#over samwise and Frodo being in love no less
Text
Y’all, I love Samwise Gamgee. He is loyalty incarnate, stout-heartedness incarnate, purity incarnate, love incarnate. I would die for Sam. I would do anything for Sam. Just as any of you would. Please bear this in mind before you read on.
Y’all need to stop claiming that Sam is “immune to the Ring.” He’s not. Besides Tom Bombadil (who is an entirely different kind of being), NOBODY is immune to the Ring. Not even the purest of heart are immune.
Gollum and Boromir are the most obvious examples of this, but it applies to everyone.
Gandalf isn’t immune to it. That’s why he refuses to take it from Frodo; he knows what it would do to him.
Galadriel isn’t immune to it. She gives the same reason.
Faramir isn’t immune to it. He gives the same reason.
Yes, some people are able to resist it better than others can.
Look at Bilbo managing to give it up.
Look at Frodo, one of the most pure-hearted characters in the book, winning the battle against it until the LAST possible moment, holding out ALL the way to Mordor until he reaches the one place where he has no chance, where the Ring’s victory over his exhausted mortal will is inevitable.
But they’re not immune.
And Tolkien makes it quite clear that Sam isn’t immune either.
He devotes whole passages to Sam’s temptation by the Ring, his visions of power and glory, of turning Mordor into a garden. But it’s not just that.
Between Bilbo, Frodo, and Sam, it’s quite clear that the Ring’s first course of action in preying on its bearer is making them want to put it on. Reaching into their mind so that their first direct course of action to handle a situation is to put it on. This is what Sam does not once, but twice. The second time is after the Orcs have already gone, and nobody can see him anyway. He has no need to put the Ring back on, but he does.
Then, multiple times, he offers to carry it for Frodo. Yes, this is born from concern for Frodo’s burden, but this is exactly what the Ring is using. The Ring is whispering to him, “save him from the burden, save him from the burden, take me for yourself, take me for yourself.” And Sam falls for it. The Ring uses the bearer’s greatest fears and desires to carve a path in their mind that leads them toward the thought of claiming it. It uses the same tactic on Frodo. By the time they’re in Mordor, Frodo is fully aware of what the Ring is doing to him and doesn’t want it to destroy Sam like it’s destroying him. This is his heart’s reason for demanding the Ring back from Sam and refusing to give it up again. Then the Ring twists this in Frodo’s mind to make him think it’s because he wants it for himself. This is exactly what it would’ve ultimately done to Sam if their roles were reversed.
I do think the fact that Sam’s time as Ring-bearer is so brief does cause it to have a lesser impact on him overall, especially compared to Frodo. But, my dear friends, he’s not immune. And there’s nothing wrong with admitting that. Loving Sam as a character should not be equivalent to putting him on a pedestal and thinking he’s somehow above the canonically-indomitable will of the Ring. Tolkien wrote a lore and created stakes that are quite unique in that there’s no “exception” among our mortal protagonists. None of them are immune to the power of a Dark Lord. That doesn’t make Sam any less pure, or Frodo any less pure. It’s just a canon fact.
And it makes me love both of them even more. They both are vulnerable to its power, but both resist it as far as anyone possibly could because of the power of their love.
#lotr#jrr tolkien#samwise gamgee#lotr books#the one ring#lord of the rings#frodo baggins#frodo and sam
591 notes
·
View notes
Note
What would happen if Sol regained control over Hollyleaf's body? Would he just peace out knowing Hollyleaf is capable of containing him to begin with and can and absolutely go scorched earth with him, or try for revenge? Also, what would you do if Sol DID reappear again but didn't become a main villain (like for example, if we found out he got adopted by a twoleg family for being so fail). Would Harry just take whatever fate canon tacked on, or what?
What would happen if Sol regained control?
It's less of a "scorched earth" kind of being than you might think. Harry is the one who loves sweet, sweet revenge. Sol's about games and having fun, and usually, dominating his opponent is part of that.
BOY does it haaaaaaaate that Fallenleaf is keeping it pent up though. If there's one thing that actually makes it mad, it's boredom. So if it took over, it would be very interested in crushing Fallenleaf so she never does it ever again.
Fallenleaf is smart enough to never want to find out what it would do. She's very careful about this.
(I like to think that her, Cinderheart, and Sol kinda have a Frodo/Samwise/Gollum kinda thing going on lmao)
What would you do if Canon!Sol reappeared?
I sure hope he does. I'll write some cool shit with it. I can't say for sure what I'd do because I need to see the whole arc before rewriting it, BUT in BB, Harry is currently out there extremely offended about Sol dumping him for a cooler vessel.
He wants that sweet, sweet power back. Wherever he is, it's constantly on his mind. He is obsessed with it. My man's drawing kitty vent art of how bad he wants Hollyleaf to die. He is blowing her up with his mind. If he's eating kibble he's grumbling into the crumbs. He's a maaaaad little boy.
So that's where he is, lmao. Whatever canon decides to do with him in the future, I plan for this characterization to play in. I hope we see him in the next arc!
#Seems very unlikely he'll show up for ASC#Btw if they waste him I won't abide by it lol#Like if he suddenly shows up as a dead ghost rogue or whatever.#Hellllll no.#Better bones au#BB!Sol#BB!Harry
62 notes
·
View notes
Note
Favorite platonic OTP?
D8 Y-You mean...I have to...pick...just one??!!?! TToTT
I can't possiblyyyy! ;A; I've been wracking my brains over this, and I just can't do it. I can't pick between my top three bromances, because they're all perfect and lovely and wonderful *clutches six strong bois close*
So here, have my top three brOTPs instead (because I love other kinds of platonic relationships plenty, but somehow bros grab my heart tighter than anything else):
Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes - Does it get any better than this? Their love for each other is so selfless, so unconditional, so powerful than it spans a century and breaks through all the evil that tries to hold them apart. It was the undying strength of their bond that kept Steve alive before the serum, that led Steve to save Bucky from Hydra, that broke through 70 years of brainwashing. Time and time again, when one of them is ready to give up, the other reminds him: "I'm here, and this isn't where our story ends." Time and time again, they lay down their lives for each other. And we know that "greater love has no one than this." (Steve's ending in Endgame muddies the water a bit, of course, but that's why I wrote a fix-it fic and made a music video about it :P)
Edward & Alphonse Elric - I was almost going to just settle for saying Steve and Bucky are my favorites...but how could I ignore the bromance that made me realize how much I adore brotherly love in the first place? (Besides, it doesn't get bromancier than actual blood brothers.) While other girls my age were probably swooning over whatever the latest heartthrob or love triangle was popular, I spent my teenage years swooning over the self-sacrificial, angst-riddled, indomitable love of the Elric brothers. Not only are Ed and Al excellent foils for each other, the former generally being loud and brash and the latter generally being quiet and gentle. Not only do they act just like real siblings, bickering and teasing and arguing and making up and sharing inside jokes and practically being able to read each other's minds. They also lay down their lives for each other, again and again and again. In the beginning, Ed more or less chops off his own right arm just to get Al's soul back, so they can be together again. In the climax, Al effectively sacrifices his own life to save Ed's. And there are a hundred other examples in between, of them sacrificing their time and their health and their peace and comfort, to make each other whole again. The Elric brothers ensured that I would never take my own siblings for granted.
Frodo Baggins & Samwise Gamgee - But this...this is really my OG brOTP, before I'd ever heard any of these terms, before it had ever occurred to me that people might want to ship characters non-canonically. If it weren't for Frodo and Sam, I might not have fallen so hard for the two bromances above. Frodo and Sam paved the way, with their selfless devotion to each other and the pure, gentle care they have for each other. The way they start out as just a dude and his gardener, friends but maybe not even best friends. The way their struggles only pull them closer and closer together. The way Sam staunchly refuses to be left behind, but marches into Mordor right alongside Frodo. The trials and pains and terrors they endure side-by-side, with no other friends there to back them up. The My dear Sams and the Frodo me dears and Don't go where I can't follow and I love him whether or no and I can't carry it but I can carry you and I'm glad you're here with me and a;ldkfjsd;klfjsd;lfkj *dissolves into tears*
#ask and you shall receive#freenarnian#in defense of platonic love#epic bromance#brotherly love#brotps#steve rogers#bucky barnes#edward elric#alphonse elric#frodo baggins#samwise gamgee
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hidden Blessings Part 1- Bilbo Baggins x OC
Bilbo Baggins x Pandora Pott
Description: Hidden blessings can be found in many things, and it doesn’t take a genius to find Bilbo’s.
Word Count: 1.8k
People often say that blessings come at the most unexpected times. For Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End, it came on an originally peaceful night in the form of sixteen Dwarves, an Elf, and a Wizard. At first he thought it was actually a curse for something not nice that he’d done recently (perhaps it was telling Lobelia Sackville-Baggins that he felt a burning desire to be alone after talking to her).
But, they also say blessings come in disguise. And that came in the form of the Fairy that later joined the (less than fine mannered) Company in his dining room. Pandora Potts was, for lack of a better term, a revelation. A mix of contradictions that blended so well together that made her the ethereal and exquisite being that she is.
During the quest to reclaim Erebor, he continually wondered how Bofur and Gemma could keep such a devotion to each other even after years of marriage. Surely they would have gotten tired of each other by now, right? It wasn’t until after he and Pandora married that he understood how the Dwarves could keep their love everlasting, because now he had his Gemma in Pandora.
Together he and Pandora made a home for themselves in Bag-End, where they lived happily. Every morning both Bilbo and Pandora felt joy course through them when they realized that they had once again woken up next to the love of their life. And that feeling stayed with them for the rest of the day until they ultimately fell asleep at each other’s sides. Bilbo always said that Pandora was his blessing in disguise, and he believed it wholeheartedly.
Another hidden blessing that occurred in his life was oddly (and morbidly) his cousins Drogo and Primula’s deaths. Bilbo had always been close to the couple as well as the young Frodo and it stayed that way even after the quest. They were some of the very few that remained close with him and welcomed the fairy with open arms when they returned.
Pandora had been with him when he’d gotten the news that the couple had drowned in a boating accident. He was devastated, and he couldn’t even imagine how five year old Frodo must have been feeling. The couple didn’t even think twice about adopting the young Hobbit, signing the papers immediately. There was a brief learning period of understanding how to take care of a child, but things went along smoothly once they accepted each other’s behaviors. Rather than call Bilbo and Pandora his cousins, Frodo called them uncle and aunt, and they settled into a system full of love yet again. Frodo was Bilbo’s second blessing in disguise.
Today had been a very exciting day indeed. Frodo had decided he wanted his friends to come over and play in Bag-End with him. Bilbo and Pandora had a hard time saying no to him, so they allowed it. Frodo’s (and Bilbo’s) other cousins Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took, along with their friends Brooke Bilberry, Camelia Tunnelly, Samwise Gamgee and Adelaide Stoor had come over and were playing outside with Bilbo as Pandora baked a lemon cake for a snack during afternoon tea in the kitchen. She had just put the cake in the oven when she heard a knock on the door, which made her snap in its direction.
“Bilbo, can you get the door?” She called out the open back window. “I need to clean up!”
“Just a moment dear,” Bilbo called in response. When she looked outside she saw him crouched beside a bench a few feet away with Samwise and Camelia at his side, as if looking for something.
“Let me find the rest of the children then I will.” Pandora huffed a small laugh. He was just trying to get out of greeting visitors first. He’d kept that “I like visitors as much as the next Hobbit, but I do like to know before they come visiting,” thought process. She shook her head in both amusement and annoyance before wiping her hands on her apron and walking over to the front door, opening it.
“Good after-” Pandora was cut off by herself as she froze in the doorway, processing what company lay on the other side. Well, not what company, who’s company.
“Kili, Dori, Nori, Ori, Óin, Glóin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Gemma, and Nessa, eleven out of the nineteen members of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield,” Kili introduced before all eleven of them bowed simultaneously.
“At your service,” the group said in unison. It only took Pandora a split second before she reacted, pulling the closest person in for a hug. It ended up being Kili, who stood at the head of the group (likely since he was an official royal now).
“Oh Eru I can’t believe it!” She exclaimed happily as the Dwarf hugged her back. The rest of the Company piled into the house and joined in the hug.
“What are you all doing here?” She asked, still slightly in shock but more in joy, as they eventually pulled away in unison. They had no time to respond to their greeting before she heard her nephew’s voice from behind her.
“Who is at the door?” As he finished his question, then looked at the many people at the door. The Company was surprised to see a young boy in the house, and he looked just as surprised to see them. Wordlessly, he stepped behind her legs and clutched the skirt of her dress, peering around nervously at their guests.
“Uh, Frodo, these are some dear friends of mine,” Pandora finally explained after gathering her thoughts, picking the young boy up and resting him on her hip. “Everyone, this is Frodo.” The Company barely got to process this information before another voice called out.
“Dora?” Bilbo’s voice echoed through the house as many footsteps approached. Just a second later the Hobbit appeared with Merry, Pippin, Camelia, Brooke, Sam and Adelaide surrounding him. Once his eyes landed on their guests he froze.
That, in turn, made the children bump into him then fall over one by one, Pippin landing closest to the Company. Pandora watched as the young boy’s eyes trailed up to Bifur, who stood closest to their hosts. The two of them had a short staredown before Pippin squeaked in both surprise and fear then shot up, copying Frodo’s train of thought in hiding behind Pandora for comfort. The Fairy couldn’t help but laugh softly, which broke the tension immediately as Bilbo stepped forward to greet their old friends.
“It feels too good to be true,” he said upon pulling away from the last Dwarf.
“Tell me about it,” Bofur laughs, clapping him on the back. “Feels like years since we’ve been here.”
“Because it has been years, Bo,” Gemma retorted while playfully rolling her eyes. The others laughed at the interaction before Bofur glanced at the children. Pandora could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he seemingly counted all of them.
“Five…six…” he whispered under his breath before breathing out a laugh and facing Bilbo once more. “Well lad, I didn’t think you had it in you. Seven little ones, you two got busy quick, didn’t you?” He nudged the Hobbit’s arm with his elbow. His comment made both Bilbo and Pandora’s cheeks go red and they were quick to deny it.
“Oh no, no, no, no,” Bilbo said quickly.
“They aren’t ours,” Pandora interjected.
“Not by blood anyway,” the Hobbit added.
“Well,” Pandora started, attempting to figure out the technicalities of Bilbo being related to Frodo, Merry and Pippin by blood, when Gemma interrupted.
“If they’re not yours, then why are they in your house?” She tilted her head a bit, and the Hobbit and Fairy sighed, glancing at each other before facing her again.
“Well, I guess Frodo and I are related. He’s my cousin’s son,” he explained.
“We adopted him after his parents passed,” she added as she gestured Merry and Pippin forward, which they did. “Merry and Pippin are also related to them, and Samwise, Camelia, Brooke and Adelaide are just his friends. They’re having a play date today.”
“What does ‘get busy’ mean?” Samwise asked innocently before anyone could say anything else.
“Nothing the adults answered simultaneously before promptly bursting into laughter.
“Well everyone, please make yourself at home,” Bilbo implored, beginning to lead everyone towards the living room. “Though, I’m afraid we don’t have much food aside today.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Dori waved off. “We ate just before we got here, we learned from last time.” That made the others laugh as everyone took a seat either on the couch, on the floor, in a chair or they just continued to stand. Pandora set Frodo down to go play with the other children before squeezing in beside Bilbo in his armchair.
“Excuse me if this is rude, but what are you all doing this far East?” She finally asked what she and Bilbo had both been thinking. “And where is everyone else?”
“Well,” Kili started, glancing at Nessa excitedly before looking at them again. “As you know, since the Dwarves have moved back to Erebor, the rebuilding has been going on.” The couple nodded confusedly. The Prince looked like he was about to burst with happiness to the point that he almost couldn’t talk, so Nessa decided to take over.
