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papillonapothecary · 2 years

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merry brandybuck, ‘nightmare’

through the entire night, you tossed and turned, attempting to find a comfortable position. there was no luck in finding comfort when fear was heavier on your mind than sleep, much like your friend frodo.

you were discreet when hiding your uncomfort, especially while legolas was only a few feet away standing guard for the current moment. nearly everything that was a potential threat crossed your mind, but you tried to subdue it until actually needed to be a concern.

"(y/n)," your brother whispered, despite you thinking you'd hidden your sleepless night, legolas was not a fool.

quietly making your way over to him and sitting down on the grass next to his feet, much like you would when you were a child.

"why do you thrash around like something is bothering you?"

"because something is bothering me."

he didn't speak, which was his way of saying 'go ahead.'

"what happens if we do not help frodo destroy the ring? what will happen to the hobbits? aragorn? us? what about gimli? gandalf?" before you could notice, you began rambling on and on which legolas let you air out any concerns so he could shut them down at the end.

"do you not have faith in any of us?"

"it's not that i don't, i just fear that sauron's efforts might be more than what we're expecting."

"you're wise to acknowledge that, but it's best if you don't. the ring will be destroyed once frodo throws the ring-"

"have you not noticed how the ring has already affected the poor boy?"

"i have, but he is strong."

neither of you spoke, he was letting you process the idea that worries were insignificant in the grand scheme of things. you sat there, staring at the dirt and attempting to think of something to say but he eventually cut off your thoughts.

"go to sleep, muinthel." he ruffled your hair as if you were a little kid.

rolling your eyes and standing from your seated position, you began walking back to where your items were when you heard him ask, "why did you mention the hobbits first in your worries?"

you spun around quickly, looking back at him but he already had his back to you. heat rose to your cheeks, but luckily no one was awake to hear it. even if frodo was awake, there was no way he was worried about whatever legolas had to say.

the night after that you felt would go by just fine, especially seeing that legolas shifted your attention towards a certain hobbit.

meriadoc brandybuck.

you weren't sure how legolas knew about your crush, but that was besides the point. you'd been flirtatious with the hobbit since you first met him in rivendell. he was ruffling through your bag with pippin, they both argued that they thought it had been left behind as if you'd not just left the bag to go talk to lord elrond.

from that moment forward, you'd been smitten. he would flirt back but would often get pulled away into other more serious matters, like his dear cousin getting scolded by gandalf.

you weren't quite sure how you, an elf, could have such strong feelings for the hobbit. you often flattered yourself with using aragorn and arwen as an example, knowing neither of you quite fit those standards.

as you began thinking more and more about the potential of a relationship with merry, you began to doze off and eventually fall completely asleep. it only lasted for what felt like a few minutes until you woke up in a cold sweat.

frodo put the ring on his finger one last time. you stood next to sam, begging frodo to throw it but he wouldn't. sam had tears on his face, and he looked as if he'd just went through a lifetime of military battles.

'frodo, please.’

the look in his eye was dangerous, he began to march towards you with his hands out as if he were going to strangle you. with that image in your mind, you woke up.

a loud gasp escaped your lips and the figure that was approaching you jumped a little. your breathing was hard and rigid as you tried to make yourself become back in touch with reality.

"(y/n)," they kneeled down next to you, "it's okay, you're okay."

merry grabbed your hand gently, afraid to alarm you too much. when you finally realized that frodo hadn't been tainted by the ring and that you were still where you were when you fell asleep.

"merry?"

he hummed in response, "don't worry, it's only me. everyone else is still asleep, aside from your brother."

he knew mentioning that legolas was only a few feet away would be more comforting to you than anything. you glanced to spot him, and there he was. he hadn't strayed too far from where he was earlier when you spoke.

"do you wanna talk about it?" glancing back over to merry, you shook your head.

"not about that," your breath was still shaky, causing your words to be the same as well. you could tell he wanted to talk to you, but he understood if right after waking up from a nightmare was not the time. he began to get up but you gripped his hand before he could go anywhere, "but i still want to talk."

he put a finger up as if he was saying 'hold-on.' you watched as he nearly hopped over pippin's sleeping form to grab his satchel that he'd been using as a pillow, and then nearly trampling pippin again to come back to you.

that was another thing about your crush on merry. he could always make you laugh, no matter what mood you were in prior.

he sat down next to you, "what do we wanna talk about?"

you grinned, trying to hide your previous fears behind humor. you placed a finger on your chin, acting as if you were going to ponder on a topic.

"tell me about your life before you got wrapped up with this."

he began telling you everything. and that means everything. the poor hobbit started at the first moment of his life as a baby. he went on for ages, but you weren't complaining. it was interesting to hear about how hobbits were raised, seeing it was far different than how you were.

once he arrived at present time, he asked you about your life. you started the story as he did.

"well, my father is the king of the elves of-"

"king?"

"do you want my father's life story or my own?"

his face became red, but you could only giggle. you heard your brother chuckle beyond the trees, but continued. you told him about everything, and explained why you are so close to your brother. he was amazed at how eventful your life had been, and for an elf, you were very young.

he had a question about nearly everything, and would often find himself getting way too happy about your accomplishments for you.

"do you consider legolas your best friend?"

"the only person i really know is legolas," you smile, "he's not too bad, so i guess that is a yes."

"well you have us too!" he beamed, "us as in me, pippin,-"

"hm, legolas may be a tad better." you teased, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"yeah, but can your brother do this?" he started to get up to show you something, but you answered with a quick 'probably' that made him chuckle.

it wasn't until then, you realized how loud you both were being.

"merry, get over here!" you whisper yelled, trying to get his attention as he ran towards aragorn's sword that laid on the ground next to him.

he stopped in his tracks and looked back at you, seeing that you were smiling so he knew he was doing something right. instead of grabbing the sword, he came back to you and sat down again.

