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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: after all these years, I still hold a place for James Cook in my heart ... I sort of jump between hypothetical talk and immersive: “he would” and “he does”. I do apologise. I hope you enjoy x

Warnings: mentions of drugs, violence ... ya know, normal skins stuff -

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SFW🌿

⭑ You had been waiting for the next book in your favourite series to come out for ages.

⭑ You weren’t able to pre-order it, and somehow you couldn’t get it online, so you decided to go to your nearest bookstore

⭑ It was one of those big chain ones, and you were absolutely sure the book was there

⭑ So you made your trek, and stalked into the store, like a knight with a quest. No one could stand in your way

⭑ And then someone stood in your way

⭑ A young guy, around the same age as you, maybe a few years older, was looking through the self-help section. His bag was on the floor and he took up the aisle floor.

⭑ Your cheeks flushed as you uttered an “excuse me” to which the guy either didn’t hear or didn’t care.

⭑ Now, chaos and uncertainty were common themes in Cook’s life -

⭑ There wasn’t a time when he felt truly secure, and that hadn’t bothered him. Not even when that drug dealer tried to kill him, or when he had to start from the ground up.

⭑ He just guessed that he wasn’t meant to stay in one place for too long

⭑ And that’s how he ended up in this city. It wasn’t too busy, nor was it deserted. Possibly a community on the rise.

⭑ You grew up there, and all your family lived close by. Not that you saw them weekly or anything, but close enough that you could run into your great uncle at the cinemas.

⭑ Anyway, Cook was oblivious to your need to access the books he was barring. He had both earphones in, since he found that they calmed him in his day-to-day life, he couldn’t hear a word you said.

⭑ You sighed and waited for a minutes. Tossing up how long you should wait, or if you should weasel your way in front of him and quickly snatch the book.

⭑ Your patience wained thin however, and you tried to catch Cook’s eye. It was all you could do to not blow your top. Two years you had been waiting for this book, and you had avoided as many spoilers as possible.

You near shouldered him out of the way, and he was surprised because he had no idea that there was another person in the aisle, let alone right next to him.

⭑ And so your first interaction left him ... with a lack of a better word - stumped.

⭑ But he thought that that would be the last time he’d ever have to be in your presence.

⭑ He was wrong.

⭑ Your relationship bordered on enemies to lovers

⭑ But Cook had grown a lot as a person and he wasn’t so quick to anger; the day to day life seemed so flippant. From what he’s experienced, life is fleeting.

⭑ When he saw you again, he grinned though. He knew it would piss you off, so he put on the most shit-eating grin he could.

⭑ He may have grown as a person, but he was still James Cook.

⭑ And there was no way he wouldn’t at least press one of your buttons.

⭑ Cook has a nickname for you, it’s a teasing one. If you’re shorter than him, then he calls you Hob, which is short for Hobbit (he’s recently got into Lord of the Rings) If you’re taller than him, he’d call you Leg, one it’s short for Legolas (he thinks Elves are super tall in the LotR books) and also for your long legs.

⭑ His grin always leaves you with butterflies

⭑ And as much as you denied it, he was constantly on your mind

⭑ Can you imagine the first interactions with your parent(s)/Guardian and Cook? Oh god, he would be so nervous.

⭑ You want him to tell you everything about his life, but there’s this line that he treads. Does he tell you everything? Will it risk your safety? He’s also scared of scaring you away

⭑ You always feel so safe with Cook. He just knows what to do. He isn’t afraid of getting in a fight, but he won’t actively seek that out.

⭑ I think he has dyslexia, or he isn’t the best at reading and writing, and he’d be so embarrassed about that. But you would help him. And you would do so without making him feel inferior.

⭑ You were surprised to find out that he’s a good dancer

⭑ One of your favourite things about Cook is the ability to make you laugh. Even if you’ve had an awful day, he has this talent where he can make it all better

⭑ He loves sleeping in your bed. It’s one of the times when he feels the safest and of course, it helps that you have a cosy room.

⭑ You have an ABUNDANCE of books in your room, and the first time that Cook saw them, he felt so overwhelmed. Because why would someone so smart?? Want him???

⭑ But the way you explained these books changed his overwhelm to smittenness (is that a word?)

⭑ Oh my god if you had siblings, he would get on with them so well. Imagine if you had a little brother, Cook would teach him how to defend himself, but also that smarts are just as important as fists.

⭑There are times when he sees you with your family and he feels ... wrong. He feels like he shouldn’t be there, that he’s tainting it somehow.

⭑ But boy is he wrong.

⭑ Your family adores him.

⭑ And you have no idea where you’d be without him.

⭑ Moving in together, he would always sleep on the side closest to the door, so that he could intercept any danger. (When he told you that, you felt incredulous, but little do you know, he has to think about these things.)

⭑ This is a big change, because in other relationships he would sleep closest to the window ... so he could escape

Theme Song:

‘House of the Rising Sun’ a cover by Muse

Relationship Tropes:

Reformed Playboy Learns His Lesson

Love Interest Has A Profession Protagonist Abhors

Damaged/Doesn’t Believe He Deserves True Love x Sees The Good In The Other

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Cook pursued you at first for sex, for something casual - nothing promised.

⭑ Although you may often feel overlooked, ignored, or unworthy; you are anything but. And so, you didn’t want to be used for only a few hours and forgotten about. That wasn’t your style.

⭑ When your relationship solidified, that was when Cook was able to feel you fully.

⭑ He’s quite experienced and knows how to please. Especially with his mouth.

⭑ One of his favourite things is making you laugh when you’re orgasming.

⭑ He becomes very playful when you both get comfortable with each other, like the old Cook is back. There’s never a frown on anyone’s face when he’s around.

⭑ Cook definitely eats ass

⭑ I mean, hardly anything would weird him out? And I feel like he would be up for most things

⭑ There wouldn’t be a room that you guys haven’t fucked in

⭑ And there’s a huge difference between Cook fucking you, and having sex. Or how others would put it ... making love...

⭑ He can be vigorous, all-consuming, and wild. Like some sort of animal in heat.

⭑ On the other hand, he shows you how he feels about you through sensual sex. Cook will take his time, and worship every part of your body.

⭑ His other favourite sex act is receiving head -

⭑ Cook likes to make you gag on his cock, he says “it’s such a pretty sight, seeing you down on your knees.”

#james cook #james cook skins #james cook x reader #james cook headcanons #james cook x you #skins #skins headcanons #skins imagine #dating would include #jack o'connell #skins x you #james cook skins headcanons #james cook skins x reader #would include #headcanons #fanfiction #reader insert #witchthewriter

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kylos-isomnisexual · 8 months

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An Unthinkable Love

Mary Goore x Male! Reader

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A/N: It’s been a really long time since I’ve written any sort of fanfiction so if this is really shit I apologize

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"Mary? Hey man are you in there? We brought you some food" One of your friends knocked on the door

"Jesus, varför lämnar ni mig inte ifred" was all that could be heard from the other side. "See man, nothing, not even food will get him out of that hobbit hole of a room he's been living in" Another one of your friends spoke.

You and Mary have been best friend's for years. You had met him at one of the shows he was playing at in your city. Him and his friends were one of the opening acts of the band that you had come to see that night. Somehow, after the concert you managed to bump into him. You said hello and brought up how much you loved the songs his band had played. Despite how scary he looked the first time you met him, he was actually very sweet and thanked you for enjoying the show they had put on. From there you both clicked instantly, you some how managed to snatch his number before his band mates had to drag him away from you because he was taking too long. Back to present day however, Mary seemed to not want to deal with anyone's bullshit

Mary had been dating this girl for a little while, and despite the aching feeling that rested in your heart, you were very supportive and happy for Mary. Of course that achy feeling hadn't gone away, not until recently when the news broke out that the girl he had been seeing was cheating on him with her ex. Part of you felt bad for Mary, knowing how much he had loved that girl, but also part of you was happy, knowing that he didn't have anyone standing in the way of you and him. You knew that part of you was very selfish, so you pushed all those feelings down and decided that no matter what you would be helping him from this point onward, even if you had some certain feelings resting deep down.

"Good luck trying to get him out, I doubt he'll answer to anyone at this point" His friend sighed. You smiled softly at them, giving a reassuring look before knocking on the door. Before you could even give an indication that it was you, Mary had already started to complain about being disturbed again. "För sista gången, lämna mig fan ifred" He sounded so tired and defeated, your heart broke hearing him sound like that. "Mary, it's me, (r/n)" You said softly, unsure if he was actually going to open the door or not. To both you and your friends surprise, the door slightly cracked open.

You gave him a gentle and reassuring smile, barley being able to see anything other then his obviously tear stained eyes. "Can I come in?" You asked softly, not wanting to sound demanding incase he wanted to be completely left alone. You both had sat there for a little bit. You were about to say something, telling him that it was okay if he didn't want company, but before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside his room, locking it behind him. Both of your friends stood there shocked, opting that they were just going to put the food on the counter and then leave, knowing that you probably have everything under control.

It took you a minute before you could compose yourself. After a second you looked up, the sight in front of you killing you from the inside. There stood Mary, his face paint and fake blood smudged, obvious tear stains on his face. His clothes are more tattered up then they usually are, and he looked and smelt like he hadn't showered in days. "Oh Mary" You said, holding your arms out for a hug. Mary wasn't one for physically touch, not from most people. With you it was different, but you still wanted to give him the option of wether or not he wanted to be touched right now.

Mary walked up slowly, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face in your chest. Normally, this kind of situation would make you blush, but right now you needed to be there for him. Mary started sobbing violently into your chest. You had never seen him this vulnerable. Sure you've seen him sad once or twice, but never so dejected, never so broken. You shushed him quietly as you brought both of you to sit on the bed, still maintaining the hug. "Hey, shhh it's okay, I'm here for you man" You said softly, rubbing circles on his back. You both sat in silence for a little while, feeling the tears fall down on your shirt. Eventually, Mary was able to compose himself. He looked up at you, his eyes all red and puffy. You gave him a soft smile, continuing to rub his back

"You wanna talk about it?" You said, concern in your voice. He sniffled, rubbing the tears away from his eyes. "God, (r/n). I loved her so fucking much, she meant everything to me. How could she just go and cheat on me without a second thought." He said angrily, his hands balled up into fists. You grabbed his hands, lacing your fingers together. His anger seemed to simmer down immediately, but he wouldn't look you in the eyes, almost like he was embarrassed to be seen like this. You let go of one of his hands, grabbing his chin to make him look at you. "You don't deserve her man, and definitely don't deserve the way she treated you throughout your whole relationship".

"You are such a kind person despite what people may think of you. You're loving and caring and you treated her like a princess. If she decided that throwing you away over her stupid ex was a good idea then she wasn't worth it anyways. You can do so much better. I know it hurts now, but you'll get through it, I know you can" You said, hoping that your little pep talk would cheer him up a bit. Evidently it worked, as a small smile appeared on his face. "Thank you, it means a lot to me. More than you know" He says with a genuine tone in his voice. "Ayyy don't get all sappy on me now" You lightly hit his shoulder. "Alright, you don't have to be an ass" He laughs, the smile on his face getting bigger. You laughed, standing up to leave the room to get his food. Before you could step outside the door, Mary had grabbed your hand. Shocked, you turn around to see him trembling a little bit, almost like he was afraid of you leaving him.

“Please don’t go” He said softly, looking down at the ground. “Can you stay here and lay with me for a bit?” The question had caught you off guard. You stood their for a little, trying to process what he asked you a few seconds ago. You snapped back into reality once you saw the scared look that threatened to appear on his face. “Yeah of course. I don’t mind. Let me just get comfy first” He let go of your hand and you turned around, not wanting him to see the blush that spread across your face. You took off your shirt and pants, opting to just stay in your boxers. You turned back around to see Mary already getting comfy in bed, an open spot right next to him. You walk over, lifting the covers up as you got underneath them. You shuffled a little, turning so that your back was facing him.

