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justsomerandomfanfic · 10 months

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Hi! If you're still taking matchup requests could I please get one for LOTR and The Hobbit? Thanks so much 😊

I would probably prefer a male ship, and I go by she/her pronouns. I'm autistic with scoliosis and chronic joint pain that affects every joint in my body, from my hands to my ankles. I'm honestly not very good at taking care of myself because I often forget to eat and have a hard time letting myself rest even when I'm in pain. I'm really short like 4' 10" tall (142 cm) with long wavy brown hair and glasses. I don't feel comfortable leaving the house without a veil (bandana) or my Mjolnir necklace on.

I'm a witch whose main focus is on working with different spirits. I'm also currently planning to study Greek so I can go to college for Anthropology and study Mediterranean and Eastern European folk magic. My other hobbies include sewing, writing, journaling and drawing.

I'm very witty and good at making people laugh. I am very friendly and very sweet and I try really hard to be a good person, but if I feel wronged or like you've hurt someone I love I can actually become quite cold. I love people but I'm also an introvert who needs my space to just sit and zone out. I'm very very knowledgeable about a huge array of different things. I'm a big believer that humanity has the capacity for good and I love telling stories.

Thanks so much love, I hope you have a spectacular day/night! Take care of yourself and remember to drink lots of water!

Hello! Thank you for requesting a matchup! I am excited for you to see this bad boy ;) I hope you like it <33333

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Lord Of The Rings;

Samwise Gamgee:

🥔 You met Sam when he and his Hobbit friends went to Rivendell for figuring out who's going to take the ring to Mordor; you lived in Rivendell, being great friends with Lord Elrond, (you had pretty cool witchy powers that helped Elrond sometimes)

🥔 While the meeting was going on, you wandered a bit with Sam, he seemed a bit bored hanging around and waiting so you offered him some company; you both go to know each other, you learned that Sam loved gardening and plants in general, and Sam found out that you liked to write and draw

🥔 You had to stay back with Elrond when Sam went with Frodo and the other Fellowship members, but Sam promised that after the ring was destroyed, he'd come and see you before he went home; you both felt an incredibly strong connection between the two of you, and you had shed a few tears for Samwise The Brave as he left

🥔 After Sam got back, you reunited and spoke the entire time he was waiting for Frodo to wake up; Sam told you all about what happened and all the orcs he faced, you couldn't help but smile as he told you everything

🥔 It was hard for Sam to leave you, so he asked if you wanted to come with him, and of course, you said yes; there, Sam cooked you the best foods, (for lunch, dinner, tea time, elevensies, and whenever), he is always there to remind you to eat and rest, (which he cleaned out a storage room for you to have as a resting room whenever you got overstimulated and need to rest in peace and quiet, (such a little gentleman <3)

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The Hobbit;

Bilbo Baggins:

🌱 You met Bilbo when you were trying to get all the Dwarves to stop tossing his dishes around, even though none of them broke, you were worried about the Hobbit, you and your Dwarven friends had basically barged in and you felt pretty bad for that; you did apologize to Bilbo many times, offering to clean up after they were all done eating, (you knew that they were going to make a huge mess), and Bilbo was like (ू•ᴗ•ू)

🌱 You also helped Bilbo when he fainted, bringing him to his chair as you waved your hand to fan him, asking Ori to be a dear and bring you a glass of water for the poor Hobbit; when Bilbo awoke, he was still (ू•ᴗ•ू) and thought you were so pretty and sweet (please don't smile at him, you'll give him a heart attack)

🌱 Finally on the journey to the mountain, you rode alongside Bilbo, you both talking about everything and anything, from his love for peace and quiet and you agreeing, to your love for writing, and him agreeing; Bilbo is really interesting in all your interests, especially when you told him that you were a witch (you've bewitched him)

🌱 Bilbo also becomes quite protective of you as the days and nights go by, from making sure you have something to eat when dinner is made over the fire, and making sure you are taking breaks when you need them, and even cuddling you at night if you are too cold, (he asks first, he's such a gentleman); you fell deeper in love with the Hobbit after you had lost your favorite Mjolnir necklace during an orc fight, and Bilbo searched the grass until he found it for you, (now it was your turn to (ू•ᴗ•ू) your heart was a-fluttering)

🌱 Bilbo is in love, his heart skipping a beat with every little laugh you expel, his stomach filling up with beautiful blue butterflies, he always sighs dreamily when he thinks of you; you are obviously in love as well, obsessed with his little curls, the way his nose twitches when he's thinking or otherwise, and when he cares so much for your mental and physical well-being, you can't get over him

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Fool Of A Took - Peregrin ‘Pippin’ Took

Requested By: @iwazoomingouttahere

Hola!!! I was wonderinggggggggggg if my favorite writer could write a pippin x f! reader where she’s a hobbit and his girlfriend/fiancée and she’s part of the fellowship, but she’s constantly underestimated due to the fact she’s a female so when after a battle everyone remembers she’s “a delicate female” and panic because she wasn’t with them only to turn around and see her literally standing on top of a pile of orcs they realise that they’re in the presence of a badass and there’s fluff insuing

I changed it up only slightly because of how I feel most hobbits would react in said situation. Also, I feel like the first half is a let down but definitely improves. I just wanted to mainly give a little run down of how reader joins the quest and some points as to what had happened I guess.

Overall, it still fits with what you had asked for I believe so I really do hope you enjoy it. Also, I think this is the shortest amount of time you’ve ever had to wait for your request to be finished lmao (Well done me!)

Warnings: Mentions of battle. Mentions of blood. Mentions of injury. Mostly sweet. (LIKE ITS SO SWEET BRUH. MY FUCKING SUGAR LEVELS BE THROUGH THE ROOF WITH HOW SWEET THIS SHIT IS). Most likely, highly inaccurate to actual movie events.

Words: 2,804

Pairings: Peregrin ‘Pippin’ Took x reader (female reader) (Hobbit reader). Merry, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli (platonic)

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All this happened when Merry and your long-time partner Pippin convinced you to go with them to Farmer Maggots’ field to snatch up some carrots, cabbage, potatoes, and mushrooms. You probably would have continued to wander about the Shire if that weren’t the case, and you couldn’t be happier about it. It would have driven you insane if Pippin had left without a word, without you.

You joined Frodo and Samwise in delivering what you learnt was a powerful, dangerous ring to Lothlórien. As they discussed such topics as Sam, Merry, Pippin, and yourself listened in, you learned of the dangerous task they had to go through to destroy the item in question.

You knew the second that Frodo had volunteered himself as the bearer of the ring, to carry such a burden himself, you would be thrusted into such journey on your own accord. Dwarf after elf after man volunteered themselves to accompany him and the council of Elrond declared the group The Fellowship of The Ring.

The son of Thranduil was one member, the brash dwarf known as Gimli was another. Two of the race of men were the next members. Then finally, five hobbits, consisting of yourself, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin made up the whole Fellowship.

Time passed and you all faced hurdles that most would never find themselves surviving through. Poor Boromir taking three arrows to the chest, being separated from the others as Pippin and Merry get taken by the Uruk-hai where then Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and yourself pursue them into Rohan, all while Frodo and Sam continued on to Mordor to destroy the ring at Mount Doom.

You, your beloved, and his cousin reunite at the crumbling walls of Isengard where you stumbled upon them eating and smoking pipe-weed to their hearts content and after finally finishing any business in Isengard, you had all set off towards Rohan once more.

That night, you had felt Pippin shift away from you as you laid together in Meduseld but thought nought of it. Then, a strangled cry rang out through where you all slept, waking everyone. You watch in concern as Gandalf scolded Pippin who seemed frightened. Of what, you did not know.

The following morning, Gandalf had prepared to leave with Pippin to Gondor and you were adamant on going with, refusing to be left behind and be separated from Pippin once more. You were quite the stubborn hobbit.

“You nor Meriadoc will come with us! This is an important matter that must be dealt with, without either of you. It is bad enough that I must babysit one hobbit, never mind two or three of you,” Gandalf bellowed.

“Listen here, you old croon, I will not take no for an answer!” you countered. “That hobbit right there, that hobbit you plan to take from me, is the love of my life and I’ll be damned if I’ll allow you to do so! I will only follow once you leave anyways, so it would simply be easier to take me with you, you fool!”

With much hesitation and distaste, Gandalf had reluctantly allowed you to head towards Gondor with them, Pippin smiling widely at you, admiring your strong will and determination, your bravery for standing up in such a way.

Your time in Gondor passed with many complications, Denethor being a large one at that. Thinking back on it, it was now nothing but a haze, especially when you had been refused to fight alongside the others during the Battle of Gondor. The battle you were currently fighting was utterly and completely occupying your mind.

The Battle of Morannon was difficult, tiring, exhausting in all senses to each and every attended. For your small stature and femininity, you struck down enemy after enemy with strong swipes and strikes of your sword. You were panting, heavily breathing, chest heaving, sweaty and covered in dirt and blood. Your armour felt loose and heavy but protected you as intended.

The sword felt heavier with each swing and your throat began to feel hoarse due to your war cries. You lost sight of any companion you had met during this long, tiring journey, no familiar faces nearby. You prayed that Pippin was safe and still amongst the living, wishing desperately to not find his body lying on the ground, lifeless and cold.

You could only hope that any of the others were winning against the enemies they came face to face with. With a huff, you refocused on the battle surrounding you, quickly running to the defence of a man who had been outnumbered.

Before you could fight further, a deep rumble within the ground was felt below your feet. Each of those in battle turned to look towards past the Black Gate and there, they see the tower fall and Mount Doom erratically shake and erupt with flaming molten which then cascaded down its side. Frodo had done it, he had destroyed the One Ring.

The orcs wanted to retreat, now no longer under the influence of Sauron but the army of the West did not yield. The 300 hundred soldiers of Gondor and 200 of Rohirrim charged bravely towards the orcs, striking them down with no remorse, no mercy.

All too soon, it had felt as though the battle fizzled out to nothing and those who lived were surrounded by the stench of death from those orcs that litter the floor.

While you had been hunched over, trying to regulate your breathing once more, bent over with your hands on your knees, heaving deeply for oxygen to enter and fill your lungs, Pippin began to run around quite like a headless chicken, searching for you with his flittering, desperate eyes.

He called out your name, but it seemed rather fruitless. Those who survived cheered at their victory, some chatting quite loudly as they reunite with friends, brothers, fathers. He weaved through tall bodies in search of you, feeling bile rise up in his throat each time he looked to the ground, hoping he wouldn’t find you amongst the fallen.

The first person he recognised he had stumbled upon was Aragorn, who had surprisingly looked far better off than he had originally thought he would appear to be. “Aragorn!” Pippin shouted over to him, his small stature pushing past though of tall men.

Aragorn whipped around and a relieved smile reared itself. “Pippin! I am glad to see you are alright,” he exclaimed.

“Have you seen the others?” Pippin sounded hopeful, wanting nothing more to see his friends safe, to see his friends safe.

Just as Aragorn parted his lips to respond, the unmistakable boisterous laugh of Gimli sounded near them. Both Pippin and Aragon gazed over to find Gimli and Legolas speaking to one another as Merry looked up towards them with a wide smile.

Yet, you were nowhere in sight still.

“Friends!” Aragorn called, gaining the attention of the three that shout away from them instantly, all lighting up further as they see the rightful king of Gondor and the Took hobbit. Merry quickly ran over to Pippin as fast as his little hobbit legs could take him, jumping over the corpses’ of orcs and such, seemingly unfazed by the bodies that litter the ground.

Pippin was crushed within a hug by his best friend and cousin as the dwarf and the elf made their way over to join them, and as much as he was happy to see him, he couldn’t reciprocate the happiness they all exuded to the same extreme. Merry pulled back, still smiling widely, that was until he spotted Pippins’ expression. “What is it?” he asked.

“I-I can’t find Y/N,” Pippin replied, the sweet accent of his you loved dearly only making his voice sound more broken.

“We’ll find her, Pip.” Merry spoke with such resolute and determination, Pippin had almost believed him, as if his friend wasn’t being a complete fool in believing you were alright.

“Aye lad, she’s probably around here somewhere. Most likely looking for you,” Gimli chimed in, earning nods of agreement from Aragorn and Legolas. Merry hummed in approval of the dwarfs’ words.

Even though they had strong hopes for finding you alive and well, they couldn’t help but feel the concern wash over them in powerful waves. They knew of your strong will, your stubbornness, you great knack of good luck, but they also hadn’t ignored the fact that you were still a female, a hobbit, nonetheless. You were precious and delicate within their eyes, something to be kept safe and treasured. They weren’t even entirely sure how they had allowed you to join them on the battlefield.

You charmed your way, persuaded them with your powerful yet reassuring words. Most people thought you to be silver tongued, able to work others and bend them to your will with how you spoke, it seemed. It appeared you had a knack for getting things to go your way.

You had sworn to them that you would by someone’s side during the fight but of course, there was no guarantee and as soon as the battle had commenced, you all lost sight of one another, apart from the blonde elf and the red-headed dwarf who always seem to be stuck beside one another since they had first met, they claimed to be unfortunate.

Turning and spinning and still no sight of you. the land they fought on was large and open, a wide area to search. Their hoped began to dwindle, an upset, sinking feeling beginning to settle within their bellies. Pippin had been affected the most. He would be lost without you; he would become a shell of a hobbit if he had to be without you.

A small movement, or rather movement from a small thing, had caught the corner of Legolas’ peripheral vision and once he had focused more intently on the small hobbit female with his back turned to him, helplessly tossing their head from one side to the other, obviously searching like themselves, his smile reappeared, brighter and broader than before.

“I believe I have found what we have been looking for,” he called over to the group that had separated partially in efforts to quicken the searched. All heads of the people that had been searching for you quickly whipped round to look in the direction of the elf. Looking past him, they could clearly see your form, looking forward and side to side.

Tears quickly filled Pippins’ eyes and before anyone could even blink, Pippin began to run in your direction. “Y/N!” He screamed as loudly as his lungs would allow him, making you speedily turn on your heel to find the source of the sound. Spotting Pippin, tears flooded your orbs just as quickly as they had for Pippin before sprinting as fast as you could towards him to meet him halfway.

Soon, you collided, arms tightly wrapped around one another, as if you would slip away from the other, to end up torn apart once more if your hold had slackened. You cried into each other, basking in feeling of being held, of being together.

Pulling back to look at you, Pippin grasps a hold of your face in both hands, one on either cheek, cradling your jaw. Tears fell from his eyes like waterfalls of happiness and relief. “I thought I lost you,” he sobbed, hiccups soon following. “Never scare me like that again. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Probably steal more food from Farmer Maggots’ field,” you croaked, smiling widely, cheeks wet from your own salty tears. Pippin chuckled before bringing his face close to yours and quickly closing the gap to place his lips sweetly against your own, meshing together tenderly.

Parting, both of your eyes still closed, he rested his forehead against your own, still delicately holding your face between his hands as if he held the most precious, most fragile thing in the whole of Middle-Earth.

Your soft breaths mingled as you stayed close together, needing to stay touching one another, terrified that once you both open your eyes and part, you would both disappear. “Marry me,” Pippin uttered softly without thought, his words coming out on their own.

Your breath staggered, hitching within your throat, your eyes opened, and you pulled back slightly, looking up towards your fool of a Took. As if moving the smallest distance away from him had caused realisation of his words to dawn upon him, recognising that he had just sprung that question at you out of nowhere. His heart had spoken without permission, without consulting his brain and body.

He held his breath, and his eyes were wide with worry, fear. “What?” you whispered, unsure if you had heard him correctly, your heart raced within your chest, it pounding against your ribcage. Pippins’ heart was racing twice as fast as your own, panicked by how you may react. Had you not wanted to marry him? Had he just made a fool of himself once more?