"are you feeling okay?"

you nod with no response, instead moving to lay back down. he mimicked your actions, going to lay down as-well. he noticed you had nothing to lay your head on, "a princess shouldn't have to lay her head on the ground."

you blushed at his comment, and he stretched his arm out to put it around your shoulder. your head rested perfectly on him, and you placed your hand on his chest.

the two of you laid in silence for a moment.

"merry," you paused, waiting for a sign that he was still awake.

he hummed in response again.

"thank you."

"you don't need to thank me. i just needed you to smile again."

with that, you both fell alseep in each other's grasp. that was until the next morning, which you'd not though of the reactions of the others.

the morning sun caused your eyes to flutter open, and the first thing you saw was a wide-awake pippin. he sat criss-crossed next to you and merry as if he was a lost puppy, wanting attention.

"good morning, (y/n)!" he grinned, "it looks like you and merry enjoyed each other's company last night."

"good morning pippin.."

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weezlbot · 2 years

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Imagine Frodo bonding with Celebrian.

Even though Frodo’s torment lasted for weeks/months to Celebrian’s hours/days, on Frodo’s worst days, he can still hold on to her, because she understands when he needs to be held/physically comforted and when he needs space, when he wants to talk and when he just wants to be distracted, or sit in silence.

Rosie tries to do the same for Sam, because he has trauma too, but they can’t bond over that the same way Frodo and Celebrian do (even though Sam and Rosie love each other to the end of the world and back). Maybe Merry, Pippin, Fredegar and Samwise have a Traumatized Hobbit Therapy Club? Maybe Arwen helps with that?

#uuuu I love them #they give me so many feels #feels #hobbits #I love them #they try so hard #oh my babies #celebrian #frodo baggins #sam gamgee #rosie cotton #merry brandybuck #pippin took #meriadoc brandybuck #fredegar bolger #fatty bolger #arwen #imagines

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mistergandalf · 1 year

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ULTIMATE TOLKIEN BLORBO: ROUND ONE IS COMPLETE!

Here’s who won:

Thorin Oakenshield vs. Bard the Bowman

Bilbo Baggins vs. Dwalin

Kili vs. Gandalf

Fili vs. Thranduil

Legolas Greenleaf vs. Éomer

Aragorn vs. Éowyn

Elrond Peredhel vs. Elladan & Elrohir

Frodo Baggins vs. Meriadoc “Merry” Brandybuck

Gimli vs. Peregrin “Pippin” Took

Samwise Gamgee vs. Boromir

Faramir vs. Galadriel

Maedhros vs. Celebrimbor

Maglor vs. Finrod Felagund

Glorfindel vs. Morgoth

Sauron vs. Celegorm

Fingon vs. Fëanor

Looks like the next round is going to be contentious! Hope you’re ready.

And now, for a special announcement…

Did your blorbo lose UNJUSTLY in Round One? Fear not! They shall have their chance to shine! All characters who lose in the primary bracket will get a second chance on the secondary bracket. But if they lose here… welp, guess they’re not cut out for victory…

Rankings to seed this bracket were taken from your votes. Whoever received the most votes (not the highest percentage) was ranked first, and whoever received the least votes was ranked last. Then #1 was paired with #16, #2 with #15, etc.

You may notice there is a new contender! Yes, Arwen Undómiel has entered the competition! Because of the way I pulled data from AO3, I accidentally eliminated her, and she totally deserves to be here. So to right my wrongs, I have removed Dwalin from the running as he lost by the largest margin. For maximum fairness, she has been paired with Finrod as he was in the very center of the data.

New polls will be posted starting 12pm EDT (GMT -4) tomorrow (or today, if you’re in Europe). I will be posting polls for the primary bracket first, then the secondary bracket the next day. May the best blorbo win!

And now, for some analytics…

Who got the most votes?

Éowyn blew everyone else out of the water with a staggering 1,699 votes to her name. I imagine this is due to the very intense campaigning between her and Aragorn.

Who got the least votes?

Elladan & Elrohir, with 174 votes. You are small but mighty, twin fans!

Which races were the most contentious?

Aragorn vs. Éowyn was the most widely-circulated poll, but Éowyn managed to win by a 1.8% margin.

Maglor vs. Finrod Felagund was pretty contentious, with the results wavering back and forth over the 50% line basically the entire time. Maglor managed to eke out a 0.8% margin of victory!

Fingon vs. Fëanor was the most contentious of them all, with Fëanor winning by a slim margin of 0.4%. This one also went back and forth! As we all know, Silmarillion fans are extremely passionate, and the notes on these posts prove it.

I have more questions!

Cool! Send me an ask and I’ll give you some answers!

That’s it until next time. Best of luck to your blorbos!

#ultimate tolkien blorbo #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #silmarillion #the silmarillion #tolkien

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checkoutmybookshelf · 4 days

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Rereading The Fellowship of the Ring for the First Time in Fifteen Years

Oh my god we have FINALLY made it to Bree, and it's honestly something of a miracle that our hobbity bois didn't die horribly like four separate times on the way. But they (and I) made it alive and well, and now we get to hang out at the Prancing Pony for a bit. Let's talk chapter 9, "At the Sign of the Prancing Pony."

My god hobbits are small-town even when they aren't small-town. There is enough crossover between Bree and the Shire historically that there is literal shared blood in the Bree and Shire hobbits, but naturally they're each "outsiders" to the other because they live more than ten miles down the road. Also, for all that Bree is significantly more cosmopolitan than the Shire, it's still a backwater small town that barely sees many travelers and is small town enough to be sus of those it does see.

