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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Disapproval posted, 4-20-24)
Lothiriel finds fault with her husband’s treatment of her (Romance, Humor)
(late April, 3020 III)
Eomer quietly entered the bedchamber, carefully trying not to disturb his sleeping wife. Moving over to the bed, he gazed down on her, lit faintly by the dying fire. So beautiful, and at long last his. It felt as though he had waited an eternity to make her his bride.
Skinning out of his clothes, he washed and slipped on his nightshirt, then returned to the bed. For several minutes he was content just to watch his wife in slumber, but at length he sat down gently on the side of the bed. Leaning over, he pressed a tender kiss to her lips. Before he could withdraw from the loving gesture, arms snaked up around his neck and pulled him tightly into a deeper kiss.
As they parted, he gave a chuckle. “I did not think you were truly asleep!”
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Amity posted, 4-17-24)
Eothain considers his friends (Friendship)
(57 IV)
Relations with people can be unexpected. It never seems that they turn out quite as I initially anticipated. That has been a repeated occurrence during the course of my life.
Take, for example, my relationship with Eomer, son of Eomund. We met as boys, and promptly got into a disagreement about something – I do not even recall what – that ended in a fight. We both were bloody, bruised and dirty, but somewhere in the scuffle, we seemed to thrash out our differences and from that moment on became the best of friends. Even when we were separated by many leagues, training with different eoreds, our friendship did not wane. Once we were reunited, it was as strong as ever and it seems we have been side by side ever since. Only now he stands as my sovereign, and I serve as the captain of his personal guard. Who would have thought those two lads with flying fists would come to such closeness?
Because of my friendship with Eomer, I have developed other ‘unusual’ relations as well. After the Ring War, he met a young lady from Dol Amroth and promptly became smitten. Well, he would not put it that way, but that is essentially what happened. Fortunately, she looked beyond his unpolished surface and saw the fine man within, and reciprocated his feelings. Lothiriel is…unique. Most of the nobles I have had occasion to know did not particularly appeal to me. I could tolerate their company if need be, but much preferred spending time with my Riders instead. Then Lothiriel joined us. The queen and I have formed a relationship built largely on squabbling. Oh, it is not so bad as it sounds, I assure you. It is just, I seem to be able to readily get a rise out of her, and my actions seem to goad or annoy her regularly. I rather take pleasure in getting her to fuss at me, and generally I know that it is not done in anger. Likely she does sometimes consider me rather frustrating, with my jesting nature and carefree attitude, but I know that down deep we are truly friends. She has proven her regard for me time and again, not the least of which was when she defended me against charges of treason. For my part, I would gladly die protecting her, and I will mourn her passing as deeply as any of her family members will.
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Changeover posted, 4-13-24)
Lothiriel changes dance partners (Friendship, Romance)
(Gondor - May, 2 IV)
A heavy hand clamped down on the shoulder of Lothiriel’s dance partner, bringing him to a rather abrupt halt. “My lord,” a voice growled low and menacingly, “you have two choices. You will step aside and allow me to partner my queen from here on, or you will dance with her in a more appropriate manner. Should you choose neither of these options, I will be forced to…persuade you otherwise!”
The man’s face went red, though to Lothiriel, who was trying valiantly to hide her smirk, she rather thought the fool was more angry than embarrassed or frightened. He had requested permission to dance with her, which she had granted readily enough, but as had been noted, his behavior since was as irritating as it was inappropriate. She had been on the verge of taking drastic action against the man when this unsought aid had arrived.
“How dare you!” the man snarled. “How I dance with the lady is none of your concern!” He looked to Lothiriel for support in this matter, but found her gazing impassively at him. As the hand on his shoulder painfully tightened its grip, he became more unnerved since he was no match for this man. “Surely your majesty will not allow this hooligan to disrupt our dancing!”
“On the contrary,” Lothiriel smiled benignly, “I find his intervention most timely. And you should be thanking him for saving you a most unpleasant encounter with my husband. Had it been the King of Rohan who found it necessary to rescue me from you, you would not have been given a choice about what you did. My husband has a rather vile temper, particularly when it comes to someone behaving offensively toward his wife.”
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Diversion posted, 4-10-24)
Lothiriel demonstrates her ability with diversionary tactics (Romance, Family, Children)
(July, 13 IV)
Eomer was restless. It had begun early this morning when, just as he finished kissing his wife awake, the children had stirred and she had needed to go and attend them. Before she returned, the servants had brought breakfast, and Gamling arrived to notify him there were papers he needed to sign so the courier could be sent off this morning.
