for the night. The sun seemed to be setting, making the casted shadows even darker before the sky would begin to follow along. Spreading the darkness of the upcoming night all over.

You had agreed to take the first watch shift of the night before anyone could steal it from you. You’d rather stay up late and go to sleep than wake up in the middle of the night to take your turn. Boromir and Gimi seemed to have collected some bigger pieces of wood and some sticks that Aragorn had been able to set on fire to create a campfire. Legolas, you and the hobbits helped to bring some rocks and logs around the fire so everyone could sit. Sam had requested if he could make something to eat, and surprisingly enough no one had disagreed. The start of the night seemed to be going smoothly. 

As Sam had begun to cook some kind of a soup or a stew, everyone else had spread around the fire. Some were fixing up their weapons and others just talking. You swore you had seen Merry and Pippin bothering Boromir too. You on the other hand had found a spot close to the fire. Most of the ‘seats’ had been taken, but that just allowed you to sit closer to the warming flames of the campfire. Legolas had seated himself near you. You could hear him lowering his bow and the quiver against the log he was sitting on. Other than that and the quiet talking, the only noise you could hear was the mixing of the soup Sam was making. Sometimes the ladle would hit the edges of the saucepan, causing a small noise to break the silent gaps.The moon was only a half, but since there weren't a lot of clouds in the sky, it was able to shine its light all over the forest. At times it felt like time had stopped after the sun had started to go down, and was still shining some light over the fellowship. It was only the cold night air that let you know it indeed was almost time to go and rest. 

You shivered under your clothes, pulling the cloak closer to you, making sure it was properly over your shoulders. Something rustled behind you, and soon another cape was placed over you. A small ‘huh?’ left your mouth as you turned to look who it was. Legolas clipped the front clip shut so the cloack wouldn’t fall off of you. “You seemed cold.” He said, smiling slightly as he sat back down. “I- Thank you.” You said, still confused by the gesture. “Aren’t you going to be cold?” You then asked, feeling bad if he’d have to freeze because of you. The elf laughed lightly at your question and shook his head. “Elves can tolerate the cold better than humans, therefore you should keep it.” He explained to you. 

You had never really thought of how different you were to him. Sure, you were friends with him, but you had no idea that the elves could tolerate the cold better than humans. Maybe you’d find out something else about him as the fellowship continued. This had to only one from many things that made elves so different from you. 

You noticed that the faint light of the moon made his almost white hair look magical. The usually well braided strands of hair had opened up from the fighting the group had gone through with a few orcs earlier that day. You had noticed that the prince usually kept his hair well done, but maybe he hadn’t noticed yet. 

Not being sure if you’d embarrass him if you pointed it out, you got up and sat next to him. You weren’t an elf but you had gotten your hair done before and over the years learned how to braid hair in different styles. So without another word, you took a hold of one of the half opened braids and began to undo it completely. Legolas seemed to have tensed up for a moment and you felt his eyes on you, but to your surprise he soon turned his gaze away and let you continue. 

You braided the first strand of hair, pulling it behind his ear the way you’d seen him usually have them. After starting to fix the other one, you felt another pair of eyes on the two of you. With a quick look you found out who it was. Aragorn was sitting on the other side of the campfire with an amused look on his face. Not understanding what he had found amusing, you kept on working on Legolas’ hair. The prince’s hair was smooth and easy to work with. Humming to yourself, “you have lovely hair.” You said quietly, seeing the man shiver, but saying nothing about it. You were enjoying the moment, getting to feel closer to your friend for once. The warmth of Legolas’ cloak and the fire kept you warm and protected from the gusts of wind. The smell of the soup Sam had made was good, and it felt great to know you were going to be eating something that not only would taste good but also would be warm. You felt like you had only been eating bread and apples for such a long time. 

You finished the other braid and mixed it in with the unbraided parts of his hair. “Both are fixed again.” You hummed mostly to yourself but out loud so Legolas could hear it too. You felt his eyes on you for a moment before they moved to Sam, when he handed the both of you a bowl with some steaming soup in it. You thanked the hobbit with a nod, and began to eat. From the corner of your eye, you caught Aragorn telling Gimli something and them both silently laughing. Trying not to pay no mind to the conversation, you couldn't help but to wonder if it was about what Aragorn had found so amusing earlier?

After that night, many more passed. Some worse and some just as good, but what kept everyone going was the mission and the people in the fellowship. Legolas never mentioned anything about you braiding his hair, and he even let you do it once or twice after. But after every time, it felt like more eyes were on the two of you. It was first only Aragorn, then Gimli joined and soon even Gandalf was in on it. At times it felt like even Legolas knew what was going on. 

After some time of you being oblivious of what had been going on, you decided to bring it up. You had so many theories of what they could have been up to, that you just had to find out. Making your way from the back of the group to where Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli were, you prepared yourself. “What are you hiding from me?” This got the attention of the three, all of them slowing down their walking speed a little. “Whatever do you mean?” Legolas asked, giving Aragorn a quick look, almost as if he was trying to tell the man something. “You all clearly have been sharing a rumor or something along the lines of that.” You replied, but didn’t get an answer from anyone for a moment. “You should tell them.” Gandalf’s voice rang from the front of the group, clearly also aware of what you were talking about. “It isn’t a rumor per say.” Gimli started, looking at Aragorn for a moment, hoping he’d take it from there. You saw Legolas look away, not taking part in the conversation. “We wished to congratulate you on confessing to Legolas.” Your eyes widened for a moment, and without even wanting to, a “what?” Left your mouth. “They weren’t aware, Aragorn.” Legolas finally joined in, looking at his friend. “What is this all about?” You tilted your head. “When you braid his hair. See, to elves it has a significant meaning behind it.” Aragorn tried to explain. Your hand traveled over your mouth, clearly shocked. “And you didn't think to tell me?” You blushed slightly, smacking Legolas’ arm lightly. He stopped, taking a light hold of your hand to pause you as well. “I wanted to explain it to you but I found that..” He tried to look for words for a moment, and you let him. “I found that I cared for you that way, and I wasn’t certain if you had found the meaning yourself...” His eyes met yours again, after traveling for a moment. You stayed silent, not even noticing that the rest of the fellowship had also stopped near the two of you. “But I am aware that I should have told-” Legolas broke the silence but you stopped him before he could finish. “It’s all okay. I feel similar.” You admitted, looking away for a second. “Is this a better time for congratulations?” Gimli’s voice asked from behind you as Aragorn walked closer as well. “Yes, yes it is.” You smiled and turned back to Legolas. His eyes looked at you with admiration in them. “Gi Melin.” (I love you)

[wordbunch]

You’re in the Fellowship and the Hobbits have a crush on you...

a/n: lol there’s no explanation for this, just a cutesy idea that came to me. yes I know I’m still not finished with my Legolas story 😅 no warnings here, just fluff and chaos 💛 (the reader here is human/elf/dwarf/anything but a hobbit for extra fascination 😆) lemme know how you liked it! 😘

+ tagging @starlady66 as requested

For starters let's just (re)establish one thing: being subtle and lowkey is not something any of them vibe with (except sometimes Frodo)

If you're an Elf, Sam would be infatuated with you beyond words. You would just be talking about something and he'd stare with the biggest heart eyes, and then blush furiously either when one of his friends point it out, or when you make eye contact with him - he'd be so red in the face

Oftentimes he would ask you lots of questions with genuine curiosity, and you would be more than happy to answer, whether it's about historical events, songs and stories, customs of your own race, your travels... Anything, and he wants to know it all

Whenever he cooks for the fellowship, you (after Frodo, of course) get the most delicious piece of whatever he made, you caught on it fairly quickly

Many times the Hobbits will talk about you (only the best, of course), but they would be unaware of how loud they're being, and you would hear so many adorable comments and try not to giggle

"Did you see how [y/n] fought off that orc?!"