“The rebuilding is almost complete,” she explained, which made Bilbo and Pandora visibly perk up. “It should be done in nearly a month’s time.” Just the sound of it made everyone cheer quite loudly, which effectively scared the little ones. Pandora leaned forward as Camelia rushed into her arms, seeking solace.
“You guys, that’s amazing!” She exclaimed jovially as she ran her fingers through the young Hobbit’s hair. The others looked quite proud of themselves, which made her and Bilbo laugh.
“And we,” Kili continued, gesturing around at the others. “Figured that we should come give you a personal invitation on behalf of Uncle.”
“Invitation to what?” Bilbo questioned confusedly.
“Thorin is planning a ball to celebrate the conclusion of the rebuilding,” Bifur responded, and Pandora had to stop herself from squealing at the fact that she could finally understand her dear friend.
“We figured that it would be just a shame if we didn’t invite the Hobbit and Fairy that made it all possible and surprise him,” Bofur added, receiving nods all around.
“Wait,” Bilbo held up his hand. “Thorin doesn’t know you’re here?”
“That would sort of ruin the surprise,” Gemma giggled. We’re all finishing up our homes and getting used to working, so we don’t see him everyday anyways. He won’t notice if we’re not around, and even if he does, Sienna, Fili, Celeste, Dwalin and Balin can just brush it off as us being busy.”
“So, what do you say?” Kili questioned eagerly.
“Will you come?” Ori asked hopefully. Bilbo and Pandora looked at each other simultaneously, and they could instantly tell what the other was thinking. They smiled in unison then faced the Company.
“When do we leave?”
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
What a relationship is like with the Lord of the Rings men:
Aragorn:
He’s adorable in a relationship, honestly.
Very affectionate when it’s just you and him, or if you initiate some sort of form of affection first
He’s protective but not over protective
You wanna go out and fight too? Great, he’ll give you a sword and fight next to you
His pet names for you are “Darling” and “Love”
If you join the fellowship he’s definitely nervous about it
He’s worried the whole time about you being in danger, which to be fair you constantly were
But any time there was a battle, he was next to you, fighting side by side, ensuring you were safe
When he finally accepts his claim to Gondor, he will call you “ My Queen/King”
On nights you can’t sleep (unless your elven because from what I’ve read they don’t necessarily need sleep) he will sing to you or tell you stories of all the places he had been too or heard about.
He definitely will make you flustered when your with him on purpose.
He’ll flirt with you and you’ll just stand there with this red face and he’ll act like nothing happened.
He is not a jealous man by any means, he trusts you with his whole being
His go to means of affection is kissing your knuckles or forehead.
I get the vibes that he adores fiercely independent people so he can sit back and watch you kick ass and be like “Look at what my baby can do”
When he becomes king, you bet your ass you’re ruling next to him
He loves you to the ends of the earth
Legolas:
He absolutely adores you
VERY affectionate
Will call you pet names in elvish, whispering sweet little things in your ear
his go to means of affection is hugs from behind and holding your hands
You bet your ass that if you’re a human, hobbit or any non immortal race, he will give up his immortality.
He will teach you elvish if you don’t know it
His go to pet names are “Dear” and “My love”
He is very gentle, very loving
He’s extremely protective but that mainly stems from the fact that he has SEEN SHIT MAN.
If you want to fight, he will agree to it but he definitely will not like it
He’s not a jealous man at all, in fact other men’s advances kind of go over his head.
If you can’t sleep he will tell you stories that he’s lived through
Course, some of them are so exciting it defeats the purpose of sending you to sleep
He actually likes it when you go on adventures with him
He loves having you with him
You definitely tease him for being thousands of years old.
you love making him laugh
And he does that all the time because he gets to see that gorgeous smile.
Frodo:
The purest relationship. Ever.
He is very affectionate
EXTREMELY protective
He loves hearing stories of outside the shire and he loves sharing his experiences too
He loves hugs and my gods he is GREAT at giving them
He loves it when you play with his hair.
He is like Legolas in the sense that he definitely won’t be happy if you want to go into battle but he won’t stop you
He would prefer you to stay behind out of danger but again, he will not stop you if you want to go
his pet names are “Honey” and “Darling”
He’s honestly so pure it hurts
There is a BIG difference in personality if you meet him before the events of Lord of the Rings
For one, he’s a lot more bubbly before
When he comes back he clearly has seen some shit
Sad thing: When there’s a party he can’t hear screaming without thinking its a ring wraith so he has to leave early most times
You love him though and he DEFINITELY loves you.
Samwise:
LOYAL. AS. HELL.
Has the sweetest personality
brings you flowers every other day
He is very adamant though about you staying behind on adventures, he will get frustrated if you end up going any way but he will not be able to remain upset with you
He also really doesn’t enjoy having to watch you run into battle
Danger in general, ESPECIALLY if it’s around you, terrifies him
You love hearing his stories, him telling you all about some of the crazy things he’s experienced
If you meet him before the events of Lord of the Rings, he will mainly tell you wacky adventures he got himself into with Frodo or Merry and/or Pippin
Hell, he does that even if you meet him after.
He actually refrains from telling you about life outside the Shire because it kind of gave him trauma.
His favorite forms of affection is kissing your knuckles
He will be that guy who works his ass off for you to be able to live comfortably
He loves you and will make sure you know that fact.
Calls you “my dear” or “Darling”
Merry:
He’s a goofball.
Expect the unexpected.
He will definitely do really crazy things to make you laugh
little bit of a prankster
By a little bit I mean: He’s a chaotic little shit
He loves you so much though and knows where to draw a line
He LOVES it when you want to go off and do shit
You wanna fight? Great, he’s charging with you
Wanna randomly dance in the woods? He’s dancing with you
He loves spending time with you
He is SO loyal, always by your side
Watch someone try to separate you, he will kick their ass
He loves dancing with you
His favorite form of affection is holding your hand
Something about it is just so nice
He loves you so much, honestly he could spend HOURS gushing about you
Pippin and Frodo are always over for dinner, along with Sam
They love being around you two, watching their friend be so happy
He calls you “Love” and “Dear”
He loves cooking for you, mY GODS HE LOVES IT
Pippin:
Like Merry, massive goofball
little more of a crackhead though
He is less of a prankster, more of a cracking jokes kind of guy
He’s totally a goofball and will do all sorts of things to make you laugh
you genuinely love him and he adores you to pieces
if you meet him after the events of Lord of the Rings, he’s definitely more serious but not by too much
He’ll have a few moments where he’ll space out and you’ll have to tap him to get his attention
He clearly suffered so much trauma while on that trip
He definitely becomes more serious after everything
Yeah, he’ll crack a joke here and there but he’s definitely changed
He doesn’t mind if you want to go off and fight, but you bet your ass he will charge with you like Merry
He loves watching you be a badass
You love hearing the hysterical adventures that he’s gone on with Merry
He loves watching you sing and dance
he will sing to you on nights that you can’t sleep
His voice is hella soothing
He loves playing with your hair
He actually has a talent for making flower crowns
Boromir:
He absolutely adores you
piggyback rides while on adventures are definitely a thing
he loves making you laugh in slightly tense situations
Giant Spider pops out? His ass looks at it and then you “Why can’t we ever encounter giant butterflies?” and then charge like he said something inspirational that motivated him into battle
He doesn’t mind if you want to fight, he’ll just guard you the entire time
He’s fiercely protective over you
He loves being affectionate
Very attentive
Cold?
His cloak will be wrapped around you
Tired?
He’ll carry you
Sick?
He’ll take care of you
He loves you so much
He is kind of jealous.
It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he doesn’t trust other people.
He loves calling you “Princess/Prince” or “Sweetheart”
You love hearing about his life in Gondor
When he dies... oh gods
It breaks you
If you went with the Fellowship you were inconsolable
His family gives you the horn of Gondor because they all are aware of him loving you
You two sadly have a bit of a tragic love story
Faramir:
Affectionate as fuck
Loves hugs, always has his hand on you in some sweet way
He loves you so much
He was always kind of the overlooked son so when he presented you as “Hey this is the woman/man I love” no one except Boromir notices
Boromir always looked as you as a sister/brother after that, loving the way his brother looked at you with so much adoration
He does not mind you wanting adventure one bit, so long as he’s charging next to you
He does not give a shit about a claim to the throne either
royal life does not suit this man as much as the adventure’s life does
He loves you so much
He is sort of reckless in battle and that worries you
it gets worse after Boromir dies
When you thought he died you were hysterical
Then Pippin made the observation that he was still alive
His father wasn’t hearing either of you
Then he turned out to be alive and you were so happy
Scolded the crap out of him for worrying you
You two love each other till the end
Gimli:
loves a woman/man who can hold their liquor
Oh he’s a complete crackhead
loves telling you stories of dwarven life
you love his wild stories
You keep his mind open
If your an elf he will refuse to be in love with you for a while
Oh you definitely have a kill count thing going on with him
He gets flustered when he sees you being a badass
He ain’t stopping you from doing SHIT
Wanna run into battle? Great, he’s supplying the swords and charging too
Wanna join the fellowship? He’ll complain about having to save another woman’s/man’s ass
And then later get saved by you
He definitely enjoys watching you in battle
He loves hearing stories of your homeland
sure maybe your life isn’t as exciting but he loves hearing about your life
He’s not big on affection but if he’s excited, hugs.
He also isn’t big on nicknames but he typically calls you “Lass”
He loves hearing you laugh
He says it’s like music
#gimli son of gloin#gimli x reader#lotr gimli#gimli#legolas#legolas x reader#legolas x you#aragorn#aragorn imagine#aragorn x reader#frodo baggins#lotr frodo#faramir#boromir#merry and pippin#merry#pippin#samwise the brave#samwise gamgee
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Imagine Teaching the hobbits how to swim...
Little swimming headcanons for out little hobbit boys! Let's just assume they dropped in from Middle Earth at some point for an AU!
Frodo
Unsurprisingly, Frodo was very nervous
Because DUH hobbits can't swim!
It's how he lost his parents after all
However, with some gentle coaxing, you had finally managed to get him in the water
Frodo insisted that he wore floaties like a little toddler
Which was absolutely adorable-
He stayed relatively calm whenever he had his wittle hands around your arm
And finally when he got to the point where his feet didn't touch the bottom of the pool
He
Completely
LOST
IT
Frodo was flailing his arms around and splashing like crazy
He got so stressed and started crying
You were trying to help hold him still and finally pulled him above the water, and he saw that it was just a little above your waist
You had to hold him up by his hips while he practiced strokes and fought against the water
And thankfully after a while of trying
And failing
The ringing bearer soon became a decent swimmer!
It wasn't really his favorite activity in the world
But he would probably agree if you asked him
And frodo would get exhausted so fast
He would probably take a nap on the way home
Frodo could never say no to you :>
Samwise
Oh Sam
Poor Sam
He tried to seem happy and calm when he was walking down the steps of the pool, but his little hobbit legs were shaking with terror
And why wouldn't he be?
HE had almost drowned after chasing Frodo halfway through the lake back on their journey
However, you were undeniably patient with him
Sam was a lot less panicky than Frodo when he got to the "deep end" (which was actually only 4 feet tall)
Although he was still struggling for breath above the water
You held out an arm for him to grab onto and moved it along the surface of the water as he kicked his hairy feet
Sam had never been used to much physical activity
Maybe this is just me, but I think sam would prefer wearing a swim shirt and trunks because he's afraid he'll get sunburned very easily
And swimming drained him so fast, so you rewarded him with a nice big lunch afterwards
Overall, Sam was a very good swimmer, although it took him a bit longer than the others to learn how
11/10
Very sweet hobbit boi
Merry
Ah yes
Meriadoc Brandybuck
A troublemaker
He was used to running through the creek and catching frogs or wading past Brandywine River with Pippin, so water wasn't foreign to him
Merry seemed a lot more proud and brave than the others
He wouldn't admit that he was a pretty awful swimmer, and every time he sunk beneath the water, he would bob back up without a hitch, spluttering the chlorine water from his mouth
He also found it quite enjoyable to splash you in the face
And then you would threaten to let go of him and he'd quickly apologize and knock it off
Also, I'd like to think that Merry is up for just relaxing in a floaty or something if he's in a good mood
YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER TAUGHT HIM HOW TO PLAY CHICKEN
Every time you taken the hobbits to the beach or a place to swim
"WHO WANTS TO PLAY CHICKEN?!"
Only because he's ROWDY and being below the water hardly phases him
And everyone immediately yells
"NO"
Though I can't really say the same for the others...
Surprisingly, when it comes to swimming, Merry is much crazier than Pippin
Which is saying A LOT
And it's also scary how well he can use a water gun-
like...
Very well...
Pippin
Pippin was all talk
That is until he jumped in
You tried to tell him he would probably need help
"Are you sure Pip?"
"Aye, I'll be fine! I am a Took after all!"
His little chest was all puffed out and then he cannonballed into the 5 foot (1 and 1/2 meter) end
And that's when he freaked out
Poor Pip was shrieking and doggy paddling and you had to lift him above the water just like Frodo
He was embarrassed to say the least
But still, you had helped him every step swim of the way
And for some reason, he has this... fascination with goggles
I think it's because he likes to see the bottom of the pool and what's going on underneath him for some reassurance
But all the time
"Have you seen my goggles?"
"Where are my goggles?"
"Sorry Merry, these are my goggles."
He also likes to use them to go under the water and scare the others by grabbing their feet and legs
And if you ever went to the beach, Pippin would be a GOD at making sandcastles
He would try and recreate Gondor-
He loves when you give him piggyback rides in the water 🥺
Way too many splashes fights, but you always end up winning because of your comparably sizeable arms.
Pip would be just fine with wearing swim trunks/ swim shorts
And also, like Merry, he is terrifyingly good at using water guns
swimming is his favorite thing to do besides eat, and it keeps him distracted for a while
In the long run, Pippin still has a lot to learn, but you know he'll turn out to be an excellent swimmer
Bilbo
Bilbo HATES swimming
He just hates getting wet
If he ever went with you, he'd hardly get his ankles past the water
Usually, you'd have to carry him in while he protests
And he'd never go in past his neck
Bilbo would always freak out if something other than sand or the bottom of a pool touched his feet
One time he swore there was a fish in the pool after your foot brushed past his own
And like Sam, he definitely likes wearing a swimming shirt unless he's tanning/sunbathing
He is SUCH a drama queen, and would much rather sit in a floaty than swim around
*cue sunglasses and cocktail*
However, he doesn't hate all of the beach
He always wants to collect cool shells and rocks with you 🥺👉👈
And once he discovers something called a metal detector, he HAS to get one so he can find treasures!
He also likes holding your hand and walking down the shoreline wif you or watching the sunset
And he HATES seagulls as well
He just wants to enjoy his quiet dinner by the ocean/lake/pond etc.
And those "silly birds" come down and harass him
Being at the pool has also particularly bothered him if there were little kids there
"Too much splashing for me. I'd rather sit in peace and enjoy my drink thankyouverymuch 😡"
And on occasion, Bilbo will swim, though he's not the best at it
He'll wrap his hands around your shoulders and let you swim around while he kicks his feet
Also, I feel like he would HATE the smell of sunscreen??
I don't know, maybe it would make him gag or something 😂
Also terrified of getting water in his very sensitive ears
Also likes to sunbathe, but would have to use a lot of sunscreen
Sassy Baggins
6/10 when swimming, but is usually very enjoyable company
Overall Headcanons For Hobbits (Bonus)
I have a feeling that the hobbits would burn in the sun pretty easily, especially in a sun that's not as gentle as the one in the shire
So lots of sunscreen for sure
Their big feet would definitely be beneficial when swimming
And they would all have a problem with brushing out their curly hair after swimming at a pool with chlorine
Which you would happily help them with
I think it's safe to say each of them are equally amazed to see how long you can hold your breath and touch the bottom of the pool and open your eyes underwater if the conditions seem fit
They all look like little toddlers when they swim around but that's okay because you're like a proud hobbit mother and it's the cutest thing ever
Their ears are also extremely sensitive, so it's important to try and keep their heads above the water as much as possible (though Merry and Pippin have many protests against it)
And they would all get tired very quick since swimming is a tiring activity for anyone
Okay...