Contradictorily, however, it is only in Bree that the Big and Little Folk really live together and have any sort of community, which I kind of love. The sense of everyone living and letting live while just positively reveling in all the internal and traveler-brought gossip sounds honestly fairly delightful. I also got a very different vibe from book Bree than film Bree. Book Bree is out of our four protagonists' comfort zone, so it feels bigger and a little intimidating from their perspective, but I was absolutely not getting the seedy, urine-stained bar from the film. The vibe is almost like an edgier version of Bilbo's birthday party, especially since there are apparently actual Underhills in Bree who just...assume Frodo is one of them and treat him and Sam and Pippin as such.

Although honestly, I'd have probably hung out in the room with Merry for some goddamn peace and quiet if I'd had my druthers. Other people are exhausting... And SPEAKING of Meriadoc Brandybuck, can we just take a second to acknowledge that Tolkien tells us in this chapter that there is some Bree blood in the Brandybucks? Literally at this point, is there ANYONE who hasn't married into or out of the Brandybuck line? Like what Genghis Kahn do Merry and Frodo have back in their ancestral line, and how on earth do hobbits avoid marrying cousins???

Anywho, back to things that actually matter. The one thing that I did notice that has me back to "Samwise Gamgee is secretly a demigod of some sort but even he doesn't know it" is that he basically has a precognition moment outside the Prancing Pony:

Sam stared up at the inn with its three storeys and many windows, and felt his heart sink. He had imagined meeting giants taller than trees, and other creatures even more terrifying, some time or other in the course of his journey; but at the moment he was finding his first sight of Men and their tall houses quite enough, indeed too much for the dark end of a tiring day. He pictured black horses standing all saddled in the shadows of the inn-yard, and Black Riders peering out of dark upper windows.

YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME THAT THIS IS ANYTHING OTHER THAN A GLIMPSE INTO THE FUTURE. Literally Tom Bombadil predicted they'd be safe enough in Bree, but no, no they are not going to be, and they're due for a VERY near miss with the Ringwraiths. But when Sam suggests they find a nice hobbit family to stay with, Frodo full-on goes "Tom Bombadil wouldn't recommend us a bad inn" and that's apparently the final word on THAT.

So our hobbity bois get themselves some dinner and some beer and then Sam, Frodo, and Pippin head for the common room to mingle, the psychotic extroverts sociable fellows that they are. And this is more or less where we run into trouble. Hobbits are nosy, but rangers? They KNOW things. And you know the ranger in the Prancing Pony's common room is important because THIS is how he is introduced:

Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits.

Well hello, Strider! Welcome to the party. I literally cannot say how refreshing it is to have someone here who knows what's up, and who is willing to actually like...give Frodo instructions about how to handle sensitive situations in plain goddamn language. Because yeah, yeah Frodo probably SHOULD do something to shut Pippin up before he recounts Bilbo's vanishing act at his birthday party and has everyone and their giddy aunt gossiping about Bagginses with the Black Riders on the road HUNTING for Bagginses.

Although in total fairness to Pippin: All Frodo said before they got to Bree was that Frodo specifically should not be identified as a Baggins to anyone. He didn't say jack shit about not bringing up Bilbo or the Ring, and if there's one thing Pippin apparently needs, it's genie-levels of specificity in instructions.

Frodo doesn't need quite that much, but apparently he needed more than "I should stop your young friends from talking too much" and "You had better do something quick," because my solution would probably not have been to jump on a table and start talking. Like...Frodo. Come on, buddy. Fake a drunken stumble and dump a beer all over Pippin and then drag his ass back to the room to clean up and change. This isn't hard.

Except apparently it IS hard, because suddenly Frodo is now in the spotlight of a pleasantly buzzed mob of people who are bored and basically go "dance, monkey, dance" and so Frodo is over here literally singing and dancing on a table. And man, I have watched the movies too many times, because I was expecting him to bust out with the Green Dragon or something, but no, no, Frodo pulls out "a ridiculous son that Bilbo had been rather fond of (and indeed rather proud of, for he had made up the words himself)." And this song doesn't make it into Peter Jackson's epic, so why is it so jarringly familiar to me? Well, this is why:

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(This is not actually an endorsement of Hank Green; I have low-key beef with the vlogbrothers coming out anti-mask and participating in the "Covid is over and we can all pretend it's 2019" narrative. But I do love Peter Hollens's Tolkien-inspired songs.)

So we have Frodo singing and dancing on this tabletop with a few beers in him and leaning in to the performance of it all, and then he started getting ambitious with it. Which is, of course, when it all goes right to hell. I'm just gonna let Tolkien tell it, though:

[Frodo] capered about on the table; and when he came a second time to the cow jumped over the Moon, he leaped in the air. Much too vigorously; for he came down, bang, into a tray full of mugs, and slipped, and rolled off the table with a crash, clatter, and bump! The audience all opened their mouths wide for laughter, and stopped shor in gaping silence; for the singer disappeared. He simply vanished, as if he had gone slap through the floor without leaving a hole!

Frankly, the fact that Frodo doesn't know how the dang ring got on his finger is a big old red flag. He was EXPLICITLY told by Gandalf not to use it, and he managed to NOT use it in the Barrow-Downs, which was a significantly higher-stakes moment. Plus, if you're dancing on a table and (presumably) conducting as you lead the room in song, what the actual fuck was your hand doing in your pants? (Yeah, I know, PHRASING. Not changing it though.)

Not to mention that I'm pretty sure that Frodo also SEES the two assholes who tip off the Black Riders about them, because two dudes with bad vibes who had been antisocial whisperers all night slide out the door basically as soon as Frodo does his little disappearing act, but he NEGLECTS TO MENTION THIS TO STRIDER. I have to assume that the trained Ranger also caught this, but like...come on, Frodo. Self-preservation instincts, bud.

