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katajainen · 1 month

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Starlight and Candyfloss (470 words) by katajainen Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Merry Brandybuck/Éowyn Characters: Éowyn (Tolkien), Merry Brandybuck Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Middle Earth, Carnival, past angst, Past Parent Death Mentioned, Making better memories, Romance Series: Part 27 of February Ficlet Challenge 2024 - Tolkien vol.3

Summary:

Éowyn could have told him she didn't much care for funfairs. But perhaps it had been long enough for her to make new memories.

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Day 27 of the February Ficlet Challenge 2024, prompt: “Countdown AND/OR Carnival/amusement park.”

#éowyn x merry #merrywyn #my fanfiction #february ficlet challenge 2024 #two more to go!

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meteors-lotr · 9 months

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Monopoly

Tauriel: If we have to play in teams, why can't I be with my girlfriend? Sigrid: The last time we teamed up for a board game, we broke up for three weeks *** Gimli: We'll purchase the railroad! Aragorn: You didn't...land on it... Gimli, louder: We'll PURCHASE the RAILROAD *** Tilda, to Merry: I don't care if we're friends or not. Right now, this is war, and I will murder you. Frodo, quietly: Does she have a knife? Legolas: Yes. Multiple *** Éomer: I can and will destroy your bloodline Tauriel: Jokes on you dipshit, the bloodline's already ending with me *** Éowyn: With this much money, we could totally buy a stripclub Arwen: What? Éowyn: What? *** Tilda: I will not pay you Gimli: Them's the rules jackass. Pay up Tilda, calmly, holding her sword: No Boromir: Babe, no *** Sam: Two hundred dollars- Pippin: Five hundred. Sam: ...two hundred Pippin: Five. Hundred. Sam: But- Pippin: Five hundred and your left testicle *** Èomer: Yes! Éowyn: You just lost Éomer: No I didn't! Faramir: Mer, we just lost Éomer: ...shit *** Sigrid: I'm bored Legolas: Then go die Sigrid, standing up: Okay Tauriel, pulling her back down: First of all no *** Aragorn: Where'd Tilda go? Boromir: She left after we lost. Said something about needing to stab things Bain: Stab what? [Distant yell, thud, then silence] Bain: ...where's Merry Pippin: I think he just got stabbed

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estelofrivendell · 9 months

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Hello ! Hope you're doing well

Could you please write a Legolas x Reader where the reader is playing piano (i know piano don't exist in LOTR lol so actually it could be any other instruments, I just prefer piano) during the Rohirrim party and Legolas fell even harder for them and thought it was the right time to confess his feelings (if you can also include that they've been distancing lately)

Hope it is not too much and take your time to write it!!

Legolas x Reader (The Pianist)

A/N: Hope you like this, anon! Legolas is a little tricky to write, trying to get better with him and his characterization.

The Rohirrim were a merry bunch, there was no doubt about that. Despite the heavy losses in Helm’s Deep, the return of Gandalf and Éomer lifted their spirits greatly.

The celebration began as soon as they returned to Edoras with Merry and Pippin, cheerful and energetic as always. Legolas was unsure if he was dreaming but he swore the two hobbits were not as tall as they are now the last time he saw them.

After Gimli passed out, Legolas checked the great hall to find the remaining ones not yet intoxicated. There was Aragorn, who never took in more than he wanted to, Éowyn, who did not seem to enjoy these kinds of things. And there was you, playing the piano and surrounded by jolly men singing a song about falling in love.

If the theme of the party was to celebrate the recent victory and honor the fallen, then everyone was miserably failing, because they sure are not making any mention of the dead in their song.

As soon as the song came to an end, he approached you, narrowly avoiding the tipsy men about to bump into him and passed by others who lost their balance. You looked up at him and grinned.

“Hello, Legolas,” you greeted cheerfully. “Would you care to join me?”

“I am afraid I am not very skilled at the piano,” said Legolas. “I do, however, take pride in my skill at the harp. You never told me you played the piano.”

“You never asked.”

True enough, Legolas felt he did not know you well. He started off preferring your company over the others, especially Gimli’s, but in a strange twist of fate, he would not hesitate to call Gimli his best friend now. You were what he liked to call thoughtful; always thinking of the future, hoping for the best instead of the worst. He was no cynic even if the odds point to a complete destruction of the world and someone like you and your optimism was a refresher.

Legolas thought this was the right moment to start over. “We speak little to each other lately. Perhaps at dusk you could teach me how to play the piano and get to know each other more.”

“I would love to.”

“It’s not that hard, Legolas. You’re tensing up. Everyone has to start somewhere, and if I can do it, then so can you.”

Legolas could read basic piano sheets and memorised all the keys and what notes they represented, but couldn’t hit the notes as well as he wished. One second, he’ll be playing fine but his fingers would suddenly tense and make it difficult for him to continue, abruptly ending his practice awkwardly.

“It happens to the best of us,” you insisted. “Besides, you’re lucky enough to have all your life to master the piano.”

Legolas chuckled. “That is true.”

And for the first time in what he guessed was weeks, Legolas felt light heartened, like he always was before you two grew distant from each other. He’s not sure how it happened but he was sorry those weeks were wasted with lack of interaction instead of getting closer to you.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Legolas asked.

“Not at the moment, no,” you said. “Why?”

“If you would let me, I would like to take you out for a ride at dawn. Edoras has a lot of lovely things to offer. We could talk about that and more about each other.”

You smiled. “That they do. I’d love to, Legolas. I think you're wonderful to be around.”

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

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kylobith · 4 months

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Last updated: 11 April 2024

Greetings, traveller!

Since I am planning to write more from now on, having retrieved a bit of creativity over the past few months, I thought it would be handy to create a masterlist to make it easier to find them here.

At the moment, my writing is focused on Tolkien and The Lord of the Rings in general, so brace yourselves for quite a few of those, even if they're just drabbles! I am currently working on a five-part story on Éomer, but I expect to write a bit more on my favourite character, Faramir.

I do expect to write some drabbles centred on the characters of Baldur's Gate 3, probably centred around Astarion, Karlach, Gale and Halsin.