Frodo would enjoy engaging with you in meaningful, deep conversations, and you think he's wonderful to talk to, yet the spark in his eyes gives him away. And sometimes he has a little smile on his face, no matter what you talk about, he just enjoys talking to you and having your full attention 🥺

wait hold up, Sam would give you random flowers he found along the way, or he would just show you and teach you about many different plants

Like I said, Frodo would be the most lowkey of all of them, but you picked up easily on his mannerisms and you can now read him like a book

You have a great knowledge of Middle-earth and he often wants to consult with you when trying to make a decision where to go next

You yourself are very protective of the four Hobbits and just have a soft spot for all of them, you like to ruffle their curly hair and sometimes tell them a legend or sing an ancient song as they go to sleep

They all love to stay close to you when you're walking over long distances, especially Frodo and Pippin

Firstly, they feel safe with you, secondly, they enjoy your company

You try to always reassure them in little ways

You always always always have a snack or a piece of candy in your pocket for any of them 🤫

You practice sword fighting with Frodo a lot, you're very concerned for his safety, of course

Sometimes that would make the other 3 just a tiny bit jealous, and then of course you'd have to do it with everyone

Gandalf had known you for a while and trusts you, therefore, all four Hobbits trust you completely

Merry is super loud and boisterous around you, shamelessly trying to get your attention, and then keep it for as long as possible

He likes to act all brave and tough when you get attacked by orcs, but more times than not you ended up saving him

Merry is definitely the boldest when it comes to openly complimenting you, and he's very dramatic about it also

In comparison to him, Sam can sometimes feel extra shy and inadequate, but you make sure to let him know you appreciate him and what he does and says

He's just as important!!!!

Sam would tell Frodo that he's crushing on you (not like it's hard to tell...) and when Frodo says he's having the same feelings, Sam immediately wants to back out but Frodo is like "you really think [y/n] would end up with either of us?"

Merry and Pippin enjoy telling you stories of their mischievous adventures so much, and they exaggerate stuff so much in order to make themselves seem cooler

You think they're unbelievably fun either way

So, Pippin is canonically the smallest and youngest and you have an EXTRA soft spot for him, and also he's the most painfully obvious about his crush

He's always sooo embarrassed when Gandalf is strict with him because you can also hear the wizard's reprimands of the young Hobbit

He blushes furiously and he gives you a sad baby look and you always reassure him that "accidents can happen to anyone" and "Gandalf can just be grumpy like that, it's not your fault"

More than once he instinctively hid behind you in a dangerous situation

Sometimes for safety he likes to hold the hem of your cloak and fiddle with it as you walk - helps him get his mind off of all the impending dangers

The other 3 Hobbits would relentlessly make fun of him for being so obvious but he doesn't care in the slightest

Many times when you were alone on the night watch, one of the Hobbits just happened to be unable to sleep and would keep you company instead

Once during the night watch Merry was hanging out with you and laughed so loudly at something you said that half of the fellowship woke up and wanted to strangle him

Especially in those late hours Frodo likes to confide in you and even talk about his dreams and visions that you try to interpret together

You teach Sam about the stars and constellations and phases of the moon

Almost every time Pippin joins you on the night watch, he ends up falling asleep like hugging you around your legs as you stand alert or something (i diagnose him with BABY)

He very much loves to give you cool rocks that he gathers on the way

If any of the Hobbits has an unpleasant dream that wakes them up, they come to you, you just have the calming protective energy (and candy in your pockets, when you think about that...)

If only one of them had a crush on you, it would be a lot to handle, let alone FOUR

But they're so cute that you just can't dismiss them or ignore them ever

And maybe all that lovely chaos is a good distraction from everything bad happening around you

[yve-barr]

Promise braids

Warnings: legolas (yes he is a warning), use of Y/n, touching someone without consent, reader is half elf half human, also this is my first fic ever so sorry it'll be shite <3

Pairings: legolas X F!reader

Au where Gandalf goes to Rohan alone and tells the three besties to go someplace safe until he can meet them again.

I've always liked the idea that the braids in elves hair are promises made to them so that's what's happening in this.

You heard a knock coming from the door. Walking towards it you called out,

"who is it?"

"it's me Legolas, me and my companions need a place to sleep tonight," he replied.

"how many of you are there?" You asked whilst opening the door.

"Only three," answered a dwarf to legolas's left. You stepped aside and gestured for them to enter.

Once everyone had entered and the door was firmly locked, legolas took you aside. "We are being hunted, we need a safe place to stay. With someone we trust."

"who's chasing you?"

"Orc's but we will be gone before they arrive," he took your hand in his. "You need not worry about us, about me."

"but what about the town, if the orcs think you are here they will burn this place to the ground and me with it." You pointed out.

"well you would come with us, you shalln't go all the way with us to Isengard but-"

"To Isengard? Your going to Isengard? Why?," You cut him off.

"I can't tell you my love, all I can say is that we need your help."

"and you know I would do anything for you, and yet you still refuse to stay by my side for long."

"I promise you this is the last quest the last adventure before I am yours."

You sighed, "Would they like to eat?" You gestured a thumb towards the ranger, and the dwarf who were now talking of hobbits and wizards you didn't know.

"yes, we haven't eaten in a week." Legolas looked ashamed.

"this must be an important quest my love." You kissed his cheek before walking of to your pantry and gathering foods enough for three meals.

When you returned your guests were sitting at the table patiently waiting. Gently you placed hams, cheeses and fruits in front of them, before fetching plates, cutlery and 2 glasses filled with wine.

"If anything is not to your tastes please tell me." You said before fetching a pint of ale for the dwarf. Who beamed upon your generosity.

Once your guests were eating they told you tales of orcs and hobbits, until all the food had gone and you showed them to rooms.

"master dwarf you can sleep here tonight, the lavatory is the door across from yours in the hall and through that door," you pointed to a door inside the room, "is master rangers room."

"please call me Gimli," requested the dwarf shaking your hand.

"of course, sleep well Gimli." You said before closing the door.

"master ranger this is-"

"Aragorn," he said before slipping inside the room and closing the door.

"well that's that then," you said before taking legolas's hand and entering your own bedroom.

"Are you sure it is wise for us to share? I do not wish the others to find out about us," he asked as you took of your dress and tucked yourself under the duvet.

"well then by all means sleep on the floor, but I do not have anymore rooms," upon hearing that he undressed and slipped under the covers to join you.

When dawn came you awoke to legolas sleeping peacefully beside you. And not very hushed whispers coming from down the hall.

"It is not impolite to awaken first Gimli."

"Aye but it is rude to wander someone else's home whilst they sleep," you decided to go and see what all the fuss was about. Sitting up you swung your legs over the side of the bed and felt a soft hand glide down your side.

"Where do you think your going?" Murmered a sleepy legolas. As he trailed kisses up your back.

"to go and help my guests." You slipped out of bed and pulled on the same dress as yesterday. "Should I expect you to get up?" You asked kissing his forehead.

"yeah, give me a moment," he pulled the duvet off of him, and you left him to dress.

Walking into your front room you saw Aragorn and Gimli sitting across from eachother.

"would you two care for breakfast?" You asked already making your way to the kitchen.

"yes please," Gimli emphasized the please and Aragorn rolled his eyes.

You pulled out four bowls and filled them with porridge and honey topped with toasted acorns. Putting them down infront of the two you then sat on the right of Gimli. And you all began to eat.

"You know legolas never told us your name," commented Aragorn matter of factly.

"My name is Y/n," you told them and Gimli smiled.

"a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he grinned at you.

"The dwarf is right it truly suits you," added Aragorn. You were about to reply when Legolas entered the room, now Fully clothed.

Silently he took his seat next to Aragorn and started eating.

"I'm going into the market today," you announced. "You are welcome to come with me or stay here."

"we need to go into the town's library, if you'll take is to it?" Aragorn said.

