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are requests open?

it's been two years.

#also to vaya and guardianofrivendell #thank you so much for asking if i was okay #long story short rip this blog #for life #(my parents found it and i was quite literally 14 at the time) #so lmao #i recently came back on and cried laughing at the requests #“hi i requested from you a year ago” LMFAO #anyway i'm never coming back #but i'm doing great #legolas is still hot send tweet

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Kíli can’t tell elf genders apart, he just finds everyone really pretty.

(I headcanon that dwarves express their gender with braids, as it’s simple but effective and can be changed as the individual sees fit. As elves don’t have a similar system, younger Dwarves find it difficult to address elves with proper pronouns, because “what do you mean we have to guess based on their features? Assume based on stereotypical traits, how impolite!”)

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Sorry to bother but if you don’t mind could you do prompt 2 with Legolas from lotr with a female reader who got injured badly in battle?

@lilymae88 i quite recently wrote something very similar and i’m not in a good space right now :) sorry if i disappointed you - feel free to check my other works!

me trying to explode my mental health issues

#request denied #submission

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Sinners and the Saints - Legolas x reader

Hi there! Can you please write a Legolas x elf friend reader where they are fighting in the War of the Ring and Legolas is severely injured? Major angst and fluffff please <<333

sure thing anon. i was feeling like a theatre kid so it got real hamilton real fast. also there was less fluff and more angst haha i really ran away with this one

Type: Imagine Pairing: Legolas x reader Summary: “death doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes.” Warnings: angst, me being a theatre kid, ‘shit’ Word Count: 912 words

There were too many of them. There were always too many.

Of course, it made sense that the Black Gate itself would be heavily guarded, but Y/N hadn’t expected how tiny their army looked when surrounded by Orcs, and more Orcs, and ... more Orcs. Wonderful. 

The elleth sighed, reaching for an arrow from her quiver. She couldn’t believe that she’d let her best friend, Legolas Thranduilion, drag her on this quest, but then again, she’d always been easily convinced by the kind ellon.

He was beautiful, in every sense of the word, and there was just something about him being who he was and felt that he should be that made Y/N entranced. Legolas could always make her laugh, and she felt that they had a good relationship.

Yes, okay, she’d fallen for a prince. The prince.

But that really didn’t matter, seeing as, no matter how good she was at archery, this was close-range combat (which really wasn’t her strength), and she had a very large chance of dying.

Y/N shook herself back to reality at the brush of a hand against her forearm.

“Are you ready, melleth nin (my friend, in this case)?” Legolas asked her, a surprising neautrality on his face.

“Not really,” Y/N admitted. “How are you so, so-”

“Calm?” he laughed. “The truth is, it’s a big act, Y/N. You just need to fight your way through it, and hope that you’ll survive.”

“How diplomatic,” she responded sarcastically, drawing her bow. 

Then, Y/N looked forward, to Aragorn. 

“For Frodo,” the King declared, running forward towards the army.

If he, a mortal, can be so fearless, I can be too, she thought, roaring in challenge and sprinting forwards, Legolas by her side. 

She fired quickly, releasing the taut bowstring and reloading in one fluid motion.

For a moment, they were winning.

A moment, only. 

The Orcs closed in on them, choking everyone apart so that they were on their own, surrounded and outnumbered.

Y/N stayed back to back with Legolas, but the Orcs pressed in too quickly.

She really needed to get better at short-range combat. 

A sword released a spurt of blood from her face, that made it difficult for her to aim properly.

“Just keep going, Y/N,” Legolas gritted out, sounding wearied. “We-we can do it. We need to.”

If Sam and Frodo could destroy the Ring, then the fight would be easily won. Just ... a little ... longer ...

But not everyone would make it out alive, she knew that. 

She might not make it out alive. 

Just as that thought was passing through her mind, the worst conceivable thing happened.

With the blood sticking to her face, Y/N couldn’t see the erratically thrown dagger headed for her heart. But Legolas could. 