“I asked you to marry me,” he gulped. “I-I know it was quite all of the sudden, but I was so scared that I lost you. I know it sounds rather dramatic, but I think I would die if I never held you again. I couldn’t possibly live without you and for that small moment that seemed to last forever, when I couldn’t find you after the fight, it I honestly thought I would never see you again. You don’t have to marry me. Don’t even have to answer me if you don’t want to. I’ll never speak to you again if you don’t want me to, I’ll even move away from the Shire if you ask-“

You cut off his sweet rambling by throwing yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, passionately, as if it were the last kiss you would ever share. He melted into the kiss quickly, both hands quickly settling on your hips, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

When the need for oxygen became too apparent, you pulled away, keeping your arms securely wrapped around his neck. “You truly are a fool of a Took if you think I do not want to be your wife.”

He beamed at you, one of the widest smiles anyone had ever seen grace his sweet face before bringing you into one more kiss. Wild hollering and cheering accompanied with loud claps sounded from behind Pippin and you were brought back to reality, remembering where you currently were.

Merry, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli had all made their way over whilst you and Pippin reunited and watched from the side-lines, clearly not wanting to interrupt the wonderful moment yet still wanting to watch your reunion. They had clearly heard you accept his ridiculous spur of the moment proposal which you wouldn’t have any other way.

You and Pippin separated and Merry took the opportunity to scurry over to you and bring you into a bone crushing hug. Although happy, you winced and hissed at a now present stinging pain you felt in your upper right arm.

Merry pulled back, concerned he had hurt you. Pippin also seemed panic by the display of discomfort you had shown. “What is it?” Merry spoke as you looked down at your arm.

“I don’t know,” you muttered confusedly. Carefully, Merry pushed up your sleeve, rolling it way past your elbow to be bunched up at your shoulder. All eyes widened, including your own, when a deep gash was revealed, warm, deep crimson blood slowly oozing out of the wound. All the blood that had covered you of the enemies along with the adrenaline and then later overjoyed emotion you felt with Pippin moments earlier had distracted you from the injury you hadn’t even noticed you gained.

“How did you miss that?” Merry exclaimed loudly as Pippin cautiously approached you to get a better look, absolute sheer panic portrayed itself on his face.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Must’ve not noticed it,” you nonchalantly stated as you looked down towards the offending cut. You shrugged before turning casting your eyes back towards the others. All seem to visibly relax apart from Pippin to indignantly squawked out in disbelief “HOW COULD YOU NOT NOTICE THAT?!”

The others chuckled along with yourself as Aragorn tears a piece of his clothing as material to use as a makeshift bandage for the time being. Seeing the still overly concerned features of your now betrothed, you grasp his hand and smile reassuringly towards him. “I’m quite alright. We’re both together and that is what matters, yes?” Pippin nodded and visibly relaxed before you decided to add on.

“Plus, if its worth anything, those that tried to fight certainly didn’t end up with just a sliced arm.”

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Man, I really liked this one

Like I stated in the response to the request at the top, the first half seemed quite half arsed which I thoroughly hate and do apologise for

But the second half, I absolutely adore so

I’M HAPPY

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Anywho, I hope you enjoyed

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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viola-ophelia · 3 years

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Hi could I have a ship with a character from LOTR, Marvel and Harry Potter please. My pronouns are she/her and I'm straight. I'm 5 foot 5 with light brown hair, I don't have the best eyesight but have extremely good hearing. I look much younger that I am which is quite annoying. I love drawing, reading and learning about history. I'm very shy and find it hard to open up to people but can also be very stubborn. I love the outside and investigating hidden places. Thank you

hi! thanks for the ask!

for LOTR, i ship you with samwise gamgee!

sam is definitely the underrated hero of the fellowship, which is why i think he’d be drawn to a shy yet genuine person like you! you’re both stubbornly caring and love the outdoors, so many of your superficial traits line up well, but what sam loves most about you is how down-to-earth your personality is. authenticity is something he values hugely, having struggled terribly when frodo decided to ally with the deceptive gollum - so your slight awkwardness and trouble opening up to new people is much more attractive to him than any smooth-talking charmer, because it shows how much you truly care. your youthful look would also be beautiful in his eyes, as many hobbits retain a level of innocence and childish whimsy throughout their lives. though sam’s more drawn to physical hobbies like gardening, your passion for books and history begins to enchant him when he notices how excited it gets you, and soon he’s just as fascinated with the legends of both earth and middle-earth as you are. your relationship is rooted in simple pleasures and humble blessings - after all is said and done and the ring has been destroyed, sam is content to go back to a peaceful life in the shire, needing nothing more than personal assurance that he’d done the right thing and you by his side.

for marvel, i ship you with bruce banner!

bruce is a man with many personal hang-ups, but despite his often over-critical view of himself, he is truly a kind and gentle person at heart, making him a perfect match for you! having had to adjust to and make peace with his alter ego was a huge struggle for him and something he initially tried to keep secret from the world, so he absolutely relates to your shyness and hesitation to open up to others. when you first discovered his secret, you stubbornly insisted that bruce had nothing to be ashamed about, a reaction which he’d never heard from another person before - after that, he simply couldn’t stop himself from falling for you. the beginning of your relationship is tentative and maybe a little rocky, as bruce is so scared of accidentally hurting you; you’re so much smaller than you in hulk form, and he’s haunted by worries about your poor eyesight making it impossible for you to escape him quickly enough. but something that only you truly understand about bruce - and something which even he is slow to accept - is that even as the hulk, he’s still the same person who loves you; “the other guy” is no monster, just the physical representation of the anger which he feels toward himself. as bruce famously says, he’s always angry, but he’s always loving too. your struggles as a couple end up helping you both master your insecurities, which is so powerful.

for harry potter (cursed child era), i ship you with scorpius malfoy!

scorpius is known for being a bit of a nerd and a loner, something which you feel you can relate to - like you, he loves to learn and is often on his own when you two first meet, probably as study buddies at hogwarts. you’re surprised by how outgoing and even charming he is when you first work up the courage to approach him - but you quickly learn that this is just a front for his insecurity; secretly, scorpius feels bad about having few friends, but is so thrilled that you want to talk to him that he’ll do anything to keep you around. as a result, the start of your relationship is awkwardly clingy, overwhelming your own shy nature and causing you to briefly pull away. eventually, though, you fall into a rhythm that works beautifully, with his tendency to talk and talk perfectly balancing out your quietness. you begin to learn how nuanced of a person scorpius really is; funny and exuberant, but also vulnerable, running off of a nervous energy that stems from constantly chasing attention and love that he rarely gets. you’re a much calmer presence than he is, but sharing a fascination with information, discovery, and the arts means you’ll never run out of things to discuss - ultimately, if you’re willing to devote yourself to him, you’ll gain the most loyal partner you could ask for.

#lotr #lotr matchup #lord of the rings #samwise gamgee #sam gamgee #marvel #marvel matchup #mcu matchup #mcu #bruce banner #hulk #harry potter #harry potter matchup #scorpius malfoy #viola-ophelia's matchups

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maaaddiexo · 3 years

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The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf

Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.2

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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.”

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 4 years

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Dimension Jumping pt. 2

The Fellowship x Reader

Fluffy pants, creepy coworkers, and grocery lists. Fun times

Trigger warning: mentions of stalker.

After that kind of rocky introduction and confusing explanation of their quest and what they were doing exactly (also what happened to their wizard ‘Gandalf’) things began to work out better.

At first, they were in a kind of panic since they aren’t able to destroy that ring thing if they’re in your world, but then you reminded them that they can’t destroy it, and this Sauron guy can’t get it.

This seems to ease their worries a bit.

It was very easy for you to get along with the two blond 'hobbit’ cousins Merry and Pippin, and Samwise is a wonderful help in the kitchen. Mr. Legolas kinda just awkwardly stands around most of the time (he doesn’t sleep apparently), while the 'dwarf’, Gimli, likes to bother said 'elf’ which you find to be quite amusing. The two actual human dudes seem to be the more authoritative figures here, so they help to keep everyone in check and ensure they don’t break anything.

Penny has, quite literally, fallen in love with that brown-haired bastard Aragorn, and you’ve sworn that if he breaks her little fluffy heart you’re going to fucking murder him. Lucky for him, it seems he is quite fond of her in return since he sometimes sits idly on your couch with her laying across his lap. This asshole must have dog treats in his pocket or something because there’s no way she would ditch you for some scraggly handsome stranger like in the movies.

Of course, you don’t complain about it or anything, rather you just leave it and enjoy the fact that Penny is happy (while silently plotting his painful murder in your mind).

You also had to show them how to work the bathroom, and after they got over their initial shock and awestruck, they all bathed (thank god for your poor nose) and you offered to go get them more clothes later on so you can figure out how to wash theirs.

Overall, it seems that everything is going smoothly and will continue to do so.

You have yet to give them a chance to mess with your laptop or phone (or even the TV), but mostly because you’re afraid they’ll die of shock.

Before you know it a week has passed, and not only are they still in your damn home but they’re so freaking well-behaved and polite you actually find yourself not wanting them to go.

“Why do you wear those fluffy pants?” The sweet little Pippin asks.

Everyone insists he and his cousin are mischievous little monsters, but you find them to be nothing but adorable and polite. “Because, my dear boy, they are really freaking comfortable. I’m gonna go to the store later and get all of you a pair. They will change your lives."

His eyes grow wide at your overly dramatic description of fluffy pants and he suddenly seems excited, "Really? Some for all of us?"

You nod your head with a bright smile on your face, lifting your leg up for him to touch it. "Feel how nice they are!"

When Pippin places his hand on the soft, fuzzy fabric he looks surprised, "I don’t think I’ve felt trousers so soft before!"

"Fluffy pants, Pippin. They’re called fluffy pants."

"Fluffy pants.” He repeats in confirmation.

His cousin, Merry, chose then to walk into the room, and when he sees the two of you he looks confused. “Pip, what are you doing?"

"Oh! Merry, come here and feel these!” He exclaims, not bothering to answer his question.

Merry does as he says, albeit hesitantly, but when his hands touch that miracle fabric he looks just as shocked, “You’ve got such peculiar clothing… I like it."

"Well, I was just telling my buddy over here that I’m going to get everyone some and absolutely ruin your wardrobe since you’ll never want to wear anything but these ever again.” You tell him smugly, jumping to your feet suddenly, “Oh, I’ve gotta go do something. Keep an eye on Penny for me, won’t you?"

Yeah, they don’t need to since she’s busy sleeping on a napping Aragorn, but you ask nonetheless.

You retreat to another room and begin to organize the things you moved from your guest bedroom, wanting everything to be less cluttered while they stay here.

The air mattress had to come out and everything because of how many there are, but you don’t mind a little extra work for some companionship in response. Heaven knows you need someone to keep you out of your own head.

While you’re neatening things, the blond elf guy walks in and observes you for a few moments, saying nothing and kinda just standing there. You turn after a minute or so and look at him questioningly, "Is there something I can help you with?"

He doesn’t say anything right away, and so you grab a couple of books and straighten them while you wait.

"What are you doing?” He asks instead of answering you (a very Pippin move).

Despite your heart wanting you to be sarcastic in your reply you answer him seriously, “I’m cleaning up a bit since I had to take all of this stuff out of my guest room. It’s kinda messy if you couldn’t tell."

You wipe your hands on your fluffy pants and smile at him. "I’m almost done. Did you need me for something?"

He actually acknowledges your question this time with a shake of his head, "No. I wanted to see if you require any assistance."

Ah, that makes sense. He definitely seems like the helpful type.

"Oh, well some help would be nice. Maybe you could move those boxes,” you point to some cardboard boxes in the corner of the closet you shoved everything into, “over there.” You then point to a shelf that is mostly empty.

He nods again and goes to do just that right away, and you go back to sorting through a box full of papers.

“What made you allow us to stay?” He suddenly inquires, lifting the boxes you asked for help with easily.

You’re a bit surprised at his engagement in conversation and the topic he chose, but you answer despite that. “Well like I said before, I know a group of sad saps when I see it… I didn’t know you’d lost your friend, but I could tell something wasn’t right. And… I don’t know, your hobbits looked so hungry and tired, I couldn’t kick you all out and keep a clean conscience.” It’s true, but what you leave out is the desire you had for some company. Penny is more than enough, but recently you’ve been feeling lonely and inadequate, so you jumped on the opportunity to be useful in your monotone life.

“There’s something you’re not saying.” He says it like a statement rather than a question, and while he’s right you only shrug.

“My reasons are my own, but what I told you is my main explanation. Take it or leave it.” You don’t mean to act so cold and aloof, but the thinking about your flaws and recently depressive state only serves to dampen your mood.

“I meant not to offend, I apologize if upset you. I was only curious."

You smile at him over your shoulder apologetically yourself, "No, don’t say sorry. I’m just a bit cranky is all, haven’t been getting much sleep."

He can tell that’s not the truth, but he nods anyway and lets it drop.

Suddenly the sound of Penny barking reaches your ears, and you sigh knowing that someone is probably at the door.

When she abruptly stops, you pause and decide to finish with the last small stack you have before going out to check.

Big mistake.

Once you walk out of the storage closet, you’re met with the sight of two hiding hobbits, and Aragorn at the freaking door. Your eyes widen in horror, and you turn and close the door in Legolas’ face before he can exit.

When the door slams, someone pokes their head around the tall 'ranger’ and smiles.

"Oh, Y/N there you are!"

Uh oh, he’s not supposed to be there.

"B-Brian, hey, what… what are you doing here?” You ask slowly, walking over to try and diffuse whatever situation is going on here. “I didn’t even know you knew my address…"

He smiles brightly despite that and waves his hand, "Don’t worry about it, the boss gave it to me and told me to check up on you! You haven’t been answering your messages and this is the most work you’ve missed in the past, like, 4 years.” His tone is bright and cheery, but you can see behind that mask of pleasantries is nothing but a prying brat who has to know everything 24/7.

You ignore your dark thoughts and simply smile at him in return, “Yes, well I’ve been very busy. And, actually, I texted Marissa about my absence for the week ahead of time, so I don’t see why she would send you. She told me that I can work from home until I’m ready to come back.” You never liked Brian. Much too nosy and too much of a snake for your liking.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and see that you have… holy shit, 43 missed messages? All from Brian? Ew, okay, that’s weird.

But you decide not to comment on it.

“Right, well, who is this? I haven’t seen him before."

Shoot.

You look up at the brown-haired man sharply, then back at Brian. "W-Who, him? Oh, this is just my… boy…friend… Ara- Er, Aaron. He’s, uh, staying here because his house burned down.” God, you’re a horrible liar, but you try to keep your face straight either way. “Who he is doesn’t matter, I’m kinda busy right now so if you could just…"

You go to close the door, but he only steps a bit closer, "Wait-! I didn’t know you have a boyfriend!” His expression is more panic stricken now, and dare I say upset,

Ughhhhh fucking Brian .

Suddenly a voice pipes up from behind you, “Is there an issue over here?"

Oh great, another challenger has appeared, and his name is freaking Boromir.

"Wait, who is this then?” His countenance goes kinda sour, “Your other boyfriend?"

You face-palm and slowly drag your hand down your cheek, groaning internally at his horrible timing (also electing to ignore Brian’s bitter comment). "This is… Aaron’s druggie brother, Bo…Beau. He likes meth.”

Brian looks alarmed at your mention of him being a meth head, but you only smile and internally kick yourself for coming up with something like that . “You have crackheads staying at your house?! With how you’ve been recently?! S-Should I-"

You only shake your head once and slam your hand on the wall, "Brian, I am a big girl, and big girls don’t need their coworkers to keep them safe. I’ve been nice, but what I do is literally none of your fucking business, so leave me alone or I’ll call Marissa and tell her about,” you pause and lean forward, whispering with a faux sweet voice, “The janitors closet…"

His face goes pale at the mention of the horrid sight you’d walked into that one faithful Tuesday, and he nods his head in understanding, "R-Right, sorry to bother you! I’ll uh, get going now then. Enjoy your break!"

He’s gone before you even close the door.

You simply stare at the closed door for a few moments, trying to process what the hell just happened.