And honestly? Strider has every right to scold Frodo for this--although I would be lying if I said my inner 13-year-old boy didn't fall on the floor in hysterics when Strider says "You have put your foot in it! Or should I say your finger?" Because Frodo really did fuck everything up, to the point where Strider has to play the "Broski, I know basically everything" card that Merry had to play a few chapters back, and where it was endearing and relatable when Merry did it, it's FUCKING TERRIFYING that Strider a) can even do it, and b) had to. This is a bad situation, and one that could have been avoided if everyone had just HUNKERED DOWN IN THEIR ROOM FOR THE NIGHT. Socializing kills, is what I'm saying here.

Frodo does make a super sad attempt to walk the disappearing trick back, saying that he just briefly teleported over to Strider's corner for a chat, but literally nobody's having it, not even Butterbur. Sure, Butterbur placates his other customers and downplays it, but he specifically tells Frodo to warn him if Frodo plans to do any more "conjuring." Our innkeeper knows goddamn magic when he sees it. But despite Frodo's sinking heart and misgivings, we know that Butterbur is on the level because, as @apocalypticavolition keeps reiterating in their Wheel of Time reread (which you should absolutely check out, it is a delight), we can always trust a fat innkeeper, and Tolkien goes out of his way to tell us that "old Butterbur" has a "fat face."

Seriously Jolkien Rolkien Rolkien Tolkien, WHY THE FAT SHAMING???

But I'm going to leave it here, as Tolkien does, because that's pretty much it for this chapter. Next time we have some conversations coming, and hopefully we get the full tea on Strider. I know him from the movies, but I genuinely remember jack all about his book background, so this will be fun!

#reread #the fellowship of the ring #lord of the rings #lotr #at the sign of the prancing pony #books #books and reading #books and novels

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vagueandominousvibes · 3 months

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2, 8, and 11! i hope you find some great vibes to counteract the not-so-great ones soon <3

Thank you! I hope so too <3

2. What is your favorite book of all time?

Ooh, that's a difficult one! I feel like I should say The Lord of the Rings, but then again, I don't know if it's my absolutely favourite one? It's definitely up there, because I've got a lot of good memories attached to it, and it's one of the few books I've read more than once.

That said, it's not a book that's kept me from going to bed because I have to know what happens next. Deeplight by Frances Hardinge is probably closer, or even Snow Song by [insert author here when I remember her name].

There was a textbook I read about creative writing about 10 years ago. I believe it's still on my shelf in my childhood room, but I've not been there for a while and don't remember the title. That book was monumental in my excitement for creative writing. I remember opening it and feeling like I'd found a treasure trove. So y'know what? I'm gonna name that book as my favourite book of all time. I really ought to get my parents to send it to me.

8. If you were given the money to buy a book today, what book would you buy?

Depends on what's on display at Waterstones /j

For real though? I've got a multiple-page double-collumned document with books I'd like to buy, so any one of those would be good. At a glance, it'd likely be one of the following:

Perspectives on Fantasy: Imagining thr Celtic Past in Modern Fantasy by Dimitra Fimi and Alistair J. P. Sims

Hidden Places by Sarah Baxter (illustrated by Amy Grimes)

The Company We Keep: An Ethics of Fiction by Wayne C. Booth

Sacred Nature: How We Can Recover Our Bond with the Natural World by Karen Armstrong

You might notice a lot of these are academic books. I tend to not buy academic books for myself on a whim, because they're really expensive. I'd love to have more of them though.

11. Which character in a book would you most like to be?

My first thought was Sophie Hatter. She's got strength, courage, and magic enough to make every day an adventure, and I adore Diana Wynne Jones' books. Her worlds are worlds where miracles grow on trees, and I desperately want to live in that kind of world.

It would be a whirlwind of a life, with no time to pause and let everything catch up. It'd be the epitome of an escape.

On second thought, however, I think Meriadoc Brandybuck post-LotR would be an excellent character to be: a calm, steady life, research, and friends. Time to sit by myself and work on my many projects, and time to catch up with a friend over a cup of something. That'd be a good life, I think - slow, wonderfully slow, with no fear of tomorrow.

#ask game #books #thanks for the ask sam!! <3

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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years

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How about 1, 3, and/or 5 for Samwise and Merry? It's an obscure one, but their canon interactions are so fun!

1. “How I think they met”

Honestly, I think they’d never really spoken to each other until Merry recruited Sam for the Conspiracy; but I think they would’ve known of each other, through Frodo, for longer than that. Frodo might have mentioned to Merry the latest antics of his gardener, Sam, and he might have told Sam that he was going to have his cousin over for tea that afternoon and to please sweep the grass clippings off the footpath before then.

If they’d ever crossed paths, Sam would’ve been too nervous to try small talk with a gentlehobbit (and a strange Bucklander, at that; don’t you know that they go out in boats??). Meanwhile Merry, while polite and courteous, would have had no reason to say anything to his cousin’s gardener beyond a pleasant “good morning”. But then around comes the Conspiracy, and suddenly Merry has a very good reason to speak to Sam—as a potential source of information, a spy for the good of someone close to them both—and they got to know and grow in respect for one another from there.

3. “A random headcanon I have of them”

Boating is one of Merry’s favorite hobbies. He’ll paddle out into the middle of the Brandywine and fish for hours until his skin is tanned and cracked by the sun. Sam, on the other hand, hates boats, and it’s one of the reasons he distrusted Merry at first, before they really got to know each other.

But as the years passed after the Quest and their curly hair turned grey, Sam began to make short trips to Buckland—“on business”, he said, though he wouldn’t say what the business was—and he’d quietly ask Merry to show him his way around boats.