Just imagine seeing a little group of Hobbits trailing behind you, or one or tel holding your hand and wearing sunglasses and bucket hats as you walk to the pool or beach
Or seeing all of the little hobbit bois wrapped up in towels and yawning while you walk home 😖🥺
Or their thick curly hair sticking to their faces and over their eye because of the water
And taking nice long naps after eating a filling lunch 🥺
I think swimming with them would just be an absolute blast and blessing
#bilbo baggins x reader#pippin took x reader#frodo baggins#frodo+x+reader#pippin took#merry brandybuck#merry brandybuck x reader#xreader#headcanon#swimming#summer#samwise gamgee#samwise x reader#bilbo baggins#imagine#the hobbit#lotr#peter jackson
288 notes
·
View notes
Text
BROTHERS OF GONDOR INFO
Here's Part 1 of my main characters over the entire fanfic spanning all 3 films. This post will outline the similarities and changes made to the now 10 members of The Fellowship of The Ring
《LINE BREAK LINE BREAK LINE BREAK》
Frodo Baggins
Frodo will be a bit more of a fighter in this AU cos in the Peter Jackson trilogy he sucked in combat
Frodo will also be a bit older. He'll be the 50 years old he was in the books not the 33 from the movies
I'm going to try and delve into WHY Frodo tries so hard to save Smeagol/Gollum, believing he has to so that Frodo himself can be redeemed
Frodo will also be a bit more well versed in elven being fluent in it
Frodo will dual wield Sting and his barrow blade briefly
Frodo will have an unrequited love with Sam
Frodo is pansexual
Samwise "Sam" Gamgee
Sam will be a bit more realistic then in the movie but still hopeful
Sam will also be a bit less harsh towards Gollum but still wary
This Sam is slightly smarter and less naive then movie Sam, able to understand why Frodo is so desperate to believe in Gollum
Sam will realise Frodo has feelings for him and be forced to let Frodo down gently
Sam gains an elven blade from Galadriel along with his rope
Sam departs to The Grey Havens after Rosie dies
Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck
Merry keeps his barrow blade instead of losing it to the Orcs
Merry is also a bit more of a fighter, handling himself well in combat in Isengard
Merry is also a bit of a flirt
Merry is older, the same age as Frodo and Sam
Merry also has a sarcastic edge to him
Merry is asexual
Peregrin "Pippin" Took
Pippin like Merry is a little bit older, around 48
Pippin is still a joker and a source of laughs
Pippin is slightly smarter and less naive due to being slightly older
Pippin is a loyal and trustworthy member of The Fellowship
Pippin progresses into a fighter, taking on orcs in the battle of Minas Tirith and at The Black Gate
Pippin is bisexual
Aragorn/Elessar
Aragorn remains fairly similar to the Peter Jackson movies
However he does act a bit more kingly, being a stronger voice of decision making
Aragorn challenges Boromir in Rivendell when Boromir says Gondor needs no king
Aragorn is a sarcastic man, having a few witty remarks
Aragorn starts going by his elf name Elessar after his coronation
Gandalf/Mithrandir
Gandalf is slightly softer, less of a grumpy person then in Fellowship
Gandalf is also slightly more powerful, using more magic then in the movies
Gandalf knows both Faramir and Erymir before The Council of Elrond, also vaguely knowing Boromir
Gandalf tries to get Aragorn to accept his destiny earlier
Like all wizards, Gandalf uses They/Them pronouns
Gimli son of Gloin
Gimli is a little less goofy then in the films but still a lighter hearted character
Gimli is also able to keep up with Aragorn, Legolas and Faramir on their cross country journey
Gimli helps defend the caves at Helm's Deep
Gimli trains the hobbits in using their small size to their advantage
Gimli journeys to The Grey Havens with Legolas after Aragorn dies
Legolas son of Thranduil
Legolas is less of a dull character
Legolas is he/they and AFAB
He's witty and snarky, sometimes making joking comments to his friends
He also interacts with the hobbits more
Legolas also isn't afraid to use his blades
Legolas has less of an aversion to dwarves after fighting with them in The Hobbit
Boromir eldest son of Denethor
Boromir remains mostly the same
However he now has no problem standing up to his father
Boromir hates his father's attiture towards his siblings
He is also highly protective but also very proud of his siblings
Boromir trains the hobbits in sword combat, having a good friendship with them all
Boromir does still try to take the ring but not to bring it to Gondor in this AU
Faramir younger son of Denethor
Faramir is more confident in himself, both due to Boromir's open love, defense and support of him and due to Erymir's (my OC's) support of him
Faramir also helps teach the hobbits sword combat
Faramir journeys with Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas to find Merry and Pippin
Faramir takes Boromir's vambraces and not Aragorn
Faramir also takes Boromir's gloves
Faramir holds Boromir in his arms as his brother dies
That's the first 10 characters. 18 more to go 😰😰
Tag list!- @monsterlovingftm @dragon-baron @allourstarsareshinning @flynnisavampire @lieutenantn @agenderandhellaanxious
#Lord of The Rings#The Fellowship#Frodo Baggins#Samwise Gamgee#Merry#Pippin#Aragorn#Gandalf#Gimli#Legolas#Boromir#Faramir#Fanfiction#Notes
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
heeey! so back when @eirianerisdar posted chapter 12 of their fic the ransom of the house of fëanor - that’s the one where they finally let the brothers hellspawn and their idiot dad out of the void, but they have to throw elrond in, all very sad - i thought up my own somewhat fluffier vastly dumber au for the end of that chapter. in honour of the fic being finished, i’ve decided to write up the various scattershot ideas i’ve had for it, with the caveat that i’ll be working off my own slightly different background headcanons
the divergence point is roughly when elrond announces that he’s totally going into the void now, for realsies, the local ainur are nodding solemnly, and the fëanorians are running preliminary can-we-take-them calculations. except for maedhros, who’s very sad to hear that they must sacrifice his nephew to the eternal dark for their freedom, ‘tis truly a shame, they will honour his memory and GET THE BOAT, BOYS
or, the original elf mad scientist, his murderous blood-hungry spawn, a guy who’s extremely grouchy about not getting to do his dramatic self-sacrifice, and their somewhat-less-reluctant-than-he-should-be getaway driver go on the lam
how they got away from the valar:
námo: already knew this was going to happen, but it’s not like anyone ever listens to him, is it? in the moment, was a little more concerned with how morgoth had started belly-crawling towards the doors of night
manwë: never wanted to throw elrond into the void in the first place, and has been silently hoping elrond would call his bluff for the past week. the children are all safe and inside like they should be, and isn’t that what really matters?
eönwë: no it isn’t boss the fëanorians are a completely unpredictable wildcard we cannot afford to let them run around unsupervised!!! would probably have at least delayed the family hellspawn until backup could arrive, except
olórin: realised what maedhros was planning almost immediately and had to consciously force down a shit-eating grin. as soon as the brothers started moving, divetackled eönwë
-
[from a note attached to a harpoon lodged outside the highest window on the white tower of the isle of seabirds]
elwing - it went better than i expected, honestly. the sons of fëanor took about as much offense to elrond’s plan as everyone else has, except when words didn’t work they resorted to action. they dragged him onto vingilot and i followed them, and then we cast off together. we’ve set sail for as far away from the doors of night as we can get. i’m coming with them, of course, i’m not letting these lunatics crash my baby
i’m not entirely certain when we’ll be back? the fëanorians seem worried the valar might come after us, which wouldn’t surprise me, really. i’m taking us out towards middle-earth, we’ll see where we go after that. they’re all screaming at each other and running across the deck, i’m not convinced they have much of a plan. elrond is yelling too, he’s arguing with either caranthir or curufin, can’t tell which. the one i suspect is maglor has wrapped himself around his neck and refuses to let go. our son is alive and healthy and not in the eternal darkness, and for that, at least, i am grateful
the redhead who’s co-opted the harpoons says we’re coming up on your tower. no one’s done anything to threaten me or elrond, or even looked at the silmaril. there’s something nice about sailing with a crew again, no matter who it is. i love you, and i’ll be back as soon as i can - eärendil
[from a note attached to a harpoon found among the ruins of a house in the tirion stonecarvers’ district]
you were right, nerdanel. you were right about everything, and i was wrong. i’m sorry. the boys and i are going on another adventure right now, but we’ll come back to you someday, i promise
[from the same note, in much neater handwriting]
tell tyelpë i love him, and also that the coordinates are [rest torn off]
-
the first sign of this mess that reaches arda is the morning and evening star disappearing from the sky. gondorian astronomers, haradren scholars, avarin priests all stare flummoxed as the star of high hope simply fails to appear before the sun. no matter how unsuperstitous they are everyone agrees this is a really bad omen, and all across the globe the high halls of power tremble in fear over the new horror this must portend
the first sign of this mess that reaches the shire (except for that one took who’s really into astrology) is when eight-year-old elanor gardner rushes into bag end the next day, all ‘dad! dad! there are elves in the woods!’
sam is pretty chuffed to hear this. the fair folk don’t pass through the shire half as often as they used to, and it’s been some years since he heard their song. if they’re in the neighbourhood, why, it’d only be polite to say hello, wish them luck on their journey, hand them a letter. he packs up a nice tuck-box full of goodies to share, and then sam and elanor (and frodo, who’s going through a following-his-big-sister-around-and-copying-everything-she-does phase) set out to meet the elves
first they hear the shouting. then they see the smoke
at the end of the path his daughter leads him down, sam finds the wreckage of what looks like a crashed boat strewn across the forest, still faintly smouldering. at least a dozen elves are rushing between and up the trees, yelling at each other in the angriest quenya he’s ever heard. in the middle of the impact crater stands a blonde elf carrying a stone that shines like the phial of galadriel, wailing something sam knows just enough sindarin to recognise as ‘MY SHIIIIIIIIIP’
as sam’s gaze pans over the unfolding catastrophe, his eyes land on one of the last elves he’d expected to see, master elrond. elrond is rubbing his temple, groaning like someone who knows he’s the most responsible person around and really wishes he wasn’t. a vaguely familiar sketchy-as-fuck elf is clinging onto his shoulders, in a not-dissimilar way to how frodo-lad is currently riding on sam. elrond catches sam’s gaze
‘greetings, master samwise,’ says the wisest elf-lord of the west, ignoring the scuffle that’s breaking out behind him. ‘i must apologise for my relations’
(fëanor and elanor become fast friends, teaching each other their languages and exploring the shire together. absolutely no one else is okay with this)
-
fëanor, dragging an incredibly-put-upon elrond around the citadel of minas tirith: grandbabies!
fëanor, marvelling over the embroidery arwen is showing him: great-grandbabies!
fëanor, carrying a tiny giggling eldarion all the way up the tower of gondor: great-great-grandbabies!
fëanor, staring fixedly at an increasingly apprehensive aragorn: great-great-great...
celegorm, on dad-watching duty: actually if you lay the maths out it’s very likely every human in middle-earth is descended... from... elros... fuck
fëanor: has gone completely still
fëanor: massive grin spreading across his face, eyes sparkling like the two trees brought back to life
fëanor: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
#feanor is basically that one hishe darth vader 'i have a SON' skit brought to life change my mind#i love the demographic-math everyone-in-me-is-descended-from-elros thing and i'll bring it up at every possible opportunity#i'm sorry eirian i needed to exorcise the brain worms#anyway#my terrible fic#fic#house of feanor#elrond#earendil#feanor#samwise#elanor#pretty much all my fic content for this fandom is stupid feanorian aus i'm sorry#the sons of feanor do indeed get a bag end breakfast. it is deeply weird for everybody#they're also way way way too eager to potentially fight the eagles#feanor is having the time of his goddamn life and doesn't care what he breaks along the way#earendil may be exploiting the opportunity to talk to humans again#and elrond is the designated driver more or less by default. poor guy#they go on adventures. elrond gets to see his kids again. shit happens#i figure elwing eventually catches up with them but there's pretty much no way i can make a scene with her and the feanorians funny#the cool calm lady of the white tower front is going up FULL FORCE#also idk what's up with those coordinates curvo told tyelpe about but there's no way they don't lead to chaos
101 notes
·
View notes
Text
LOTR preferences || 1/?
the first of many the lord of the rings and the hobbit preferences to come.
DO NOT REPOST.
if gifs not sourced, they were found on google, lmk if they’re yours!
(more below the cut-off)
what made them fall in love with you
aragorn
Your kindness and compassion. To Aragorn, you were the most radiant soul he had ever encountered in his life. Your innate kindness always managed to capture his attention and set his heart ablaze. You were just so good to everyone and he could never get enough of you. He often found himself just sitting in your company, listening to your conversations with the other members of your Fellowship (especially the talks you would have with the hobbits, who you seemed to enjoy the most). You were always eager to display the softest parts of yourself if it meant encouraging another. He noticed every lovely thing about you and found himself drawn to your company at all hours of the day.
boromir
Your strong-willed spirit and love for Gondor. Boromir could not help but find your strong-willed mind absolutely irresistible. When he had first met you amongst the council in Rivendell, he had been stunned into silence by your forthcoming opinions and wisdom on the matters at hand. In the following weeks as you travelled along with him as a member of the Fellowship, you had spoken openly about your home in Gondor and defended its integrity in your conversations. It was one night under the still, blue radiance of the Lothlorien forest that you comforted him about his strength as the son of the steward. You reassured him about the upheld honor of your shared homeland - and he knew he had found the one whom he would marry.
faramir
The way you treat him. Faramir had never been treated to so well by anyone - other than Boromir - until you came into his life. Usually, people of the court and especially those closely associated with his father would compare him to his brother and echo the scrutinizing comments his father would always have in store for him. But with you, the loveliest soul he had ever met, he did not have to be someone he was not. You never ceased to treat him as an equal, you never compared him to anyone or anything (except to say that he was superior in practically every way), and you always found something about him to compliment. To say that falling in love with you was the easiest choice that had ever fallen upon his shoulders was an understatement. You had taught him how to gain his sense of confidence and self-worth, and Faramir adored you for it.
eomer
You are an advocate for others. As a dear friend of his sister, Eomer had known you for most of his life, yet somehow he had been blind to the great store of strength and righteous anger you harbored against the injustice of your fellow people. It was on one day, by the fire pit in the Great Hall of his uncle, that he witnessed you lash out at the vile Grima Wormtongue, and his eyes had been opened. When Wormtongue’s unwanted compliments had once again fallen upon his sister, you had lunged to stand in front of her before he could twist his talons into her golden hair, spewing forth a barrage of defensive countermarks to his predatory nature. You had saved his sister that day and many after from the grime of a malicious minion, and Eomer soon found himself enamored by your natural tendency to become an advocate for others in any given situation. You were a voice for the oppressed, and he admired you greatly for it.
eowyn
How you support her. The exact moment that Eowyn felt her heart align with yours was the day you encouraged her fight for equality. You never understood how there could be such strict prejudice against the strength and capability of a woman’s soul. From that first conversation onward, she found herself feeling rather supported and secure in knowing that she was not the only one who was ready to embark on a path to ensure a woman’s right to fight for her own people. From then on, Eowyn’s process of falling in love with you was a quick descension of admiration and warmth. You were an honorable person and she hardly went a day without thinking about it.