Eventually, I might dabble in The Boys as well for obvious *cough* Karl Urban *cough* reasons.

I will add some of my old ones on Stranger Things as well, some of which I must admit I don't think I will finish (just lost the inspiration for those I'm afraid!)

If I have enough time to write in the future (it's tricky for now), I might even accept some commissions for short stories, but we'll see about that in time, no promises haha

Expect to find fluff and angst, but also some smut from time to time. Everything will be properly tagged.

Note: Some older fanfictions with multiple chapters will only contain the Ao3 link. I don't know yet if I'll really post every single chapter on here.

Anyway, if you take the time to read my stuff, I'm extremely grateful and I hope you will enjoy whatever I put out there! If you wish to be tagged on new releases, don't hesitate to ask and I'll make sure to do so :)

Everything is available on my Ao3 account

Enjoy!

Tolkien/Lord of the Rings

Engraved On My Heart

(Éomer x FemOC) Éomer unexpectedly bonds with Éorhild, a maid in his service. Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 (Note: Part 1 was published on my sideblog, but the other parts will all be posted on this blog instead) In progress

Lord of the Rings Week 2023

Event organised by @lotr20 to celebrate the 20th anniversary of The Return of the King. One to three prompts per day. Day 1: Home (Poem - Merry, Pippin, Faramir, Éowyn, Sam, Rosie, Éomer, Lothíriel) Day 2: Language | Culture | Beauty (Faramir x Éowyn, Éomer) Day 3: Fear | Courage (Éomer, Merry, Pippin) Day 4: Friendship | Loyalty (Legolas, Gimli, rest of the Fellowship except Boromir) Day 5: Loss | Despair (Boromir, Faramir, Denethor) Day 6: Triumph | Healing | Hope (Sam, Frodo) Day 7: The Return of the King 20th anniversary (The Fellowship, Arwen, Faramir, Éowyn, Elrond, Théoden, Éomer, Théodred) Completed

Baldur's Gate 3

The Little Tiefling

(Gale of Waterdeep x Tav) While Tav is resting, Gale seizes the opportunity to bond with his daughter by reading her a story. Completed

The Trick

(Gale of Waterdeep x Tav) In all his life, Gale never imagined undertaking such a difficult task. But he must. Short prequel to The Little Tiefling Completed

Under the Oak Leaves

(Halsin & Gender-neutral drow Tav) After the Tiefling party, Tav feels melancholic and isolates themself from the camp. Halsin finds them and is set on alleviating their pain. Completed

Little Town Tails

(Halsin x Fem!Tav) After saving up for years, Halsin settles and opens his veterinary practice in a quaint little town. Beyond patients, he finds friends and love, but also trouble. When a business mogul agrees with the mayor to buy local shops for the implementation of his coffee chain to make Heawick more touristic, Halsin's practice is threatened. It will take more than a good word to save his lifetime project. Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 In progress

Star Wars

The Inner Battle (Ao3 only)

(Kylo Ren/Ben Solo & OC Bounty hunter) One year after the destruction of Starkiller, the First Order still dominates the Galaxy. Kylo Ren ventures in the Mid-Rim territories, tracking a target on Ord Mantell, whom he knows will help him achieve a secret mission he has been planning since the beginning... In progress - Editing Note: Chapters might be eventually posted on Tumblr, but for now it's a bit tricky due to the fic's size (I have about 50 chapters written!)

Stranger Things

Swords and Hoops

(Steve Harrington x Reader) Steve meets you at the Palace arcade after you come back from your holidays in California. Completed

Steady (Ao3 only)

(Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington) As they recover from the final confrontation with Vecna, Eddie and Steve bond and realise that they bring out the best version of each other. But not only... Completed

Time After Time (Ao3 only)

(Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington) Sequel to Steady. Steve and Eddie start over in Seattle, yet a new obstacle comes to stand in their way: coming to terms with their queerness. In progress

The Holiday Fling (Ao3 only)

(Eddie Munson x Fem!OC) Summer of 1987. Arwen Lewis spends her holidays in Arkansas after moving to the USA from Wales. One night, she meets Eddie Munson, who turns what was supposed to be a camping trip into the best summer of their lives. In progress

Rock You Like A Hurricane

(Billy Hargrove x FemReader) [NSFW] [Smut] Billy pays you an unexpected visit when you're home alone. The night ends quite differently than you thought... Completed

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middleearthpixie · 4 months

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Living Proof ~ Chapter Twenty-Four

Summary: When he puts himself between the Uruk-hai and Merry and Pippin, Boromir knows it means sacrificing himself. But it also means redemption for his near betrayal of Frodo and the Fellowship, and so it is a price he is more than willing to pay.

Kaia has been on her own for some time now, having survived an orc attack that razed her village. When she hears the sounds of battle, she knows what it means and when she ventured forth and finds a gravely wounded man lying amongst the leaves and debris, she takes him in, not knowing he is actually the son of the steward of Gondor.

Angry at himself and faced with a long road to recovery, Boromir does not make things easy on Kaia and it is only through her own sheer will that she does not give into the urge to hit him over the head with something on a daily basis. That refusal to give up brings about changes neither one of them could have foreseen. She just wanted to save him. She never thought he would save her in return…

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Kaia��

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.4k

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With too much on her mind to just sit and think, Kaia wound her way up back to the Houses of Healing, where she found Éowyn out on one of the terraces.

“Did you find your brother alive and well?”

Éowyn’s smile was almost as bright as the sun now breaking through the thick layer of iron gray clouds. “I did. He assured me he is fine and in one piece and then promptly left.”

Kaia knew this of course, but all she said was, “Hopefully it won’t be for long.”

“I hope not. But…” She turned back toward the east. “Well… I imagine you understand.”

Kaia glanced down at the slender gold ring on her left ring finger and rubbed her thumb along it. It still felt heavy, but not quite as heavy as it did yesterday. “I do.”

The clouds bested the sun and swallowed the brilliant light once more and gloom spilled across the land, bringing with it a heavy dampness to the air. A chill breeze wafted across the stone terrace, the cold sinking into Kaia, who wrapped her arms about herself as a shiver set in.