After a few moments, you feel Mary scoot closer, wrapping his arms around you. You jumped a little in surprise but calmed down soon after, the body heat making you sleepy. “Thank you (r/n), for everything” You smiled, letting out a soft yawn. “It’s really no problem” Was the last thing you remember saying before passing out.

A few months later, Mary was back to being himself, his asshole like demeanor making it’s appearance. He seemed happier, now having been moved on from his ex for a while. After the night you stayed with him, Mary promised he’d get himself together and go back to the way he was. Now you, Mary and all your friends were having a good time, sitting and talking, having a few drinks in your living room. “Yeah well she was a fucking bitch anyways, I don’t know why I dated her” Mary slurred his words, taking another sip of the fireball he had in his hands. His friends laughed, agreeing with his comment.

“So, do you have anyone new you’re interested in?” One of your friends asked, wiggling their eye brows. Mary hesitated for a bit before speaking, “I might have a small thing for somebody, but it’s nothing” He waved it off. “Oooo, who is it? Tell us” Your other friend pried. “Fuck you is who it is” He took another swig of the fireball, flipping off his friends in the process. You looked over at Mary, curious to know who this secret crush is. Part of you hoped that it was you, but in your mind you knew that there was no reason to get your hopes up. You’re not Mary’s type, and your sure as hell not a girl. Mary goes for the bimbos, there was no shot of you ever getting with him. “I’m hungry, I’m gonna go buy some snacks” One of your friends states, struggling to get up and on his feet. “Where are you gonna get snacks from, you can’t drive” Mary slurred, tilting his head at them. “There’s a vending machine downstairs… your coming with me” He managed to pull the other guy up with him despite his protest. Both of them walked out the apartment door, stumbling and almost falling on their way out.

Now it was just you and Mary sat alone in the living room, you started to giggle and Mary had asked what was up. “I’m just glad there not in the room anymore, I couldn’t stand them” You slurred, waving around the bottle of wine in your hands. Mary agreed, saying how those two could be annoying and a handful. You scooted closer, the alcohol clouding your judgment on wether or not being this close to him while being this drunk was a smart idea. “Yknow, you’re a really great friend, and I really REALLY appreciate you” You said, loosely grabbing onto his shoulder. “I think you’ve had too much to drink” He said, shaking his head. You pointed a finger at him, your face getting dangerously close to his. “Your one to talk, pain in the ass…” You mumbled the last part. You could’ve sworn you saw Mary look at your lips, but you just decided it was part of your imagination. You both sat there in silence, looking off into space. Eventually, you felt like someone’s eyes were on you, turning to see that Mary was just staring at you with an unreadable expression.

“What are you staring at?” You asked, blush appearing on your face. “You’re Uhh, really handsome, I guess” Mary said, still staring at you. “You’re really handsome too” You weren’t quite sure where the sudden boost in confidence came from but it wasn’t unwelcome. You both just sat there, staring into each others eyes, looking down at each others lips from time to time. “Jag vill verkligen kyssa dig” You looked at Mary confused, unsure of what he just said to you. “What was that?” You asked, tilting your head. “I said, that I really want to kiss you” He repeated, this time in English. Your eyes opened wide, surprised that even came out of his mouth. “You can kiss me” Was all you could muster up to say.

He took his hands, placing them on your cheeks. He rubbed his thumbs against them. You both leaned in slowly, his lips meeting yours passionately. You pulled away after a few seconds, staring into his eyes. “Why uhh, why did you kiss me?” You would never think that Mary Goore would show any interest in you, so why all of a sudden did he kiss you. “After that night, when you helped me. I slowly started to realize how much you meant to me and how much I loved you. I eventually figured out that love was beyond just friendship” His speech didn’t sound slurred, almost like he wasn’t drunk in the first place. “I’ve never been with a guy before, but I genuinely love you, and I want to be with you”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, Mary Goore, the man you were in love with for years, said that he loved you back. You smiled, happy tears falling from your eyes. “Of course I’ll be your boyfriend you fucking idiot, I’ve been in love with you for years” A shocked look appeared on his face. “Years?!? There’s no fucking way” You laughed, shaking your head. “Maybe it’s because your fucking dense” You joked, punching his arm. “Hey okay, there’s no need to be an ass” He said, pointing his finger at you. Before he could say anything more, you pulled him into another kiss. Thank god for that alcohol because without it, you both probably wouldn’t have the confidence to confess. As for your friends well, they passed out while trying to get there snacks from the vending machines, but it’s okay, because they woke up after being completely fine

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Translations:

Jesus, varför lämnar ni mig inte ifred = Jesus, why won’t you guys leave me alone

För sista gången, lämna mig fan ifred= For the last time, leave me the fuck alone

Jag vill verkligen kyssa dig= I really want to kiss you

#Marry Goore #Repungent #tobias forge #the band ghost #x reader #male reader #mlm love

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laneynoir · 8 months

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Hey I forgot to post this yesterday oops.

Bagginshield, very short <3

They won, but had they really? He doesn't know, he may never. The pain is intense, probably the worst he's ever had to experiance, and yet that seems dulled, numb, despite the lack of anesthetics.

He's partially aware of the elf standing over him, hair in all directions and blood smeared across their face, long elegant movements, tinged with desperation, as they poke and prod at the various punctures and slashes that cover his body. Once, he thinks, this would have discomforted him to no end, anger would have bubbled from his heart at the thought of some presumptuous, slender, tree loving creature. Now it seems that every fibre of his being is focused entirely on what he did. Every thought zeros in on what he's done, the crime against not only the law of his people and himself, but his creator as well.

How could he have? Every other thought during the sickness could be logically understood, for that is of course what illness of the mind is, starting out as small things, a selfish thought here, growing into an intense greed, driving the person into a space where everything seems to make such sense, and only an outside source can tell.

But when the soft body had been pressed against stone, and the throat of his one under him hand... He could not forgive himself. Ever.

He floats in and out, mostly out, of consciousness over the next week, he knows that he's being watched, wasting the time of healers who should be attending to better dwarrow, or even men. In his moments of lucidity he faces the constant torment of a pain that no medications will numb, and wishes that he had been done with on the ice, when he begged for the hobbit's forgiveness- a fine thing for a dieing man to ask, if a mite manipulative. It's easier to forgive a dead man than to live with him.

As if the Burglar would ever even draw near him now.

He doesn't care about you. Everyone saw that well enough when he tried to kill you, and for what? Shining rock? No. No love that is true would bend under something to trivial as sickness. You broke his trust and lost him compleatly.

He shakes his head, desperate to clear away the hissing voice that has become so common in his mind. The dwarf may not love him any more, if he ever had, but he had asked to part in friendship.

Ah yes. Friendships. And yet, he did say part didn't he. And asked you to return to your home, with its soft comforts... And yet here you stay, lingering around when you are of no use, what are you waiting for?

What is he waiting for? He's hardly been any help in the restoration attempts that are being made, and he hasn't been able to help much at all with the rations, (he's still living off of less than half of what a hoobit needs, stomach complaining and dizziness just refuse to stop.) And really there's not much he can do.

So what is he waiting for? Why can't he tear himself away, run home and leave those with competence to do what needs to be done? His role is over.

Over and done, run home little halfling.

Halfling? Yes. No. Perhaps? He's not enough really, so maybe he is half. And yet... His eyes dart to the cot where the crownless king lays as if dead. There was a time when he felt enough, his manners perfect and his ability to whip up a parties worth of food bested most hobbits in the Shire. But was he complete even then? No, not really.

You were happy in your Shire.

No he wasn't. Not since his mother died.

You would be happier there thank here.

Would he?

Yessss

But, his friends wouldn't be there, he would be alone again.

Oh, but you're already alone.

N-no.

Alone. All alone. All al

He rips the ring from his finger, but he can't seem to throw it aside as he wishes. Hardly noticing, he tucks it into his pocket, tryibg to calm his breathing. He staggers over to the cot and slumps to his knees, gripping the cloth in a tight fist. He doesn't notice when tears begin to drip from his eyes.

He won't come back.

The thought stabs him over and overb never seeming to cease, always taunting. He had ome love and many chances to prive himself, yet he failed. More than failed. He wishes he had simply failed.

Now though, there was no conceivable way that his burglar would return, and draw near to his side, speaking in his odd accent of homes reclaimed. He doesn't even know if the Hobbit still live-

He shoots into an upright position, eyesight dazed and breath comeing in gasps. Had he survived? There was no way that the small creature had run off to try and help in the waining battle.

Oh, but that is just the sort of noble foolishness his hobbit would partake in. And his sister sons gone. How had he failed so miserably, to let those he loved most dearly die, the sobs come in choked silence, filling the air.

He doesn't feel the grip on his hand, but somewhere he hears an echoing voice, wild glazed eyes flit around the area (where is he?) Darkned tan hide makes up the walls, but the the voice is to close. At his side then, at last his blurry vision lands on a face he thought long gone.

"Bilbo?"

"I'm here, Thorin"

#whumptober 2023 #day two #suicidal thoughts #(brief)#my fic #bagginshield #thilbo #thorin oakenshiled/Bilbo Baggins

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cornerful · 2 months

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There [Sam] halted and sat down. For the moment he could drive himself no further. He felt that if once he went beyond the crown of the pass and took one step veritably down into the land of Mordor, that step would be irrevocable. He could never come back.

Having movie soundtrack feelings about Gollum ... Specifically "we are lost, we can never go home" :( not too hard to connect that to this passage

He ran forward to the climbing path, and over it. At once the road turned left and plunged steeply down. Sam had crossed into Mordor.

dontsayitdontsayitdontsayit

In such an hour of labour Sam beheld Mount Doom, and the light of it, cut off by the high screen of the Ephel Dúath from those who climbed up the path from the West, now glared against the stark rock faces, so that they seemed to be drenched with blood.

For the tag *shivers*

He was not really in any doubt. He knew that he must go down to the gate and not linger any more. With a shrug of his shoulders, as if to shake off the shadow and dismiss the phantoms, he began slowly to descend. With each step he seemed to diminish. He had not gone far before he had shrunk again to a very small and frightened hobbit.

The humility about this. That it's better to be wholly yourself, alone and small and frightened, than to be made great by corruption and delusion.

Ghân-buri-Ghân squatted down and touched the earth with his horny brow in token of farewell. Then he got up as if to depart. But suddenly he stood looking up like some startled woodland animal snuffling a strange air. A light came in his eyes.

'Wind is changing!' he cried, and with that, in a twinkling as it seemed, he and his fellows had vanished into the glooms, never to be seen by any Rider of Rohan again.

I love this guy. So much

'That's done it!' said Sam. 'Now I've rung the front-door bell! Well, come on somebody!' he cried. 'Tell Captain Shagrat that the great Elf-warrior has called, with his elf-sword too!'

😭

At last, weary and feeling finally defeated, he [Sam] sat on a step below the level of the passage-floor and bowed his head into his hands. It was quiet, horribly quiet. The torch, that was already burning low when he arrived, sputtered and went out; and he felt the darkness cover him like a tide. And then softly, to his own surprise, there at the vain end of his long journey and his grief, moved by what thought in his heart he could not tell, Sam began to sing.

Most people probably have a scene in lotr that is "it" for them, this is mine. In Western Lands is my favorite song out of them all. I can't get over it 💚

'Frodo! Mr. Frodo, my dear!' cried Sam, tears almost blinding him. 'It's Sam, I've come!' He half lifted his master and hugged him to his breast. Frodo opened his eyes.

'Am I still dreaming?' he muttered. 'But the other dreams were horrible.'