elrond
Your intelligence and humility. Elrond had known you for many centuries and had always taken note of your humble countenance and vast intelligence. You could often be found in one of the open libraries somewhere around the palace grounds, endulging every word from the tomes of his vast collection. He knew he had taken a misstep in keeping his feelings platonic when he found himself following your silhouette as you walked past him (usually with a book in your hands) and when he realized just how much he liked the sound of your soft-spoken voice. You were never one to engage in any sort of drama or foolish arguments, but you did have a voice when you felt it neccesary to speak up, which was always carefully said with avid wisdom riddled within your words. You bore an elegance in your being that he cannot put out of his mind - not that he would ever want to.
arwen
Your courage. Arwen had grown up surrounded by the voices of great councils and the many virtues of her elven people, but there was one thing she felt was lacking when it came to acting on the behalf of others - something that she found in you. You were a courageous being with the most selfless heart she had ever met. You were always willing and ready to jump to the aid of others, no matter their inferiority, which was not always true of her own people who sometimes thought it better to let the natural course of the world take its place.
legolas
Your combat skills. To say that Legolas was impressed with your combat skills that equaled his own was an understatement, although he had no problem with being very hesitant about offering any compliments at first. In fact, he found himself intimidated by your grace and precision in the adrenaline of a battle, which was a feeling he was very unaccustomed to experiencing. Soon enough, after he learned to swallow his shock (and pride), he found that the two of you made a fantastic team - perhaps in more ways than one.
galadriel
Your good-natured spirit. Galadriel was not one to be easily caught off guard by what she heard in the minds of mortal men, but she most certainly was when she searched the contents your heart upon meeting you. In the humming chaos of your human mind, she saw your true purity glimmering at the center of your being like a beacon of hope. You sought no ill will toward anyone around you, nor could she discern any lust for power or riches. She found your sorrow and your compassion, mingled together like the roots of a great mountain - you truly desired happiness and contentment for those around you. She thought it both peculiar and incredibly fascinating, that a human could be so selfless and readily offer their companionship and love.
haldir
Your communion with nature. It was common knowledge that the elves of Middle-Earth cherished starlight and nature above all else, save their own communities and ancestral homes. However, there were some that were far more connected to the earth and its wonders than others and were far freer in their spirit when it came to such things - you were one such person. When Haldir had discovered this about you, he couldn’t deny the great admiration he felt growing within him. There was never a moment when you were not speaking, singing, or giving back in some way to the world around you. You were truly in love with your world and your people’s way of life and Haldir respected you greatly for it.
gimli
Your hair. Although it was true that dwarves were fond of facial hair on the features of their own women, Gimli held no prejudice against you for not looking a certain way. He found himself rather enamored by your natural beauty, although it was different from his own people. Specifically, the red-haired dwarf was drawn to your hair and the different texture and hue that it held from his own. Where his was scraggly and coarse (because it hardly saw a brush or decent scrub), yours was well-maintained and shimmered in the sunlight. It might have seemed somewhat shallow of him to fall in love over your looks, but he felt no less attracted to you after he really got to know you. In fact, he liked you even more.
frodo baggins
Your companionship. You were always there for Frodo Baggins, no matter what situation had risen out of the blue. There were only a few people who he felt truly understood what he had gone through and you were one of them. All throughout his life, you had been a true friend and had never given him a reason to distrust you. You were someone he could depend upon and somene he grew to feel very strongly for over time. Frodo was sure about his feelings for you when he realized that should you ever be gone from his side, his life would be rather grim without having your light spirit there to illuminate it. He wanted to ensure that would never happen.
samwise gamgee
Your dancing. Samwise Gamgee had been irreversibly smitten with you since the first time he caught you dancing to a fine tune that was being played in the market square. Since that moment, his eyes always sought you out wherever you happened to be. There was never a moment when you weren’t tapping your toes or humming along to whatever melody happened to be be playing around you - for there was always music to be heard somehwere in the Shire - and there was always a frushed twirl to your skirts whenever you moved about a room. Your zest for life, just like the spices he loved mixing with his homegrown herbs, mesmerized the hobbit.
merry brandybuck
Your free spirit. Meriadoc Brandybuck was sure he would have ended up a bachelor with the way he always seemed to attract mischief with his fun - that was, of course, until the young hobbit ran into you. You seemed to have the same hankering for adventures, no matter how silly or preposterous. In fact, you had quite a few hair-brained ideas of your own to contribute to the fun you both seemed to find together. Because of that fact, Merry felt he had found a kindred spirit with you much like he had with his best friend Pippin - except he wasn’t in love with Pippin - he was in love with you. How could he not be?
pippin took
Your acceptance. It was no easy feat to find yourself weak in the knees around Pippin Took, the foolish young hobbit who seemed to have invented the word klutz. He was an idiot most times and other times he was just plain reckless - but you never scrutinized him for that. In fact, you felt as though Pippin was a breath of fresh air, especially with how much he managed to make you laugh (usually at his own expense, but he never seemed to mind). Pippin appreciated the fact that you liked him as he was, mess and all. Even more so, he loved that you were always there to get him out of trouble, no matter the hour or the incident.
#lotr#lotr imagines#lotr preferences#lotr x reader#the lord of the rings imagine#the lord of the rings preferences#the lord of the rings imagines#lotr imagine#aragorn imagine#aragorn x reader#legolas imagine#legolas x reader#boromir imagine#boromir x reader#faramir imagine#faramir x reader#elrond imagine#elrond x reader#eowyn x reader#eowyn imagine#eomer x reader#eomer imagine#haldir imagine#haldir x reader#gimli imagine#gimli x reader#galadriel imagine#galadriel x reader#frodo x reader#frodo imagine
527 notes
·
View notes
Note
sam gamgee comfort fic w reader that suffers w nightmares please?🥺👉👈
A/N: Hello my love. I hope this is what you’re looking for and that you feel better soon. 💙
Word Count: 722
Rating: G - brief descriptions of nightmares, references to The Scouring of the Shire
You sat up sharply, breath coming in short gasps as you covered your mouth with one hand to contain your sobs. You glanced over at your husband, sleeping soundly beside you and breathed a small sigh of relief.
It had been a little over a year since Sam had come home, since the monsters that had scoured the Shire had been driven out again and life had, mostly, returned to normal. But every once in a while, you'd wake up late at night from dreaming about those blackest days — days in the “Lockholes”, days when you thought Sam was dead and you would never see his smiling face again. Tonight your dream had been about your family’s home being burned by those ruffians (a thing you had been lucky enough to escape, if narrowly so) and it shook you badly.
Not wanting to disturb your husband, who was peaceful for once instead of restless with his own nightmare-plagued sleep, you slowly crept out of bed and off to the kitchen to put on a kettle.
You were just pouring yourself a soothing cup of tea when you heard a noise in the hall. Exhaustion and adrenaline made monsters of the shadows and you yelped, nearly dropping the delicate ceramic vessel.
“Y/N?” Sam’s voice was sleep-roughened and confused. “It’s only me.”
“Oh, Sam!” you exclaimed, pressing a hand to your chest. “I thought...well never mind what I thought. What are you doing up?”
“I woke and you weren’t in bed. I could see your candle out here.” He frowned, reaching out to wrap his arms around your center and pull you against him. “Are you having more bad dreams again?”
You shrugged, torn between relaxing into his touch or squirming away. “It’s nothing. Not compared to you and Frodo. Don’t worry about me.”
“That doesn’t make them less real, or important.” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Finish your tea and come back to bed. Please?”
You nodded, throat tightening as you choked back tears from his caring, gentle treatment of you, no matter how commonplace it had become.
~
A few minutes later, you were crawling back into your cozy little bed, and already feeling a little sleepier than you had been. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it wasn’t Sam, still awake and waiting for you. His arms circled your waist once more, and he drew you in, cuddling you and making you feel warm and safe.
You settled with a contented sigh, hopeful that sleep would come more easily and be filled with nought but happy dreams, making you all the more surprised when Sam’s chest began to rumble beneath your ear.
You pulled back in shock and confusion. Slowly you started to recognize the tune of a popular lullaby, though unsurprisingly Sam was improvising his own lyrics, about you and him and your love together. He hadn’t sung since his return from his journey with Frodo, and you had been beginning to suspect he never would again.
The realization, the sound, brought unbidden tears to your eyes, and you hastily reached to wipe them away before they rolled down your cheeks to wet his nightshirt. He noticed the gesture and stopped singing.
“Y/N? Dearest, what’s wrong?” he asked, voice laced with concern.
“Were you...were you singing?” you whispered, haltingly and awed.
“Y-yes. I can stop if you like. I just thought...you used to compliment my songs when we were young and maybe if I could sing one for you again, it would help you sleep? I’m sorry. I’ve upset you.”
“No!” you were vehement, the word coming out more forcefully than you meant. You smiled sheepishly at him in the darkness. “I just never thought I’d hear that again. It was beautiful.”
“Would you like me to keep singing then?”
“Yes, please do. Just having you here helps, but your singing voice might be even better.”
“I’ll only sing, if you lay back down and rest, dearest.”
You nodded your assent, settling back into a comfortable spot against him. His fingers settled on your scalp, massaging small circles in time with his stanza and lulling you. It was mere moments before your eyes were fluttering again.
“Thank you Samwise Gamgee, for helping me sleep again,” you murmured sleepily. “I love you.”
#Samwise Gamgee x reader#Lord of the Rings fic#nightmare comfort#I don't know if I got his voice quite right#but I hope you like it and that it helps a little
67 notes
·
View notes
Text
I wrote 2.5k words about Tolkien, WWI, Le Morte d’Arthur, the Iliad and Odyssey, and more, all bundled happily in an essay about queer subtext in the Lord of the Rings revolving around the relationship between Sam and Frodo. I posted about this before, and someone asked me to post the essay, so here it is!
Homoerotic Subtext in the Lord of the Rings
In June of 1916, J. R. R. Tolkien shipped out from England to France to join his comrades on the Western Front. In July, he would participate in one of the bloodiest struggles of World War 1, the Battle of the Somme. Just a month later, he would be struck with Trench Fever, placing him in convalescence or behind a desk for the remainder of the war. Though his front-line experience was short, there is no denying the effect that the war and the loss of his closest friends had on Tolkien, nor the influence it had on his writing in the post-war years. Much has been written on that topic already. However, there is one aspect of Tolkien’s time in the service which is underexplored when it comes to the literary critique of his legendarium – of which the Lord of the Rings is but a piece – and that is his exposure to the widespread homoerotic attitudes which were a common undercurrent in the British armed forces during that time.
Homosexuality has always been an overlooked behavior on the front during wartime, even as it passed from common practice to taboo. One reason for this might be that people who are worried about being shot to death in a trench have other things to worry about besides who their mates might be kissing. Another might be that facing death brings a greater appreciation for love to the front of the mind, and it does not matter which gender that appreciation is directed towards. As a result, we find many examples in literature and letters of men expressing chaste but deep homoerotic love for other men. In The Great War and Modern Memory, Paul Fussel writes that in WWI-era battlefield poetry, one could not fail to notice ‘the unique physical tenderness, the readiness to admire openly the bodily beauty of young men, the unapologetic recognition that men may be in love with each other.’ (303). “War poetry has the subversive tendency to be our age’s love poetry.” he quotes Richard Fein. In that case, we must examine war literature for the same sentiments.
Most common in officers towards their men, we find ‘something more like the “idealistic,” passionate but non-physical “crushes” which most of the officers had experienced at public school. … What inspired such passions was — as always — faunlike good looks, innocence, vulnerability, and “charm.” The object was mutual affection, protection, and admiration.’ (Fussel 295) This makes sense, as ‘the tradition in Victorian homosexuality and homoeroticism [is] that soldiers are especially attractive. What makes them so is their youth, their athleticism, their relative cleanliness, their uniforms, and their heroic readiness, like Adonis or St. Sebastian, for “sacrifice.”’ (Fussel 302) In the Lord of the Rings, we find Frodo described as ‘taller than some and fairer than most, and he has a cleft in his chin: perky chap with a bright eye.’ (Tolkien 163). At his coming-of-age birthday party, he inherits the great evil that is the One Ring from his great uncle; he is an unintentional sacrificial lamb. Later, when he volunteers to take the One Ring to Mt. Doom knowing that it is likely a one-way trip if he can even make it that far, we find in our protagonist a young, beautiful, self-sacrificing hero.
Fussel writes that ‘although the usual course of protective affection was from superior to subordinate, sometimes the direction was reversed, with men developing hero-worshipping crushes on their young officers.’ (297) Enter Frodo’s counterpart and co-protagonist, Samwise Gamgee. Tolkien wrote in a 1956 letter to a fan that “My ‘Samwise’ is indeed (as you note) largely a reflexion [sic] of the English soldier—grafted on the village-boys of early days, the memory of the privates and my batmen that I knew in the 1914 War, and recognized as so far superior to myself.” (Letter 187)
A batman, in military parlance, was a soldier who, as well as fighting, oversaw an officer’s kit, cooking, and cleaning. (Garth) However, Sam is so much more than Frodo’s servant, though they start the journey as master of the house and gardener. Sam shows an incredible dedication to Frodo that cannot be explained as mere class-based loyalty. Take this passage from Return of the King when the enemy has captured Frodo. The Hobbits are separated, and Sam is up against what seems like impossible odds – faced with the task of raiding an entire tower he assumes is filled with enemies, alone, armed only with a short sword. He does not even know where Frodo is or if he is still alive:
‘… Except for that little frightened rat, I do believe there’s nobody left alive in the place!’
And with that he stopped, brought up hard, as if he had hit his head against the stone wall. The full meaning of what he had said struck him like a blow. Nobody left alive! Whose had been that horrible dying shriek? ‘Frodo, Frodo! Master!’ he cried, half sobbing. ‘If they’ve killed you, what shall I do? Well, I’m coming at last, right to the top, to see what I must.’ (Tolkien 887)
… He cared no longer for Shagrat or Snaga or any other orc that was ever spawned. He longed only for his master, for one sight of his face or one touch of his hand. (Tolkien 889)
Besides demonstrating Sam’s willingness to face certain death rather than leave Frodo, this passage is a perfect illustration of another one of Tolkien’s literary inspirations besides the Great War. Tolkien was a scholar of European mythology, drawing inspiration for his legendarium from epic myths like the Old English Beowulf and the Finnish Kalevala. Read the following lines from Le Morte d’Arthur regarding King Arthur’s death:
Then Sir Bedivere cried: Ah my lord Arthur, what shall become of me, now ye go from me and leave me here alone among mine enemies? … And as soon as Sir Bedivere had lost the sight of the barge, he wept and wailed, and so took the forest… (Mallory, Book 21 ch. V.)
Alas, said Sir Bedivere, that was my lord King Arthur, that here lieth buried in this chapel. Then Sir Bedivere swooned; and when he awoke he prayed the hermit he might abide with him still there, to live with fasting and prayers. For from hence will I never go, said Sir Bedivere, by my will, but all the days of my life here to pray for my lord Arthur. (Mallory, Book 21 ch. VI.)
These Medieval warrior relationships themselves draw from an even older literary tradition, one with not so much covert homoerotism but overt homosexuality. Ancient homosexual pederastic relationships like that of Alexander and Hephaestion or Achilles and Patroclus form the model for many close male warrior literary relationships. Compare Achilles’ reaction to Patroclus’ death in the Iliad to that of Bedivere to Arthur’s and Sam to Frodo’s:
A dark cloud of grief fell upon Achilles as he listened. He filled both hands with dust from off the ground, and poured it over his head, disfiguring his comely face, and letting the refuse settle over his shirt so fair and new. He flung himself down all huge and hugely at full length, and tore his hair with his hands. … Antilochus bent over him the while, weeping and holding both Achilles’ hands as he lay groaning for Antilochus feared that Achilles might plunge a knife into his own throat. (Homer, Book XVIII)
Near-suicidal grief at the loss of the beloved is a common theme between the three of them. Achilles lives to avenge Patroclus, Bedivere lives to pray for Arthur’s soul, and Sam, as luck and Tolkien would have it, lives to save Frodo, who was not dead after all, though it was a close thing. Sam’s joy at finding Frodo alive is as poignant as his grief at having thought he lost him – unashamed physical affection and more tears follow the discovery of his master.