He slashed it out of the air with his hastily drawn sword, but that left him open to more attacks.

As Y/N turned around to thank him, her heart beating wildly out of her chest, she wiped the blood from her eyes just in time to see an arrow embed itself in his chest, a spray of blood exploding from the wound. 

“Legolas!” she screamed, rushing back to his side as he fell onto one of his knees.

“I’m ... fine ...” he panted, forcing himself to stand again, reloading his bow. But he had lost balance, concentration and strength, and his aim was now skewed. 

“No, you’re not,” she hissed back, stealing one of his swords from where it had fallen beside him and awkwardly slashing it at the approaching enemies. “And it’s all my fault ... shit!”

A bit of colour seemed to be seeping back into Legolas’s face, but he was bleeding a lot for such a small wound, and there was pus mixed in with the red.

“Poisoned arrow,” he realised, muttering a couple choice curses under his breath. “Great.”

Y/N pushed forwards, but her energy was running low. She was never normally injured in battle - this didn’t bode well for the rest of the battle. 

Legolas had fallen again, groaning with his eyes squeezed shut, seemingly in a lot of pain. She stayed by his side, shooting and slashing and doing all that she could to protect herself, but, more importantly, Legolas.

If she had to die for him, she would.

Y/N reached for another arrow, but her quiver was empty. Shit.

She hoped that none of the enemies had noticed, but one had. A large Uruk-hai hefted its spear and threw it with deadly accuracy.

But it wasn’t aiming for her.

It was trying to finish off Legolas. The ellon’s blue eyes were wide with shock, and he seemed unable to move. 

Y/N made a split second decision, leaping in front of Legolas to face him, and letting the spear go through her back with a yell of pain.

“Y/N!”

“Y-you saved me,” Y/N managed to get out, her legs collapsing as she braced her hands on either side of where Legolas lay, mere centimetres above him. “I s-saved you.”

“No, this-this wasn’t how it was meant to happen!” he cried. “Y/N, no, please!”

Her e/c eyes closed and she fell by his side. Lifeless. Unmoving. Dead. 

Legolas didn’t even have the strength to finish off the evil Uruk-hai that had killed her. 

In his hazy state of mind, a line from a song came to him.

Death doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes.

A/N - LMFAOOO THIS WAS SHIT SORRY

#legolas #legolas x reader #x reader #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr x reader #you #hamilton #angst

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me reading this and my life slowly disintegrating 

it fucks me up that tolkien only died in 1973. dude has the vibe of a victorian scholar who wrote all his manuscripts by candlelight but then you look him up and realise that he knew what color tv was. what the fuck.

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A Notice

i am doing a lot of disappointing today *sweats*

so, i’ve been getting super busy on my wattpad @-devilblush (go check it out!) and i did establish myself there first

i’m trying to update a lot of things at once, so this blog is going to be received slower updates

i will publish a new imagine here at least once a fortnight - to lessen my workload :)

happy new year!

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Sorry!

Hi, it's me again 😂 I was wondering if I could request another Aragorn x Fem!reader with numbers 30 and 33 please?

@dark-angel-is-back, i’m so sorry, i really hate to do this!

as i have once before, i’m really struggling with writing this one, and it’s making me super stressed, so i am denying the request (it has NOTHING to do with you, just the fact that i am a braindead mess trying to get my shit together)

#sorry #i'm sorry #oops

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hi :))

sorry for not updating but i can't rn 😃😃 i will later haha adios bitches

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Hi! 2020 is almost coming to an end and I wanted to thank you for being one of my friends the last few months! You made my year a lot better with your amazing stories (especially the Fili ones 👀❤️) You're a ridiculously talented writer and wonderful person! Thank you for your support on my blog! Have a happy and safe 2021! ~Guardianofrivendell

OH MY GOODNESS ❤️❤️❤️

thank you so much!! waking up to this was so great ...

you’ve been such a big support too, and thank you for inspiring me to write Fili fics that got more attention than some of my others.

you’re so amazing, so thank YOU! 

i hope your 2021 is safe and enjoyable!!!