*gesturing helplessly* do I weep do I cheer do I post the West Virginia joke do I talk about Beren and Luthien and Fingon and Maedhros

'Then I wasn't dreaming after all when I heard that singing down below, and I tried to answer? Was it you?'

'It was indeed, Mr. Frodo. I'd given up hope, almost. I couldn't find you.'

'Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam,' said Frodo, and he lay back in Sam's gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand.

Sam felt that he could sit like that in endless happiness; but it was not allowed. It was not enough for him to find his master, he had still to try and save him. He kissed Frodo's forehead. 'Come! Wake up, Mr. Frodo!' he said, trying to sound as cheerful as he had when he drew back the curtains at Bag End on a summer's morning.

The way I need sir Ian McKellen to join the newsletter specifically for this. I don't know what he'd say but it would be legendary. I've not been okay about this since I first read it. I don't even. People just walk around every day being casual tolkien fans and acting like this didn't happen and blow my tiny queer mind. I can't explain how impactful, how treasured, bits of writing like this are to a kid like I was, and the person I still am.

'Yes, I can walk,' said Frodo, getting up slowly. 'I am not hurt, Sam. Only I feel very tired, and I've a pain here.' He put his hand to the back of his neck above his left shoulder. He stood up, and it looked to Sam as if he was clothed in flame: his naked skin was scarlet in the light of the lamp above. Twice he paced across the floor.

Also for the tag but strangely beautiful this time despite the circumstances. So much, so much red in the imagery lately. Fire and blood and brands and whip-marks <:/

But now the vision had passed. There was Sam kneeling before him, his face wrung with pain, as if he had been stabbed in the heart; tears welled from his eyes.

'O Sam!' cried Frodo. 'What have I said? What have I done? Forgive me! After all you have done. It is the horrible power of the Ring. I wish it had never, never, been found. But don't mind me, Sam. I must carry the burden to the end. It can't be altered. You can't come between me and this doom.'

'That's all right, Mr. Frodo,' said Sam, rubbing his sleeve across his eyes. 'I understand. But I can still help, can't I?'

:,( Frodo's ring-possesiveness still getting worse but even in this place he reverts to Himself immediately because Sam is upset. And Sam saying "that's all right, I understand" while wiping his tears because he has to accept what the ring is doing to Frodo, he would jump down a dragon's throat or climb to the moon but he can't make this sadness untrue. Wahhhggh

But come, Mr. Frodo! Off we go, or a whole lake of it won't do us any good!'

'Not till you've had a mouthful, Sam,' said Frodo. 'I won't budge.'

Two can play at this game, Sam <3

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An Argument for Sauron!Halbrand, Show Clues Or Red Herrings, Pt. 1

I went back and poured over what I could have been mistaking as red herrings, but couldn’t get past episode two without dozens of potential easter eggs, so I felt a little compendium was worth writing out. There are a few references and call backs to the original The Lord of the Rings trilogy, especially with the cinematography, and I’m going to include other snippets from Tolkien’s compendiums that they have cleverly weaved into the writing. Other things are more noticeable, like the directing and acting in certain scenes.

Some people seem really angry about it, but they mostly seem to be people who haven’t even watched the material and just read spoiler blogs, run around, and scoff at everything. But, to me as a longtime Tolkien fan, I love the adaptation. It’s rich with lore, phenomenal acting and directing, and set pieces to die for. Am I bitter about any changes so far? No. Most of what they have changed is a result of not having legal rights to the material. For example, they weren’t given rights to the material that states a definitive date on Galadriel’s marriage to Celeborn, which could explain why he has been absent so far. The rest of what they have changed is simply timelines, condensing a large span of time into a much smaller frame to show two huge stories where Sauron was a main character: The Forging of the Rings of Power and Akallabêth. He wasn’t a big eyeball during this time; he had a body, and he was still at that point capable of appearing fair and noble to both Elves and Men.

If you want Sauron to remain hidden and be a big reveal, you’re not going to give him the alias he used in Tolkien’s writings because a quick Google search would reveal it. I’m not understanding why people aren’t getting that. Did you really want to see a character named Annatar? Did you really? I would’ve been so disappointed in the writers if they had done that.

They obviously wanted to weave a big story using well-known key players: Galadriel and Elrond. Considering Galadriel’s expanded role in The Hobbit, I feel it’s safe to say they were adding onto that by saying ‘maybe her involvement with this Sauron business goes way back, let’s explore that some more’ because it was Galadriel that banished Sauron in The Hobbit, not Elrond or even Gandalf.

Making her, one of the very few women in Tolkien’s writings who take the forefront anyway, the main character was a great move. Everyone’s tired of hearing a man’s story, anyway. The Lord of the Rings was a whole company of nothing but men that spurned decades of m/m fanfiction nobody’s ever complained about, so does it really matter that Galadriel potentially has a love interest? Does it really? Potentially being the key word here as most of what has happened between them has been, well, verbal sparring and basic human kindness and maybe a handful of emotional overtures? The hypocrisy on that alone just because she’s a female character is astounding to me. I’ve seen so many men joking about ‘slut-shaming’ her. She is a fictional character, and I find her very in-character for a young, strong-willed woman. Er, Elf.

Anyway, this breakdown starts with episode one and two. Be warned, it’s image heavy.

Episode 1: A Shadow of the Past

We have the first clue/red herring in the scene with High King Gil-Galad and Elrond as they discuss the newly minted decision to send Galadriel away as a gift when, to her, if feels like a banishment. She has been searching for Sauron nonstop in vegeance for her brother Finrod’s death, but it’s been centuries and everyone really wants Galadriel to cool it. Then, we get this little gem:

We all know how looking into the future is Tricky Business™ for Elves, and well, anybody. In The Fellowship of the Ring when Frodo asks Galadriel, “What will I see?” if he looks into the mirror, she replies:

“Even the wisest cannot tell. For the mirror shows many things. Things that were, things that are, and some things . . . that have not yet come to pass.”

To drop this line: “We foresaw that if it had, she might have inadvertently kept alive the very evil she sought to defeat,” in your opening episode, you’re basically telling us that Galadriel, refusing to let this go, is what’s going to bring about Sauron’s evil once more. No one has seen Sauron for hundreds of years at this point, perhaps longer, so yeah, maybe they were right and she should’ve let this go.

But we wouldn’t have a story to tell if she did, so bag that up. “The road to hell is paved with good intentions,” as they say during times like these.

Next, when facing the curtains of Valinor opening before her, Galadriel recalls a conversation with her brother. It is a metaphor for good and evil, right and wrong, hope and despair. The part we see here is just her question of his metaphor, though: “But sometimes the lights shine just as brightly reflected in the water as they do in the sky. How am I to know which lights to follow?”

To me, this is showing us that Galadriel isn’t always going to know which lights are the “good people” and which lights are the “bad people” pretending to be good people. Because that’s the difference. Sometimes some people really convince you they’re good and you believe it — but it’s just a reflection of what you want to see. In reality, it’s a lie, a ruse, or a mask. I think this is going to be a huge part of her journey: figuring out the truth.

And in that fateful moment when she chooses to jump off the ship, we get our meteor man, who is most certainly a Maia, but which one? I don’t know. We have only so many Maiar with names, the most well-known being Gandalf, Saruman, Radagast, Sauron, and Melian. They are basically Tolkien’s renderings of angels from Christianity, with the fifteen Valar (yes, I said fifteen — Melkor/Morgoth still counts) being more like Arch Angels of higher power than them.

There is actually a reference to this meteor in The Adventures of Tom Bombadil by Tolkien:

“He twinkled his feet, as he thought of the meat,

of pepper, and punch galore;

And he tripped unaware on his slanting stair,

and like a meteor,

A star in flight, ere Yule one night

flickering down he fell

From his laddery path to a foaming bath

in the windy Bay of Bel.”

I think he could be any of the Maia above except for Sauron or Melian. In fact, he could be one we haven’t met yet. I think either possibility is a fun one, and I haven’t made up my mind on this one yet. If it’s Tom, I love it. They did cut him completely out of the original triology.

However, I don’t think he’s Sauron because Sauron was given a chance to go to Valinor and answer to the Valar after Morgoth’s defeat, but he didn’t want to face the humilation of having to earn his penance, so he fled and hid himself. Coming down out of the sky in a big ball of fiery flame is not congruent with his attitude at the time . . . and he would’ve needed permission from Ilúvatar to do it, which he most certainly did not have.

“Of old there was Sauron the Maia, whom the Sindar in Beleriand named Gorthaur. In the beginning of Arda Melkor seduced him to his allegiance, and he became the greatest and most trusted of the servants of the Enemy, and the most perilous, for he could assume many forms, and for long if he willed he could still appear noble and beautiful, so as to deceive all but the most wary. When Thangorodrim was broken and Morgoth overthrown, Sauron put on his fair hue again and did obeisance to Eönwë, the herald of Manwë, and abjured all his evil deeds. And some hold that this was not at first falsely done, but that Sauron in truth repented, if only out of fear, being dismayed by the fall of Morgoth and the great wrath of the Lords of the West. But it was not within the power of Eönwë to pardon those of his own order, and he commanded Sauron to return to Aman and there receive the judgement of Manwë. Then Sauron was ashamed, and he was unwilling to return in humiliation and receive from the Valar a sentence, it might be, of long servitude in proof of his good faith, for under Morgoth his power had been great. Therefore when Eönwë departed he hid himself in Middle-earth.”

– J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, “Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age”

Sauron isn’t trying to draw attention to himself right now, so that is why I don’t believe meteor man is him.

Now, getting back to the show, we get an answer from Finrod at the very beginning of the episode to Galadriel’s childhood question: “But sometimes the lights shine just as brightly reflected in the water as they do in the sky. How am I to know which lights to follow?”

I feel like Galadriel is going to be at a crossroads with this before this show is over. She is going to have a hard time distinguishing friend from foe. Somebody close to her is likely not who she thinks they are, and it’s going to be a painful reveal for her when it happens. Given that Sauron was known to be deceptive and sweet-talking, it makes sense. I know Tolkien said Galadriel sensed Sauron’s evil, but he also said the One Ring corrupted everybody, and yet somehow little human Faramir wasn’t affected by it. Pffft.

Episode 2: Adrift

When we meet Halbrand, he says something we’ve heard before:

In The Fellowship of the Ring, Galadriel says "the tides of fate are flowing” to Frodo Baggins. It’s no coincidence. Why, thousands of years later, is this line still remembered and being repeated to Frodo as he goes on a quest to destroy Sauron?

Yeah, fondness doesn’t seem like a valid enough reason if you ask me.

When the sea monster attacks the raft, we get a scene of Halbrand purposefully undoing the ropes on the raft and pushing his part away from everybody else, and he . . .

. . . literally pushes them toward the monster’s mouth. I had to watch it a few times to be certain, but he most certainly fed his companions to the sea monster and saved himself. I don’t know some things, but I know kings in Tolkienverse don’t act like this guy. He is a Grade A Street Survivalist.

And after he’s fed everyone to the sea monster to appease it, he goes back to Galadriel. This is where things get really interesting.

When he throws down the oar, he smirks. Rewatch the episode if you didn’t see it, but he most certainly smirked.

And I don’t know about you, but that rescue scene was creepy as hell. Pay attention to Halbrand’s face. This is how he looked down at her, not extending his hand to help in any way, for nearly half a minute:

I mean, Jesus. That’s not the face you want to see on your rescuer, is it? Not only that, but the music score got darker and lower in that moment as if teasing whether or not he would actually help her. I’m going to be honest. Bad vibes. Bad vibes all around.

Arm Clasp #1

Yes, I’m keeping track of these because there are a lot of arm clasping moments with these two.