"Miss Y/N?” Merry calls from behind the couch. “What did he mean by 'how you’ve been’? Are you alright?"

Unable to keep your cool, you reach up and bury your fingers in your hair and groan loudly from frustration, "Ugh! Fucking Brian! Why did you have to open the door to that loser!?” You yell incredulously, pulling on your hair rather harshly. You don’t even entertain the idea of answering that question.

Aragorn seems surprised by your sudden angry outburst, so much so that he steps back and bumps against the wall.

“He’s always in my damn business! Acting like I haven’t caught him doing unmentionable things in that closet! Why him? Why did you think it was a good idea to open the door?!” You don’t mean to yell or to get so angry, but it’s almost like a splash of cold water in the face. A reminder that things are temporary and unexplainable to outsiders. “He’s such a stalker! God, this is going to come back and bite me in the ass!”

You drag your hands down your face and simply stand there for a moment, ignoring all the people gathering in your living room to stare at their mental brake-down having hostess.

“I apologize, I-I didn’t mean to-” Woah he actually trips over his words.

Before he can finish his apology you raise a hand up in a silencing motion. “No, shut up. Don’t apologize I’m not actually mad at you.” It sounds like you are, but you aren’t.

If you were looking at him, you’d see that he visibly relaxes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell I just… he frustrates me. I’m not angry at any of you, I promise.” You drop your hands back to your side and stare at the door for a few moments before turning and walking back into the living room.

“You’re kind of scary,” Sam states from Frodo’s side at the entrance of the kitchen.

You look over at the two and furrow your eyebrows, “Scary? Me? No way. Just a little irritated.” If anything they’re the scary ones, with their swords and evil ring and all that.

You glance back at the dark-haired man still at the front door and bite your lip, “I’m really sorry."

A small and forgiving smile creeps onto his face, and you feel relieved right away. "Perhaps I shouldn’t have opened the door."

This earns a small laugh and nod from you, "Now that freak thinks you’re my homeless male friend and he’s your drugged up brother. Not a very good reputation.” You don’t bother going over calling him your boyfriend in a panic - if they even know what it means in the first place.

Suddenly ever innocent Pippin asks, “What’s meth?"

Lord save your soul.

—

After explaining to everyone what meth is and how you straight up just called Boromir a doped up loser to someone none of them know, you all have a good laugh. And once you’re all done laughing, you join Sam in the kitchen and notice that he’s taken an inventory of your kitchen.

"Hello, chef Ramsay. What can I do for you?” You ask with a cheery smile, watching him go through your cupboard while literally standing on the counter with Frodo watching from the floor.

“Who is chef Ramsay?” Sam asks, looking down at you from his leveraged spot on the counter.

Oh, right, the poor soul doesn’t know the meme.

“Nobody, what are you up to?” You change the subject quickly, a part of you hoping he approves of your kitchen.

“Well… your shelves are lacking a lot. And your… what did you call it, fridge? It is basically empty. What do you eat all week?"

You don’t reply right away, staring holes into him at his obviously spotty memory. "Well, Sam the thing is, I am one woman, and this one woman didn’t think she’d need to buy groceries for 8 men who all eat like they haven’t seen food for the past week… every meal."

"So then perhaps we should go shopping!” He exclaims, closing the cabinet and hopping back down to the tiled floor.

Excuse me, did he just say 'we’? Uh, yeah no.

You shake your head quickly, “No, Sam there aren’t people like you in my world. I can’t take you."

His face falls and he looks around at the kitchen, crestfallen, "But I can’t tell you what to get if I don’t go…"

Aw… he looks so sad. It makes your heart pang uncomfortably, and you find that you wanna make him smile again. "Here, I’ll tell you what. I’ll get some paper and a pen, and you can write down everything you want me to get on that. How does that sound?”

Almost immediately he perks up and nods his head, “Oh, that sounds wonderful!"

Bingo.

"Did you hear that Mr. Frodo? She said she’ll get whatever we want! Come help me make the list!” Okay, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

You gather the things you promised from a drawer to your right, then hand them down to him. “Here you are, dear. Take your time, and I’ll go tomorrow. And don’t forget to ask everyone else what they want.”

Hopefully, you won’t live to regret this.

Without further ado, he rushes out of the kitchen calling for Merry and Pippin.

These fellas are going to bankrupt you… but if you get to see those happy smiles again, then it’s definitely worth it.

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autumnblogs · 3 years

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Day 15: Troll Girls and Human Boyfriend Material

https://homestuck.com/story/2626

In exactly the same way that the indecency of Vriska’s abusive behavior (and the expectations of Troll Culture) are exposed when they come into contact with Tavros’ non-resistance, the indecency of the conditions of Troll Society are exposed as soon as Karkat is able to observe the conditions of Human society.

Karkat isn’t awake to that yet, though, so all his anger comes out pointed in the direction of the most immediate target - John Human Egbert. Thus begins the most legendary hatecrush in Paradox Space.

Dave and Karkat are both attracted to the same guy.

More after the break.

https://homestuck.com/story/2629

That little affair ended about as fast as it started.

I think what’s interesting about Karkat and Terezi’s relationship with full retrospect is that with the exception of their respective introductions, nearly all of their shared storyline takes place after they have already broken up.

Terezi is a bit of a serial romantic, leaving behind a trail of broken hearts, repeatedly breaking her own heart in the process. Maybe she’s trying to fill the void left behind by the end of her friendship with Vriska - if friendship is all it is. Terezi might not be the most important person in Vriska’s life (she also might be,) but Vriska is definitely the most important person in Terezi’s life.

Playing house with Karkat, turning Dave into a project, having her weird Batman and Joker relationship with Gamzee, but none of them fills the niche. I might be reading too far into that.

https://homestuck.com/story/2641

https://homestuck.com/story/2642

John and his Dad both address each other with symbols representing each other.

https://homestuck.com/story/2644

Being able to reunite with his Dad is, at this point, the same kind of fleeting fantasy that being able to fly is for Tavros.

https://homestuck.com/story/2652

Roxy Lalonde, Copium dealer.

Suffering is what all human beings share in common. Mom and Dad didn’t know each other until today, it seems, but they have their shared losses in common. That makes them friends.

https://homestuck.com/story/2653

Vriska probably latches onto John for the same reasons she latched onto Tavros - Breath Player. I have heard it hypothesized that Vriska envies the freedom that people like John and Tavros enjoy, their relative detachments from other people. She wants to be more like them. On the other hand, she also wants them to be more like her, and she does her darndest to turn both of them into hero coolguys (the kind of person she wants to be!)

On the subject of Vriska as coolguy, she is a parallel to Dave in that respect, and in more ways than that. Vriska ultimately wields the Ultimate Weapon against Lord English in the final battle as his nemesis, a role which is also foretold of Dave. Like Dave, Vriska has spent her entire life around vectors by which Lord English has infected her subconscious mind.

But Vriska becomes a dangerous antagonist whose presence represses other people’s agency. Dave, on the other hand, turns out to be a laidback and chill dude who rejects the violence inherent in the system. Dave has kinder, more understanding friends and easier living conditions though.

More push and pull between nature and nurture.

https://homestuck.com/story/2660

Maybe I do finally have something to say about the Carapacians’ emotional arc and the themes of their story.

It’s clear that the Mayor has aspirations of leadership and noble intent, but he doesn’t want Power with a capital P - not the kind of currency that power is in Carapacian life. Whether you’re a Dersite or a Prospitian, life for Carapacians is being part of a war machine, so the form that power takes is the capacity to commit violence and destruction.

A Mayor though, isn’t defined by his ability to destroy things, but to create them. His power doesn’t come from his personal capacity to commit violence, but from his community’s trust. Being the leader of the rebellion on the battefield is one step in the right direction.

As the Ringbearer, just this little guy caught up in a war that’s much bigger than he is, the Mayor is full of references to Frodo Baggins, who along with the other Hobbits, is part of the parable about violence that is central to Lord of the Rings.

The world will probably always have employment for heroes like Aragorn (and like John, and Vriska), and there will always be tyrants for those heroes to oppose like Sauron (and like Lord English, and Vriska), but it is the pity of Frodo in sparing Gollum, the humility of Samwise in rejecting the ring, Merry and Pippin’s love of simple things, and earnest respect for other sentient beings, that are ultimately what win the day. It is not the courage of the great, or the wisdom of the wise that rules the destiny of nations, but the compassion of the lowly.

Maybe the Mayor was the secret hero of Homestuck all along.

https://homestuck.com/story/2662

Vriska breaks character in this conversation with John a bit and continues the trend of secretly valuing the journey and just doing some cool things more than she actually values the destination.

She may pretend to be all business, the kind of girl who cheats, cuts to the chase, beats the final boss and wins the treasure, but Vriska loves meaningless sidequests.

https://homestuck.com/story/2663

She almost immediately reneges on the sentiment, of course.

John also has a bit of an interesting response, and one that suits his general gullibility. I could be reading into his non-plussed response, but I feel like it fits a pattern where John outwardly assents to the first truth claim that he receives, while pondering it and questioning it internally.

https://homestuck.com/story/2672

Few interesting things in this conversational sequence, actually. More of Paradox Space’s self-fulfilling, self-justifying, self-authenticating nature rears its head. Vriska meddles with John because she does - the meddling comes from nowhere in particular, she sees that John is standing around in his room for a few minutes doing nothing, and meddles with him, and it turns out that it was her meddling that caused it in the first place.

It’s these times, where a character’s actions result in a stable time loop, that I think Paradox Space uses to help them understand their own true natures - what does Vriska do in a vacuum? She meddles, because that’s what Vriska does.

https://homestuck.com/story/2682

Rose is uncharacteristically aloof here, and it should be our first clue that all is not well in LOLAR. None of the jocular flowery language she usually addresses her friends with - she is sharp as a razor and ice cold.

Rose is also careful with the words that she uses. She describes her relationship with the consorts as coercive. That is concerning.

I bring all of this up because it’s the first time we’ve seen Rose in hundreds of pages, and the very last time we saw her was the fallout from her awakening on Derse.

This is isn’t just about the game, it’s about everything - because the sorts of enemies and troubles the game manifests for the heroes to fight aren’t trivial, they’re rooted in the symbols that characters associate with their fears and social anxieties - Sollux’s Brain, Karkat’s Blood, Pipes as a symbol of John’s Dad and their ambivalent relationship, Water as a symbol of loss - Jasper, as far as Rose knows, drowned in a river.

Rose is tired of losing the things that are most important to her, and feeling antagonized by emotionally distant forces who she yearns for intimacy with. She’s mad as hell and she’s not going to take it any more. And of course, it might be that cutting through the bullshit surface-level quest and going off to create the Green Sun might have been Rose’s real quest all along.

https://homestuck.com/story/2694

The actual material of Karkat’s speech is not particularly important, and it’s clear because the reaction of all of his counterparts is not different from how they would normally react to Karkat. Kanaya is supportive of Karkat’s idea because she is supportive of Karkat. Terezi is dismissive. The point of the speech isn’t whatever Karkat said, but that it makes use of the relationships Karkat already has.

https://homestuck.com/story/2705

The other conversation John and Kanaya have.

Really, just so great.

https://homestuck.com/story/2725

Fashion!!!!

Fashion obviously becomes more important the higher on the haemospectrum you go, but even some of the other lowbloods are more fashionable than Karkat, so the reality is probably just that he either doesn’t give a shit about it himself, or does but can’t afford anything fashionable.

https://homestuck.com/story/2727

Rose is clearly not okay with the fact that apocalypses are pedestrian in Paradox Space, but she has revolted, and one part of that revolt is revolting against her own preoccupation with the transitory nature of existence. She coolly pretends to be fine with it.

https://homestuck.com/story/2728

Kanaya is attracted to Rose exactly because she is so dangerous - Rose fills a Vriska shaped hole in her heart.

Skaia and the Horrorterrors are directly contrasted here. Let’s make a simile.

Prospit Dreamers are to Skaia as Derse Dreamers are to the Horrorterrors.

Prospit Dreamers go with the flow, are comfortable with the status quo, optimistic and flexible. Skaia reflects existence presenting everything as it is to Prospit Dreamers, without comment.

Derse Dreamers are rebellious, uncomfortable with stability, predisposed to catalyze change. We should expect that the Horrorterror’s relationship with reality and all of Paradox Space, is to question it, criticize it, and probe its vulnerabilities with their tentacles.

They are polar forces. There is one Skaia, because there is only one reality that all of the characters share. There are infinite horrorterrors because outside of the bounds of the one reality, there are infinite possibilities that could have been, or could still be.

Rose is predisposed toward the Horrorterrors because of her intense dissatisfaction with life. At times, her dissastisfaction trends toward the ultimate - there are a few indications throughout Homestuck that Rose might have suicidal ideations, and a number of places where she unnecessarily seeks out extremely self-destructive possibilities in the heat of the moment because of that intense dissatisfaction.

Kanaya is predisposed to trust her first impressions of her surroundings and the people in her life, and that gets her into trouble too. Her misplaced trust in Vriska’s intentions and goodwill toward everyone lets Vriska exploit her. They balance each other.

https://homestuck.com/story/2730

Rose has become dangerous because her dissatisfaction has increased to the extent that she doesn’t trust the people who care about her any more. Sure, she enjoys their presence, but she’s not really willing to listen to their concerns. She won’t be dissuaded from being manipulated.

https://homestuck.com/story/2734

Vriska reproduces/transmits herself onto John by replacing his symbols with her symbols (except for his green ghost, which is emblematic and can’t be erased.)

https://homestuck.com/story/2737

Constantly dunking on each other is a part of these two’s schtick that I’ve brought up before and I’ll bring it up again - they can barely go two seconds without exchanging shallow and insincere hostilities.

https://homestuck.com/story/2742

The Alternian Coolkid is, of course, Vriska.

Braggadocious, contentious, competitive. Terezi, like Kanaya, is trying to fill a Vriska-shaped space.

https://homestuck.com/story/2759

Man, somehow I forgot that Sollux is not merely their hacker guy, but their IT guy in general.

Suddenly, I am 1,000,000% more sympathetic to Sollux.

https://homestuck.com/story/2780

These past few pages have been absolutely swimming with good Dave dialogue.

Dave fills his speech with sexual innuendo and outright explicit language, particularly when means to shock and offend or deter someone from interacting.

He tends to string together multisyllabic adjectives and punctuate them with profane or explicit words in particular as a form of humor, and the words that he chooses tend to be literary references.

He tends to coin new words by stringing together adjectives or nouns.

Uses lots of slang suggestive of rap culture and basketball, both of which Dave has a fascination with.

I’ll preface this by saying your headcanons are valid, but I’ve always viewed Dave Strider as an intensely white character. For exactly the same reason that his use of Apple Products and his ironic coolkid routine come across as performative, so does his engagement with things that are culturally coded as black. Dave is an outsider, and a poseur. It would seem incongruous for Dave to actually be a member of the subcultures that he engages with by parodying them - because in no small part, he parodies them because he wants to feel like he’s a part of them, to enjoy the sense of community that comes from them.

https://homestuck.com/story/2784

John really is a clever and perceptive lad.

https://homestuck.com/story/2789

Even this early on in the comic, it’s obvious that Karkat and Dave have chemistry. Dave doesn’t respond to him with the kind of verbal legerdemain that he reserves for people who make him uncomfortable, he jokes around about himself with Karkat.

https://homestuck.com/story/2790

Wow this is a great conversation, there’s so much in here to unpack.

Let’s start with one of the first things.

Dave and Karkat’s language here is pretty indistinguishable from the way that they both normally talk to their friends - Karkat is always rude and shouty to everyone (except Kanaya), and Dave is similarly pretty rude and dismissive even to his pals. The thing is though, Dave is doing his whole performative alpha male thing, and so is Karkat, and it creates this really unpleasant tension between the two of them. These guys should obviously actually get along with each other for reasons that are complementary to the reasons they both get along with John, but they’re both so insecure that they can’t let the other’s challenge to their dominance go.

