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wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse · 3 years

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Spoiled Goods (Eomer x Fem!reader)

Word Count: 2181

Warnings: Dark, mentions of sex, bruises, etc. Not a wholesome story that's for sure. I'd rate it PG-13, so please don't read it if it makes you uncomfy, and if you do, well don't say I didn't warn you

Summary: Basically you get used by Wormtongue (Eugh) to keep Eowyn and Eomer safe, and then try and hide it from them. Don't ask how I got such a twisted idea, because IDK

A/N NOT IN THE BOOK OR MOVIES BUT IDC I GOT THE IDEA SO SUCK IT UP

The light shone in my face, piercing through my eyelids. I felt sore all over. And then I heard it. Harsh breathing next to me. Then I remembered what had taken place the night before. What I had sacrificed. But what I had saved. I opened my eyes, and slowly, carefully, got out of the bed. Wormtongue was still asleep thankfully, so I did not have to deal with him at the moment. I picked up my nightgown, putting it on as quietly as possible. Then I grabbed my slippers and slowly opened the door. I heard a bit of stirring, but then the snoring resumed. Once I was in the hallway, I ran as fast as I could, away from that room.

Turning around a corner, I slammed into someone. We both fell to the ground, and when I offered a hand to help the other up, I realized who it was.

"Eowyn, why are you awake this early?" I questioned.

She smiled gently, "I woke up earlier than normal, and I wanted to start some of my work early. Why are you up and walking around in your nightwear? Is everything alright?"

I faked a smile. "Yes Wyn, everything is fine. Well, I will be heading back to my room now!"

I tried to step around her but she blocked me. "Y/n, what is wrong? Your dress is all buttoned wrong, and you aren't even walking from your room. Remember, I know you better than anyone, so stop lying to me."

I faltered. Should I tell her? Should I tell her what I did? Why I did it? No, it would only hurt her. I smiled weakly again. "Wyn, I am fine. Now please let me go to my room." She relented and let me pass her. But she followed me down the hall and into my room. I should have known nothing would stop her from poking in my business. But at the moment, I could care less. I was exhausted, my body hurt, and I just wanted to cry.

We walked into my room and she went straight into the bathroom, where there was already water in the bath, probably meant to be used last night. She dipped her hand in it, testing the temperature.

"Why is there still water in your bath y/n? It was a hot night, so it is at a comfortable temperature. Please do not lie to me. You know how I feel about it." Eowyn said.

I stuttered. "I-I-I don't want to say. You would be disgusted with me. I am already disgusted with myself. "

She countered, "It can't possibly be that bad. You have always been a bit on the dramatic side. Please just tell me."

I could hardly utter the words to myself, much less to her. She would hate me. So I began to unbutton my nightgown. I would not tell her, but I could show her. She gasped when she saw the bruises on my chest, my arms, my thighs. I lowered my head in shame. It looked horrible, to begin with, but it would be even worse when she learned why I had said yes, why I had let him use me.

"What happened?" Eowyn said faintly. She helped me into the bath and then sat next to it, waiting for me to continue.

"W-Wormtongue. He was going to have you and Eomer killed." I was trying to hide the fear, and how mad I was at myself. My eyes began to betray me, welling up slightly.

Eowyn's eyes widened with shock. "That, that horrible!" She could not even finish her sentence, her words distorting with her fury. Her cheeks reddened, clearly enraged. "How dare he even touch you without your permission! I should personally kill him myself! And Eomer helping me! No one is ever allowed to do this to you."

I lowered my eyes, feeling guilt spread through me. "Wyn...he had my permission," I mumbled, not daring to look at her. "But I had to, I could never lose you, or Eomer for that matter."

I heard her shift slightly, her skirts rustling against the floor. "Y/n," she said softly. "I am so sorry that this happened to you. But I do have a question. Why would he have threatened Eomer as well as me? You are not as close, and he has a more fighting chance against him."

I grew even more embarrassed, hardly speaking above a whisper. "Well, originally, it was only you. But last night, I was trying to get my mind off of what he was doing to me, and, well..." I trailed off.

"Well, what?" Eowyn prodded. "Nothing you say will change how I think of you. I don't want to pressure you, and I know talking will help. Please continue."

Still refusing to meet her eyes, I continued. "Wormtongue told me if I was to speak, I was only to say his name. But I got caught in the moment, trying to think of anything else, and said someone else's name instead."

Eowyn sighed in understanding. "So he added Eomer to the list. I see." She put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Y/n, why didn't you say anything before?"

"I was too ashamed to admit that I had submitted myself to that. It was only a one night deal, but I feel horrible and gross. I feel like spoiled goods, that nobody would want," I responded, finally gaining the courage to look back at her.

She smiled reassuringly. "Well, that is certainly a rotten situation to be in, but I wasn't exactly referring to that. I was talking about Eomer. I presume you have feelings for him. How I did not see this before, I do not know."

I looked down again. "Oh, that. Well, I guess so, but I didn't want to say anything, for fear of ruining a good friendship."

She nodded slowly. "Well, I think I will give you some peace, so please, wash up, and get ready for the day." She started walking out of the room before calling back, "Y/n? I do not think a relationship would be ruined if you were to say something."

Before I could respond, she shut the door, letting me be. I decided not to ponder her words, and just relax in the lukewarm water. I closed my eyes to block the sunlight out. What would Eomer think of me if he heard what I did? I am now spoiled goods. No one will want me after this. No one would want a wife who has been with someone else. I hate myself. How could I do this? No, I knew why I did this. It was worth it. Saving their lives was more important. I began to get out of the bath. I had to face the day eventually.

As I pulled on my undergarments, I began to notice how dark some of the bruises were getting. My hips were the worst. They were covered with black and blue. Even the ones on my arms were becoming more visible. This was not good, not good at all. I pulled on my dress and darted to Eowyn's room, quickly knocking and entering without waiting. Unfortunately, someone else was there with her, hurriedly speaking.

"Eomer," I breathed, "May I speak with your sister? Alone."

He raised an eyebrow, but nodded, beginning to leave the room. But then he stopped short when he saw my arms. He looked at me with alarm in his eyes but continued to walk out the door. I hardly dared to move, or speak, until I heard the door close behind me.

"Eowyn, I need something to cover my arms better than the dress, it is too pale and you can see the bruises underneath. Do you have anything I might be able to borrow?" I spoke hurriedly, trying to get out of there before Eomer could come back. She nodded, understanding my urgency, and reached into her closet, ruffling through some stuff.

"Here this might work," She suggested, handing me a black, knit-shawl. "I know it is a bit warmer, but it is lightweight. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? If it is because of Eomer, which I am guessing it is, just talk to him. Or at least try. He cares about you a lot too."

I shook my head. "No, it was difficult to tell even you, and besides, caring about someone is different than what I feel for him. I need to go start my duties anyways." I curtsied and headed towards the door. I started down the hall, turning a corner and running into Eomer.

"I really need to check around the corners more often," I grumbled. He chuckled softly.

"How are you doing this lovely morn?" Eomer questioned gently.

I responded quickly. "I am doing just fine. Now if I may," I tried to sidestep around him, determined to leave a difficult conversation before it started. But he grabbed my wrists pulling me back and making me wince. He put my hand in his, showcasing the slight bruising on my wrists. Damn, I should have covered those up. He looked back at me, his eyes darkening.

Very quietly, but laced with danger, he said, "Who did this to you?"

I refused to look at him, slowly pulling my hands out of his grasp. He then began pulling the shawl to the side, gasping softly when he saw the bruises on my arm. He ran his fingers over them, slowly, tenderly. Then he took his other hand, lifting my chin, making me look at him. His eyes pierced mine, and again my eyes betrayed me, beginning to tear up a bit. He withdrew his hand quickly, thinking it was his fault.

"No, you are fine," I whispered. "And I-" My voice broke, I could not admit this to him. I could not tell him what I did. He would be disgusted with me.

"Y/n," his voice was deeper and gravelly, "You can trust me with anything."

I tried turning away again, but he stopped me. "Trust me," He pleaded.

I spoke quietly. "Grima was threatening to kill you and Wyn. I begged him not to, but he only had one way, one thing he wanted me to do in order to never hurt you again. I had no choice, but I hate myself because I let him. But now it is over for me. I am only spoiled goods, no one will ever want me as a wife. So there you go, that is why I was up so early, why I am covered in bruises." This time it was Eomer who turned away, his jaw clenching, his hand turning into a fist.

Then he turned back to me, softly cupping my cheek. "I will kill Wormtongue for even touching you, even if you said yes, he still took advantage of you. Y/n, you will never be spoiled goods, not to me." A tear ran down my face, after all the confessing, I was done, done with everything.

But suddenly I became aware of how little space there was between us, how I was backed against a wall, and how heightened my senses were. He brushed the tear away, his hand a bit calloused. He looked into my eyes, and suddenly I realized what he was looking for, what he was silently waiting for. I nodded, and then he pressed his lips against mine, slowly moving them. I reached my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, our bodies pressed together. This was amazing and completely different from what had happened the night before. (This had ya girl turned on af) He moved his hands to the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him.

After several glorious minutes, I was the first to pull away but kept my forehead pressed to his. "How long have you felt this way?" I breathed, barely able to contain the joy I felt.

"Many, many years. I was too afraid to say anything."

"Too afraid?" I teased, "Now that is truly surprising."

He laughed, one of my favorite sounds, before pressing a kiss against my forehead. "My dear, please know that you are worth so much, and that, as I said before, you are not spoiled goods. Please, may I have the honor to court you?"

I smiled even wider. "Of course my lord." He picked up my hand, kissing it gently. "I do need you to do something for me," I said, my mood darkening a bit. "No one else must hear of this, for fear that Wormtongue might hear of it. I do not want to know what he might do if he were to hear of it."

Eomer nodded solemnly. "Anything for you, My Lady," he responded.

And so the days passed. Stolen kisses in the dark, going for walks when no one could see, hiding in plain sight. I could still sometimes feel the ghost of hands on me, but that moved on eventually. And soon enough, it was Eomer, only Eomer, and it was pure bliss. Enemies came and went, threats taken down. And I stayed by his side, as he stayed by mine.

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iwillbeinmynest · 3 years

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Drabble Spree Time!!

My workload has finally let up a bit!

So I’d like to celebrate by doing some drabbles for y’all! I’m going on a mini holiday with my husband this weekend so I’ll keep sharing this and start responding to asks on Tuesday (I hope)!

Send me an ask with an original prompt (no cursing or smut prompts) OR a number from the list below ⬇️ and a character, and I will try and get to all of them as quick as I can :) Thanks y’all!

Characters I write for:

Marvel: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Thor.

DC: Clark Kent, Arthur Curry

The Maze Runner: Newt, Thomas, Minho

LOtR: Aragorn, Eomer, Legolas

Other Fandoms: Adam (OLLA)

Prompt list:

1. “Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me to hate you?”

2. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”

3. “I’m not happy here.”

4. “If he’s going to treat you like dirt I’m going to kill him.”

5. “I just want to cuddle and watch Friends.”

6. “You’re hiding something from me.”

7. “If I die, I’m going to haunt you.”

8. “I want my best friend back.”

9. “You better have a good reason for waking me up at the crack of dawn.”

10. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

11. “A wedding?”

12. “I just want to be alone right now.”

13. “Don’t you dare to ever do that again!”

14. “Where would someone hide in a town like this?”

15. “If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!”

16. “I thought you were a dream come true.”

17. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

18. “I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.”

19. “I made a mistake.”

20. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

21. “You can’t break my heart like this!”

22. “I wasn’t going to wait around for you forever.”

23. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

24. “I’ve moved on.”

25. “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.”

26. “Run, and don’t ever look back.”

27. “Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you just did.”

28. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

29. “Please, don’t give up on me.”

30. “When are you going to realize that I don’t care?”

31. “I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.”

32. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

33. “Ugh…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.”

34. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

35. “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid decision I have elected to ignore it”

36. “I’m tired of being your secret.”

37. “Would you believe me if I said the dog did it?”

38. “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

39. “Let me tell you exactly where you can go.”

40.“Who gave you that black eye?!”

41. “After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”

42. “I miss her so much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!”

43. “What are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”

44. “It must be hard to keep pretending your as amazing as you think you are.”

45. “Are you drunk?”

46. “I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes”

47. “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?”

48. “It’s OK baby, I’m here for you.”

49. “You say hurtful things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now.

50. “I’m not as dumb as I act.”

51. “My parents asked about you.”

52.“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!”

53. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

54. “Do you need me to get anything from the store?”

55. “They say I’m in here because I’m crazy, I think I’m crazy because I’m in here.”

56. “You’re hurting me, let me go.”

57. “If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.”

58. “I was going to kiss him, but I chickened out.”

59. “Don’t say you love me.”

60. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

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jazzistolkienfanfics · 4 years

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Darling, I’m right here - Eomer x reader

Hi!! I LOVE your Éomer fic. I was wondering if I could request another Éomer fic with the prompts 18 and 37? Thank you so much in advance! ❤

Thanks @elessandre !

One Eomer imagine, coming right up!

18. “Please, tell me this is a joke. This is a trick, right?” 37. “I can’t imagine my life without you.” “Please don’t.”

Type: Imagine Pairing: Eomer x reader Summary: when Y/N catches a drunk Eomer doing something he shouldn’t, her heart is broken Warnings: sadness, kinda angsty, vomiting, ‘shit’, ‘dick’. Also, I’ve never drunk and subsequently never had a hangover before, so … sorry for my probably bad descriptions. Word Count:

A/N - the title is from a song called ‘Butterfly’s Repose’.

It was a joyous night in Rohan, with dancing Hobbits on the tables, an Elf and a Dwarf somewhere having a drinking game (Y/N watching from Eomer’s side with amusement) and the return of Aragorn.

Y/N had, indeed, stayed by the Captain of the Rohirrim all night, letting him give her drink after drink as they both danced, laughing loudly.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised suddenly, disappearing off to who knows where. Y/N shrugged, picking up a conversation with Eowyn, who seemed to be quite enamoured with Aragorn.

After fifteen minutes passed, and Y/N still didn’t know where Eomer had gone, so she excused herself, looking for the attractive man.

Of course, that was how Y/N felt about Eomer. Attracted to him. He was kind and funny, strong and stern, one of the best warriors she knew, and a total softie, all at once.

There’d been several inexplicable moments where Y/N and Eomer had stared at each other with no sound but each other’s beating hearts, the space between them at once agonisingly far and strangely close. Y/N had always been the first to break eye contact with a deep flush spreading across her s/c cheeks, looking at the floor with a wide grin.

And tonight, with the help of a lot of alcohol, Y/N planned to confess how her racing heart had made her feel, how much she admired, and, truth to be told, loved Eomer. She was going to tell him.

It was difficult for the (height) girl to push her way through the masses of drunkenly staggering people and look for Eomer at the same time, but eventually she could see the long blond hair with a strands of brown, and she made her way towards him.

His back was turned to her, and as Y/N edged around to try and approach him from the front, she saw something that she hadn’t seen from behind, and couldn’t stop a pained whimper slipping from her lips.

Eomer’s arms were wrapped around the waist of a h/c girl, and he was kissing her as though she gave him life.

I was such a fool, Y/N stared, shocked. Such an idiot to believe any of those ‘moments’ really mattered.

She couldn’t bring herself to just stare at the two anymore - it made her sick to her stomach, and a raging fire of jealousy and pain swelled within her.

“Please, tell me this is a joke. This is a trick, right?” Y/N had meant for the words to come out more powerfully, stronger, angrier, but instead her voice cracked and pain seeped through every broken word.

The girl ripped herself away from Eomer, blinking rapidly and glancing at Y/N with a guilty side-look. When the mystery kisser took in the other h/c girl, she looked back to Eomer, shaking her head and slipping back into the drunken crowd.

Eomer himself swallowed, staring at Y/N with a confused kind of drunkenness, guilt and happiness and love and impartiality all in one gaze. “Y/N, I-”

“No, go and be with … that was Leowena, wasn’t it?” Y/N swiped her eyes furiously, resolving not to waste any more of her shattered heart on him. “Go and be happy. I was stupid to think anything we ‘shared’ really mattered.”

It looked like Eomer was about to protest again, but Y/N held up one of her hands, barely composing herself.

“No. You’re drunk right now. Go home, go sleep it off, and then you can be with her. I-I don’t care.” Y/N’s voice cracked on the last lie.

He swayed slightly, and before he could reach out again, Y/N turned and disappeared, running to anywhere where she didn’t have to face him, didn’t have to show him how hurt she was.

Because even as she ran, she left a trail of salty droplets on the stone floor, and her soft cries echoed off the walls.

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Y/N vomited again, retching until some liquidy mess that was mostly ale came up into the bucket before her. She wiped her mouth with a rag, a disgusted look on her face as she shoved the sick out of her sight.

Blinding pain made the pale morning sun’s rays on the floor seem like staring straight into the sun itself. Y/N squinted, falling backwards onto her bed with a groan.

Her memories of the celebration itself were fuzzy, but as she sat up and held her head in her hands, it began to swim back to her, along with a pain very different from her hangover headache.

“What a mess.”

Y/N looked up, wincing at the loud voice (that probably wasn’t at all so but it sounded like screaming to her), and felt a pang when she saw long blonde hair. Then, she cursed herself for being so obsessed, realising that it was, in fact, Eowyn.

“You think?” Y/N moaned. “I drank way too much last night. I feel like shit.”

“Did it go well, at least?” Eowyn asked, her perpetual cheerfulness now toned down as she recognised the hell of a hangover Y/N was suffering through.

“Did what go well?” Y/N asked, her words muffled as she resolved to lie back down with a wet cloth over her face.

“You know what I mean.” The hungover girl could practically hear the blonde rolling her eyes. “You and my brother. He’s literally smitten with you - I assume that’s why you ditched me.”

“Oh.” Y/N’s voice was suddenly very small. In her mind, she saw Eomer and the other h/c girl, kissing, hands everywhere, and she squeezed her eyes closed. “No, it didn’t.”

“Oh, Bema (basically God for the Rohirrim),” Eowyn growled. “He is such a dick.”

“No, Eowyn, he- he wants to be happy. I want him to be happy too. If that h/c girl gives him what he wants … then we are both satisfied.”

“That’s a load of shit, Y/N,” Eowyn retorted. “You and I both know that you and Eomer are head over heels in love with each other. You need to stop being so selfless and spouting this crap and tell him that he hurt you! And what’s this about a h/c girl?”

Y/N told Eowyn the full story, and was shocked when she began to laugh, slowly and kinda sadly, but still her usual clear laugh nonetheless.

“Y/N … Lowena looks pretty similar to you. Eomer probably thought you weren’t reciprocating his feelings because I know that when you have a crush you can get cold because you’re confused.” Y/N winced at Eowyn’s accurate analysis, but motioned for her to continue. “He was kissing her because she reminded him of you. He wanted to know what it was like to kiss you.”

Y/N remembered how Leowena, a normally kind girl, had pulled away from Eomer, shaking her head. “Oh. But that doesn’t make any of this-”

“Right, I know,” Eowyn sat next to Y/N pulling her up into a cross-legged position. “Which is exactly why you should go and tell him that.”

Y/N squinted at Eowyn. “You’re too damn psychologically talented for your own good.”

Eowyn shooed her out of bed, telling her Eomer was likely to be ‘sulking’ outside.

She was right - as the wind pulled at Y/N’s dress and h/l hair, she found the large silhouette standing, silhouetted against the far-too-bright sun. He was sitting on some rock, curled in on himself in an unusual display of frailty.

As she crept closer, she heard a single soft sniffle, instantly muffled as he rocked slowly back and forth.

Y/N sat next to him without a word, following his gaze to the rolling green grasses of the Rohirrim lands.

“I was drunk,” he began quietly, without any greeting. But somehow, it was as good a start as any. “I was drunk, and I was the saddest I’d ever been.”

“When you left me to go-” Y/N cut herself off. “To- to go get drinks, you seemed happy.”

“Drunk me isn’t like drunk you,” Eomer said. “Drunk me thinks about every truth I’ve hidden from myself. And I was looking at this absolutely beautiful girl I was dancing with, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling when you did - and I thought to myself…” at this, he smiled sadly. “I thought: ‘I just had to fall for the one who wouldn’t like me back’.”

“And Lowena?” Y/N was determined to get the whole truth out of him.

Eomer confirmed what his sister had been saying. “She looks like you, Y/N. I saw her … and then I saw you instead of her. And I don’t know what happened, but I kissed her.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, looking to the side at Eomer, who, sometime during his explanation had let a tear fall down his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” his voice cracked on her name. “You don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

Y/N stared at him for a couple seconds, taking in everything that he was, and she reached out to squeeze his hand. “I think I can forgive you.”

“You can?”

“I can’t imagine my life without you.” Y/N smiled, and it was finally a happy one instead of sadness seeping through it.

“Please don’t.” The words were barely a whisper.

Y/N leaned into him, resting her head on Eomer’s shoulder. He pulled her closer and let his arm around her shoulders, turning his head to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I could never replace you,” he admitted.

“Good thing you don’t have to.”

Slowly, hesitantly, but surely, she pressed her lips to his, in a soft, sweet kiss.

A promise.

Darling, I’m right here.

#eomer #eomer x reader #x reader #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr x reader #you #lotr fanfic #submission

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idjitlili · 4 years

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Eomer x female reader

Imagine Eomer walking in your tent on the eve of battle , to find you in pain.

Word count: 1230

It was the eve of battle, in Pelennor Fields, you had stayed with merry. Yet of course you had been stuck with agonising stomach pains that caused sweat to roll down your clammy face. Your hair slicked back, as you clutched your stomach in turmoil. Small gasps could be heard from your mouth ,as you felt parts of the egg exit your Body , as blood clots.

Turning on your side in your bedroll, groaning, Merry and Eowyn has left previous, to go the blacksmith. They wouldn’t have left if they knew you were In pain, but you had tried to hold it together,until they left. You never knew when to except your period, it had a mind of its own, quite irregular. Sometimes you would have it three months late, but of course it choice now.

All you could think is if some bitch gets to stabbing me in battle ,(in which you weren’t supposed to participating in) you would pull out the cloth , that soaked up your blood. And just simply lob it at them, yes it’s a dirty thing , but whatever to you can do to stay alive is helpful. Hey at least you aren’t storing a dagger up there , like someone does in a barrel while flashing an elf. COUGH.

Anyways you lay in your own pity , sweating with pain , and tears covered your face like the aftermath of giving a dude a blowjob. Not that you had ever gave anyone anything sexual, or intimate. Damn bro, you got the whole squad laughing. Your legs are pulled up and spread , feet firmly on the ground, toes curling in pain. Not going to lie you looked like you were going to give birth.

Unknowingly to you someone someone had heard you sounds of pain ; in which led them stand outside your tent, waiting for the right moment to call your name.

“Gosh darn it , Jared why you gotta do this to me.” You spoke angrily. You didn’t know why you had named your period ,or your pussy which you called your moose.

The dirty blond future king was confused by this , he didn’t know you were with child , or wedded by a man. He didn’t bother to let his presence know he just rushed into the white tent.

“Y/n?” He spoke concerning,His eyes gazing over your birthing position, his mouth open in shock.

