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The Christmas gift that I waited almost 2 months for: Two Towers with full orchestra and choir!
Five stars, definitely worth the wait. The only challenge is how to divide your attention between the movie you love and the fascinating chance to watch the musicians at work. There was a guy who did nothing but shake chains and hit an anvil during the Isengard scenes!
A few random thoughts:
—The crowd was really cheering at the first appearance of each beloved character. So when Háma showed up, I whooped for him. And in a theater of 6,000 people, I was the only one. But fuck it, someone had to do it. Háma rules.
—The crowd also cheered for the origin of all the popular gifs and memes, which REALLY confused my husband because he is Not Familiar. I had to explain, for example, that people cheered when Aragorn kicked the helmet because that’s the point in the movie where people explain about Aragorn kicking the helmet. He remains confused.
—In a startlingly Bilbo-ish turn of events, when reaching for my purse at intermission, I found a ring under the seat. Here it is as my husband was about to give it to an usher:
So if you’re a dark lord who lost your ring of power during a weekend getaway in Manhattan, just know that it’s in the Radio City Music Hall lost and found box now.
#lotr#lord of the rings#tolkien#lotr concert#two towers#keep it secret keep it safe Radio City staff!#éomer and haldir were 😍 as usual#but that goes without saying
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Courage
Relationships: (Platonical) Eowyn x (Fem)Gondorian!Reader / Eowyn x Aragorn (crush talking)/ Pippin x (Fem)Gondorian Reader
Warnings: Use of she/her pronoums
Summary: As a prelude to the celebrations on the victory over Saruman, the ladies of Rohan and Gondor participate in a simple encounter that seils their friendship validating each other's feelings in dark and lightfull topics concerning their hearts.
Note: For my dear friend @beautifultypewriter, inspired in her Gondor Girl concept. ( If you happen to like this one, I will keep working on releasing one more going full into the idea I brainstormed to you in dms)
Even after witnessing his demise, the voice of Saruman kept haunting her mind for a while during the trip back to Edoras. Despite being warned about it, she had certainly not behaved properly when facing the evil wizard responsible for the orc attack that caused the death of her brother followed by the kidnap of the hobbits. For once, she was the one doing exactly what Gandalf told her not to do and paid the price.
As a result of her angered search for a confrontation, she made herself another target of the prideful scolding. Saruman shifted guilt with skillful rhetoric, saying it was her who failed Boromir and let him die. The charm of his voice got her heart stricken with guilt. Although he didn’t waste much time on her, his insults were precise. He called her a wild beast that in nothing resembled the grace of a gondorian lady, a standing proof of the inexorable degradation in the lineage of Numenor that the ruling of Aragorn would not fix. In his conclusion, he didn’t forget to mention that Denethor would have rather been freed of a daughter than robbed of his eldest son.
From all those claims, he presented at least one truth.
The reminder of her father’s indifference was the last thing she needed at that precise moment. After acquiring a modest glory in the battlefield for the first time in her young life, being forced to think of Denethor was like having the victory being taken away. Her wins were twisted into flaws, making her feel once more relegated to the obscure spot he reserved for her back home.
Only the sweet voice of Pippin bringing her back from the self absorption as they were riding away from Isengard managed to counteract the perverse effect. Given the rushed nature of their reencounter, he accepted no one else to take him merely because he wanted more time with her. The excited ramblings from her beloved hobbit about the escape from the orcs, his adventures in Fangorn, and his involvement on the attack plan of the Ents were enough to ease her heart.
On his part, Merry didn’t hesitate on reclaiming his share of the honors while hearing the tales from close, but he also understood that his cousin was trying to impress his lady. In return, Gimli told them in a prideful tease about the bewilderment that a certain gondorian shieldmaiden had caused among the Rohirrim through her courageous acts fighting alongside him, Legolas and Aragorn in the front line at Helm’s Deep. His comments made Pippin’s impulse to present himself in an heroic light increase with his admiration of her.
It was simply lovely and she didn’t doubt in filling him with praise until he became a blushing mess hiding behind her. At the same time, he had accidentally reminded her of how proud Boromir would have been if he could have seen them together again after performing such great actions and that thought casted the sadness away. Time for celebrations was approaching and that brought a different, simpler reminder to her calmer mind.
Until then, the people of Theoden had only met one side of her. Precisely the one she had forbidden at home, since they knew her as the warrior maiden of the Fellowship initially playing wolf on sheep’s clothing for Wormtongue only to reveal herself moments later. Since that fight the situation allowed her to never get back in disguise. The refined lady of Gondor once seen in Rivendell never stepped Rohan, but she thought it would be fun if she would make a comeback for the party.
Let no one say ever again that she had no glimpses of the grace legends attributed to her bloodline.
Presented with all the comforts that Eowyn could share with her, the transformation became an easy and midly fun previous step. It gave them time to have a good long talk together while taking part on a lady-like activity that wouldn't raise any concerns. The niece of Theoden had her own personal interest guiding a sudden want to perform feminity, one her friend knew that she wouldn't comment with anyone else. Revisiting her wardrove in the calm of her bedroom while talking of the latest events she didn't got to witness was a good start for both. For instance, she was a witness watching for her and willing to share details that her relatives didn't bother on comment to her before.
" He died doing what he loved, ... backstabbing his master. " The gondorian joked into her telling of Wormtongue's death. " Your uncle, infinitely kind hearted as he is, was still offering him a second chance. I think that worm realized he had made a strong bet on the wrong horse, but Legolas gave him no span to show the king any regrets. An arrow to his chest, quite ironical way to die considering what he did. "
Eowyn gave her a half smile, unsure of how to feel besides from a deep relief.
" His black heart craved only power, control over me."
The girl knew exactly what she meant. Her meticulous work hidding the most controversial aspects of herself from her father's sight weren't enough to keep her fame completely clean. Rumours had spread subtly, and to many men craving control those have came out as attractive. If the only daugther of the Steward was wild as the forest, every single one of them believed themselves to be the one that could tame her.
" You are free of him." She sweetly concluded, holding her hand and abandoning her sight from the beautifull garments to focus completely on her. " And we can still hate him in secret, if you wish. I have encountered my own amount of despicable noblemen in Gondor, but none of them has yet sold to the dark power hoping to receive me as spoil of war from the looting of his own countrymen. You resisted with courage, one of the kind that many soldiers in the battlefield won't understand. I do, and admire you for it. "
It was the most heartfelt compliment Eowyn had received in a good while and it was hard to explain why a surprising happiness invaded her.
" You, my friend? After obtaining glory for both of us? "
The gondorian was eyeing the blue fabric of a cute dress she was considering to choose.
A reminder of the sea, of her mother.
" Would you believe me if I tell you that your domestic feat remains more impressive to me than all my killings at Helm's Deep?" She suddenly confessed. " Being alone in Minas Tirith with Denethor would be a nightmare on itself. To that add one of my brothers dead and the other one exiled, while also having to flee from the advances of a repulsive man seeking to submit me through resignation. Inviting me everyday to accept him as some inevitable fate, remiding me I'm alone in the world ... I don't think I would have endured it as well as you did, always keeping your royal dignity."
Eowyn had sat on the bed and, dress in hand, her friend followed.
" If you think I'm strong, please look at yourself, because your strenght inspired me that night."
" In some twisted way that escapes all forseen ends, justice was served. " Was her simple reply. " Your brother and my cousin are avenged."
The garment was carefully placed at their side as the guest rushed to hug her.
" Vengeance is not over, because you are going to look gorgeous for your crush and have fun. " She mischievously whispered. " Haven't you think about it? The hatred on Grima's eyes as he was leaving Meduseld was too focused on Aragorn, and now I think I see why ... "
The rohirrim lady looked up in shamefull surprise.
" No, you don't! " She attempted to defend herself in a playfull tone, breaking the contact. " That's not true, and I don't know how it occured to you, but ..."
" But Arwen is leaving with her kind, as far as I know, so I don't see an issue." The gondorian encouraged her. " I got to meet her in Rivendell, and I meet her father ... If I had one as wonderfull as Elrond, I would too seek to follow him. Besides, you are my best friend and Aragorn has become like a brother to me. if a mortal woman shall eventually come to cure his sadness, I would rather her be you. "
Her eyes were shinning with hope, but not only to the kind voice inspiring her yet a third kind of courage to face her growing feelings for the Ranger.
Loneliness fading, like ice slowly melting, to the certainty of knowing she had found a friend. Another presumably lonely young woman, at least in terms of companionship that could be found of other women, who had so quickly shifted such strong affection towards her.
" As my beloved friend that you are, I beg you not to feed my dreams so soon."
" Allow yourself to dream for a while, you deserve it" The foreign girl insisted. " If things don't work as we expected, we will deal with that later ... Together. "
She liked the sound of the last sentence, but kept her objections.
" How? Do you know the cure for a broken heart? "
" Let that brave heart of yours to take the risk, not only by the blade its strenght can be measured. " The gondorian concluded, then kissed her forehead. " If turns out my brother of the sword is not the one, I still have one more blood brother to introduce you to. And if you don't like that one, I'm pretty sure Merry has no hobbit lass waiting for him at the Shire. "
Her positivity and will to comfort her ended up getting a few chuckles out of her. Not exactly because of the jokes, but due to the happyness she found in her insistent support.
