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listen. yeah. okay. yes. i do want to have fantasy role play sex where i get to be the elf princess thanking the brave knight for rescuing me. alright. sue me.
#WE COULD GET DRESSED UP#IT WOULD BE SO FUN#UGHHHHH#some real aragorn arwen shit…..#sigh#i’m a fantasy girl at heart#reading lord of the rings for the first time#and i just watched the first movie#so#i’m sure you can follow the thread#me#personal#dahlia posts
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@fullintenticns liked for an Olivia starter (have a fantasy verse bc why not)
"This is far from the first time you've shown up on my doorstep like this... I can't bare to see you hurt like this, Aragorn, especially when it is so often." Nonetheless, Olivia stepped back to allow him to enter her home, immediately bolting the door behind him and moving to retrieve her box of cloths and bandages.
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“The Two Towers is the weakest of the trilogy” EXCUSE me does Aragorn throwing open the doors to Helm’s Deep mean nothing to you???
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@immortalmuses attends a farmer's market with aragorn! -
personally, aragorn is not all that bothered about the differences between organic heirloom tomatoes and the smaller tomatoes he can buy in a grocery store, but if organic heirloom tomatoes are what legolas wants to spend his saturday morning looking for ( as well as various other produce ), aragorn will happily tag along.
the market itself is a riot of colour and noise and people and it's actually far more interesting than he'd initially anticipated. before too long, he's been drawn into a conversation about the merits of fresh goat's cheese ( and he's even met the goat that had made his newly purchased cheese --- they're actually best friends now, and he's promised to come back next week for more ), when he realises that he's lost legolas to the crowd.
"...legolas?"
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Hanging by a thread.
Aragorn
Many think that Aragorn and Arwen had a romantic relationship, but they were wrong, as Aragorn had his heart set on another. This she-elf had captured the hearts of many, because of her silky, smooth long, thigh-length h/c hair, gentle pools of e/c and her plum pink lips. But what captured Aragorn's heart was her gentle nature, as she would help innocent animals that got injured, children that struggle to learn something new or the way she teaches them how to be kind and knowing when to give that kindness. Especially a life of an elf.
Arwen knew that Aragorn liked this she-elf, she would even say Aragorn had fallen in love with her from afar long ago. Aragorn soon had the courage to speak to her and from there, they became good friends, and what both Arwen and Aragorn didn't know was that she had fallen in love with Aragorn as well.
When Aragorn finally got enough courage to tell the she-elf his feelings, he brought a gift for her to show her that no matter what he would be thinking about her. He set off to find her and he found her sitting in the library reading a book.
"Y/n." He called out her name and she looked up from her book to look at him in the eyes.
"Aragorn, what can I help you with?" She had asked him, still making eye contact.
"Gi melin." He simply said it, as he know, if he hadn't he wouldn't have said it at all.
Y/n just stared at him as her cheeks began to turn a light shade of red, and they kept getting darker. She broke eye contact by bringing her book up to hide her face.
"Gi melin." She barely whispered, but it was loud enough for Aragorn to hear.
A grin made its way onto his face as he bent down and kissed her head, whispering how he would always protect her and put the gift around her neck.
When he left, he would leave her in Elrond's care. When he would return he would never leave her side.
But when the time came for the one ring to be destroyed he promised her no matter what he would return to her. He would never leave her side again and he would marry her.
While Aragorn was away, Arwen set sail to the undying lands and y/n decided to give up her immortal life to be with Aragorn when he returned. But due to the time she chose, her fate lay with the fate of the one ring. For if the ring did not get destroyed then she would die, but if it did, she would live.
Once they had destroyed the one ring Elrond had made his way to Gondor, when Aragon had seen Elrond he made his way over to him and they bowed their heads to each other. Before Aragorn could ask about y/n, Elrond looked to someone who was holding a pole with the Rivendell flag on. The person moved the flag to their side and Aragorn saw the love of his life. He made his way over to her and took the pole from her grasp, handed it to someone else, and then kissed her. He lifted her off her feet and spun her around. He set her back on her feet, then lend her to meet the saviours of Middle-earth. After they celebrated Aragorn's coronation.
A year later Aragorn proposed to y/n, who said yes and they were married the next month by Elrond, y/n’s request. Elrond happily did as he thought of y/n as a daughter.
The end.