As a coming of age story, Homestuck is to some degree or another about puberty, and the effects that it has on social life - sexuality is intruding into formerly sexless spaces as youngsters become aware of their own bodies, and each other’s bodies. So that’s another tension in this conversation - being the alpha dog doesn’t just mean being the guy who is toughest, but being the guy who gets the girl, and part of that routine is Dave deliberately using his burgeoning friendship with Terezi as a point of contention with Karkat - making Terezi an object of competition.

The same tension makes everything awkward between all three of them because Karkat is attracted to John, and Dave (while still not awake to it) is also attracted to John.

And then Karkat wakes them both up to the possibility of the invasion of the sexual into formerly sexless friendships by bringing up the possibility of reproduction and the only biologically and culturally viable breeding pairs. (Breeding pair, as long as we’re on that topic, is as I understand it, film-industry jargon for the male and female romantic leads when considered together. Don’t quote me on that.)

Classic John is being completely puzzled by the existence of sexuality - completely oblivious to others’ attraction toward him, completely oblivious toward other people’s bodies. The only time in the comic John seems to show legitimate attraction toward another person is Roxy, but we’ll get back to that later. I think John might be Ace, which could be a bit of blatant wish fulfilment since I am Ace, but what am I gonna do, not project my own foibles onto characters I relate to and enjoy?

https://homestuck.com/story/2791

I am not going to play an interactive game right now, it’s getting late, and my break is about to be over.

So for now, this is Cam signing off, and you know the rest.

#liveblogging #commentary #lord of the rings

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Katie!! I watched the first half of Two Towers today and I can’t stop thinking about what race/character build I would put the idiots into in a LOTR AU, so please join in my joy/misery: what characters of yours would be human, elf, dwarf, hobbit, etc and what role would they play in either the fellowship or the LOTR world as a whole??

Ahhhhh the Two Towers is such an incredible one! Sorry, but the March of the Ents always gets me. There are so many good points in that movie that have me vibing!

I would love to know where your idiots would go!

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Groundhog Day style ~ I’ve rewritten this four times, because I keep finding up with alternative points??? This is the one that would be “most likely”, as in, these would match up best with the genuine roles of the LOTR series.

Captain is a human, and I think that she would probably end up in Boromir’s role. She tries so hard to be good and kind, but I think that the promise of enough power to “right the wrongs of the world” would be too tempting to her, and she’d be very easily influenced by the ring. She’s a good person at heart, though, and I can very easily see her taking Faramir’s role in the scene where Faramir “protects the halflings”.

Polynya is an elf of Lothlorian, and takes the place of Galadriel. Were she to gain the ring, she would be a queen of untold power, a queen of untold light and sharpness - but she says no to the ringbearer, and continues on to the Dying Lands with the rest of her brethren.

Aba is a hobbit, and he’s got the unfortunate problem of being in Pippin’s position. Often in the wrong place at the wrong time, easily susceptible to dark magic’s, the bane of the White Wizard’s existence - but also the one most like the White Wizard, and the one who sees the sorrows of the world and is struggling to change it, but always manages to prove his worth by the end of it all, to prove that there is bravery in his humble goodness.

Red is also a hobbit, and would take up Merry’s role - the one most angered by the way that the Ents view the world, who is from the small, humble shire, but knows that this war will one day reach his country home and that he’s not immune to it simply because hobbits are not yet involved; who rides into battle even after being told that battle is no place for him, and who will fight until his dying day.

Celeste is the White Wizard, who knows and sees more than anyone would imagine; often prone to theatrics and riddles, but vicious in a fight both with magic and blade. They were there at the start of the journey and will be there at the end of it; mirrored in Aba’s own storyline in the strangest of ways.

Motti is a dwarf, and would fill Gimli’s role. She’s hot-headed and fierce and at the end of the day, her own convictions and thoughts will always come before anything that her people have told her. She would be alright with dying side by side with a friend.

Ginia is an elf from Mirkwood, and takes the place of Legolas. She’s seen battle before but nothing quite like this, and she’ll go straight to Mordor with the rest of the Fellowship if that’s where this path takes her.

Bolte is a human and would take up Aragorn’s role; the king that became a ranger, who faces death and battle head on because that is what’s best for His People, for the Fellowship that he’s come to call his own. He might not be able to destroy the ring himself, but he’ll keep safe everyone that he can in the mean time.

Blue is a hobbit, and the ring-bearer, and he’s very, very tired. He was chosen without ever wanting any part of this, and now doesn’t have any choice but to see it through to the end. He’s someone that never knew battle before this started, or hunger, or war, and the ring just might break him yet before this is over.

Locke is a human, a ranger, but he still fills up the role of Samwise; the simple gardener that never loses sight of hope, who may not be able to carry the ring himself but who can carry Blue just fine. He has no stake in this madness but ventures straight to Mount Doom all the same, because there is nowhere Blue could go where he won’t follow.

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(all that being said, please also picture an au where somehow Bolte’s the one that ends up with the ring, because that’s also lovely even if it’s far less likely)

#ghd au

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fanpom-imagines · 5 years

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Requested by @infinity-war-heartbreak : I know Lord of the rings isn't as popular as it use to,but could you maybe do a Legolas x half elf half human!Reader? Maybe ,the reader is told to help with the quest to destroy the ring and at first Legolas and the reader bicker a bit,but when the reader gets hurt Legolas realizes that he could lose her and confesses his love?(sorry if it's cheesy)

Imagine being a Peredhil (half elf half human) and being with the fellowship while having a rivalry with Legolas.

Masterlist

Fandom: Lord of the Rings

Words: 2289 (got a little bit carried away)

Warnings: none

(Gender Neutral Reader)

(Translation: condo means prince in Sindarin)

In all honesty, I had no idea how I ended up on this long journey with four hobbits, one dwarf, one Dúnadan, one man, and one elf, but I guess it doesn’t matter does it? Since I’m already this far along with the fellowship.

It’s quite a peculiar circumstance, isn’t it? Kind of sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. All we need to do is walk into a tavern and we would be the joke of the realm. I thought to myself as I kept on walking not really paying any mind to where I set my feet which was a bad choice on my part. In return for not watching where I was going I end up tripping on a rock that stood out from the ground at ended up tripping which then ended with me bumping into the elf in front of me.

Great.

He looked back at me in anger with sharp pointed eyes that were almost as sharp as his ears.

“Watch where you’re going, Peredhil,” he growled the last word as if something foul tasting was stuck in his mouth. As if the word itself was disgusting to even think let alone speak.

“Oh, I’m sorry, condo,” I grumbled back in Sindarin which he only replied with a grumble under his breath as he moved along.

I huffed in irritation, but moved along nonetheless and followed in tow with the rest of the fellowship who by now had gotten used to mine and the elve’s antics.

After traveling for a good whole day once more, with gladly no interuptions, we set camp for the night to be able to rest and gather back the energy we had lost along the way.

I groaned out in relief as I stretched my back and my arms hearing a few satisfying pops and feeling my sore muscles starting to relax. I sigh and yawn as I lay down, but of course Legolas has to add in a comment once again.

Scoffing he says, “Do all Peredhil’s tire so easily or is it just you? I mean you haven’t even chosen to claim the Gift of Man yet you seem to already have the characteristics off a Peredhil who has.”

Before I could even reply Aragorn cuts me off and glares at the both of us before saying, “Can the two of you stop fighting for two seconds?! You fighting is starting to get unbearably annoying for all of us at this point. Both of you are my close friends, yet you do not seem to be able to get along.”

“How could I get along with this, condo, who can’t get off his high horse and actually treat me as his equal rather than as if I was below him?” I huffed out as I glared at Legolas when uttering the word ‘condo’ and then turning back to face Aragorn once more to finish what I had to say.

“All I’m saying is, is that the two of you need to find some common ground before you drive the rest of us mad.” Aragorn tried to reason as he massaged his temples in agitation and frustration.

“I got to agree with the girl on this one, even though she is half-elf, Legolas can be insufferable at times.” Gimli added in which only raised the tension in the air once more.

“Oh my God,” Aragorn groaned out as he just sat down as well.

Legolas was about to reply, but one of the hobbits, Samwise, cut in, “Could you two just not fight for the night? We all need rest and we won’t be able to get any if the two of you keep going on like this.”

“I don’t need rest,” Legolas muttered out as if he was a child which just earned a groan from the rest of the fellowship and made me on the other hand more irritated than before.

I honestly do not even know how we came to have such a rivalry. When we first started off on this journey. Legolas and I were quick friends, but it seems after he found out I was a Peredhil, he started to distance himself and become more snappy which in turn made me also aggravated and I guess from there the tension just started to build more. I don’t necessarily understand why he would feel the need to become more distant from me, but it may be the fact that even though Elves don’t have a specific social hierarchy, us half-elves have always been deemed as lesser by full blooded elves. I do not know if it’s because we have a choice to either live as elves with immortality or be able to live out the rest of our lives as humans after accepting the Gift of Man, but it has just never made sense to me. Though Legolas and I have a lot in common and not just our race wise, but also our culture wise as I as well had been raised by not just humans, but elves as well.

The whole situation between him and I was confusing to me and I believe to him too. It may be that because of how he was raised; he looks down upon me more just because that is what he was taught, but who knows really.

After a small glaring contest between the prince and I. We all ended up going to sleep seeing as there was no point in continuing any further in this unnecessary fight between the two of us.

It was a peaceful night with crickets playing their song of the night and the wind blowing from time to time, but it seems it wasn’t long lived. The world hasn’t seemed to be on our side as of late.

In the dark of night orcs had ambushed us. Though Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli had woken up before the ambush there wasn’t enough time to alert the rest of us quick enough. So the hobbits, Boromir, and I woke up to a rude awakening with Orcs surrounding us.

Without another thought, as an orc launched itself at me, I unsheathed my sword and and jumped into battle slashing and stabbing my way at the enemy along with the others. As I was fighting off one of the orcs from the corner of my eye I saw one orc coming up behind Samwise. I couldn’t just let the poor halfling fend for himself, I had to do something so I ran up behind the orc closing in on him and killed him swiftly, but it was a short lived victory as another orc came to ram into my side pushing me over into the ground and falling right on top of me with its full weight. I groaned out in pain, but twisted my body and pulled out my knife and stabbed it in the eye to be able to get a chance to escape from under the large beast. Thankfully, my plan worked and I was able to pull myself out from under it, but before I could stand back up to my full height and send down my sword on the orc for its finishing blow the orc stabbed me with its weapon in my thigh. I screamed out in pain and clutched my thigh and in turn dropping my weapon. A stupid and grave mistake, but thankfully before the orc could recover and stand up to full height Legolas swooped in and swiftly took care of it.

Legolas looked around seeing as that was the last orc and he turned to me and was about to open his mouth, but then his eyes widened as he caught sight of my wound and quickly ran over towards me. He kneeled down next to me and examined the wound as he stared at it in concern and worry.

“Aww don’t worry to much, condo, ‘tis merely a flesh wound,” I tried to smile, but my face twisted into an expression of discomfort as more pain shot through my leg.

“This is no time for jokes (Y/N). We need to get this sword out of your thigh and stop the bleeding before I becomes anymore serious,” Legolas said sharply, but rather than it being his usual tone of irritation it was now laced with concern.

I just nodded as the others came to huddle around me as Aragorn and Legolas took charge as they had the most knowledge of herbs and medicines.

All I could honestly remember from those painful hours of recovery was just pain and the fact that throughout the whole process Legolas was always there at my side. Huh, I guess he doesn’t hate me as much as he lets on after all.

After resting for a few days not only for me, but for everyone else to patch up any wounds they might have acquired or to hunt for any extra game or search for any extra supplies or food to help us on our journey and help restock what we lost in the ambush. I was able to walk again seeing as my elven-side’s recovery kicked in to help save my leg and help save us time as well.

During the night before we planed to one again head off on our way I stared up at the sky not really thinking about anything in particular; just taking in the views the world had to offer, but my stargazing session was cut short as Legolas’ voice cut through the air, interrupting the silence along with it.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

I just shrugged at him knowing I had no real answer to his question.

After that we fell into silence once more till my mind wandered back to the day we got ambushed and I then realized, “You called me by my name.”

“What?”

“During the ambush you called me by my name rather than Peredhil,” I clarified for him.

“So?”

“You’ve always called me Peredhil, except at the beginning of our journey where you did not know that I was half-elven, and speaking of why do you hate me so much? It seems like the fact that I’m a Peredhil makes you uncomfortable around me.”

“I don’t.”

“What?” Now this time it was my turn to look at him in confusion.

“I don’t hate you. I just don’t really know what to do.”

“What do you mean?” At this point my mind was racing with many different possibilities and scenarios, but none of them seemed to make enough sense to me so I just let him speak.

“I have a sort of, how do you say, uhm...admiration for you, but the fact that I’m an elf prince and you’re a Peredhil makes me also very conflicted.”

I blushed at his statement. Sure, I had suitors in the past and I had a few court me none of them were, well, Legolas. I guess you could say, that even with all this bickering, I still somehow ended up admiring him too and seeing him in a light of more than just a partner.

“My my mind is conflicting with my heart,” Legolas confesses, “I’m royalty and I should marry to royalty and to someone who is a full blooded elf, well at least that is what my mind is telling me, but my heart is pushing me more towards you so I in turn though that if I had you hate me then maybe the decision between what my heart and what my mind wats wouldn’t be so difficult, but atlast it seems it didn’t really do much, did it?”

I chuckled out at him and smiled at him as he also returned it while we made eye contact with the other, “No, I guess it didn’t.”

“You know I was worried the two of you wouldn’t ever confess, but here we are,” Legolas and I whipped our heads toward the voice only to see Aragorn smirking at the two of us before winking and turning back around to catch more sleep, but not before muttering, “Before you do anything remember, people are trying to sleep.” And with that he fell back to sleep leaving the two of us wide eyed.

After a pregnant pause we looked back at one another before we ended up laughing lightly, as to not wake anyone else up, at what he said.

“It is kind of ridiculous now that I think about it.” I laughed out as my mouth widened into a larger smile.

“Yeah it is,” Legolas sighed out as he leaned closer to me which somehow had made my body react in the same way. Compelling me to lean forward. I glanced down at his lips as he did the same and I smiled up at him, with him returning it, but just as the two of us were about to meet Legolas let out a yelp, and I giggled at his reaction. Legolas quickly turned back to the source that had kicked him and caused him the slight pinch of pain only to see a grumpy Grimli glaring at the two of us.

“Save it for when you’re alone, lover boy,” and at that the dwarf went back to his slumber leaving a baffled and aggravated elf and me, a peredhil trying to contain my laughter at the events that just took place.

“I guess we could continue in the morning,” I laughed out as I kissed Legolas’ on the cheek before also turning in for the night leaving a blushing elf as he looked on into the night trying to refocus on trying to spot any enemies that could attack us during the night.

#legolas #legolas x reader #legolas imagine #lotr #lotr imagine #lotr x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x reader #the lord of the rings #the lord of the rings imagine #the lord of the rings x reader

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The Party of the Poe

Shipwrecked Comedy is having a fan-creation contest to celebrate 5 years so here is my contribution: a fanfic/script/thing imagining what would happen if Poe Party was actually the Fellowship of the Ring instead of a Murder Mystery Dinner Party/Gala for Friends Potluck. Watch Poe Party first because my thing has spoilers and also because it won't make sense unless you watch Shipwrecked Comedy’s brilliant webseries: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLs2T_dNZ-XW6UjWC-qUbZSWJyCLFmsdPP.

The Party of the Poe

By Heather

A fan work, based on Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party by Shipwrecked Comedy and The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien.

Chapter 1 – A Shadow of a Past

It was many and many a year ago…

[Edgar Allan Poe is sitting at his desk, writing furiously. He mutters to himself and crosses out a line. After a few moments there is an urgent a knocking at the door.]

POE: What is that rapping at my chamber door?

[He goes to the door and opens it. Annabel Lee is at the door, visibly shaken.]