" I believe your love for the halflings is starting to put Gandalf's to shame."
The called out lady smiled, clearly on remembrance of her own infatuation.
" One stay in Rivendel and days of travel on our quest was all it took for Peregrin Took to win me over, and he wasn't even trying. " She began to tell. " There are some men of Gondor that think not much different from the says of Saruman about me: a wild beast, only to them I'm a fair one ... And all wildeness is up to be conquered and rulled, owned to make use of. They approach me like a mare in need of taming, thinking they will perform the miracle of my submission. Do you understand now how could I have fallen for one of hobbits that released the forest? "
She could have continued, but no more words were needed to make her understand the core of her reasoning on her feelings.
" Wouldn't you prefer the green one?" Eowyn pointed out, regarding the dress choice. " In homeage to Fangorn, and your love."
#lotr#lord of the rings#gondor girl#(platonical) eowyn x reader#pippin x reader#peregrin took x reader
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Dating Saruman Would Include:
Long strolls around Isengard in the moonlight
Public affection is a no, but he does like holding your hand
Him letting you hold his staff when he’s busy going through his books
Teaching you about the history of Middle Earth and magic
Sometimes you can convince him to do a little spell for you
Saruman loving how much joy that brings you
Sitting on top of Orthanc with him looking over Fangorn Forest
Taking you with him to council meetings
Which usually take place in Rivendell, one of your favorite places in Middle Earth
You can tell the council doesn’t understand your relationship, but neither of you care
Elrond is actually pretty supportive and arranges for you to have a luxurious suite all to yourselves
You enjoyed it at least until he started to change…
He locks himself away in his study for long hours at a time, sometimes even days
He barely even acknowledges your existence even when you pass each other in the halls
You sitting on his lap in his throne room trying to distract him
“What’s wrong, *Melethronen?” He asks you
“I miss you.” You answer, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re always busy these days.”
He apologizes and goes on to explain why and as you listen you notice how he goes from sounding distressed about the rise of the Sauron to a darkness coming over him, as though seemed to want it
You trust him, he is a wizard and head of the White Council after all. He knows best. But you can’t help this feeling…
Seeing the increasing number of goblins and orcs around makes you nervous
He notices this and tries to calm you by holding you close and assuring you that he would protect you
No one dares touch you
One goblin tried and ended up be thrown head first into a pit of molten lava
Seeing the downfall of Isengard as it went from beautiful and filled with life to metal and flame
You debating whether to leave him knowing that all this is wrong. You were even starting to doubt how much he loved you
But when you see him after his fight with Gandalf leaving him with a cut across his cheek, you realize you can’t. You love him too much.
As you clean his wound, he stops you and holds your hand placing a little kiss on your palm.
As you look into each other’s eyes you see that he does love you, that the Saruman you love was not completely gone…
*My beloved in Sindarin. I hope I got the right word 😬
#i had this in my drafts for ages#hope you like it#saruman#saruman x reader#christopher lee#x reader#reader insert#lord of the rings
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THANKS FOR AN AWESOME LIVESTREAM!
Eight hours later, here we are! Thanks to everybody who came to chat with us, and to all the lurkers hanging out in the background. This was an absolute blast, and I'm delighted you could be a part of it!
If you missed the livestream, or just want to go back and watch the shenanigans unfold again, here's PART ONE and here's PART TWO! Now you too can bear witness to the birth of a variety of ridiculous in-jokes, including:
The Fellowship as fruit
Australian Sam
Shawn Bawn
Carrying a piano
The Keebler Elf
Frat Boy Beregond
Batman and Robin in LotR (see under the cut)
Many, MANY Veggietales references
Baguette
In addition, here's an invite to the Discord server that the lovely Meg set up halfway through the stream! (To the surprise of all of us, including me, LOL) Thanks again, everybody!
"Robin! What do your Robin-eyes see?"
"Holy armaments, Batman! They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!"
This beautiful crack-post brought to you by my beloved velocimoose, @redbootsindoriath
#1K livestream#batman and robin (yes seriously)#other people's art#this was so much fun! i might have to do it again sometime ;-)
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🎲 for whoever you're feeling most right now? -@softtransbf
the generator gave me...
16. a kiss in the rain.
The cat sits in the doorway to the balcony, eyes wide and looking upwards. Its gentle chirping is no match of course for the rumbling skies above. It begins pacing, slender legs buried in tufts of dark fur that stands on end with a flicking tail that drags along behind it; It's a rather large animal, taking up the majority of the doorway with each step and as it reaches one end it turns on its heels, carving figure-eights into the ground with outstretched claws.
Its ears perk at the footsteps that approach, but rather than turning it simply stops pacing, one paw still suspended, and through sharpened teeth it produces a low growl at the imminent weather.
"Yes, it does look like rain," the arms that lift him are sudden, "You were quite on edge earlier, I was wondering why."
In that moment, the clouds thunder again, and the noise of drizzle on the tower's walls echoes between them.
The feline mewls, batting at the air before wriggling its way around in the wizard's grasp and stretching, a low hiss escaping from it before he sighs and drops it down, where it lands with a gentle thud, followed by the patter of nails against the floor as it darts back to the doorway. He turns slowly, until he sees the tall, slender limbs of elven descent reached with one arm outstretched to the outside.
"I hate the rain," Ídrhil states simply. He was not acclimated to the climates outside of Valinórë, and at this point he suspected he might never be. Rarely was the weather in his homeland anything less than sunny, perhaps a day of overcast but not ever much of anything beyond that in the harvest season.
"It's not so terrible."
The druid huffs. Maybe he could stand the rain, but what truly bothered him was the heat, the sticky sort of air that clung his clothes to his skin, that forced him each night to peel his shirt from his back or his armor from his body with heaving breaths, that stuck his hair to his forehead and caused his nose to run.
He feels the same hand that lifted him earlier now on his back, easing him forward slightly. He takes a weary step forward out onto the balcony and for a moment remains dry, but soon is nearly soaked. With a yelp, he backpedals, but finds himself colliding with the other man -- one who laughs, and steadies his beloved.
"It is terrible! Now move, Saruman, or else I will move you."
An empty threat, that much both of them knew. When the wizard simply looks down at him, half a smile on his face, Ídrhil sighs in defeat, and resigns to looking out over Isengard from the tower, leaned back against the other.
"Do you remember the day we met again?"
"Of course," Ídrhil feels the low rumble of a response against his back.
"It was a day much like this one, if memory serves."
"It was," Saruman pauses, "And you had just as much of a fit over the rain then as you are now."
"I don't remember it that way."
"In part, I hope, because my solution was to distract you."
"Oh?" Ídrhil cocks his head, glancing back.
But wiry fingers catch his chin, bodies winding around until they face each other once more, the rain dampening their clothes and each their hair. Ídrhil's breath catches in his throat for but a moment before chapped lips press against his own. His eyes flutter closed, hands grasping at the pale fabric of his lover's robes, but he still leans into the kiss, a rare affection anymore.
The elf grins before he even pulls away, chuckling softly, "Ah. I do remember that."
Saruman shifts his weight, giving the other more than enough space to return to the tower interior, but Ídrhil does not take it. Instead, he scowls at the arrogant smirk the Istari wears as he gazes downwards at him.
"Perhaps your hatred of the rain is misplaced."
"No," Ídrhil still holds a fistful of fabric, though he moves away just enough to speak, "I still dislike it. I just find being in it if I have your company to be...a tolerable alternative."
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Thoughts on the first two LotR movies:
There’s no singing :(
Where the FUCKING HELL is Tom Bombadil. What have they done to him. Where is my precious blorbo.
The music is good. The motif that plays whenever the orcs from Isengard do anything is exceptionally well used.
Gimli and Legolas are both great and their romance is emphasized a lot more than it was in the books.
Unfortunately Peter “Cancel Culture” Jackson removed a lot of the romantic dialogue/sexual tension between Frodo and Sam (“[Sam] ran to Frodo and took his left hand, awkwardly and shyly. He stroked it gently and then he blushed and turned hastily away. […] ‘It’s warm!’ said Sam. ‘Meaning your hand, Mr. Frodo. It has felt so cold through the long nights.’” (Page 219).
Peter “Cancel Culture” Jackson also must have thought very highly of himself when he deemed it wise to alter one of the most important character details from the books: Gandalf in this book doesn’t have the big naturals he is described as having in the book: “[Gandalf] wore a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, and a silver scarf. He had a long white beard and big naturals.” (Page 24).
When the elves speak, they’re using real Sindarin. I wasn’t sure at first but eventually I started noticing words I knew like dagor (battle) and lithui (ash) that accurately matched the subtitles.
Worth additional attention is the subtitles saying “trust” at one point when Arwen says “estel,” for two reasons. First, estel translates more literally to “hope,” so Sindarin having the same word for hope and trust in that particular context is a really cool linguistic detail. Second, Estel happens to be Aragorn’s deadname, “But [Aragorn] was called Estel, which is ‘hope,’ and his true name and lineage were kept secret…” So Arwen is being very rude with her word choice right now.