“I look so forward to the spring, to the warm weather,” Éowyn said as she moved closer to Kaia, near the low stone wall ringing the terrace. “I miss the sun.”

“Hopefully it won’t be long. It seems as if winter has lasted forever already.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

Both she and Éowyn jumped at Faramir’s soft, yet unexpected words and he offered up a slight smile as he stepped between them. “I apologize for startling either of you.”

“You need a bell about your neck,” Kaia told him. Then she looked from him to Éowyn. “Have you met yet?”

Éowyn shook her head. “We’ve not, no.”

“Faramir,” Kaia smiled up at him, “this is Éowyn of Rohan. Éowyn, my brother-in-law, Faramir of Gondor.”

Faramir’s eyes widened. “Brother-in-law?”

“Oh, did Boromir not tell you?”

“He did not. I would not forget such a thing. When did this happen?”

She smiled. “Last eve. You both are the first to know, aside from the magistrate who performed the ceremony and Gandalf, who was our witness.”

“That’s wonderful news to hear, and I promise, I will only chide him about it a little.” Faramir bent to brush her cheek with a kiss. “And I am thrilled for you both.”

“It is wonderful news, indeed,” Éowyn told her, gazing up at Faramir before meeting Kaia’s eyes. “A bit of brightness to cut through the darkness.”

“It won’t remain dark forever. Nor will it remain cold and dreary. Spring will be here before any of us realize it.” Faramir turned toward Éowyn. “You will see.”

Kaia wondered if they felt the spark that she saw between them, and smiled as Faramir’s gaze lingered on Éowyn. Perhaps there was to be a little more brightness in the days ahead for them as well.

Without thinking, she let her hand slip down along her stomach. Like Boromir, she often thought she would feel the telltale bump, only to chide herself for her foolishness. She had several months to go before anyone would be able to tell she was pregnant, but she also thought it was very likely Boromir would notice it before anyone. After all, no one knew her body the way he did.

With that, she turned her attention back to the horizon, where she could just make out the small dots that were most likely Boromir and the others. She swallowed hard at the sight, her breath hitching as an unexpected lump rose in her throat and a tears stung her eyes.

Faramir’s hand came to rest on her shoulder. “Are you all right, Kaia?”

“I’m fine. Or, I will be. I just—I wish this was all over already and we knew how it ended, is all.”

“They will return. You’ll see.”

“I know.” She nodded, pressing harder against her stomach. “I just won’t sleep soundly until they do.”

True to her own prophecy, Kaia lay awake in the dark, in Boromir’s warm and cozy bed, beneath equally warm and cozy quilts, staring up at the ceiling. It was difficult to believe that only twenty-four hours ago he was there with her, driving her to near madness with his hands, and lips, and tongue. His scent hung in the air still, hints of musk and leather, pine and snow. It clung to the linens. And it made her feel his absence even more. But unlike her days at Osgiliath, she knew that when he returned, they would be together again. He was hers now. She was his. And only death could separate them.

She could only hope that would not be the outcome of his advance on Mordor.

Somewhere, a clock struck one and she gave up on falling asleep, instead sat up to reach for the heavy velvet dressing gown she so teased him about. Thick and warm, the sleeves slipped past her hands and the skirt of it dragged across the marble as she padded toward the terrace off his bedchamber.

The night air was cool and sharp, stinging her face slightly before threading through her hair, pulling several strands free from the long plait that fell halfway down her back. In the distance, the Eye of Sauron glowed red and orange and as she stared at it, Kaia wondered if it would go out as soon as the Ring was destroyed or if it would be more gradual a process. She looked so very forward to finding out.

The breeze picked up and despite her slippers, the cold seeped into the soles of her feet, crept up along her calves. Clasping her hands together to let the long sleeves drape over them both and keep them warm, she settled along the wide railing, leaning back against a cold stone pillar. She knew she should try to sleep, and if she couldn’t, she certainly shouldn’t be sitting out in the cold, but she couldn't help herself. Although she could no longer see the small caravan moving east, she knew they were out there still, that they had not yet reached Mordor. Still, no longer being able to see them troubled her. No matter how silly it was, she felt that as long as she could see them, they would remain safe. Ridiculous, but she couldn't deny that was how she felt.

The worst part about loving someone was the utter helplessness of having sit back and do nothing when they insisted on putting themselves in the path of danger. She understood Boromir’s refusal to allow her to accompany them, but that didn't mean she liked it. After all, she’d taken care of herself completely for nearly two years and certainly knew how to defend and protect herself in battle. She might not have any formal training, such as he had, but she’d absolutely learned enough to make herself more of a help and less of a menace.

But, she had the feeling that even if she wasn't pregnant, Boromir would have balked at allowed her to go accompany them, so knowing she was pregnant meant he would never allow it no matter how angry she was about it.

Truth be told, though, she wasn't angry at all. She understood. He didn't doubt her competence, but only wanted to ensure her safety and Minas Tirith was the one place where he could rest easly knowing she’d be safe.

“He will make sure we are always safe, little one,” she whispered, her hand coming to rest on her stomach. “I hope you know that. He will drive us mad with it, but he will make certain we are always safe.”

The rap on the door was so faint, so gentle, she didn't hear it at first. But then, she realized she did in fact hear something and so padded back inside and at the flat’s door, said, “Who goes?”

“It’s Faramir. May I?”

“Of course.” She unlocked the door to tug it open and smiled up at Faramir. “What are you doing up and about so late?”

“I couldn't sleep. And I had the feeling you might be up as well. I know you worry for Boromir. And when I came by and saw the light beneath the door…”

“I worry for all of them, but yes, him especially. Do come in.” She gestured to the sitting room. “Would you like some tea? I was just about to brew some for myself.”

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

“Not at all.” She closed and locked the door once more, then padded into the small kitchen to take out the tin of tea and to set the kettle over the fire. “So, what keeps you from sleeping?”

“Everything.”

She came back into the sitting area to see him perched on the sofa. “Everything?”

“I should be there as well. With Boromir. Were he still here, my father would have insisted I remain behind so as not to get in the way and cause them to fail. But since he’s gone… I feel as if I’ve let him down.”

“Your father?”

He shook his head. “Boromir.”