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thank you so much jay!!

PIN POST UPDATE

Hello Friends! Its finally here! Sorry for the wait on this & thank you for your patience. 

I’ve updated the schedule for the weekly pin board posts & tweaked a few things.  I’ll change the post every Monday since that makes more sense & hopefully means I won’t forget.

My rules still stand - no graphic content & must be your own work.  I’ll message you a few days beforehand to find out which post you’d like me to pin (though if your week is coming up and I’ve yet to contact you please feel free to nudge me about it my brain do be forgetful at times).

This is my list for now (I’ve put in the date that I’ll pin your post on!):

nocompromise-noregrets (Jan 4th) lathalea (Jan 11th) lonikje (Jan 18th) eluriel-undomiel (Jan 25th) sokkasdarling (Feb 1st) xxbyimm (Feb 8th) blankdblank (Feb 15th) unnamedelement (Feb 22nd) beks-crooked-glasses (Mar 1st) jazziwritestolkienprimary (Mar 8th) botoxbaggins (Mar 15h)

If for any reason I need to make an announcement of my own to pin then please know that you will still have a full week on my board even if its unexpectantly pushed back. I know I don’t need to say it because you’re all lovely people but please have a lil grace and patience with me - whilst I love this tumblr I do have a personal life going on outside of it and sometimes it gets in the way. 

I will not be adding anyone onto this list at this time.

Once this schedule is complete I will make a new post for people to reply to & I’ll get a list drawn up of new LOTR/TH/Tolkien Universe artists/writers drawn up. Its not fair of me to add people randomly because I know I’ll forget & you’re all fantastic artists that I don’t wanna upset. 

I hope that all makes sense. Any questions at all please feel free to message me! 

Happy New Year Everyone!!

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FUCK ASHJDSKJ

You, a GenZ, : Trust fall!

Glorfindel, scoffing from across the room, : I'm not gonna catch you

You, a GenZ, : Trust. Fall.

Glorfindel, : I said no-

You, a GenZ, : *falling*

Glorfindel, : FUCK ASHJDSKJ *scrambling over, diving down to cushion your fall*

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Writer Problems...

What I imagine to write: 

What I actually write:

Bonus:

32 open text documents vs. my writer’s block:

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Breathing - Aragorn x reader (modern!AU)

hi! could you do prompt #53 with a female reader and aragorn? thank you!

@elvish-sky​ oh joy, another sad aragorn fic (jk jk). i wanted to write this one as a modern!AU because of some research i was doing before school ended for science and ... i just thought of the concept and liked it, okay hush

53. “You said you were okay!”

Type: Imagine Pairing: Aragorn x reader (modern!AU) Summary: Y/N hasn’t been entirely honest with her boyfriend, Aragorn. Warnings: angst, sadness, death, Word Count: 1,704 words

Y/N laughed loudly as the black Newfoundland puppy chased its fluffy tail, the dark fur sticking up as though it had been struck by lightning. 

Aragorn grinned at her, taking yet another long moment to watch her - to savour everything about his beautiful girlfriend. Just like every time she giggled, he wanted the seconds to last forever. He wanted every day he got to be with Y/N to last forever, because one day, they would be unable to make new memories. 

One day sooner than he would like. 

He tugged the sleeves of his RSPCA volunteer jacket down as he sat by her side, whistling for the dog to come and sit by his side. It obliged, just as all the animals in the shelter, or anywhere, always did.

Animal whisperer, Y/N would tease him. Like Doctor Dolittle!

Aragorn looked to her again, the smile still on Y/N’s face. Flushed s/c cheeks. Hooded e/c eyes with heavy bags under them, yet she still looked beauty. H/l messy h/c hair, kept out of her face by a f/c ribbon.

Then, the things people tended to stare at. The bag by her side, much like the wheeled kind some people used to shop. The nose cannula hooked behind her ears, a long tube carrying oxygen from the bag. A surgery scar protruding from her f/c shirt’s neckline. 