On that topic, I do think that the role of Aragorn should have gone to a trans actor. I don’t mean to suggest that I think that cis actors should only play cis characters or that trans actors should only play trans characters, it’s just that this particular role was a very visible and important role and I think that Peter “Cancel Culture” Jackson made a pretty major mistake in this casting decision.
Its pretty obvious that these movies suffered from the political climate of a post 9/11 America.
I’m serious though where the FUCKING HELL is my sweet baby… Tom Bombadil… HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO HIM!
I’ve never even heard of Howard Shore before now but like I said, he writes a good soundtrack.
This is a bit random but the timeline is shifted very slightly. Boromir dies at the end of the first movie whereas he dies at the beginning of the second book, and the second movie ends before Sam and Frodo reach Shelob. I think Boromir dying as the finale of the first book movie rather than the beginning of the second book was a good decision, but I think ending the second book with anything less than Sam in utter despair and Frodo presumed dead robs it of some of its impact, especially in a trilogy that centers on a theme of hope in the face of complete and utter darkness and despair.
I think Peter “Cancel Culture” Jackson generally did a good job with the first two movies, I just wish he hadn’t cancelled Tom Bombadil.
Tom Bombadil my beloved, how could this happen. How could it come to this. Peter “Cancel Culture” Jackson had no right to omit him from that movie.
This one is especially random but the book The Two Towers never made it very clear what two towers the title refers to, as there are nearly half a dozen important towers here: Minas Tirith, Minas Morgul, Barad-Dûr, Orthanc, and the tower of Cirith Ungol. The most obvious answer would be that the two towers are Minas Tirith and Minas Morgul, as they are the two towers that most closely match each other. However, the characters haven’t yet reached Minas Tirith at this point, and the Frodo and Sam don’t do any more than walk past Minas Morgul. After finishing the book I decided it was most likely that it meant Orthanc and the tower of Cirith Ungol, because that’s where the two climaxes of the book take place. The movie clears it up a bit by explicitly calling Orthanc and Barad-Dûr the two towers, because they are the lairs of the two main villains: Saruman and Sauron respectively.
TOM BOMBADIL WHERE AAAARE YOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!
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Midwinter fic masterlist
Because I've written a bit about this time of year, as part of various exchanges and my own prompting events, and it's probably about time I brought them all together...
Set in Imladris:
Firelight, G, Glorfindel, in the Hall of Fire close to Midwinter, thinks this might possibly be his favourite time of the year in Imladris. (Glorfindel, mentions of Erestor, Elrond, Lindir, Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir, very faintly implied Glorfindel/Erestor if you squint), @officialtolkiensecretsanta advent calendar 2020
Come Home, G, Elrohir has always been fascinated with the story of Maglor. One Midwinter, he finally has the opportunity to do something about it. (Elrohir, Elladan, Elrond, Maglor, Arwen, Erestor, Glorfindel, Galadriel, mention of Celeborn (he's there but he doesn't actually say anything XD )), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2020
Flowers in Winter, G, Glorfindel, it turns out, does not particularly like the winter. Erestor resolves to do something about it, and to remind him that spring will come again. (Erestor/Glorfindel, Arwen, Elladan, Elrohir, Haldir, mention of Orophin and Rúmil), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2021
Sugar and Diamonds, G, Celebrían, visiting Imladris for Midwinter with her mother, has a very important conversation with Elrond. (Celebrían/Elrond), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2022
Through Storms and Nightmares, T, When they are ambushed by Orcs on the way from Isengard to Imladris, and Glorfindel is injured, Erestor has no choice but to defend his beloved. Once they are safe, Erestor must learn to let Elrond and Glorfindel help him face his demons at last. (Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2022 (not super Midwintery, but it is set at that time of year)
Pockets At The Ends, G, Arwen wants to cheer up Erestor when she works out that he's extra-grumpy because he doesn't like the winter, and Elladan and Elrohir lend a hand. (Erestor, Arwen, Elladan, Elrohir, Elrond, Celebrían, mention of Glorfindel)
Set in Dale:
Should All The Stars Shine In The Sky, G, It is the first Midwinter celebration in Dale, after the Battle of the Five Armies. Bard and Thranduil are in the thick of the festivities, and Sigrid and Tauriel are stargazing on a rooftop; there are all kinds of magic abroad on this, the longest night of the year. (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid/Tauriel, Bain and Tilda are there too), @haveahappyhobbitholiday gift 2020
Caught Like Stars, G, Thranduil has his reasons for accepting Bard's invitation to celebrate Midwinter in Dale, but he isn't quite expecting anything that happens after he arrives. (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid, Bain, Tilda, Legolas, Tauriel), @haveahappyhobbitholiday gift 2021
Hilda's Grandma's Special Secret Recipe, G, Thranduil spends Midwinter in Dale with his new family for the first time, and is horrified to discover what they do to wine. (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid, Bain, Tilda, Tauriel, Hilda), @officialtolkiensecretsanta advent calendar 2021, part of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse
See This Storm Through chapter 6, T, The family celebrate their first Midwinter without Bard, Bain steps into his Da's shoes…and a few days later, Legolas and Thranduil set out to return to the Woodland Realm. (Legolas, Thranduil, Sigrid, Bain, Tilda, Lotta (Bain's wife), Brand, Astrid and Ingrid (Brand's sisters), Erik (Bain and Lotta's childhood friend), Einar (landlord of the Golden Dragon, best tavern in Dale)), part of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse
A Different Idea Of Magic, G, Tilda discovers that the snow reacts to her Ada in a totally different way than it does to her. (Bard/Thranduil, Tilda, Sigrid, Bain), part of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse
Home At Last, G, Legolas makes his way to Dale for Midwinter, hoping to surprise his family. (Legolas, Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid, Tauriel, Tilda, Bain, Lotta (Bain's wife), Brand, Astrid and Ingrid (Brand's sisters)), @officialtolkiensecretsanta advent calendar 2022, part of My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse
Modern AUs:
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like..., T, Bard can't work out why he keeps having to deliver parcels to Greenwood Hall. Thranduil feels strangely drawn to the handsome delivery driver. It's nearly Christmas, and a few of Santa's little helpers decide to give the two of them a bit of a shove in each other's direction… (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid/Tauriel, Bain, Tilda, Legolas), aka that one time I wrote a daft Christmas movie AU and it spiralled into a full-blown AU...
All I Want (for Christmas) is You, G, The Bowman-Greenwood family are celebrating their first proper Christmas together as - well, as the Bowman-Greenwood family. (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid/Tauriel, Bain, Tilda, Legolas/Kíli (only just but still)), aka that one time I asked for a load of prompts and ended up writing a Christmas special for the daft Christmas movie AU...
a kiss in the cold and dark (i should have kissed you that summer), M, Watching his kids on the ice rink at the Christmas market, Bard sees a familiar face, someone he hasn't seen for over twenty years. Someone he never quite resolved things with, all that time ago… (Bard/Thranduil, Sigrid/Tauriel, Bain, Tilda, Tauriel, Legolas), @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift 2021
Other fandoms:
Do I Have To?, G, MCU - Hawkeye (TV), Clint takes a couple of waifs and strays home with him to Iowa for Christmas. (Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Laura Barton, Cooper Barton, Lila Barton, Nate Barton)
Holly and Scratches, interlude in A Quiet Understanding, T, King Arthur (2004), The knights celebrate the Winter Solstice at the Wall, a couple of years before the events of the film (Gawain/Galahad)
To be updated...
#lotr#king arthur (2004)#hawkeye#midwinter fic masterlist#bard/thranduil#barduil#erestor/glorfindel#glorfindel/erestor#glorestor#sigrid/tauriel#sigriel#tilda#bain#legolas#sigrid#tauriel#arwen#elladan#elrohir#erestor#glorfindel#elrond#maglor#lotr fic#the hobbit fic#tolkien fic#clint barton#kate bishop#yelena belova#gawain
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I already know the answer to this but if you want an excuse to rant and rave about him, 9?
Do you have any favorite character(s)?
LOTHRANDIRRRRRRRRR BELOVED <3 idk how far you are into the epic quest so spoiler alert but oh my goddddd i was so sos so sososo shocked in that final instance in isengard... my poor stupid silly guy with skin thicker than every single beast in forochel combined.........betrayed by the person he showed kindness to...... tortured beyond belief, unable to recognise anyone, completely a husk of who he was, like theon becoming reek.......literally had my heart in my throat.......and then.................corpse of lothrandir......................................after coming ALL this way and WINNING the battle and getting SO close to saving him from his fate..........and then he dies IN FRONT OF ME????????? and THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!! it was ok it was OK?!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT WASNT EVEN HIM he's safe he's tired and hurt but he's ok and i'm gonna nurse him back to health and send selfies of us living our best lives to saruman while he cries himself to sleep in his stupid tower lmao
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❓Tag Game 💌❓
Tagged by @fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur, grazie mille per il tag, dear! 💖💖💖💖💖💖
Tea, coffee or soda?
CO-FEE! Black no milk and no sugar. My fav is espresso that I brew myself. When I'm sick I like drinking homemade thyme and honey tea. My fav soda is Ginger Ale! :P
Dogs or cats?
Forever a cat girl! 😺😺😺😺😺
Can you play an instrument?