POE: Ah the beautiful Annabel Lee! Hello! You are looking very beautiful today!

[Lenore has come to the door as well.]

LENORE: What’s wrong Anna-banana?

ANNABEL LEE: I was cleaning my mantelpiece while waiting for Eddie to pick me up after his volunteer shift sewing teddy-bears for the children’s hospital, and I found an envelope. I opened it and this ring fell out and it landed in the fire and strange writing appeared on it and Oh Edgar I’m frightened!

[Lenore snatches the ring and looks closely at the writing.]

LENORE: Hey, this is the One Ring!

[Poe and Annabel stare at her.]

LENORE: What? I saw it in one of those dusty old books in the library. Not like there’s anything ELSE to do around here!

ANNABEL: What is the One Ring?

LENORE: It basically lets you manipulate everybody. Like, one ring to rule them all. Sounds pretty great t.b.h.

POE: [Quickly takes the ring] NOT something to be left lying around. [He gives the ring back to Annabel.]

ANNABEL: What should we do about it?

LENORE: I know! You can go talk to JRR Tolkien! He’ll know what to do. He’s having a panel and book signing in DC today!

POE: That’s awfully convenient.

ANNABEL: Oh but what about Eddie? We were going to go dancing! And he’s so smart, I’m sure he’ll have some ideas!

[Poe scowls deeply.]

LENORE: [Glances at Poe] Well the panel starts in an hour, so you two should leave right now. I’ll tell Eddie, and he can meet you there!

[Annabel and Poe set off for DC. Lenore heads next door to Annabel’s house.]

[Enter Eddie]

EDDIE: Lenore, what are you doing here? Where is Annabel?

LENORE: Today has been so cray. Annabel found the One Ring.

EDDIE: The One Ring! So it IS in this house! I suspected as much when I began courting her. Where is it? Give it to me!

LENORE: Umm… It’s not here anymore. Annabel took it with her.

EDDIE: Annabel! That naïve girl! Annabel has insufficient wit to handle a treasure such as that. And you were a fool to let her walk off with it. But no matter. Tell me where she has gone.

If you join with me we can share the Ring.

LENORE: Ok ONE everyone knows that only one person can wield the Ring at a time and TWO I would never wrong my girl Annabel like that! My lips are sealed.

EDDIE: Then I will find her myself, and you will remain here until I do. [He locks her in Annabel’s study and leaves.]

LENORE: I am LITERALLY a ghost. [She escapes though a wall.]

Chapter 2 – Nine is a Party

[Meanwhile, Poe and Annabel have arrived at a cozy bookshop in DC, as have many other authors. The Panel of Tolkien begins…]

TOLKIEN: You have been called here, authors from various time periods and literary traditions. Called, I say, though I have not called you to me. For the One Ring has departed Middle Earth and been found here, in Baltimore, and it is we who sit here who must determine the fate of both worlds.

TOLKIEN: But first, I will explain the history of the Ring. This is the tale, as I know it…

[Eleven hours later…]

TOLKIEN: … and Frodo of the Nine Fingers and Samwise the Brave were at last successful in casting the Ring into the fire of Mount Doom and destroying Sauron once and for all, or so it was thought. But now here is the Ring. What shall we do with it?

WILDE: [Aside] Next time I’m insisting on the theatrical cut.

DOSTOEVSKY: Surely we must destroy it, but how? We do not have the means to destroy it here, and we do not know how to get to Mordor from America.

LENORE: [Materializes] Hey guys! Spoiler alert, Eddie is actually a bad guy. He wants the Ring for himself, and he’s on his way here to take it.

POE: Lenore, how did you even get here?

LENORE: Oh, apparently teleportation is one of my ghost powers! Cool, huh?

WELLS: If I can just have a few moments to measure Lenore’s teleportative ability, I may be able to calibrate my prototype time machine to create a portal to Middle Earth! Lenore, will you help me?

[They exit]

TOLKIEN: If we can get to Middle Earth, we must send the Ring into the Fire. Who will take it?

POE: Ok, hear me out. What if we give the ring to one of my ravens, and have the raven fly to Mordor and drop it into Mount Doom? Quick, low-budget, and no one needs to leave home.

BRONTE: I think if a bird would work, they would have done that the first time, don’t you?

[General sounds of agreement]

TOLKIEN: Yes, a party on foot does seem to be traditional.

HEMINGWAY: Besides, your ravens just fly around aimlessly as if they have never been trained. You’re a terrible owner.

POE: Hey! I pride myself on being a very good raven owner. Alright, fine. How about we do it once with all of the walking, and then try again with a raven and then we’ll see what is what.

WILDE: Yes, but we only have the one ring. [Smirks] Get it?

POE: Ok well if we’re not using ravens, who is going to take the Ring?

EMERSON: I suppose I could take it. I’m accustomed to spending lots of time outdoors wandering through the Massachusetts woods, the leaves fluttering softly like…

POE: [Interrupting] I will die before I see the Ring in the hands of a Transcendentalist!

[The argument grows louder and louder. Annabel looks around concerned. Suddenly she speaks…]

ANNABEL: I will take it. [Everyone goes quiet.] I will take the Ring… though I do not know the way.

TOLKIEN: Thank you Annabel. I would not wish to force this burden on you, but I believe it is right for you to take it, if you take it willingly.

POE: But surely you won’t send her off alone!

TOLKIEN: Certainly not! You at least shall go.

DOSTOEVSKY: I will also help you bear this burden. Mordor cannot be worse than Siberian prison.

ELIOT: I have brought along the Duke of Coventry and Humphrey Cadwallader for your protection. You have my sword.

HEMINGWAY: And my guns [winks].

BRONTE: And my axe! [Pause] What? I like sharp objects!

ALCOTT: Yes, we women need to stick together.

SHELLEY: Besides, you’ll need someone of intelligence on this quest. Count me in.

DICKINSON: And I’ll come too!

TOLKIEN: Alright [counting] that makes eight people in the party…

DICKINSON: Nine. It’s nine people.

TOLKIEN: I was really hoping for nine. We need one more volunteer.

DICKINSON: I said I was going. I make nine.

WILDE: Oh what the heck, I’ll go. Could be fun?

TOLKIEN: Excellent. Nine it is.

DICKINSON: I’m right… oh forget you guys, I’ll just stay home.

WELLS: [Returning] If you’ll all come this way, Lenore and I are ready to send you to Middle Earth…

Chapter 3 – An Abridged Journey

NARRATOR: This is where I must jump in to speed up the tale, for it grows in the telling. Wells had transported the company to a beautiful mountain village, and it was from there that our heroes began their journey south. The first obstacle in their path was a range of misty mountains. They decided to take a pass over the mountains but were soon caught in a terrible blizzard, and forced to retreat. Dostoevsky, who was most suitably dressed for this type of weather, was able to get everyone off the mountain, but was killed in an avalanche. There was much grieving. The party then went under the mountains, through some dim and foreboding mines. Here they lost Mary Shelley, who sacrificed herself against a terrible monster (which they were pretty sure was not named Karen). There was more grieving. Next, the party came to a beautiful forest…

ALCOTT: I could stay in this forest forever!

NARRATOR: She did.

NARRATOR: And at last it was time to make a choice…

HEMINGWAY: We should head west, to Minas Tirith, and aid in the war effort. This Ring would be a mighty gift to turn the tide in their favor.

POE: No, we should head east, to the Mountain of Shadow, as was agreed at the council.

HEMINGWAY: I trust the strength of men in combat over this subterfuge.

POE: That’s because you lack all subtlety.

HEMINGWAY: Well why don’t we let the lady decide?

POE: Yes, the lady.

NARRATOR: The lady was, at this moment, in the process of being carried off by a group of rather large orcs. The party sprang to action. At last Annabel was rescued, but Hemingway lay dead, shot by one too many orc arrows. There was yet more grieving to be done.

POE: You valued brevity, so I will simply say farewell, my dear, uh…

WILDE: Friend?

POE: Mmmm… acquaintance.

ELIOT: What should we do now? Hemingway wasn’t wrong. Gondor does need help in its fight.

ANNABEL: I could not ask any more of you to die for me. I will go to Mordor alone.

POE: Great idea Annabel. George – you, Oscar, and Charlotte should go to Minas Tirith. Annabel and I will go to Mordor.

ANNABEL: I said “alone”.

POE: Right. Yes. Alone. With me.

Chapter 4 – Of Battles, Briefly

NARRATOR: George Eliot, Oscar Wilde, and Charlotte Bronte continued on to Minas Tirith. They arrived to find it under siege.

BRONTE: Well I suppose it’s time to get our hands dirty. [She strides into battle, swinging her axe] One… Two… Three…

WILDE: Oh I don’t know about all of this…

[The Witch King of Angmar, leader of the Nazgul, lands before Wilde and Eliot. He dismounts and hits Wilde with his giant mace. Wilde falls.]

ELIOT: NO! Oscar! [She kneels by him] Like a brother you were to me, for a little while. [Standing and turning to face the Witch King] Ringwraith! Darken this world no more!

WITCH KING: You fool! No man can kill me!

ELIOT: I [removes hat] George Eliot [removes moustache] am a woman. [She runs him through].

WITCH KING: [Dying] Argh no dammit. This is the SECOND time this has happened to me. Oh it’s so embarrassing.

Chapter 5 – A Song of Fire and Also More Fire

NARRATOR: I could tell you all about the trials faced by Annabel and Poe on their journey to The Land of Shadow. How Eddie the Banker found them in the wilderness and became their guide, causing no little strife between our two heroes. How Eddie tried to betray them but was eaten by a giant spider. I could tell you of the long trek through the desert with little water, and less food. How at the end, Annabel became so weak that Poe had to carry her. But it is a long and depressing tale and I do not wish to dwell on it. Suffice it to say that at last our heroes made it to their destination, a chamber carved into the side of Mount Doom.

POE: Well, here we are. Cast the Ring into the fire, Annabel, and let us be done with this ridiculous quest.

ANNABEL: Now that it comes to it, it is difficult to part with. It whispers in my mind. I could claim it as my own, and become a queen, great and terrible. All would love me and despair.

POE: We already do. Just get rid of it and I’ll get you a nicer ring.

ANNABEL: Wait, was that a proposal?

POE: No. Uh yes. Uh maybe?

[Annabel casts the Ring into the fires of Mount Doom. She sighs with relief.]

ANNABEL: It’s over. It’s done.

[Annabel and Poe slowly head out of the chamber and make their way down the mountain. Suddenly, with a great roar, the mountain erupts. Annabel and Poe cling together on an outcrop as rivers of lava flow all around them.]

ANNABEL: I am glad that you are with me, Edgar, here at the end of all things.

[She looks up at the sky. A flock of birds is flying towards them.]

ANNABEL: Oh Edgar! The ravens! The ravens are coming!

[The ravens pass overhead and continue on. Poe coughs uncomfortably. Just as all seems to be lost, Annabel and Poe dematerialize, then rematerialize.]

Chapter 6 – Party’s End:

[Poe and Annabel look around. They are back in the bookshop in Washington D.C. All of the other members of the Party are there as well, and they are applauding.]

POE: What happened? Are we dead?

WELLS: No! It is a convenient side effect of this form of travel! When you died in Middle Earth you awoke back here!

POE: [Frowns] Does this mean Eddie is also back?

LENORE: No, he must have traveled to Middle Earth using a different method. He was definitely really eaten by a giant spider. Too bad, so sad!

[Tolkien coughs to get everyone’s attention.]

TOLKIEN: The Ringbearer has fulfilled her quest! Praise her with great praise! Thanks to you and to all of the Party, a terrible threat has been vanquished.

ANNABEL: Is the darkness gone forever?

TOLKIEN: No my dear. The darkness is never gone forever. That is why each of us must return to our own places and times, and fight the darkness however it may come to us there.

NARRATOR: There were many tearful goodbyes. Dostoevsky insisted that the entire group take a shot, in celebration of the love than had grown amongst them. Hemingway took a few friendly jabs at Poe. Eventually, the group dispersed, and Poe, Annabel, and Lenore made their way home.

ANNABEL: Isn’t it strange to think that we went on that great adventure to save the world, and no one in Baltimore knows anything about it?

POE: Oh, I don’t like attention anyway.

Epilogue

NARRATOR: As you know, the time comes when a Ringbearer must make one final journey. And it is said when Annabel sailed over the sea that Edgar Allan Poe went with her. And perhaps it was due to Poe’s great love for Annabel that the Lords of the West permitted it.

They took the last ship to the West, Poe and his Annabel Lee

There they loved with a love that was more than love, in a kingdom by the sea.

The End

#shipwreckedcomedy #shipwrecked comedy #shipwreckedfive #poeparty #poe party

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Things I’ve caught when re-watching TetoCU:

-CU rapping in episode 2 was awesome and I loved his singing. However, it takes on a different meaning after episode 11–Krupp attended JHE in the 80’s and rap was a popular genre back in the day. As we know, he did try to rap for the ill fated talent show. It’s possible that CU was unknowingly using that part of his childhood as Krupp at the time, and considering how quick he was to come up with the lyrics under a stressful moment, it’s possible that CU/Krupp has more talent than we suspected.

-Why exactly would Krupp allow DJ auditions if he’s 1. Against creativity and fun, and 2. He’s not going to choose any of them? Perhaps he enjoys getting their hopes up, only for them to get utterly destroyed.

-Remember that red headed child, Dressy? The one with the jewelry? Well you know how in episode 5, there’s a scene where Krupp is making a mad scramble to get all the comics to get rid of them? In the dodgeball scene, we see all the kids aiming their balls ahead of them as they read the comics, but instead of easily throwing it ahead of her while reading, Dressy throws her ball right at Krupp’s face. If that was intentional on her part, she either really hates Krupp like most students or she didn’t want that comic taken away.

-In episode 4, Krupp says that girl’s baffle him, and yet he was seemingly ok with talking to Ms. You in the next episode. Maybe he actually read that pamphlet. However, considering how he started to become nasty as a kid, it’s highly likely that his behavior turned many girls, and later women, away from him.

-In episode 6, there’s a shot where Meaner has a brown mustache, but in the next shot it’s gray. You have to pause it really fast in order to catch it.

-After CU defeats the robe monster in episode 7 (or was it 8?) his cape vanishes as if the monster took it with him. In the next few shots, CU magically regains his cape.

-In the sock monster episode, there’s a moment that helps confirm just how aware Krupp is of the fourth wall (besides the ‘that could be true’ gag in episode 11). When Samwise Gamgee–err, I mean the Narrator–comments on how the boys’ comic books end up coming to life while they look at the sock monster, we see both the boys AND Krupp look right at the fourth wall/us.

–One of the boxes the boys find in episode 10 has a ’78-’79 label, indicating that JHE has been around since the 70’s and possibly longer.

-In that same episode, if you watch the VHS tape closely, you might recognize students who could be the parents to the current students at JHE.

-More to the mystery that is Erica. It seems that while Erica enjoys a good prank (thus encouraging the boys to TP the entire school), she also enjoys pranking the boys. She seems to actively play a part in how the stories of certain episodes start out–most noticeably, she’s the one to encourages the boys to try to look into Krupp’s origins. She tends to have an uncanny ability to appear and disappear in a fast amount of time on certain moments. Most baffling is just how she managed to get into Krupp’s locker and behind the boys without them noticing it. (Unless of course she IS Batman). While it’s confusing as to how Erica can remember the alternate timeline in episode 12, she seemed to be well aware of the Hypno Ring’s importance and power to give it to the boys. This also raises the question of if she’s aware that Krupp and CU are one and the same.

-In the 10th episode, we see Ms. You make a comeback as she’s about to enter the pudding restaurant that CU breaks in to get some. We get a very unexpected early-bird cameo in the form of Krupp’s mom as she races out right after CU crashes into it. It’s not known if she had a chance to see CU before running out, but it raises the question if she’d instantly recognize her son or not. ....But honestly, after how badly she ruined Krupp, she deserved to get scared off by CU like that.