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• Gi melin- I love you
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While I like movie Legolas, he has nothing on book Legolas who’s a bonafide idiot and I love him.
He’s such a space man the entire time he doesn’t take anything seriously and it’s so funny
#lord of the rings#lotr#legolas#legolas greenleaf#book gimil and legolas are two halves of a massing idiot#they complete each other#they’re good in the movie but they’re better in the book#because their idiot powers out together make them stronger than aragorn who’s the only one who remembers the thread of the plot
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"Good of you to join us." Lanfear to Rand or Aragorn 😊
Aragorn groaned out in pain, moving his hand to his face as he rubbed it to try bring himself back to reality. “I’m sure you missed me” he muttered sarcastically with a smirk. Aragorn glanced to lanfear and gave her a slight smile “what happened? I don’t remember how I got in this situation” he mumbled, his eyes falling on his daughter who was beside the woman, holding onto her leg. “Hello my princess” he whispered, reaching out to stroke her cheek. Evelyn letting go of lanfear to embrace her father which made him smile peacefully.
“How long have I been unconscious? You must have missed me” Aragorn teased her more. He definitely got a kick out of irritating lanfear though he knew she deep down enjoyed his torment as she could be just as sarcastic.
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Saeradan didn't usually get involved when it came to Hal being in Bree, since it meant she were meeting with their Chieftain. But today wasn't normal and her actions hadn't eased the concern he felt. Which meant doing only one thing.
"Strider. Said anything to upset your second today?"
Aragorn stopped writing and looked at Saeradan. He knew that the other seldom got involved when others were visiting him and appreciated the man's discretion yet the question set off warning bells in his mind as he reviewed what he had said to Hal. There was nothing that he could think of and yet he knew it was possible, even as well accustomed to one another as they were he and Hal sometimes misunderstood one another or said something off handed that did cause hurt feelings to grow.
"Not to my knowledge, but it is possible. What happened?" If he had said or done something Aragorn wanted to find his cousin and make sure that things were mended between them. Hal deserved that much at the very least.
#the crownless king || aragorn threads#rangersarecool || hal#did he say something?#possibly#will he leave it at that?#nope
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@leschanceux sent: "keep safe. i would not like to hear that you were gone for good." ( aragorn & legolas! )
Packing up his satchel for the journey back to his father's kingdom, Legolas gives pause at Aragorn's... unexpected words. Not because the Prince does not know his companion's heart, but because neither of them are over-prone to thinking on mortality. Not until recently, anyway...
Legolas half turns, regarding the Dúnedain over his shoulder. Aragorn is closer than he realized, close enough for Greenleaf to reach out and cup the curve of the man's cheek in his palm. "...I will not leave these lands until you do, Meleth." The Prince smiles in the way the makes his whole face soften, his thumb brushing the dimple hidden by Aragorn's facial scruff. "...on that, you have my vow."
#leschanceux#thread: leschanceux63 (Aragorn)#did i just go right ahead and make this romantic?#you bet yer ass i did#Fandom: Tolkien Universe#c: Legolas#Legolas: threads#Legolas :: verse :: Flying Free Beneath the Sun#ic
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The story bound and written, tucked under his pit, was incentive for the trek made. It had been years since he paid the other a visit. Though the distance between the Shire and Gondor had kept them apart, Frodo had still written the eternal King many, many letters. But when it came down to share their tale, he kept the journey on horseback a secret.
He would understand if Aragorn was too busy to see him. He would wait. After all this time, Frodo had nothing but it saved up for the former ranger. But there’d been no wait.
@pistolism said, “I don’t think we’re done with each other yet, do you?”
Though unexpected, the greeting was met with wide open arms, an embrace he irresistibly leapt into, the smile impossible to wipe from his face.
“It was to be I that surprised you, not the other way around!” The nudge to Aragorn’s side was gentle as they traversed up the path, “Yours is a face I’ve missed. Feels like it’s only been weeks since I saw you last.” The memories that seared along with the sight of this place - how it thrived and grew in the presence of the new king, but Frodo could still see the ghosts’ auras linger.
“The city continues to prosper in your stead,” his gaze flickered towards Aragorn’s once they reached the halls of the palace, the heavy doors falling shut behind them, “Are you well?”
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10 Types of Kisses
Various LOTR/TH x Reader
Pairings: Aragorn, Fili, Haldir, Kili, & Legolas x Reader (separately).