"of course, but may I ask why?" you asked.

"to meet a friend of ours." Answered Aragorn simply.

"will you be leaving after that? Or will I have the pleasure of your company for longer."

"we don't know, although I suspect we shall take our leave," you nodded before taking all the empty bowls and bringing them into the kitchen and beginning to wash them along with the plates from last night.

You were just finishing cleaning the last plate when you dropped it and it shattered against the hard floor.

"oh, bastard," you swore as a shard tore into your ankle just bow the hem if your skirt.

Holding onto the wall for support you got off the stool you had been sitting on , picking up the shards of porcelain you binned them and placed your foot upon the stool.

Carefully sweeping your hair out of your eyes you assessed the wound.

Biting your lip you yanked on the small peice of porcelain and it sliced across your skin enlarging the cut to almost triple the size.

You cried out at the sharp needles of pain traveling through your nerves.

Suddenly legolas, Aragorn and Gimli were in the room.

"sorry I saw a bee," you lied quickly dropping your skirt so it hid the blood pouring out of the gash.

Legolas grabbed your ankle and tugged the skirt up to your knee watching as the blood dribbled down your foot and dripped onto the floor "quite a nasty bee," he said making eye contact.

"I cut myself on a bit of broken plate," you couldn't lie with him looking at you like a puppy denied attention.

"you will be the death of me Y/n, wheres your first aid kit?" He shook his head resigningly.

"top shelf on the left." Aragorn Hurriedly lifted it down and handed it to legolas.

"well we'll just be through here then," said Gimli then he and Aragorn left.

"you must be more careful my love," legolas scolded, "had you been sitting on the floor it could have been your eye," legolas gestures to a shard of plate left stuck in the wall next to where your shoulder had been.

"you say it like I dropped the thing on purpose," you rolled your eyes.

"No I am merely concerned," legolas wrapped a bandage around the wound after putting a weird ointment on it. "Make sure you change this regularly or the wound may get infected."

"why would I do that when I have you to do it for me," you scrunched your nose in amusement. But he didn't seem to find it funny. As you turned back to the shelf and lifted the kit back up to it you felt strong hands on your waist slowly trailing up and down your sides. Then you felt his hot breath on your neck.

"you should really listen to me you know," he kissed your neck. "Because one day I'll stop repeatedly telling you, and you will have no idea what to do with yourself."

"well I manage just fine when your not here, which is pretty much always."

You could feel your blood boiling, he was never here but when he was he always had something to scold you about.

"I'm here now," he kissed the spot just under your ear before taking your earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it gently.

Your blood was filled with a new kind of fire as legolas left your ear to suck a mark into your neck.

"Legolas," you gasped, your voice barely audible. But he heard and spun you round in his arms.

"yes my love?" He whispered.

"not here," you were surprised you could talk, as your thoughts were lost in his eyes which were blown dark with lust, his pupils almost ingulfing his entire iris.

Legolas left a quick kiss on your lips before he left rejoining the others.

Breathing heavily you took a few moments to gather your thoughts back together before following him.

"So this is the market?" Said Gimli.

"yup this is it," you gestured to the many stalls and shops laid out in front of you. "I just need to buy a few things before we go to the library."

"well then what are we waiting for," said Aragorn. As he tried to enter the mass of people.

"Wait do you all have money?" You stopped him.

"no why?" He answered.

"take this," you handed all three a small bag of money, "I wouldn't want you to be mistaken for theaves. Plus the more money you have on you the more you will be respected, so try not to spend it all."

"I shall not spend a single penny," said Gimli before he disappeared into the crowd, swiftly followed by Aragorn.

"Well in we go," you muttered before moving towards a small stall selling rings. Pretending you didn't know legolas was still by your side you examined one of the many rings. It was a band of muted gold woven round ruby's of the finest origin.

"If this is a hint directed at me, consider it ignored," legolas sighed.

"I was only looking," you tutted but placed the ring back down and moved to the next stall, filled with fabrics and ribbons.

Picking up a roll of white cloth you rubbed the corner between your thumb and forefinger.

"How much?" You asked the kind old woman behind the stall.

"Eight casters deary," smiled the woman sweetly. Silently you handed over the money and placed the fabric in your bag.

Legolas stared you down in this time.

"what did you need that for?" Legolas asked.

"well it's my job, that you would know nothing about because your never here," legolas was about to protest but you shushed him. "I'm a seamstress, I make various garments and such."

You started walking away again when you heard a kerfuffle to your right, turning towards it you saw Gimli running towards you at top speed, pushing people out of the way as he went.

"your right I shouldn't have spent it all," Gimli puffed. Behind him you could see 5 guards running alot faster towards him.

"stand back I'll handle it," you said and pushed him behind you.

The gaurds stopped infront of you.

"is there a problem?" You inquired.

"We suspect that dwarf of theiving," boomed one of the gaurds.

"well did he steal anything?" You quirked an eyebrow.

"No, but he has no money, what would someone without any money be doing in a market if he wasn't theiving," pronounced the gaurd proudly.

"well maybe he has just spent all his money in said market."

"Ah but then he would have something to show for it wouldn't he," said the gaurd before saying in a more menacing tone "are we gonna have a problem pretty lady?" then he leered over you trailing his right hand down your cheek slowly bringing it lower until it rested on your breast, a wicked grin on his face.

You felt legolas move his hand to his sword and Gimli shift into a fighting stance.

"no sir," slowly you turned to Gimli.

"What did you buy with the money?" You asked kindly.

Looking ashamed Gimli looked down.

"I bought myself some more ale," he mumbled.

"see, if you so desire we shall find where he bought the ale, but I wouldn't want to waste your time sir," you tilted your head and stuck your bottom lip out just enough that you wouldn't notice the difference but your lips would look slightly bigger.

"no that shalln't be necessary," he said before leaving, the other gaurds following close behind.

"That was close," you sighed before turning back around.

"Why did you let him touch you," legolas grimaced and Gimli nodded.

"Well if I didn't it would have made things worse."

"I thought we made a deal," Said legolas in elvish as he stepped closer. Your breathe caught in your throat as legolas trailed his finger along the braid neatly woven into your hair.

"legolas," you warned and he stepped back again.

"Legolas," called a voice from the crowd and milliseconds later Aragorn appeared. "Gandalf has arrived."

The two others quickly followed as Aragorn hurried up the library steps and into the vast halls filled with books. With you trailing behind them almost tripping over your long ankle length dress.

When you finally stopped it was to find yourself before a tall old man with long white hair and a beard to match. You ducked behind a bookshelf and listened.

"Gandalf what happened?" Asked Aragorn.

"Saroman had corrupted the king's mind, but worry not all is well," Gandalf smiled. Although you could feel a but coming. "But you three must go and fight at helm's deep."

"where?" Gimli asked.

"it is a fortress north west from here. I assume the people of Rohan have fled there?" Aragorn explained.

"yes and they need some help."

Legolas's hand went to the braid woven on his right. His fingers felt the length of it before he took his hand back down.

"I can't go," he said briskly.

They all looked at him shocked.

"But you have to!" Exclaimed Gandalf.

"You said the fortress was Northwest, well Rohan is southeast, meaning the enemy must pass through here."

"yes well it is but a small town a small sacrifice compared to how many would die if you did not come. You cannot save these people legolas."

"I don't care about the people, but her, no. I shall not leave her, nor will I bring her to die."

"legolas, saroman cares not for these shack's. We need you at helm's deep."

"did I stutter? I won't leave her here."

"Legolas, you would let innocent people die for the sake of one girl?"

"she is not a girl she is my best friend and besides I shall not be missed I am but one archer."

"I thought I was your best friend," muttered Gimli.

"we need all the help we can get," Gandalf boomed, several people turned to look and the librarian did not look amused.

"we cannot talk here, where are you staying?"