[Frodo] was naked, lying as if in a swoon on a heap of filthy rags: his arm was flung up, shielding his head, and across his side there ran an ugly whip-weal.
‘Frodo! Mr. Frodo, my dear!’ cried Sam, tears almost blinding him. ‘It’s Sam, I’ve come!’ He half lifted his master and hugged him to his breast.
…
‘Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam,’ said Frodo, and he lay back in Sam’s gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand.
Sam felt he could sit like that in endless happiness; but it was not allowed. It was not enough for him to find his master, he had still to try and save him. He kissed Frodo’s forehead. (Tolkien 889)
Tolkien’s earlier description of Sam as a combination of village boy and batman fits neatly with Fussel’s declaration that ‘to the degree that front-line homoeroticism was sentimental it can be seen to constitute another element of pastoral.’ (Fussel 300) In the Lord of the Rings, the Shire – Sam and Frodo’s home – represents the ultimate ideal of Pastoralism. In the Shire, Hobbits live community-focused rural lives with minimal conflict, drinking and feasting and partying, with little to no exposure to more advanced societies of the East. In that light, the entire quest of the Lord of the Rings can be seen as a removal from the Pastoral – the world becomes darker, less hospitable, and less natural the further East the Hobbits travel until they reach their end goal: a blighted, unnatural wasteland dominated by machinery.
As Frodo falls further and further under the sway of the One Ring, he forgets the Shire. He loses his connection to his pastoral home. Nevertheless, ever at his side is his loyal Sam, who recalls even in the darkest moments the comforts of home. Sam is Frodo’s link to the pastoral ideal when his suffering is the greatest. Sam’s yearning for the pastoral often comes up in the form of recalling Frodo as he was in the Shire. This is exemplified by the following passage near the end of their quest, just after the One Ring has been destroyed:
‘Well, this is the end, Sam Gamgee,’ said a voice by his side. And there was Frodo, pale and worn, and yet himself again; and in his eyes there was peace now, neither strain of will, nor madness, nor any fear. His burden was taken away. There was the dear master of the sweet days in the Shire.
‘Master!’ cried Sam, and fell upon his knees. In all that ruin of the world for the moment he felt only joy, great joy. The burden was gone. His master had been saved; he was himself again, he was free. (Tolkien 926)
While Sam represents and thus easily returns to an idyllic pastoral existence after the war, Frodo remains haunted by his experiences. Finally, we reach the real end of Frodo and Sam’s journey, the temporary separation before the eternal unification. Frodo and Sam go to see off Frodo’s uncle, and there Frodo reveals he will be passing into the West as well – a form of eternal life in Middle Earth, but one that is forever separate from the rest of the world:
‘Where are you going, Master?’ cried Sam, though at last he understood, what was happening.
‘To the Havens, Sam,’ said Frodo.
‘And I can’t come.’
‘No, Sam. Not yet anyway, not further than the Havens. Though you too were a Ring-bearer, if only for a little while. Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.’
‘But,’ said Sam, and tears started in his eyes, ‘I thought you were going to enjoy the Shire, too, for years and years, after all you have done.’
‘So I thought too, once. But I have been too deeply hurt, Sam. I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them. But you are my heir: all that I had and might have had I leave to you. … You will … keep alive the memory of the age that is gone, so that people will remember the Great Danger and so love their beloved land all the more.’ (Tolkien 1006)
Here we see Frodo acknowledge that this separation splits Sam’s spirit – part of Sam goes to his home and family, but part always goes with Frodo. Frodo encourages him to live the rest of his life fully in the Shire, and when the time has come, he can reunite with Frodo in the ‘afterlife.’ Contrast this to Patroclus’ final request of Achilles in the Iliad:
“One prayer more will I make you, if you will grant it; let not my bones be laid apart from yours, Achilles, but with them; … let our bones lie in but a single urn, the two-handled golden vase given to you by your mother.” (Homer, Book XXIII)
Furthermore, the resolution in the Odyssey, as Odysseus reassures Achilles that his will was done:
Your mother brought us a golden vase to hold them—gift of Bacchus, and work of Vulcan himself; in this we mingled your bleached bones with those of Patroclus who had gone before you… (Homer, Book XXIV)
Return of the King ends with Sam riding home with a heavy heart to his family after watching Frodo’s ship depart to the West. Like the Iliad and Odyssey, we must read a bit further to determine what eventually happens with Frodo and Sam. The Lord of the Rings has a massive amount of supplementary material, including maps and family trees. In Appendix B, we find a chronology of the years before, during, and after the main novels. It reveals that at age 96, after the death of his wife, Samwise rides out to the Havens and passes over the Great Sea to unite with Frodo for the final time.
Queerness is often overlooked in serious examinations of literature, especially when the voices of cishet men dominate the discussion, as they do in Tolkien scholarship. Tolkien scholars have repeatedly dismissed the idea of homoeroticism in Tolkien’s works as silly fangirls making things gay for titillation, which erases queer voices and condemns queerness to the realm of the unrealistic and ahistorical.
I have been a fan of the Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit since I was queer child struggling with gender identity and sexual attraction. In sixth grade, I received my first copy of the Lord of the Rings, and I read it voraciously until the pages started to fall out. Although I did not fully recognize the homoerotic undertones back then, I still yearned for the deep, lasting, emotionally fulfilling, and life-changing same-sex relationships I saw in those books. Even 20 years later, as a queer adult, the idea that I might share something so intensely personal with my heroes is vitally important to me. J. R. R. Tolkien died in 1973. He was a devout Catholic who maintained a lasting friendship with a gay poet and spoke with great esteem of a novel about gay men written by a lesbian; one can hardly imagine what he might have said about the idea of queer subtext in his writing. But if I, a queer reader, recognize some essential part of myself in Sam or Frodo, if I see my bonds in their bond, is that not enough to warrant an entrance into the discussion and serious consideration? Whether you see their relationship as a purely platonic friendship or a great romance of the ages, Sam and Frodo are in love.
Works Cited
Fussel, Paul. The Great War and Modern Memory. Oxford University Press, 2013
Garth, John. “Sam Gamgee and Tolkien’s batmen.” 13 February 2013, [msg for link].
Homer. The Iliad. Translated by Samuel Butler. Project Gutenberg, 2000. [msg for link].
Homer. The Odyssey. Translated by Samuel Butler. Project Gutenberg, 1999. [msg for link].
Malory, Thomas. Le Morte d’Arthur, edited by Caxton, William, and Sir Edward Strachey. Project Gutenberg, 2014. [msg for link].
Tolkien, J. R. R. “Letter 187.” The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, edited by Tolkien, Christopher, and Humphrey Carpenter. Houghton Mifflin, 1981.
—. The Lord of the Rings. HarperCollinsPublishers, 1994.
#lord of the rings#lotr#queer theory#queer academia#sam x frodo#samfrodo#samfro#is that the tumblr shipname?#if u wanna cite this anywhere now that i'm officially publishing it (by posting it) u absolutely can#but please credit me as Alex Kakela and not arkaniis lmfao
60 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf
Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.2
Mainlist | Serieslist
Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.
Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.
Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.
Chapter Two
The Prancing Pony was a two day’s trek from the woods and, after setting a fire to alert the men’s friends and family of their location, Nyx spent the night trying to get as far away as she could. She preferred to travel at night and rest in the trees during the day – less people to run into – but she had wanted to get an early start only to run into the two men.
This time, Nyx would not be so careless, waiting long after the sun had set before she climbed down from a large maple tree to continue on her way to Bree. Just as the sun was beginning to rise on her last day of walking for the Prancing Pony, she stopped by a river, discarding her cloak and weapon to dip her head in the creek. She scrubbed at her scalp, dislodging the dried blood and caked-on dirt. Though it wasn’t an actual bath – which she hadn’t had in ages – it still felt refreshing. She picked at the dirt underneath her nails and washed her face before continuing on.
The last thing I need is to look like the killer I am, she thought to herself grimly.
She came upon Bree a few hours after sunset. It was pouring and Nyx was soaked all the way through to her bones, but she knew a few cups of ale would warm me her quickly. After being let through the wooden gate by the grumpy gatekeeper, Nyx headed straight for the Prancing Pony. Not only did she not have much on her back, but she barely had any money to afford a room for the night. She’d spent most of her life living with the Grey and Brown wizards or on her own in the woods. From now on, she knew she would be anything but alone.
The Prancing Pony bustling with rough-looking men. She approached the man at the front with her weapon hidden beneath her dark grey cloak.
“Hello, young lady. What can I do for you?”
“I’m looking for Gandalf the Grey? Is he here yet? Or two Hobbits?”
The man made a face and chuckled. “You’re the second to ask about Gandalf tonight. In fact, it was a Hobbit who asked about him earlier. But there were four Hobbits. Not two.”
Nyx frowned. I was sure Gandalf had said two Hobbits. “Are they still here?”
The man pointed to the far corner of the room where four small, young boys were sitting around a table with cups of ale bigger than their heads. Nyx smiled at him before weaving through the crowd and stopping at the end of the table. The four Hobbits looked at Nyx wearily but she was only interested in one of them.
“Frodo Baggins?”
A boy shook his head. “Sorry, you’ve got the wrong table. No Frodo Baggins here.” He was thin with bright blue eyes and straggly hair. A spitting image of a young Bilbo Baggins Nyx had seen pictures of. Nyx smiled at him.
“Nice to meet you, Frodo. I’m Gandalf’s companion, Nyx. I believe he mentioned me? Though not by name.”
Frodo contemplated Nyx’s words for a moment before his eyes filled with suspicion. “How do I know you’re telling the truth? Gandalf isn’t with you.”
Nyx frowned. “No, he is not. And I’m surprised because he is never late. But he told me what you carry with you. I am only here to help protect you.”
“You? Protect us?” Another Hobbit uttered, staring at me. “But you’re a girl.”
“A girl who’s killed more than I hope you ever will. I’ve been hunted my whole life and I hear you are being hunted by Sauron’s men. I can help. Please. That’s all I want to do.” For once in my life.
Frodo stared at Nyx a moment longer before moving over on the bench. She smiled gratefully and gently sat next to him, careful to keep her weapon covered. It felt odd to Nyx – sitting in such a place so busy with people. She’d spent her whole life in the forest, isolated from people. And the only interactions she’d had with people resulted in their deaths and her tears. What felt even more odd was sitting with people much smaller than her, for she’d only ever been around Men. Still, their tolerance for alcohol was no different than hers, as demonstrated by Merry Brandybuck. Soon, she learned all of their names.
Samwise Gamgee, who went by Sam, had blonde shaggy hair like all but Frodo, knobby fingers, a troubled look permanently etched on his face, and a little extra weight around his waist. He had been the one sent to accompany Frodo as well. Pippin Took had a long straight nose, blonde hair that could use a good wash and brush, and wide blue eyes. Absolutely adorable, in Nyx’s opinion. Last was Merry Brandybuck, Pippin’s best friend. He had the same shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes, but his nose was larger, and he seemed to be the daredevil of the group. He also had the largest alcohol tolerance.
“Why isn’t Gandalf with you?” Sam asked.
Nyx shrugged, skillfully hiding her worry. “He needed to meet with a fellow wizard. I suppose he got caught up.” Looking around the room, she noticed that most people took turns staring at them. She could see how odd it would look – four Hobbits and an unknown human girl having a drink together surrounded by humans. Her eyes landed on a man in the far corner staring back at her. His hood hides most of his face, but she could see a little bit of stubble on his cheeks and chin.
Sam noticed him too. “That fellow has done nothing but stare at you since we arrived,” he told Frodo. “Do you recognize him, Nyx?”
The young girl shook her head. “I actually do my best to stay away from people.”
Nervously, Frodo spared a glance at the man in the corner before stopping a waiter walking by the table. “Excuse me. That man in the corner – who is he?”
The waiter, who was sporting an overgrown mustache and horrible mutton chops looked over his shoulder at the man before bending down to Frodo’s height so he could be heard over the chatter. “He’s one of them Rangers. Dangerous folk, they are – wanderin’ the wilds. What his real name is, I’ve never heard. But around here, he’s known as Strider.”
The man walked away, and Nyx rolled her eyes at the table. Bit of a lame name, if you ask me. Then again, she’d heard the names she’d been called and they weren’t any better.
“Strider,” Frodo whispered to himself. It was an intimidating name to him and seemed to fit the man’s current appearance. He didn’t want anything to do with this Strider fellow – especially if he was after the Ring. He played with the Ring under the table, staring at nothing in particular as he thought over possible options. They could make a run for it. They could confront him. Or, they could act like they had done nothing wrong – which they hadn’t – and wait a little longer for Gandalf. The Ring was smooth and warm in Frodo’s hands and soon he forgot what he had been thinking about, falling victim to the whispers of the Ring.
Baggins, it whispered.
Baggins.
“Baggins!” Frodo’s eyes snapped open as he heard Pippin’s familiar voice over the roar of the crowd. “Sure I know a Baggins,” he said from the bar. With an ale in his hand, he pointed right at his cousin. “He’s over there. Frodo Baggins!”
Nyx, Sam, and Frodo gasped. Their cover was blown. Nyx grabbed for her bag by her feet. “Time to go. Grab Pippin, Frodo.” She began to shove the food on the table into the folds of her cloak as Frodo moved towards the bar.
“What’s going on?” Merry asked.
“If people know a Baggins is here, then the Ringwraiths will know too. Stupid men can’t keep their bloody mouths shut,” she said angrily, sparing a glance at the bar just in time to see Frodo on the floor before he disappeared. She dropped a piece of bread and gasped. She knew Frodo had the Ring, but she’d never seen it in action.
Sam and Merry gasped too, standing up. Nyx began moving faster as everyone stared at the ground where Frodo had just been. She grabbed them by the shoulders of their jackets. “Come on.”
“Where’d he go?” Sam asked worriedly. Nyx shook her head, moving towards Pippin.
“I don’t know.” They reached Pippin at the bar, who was still staring at the spot on the floor, a stuttering mess. Nyx stood on her tiptoes, looking around for any sign of Frodo, sighing in relief when she saw him being pushed up the stairs to the inn above.
By Strider.
“Damn,” she cursed. “Come on.”
Part 1.3 ➺
#legolas#legolas greenleaf#greenleaf#lotr#lord of the rings#fellowship of the rings#the two towers#the return of the king#return of the king#legolas imagine#legolas greenleaf imagine#legolas fanfiction#legolas fanfic#legolas greenleaf fanfiction#legolas greenleaf fanfic#love#romance#adventure#magic#witch#witchcraft#legolas greenleaf x oc#legolas x oc#gimli#aragorn#frodo#frodo baggins#samwise gamgee#merry brandybuck#pippin took
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dimension Jumping pt. 1
The Fellowship of the Ring x Reader
But a lot of the stories are about the reader falling into Middle Earth…. what about the other way around? If you wanted to do all the characters, you could do a point after they left Rivendell, before they split up?
Like for example, after Gandalf ‘dies’, and it could be something sweet and cute or whatnot where the reader helps them grieve a bit, give them a bit of a rest before continuing on their journey?
—
Weekends have always been your favorite time of the week.
No responsibilities, sleeping in, more time, freedom, the list goes on and on.
Your weekends are usually spent idly doing things you enjoy, like sleeping, and lot’s of stress free activities.
Not this weekend though, for when you got home after a grocery run, you were met with quite the surprise.
A total of 8… people? lay strewn about in your living room seemingly unconscious. They are dressed in odd clothes, holding medieval looking weapons, and they look rather raggedy and dirty. Four of them are extremely small, and if it weren’t for their older looking faces, you would’ve thought them to be children. There’s also a handsome blond with pointy ears, a short red headed, bearded… man, and two semi-regular looking tall dudes.