Pronouns: n/a.
Prompt(s): 10 types of kisses by @urfriendlywriter. You can find her post here. (I used 9/10 of them).
Word Count: 3.4k words (3415)
Warnings: No beta, we die like Boromir. open wounds (Aragorns + Fili's), marriage (Fili's), swearing (Kili's), mentions of battle + death + blood (Legolas).
Tree Speaks: I had a lot of fun writing this but it also went into territory that I'm not particularly comfortable with writing yet so we'll see how this pans out.
Translations: amad - mother, dwarrowdams - a term used for female dwarves.
LOTR + TH Masterlist
Published: 25/02/2023
1. Aragorn
soft kisses - where they're just lying beside you, hands playing with your hair as they trail tender kisses all over your lips
The two of you were meant to be sleeping of course, but the gloom of the mines made it hard to settle. You supposed that's why he pulled you away from the others slightly, to a spot just that bit further away.
Aragorn was on first watch as usual, having made it his task since the beginning of the journey, and always insisted that the hobbits and Gandalf got plenty of sleep. But with that came the usual knowing looks between the two of you as Aragorn knew his love wouldn't sleep unless he would.
So with that knowledge, and him sensing his love's rising anxiety at being trapped underground, it now brought them to this.
He tilted your head up from where it was resting against his chest, his hand cupping your face. Aragorn brushed a few loose strands of hair off your face from where it had fallen out of place as his own head tilted down towards yours. His hand gently entwined with your other, and he paused in his movements, allowing you to decide next.
You gently reached up, threading your hand through his long locks and gently pulling him down towards you. He pressed his lips to yours, mouth moving slowly, softly, intimately.
He pulled away, your lips chasing after his, a small smile gracing his lips as he pressed another kiss, and then another, and then another to your lips.
the type of kiss where you can't find words to say after, or the ones where your forehead lingers against each other's
Aragorn's horse trotted through helms deep, having just pulled him up from the river bed where if not found, he would've succumbed to his wounds. He dismounted his horse and received a scolding from Gimli before forcing himself up the staircases and into the deep.
Legolas rose from outside the doors, greeting his friend who believed him dead. The elf pulled him into a familiar embrace before pulling back and making a sarcastic comment about the ranger.
The elf turned a small smile gracing his face before yelling the name of a person. The ranger followed his line of sight. It fell on his love, you.
You looked up after the elf who yelled out to you, before seeing the man you mourned for standing with him. Abandoning your stuff, you ran to him, arms thrown over his shoulders and crushing him to your chest as a few sobs left you.
His arms encircled you as he leant his forehead against yours. He didn't care at that point about the mud caking him and he didn't think you cared enough at that point, so it made no odds on whether he was careful or not.
He pulled back slightly, raising his hand to caress your face before pressing his lips to yours. Tears left both of you as his mouth moved languidly with yours.
Aragorn pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. He wanted to say so much to you, fearing that he would never see you again but all thoughts left him as he wished to stay in this moment, longing for nothing but you.
2. Fili
messy kisses - curly hair, ruffled sheets and half-buttoned clothes as you just want more and at that moment, they're the most beautiful soul to you ever
The sun trickled in through the window, bypassing the curtains that hadn't been fully drawn across the night before. The young (ish) couple lounged in the bed, bodies pressed together as close as they could get with the few layers of clothes still between them.
He tilted your head up to meet his, his lips pressing against yours, moving languidly in the early morn. Fili reached up, hand caressing your courting and marriage braids that were still somewhat intact.
He groaned, feeling one of your hands gripping the hair at the base of his neck and the other slipping under his shirt across his chest.
Fili pulled back, eyes fluttering open to meet yours; your own half-lidded as you drew in a few stuttering breaths. It was a pleasant greeting from your love first thing in the morning, one that you would be against again.
You gazed up at Fili, the dwarf hovering over you, careful not to rest his entire body weight on you. The tressels of sunlight filtered through his hair, causing a glow to shine over him.
His eyes trailed over your face, memorising every detail as if it was the first time he saw you.
kisses on your body ♡ frail kisses on your shoulder! on your lower back, belly and trailing to your neck, collarbones, lips.
A cry of pain left your lips.
Oin pulled the blood-soaked cloth away from where it was pressed tightly against your side. The infection from the arrow had spread, the orcs having laced it with something deadly.
