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babe-bombadil · 5 months

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Teatime

Elrond & Bilbo friendship!

submitted to Scribbles & Drabbles 2023

@fall-for-tolkien

#🥰🥰🥰#scribbles & drabbles 2023 #bilbo #elrond #rivendell #lotr fanfic

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babe-bombadil · 5 months

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Father and Son of Mirkwood, drawn over the past few years! Fall is the season that most makes me think about "The Hobbit"

#the hobbit #thranduil #legolas #ahhhhhh #amazing art #the hobbit fanart #party king thranduil

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𝕊&𝔻 𝔾𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕤 𝟚𝟘

Author: @babe-bombadil

Words : 1 184

Pairing: Boromir & Merry & Pippin

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💫Monumental Mischief💫

LOTR friends...Here is a ficlet I got for S&D.

It features Merry & Pippin, Gandalf, and dear Boromir. Mischief, mayhem, and merrymaking, as is customary with the Hobbits, abound in this lovely story.

Again, I do not want to give anything away, but after the flood of Silm stories, I can only rec this one very enthusiastically to all my Non-Silm friends!

Have some hilarious, touching Gen fun! Treat yourselves!

@fall-for-tolkien

#🥰🥰🥰#i’m so glad you liked it!#tolkien writing #s&d 2023 #Boromir #Merry #Pippin

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babe-bombadil · 5 months

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Boromir thinks he's taking care of Merry and Pippin, but what he doesn't realize is that they're taking care of him, too.

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I cannot imagine a more embarrassing time to have posted from the wrong blog. Now it looks like I’m just some idiot who wanted in in the fun 😭

DO YOU KNOW THIS CHARACTER?

#hey dol!#merry dol!#ring a dol dillo!#ring a dong!#hop along!#fal lal the willow!#tom bom!#jolly tom!#tom bombadillo!#certified banger

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Ahhh I’m honored to be on this list! So excited to read these fics!!

About This Rec List:

All the Tolkien fanfics in this list meet the following qualifications:

Fandom: All-inclusive Tolkien (LotR, Hobbit, Silm, RoP) Type: One-shot Length: approx. 1,000-6,000 words Ship/Pairing: Any, including OCs and Reader Inserts Rating: G or PG-13 Content: No excessive angst, violence, or death. No unresolved stress. Happy endings only!

Disclaimer: I (@sotwk) have not personally screened all of these fics for their content. There may be triggers. Please read descriptions, take responsibility for your own media consumption, and observe the Golden Rule: Don't Like, Don't Read!

Link sources are either Tumblr or Ao3. Some Ao3 works are locked to registered users only.

This list of comfort fics is a collaboration and compiled through the recommendations of Readers. Thank you to everyone who contributed!

This remains a work in progress, and I will continue to accept recommendations. Please send them via DM, Ask, or Reblog. We need more, please!

Last updated: 12/1/2023

THE LORD OF THE RINGS

Aragorn

Hush Now by @entishramblings

Mirage @sileastral

Boromir

You’re the one who’s calling me to heaven by @cauliflowertree

A Shield Against the Snow by @scyllas-revenge

A Thief in the Night by @scyllas-revenge

The Floor Is Molasses by @scyllas-revenge

Anything But This by @minaturefics

Elrohir

Just a Little Longer by @theelvenhaven

Elrond

The Weft Between the World by Antarctica_or_bust

Eomer

Alive and Alight by @minaturefics

Fair Enough by @middleearthpixie

Wildest Dreams by @scyllas-revenge

Blue Moon by @epilogue-and-prologue/@absentmindeduniverse

Eowyn

An Idiot's Guide to Gift-Giving by @scyllas-revenge

Faramir

Wrong Conclusions by @minaturefics

Frodo [Seeking recommendations!]

Gandalf

Days for which they sit and wait by BloodwingBlackbird

Gimli [Seeking recommendations!]