Merry suspected his reasons from the very beginning, but he didn’t ask questions, and Sam didn’t offer information. Nonetheless, Merry showed him how to work the ropes and sails, and he explained their construction and repair and the waterproofing, and he’d keep the thing steady as Sam held on with knuckles quickly turning white. As the years went by, and Rosie’s health slowly worsened, Sam would visit more and more frequently. He got stronger and bolder on his “sea legs”, as if he was running out of reasons to stay afraid.

When Rosie passed away, Sam dug a letter out of a drawer and sent it straight away to Buckland.

What that letter said, no one else ever knew. But the younger Brandybucks heard old Meriadoc say, when he’d finished it, “Well, he’s off at last. I thought it might be so. I hope he finds him.”

Before the funeral ceremonies were over, a letter from Buckland arrived at Bag End that wasn’t the typical one of condolence; there was some of that, too, but also a message, and a sealed envelope that he was expressly asked not to open.

When Sam arrived in Valinor, he was carrying a letter in his breast pocket: written by Merry, and addressed to Frodo.

5. "A scene I wish we'd gotten of them"

See above. But also, I'd like to see all of the hobbits catching Bilbo up on their adventures just after the Council! I imagine they'd have lots of opportunities, across those months they waited for the scouts' return, to hole themselves up in Bilbo's room and compare notes so Frodo could get things written down. Just think of the laughter when they finally get around to Old Man Willow!

"'Gnaw it down!'" cries Merry, nearly doubled over laughing. "With your teeth?!"

Sam looks a bit sheepish, but stalwart. "Yes, sir, if there weren't no other option. At any rate, I wasn't going to let any gnarled old tree do in you and Mister Pippin not a day's jaunt from the Shire, and that's a fact."

Merry sits back, still chortling, and raises his pipe to his lips. "Well, that is good of you, Samwise. I'm glad it didn't come to that, for all of our sakes. You'd still be picking splinters out of your teeth today!" He shakes his head. "But it's a comfort that someone had the good sense not to listen to that old tree and his talk of sleep."

"I tried to wake myself up!" Frodo cries defensively, but he's smiling.

"Yes, and got an early bath out of it, with your clothes on!" Pippin interrupts.

All five hobbits erupt in laughter, Bilbo most of all, before they collect themselves and the conversation goes on—but no one even tries to refute Merry's praise of Sam. Secretly, Sam is preening like a barn rooster.

"Well, it was good of him to say it. I do have good sense. Strange folk, these Bucklanders, but if they're all half as polite as Mister Merry here, then I daresay they might not be half bad after all, queerness or no."

FRIENDSHIP ASK GAME!

#ask game #samwise gamgee #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #number five is just turning out to be the 'tiny ficlets with frodo-with-glasses' show

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dorsey-divine · 10 months

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Ranking the Members of the Fellowship Based on How Much Cunt They Would Serve As Drag Queens

Let’s be real this is a race for second place- we all know who’s winning. With that said:

9.Boromir

This ranking pains me but I feel it’s appropriate. I physically cannot imagine him wearing makeup of any kind, let doing drag, so zero cunt can be served. He’s more of a free dad hugs at pride person than a drag queen. I can see him having painted nails, but that’s about it.

8.Aragorn

Same story as Boromir but I can see him wearing like eyeliner or something so he’s higher on the list. He definitely goes to drag shows, but he doesn’t participate in the art.

7.Frodo Baggins

I feel like hobbits have drag shows occasionally and Frodo did it once and decided he didn’t like it.

6.Samwise Gamgee

Sam’s a little shy about actually preforming, but I think his makeup and costumes would be very well done. You know he has a lot of flower themed dresses.

5.Gimli

Dwarves do drag a lot, I take no criticism on this. Gimli did drag in his youth and served absolute cunt but hasn’t done it since.

4.Legolas

He’s glamorous, he’s got good balance, he’s a prince so he has money, this man serves cunt on the regular. He probably takes like four hours to get ready though.

3. Meriadoc Brandybuck

Was the one who got Frodo to do drag that one time. Puts almost no effort into anything. His drag is bad and that’s why it’s cunty.

2. Peregrin Took

He’s campy, his drag is as bad as Merry’s, they preform together and have absolutely broken a stage before.

1.Gandalf

First of all: Gandalf’s big naturals. Second of all: this man serves more cunt than the rest of the fellowship combined. There are not enough words in elvish, entish, or the tongues of men to describe Gandalf’s drag cunty-ness. His pussy pops and every performance is a fucking serve. All hail.

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 2 years

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𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

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x teen!reader / x child!reader / x daughter!reader / x gn!reader / x reader / x sibling!reader

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gossip-girl-of-middleearth · 3 years

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The Fellowship as the ‘would you date me if I was a worm’ texts

Merry

Sam

Frodo

Pippin

Aragorn

Legolas

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guardianofrivendell · 3 years

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Of bookcases and headaches

Merry x gn!reader

Requested: Yes, by a lovely anon for my 1k sleepover! “Congratulations! May I ask for 💙 with Merry, General Prompt 8 and/or 6?”

Prompts: 6 - Are you taking care of yourself? 8 - Is that my book?

Warnings: no warnings, how about that?

A/N: This got longer than I intended to... So this gets its own post and will be linked with the oneshots instead of sleepover drabbles. It was the first time writing for Merry (besides the preference posts) so thank you anon for this request! Also yes, this might have been inspired by the events of the past week :)

I’ve been out of my writing mood for weeks - ever since I’ve published Dwarves Always Knock Thrice and I hope I’m getting back into it with this fluffy comfort fic 🙈

Merry was on his way to meet up with Pippin in the Green Dragon, their weekly visit for a pint or two to celebrate the end of the week. Or the beginning of a new one. Any reason was a good one really.