The pain wasn't something Fili wished on anyone, much less you. So he did his best to comfort you whilst the infection ransacked your body. His hands firmly held you, one holding the back of your head, and the other gripping your forearm to stop you from forcing Oin's hand away from the wound he was trying his best to treat.
After Oin had doused the cut in water, trying to flood any dirt that wormed its way in, Fili pulled you closer. The healer moved back to gather some more altheas and cloths, leaving you curled against your prince's chest.
Fili dropped his head down to your shoulder, as your tears continued to douse his shirt - not that he cared as it was covered in sweat, grime, and whatever else from the trip across middle earth - his hand on your head slipping down to the back of your neck, stroking his fingers in what he hoped was a soothing pattern.
He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, the fabric of your tunic had been pulled away, cut away for easier access. It would need replacing, he noted, but hoped that it would be enough to cover you until the sun rose again.
Fili continued his ministrations, pressing another kiss further up your shoulder. And then another at the junction where it met your neck. He considered pressing one to your neck, in that one spot he knew made you shiver, but with the way you were sitting in his lap you were already considered improper in public, so he begrudgingly decided against it.
Oin chose to return at that moment, pressing the churned-up altheas against your wound and then tying the cleanest cloth over it. You cried out in pain, more tears falling. It was like someone was driving a burning knife into your arm, over, and over, and over again. The pain rolling in waves.
Fili kept whispering words of praises and comfort, the Kadzhul translations lost in your mind as all you could feel was the pain, and him.
The knot was finally tied on the bandage. Fili slid his hand from the back of your neck to cup your face, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead before leaning his own upon yours.
I'm here, you're safe now, I love you, the action spoke more words than Fili could find himself saying.
3. Haldir
lazy kisses as they admire you - fingers delicately trialing your jaw as they kiss your lips
"Haldir," you groaned, leaning back against his chest, head turned up to face him. A smile graced his lips, his eyes locked with yours, shining full of love.
It wasn't often you got to spend a prolonged period of time with your Marchwarden, especially with him being gone for months at a time to guard Lothlórien's borders. So any time you spent with him was precious, even if you knew he would be leaving at the end of it again.
The braid in his hair was loose, albeit from your hands running through his hair earlier, causing him to have a sexy, but dishevelled look. The thought of elves being supermodels no matter what state they were in flashed through your mind again causing you to chuckle slightly.
Haldir raised his hand, letting it linger under your jaw as he delicately leaned down to place another kiss against your lips. Warmth bloomed through you and as his lips moved against yours, all thought about him having to leave again in a few days retreated into the depths of your mind.
You were drunk off the taste of him, off his kisses as he stole your breath each time. And nothing would ever change that.
goodbye kisses - kisses lingering like liquor in each other's lips, bitter but sweet, "I'll always come back to you, love. you're my home after all."
The boats gifted to the fellowship had just finished being prepared and were packed full of provisions to last you a good while.
The thought of having to leave your home again haunted you but not just because it was where you lived. No, because this time you were leaving your love, not knowing when you were to see him again. He was your home.
The Marchwarden was allowed to see his love off, having been granted a week's leave whilst you and the fellowship recovered and stayed in Caras Galadhon, Lothlórien. After you were sent as an emissary to Imladris, Rivendell in the common tongue, and word had returned that you had embarked on a journey to destroy the one ring, Haldir was worried for you.
He knew the history of the ring, as did most if not all elves and was worried about the dangers you may face. He knew that you could protect yourself, having been a sparring partner against you for years, but the worry did not dissipate.
He met you at the shoreline, his hand over his heart in the traditional greeting before he held your hand in his. Sadness filled his eyes as he wished not to see you leave, but knowing that this was a journey you were willing to take.
Haldir leant his head against yours as he fixed the cloak hung around your shoulders, ensuring that the broach was attached properly.
His hands lingered on your waist as he prepared himself to say goodbye again. It was one thing being the one who was leaving, but now that he was on the receiving side for once, he now knew how your heart felt each time he went on patrol. That feeling of not knowing if you were coming back or not eating at his heart.
Your hand on his cheek stole his spiralling mind from his thoughts as your lips pressed against his. A tear threatened to leave his eye as he consumed your kiss like a drug. The fear bubbling in his chest soothing to make way for the love he held for you but the melancholy feeling at having to be parted from you made it more bittersweet than anything.