Haldir

Unfairness by @errruvande

Serenade by @glassgulls

Three Weeks on the Nimrodel by @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras

Legolas

Sending Memes by @ironmandeficiency

Elucidative by @shrubdaddy

Winter Forest by @wordbunch

The Cruel Nature of the World by @entishramblings

What Haunts Your Heart by @entishramblings

Lindir

Bottled Up by @heilith

Merry [Seeking recommendations!]

Pippin [Seeking recommendations!]

Samwise [Seeking recommendations!]

THE HOBBIT

Bilbo

Primary Sources by bunn (@cycas)

Why Hobbits Eat So much by Madkat89

Fili

Sweets by @blairsanne

Lost My Way by @lathalea

Kili

Sapphires by @lathalea

Catch Her by a_daydreaming_writer

Porridge by @fili-urzudel

Insecurities by @bookworm-with-coffee

Tauriel

Royal Jar Opener, Reporting for Duty by @unendingwanderlust

Heavenly Inferno by midearthwritings

The Pairing Ceremony by dumbassunderthemountain

You Are My Happy Place by SmartassUndertheMountain

Liantë by WritingsOfAHobbit

Thorin

In The Woods of Ered Luin by @enchantzz

A Long Lost Home by @babe-bombadil

Dead End by @fizzyxcustard

The Arrival by @lathalea

Thranduil

Nothing by @entishramblings

Goodnight by @heilith

Under A Starless Sky by My_Marvel_Musings and RinzlersGhost

THE SILMARILLION

Finrod

here, at the end of all things by Dalliansss

Glorfindel

Warmth by @on-a-hill-by-the-sea

Stay the Night by @theelvenhaven

Golden by molerein

THE RINGS OF POWER

Haladriel

Stay by @scriberated

Covered in Colours by myfavouritelunatic

It’s the Last Thing I Wanted (It’s the First Thing I Do) by Helholden

#comfort fic #tolkien fanfiction #fanfic rec #lotr fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction #fanfiction #lotr #the hobbit

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Middle Earth Christmas AU

Fellowship and their Christmas specialties !

Frodo: Storytime- Learned all the best songs and stories from Bilbo and loves to share them with his friends in front of a roaring fire!

Sam: Christmas Tree- No one touches, looks at, imagines or even thinks of the tree till Sam says they may look. No one! Sam personally grows, tends cuts and decorates the tree. It always looks like the illustration from a particulary opulent Christmas book. As his family starts to grow he adds a second tree for the kids to decorate.

Legolas&Gimli: Caroling- were shocked to discover that many of “ their” traditional Carols also exist in the other one’s language! Often they couldn’t even determine where the song originally comes from. ( things get heated when Boromir mentions he knows the song from his uncle’s home too and adds it has been part of Dol Amroth celebration longer than there are Elvish or Dwarfish records) However, eventually they stop arguing and start Caroling! Going from food to door singing their songs in bilingual duetts!

Aragorn: Cooking- Aragorn is one of those people who don’t care much what they eat. All year EXCEPT for Christmas! Dinner is a carefully choreographed occasion! No one enters the kitchen! Help is neither needed nor welcome, he is an artist, he needs his space, and no, not even the hobbits get the recipe for his secret brandy sauce!

Merry and Pippin: Decorations- No light too bright, no tree too tall and there isn’t such a thing as too many Santa figurines! Halls, bedrooms, bathrooms, hallways and even closets are decked with boughs of holly! There are garlands and baubles, stars and angels, gingerbread and candy, live sized reindeers, you name it, they found it and crammed it in the decoration! Oh and there is mistletoe, a lot. More than you think now. Much more. Even Faramir and Eowyn get exhausted there!

Gandalf: Santa- makes a show of how much he hates to be taken for or compared to Santa Clause. Denies all similarities to Santa! Refuses to wear red all December- always plays Santa for the kids on Christmas Eve.