#captain underpants #the epic tales of captain underpants #cu epic tales spoilers

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The Fellowship of the Ring...

Heya! It’s Moreso, (and when I started this I was...) sitting on a bus to Dublin from my heart’s home, Rostrevor. Usually I can't read or write in a moving vessel because I get well sick to my stomach, but my mind is reeling and desperate to do some sort of verbal processing. Considering the poor Russian family I was forced to wedge myself between (I was too caught up in my goodbyes and got on the bus dead last only to have one open seat in the very back.) I don’t have the option of proper conversation, so word vomit I will onto this wee digital page. [Bear with….]

Where to begin? It has been three years since I initially made my journey across the pond to live in Rostrevor for 7 months. I have ached to return every day since my departure. When He initially started calling me back to Northern Ireland, the Lord spoke about “closure and new beginnings” and boy did He ever deliver. To say this trip was like being shucked into a refiner's fire is an understatement. It was beautiful and terrifying and painful and redemptive and I don’t fully understand how I’ll ever wrap my head around it all.

It is wild to me how a place where I’ve gone through the greatest losses and heartaches of my entire life could still be such a place of hope, deep spiritual connection with Jesus, love, peace, creative inspiration and healing. How special and set apart by God you are, dear Rostrevor.

Sweet Moxley sent me this gif when I left for Ireland before she did. She referred to me as her Frodo and she was Samwise Gamgee. To be honest, I had only seen the first movie and had never read the books. I was sick when I tried to watch the other two Lord of the Rings movies and didn't remember a thing about any of them really. As my trip went on, however, the Lord started to reveal to me that He wanted me to watch all three films because he had things to unpack for me in them.

Interesting.

Once in Rostrevor, I stayed between the houses of my wonderful mentors and my dear friend Miriam. Both households owned the box set of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, so I had them on repeat as I went about my days for almost two weeks. My final day in Ireland, my mentors Sean and Sari said they felt like they were meant to take me on a wee hike into the more rugged mountain areas of Ireland. We drove about thirty minutes up into the hills and away from the village and I was literally bouncing in my seat as the scenery became more and more fairy tale like. I had no idea it was even possible! Finally, we reached our destination, hopped out of the car in the lot of this little stone cottage turned cafe and we turned for the dirt path into the mountains.

I have never seen such beauty. It truly felt like scenery straight out of The Lord of The Rings. The trees around us spoke to me, their burnt and sooty branches whispering stories of their destruction- the pain and devastation of it. The further we walked though, new growth popped up from the ashes and then grew and grew and grew into healthier, greener, lush forest. It made sense. I was in that process of the weeds and dead, unhealthy things being burned up so that I could be rebuilt, like a Phoenix from the ashes. I too would become a lush, green, thriving version of myself.

The rocks under my feet crunched and crumbled, the sky stretched out for an eternity, deep blue and covered in clouds. When we reached our resting place, we drank the crystal clear, ice cold water trickling down the mountain and it was so pure and satisfying. In that moment, when I stood up and looked around, genuinely unable to speak because of how wild and rugged the mountains in front of me were, God spoke.

"You really are like wee Frodo. And I have commissioned this Fellowship with you to throw this ring into the fire. Let it go. It looks beautiful, it is something you see as precious, but ultimately it is destroying you. Let it go."

I was speechless. I was joyful. I was so, so sad. This 'ring' I held onto, I knew, was my engagement to a man whom I love very deeply. Sadly, there has been a lot of hurt in our relationship because neither of us were quite ready or healthy enough when we started our relationship to nurture it well. There had been massive strides, but the immense pain and the lack of trust was such that we were hurting each other more than helping and now the Lord was asking me to do something that felt impossible; Let go.

"You are not alone."

Looking at the wonderful couple beside me who has walked with me in the thick of my deepest hurts, who welcomed me into their home, who prayed with me while I wept over this night after night, God wasn't lying. Thinking of my amazing community of friends praying and texting and championing me as I went, of my own Samwise who flew across the world and spent time with me and also fell in love with this place I called 'home', of my Momma who is always on my side and ready with open arms whenever I need her, of Jesus who not for a moment has left me in the midst of all this craziness... I was so far from alone.

We grabbed lunch and our coffee at the little stone cottage. I took pictures of the Irish Sea and the rolling hills that we sat looking over. I packed my bags that night and walked the streets of Rostrevor, listening to the sounds of traditional session songs pouring out into the night and with the help of my Fellowship and my Jesus, I 'let go'.

This... this was only the beginning...

#lotr #jesus #rostrevor #ireland #healing #letgo #love

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Hi! Could I please have a matchup with a character from lotr and Marvel?

My Name is Rachel, Im 18, I’m heterosexual and my pronouns are she/her. My zodiac sign is Taurus and Im a Gemini rising. I have brown hair that comes a few inches below my shoulders, brown eyes and freckles.

I’m a really optimistic person, and I try to help others as much as I can! I’m good at giving advice, and making people feel better. I’m also very charismatic and very outgoing! I love trying out new activities, But, I can get impatient easily and I tend to be stubborn. I’m very affectionate and I tend to make sure that everyone around me is feeling alright before making sure that I am. Basically, I’m like the mom friend.

I really enjoy fashion design. I love sewing and coming up with a new ideas of something I can make! I’m also really passionate about music. I’ve played piano since second grade, and it really helps me to express myself! Some of my other hobbies include baking, crocheting and shopping. My personal style is a kind of mix between softie and angelcore. I love clothes that are pink, ruffly or have some sort of lace on them. Some things I like include, pretty perfume bottles, flowers, and jewelry I have a huge sweet tooth, so I also really like desserts! I absolutely hate bugs.

I hope that’s good, thank you so much!! <33

Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope you enjoy it!! <333

Lord Of The Rings;

Samwise Gamgee:

🥔 You joined the Fellowship in Rivendell, becoming the tenth member; you were skilled in the arts of healing, so Elrond knew the rest of the Fellowship needed you

🥔 The journey was dangerous and adventurous, but some fun, minus the orcs and all that; you were pretty glad that you were chosen to go

🥔 But when things took a turn for the worst, you didn't hesitate to make sure everyone was okay

🥔 Bandaging wounds and cuts and making sure the horses and ponies were fed, you finally made sure you were fine and dandy

🥔 During the trip, you grew closer to Samwise, who insisted that you call him Sam; he was super sweet and kind to you, always with a smile on his face (he loves the way your freckles dot your face)

🥔 You felt a bit protective over Sam, but he was a strong little Hobbit and actually wanted to protect you; the two of you had bonded like no other, and you both cared for each other a lot

🥔 When he went after Sam for the ring, you felt like your heart had been taken with him, you felt as if you should've gone with them; you were scared something bad would happen

🥔 Finally, when the ring was destroyed, you were reunited with Sam; you couldn't stop yourself from hugging him and digging your nose in his messy golden curls

🥔 You were surprised when Sam asked if you would come back to the Shire with him, and of course, after some shock, you said yes

🥔 Living in the Shire with Sam is amazing and so calming, living in the Hobbit Hole, you spend your days gardening with Sam, making your own clothes with the fabric you buy in town, and baking with Sam by your side; life is perfect in the Shire, the sky is always blue and the grass is always green, and Sam is always by your side

Marvel;

Thor Odinson:

⚡ You joined the Avengers because of your amazing powers, Fury having no choice but to make you join, you were just that good

⚡ You were quick to befriend all of the other Avengers, even Bruce and he's shy so that surprised you, but everyone thought you were funny, charismatic, and a bit stubborn

⚡ You loved all your new friends dearly, but you had a special connection with Thor, the God of Thunder; it was like there was this spark, the moment you laid eyes on him you felt as if electricity ran through your veins

⚡ At one of Tony's parties, all sitting around the table with Thor's hammer on it, everyone was dared to lift it; even you

⚡ You stood from your seat with a smirk, placing your fingers around the handle, you didn't think you'd actually lift it, but you did; the look on all of their faces was priceless

⚡ Thor was speechless and adored you even more so than he already did, and from that, he gained the courage to finally ask you out on a 'Midgardian' date

⚡ Since he was still pretty new to Midguard after he asked you out and you said yes, he asked what humans did for dates, and obviously you took him to the mall; where you did some shopping, before you went to a nearby garden where you wandered and looked at flowers; at the end of the date, the two of you baked a cake

⚡ Thor finds you irresistible, impeccably so, he thinks you are brilliant, kind, and understanding; he finds your talent for playing the piano spectacular

⚡ When Thor goes on trips to Asgard when he can't take you with him for some reason, (if you do, he requests explicitly for your Asgardian gown to be pink), he brings you back the finest Asgardian jewelry your eyes have ever seen

⚡ Thor loves the way your brown eyes light up when you see him, and the way your smile lights up the entire room; you love the way Thor's hair shined in the sun, and how protective and determined he is (you are the best couple is all of the Avengers)

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FARAMIR

Faramir was the second son of Denethor II and the younger brother of Boromir. He was the Captain of the Rangers of Ithilien and Captain of the White Tower upon his brother's death.

Faramir was born in the year TA 2983 to Denethor II and Finduilas, daughter of Adrahil of Dol Amroth. The following year, his grandfather Ecthelion II died and his father, Denethor, succeeded him as the Ruling Steward of Gondor.

When Faramir was five years old, Finduilas died. Her death caused Denethor to become detached from his family. The relationship between Faramir and Boromir, who was five years elder of the brothers, grew much closer and greater in love. Despite the obvious way that Denethor favored Boromir over Faramir, there was no jealousy or rivalry between them. Boromir protected and helped him, and Faramir looked up to his older brother. Although the siblings were very similar in appearance with their dark hair and grey eyes, it was not so in personality. Boromir was defined to be the more daring one, as well as the more fearless and strong warrior. Faramir’s boldness was incorrectly judged less due to his gentle nature and love of lore and music.

It was this interest that formed a friendship between Faramir and Gandalf the Grey. The youngest son of Denethor learned of what he could from Gandalf’s wisdom and mentoring. Denethor did not approve of Faramir as the "Wizard's pupil", for he neither trusted nor liked the Istar.

Faramir's leadership, skill-in-arms, and swift but hardy judgment proved to be handy on the battlefield. During the War of the Ring, he was the Captain of the Rangers of Ithilien, who often skirmished with the allies of Sauron in that province. Faramir valiantly defended Gondor from the Enemy, but did not enjoy fighting for war’s sake.

In June of 3018, Sauron's forces attacked Osgiliath, under the command of the Witch-king, whose presence caused the soldiers to draw back across the Anduin. When the last bridge was destroyed, in which Boromir’s and Faramir's companies remained, the two brothers, along with two others, swam to shore and managed to hold all of the west shores of the Anduin.

The night before the assault, Faramir had a prophetic dream of a voice speaking the following riddle:

‟Seek for the Sword that was broken:

In Imladris it dwells;

There shall be counsels taken

Stronger than Morgul-spells.

There shall be shown a token

That Doom is near at hand,

For Isildur's Bane shall waken,

And the Halfling forth shall stand”

—Faramir's dream

It came to Faramir twice more and once to his brother, and the brothers told of their dream to Denethor, who only told them that Imladris was an Elvish name for Rivendell, home of Elrond. Although Faramir had wanted to go for Gondor’s sake and was originally chosen by the Council of Elders in Gondor, Boromir, with the urging of his father, stepped forward and claimed the right to the errand, deeming it to be dangerous and doubtful. The Gondorian traveled nearly four months to Rivendell, losing his horse in the process near Tharbad, and arrived just before the Council of Elrond.

On February 29, 3019 at midnight, Faramir, who was on guard duty on the western shore in Osgiliath, waded down to a boat floating down the Anduin River. To his grief, it contained the dead body of his brother, which was pierced with many wounds. In it lay his sword, broken, but there was no sign of the Great Horn, which he and his father had heard being blown far across the distance in the North three days prior.

(I’m not sure if it’s stated in the books if this was a vision or not, let me know guys if you know the answer!)

During a battle with Southrons, Faramir, who took over his brother's position as the Captain of the White Tower, encountered the Hobbits Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee, recognizing them to be the Halflings his dream spoke of. After the skirmish, Faramir took the pair to Henneth Annûn and questioned them further.

Through intelligent questioning and intuition, Faramir determined that Frodo was carrying some great evil weapon of the Dark Lord of the Enemy. At this point, he showed the crucial difference between him and his proud brother:

“But fear no more! I would not take this thing, if it lay by the highway. Not were Minas Tirith falling in ruin and I alone could save her, so, using the weapon of the Dark Lord for her good and my glory. No, I do not wish for such triumphs, Frodo son of Drogo.”

This is obviously a lot more different than how he was in the movies.

Sam accidentally revealed Boromir's desire for the Enemy’s Ring, Isildur's Bane. Despite the hobbits’ fears, Faramir remained true to his vow that he would not take it even if it lay on the highway, for he was wise enough to realize that such a weapon could not be used for good. With this knowledge, he also realized the peril his brother had faced.

On the very same night, Gollum was spotted fishing in the Forbidden Pool next to Henneth Annûn -- an act punishable by death. Faramir listened to Frodo’s pleas to spare Gollum’s life though, and after interrogating the creature he decided that Frodo and Sam would be free in the Lands of Gondor and Gollum under Frodo's protection. Giving them provisions, he sent them on their way to continue their quest. At their parting, Faramir warned Frodo of Gollum's treacherous nature and that the path Gollum had proposed (Cirith Ungol) had an evil reputation of old.

Faramir and his company retreated to Cair Andros, an island in the River Anduin that guarded the northern approaches to Minas Tirith. After noting that the sky was now covered in complete darkness, Faramir sent his company south to reinforce the garrison at Osgiliath while he and three others of his men rode to Minas Tirith directly. Along the way, they were pursued by the Nazgûl, riding fell beasts. The men, except Faramir, were unhorsed and it was the Captain, a master of both beasts and men, who was still horsed and rode back to aid the fallen. If Gandalf had not intervened, they would have surely perished.

Arriving at Minas Tirith, Faramir reported to Denethor and Gandalf of his encounter with Frodo and Sam. Denethor became angry that Faramir had not brought the ring to Gondor, wishing that he and his brother’s places were reversed, since Denethor believed that Boromir would bring the Enemy’s weapon to him.

Denethor sent his remaining son to hold Western Osgiliath against the hosts of the Enemy that outnumbered their own greatly. Although Faramir disagreed with his father’s strategy, he agreed to go.

The Witch-king overwhelmed the men of Gondor and won Osgiliath. Faramir drew back to the Causeway Forts, in which many of the men were wounded or killed. Faramir decided to stay with the rearguard in order to make sure that the retreat over Pelennor Fields would not turn into a disaster.

Faramir was gravely wounded by a poisonous arrow during the retreat. Fortunately, Gandalf and Faramir's uncle, Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth, rode to the aid of Faramir and the troops with hosts of cavalry. Imrahil bore Faramir back to Denethor, telling him that his son had done great deeds.

Regretting that he had thanklessly sent his son off in needless peril without his blessing, Denethor, after looking in the Palantir, believing that the Ring was captured and the end was near, ordered his servants to build a funeral pyre for him and his son, who was believed to be poisoned by the Witch-king’s dart. Despite the protests of the Hobbit, Pippin Took (serving the steward in payment of Boromir's death) that Faramir was still alive, Denethor continued with this madness and released him from his service.

Horrified, Pippin went to alert Gandalf and Beregond, one of the Tower Guards. Beregond, who loved his captain enough to abandon his post and risk his life protecting him, stopped the servants from lighting the pyre. Pippin returned with Gandalf, who intervened by taking Faramir off the pyre as Faramir moaned out to his father in his dreams. Denethor took out a knife, trying to take Faramir back, but Beregond placed himself in front of Faramir. Seeing that he could not win, Denethor lit the pyre and laid himself down upon it, burning himself alive.