The all too familiar path took him past your house and he caught himself slowing down his pace every time, in the hopes of catching you outside so he could invite you to join him.

Which was ridiculous really, since you were both friends who regularly talked to each other. It wouldn’t be considered weird for him to knock on your door and simply ask you to join him for a pint.

But somehow Merry found it extremely difficult to do so.

Most of the time he just lingered for a few seconds before he chickened out and quickly continued his way to his favorite pub, telling himself that next time he’ll be brave enough to do it.

Today however it went a little different.

When he stopped at the white fence surrounding your yard, he noticed something different about your house. Something that didn’t feel quite right. It took him a while before he realized what was wrong.

The curtains were drawn.

And it wasn’t even time for afternoon tea yet!

Without a second thought, Merry opened the gate and made his way over to your yellow front door. Gone were his nerves and his doubts, replaced with worry for you.

He knocked a few times but you didn’t answer.

It wasn’t until he started knocking on your window, calling out your name that he heard the front door unlock.

“Y/N?” he asked.

You had opened the door just a smidge, enough for you to be able to see who was so rude to disturb your peace and quiet.

“Merry?” you croaked.

Merry’s face went blank when he heard your raspy voice.

“Y/N? Are you alright? What’s wrong?!”

You winced at the volume of his voice, and one of your hands flew to the side of your head. “Shhhh,” you shushed him, stepping back into the darkness of your entrance hall and leaving the door open.

Merry hesitated for a second, not sure if he should follow. But if you didn’t want him to come inside, you would’ve closed the door or told him to go bugger off. Right?

Every curtain in the house was drawn, there weren’t any candles lit and Merry’s eyes needed some time to adjust to the lack of light before he could go any further.

As he entered your living room, his eyes widened at the state it was in. Books and scrolls scattered everywhere, like they were carelessly tossed aside without a second thought where they would end up. This was very unlike you.

He watched you curl up in your armchair with a heavy sigh, tucking your feet under you and burying yourself under your blanket. It was obvious he had woken you up, which explained the raspiness of your voice.

“This place is a mess, Y/N… ” “Yeah, thanks to you,” you accused him. “What did I do?” Merry looked at you confused. “You don’t have to yell, I can hear you just fine.” “Y/N, I’m not yelling,” he said, taking a few steps in your direction. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

You ignored his question.

“My living room looks like a troll horde because I was looking for that.”

You pointed towards the small wooden side table where, in between empty teacups and dirty plates, lay a thick book with a dark blue binder.

Merry recognized the silver lettering on the spine.

“Is that my book? The one that you borrowed from me… A year ago or so?””

You hummed in response, burying your head in your hands. “I know, I’m a horrible person!”

He chuckled. “Y/N, you’re hardly horrible. The complete opposite would be more accurate in fact.”

You raised your head a little too fast at his words and you winced.

“I’ll go and make you some tea,” Merry smiled at you and made his way to your kitchen, taking the dirty cups and plates with him.

He brought you a fresh cup of tea, almost tripping over the many books and paper scrolls on the floor in the process. You took a sip and winced when you burned your tongue.

“Careful, it’s hot. I thought that was a given,” Merry said, rolling his eyes in a playful geste.

He took the cup out of your hands and placed it on the side table before he crouched down in front of you.

“Now will you finally tell me what’s wrong? I cannot help if you won’t tell me.”

Merry’s eyes met yours and you noticed the concern in them. He didn’t even try to hide it.

“I hurt my head and now I can not bear any light or noise… And my stomach is upset for some reason. It’ll pass.”

Merry’s eyes widened. He did not know a lot about healing or injuries but he knew what it was like to have a concussion. It was that kind of knowledge you gathered over the years when you were friends with a Took.

“It sounds a lot like a concussion, Y/N. How did you hurt your head?”

“Long story short, I thought I lost your book. I did not want to tell you because you were going to be mad at me and I hate it when you’re mad at me-” “When have I ever been mad at you?” he interrupted. “Hush, I’m trying to explain something here. But then when I was lying upside down in my chair, I saw your book underneath my bookcase. That’s why I couldn’t find it!” “Should I ask why you were lying upside down?”

You raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. He would almost think your headache was gone, if not for the slight squinting of your eyes and your pale complexion.

“Do you really want to go there, Merry?” “Hey, if I’m missing out I want to know!” “It’s a great way to see things from a different perspective,” you explained with a smile, but it did not reach your eyes.

He rested his chin on his hand. “Hmm, i guess you could be right. Now, continue, what happened with the book?”

“When I tried to get the book - your book - from under the bookcase, I couldn’t. It was stuck. So I gave it a good yank, but then the whole thing started toppling over!” “So rude!” he gasped dramatically. “Right?” you laughed, and this time it did reach your eyes. Merry was happy to see you were slowly getting in better spirits and pride filled his chest knowing he was the reason behind it. “I was able to stop the case from falling over, but most of the books fell off the shelves. A few of them hit my head pretty hard.”

Merry nodded in understanding. “Hence the headache. And your troll horde.”

You huddled a little deeper under your blanket and closed your eyes.

“I didn’t feel like cleaning it up yet.” “When did this happen?”

You opened your eyes again but kept them trained on the ground.

“Two days ago…” “Two days- Y/N, have you been taking care of yourself these two days? You should’ve called someone!”

You scoffed.

“I know how to take care of myself, Merry. Besides, I was more asleep than anything else. I didn’t need help.” “You don’t have to do everything by yourself, Y/N. There are people who care for you, you only have to let them in.”

The silence that followed was deafening and Merry wondered if he had said too much.