Boromir: Christmas Jumper- it started after his mother died. After her death Christmas just never was the same in their family. Denethor tried, always carefully chose presents for his boys and made sure to make time for them over the holidays, but he just was not a very jolly man and missed his wife dreadfully at that time. So Boromir started looking for new ways to make Christmas fun for his little brother- and so got them their first matching set of Christmas jumpers! At first it was meant as a joke to make the kid laugh now it is the brothers’ most cherished tradition! The more atrocious the garment the better! Glitter, pom-poms, blinking lights! He loves it! Matching hat? Even better! Every Christmas he picks the most awful one he can find and looks for a matching one for Faramir! This year he got one with the lower half of a reindeer himself- Faramir getting one with the front half as well as antlers to complete the outfit! (When Boromir learns he is gonna be an uncle he immediately starts planning jumpers for the kid, for their first Christmas the baby gets no less than 8 of them because uncle Boromir couldn’t choose…)

#awwwww #the boromir one especially melted my heart #so cute #Christmas #the lord of the rings #the fellowship of the ring

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babe-bombadil · 5 months

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Touching grass is not enough; I need to travel far over the misty mountains cold.

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Pippin: It's LITERALLY on the way??

kidnapper: We are NOT stopping for cheeseburgers!

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So don't ask me how we got onto this topic, but @starryeyedrogue told me to make this stupid thing a post lmao

If y'all don't know what this is, basically it's a challenge where you take an egg and watch it for the whole day and try not to break/lose it! At the end of the day and or set time if it's still intact then the challenge is a success! But let's get into it lmao

How The Fellowship would react to the "Egg" challenge

Aragorn would 100% put it in his chest pocket for the whole day and win!

Boromir would be slightly overprotective and make sure it's in his sight and win!

Frodo would break down after a few minutes of searching for his lost egg, then Sam would help him find it mostly intact

Gandalf was handing out the eggs

Gimli left his somewhere in the forest, but nobody can tell if it was an accident or not

Legolas would eat it

Merry would start off well for the first few hours but accidentally drops it mid day

Pippin would protect it with his life.....until he spots Merry and throws it at him

Sam would put his in a basket and helps Frodo find his egg and put it in the same basket

Bill would sniff it and then accidentally step on it

#the fellowship of the ring

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Poetry Ponderings

Summary: A short slice of life of Bilbo & Elrond's friendship.

Written for the 2023 @fall-for-tolkien event! Inspired by Teatime by @maglor-my-beloved

Rating: G

Word Count: 750

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Bilbo struggled up the staircase, leaning heavily on the railing. A soft grunt escaped his lips as he pulled himself up the final step. Even simple things like stairs were getting harder in his old age. His many years were finally beginning to show.

“Ah, Bilbo,” Elrond smiled as he turned around. “I’m so glad you came. I’ve been working on a new poem and I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.” He frowned, noticing the hobbit’s labored breathing. “Are you alright? Are your knees ailing you again? I shall send Lindir to bring a salve.”

“No need,” Bilbo brushed his concerns off with a wave of his hand. “I just need a chair.” Elrond pursed his lips but did not continue his protests, instead guiding his friend to a seat and placing a cushion behind his back.

“Now,” Bilbo continued once he was settled. “What was this poem you were telling me about?”

The smile returned to Elrond’s face. “I have been trying to translate it into the common tongue but it does not fit quite as perfectly. Here is the verse that has been troubling me.”

“ With dignity above that of soldiers

The tree stands tall and proud in its sentry

Guarding the world of men in their folly

Men see only the use in cutting down

Or setting aflame to make short-lived light

Elves see the beauty of a tree alive

Breathing life into all that surrounds it ”

Bilbo couldn’t stop the grin spreading over his face as he looked fondly at the elf. “Positively sublime, my friend! You elves have a spectacular way with language. However, I would perhaps change the word folly to corruption. It’s a more impactful word and makes the wickedness of cutting down trees more pronounced.”

Elrond nodded thoughtfully. “I agree the word should be changed, but corruption has too many syllables. It would interrupt the pacing of the verse.” Bilbo furrowed his eyebrows and leaned back in his chair to think.