“What! You are pregnant? Why didn’t you say. What the hell y-“ you cut him off angrily shouting “I AM NOT PREGNANT YOU ASS.”

His face became red in embarrassment, he had never been scared of you before.”..I a-am so s-sorry, I just saw you laying in pain in that position and you were calling a mans name. I just assume.” His eyes traveled to his feet.

“No I am sorry, I didn’t mean to snap I don’t have no man.” You smile slightly at the muscular man.

“I just heard you in pain, when I was walking by. I came to see what was the matter. “ He inched closet towards you.

“Oh it’s just my stomach is hurting that’s all ,Eomer.” You called him by his first name , as you had been friends with Eowyn growing up so you knew of her brother, you had spoke multiple times.

“Oh? Why was you saying Jared then? Y/n?” He questioned you raising an eyebrow, he wanted to help you, he had felt things for you since he was a child. Yet he was too scared to act on it.

Your face lit up with embarrassment, you thought he dropped that already, “uh..oh that.. um I w-wasn’t talking about anyone. More like a thing.” You avoid his eyes , as he looked you down, your sweating face , tear stained , position, at first he thought you were up to activities.

“What is thing? You can tell me ,y/n” he spoke gently.

You were afraid that he would be disgusted at you, but you couldn’t avoid his question anymore. “Uh.. I sometimes give names to body parts. Jared is the unfertilised egg that is trying to leave my vagina.” You spoke quickly, embarrassed by the situation.

Eomer looked at you in awe ,sitting next your bedroll, he grabbed your hand squeezing it lightly, Rubbing his thumb over the top. “Oh, you should’ve told me sooner that you had your period, I would’ve been here sooner. What else have you named,y/n?” He questioned.

“Uhhh you know the front bit with the hair on a girl? Yeah uh I named that moose. I didn’t want to bother anyone else.” Your face quickly returning beet red.

He smiled widely at your description of your pussy.

“I like it .” He laughs ,” it would not have bothered me , I was lonely out there. Now where does it hurt.” You are scared that he’s gonna offer to make you cum. Gosh darn no.

“Well it hurts in my vagina but you can’t do anything about that. So just my stomach.” You sassed looking at him deeply in the eye. He smirked , he had the same idea you had earlier.

“Well..I could. Okayy sorry don’t kill me. Do you want me rub your stomach? Would that help?” He asked you sincerely. You mouth opened in awe you hadn’t seen Eomer so sweet before.

“Uh..yes I think it woul-.” Before you could finish he had interrupted you

“Well then would you accept if I laid with you?” You nod in response, he quickly removed his boots and coat. pulled your blanket back ,before he lifted bridal style you swiftly without a struggle, sitting where you were laying. Now one handily pulling the blanket on you , laying back with your back against his chest.

His arm wrapped around your waist gently, making sure not make you feel sick. As you both settled in your bedroll, eomer then wrapped his other arm around you , you reach up holding his arm that rest under your tend breast. His other hand moving up under your tunic, onto your bare stomach , gently rubbing your soft skin, in a circular motion.

“I am glad Jared wasn’t your husband , and you weren’t giving birth.” He spoke into your ear.

“Oi you basically called me fat, oh are you giving birth. What the frick eomer. Why.” You spoke jokingly , the fat thing though you were insecure about that.

“I wasn’t I promise, you aren’t , I just saw you in pain , and with your legs spread . I didn’t know what dto think.”

“Oh of course you noticed my spread legs.” You mocked his voice.

“Yeah I did. I question if they can go further.” You pinch his hand earning a yelp out of him.

“I love you y/n. Ever since we were children.” He spoke so quietly , you almost didn’t hear , You wouldn’t have if his mouth was next to your ear.

“I love you too.” You spoke before the pain of Jared disappearing falling asleep , laying literally onto of eomer. In which Merry and Eowyn come back to the tent , not long after you both fell asleep. They didn’t reframe teasing you about it when you woke and Eomer kissed you , then left to get ready for battle.

#the hobbit imagine #lotr imagine #lotr x reader #lord of the rings imagine #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings #eomer of rohan #eomer x reader #eomer imagine #eomer x you #eomer

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years

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Thorin and the Gem Carver (Part 6)

Thorin awoke early the next morning with Balin knocking on his door. Thorin grumbled and got up to see who it was that was pounding on the door.

"Balin! What is it that you wake me so early in the morning?" he asks. Balin apologizes. Lord Elrond has asked for you to come to the healing halls. He said worried.

Thorin runs back to his room and quickly dresses while Balin waits in the sitting room. They both head to the Healing Halls quickly.

When they get into the room, Elrond is standing over Jade's head and is holding it in his hands with his eyes closed. Elladan is asleep on one of the beds, and Elrohir is standing at the foot end of the bed watching his father.

Thorin and Balin quietly walk in and come stand near Elrohir. "Balin said your father wished to see me?" Thorin quietly said. Elrohir nodded.

They stood and watched as Elrond slowly allowed Jade to fully wake up. Thorin saw her breathing change then she moaned and her eyes started to flutter. Elrond opened his eyes and smiled when she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"Elrond?" she says hoarsely. "Yes, Jade. It is me." he replies. She moves to sit up and he stops her. "Lie still, Jade." he reminds her. "Do you remember what we talked about the last time you woke up?" he asked her. She thought for a moment. "You said I was badly hurt. Something about falling." she said.

Elrond nodded. "Do you remember approaching The Mountain from Dale with your Aunt and Uncle?" he asks. She thinks for a moment then her eyes get wide. Again she tries to sit up. Elrond frowns and stops her. "Jade. You MUST lie still, or I will have to make you sleep again. Your spine is not fully healed yet. If you move the wrong way, you will undo all we have done to get you this far!" he sternly scolds her. she whimpers and nods. "Where am I, Elrond?" she asks.

"You are someplace safe. You no longer have to worry about your uncle's plans for your future. You are free to choose your own path now." he tells her. "What?!?" she asks surprised. "How?!?"

"I will tell you on one condition," Elrond informs her. "What is it?" She asks. "You must promise to stay still and not try to run any longer." he says and looks at her sternly. She looks up at him and nods.

He tells her about what happened after she fled the gates of Erebor and explained how Thorin and Dwalin found her and how they and Tauriel rescued her and brought her to Erebor's Healing Halls. She starts to get agitated, and he places a hand on hers. "Do not worry, Jade. You will not be forced to marry anyone you do not wish to marry. Arranged marriages have been banned here and the dwarves are free here to make their own decisions on whether or not they wish to marry and whom they marry." he tells her. She looks at him in disbelief, but calms down.

He tells her about her injuries and she begins to cry. He wipes her tears and comforts her. "Jade we have been able to heal all your other injuries, but your back is going to take the longest. You MUST be patient and do exactly as you are told. If you do not, you may never walk again." Elrond warns.

Jade's eyes get huge and she suddenly looks very sad and nods. "All right." she says. Elrond tells her how Tauriel sent for him and Galadrial, and that they both came and helped to heal her. He told her what Thorin had said about the curse and that the dwarves' goddess, Yavanna, said she has lifted the curse and promised that the first time she conceives that her blue hair will begin to fade back to the beautiful white it once was.

Jade begins to cry, relieved that the she now knows what she was cursed with, and relieved that it was lifted, and that he hair will one day be back to normal. Elrohir pats her foot and tells her, "Jade, your adopted siblings from Rohan have come to see you. Would you like to see them this afternoon?" Her eyes open wide. "Eomer and Eowyn are here?" she asks. Elrond gives her a kind smile. "Yes, my dear, they rode here to see how you were doing. They were worried for you, as we all have been." she closes her eyes and frowns.

"Jade, why did you not let these dwarves talk with you? Why did you keep running from them?" Elrohir asks.

"They did not wish to hurt you, my dear, they merely wanted to talk with you. Theoden had written Thorin a letter asking him to welcome you and asked if he would consider inviting you to join their gem carver's guild as a master carver. Thorin simply wanted to find out if it was something you were interested in. He wanted to meet you and get to know you and welcome you to Erebor." Elrond tells her.

She looks at Elrond in shock. "He did?" she asks.

"Aye, lass, that is all we wished to ask of you." Thorin says quietly from the foot of her bed. She tried to look down to see who was talking but she couldn't see very well that far away yet. "Come to the side here, closer. I can not see you where you stand." she tells him.

Elrond looks concerned for a moment, but nods to Thorin and Balin. They move to her side so she can see them. "Is that better lass?" Balin asks.

Jade looks over with her eyes and they open wide. "You! You were the ones in the tavern!" she says. "Sigrid said you, you were the king of the dwarves! and you, You, I met in the alley." she says to Balin. "Sigrid said you were the King's.... um...his advisor?" she says trying to remember the word Sigrid used.

Balin chuckles. "Yes, lass. You met Sigrid in Dale, did you?" Balin asks. Jade nods. "I got lost after I ran away from you and she led me back to the stables by the market. She told me who you were when I told her who was looking for me. She said not to be afraid of you. But I'm still a little unsure." Jade explains.

Balin smiles. "Lass you have no reason to fear us. What Lord Elrond told you is true. That is all we wished to say to you. We had hoped sending you some food would hint we meant you no harm. You seemed hungry and skittish and we didn't wish to frighten you lass." he told her with a kind smile.

"Thorin talked with your aunt and uncle and has freed you from your uncle's control once he learned your uncle's intent. He also has offered to annul your aunt's marriage to her husband because it was one she was forced into and was not happy in. Your uncle has been banished from this kingdom and your aunt has stayed to be with you. She was very worried about you and has only left your side to rest and eat at Lord Elrond's urging." Balin told her with a friendly smile.

"Next time you wish not to scare a skittish lass, do not send the big, scary dwarf to do the talking. Send you." Jade says, raising her finger and pointing to Balin. Thorin and Balin laugh. Elrohir and Elrond chuckle.

"I'm sorry, Lass, we sometimes forget how intimidating he seems to others. He is my brother and is Thorin's best friend, so we often forget how others see him who do not know him." Balin apologizes. "He looks scary, but he really is just a softie unless someone he cares about is threatened or insulted." Balin assures her.

Jade sighs. Then looks at Elrond. "So now what? What happens next?" she asks.

"Now I wish to figure out why you can not see someone standing at the foot of your bed. Can you not see Elrohir standing there?" Elrond asks. She tries to look but shakes her head. "I just see a blue blur." she tells him.

Elrond frowns. "You hit your head quite hard, Jade, when you fell. I need to search and see if there is still damage to your brain where it controls your vision. Lie still and stay calm. This might feel strange for a bit. He tells her as he moves up to her head.

He sits down and they watch as he places his hands on the sides of her head to keep it still. He closed his eyes and began to search her brain for injuries. She closed her eyes and let out a little gasp as she felt Elrond enter her mind and begin to search. Balin gently reaches out and places his hand on hers to try and calm her. They watch as Elrond searches for any injury to her brain. Occasionally she would let out little gasps as she felt him move around healing what he found. After about 15 minutes he smiled and opened his eyes.

Jade opened hers as well and began to look around. "Is that better, Jade?" he asks her. "Can you now see Elrohir at the foot of your bed?" he asks. She looks down and sees him looking at her with a worried expression on his face. She smiles, "If you keep looking at me like that, Elrohir, your face may freeze with that expression." she teased. He immediately grinned and was relieved.

Suddenly her stomach began to growl. Thorin chuckled. He looked up to Elrond. "I will have something brought up for all of you if you like." he offers. Elrond thanks him and tells him to start Jade with something light to start out with. "Fruit and some yoghurt, potatoes cooked in butter and some scrambled eggs she can have for now." Thorin nods.

He sends a guard to the kitchens to tell Bombur to bring them all up some breakfast in the Healing Hall. He gives the special request for Jade to the guard as well. Then he comes back over to them.