Fortunately, despite the busy morning, there was little on his agenda for the afternoon other than reading reports, and at the moment he was not inclined to pursue that. He considered slipping out to the stables for a ride, but that didn’t seem to be the scratch he needed for this itch.
His wandering led him to his bedchamber, where he spied Lothiriel folding some clothes. In an instant, he knew that what he needed to soothe his restlessness was some time alone with his wife. He slipped in the door and came up behind her, silently snaring her in his embrace.
“Have I told you today how much I love you?” he murmured into her hair, drawing her back against him.
“No, as a matter of fact, I do not believe you have,” Lothiriel replied with a pleased smile, not averse to this distraction from her chore.
“How very remiss of me,” he purred softly near her ear as he brushed her hair aside and began to nuzzle her neck.
Just as he was starting to warm to his task, however, he heard a small cough and paused. It came again and he glanced down to see his three-year-old son gazing innocently up at them. “What are you doing, Papa?” the child inquired, and Eomer felt his wife quaking in his arms with suppressed laughter.
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Opinion posted, 4-6-24)
Lothiriel overhears an unsettling remark (Romance, Insecurity)
(Gondor - May, 2 IV)
“It truly is very sad, do you not think? I mean she virtually leads the man around by his nose! Who would have thought the great King of Rohan would be brought to his knees by a woman. How humiliating!” The second man chuckled, somewhat uneasily, at the remarks, and the two moved away. They did not notice Lothiriel concealed in shadows nearby, nor glimpse the troubled look upon her face at their words.
Did all of Gondor think that? And the Eorlingas as well? That she had…had turned Eomer into a weak and submissive man, had somehow emasculated him? The thought horrified her. She had no wish to undermine who he was, certainly not in the eyes of others. He was a fine and great king, and a renowned warrior. Had she somehow tarnished his image by her behavior?
With a sigh of discouragement, she moved back into the busy flow of the Merethrond. A headache was building that would not withstand all the noise and confusion. Perhaps it was best that she withdraw for this night. It took a moment to locate her husband in the room, and she worked her way toward him through the crowd. He was obviously enjoying a lively conversation with the King and Queen of Gondor, and she paused nearby waiting for him to notice her.
As he did, a grin split his face, though it faded slightly at her expression that seemed a bit strained. “My lord, I believe I shall call it a night, and check on our son before turning in.”
Instantly Eomer responded from his heart. “So soon? I had hoped for another dance with you!”
Lothiriel swallowed hard and then lowered her eyes. Consciously choosing her words, she spoke clearly and distinctly, “As you wish, my lord.”
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This is incredible! Well done. It works very well in this variation.
First Post!
I deleted my old tumblr because... man idk why it was covid-times and the prefrontal cortex was not in the room with us!! Anyways, I was reminded by my lovely friend @repecca that tumblr exists, and that some of my work has been going around on here, so I decided to post some of my work up officially!
Starting off with my most notable (?) work to date, here's my LOTR: The Middle Kingdom Project.
Now, it's been over a year since I posted this, and at the time I was... really searchingfor myself artistically, and I decided to go all in on something that I'd been ruminating on for a long time.
So, hello, again. I'm Leia. I do visual development/BG design, and I'm also a writer of things. I love fantasy and transformative work. It's nice to meet you.
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Musings posted, 4-3-24)
Lothiriel babysits and touches off some musing (Family, Romance)
(January, 7 IV)
As Eomer entered the dining chamber, he came to an abrupt halt at the sight that met his eyes. Two small boys, only one of which belonged to him, sat giggling over their meals, while Lothiriel was dishing food onto the plates of two other boys as Miren dealt with a crying infant. Eomer could only claim one child, but he recognized three as belonging to his Doorward, Gamling, in addition to Miren’s son, though why they were all dining at his board he did not know.
“What is all this?” he questioned, easing into a seat somewhat removed from his usual place next to his wife. It wasn’t that he found the surfeit of children displeasing, just puzzling.
“Eadnes is quite ill, so I had Gamling bring the boys here for Miren and I to watch over until she is better. I also sent a servant to sit with her during the day while Gamling is working,” Lothiriel explained, not looking up from her task.
“See, Papa? Now I have brothers!” Elfwine gleefully exclaimed, draping his arm around his friend Freawine’s shoulders. “I wish they could stay with us always!”