Then, Faramir was laid in the Houses of Healing until Aragorn came and revived Faramir with athelas. It was not a poisoned dart of the Witch-king that wounded him in a state near death as it was with Snowmane, but the arrow of a Haradrim, along with Faramir’s weariness and grief concerning his constantly strained relationship with his father and the Black Breath of the Nazgul, who, under Sauron's orders, hunted Faramir ever since he had left Ithilien. When he awoke, Faramir immediately recognized Aragorn as his rightful King, therefore realizing that no proof was needed after all.

Before Aragorn left to lead the soldiers to the Black gate, he commanded the Warden of the Houses of Healing to have Faramir and Éowyn to remain resting for at least ten days. After Éowyn demanded that the Warden take her to the Steward of the City to have her released so she could ride out in battle, Faramir, whose heart was moved with pity and pierced by her beauty, told Éowyn that he too, had to heed the advice of the Warden. He fulfilled her request to have her room look east to Mordor and asked her to talk with him at times.

Faramir and Éowyn walked together in the gardens nearly every day, and he learned from Merry Brandybuck of Éowyn's despair of feeling trapped, waiting on the waning of Théoden, and of Aragorn's rejection of her love.

On March 25, Faramir gave Éowyn a dark blue mantle sewn with silver stars that had once belonged to his mother, as they stood at the wall that looked towards Mordor. There, they saw a threatening darkness towering over and seeing this, Faramir told her of his dream of the Downfall of Númenor that the darkness threatening to overtake Middle-earth reminded him of the great wave that swallowed the land of Númenor. Somehow, to Faramir and the people of the city, a hope and joy welled in their hearts and he kissed Éowyn’s brow.

Éowyn, however, still felt languished and unfulfilled. Several days after he gave her the mantle, Faramir told her that he understood that she desired to be lifted in greatness and out of the cage she had felt trapped in, and when Aragorn only gave her understanding and pity, instead of love (which she later realized was a shadow of love), she had wanted to die valiantly and gloriously in battle. He told her that though he had first pitied her, he now loved her. There, Éowyn’s grief was fully healed, and no longer did she desire glory or greatness and realized that she had come to love Faramir in return.

Faramir briefly served as the Ruling Steward of Gondor, and began preparing the city for the King's arrival. On the day of the King’s official coronation on May 1st, Faramir surrendered his office, which was represented by the white rod of the Steward, kneeling as he did so. Aragorn however, gave the rod back, announcing that as long as his line would last, Faramir and his descendants would be Stewards of Gondor. After Faramir had asked the people of Gondor if they accepted Aragorn as their King (which they did), Faramir took the crown out and Aragorn was crowned King Elessar.

King Elessar appointed Faramir as the Prince of Ithilien, and Beregond to be the Captain of his guard, the White Company. As Prince of Ithilien, he and the Prince of Dol Amroth, Gondor's two highest-ranking nobles, became King Elessar's chief commanders. His duties also included acting as resident march-warden of Gondor's main eastward outpost, rehabilitating the lost territories, as well as clearing it of outlaws and orcs and cleansing Minas Morgul of evil remnants. Faramir also fulfilled the traditional role as Steward, acting as the King’s chief counselor as well as ruling Gondor in the King's absence.

After marrying Éowyn, the two settled in Emyn Arnen, where they had at least one son (named Elboron). Elboron would succeed Faramir as Steward of Gondor, Prince of Ithilien, and Lord of Emyn Arnen, after Faramir's death in FO 82. Faramir lived to be 120 years old, due to the large percentage of pure Dúnedain ancestry he possessed as a member of the nobility of Gondor. One of his descendants was Barahir, who may have been the son of Elboron.

Other names and Titles -

Captain of the Rangers of lthilien

Captain of the White Tower

Steward to the King of Gondor

Lord of Emyn Arnen

Prince of Ithilien

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #198 - The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: Blu-ray

1) The prologue.

The studio originally wanted to cut the prologue, but I’m glad they didn’t because it works REALLY well at establishing the world and lore of Middle Earth moving forward. I’m someone who has never read any of the books, so my only experience with this world IS the movies. And the prologue works not only to set up the intense backstory of this story, it also sets up the ring as a character all its own. But more on that later.

2) Ian McKellen as Gandalf.

McKellen was nominated for an Oscar because of his performance in this film (but oddly not because of the sequels, even though the performance loses none of what makes it special). This trilogy has a number of stand out cast members in it and McKellen is one of them. He is able to fully embrace all of Gandalf’s qualities. He is wise, occasionally angry, has immense patience but does lose it at times, and just has this massive beating heart. The way he interacts with the other characters - namely Frodo and Bilbo - shows just how important he is to them. You get invested in him and their relationships. It’s an absolutely wonderful role.

3) The Shire.

The trilogy is able to consistently portray a song sense of place across Middle Earth, so it is important that The Shire starts the trend. Through production design, writing, character, and even music (Howard Shore’s score plays an incredible part in all three films), there is a true sense of peace to The Shire. It feels like home, the one place which is untouched by the darkness which spreads through Middle Earth (in the films at least). And creating such a sense of safety which the audience then leaves from makes the following conflict all the more intense.

4) According to IMDb:

Gandalf's painful encounter with a ceiling beam in Bilbo's hobbit-hole was not in the script. Sir Ian McKellen banged his forehead against the beam accidentally. Peter Jackson thought McKellen did a great job "acting through" the mistake, and kept it in.

5) Ian Holm as Bilbo Baggins

Upon first meeting Bilbo you understand the warmth that lies beneath him, but the jadedness is what comes through strongest. He’s fed up with the simple living of The Shire, of the proper hobbits, and he longs for adventure. It’s a feeling I think most people have had at least once in their lives and it gets you invested in the character. Holm is a great character actor and does as fine a job here as he did in, say, Alien or The Fifth Element. You understand upon meeting him how important he is to Frodo, Gandalf, the story even, and he’s memorable even with minimal screen time (although minimal screen time in a trilogy of films all around three hours long is still a fair amount of screen time).

6) Elijah Wood as Frodo.

Frodo is really the main hero of this journey. He’s the one who carries the titular thing and definitely the one who goes through the biggest change from beginning to end (which is saying something considering some of the character development in these films). In this film, Wood is able to play Frodo with an incredible amount of warmth in him. You understand that he is a good person who is happy, but he forsakes that happiness to do the right thing (taking the ring to destroy it). Wood plays Frodo’s progressing grief and (in future films) descent into madness absolutely incredibly. You have to believe him through ever emotionally state and Wood performs in a way where you do.

7) This is a great representation of Gandalf’s complexities as a character.

Gandalf [after Bilbo accuses him of wanting the steal the ring]: “Bilbo Baggins! Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks! I am not trying to rob you! [Calmer now] I am trying to help you.”

Don’t mess with Gandalf. He may act kind to his friends, those he holds in good standing, but if you piss him off he will get so mad the room literally darkness around him. Juxtaposing this threatening anger with deep compassion for his friend is a great way of showing the audience just who the grey wizard is.

8) The trilogy deals with tone shifts REALLY well, to the point where you don’t even realize that there is a shift. But we are able to move from light happy Shire territory to dark evil “one true ring” territory effortlessly. I dig that.

9) I had a whole conversation with @theforceisstronginthegirl WHILE I WAS WATCHING THE MOVIE to figure this out. Because, besides invisibility, I didn’t really understand what the ring DID. I knew it worked as a horcrux which could bring Sauron back, but besides that? Now I understand the ring is more representative of the temptation of evil. There is power in evil. The power to influence, even the power itself is tempting. And the ring represents this. That works really well, I think. Better than - say - giving you superpowers through an evil ring.

10) Sean Astin as Samwise Gamgee.

While Frodo does start very grounded, the ring does end up effecting him in many ways. Not Sam though. Sam is consistently good and human throughout all three films, always doing the right thing, always having the best intentions for his friends in mind. The Fellowship needed Sam for the same reason the films do and that is because he is the heart of both. He’s the small town hobbit who has no aspirations for pride or adventure, only to do the right thing. And he stays this way from beginning to end. He is a good man and, in many ways, Frodo’s rock throughout the journey to Mordor. Sean Astin plays Sam just brilliantly, taking any sense of ego out of the performance and just letting Sam breathe as a character. He’s absolutely wonderful and has a great connection with Elijah Wood’s Frodo, helping you get invested in that relationship also. All in all, Sam is just great.

10.1) Yes, I ship Sam and Frodo. Not in a way where I’m like, “I’m so mad they didn’t get together in the end!” But like in a way where I understand how deep their relationship is already and can easily see them being with each other.

11) Christopher Lee as Saruman

Even before we learn he’s evil, Saruman is a dick. Calling Gandalf stupid and referring to Hobbits as “half-lings”. Lee is able to make the white wizard absolutely chilling and threatening, a guy you know you don’t want to mess with from moment one. Lee actually knew author JRR Tolkein and I believe had hoped to play Gandalf. Even though he didn’t, he still read the novels once a year every year until his passing. So he brings a lot of respect and understanding to the part which shows through. While Lee has always been a great villain actor, he’s almost chameleonic as Saruman I think. He knows the character inside and out; his motivations, how far he’ll really go, and that makes for a wonderful performance.

12) Merry and Pippin.

Portrayed by Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd respectively, both films characters go through a wonderful transformation in films two and three. However, this is a post about Fellowship, and in Fellowship we get a strong sense of who these characters are in the beginning (making their future development all the stronger). They are used for a lot of comedic relief in the film and are very good at it. Each of the Hobbits brings their own brand of warmth and heart to the first film, with this duo being no different. Each actor is great in their part and plays off the other incredibly well. Merry and Pippin are a set, they’re linked. And you understand the strength of that bond right away.

13) The Black Riders.

These movies do an excellent job with their monsters/villains. The Black Riders are a great representation of that. Their design is wicked strong and immediately threatening, playing upon classic fears of the unknown as they are literally shrouded in darkness. Every time they appear on screen there is an immediate feeling of threat. They’re just freaking awesome.

14) Hey look, it’s director Peter Jackson!

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15) Viggo Mortensen as Aragorn

Probably my favorite character in THIS film (Éowyn is my favorite character in the whole trilogy, but she’s not in this movie), Viggo Mortensen is crazy strong as the mysterious ranger. He reportedly was so in character during filming that director Peter Jackson referred to him as "Aragorn" for over half an hour without him realizing it. He has the grizzled rogue thing down but without the irresponsibility which can be attributed with the characters. There is this clear sense of both duty, grief, fear, and even shame for his ancestors which are always at conflict with each other that makes the character WILDLY interesting. Honestly, he’s just really freaking good in the part.

16) Ah, to eat like a hobbit.

Aragorn: “Gentlemen, we do not stop ’til nightfall.”

Pippin: “What about breakfast?”

Aragorn: “You’ve already had it.”

Pippin: “We’ve had one, yes. But what about second breakfast?”

[Aragorn just walks away]

Merry: “I don’t think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.”

Pippin: “What about elevensies? Luncheons? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper?”

17) One thing I like in this film that was unfortunately lost in The Hobbit films is the reliance on practical creature makeup. ESPECIALLY with the Orcs. I could theoretically walk down the street and see an Orc because it was actors in REALLY elaborate makeup. They felt real, grounded, even though they’re fantasy creatures. In prefer that to CG.

18) Holy shit, I just realized that these are the trolls from The Hobbit.

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19) Liv Tyler as Arwen

Unfortunately, there are only three really significant female characters in the entire trilogy (Arwen, Galadriel, and Éowyn) and they never interact with each other. Fortunately, they’re all pretty awesome. You understand just how important she is from her very first frame. Like other elf actors like Hugo Weaving and Cate Blanchett, Tyler does a good job conveying Arwen as something a little more than human. A little more evolved. Although I wish Arwen did more in terms of fighting during the trilogy, the audience is made to understand that she is not only competent but dangerous. Her first moment in the film she puts a sword to Aragorn’s throat after sneaking up on him (ah, flirting) and she easily tricks the nine Ring Wraiths into a watery (if temporary) demise. I just wish we’d had more of her fighting or interacting with other women.

20) Much like The Shire, Rivendale has a palpable sense of peace and safety to it which relates to a strong sense of place. You get a taste for elf culture as the film allows the audience (and its characters) to slow down and get their wits about them.

21) Hugo Weaving as Elrond.

Weaving is a remarkably talented character actor who is great in this part. As mentioned before, he is able to make the elf leader seem a little more than human. A little wiser, a little more evolved. He is very controlled which suggests a great amount of power behind him. You understand his concerns, his fears, his love for his daughter, his duty to his people, all through Weaving’s performance. He is just really great in the part.

22) There is a strong immediate juxtaposition between the more ambitious Boromir and the cautious Aragorn in their very first scene with each other. They don’t even really talk to each other but you understand what makes them different IMMEDIATELY.

23) I really like Aragorn + Arwen because we understand that there is not only a deep love between them but a great respect. They see each other as equals and in their scenes together are consistently honest, respectful, and compassionate. It’s just a great relationship.

24) The Council of Elrond

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This scene is just dripping with such juicy and interesting conflict. It is defined by such a unique culture clash between elves, men, and dwarves which escalated so wonderfully. All these different people with different ideologies and motivations fighting amongst themselves, including our first encounter with Gimli and Legolas’ blossoming fun conflict. It’s just awesome!

24.1) Ah yes, The Lord of the Memes.

24.2) I could talk about why Frodo is such a great hero, why he’s the one who takes the ring, but instead I will refer you to this excellent meta that’s been going around Tumblr.

24.3) I love Elrond’s sass face when Sam shows up, then his look of utter surprise when Merry & Pippin show up to his super secret council meeting.

24.4) And finally.

Elrond: “You shall be the fellowship of the ring.”

25) The way Bilbo freaks out when the ring is once again so close to him, when that evil tempts him, is so telling of just how dark this item of power is.

26) There are a number of small moments in this film which gets you invested in the group dynamic of the fellowship, making its dissolving at the end of the film all the more powerful. One of the earliest examples of this is when Boromir teaches Merry & Pippin how to handle swords before it devolves into a friendly row.

27) John Rhys Davies as Gimli

Davies is a character actor who is probably most well known for his role as Sallah in Raiders of the Lost Ark (outside of this film, that is). He blends wonderfully into the part of Gimli and I think is one of the most underrated actors in the film. Davies makes Gimli fun, gruff, occasionally heartbreaking (when he weeps over his cousin Balin) with an incredible fighting spirit that allows him to steal a number of scenes. He gets more room to shine in The Two Towers than this film, but that doesn’t mean he’s not consistently great.

28) The Mines of Moria.

As I’ve mentioned before, this film does well to convey a great sense of place in all of its locations. The Mines of Moria are no different. As soon as we enter this place we understand the danger which lurks here. It’s threatening and frightening, marking the Fellowship’s first great challenge. You know they’re not going to come through the other side unscathed.

29) I always liked this speech.

Gandalf [after Frodo says it’s a pity Bilbo didn’t kill Gollum]: “Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo’s hand. Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.”

30) Ah yes, the mine skirmish.

There’s a wicked sense of dangerous fun which marks this action sequence, which is potentially the best in the film. You get a sense of each character’s fighting spirit, with even the Hobbits jumping into battle passionately after they believe Frodo has been struck down. It’s just really entertaining.

31) The Bridge of Khazad Dum.

This is a scene of pure stakes. I was taught that if a character can leave a scene without being devastated, than the stakes are too low. That’s exactly what’s happening here. Gandalf can’t let the Balrog pass and destroy the quest and if the only way the Balrog doesn’t get what it wants is through death. This is why the scene is so iconic, because it’s so freaking simple. The creature design of the Balrog is absolutely amazing and Howard Shore’s score just packs a strong punch when Gandalf dies.

Because that’s the other memorable thing about this scene: Gandalf freaking dies. It’s absolutely heartbreaking even when you know it doesn’t take. This is partially because of Howard Shore’s score, but mostly because of the incredible performances the actors give while their characters grieve their departed friend. It’s just freaking great.