His lips lingered over yours as you pulled away, his hand raising to stoke a strand of hair back from your face. Haldir wished he could keep you here in his arms but understood the task you had undertaken would not be dropped lightly.
4. Kili
kissing and realising this is the person you'll always love, you'll always want to touch and snuggle with
Kili didn't think he could hold you any closer than he currently was.
You were practically melded into him, hands gripping tightly to the back of his jacket. The clothing was still damp from the thunderous storm you had walked through, but nonetheless had to still wear.
The terror that shot through him as the thunder giant collided with the mountain, believing that he had lost not only his brother but you as well, was something he never wished to feel again. His hands trembled slightly at the thought.
He shifted slightly, taking some pressure off his shoulder whilst pulling you upwards slightly so you were level with him. The ground wasn't pleasant to lie on, less so on his side, and even less so with damp clothes on, but Kili knew this was the company's best option right now.
Kili rested his head against yours, his eyes meeting yours. He nudged his nose with yours affectionately, giving you time to pull away.
It was something he always did, you noted. Every time he wanted to kiss you but couldn't find the words to say it, or was surrounded by too many prying eyes, he did that. Gave you that tell that allowed you to decide what happens next.
You tentatively leant forwards, tilting your head upwards ever so slightly, letting your lips press against his. There was no rush. No incessant desire to pull the other closer, just him.
Kili moved his lips slowly with yours, savouring every moment that he got with you. Fuck, he loved you. The realisation pulled at his heartstrings more, knowing that he could've lost you today.
prohibited kiss - you're not even supposed to be seeing each other but your hands are on his hair and his hands around your waist, lower bodies pressing into each other as you kiss
Laughter radiated through your body as you were pulled through the endless turns and corridors of Erebor. The stone walls were lined with torches and braziers all lit with fires burning brightly.
To anyone else, it would be a maze, a catacomb of tunnels that unless sense was made of them, would surely lead to your demise. But years of living there had engraved the pathways into your mind, and no doubt Kili's.
His hand dragged you to a secluded corner, himself coming to a halt. He could no longer hear the guards trying to follow the two of you. Pride flooded his chest as he gazed back at you, finally alone with his betrothed.
You were finally able to get a good look at him, now that he didn't have all the dwarrowdams fawning over him. Even if he wasn't "beautiful" by dwarf standards, he was still a prince and would have people trying to gain his favour.
But his title didn't matter to you. Kili did.
And by the creator himself, did you love the way he looked. His hair tousled from the running, and the short beard he was so desperately trying to grow accentuated his face.
But the ceremonial robes that hung to his body? You couldn't resist.
He found himself pushed back, pinned against the pillar. Kili's eyes locked with yours, the same fire of desire within him, burning through you.
Your lips pressed with his, mouths moving frantically with the others. Your hands that gripped onto the front of his robes slid up, trailing up his neck and into his hair, pulling slightly to press him into you more. A groan left him at a particularly harsh tug before your hand moved to trace his courting braid.
He pulled away, panting, breathless, kissing you again and pulling you into him, arms gripping your waist, hands in his hair, your bodies practically merging into one. If his Amad caught him now, he wouldn't even have to face the scornful looks of Dwalin, he would already be lying in his grave.
But could he let you go? Fuck no.
5. Legolas
shy kisses - when you're the one pulling them closer, and they nuzzle their face in your crook after the kiss, hands around your waist as their ears get red
You were scared. If anything you were currently lustful, but you were about to fight in a war against ten thousand troops with an army of less than a third of that. So you were scared.
Legolas had turned to where you leant against one of the pillars, choosing to come and check all the fastenings on your armour. He was meticulous and methodical as he went to each and every one, adjusting where he deemed necessary whilst checking it caused you no discomfort.
A soft smile graced your face, as you watch his gentle movements before reaching out to cup his face in one of your hands. A blush, so subtle anyone who didn’t know Legolas would miss it, warmed his face, his head lifting and eyes locking with yours. It was as if he was staring straight into your soul, his piercing grey eyes full of love but fear.
You pulled him towards you, Legolas leaning his head down as his hand held over yours on his face, the other resting gently on your waist. Leaning up, you gently pressed your lips to his. Just once, mind you, the action as tender as possible, letting him come to you.