Those things didn’t bother him. He loved her. 

“Are you okay?”

Aragorn blinked at Y/N’s question. Normally he was the one asking her that question, or supposed to be. “I-I’m perfect.”

She smiled again. “That’s good.”

He stood, pulling her to her feet as well. “Come on. My shift’s up.”

Y/N jokingly pouted. “But the puppies!”

This time, it was Aragorn who laughed. “We’ll come back next week, I promise.”

“Next week,” she echoed, a sadness in her voice that her boyfriend didn’t detect.

---

Y/N coughed, making a face as the last of her pills went down her throat. She took dozens every day - it was part of her necessary, pre-determined hospital routine. 

Her nurse, Legolas, (A/N - stan male nurses) passed her some water, which she gladly swallowed, hacking again. 

“Good job,” he grinned. “Everything’s doing okay. Lung function is at 54 percent, a little lower than last week, but it will get higher again.”

She’d definitely expected that, though her heart still sunk.

“I’ll let your boyfriend in now.” Legolas laughed at the annoyed look on his charge’s face. The sound faded as he took on a more serious tone. “But, you remember that it could get even worse anytime, especially-”

“I know,” Y/N interrupted, her voice scratched and broken. “I know.”

“Be careful,” the nurse reminded her again, as he left the room, Aragorn passing through the door before it could even swing shut. 

“Going alright?”

Y/N grimaced. “As well as can be expected. I hate my lungs.”

He took her hand, squeezing it tightly, like he would never, could never, let go. “I know you’re strong, Y/N/N. You can’t let CF beat you.”

Ah, yes. There it was - the casual reminder Y/N couldn’t go a day without hearing. Stressing how she was holding her life in an hourglass, which was rapidly running out of time.

Cystic Fibrosis. An often terminal lung condition, meaning Y/N’s lungs functioned at low percentages, causing difficulty in her breathing and weakened immune system. She was often lucky to spend more than a month out of the hospital, thought that hadn’t been the case recently.

She’d been continually relapsing, her lung function decreasing with every checkup. 

To put it simply, it sucked. Royally. 

“Here,” Aragorn offered her her nose cannula. “Hook up, and I’ll distract you.”

Y/N slipped it on, taking his hand and dragging her portable oxygen in The Granny Shopping Bag™️ with the other. smiling.

Well, at least, her mask was smiling. Inside, she didn’t know if she had the energy or will to anymore.

---

Y/N knew it was a risk, and she was exactly aware of the million and one ways this could go wrong. 

But she didn’t care. She was going to live whilst she still could. She was done with giving up her life, letting down her boyfriend, because of some stupid mucus. 

Besides, he didn’t know. He didn’t know it all, and she wasn’t going to stop them from being unable to make happy memories together by burdening him with more bad news. Being the protective guy he was, Aragorn probably wouldn’t even let her leave the hospital if her found out.

“Ready?” said-boyfriend-in-question asked.

“Hell yeah,” Y/N grinned, straightening the edges of her denim jacket. 

They stood at the archway entrance to the Rivendell National Park - a beautiful wonderland of pale trees and swirling leaves, in the deep of autumn.

Technically, Y/N wasn’t meant to engage in ‘prolonged physical activity’. But technically, she wasn’t even meant to be alive right now.

No one, least of all her, knew how much time she had left. Y/N wasn’t one to waste it. 

Together, she and Aragorn stepped through the archway, and explored the ‘whole new realm’.

---

After ten minutes, her lungs were burning, but she didn’t say anything.

Aragorn was looking so happy - a goofy smily affixed upon his face, his dark eyes lighting up as he swished his head from side to side to admire everything with childish wonder. 

The National Park was beautiful, but the air was thin, and Y/N was struggling not to audibly struggle. She hated being dependent on people, and she would. Not. Worry. Him.