“You’ve let no one down. And I would be presumptuous enough to say you definitely have not let Boromir down. Not one bit. After all, you were wounded, Faramir.”

“So was he and yet—”

“He was wounded months ago and is nearly fully recovered now, remember. But, those first few days? He hovered between life and death and would never have been able to take on this quest then.”

Faramir’s expression remained troubled, as if he believed not a word of what she said. “I find that difficult to believe.”

“I was there, remember. I saw how seriously he was wounded, how close he’d come to dying. And why would your father have insisted you remain behind? I’ve seen you do battle and you are a formidable opponent. I certainly wouldn’t want to be on the battlefield opposite you.”

A slight smile lifted the corners of his lips. “I thank you for your kind words, but the truth is, I never lived up to what he thought I should be. Boromir always wished to be a soldier. War and weapons and military history were where his interests lay. I was too much the dreamer, wanting only to hear the stories Gandalf told of days gone by. You are fortunate he is no longer here, my father, that is, for I’ve no doubt he would have been gravely disappointed to find Boromir had fallen in love with you and planned to walk away from his service in order to be a husband and father.”

“But he hasn’t. Planned on walking away from his service, I mean.” The kettle whistled softly, but it slowly grew louder, so she rose to lift it from the fire and poured it through the strainer to fill the teapot. “On the contrary, actually, as he has every intention of remaining in service to Gondor, depending on what Aragorn wishes him to do.”

“He does?”

She nodded as she set the kettle down. “Absolutely. I would never forbid him from doing so, either. I know how he loves Gondor, how he loves its people, so much so that he put himself in harm’s way to keep them safe. He will offer his services to Aragorn and I will support his decision, whatever it might be.” She smiled. “Besides, I do believe your father already knew of my existence and made his displeasure well known.”

“But did he know about the baby?”

She just stared at him. “The baby?”

He offered up a long look. “Did he?”

“Boromir told you?”

He nodded slowly. “He came to see me before he left, to assure me that I’m not as useless as I feel and he asked me to keep an eye on you. When I told him it wasn't really necessary, he told me why.”

“He is already fussing too much.”

“Did you think he’d do anything else?”

She sighed softly as she filled two mugs and pushed one toward him before sinking back into her chair at the kitchen table. “No, I don't suppose I did. And until recently, I’d have thought that was how it should be. But, I’ve been on my own for a while now and managed quite well and to be honest, after a lifetime of being cared for, I’ve found I don't really care for it.”

He lifted the steaming mug. “I’m not so sure I follow.”

“Before the orcs came, my brothers teased me mercilessly at times, but would smash into pieces anyone else who thought to do so. If I got sick, my mum put me to bed with hot tea and honey and a book to read. They all fussed over me if I was sick or sad or down and I never complained about it, really. But then, after they were all gone and it was just me…” She shrugged. “I suppose I learned I can take care of myself just fine and I’d gotten very accustomed to doing just that.”

“Let him do a bit of fussing, Kaia. He will only drive you mad otherwise.”

She tried not to notice the pang Faramir’s words caused. Boromir had been gone not even a day and she just missed him beyond words. Still, she managed a smile. “Somehow, I knew that already.”

Faramir said nothing for a long moment, but just sipped his tea. Kaia didn't miss the slight wince that accompanied each sip and she wondered if she’d brewed it too strong. But before she could offer him some honey to sweeten it, he said, “I’m going to assume then, Denethor did not know about the baby.”

“No. I only found out a few days ago myself. He definitely did not know.”

“He’d have been furious, would have seen it as Boromir’s being careless.”

“Really? But, wouldn’t Boromir’s child be heir to the stewardship?”

“If it’s a boy,” Faramir nodded, “yes. But if it’s a girl? Boromir was careless.”

“Well, it’s a moot point now. Denethor is gone and the king will hopefully return and when he does, Gondor no longer will need a steward.” She lifted her cup for a sip and realized why Faramir winced. This tea was terrible. Not strong, just flat out awful, and she wondered if it had spoiled in Boromir’s absence. After all, she had no idea how old it was.

Lowering her cup, she said, “I beg your pardon, Faramir. I had no idea this tasted so foul.”

“I thought it was just me,” he said, relief flooding his voice as he set down his cup.

“No, it isn’t just you.” She sighed softly. “I suppose I know what I’m doing come morning. How difficult it is to find goods just yet?”

“Difficult is not the word for it. It’s almost impossible at the moment.” Faramir stood, then stretched to pick up her cup along with his, and carried them over to the sink. “But, I will go out and see what I can find, so do not even think about getting near the stables. If the grocer here has no tea, I know where I might find some and you are not going with me.”

“Faramir—”

“I gave him my word, Kaia. I do not wish to risk his wrath, should I allow you to accompany me and something happened to you.”

She glared at him, folding her arms as she stared. “I do not answer to him or to you, you know.”

“I know, but—”

“Not to mention, I fought alongside you at Osgiliath, and I was pregnant then, you know.”

He sighed softly and she almost felt guilty at the look of resignation on his face. “I know that, but Kaia, should I let something happen to you…”

“What’s going to happen to me? The orc army has been driven back, what’s left is most likely heading toward Mordor even as we speak. I’m sure the danger would be no worse than anything I’ve already faced and probably not even going to be an issue at all.”

He rubbed his face with both hands, then let out a low exhale between clenched teeth. “Very well. But only if I absolutely cannot find tea here and only if there is absolutely no chance of you needing to do battle of any sort.”

“Agreed.”

“And we go one one horse.”

“Faramir.”

“I am serious, Kaia. It is the only way I will allow it.”

“You’re as bad as your brother, do you know that?”

“You are the first one to say so.” He moved closer and bent to press a kiss into the top of her head. “I will watch over you like a hawk, you know. I’ve grown rather fond of you.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. And I also know you make my brother happy and I would do anything in my power to make certain that never changes as well.” He moved to the door and tugged it open. “I’ll meet you at the stables at half-nine.”

“Half-nine it is.”

“Try to get some sleep, Kaia.” He grinned. “You need your rest.”

Kaia rolled her eyes as she scowled at him. “Go home, Faramir.”