Elrond moves to Jade's side and tells her he wants to examine her spine again and see if she can feel anything more yet. She nods and he carefully slides his hands under her and begins at her shoulders. He works his way down her spine to where the vertebrae were crushed. She still can not feel below them and is discouraged. Elrond slides his hands out from under her. "It is all right, Jade. These things take time to heal, even with elvish magic. The Dwarves' gods told Thorin this would not be a fast process for you. Be patient and do not despair." he reminded her.

Rest now. Elrohir and I will do some more healing on your spine while we wait for breakfast to arrive. He says. She nods.

Thorin and Balin step aside and go over to Oin while the two elves work on Jade's spine.

"Well that went better than I thought it would!" Balin remarked. Thorin nodded.

"Oin, what do you suggest we do for moving her around in Erebor until she is able to walk? The human's chairs with wheels won't be of much use here with all of our stairs." We would be carrying her more than she would be in the chair!" Thorin said quietly.

"I don't know what to tell you, Thorin. Someone may just have to carry her if she needs to be moved around until she regains the use of her legs." he said. Thorin groaned. Balin just chuckled. "You know who is going to end up doing that, don't you." Balin said grinning. "Dwalin." Thorin smirked.

Balin chuckled. "Well, she may as well get over her fear of him now, laddie. Maybe this will help her see he is just a gruff dwarf on the outside, and a softie on the inside." Thorin and Oin guffaw and Balin chuckles. "Don't tell him I said that." Balin added, making them laugh harder.

Soon the doors to the Healing Halls opened. Dwalin and Bombur came in carrying trays of food for everyone. Thorin took the tray from Bombur and carried it over to where Elladan was just waking up. Thorin set the tray of food down on the bed between him and the one Erond was standing by. "Help yourself to the breakfast. These ones are for Jade though." he tells him. Elladan yawns and nods. "Thank you Thorin." he says.

Thorin is surprised but nods. Elrond and Elrohir stop the healing when Thorin brings the food over and Elrond turns to thank Thorin as well.

"Lady Galadrial says to tell you she will come to see Jade in a few days and wishes to stay with her for a few weeks if you agree to host her." he mentions as he picks up the plate of food for Jade. Thorin nods. "Lady Galadrial is always welcome here as is her elves, your elves and your family, Lord Elrond. There is no need to ask." Thorin tells him. Elrond smiles and nods. "I will inform Lady Galadrial that you will have a room ready for her then." he says.

Then Elrond turns and sits down by Jade and begins to help her eat breakfast. Thorin watches them for a minute then goes to eat his own.

Dwalin asks, "How is the little lass doing? I see she is awake now." he mentions. Thorin nods. "She currently is paralyzed and can not feel below her lower back. Mahal promised me though that in time she will eventually fully recover and be able to walk once more, but that it will be a slow process for her." Dwalin looks sad for a moment. "I feel bad she got so scared and ran." he says quietly as they eat. "Have you got a soft spot for the lass, Brother?" Balin teases.

Dwalin's face gets pink. "I've been talking to Eomer and he told me what all she went through growing up." he explains.

"She was very close to her father. She never knew her mother, as she died during childbirth. She learned at a young age how to carve gems, stone and wood from her father. That is why she is so good at such a young age. He did it to keep her occupied while he worked.

They apparently moved around a lot so she never had any close friends until she came to Rivendell and Lothlorian. Apparently they stayed there for quite some time and both he and she worked carving different items for the elves there. That is how she became so close with Elrond and his kin, as well as Galadrial and Celeborn.

They apparently sent word to Theoden of Jade's loss and requested he send her relatives to come get her from the Blue Mountains. Eomer mentioned the letter said something about Galadrial seeing the attack had happened in her magic mirror and that Jade was riding on a pony with a dark haired, young dwarf." he explained.

"Kili." Thorin murmured. "That explains how the relatives arrived shortly after the caravan."

Dwalin nodded. "Anyway, Theoden had her aunt and uncle informed immediately and the Rohirrim set out with them to escort them quickly to the Blue mountains to fetch her and bring her back to Rohan. Eomer apparently was in charge of that unit and rode with her family to fetch her. He said the lass cried nearly the whole way back. Eomer mentioned her aunt treated her kindly and mothered her, but her uncle was harsh and uncaring, which upset the lass greatly after having such a close relationship with her father.

It irritated Eomer, apparently. He informed Theoden of this and so Theoden always found work for her in his castle and treated her kindly. She would spend hours carving different motifs for him mostly out of wood, but he kept her busy and always paid her well for her work, which she saved in a coffer in Eowyn's chamber because she did not trust her uncle." Dwalin explained.

"I'm glad she will eventually recover though." he states. "Will she still be able to carve?" he asks Oin.

Oin shrugs. "She may find it difficult for a while, until her muscle memory returns and she regains her strength in her hands and arms.

Dwalin pulls out a blue leather parcel. "Her aunt asked me to give this to her. She thought it may help to keep her occupied while she recovered. But I don't see her being able to carve while she lays on her back." he says scratching his head.

Thorin and Balin look at each other and shrug.

"When she begins carving again, she will need to start with softer things like wood and soft stones and work gradually to the harder stones. Otherwise she will get frustrated and give up." Oin tells them.

Dwalin says, "I will give it to her aunt and tell her to put it back in Jade's things, that she is not able to carve right now." He tells them.

"Oin, what do you think of moving her up to her own private chambers now that she is being allowed to be awake?" Thorin asks quietly.

Oin thinks a minute then goes over to Elrond and talks with him. Elrond nods and Oin comes back over.

"Lord Elrond says they should have the spine fully healed in a day or two. He said once it is fully healed, she will be safe to move, but not until then." Oin tells them.

Thorin nods. "Balin have the Opal room made ready for her to stay in." he instructs.

Both Dwalin, Balin and Oin look at him surprised. "Thorin are you sure you want her in your mother's chambers?' Balin cautiously asks.

"Yes, Balin, have them cleaned and my mother's belongings put into the king's treasury. I will go through them later. Amad, is no longer here and there are others who would appreciate the room now. She would be happy to see Jade in it if she could." he states.

Balin looks at Dwalin and Dwalin nods, grinning like a cheshire cat.

They finish their breakfast and inform Jade and Lord Elrond that they will check back in later on in the day. They bid them a good morning and head out to the Council Meetings scheduled for the morning.

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writingfromkitchenator · 4 years

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Hi! Can I ask for prompt 28 with Haldir/Aragorn/Eomer (you can choose character you like writing about the most!). Thank you! ♡

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss. ~ Aragorn

It had been a long day of travel, everyone was exhausted, the weight of their packs sitting heavy on their shoulders, many just dropping them as Gandalf called to make camp, collapsing straight after them.

There was an odd silence, even as many of them wanted to grumble, as they forced themselves back to their feet to properly set up, to get a small fire going and get some food for the night. It was probably the quickest that most of them had fallen asleep since starting the journey.

You were the unlucky one that was taking first watch that night, despite your own exhaustion, and you set yourself slightly away from the camp, so you could avoid the comfortable temptation of the fire and let the cool air keep you awake. Your eyes were heavy, but you took solace in the fact that it was only for a few hours then you could awake Boromir for the next watch.

There was a quiet movement next to you and you give a soft smile as Aragorn joins your side. “What are you doing?”

He gives you a tired smile back. “Joining you.”

“Aragorn...”

There was no point in arguing with him, there never was, he was always going to do what he thought was best.

“You need to rest,” You said after a moment of silence as he settles next to you. “You’ve been doing more than your fair share.”

“No more than you.” Aragorn gives you a small nudge. “And I am used to travel such as this.”

Laughing softly, you shake your head. “And I am not? If I so recall, we’ve been in this together for a long time. You’re just the stubborn one that keeps taking watch.”

Aragorn gives a light chuckle and you could tell that the tiredness really was weighing on him more than normal, making you shake your head and move slightly, stretching your legs out. “Come here. If you’re going to insist on staying with me, you can at least lie down.”

He looks at you as you pat your leg and he finally sighs and smiles, laying himself down with his head on your lap. “You know that I’m going to fall asleep like this?”

Your fingers brush through his hair. “I believe that that is the idea.”

“How are you going to wake Boromir up?”

“I’ll manage.” You lean over and kiss his forehead. “Now, go to sleep.”

Aragorn can’t help but smile at you, his hand reaching up and softly tracing his fingers over your lips, watching in almost rapt fascination as your eyes drift shut for a moment. His fingers move under your chin, keeping you still as he leans up briefly and presses his lips to yours, making you smile.

“You always have to do that, don’t you?” You ask as he settles back on your lap, still smiling.

Aragorn lets his eyes close, the smile not leaving him. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Written In The Stars Chapter 8

“I cannot allow you before Theoden King so armed. By order of Wormtongue.” The guard informed as he stood forward, hand resting on the hilt of his blade. The four looked to Gandalf, as he nodded Steluta untied her belt of pouches and began pulling daggers from everywhere, taking much longer than her male travelers. Legolas watched, wondering how she kept track of them all. “And your staff.” He added.

“Oh, you would not part an old man from his walking stick?” Gandalf asked with a shaky voice, convincing the guard it was needed for support to let them pass. The princess smirked at the trick...and they think her people to be the swindlers? “The courtesy of your hall has lessened of late Theoden King.” His voice rung out clear as he passed over the stone floor, Wormtongue whispering slimily in the king's war.

“And why would I welcome you Gandalf?” The king asked weakly, hunched over in his old age.

“A just question my king.” Wormtongue agreed as he rose. “Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear with strangers from strange lands and no lands at all.” Steluta could feel Legolas's hand clamp down on her shoulder, reminding her to take the insult with stride. Her deep eyes looked over to him seeing his face tense with anger enough for the both of them. “Ill news is an ill guest.”

“Be silent!” Gandalf demanded. “I have not passed through fire and death to trade words with a witless worm.” He continued as he produced his white staff.

“I told you to take the wizard's staff!” He growled as he backed away, allowing the guards loyal to him to rush forward. The four traveling companions defended their friend as he continued slowly forward, none needing a weapon to be of use in combat as the wizard broke the spell upon the king.

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“You have three hundred good men riding North.” Aragorn interjected into the argument. “Eomer is still loyal to you.”

“And all you need to do is ask of it and help from the road will be at your doorstep. You sit on a crossroad. Often my people pass over your land.” Steluta added as she sat by Gimli sharing in a meal. “I can call them if you like.”

“Eomer would be a thousand leagues away.” Theoden protested stubbornly. “And though I thank you for your offer I can not see the aid they might lend. They are song masters, not fighters.” He paused in thought. “No. We must make for Helms Deep.”

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The princess and the elf both mounted a pale horse, Steluta finding its back smaller than the large wagon pullers she was used to. Her hand hooked around his leather clad waist, pulling herself in close enough to smell the sweetness of his long golden hair as the treck began. Deep inside she felt her heart stirring for him as the horse moved beneath them. Gimli and Aragorn shared knowing grins as they watched the two nestle into each other atop their steed. In her grip on him Legolas could feel her worry for the battle to come growing deep within her. To distract her he spun her the tale of Beren and Luthien. As his words fell on her he couldn't see the smile behind him, but he could feel it growing, bringing the weight off her soul.

As the people of Rohan trudged onward across the planes Legolas and Steluta eventually both dismounted from the horse to save its strength, each of their hands held the rains, every now and again she could feel his silky fingers brush against hers as they both strode more gracefully than the mortal folk around them. With each brush of fingers they took turns glancing from their path to each other. “When we first met you bore that same flower in your hair” Legolas finally spoke with a sheepish smile on his lips. “But I realize now I never told you how it suits you.”