Your groceries fall from your arms and land on your carpeted floor, but you barely pay that any mind since you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the pile of people in the middle of your damn living room.
Your floofy white dog Penny is sniffing around them, but she doesn’t seem to be alarmed nor agitated by their presence, so that’s good at least. She’s an excellent judge of character after all. Eventually she settles down next to the tall guy with dark brown hair, and though you don’t like that she’s next to these strangers, you allow it.
The sound of your things falling to the ground seems to rouse them, and you watch as the man wearing dark clothing with dark hair opens his eyes and groans quietly. At first his eyes scan around the room, then they fall upon you.
He sits up slowly, still eyeing you as he glances down at his small child-looking friends. A look of relief passes his expression before he looks at you once more, saying nothing while the rest of his merry band of crazies begin to sit up.
This is supposed to be your fucking day off, and this shit happens? A bunch of renaissance weirdos laying in your house, making your clean carpet dirty.
“You know what, no.” You state loudly, successfully startling the dark haired man, “This is my weekend off, and I am not dealing with this. Whatever this is."
You turn on your heel and begin picking up your groceries, though you remain vigilant incase one of them intends to try something.
Once you’ve gathered all your discarded things you stand again and look behind you, seeing that most of them are on their feet and looking at you and your home as if you’re some alien in a structure unknown to them. You quickly look forward again and go to your kitchen, placing everything on your counters while you try to decide how the hell you’re going to deal with this.
You look over your counter at the still staring people and ask slowly, "Does… anyone want a snack?”
Two of the small blonde men perk up when you say ‘snack’, so you take that as a yes and begin preparing apples, celery, and peanut butter for everyone to eat.
By the time you’re done cutting up the apples you’ve only got two left, but you just sigh and bring out a tray with the snack and place it on the coffee table.
The two blond… boys? run over to it immediately, but are halted by a sharp “No.” from the brown-haired guy.
Said brown-haired guy is looking at you distrustfully, and you feel your blood begin to boil with his distrust (even though HE is in YOU home).
“Okay dude, I get you don’t know me or whatever but you guys literally broke into my house, so if anyone is supposed to be cautious here it’s me. M. E. Me. I’m offering your… children…? Adult babies? Boys? Food, and damnit if they want it then they’re gonna eat it.” Your little outburst gets you several shocked looks, but you’re so FUCKING tired, you’ve just got no energy to deal with this.
“We 'broke into your house’?” He repeats slowly, “I have no recollection of our relocation to your… house, and I’ve never seen someone of your caliber, nor a place so… odd, before. So forgive me if I am skeptical of our suspiciously willing host.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm, and it successfully ruffles your self control.
“Now you listen here Mr. Broody, I’m not about to get sass in my own home. By god if Penny didn’t seem to love you so much I would vaporize you where you stand!” Big talk for such a small person, yes, but you stand by your statement.
Only you don’t get the reaction you were expecting, because suddenly everyone looks horrified.
“You can do that?” One of the small blond boys(?) gasps, scooting closer to his look-alike.
The guy you were mouthing off to grabs the hilt of his -is that a fucking sword?!- weapon and steps in front of the small guys. The tall blond dude, other actual human, and short ginger haired man do the same, and suddenly you feel a lot less satisfied.
“Woah there fellas, It’s a figure of speech!” You say quickly, raising your hands in a surrender motion.
Penny senses your sudden distress, so she bounds over to you and presses her nose against your knee in a way meant to gather your attention. You glance down at her and visibly relax before looking back up at the still tense men in front of you.
“Tough crowd…” You reach down slowly and pat Penny’s head, watching as their eyes follow your movements. “Okay, look. I’m not going to like, poison you or whatever you’re afraid of. How about we start with introductions, hm?"
The same guy from before nods his head slowly (it seems he’s the leader here) and tells you a little hesitantly, "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. A Ranger, also known as Strider by most."
What in the ever loving hell did he just say?
You can’t even stop the laughter from bellowing out of you, because this is just so god damn ridiculous and completely baffling. You grasp your stomach and double over with laughter while everyone else just watches silently and confusedly.
Eventually your laughter begins to subside when your sides start to hurt, so you stand up a bit straighter and wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, "Ahaha, ah… wow that’s good. But really though, I’m not looking for stage names bud, I’m being serious here.”
This 'Aragorn’ doesn’t seem to find it as funny as you do. “Stage names? No, I believe you are misunderstanding.”
The smile on your face drops and you suddenly don’t find it as funny either. “So… your name is actually Aragorn then?” Well, maybe not all of them have weird names, “Right, then what about the rest of you?"
The other guy who looks like an actual human speaks up next, "I am Boromir, son of Denethor and Captain of Gondor.” Oh heck.
Blondie comes up next, “I am Legolas from the woodland realm.”
Shortie #1, “Gimli Son of Gloin."
The small dark haired man child comes forward, "I am Frodo Baggins, and these are my friends Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck."
"What the-” you pause and cover Penny’s ears, “Fuck is all of this?"
It seems your actions amuse the taller dudes because their stand-offish demeanors diminish as they seem to deem you harmless (I mean who covers their dogs ears when cursing? Clearly you’re pathetic).
"I’m afraid I don’t know what to tell you.” Mr. Aragorn states.
“Well, start with where you come from, maybe?”
They all share a look before 'Legolas’ states, “We come from Middle Earth and have just traveled through the Mines of Moria."
You literally don’t know what any of that means.
"Well, alright. Right now, I can tell you that you’re on Regular Earth and in my living room.” You don’t mean to be so sarcastic, but both the functional and rational parts of your brain are failing you big time, “Do you know how you got here?"
You get 8 respective no’s, and while you expected that, it’s no less frustrating. "Shoulda seen that one coming, I guess."
The Gimli character looks you up and down and asks in his gruff voice, "And what about you, you’ve not told us who you are."
"Oh, right, my bad. I’m Y/N, and this cutie,” you reach down and pick up Penny’s front paws from the ground and wave them at the group, “Is Penny. She is the softest, sweetest, and cutest doggo you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. Disrespect her and there will be consequences."
You stand back up and pat Penny’s head, watching as they all nod their understanding and appear rather nervous suddenly.
"That was also a joke.”
Most of them relax.
You tap your foot a few times and seem to think over your options, looking away from them and out the window.
Clearly there is something very wrong going on here, so you can’t just throw them out, but at the same time you don’t have enough energy to deal with this today. And there’s the very real possibility that they could be psychos. But there’s also the fact that they seem to be a little worse for wear, some of them have puffy eyes, and is that blood? Their disheveled and tired appearances tug at your heart strings, and you find yourself wanting to help them.
“Okay, against my better judgement I have decided that I’m going to welcome the lot of you into my house until we can figure out what the hell is going on here.” This seems to surprise Aragorn and his two tall besties. “I don’t know why… but something is telling me that I should help you out, so I guess that’s what I’m going to do.”
Two of the small blond ones smile brightly, but you haven’t finished yet.
“But!” Their smiles drop and everyone seems rather serious again, “If any of you try anything funny or start any trouble, I will kick all of you out. I don’t know any of you, and you all have weapons. So if I’m gonna let you stay then you’re going to have to behave.”
“Miss Y/N, you do not have to-” Aragorn begins, but you put up your hand and shake your head.
“It’s fine. Just please don’t break anything, and if Penny wants head pats you had better give them to her."
It seems your rules are fair enough, because you get 8 more head nods.
The two small people attack the snack you made finally, and you find that you can’t help but to laugh a bit.
A thought then strikes you, "Oh!"
Everything pauses and every looks at you again, more alert, but you just roll your eyes at how on edge they are.
"I was just going to say that I have two bathrooms is anyone wants to wash up.”
#the lord of the rings#lord of the rings#lotr#dimension jumping#originally posted on ao3#tolkien#the fellowship of the ring#the fellowship x Reader#the fellowship of the ring x Reader#boromir#pippin#pippin took#peregrin took#merry#merry brandybuck#meriadoc brandybuck#aragorn#frodo#frodo baggins#sam#samwise gamgee#aragorn x reader#legolas#legolas greenleaf#legolas x reader#boromir x reader#merry brandybuck x reader#pippin took x reader#sam gamgee x reader#frodo x reader
246 notes
·
View notes
Text
LOTR FA: Frodo Marries Cornflower in Rivendell
My collab with @cinefantastiquemitho of Ian Holm's Frodo with my hobbit, Cornflower Baggins. I edited a few things, but the core is writing, so please praise them above me! The song featured is from the amazing Loreena McKennit, which I will link. It really projects how Cornflower feels towards Frodo leaving for Mordor later.
https://youtu.be/f5CPjlqZNfE
FRODO MARRIES CORNFLOWER IN RIVENDELL.
AN ORIGINAL IDEA BY: AMALTHEA9
WRITING BY: CINEFANTASTIQUEMITHO
The sun awoke.
And with him, the people of Rivendell.
Cornflower opened the curtains of her window, and saw a procession of elves, with Gandalf at their front, walking to sit on benches in front of a myrtle tree.
-Oh sweet stars, how many people!
Exclaimed Cornflower, surprised at the vision of the procession.
-Are you nervous, my dear?
Asked Arwen, sweetly behind her.
-Cornflower, nervous?! Ha! More nervous must be the groom!
Exclaimed Tulip coming to Cornflower’s side.
-I feel that I am just as nervous as him, Tulip.
Answered Cornflower shyly to her witty friend.
-There are almost more people here to watch our wedding than Uncle Bilbo’s 111 birthday party, back at the Shire. Seventeen years ago, our Uncle was the center of attention. Now, the center of attention will be Frodo and me. It’s difficult for us to get accustomed to it.
Arwen took Cornflower gently by the shoulders and slowly turned the sweet hobbit lady’s face to look at her warm blue eyes.
-From the moment you put on your dress and the niphredil crown, there will be no one watching you. There will be only Frodo, waiting to hold your hand and kneel at your feet under the myrtle tree.
Hearing these words of encouragement from the elven lady, Cornflower sighed with relief and gave her a joyful smile.
At this moment, Tulip took Cornflower’s hand, exclaiming:
-So let’s go to the baths and get ready! Because we cannot let poor Frodo wait! And Gandalf is impatient!
And holding hands, the two hobbit ladies ran swiftly from Arwen’s chambers, laughing in excitement and joy.
While the ladies were getting prepared for the ceremony in the baths, at Bilbo’s chambers, Glorfindel gave the final adjustments to a golden vest that clothed Frodo Baggins, who was looking anxious in front of a large mirror.
-And now we are... finished!
Exclaimed a proud Glorfindel.
-Earendil and Gil-Galad pale under my nephew’s handsomeness.
Said Bilbo proudly.
-Oh please, stop Bilbo, you are making me more nervous!
Replied Frodo, starting to tremble.
-Will you feel more calm if I say you actually look like an ugly troll?
Commented Boromir playfully.
-What he actually needs is a good cup of chamomile and fennel tea.
Commented Aragorn, offering a steaming cup to Frodo, who readily accepted it.
-But not the whole cup, Aragorn, or he will fall asleep for the rest of the day!
Now it was a concerned Legolas’s turn to remark.
-I think the groom would feel more calm if we give him some time alone. Come now, gentleman, let’s join the good wizard at the myrtle tree.
Suggested Gimli, gesturing like he was pushing all the man out of the chambers.
Aragorn was the last to leave,and he closed the door behind him.
Frodo looked around, realizing he was alone.
So he looked at his face in the mirror, and, with a handkerchief, cleaned a few drops of sweat from his forehead.
-What if she doesn’t want to marry me anymore? What will Ido?
Frodo asked his reflection.
Then he took a deep breath, and exclaimed, this time with a more confident voice:
-No, Frodo Baggins! She already made a dangerous journey away from the Shire to an unknown place, to be with you! She will not give up. Neither nor ever! She loves me and I love her!
As soon as he finished that proclamation, Frodo heard a knock at the door.
-Mister Frodo, are you ready?
It was the voice of Samwise.
-Yes Sam, come in!
Sam opened the door and entered.
-Sweet heavens! Cornflower will be the proudest bride when he sees you in that golden vests!
-Most proud will be dear lady Rosie Cotton, when you marry her.
Answered Frodo with a teasing grin.
Sam blushed at the remark.
-It is too soon to talk of dreams, Mister Frodo. Now, we must concentrate our attention on what is real. And what is real is that we are going to find Cornflower under the myrtle tree.
And quickly with a giggle and bright smile, Sam pushed Frodo out of Bilbo’s chambers. Frodo giggling along with Sam.
Finally, Frodo was under the myrtle tree, with Sam, Merry, and Pippin at his side. They were his three men of honor, who wore matching clothes of a fiery orange color.
Gandalf also was standing at their side. He still kept the grey clothing, but it appeared less ragged and more formal. Though his hat and staff were unchanged, because Cornflower insisted he wear the hat she loved so much.
In the front seats, there were sitting Aragorn, Arwen, Glorfindel, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli and his father Glóin.
Those men were also wearing fiery orange vests, while Arwen wore a beautiful blue dress.
Sam, Merry, and Pippin were watching Boromir’s lips, and ha the impression that he was saying something along the lines of “You still have time to run away, Frodo”. With a playful grin.
The three cheerful hobbits became anxious that Frodo would be seeing this and consider running away. But when they looked at the once blushing groom, they sighed with relief: His eyes weren’t looking in the direction of the benches, but instead to the free space between them, that was now being covered by a carpet of colorful flower petals released by Tulip, who came down the aisle wearing a pretty blue dress.
An female elf, adorned in white, began to play a golden harp and sing:
-The road now leads onward
As far as can be
Winding lanes
And hedgerows in threes
By purple mountains
Round every bend
All roads lead to you
There is no journey's end
Here is my heart and I give it to you
Take me with you across this land
These are my dreams, so simple and few
Dreams we hold in the palm of our hands
Right behind Tulip, came Cornflower, escorted by Uncle Bilbo, who was supported by his cane.
Bilbo was also matching his companions with fiery orange vests, along with a single niphredil pinned to his vest.
Cornflower wore a beautiful dress of a pale gold color, and her brown curls were adorned by a crown of niphredil flowers. The dress shimmered in the light of the sun, and to Frodo, she looked like an elven princess.
-Deep in the winter
Amidst falling snow
High in the air
Where the bells they all toll
And now all around me
I feel you still here
Such is the journey
No mystery to fear
Here is my heart and I give it to you
Take me with you across this land
These are my dreams, so simple so few
Dreams we hold in the palm of our hands
When Bilbo arrived with Cornflower to where Frodo stood, he kissed his beloved niece’s hand, and put it over Frodo’s hand. Then, the old adventurer walked away to sit at his old friend Glóin’s side.
-The road now leads onward
I know not where
I feel in my heart
That you will be there
Whenever a storm comes
Whatever our fears
The journey goes on
As your love ever nears
Then, Frodo and Cornflower slowly dropped to their knees while holding hands.
-Here is my heart and I give it to you
Take me with you across this land
These are my dreams, so simple and few
Dreams we hold in the palm of our hands
Lord Elrond came forward, and started to speak:
-It was the great Eru of the Iluvatar, God of Arda, that first gave birth to all of creation. He pledged to watch over us as his children. It is from his love of us that we first learned to love one another. It is from this love that we learn that a life lived alone is no life at all. We gather here today, under Eru's loving gaze, to bear witness to the union of two souls in eternal companionship. May they journey forth together in this life, and the next. Iin prosperity and poverty, in joy and hardship.
Frodo, son of Drogo. Do you agree to be bound together with Cornflower, daughter of Cotman, in love, now and forever?
-I do. Now and forever.
Frodo confirmed, beaming at Cornflower as tears ran down his blushing cheeks.
-And you Cornflower, daughter of Cotman: Do you agree to be bound together with Frodo, son of Drogo, in love, now and forever?
-I do. Now and forever.
Cornflower replied, her own eyes filled with joyful tears, beaming at her Frodo.