The next day was gray and cold and windy and Kaia gripped her cloak more tightly as she made her way down to the Minas Tirith stables. Instinctively, she turned her gaze toward the faint orange glow in the distance and tried to ignore the sinking pit of her stomach. What if they failed? What if Frodo failed?

What would happen if Sauron won?”

Her stomach kinked. It as too terrible to contemplate.

So she wouldn’t contemplate it at all.

The stables were quiet aside from the occasional shuffle of hooves in a stall. No grooms, no stable boys were about. When she peered into the tack room, it was to find it empty of anything not tack-related. A single stall stood empty and by ten o’clock, she knew why.

Faramir had gone without her.

That jackanapes.

Part of her was irritated, of course. She didn't wish to be babied or fussed over, but at the same time, part of her was more than a little relieved. Her stomach still tossed and truth be told, she wanted only to go back up to bed for a while. So, while she would definitely let Faramir know what she thought of his deception, she would do it after a nap.

She was halfway back to Boromir’s when a low rumble shook the ground beneath her feet, shook the whole of the city, it seemed. Everyone on the walkways stopped and as one, they all turned toward the east. Like a wave, that rumble rolled toward them slow and steady, and gained strength as it swept through Minas Tirith.

The air pressed in on the city from all directions and Kaia winced as her eardrums threatened to rupture from it, as her lungs protested in the way the air seemed to be sucked from them.

“Look!”

She didn't know who shouted it, but Kaia and everyone else turned to stare at the Eye in the distance. For the first time, she saw it clearly, and even as the pain in her ears built and she clapped her hands over them, she couldn’t tear her gaze from that Eye blazing angry orange against a soot black sky.

It stared first, angled slightly downward, and then snapped wide open as if suddenly surprised.

The rumble grew louder. Buildings actually shook around the crowds gathered on the walkway, staring with horrified curiosity as the Eye slowly shrank.

Boom!

The blast knocked her back into two women standing behind her. It knocked them back as well. And also the people standing behind them. But no one protested or swore or did anything but stare as the Eye that had watched over all of them for so long exploded with a great burst of fire and flame as the rumble became a low, throaty scream.

With a resounding pop, the pressure broke and Kaia cried out at the burst of pain in both ears, but then relief swept through her even as a shockwave tore across all of Middle Earth and slammed into them all once more.

Then, as quickly as it exploded, Sauron’s eye vanished and the gray skies were shattered as if by the force of its destruction. Blue sky broke through. Golden sunshine flooded the earth. And tears filled her eyes as she stared at the hole in the sky where that blasted eye had been.

Frodo had done it.

It was over.

#Lord of the Rings #LOTR AU #Boromir #Boromir fic #LOTR fanfic #Lord of the Rings Fanfic #Fan fiction #LOTR fanfiction #AU #Boromir x OC #Is it hot in here?#Romance #Sean Bean #Everybody Lives #Sons of Gondor

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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year

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Ooh if you want roommate AU suggestions, then Farawyn please! Maybe even a She’s the Man kinda situation where Eowyn is pretending to be a man? Up to you!

My dear, yes, of course...(I've taken the liberty to put this into an AU that might make you grin)

The boarding house

Words: 1k

Characters: Faramir x Éowyn

Faramir adjusted his cravat awkwardly and rang the doorbell of the sprawling house nestled at the end of a quiet street.

As the door swung open, he glimpsed a jovial, friendly face under a mop of honey-coloured hair that looked slightly unkempt as if he had been engaging in vigorous physical activity just before answering the bell.

“Ah, you must be Faramir,” the man said in a melodious voice and jerked his head towards the yet unrevealed inside of the house. “I hope you’ll be all right sharing rooms with another young person we have staying here.”

Dazed, Faramir followed the merrily chattering fellow and his colourfully embroidered vest into a large sitting room.

“Oi, Merry,” he called, “is our other lodger in?”

Another man – just as unusually short and stout as Faramir’s guide – looked up from his pipe and shook his head regretfully.

“Is that the new gent? Fine-looking young man, I’m sure they’ll get along great,” he commented and tapped the side of his nose as if he had just made the most hilarious of hidden jokes.

“Come with me,” the first man huffed and led Faramir up a flight of narrow steps. “Don’t mind Merry; he’s my kinsman and…”

As they mounted slowly – considerably encumbered by the voluminous travel bag Faramir was dragging along both the wall and the banister – the poor prospective lodger was treated to an extensive exposé on the history and idiosyncrasies of the cosy boarding house.

Faramir smiled and nodded at regular intervals even though he felt already quite overwhelmed with the many new impressions he had gotten since leaving his father’s estate to pursue further schooling of which the esteemed Lord Denethor did not fully approve as of yet.

“Here we are,” the cheery voice of his host chirped as a door was pushed open with a flourish. “Dinner is at 7; I’ll leave you to get settled in. Your roommate should be back soon.”

Dazed, Faramir watched him retreat before starting to unpack his books and notepads, setting them in neat piles on the empty desk in the corner of the room; he was not entirely sure whether it was a shared piece of furniture, but he told himself that he could clean them away if the need arose.

In the privacy of his temporary refuge, he loosened the stifling formal clothing he was wearing – one never knew what distant acquaintance one would meet in the busy streets of the big city – and sat down on the edge of the narrow bed that was allotted to him.

When the door swung open and a tall, blonde person strode in confidently, Faramir rose to his feet hastily to shake hands.

His warm words of polite introduction died on his lips though as he took in the apparition now standing proudly in the middle of the room; he had naturally expected – for propriety’s sake – that his fellow lodger would be a bachelor gentleman like himself.

“Éowyn, how do you do?” A broad, strong hand was thrust towards him jovially as the very female latecomer stepped up to him.

“Faramir,” he muttered in a muted voice. “I am well, thank you for inquiring.”

A thousand questions raced through his mind, bumping into one another and jostling his poor brain until he felt positively dizzy with thinking. Did she not object to find a man in her rooms? Was she not in the least worried about her reputation?

“I see the gents had a little joke on your expense,” the very comely young lady commented with a cheerful peal of laughter; she was wearing sturdy boots and had tucked her skirts up to reveal sensible riding leggings underneath. “I was just out on a social call,” she explained then, “usually I shall not submit you to frilly dresses and the like.”