No. And the only time I did (and I had to...play the flute at school) is a BIG NOT-DOING-THIS-AGAIN!
What's your sun sign?
First song lyric that pops into your head?
They're Taking The Hobbits To Isengard 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Do you have any tattoos?
I do not. But as soon as I know what meaningful design I want on my skin, I'm going to do it. (But I'm still thinking...it's been a while now.)
Favorite place you've traveled?
Greenwich, London - Rocamadour and Mont-Saint-Michel, France - Province of Siena, Tuscany
What's the last movie you watched?
Ocean 8! I love heist movies!
What languages do you speak?
French as mother tongue; English and Spanish; a little bit of Dutch, Italian and Portuguese. (@fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur I think we discussed this before, but we should talk to each other in F and I... 💕)
Do you have any hobbies?
I love puzzles. And now, I'm fully committed to writing the AUs I've in mind and translating fics in French. Reading OF COURSE! Watching my comfort movies & TV-shows again and again. Baking (although now it's more baking bread than cake).
You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose?
OMG. WHAT THE HELL?! This is so hard to decide.... I'd like to be wooed by John Thornton (the version portrayed by Richard Armitage) for an hour OR be taught how to throw the chakram with my beloved Xena. :P
Compliment yourself:
(goddammit.)
You have beautiful eyes.
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If you so wish to do the tag game thingy. @awildewit @scottishaccentsareawesome @anadorablack @auprintempss. In any case, have a lovely moment of the day darlings! 💕💕💕💕💕
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To Love a Ranger Chapter 15- Aragorn x OC
Aragorn x Issa
Description: After the Battle at Helm's Deep the group heads to Isengard to question Saruman, where they get to reunite with two lost members.
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The battle lasted well into the next morning, and what an event it was. The Uruks had a weapon no one had ever seen before. Whatever it was, it created a large explosion that took out a part of the wall of Helm’s Deep after being set on fire. Even with the help of the Lorien Elves they were still outnumbered, and they ended up losing many lives such as Lorien’s beloved Marchwarden. Finally once dawn broke upon the horizon help came in the form of Gandalf and the riders of Rohan, who helped greatly at the tail end of the battle.
Eventually the Uruks became outnumbered, and they decided to retreat. The soldiers fled from Helm’s Deep with Theoden, Gandalf, Legolas and Issa riding after them. Issa’s brows furrowed in confusion when she noticed them run into a forest of trees. That definitely hadn’t been there when the people of Rohan first arrived.
“Stay out of the forest,” Eomer suddenly yelled, riding out in front of them. “Keep away from the trees!” The others did as he said and instead watched as the Uruks disappeared through the treeline. Then, the trees began moving and screaming was heard. Everything went silent after a moment, which told Issa that the trees had killed them. Apparently Gandalf hadn’t been lying when he said the Ents were waking up.
The group went back to Helm’s Deep, where the Men began piling up the dead Uruk-hai soldiers. Issa, meanwhile, had opted to check on her companions. She passed Gimli, who sat on a dead Uruk while smoking his pipe. Then Legolas walked up to him, stroking his bow with a feigned nonchalance.
“Final count: forty-two,” he informed the Dwarf.
“Forty-two?” Gimli repeated, mimicking his indifference. “That’s not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish princeling. I myself am sitting on a pretty forty-three.” The Elf swiftly drew an arrow and shot between Gimli’s legs, landing in the Uruk he sat on.
“Forty-three,” he amended with a smirk.
“He was already dead,” Gimli retorted.
“He was twitching.”
“He was twitching…because he’s got my axe embedded in his nervous system!” He exclaimed, grabbing his axe - which had been lodged in the Uruk’s head - and moved it so that the creature moved too.
“Issa,” Legolas called, looking at the woman in question. It had become a common occurrence that Issa was the peacemaker and decision maker when it came to tallying in Legolas and Gimli’s little game.
“Gimli had it first, Legolas,” she called back simply, wiping her sword of any remaining blood. “Count remains the same.” Gimli laughed triumphantly, saying something in Khuzdul that Issa couldn’t quite catch, though it made her laugh nonetheless. She shook her head amusedly at him, then turned towards the entrance, where she noticed Gandalf leaving on Shadowfax, Theoden following on his own horse. She was quick to climb onto Eleo, the horse she’d kindly been provided with before the journey to Helm’s Deep and follow them along with Gamling, Legolas, Gimli, and ultimately Aragorn on separate horses. They rode to the top of the hill at the side of Helm’s Deep then stopped.
“Sauron’s wrath will be terrible, his retribution swift,” Gandalf spoke as they looked at Mordor in the distance, watching as thunder and lightning erupted and the darkening sky began to turn red. “The battle for Helm’s Deep is over. The battle for Middle Earth is about to begin, and all our hopes now lie with two little Hobbits…somewhere in the wilderness.” Issa looked at Aragorn out of habit, noticing his grim look shared with the Wizard.
“‘I wish to speak with Saruman, as soon as possible,” Gandalf continued before facing Theoden. “And since he has done you great injury, it would be fitting if you were there. But how soon and how swiftly will you ride?”
“My men are weary with battle,” said the King. “And I am also weary, for I have ridden far and slept little. Alas, my old age is not feigned nor due only to the whisperings of Wormtongue. It is an illness that no leech can wholly cure, not even Gandalf.”
“Then let all who are to ride with me rest tonight,” the Wizard instructed. “Tomorrow we will journey at first light. It is as well for it is my counsel that all our comings and goings should be a secret. But do not command many men to go with you, Theoden. We go to a parley, not to a fight.”
The very next morning the company, along with several other men of the King’s household, rode to Isengard. It was a relatively short journey, with a paved path leading their way along with one river shallow enough for their horses to ride through. They finally arrived at a forest that they rode through with ease, signaling that they were finally upon Isengard.
Issa perked up as they reached the other side upon hearing two very distinct and familiar laughs. Merry and Pippin sat atop a small hill that allowed them to tower over the company even while sitting. The older Hobbit laughed upon seeing them and stood.
“Welcom, My Lords and Lady, to Isengard,” he greeted with a wide smile. Issa couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief at the mere sight of her beloved Hobbits. Though she trusted Gandalf’s words back in Fangorn she felt much better actually seeing Merry and Pippin looking untouched by battle.
“You young rascals,” exclaimed Gimli. “A merry hunt you’ve led us on, and now we find you feasting…and smoking!”
“We are sitting on a field of victory enjoying a few well earned comforts,” Pippin slurred before taking a bite of his sandwich. “The salted pork is particularly good.”
“Salted pork?” The Dwarf repeated, sounding tempted.
“Field of victory?” Issa added curiously, earning a nod from Merry.
“We’re under orders from Treebeards, who’s taken over management of Isengard,” he explained.
“Wonderful. We have some business with him, get on a horse and we will go.” While Merry climbed onto Issa’s horse, Pippin chose to ride with Aragorn and without further ado, they were off. Within a few more minutes they came upon Treebeard, who stood in front of Saruman’s tower and greeted them with kindness.
“Young master Gandalf,” he greeted. “I’m glad you’ve come. Wood and water, stock and stone I can master. But there is a Wizard to manage here locked in his tower.” Aragorn looked up at the tower.
“Show yourself!” He yelled.
“Be careful,” Gandalf warned the others. “Even in defeat, Saruman is dangerous.”
“Well let’s just have his head and be done with it,” Gimli grumbled.
“No, we need him alive. We need to talk to him.” No one had time to respond before Saruman appeared at the top of the tower, leaning against his staff.
“You have fought many wars and slain many men Theoden King and made peace afterwards. Can we not take counsel together as we once did, my old friend? Can we not have peace, you and I?”
“We shall have peace,” the King started slowly. “We shall have peace when you answer for the burning of the Westfold and the children that lie dead there! We shall have peace when the lives of the soldiers whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the gates of the Hornburg are avenged! When you hang from a gibbet for the sport of your own crows we shall have peace!”
“Gibbets and crows! Dotard!” Saruman yelled. “What do you want, Gandalf Grahame? Let me guess, the key of Orthanc? Or perhaps the keys of Barad Dur itself? Along with the crowns of the seven Kings and the rods of the Five Wizards!”
“Your treachery has already cost many lives,” the White Wizard said. “Thousands more are now at risk. But you could save them, Saruman. You were deep in the enemy’s counsel.”
“So you come here for information. I have some for you,” Saruman responded thoughtfully before holding up what looked like a palantir and looking into it. “Something festers in the heart of Middle Earth, something you have failed to see. But the great eye has seen it! Even now he presses his advantage. His attack will come soon. You are all going to die! But you know this don’t you Gandalf? You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the throne of Gondor. This exile, crept from the shadows will never be crowned King.”
Aragorn looked up at him as Gandalf rode forward. Issa’s jaw clenched as she listened to him. If it weren’t for the fact that she didn’t have a bow and arrow (and Aragorn’s wary glance at her to make sure she didn’t do anything) she would have shot him where he stood for speaking about Aragorn the way he was.
“Gandalf does not hesitate to sacrifice those who are closest to him, those he professes to love,” Saruman continued. “Tell me, what words of comfort did you give the Halfling before you sent him to his doom? The path that you have set him on can only lead to death.”