Something felt different this time - her breathing was quickening even though she was walking extraordinarily slowly, and she was in more pain than she should’ve been

Y/N signalled for Aragorn to stop, doubling over and coughing until her throat was raw. She couldn’t breathe whilst the mucus was crawling up her airways, and she’d rather clear it than suffer.

“Get it out, Y/N,” Aragorn encouraged her as she straightened, worry sketched all over his face. 

Her coughing was done, and she went to take a nice big inhale, but ....

She.

Still.

Couldn’t.

Breathe.

Breathing should’ve been something natural, easy, if she had been just a normal young woman with her normal boyfriend. 

She wished that lying didn’t come to her easier than breathing.

Y/N collapsed, choking, almost about to pass out as Aragorn immediately fell to her side, pulling his phone from his pocket and dialling an emergency number.

“Oh my God,” he gasped, his breaths coming shortly as well as he scooped her up into his arms. “Oh, God. Y-You’re going to be okay, Y/N.”

Funny how good they’d both become at lying.

With that thought, Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, without the energy to keep themselves open.

“Y/N!”

---

Aragorn sat in the waiting room with a feeling like acid being poured down his throat and then regurgitated. 

She shouldn’t have collapsed like that - it was highly medically improbable given what he knew about Y/N and her Cystic Fibrosis. Unless ... there was something he didn’t know.

He shook his head as soon as that thought came to him. He trusted Y/N. She trusted him. He had to have faith in her.

The sound of footsteps encouraged him to look sideways, where he saw Y/N’s nurse, Legolas, with four cups of coffee in his arms.

“Expecting someone else?” Aragorn laughed as he was handed one of the cups.

“Oh, no,” Legolas replied, with an unbelievably straight face. “I intend to drink all the coffee.”

“How is Y/N?” 

The nurse winced. “I will be honest with you - she isn’t going so well right now. The fact that she was still walking with you ... that’s pretty amazing given her lung function and diagnosis.”

“What do you mean?” Aragorn furrowed his eyebrows. “She-she’s fine, isn’t she?”

Legolas stared. “Y/N didn’t tell you, did she? Oh, that stubborn little-”

“Tell me what?”

He averted Aragorn’s eyes. “Tell you that she was diagnosed with Burkholderia Cepacia and she was given another six months to live with her current lung function.”

“What?” All the air rushed out of his lungs, and suddenly, he knew how Y/N felt when it was hard for her to breathe. “H-How long has it been?”

Again, the blond looked awkwardly to the floor.

“How long?!” It was a shout this time, and Aragorn could feel himself on the brink of tears. His beautiful girlfriend, lost to the void ... he could not cope with it.

“Seven months.”

He fell back in his chair, coffee discarded, his shaking hands covering his face as his cheeks dripped with tears. This couldn’t be happening. This could not be happening.

A doctor rushed out from the ER, making a beeline for Legolas. Her nametag read ‘Tauriel’, her long red hair flying behind her as she ran towards them.

Her face was sober.

“He-he should come. Now.” She motioned towards Aragorn who stood immediately.

“Is Y/N alright?”

Dr. Tauriel did not answer his question, just motioning for him to follow her. 

---

Y/N wasn’t moving. For such a joyful young woman, she was lying unbelievably still. 

There was a crowd of doctors around her, but they all moved back at the sight of Aragorn.

“I’m sorry.” 

He didn’t know who said it ... all he could think about was how much paler Y/N looked than her normal s/c. 

“She-she’s just a-asleep, r-right?” Aragorn stuttered on the words as more tears fell down his face. “Y/N’s o-okay?”

Dr. Tauriel shook her head. “I’m so sorry. We-we couldn’t do anything.”

“You said you were okay!” Aragorn cried, talking to Y/N even though she couldn’t hear him - would never hear him again. Jut like he would never hear her. “You told me you were okay ...”

“Get him out of here,” someone said quietly, and Aragorn was pulled to the door.

He threw one final look over his shoulder. 

Y/N’s hair was spread out over the pillow. Her hands had been folded over her chest. She still had her nose cannula in, but that had never made her less beautiful.