He jolted back to his feet and clapped his hands before he could help it. You flinched and groaned softly, cursing him.

“I’m sorry!” Merry apologized quickly. “I forgot! I was about to tell you what I planned and I got excited. I’ll try and be good from now on.”

“We both know that’s impossible,” you chuckled. Merry was relieved you weren’t angry with him.

“I’m going to the Green Dragon first, Pippin is probably wondering why I didn’t show up and I don’t want to make him worried. After that I’m coming back, okay? Then I’ll clean up your books so you don’t break your neck. In the meantime, you try and get some more sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He turned around and stepped into the hallway, but paused when you called his name.

“Merry?” “Yeah?” “You’re the best friend someone could wish for,” you smiled, fighting to keep your eyes open.

“So I’ve been told...”

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rainydaymiddleearthimagines · 3 years

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Any writing requests while I'm up?

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lotrrlegolas · 4 years

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i believe in this family you know

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torchbluelegacy · 4 years

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Dating Meriadoc Brandybuck would include:

~ casual but loving displays of affection. He isn’t all over you or anything, but he is hand holder. And a forehead kisser. And the type to bump knees with you under the table at dinner.

~ you’d better be ready for excitement because there will never be a dull moment. He will take you to the Green Dragon, where he will teach you his favorite drinking songs. Then, he will take you on a tour of the Shire to show you all his favorite spots for mischief. You will receive many gifts of produce possibly taken from Farmer Maggot’s crop.

~ Merry can be wild, but he is also thoughtful and perceptive. This adds up to small gifts that randomly appear on your doorstep. That dress you’d been looking at or the book you’d been talking about reading. Mention it once, and Merry will file it away for later gift giving purposes.

~ As a Brandybuck and living near Brandywine River, Merry is one of the few hobbits not apprehensive around water. He will take you on boat rides and swimming. You can be sure there will always be a picnic lunch ready for the two of you after these activities.

~ When you have been dating for a while, Merry will let you in on what happened during the battle with Mordor. Whether you were present or not during the battles, he doesn’t usually talk much about it. He likes to pretend he’s alright. After a while and you convincing him that he doesn’t need a facade with you, he will haltingly explain how his arm still goes numb in the winter, reminding him of the Witch King. When you hold him in your arms, he snuggles into you. He knows he can trust you with this, and begins to confide in you more.

~ If you ever need anything, Merry is there for you as well. He is a great listener. Whether it’s just about your day or the difficult parts of your own life, he is there with a solution if you need it or just a warm shoulder if you prefer.

~ Gentle but firm lover. He knows what he wants, but also wants to know what you want. He might hesitant until he’s sure how to please you. Once he knows that, he will take control and take care of everything for you. One of his great pleasures is getting handsy and listening to the way it undoes you.

~ the proposal is rather traditional. He uses the ring of the Brandybuck line. He asks you to be his Lady Brandybuck and bring adventure and joy into his life forever more. He slides the ring on your finger and says he never realized how beautiful it was before now.

~ The wedding is the EVENT of the Shire, at least since Bilbo’s 111st birthday. He wants everything to be just right for you, and does everything in his power to make that happen. But when you take his hands and kiss him, he will leave the details to someone else for a while

~ Bonus: Pippin has basically been adopted as your brother. He makes sure you two and behaving yourselves, while actually encouraging you to go wild.

(For my friend @jarwars )

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IMAGINE: Merry and Pippin, who both have a crush on you, fighting over you

Pairing: Merry Brandybuck & Pippin Took + Female Hobbit Reader

Requested: Yes (Hi idk if you’re going to see this but I’ve just discovered your blog and I love your writing so much omg (≧∀≦) Could I please request a Merry X Reader X Pippin, where they both have a serious crush on the reader (who is a Hobbit as well) and both try to court her. They both get into silly fights with one another and try to impress her by one-upping each other in whatever they do, leading them, of course, to embarrass themselves. You can change or add to it as you see fit Thank youu) -Anonymous

Summary: Merry and Pippin make themselves look like fools with all of their attempts to impress you

Warnings: Possibly out of character Merry and Pippin

A/N: Not my proudest work... This was hard to write, I couldn’t think up of a lot for the arguing/impressing part.. Nonetheless, I hope you still like this, anon

The Shire was a peaceful but boring place. Nothing interesting happened there. Two boys, Merry and Pippin, especially the latter, who you became friends with, wanted to change that. Sometimes, the former of the two considered backing away, but Pippin would always bring him back in the mess no matter what.

They earned a reputation in the Shire for always messing up. Well, more Pippin than Merry. Merry was quite smart, and it threw off some people when they first discovered it. Of course Merry likes to have a laugh and mess around a little bit, but some things go too far for him to approve.

Some people wondered how they were even friends and take the other seriously. Pippin doesn’t consider consequences and Merry is a little serious. But both of them always laughed about it when someone asked them why they befriended each other due to some clashing traits of theirs.

Merry’s seriousness then got put to the test when he began developing a crush on you, only for him to discover in the same day Pippin liked you as well. This resulted in some small glares he would give his friend, but it did not go unnoticed by Pippin. It did not take long for Pippin to realize they both liked you, which created a conflict between them.

You noticed Merry and Pippin were acting a little funny. You thought they were in a really bad mood, so when you found the chance, you walked away to go do your own thing, not wanting to frustrate them. Once you were far away, they glanced at each other.

“Your presence scared her off, you know.” Pippin said. Merry glared at him in response. A couple of hobbits that passed by them rolled their eyes and shook their heads. Merry and Pippin began arguing, forgetting to consider the fact that they were still in public and some people were watching.

“I don’t know what kind of people she is interested in, but I can assure you, you are not one of them.” Merry spat.