I snickered at the subtitles for that one, though, not gonna lie.

I mean, in all honesty, he really looks at her in uncomfortable ways during this episode. Take, for instance:

And um, yeah, he totally checked out her backside:

And liked what he saw.

And, for some reason, thinks this is great moment to smile:

No, Halbrand. No.

This is just not the behavior of a Tolkienverse king or lord. I’m going to say this many times before all this is through. He is no Aragorn by any stretch of the imagination, and a part of me is really skeptical that he is supposed to be a lord.

Later on, Galadriel sees his pendant and has thoughts about it.

Halbrand’s immediate response is to cover it up and conceal it within his shirt.

After concealing something in attempt to keep his distance from her, he has the audacity to tell her, “You needn’t keep your distance.” I . . . what? He’s encouraging her to get closer to him? When he won’t do the same? Sadly, it’s a classic manipulation tactic.

Galadriel already has her thoughts about this human, and they are not at first positive.

“The sort that knows how to survive. Why be part of the larger target?” I am reminded of how Sauron fled after refusing to face the Valar after Morgoth’s defeat. After all, back then, the real target was Morgoth, and . . . he made sure to get the hell out of dodge.

Not only that, but why would a Southron man be all the way out to sea, out west, west past Númenor, so close to the perils one faces when trying to seek access to Valinor and you’re not given a ticket in past the golden curtain? Was someone trying to . . . sneak into Valinor?

I have questions. There is no reason in all the world that a Southron man should be out here.

Sauron, on the other hand . . . I can understand an attempt from him to slip into Valinor unseen.

Personally, this sounded a little like a veiled threat from Halbrand.

Ah, fellow deserters. He pokes and prods at her a lot for information, and even says he thinks she is here by no accident. I don’t think he’s here by accident either. You two were both planning something, and that’s why you’re here.

I think he’s projecting here. But also, if you’re just a man, a human, do you think an Elf cares what you decide about them? I could almost laugh. It definitely makes Galadriel angry, which causes a very interesting vision to appear.

After Halbrand mentions his homeland, Galadriel gets a flash back to the Fortress of Angband, the last known stronghold of Sauron’s that he was forced to desert:

The image even blazes with fire, which never happened when Galadriel saw it in person. I almost think this is a vision she’s receiving. From who? Good question.

Maybe you’re . . . a little too close to the source?

This is perhaps a small turning point, but Haldbrand still doesn’t seem very moved by it.

His look at this question says no to me.

Why is this funny? Literally, no king or lord in all of Tolkienverse would scoff at eventually reclaiming their rightful lands. Who is this guy?

Oh boy, is he out here dodging questions and letting her draw her own conclusions.

When she says, “I chose to seek out the very enemy responsible for your suffering,” Halbrand takes that real personal. Real personal.

And there would be so much irony in the idea that she is finally face to face with that same foe and cannot recognize him.

There is something about the way he responds to that. He seems more sullen now. No smart quips. Just silence. Because you know what? This is personal for her, too.

I really find it funny that he wants to comment on honesty while not answering a damn thing about himself. This guy knows something about hiding, all right.

One particular line during this scene caught my eye more than others, too:

“If you want to murder Orcs and settle a score, that’s your affair. Don’t dress it up as heroism.”

First of all, who ever says ‘murder’ Orcs? Kill Orcs, sure, because no one thinks it’s a crime to kill Orcs. Murder implies it’s a crime. Why would he use that wording if Orcs took everything from him and slaughtered his people? ‘Don’t dress it up as heroism’ has got me confused as well because taking out Orcs is basically heroism as they are torturous, reviled, evil creatures. Look at Halbrand, standing up for Orc rights. Okay, buddy. Okay.

The casual look on his face. He knows she won’t stop, so he tells her what she wants to hear. He never explicitly states that’s his home either. The emblem on his pendant is from the Southlands, though, and we later discover Adar is down there, wrecking havoc, but . . . there’s more to this story with Halbrand and Adar.

As Halbrand states, “I’ve got my own plans, Elf,” a convenient storm rolls in:

Given where they are at sea, this is one of the perils and I feel like it was done on purpose. The moment Halbrand says he has ‘plans,’ we get a storm that could very well kill both of them and end those plans. My personal vote is the Valar sensed something wasn’t right, who was out there, and responded accordingly.

Lightning strikes immediately as she says, “Bind yourself to me!”

And lightning strikes again when she says, “Give me your hand!”

Next thing we know, the wooden pole Galadriel bound herself to gets a direct lightning hit. Man, she really pissed off the Valar if you ask me. Why didn’t they just strike Halbrand? We wouldn’t have a story if they did, that’s why.

Galadriel goes under, and Halbrand . . . seems to be in shock about it. He definitely waited for the whole rope to sink, though. Why save her if he’s Sauron? Well, she did just promise him an army. And to help him reclaim his former position of power. I don’t know about you, but I’d keep her around, too. This Elf could be very useful.

And we get this beautiful cinematography below. A really well constructed moment that heralds back to The Two Towers when Frodo saves Sam from drowning:

The Two Towers:

Below, we can argue the look of shock on his face was relief at having something sharp to just cut the rope with, but I think he recognizes Finrod’s dagger. It can go either way, but they highlighted his shock on purpose so we could see it.

Galadriel climbs aboard first once they’re back up.

Arm Clasp #2

Yes, I’m keeping count. I think there is clearly a pattern with the word ‘bind’ when it comes to their storyline as it shows up a lot.

The purposeful contrast of their clothing in the above shot on the raft. Him, dark. Her, light. Maybe I’m reading into it too much, but I don’t know. A good setup does stuff like this on purpose.

. . . And this is how they’re found. I’m going to be honest, I just threw this in here because it looks like Halbrand fell asleep while keeping an eye on Galadriel . . . she might stab him with that dagger, after all. Or maybe he just thinks she’s nice to look at. Given the way he’s eyeballed her all episode, I’m going to say he definitely thinks she’s nice to look at. But might also be capable of killing him. And I do like that vibe.

Did he even hand the dagger back? I know in the next episode Elendil has it, and Halbrand steals it from him to give it back to Galadriel. Hmmm. Questions. So many questions.

As an introductory episode, Halbrand raises more questions than his presence answers, and he isn’t readily painted as a good guy. Him rescuing her from drowning was really the only good deed he did. Or did he have an ulterior motive for that, too? Only time will tell.

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“ just let it out. “ — to Bilbo.

Hurt&Comfort

It was over. The battle was done and the dwarves were celebrating. There was a sense of relief that seemed to spread around to man and elf as well. As if a weight had been lifted off of all of them. The celebrations lasted days, though Bilbo did not take part in much of the festivities. There was a lot that played at his mind, telling him it was time to leave before anything else happened.

But he needed that confirmation first. A part of him needed to make sure Thorin and his nephews would pull through.

He could still see the fighting. He could still picture Fili's fall, a fall that nearly killed him. He could still hear Kili yelling. And Thorin -- There was so much blood.

It was late evening when Balin came to inform him of the good news. Kili was the first to awaken, though Fili still seemed to be unconscious, he was making a good recovery. Of course, Balin knew the most pressing question on Bilbo's mind though; How was Thorin? "He's awake, if tha's what ya wanna know," Balin reached up to pat Bilbo's shoulder, "And I'm sure he'd enjoy a visit from a good friend." "Ah..heh. Right. I will make my way there, then. Is...Is Gandalf still around?" he asked, glancing around the halls as if the wizard would appear at the mere mention of his name.

"I believe he went into Dale to talk with Bard -- He mentioned he wouldn't be long," Balin answered. Bilbo gave a small nod, debating for the moment in finding the wizard and leaving now. Thorin was awake, he was alive. His nephews were well, too. That was all the confirmation the hobbit needed. He didn't wish to address anything else, including his own guilt.

If only he had been stronger. Perhaps then he wouldn't have been unconscious while his friends nearly perished.

Bilbo didn't catch the last of Balin's words, only realizing he was now standing there alone and that the dwarf was wandering away when he came back from his thoughts. His lips curled into a thin line and his nose twitched nervously. There was a decision to be made, and either way, the hobbit felt like a coward. He began to walk, letting his feet carry him and decide for him as to where he would end up.

Apparently they had decided to take him to Thorin's room, which he could hear voices coming from. One of softer, tired sounding, which had to be Thorin. The other was boisterous and loud, which had to be Dain. He recognized the voice from the battle, though he hadn't really interacted with the dwarf after everything was said and done. The hobbit listened quietly as the two had their conversation, one he likely shouldn't be eaves dropping in on. Where were his manners? The dwarves must be growing on him.

Of course, the conversation sounded pleasant, if a bit political. He wondered why these things could not wait until Thorin was more recovered. He had just woken up, after all.

As Bilbo listened, he suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming towards the door, making the hobbit panic. He looked around, wondering for a moment if he could make a quick exit, but it was already too late. So, instead, he raised a hand as if to knock on the door when it opened before him and Dain nearly walked straight into him. The ginger dwarf startled, "Aye, laddy, what're ya doin'ere?" Bilbo opened his mouth, a lack of words coming for a moment. He must have had the strangest look on his face for Dain could only raise a brow at him.

"I came to see Thorin...I..I heard he was awake," Bilbo finally stated, feeling tension in his body. He felt stiff, once again barely hearing Dain's words as he stepped aside to let the hobbit enter the room. Something was said about Thorin needing his rest, to which Bilbo commented that he wouldn't stay too long.

There was a silence that fell as Dain excused himself, roughly closing the door behind himself as he left the two alone. Bilbo was not making eye contact, his gaze glued to the floor as he tried to find the words. There were so many before, but now they all seemed lost or too feeble to explain exactly how he felt. It was as though every possible idea, every scenario he had been thinking up while Thorin was unconscious, had just been erased from his memory. He supposed the actual conversations were always harder than fictitious ones.

"Thorin, I..." he finally managed a glance up at the dwarf, who still had that intense stare despite everything. He was quick to look away again, afraid the dwarf he considered to be a dear friend would suddenly look down upon him again. That he would realize his first assumptions of the hobbit hadn't been far from the truth after all.

"Just let it out."

Thorin's voice hit his ears, though it wasn't as harsh as he expected. It was softer than normal, tired sounding. He could only imagine how exhausted the dwarf must be, especially with all of his injuries. Those injuries would certainly take a long time to heal, though they may never fully heal at all.

"I thought we lost you..." Bilbo finally let it slip, feeling an overwhelming wave of emotions wash over him, "You, and Fili and Kili -- And I just stood there..." He let out a weary laugh, shaking his head. "I am sorry, Thorin. For everything. For..deceiving you, for being unable to aid you and the others during the battle. I...I hope you recover...I truly believe that you will be a great King. I just wanted to say that before I left for the Shire." There was more he could say. So much more he could just let go of, but now was not the time. Not when the dwarf literally just woke up.

"Goodbye, Thorin..." he turned to leave, making a beeline for the door as if he needed to leave this instant or risk something being said that he either didn't want to say or didn't want to hear.

#orcristwielder #muse;; i would’ve doubted me too (bilbo baggins)#ask;; and you shall receive #sorry this took forever #promise I didn't forget about this!#Hope this is alright v.v

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Dwarrowtober 2022 Day 13: Prayer- Fili Durin x OC

Fili Durin x Aurora Goodchild

Description: Aurora has only ever prayed three times in her life. Once when she was eight, another when her father passed and one more time when Fili’s life was hanging by a thread.

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Hobbits didn’t really believe in deities. Gods and things like that were never really on their mind and they most definitely weren’t the religious type. Aurora, despite the fact that she’d grown up around Dwarves, had grown up the same way as every other one.

That, however, didn’t mean she didn’t pray. Now, it was very rare, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t happen. In her life, Aurora had really only prayed three times.