-If any of those who are here has any protests against this union, speak now...
Elrond didn’t even have time to finish the speech before Boromir was raising his hand. This worried the man and maid of honor. Fortunately, Cornflower and Frodo only had eyes for each other. So they did not seeing Boromir’s gesture.
-Please, my Lord, skip this part, the knees of those poor hobbits cannot stand the floor any longer!
Gimli could not resist nudging Boromir in the arm.
-Behave yourself, Boromir! This is a solemn ceremony!
-The wedding rings. Where are they?
Asked Elrond.
-Oh, give me just a moment.
Said Gandalf, taking off his hat and placing one hand inside it.
He searched inside it, making Cornflower giggle in delight, and from there made a clenched fist.
-There!
Opening his hand, Gandalf showed two silver rings.
-Fortunately I did not lose them!
Said the old wizard, handing the rings to the couple.
First, Frodo kissed the ring in his hand, and then placed it on Cornflower’s ring finger.
It was Cornflower’s turn to kiss the ring that she held, and placed it on Frodo’s ring finger.
-I proclaim you husband and wife. Bound together in love, now and forever. You may kiss.
With this declaration of Elrond, Frodo and Cornflower exchanged their first kiss as husband and wife.
The crowd of friends cheered with a chorus of “Long live Frodo, son of Drogo!” ;“Long live Cornflower, daughter of Cotman!”; “Long live the groom!”; “Long live the bride!”
And in that moment, the myrtle tree blessed the newly wed couple with it’s flowers.
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
Destiny Calling: Chapter 4
"I cannot believe—" "ow" "How you didn't tell them once— " "Arwen, there is a head under there." You winced as your sister roughly brushed your hair "How could you not mention you were an elf!? Or at least removed the cloak!? I'm sure Aragorn did!" She said. "He did! I just... Felt out of place. I responded to seeing four strangers by pulling up my hood, out of plain awkwardness I never removed it" you admitted. "Did you at least speak elvish in front of them?" Arwen asked. "Yes." You said. "Well that's good, they won't be completely oblivious to every aspect of you." She sighed. "Arwen, when you are on the road trying to not die, formalities tend to be absent." You said. "Clearly." She sighed, setting the brush down. "Your dress is on your bed." She sighed. "Why can't I just wear-" "Do not start with me. Remember I helped you get here." She halted. "You sound less and less like a sister and more like a mother." You sighed.
You looked at the dress, it's blue being soft and nearly matching what your sister usually wore. You grimaced but put it on, putting on your silver crown before walking out. "I didn't have to fight you. Thank the gods." Arwen said. You rolled your eyes. "They're out in the courtyard, go and greet them." She said. One night had passed since the incident, you feeling incredibly anxious. You were sure the trees must've tired of your constant asking of "are they okay? Tell me they're alive". You decided to leave nature alone this morning, rather than pester it again.
Aragorn felt slight relief when he saw your horse. Sam seemed very anxious about Frodo, pacing a lot as Merry and Pippin seemed more... Vocal about their anxieties. Aragorn had to sit through hours of "BUT ARE YOU SURE Y/N IS EVEN TRUSTWORTHY!?" From Merry. Pippin didn't seem to distrust you as much though. Aragorn suspected that you had spoken to Pippin at one point. You actually did go off with him to find herbs for a nasty cut that Merry got after he tripped. It was plausible that Pippin got to know you in that small amount of time.
Aragorn sighed as Merry was ranting over "Who goes on a journey for almost a week, and doesn't remove their hood the entire time!?"Pippin looked at Aragorn and then sighed. "Merry, there isn't anything to worry about with her. She left with Frodo because she was trying to save him, not because she had a plan to kill him." Pippin defended. Merry looked over. "Well— Woah." Merry paused as Arwen walked over. "Your friend is fine. He's alive. Asleep, but still alive." She said softly. "Where is he!?" Sam asked. "I will take you to him. A...Strider, Y/n is fine as well, I found her before she could be seriously hurt." Arwen said. "Where—" You walked out, seeing Aragorn. Sam and Merry gaped, seeing you without your cloak. "She...Was an elf?" Sam gaped as you hugged Aragorn.
"I never removed my cloak because it was awkward to do so by the point I knew all of you." You said. Sam locked onto the silver crown upon your head. "Princess..." He muttered. "I told you that you should have mentioned your status." Arwen muttered. "You're a princess!?" Merry gaped. "Well... What is royal status, really?" You said nervously, earning a snort from Aragorn. "Don't get me started on you." Arwen huffed. He straightened up and you sighed. "I didn't actually intend on hiding my identity Sam. I just—" "She felt incredibly awkward around us. She put up a cold front but she's actually nice." Pippin explained to Merry. You smiled. "Precisely." You nodded. "Just what did you two talk about while getting herbs?" Aragorn asked you.
"You." Arwen said, tapping his shoulder. "Me?" Aragorn asked. "Father wants you at that meeting. Clothes are already set out—" "Oh no." He breathed. "Do not make a scene like Y/n. I swear you two are becoming more and more like each other every passing day." Arwen muttered. "Where's Gandalf?" You asked. "Room next to Frodo's." She said. "I'll take Sam then. Show Merry and Pippin where the food is." you said.
You walked with Sam. "I didn't mean to conceal my identity mister Samwise... I am sorry." You apologized. "I'm sorry I didn't trust you or Strider. And it's alright to just call me Sam" He said, walking with a small frown. You sighed, opening the door to Frodo's room. "Make yourself comfortable mister Sam. If you need anything, ask a healer to point the way." You said. He nodded and you left, walking into Gandalf's room. He was smoking out of a pipe next to the window. "Saruman betrayed us." you said, closing the door behind you. "Indeed." Gandalf nodded. "What do we do?" You asked. "We attend the meeting. We hear what everyone has to say. We come up with a plan and we destroy that ring." He said. You nodded and sighed, messing with your dress's skirt. "Does he know of your plan?" He asked, referring to Aragorn's ignorance to your plan to leave with the group to destroy the ring. "No... He doesn't." You admitted. "What if he's in the group?" Gandalf asked. You swallowed hard. "Who all is going to be there at this meeting?" You asked. "Other elves, men and the dwarves." He said. "Men? Men from where?" you asked. "Gondor." Was all Gandalf said before you felt this shock go through you.
Foresight. Of course on the mention of Gondor. You had this vision of ten people, all faces blurry except two. Yours and a man from Gondor. Your vision seemed to shift and it was of you fighting in battle, the man dead in front of you. You stumbled forward, Gandalf catching you. "One of the men in the fellowship... He's destined for death." you whispered. "Who?" Gandalf asked. "His face was blurry... I couldn't tell you." You breathed. You sat down on the edge of the bed. "Someone in that fellowship is destined to die, whoever he is, is a man. Not an elf or a dwarf. It was a man." you said. "Do you need water?" Gandalf asked, noticing your pale face. You nodded and he picked up a silver pitcher, pouring you water into a glass. He handed it to you and you drank. "Breathe my dear girl, breathe." He said. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Do you think it was—" "No... no. I distinctly recall lighter hair than his." You said. "If you meet him tomorrow, will you recognize him?" Gandalf asked. "Probably." You nodded. "Try to soothe your nerves. Find Aragorn, he always seemed to calm you down." Gandalf said. You nodded, standing up. "Do you think Frodo will wake soon?" You asked. "Yes... I suspect within a few hours." He said. You nodded before walking to the door. "Gandalf?" You asked. He looked over. "I'm glad you're alive." You said. He smiled. "I'm glad you kept them safe." He said before you left.
You walked to your room, making sure your bag was still packed. You sighed sitting on the edge of your bed, putting your face in your hands before you heard the door open. You looked over to see Aragorn. "Gandalf said you seemed shaken up over something." He said. You sighed. "Men from Gondor are coming." You said. Aragorn rose a brow, sitting next to you. "I see...Well everyone has been calling me 'Strider' since—" "I had a vision... One of them is destined to die." You said. Aragorn looked at you, surprised by your prophetic words. "That's been happening more often. Visions..." He noticed. You nodded. "There is a change coming. Something big. And some sort of higher power clearly wants me aware." You said. He looked at you and then looked down to see your bag. "Haven't unpacked yet?" He asked. You seemed to tense up, which of course he noticed.
"Y/n, what are you not telling me?" He asked. Damn it. You could do a lot of things. Lying to Aragorn? Not one of them."...When the fellowship is formed, no matter who is escorting it, I am leaving with them." You said. He frowned. "Y/n, are you insane?" He asked. "My father failed." You said. Aragorn sighed. "There were two people there that day and my father did nothing. Instead he let Isildur walk away." You said. "What makes you think it will be different?" He asked. "Because I want to have a future with you. If we fail, the world will fall into the hands of a sadistic monster." You said. Aragorn looked at you. "Y/n... You've brought up our future a lot as of late, is there a particular reason why?" Aragorn asked. You sighed and shook your head. "I keep having this feeling... Something is going to change. Something is shifting. And now Gandalf is saying there's a possibility of a new age about to be ushered in." You said. "What is the age of?" He asked. "The Age of Men." You answered. "...I see.." he said. You sighed.
"This foresight... It was supposed to be a gift but right now at this particular moment it's more of a burden than anything." You murmured. Aragorn pressed a kiss to the side of your head. "Y/n, I ask that you at least try to spend some of these days in Rivendell as peaceful as you can. You need the rest." He said. You smiled softly at him, holding his hands. "I always find peace when you're present." You said. You absolutely adored the man sitting next to you, and judging by the love in his eyes he was completely in love with you too. Aragorn seemed to look at your hands. "If you leave with that group... I will leave with them too." he said. You frowned. "Aragorn I can't ask that of you—" "You're not asking me to do anything. I'm volunteering." He said softly. You sighed. "Aragorn... What if I lose you?" You asked. "And what if I lose you?" he asked. You sighed again. "I'm not stopping you am I?" You asked. "No." He admitted.
You shook your head. "I can't stop you from making your own choices..." You said. "Can we get something to eat now? We've survived off of lembas bread for so long, I'm beginning to forget what other foods taste like." He asked making you laugh. You nodded. You walked out of your room before you saw Sam running past you. "What's going on?" you asked. "Frodo's awake!" Sam said. Aragorn walked in, standing next to you. Frodo looked over at you with slight surprise. "Elf- you're an elf?" He asked. You nodded. "I apologize for not saying anything before." you said. "It's fine... Really- you...You saved my life." He said. You smiled softly. "Actually my father did most of the work." you said. "Your father?" he asked. "Lord Elrond." Gandalf said. You heard footsteps and turned to see your father. "Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins." Elrond said. Frodo sat up, looking at him. "May we speak?" He asked. Frodo slowly stood up, walking out with Elrond.
"Come on. I believe food was mentioned." you whispered. "Right." Aragorn nodded. "Sam, have you eaten?" You asked. "...no." He said. "Come on then. Rest for a bit." You said softly. He looked at Frodo's bed and then you before nodding. "I don't know my way around... Do you mind?" He asked. "I'm happy to be your guide mister Samwise." you said with a joking salute. He smiled as you walked. "So are you really a princess?" He asked making Aragorn chuckle. He walked with the two of you. "That's what the coronation was for." you said. "You have to be coronated to be a princess?" Sam asked. "Oh yes. It's quite long. And very, very boring." Aragorn said making you laugh. "That sums it up perfectly." You said chuckling. "You were at the coronation?" Sam asked Aragorn. "Yes. As I recall he started taking bets on which guard I was going to make laugh first." You said with a grin. "Did he win?" Sam asked. "Indeed I did." Aragorn said making you laugh.
You all ate, Sam relaxing for a little bit before it was clear he got in his own mind. Would they be able to make it home? Would he be able to keep Frodo safe? How bad was this going to be? Was this truly over? Well, Sam was freaking out now as he packed his bag the following morning, trying to remember what he might be forgetting. Lord knows Merry or Pippin wouldn't know. "No...What have I forgotten?" He asked himself, unaware that Frodo was watching. "Packed already?" Frodo asked, making Sam jump. "No harm in being prepared." Sam said, turning back to his bag. "I thought you wanted to see the elves, Sam." Frodo said. Sam looked down. " I did. It's just..." Sam sighed. "We did what Gandalf wanted, didn't we? We got the Ring this far, to Rivendell...and I thought... seeing as how you're on the mend, we'd be off soon. Off home." He said. "We did what we set off to do..." Frodo agreed, looking at the ring in his palm. "The ring will be safe in Rivendell... I am ready to go home." Frodo said.
You sighed, leaning against the column waiting for the potential fellowship members. "You seem nervous." Aragorn said, his hands on your waist as he spoke in your ear. "Having a fellowship that is potentially saving the world, has a tendency to do that." You muttered. You were trying not to think about your previous vision. A white steed rode in with a familiar face making you gasp. "Oh here we go." Aragorn muttered before you sprinted off. You rushed down, hugging the traveler's next. The elf laughed. "Y/n! What's it been, forty years?" Legolas asked. "That's rubbish, I've written to you!" you said. He chuckled before looking over. "Ar—" "SHH!" you both halted. You both nodded to the hobbits walking around. "Strider!" Legolas corrected. You nodded and Strider shook his hand as another rider rode in. You looked over seeing the man on horseback. The face might've been blurry but the light brown hair definitely matched the vision. You locked onto him, heart pounding as you looked at him. He dismounted and looked over, raising a brow. "Do I know you?" The man asked. You shook your head. "Strider I have to... Go speak with father." you muttered. He noticed that look in your eyes before you left. He was definitely the one you had a vision of.
Aragorn spoke with Legolas watching the man with his sword. He noticed the man's clothes, seeing the horse he rode in on. He was definitely from Gondor. If he was sent to protect the ring, he definitely was of some sort of higher status. "Please feel free to explore while your here." Arwen said to him before walking over. "Legolas, old friend! It's been a long time!" She said hugging him. "Arwen, who is that man?" Aragorn asked. "Boromir. Son of Denethor II." She answered. His eyes wandered back over. He knew exactly who he was now.
The Stewart Prince to Gondor.
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
This Is Us Chapter 6
Pairing: Legolas x OC!Reader
Word Count: 3392
Warnings: Canon violence, character death
Summary: When the One Ring was found, it becomes a journey across Middle Earth to destroy it. Watch as the Fellowship is formed, and crossed the continent, where loyalty will be tested, and love will blossom at the most unexpected places.
A/n: Sorry for taking ages to write this up, but here it is! Thanks everyone for patiently waiting. But y'all know what happens here.
Chapter 5 ~ Masterlist ~ Chapter 7
An elegant ship, carved in the likeness of a swan, flows through a river. Galadriel stood in it. On shore, cloaks were fastened around each of the Fellowship with green, silver-veined leaf-brooches.
"Never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people. May these cloaks help shield you from unfriendly eyes," The Lord of Lothlorien spoke as he watched.
As elves prepared for the departure of the Fellowship, Legolas stood among them, shifting parcels into a set of boats provided by the Galadhrim. He held up a thin wafer for Merry and Pippin to see, as they sat within one of the boats.
"Lembas! Elvish Way-bread. One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man." The elf prince announced.
You rolled your eyes at him in turn, stepping back onto the shore for last minute provisioning.
"Every league you travel south, the danger will increase. Mordor Orcs now hold the eastern shore of the Anduin." Celeborn continued. ""Nor will you find safety on the western bank. Strange creatures bearing the mark of the White Hand have been seen on our borders. Seldom do Orcs journey in the open, under the sun, yet these have done so!"
You sighed. It had to be Saruman doing, that you were sure of. You paused in your steps, and looked down. Celeborn held an ornate dagger before you.
"Le aphadar aen." (You are being tracked.)
You gently grasped it, and unsheathed it, watching as the blade glinted. "We can still finish this."
He nodded slowly. "By river you have the chance of outrunning the enemy to the Falls of Rauros."