The three exchanged looks. Feeling they had noticed your absence you quickly fled, hoping they didn't see you leave.

Rushing down the library steps and into the now deserted side streets, market day could wait.

You dashed down alleyway after alleyway until you found yourself at the stables on the edge of town.

You allowed yourself a moment to catch your breath before you walked past the stables and down to the moorlands.

Looking around you found yourself alone.

Subconsciously your hand shot up to the braids in your hair fiddling with them.

You thought of what legolas had said. He wasn't leaving you. Not this time.

Walking around the last outskirts of town you saw your own house sitting with its neighbours next to the main road.

Slipping inside through the backdoor you were greeted with the sounds of frantic arguing.

You gulped, they had beat you back.

"where is she?"

"she's probably still at the market."

"I swear she was just behind us."

"arguing won't find her."

"Y/ns smart she'll know we're here."

"but how will we know where she is."

"maybe she's still at the market."

"we searched the market 3 times she's not there."

Stepping into your main room you spoke up making sure you were heard. "wow three whole times and yet you still failed to look else where,"

"Y/n!" Legolas jumped up and rushed to you stopping just short he squeezed your shoulder in his left hand. "Thank god your safe, we were worried."

Suddenly Gimli poked your side hard.

"Ow," you exclaimed.

"that's for makin us worried, and this," Gimli hugged you tight. "Is fer coming back,"

"it is good to see you too, I'm afraid I walked the long way back so-"

"The long way," scoffed Aragorn, "you took 2 hours," Then he stood and walked over to you and patting your back. "You scared us, don't do it again."

"I'll try not to," you smiled. Before the same man as before cleared his throat. "who's this?" You asked.

"I am Gandalf."

"I assume you are the person they went to meet?"

"yes I am and the four of us must leave within the hour," legolas swiveled around his grip on your shoulder tightening.

"Gandalf!" He warned.

"you two should pack your things," Gandalf ignored legolas. Gimli nodded, then he and Aragorn left.

"Gandalf I have told you once I will not go with you," legolas let go of your shoulder and took a step towards Gandalf.

"and I told you hundreds will die if you stay."

"may they rest in peace," legolas spat.

"legolas," you gasped. Horrified at his words. Both of them turned to you. "If people will die you must go."

"if I go you will die," legolas tried to reason.

"that is no excuse I am but one person if hundreds will die you must go!" You were astonished that he could even consider this matter.

"no I won't leave you, not again," he said sternly.

"legolas!" You exclaimed.

"No Y/n," legolas raised his voise and you stopped arguing. "I love you to much, if I leave and you die I will never Ever forgive myself, especially if I could have done something about it," legolas tucked one of your braids behind your ear.

"then let me go with you," you nagged.

"I shall never leed you to your death like that."

"I'm not asking I'm telling, take me or leave me just pick one, but you must go," you said exasperatedly.

"I thought you wanted me to stay?"

"I do my love but not-" slowly he bent down and captured your lips in his own. Softly curving his mouth across yours. You melted into him, before recoiling in disgust.

When he saw your expression he frowned.

"don't ever try to manipulate me like that again." With that you turned on your heal and marched into your bedroom fuming.

"wait Y/n!" He called after you.

"I don't want to hear it!" You mumbled through the tears coursing down your cheeks .

Half an hour had past and you still lay in your bed trying to delude yourself with possible reasons to why legolas would do that.

When the justling of things had ceased you were met with the quiet discussion of how to say goodbye to you.

Just then your door creeked open and legolas stood in its frame. He took a step into the room and shut the door.

"what do you want?" You asked a fresh tear sliding down your face.

"to apologise, I didn't think and-" he stopped something had cought his eye. He took a step back and slid down against the wall.

"What?" You didn't bother turning your head to look at him properly.

"your braid," you could hear his voice shake with unshared emotions and his eyes fill with unshed tears.

Bringing your hand up to your hair you felt through the crinkles on the left side of your head.

"you broke your promise, I undid the braid. I don't see a problem."

"I didn't mean-"

"but we can make new promises, you can try again." You sat up the hair tie still in your hand. Carefully you sat down in-between his legs facing away from him.

Silently you passed him the hair tie.

"what do you want me to promise to you?"

"your honesty," you murmured. So quietly that had it not been for legolas's elvish sences he would have missed it.

Once he had heard the tears he had been holding back slid from his eyes and he leant his forehead against your shoulder.

You leant back against him so his back was firmly against the wall. Your own tears mixing with his.

"I'm sorry, Y/n, your everything to me. I just didn't want to lose you too," he sobbed into your neck.

"I don't need an explanation," you turned your head and kissed his temple.

"I love you," he said through his tears.

"I love you too."

Part two

https://www.tumblr.com/yve-barr/739251847858126848/promise-braids-part-2?source=share

[mushroomwitches]

Okay so I am very adhd and have like a ton of drafts started for some fanfic ideas and wanted to focus on one to start with, but I wanted to get peoples opinions because I’m also very indecisive! Below the cut I will explain each option I have that I’ve started to help!

Slight Spoiler warnings

Option 1: okay so this idea is inspired by mamuro-chiba-ua ‘s artwork here on tumblr, though I have seen other talk about in on here, but their artwork and Au made me start to wonder how being the uncle to Vivi would effect buggy! This would focus on buggy as he goes about his life and would be a cross guild (crocodile, mihawk, and buggy! )

Option 2: for whatever reason kaveh and Alhaitham give me the swan Princess vibes. So this story would follow kaveh as he is captured by Dori and given to a mysterious man who changes him into a paradisea by day, only allowing him to return to his human form at night to build for him. Can Alhaitham save him or will he be trapped forever ( featuring Tighnari, collei and Layla as the others trapped with Kaveh and also turned into animals, Cyno as Alhaitham friend and Faruzan as the overly annoyed and sarcastic advisor to Alhaitham )

Option 3: so this one could either be gigolas or aralas, both work and I am a multi shipper who loves both options! I could also tweak this and make it a throuple if anyone is interested in that. But basically I was a total band kid and feel like Legolas would be a color guard member. Now if I do Gimli, that boy is definitely a percussionist, and I would say I could see him in the drum line as a bass player. If it’s Aragorn, I am a little more torn on that, I could see Aragorn as either a low brass player or the drum major! Basically a fun marching band AU (specifically based on DCI (drum corps international) which goes to 21 so they would all be over the age of 18!)

Option 4: so I’ll set the stage. Bilbo is the lead in the local theater companies upcoming production of Les Miserables (could totally see him singing who am I, like the voice of the original Jean Val Jean just fits in my head). But oh no, Bilbo’s babysitter ( *cough cough* Gandalf) didn’t show up and now he has to bring baby frodo with him, but he has to practice. So he call Bofur, his friend from college to see if he could come to watch frodo while he’s performing. Bofur agrees easily, but is also currently dealing with a brooding Thorin after a really shitty date and decides to bring him with. Thorin isn’t thrilled, claiming to hate musicals and only like his metal and stuff he can play with the rest of the band, but sees Bofur won’t let it go and agrees to go. He goes right in time to watch Bilbo practice the who am I song and just is like damn. Basically meet cute here and then just follows their life from there with all of life’s up and downs (plus cute little kids with frodo, fili and kili)

Option 5: okay so shanks and buggy give off like such ex energy, and I just love the idea of they got like married real young and got divorced a year or 2 later because they both wanted different things, but they are forced together like 20 years later (either a job, event, taking care of roger who is sick, something like that) and being to fall in love again!

Option 6: so I feel like this is pretty self explanatory. Basically I have begun taking both the hobbit and lotr and putting them into the star wars universe! The hobbit would include ships like bagginshield and lotr would include ships like samfro, Aragorn x Arwen, and gigolas!

But yeah feel free to answer the poll and comment or pop into my inbox with any questions!