“I’ve heard enough,” Gimli exclaimed. “Shoot him! Stick an arrow in his gob!” Legolas began to reach for an arrow, though he was stopped by Gandalf.
“No! Come down Saruman, and your life will be spared!”
“Save your pity and your mercy,” the Wizard scoffed. “I have no use for it!” Without another word he shot a bolt of fire at Gandalf, who looked unfazed by the attack.
“Saruman…your staff is broken!” Almost as if it were a cue, Saruman’s staff burst, then out came none other than Grima Wormtongue behind him.
“Grima, you need not follow him,” Theoden called, attempting to reason with him. “You were not always as you are now. You were once a man of Rohan. Come down!” The Man looked like he was considering doing so, but then Saruman scoffed again.
“A man of Rohan?” He repeated. “What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek and their brats roll on the floor with the dogs? The victory at Helms Deep does not belong to you Theoden Horse Master. You are a lesser son of greater sires!” The King, thankfully, didn’t listen to him and continued to speak to Grima.
“Grima, come down. Be free of him!”
“Free? He will never be free!” Saruman yelled, causing Grima to cry out ‘no!’ In response he turned to Grima and slapped him to the ground.
“Get down, cur!”
“Saruman!” Gandalf called the Wizard’s attention to him. “You were deep in the enemy’s council. Tell us what you know!”
“Withdraw your guard and I will tell you where your doom will be decided. I will not be held prisoner here!” No one had time to answer before Grima suddenly appeared behind him again, but this time he attacked, stabbing the Wizard twice in the back much to everyone’s surprise.
“Legolas,” Issa called worriedly. The Elf was quick to aim an arrow at Grima, shooting him in the heart and causing him to fall back.It was too late, though. Saruman lost his balance and fell from the tower. Issa watched in horror as he fell the length of the tower before finally being impaled on a great water wheel below. She turned her head away with a small sigh, then faced Gandalf when he spoke.
“Send word to all our allies and to every corner of Middle Earth that still stands free. The enemy moves against us. We need to know where he will strike.” Everyone turned to the water wheel as it turned, taking Saruman with it. He disappeared beneath the water head first.
“The filth of Saruman is washing away,” Treebeard remarked. “Trees will come back to live here. Young trees, wild trees.”
“Pippin?” Issa called confusedly after the Hobbit in question slid from the horse he sat on and began moving closer to the wheel. She watched as he picked something up. It was the palantir originally in Saruman’s possession. He looked into it curiously.
“Bless my bark,” Treebeard exclaimed softly.
“Peregrin Took, I’ll take that my lad,” the White Wizard called, moving closer to the Hobbit and holding out his hand. “Quickly now!” Pippin stared at him, somewhat unsurely, which made Issa speak.
“Go ahead Pippin,” she added in a more welcoming and comforting tone. “Give it to him.” Pippin looked at her, then handed the palantir to Gandalf. The Wizard wrapped it up then stared at the Hobbit intently before turning away. Pippin looked sheepishly at Issa, who merely smiled at him then gestured for him to return to Brego.
“Whatever Saruman had planned will be put to a halt momentarily, which gives us some time,” Gandalf continued as Aragorn helped Pippin onto his horse.
“And what does that mean for us?” Issa questioned curiously.
“It means we can allow ourselves a moment of reprieve, at least for the night,” the Wizard answered with a small smile her way.
“And that calls for a celebration!” Theoden added jovially, earning a grin from several of those around them. “Back to Edoras!”
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OOH OOH OOH! lotro ask game!!! 2, 4, 9, 20, 35, 42? <3
Thanks for the ask!! <3
2. Do you have a favorite Epic quest?
I love, love, love the session play quests. My favorite tho has to be the ever-iconic Boromir POV session play during vol 3 book 7. I’m sure he does canonically know everyone’s names in the fellowship, but the names he gives them in the game are too hilarious.
4. Do you have a favorite side quest?
I really love the lore-based side quests in Lothlorien that talk about the tale of Amroth and Nimrodel, as well as the ones where you explore or reflect in different areas. The slower pace and encouragement to take in the scenery were a breath of fresh air after spending so much time hacking at things in Moria.
I also love the side quests in Rohan that mention how Eowyn has inspired other girls and women, and the relationships that she has with the various female thanes and reeves. LOTRO has always been pretty good about its depiction of women imo, but it seemed like around Rohan it really started stepping into portraying relationships between women, which I appreciated.
9. Do you have any favorite character(s)?
Corudan, my beloved. **spoilers if you haven’t reached Helm’s Deep** I still can’t believe I just waved goodbye to him and sent him on his way at Helm’s Deep without realizing I wouldn’t see him again. ;-; The devs better pick up his storyline again and let us know what happened to him—and he’d better be alive—or I’ll riot.
And since we’re fresh off the Harvest Festival, I love Ivy Redsmith. She’s such a good friend ;-;
20. Do you spend a lot of time on cosmetics- outfits, weapons, housing, pets? Do you have any favorites?
I’ve spent WAY too much time on cosmetic outfits. I spent most of my time collecting cosmetics/cool armor and creating outfits when I first started playing, and it’s the reason why I’m perpetually running out of inventory, vault, and housing space because I have too many beloved pieces I’m not willing to part with. (On the upside tho, my new alts never have to run around in their janky beginner armor for very long because I always have something from the stash that I can share with them lol.) Most of my screenshots of the outfits I made were on my old computer so I don’t have access to them (rip), but I modeled a lot of the ones I made after the outfits I saw on blogs like Cosmetic LOTRO, Starry Mantle, Material Middle-earth, and Wandering Around Arda.
As for favorite pieces, some of my favorites include the Tunic and Trousers of the Autumn Traveller (Harvest Festival), the bee wings (Harvest Festival), the Swan Cloak and Cloak of the Dove (store items), Gwir-palvais (Isengard instance), all of the Dunland quest reward armor (that was when I really did my inventory in lol), and the High Elf starter armor.
35. Are there any quotes you like?
Rodwen and her group of failing adventurers (in Parth Galen/the East Wall in East Rohan) have a lot of choice dialogue, with my favorite being, “We lost Cuilinn not long after leaving Cair Andros; he was a minstrel, and did not understand the need for silence at a crucial moment.”
And I love every sassy comment Corudan makes about third wheeling with Horn and Nona. :D
42. Are there any fun easter eggs you’ve found that you enjoy?
According to the devs it’s not an official easter egg (and wasn’t a connection on their radar at all), but I read on the forums that the Ivy Redsmith/Halson Cleary story line coincidentally mirrors Connie Willis’ short story, “A Letter from the Clearys.” I've never read the story, but I thought that was cool, even if it was unintentional.
My favorite official easter egg is the hidden deed for climbing to the highest point of the Hollin Ridge, which bestows the “Ridge-racer” title upon completion. My main bore the title proudly for a long time. :D
[lotro asks]
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Those Worth Fighting For
Here it is—for anyone in the small but devoted crowd who loves Háma, captain of the king’s guard in Rohan, as much as I do. (If you’re curious about why I love him, see here)
Characters: Háma and his OC young daughter Hálwinë (“genuine friend”)
Genre: I don’t know what to call this, really. It’s just meant to be sweet and simple and maybe a little sad.
Summary: As the Rohirrim are just beginning to perceive the danger posed to them by Saruman, Háma strives to give his beloved daughter normalcy and happiness on a special morning together.
Inspiration: Again, I cannot overstate to you how much I love the Rohirrim, and Háma is one of the absolute greatest. In my mind, he’s a Wife Guy in the best possible sense (she’s only alluded to here, but she works as the midwife in Edoras and Háma is INTO her) and a fundamentally gentle person who isn’t afraid to show his emotions.
Special thanks to @konartiste and @eomerofrohan for the encouragement based on a random idea from earlier in the week!
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“Let's be very quiet.” Háma held up a finger to his lips. “Mama was out late helping a new baby to be born, and now she needs her sleep.”
Hálwinë immediately stopped running and switched to careful tip toes as she passed the closed bedroom door. She looked up at her father and mimicked his hushing gesture with her own finger. “Quiet like a mouse,” she whispered to him.
He smiled and handed her a cloak before leading her out of the house and into the streets of Edoras. She skipped alongside him, occasionally stopping to stomp joyfully in a puddle or to greet a dog laying by its master’s gate.
“Come take my hand,” he called to her. “The street is busy, and we have to be mindful of others.”
She ran a few steps to catch up and held out her little fingers to him. He wrapped his strong, rough hand around her small, soft one, and together they walked down the hill. He kept watch for passing horses or wagons, and she sang him little songs that she made up about the things she saw around her.
When they neared the main gate, she looked up at him with wide eyes. “All the way outside, Papa?” In her short life, she had only been through the gate twice before.
“All the way,” he confirmed. “I’m taking you to my favorite place in all of Rohan, and that means leaving the city.”
He led her through the gate, nodding to the guards, and they began to cross the adjoining fields and hills. When her legs tired, he lifted her onto his broad shoulders, and she wove thick, clumsy braids into his long hair as he carried her.