You took one last glance at your reflection on the blade before safely sheathing it away. "It is time, Celeborn. Le hannon." (I thank you.)
"Alena," Haldir whispered, pulling the half elf into a tight hug. "Stay safe. Im mel cin." (I love you.)
They shared a quick kiss, before the marchwarden released his fiancee, and watched as she carefully climbed into the same boat with Aragorn.
"Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrien,
Yéni úntimë ve rámar aldaron!
yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni…"
(Alas! Like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
long years numberless as the wings of the trees! The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West,beneath the vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice…)
"My gift for you, Legolas, is a bow of the Galadhrim, worthy of the skill of our woodland kin," Galadriel spoke when you sat safely within the boat with Legolas steadying you.
Ever since that fateful night, you had cautiously grown fond of him. Your smiles were less forced when around him, and your laughs were infectious. Love came hard for the elven, and when it did happen, it was an immortal kind. You patted his hand as the elven prince stared in awe of the beautifully gifted carved bow.
Galadriel smiled at his thanks, and turned to Merry and Pippin next. "These are the daggers of the Noldorin. They have already seen service in war."
Pippin seemed unsure of the weapon in his hand, almost trembling.
"Do not fear, young Peregrin Took. You will find your courage." The Lady of Light spoke with a gentle smile before turning to Sam. "And for you, Samwise Gamgee: Elven rope, made of hithlain."
"Thank you, my lady," He glanced sidelong at the blades held by Merry and Pippin, then looked up hopefully. "Have you run out of those nice, shiny daggers?"
Galadriel smiled at him, but turned to Gimli, who diverted his eyes downwards.
"And what gift would a Dwarf ask of the Elves?" Galadriel spoke, her golden hair shining beneath the poignant blues and whites and greens of the forest.
Nothing." He frowned as though he was changing his mind. "Except to look upon the Lady of the Galadhrim one last time, for she is more fair than all the jewels beneath the earth."
You grinned at his words, while the elf lady giggled. He turned away to face the front of the boat before looking back at her again.
"Actually, there was one thing , ah, agh, that's quite impossible. Stupid to ask."
Once his request was fulfilled, she next turned to Aragorn. There was silence for a moment. Branches shook, a spider web's glimmering strands swayed in the wind.
"I have nothing greater to give, than the gift you will bear. Take care of her well. She only has me left." She paused, looking out at the river. "But You have your own choice to make, Aragorn, to rise above the height of all your fathers since the days of Elendil, or to fall into darkness with all that is left of your kin."
He nodded.
"Namárië. Nadath nâ i moe cerich. Dan ú-'eveditham, Elessar." (Farewell. There is much you have yet to do. We shall not meet again, Elessar.)
Aragorn nodded once more, turning away. Galadriel turned to the last of the hobbits, and handed him a crystalline vessel shaped like a teardrop, filling with a clear water and a shining light.
"Farewell, Frodo Baggins. I give you the light of Eärendil, our most beloved star." and kissed him briefly on the forehead. "May it be a light for you, in dark places, when all other lights go out."
Next, she turned to Alena, who grinned up at her grandmother. "I too have nothing to give to you, as you have the greatest gift of all. Cherish it well, my granddaughter. I have taught you well, and I hope you may come out victorious."
You watched as Alena dipped her head, and spoke quietly in return. A tender smile appeared on Galadriel before she turned to the last member of the Fellowship.
You.
"And what will the daughter of the High Valars want?" She spoke within your mind.
"You know what I wish for," You spoke instead, watching her.
There was a moment before the elf lady acquiesced with a nod of her own. "You have my word, Y/N."
And drew out a compact compass. "For when you lose sight of yourself and of the Fellowship. I hope that this will guide you in the right direction."
"Thank you," You replied, reaching out to grasp it, half in awe.
"Rinn- safelui bar." (Return safely home.)
A paddle splashed loudly into the water. As the Fellowship rows through the river, past the Elves onshore, out onto the river, leaving Lórien behind. White mountains rise starkly beneath blue skies and green trees. In the boats, Gimli talks to Legolas.
"I have taken my worst wound at this parting, having looked my last upon that which is fairest. Haugh, henceforth I will call nothing fair unless it be her gift to me."
"What was it?" The elf smirked from behind you.
"I asked her for one hair from her golden head. She gave me three."
You smiled at the interaction, paddling along. Soon it didn't take long for Legolas to take over the owing. Before long, the Fellowship's boats passed through a canyon. Alena glanced worriedly at Frodo's boat across the water, as she gently rowed hers and Aragorn's boat.
"Frodo, look! The Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old. My kin," Aragorn spoke, lifting his head, half-smiled and tapped Frodo on the shoulder.
Two, marble white, majestic statues proudly stood on each side of the Anduin. Their left arms held aloft, their palms facing outwards in a simple gesture of warning. Voices sang out softly in the light.
"Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta!'"
(Out of the Great Sea to Middle-Earth I am come. In this place I will abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world!)
"Beautiful statues," You commented, laying back comfortably as Legolas rowed. Alena from your left in agreement.
"They certainly are," The half elf replied.
It didn't take long for the group to disembark on a gravel beach, a spectacular roaring waterfall behind. Boromir looks troubled, as though he was fighting a conflict within him. Frodo skirted around the Captain of the White Tower, looking afraid.
"We cross the lake at nightfall. Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north," Aragorn spoke as he carried the items from each boat onto the shore.
Alena and Legolas left the makeshift camp to hunt for any nearby game. You and the hobbits started making camp, a little more cozier than just the dirt and sand for comfort.
"Oh, yes?! It's just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An impassable labyrinth of razor sharp rocks! And after that, it gets even better!" Gimli sarcastically replied, dragging the heavier weapons towards where Sam was forming rocks in a circle.
"Frodo, Merry, let us gather wood for the fire," Boromir beckoned the two hobbits away. Frodo's eyes locked onto yours briefly, and all you could recognize was the helplessness, the weight of the evil ring around his neck, and the fear, before he followed after the others.
You shook your head.
"Festering, stinking marshlands, far as the eye can see!" The dwarf continued, although half of the company was gone.
"That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf." Aragorn drawled.
"Recover my-?! Nooo."
"We could leave now," You suggested, interjecting into the conversation with a shrug.
"No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for cover of darkness." Aragorn argued with a matter of fact tone.
"It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near. I can feel it," Your gaze turned towards the dark pine woods, with a dark, brooding statue nestled amongst their needles. "We are not alone."
"Where's Frodo?" Merry piped up, returning with some wood in his arms.
“Didn't he go with you and Boromir?" You stood up, dusting the dirt off your knees.
"We got split up."
Aragorn turned his gaze toward Boromir's shield laying amongst the rest of his belongings. Then turned to you with that knowing look within his eyes.
Something bad was about to happen. Evil lurked around every crevice and corner.
You cursed loudly, sprinting after Alena and Legolas. Aragorn was hot on your heels, all the while calling for the two.
"Frodo?"
"Frodo?"
"Frodo!" Aragorn called from your right, rushing towards the hobbit. Before him was a high structure on the cliff edge, surrounded by the pines. A stairway ran up through its center, to a seat dwarfed by stone eagles on top.
You hurried to the other side of the hobbit, equally concerned. "Frodo, what happened? Where's Boromir?"
"Huh?! It has taken Boromir." The hobbit looked startled.
"Where is the Ring, Frodo?" You asked.
"Stay away!" The hobbit scrambled up and retreated from Aragorn, who went after him.
"Frodo, please," The Ranger pleaded. "I swore to protect you!"
"Can you protect me from yourself?!" The hobbit turned back to you and Aragorn, holding the ring upon his palm. "Would you destroy it?"
There was silence as the breeze blew. Slowly, the Ranger approached the hobbit, seemingly entranced by the power of it. You on the other hand, grounded your feet into the ground, refusing to let the evil sway your beliefs.
The power was small, compared to yours, but the promises within still affected you. A trial, you realized a little too late, to test your very being.
Aragorn reached out towards the Ring. With both hands slightly shaking, he closed Frodo's hand over the Ring and pushed it back towards the Hobbit's chest. "I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of Mordor."
"I know. Look after the others, especially Sam. He will not understand." He turned to you afterwards, and you nodded in turn.
Suddenly Aragorn straightened up, drawing his sword. "Orcs."
"Go, Frodo. Run." You grabbed your bow and an arrow. "Run!"
Quickly, you and the Ranger ran out from beneath the ruin and found a troop of Uruk-hai advancing.
Briefly, he tapped his sword once to his forehead before charging towards the nearest Uruk-hai.
You drew an arrow, and letting it go to see an Orc fell to it.
"Find the Halflings! Yaggh! Find the Halflings!" One of them chanted.
"Elendil!" Aragorn yelled, slicing two more out of his away.
In response, Legolas, Alena, and Gimli ran forward from behind the the ruin. As Legolas shot down several Uruk-hai, Gimli landed blows with his axe. While Alena sliced through multiple with her dual swords, you eagerly shot those that came too close to anyone.
Across the way, Merry and Pippin hid in a space under some fallen tree trunks, before spying Frodo close to them.
"Frodo!" Merry hissed, gaining the attention of the other hobbit.
"Hide here! Quick! Come on!" Pippin indicated a spot beside him.
Frodo glanced at them, then sadly shook his head.
"What's he doin', Merry?"
"He's leavin'."
"What?! No!" Pippin lept out of his spot and toward where Frodo hid.
"Pippin!"
Soon, both hobbits found themselves out in an open. Several Uruk-hai sprinted down the hill, towards them and brandishing their weapons, teeth bared.
"Run, Frodo! Go!" Merry quietly spoke, before cupping his hands, and shouts louder at the oncoming orcs. "Hey! Hey you! Over here!"
"Hey!"
"Over here!"
"This way!" Pippin jumped up and down, arms flailing around.
As both Hobbits ran away from Frodo, the Uruk-hai troops followed with a loud roar of anger. Taking the chance, Frodo made a break for it, running in the opposite direction.
Back at the hilltop, you, Alena, Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli continued to fight the Uruk-hai. In one smooth move, Legolas stabbed one Uruk with an arrow then shot it out at another. Gimli wielded his axe. As Aragorn stabbed one behind his back, Alena sliced cleanly through another.
In a hurry,, Merry and Pippin ran across an old stone bridge. At its far end, they stopped in horror as the Uruk-hai closed in, both in front and from behind. As an Uruk runs up to them, raising his battleaxe, Boromir came charging into the mix, roughly knocking the Uruk back, and killing him with his own axe.
Yet more closed in.
"There's too many!" You called, slicing the head off an orc cleanly off its shoulder. Before anyone could respond, three loud horn blasts were heard from down the slope.
"The horn of Gondor!"
"Boromir!"
Aragorn was the first to run down the slope towards the sound, but numerous Uruks stood between him and Boromir. The Captain sounded the Horn of Gondor again. This time, the Uruks rose their weapons, and charged at Boromir.
"Run, hobbits! Run!" He cried out, slicing through the first of many enemies that came at him. Soon you and the rest of the Fellowship followed in kind, shooting arrows and stabbing through the troops of Uruk-hai in a futile attempt to reach the Captain.
The captain of the Uruk-hai stepped forward from within the safety of his troops, and aimed a black-fletched bow and arrow before letting go.
You briefly closed your eyes, grimacing as you heard the gasp from Boromir, and the thud as he fell to his knees.
Merry stopped in mid-throw of a rock as Boromir, in shock. As the Uruks came closer again once more, Boromir let out a battle cry, rose, and swung his sword at one, who fell.
The Uruk chieftain growled, walking down the slope. He lifted his bow, and shot again, just as Boromir turned to look at him.
A black arrow flew into Boromir's stomach. He dropped to his knees again, gasping. Merry and Pippin still stood in shock, rocks in hand. You heard a scream from beside. Was it Alena?
He dropped his heavy head again, both gasping and panting at the exertion for air. Boromir stared at them for a moment before getting back up, and swung his sword at another Uruk.
The captain shot at him one last time, in the chest. Boromir fell to his knees, and this time stayed there, swaying a little and blinking, as though he was surprised that this was it. His horn cloven into two. Merry and Pippin watched him, aghast.
In turn, they took up their swords and attacked the Uruk-hai. "Ahgh!" "For Boromir!
However the Uruk-hai simply lifted them up and carried them off. Merry and Pippin waved their arms frantically. "Help! Help!!!"
The Uruk-hai troop walked away from Boromir, wholooksed on helplessly. The captain stopped before his foe, who defiantly swallowed and glared back.With an ugly snarl,the chieftain pulled his bow back, ready to deliver the final blow.
Instead, you and Legolas both let go of your arrows, one hitting the neck, and the other at the hand. Now angry that his arrow went awry, the Uruk-hai turned to you, not noticing Aragorn until it was too late.
As Aragorn closed in on the Orc and in a flurry of swordplay, sliced his arm off and then stabbed him through the chest. The captain pulled himself up on the sword, closer to Aragorn, snarling in both pain and anger.
You let go of your arrow, watching with narrowed eyes as it hit the forehead. Before the orc could respond, the Ranger pulled his sword out of the Orc, and hacked off the Uruk-hai's head.
Panting, you and the rest of the Fellowship lowered your weapons. After a brief pause, Aragorn beelined straight for Boromir. "No!"
"Go! Go after them. Aragorn and I will catch up," You turned to the rest, whom swiftly left. Save for Alena, who hesitated, before agreeing with a nod.
Boromir, pale and bloodied, laid on his back. Aragorn kneeled beside Boromir, who grabbed the other's shoulder. "They took the little ones."
"Be still."
"Frodo! Where is Frodo?"
"I let Frodo go."
"Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him."
"The Ring is beyond our reach now."
"Forgive me. I did not see it. I have failed you all."
"No, Boromir, you fought bravely! You have kept your honor," You spoke instead, kneeling on the other side of him. Aragorn placed a hand on an arrow protruding from the captain.
"Leave it! It is over. The world of men will fall, and all will come to darkness; and my city to ruin."
"I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail!"
"Our people? Our people." He reached for his sword. Instead, you placed the hilt in his hand, and helped Boromir clasp it to his chest. "I would have followed you my Brother, my Captain, my King!"
You placed a hand on his chest, and smiled slightly at Aragorn. "Go on. I'll follow soon."
With a kiss on the captain's forehead, the Ranger straightened up, and followed in the direction after the others.
"Boromir, son of Denethor, Captain of the White Tower," You spoke quietly, grasping his hand in your other. "Listen to me very closely."
"Y/N?" He croaked in confusion.
You leaned into his ear. "You have fought bravely, honorably. For your friends, for your people, for your country, and for Middle Earth. You have done much to keep the peace, and I need someone like you in the future."
You paused.
"Sina na- vamme i tyelde, captain. Ni indóme cen- tye en-. Tenna i lú, phata hendulya ar n- at senda. Ni am i -iel -o i valaina manwë ar vesse varda. Let sina n-.
(This is not the end, captain. I will see you again. Until the time, close your eyes and be at peace. I am the daughter of the Valar Manwë and his wife Varda. Let this be.)
Boromir's eyes brightened up at the recognition, and looked more at peace atthe words, as though he was guilty for earlier. He squeezed your hand one more time with the last of his waning strength in agreement, before closing his eyes.
And took his last breath.
N- a captain an men. Yare dagor dagornath, tye are -esse maure, yondo -o denethor.
(Be a captain for men. When Dagor Dagornath, you are in need, son of Denethor.)
Eats Everything: @asraime @mournthewicked @aspiring-ginger
#legolas#prince legolas#legolas x oc#legolas x reader#legolas greenleaf#lord of the rings#lotr#lotr fanfic#tolkien#this is us#deb writes
12 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
masters-henry
Henry
rahesunnat366
Rahe Sunnat Media
janecoyote
Sad Girl Poetry
yumieffbaby-blog-blog
i SPEAK SWAG
aneksi12-blog
Kimberly Michelle