The first time was when she’d broken her arm and hit her head after falling from a high tree. She was out in an instant but she could remember being in incredible pain, borderline excruciating to an eight year old. Her mother took her to Oin, who she knew to be a healer. The old Dwarf healed her to the best of his abilities but because she was so young, the hit to her head put her in a coma that would likely last for at least a few days.

Mentally, she’d woken up, and yet she couldn’t physically move. But she could still hear everything. Based on the sound of water running she could tell that she was back home, which sat by a river. She could also hear her mother Lavina talking, though she didn’t know who she was talking to as the other person never answered her. It sounded like she was begging whoever it was she spoke to. It was a mumble, but she could make out a few words.

“Oh Aule…”

“Merciful Aule…”

“Please just heal her…”

“I humbly beg of you…”

“Please Aule…”

Aurora didn’t fully understand until her father walked into the room asking her if she was praying again. Praying? She didn’t even know the word, let alone understood what it meant. It wouldn’t be until she woke up that she understood, but in that moment of unsureness she decided to follow her mother’s words. She didn’t add anything, just repeated them. And then just a day later she was able to move. After that she’d mostly forgotten about it, only remembering long enough to ask her mother about it before she moved on.

Aurora was a bit older the next time she prayed. It was when her father was on his deathbed. There wasn’t much anyone could do as he was just old and suffering several complications that came with aging. The best they could do was ease his passing as much as he could. As she sat by her father’s bedside she remembered her mother praying and decided to give it a shot.

It felt odd seemingly talking to no one. It felt much different than saying it in her head, and she still talked to Aule as if she were an old friend rather than a deity just to make it more comfortable. She spoke about what she hoped for out of this exchange: peace for her father. She all but begged for it. Leuda Goodchild was a good person throughout his life, he deserved that much.

And it worked. Leuda passed peacefully in his sleep with his wife and daughter by his bedside wishing him a goodbye. Words couldn’t describe how relieved she felt to know that he wasn’t in pain at all before he passed. It helped her heal.

The last time she prayed was around the Battle of the Five Armies. Well, technically it was two separate times so it was her third and fourth. She ended up praying twice in a span of a few hours, but it was about the same thing so she just counted it.

The first time she prayed was right at the end of the battle. Everyone left alive was trying to catch their breath and process all that they’d just seen and done. Aurora, meanwhile, was scouring the battlefield for Fili. She had absolutely no idea where she was, and the last time she saw him was right after the Company burst out of Erebor ready to fight. According to Dain he had followed his brother, uncle, Dwalin and Bellarose up to the hilltop where Azog’s wooden machine was but that was the last that the Ironhills King had seen of any of them.

Aurora felt helpless. She debated on going after them to find him, but she logically understood that it’d be no use, especially if they end up coming back down here anyway. If they were still alive, that is. Oh, how she hoped they were still alive. She had no idea what she’d do if she lost any of them.

She felt her knees give out at the mere thought. Having no idea what to do, she eventually did the first thing that came to mind: she prayed. Once again she found herself begging Aule that they would all still be alive.

And, once again, her prayers came to fruition. Just as she finished her prayer she heard fapping from above. Three of the Great Eagles, who’d come to aid them in battle, flew down and landed in front of Erebor. She couldn’t see anything until the Eagles took flight again. Thorin, Fili, Kili and Bellarose laid on the ground, all looking lifeless and pale, while Dwalin and Bilbo were crouched beside them. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach as she ran over to them with the rest of the Company behind her. Thankfully, any thoughts of the worst vanished when Rosemary uttered two words.

“They’re alive!”

Bellarose’s injuries ended up being the least serious as she’d just received a head injury aside from a slice to the back, and she was okay after two days. Thorin, Fili and Kili were a different story unfortunately. Fili had likely been beaten into submission by Azog so it would be easier to hold him still then was stabbed through the abdomen. Kili, aside from the usual injuries that came with fighting, had been stabbed through the chest, which punctured his lung and filled it with blood. Thorin had the most difficult injuries by far; he had been stabbed through the heart by Azog before he managed to finally kill the Orc.

Rosemary did the best she could in healing them, pulling out all the stops her magic could offer. Yet, it was still a fifty/fifty shot on whether any of them would pull through. Was this how her mother felt when she’d hit her head? If that was the case Aurora would have to apologize to her with a big bottle of wine and a massage. That’s when Aurora ended up praying again. This time around she prayed to Aule, Eru, and any other deity and/or go out there that would listen to her. She prayed with any strength and passion that she had, begging and even crying to them to let all three of them live.

And, just like every time she’d prayed before, it happened. Kili awoke first, which both made her happy and gave her hope for Fili and Thorin. The day that Fili woke up had been the best day of her life. She couldn’t believe that just speaking to someone who wasn’t physically there could give so many miracles. Aurora was never really religious and had only prayed a few times in her life, but she was happy that she did because it meant that her Fili was still alive.

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #fili durin #fili durin imagine #fili x oc

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po-pulari-tics · 1 year

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AO3 Hobbit Fic Writers,

Please do not tag your fics Hobbit Book and Hobbit Movie, unless it is a genuine blending.

This is not an elitism thing- they're simply different stories. Here are some examples just from Smaug to the Battle of the 5 Armies:

1. In the movie, they fight Smaug and...cover him in gold for some reason???

In the book, Bilbo is sent out alone multiple times. They never go themselves. The final time, his light goes out, and he gets so scared that he screams his head off. The dwarves decide, "certainly it is not the dragon, or he would not go on squeaking." They still wait, listening for dragon noises, before going to him.

Quite frankly, it is an incredible display of selfishness and cowardice, and completely opposite that movie scene. It emphasizes how they did not deal with Smaug at all, letting everyone else handle it for them.

2. In the movie, they say something about, "if the aim of men had been true that day..." This is not said in the book. The elven king is blamed for things, like refusing to help people, but there are no magic arrows in limited supply.

3. In the movie, they try to attack the dwarven fortress, but are surprised by the reinforcements. In the book, they don't. Thorin shoots an arrow into the shield of the negotiator. They reply:

"Since such is your answer, I declare the Mountain besieged. You shall not depart from it, until you call on your side for a truce and a parley. We will bear no weapons against you, but we leave you to your gold. You may eat that, if you will!"

Which is probably the most sensible and funny line in the whole damn book. Why attack a handful of people when you can just starve them out? (The reinforcements don't show up yet.)

4. The dwarves don't agree with Thorin in the movie. They do in the book, "except perhaps" Bomba and the twins.

4b. I think the ravens don't have much speeches in the movies? Correct me if I'm wrong. Book ravens are like, this is a bad, bad idea.

5. Bomba lets Bilbo out in the movie. He gets tricked in the book. He falls into deep sleeps more easily after what happened in Mirkwood. Bilbo feels really bad about this.

6. The movie dwarves look disapproving as Thorin orders them to hurt Bilbo, and make Thorin do his own dirty work. Book Thorin grabs Bilbo immediately and, "shook poor Bilbo like a rabbit." He curses Gandalf, and prepares to throw him to the rocks. Stuff happens, and he tells Bilbo to get down before he is thrown down.

It is only after all of this where Tolkien adds, "more than one of the dwarves in their hearts felt shame and pity at his going." They say nothing, even as Bilbo says his goodbyes and Thorin threatens to sting his feet with arrows.

7. There is simply more talk of logistics and more negotiation in the books. When Dain approaches, the Elven King says, "long will I tarry, ere I begin this war for gold...let us hope still for something that will bring reconciliation."

To be fair, Bard does want to attack. But he does not. The dwarves shoot first. All to emphasize the unreasonableness of the dwarves in the narrative, and to emphasize that the Elven King, while a miserly bastard who won't help dwarves starving in the forest, is a reasonable guy who won't unnecessarily attack, either.

But there is no true fighting. Darkness falls upon them, and Gandalf announces Bolg, son of Azog, is coming. Everyone immediately stops what they're doing to strategize.

"The Goblins were the foes of all, and at their coming all other quarrels were forgotten."

Fun fact- they came because they heard Smaug died. Once again, Thorin's little quest ruining so many lives. (I love him, I do, but...my dude. You have flaws. The narrative practically hits us over the head with it.)

Everyone runs to the mountain, scrambling for higher positions to shoot down from. A brave vanguard sacrifices themselves to buy time.

Compared to the movies, where they attacked each other and weren't even sure if they could fight together. And then the elves jumped over the shields instead of using archery first.

8. While we're here...wargs are "the evil wolves over the Edge of the Wild." So it says in chapter 6, out of the frying-pan and into the fire, page 146 of The Annotated Hobbit. Note 9 says, "Tolkien [wrote to a guy named Wolfe (lol)]...it is an old word for wolf, which also had the sense of an outlaw or hunted criminal. [...it] had a good sound for the meaning, as a name for this particular brand of demonic wolf in the story."

I'm not sure if he intended the movie look, but I like it. Movie wargs look cooler than the book wargs in my head.

9. So the battle is raging, and Book Thorin possibly didn't know until later? He was waiting for his reinforcements and there is no mention that anyone called him in between. The last message was when they tried to collect the tribute, and he shot at them. (Really don't blame them for noping out.) The book even says they had forgotten him.

So he has his hero move and he comes out of the gates swinging, when everyone is flagging. He takes down many goblins and calls everyone to his side. But the goblin horde is simply too much. Bilbo is observing all of this in misery. War ain't glamorous. His hope is raised when he spots the Eagles. He screams this, renewing everyone's hopes, and is targeted by the enemy. He is knocked out.

Of note- he slipped his ring on when the goblins first arrived, and stood near Gandalf and the Elven King the whole time. Gandalf was meditating at the end, possibly to do one final bit of magic.

I don't remember how this compares to the movie scene, but I don't think he spent the entire time invisible and in relative safety.

...

This is only a small example, based on my strongest movie memories. I did not mention Good Morning or Mirkwood or Beorn or... If I did a rewatch, this would be as long as the color of the sky post. As you can tell, they are completely different stories. Not better or worse, just different. Please tag accordingly.

PS: If you want to read The Hobbit but not with your eyes, there is an amazing audio book version by Andy Serkis.

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Somewhere Only We Know (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: @the-craziestone story about Bucky x Reader, where Bucky is really obsessed with Reader - But not in a creepy way, more like he's really really in love with her and he can only see her, like she's his world Anon: can you do something with reader gifting Bucky Barnes the 3 Lord of the Rings books? They were published after WWII, and reader knows he liked The Hobbit so she thinks it's something he'd like

Words: 2943

A/N: this is pure fluff with no warning, also I changed a tiny bit the second request to fit the story - enjoy ;)

He couldn’t explain the sadness he constantly felt every time he was walking through the streets of the city he used to know by heart. A stranger in a strange land was the best way to describe him. More than seventy years had passed, and he hadn’t witnessed any changes. While he had been a puppet deprived of freewill and controlled with the sole purpose of killing, he had missed the birth of a whole new world. Now, as he strode around the streets, he could easily remember each of their names, but none of them were familiar. His mind remained in the 1940’s and in the middle of the noises, surrounded by the sound of first responders vehicles, the children running around and cars piling up on the road, he was a stranger in his own home. It was an unsettling feeling, a pining melancholy that reminded him in every step he made that his Brooklyn didn’t exist anymore.

He was furious in a way, but mostly confused. Haunted by memories he had gotten back a second ago, and they didn’t fit this new reality. He wasn’t even nostalgic, but the loneliness was getting heavier every day. He could still picture the park he used to take his sister, the alley where Steve had gotten beaten up one day, the bakery his mother used to go to every morning. Treasure of souvenirs he would keep forever. And although the park, the alley and the streets names were still here, he was left alone walking down Brooklyn.