At last, they crested a small rise and reached their destination, a wide, gently rolling meadow that was carpeted with wildflowers in every shape and hue imaginable. Halwinë squeaked in excitement, and he chuckled to himself at her renewed energy as she began to race around the field, her cloak and fine, wispy hair streaming behind her.
“Look at me run, Papa!” she called to him.
“You are so fast, my little foal!” he answered. “Soon you will outrun Shadowfax himself!”
She beamed with pride and ran even faster through the riot of colors, checking every so often to be sure he was still watching, which he always was.
Eventually she tired again and came to flop down at his side. “Let’s pick flowers,” she said, and he helped her to gather a small pile of blossoms from around where they sat. She tucked two behind her ear and one in his beard, which made her giggle, and he pretended not to know what she was laughing at, which made her laugh even harder. He showed her how to twist the flower stems to form a chain, and she sat for many minutes happily stringing together bloom after bloom.
As she worked, he looked over her shoulder at the dark veil of smoke that had increasingly begun to cloud the skies over Isengard these last few weeks. Hálwinë had not said anything about it, and he hoped she wouldn’t notice, not today and not for as long as possible. Whatever ill fate the smoke portended, he did not want her to know about it. He looked back down at her, brow furrowed in deep concentration on her task, and gently smoothed a hand over her hair.
“Shall we turn your flower chain into a crown?”
Her eyes lit up, and she watched with rapt attention as he looped the chain into a circlet and tied the loose ends together.
“Who should wear the crown?” she asked when he was done.
“Well, a ruler should be someone who is very wise and brave. And very kind. Do you know anyone like that?”
She thought hard for a moment and then looked up at him again. “Mama?” she ventured.
If he had been standing he might have fallen to his knees, overcome by the intensity of his love for her, so innocent and small and perfect. He cupped a large hand to her face and smiled at her. “You are right. She is the smartest and kindest and bravest person I know. Let’s go bring the crown to Mama.”
They joined hands again and walked back in the direction of Edoras together, leaving the ominous skies in the distance behind them.
#lotr#lord of the rings#tolkien#fan fiction#lotr fanfic#hama#rohan#rohirrim#hama of rohan#my boy is a softie
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1, 10, 30, 39?
LOTRO ask game!
(I’m going to do both 38 and 39 because I have A LOT of opinions on the soundtrack, you have been warned.)
1 - How did you first get into LotRO? Do you remember when you started playing?
Aw man, I remember I started playing in the summer of 2014 when I’d just turned 13 and had no idea how MMOs worked but loved Tolkien to bits. I don’t remember exactly how I found out about LOTRO, but I’m pretty sure it’s just the fact that I like games and I like Tolkien that led me to it by chance on an internet search. My first character was a Burglar? A Hunter? Named Bronvien who never made it out alive from the server closures in Snowbourn. I’ve kept her there since out of posterity and remembrance, but maybe I’ll transfer her to Crickhollow or Landroval when transfers are open again, or remake her entirely.
10 - Do you have any favorite reputation faction(s)?
Anything Rangers-related has my heart, they’ve been there since the beginning and continue to be a huge part of the game, so I make it a point to get to max rep with them whenever I can. A few other factions that are especially memorable to me the most are the Riders of Stangard, Men of Dunland, the Wilderfolk and the Grey Mountains Expedition!
30 - Do you take a lot of screenshots? (have any to show off?)
Absolutely, have these from some of my favourite outfit photoshoots! (Also going to shamelessly plug my outfit blog that’s going to be updated with new outfits very soon!)
38 - Do you have any favorite soundtracks from around the game?
Buckle up kiddos, y’all are about to hear some OPINIONS.
First off, I need to write a disclaimer, because absolutely nothing will ever top the Riders of Rohan and Helm’s Deep soundtrack for me, so anything from those two expansions are immediately off the table, but I’m still going share one favourite track from each of those regardless so you know where I’m coming from.
So to start, here are my two favourite tracks from Riders of Rohan and Helm’s Deep:
Riders of Rohan - Roaming Free I feel like if I had to pick one track that encapsulates Rohan, this is THE track. The chorus!!! The strings!!! I love everything about this so much and this reason I spend so much time in Rohan, even at level cap.
Helm’s Deep - Across the Divide On the other end of the spectrum, we have something more somber and foreboding. This one just tugs at my heart strings so much, and knowing what’s about to go down in Helm’s Deep makes it all the more oh-so-deliciously-tragic.
Anyway, there’s a lot of tracks that I love, but since so many of them are pretty well-known and beloved (like this dreamy track from Evendim), I’m going to talk about the tracks that I always stop to listen to and don’t think get enough attention:
Siege of Mirkwood - Gathbúrz A lowkey number that is only played in very specific parts of Southern Mirkwood. A hauntingly beautiful and dark track that ebbs and flows and keeps you on your toes as you approach Dol Guldur. I can listen to this one for days. I once accidentally put this on my phone speaker during class but it was so quiet and understated I didn’t notice it for a good half an hour.
Rise of Isengard - Nan Curunír variation Such a strong and memorable piece! The moment the trumpet and drums came in, I was hooked. It’s mysterious and menacing, but at the same time very grounded. It lets you know that it’s there and doesn’t shy away from being bold without being obnoxious.
Minas Morgul - The Sons of Isildur A gentle but powerful track that really captures the former glory of the Kings of Gondor. It’s been quite a while since we’ve had something so soft but so regal. This one’s not in a hurry, and carries with it a certain weight and grandiose amplified by the soft drums in the background. I have a lot of feelings about Minas Morgul and it shows.
Where Dragons Dwell - Memories of Tharrazhâr I don’t think I’ve heard a more beautiful track since Riders of Rohan, Bill Champagne really hit it out of the park with this one. There’s hope and desperation in equal measure in this track, it’s a whole journey rolled into five minutes and forty-two seconds. I remember playing through the expansion back in April 2020 in the middle of the pandemic and just being awed by the music and how well it fit Ered Mithrin and the writing.
And now with some honourable mentions:
Riders of Rohan - LOTRO Legacy This one holds so many memories for me, it was the menu music when I first started playing. It used to catch me off guard with how LOUD it was but now that it’s gone, I miss it dearly whenever I’m not running around in the Gap of Rohan.
Mines of Moria - We Cannot Get Out Whenever I get tired of Moria, this one picks me right back up. This one’s like a gulp of fresh air and a glass of cold water when you’ve been underground for way too long.
Shadows of Angmar - Prancing Pony variation A delightful little jig that warms my heart, this is the one I keep in my Breeland houses.
39 - Are there any soundtracks you particularly dislike?
All of the following should not be taken as seriously as my “soundtracks that I like” essay review. I’ve had plenty of “girl why do you hate fun” discussions about the game with my best friend of 13 years and counting who also plays LOTRO, in which the soundtrack was brought up plenty of times. There may be some hot takes.
Shadows of Angmar - The Dunedain I actually like this track a lot, but the thing is this only plays in short bursts in so many “save the Rangers” and “fight by the Rangers” instances that it’s left somewhat of a bad taste in my mouth. It’s like only having the smallest crumb from the crust of your favourite pie. I LIKE this track. A LOT. But it’s just never played in full enough for me to appreciate it while playing the game, so I ended up listening to it outside of the game. No, seriously, I have it saved in my music folder so I can listen to it offline.
Pretty much everything that plays in Gondor EXCEPT THIS BELFALAS TRACK To me, every single track (except that one track) in Gondor feels...garish, gaudy, and intrusive. Everything is just too much and over-elaborate for me to enjoy. I’m also willing to give this Dol Amroth track a pass, but it’s on thin ice.
Shadows of Angmar - War Pipes I liked this track, until I didn’t. Incidentally, I also hate doing the Trouble in Tuckborough instance because I keep getting turned around in the dark in the godawful urban planning of The Shire. It’s not very fun trying to find your way around Tuckborough in the dark with bagpipes blasting in your ears. If it weren’t for Trouble in Tuckborough, I’d like this track more.
Elf music in general, unless there’s harps A very controversial take, but I can’t stand the cacophony of high-pitched flutes and vocals and shrill strings. I do enjoy the tracks where the harp is the dominant instrument though, like this one. I think it’s the amount of back and forth with Elrond in Volume 1 of the Epic that’s worn out Elf music for me.
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COUNCIL OF ELROND PT 4 (END OF RECAP)
i’m stopping putting things under a cut this is tagged spoilers
'"I have been told that wherever they go the Riders ask for news of a land called Shire."
'"The Shire," I said; but my heart sank.
Gandalf WILL defend hobbits even when facing the Ancient Evil Descended From Morgoth.
It cannot be reached save by passing the circle of Isengard; and in that circle there is only one gate.
“They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard” started playing in my head here.
'"So you have come, Gandalf," he said to me gravely; but in his eyes there seemed to be a white light, as if a cold laughter was in his heart.
'"Yes, I have come," I said. "I have come for your aid, Saruman the White." And that title seemed to anger him.
'"Have you indeed, Gandalf the Grey!" he scoffed. "For aid? It has seldom been heard of that Gandalf the Grey sought for aid, one so cunning and so wise, wandering about the lands, and concerning himself in every business, whether it belongs to him or not."