Her eyes scanned the open plains as she made an attempt to hide her smile and the light pink gracing her cheeks at the compliment. “The symbol of the white rose has always held a happy place in my people's hearts, we call the blooms stele stralucitoare. It means brilliant star.” His sky blue eyes shone and his smile widened with joy as she spoke, finding more and more he loved learning about her and her people. “They say we will know Mandalay by the blooms growing where once before the land laid barren.”

“And that is why you visit both lands new and old?” He asked as the word she used on the river tugged at his memory. “What does Mandalay mean?” She opened her mouth to answer but before she could he dropped the leather straps and rushed forward, hearing danger approaching. As he rushed off the horse that stood between them grew restless, along with all the others. She caressed the beast, calming it as she watched her fair elf scan ahead, searching for the source of the sound. He leapt from his rocky perch as the sound of snarling and snapping wargs became clear. Hearing the thwip of his bow string she quickly jumped up on the horse's back. “A scout!”

“Wargs!” Aragorn warned as he darted toward a horse of his own. “We're under attack!”

“Come on pretty boy.” She called out to him as she charged her horse toward him. In a single fluid movement he grabbed hold of the rains leaping up into her saddle as she scooted back. She knew she wasn't long for the beast, only needing its speed to deliver her close enough to fight. Once the clashing of weapons began she slid herself from her mount digging a pair of daggers into the hide of one of the foul snarling beasts and then its rider, legolas shooting another between the eyes as it rushed behind her weapon held high.

As the battle raged she sliced and slashed until she spotted Aragorn, hand tangled in the fur of a warg charging blindly toward a cliff. “Aragorn!” She called out with worry for her friend before rushing towards it, leaping on the warg's back, plunging a blade into its skull causing it to slide to the ground. But the beast was too large and its speed was too great. Though it had been slain it still fell over the edge, taking the two heros with it.

As beast and orc fled in retreat Legolas's eyes searched the field. “Steluta! Aragorn!” He called out unable to find his friends. As he neared the cliff he spotted a small patch of white beauty gracing the dried grass. “No…” he whispered to himself as he bent down for a closer inspection, finding Steluta's white rose. A wicked cackle gurgled behind him as he stood, turning to find a half dead warg rider.

“Tell me what happened and I'll ease your passing.” Gimli demanded of him as he lowered his axe to the orc's neck.

“They're dead.” He answered, glad to give such I'll news with his dying breaths. “They took a tumble off the cliff.”

Legolas looked down to the bloom as anger and denial took him. Bending down the to creature he pulled it in closer to him. “You lie!” It gave one final cackle before falling to the earth below it, all life in him spent. Legolas already knew it to be no lie but as the sun sparkled on the evenstar the orc had plucked from Aragorn he could no longer deny it. With great fret he sprinted to the edge of the cliff searching for any sign of his friend, or his love...none to be found. And for the first time in his life the elf prince knew the heartache of true sadness.

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Aragorn and Steluta floated down the river only but a little, only long enough for them to reach a caravan camped on the edge to spot them both. “It is the star!” One of them called out as he fished them both from the waters. Her people bound their wounds and set them to rest a while on a soft bed of fur in one of the wagons.

Steluta rose with a gasping breath at the deep whinny of one of the large wagon pulling horses. “Praise to the song and the stars.” She muttered as she rushed from the bed to find the leader of this specific group.

“My Lady Star! You have woken!” A young woman called out with delight as she rushed to wrap her arms around her princess.

“Lavina!” Steluta cried out in return greeting her old friend. “Oh my heart sings with all the stars to see you!” She caressed her former companion. “Tell me does your father still lead this camp?” She nodded. “You must take me to him. I am on a matter most urgent.” Lavina took her friend's hand leading her to the dancing circle where Lavina's father clapped along to the music of old. With a deep bow of respect she beckoned him away to relay the tale of her travels from the royal caravan across the lands of Middle Earth. “We must go to Helm's Deep. The horse men need us. Pack all the food and armaments you have. I will ensure personally they will be replenished. He nodded obediently for his princess. And with a whistle from him the joy of the dancing circle was broken and the race to aid was at hand.

“Come my lady,” Lavina offered kindly, “we can call our brethren from my wagon. We passed two others on the road not far from here, and Danior told me just last night your family were on this way as well. Let us build a great army of Mandalay for your friends.

#lotr #lord of the rings #fanfiction #legolas #legolas x reader

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padfootagain · 6 years

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The First Horse

I've received 2 requests for Eomer being a dad, so here we go!!

I haven't written much for this character yet, so please, tell me if I'm doing okay.

Just cuteness, and cuteness and cuteness.

Gif not mine

Word Count : 1888

The sunrises were your favourite moment of the day. You always woke up early to watch the golden light bathing the fields of Rohan, as the inflamed orb climbed above the white mountains.

It also gave you an excuse to watch your husband peacefully sleeping in your bed, next to the window.

You had learned to appreciate this moment of the day more than any other. The stillness of the Kingdom at your feet, the light songs of the birds, the cool rays of sunshine, the chilly air, the burning ice of the mountains, this expression of peace on Eomer's face…

You had survived the War of the Ring together. You had seen sorrow and fear in his eyes. You had helped him to overcome the traumas brought by war. And he had done the same for you.

Years had passed now, but worry was still often painted on his brow. Worry for other matters, but you knew it still tortured him. He was King now, he had the fate of his people in his hands. He was carrying the weight of all Rohan on his shoulders. And that's why you appreciated this relaxed look on his face so much…

You turned you gaze back to the young day, watching the banners float in the wind. Three riders were braving the early lights and leaving the safety of the city, crossing the hills covered with grass.

You didn't hear Eomer standing from the bed behind you, you were too focused on the world that slowly woke up before you. But you didn't jump as he wrapped his strong arms around you from behind. You were too much used to his touch by now, you could recognize it in a second.

"How does the world look today?" he asked softly, his morning voice sounding husky and sending shivers through your spine.

"The world looks good. Bright. At peace," you answered with a smile.

He dropped sweet pecks onto your neck as he spoke again.

"A good day for Eoras's birthday."

You smiled, nodding your head.

"I know you are always busy," you asked softly, "but could you…?"

"I will take care of no duties this afternoon," he interrupted you, guessing your next words.

Your smile turned into a grin.

"I thought that I could show him his birthday present myself, what do you think?" he went on.

You nodded enthusiastically.

"I should let you have a ride with him alone," you decided. "I know that he worries much these days."

"Really? Is that so?"

"I do not know the reason behind such a worry though, he refuses to tell me. But you always have a way to make him feel better."

"Well… he is my son."

You turned towards him, resting your forehead upon his shoulder, letting his fingers get lost in your hair.

"Don't go too far in the fields…" you admonished, but Eomer merely laughed at you.

"Our son has the blood of a Rohirrim!"

"He still is my baby…"

"You are overprotective."

"Well… you didn't complain about me being overprotective when I saved you during the War…"

"Now, now… that was a completely different time and completely different situation."

You both laughed, holding on each other tightly.

"Try to talk to him," you went on, growing more serious again.

"I will."

You remained standing there for a long while, your eyes closed as you buried your face in his bare chest, breathing deeply his leathery scent, while he lost his gaze amongst the infinite fields shaken by the wind.

And when you finally moved away from his embrace, Edoras was already awake.

---------------------------------------------------

Your son was over-excited. Eomer was a loving father, but his duties often kept him busy, and the days when he could spend entire afternoons with his family were rare.

To the boy, spending so much time alone with his father was the best birthday gift imaginable already. He hurried during his studies, but you didn't blame him. It was his birthday after all…

When Eomer finally joined the two of you in the beginning of the afternoon, the boy hurried towards him with a bright grin on his face.

"Mother told me you would spend the afternoon with me!" he grinned up at the tall King.

Eomer let out a chuckle.

"Did she now? Well… after all… it is your birthday. Of course we'll be together today!"

"I'll see you later then," you came closer to your two men. "The afternoon is all yours. But do not try to eat the cake without me!"

"We won't, mother!" the boy promised.

You nodded, walking away and letting your husband alone with your son. Eomer wasted no time, and guided his child across the castle to show him his birthday present.

He stopped before the Royal stables.

"Well, Eoras," he said slowly, bending down to bring his face levelled with his son's. "You are thirteen now. You are approaching manhood. Your mother and I thought that it was time to give you more responsibilities. Do you think that you are ready?"

The boy nodded, staring intensely at his father, his blond curls floating in the wind.

"Then follow me, my son."

They walked together beyond the large wooden doors carved in the shapes of horse heads. And for all this time, the boy was wondering what his gift could be.

When his father stopped before a black horse, the boy merely looked up at him with wide eyes.

"His name is Leren. Take good care of him."

"You… I…" the boy stuttered, struggling to find back his voice. "Is it… my horse?"

"Indeed," Eomer nodded.

He invited his son to get closer, and Eoras softly stroked Leren's powerful jaws.

"You will have to take care of him," Eomer repeated. "Make sure he is well fed, clean him, make sure he is healthy. The stallion is already tamed, but you will have to make sure that the bound between the two of you is strong enough for him to follow you anywhere, even in battle. Do you understand, Eoras?"

The boy nodded.

"He's beautiful," he breathed in awe.

"And now he's yours."

"Thank you."

The child was beaming up at his father, and there was so much happiness in his eyes that Eomer felt his heart tighten with emotions.

"What about we go for a little ride together?" Eomer proposed.

His son nodded frantically, already jumping towards his saddle to get his horse ready.

Eomer watched his son getting ready, but he didn't need to help him. The boy was doing just fine on his own. But then, Eomer and you had made sure that he knew how to handle these fearful creatures after all.

Just a few minutes later, they were both riding out of Edoras, aiming for the hills covered with yellowish grass made rough by the hot weather.

Eomer helped his son commanding his horse for a while, until the boy was able to control his horse under a gallop on his own.

They kept on riding for a long while, the sun already starting its course towards the nearest mountains. But Eomer had not forgotten about your words and the worry that was painted on your face that morning. So he dismounted for a while, guiding his son and the horses on the top of the closest hill.

For a moment, he sat down on the scratchy grass in silence, watching the yellowish sea before him, its motionless waves blocking the view, and yet letting his gaze reach the highest peaks beyond.

The wind blew quite violently on the top of the hill, and the boy next to him closed the buttons of his coat.

"I used to come here with my sister when I was around your age," Eomer spoke out of the blue. "We spent hours wandering across the fields, but we always ended up here, on this hill…"

He turned towards his son, his stare full of warmth.

"Your mother is worried," he said. "She told me that some matters troubled you."

The boy looked away in a hurry, fleeing his father's gaze.

"It is nothing, father," he breathed.

"Do not lie to me," Eomer warned him, his voice colder now. "Nothing good can ever come out of a lie. Is that understood, young man?"

The boy nodded sheepishly.

"There is no shame in being worried," Eomer reassured the child. "So now, tell me what bothers you."

The boy hesitated for a few more minutes, before looking shyly up at his father.

"I… I am scared."

"What are you scared of?" Eomer asked softly, resting his large and calloused hand on the boy's shoulder. "Rohan is safe. You are safe here."

"I… do not know how… What if I am not a good King?"

He looked up at his father with eyes full of terror.

But the man next to him merely smiled at him.

"Why would you be a bad King? You are no evil."

"But you… you are such a great King… What if I can't be as good as you are? What if our people is disappointed?"

"You will not have to bear this responsibility before a long time, son," Eomer replied with confidence. "But either way… I am not perfect, and my steps have led me to make mistakes many times already, and I am certain that fate has prepared more mistakes for me to make later on my path. As long as you try your best to defend our people, then you will always be a good King, son. And anyway, as I said, you shall not bear those duties before long years have passed. I am far from ready to go."