32) In continuing the film’s strong sense of place, the Elf Woods are very strong. There is something just a little bit off about it. It’s not the safe place Rivendale was but instead much more unsettling and mysterious. It’s otherworldly, just like its queen…

33) Cate Blanchett as Galadriel

Cate Blanchett is - I think - the greatest actress around today. And her performance in this film is no less great, even if it is supporting. You understand her wisdom, her heart, but there is something dangerous about Gladriel that lurks just beneath the surface. You know you don’t want to get on her bad side even when all she’s doing is being kind to you. Blanchett is able to be all these things with the appearance of ease, which I think is what makes her so great. When you’re watching Cate Blanchett act, you don’t think, “Oh, that’s Cate Blanchett.” Instead, she fully immerses herself in the character and leaves any sense of ego out of it. I freaking love Cate Blanchett.

34) The moment where Boromir opens up to Aragorn is really strong for me. It’s a moment of great connection between the two, where Boromir is able to put his pride aside and actually communicate the insecurities he has. The fears. How he wants to be a great man, a great leader. And Aragorn doesn’t judge, doesn’t argue, he just listens. He makes it safe for Boromir to speak. I dig that.

35) I never got the whole “Frodo offers the ring to Galadriel and doesn’t rescind the offer when she’s obviously tempted” thing. Like every time I watch I’m just like…

“Frodo, put the ring back. Don’t let crazy Cate Blanchett have the ring.”

36) I’m reaching the end of the post, so I should talk about Orlando Bloom as Legolas.

As with the other elves I’ve mentioned, Bloom is able to make Legolas feel something a little more than human. However, he’s also the closest to human elf we’ve seen so far. There’s a bit more fear to him, he’s occasionally more brash, and just genuinely interesting. Legolas ends up having a great kinship with Gimli and is just a lot of fun to watch.

37) The scene where Boromir gives into temptation and tries to take the ring from Frodo is incredibly powerful. It largely shows how poisoning the evil of the ring is and how even good men can give into that weakness. But the fact that his last moments are regretful ones over his actions just makes his eventual death all the more heartbreaking, especially because he asks Aragorn for forgiveness.

38) The final fight with the orcs is a solid climax with some real consequences, organically splitting up the group for future installments. The action is well choreographed and fun, making the scene just genuinely interesting.

39) Ending the movie the way it does is great because it is based on one of the simplest and most important ideas in storytelling: choice. Frodo CHOSES to leave the Fellowship, Sam CHOOSES to swim after him even though he can’t swim (one of many reasons I kinda low-key ship these two). Their choices have consequences which effect the rest of the trilogy and just lets them both grow as characters. I love it.

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring is an incredible start to a great film trilogy. We are introduced to Middle Earth in a great way with incredibly strong performances marking the lengthy run time. There is a great sense of epic scale to it as well as great heart, leaving the audience with a memorable adventure that feels full even though there’s more to come. All in all, just a great film.

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Stranger Things 2 REVIEW

Season 2 is an excellent follow up to the great first season of this super-hyped-up 80s nostalgia vomit show that we call Stranger Things. This season deals with the aftermath of the last season’s shenanigans: the trauma they’ve endured, the secrets they have to keep, and the dark entity that is still present in Will Byers' body. The stakes are much higher this season which made me love it more than the first one. Although the drama in the Byers family wasn’t that depressing as last season, this time Joyce had to make decisions that could destroy her son physically and mentally, which made this season very compelling and revetting to watch. It had a lot of The Exorcist vibe to it. It wasn’t straight up “exorcism” but it was definitely inspired by it.

The new characters were kind of 50-50 for me. Max is an interesting addition to the show. Her attitude and angst fit well with the “party”. Although, it felt like her addition to the whole story was forced. Like she was added to create minor drama for the boys (and at that one specific moment for Eleven) to deal with. Her over-the-top psychotic step-brother, Billy, was a completely useless on the other hand. I get that he was the new bully in this season, but was he even necessary? He didn’t do anything substantial for the story. He had one (important?) scene where he beats up Steve almost to death, but that didn’t do anything to escalate or affect the story at all. He was basically there to be this annoying bloke we have to hate. He was useless and it irritated the shit out of me when he’s on screen. Get the fuck out of here, Red Ranger. You sucked. Your movie sucked. Fuck off.

Samwise Gamgee from Lord of The Rings was a charming addition to crazy Joyce’s boyfriend. Their relationship was sweet and something Joyce’s character needed after a fucked up season 1 for her. Surprisingly, Steve Harrington was my favorite character this season. I love what they did to him; this asshole turned big brother to this little annoying cunts. The whole Dustin and Steve thing, especially that train tracks scene, was just adorable. It’s two very unusual characters to pair up with that ended up being cool together. Another thing to be praised this season was Noah Schnapp’s (Will Byers) performance. He wasn’t present that much in season 1 but this time around he really showed his shit. This kid sells it. He looked fucked, destroyed, and scared shitless in every scene he’s in. Easily, the best performance in this season.

The biggest flaw in Season 2, or even in the entire show so far was episode 7. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SHIT? It was as if the show suddenly turned left for a U-turn and went to this shitty circus instead of going straight to Disneyland. Nothing was redeemable in this episode except for Millie’s performance. It was so out of left field for them to include this “lost sister” and her weird gang of misfits; it felt like they’re trying to build a spin-off show out of these weird looking idiots or something. Are they trying to do a shittier Suicide Squad show? I just don’t understand how that episode was included, let alone approved to be included. I get that it was a backstory and character build up for Eleven, but they could have done it in some other way that doesn’t involve uninteresting characters or left field stories that put you off from the show. You could literally skip episode 7 and still understand the flow of the story. THE WORST EPISODE OF THE ENTIRE SHOW. HANDS DOWN.

Technical wise, this season was perfect. The cinematography alone was something to be praised. TV does not deserve how beautiful this show was. It’s something that should be shown in cinemas just for its visuals. Easily, if this was a movie, it would be nominated for an Oscar for its cinematography. The visual effects had a huge improvement from the first season. The shadow monster looks eerie which perfectly fits the Halloween vibe the show wants. The editing is also great. The transitions from scene to scene was creative and fun. And finally, the score (the background music in normie term) is perfect. It's euphoric to listen; it’s creepy and fun at the same time.

Stranger Things 2 is an excellent follow season despite having the worst episode of the entire show so far. This whole show is the perfect mashup of everything 80s nostalgia that you want, from movies to music to video games. It may have been inspired by different things all together, but it still felt original and could stand on its own at the end; thanks to its well-written characters, interesting story, smartly-written dialogs, amazing cinematography, perfect cast, and just overall fun. 9/10

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My Imaginary Friend

“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal”

- Albert Camus

When we are children some of us can remember having an imaginary friend. I had “Jeremy”. I don’t remember at what point in my childhood I imagined him to life, but, I can remember telling my mother all about the things “Jeremy and I” did outside while playing in the yard. He wasn’t one of those dominate imaginary friends who was involved in everything but since I was the youngest child (by a LOT of years, my brother who is second to last in my siblings is 12 years older than me) who didn’t have siblings to play with I made that person up. Jeremy and I played in the treehouse, swam in the pool, and played on our play set. Jeremy also was there for me during the bad nights. The nights, after my 6th birthday, when my parents would yell and scream for hours on end because of the latest fight that they felt the need to have. I could feel Jeremy holding my hand, laying under the blankets with me, and helped me close my eyes tight and take myself to a pretend land where it was quiet and where screaming was forbidden. Jeremy in all sense of the word was my “sanctuary”. He didn’t yell, he didn’t get mad, and he never, ever left me.

At some point, as I got older, Jeremy shifted away from my reality and I came to acknowledge that my imaginary friend wasn’t reasonable to have anymore. I started to realize I had to find a logical way to deal with the stress and unpleasantness that life brings. I couldn’t hide with Jeremy under the blankets when I was in social situations, at work, or while I was praying for the screaming to stop. At that point I felt as if I had no one that I could solidly turn to. This of course was not the truth, I had a lot of people who loved, cared, and wanted the best for me. But in my mind, without Jeremy, I was truly alone. This created the “don’t ask, don’t tell” years. The years in which I ignored the “Are you ok?” questions and instead created a facade that masked over what was really happening inside of my head so no one would notice. The years where I didn’t tell anyone how I was feeling, what was bothering me, and what was too much to bear. Instead I kept this feeling so deeply inside of me that I could feel it gnawing at my stomach, could feel it buzzing inside of my brain, and could feel it slowly killing the happy, light hearted person that I was with “Jeremy”. But the one thing I didn’t let happen was I refused to ever, ever, ever lose it completely. I allowed myself to get to the point of just enough and then I would make it stop. I would never fully allow myself to panic. A lot of time this meant causing myself physical pain that I forced myself to focus on rather than deal with what was going on in my head. I functioned for my entire teenage years and a very big majority of my 20’s with this feeling. It became so part of my life that I simply accepted it as who I was destined to become in this world. Never truly happy but never absolutely miserable. Just there.

“Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul"

- Unknown

Enter year 26. In January of 2013 I met the man who would absolutely and completely change my life. He was a tall, handsome, shy man who wore a purple batman shirt to a bowling alley that we both didn’t want to be at. And while we barely spoke 10 words to each other that night (introvert couple problems) in the next few months I would never want to hear one persons voice so much in my life. Our relationship felt like a whirlwind of emotions and colors that I had never felt or seen before. We spoke every day, texted from sunrise to sunset, and saw each other as much as we possibly could living an hour apart and both having very busy lives. By November of that year he had asked me to marry him and by May of the following year we were saying “I do”. Before I could realize it he became my new “Jeremy”. He was the one my mind went to to help me deal with the latest stress it had created. He was the one who held my hand, the one who hid under the blankets with me, and the one who never yelled because it was forbidden. Before I realized it I was relying so heavily on him that when he was not around suddenly I completely forgot how I dealt with the bad times and my grip on the panic started slipping.

I remember my first full panic attack. I was facing a work trip that involved me getting on a plane by myself and flying to Las Vegas. It would be the first night sleeping away from my husband, the first time being over 1,000 miles away from him. Enter the night before I was about to leave. I had gone upstairs to our bedroom and in one moment my brain went into the most uncontrollable panic that I didn’t know what was happening to me. I felt my blood go cold inside of my body, I felt my hands shake, felt my lungs burn as I struggled to breath, and I felt myself crying uncontrollably. I could blindly hear my husband running up the stairs and pulling me into his arms. “Baby, what’s wrong” my mind could hear him saying over and over. My mouth opened and I could hear myself say “I’m scared”. In reality it was so much more than “scared” of going on the trip. I was petrified that my mind had suddenly betrayed me. What was this? I didn’t panic. I didn’t allow myself to panic. I held it in, kept control, no breaks, no leeway, 24/7. Who was this weak person who was curled into a ball on our bed while my husband ran his hands through my hair whispering “I’m here baby, it’s ok. I won’t let anything happen to you.”?

“The Mad Hatter: ‘Have I gone mad?’ Alice: I’m afraid so. Your entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.”

- C.S. Lewis “Alice in Wonderland”

I remember the first time I heard the word “anxiety” used to describe what was happening to me. It had gotten to the point that my mental state was starting to affect my work and my boss started to notice. He came to me, concerned I was unhappy at my job. I burst into tears, begging for forgiveness. And in an instant my mouth opened and everything came out. I told him everything I had been going through, everything that I was dealing with, and all the nights I had spent awake thinking of every worst possible scenario possible to every situation I might possibly have to face. I told him I was crazy. His words were “Amanda, you are not crazy. You have anxiety.” It’s funny how hearing one simple word changes your entire view of yourself. It’s like uncovering a mirror and slowly letting the reflection show you what you really look like. But that mirror shows you everything that you really don’t like about yourself: the extra weight, the spots on your face, your dark shadows under your eyes, the haircut that isn’t flattering, the makeup that doesn’t look as good as the end of the day. However, this mirror showed the absolutely terrible mental state that I now found myself accepting. I was not strong, I was not in control. I was so incredibly fragile and broken that I did not know who I was. This girl had never existed in my entire life. What was I supposed to do with her?

I wish I could end this with this amazingly uplifting blurb about how I was able to conquer my anxiety and that instead of my anxious thoughts taking over 85% of my thoughts it now only is 20%. However, I cannot. In all honesty the anxious thoughts are probably 50 -60% of my thoughts. I have however learned that I can gain some control. My support system is 110% part of what makes me strong. Each person who is part of it in some way helps me get through all my bad moments. And by focusing on that I feel like my bad moments don’t last as long. The anxiety isn’t as crippling, it doesn’t last as long, and when it does I feel that I can still remember “This too shall pass.” My anixiety is with me wherever I go. To the grocery store, to that social engagement I don’t want to go to, to all my work trips, and to all the moments that make my heart beat a little bit faster. Always there and holding my hand warning me of all the bad things that could happen in this moment. This is a different version of “Jeremy” that I didn’t know existed but I feel like was always there. He was that part of me that I kept hidden, that I didn’t accept, and I didn’t acknowledge so that I didn’t have to feel so fragile. He was my gut wrenching fear that my parents weren’t going to make it through this fight. He was my absolute devastation and tears over the hurtful words and actions of teenage bully’s. He was the heartbreak of watching death, watching loved ones walk away from you, and the horrible feeling of losing friends. He was the intense pain of change in your life you didn’t want to happen but that happened anyway. He was the few tears you cried when everything became too much. Yes, “Jeremy” was always my anxiety. He was always my little friend.

“And tho she be but little. She is fierce.”

- William Shakespear

There’s a part in The Lord of The Rings book “The Return of the King” where Frodo has finally succumb to the journey. He had completed his journey, destroyed the ring, but found himself too tired to finish. In what he feels is his last moments he turns to his faithful friend and says “I am glad to be here with you Samwise Gamgee. Here at the end of all things.” I can remember being a 15 year old girl reading Lord of The Rings for the first time (the first of 24 times) and feeling such absolute heartbreak at those words. Not just for the characters that I had grown to love but I had the worst yearning to feel that way about someone in my life. To have that person who would find you no matter what and would always be there for you. Anxiety has introduced me to those characters in my life. I have found my Samwise Gamgee’s.

It’s a funny thing, anxiety. While it is terrifying and crippling and absolutely awful, it also really opens your eyes to a whole new world around you. Not while you are in the middle of the blinding panic but in the times in between. In the solitude of your mind finally quieting and the buzzing lifting you start to see what you missed. The best friend that, even tho he’s going through so many problems himself, is always there for you. He’s the one who doesn’t need you to explain what is going on because he just gets it. The one who always signs to you “Are you ok?” because he knows you can’t answer the question out loud. And even if he doesn’t know everything he’s there anyway with a smile and a pun that makes you roll your eyes. Your best friend who might not fully know what you have to deal with on a regular basis understands anyway because she is going through so many changes herself that she to starts to feel the pull of anxiety. And when she knows your days are bad, even though she's 2 hours away, she sends you so many encouraging texts and snapchats to make you laugh just so that you can stop crying. The mother, who you were terrified to tell, that is suddenly so understanding that it makes you cry and wish at the same time that you weren’t telling her. And the husband. The husband who doesn’t even have to ask you anymore because he knows you so well that he can see it in your eyes before you even fully know it yourself. The husband who encourages you to be brave but who doesn’t get mad at you when you can’t be. The husband who holds your hand a little tighter because he can feel the slight trembling in your hands. The husband who kisses your forehead and tells you “I’m so proud of you.” The husband who put the color back in your world. The husband that makes you a little braver with every “Amanda, I love you.” Yes, anxiety, even in it’s worst forms has opened my eyes to what I didn’t realize I had. That support system that gets me through all my long days and all my sleepless nights. They are the real soldiers in this war I fight because in ways I feel like their jobs are harder. They have to feel helpless and they have to watch. And lets face it, as ugly as anxiety is on the inside, it’s a hideous monster on the outside.

In a way this blog post was therapy for me. But it was also my way to say “Thank you.” To my best friends, to my support system, to my amazing husband. And to “Jeremy.” Thank you, for always be there. For always being my friend.

“Not to spoil the ending for you or anything, but everything is going to be ok”

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