Legolas leant into you, pressing his lips back against yours, moving at a slow pace. He wanted to savour this moment as much as possible before the two of you walked to what could be your deaths.
ahem.
The clearing of the person's throat sprung the two of you apart, you mentally preparing for the endless stream of apologies to whichever passerby caught you, only for it to be someone you knew all too well.
"Aragorn." You spoke, heavily embarrassed to be caught with your lover.
The ranger looked between the two of you, his face being that awful neutral resting one making it so you couldn't judge his feelings on the matter. Aragorn must have read the panic starting to creep up in you as a teasing smile broke out.
“I have no qualms with this,” he began before looking over his shoulder towards the entrance of the armoury, “but the people of Rohan may not be as forgiving if you are caught.”
He turned on his heel, making his way up the staircase and leaving the two to their devices.
A moment passed and then a chuckle left your lips as a sigh left Legolas’. His head fell to your shoulder as the blush absconding his cheeks spread like wildfire tinting his ears a rosy colour.
At least it was only Aragorn, you mused, If Gimli had found you then he wouldn’t stop teasing your elf.
kisses of reassurance - saying that you're safe, still with them, that your heart is still beating wildly in your chest, that they couldn't get rid of you if they tried, that for some insane reason, you're not dead yet
Your chest heaved, trying to inhale as much air as possible as you sprinted up the mud-soaked hill. Aragorn had yelled for the soldiers to retreat into Minas Tirith and you were making your way as fast as you could until an arrow pierced your shoulder.
The doors were closed and sealed as you entered alongside the last few stragglers, a resounding bang from the wood hitting the stone frame. The room spun on its axis.
The throbbing pain in your arm continued, each ebb seeming stronger which was probably due to the adrenaline wearing off. Maybe you should've stayed fighting, it surely couldn't hurt as much as your arm did, you thought as your uninjured arm reached out to hold yourself up against the wall.
Giving up on keeping yourself upright, you slid falling somewhat ungracefully to the floor, blood dripping from your wound and soaking your sleeve. It was funny how much damage one arrow could cause.
You blinked.
The sun had risen, and from where you could see it, it was around mid-morning. Your eyes focused and you could see a worried face in a sea of platinum blonde hair. Legolas.
Ignoring the sound of the elf’s worry, you pushed yourself up into a seated position, as he gracefully knelt down next to you. His hands mindlessly moved to cup your face, as he had to pull his eyes away from your crudely bandaged arm. The arrow had been jagged and cut more as it pierced you, causing more blood to be lost.
Your hand covered one of his as Legolas moved to press his forehead to yours.
“I'm okay,” you whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you. Your thumb stroked the back of his hand absentmindedly, as you tilted your head up, meeting his lips with yours. It was one of desperation, longing and fear. A shuddered breath left you as the two of you broke apart.
“We’re okay.”
#aragorn x reader#aragorn imagine#fili x reader#fili durin x reader#fili imagine#haldir x reader#haldir imagine#kili x reader#kili durin x reader#kili imagine#legolas x reader#legolas imagine#legolas greenleaf x reader#the hobbit x reader#the hobbit imagine#lotr x reader#lotr imagine#lord of the rings x reader#lord of the rings imagine#pronouns: n/a#fic: drabble/imagine#tree writes lotr + th fics
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@immortalmuses wanted a starter of modern!verse Legolas and Aragorn! -
College had been something of a wild ride so far.
To start with, Aragorn had been somewhat overwhelmed by the intensity of his classes; by sharing a room with someone who not only opposed his views and opinions in the classes they shared, but who also was apparently opposed to Aragorn in general. It was a sentiment that had started after a discussion about Aragorn's family, the exiled house of Telcontar, and it had only gotten worse since he'd developed an odd sort of friendship with an odd student he'd known in passing ( royal circles were expansive, exiled or not, after all ), who could more often than not be found in the apartment Aragorn and Boromir shared these days.
Said odd student was currently sprawled across the couch in their common area, near the tiny little pot containing the pothos ivy plant he'd brought over on one his last visits, much to Boromir's disgust --- the tiny plant Aragorn had been trying his hardest to look after properly.
"It's still alive," he offers casually, as if his guts aren't a churning mess of anxiety over whatever judgements Legolas might pass ( is their apartment warm enough? too warm? has he been watering it enough? using the right fertiliser? ). "I made tea, by the way. I got some loose green tea and those reusable tea bag things you were talking about last time. And there's honey, or I can cut up a lemon?"