"I know that I still have some time. But it still is scary. Were you not scared by then? When you were still supposed to be King but were not one yet?"

"I was not raised to be King, Theoden had a son. I was trained to guide soldiers, and lead armies. I was a Rohirrim, not a Prince. But when your people is in need, you cannot turn your back and leave. You must face the responsibilities that fall upon you, even if you were not prepared to handle them. Do you understand? Our loyalty belongs to Rohan. And our duty is to protect Rohan at all costs. I was scared when I became King, I was unprepared. But what was the most important… and what helped me… was the fact that I was not alone."

"Really?"

"Your mother was already by my side. And she was already the strongest woman I have ever met."

The boy smiled.

"She is…" he nodded slowly.

"There is no need to worry, son, not for now. You have time still. Time to be a child still. Time to learn how to be a man, before trying to learn how to be a King."

The child nodded again, turning back towards his horse.

"I think we should go back," he said softly. "We should eat the cake with mother."

Eomer laughed, but stood up anyway.

"Indeed, you are right."

Before the crows could settle down in the branches of the nearby tree, Eomer and your son were gone, galloping back to the city to see you.

And Eoras's mind was at peace once more…

#eomer #eomer fanfiction #eomer x reader #eomer imagine #lotr #lotr fanfic #lotr imagine #lord of the rings #tolkien #tolkien fanfic #imagine #fanfic #writing

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dalleyan · 2 years

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No Mistake: Redux (LoTR story, ch 7 posted, 2-12-22)

Lothiriel told her version of how they met, but what were Eomer's thoughts on the same situation? Best to have read No Mistake and By The Book first. [15 chapters]

Chapter 7 (July, 3019 III)

Lothiriel had been gone for a week - a very long, miserable week. This was going to be much harder than I had anticipated. With all the change in my schedule during Theoden’s funeral march, while the guests were here for the funeral, and then Imrahil’s family’s visit afterward, I had gotten out of the habit of constant meetings with advisers and worrying incessantly about the welfare of my people.

Given a choice, I should much have preferred to ride Firefoot out to a secluded spot to lie on my back in the sun and daydream about Lothiriel, our wedding and our life together. But all of that was a long way aways, and my immediate concerns were to get Rohan ready to weather the coming winter, and try not to throttle Eowyn, who was aggravating me mightily with her planning of my wedding.

I had tried suggesting to my sister that Lothiriel might like to plan her own wedding, but Eowyn gave no evidence that she heard me and continued blithely on. Additionally, she was constantly changing the plans and then making me listen to her detail them to me. Every few hours, she would return with “a new plan” and the whole process would begin again.

What I wouldn’t give to merely ride to Dol Amroth, sneak Lothiriel away in the night and ride to some obscure village where someone had the authority to marry us. But kings and princesses are not allowed such frivolous behavior. I let out a sigh and moved to my desk. At least if I could not be with Lothiriel, I could write to her. I had already written three letters, whenever the mood would strike me, and they should be home now so I could add one more before sending off a courier to Gondor.

I had to make my missive brief, for Gamling was soon at the door advising of matters needing my attention, so I sealed it and handed it to my Doorward with the other three from my desk, instructing him to get them sent on their way. With another sigh, I settled down to work once more.

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A week later found the town gearing up for the Harvest Festival. Winter would be upon us soon and we were especially grateful for whatever we were able to harvest after so much devastation to our crops. My worries that supplies would be sufficient to see us through the winter dampened my enthusiasm for the celebration, but as king I was expected to be there and participate in the festivities.

The ladies of the court had been greatly disappointed when it was announced that Lothiriel and I were betrothed. One in particular, Danwen, did not seem ready to give up on me yet. She was a pleasant enough girl, and we had gotten along prior to this, but she seemed to dog my footsteps now, determined to change my mind. I did not think I had ever done anything to give her the impression that I was particularly interested in her romantically, but there was almost a desperation to her attempts to win my favor.

She made herself so ever-present, that I began to feel I was back in battle, using my skills at stealth to avoid detection by the enemy as I tried to avoid letting her corner me. A few times, I caught a glimpse of her looking over the assembly to locate me and she appeared quite frustrated. I almost felt sorry for her, but she needed to understand and accept that my heart belonged elsewhere. Until she could accept that and return to mere friendly terms with me, I saw no alternative but to avoid her.

continue reading on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36904837/chapters/92477959

#Eomer #Lothiriel #eothiriel #Lord of the Rings #LOTR #original female characters #Amrothos

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bunny-wan-kenobi · 6 years

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Bunny Fic Recs: The Top Ten Strikes Back!

My friends think my fanfic-reading habits are hilarious and bizarre--and I tend to agree. I read stories in very distinct and obsessive phases, like if I’m in a Star Trek phase I literally cannot bring myself to read a story from a different fandom. Can’t do it--that’s just how it is. My fic-craving phases (there’s no way to put this that won’t make it sound like a drug habit) can be as short as 2 weeks (sorry @ginny-of-course) and as long as 5 months (aka my last Star Wars phase).

This means any fic rec summary will reflect my fandom phases of that year, which is kind of a fun way to see all the twists and turns my journey took me and the characters I discovered (and rediscovered). So, in no particular order, here’s the top ten fanfics I read this year!

1. Bargaining by proantagonist (Thor): Faced with an eternity without his brother, Loki strikes a bargain to change the past. Post TDW. (Complete)

This story is AMAZING. Not only does it contain some of the best characterizations of Thor, Loki, and Odin that I’ve read, it deftly examines their relationships in all their complexity and contradictions. The relationship between Thor and Loki is captured beautifully and simultaneously heartwarming and tragic. The way Loki grows over time and learns trial by trial is especially rewarding so that every big choice he makes had me fist-pumping in pride because the story builds up these twists so well. Every single detail matters, and this story gave me so many things I never knew I wanted from a Thor story. I thought I had the fic figured out, and then the ending completely shocked me in the best possible way. I cried so many times reading this story, and its insight into Loki’s headspace and the dysfunction of family relationships is remarkable.

2. too wise to peaceable woo by theMightyPen (LOTR): Most marriages in Gondor are matters of convenience, especially among the nobility. But Dol Amroth is a different sort of place, with a different sort of royal family. Sometimes, Lothiriel is not convinced this is a good thing.(or, how in Middle Earth the too southern, too dark, too outspoken daughter of Imrahil ended up married to Éomer, son of Éomund) (WIP)

I could write an essay about everything I love about this story. Not only does it make a compelling, lovable heroine out of a character I had not given much to previously (Lothiriel), but it tackles race, class, and inter-cultural issues in Middle Earth with incredible nuance and emotional depth. The slow-burn love story at its center is developed organically and complements the exploration of family and friend relationships and world-building for Rohan culture. I appreciate so many intentional elements--like the friendship between Eowyn and Lothiriel, the complex politics of countries still recovering from war, and a woman of color coming into her own as a leader. The Rohan the author paints is a breathing place vivid in detail, and even the OCs are easy to love and root for. A truly wonderful love story woven into an intricate cultural landscape, this fic puts me on the edge of my seat waiting for updates.

3. The Gentlest Schism by SanwichesYumYum (GOT): Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth. The war is over. Some of them hadn’t thought that they would outlive it. And yet... (WIP but ends at a satisfactory point)

This is a rare story that goes against your expectations and makes you linger in the disappointments and losses along with the characters. The premise is heartbreaking, and becomes even more tragic as you keep reading, but at the same time, it’s a beautiful testament to the resilience of love and the importance of family. I love the community the author cultivates on Tarth, the unexpected characters they weave in, and how this little island becomes an entire functional and complex world of its own. The second half of the fic gets a little repetitive occasionally and there is some explicit content, but it’s a really compelling read and one of my favorite Jaime/Brienne stories.

4. The Days and Steps series by CatKing_Catkin (Thor): Even after everything, Thor holds out hope that his brother can be redeemed. Now that he's away from the Chitauri, his mind is fully his own again. Not that he's home, even as a prisoner, maybe he can start to remember what it's like to have a family and a place to belong. Maybe he can even come to truly understand the other worlds as something other than a conqueror. (Complete)

After reading the last story in this series, I wept like a baby. These stories trace Loki’s excruciatingly slow healing process in such a realistic and moving way that the ending feels so, so earned. Again, it’s the family dynamics that shine here, in particular, a family actually processing and dealing with the ways they’ve hurt each other and the mistakes they’ve made. The realizations strike deep and the characterizations are rich so you become fully invested in this family’s journey.

5. Captains and Pawns by sian22 (LOTR): "The board is set and the pieces are moving." So Gandalf said, but what unseen hand made them move? How far back did the game start and with what unexpected results? The Lords of Gondor and Rohan find Saruman will use them for his own end and both the Steward's sons and Rohan's Prince and Lady must find their way. A tale from Faramir's birth until the fateful kiss. (Complete)

If you’re a Faramir fan, this story is for you. It’s a fascinating character-driven story that fleshes out a lot of the subtext in the events before and during the War of the Ring. It moves the narrative from Gondor to Rohan and we follow Faramir, Eowyn, and Eomer from childhood to adulthood, reminding us of the cost of war and also deepening your love for these characters.

6. Ad Infinitum by Stormontheocean (Dragon Age): After a bus accident, Liz wakes up in Haven, stuck in the fictional world of Dragon Age. How does a modern girl get by when she can't speak the language, and her expansive knowledge of the Blight and Kirkwall, but limited knowledge of Inquisition would only make her look more suspicious? Fake being deaf and mute, and hope not to get caught before she can find proof of her origin. But the best laid plans never work out as expected... (WIP)

Okay, I’m usually wary of self-insert fics, but this one put ALL my doubts to rest. It works. It really does, and it manages to make the OC main character (the stumbling block of many a writer) a completely three-dimensional and lovable addition to an existing universe. The first big plot turn of the story made me so unbelievably gleeful and excited that I won’t spoil it here but let me say--the story does not turn out in the way you expect. Even the slow-burn romance is believably developed, and this story cemented my love for Bull’s Chargers. A stand-out AU fic that is just plain enjoyable to read.

7. Jacob and Esau Say Their Goodbyes by LadyCharity (Thor): After Svartalfheim, Loki is still alive. In the end, it changes nothing.In which Thor hurts, Loki loves, and Jane learns how to lie. (Complete)

Let me emphasize that this was a near-impossible choice to make. I love every single one of LadyCharity’s Thor fics, but I decided to go with the one I think excels at every level. It’s emotionally devastating, poignant, and with brilliant characterization. I appreciate how succinct, poetic, and introspective the author’s prose is, and she just gets these characters and their relationships. Shout-out for her great development for Jane as well, who all too often gets overlooked in fanfic.

8. A Wreath of Thorns by LadyNormaOfTheWesterlands (GOT): In the aftermath of the Battle of the Bastards and the destruction of the Great Sept in King's Landing, new allegiances are forged and family ties will be tested, as two Queens dance around a blood-dripping throne and a new King rises in the North. The day of reckoning is getting closer, for princes and commoners, for friend and foe, while cold winds bring the longest of winters, and, with it, an enemy who doesn't respond to honour, nor love. Post-Season 6. (WIP)

There’s a lot to love in this understated story, which captures the POV of multiple GOT characters as events hurtle towards an inevitable culmination. It’s an introspective story, almost meditative in nature, and everyone is perfectly IC. It’s tragic, inspiring, and ultimately a great tribute to these characters.

9. The Native by StarTrekFanWriter (Star Trek): The relationship that started it all - Sarek/Amanda. How a logical guy like Sarek fell for a human, and why he would defy his people to marry her. Sybock & Spock will be featured. (Complete)

The beginning of 2017 was my introduction to Sarek/Amanda fic, and this was one of the standouts. I’m a sucker for stories that navigate the cultural differences, tensions, and development of interracial relationships, and this one does a great job immersing you in Vulcan culture. Amanda is also a really wonderful character, strong, empathetic, intelligent and you can definitely see why she and Sarek are so well-matched.