“Misdeeds? It keeps the pacing,” he offered, but Elrond was shaking his head before he finished.

“I’m afraid that still doesn’t fit quite right.” They sat for a moment in silence, pondering and enjoying one another’s company. Rivendell truly was a sight to behold in autumn, Bilbo mused. Of course, it was breathtaking all year round, but Bilbo found he liked it best when the leaves painted themselves in vibrant hues before drifting to the ground.

“You know, I’ve been working on a poem of my own,” he commented.

Elrond raised his eyebrows. “I’d love to hear it, if you are willing.”

Bilbo cleared his throat. “It’s not very long yet but here is what I have so far:"

" I knew an old elf named Elrond

With whom I loved to correspond

In Rivendell one day

He invited me to stay

And of it I am now rather fond ”

Arwen’s musical laugh announced her presence as she stepped delicately up to the balcony. “What a marvelous poem, Bilbo,” she praised. “We elves of Rivendell have become rather fond of you as well.” She set a tray down on the nearby table and crossed the room to clasp the old hobbit’s hands. “We shall forever sing ballads of the time when our halls were blessed with a halfling.”

Bilbo blushed and looked down. “Surely you exaggerate, but I thank you nonetheless.”

“My daughter speaks nothing but the truth.” Elrond declared. “Now, is this strawberry tea you’ve brought, my love?” he asked, opening the teapot and smelling the contents.

“Yes,” Arwen replied. “I know it’s Bilbo’s favorite.” The hobbit in question beamed at Arwen and squeezed her hands as Elrond poured the tea. Suddenly, Bilbo drew in a sharp breath.

“Blindness!” he exclaimed.

Arwen's eyebrows drew together. “I beg your pardon?”

“Sorry, not you dear Arwen,” BIlbo clarified. “I was reffering to Elrond’s poem.” He looked up at the older elf, who tilted his head thoughtfully. “It is the perfect word to show how men are ignorant of the worth of trees!”

“Yes, yes I think that would work. Men do show a shocking lack of proper reverence for forests.” Elrond walked over to Bilbo's chair, nodding as he continued. “Guarding the world of men in their blindness. Indeed, I quite like that.”

Elrond laid a hand on the old hobbit’s shoulder. “You have my deepest gratitude, mellon nin. I knew you could aid me.” Bilbo placed his hand over Elrond’s and grinned once again.

“Always happy to help a friend.”

#don’t mind my self reblog #bilbo baggins in rivendell #bilbo baggins #elrond #lotr fic

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babe-bombadil · 5 months

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Sometimes it’s worth it to buy yourself a little something

As a treat

#legolas

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Ah I’m so glad you liked it!! (And of course Boromir is alive why would he not be, silly)

Don't Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth

(Part 1)

Summary: What happens when Éomer gifts some flying horses to Fellowship?

Written for the 2023 @fall-for-tolkien event! Inspired by Fly, You Fools! by @scyllas-revenge

Rating: G

Word Count: 527

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It was said that every race had a gift. The elves had immortality. The dwarves had their expertise in stone working. The hobbits had a love for the simple things in life. The Rohirrim had flying horses.

To them, a horse wasn’t just a means of transportation, it was something that should be revered. Horses were treated with great respect and given meticulous care. The Rohirrim believed horses were central to a person’s wellbeing the same way sleep and time in the sunshine are.

Because of their reverence for the horses, they would not trade a single one, not even to their allies in Gondor. This often made the people of Rohan seem haughty to their neighbors, but they would not change.

This was why it was such a momentous occasion when Éomer gifted horses to the four hunters when seeing their need in the outskirts of Fangorn.

“Absolutely not!” Gimli roared. Aragorn sighed and dragged a hand over his face.

“Gimli, this is an extremely generous gift. We need to use it. I have experience with the winged horses of Rohan and I promise they are not as hazardous as they look.”