[southfarthing]

For the ask game: Faramir of course 🤭

one aspect about them i love

EVERYTHINGGGGGGGGGGGG ok ok. I love how committed he is to his own moral stance. he won't be swayed - not by the ring, not by his father - from his decision to do the honourable thing

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

HE'S NOT A PATHETIC BABY ohhhhh my god. oh my god. this guy basically told his dad he was a dumb bitch who killed his own son. to his face!!!!!!! and that he therefore has reason to not take his father's advice!!! faramir is smart and honourable and good yes but he is also shrewd and bitchy <3 and a literal mind-reader??? with prophetic dreams??????ok

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

finduilas used to read stories to him about numenor and dol amroth and the sea, so after she died, he felt closer to her among the dusty bookshelves in the archives. he determinedly learned how to read so that he could find her in the pages whenever he wanted to. this is where gandalf first found him - this small, black-haired boy with a book half his size in his lap.

one character i love seeing them interact with

eowyn....gandalf.......any and every hobbit........

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

ELROND!!!!!!!! you don't understand I'm obsessed with the idea of these two meeting at midsummer in minas tirith. also a scene or two with boromir would have been 🥹 oh and beregond!!!! like 'hi i committed treason and murder to save you. also i've been your biggest fan for years. and now i've been exiled/rewarded by being your personal guard. do you want to be my best friend' '...who's this guy?'

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

he and eowyn write books together about rohirric culture and history and legends and songs <3 wait i just had a Thought i'm gonna make a separate post

[frodothefair]

꧁ The Flowers of Mordor ꧂

Chapter 21 - On the Road

(Frodo and Bilbo picture by thorinds)

READ ON AO3┃READ FROM THE BEGINNING

SUMMARY : Frodo’s struggles after the quest are worsening, and Sam cannot tear himself in two, but he does hatch an idea. Sam’s sister, Marigold, is smart, pretty, vivacious, and a healer. Surely, she can nurse Frodo back to health and teach him to love life again – or so Sam hopes, when he invites her to work for Frodo at Bag End. But the course of love, and healing, never did run smooth. (J.R.R. Tolkien meets Jane Austen.)

CHAPTER SUMMARY :  On the way to the Grey Havens, Frodo has an unexpected encounter.

PAIRING : Frodo/Marigold Gamgee (Sam's sister in canon), Frodo/Sam (secondary) GENRES : hurt/comfort, sickfic, whump, angst, slow burn romance, slice of life. WARNINGS : PTSD, eventual spicy scenes. RATING : M┃WORD COUNT : 6k chapter, 101k total

A/N : This is a major inflection point chapter, and I spilled tea on myself twice as I wrote it! So, we need the usual disclaimers: (1) I am not responsible for any spilled liquids, coffee burns, or ambulances being called in response to readers screaming. (2) Do not operate machinery while reading, and (3) be kind to the people and animals in your life. And, oh! Look for my author’s cameo as one of the elves! Finally, chapters 1-9 have gone through a new round of edits for style and consistency, so those who fancy a re-read...

TAGS: @konartiste @bumblingbriars @hippodameia @invisiblewashboard @luna--nyx @meluiloth-of-rivendell @brigwife @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @niamhcinnoir

EXCERPT :

Frodo started out of his seat, like one possessed. He let go of Bilbo, and his sudden movement woke up Sam, who looked wildly around him. “What in the Shire, Mr. Frodo?!” the Gamgee gasped, blinking his eyes. But Frodo had already gotten up, and was standing on the seat, and rapping against the roof of the carriage. “Gandalf!” he cried, “I need to speak to Gandalf now! Please! Stop! It’s very important!”

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi, could I get a matchup with a guy from LOTR/The Hobbit and Doctor Who?. If it's just one fandom only, choose your favourite 😊 I'm curvy girl with long brown wavy hair and chocolate brown eyes. I'm compassionate, funny, loyal, homey, thoughtful, kind-hearted. I'm bilingual, an ambivert, INFP and Gryffindor. I have a curious mind, and I'm always up for an adventure. I'm very protective of my loved ones. Also I can be stubborn and insecure. I like reading, listening to music, exploring new places, stargazing, daydreaming, watching movies, walking in the forest, writing, taking pictures, the smell of the rain and Christmas is my favourite time of the year! ✨ Thank you so much!! <3

Hello! Of course, I can do all three! I hope you like your matchups! <333333

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Romantic;

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The Hobbit;

✨ You were simply exploring the world around you, near your little cottage home when suddenly, and without warning, thirteen Dwarves, one Hobbit, and one Wizard appeared - the Wizard (Gandalf) asked if he and the Company of Thorin Oakenshield could stay at your home for the night; you had a large barn, near your home that would be large enough for them all to rest in - being the sweet and kind-hearted person you were, you allowed them to stay

✨ That night, you made as much food for dinner as you could, taking several trips out to the barn where the Company stayed to bring them food; some of the members said that there was no need for the bountiful food, they had some brea and whatnot left in their packs - but you were kind... And stubborn (they took the food)

✨ Kili was the last to get his food, having passed the bowls of warm soup around - he loves to help out - and when you finally passed him the last bowl, your eyes met and you couldn't help but feel a spark between you as your fingers gently brushed against his

✨ You decided to have your dinner with the group, getting to know some (if not most - not getting much out of Thorin or Dwalin) of the Company - getting to know the names to the faces, what they were heading for, and what was to come in the future; by the end of the night, as most of the Company slept in the soft hay, covered in what many blankets that you had, you and Kili continued the conversation together quietly - you hadn't realized that the both of you had fallen asleep until morning

✨ It was hard to say goodbye, but as you gave the group some extra packs of food, and whatever else they needed, you had an idea; quickly wishing for them all to wait one moment before they headed back on their journey, you ran into your home - coming out with a packed bag, and a bow and arrow in your hands; Thorin tried to say that this journey was not one for a women, but as you skillfully, and quickly shot an arrow, perfectly piercing an apple in one of your apple trees, Thorin begrudgingly allowed you to come along (Kili, at the sight of your marksmanship, might've swooned)

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Lord Of The Rings;

⭐ You met Legolas at Rivendell when the Fellowship had just been created; (whether you were an Elf, Human, or otherwise, Elrond had taken you in as his own (you'd be friends with Arwen)

⭐ As you and Legolas were the only ones that use a bow (yeah, I'm sticking to this idea), but because of that, you and Legolas slowly began to talk about your shared interest in weaponry, and before you knew it, the both of you were seeing how many orcs you could take down with Gimli; that ultimately brought you and Legolas closer together

⭐ When Legolas has nightwatch, you stay up with him; often quietly talking - your favorite times were when Legolas told you about his home in Mirkwood, about his life there, and his childhood; you would return with your own stories of your life in Rivendell

⭐ By the end of the journey, you and Legolas were more so in love; and when the ring was destroyed, Legolas asked you if you wanted to begin courting each other (you said yes)

⭐ You and Legolas would then travel around Middle Earth together, traveling to nowhere in particular, just enjoying the time you had together

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Doctor Who;

🌌 You were just minding your own business when you heard a weird sound in your back yard - pausing your daydreaming as you were 'watching' a movie - you checked outside, spotting a blue police box in the middle on your backyard; then a man with messy brown hair, wearing a brown suit and coat came out confused but greeted you with a grin

🌌 He called himself the Doctor, and asked where he was, and you replied with the answer - though his next words confused you - something along the lines of 'Well, the TARDIS must have brought me here for a reason, do you need help?' Did you?