10. The Abduction of Eomer, King of Rohan and House of Sun by Lialathuveri (LOTR) (Complete)

Okay I kinda cheated here but I honestly could not choose between these. I like them for completely different reasons: The first fic is a hilarious series of misadventures that bring Lothiriel and Eomer together and the second is a much more serious development of a love story after an arranged marriage. The world-building in both stories is well-realized, and Lothiriel is simply a delightful character that I will read in ANY iteration.

More Bunny Fic Recs:

My Top 10

The Next Top 10

Game of Thrones

Merlin

Makorra

LOTR/The Hobbit

Captain Swan

Star Wars: Romance One-shots

Star Wars: Gen One-shots

Star Wars: PT Multi-Chapter Fics

Star Wars: OT Multi-Chapter Fics

#fic recs #thor #loki #got #lord of the rings #dragon age #jaime x brienne #star trek #bunny posts

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 6 months

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Tolkien Family Week, Day 4: Cut Ties (aka Éomer and Théodred trauma bond)

The Day 4 @tolkienfamilyweek prompt of “cut ties” covers everything from disagreements to separation and death. I went with death in order to revisit one of Rohan’s biggest tragedies, the death of Théodred. I absolutely love Théodred and have built up a fair amount of head canon about him, though you don’t need to know any of that for this story.

My inspiration here was Théodred’s last words as he lay dying by the Isen (as recorded in Unfinished Tales): “Let me lie here to keep the ford until Éomer comes.” There’s obviously a practical take on that line–he wants to hold his position until Éomer can bring more men to secure it. But I decided to read it from an emotional perspective instead–he wants to be left where he is until Éomer can get there because that is who he wants and needs to see in what he knows are his final moments. So I wrote a little history of the relationship between Éomer and Théodred and the way that grief, in particular, bonded them, starting with their shared love for Théodwyn (Théodred’s aunt and Éomer’s mother). Pour one out for Théodred, because he was a real one!

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“Let me lie here—to keep the fords until Éomer comes.”

There had always been Théodwyn.

When Théodred searched his earliest memories, her face is what he found. Her sunny smile welcoming him back from sleep each morning. Her soft hands soothing his hurts when he fell or injured himself. Her high, clear voice telling him stories as they went for walks in the fields or while she led him around the training ring on his first pony. She was barely more than a girl herself at the time, but she was there, stepping into the breach left by his mother’s death and his father’s retreat into the depths of grief.

Over time, his father found a way to heal, to separate the birth of his son from the death of his wife and to embrace his little boy without hesitancy or reservation. But even then, his aunt remained the biggest figure in Théodred’s young life. He started and ended each day with her, took his lessons from her, asked her all of his questions and told her all of his feelings. And she gave him hugs and kisses and laughs and the occasional scolding. She taught him all the best bad words and made him special cakes on his birthday. She showed him how to take a handful of simple little seeds and turn them into beautiful flowers with nothing more than water, soil and sunshine. She was magic.

He knew she couldn’t stay at Meduseld forever. She had her own life to live, and when he was ten she met and fell in love with a man from Aldburg. He missed her terribly when she married Éomund and left for the Eastfold, but they saw each other when they could and exchanged letters when they couldn’t. Long years passed, but she was still the first one he thought to tell whenever he had good news and the first he wanted to turn to for consolation when things were hard. Though he had always called her Aunt Théodwyn, she was the closest thing to a mother he would ever know, and he cherished her.

But in the summer of his twenty-fourth year, it all went wrong. First Éomund was killed during a poorly planned orc hunt, riding off too hastily without waiting for the additional numbers he would need to protect himself. Then Théodwyn suddenly came down with a mysterious fever. A stronger constitution might have overcome the illness, but Théodwyn, weakened in spirit by the shock of Éomund’s death, didn’t have the heart to battle. Just three weeks after the loss of Éomund, she went to bed early and never woke up.

Now Théodred found himself on the terrace in front of Meduseld, waiting to greet the cousins who were being entrusted to his care, and that of his father, to try to salvage any possible happiness that could be wrested back from the unthinkable turn their young lives had taken. As he waited, he took his own overwhelming sorrow, the enormous grief weighing on his chest and pressing the breath from his lungs, and he pushed it down. He pressed and he pressed until his vast, shapeless misery was just a hard little knot in his stomach that he could quietly tolerate without outward expression. He would not show this grief to Éomer or Éowyn, whose burden was heavy enough without the sadness of another to manage. He would follow in Théodwyn’s example and step into the breach for them, whether he felt ready or not.

The arrival of Éomer and Éowyn changed everything about daily life in Meduseld. Éowyn, all of seven years old, spent much of her time with Elfhelm’s wife, who was called into service to provide a small girl with the maternal presence she longed for, but Éomer became Théodred’s charge. They spent their days together, riding, hunting, or swimming in the Snowbourne, anything to keep Éomer’s spirits up and give him more to think about than what he was missing. Théodred wondered at the boy’s resiliency in the face of his losses. While his demeanor was solemn and his face grave, he never cried or expressed pain, and he even managed to offer himself as a source of comfort to his little sister when her own pain overcame her. Théodred couldn’t help but admire this strength, and it motivated him further to keep his own grief private, to match his young cousin’s mastery of his feelings.

Instead, Théodred saved up his grief for a few stolen minutes at the very end of each day, after the rest of the household had gone to sleep and no one else stirred except the occasional guard on patrol. Then, under cover of darkness, he would quietly steal outside to sit in the little garden at the south end of the hall. It had been Théodwyn’s garden. She planted it when he was a boy, and when she departed for Aldburg he had taken over its care, tending dutifully to her blossoms and herbs and adding in the ferns and fruit trees that he favored. There was nowhere else that he felt closer to her memory, and he would sit alone under her moonflower vines, unclench the knot in his stomach, and allow himself to cry at last. When he had released enough of his sorrow to feel that he could go on for another day, he would dry his eyes, push his feelings back down again, and head off in search of a few hours of sleep.

A week or so into this new routine, a sudden nighttime cloudburst drove him from the garden and his grieving sooner than expected. He raced to the closest door, a side entrance he seldom used, and quietly let himself in. The corridor was hushed and dim, and he kept his steps soft as he slipped past the closed doors of the hall’s sleeping residents and headed toward his own room. On the walls beside him, the faces of his ancestors looked down from their portraits. Brave Fréaláf. Sad Folcwine. Noble Thengel. He paused when he came to Théodwyn, intending to spend just a minute under the warm and gentle gaze of her likeness, when he heard something unexpected: the slightest of sniffles coming from somewhere in the darkness at his feet. Stooping down, he suddenly found himself face to face with Éomer.

His cousin was tucked up against the wall, knees under his chin and arms wrapped tightly around his shins, staring at the portrait of his mother. Tears streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto his shirt, creating a large, dark stain just over his heart. He looked up, lower lip quivering and brows drawn tightly together, and for half a moment it seemed as though he might force back the tears and reclaim his typical mask of calm solemnity. But all his effort, all of his rigorously guarded self control, finally failed. Under Théodred’s eyes, Éomer began to sob, as he had been doing here alone each night, hidden away from family and strangers alike.

Théodred’s first decision was easy. Indeed, it wasn’t even a decision, it was just instinct. He dropped to the floor at Éomer’s side, wrapped his cousin in a tight embrace, and held the little boy as he wept. The second decision was harder, a reconsideration of everything he had planned for managing Théodwyn’s death, but he knew in that moment it was the right thing to do. He allowed his own tears to return, and for as long as Éomer cried, Théodred cried with him.

When at last their tears came to an end, Théodred was surprised to feel a little lighter, relieved of some portion of the weight he had been carrying through each day. Éomer, too, looked less grave, if perhaps also a little embarrassed. They walked back together to Éomer’s room and, though they didn’t talk directly about what had just passed between them, they agreed to meet again by the portrait the next night at the same time. And so they made for themselves a new routine, coming together each night to reduce their suffering by sharing it with one another. Sometimes they sat by the portrait; other times, they went to the garden. No matter where they were, they thought of Théodwyn and allowed themselves to let out the sadness that they otherwise kept locked inside.

As the days passed, they cried less and talked more. They learned not only how to grieve her loss but also how to celebrate her memory and, in time, they could each think of her and feel happiness alongside the pain. They traded treasured memories and stories, and some days they even laughed, fondly recalling her terrible singing voice or her deadly accurate impression of Théoden. Eventually, they even came to talk of other things entirely, their nightly meetings providing an opportunity to confide in each other the fears, hopes, or concerns that they would speak to no one else.

By the end of Éomer’s first season in Edoras, the seeds of their shared sadness had grown and transformed into an unshakeable bond, one more blossom in Théodwyn’s garden. That bond would last through happy times and further tragedy, changing circumstances and stages of life. It lasted all the way to that rainy night at the fords many years later, when Théodred himself lay near death. And alone with his pain, his body spent and his spirit facing imminent separation from everything he knew and everyone he loved, Théodred did the only thing he could think to do when confronted with grief. He called for his cousin.

#tolkien family week #cut ties #eomer #theodred #trauma bonding #let me lie here...until eomer comes #sob #lord of the rings #lotr fanfiction #forth eorlingas

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return of the blog, part 4

“today was a good day for kabbalah but there’s only so much reading I can do. anyway here’s a summary of a huge amount of text I’m about to read”

THE BATTLE OF THE PELENNOR FIELDS

The Rohirrim are here! I think they legitimately have more fighters than the entire Minas Tirith, especially right now after a bunch of Gondorians got killed. AND they’re all mounted. So they’re doing great, and the Witch King is pissed. Naturally, he shoots Theoden’s horse (pinning him under it) and flies his pterodactyl down so it can eat the horse. Sorry that’s sick as fuck. Also I’m pretty sure Theoden is going to die, given how many times he’s emphasized that he’s an old man and just wants to do some last killing before he dies. That’s fine! He’s dying well. The only people around who could possibly help him are Merry and Dernhelm.

Merry crawled on all fours like a dazed beast, and such a horror was on him that he was blind and sick.

‘King’s man! King’s man!’ his heart cried within him. ‘You must stay by him. As a father you shall be to me, you said.’ But his will made no answer, and his body shook. He dared not open his eyes or look up.

That good... catatonia feel...

Dernhelm yells at the Witch King and calls him a “dwimmerlaik,” which, I don’t know what that is but it sounds very insulting. In response he tell Eowyn not to interfere or she’ll be taken to the “houses of lamentation,” which sounds like honestly a pleasant place to publicly grieve your loved ones but actually it’s a place to be flayed and have your mind crushed by Sauron. No living man can touch him!

Well it’s a good thing Eowyn is a WOMAN (for now)! She will SMITE him if he touches her uncle. Merry thinks that she should not die! And then amends, because he has realistic expectations of himself, that she shouldn’t die alone. While he’s trying to psych himself up she chops the pterodactyl’s fucking head off. NICE. All the extra light it was sucking up gathers around her and she shines. The Witch King is Looming angrily over Eowyn when Merry stabs him in the knee, leaving Eowyn free to stab him in the face (aye! stab him in the face he hasna got!), and then there’s this cool bit where his clothes just suddenly are empty and they fall to the ground. Eowyn passes out from the magical backlash and Merry is left alone among the dead. Theoden says goodbye to him and he apologizes a bunch of times, sweet teen. Eomer rides up and composes a poem on the spot?? about how they should save mourning for later. Very cool. He’s crying as he recites it.