“Hey, Y/N!” He heard a voice shouting. “Where do I put those ?”

His head mechanically turned to a young boy carrying a heavy box of what looked like antics. Without thinking he crossed the road and when his eyes laid on the small shop, he gasped. There it was, one small piece of his past still here. It was an old bookstore he used to go to with his sister. The man, a friend, an immigrant from France with a thick accent, would let them stay for hours. Bucky loved reading to Rebecca. They would sit inside and she’d insist to hear The Hobbit. François, the man owning the store, would make coffee and stay with them, relating the stories he had heard around the world, telling them all about the France he had known. It was all still here. ‘Au Nom de la Rose’ was still here.

He didn’t hesitate a second and rushed inside the place, an honest smile on his face. His eyes roamed over the room and he took a deep breath. It was just like he remembered, a place filled with murmurs and whispers floating above his head and through the roof, indistinct conversations between friends, huge windows bringing in a powerful light at this hour of the day, plants in almost every corner. Even the atmosphere was the same, this powerful smell of imagination coming from the laying books on the shelves, begging to be read, mixing with a distinct smell coming from the dust. The small couch and the old table he used to sit by with his sister were also there. The wooden pieces had many rough and sharp edges but looked just as smooth and clean as he remembered. Finally, his eyes landed on a woman there. He watched her rearranging a bouquet of daffodils, breathing in the perfume of the vibrant flowers as she tended to them meticulously.

For some reason, he couldn’t look away. She felt familiar, like he had known her all his life, yet he had never seen her before. When she turned around he took an instinctive step toward her. She noticed, raised her head and that was the moment their eyes met. His breath caught in his throat when she smiled at him. He stood, frozen on the spot, staring at her. He couldn’t comprehend that instant connection. There was an inexplicable sense of excitement yet weird feeling that they had known each other forever, that they were meeting each other again after a long journey. He was transfixed, almost stuck by the confusing mixture of emotions but oddly comforted by them - all at the same time.

“Can I help you ?” She asked him.

He surprised himself thinking there was something eerily calming about her voice, that he could listen to her for hours.

“Do I know you ?” He quickly wondered out loud, mentally facepalming himself for his lack of tact.

“Shouldn’t I be asking that question ?”

“Why ?”

“You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes” She grinned.

“I’m … I’m sorry” He apologized profusely. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Look weird ?”

He could swear his heart skipped a beat when he heard her laugh.

“This place is beautiful”

“Thank you”

“How long have you been working here ?”

“Forever” She smirked. “The store belongs to my family. Passed on from generation to generation”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“You’re related to François Y/L/N ?” He questioned.

She tilted her head, crossing her arms.

“Now I’m intrigued” She told him. “How do you know about my grandfather ?”

“We’ve met,” He answered without thinking. He rapidly realized his mistake when she narrowed her eyes in utter curiosity. “I … I didn’t mean … I mean … It was … It was a long time ago”

He gulped, hoping she wouldn’t push it. She looked him up and down, assessing him.

“What’s your name, weirdo ?” She inquired, giving him a skeptical glance.

“Bucky. M’am”

She smirked.

“Let me guess, a soldier ?”

“How … ?”

“You all have the same manners, and the same eyes”

“What do you mean ?”

She was now standing in front of him, staring at his face with the most adorable smile he had ever seen.

“You carry the same sadness and the horror you’ve seen” She replied honestly. “My father was a lot like that too”

Her answer had the effect of a punch in the gut he hadn’t been expecting. He felt naked under her gaze, a stranger with the power to see through his soul.

“I’m Y/N” She introduced herself, raising her hand to shake his.

It was rare for him to smile truthfully but the unexpected bliss slowly growing made his lips twitch before he could even acknowledge it.

“Hi, Y/N” He greeted her.

She chuckled, amused.

“Hi, Bucky” She murmured.

After that encounter, he made a point of coming back as much as he could. He stayed for hours sitting on the couch, reading the same book over and over again. They shared quick words but he didn’t dare to start up a conversation, too afraid he would say something he shouldn’t, something that would scare her away. He was content like this. There was no Winter Soldier, no war, no fight, no one else than Bucky. Being next to this girl was in itself a medication for him. It made no sense but she was so bright and radiant. Like a magnet, he was sucked into an invisible gravitational pull toward her.

By the second week of him coming into the store, she started to notice the small marks of attention. He would come so silently she wouldn’t hear a thing, bringing a fresh cup of coffee he would lay on her counter when she wasn’t looking, replacing the daffodils before they could fade, carrying the heavy boxes filled with new books. When she wasn’t working, she would grab something to read and sit next to him. They would exchange a smile but wouldn’t talk. The proximity was enough. Their presence was louder than any word. A quiet routine they were slowly creating.

By the fourth month, nothing had changed and that day was no different. Rain was pouring outside and the store was empty, except for Y/N and Bucky. Just as usual, he was reading in a corner while she was working. New stacks of books had arrived and she was methodically putting them on the shelves. Standing on a ladder, on the tip of her toes, she was so focused on the task she had failed to notice the soldier walking up to her.

“Do you need any help ?” He offered.

Surprised to hear his voice so close to her, she lost her balance and slipped. She yelped as her ankle hit one side of the ladder and automatically closed her eyes, anticipating the fall. She tried to brace herself but before her body could touch the ground she felt something cold holding her waist. Suddenly, instead of laying on the floor, she was against his hard chest, in a protective embrace. She recognized his arms around her and shivered at the odd coldness. He felt it immediately and was quick to put some distance between them, making sure his metal arm was no more on her body and only his human hand was steadying her.

“Are you alright ?” He questioned. She pursed her lips, trying not to show that she was hurt when she heard how worried he sounded.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m fine”

He looked skeptic but didn’t say anything about it.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” He apologetically told her.

He took the books scattered on the ground, putting them away, and helped her walk to the couch.

“You know, if the goal was to literally make me fall for you, I’d say you did a pretty good job there” She flirted, making him chuckle.

He sat on the table in front of her and grabbed her calve, gently laying her leg on his thigh to assess the damage. From the corner of his eyes, he could see her blushing. It made him insanely happy to know he wasn’t the only one affected by their closeness. They tried not to look at one another, too embarrassed by the situation. This was the closest they had ever been and the touch on his skin on hers was more than enough to make her heart ready to jump out of her chest. When he clasped her injured ankle, she cried and instinctively pushed him back.

“Fine, huh ?” He repeated her own words with a smirk.

She huffed and rolled her eyes.

“It’s not a big deal, Bucky” She reassured him. “I’ve got to get back to work”

“You’re not moving from this couch” He ordered.

“Is that an order, soldier ?” She ironically threw at him, crossing her arms in annoyance.

“You bet it is”

She watched him, intrigued, as he stood up and piled up some books on the table to put her ankle to rest on it.

“No moving around, got it ?” He made sure she would follow his advice.

“Aye, aye, Captain”

He chuckled

“Technically speaking, I’m not a Captain” He confessed as he continued what she had been doing earlier and started putting the books carefully on the right shelves.

“Would you have preferred Sergeant ?” She replied, bitting her lips, unsure this was the wrong moment to admit she knew who he was.

He instantly stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around to stare at her.

“What did you say ?” He asked, more scared than ever.

Up until that moment, he had avoided telling her who he was. Becoming part of the Avengers meant his identity wasn’t a secret anymore, and although he had done a terrific job staying hidden among the mass of people, it wouldn’t have taken more than a little push to find who he really was. He stood in front of her, frozen, not having a clue how to react.

“Sergeant Barnes, isn’t it ?” She sounded nervous, almost frightened to say his name out loud.

“I… “ He tried to say anything, but as the rain kept pouring outside, slowly turning into a thunderstorm, he blankly stared back.

“Would you have told me ?” She whispered.

“Eventually”

She humorlessly snorted.

“We’ve known each other for more than three months, Bucky. I see you practically every day. Be honest, eventually would’ve never come”

“It’s not like that” He tried to explain.

“I’m not mad, don’t worry” She sadly smiled. “I just wish… I guess I wish you could’ve trust me”

He rubbed his jaw in frustration and made a step toward her. Without breaking his gaze, he slowly took the glove off, revealing his metal hand. Still, he didn’t look at her, too afraid of her reaction. The cold metal had never felt so hot against his skin, a burning reminder of the stranger he had become.

“I didn’t want you to be scared,” He admitted in a broken voice.

“Of you ?” She was surprised. “Why would I be ?”

“I’m not a good man, Y/N”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that ?”

“You don’t understand…”

“The red box under the counter” She interrupted him. “Can you take it for me ? And turn the sign of the shop, we’re closed.”

He gave her a puzzled look, but did as she said anyway. He locked the front door and took the box she asked for before walking to her and putting it directly in her hands.

“Sit” She instructed him.

He didn’t dare to stay near her and chose to stay on an opposite chair.

“I found this a little after you and I met” She told him, motioning to the box. “It was in the basement, hidden under old junks my parents had kept over the years”

He let her speak, not understanding where this was going or why she was telling him about that. She slowly opened the mystery box and took a small envelope out of it. It looked old, so old the paper had turned into a deep shade of yellow.

“My grandfather wrote this” She confessed. “In 1957. It’s addressed to Bucky and Rebecca Barnes. I believe it belongs to you”

She handed him the letter that he took with shaky hands.

“How did you… ?” He started to ask.

“It was a long shot,” She explained. “The first time you were here, you said my grandfather's name like it meant something to you. Like you really knew him. When I found the box, and the envelope, I didn’t make the connection with you right away. But your name was all I needed to start my research. My parents kept pretty much everything so it didn’t took me too long to find an old photo with you and him, back in the 1930′s”

He wasn’t moving at all when she showed him a picture François had taken of them right before he was enlisted.

“I wanted to wait for the right time to tell you, I guess. I mean, you have enough ghosts as it is”

“Still not scared ?” He inquired in a humorless chuckle.

“Not one bit” She didn’t hesitate to reply.

She softly smiled and motioned for him to come closer. When he sat next to her, she moved the box from her lap to his.

“We were friends, François and I” He recalled, his eyes glued on the letter. “He was married to Eloise. This bookstore was their treasure. He kept repeating that I shouldn’t go to war when I could stay hidden under the pages of books that would take me around the world without risking my life”

She took his metal palm between her fingers when she heard his voice breaking. He almost tried to remove it but she tightly entwined their hands together.

“Maybe he was right” He muttered under his breath.

“Or maybe you and I were meant to meet almost a century later” She shrugged.

He snorted before turning around the envelope to open it. Y/N gently laid her head against his shoulder and let him read in silence. She didn’t move when she felt his body shaking with tears but only held his hand harder.

“They’re originals, from 1954 I think. He kept them for you” She told him as he slowly took what was in the red box. A set of three old books. “Why Lord of the Rings, though ?”

He laughed,sniffing, before brushing the tears off his face and staring down at the woman. At that very moment, he felt like the journey was done. His soul had stopped the search it had been on for a time that felt like forever. Like a century.

“My sister and I, we used to come here often,” He said in a melancholic grin. Sorrow was finally starting to be replace by something much better, happiness. “We would sit on this very couch and she would make me read the Hobbit. She used to love that story so much.”

“How many times has she make you read it ?” The woman smirked.

“Enough to remember every single word” He exaggerated, making her giggle. “When I told François I was leaving, he said he would send me books to help me travel away from the war, even just for a moment. I guess he kept them, hoping I would come back. Even after I was declared dead”

“Maybe deep down he knew you weren’t”

“And he planned this whole meeting with his granddaughter ?” He ironically added.

“Oh no, that was beyond him. That was fate, Barnes”

“I was meant to find you” He agreed, a deep feeling of love and utter contentment forming in his heart. He bent his head down and let all he needed to say be spoken through the kiss they shared.