Her dismissive tone struck Faramir like a fist to the chest; he could not discern anything frivolous or overly ornamental about the sober, straight-forward cut, style, and colour of her garments.

His mouth opened and closed helplessly a few times.

“Don’t go expecting me to darn your socks or smile prettily at you,” she then hissed, her eyes narrowing threateningly.

“I’d never dare,” he assured her feebly. “I shall not bother you, let me swear to this I can swear. My goal is to study at the local seminary and not to get into any trouble.”

Instantly, her eyes lit up with keen interest.

“You’ve been accepted at the university?” she cried out, taking hold of his upper arms in a distinctly unladylike fashion and giving him an insistent shake. “Can you smuggle me in?”

Faramir blinked; he had been a stickler for the rules as long as he could remember and – on account of his momentarily woefully diminished mental capacities – he could not fathom what the young woman was angling for.

“I beg your pardon?” he muttered, visibly confused and blushing under her intense scrutiny.

“Just give me a second and I’ll show you,” she cried enthusiastically and rushed out of the room in a flurry of flying skirts and carelessly tied-up hair. “I can impersonate my brother, Éomer! You’ll see!”

Faramir did not even dare move from where he stood until she returned, dressed in a smart suit not unlike his own, her long, flaxen hair tucked neatly under a fashionable cap. She looked every inch the young bachelor as long as one did not inspect the fine lines of her face or the sensual curve of her smiling mouth too closely.

“I…” Truly lost for words, Faramir merely stared at her in amazement. His father would be livid if he found out that Faramir had not only defied his wishes in the mulish desire for learning but had also broken the law by risking his name and reputation to get a woman access to it.

“Yes,” he finally breathed, new vigour and a strange sensation of exhilaration swelling in his chest, “yes, I will help you. Let’s get ready for dinner!”

@fellowshipofthefics here's my entry for the Weekend WIPS :)

@scyllas-revenge I hope this made you smile lol

Lots of love from me

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queenlucythevaliant · 2 years

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Shieldmaiden

i. I must have been made for the long defeat, she thought, for that is all I have ever been given.

ii. There was a corollary to that: the contours of my heart must have been fashioned for courage.

iii. Éomer said that their father hadn’t died quiet. He told Éowyn stories about the battle, though he knew no more what really happened than Éowyn did. Curled beneath her brother’s chin, Éowyn imagined her daddy with his jaw clenched, knuckles white around his pommel, fighting and fighting until at last he fell. “He gave those orcs a hell of a fight,” Éomer would say. “His courage will be remembered in these halls until the ending of the world.”

iv. (Somehow, it never occurred to Éowyn that perhaps her good, strong daddy would not be remembered at Meduseld for a losing battle against a dozen orcs, but because that was where the people who loved him best still dwelt.)

v. When Éowyn’s momma died, no one told stories. Momma’s defeat came like the fading of grass under the summer sun.

vi. As a girl, Éowyn gathered up courage from lines of verse and lyrics of songs: My head is bloody, but unbowed. Though far outnumbered let us show us brave. Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter. She chanted those words again and again, a shield against despair.

vii. Somewhere along the line, Éowyn learned to wield a sword. This was more incidental than one might think.

viii. Théodred dead. Théoden scarcely himself. Éomer riding afar. Defeat was coming for Rohan, but to Éowyn, this was a familiar feeling.

ix. Aragorn came like a king out of a story or a song. His was the voice that cried “Bloody, but unbowed!” in her mind when she was almost despairing, high and glorious even in the face of defeat. Now, Éowyn dreamed of queenship, if only so that her voice could be like his.

x. She did not mean to tell Aragorn her deepest fear: that if she was left in Edoras as ruin fell, she would die quiet, caught in a cage and gasping smoke as the house burned down around her.

xi. “You have a sword,” Merry observed. He was right.

xii. Éowyn went to battle because she wanted them to call her brave. She went to battle because momma had faded like the grass, but daddy had given those orcs a hell of a fight. Because if defeat was coming, she did not want to wait in a failing kingdom for ruin to come and find her. No, she wanted to die like a great queen in a song, brave until the bitter end.

xiii. The grass of the fields crunched beneath her feet as she turned to face the Witch King. When she smote him with her sword, she did not feel like a queen in a song. She was only Théoden’s niece, a girl who loved her uncle and would let no evil thing touch him.

xiv. When Éowyn woke in the Houses of Healing, a fresh web of scar tissue round her wrist, victory seemed an insubstantial, fading thing.

xv. But then Faramir looked out to darkness inescapable and dared to say, “I do not believe that any darkness will endure.” He was not like a king in a song, but his words stirred up the same deep places in Éowyn’s soul where all those words of courage lived. They echoed there, louder and louder. Éowyn smiled.

xvi. When he kissed her, she felt brave as growing things are brave: like the crocuses that bloom from the snowy spring ground.

xvii. “You have desired to have nothing, unless a brave death in battle. Look at me, Éowyn!”

xviii. Éowyn looked at him long and steadily. I was made for the long defeat, she thought. All I ever wanted was to be brave.

xix. But if the darkness was passing, what courage was there in death?

xx. You were made for life, she heard a voice say, for sunlight and dancing and growing things. Your heart was fashioned for love and for joy. And yes—for courage.

#so as ever i'm a little apprehensive about posting anything lotr and particularly for a character as well-loved as Eowyn #but you know that I love my brave girls and right on brand i loved Eowyn from her first appearance #my recent lotr viewing with my roommate gave me enough oppurtunity to rhapsodize from a place of authority that i feel comfortable here #what i see in eowyn is someone who's had to be very brave while enduring a lot of hardship #and who has conflated hardship with courage #as though one cannot be brave unless faced with inevitable darkness and defeat #she closes herself off to hope because she has lost much #and hope means learning a different kind of courage than the 'riding to your doom' kind she's been living with for so many years #obviously the girlboss lady knight read is oversimplistic and wrong #but equally i think there's a wrongheadedness in acting as though pre-Houses of Healing Eowyn wasn't already very very brave #in very worthwhile ways #suffering and hopeless yes #and in need of the lesson that courage does not always equal fighting #but always coming from a place of essential strength of character #...i'm probably preaching to the choir here #there are many like it but this one is mine #(it's covered in purple prose and has way too much of me in it)#tolkien legendarium #i will not say the day is done #leah stories #pontifications and creations

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luna-writes-stuff · 2 years

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Requests Character List:

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When sending a request; please specify in which pronouns to use. If not, I will automatically use they/them.