🌌 Before you knew it, you were running away from a giant flying creature that sort of looked like a dragon, but wasn't - and only a few days before Christmas; you then found out all about the Doctor, that he traveled through space and time, and you believed him (you did just run away from some sort of weird alien, and ran right into the TARDIS that was bigger on the inside

🌌 After defeating the alien that was tormenting your neighborhood, the Doctor asked if you wanted to join him on his amazing adventures - you wanted to go, you really did, but you didn't want to miss Christmas with your family; and so, the Doctor said he'd come back for you, it'd only be a second for him, and a few days for you

🌌 The Doctor did come back, a day after Christmas, and you joined him - flying through space and time, going to new worlds, seeing new creatures, meeting new people, and even falling in love; you loved traveling with the Doctor, and he loved having you with him, and he hoped that the both of you could travel together for as long as you both could

[theerrorofmylife]

Heyy, i really like your work and I would love to request something. Maybe some headcannons for a healer (fem) who is Gandalfs apprentice and thorin falling in love with her on the quest <3 she is really insecure and shy (maybe she could be a bit chubby) but very powerful and saves thorin from the dead? (if you like she could have curly brown hair like me if that's okay) i wish you a happy new year <3

Hey hey, I’m so glad you like my stuff, and I’d be more than happy to do this. I will admit a few things upfront 1- I got a tad (really) carried away and this is the shorter version 2- I meant to have this to you 2 days ago and that did it happen, sorry 3-I love this idea so much, especially since I relate waaay to much to it. Enjoy :) -Error

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Being Gandalf’s apprentice in the art of healing is an adventure in and of itself.

He loves to teach, and you couldn’t be more happy to learn.

However, it’s not easy to talk to people, it’s not easy to do things on your own with a damned voice in the back of your head telling you you’re doing things wrong.

It’s a lot, to be fair, and being unsure is… completely natural… but it haunts you. It bothers you deeply, because you don’t know if your good, you don’t know if you’re truly doing the right thing, and that’s terrifying, ok?!

Gandalf is aware of this, and when the conversation arose he only smiled that kind smile of his and reassured you that he’d always be there to help.

That didn’t really work, but it was nice of him to try.

The day he set out to gather The Company of Thorin Oakenshield, he asked if you would like to join him. He said there would be dangers beyond imagine, great perils, and at the end a dragon that would most undoubtedly try to kill all of us.

You said yes, voicing only mild concerns and complaining very rarely about the prospect of death. You didn’t stop until you reached Hobbiton that night.

Meeting Thorin was… interesting.

You never felt more terrified in your life.

You weren’t by any means attractive in the dwarven aesthetic, which was to say your nose and ears weren’t out of proportion, and you certainly couldn’t grow a beard.

However, you weren’t thin either. It’s been said before that men love the skinny, quill-thin girls, and that always bothered you because… well who was quill-thin anyways?! But it bothered you nonetheless, and upon meeting Thorin, this became 10x worse.

Everything that ever bothered you about yourself felt they had a great big sign on them.

You were too large, your curls were brown, not red like the dwarves' preferred, you had no beard, and you felt you had no desirable features…

According to you, that is.

If I were to say the Thorin couldn’t look away from you, that would be a lie.

The moment Thorin saw you, he found you to be the most beautiful person in the hobbit hole, and immediately began assessing who else out of the unmarried dwarves was interested.

He decided fairly quickly that he had no competition, and made a quick plan with Balin in order to woo, court, and eventually, hopefully, marry you.

Yeah, he planned that far ahead. Mans smitten.

He spends hours speaking with you, succeeding only twice in making you laugh. You were shy, he could tell, and he refused to be disheartened by it. Every chance he got he’d try to very subtly and politely start conversation.

However, over the course of the beginning of their quest he began to notice things, like how you would dress to hide your curves, or how you would stutter out decisions before going back on them, changing you mind multiple times as if unsure. And you rarely spoke to anyone without having a very distinct reason to.

He took this into account, pulled Balin aside, and recreated his plan to be a bit more… direct.

First it was the flowers. Little ones he’d hand to you as you tracked through the forest. You at first thought it was sweet but it became more frequent, and your book was running out of room to press them.

Then it was the sword. Not an ideal gift but practical, all things considered. You could fight, technically speaking, but these weren’t minor tussles, and the road would only get more dangerous. So he picked out a beautiful blade from the troll cave, and presented it as a gift to you.

Let’s be honest here, you’re not dumb, you were well aware of most customs, so it was not without care that you accepted the gift.

This had its perks… and its difficulties.

On one hand, it was nice to know Thorin was not only attracted to you, but eager to court you; on the other, every single negative thought you’d ever had about yourself became like a plague.

You couldn’t figure it out: by dwarven standards you weren’t attractive. And you did feel good for much else besides healing.

These thoughts began so little but they grew and grew.

Rivendell was beautiful, if you had been paying attention. Turns out, it is very possible to make yourself dizzy with terrible thoughts.

It wouldn’t be till you were all sitting in a cave, having just dodged rock giants, when he would bring it up.

He’d gotten a little cut on his forehead from saving Bilbo, and you sat beside him, carefully cleaning it.

Asking was the hard part for Thorin, he truly had no idea how to approach his theory. Wording was key here and… he’ll admit that’s not his strong suit.

So when he finally asked, slowly, word by word, you kind of froze. You had hoped he wouldn’t notice, hoped it wasn’t too obvious that you were struggling.

There’s a lot of stuttering, trying to answer with honesty while also not… honesty…

When things finally become clear, Thorin is shocked and a little amused. He couldn’t believe it, how could you not see that out of everything that’s happened that you are the only thing on his mind.

He lists everything he loves about you. Your eyes, your hair, your figure, your drive, your sweetness, your love of learning, everything. He makes a point to mention that dwarven aesthetics be damned because he thought you were perfect.

I think he realized that just saying these things doesn’t do much without convincing.

And Thorin is definitely a go big or go home kind of guy.

Sitting together every night, different compliments every other day (not every day, Balin said that might overwhelm you), and he continued to give you little flowers every chance he got. And it helped, it really did.

Things became more difficult the closer you got to mountain. And you understood why; Azog was hot on your trail, and the idea of dealing with Smaug was beginning to bother everyone.

Kili was injured during the escape from Mirkwood and, even though you hated it, you stayed back to help him. You could tell Thorin hated it too but they were out of time.

When you finally arrived at the mountain, the man that greeted you… wasn’t Thorin. Not your Thorin, anyways. Balin called it Dragon Sickness… a sickness of the mind.

(Bit of a time skip cause I’m sick)

Somewhere during the battle you lost sight of him. When Gandalf points you to the towers… your heart drops. Of course that stubborn man would go up there without telling you.

You did in fact chase after him, but… you didn’t get there in time.

Azog was dead and Thorin was nearly the same.

Kneeling over him, you set you palms against the wound, hoping to every god that you weren’t too late. Focusing, you felt the tug against your hand, like gravity pulling harder. You were muttering old elvish, old maiar, anything and everything. The pull grew stronger, a heaviness spreading to your wrists, then forearms, then shoulders, the effort to remain upright becoming great.

But it was worth it when his breathing was normal and his wound was fully healed. Within the hour his eyes were open and he was walking and talking like normal. Gandalf called it a miracle. And when Bilbo told him of the wounds' severity… he was highly suspicious of your power. However, today was a victory and he would leave it at that. Never mind that you definitely should NOT have been able to heal that. And you definitely should NOT have been able to save Thorin’s nephews who were most definitely very dead. But he’d talk to you about that later.

[southaway]

Hi! I just found your corrupted elven ringbearers and just wanted to say how much I love them! The Círdan and Elrond designs are giving me life, I want to eat them<3

Do you have any more info on that au you're willing to share? Perfectly fine if not, I'm just curious and your art scratches my brain in the best way<3

Hey, thanks for the ask, I'm always happy to answer questions about my art!

( I realized after I wrote this up how long this ended up being, sorry in advance)

I wish I had an interesting answer here, but honestly, I haven't thought it out too much. I was rereading the books last year and the idea of the Elven Ring bearers having to keep the rings hidden so they didn't fall under Sauron's thrall kind of stuck with me. I thought it'd be fun to play with what that could look like.