#immortalmuses#THREAD; ( ARAGORN )#WITH; ( LEGOLAS )#VERSE; ( EDUCATION IS THE MOST POWERFUL WEAPON WHICH YOU CAN USE TO CHANGE THE WORLD )
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Eddie realizes he's a boy when he's thirteen.
And it's not magical, nor is it mundane, nor is it anything else that the pamphlet he found in the back of the record shop told him it might be.
It just kind of... happens. A few times.
First, he's in the shower.
He's scrubbing himself down with the loofah Wayne bought him, and it tickles and itches and rubs him in all the wrong ways, but he uses it because Wayne spent money on it.
It feels the worst when he scrubs over his chest, but it also kind of feels good.
Feels like he's washing a part of himself away that's unclean. Scrubbing and scrubbing until the skin is raw and red, hoping and praying that it too will come off with the water, drip down the drain with all the other dirty parts of himself.
It doesn't, and so he forgets.
Until his twelfth birthday.
Because there are pink candles on the cake.
There are pink candles on the cake.
And he doesn't know why, and he won't know why until another year after this, but he cries.
He cries until his throat burns and his skin sings with defiance at the feeling of traitorous tears turning his cheeks flushed and blotchy. He cries because it hurts.
He cries because the candles on the cake are pink, and the last birthday party he went to (back in third grade, before his class realized he was a parentless freak) boasted blue candles. Blue for a boy.
He doesn't know why, but he finds himself nauseous at the sight of his own.
Pink. For a girl.
And he doesn't get it, doesn't put two and two together, but he can't stand the sight of them.
He throws the cake to the ground and storms to his room.
And somehow, even though he should be, Wayne isn't mad at him.
He just lets Eddie be for a few hours, and then he returns with a can of soda (even though Eddie's rarely allowed to have any) and a new copy of Lord of the Rings, and he sits at the edge of the bed and says nothing.
Eddie sniffles. Wipes his nose with his sleeve. Apologizes for ruining the cake.
Wayne brushes him off. "I'll do it right next year."
Eddie doesn't know what he means.
(The following year, when Wayne comes out with blue candles on a blue cake, he understands.)
Either way, the realization is neither magical nor mundane. It's not special and it's not not special. It just is.
It goes like this:
He's reading that same copy of Lord of the Rings, sitting in the same bed, wearing the same clothes, and he thinks that he'd like to be like Frodo.
Or Sam.
Or Aragorn.
And he doesn't quite know why, and it doesn't quite matter. He just sits there, and sips at his soda (that he grabbed from the cabinet himself, because Wayne let him), and thinks that he'd like to cut his hair.
(Later, he'll realize that he prefers it long.)
He starts wearing his t-shirts baggier, and his shorts longer. Throws away all the skirts and dresses that never fit him quite right, then later finds some that do.
It's not mundane, and it's not magical. It just kind of is.
Eddie realizes that he's a boy the same way that he realizes he's been breathing his entire life. Constantly, and without effort.
And so he continues on, being a boy and breathing, in that very same way.
He sips his soda, and reads his books, and feels a little sick when he sees the color pink.
Feels better, though, knowing that he belongs to blue.
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❝have you ever been dancing before?❞ (From Elinora for Aragorn)
Aragorns eyebrows furrowed, folding his arms against his chest. He wasn’t one to simply let himself go or have fun. His sole focus was getting revenge for what queen Freya had done to his family. “Dancing?” He said and shook his head before smirking slightly at the thought. “Dancing has never been something I’ve had the luxury to experience. I came from a small village which Freya destroyed with her huntsmen. We never had finery to enjoy such a thing” he said simply and shrugged.
“Why do you ask?” Aragorn said as he titled his head, his loyalty with her mother was strong.
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"I don't think you want to head outside at the moment, Aragorn. Snowstorm."
/rangers on a mission | Hal
Hearing Hal's warning Aragorn paused near the door. For a moment he wavered between staying and going, the longer they delayed the more likely they were to be too late. Closing his eyes, pained by the decision he had to make regarding this he stepped back and sat down near the fireplace once more. Even with that acceptance of council he still looked towards the window periodically, anxious to be on the way once more but unwilling to go and risk losing more unnecessarily.
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