COLOUR SYMBOLISM COLOUR SYMBOLISM COLOUR SYMBOLISM colours being inverted from their usual meaning I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
What brings you now from your lurking-place in the Shire?"
To be fair, Saruman DOES say “the Shire”.
'"Radagast the Brown!" laughed Saruman, and he no longer concealed his scorn. "Radagast the Bird-tamer! Radagast the Simple! Radagast the Fool! Yet he had just the wit to play the part that I set him. For you have come, and that was all the purpose of my message. And here you will stay, Gandalf the Grey, and rest from journeys. For I am Saruman the Wise, Saruman Ring-maker, Saruman of Many Colours!"
'I looked then and saw that his robes, which had seemed white, were not so, but were woven of all colours, and if he moved they shimmered and changed hue so that the eye was bewildered.
'"I liked white better," I said.
'"White!" he sneered. "It serves as a beginning. White cloth may be dyed. The white page can be overwritten; and the white light can be broken."
'"In which case it is no longer white," said I.
COLOURS AGAIN!!!!!!
And both my fear and my hope proved ill-founded. For my hope was founded on a fat man in Bree; and my fear was founded on the cunning of Sauron. But fat men who sell ale have many calls to answer; and the power of Sauron is still less than fear makes it.
I don’t know why, but I really like this.
'I saw you!' cried Frodo. 'You were walking backwards and forwards. The moon shone in your hair.'
Gandalf paused astonished and looked at him. 'It was only a dream,' said Frodo, 'but it suddenly came back to me. I had quite forgotten it. It came some time ago; after I left the Shire, I think.'
prophetic Frodo? don’t remember this ngl. cool though!!
Gandalf the Grey caught like a fly in a spider's treacherous web! Yet even the most subtle spiders may leave a weak thread.
coughs in spiders in tolkien coughs in shelob coughs in ungoliant
'He set me down in the land of Rohan ere dawn; and now I have lengthened my tale over long. The rest must be more brief.
Oh are you saying this now Gandalf? Now that we’re two-thirds of the chapter in? I daren’t wonder what it might have been had you not quit talking.
'"Butterbur they call him," thought I. "If this delay was his fault, I will melt all the butter in him. I will roast the old fool over a slow fire." He expected no less, and when he saw my face he fell down flat and began to melt on the spot.'
I love the creativity of the threats, like “he likes food? i’ll torture him with food”
'"Strider!" I cried, shouting for joy.
'"Yes, sir, I am afraid so, sir," said Butterbur, mistaking me. "He got at them, in spite of all that I could do, and they took up with him. They behaved very queer all the time they were here: wilful, you might say."
'"Ass! Fool! Thrice worthy and beloved Barliman!" said I.
Gandalf really went from cursing him (derogatory) to cursing him (affectionately) in a second there
'Well, the Tale is now told, from first to last. Here we all are, and here is the Ring. But we have not yet come any nearer to our purpose. What shall we do with it?'
Ngl this recap was shorter than I thought! I recall it being longer in my book. But maybe it feels that way because I’m not turning pages.
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*about their spouses*
Elves: behold! My dearest one, the light of my life!
Ainur: My conjoined twin is good at a thing! Let me song about this for the next 20,000 years!!
Men: LOOK AT MY FUCKING SPOUSE GUYS. ARENT THEY HOT. ARENT THEY THE BEST.
Orcs, but especially Uruk-hai: this is my stupid idiot. i want to shove them in a box and shake them around. i want to study them under a microscope. fucking idiot.
Everyone else:
Orcs:
Everyone else: …is that you, Sauron?
Sauron in the background, pointing at Melkor: look at this disaster noodle! spaghetti of ILLITERACY
#a linguistic history of middle earth#elves#ainur#orcs#isengarders my beloved#sauron#(implied)#angbang#the silmarillion#all the ages#silliness#incorrect silm quotes#silmarillion incorrect quotes#incorrect silmarillion quotes
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Fool Of A Took - Peregrin ‘Pippin’ Took
Requested By: @iwazoomingouttahere
Hola!!! I was wonderinggggggggggg if my favorite writer could write a pippin x f! reader where she’s a hobbit and his girlfriend/fiancée and she’s part of the fellowship, but she’s constantly underestimated due to the fact she’s a female so when after a battle everyone remembers she’s “a delicate female” and panic because she wasn’t with them only to turn around and see her literally standing on top of a pile of orcs they realise that they’re in the presence of a badass and there’s fluff insuing
I changed it up only slightly because of how I feel most hobbits would react in said situation. Also, I feel like the first half is a let down but definitely improves. I just wanted to mainly give a little run down of how reader joins the quest and some points as to what had happened I guess.
Overall, it still fits with what you had asked for I believe so I really do hope you enjoy it. Also, I think this is the shortest amount of time you’ve ever had to wait for your request to be finished lmao (Well done me!)
Warnings: Mentions of battle. Mentions of blood. Mentions of injury. Mostly sweet. (LIKE ITS SO SWEET BRUH. MY FUCKING SUGAR LEVELS BE THROUGH THE ROOF WITH HOW SWEET THIS SHIT IS). Most likely, highly inaccurate to actual movie events.
Words: 2,804
Pairings: Peregrin ‘Pippin’ Took x reader (female reader) (Hobbit reader). Merry, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli (platonic)
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All this happened when Merry and your long-time partner Pippin convinced you to go with them to Farmer Maggots’ field to snatch up some carrots, cabbage, potatoes, and mushrooms. You probably would have continued to wander about the Shire if that weren’t the case, and you couldn’t be happier about it. It would have driven you insane if Pippin had left without a word, without you.
You joined Frodo and Samwise in delivering what you learnt was a powerful, dangerous ring to Lothlórien. As they discussed such topics as Sam, Merry, Pippin, and yourself listened in, you learned of the dangerous task they had to go through to destroy the item in question.
You knew the second that Frodo had volunteered himself as the bearer of the ring, to carry such a burden himself, you would be thrusted into such journey on your own accord. Dwarf after elf after man volunteered themselves to accompany him and the council of Elrond declared the group The Fellowship of The Ring.
The son of Thranduil was one member, the brash dwarf known as Gimli was another. Two of the race of men were the next members. Then finally, five hobbits, consisting of yourself, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin made up the whole Fellowship.
Time passed and you all faced hurdles that most would never find themselves surviving through. Poor Boromir taking three arrows to the chest, being separated from the others as Pippin and Merry get taken by the Uruk-hai where then Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and yourself pursue them into Rohan, all while Frodo and Sam continued on to Mordor to destroy the ring at Mount Doom.
You, your beloved, and his cousin reunite at the crumbling walls of Isengard where you stumbled upon them eating and smoking pipe-weed to their hearts content and after finally finishing any business in Isengard, you had all set off towards Rohan once more.
That night, you had felt Pippin shift away from you as you laid together in Meduseld but thought nought of it. Then, a strangled cry rang out through where you all slept, waking everyone. You watch in concern as Gandalf scolded Pippin who seemed frightened. Of what, you did not know.
The following morning, Gandalf had prepared to leave with Pippin to Gondor and you were adamant on going with, refusing to be left behind and be separated from Pippin once more. You were quite the stubborn hobbit.
“You nor Meriadoc will come with us! This is an important matter that must be dealt with, without either of you. It is bad enough that I must babysit one hobbit, never mind two or three of you,” Gandalf bellowed.
“Listen here, you old croon, I will not take no for an answer!” you countered. “That hobbit right there, that hobbit you plan to take from me, is the love of my life and I’ll be damned if I’ll allow you to do so! I will only follow once you leave anyways, so it would simply be easier to take me with you, you fool!”
With much hesitation and distaste, Gandalf had reluctantly allowed you to head towards Gondor with them, Pippin smiling widely at you, admiring your strong will and determination, your bravery for standing up in such a way.
Your time in Gondor passed with many complications, Denethor being a large one at that. Thinking back on it, it was now nothing but a haze, especially when you had been refused to fight alongside the others during the Battle of Gondor. The battle you were currently fighting was utterly and completely occupying your mind.
The Battle of Morannon was difficult, tiring, exhausting in all senses to each and every attended. For your small stature and femininity, you struck down enemy after enemy with strong swipes and strikes of your sword. You were panting, heavily breathing, chest heaving, sweaty and covered in dirt and blood. Your armour felt loose and heavy but protected you as intended.
The sword felt heavier with each swing and your throat began to feel hoarse due to your war cries. You lost sight of any companion you had met during this long, tiring journey, no familiar faces nearby. You prayed that Pippin was safe and still amongst the living, wishing desperately to not find his body lying on the ground, lifeless and cold.
You could only hope that any of the others were winning against the enemies they came face to face with. With a huff, you refocused on the battle surrounding you, quickly running to the defence of a man who had been outnumbered.
Before you could fight further, a deep rumble within the ground was felt below your feet. Each of those in battle turned to look towards past the Black Gate and there, they see the tower fall and Mount Doom erratically shake and erupt with flaming molten which then cascaded down its side. Frodo had done it, he had destroyed the One Ring.
The orcs wanted to retreat, now no longer under the influence of Sauron but the army of the West did not yield. The 300 hundred soldiers of Gondor and 200 of Rohirrim charged bravely towards the orcs, striking them down with no remorse, no mercy.