Eomer’s eyes met Lothiriel’s and they grinned. “I am sure it would be nice for them to stay, son, but I fear their mama would miss them too much for that, just as yours would miss you if you went to live somewhere else,” Eomer answered.
“I know,” Elfwine sighed, “but at least we can have a nice visit until their mama is well.”
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Fate posted, 3-30-24)
Eomer and Lothiriel ponder how things might have been different (Angst, Family)
[This story follows on to “Guilt” (https://archiveofourown.org/works/41467341/chapters/104622678. It is best to read that first as this one assumes you are familiar with the circumstances there.]
(very early August, 3020 III)
“My lord!” Erkenbrand exclaimed, hurrying toward Eomer as he dismounted and moved to help his wife do the same. “We were not expecting you.”
With Lothiriel safely on her feet, the king turned and smiled at his longtime friend. “We were not anticipating a visit, but I went to the Fords of Isen, and since we were so close it seemed appropriate to come by and see how things are progressing.” He turned to draw his wife forward with a wave of his arm, which he then placed around her shoulders. “You remember Lothiriel, do you not?”
“But of course,” Erkenbrand smiled, taking her offered hand and kissing it. “It is a pleasure to see you again. You look well.”
Smiling, Lothiriel nodded. “I am, and I am pleased to meet you again also. But, please, do not go to a great deal of trouble for us. Think of us only as friends dropping by.”
He grinned in response and answered, “I see you still fit well with the Eorlingas, my lady! But, then, I could not imagine Eomer marrying a dull, formal woman!”
The three of them chuckled as Eomer offered his arm to his wife and they followed Erkenbrand inside. The conversation quickly turned to the continuing work on repairs to the fortress, and the state of affairs in the West-mark. When Erkenbrand’s wife appeared, Lothiriel took the opportunity to slip away with her to the room they were to be given during their stay.
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Contemplation posted, 3-27-24)
Eomer ponders an alternative possibility (Romance, Introspection)
(February, 21 IV)
Even when Eomer was not in residence there, Lothiriel preferred sitting in his study over using her own sitting room. Perhaps it was because she felt his presence though he was absent. The evening found her there now. Late meetings had drawn him away, so she sat alone knitting, curled on the couch.
It was sentimental of her, she knew, but she had a great fondness for this couch as it was the place where Eomer had first kissed her. True, she had been asleep at the time, and he had snuck the buss while she was unaware, but still she cherished the memory of that occasion.
She was lost in her reminiscing when the door opened and Eomer strode in, closing it securely behind him. She glanced up from her knit work, and watched as he made a beeline for the couch. Plunking down next to her, he promptly stretched out and plopped his head into her lap, giving a heavy sigh.
Smiling, she laid aside her work and looked down, asking, “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, my lord?” Her fingers automatically began stroking his hair back from his face.
His eyes closed, he informed her, “This man is in desperate need of his wife’s company.”
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Fulsome posted, 3-23-24)
Lothiriel is disheartened by changes (Romance)
(Feb, 11 IV)
Eomer tugged at the laces to his shirt, but paused to look up as a sigh emanated from his wife. She had just pulled a dress over her head and was now checking it closely in the looking glass, apparently dissatisfied with something about it.
“What is the matter?” he inquired, sitting down to pull on his boots.
When there was no response, he again looked up to eye Lothiriel questioningly, then rose to go and stand behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Her gaze flicked to meet his in the glass, a frown marring her lovely face. He lifted an inquiring eyebrow, and at length she sighed again before explaining, “Bearing three children has taken a toll, I fear. My dresses no longer fit so well as they once did.”
Eomer ducked his head to hide a grin, and slid his arms around her waist. Flattening his palms across her stomach, he pressed her back against him and kissed her head. “Beloved, it is natural that you gain some weight in bearing our children, and that it is difficult to lose afterwards. It is of little consequence. You are yet a handsome woman, even if your curves are a little fuller than they once were. Do not think I am unaware of the effect childbirth has upon you, or the efforts you make in keeping your figure as nearly what it was when we married, but even if you become quite round I will still adore you. There will simply be more to love!” he assured her.