I'm not much of a writer, unfortunately, and I haven't thought too much about it besides some of the aesthetic choices I made. I can talk about the design decisions I made, if that's worth anything.

Galadriel is probably the most basic in concept for me, I wanted to play visually with being underwater and being kind of distant and above everything. The eyes were an attempt to play with idea of foresight

For Olorin I was thinking that everything that was Gandalf was burned away and kind of playing with a Balrog theme. I think as a Maia he's the most dangerous and the most powerful of the group. We see in the books Gandalf is definitely very proud, he knows how powerful and intelligent he is, you could potentially end up with another Sauron

For Cirdan I just had this thought of burning from inside. He's put up with so much, accepted so much pain and grief and disappointment that I feel like that would be the source of the flame, that it would just burst out. And then I kind of went with a dragon theme to match the Balrog theme (Olorin was drawn first)

Elrond was the first I conceptualized and the first I drew. The idea of the wings were what sparked everything. His mother got wings so he gets them, but more. Biblically accurate Elrond. I just wanted to kind of mess with the themes I always do with him so stars, and blues. But now instead of being a show of his lineage it's the void consuming him. Really wanted to play into the Eldritch Peredhel concept I've seen bounce around tumblr

And this final one is a bit of a spoiler. It's going up tomorrow, but I'm sure with the inclusion of Cirdan, Gil Galad isn't a suprise.

For Gil-Galad I wanted to play with the concept of air in a different way. He's dead, he's barely there. Just a memory of what was, twisted.

This ended up being WAY longer than I meant! I think a lot about design choices when I'm drawing, but don't usually end up saying much about them when I post. It was fun to talk about it!

If anyone has any other thoughts or additions to the AU I'd love to hear or see it!

[sotwk]

Hi! I just read your headcanon post on Prince Turhir and I just wanted to say A) Thank you SO much for giving us some goodies about this super cool character!

And B) [Potential? Spoiler Alert]

Um… did I see the plural form of the word DEATH in that post in reference to two of his brothers?! I feel like my heart is broken and I don’t even know them yet!!!! If possible, can you PLEASE speak to this a bit?! I’m afraid I need some answers!!! (And also if you could potentially give the years when it happens since I’m writing smth that kindaa involves the princes, I would GREATLY appreciate it while sobbing in a corner xD) Thanks so much!

-Mithril Anon

Hi Mithril! I appreciate you and this message so very much! <3

Full disclosure, I still have your other ask regarding the Lindir x OC fic idea simmering in my inbox. I want you to know it's such a lovely message and request that I just need a little more time to respond to. <3 I beg your patience while I deal with my backlog!

I would be honored if any of my Thranduilions can be included in any of your writings, or even just inspire them! I am always happy to learn they are being appreciated and accepted as Tolkien characters in their own right. Thank you thank you thank you!

Now for some bullet points addressing your question:

Which of the Thranduilions die in the SotWK AU?

SotWK Fancast: Sam Heughan as Prince Turhir Thranduilion

I have made references to the fates of Thranduil's sons in other headcanon posts, but have never been wholly specific on the details.

Truthfully, I don't mind giving spoilers about the deaths, since those are pretty set in stone. (Sorry!) However, I prefer to stay vague about the fates of the sons that live, since those futures are still fluid.

Crown Prince Mirion is the first prince to die. He was killed in direct combat against the Necromancer during a great siege upon Dol Guldur in Third Age 2063. It is largely thanks to him that the Necromancer was forced to retreat from Dol Guldur, resulting in the 400 years of "Watchful Peace". (Canon states it was because Gandalf came to investigate and Sauron got scared but...how boring and dismissive of the Greenwood Elves! This headcanon tweaks and amends that! XD)

Prince Arvellas perished next in Third Age 2589. He was killed by the great Cold-drake that attacked the halls of the Dwarf King Dain I during the War of the Dwarves and Dragons. Arvellas's sacrifice in defense of the Dwarves of the Grey Mountain is the primary reason why Thranduil reneged on aiding the Dwarves of Erebor against Smaug's attack. At that point, with only two sons (Gelir and Legolas) left, the family had already lost too much.

What happened to Turhir, then? I can guarantee only this for now: Turhir doesn't die. But after watching both his brothers die, he began to wish for death. He always took his job as protector of the family very seriously, and he became overwhelmed with grief and self-loathing at this failure to save Mirion and Arvellas as (he believed) he should have. As Sauron increases his power in the Third Age, the darkness that grows within Turhir (which his parents soon suspect was planned by The Enemy) eventually makes him more a liability than an asset... and that's all I will reveal about his future for now!

It's always bittersweet for me to discuss the tragic fates of Thranduil's family. On one hand, it's heartbreaking how much suffering is heaped on such kind souls! But on the other hand, it shows how heroic they all were, and how much Thranduil sacrificed and bore just to defend his kingdom (and really, all of Middle-earth).

I cherish the idea that the Greenwood Elves were never idle bystanders in the endless war against Darkness (*ahem, Tauriel, ahem*), and in fact contributed a LOT to the cause of protecting Good.

Thank you again for your question, and I hope this gives you plenty of inspiration for your writings!

Please don't be TOO sad--there are still plenty of good years and memories in Thranduil's family history to balance out the tragedies. I hope to write more of those stories.

For more Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

Fanfiction Masterlist

Fanfiction Request Guidelines

[gonegrove]

okay but for another angle on heather/eddie going off of something i mentioned before:

they have this wildly combative, horny thing going on and eddie realizing he’s seeing some parts of her no one else has seen, intentionally or unintentionally, and getting possessive of it and her. like this is what flips it being “messing around” to “she’s MY girl”. he likes the idea of being this person who exists in this special singular spot in her life -- in ANYONE’S life -- and how it marks him out as significant and how it’s something only they share.

eddie standing his ground more as Her Guy in public and being more flip about their relationship even if she’s been trying to keep it on the DL, making it clear other guys can promptly fuck off. also slowly pressuring her to define this shit more thoroughly bc it’s getting more and more intense and not just for funsies for him and he’d like to know NOW before he’s COMPLETELY INSANE if he should try to abandon ship.

heather trying to avoid ALLLLLL of that because it was great when they were just arguing and being horny n shit but the one thing she cannot handle is emotional vulnerability/honesty. literally so scared about Feeling Things outside of the like, 3 allowed things (happiness, anger, pride) that just CONSIDERING she’s physically capable of more is terrifying. so she’s just trying to ghost him now as he’s pressuring her.

eventually turns into a HUGE blowout fight. screaming. shouting. slurs. name calling. the WORKS. like, this is truly vicious vile shit. they’re both being AWFUL.

heather starts crying.

record scratch. world stops turning. the universe is completely on pause, holding it’s breath.

eddie just standing there feeling like he’s elric having just accidentally killed cymoril (or for the peons -- he’s frodo seeing gandalf’s death in fellowship tho it’s not a 100% 1:1). he’s totally frozen for like a solid minute bc Heather Fucking Holloway is crying. he made heather holloway cry. somehow. him.

heather’s MORTIFIED this is the LAST THING SHE EVER WANTED TO HAPPEN and is just trying to MOTOR out of there. but he stops her because he’s terrified of what’ll happen if she goes and they leave things like this. and realistically she doesn’t really have anywhere to go, they’re at his place (he’s not even allowed in her NEIGHBORHOOD) and that’s a huge walk to hers. so she’s stuck there and she cannot. stop. fucking. crying. doesn’t even know WHY she’s crying.

eddie very slowly and hesitantly pulling her into him when she’s not really going for his verbal attempts at comfort/asking what’s wrong/apologizing because he doesn’t know what else to do. so he just stands there feeling awful and insane and so fucking stupid but slowly, slowly she starts to settle down and accept his comfort. it’s like pulling teeth but he finally gets it out of her that she’s terrified. that feelings are Bad. and his pressuring her scared her because All Interpersonal Connection is Evil and only exists to Doom You later (the joys of having like 99% fake friends only lol) and he’s like Oh. 

and he???? loves her even more????? and also know realizing THAT’S what he was getting so weird about???? he was so possessive because he loved her???? and he loves her even more now that she’s saying she actively doesn’t want that because it’s scary and can only lead to disaster????? he very softly tells her tough shit because she’s stuck with him now so she better put on her big girl panties and nut up. she just glares at him with so much anger but her arms around his waist get even tighter, holding him solidly in place flush against her. he grins the most shit eating grin.