All too soon, it had felt as though the battle fizzled out to nothing and those who lived were surrounded by the stench of death from those orcs that litter the floor.
While you had been hunched over, trying to regulate your breathing once more, bent over with your hands on your knees, heaving deeply for oxygen to enter and fill your lungs, Pippin began to run around quite like a headless chicken, searching for you with his flittering, desperate eyes.
He called out your name, but it seemed rather fruitless. Those who survived cheered at their victory, some chatting quite loudly as they reunite with friends, brothers, fathers. He weaved through tall bodies in search of you, feeling bile rise up in his throat each time he looked to the ground, hoping he wouldn’t find you amongst the fallen.
The first person he recognised he had stumbled upon was Aragorn, who had surprisingly looked far better off than he had originally thought he would appear to be. “Aragorn!” Pippin shouted over to him, his small stature pushing past though of tall men.
Aragorn whipped around and a relieved smile reared itself. “Pippin! I am glad to see you are alright,” he exclaimed.
“Have you seen the others?” Pippin sounded hopeful, wanting nothing more to see his friends safe, to see his friends safe.
Just as Aragorn parted his lips to respond, the unmistakable boisterous laugh of Gimli sounded near them. Both Pippin and Aragon gazed over to find Gimli and Legolas speaking to one another as Merry looked up towards them with a wide smile.
Yet, you were nowhere in sight still.
“Friends!” Aragorn called, gaining the attention of the three that shout away from them instantly, all lighting up further as they see the rightful king of Gondor and the Took hobbit. Merry quickly ran over to Pippin as fast as his little hobbit legs could take him, jumping over the corpses’ of orcs and such, seemingly unfazed by the bodies that litter the ground.
Pippin was crushed within a hug by his best friend and cousin as the dwarf and the elf made their way over to join them, and as much as he was happy to see him, he couldn’t reciprocate the happiness they all exuded to the same extreme. Merry pulled back, still smiling widely, that was until he spotted Pippins’ expression. “What is it?” he asked.
“I-I can’t find Y/N,” Pippin replied, the sweet accent of his you loved dearly only making his voice sound more broken.
“We’ll find her, Pip.” Merry spoke with such resolute and determination, Pippin had almost believed him, as if his friend wasn’t being a complete fool in believing you were alright.
“Aye lad, she’s probably around here somewhere. Most likely looking for you,” Gimli chimed in, earning nods of agreement from Aragorn and Legolas. Merry hummed in approval of the dwarfs’ words.
Even though they had strong hopes for finding you alive and well, they couldn’t help but feel the concern wash over them in powerful waves. They knew of your strong will, your stubbornness, you great knack of good luck, but they also hadn’t ignored the fact that you were still a female, a hobbit, nonetheless. You were precious and delicate within their eyes, something to be kept safe and treasured. They weren’t even entirely sure how they had allowed you to join them on the battlefield.
You charmed your way, persuaded them with your powerful yet reassuring words. Most people thought you to be silver tongued, able to work others and bend them to your will with how you spoke, it seemed. It appeared you had a knack for getting things to go your way.
You had sworn to them that you would by someone’s side during the fight but of course, there was no guarantee and as soon as the battle had commenced, you all lost sight of one another, apart from the blonde elf and the red-headed dwarf who always seem to be stuck beside one another since they had first met, they claimed to be unfortunate.
Turning and spinning and still no sight of you. the land they fought on was large and open, a wide area to search. Their hoped began to dwindle, an upset, sinking feeling beginning to settle within their bellies. Pippin had been affected the most. He would be lost without you; he would become a shell of a hobbit if he had to be without you.
A small movement, or rather movement from a small thing, had caught the corner of Legolas’ peripheral vision and once he had focused more intently on the small hobbit female with his back turned to him, helplessly tossing their head from one side to the other, obviously searching like themselves, his smile reappeared, brighter and broader than before.
“I believe I have found what we have been looking for,” he called over to the group that had separated partially in efforts to quicken the searched. All heads of the people that had been searching for you quickly whipped round to look in the direction of the elf. Looking past him, they could clearly see your form, looking forward and side to side.
Tears quickly filled Pippins’ eyes and before anyone could even blink, Pippin began to run in your direction. “Y/N!” He screamed as loudly as his lungs would allow him, making you speedily turn on your heel to find the source of the sound. Spotting Pippin, tears flooded your orbs just as quickly as they had for Pippin before sprinting as fast as you could towards him to meet him halfway.
Soon, you collided, arms tightly wrapped around one another, as if you would slip away from the other, to end up torn apart once more if your hold had slackened. You cried into each other, basking in feeling of being held, of being together.
Pulling back to look at you, Pippin grasps a hold of your face in both hands, one on either cheek, cradling your jaw. Tears fell from his eyes like waterfalls of happiness and relief. “I thought I lost you,” he sobbed, hiccups soon following. “Never scare me like that again. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Probably steal more food from Farmer Maggots’ field,” you croaked, smiling widely, cheeks wet from your own salty tears. Pippin chuckled before bringing his face close to yours and quickly closing the gap to place his lips sweetly against your own, meshing together tenderly.
Parting, both of your eyes still closed, he rested his forehead against your own, still delicately holding your face between his hands as if he held the most precious, most fragile thing in the whole of Middle-Earth.
Your soft breaths mingled as you stayed close together, needing to stay touching one another, terrified that once you both open your eyes and part, you would both disappear. “Marry me,” Pippin uttered softly without thought, his words coming out on their own.
Your breath staggered, hitching within your throat, your eyes opened, and you pulled back slightly, looking up towards your fool of a Took. As if moving the smallest distance away from him had caused realisation of his words to dawn upon him, recognising that he had just sprung that question at you out of nowhere. His heart had spoken without permission, without consulting his brain and body.
He held his breath, and his eyes were wide with worry, fear. “What?” you whispered, unsure if you had heard him correctly, your heart raced within your chest, it pounding against your ribcage. Pippins’ heart was racing twice as fast as your own, panicked by how you may react. Had you not wanted to marry him? Had he just made a fool of himself once more?
“I asked you to marry me,” he gulped. “I-I know it was quite all of the sudden, but I was so scared that I lost you. I know it sounds rather dramatic, but I think I would die if I never held you again. I couldn’t possibly live without you and for that small moment that seemed to last forever, when I couldn’t find you after the fight, it I honestly thought I would never see you again. You don’t have to marry me. Don’t even have to answer me if you don’t want to. I’ll never speak to you again if you don’t want me to, I’ll even move away from the Shire if you ask-“
You cut off his sweet rambling by throwing yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, passionately, as if it were the last kiss you would ever share. He melted into the kiss quickly, both hands quickly settling on your hips, bringing you impossibly closer to him.
When the need for oxygen became too apparent, you pulled away, keeping your arms securely wrapped around his neck. “You truly are a fool of a Took if you think I do not want to be your wife.”
He beamed at you, one of the widest smiles anyone had ever seen grace his sweet face before bringing you into one more kiss. Wild hollering and cheering accompanied with loud claps sounded from behind Pippin and you were brought back to reality, remembering where you currently were.
Merry, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli had all made their way over whilst you and Pippin reunited and watched from the side-lines, clearly not wanting to interrupt the wonderful moment yet still wanting to watch your reunion. They had clearly heard you accept his ridiculous spur of the moment proposal which you wouldn’t have any other way.
You and Pippin separated and Merry took the opportunity to scurry over to you and bring you into a bone crushing hug. Although happy, you winced and hissed at a now present stinging pain you felt in your upper right arm.
Merry pulled back, concerned he had hurt you. Pippin also seemed panic by the display of discomfort you had shown. “What is it?” Merry spoke as you looked down at your arm.
“I don’t know,” you muttered confusedly. Carefully, Merry pushed up your sleeve, rolling it way past your elbow to be bunched up at your shoulder. All eyes widened, including your own, when a deep gash was revealed, warm, deep crimson blood slowly oozing out of the wound. All the blood that had covered you of the enemies along with the adrenaline and then later overjoyed emotion you felt with Pippin moments earlier had distracted you from the injury you hadn’t even noticed you gained.
“How did you miss that?” Merry exclaimed loudly as Pippin cautiously approached you to get a better look, absolute sheer panic portrayed itself on his face.
“Hmmm, I don’t know. Must’ve not noticed it,” you nonchalantly stated as you looked down towards the offending cut. You shrugged before turning casting your eyes back towards the others. All seem to visibly relax apart from Pippin to indignantly squawked out in disbelief “HOW COULD YOU NOT NOTICE THAT?!”
The others chuckled along with yourself as Aragorn tears a piece of his clothing as material to use as a makeshift bandage for the time being. Seeing the still overly concerned features of your now betrothed, you grasp his hand and smile reassuringly towards him. “I’m quite alright. We’re both together and that is what matters, yes?” Pippin nodded and visibly relaxed before you decided to add on.
“Plus, if its worth anything, those that tried to fight certainly didn’t end up with just a sliced arm.”
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Man, I really liked this one
Like I stated in the response to the request at the top, the first half seemed quite half arsed which I thoroughly hate and do apologise for
But the second half, I absolutely adore so
I’M HAPPY
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Anywho, I hope you enjoyed
As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D
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