“Will you read it to me ?” She playfully requested.

Overflowed with joy, he smirked and kissed her forehead before opening the old book on his lap. There it was, the only choice he needed to make. The only home he had yearn to create. Her.

#Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes imagine #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier imagines #the winter soldier imagine #falcon and the winter soldier #Winter Soldier #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier imagines #fatws #tfatws

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elles-writing · 3 years

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Dragon Sickness

Thorin x reader

Based off on 'Imagine Thorin becoming a dragon after getting gold sickness'

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one, though I'd be able to make it a whole series with how many ideas I got, but here it is as a one shot. You guessed the character, @iwenttomordor !!

I'll probably translate this fic to Czech, if I will be in a mood for it.

Taglist: @guardianofrivendell @anjhope1

Breathe in, breathe out.

All Thorin could see, was darkness. He had no idea where he was, or what happened. The only thing he knew, was that if he was still able to do something, anything, it would mean he was still fully by his senses.

He felt deep growl coming out of the back of his throat. He opened his eyes, but then blinked. There was brightness everywhere, and he had to groan again. Did Fili and Kili forgot to blow the candles, played another stupid prank on him, and he passed out? Or did he fell asleep, while telling them a bedtime story?

Thorin opened his eyes again, when he seen endless piles of gold, and that it was not cadle light, but the shine of gold inside Erebor, and that Fili and Kili were not dwarflings anymore, but adults. They went on the quest with him and joined the Company, and...

Thorin blinked. Why was he alone?

"Fili, Kili!"

He expected to hear echo of his voice, but instead, he heard only deep growl and royar. He quickly looked around, up and down.

Was Smaug still there?

Thorin carefully looked around, but he couldn't see anything, that would remind of the dragon, who entered the Mountain over sixty years ago.

He decided to carefully look around, to see if his nephews and the rest of the Company was alright, without waking up the dragon, if he was still there.

Thorin made a step, when he noticed a reflection, in a huge mirror, in thick gold frame.

It was a dragon, with dark brown, almost deep black body and wings, long and pointy tail, and icy blue eyes. The light created shadows and pools of light, dancing across the texture of the dragon's body, making it seem rough and yet somehow highly gentle, even delicate, as the fire of candles flickered with the beast's every move.

Thorin looked away, and deep royar shook the walls of Erebor.

I need to find my nephews, he thought. Panic started settling in him, as he realized Kili was mortally wounded, and Fili stayed with him.

I belong with my brother.

He also remembered you. You did got wounded, too - you broke your arm, during the escape from Mirkwood. As a human, your body was much more fragile.

Thorin felt like he was losing his mind. He didn't cared for the gold, or the Mountain, anymore.

And with another wall-shaking royar, the dark coloured, blue-eyed dragon flew up, and left the inner part of Lonely Mountain.

Bilbo looked over at Balin.

"Where-where did that dragon came from? I'm sure there was only-only Smaug before," he said in high-pitched voice, he would be embarrassed about on any other occasion. Balin sighed and looked to the direction, of where did the dragon disappeared.

"I do not know, Bilbo. Now we need to find Thorin, and make a plan what to do. We didn't counted there would be two dragons, instead of one."

As Bilbo was trying to process what happened (the hobbit seen a lot of things on the journey, but this was really something he did not count on), Thorin looked over the Laketown. He noticed the people escaping the burning ruines of their houses. Smell of burned wood, skin, hair, mixed with smell of water and something he recognized as human, dwarf, and elves, got into his nose. He felt the soft breeze, and for a second, he thought dragons perhaps aren't that bad. It was calm up there.

Thorin looked over the town, and noticed a small boat. When he realized there was the rest of the members of the Company (and Bard's children), he let out a relieved breath. He felt like a rock fell off of his heart.

As he wanted to yell out "You are alive!", so they would hear him, a powerful royar escaped him.

You looked up, as Fili nudged you.

"What is it, Fi?"

"There is another...dragon," Fili said. You frowned.

"No way, Fili, that's-" you looked up as Kili pointed towards the sky. At the same moment, a powerful royar shook your whole body. You shivered.

"W-what the-" You whispered, and clutched your injured arm.

"It's flying down!" Bofur yelled out.

"We need to get away-" Someone yelled, but it was far too late.

The dragon flew down, and it seemed like it was observing you. It let out occasional growls, along with watching you by it's huge blue eyes.

He looks like Thorin, you thought. There was the panic, that others gave you, but deep down, you were not afraid.

The creature tilted it's huge head, and it was as if it's eyes saddened. You got up and walked to the front of the boat, so you'd be closer to it. Bofur turned to you.

"I don't think that's a wise idea, lass-" The dragon let out a huff, and you softly pushed Bofur behind you.

"What are you doing here? Where did you came from?" You carefully said. The dragon growled out something, but then turned to Lonely Mountain. You guessed it probably was the direction, where did it came from.

"Are you going to...hurt us?" You whispered. The dragon shook it's head, firmly.

"Alright, um...why are you here?" The dragon's eyes gave you a little stern, but mostly relieved and flustrated look, and then they shifted to Fili and Kili.

"Thorin would be worried about them too," you though aloud, before you could stop it. The dragon huffed, and let out a groan, but his eyes seemed to light up.

"Thorin?" The dragon nodded his head. You looked back, to see if it was truth. There was no way this would be happening.

Kili was pale, as well as Fili. Tilda and Sigrid were eyeing the dragon - Thorin, and the rest of the Company seemed like they were about to faint.

Well, not really. They seemed to be just paler than usual. A lot paler.

"Thorin, you are-you are a dragon...but how?" You stared at him. He looked around, until he pointed towards simple golden necklace he gave you as a courting gift.

"Gold...D-do you mean the...the sickness?" You looked up.

Thorin simply nodded.

When you got safely to Erebor, you noticed the rest of the Company rushing towards you.

"Thank Mahal, you are alive!" Someone said.

"Did you see the dragon?" You nodded.

"Well, yeah. He's not dangerous." You replied in firm voice.

"Lassie, every dragon is dangerous," Balin said, as Oin looked over your injury again.

"This one is not, because...well, the 'dragon sickness'," you quoted,

"The dragon sickness is not really about obsession over gold. It transforms that person into a dragon, who is obsessed with gold," you said, as you looked over your shoulder. You wasn't sure where exactly Thorin was, at the moment.

"I understand, but why would you say that, lassie? We still haven't found Thorin yet," Dwalin looked at you. Before you could answer, small epcheeew made an echo in the hall, and a piece of the wall was covered with frost. You giggled.

"How did you do that?" Thorin dig his eyes into you, as if saying 'Don't ask, please,', and jumped up on your shoulder.

"Well, he found us." You muttered. Everyone stared at the dragon-Thorin in silence for a while.

As the evening approached and most of the Company went to sleep, Thorin, in his regular size, you guessed, was carefully walking on the piles of gold, and you just sat there. You sat there, because you could not sleep, and so that Thorin would not be lonely.

You watched Thorin, as he was walking around the room, in the endless river of gold.

"You know, maybe it's better you still have clear mind, Thorin," you said. Thorin turned to you and set his gaze on you, as if asked you to continue. And so, you did.

"I won't lie, I do not know how to break this...spell, or whatever it is," you said, and Thorin looked away, huffing.

"But at least you are alive, and have clear mind," He looked back at you, and his eyes seemed to soften a little. You got up.

"Well, look, if you'd like to...I got an idea," you offered. Thorin curiously looked at you.

"We could go out, neither of us can sleep anyways," Y/N said, and Thorin looked around.

"Well, you can change into the...more petite form," you said. Thorin huffed out.

I'm not a bird or a cat.

Y/N blinked. Did she just heard Thorin's voice in her head?

It was probably nothing.

"Let's get outside."

As they seated outside, on the top of the Mountain, her eyes were set on the starry sky.

Thorin's eyes slid over the starry sky, then down at Y/N. The breeze brushed her hair in a gentle, delicate motion.

He was glad he has Y/N as his One.

He suddenly felt the urge to fly, which he tried to deny, but then he flew up, and took Y/N with him.

You couldn't even scream at first, but then you felt as if you were falling down - when all of sudden, you fell on something firm, but warm.

You opened your eyes, slowly at first, but then you realized what happened.

Slowly, you looked over the edge of Thorin's dragon body, and your eyes widened.

You flew high, and though you couldn't see a lot, due to the darkness, you recognized some lights. But the real beauty started, when you looked up.

The stars seemed to be close, as if you would just reach up your arm, you would be able to touch them.

The clouds felt soft, but cold and wet. You closed your eyes, and let that feeling to go through your whole body, as Thorin flew through one of the clouds.

When you opened your eyes, you realized the clouds moved away, and so the moon was illuminating the landscape underneath you. You looked down, and watched the scenery in awe.

You had no idea how much time has passed, but honestly, you didn't cared. You felt safe with Thorin, even if he was locked up in the body of dragon.

When the sun started raising, Thorin flew down to the top of the Mountain again. You could barely keep your eyes open.

That was amazing, you thought. You felt like you heard Thorin's soft chuckle in your head.

Indeed, Amrâlime.

Y/N didn't had much time to think about it, before she fell asleep with the sounds of birds' song, lullying her and sending her to the land of dreams.

When she woken up, she realized one thing: warmth. Y/N looked around, and realized that the warmth was coming from Thorin's body, who was protectively lying around her, inside of some room. He seemed to be soundly asleep.

As she moved, a huff escaped Thorin, and Y/N quickly looked back, to see what happened.

You woke me, she heard in her head.

Sorry, I just need to go to-

Before you could finish your thought, he let you go. You felt the shivers running down your body. Well, it's a mountain. It's not like it would be exactly warm here.

When you came back, you sat down, across Thorin, and he set his eyes on you. You started thinking about what was happening.

You can hear me, you thought, and he nodded.

So I, he replied.

But neither of us could do that before, right? You furrowed your brows, and Thorin shook his head.

Is this is permanent? You thought quicker than you could stop it. Thorin's gaze coldened and hardened, and you could feel the confusion, disgust, hurt and sadness.

I'm sorry Thorin, I-

Keep your words.

No, Thorin, listen to me, I'm sorry, it's just- You quickly jumped up, but he was on his way out.

Who from dwarves would want their king to be a dragon? He snapped. At this point, you runned behind him, trying to stop him from flying away.

"THORIN NO, COME BACK-" you yelled out, but it was far too late. Thorin was quickly disappearing on the horizone, and you cried out.

The dragons in Middle-Earth never had a good reputation. You knew someone would try to hurt him, or kill him, eventually.

You sank down on your knees, and started sobbing.

You felt his pain as your own, and he felt yours.

Who from the dwarves would want their king to be a dragon? Thorin thought, as he flew up on the sky. He knew he was right. He felt shame. He was a Durin. But now, he was a dragon, one of the creatures he hated.

You are not the dragon, Thorin. You are good. You are still Thorin we all know.

He let out a royar. He was in this body of a dragon, and he hated every second of it, and he hated himself.

You looked over the tent, and sipped on your tea. It felt wrong and weird, but you didn't exactly complained either.

Thranduil and Bard discussed something, and you wished Thorin would be there with you.

They aren't that bad, Thorin. Nothing.

You told me that Erebor is going to be pulsing with life, again. I know you hate the body you are locked in right now, but we will find a way to turn you into dwarf form again, Thorin. Please, return here.

No answer. Just silence.

You sighed. You felt Thorin was alive - you just knew, so you were not so worried, but still. Bilbo placed his hand on your shoulder.

"He will come back, I'm sure of it. You know Thorin," he muttered, and you nodded. Thorin was really stubborn, even for a dwarf, and once he thought of something, there was almost no chance in convincing him otherwise.