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

The hobbit

Love interest- none

Age of the reader 21 turned 4

Prompt

Being pulled from are world to there’s was something of an adventure. Being in in the company was fun, but after being in there world without your birth control and not wanting to face the horrible sickness that comes with your period you ask Gandalf if there’s a spell he can cast.

Well the company now has a 4yer old human to take care of for 7 days with no memory of who they all are.

Gandalf, balin and Oin treat you like a granddaughter (Balin is a huge softie to you)

Fili, kili and ori play with you and call you a little princess, with ori also making you a big sweater

Dori acts like a mother hen like always

Dwalin is also a softie to you as well, play fighting you and you “wining”

Taking naps with Bifur and snacks with Bombur

Bofur and you make toys

Gloin takes every chance treats you like a daughter

Thorin and bilbo you have dubbed “your uncles” and you constantly say that there married but you also get “mad” at them for not inviting you to the wedding :)

When you turn back with no memories the company all have little drawings you made them, and are even more protective of you.

Bonus if you add kili fake marrying you because you say “ I can’t be a princess, I don’t have a prince :(“

NEVER TRUST A SPELL ( The Hobbit x Fem! Reader )

AUTHOR NOTE! It makes me so happy to know that you requested my writing! So I think I'm going to turn this into a mini series, because I feel like there is so much and it would feel cramped to squish it all into one. <3 

pairing: The Fellowship x Fem! Reader 

prompt: Spell goes wrong and the Fellowship have to deal with the 'special' side effects.

word count: 300+ words

It was every fangirl's dream. Waking up one morning and seeing that you were in your favorite book. Being able to meet your favorite characters. Join them on their adventures. Potentially change the outcome of your least favorite moments.

But, waking up in your fandom that didn’t have birth control or really any treatment for your period was a little stressful. The pain was already unbearable. Add not having any painkillers on hand, it takes the excitement away from waking up in your favorite book. 

“Why couldn’t I fall in with some tylenol?” I whimper, clutching my stomach.

Everything was cramping up. My stomach. My legs. My lower back. It hurt to even stand. Why I had stupidly thought that throwing away my brith contorl was a good idea, I don’t why? It was really really stupid of me. And now I was suffering because of past me.

“Gandalf, you're a wizard. Is there no cure for the pain?” I whine, holding my stomach.

“There is one..” His voice trails off at the end, “But it is not the best and there are many side effects.” 

“I am in pain. I’ve run out of herbs. I will do anything.” I whine, giving him my best puppy eyes.

“But, the risks..” He argues.

“I can handle the consequences. I just need this pain to go away.” I beg, “Please just make it go away.”

                                                    ⎯¤⚔️¤⎯

Opening my eyes, I blink a few times wondering where exactly I was, the fluttering of the wind keeping me awake. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I also didn’t know where I had fallen asleep. Rubbing my eyes with my hands, I let out a loud yawn, sleep calling me back. Maybe I should go back to bed? It was really soft and comfy. The growling of my stomach fills the air. Nevermind, I want food.

Standing up from the ground, I find that my clothes were really heavy, suspiciously heavy. Staring down at my shirt, it was practically swallowing me whole. Furrowing my brows together, I rub my eyes, praying that this was just a really bad dream. Opening my eyes, everything was the same, extremely baggy clothing.

“Um..guys?” I call out, my voice coming out much more squeaky.

Covering my hands with my mouth, I froze, that was me? Peeling my hand away from my mouth, I shake my head, either this was a really realistic dream or I was somehow a child again. But, that’s impossible.

Picking up the ends of my now large shirt, I freeze as I see the size of my hand. It was a lot smaller than before. Lifting up my shirt, my legs were now a hundred times shorter than before. Was I?

“Oh, shit.” I whisper, gulping.

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Ideas #20: LotR, but make it First Age!Legolas

I've been slowly falling back into the LotR fandom and I have to say that, although there is a lot to recommend the idea of Legolas being one of the youngest elves we come across in the series, I personally love the idea of him being one of the oldest - older, in fact, that Elrond himself.

Hear me out:

We have absolutely no idea how old Legolas is in canon. All we know for certain is that his father, Thranduil, was born and lived for at least a few years in Doriath before the Second Kinslaying in the winter of 506 FA.

This could mean that Thranduil was just a child at the time, but I love the idea that he was a young adult of no more than 500, because that would make him old enough to have 1) a child fight and die in the Sack as a young recruit in the city guard, and 2) for his wife to give birth to Legolas literally as they're fleeing the destruction. (After all, Legolas, green leaf, sounds like something you'd name an elf child in the immediate aftermath of tragedy - the elven version of hope.)

So this gives a Legolas born in the ashes of Doriath, whose day of birth was the day his older sibling (and possibly a great deal of extended family) died, 26 years before Elrond and Elros are born.

This Legolas would also, perhaps, have been old enough to fight in the War of Wrath. He would have lived through the rise of Sauron and the forging of the rings of power, fought at the Battle of Dagorlad and seen his grandfather Oropher (and who knows how many other kin) die, seen the Wizards come to Middle Earth in 1000 TA, and Sauron take up residence in what had once been his grandfather's capital.

The upshot of all of this is, at the Council of Elrond, Legolas would be roughly 6544 and been part and party to all of the same major events as his host, albeit in a somewhat more minor role.

This changes very little, except the entire Fellowship is peppered with these comments that make everyone wonder. The slight digs he makes about famous Nodor elves? Just the traditional animosity of the Wood Elves towards them and absolutely not the result of Legolas having known them in life. Celeborn says something about greeting his young kinsman? The rest of the Fellowship never hears the I'm only twenty years younger than you and that stopped being funny after our third millennia that follows. Legolas occasionally talks about famous historical places and events like he was actually there? That's just the way of elves.

I'm an inveterate Legolas/Gimli stan, so I imagine that as their relationship develops Gimli comes to understand just how much this seemingly young elf has actually lived through, but nobody else does. Not until the conclusion of Battle of Morannon does anyone know the truth - and even then his comment of "it makes a nice change to leave this battlefield without leaving so many kin upon it" is misinterpreted until he goes on to mention something only someone who had been there would know.

The revelation is a bit of a shock, because how is the knowledge that the elf you thought was a couple hundred years old at most is older than Elrond not be a shock? But, again, it doesn't change much.

Except the dynamics of Legolas and Gimli's relationship, because how can it not when Legolas was born in the ashes of a city sacked by dwarves? When Legolas himself has seen the rise and fall of Moria? Rather than overcoming inherited racism their relationship becomes one of I have seen the best and worst Middle Earth has to offer and choose to love you.

Bonuses include 1) Legolas saying some things that really only make sense if he was an older elf, but the rest of the Fellowship running rings to explain them away because there's no way in their minds this particular elf is even 500, 2) Gandalf knowing of the misunderstanding and encouraging it because it's harmless mischief, 3) Legolas being really unimpressed by most of the major figures in Middle Earth history as only someone who knew them as a moody teenager can be.

And that's really all I have. Feel free to use the idea, just let me know if you ever do.

NB: I've expanded upon this idea somewhat here.

Other Legolas Headcanons: First Age | Second Age | Third Age | Half-Maia | Half-Elven

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