I will determine by myself whether I want to write a fanfic about it or simple headcanons. You must understand writing an actual story takes up a lot of time, so I won’t always write an entire fic. Then again, it also depends on the request and which form is better suited for it. once again, I will decide this for myself.

Requests CLOSED

Grishaverse: - Jesper Fahey - Kaz Brekker - Inej Ghafa - Nina Zenik - Wylan van Eck - Nikolai Lantsov - Alina Starkov

MCU: - Loki - Shangqi - Steven Grant (Sorry Jake Lockley/Mark Spector simps✊😔) - Brunnhilde/Valkyrie - Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel - Bucky Barnes

X-Men: - Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver - Logan Howlett/Wolverine - Ororo Monroe/Storm (Specify in actress; Halle Berry or Alexandra Shipp)

Tolkien: - Kili - Fili - Thorin Oakenshield - Aragorn - Éowyn - Frodo Baggins - Bilbo Baggins - Pippin/Peregrin Took - Merry/Meriadoc Brandybuck (I see one Rings of Power character, you are blocked. Immediately. Don't you dare🤺🤺)

Star Wars: - Leia Organa - Din Djarin/The Mandalorian - Ashoka Tano (only tcw and live action, specify which one) - Fives - Echo - Rex - Kix - Cody - Obi-Wan Kenobi

Stranger Things: - Eddie Munson - Steve Harington - Nancy Wheeler - Robin Buckley

Arcane: - Viktor - Vi

Supernatural: - Dean Winchester - Sam Winchester - Charlie Bradbury - Castiel - Gabriel - Lucifer

The Legend Of Vox Machina: - Pike Trickfoot - Vax'ildan

Good Omens: - Aziraphale - Crowley

Baldur's Gate 3: - Gale of Waterkeep/Dekarios - Halsin - Shadowheart - Astarion

Misc.: - Aidan Turner - Pedro Pascal - Tessa Thompson - Joseph Quinn - Chris Evans - Brie Larson

I prefer not to write for characters who are not on the list, as I know the chosen characters better. This list will change, depending on what I feel like writing at the moment, so it is possible that the characters you requested for last time might not be available at the moment. Please, don’t make a big deal out of it.

I do not write: - Smut. (You do not want to read that from me, it’s so bad. I’m only saving your soul. - Anything that counts as discrimination (Racism, sexism, ableism, “my religion is better than yours”, homophobia, transphobia etc. This can however be negotiated with if it is for the purpose of a hurt/comfort fic) - Sexual assault. Even for smaller fics or requests, I do not feel comfortable discussing them. I hope you understand this. - SH and depressive thoughts. Personal experiences make it difficult to write about it.

I do write: - Literally anything else??? - Wlw, mlm, anything gay, really. Actually, make it as queer as you can. - Any pronouns, gender sexual orientation and the whole shebang.

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ao3feed-tolkien · 1 year

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Clever Fox

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ruo42Xa

by Theavengershavetakenovermylife

A tenth walker fanfic, but with a twist I have not seen.

Our character falls into middle earth rather violently. Taken first to Rohan, she is nurtured back to health before the events of the fellowship. Adina is an ex-FBI trained now loner after her stalker pushes her to her death - her fate. Her blood flows with that of the enemy, and her soul is tied to the rings fate. Will she overcome the ancestry she discovers much down the line? Will she save those she loves?

An Eomer x OFC x maybe Legolas fic, I haven't decided.

Words: 12115, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Aragorn | Estel, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Arwen Undómiel, Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Pippin Took, Merry Brandybuck, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Gollum | Sméagol, Legolas Greenleaf, Éomer Éadig, Éowyn (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Théodred (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Gamling (Tolkien), Galadriel | Artanis, Haldir of Lothlórien, Original Female Character(s), Sauron | Mairon

Relationships: Éomer Éadig/Original Female Character(s), Legolas Greenleaf/Original Female Character(s), Éomer Éadig/Reader, Éomer/Original Female Character(s), Eomer/Reader

Additional Tags: Romance, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Plot Twists, Love Triangles, Unrequited Love, Fluff and Angst, Attempt at Humor, Adventure

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ruo42Xa

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vavuska · 1 year

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LOTR The King's Return teaches us that MAN doesn't mean HUMAN BEING!

Literally nothing is more epic than the Witch-King going "no man can kill me" and Eowyn just tossing off her helmet and saying "I am no man!!" kills the most powerful Nazgul.

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«Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!»

Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel. «But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.»

The winged creature screamed at her, but the Ringwraith made no answer, and was silent, as if in sudden doubt. Very amazement for a moment conquered Merry's fear. He opened his eyes and the blackness was lifted from them. There some paces from him sat the great beast, and all seemed dark about it, and above it loomed the Nazgûl Lord like a shadow of despair. A little to the left facing them stood she whom he had called Dernhelm. But the helm of her secrecy, had fallen from her, and her bright hair, released from its bonds, gleamed with pale gold upon her shoulders. Her eyes grey as the sea were hard and fell, and yet tears were on her cheek. A sword was in her hand, and she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy's eyes.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King (The Lord of the Rings, #3)

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#vavuskapakage #lotrdaily #lotr memes #Man doesn't mean HUMAN BEING #human beings #human rights #eowyn of rohan #eowyn my beloved #lotr eowyn #witch king of angmar #jrr tolkien #return of the king #Youtube #vavuskabooks #Classical fantasy #lord of the rings

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shiveringsoldier · 2 years

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fandom: lotr! character: data <3

thank you Zara <3

LOTR

Favorite character: Frodo Baggins, the only character ever <3

Least Favorite character: I don't like Sauron, I'm sorry. Even after reading the Silmarillion I still hate him

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): (I'm including platonic ships as well because I don't have very many romantic ships) Frodo x Sam; Éowyn x Faramir; Frodo & Gandalf; Merry & Pippin; Gimli & Legolas (I ship them platonically but I 100% understand why people ship them romantically)

Character I find most attractive: Frodo is the most attractive male character, and Arwen is the most attractive female character

Character I would marry: also Frodo

Character I would be best friends with: Merry. I think we would get along very well.

a random thought: Lately I've been thinking about the Entwives having been gone for so long that Treebeard can no longer remember what they look like, and that breaks my heart

An unpopular opinion: I think Aragorn as a character is kind of boring. He's too perfect at too many things, and that makes it hard for me to get fully invested in him.