Pippin gave him a look. “And what makes you think I’m not one of them? She wants someone who is intelligent and takes thing seriously, remember?”

Now, Merry gave Pippin a look. “Well, you just ruled yourself out, Pip.” He said before walking away.

Pippin insisted to steal Farmer Maggot’s crops as usual. So here they were, running for their lives, but Pippin so far was not regretting it as he thought he could impress you for being able to steal and get away with it, though he never told Merry that.

Merry was panting, regretting he agreed to join his friend on this crop hunt of his. “I think... I made a terrible mistake....by befriending you!” The boys kept running, Farmer Maggot was not that far behind. You went outside your home, trying to figure out what the commotion was all about.

Merry and Pippin looked up to see you, and they both grinned at you. “We got enough for you as well, (Y/N).” Pippin said proudly. You shook your head at them, both amused and disappointed. Suddenly, they tripped, making you gasp. Worried about them, you ran to them, and you saw their flustered faces.

Farmer Maggot and his dog appeared, roughly picking up the boys by the back of their collar. They were too shocked to do anything, even move a little bit. The crops they stole were taken back from them.

You gave them an apologetic look. “Are you okay?” But you already knew. They were not okay. They just fell, embarrassing themselves, and the crops that were meant to be given to you were retrieved before they even reached your doorstep. “It’s okay, how about you two come inside my house? I have supper ready.” They both nodded and quickly made their way in, not wanting to be outside at the moment.

Bilbo’s 111th birthday party was tonight, and while you never really spoke to him, you were still invited, because the entire Shire was small enough everyone can be invited and it won’t be overwhelming for him.

You were sitting alone, highly considering leaving until you heard a familiar voice. “Would you like to dance, (Y/N)?”

You turned around to see Merry all by himself. It felt weird not seeing him with Pippin, but you knew you don’t really bring your friend with you to ask someone to dance privately, unless you truly need support.

“Of course, Merry.” He led you to the area where everyone else was, and began dancing to the music with him, not really sure what you two were actually doing. You were both terrible dancers, and from time to time, you both would have a laugh about it. Still, you didn’t care if anyone were giving you weird looks, you were having fun with your friend.

Pippin, who was quite far, but was at a good spot, clenched his jaw at the sight. Looking around, he found a couple of hidden fireworks. An idea popped up in his mind, and he smiled to himself. He needed assistance, though, and the only person that would be willing to help is none other than Merry himself, who he was jealous of.

Merry had to stop dancing with you because Pippin wanted his help to set off the big fireworks. “I’ve had more than enough of your wild ideas, Pip.” He walked out of the tent to see if Gandalf was around, then gestured to Pippin to keep moving once he confirmed no one was watching.

After lighting it, Pippin tossed the big firework to Merry, then ran out. “Come on, Merry, you’re supposed to set it off outside!” Merry was struggling, it was too heavy for him, and he could barely move. He was running out of time. “Get back here Pippin, this was your idea!”

Before Pippin could respond, the firework set off, making Merry fall to the ground, smoke all over his face, really messy hair. Pippin cackled at the sight, but was guilty for leaving his friend in the tent. This was not his plan, he was trying to impress you by setting off the firework, and they did, but something went wrong during the process, which would be Merry looking terrible.

Getting up, Merry had a serious face, then began laughing with Pippin. “That was great! Let’s go get another one.” Pippin nodded in agreement, and before they could walk away, the sound of Merry yelping caught him off guard, and he turned to see Gandalf pinching his friend’s ear.

You were also right next to Gandalf. You saw Merry and Pippin go to the tent, and when the fireworks went off, you immediately made your way there, wanting to know if they were still alive after that.

“Meriadoc Brandybuck. I should have known.”

From complete shock, Pippin stayed quiet, somewhat throwing Merry under the bus, because while Pippin had a major part in setting off the fireworks, Merry now had to wash all the dishes by himself because Pippin never took blame for it. You and Pippin decided to help him out, you two, especially Pippin, felt really bad for him.

Merry was now giving Pippin the silent treatment. He was definitely going to scold him later once it was appropriate to do so. Pippin would mumble apologies every other moment, only to be ignored. You placed a hand on Pippin’s shoulder to comfort him; he always recoiled whenever someone was angry at him.

A few days later, Merry and Pippin reconciled. All their jealousy was not bringing them anywhere good, so they agreed to confront you themselves to ask you if you were interested in either of them.

They found you sitting by a tree. They gave each other a glance and a nod before walking over to you. You heard the sound of the grass, made from someone’s movement, so you looked up and smiled when you saw your friends approaching you.

However, you frowned when you noticed their faces. Even Pippin himself looked serious, which told you whatever they were going to tell you was not a laughing matter in any way.

“(Y/N). There is something we would like to ask you.” Merry said. You closed your book and looked up at them. You didn’t respond, only looking at them, which told Merry to keep going. “Pippin and I both like you. Tell us if you like either of us. We’ve been fighting about this and it’s unnecessary.”

Your mouth gaped at how direct that was. It completely threw you off, but you managed to respond in time before Merry and Pippin began to think you weren’t listening. “I’m really sorry, but I don’t like either of you that way. But I hope we can still be friends after this.”

Merry and Pippin looked at each other, then back at you, then shrugged. “We can handle that,” said Pippin, “so, how is your day going?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sudden change of topic. They both sat down, next to you, and began talking about their own day.

You were glad they still agreed to remain friends with you, even if it’s a little awkward between you three at first after what Merry just told you. You acknowledged reciprocating one of their feelings would only hurt the other, and you never wanted to hurt either of them.

Another A/N: Sorry if you were looking forward to (Y/N) choosing between Merry and Pippin... or if the ending was too unrealistic... but I didn’t want to have one of them left hurt because they weren’t chosen

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