Gimli crossed his arms and hardened his glare. “We dwarves were made to live underground! We like to keep our feet on the earth, thank you very much! Regular foul horses are bad enough but you will never get me on one of those-”

“You can ride with me, Gimli!” Legolas offered, cutting in before the dwarf could insult Rohan’s pride. The Riders of Rohan had stiffed as Gimli had been talking and the elf wished to avoid a fight. Gimli, unaware of the disaster nearly avoided, looked up with annoyance to where Legolas sat bareback on his horse. The elves didn’t use such things as saddles, so Legolas had taken it off before he jumped nimbly onto the horse’s back.

“I do not wish for an early death, so I shall have to refuse,” Gimli huffed.

“My friend, we need to take these horses to find Pippin and Merry,” Boromir pleaded. “You can join me and we shall discover how to ride these curious horses together.”

The dwarf sucked in a long breath through his nostrils before releasing it with a sigh. “Very well, Boromir. I shall bear this so that we might rescue the halflings.”

Boromir smiled in return. However, as it had since Amon Hen, the smile did not reach his eyes. Gimli and Legolas believed it was simply worry for the hobbits that was weighing their friend down and if Aragorn suspected there was more on Boromir’s mind, he kept it to himself.

Boromir knelt on one knee and offered his clasped hands as a step. Gimli placed his foot in the handhold and was lifted up to the horse. Boromir swung on after him rather clumsily, unused to the large wings of the creature. Once they were all settled, Aragorn placed a hand on his chest and bowed his head to Éomer.

“We are in your debt. I hope our paths shall soon cross again.”

Éomer copied the action. “I wish you success on your errand. Fly swiftly, Wingfoot!”

Part 2 coming soon!

Comments and reblogs are what I survive on so let me know your thoughts and/or personal headcanons!

#boromir lives au #but it’s not au #because he’s alive in every universe #(I’m in denial)

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Monumental Mischief

Summary: Boromir receives a mysterious bottle from Merry and Pippin. Havoc ensues. (Happens post-battle of Isengard on the journey back to Helm's Deep.)

Written for the 2023 @fall-for-tolkien event! Inspired by You Have Mail by @i-did-not-mean-to

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,184

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“Um... Gandalf?”

The wizard looked up to see Pippin and Merry looking at him with what they surely thought were innocent smiles but he knew were devious grins. He narrowed his eyes at them and raised an eyebrow. Merry elbowed Pippin and he spoke again.

“We were wondering if there was any way to get some more of that Entwash that Treebeard gave us?”

“Purely for research purposes of course,” Merry interrupted.

“And we wouldn’t be drinking it ourselves, just, um, studying it some more. You know, to learn more about the mystical ways of the Ents,” Pippin finished.

Gandalf paused. He found himself in a difficult predicament. If he said no, the hobbits would never let it go. Constantly bugging him and asking for it every time he got a chance to sit down. It would be no use to explain to the pair that he did not have access to the draught. They were convinced he was all-powerful. However, Gandalf knew it would be an absolute disaster to give the young hobbits Ent-draught. They were already both taller than any hobbits Gandalf had known, and even if they did keep their word and not consume it themselves, they would surely be using it to wreak havoc on the company.

He kept silent for a moment, pondering his next move, when he was struck with a devious idea. Why not give the hobbits a taste of their own medicine? Surely no harm could be done, and they would all have a good laugh. He could use a splash of entertainment.

“Very well,” Gandalf replied. “I shall see if I can procure some for you. And I must say, I am delighted that you have decided to take a scholarly path. Run along now.”

That night, Boromir was laying out his bedroll when he found a small brown sack that had been slipped into his bag. Curious, he opened it to find a small glass bottle and a letter. He unfolded the note and attempted to decipher the scribbled handwriting.

Dear Boromir, Here is a little thank you present from your favorite members of the fellowship. It will help keep you strong so you can keep teaching us sword fighting. We know you’ll enjoy it!

Signed, Your favorite hobbit (and Pippin) Pippers and Merry Berry Merry and Pippin!