My Canon OTP: Éowyn and Faramir

My Non-canon OTP: Frodo and Sam

Most Badass Character: Honestly? I'm thinking Théoden. He's a great warrior and a skilled leader on the battlefield, and he gives incredible pre-battle speeches. And it's especially impressive given what he's suffered.

Most Epic Villain: I hate to say it, but the Witch-King

Pairing I am not a fan of: I've been unwillingly subjected to Frodo x Sauron content, and I want to personally fight everyone who ships them.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): I don't like that the movies reduce Gimli to comic relief

Favourite Friendship: My favorite friendship in the books is Frodo and Merry, and I have a soft spot for Frodo and Gandalf's friendship

Character I most identify with: Frodo. I've always identified with him, but having gone through my own traumatic experiences I find myself identifying with him more than ever.

Character I wish I could be: I wish I could be Sam, and I hope I have at least some things in common with him

Data (disclaimer: I haven't watched an episode of TNG in forever and know very little about canon events and relationships)

How I feel about this character: he is so autistic and I would protect him with my life

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Geordi

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Maybe Troi? I don't know what their relationship is like in canon, but I like the contrast between Troi's hyperempathy and Data's seeming inability to feel any emotions at all

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don't know if I have one

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish he'd been treated better. There are definitely parallels between the way the crew treats him and the way that neurotypical people treat autistic people.

Favorite friendship for this character: Also Geordi. I feel like Geordi is the only one who really understands him.

My crossover ship: I don't have one

#spacedadpicard #answered

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blueoncemoon · 9 months

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(Just a pinned post for quick reference of my works!)

The Hidland Chronicles

Aragorn x OFC, action/adventure, worldbuilding

The Lady of the Rohirrim ( AO3 | FFN ) 210k words, 31 chapters; complete

The Coronation of the King ( AO3 | FFN ) 25k words, 4 chapters; complete

The Marshal of the Mark ( AO3 | FFN ) 270k words, 41 chapters; complete

The Marriage of the King Coming soon; WIP

Other LotR works

Espresso Tides ( AO3 only ) Aragorn, Éowyn, Arwen, Boromir; coffee shop AU; comedy; 1k words, one-shot

The Call Centre ( AO3 only ) Pippin, original orc character, Merry, Galadriel; modern AU; comedy; 3k words, one-shot

Where I Live ( AO3 only ) Lotho Sackville-Baggins, Lobelia, Camellia, Odovacar Bolger, Vigo Boffin; music AU; slice of life; request; 8.5k words, three-shot

Jazz ( AO3 only ) Melkor, Eru, Ainur; extended metaphor regarding the Ainulindalë; 500 words, one-shot

Non-LotR works

Elegy ( AO3 only ) Historical fiction; Edwardian composers and classical musicians; gen; time travel; 30k words, 9 chapters (slow-updating WIP)

The Jane Clinic ( AO3 only ) The Walking Dead; Rick Grimes/OFC; exploration of reproductive choices in the apocalypse; smut; 35k words, 14 chapters (complete)

The Azure Silk Tunic ( AO3 only ) Pirates of the Caribbean/classical music RPF crossover; Jack Sparrow & cellist Mischa Maisky; 17th century Bologna; 1.3k words, one-shot

Brekekekex-koax-koax ( AO3 only ) Mandalorian fandom; season 2 episode 11 fix-it; frog people; worldbuilding; 4k words, one-shot

The Yeti and the Elf ( AO3 only ) The Rise of the Guardians fandom; Phil the Yeti & elf; crack comedy; 555 words, one-shot

And several more on AO3!

Cheers!

#fanfiction #lord of the rings #historical fiction #pirates of the caribbean #the mandalorian #the rise of the guardians #the walking dead

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Uh one more. Lord of the Ring for the ask game 😄

Thanks for the ask! 💖

6 favorite characters (I added one because there are so many characters!)

Pippin, Merry, Aragorn, Éomer, Legolas, and Faramir

3 OTPs

Pippin & Merry (as friends), Legolas & Gimli (as friends), and Aragorn x Arwen

Funniest character

Pippin and Merry or Legolas and Gimli when they are partnered together

Prettiest character

Arwen. She is literally flawless! (Though Galadriel is a very close second!)

Most bad-ass character

Éowyn (do I need to explain?)

Character I’d like as my BFF

Sam. H is so sweet and kind and one of the most loyal characters in all of fiction.

Character that’s ruined my life (I'm making this most hated character if that is ok)

Denethor. I hate him more than Sauron and Saruman combined

Leave a fandom in my askbox

#thanks!#friend ask #ask game #leave a fandom #lotr #lord of the rings

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restitutor-orbis · 5 years

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People be shippin’ Faramir and Éowyn, and I’m over here on the crack ship that is Merry/Éowyn

#lotr #éowyn #merry #meriadoc brandybuck #éowyn x merry #lord of the rings

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spectraling · 2 years

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People be saying Merry and Éowyn wouldn't fit together bc their personalities are too different when she literally married a nerd who doesn't believe in the glory of warfare while Merry is *also* That Bitch that will not hesitate, a perfect mirror of Éowyn herself like...guys

#eowyn #meriadoc brandybuck #merrywyn #merry brandybuck #eowyn x merry #merry x eowyn #I'm sorry but Merry is just the nerdiness of Faramir combined with the recklessness of Éowyn #also their values line up perfectly they have a rock solid foundation of mutual respect what's not to love

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