Then he sees Eowyn and shouts “DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!” and tells everyone to go WRECK SAURON’S SHIT. Soon everyone starts shouting DEATH as they ride. That’s. Awesome. Imagine you’re an orc and all these humans on tall horses are riding toward you in a wall, chanting DEATH. DEATH. DEATH. You’d swoon in fear, probably. You’d just lie down and pretend to already be dead.

Merry picks up the shield Eowyn gave him and walks beside the pallbearers carrying Theoden and Eowyn. Prince of Amroth comes up and says “hey Eowyn’s alive might want to check that out,” presumably because he has studied medicine more thoroughly, as a prince, than any of the killers among the Rohirrim. There’s more fighting stuff. Horses don’t like the mammoths that Haradrim ride. Wait holy shit GOTHMOG is here also. I can’t believe nobody has killed that motherfucker yet. He’s got to be like the oldest person on Middle Earth (besides obvious exceptions like Sauron, Galadriel, and Tom Bombadil. What a trio!). And then people see black sails coming up the Anduin and everyone’s like Well Fuck. Except Eomer, who is drunk on bloodlust and wants the corsairs to come on if they think they’re hard enough.

BUT we finally learn that Arwen’s black-on-black flag was actually! Just being seen at night. It’s the standard of Elendil, Aragorn is here. Hurrah. How, uh, how did he get those ships? Is that going to be explained? Anyway for maximum psychological impact Aragorn is holding his magic sword high and wearing the elessar on his brow. We timeskip to sunset, when everything is red. The sky, the ground, even the river. Thank goodness the battle is over and we didn’t have to read any overwrought scenes of Legolas taking down a mammoth on his own. Small blessings. After this we jump into the far future just long enough to hear a song composed by future bards of Rohan about the battle of the Pelennor Fields. It’s basically just a list of people who died, but it has a good ending:

Grey now as tears, gleaming silver, red then it rolled, roaring water: foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset; as beacons mountains burned at evening; red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.

Speaking of people who are dead, let’s check on

THE PYRE OF DENETHOR

Pippin finally finds Gandalf, who is in an extreme hurry to be off somewhere else until Pippin says the words “burned alive.” Reluctantly Gandalf says he’ll save Faramir, even at the cost of the other lives he is currently protecting.

They find that Beregond’s post has been deserted, and he’s fighting several other guards--this is a great last stand, he’s fighting well in accord with the inverse ninja law or whatever it’s called, and has already killed two guys. I hope Beregond doesn’t die, he’s such a nice bloke. Denethor is the one who ordered him killed; I guess they were bringing the fire? Faramir is NOT on fire yet, but Denethor seems to think he is. I can’t tell if it’s a metaphor or a delusion. I don’t like this whole “his mind is broken” thing. It’s tragic I guess but can we not. Anyway Denethor is overcome with despair and wants to just die preemptively, but also he wants to yell at Gandalf for trying to take his throne some more before he does die. And he still wants to kill Faramir so they can “be together.” It just occurred to me that there’s a great Eowyn/Faramir parallel here. Eowyn nearly dies protecting her father-figure after being told not to, and is borne away; Faramir nearly dies protecting his father who low-key wants him dead and instead of rushing to find him medicine tries to burn him alive. This indicates a Theoden/Denethor foil thing; it’s better to die in battle than to kill yourself out of fear, Tolkien tells us. Maybe it’s also better to try protecting your kids instead of killing them?? Just a thought. Anyway I like the contrast of the two kings dying in very, very different ways, with very different thoughts on their heirs.

Denethor throws himself on the fire and Gandalf walks out, closes the door, and addresses the guards: “Well, that’s that! Come on, let’s go put Faramir on a bed and administer zero medicine and let fate decide whether he lives.” Dude no. Gandalf walks outside and sees that the sun has appeared again, therefore the Witch King is dead. And then I guess he immediately divines how that happened? He could have prevented a lot of death and misery if he hadn’t been saving Faramir, so thanks a lot Denethor.

Next time: THE HOUSES OF HEALING. I think this is Eowyn/Faramir gay content.

#blog of the rings

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fellowship of the bloggening, part 9 AND two blogs, part 1

“what’s up gamers I didn’t update last night because I was lowkey suicidal”

THE BREAKING OF THE FELLOWSHIP

how appropriate on this, a day when I am very sad*

I have a question about the landscapes in Lord of the Rings. There’s a lot of lawns. Do lawns like, occur naturally in the British Isles? Is that why? I have never met a naturally occurring lawn. Fields, yes, but not lawns. I love the island in the middle of the river, though, being kind of incongruously 50 feet tall with sheer cliffs and wheeling birds and all. Take me to the Anduin.

Aragorn doesn’t sleep well. When our heroes get up he calls them together and says it’s time to choose. Especially for Frodo. Frodo asks for another hour and goes off somewhere; everyone studiously avoids looking at him except Boromir, who Stares. Frodo climbs up on Amon Hen and stares down at the river while he thinks. Ah, I love him.

Suddenly he awoke from his thoughts: a strange feeling came to him that something was behind him, that unfriendly eyes were upon him. He sprang up and turned; but all that he saw to his surprise was Boromir, and his face was smiling and kind.

!!! Danger warning !!! Boromir is acting super super friendly and reasonable. He thinks two people can reach a decision more easily than nine! Sitting with Frodo will be a comfort to him! Frodo is kind of obliviously discourteous; like he doesn’t explicitly distrust Boromir, but it’s clear what he’s saying is making Boromir >:(

'I think I know already what counsel you would give, Boromir,' said Frodo. 'And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning of my heart.'

'Warning? Warning against what? ' said Boromir sharply.

He’s awful defensive, isn’t he. Frodo is just being super sincere and Boromir is so disingenuous. But Boromir is looking rather acquisitive, and I am sad that Tolkien didn’t include Frodo’s growing unease in the text. Like I guess it’s elegant to leave it subtextual but come on I want this to be an emotionally intense scene. All the intensity here is on Boromir’s part; he’s being contrasted with Frodo, who doesn’t emote, and who speaks in short simple sentences. Boromir starts talking grandiose talk about what Gondor could do if they had the Ring.

‘I am glad to have heard you speak so fully,’ said Frodo. ‘My mind is clearer now.'

`Then you will come to Minas Tirith? ' cried Boromir. His eyes were shining and his face eager.

`You misunderstand me,' said Frodo.

Oh I take it back I fuckin love this. So Boromir goes on the attack and Frodo sees no choice but to put the Ring on and disappear. As soon as he’s outside Ring-influence radius Boromir realizes how he was acting and starts to cry. Meanwhile Frodo makes it to the seat upon the summit of Amon Hen; it’s the seat of vision, I guess, and it’s maybe magically enchanted to he can see everything that’s going on in Middle Earth? He catches Sauron’s eye and throws himself to the ground, desperate to take off the ring before Sauron can pinpoint where he is. We get a fun description of the physical pressure of Sauron’s attention “like a finger pressing down.” And Frodo decides that he must not let the Ring near the rest of the company, to allow their minds to continue free.

Everyone else is sitting in a circle psychoanalyzing Frod; Aragorn decides that it would be best to split the party and have himself, Sam, and Gimli go with Frodo to Mordor. Let’s all take a moment to imagine that AU, which surely would have been awesome. Because spotlight Gimli!! Anyway. Boromir comes back to tell them that he vanished, and they all start looking. Sam is the only one who’s actually competent to psychoanalyze Frodo, and realizes he must have gone for the boats to go away by himself. Sam throws himself at the boat and misses by an entire yard. Frodo paddles back to shore so he can get in properly. And they’re off. time for

THE TWO TOWERS (BOOK 3)

THE DEPARTURE OF BOROMIR

We join Aragorn as he runs up Amon Hen and completely fails to use the hill’s magical sight powers to find Frodo. He DOES use his sharp ears to locate Boromir in trouble, though! Come on lad what is this Amon Lhaw? Please. Also how is “lhaw” pronounced? Like Welsh LL? That’s my vote. Haha also Aragorn realizes Sam’s not with him, but still hasn’t cottoned on to the fact that hobbits have much shorter legs than him. Dude. Your nickname in Arnor was “Legs” you KNOW this. Well, he finds Boromir impaled into a tree trunk; Boromir says that the hobbits were taken, and he has paid with his life for trying to steal the Ring. Aragorn kisses his forehead and tells him “no sweet prince you have done nothing wrong ever in your life and I love you”

And then seeing that Boromir has died he says to himself “I’ve mucked up everything, I can’t believe every single thing that has ever gone wrong was my personal fault. How can I, Aragorn, save the quest???”

Legolas and Gimli show up and they all survey the battle site, looking for clues about whodunnit. The answer: Saruman! I like Legolas announcing out loud that he is going to collect arrows, because he’s all out. He’s so extra. It’s a cultural difference, I think; Mirkwood is just culturally extra. Oh we also learn that Sauron does not speak his name, or allow it to be spoken. What?? That’s so interesting I wonder why! Finally the remains of the company puts Boromir’s funeral boat out on the river and Aragorn and Legolas improvise a really impressive duet to eulogize him. And then they go after the orcs, hoping to free Merry and Pippin from Torment. And soon to meet

THE RIDERS OF ROHAN

Our three trackers run over the edge of the Emyn Muil and down onto the plains of Rohan, following the trampley trail of the orcs. I like the bit where they pass a stream with water plants and come down into the grass and Legolas drinks it in:

'Ah! the green smell!' he said. 'It is better than much sleep. Let us run!'

This is very AS. AH THE GREEN SMELL.

They argue a while over whether they should, uh, ever sleep. When they decide that they won’t be able to track at night anyway, Aragorn literally just falls over and passes out. I love him. The trackers have zero chance of catching the orcs, who definitely aren’t sleeping ever, but they persist anyway. Aragorn is unexpectedly weary (after running for three straight days) and apparently it’s because Saruman is glaring really hard at them. Night after night Legolas keeps watch, pacing and singing to himself, because he can sleep while he runs.

On the fourth day they come upon a group of Rohirrim riding down the same trail they’re following, and hunker down to wait for them. The riders pass them right by (elven cloaks!) until Aragorn calls out to them. They are extremely suspicious, especially when they find out our trackers have been through Lothlorien. Gimli, of course, is furious that anyone would suggest Galadriel is anything other than a perfect cinnamon lembas, and yells at Eomer. Aragorn hushes him and then introduces himself in the most dramatic manner possible, trying to look extra kingly so Eomer will want to help him.

Éomer stepped back and a look of awe was in his face. He cast down his proud eyes. 'These are indeed strange days,' he muttered. 'Dreams and legends spring to life out of the grass.

I like Eomer. He says stuff like “we don’t lie and thus cannot be easily deceived” and “That was a worthy man!” (I can practically hear it in Anglo Saxon). My regret about him in the movies is that he had the cutest little snub nose and wasn’t intimidating at all. He looked like a baby.

Um anyway Eomer wants our trackers to come to Meduseld (the hall at Edoras) and identify themselves to Theoden, since they’re still rather suspect strangers. Aragorn is very insistent, obviously, on going to the battlesite and looking for Merry and Pippin. Eomer eventually gives in and says he’ll let them borrow horses to check it out, as long as they PROMISE to come back to Meduseld afterward. He is putting his life on the line for you guys! Don’t let him down!

They ride to the battle site. I want to QUIBBLE again with Tolkien’s word usage; the trackers find “freshly cut turves,” which is surely a VERY WEIRD WORD TO USE. NOBODY PLURALIZES TURF ANY MORE JOHNALD. But he still pluralizes “hoof” as “hoofs.” SMH. In any case we camp under the eaves of Fangorn (“Cut no living wood!”) and during Gimli’s watch an old man, hatted and cloaked, shows up. Or maybe just a spectre of one, because he doesn’t talk, and vanishes without moving. Spooooky. No really, come Gandalf, stop playing games.

#blog of the rings

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