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Pedagogy posted, 3-20-24)
Elfwine requests training from his father (Family)
(Dec, 6 IV)
The door to Eomer's study nudged slowly open, and he glanced up when it gave a creak. For a moment, he saw nothing. Then, as he lowered his gaze, a tiny figure entered and trotted over to stand beside his chair. Laying down the papers he had been reading, he looked down at his son, Elfwine, who was leaning on the chair. The boy's attention was not focused on his father, however, but on the contents of Eomer's desk. Patiently, Eomer waited to see what had inspired this visit and, at length, Elfwine peeked up over the chair’s arm to ask, “What are you doing, Papa?”
Eomer's brow creased at the curious question, but answered, “I am working. I have papers I must read and then respond to in some fashion.”
Elfwine fell silent, fidgeting slightly in place until his father gently urged, “Why?”
The boy raised his eyes, brushed his long blond hair back from his face, and entreated, “Will you teach me?”
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Enjoy!
rebelcaptain + “comforting them after a nightmare” for the simple acts of love prompts <3
i think we'll just call this series "taking care of each other" ❤️ thank you for the prompt! (these have been great bite-sized things to keep me writing this weekend
from this list; still accepting!
The house on Chandrila that had become theirs after the end of the war, which Mon Mothma had called modest, has more than what he and Jyn could possibly ever need. Of its two bedrooms and refreshers, they only use one of each, and since neither of them have much in the way of possessions, most of the available storage space sits empty. Even with more room to spread out in the kitchen than Cassian has ever been able to take advantage of, there are corners of it he still doesn’t use. It’d come equipped with a built-in security system, too, which Kay had plugged himself into just after they’d moved in, claiming it "inadequate", so now, during the night, he’s not only watching the house itself, but also a radius of about two klicks around it; if something comes for them, they’ll have more than advance notice.
Still, that isn’t enough to keep out the ghosts.
Night is when they tend to live, to thrive — in the quiet moments just before falling asleep, when the tasks of the day are no longer enough of a distraction to hold them back, and in the nightmares that will never truly leave either of them alone. They’re as much constants as the dull ache in his back that couldn’t fully heal after Scarif, or all the vibroknife scars scattered along Jyn’s torso, as much constants as the way breath never really comes easily for him when they’re separated, and the way that the relief he feels is always clearly mirrored in Jyn’s face upon being reunited.
And when Cassian’s entire life has been shadowed by ghosts, he still doesn’t sleep more than a few hours per night most of the time.
Tonight, he’d given up on that entirely several hours ago. At one point, he’d had a vague thought of leaving bed and going to make himself useful somehow, by getting ahead on paperwork or meal prep or whatever other task he could find, but any notion of that had disappeared in the instant that he’d felt Jyn’s arms tighten around him and pull him closer to her chest, as if she’d known, even while deeply asleep, what he’d been considering. So he’d settled into her hold instead, finding some solace in the closeness of her steady heartbeat and rhythmic breathing.
Until, suddenly, it isn’t. Until, suddenly, her breath goes still, and her arms tighten before her warmth is gone from his side and there’s a shift of weight on the mattress.
The ghosts have come for her, too.
He turns and props himself up as quickly as his back will allow. By the time he manages a sitting position, he can just barely make out her form in the dark, hunched over, curled into herself. For now, he doesn’t approach, doesn’t move any further, just says, gently:
“Jyn.”
She doesn’t react at all.
He knows without having to ask, and he’s not going to (wouldn’t dare to): whatever she’d just woken from had been one of the really bad ones.
It’ll take time for her to come back to herself, and patience on his part to not rush her before she’s ready; he can wait. He’ll be here as always, a steady presence that he makes sure she can feel, and if it takes all night, that’s what it will take. He’s had to put much more patience into much worse things.
After a while (he doesn’t really know how long, without a chrono in sight) there’s a hitch in her breath, just barely audible; he takes that as his cue to finally come closer, shifting on the mattress until he has her completely wrapped in his arms, and her head tucked under his chin. She’s shaking, even when surrounded, and he feels tears fall onto his skin.
He presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, and, just as gently, runs a hand over her back, rhythmic and calming. Eventually, she stops shaking; eventually, her breathing settles and her head flops onto his chest, heavy.
It’s all right, he wants to say, words just on the tip of his tongue, but they die before they ever leave his mouth. Because — years ago now, Cassian had made a promise to himself that he would never lie to her again, no matter how much it hurt. And though there’s no more war, no more Empire to separate families and destroy planets, and this is everything they’ve fought and sacrificed for, he can’t exactly find it in him to trust that this peace is an absolute guarantee. That kind of trust is impossible with the lives that people like them have led.