Even in death, she still looked like an angel.

She was still the most beautiful person Aragorn had ever known.

A/N - guys this is my new favourite fic so please spread it! @elvish-sky​ thank you so much for this request, and everyone, thank you for reading!

#aragorn #modern!aragorn #modern!au #au #lotr au #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr x reader #aragorn x reader #x reader #modern!aragorn x reader #you

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okay I'm the anon from entishramblings yesterday who watches the hobbit and lotr every year with my dad. may I wtf with you over a certain spoiler from the extended botfa?

sure thing! just pm me so we don’t spoil it for everyone else :)

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white privilege

“all lives matter” stop. if five of your friends came to your house and one of your friends was hurt, you’d get them medical attention. you wouldnt give all of them medical attention because only one of them has been hurt. if a house was burning down you wouldnt send the fire brigade to all the houses in the neighbourhood, only the one thats being burnt down.

sure white people matter but we can do things without having to worry that we’re going to be murdered.

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I didn’t have feelings for Arwen and then I read your fic for her and I’m absolutely in love now aklabhsutxlj

wow that’s pretty incredible for me to hear that i made you fall for someone! thanks, and i hope you had an awesome christmas!

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the old man wilkinson text with eowyn i just imagined her talking in the weirdest voice possibly lmfaooo “why i don’t believe it-”

Ok but the subplot where Aragorn becomes the protagonist of a Horse Girl Movie™ is one of my FAVORITE things to come out of the Two Towers. 

In the stables of Rohan, there is an unruly horse named Brego. This horse is so wild that even the horse-masters of Rohan can’t tame him. He’s just a lost cause, they say. “There’s nothing you can do– leave him,” they say.

BUT THEN ARAGORN COMES IN. And like the heroine of a Horse Movie™ he’s all: “You just don’t UNDERSTAND the horse! The horse is wild and rebellious and free– like me!” 

Aragorn begins gently talking to the horse, first in Rohirric, then in Elvish. He calms him down and asks him what’s wrong.

You could easily draw a parallel between Aragorn and Brego’s “rebelliousness.”  To Theoden, Aragorn was acting overly unruly and difficult.  “When last I looked, Theoden, not Aragorn, was King of Rohan.” Then Brego acts unruly and difficult – and Aragorn’s like “the people of Rohan just don’t understand you!!!!!!”

And then Eowyn explains that Brego used to belong to Theodred.

Suddenly Brego’s unruliness IS completely understandable— his master was killed in battle.  He’s a horse with a Tragic Backstory.

“Your name is kingly,” Aragorn tells the horse. Aragorn is also a king. Aragorn is projecting. 

Now that she’s explained the horse’s tragic backstory, Eowyn tries to get Aragorn to open up about his own Tragic Backstory™. (”I have heard of the magic of elves, but I did not look for it in a Ranger from the north….?”) She fails. Aragorn is briefly like “yup I was raised by elves,” does not elaborate, and then peaces out.

But as he leaves Aragorn dramatically says: “turn this fellow free; he has seen enough of war.”  

And Eowyn is forced to wonder whether Aragorn is talking about the horse….or about himself….

Then Aragorn has a Near-Death-Experience, but Arwen’s elven-magic (just roll with it) saves him. And the horse who comes to carry him to safety is none other than Brego.

It’s Brego, repaying the kindness and understanding Aragorn showed him earlier in the film! 

 Aragorn set Brego free, and in return Brego saves Aragorn’s life!

 Because they UNDERSTAND each other, as fellow free spirits who “have seen too much of war.”  Both of them are KINGLY but also WILD, they’ve lived through too much and lost people they cared about, and their strong wills cannot be tamed by anyone in Rohan!

 It’s beautiful. Aragorn canonically has Disney-Princess-level animal friendship powers. 

When they arrive at Helm’s Deep, Aragorn smiles and earnestly says in Elvish:  “thank you Brego, my friend.” And we know that Brego understands….