Boromir’s face split into a grin as he chuckled. He really did care for the hobbits and was honored they would give him a gift. In Gondor, the giving of a gift implied great respect and admiration. Apprentices often gave gifts to their masters to thank them for passing on their skills. Folding the note carefully and tucking it into his pocket, he turned to the vial. It was a rather peculiar shape, large at the bottom and curved to a small opening at the top, and filled with an amber liquid. He heard stifled giggles in the bushes nearest him and fought a smile. Perhaps it was hobbit custom to hide nearby while a friend opened your gift.

He pulled the cork out and downed the entire thing in one gulp. To his surprise, it tasted just like regular Gondorian mead. An odd thing to have, to be sure, and too small an amount for his liking, but he was grateful nonetheless. Too worn out from the day to question how his friends procured the drink, he laid down to sleep with a happy smile on his face. It was nice to be appreciated.

The next morning Boromir opened his eyes and stretched with a yawn. A smile set itself on his face as he sat up. His good mood was such that he even began to hum while packing up his bedroll. He had a feeling it was going to be a great day.

Swinging his pack over his shoulder, Boromir strolled over to where Aragorn, Pippin, and Merry were sitting eating breakfast.

“Good morning, friends,” he called out as he approached.

“Hey Boromir! You’re sure looking tall today,” Merry yelled back. He glanced at Pippin, who nodded his head emphatically.

“Even for a man, you seem very large,” the young hobbit added. “We’re so lucky to have such a tall and strong person in our company!”

“Isn’t he looking tall today, Aragorn?” Merry turned his head to look at his friend. Aragorn gave a tired sigh. He did not get enough sleep to deal with whatever antics the two hobbits dreamed up.

“Just finish your breakfast already. We need to get on the road.”

“Aragorn?”

The ranger sat up from where he had been starting a fire. “Yes, Boromir?”

The man took a deep breath. “Is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“Is it true what the hobbits have been saying all day? Am I actually looking a lot taller?” Boromir asked hesitantly.

Aragorn furrowed his brow. “If you’re looking for compliments, you’ll have to try someone else.”

“No, that's not it. It’s just…” Boromir hesitated. Aragorn set down his sword and turned his full attention to his companion.

“Yes?” he prodded.

“Well, the hobbits gave me a drink of some sort the other night and I assumed it was mead, but now I’m worried they somehow got their hands on some sort of growing potion,” Boromir rushed. Aragorn tried to keep his expression serious as he nodded.

“Growing potion.”

Boromir dragged his hand across his face. “I know it sounds fanciful, but they have been making comments about my height all day and it has made me worried! Even my boots don’t fit quite right anymore! Am I truly unnaturally tall today?”

Aragorn took a deep breath and pursed his lips to fight down a smile. It appeared that his friend was legitimately distressed, and it would not do to mock him now. He laid his hands on Boromir’s shoulders. “I promise that you look exactly the same height as yesterday. A completely normal height for a man. I do not know what Merry and Pippin were referring to, but can one ever know what those two are on about?”

Boromir, who had been holding his breath, heaved a sigh of relief. “I suppose I’ve overreacted. The hobbits were probably just trying to compliment me. Thank you, my friend.”

Gandalf smiled to himself. Giving the hobbits a fake potion was a genius plan, if he did say so himself. They couldn’t complain to him that it didn’t work, because to do so would admit they had given it to someone. And if they truly wanted to study it… well, Gandalf knew that definitely wasn’t true. He had successfully pranked the pranksters. Besides, the smallest part of him had enjoyed watching Boromir’s distress grow throughout the day. Such a valiant man being afraid of his height was extremely entertaining.

Suddenly anxious, the wizard reached into his saddle bag and ensured the palantír was still inside. He was afraid that with the prank having failed, young Pippin’s thoughts would again turn towards the stone. Oh, Gandalf wished the hobbit had never picked it up. Perhaps he would sleep with it tonight, just to be safe.

Thanks to @psyche-the-ya-protagonist for being my awesome beta reader!

Comments and reblogs are always appreciated! Let me know your thoughts or personal headcanons!

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