There’s no telling what might still lurk in the shadows, or what might spring up from the ashes tomorrow, next month, or the next year; there’s a reason, after all, why New Republic Intelligence exists.
So he stays with the one basic truth he can give her, whispered into her hair: “I’m here.”
Just two words, but their impact is palpable.
Jyn’s head moves under his chin, so he draws back, giving her the space to lift if if she wants — which she does; for the first time, her eyes meet his, and even in what little light there is, he can tell that they’re puffy, still shining with unshed tears.
When she finally finds her voice, it sounds as if she hasn’t used it in years, from how hoarse it is. “I know.” It’s hoarse, struggling, but not shaky; there’s a certainty to everything Jyn does, and even here, in the face of a vulnerability Cassian knows she would never show anyone else, that still shines through. He’s overcome with a whole set of emotions that he has still yet to find the words to describe. “Thank you.”
He doesn’t try to rack his brain for that, or for any kind of reply. Instead, he lifts a hand and lets it rest softly on her face, thumb tipping up her chin so he can press his lips to hers.
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She nails it.
I'm just going to leave this here, because this woman said what I've been trying to articulate for ages much more effectively and succinctly than I've been able to
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Majesty posted, 3-16-24)
Kialmar reflects on the behavior of the royals (Introspection)
(August, 26 IV)
I have been to Gondor on several occasions and, because of my situation, I had occasion to be close to their king. Elessar is a fine man, whom I greatly respect, as do his people, but it is rather sad to see how differently he is treated than our own king.
Eomer King is held in the highest regard. Even before the War, when he was yet only the sister-son of our king and not expected to ever rule, he was known as a man of integrity and valor. Though it might be possible to dislike him, none could question his honesty and dedication to Rohan. Many men had gladly followed him as Third Marshal; they were equally honored to serve him as their sovereign.
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Forgiveness posted, 3-13-24)
Eothain must come to terms with his past (Guilt, Friendship)
(July, 6 IV)
“Papa?”
Eomer looked up in surprise at the query from his five-year-old son. “Elfwine? Should not you be asleep, little one?” he asked, rising from his desk chair and moving to scoop the boy up in his arms.
Elfwine nodded apologetically and laid his head against Eomer’s shoulder. “I could not sleep,” he murmured softly.
“Bad dreams?” Eomer asked with concern. After the kidnapping, he knew the child was still sometimes troubled by such, though they did seem to be decreasing in frequency as time went on.
“No.” There was silence for a moment, and then Elfwine continued, “Papa, why is Eothain sad?”
The king let out a low sigh. Ah, yes, Eothain. Eothain, with the easy grin and infectious laugh, had become somber and grim of late. He had been much affected by Elfwine’s abduction, but Eomer had not realized the boy was so aware of the change.
Walking over to the couch, Eomer settled them comfortably while he considered his response. Finally, he explained, “Eothain...blames himself that you were taken by those men, that he did not prevent it.”
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Depends. Are we only counting unique locations? I've returned to some locations after being gone for a while. Unique locations is about 11 (off the top of my head, not specific).
count everything, including dorms, moving between houses on a single campus/compound, etc.
if you were/are homeless/couch surfing, count each location where you stayed at least a week.
#we moved around a lot back then#and then there's several moves at work as well - moving the office physically#just call me The Wanderer
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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Defense posted, 3-9-24)
A would-be suitor is confronted by one of the lady’s family members (Romance, Family)
(July, 36 IV)
"So, you wish to marry my sister," the voice behind him demanded.
Slowly he turned to eye his challenger warily. "Yes. I do." Rather than say more, he waited to see what objections, if any, might be raised.
Eyes narrowed suspiciously as he was joined on the sidelines of the dance area. "She is yet young in the ways of the world," he was informed.
Taking a sip of ale, he nodded. "True, but she will learn that in time. She knows enough now, and I love her just as she is."
There was silence for several moments, then, "We are a close family, and very protective of her. If anyone tried to hurt her or brought her pain, he would suffer the wrath of us all."
He could not restrain a grin. "Yes, so I have been informed by others in your family. But I have no desire to hurt or cause pain, only to make her my wife and cherish her always."
"Can you provide for her?"
The question was high-handed, but he answered anyway. "I have saved my wages, and have prospects that I believe will provide for our needs. But no matter what, I will not let her suffer from any sloth on my part. I would give her all she needs and, if possible, all she wants," he answered sincerely, meaning every word.
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