The rest of Company woke up as they heard your screaming. They found you, and took inside of the Mountain, to give you blankets and tea. Then Bilbo came, that Gandalf was there, to warn you about another dragon. You talked for a while, and eventually, you told him what happened to Thorin, and you needed a medication, but he flew away, and since then, he didn't came back.

Bard and Thranduil weren't really fond of Thorin, but because it was you, who was Thorin's One (and Thorin was the rightful king of Erebor, though Thranduil, especially, didn't liked that idea much), they decided to help to you find a way to heal Thorin's sickness.

"I think Smaug got mad, and the sickness consumed him entirely. Thorin actually had clear mind, it's just...his body changed," you muttered. Even Radagast was there.

"Well, maybe...maybe it's not really a sickness," someone piped up. You looked around.

Who said that? You thought.

"Maybe-maybe it's just a spell!" Radagast said and looked excitely around.

"You have a bond between you two," Radagast told you, and you nodded.

"Are you suggesting, that the spell could be broken by...something?" Bilbo looked around for someone to help him finish up his question.

"Well, Thorin is not answering me, but he is alive, somewhere. I think he maybe...he thinks the dwarves wouldn't accept their king, even if he is in the body of a dragon," you said.

"Orcs! Orcs are everywhere!" Elvish soldier runned inside the tent.

"How many?" Thranduil's gaze hardened.

"A lot of them, I've never seen more in my whole life," The soldier answered.

"Azog," you whispered. You realized what that could mean - Azog came here for Thorin.

"We all need to fight together, there is no point nor time for arguing," Gandalf said, and you got up.

"No, you will stay here, lassie. If he finds out Thorin is not there, you will be right next," Bard said. You frowned.

"I won't run from a fight." You gazed at him, but he was out already, along with most of others, to prepare for the battle.

I won't risk anyone I love to be killed, you thought, and went to find some armour.

Thorin felt all those emotions going on - worry, fear, anger, loyalty, and more worry. Something in him was pushing him, to come back, to go back to you. He felt the danger, and that convinced him, without any other thoughts, he needs to protect you, and his kin.

Durin's folk does not flee from fight.

When he heard the sounds of a battle, he tried to find you. He couldn't hear your thoughts anymore - nor fell the feelings you felt. Only soft waves of emotions.

Is this the end of you, or him, when he could not hear your thoughts anymore?

He hoped not.

It didn't took long, when something inside him made him to look into one place. He noticed Azog, and someone he realized was you, though he had no idea how did he knew that.

He flew lower, and lower, until the only thing he heard was the blood in his ears, the royar he let out, and the royar of his biggest enemy.

Thorin fell to the ground on all fours. It felt as if the battle stopped. As if the time stopped, whe whole world paused. He looked up at you, kneeling down and covering your head.

You looked up, as you heard the royar. Thorin! You thought. You felt relief he was okay, and alive.

"Don't shoot!" You heard Thranduil to yell out to his soldiers when they spot Thorin, and you felt thankful to the Elven King.

Azog thought you were Thorin, until the helmet fell down, and disgusting smirk made it's way over his face. You losed strength, you were tired, and wounded - he managed to make you some cuts, over your shoulders and cheek, and you guessed one your arm was not fully okay. He prepared to kill you, but the royar was coming closer, along with the huge shadow. You covered your head and ears and fell on your knees, to protect your body.

The royar Azog let out shook you, but when you heard the silence after, you felt relieved.

The huff close to you made you feel lot safer. You looked up, and you knew your face light up.

"Thorin," you whispered and cried out. You stood up and hugged him.

"Don't go away like this, ever," you whispered, as tears rolled down your cheeks. Then, you felt some movement, but the warmth was still the same, and you thought Thorin was just moving around.

"I won't ever leave your side again, I promise, my One," His smooth voice made way to your ear, and then, you felt his lips pressed against yours. You ran your hands across his back, and felt the tunic he had on, just as he changed into the dragon form.

He rested one of his palms on your cheek, and when you parted, he rested his forehead against yours, while gazing deeply into your eyes by his deep blue orbs.

"Thank you for coming back," you whispered.

"I would never let anyone hurt you," he muttered, and pulled you back for another kiss, as the soft snowflakes danced in your hair, with the breeze.

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midearthwritings · 3 years

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Be Mine

A flower, for he must know your heart belongs to him.

Words Count : 2,138

Pairing : Dwalin x Hobbit!Reader

Warning : None

Author's Note : A little Valentine's day special because I'm soft for Dwalin and hobbit reader. Sorry not sorry (at all).

And because I'm feeling extra nice, here is an article that will tell you all about Valentine's Day's origins, back to its pagan roots.

Cradled in your hands, the fragile flower was lying comfortably, waiting for you to finally make your move. Its red petals were big and bright, free of any damage the weather or wild animals could have caused. They were staring back at you, reassuringly. You could almost hear them whisper soothing words. Carefully, you brought it to your face and inhaled the lovely smell, black pistils tickling your nose. It wasn't as beautiful as the ones you grew, back home. And if you had been in the Shire, you would have gathered a big bouquet. But you were not in the Shire, you were on the road, probably walking to your ultimate death. And there wasn't any garden, only wilderness. So this single wild tulip would have to do.

Before, this day had meant nothing. It had been an excuse for those who where merely interested in you to gift you with bouquets. And each time, they had been met with rejection. Until now, the only love you had ever felt had been for your friends and your garden. Back in the comfort of your Hobbit hole, only the Sun rising each morning had been able to make your heartbeat quicken.

Now, it was different. The feelings had taken you by surprise, and for long you had refused to acknowledge them. But when you were traveling with the one your heart so desired, and had to see him at every moment given, it was hard to stay in denial.

The flower was still there, reminder that you were to gift it to him.

But how?

You turned around, looking at him from your spot. Even doing something as simple as packing his belongings, he looked so very intimidating. Centuries separated the two of you. He had seen war, disasters. He knew of sorrow and death. As for you, well, a piece of pottery you really liked fell to the floor, once, it had made you sad. Compared to him, you were just a simple Hobbit from the Shire that everybody would forget about after they passed.

You sighed and your eyes dropped back on the tulip. Gently, you brushed the pad of your thumb against a petal. It was soft under your touch. Like an infant's skin.

"What is it that ye have there?"

Startled, you jumped—quite harshly—, sending the flower to the ground. With an annoyed squeal, you picked it up and blew on it a little to get rid of any dust or dirt that had found its place on the poor vegetal. You stood up, facing the dwarf.

From afar, he had been intimidating, but here, right in front of you it was worse. His tall frame, taller than the others, swallowed you up whole. His insistent gaze was piercing right through your soul and you felt your blood rushing to your face.

Perhaps, now was your only chance. The company would have to depart soon and you wouldn't stop until night. The pounding in your chest was echoing in your entire body.

With one last glance at the delicate little thing, you held your hands out to him.

"It is, ah, it is a flower." You stuttered, looking anywhere but at him. " It is a flower for, for you."

Maybe you had spoken louder than you intended to, because you were surrounded with silence. To make it even worse, you knew all eyes were on you, as if you were some sort of strange creature no one had ever seen before. Actually, you were, given the fact that most of them had never met a Hobbit before. But that was not the point now, was it?

Brush of rough fingers against yours made you look back up and you watched, embarrassed, as the soldier took the flower away from your grip. His eyes were glued to the tiny looking plant in his hand, and his eyebrow rose up slowly.

"A flower?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours again. "For me?"

Another shy squeal escaped your lips, and you nodded rapidly.

"What d'ye want me to do with it?"

The words were like a punch right in the stomach. It had taken you time to pick the prettiest out of the lot. You had chosen it with care and love. Did he not like it? If the feelings were not returned, why would he take it? To publicly humiliate you, or something like that?

Defeated, your shrugged your shoulders and brought your hand to your lips. A bad habit of yours when you were feeling down, and today was no exception. You began to chew on your thumb before having your hand batted away.

"Don't do that. Ye'll make yerself bleed."

You muttered a quiet apology. Dwalin shook his head and placed the flower in one of his pockets, on his chest. He patted the place and you frowned. Now this was unusual. In the Shire, if one didn't return another's feeling, they wouldn't take the gift. They would politely reject the offer and move on. And hadn't the dwarf just rejected you?

"Pack yer things, Halfling, we're leavin soon."

And with that, he walked away, leaving you alone and confused.

That day, the weather was on the company's good side. The Sun was clement, so was the wind. You were walking in the front, alongside of Thorin's nephews, unaware that you were being watched. You hadn't been the only one left tormented with the events of the morning. All the way in the back of the line, Dwalin was lost in his thoughts, the flower still secured in his pocket. His mind was filled with questions, such as why you would gift him with a thing as useless as this one. At the broken look on your face when he had asked, he hadn't been able to find the strength to refuse. And so, the soldier was now traveling with a flower stuck in his clothing.

Carefully, he approached the only one who he thought would be able to help him out.

"Burglar."

The same way you had this morning, Bilbo jumped, startled by Dwalin's deep voice. His hand found its way up to his chest, resting in the place of his heart.

"Master Dwalin, you have to stop creeping behind people like that. One of this days, someone's heart will stop beating."

Sensitive Hobbits. So easily scared. The dwarf was still wondering why the wizard had brought the both of you along. A poor excuse of a burglar and you. But he was in no place to question the decision. And so, he got along with it.

Carefully, to avoid damaging it, he grabbed the flower and showed it to the Hobbit. The latter frowned and held his hands up.

"Ah..." He began, his cheeks reddening. "I am very flattered but, ah well, how to say that? The feeling is not returned."

The burglar's nonsense made Dwalin shake his head. It was terrifying the quantity of absurdities Hobbits mouths could produce.

"What are ye sayin burglar? Yer little friend up there..." He explained, pointing at you. "Yer little friend up there gave me this. Why?"

Bilbo's eyes followed the direction of the Dwarf's fingers and his eyes met yours. He watched as you quickly looked away. A smile grew on his lips, illuminating his face. Now, this was very interesting. A merry event, indeed. A strange choice, he thought. But well, it was not his place to say anything. In all those years of friendship, he had had to watch you refuse gift after gift, bouquets after bouquets. Love wasn't made for you, you only loved your friends. Or so you had said. He snickered, rather loudly.

His face radiating with a joy that made the dwarf uncomfortable, he explained :

"Well, Master Dwalin, it is a tulip. Oh, those we grow in the Shire are so much prettier. But I find this one to be very beautiful, very well chosen. I must say a bouquet of this specie would look very lovely and I would-"

"Will ye tell me why or not?"

Bilbo nodded at the soldier's interruption of his rambling.

"Once a year, Hobbits give flowers to those dear to them. It is a day to honour the ones we have wed, or confess our feelings. And tulips, Master Dwalin, in the language of flowers, mean the first confession of love."

Intriguing creatures. But not an unexpected gesture, coming from them. Dwalin looked down at the small plant. It didn't look the same. It was softer, like you. Its scent reached the Dwarf's nose. He hadn't been there for long but he could remember the essence that had floated in your home. And it smelled like it, like your home. It reminded him of you in every way, no matter which angle he looked at it. Now, he could see.

"I need yer help some more, burglar."

The night wasn't particularly scary to you. It was something peaceful, even. And night was often the time of grand parties amongst Hobbits. Yet, far from everything you knew, it wasn't comforting either. Silently, you sat on your bedroll, far from the fire.

You sighed. Sometimes, you felt very lonely. You missed your friends dearly. Oh yes, you were happy that Bilbo was there with you. It made things a bit easier to go through. But it was not the same.

The tulip was still haunting your thoughts. Bright, beautiful and proud, living its best life in your beloved's garment. It had been mocking you all day long, the vivid color reminding you of the answer you were not given. Or rather the upsetting one he had served you. Childishly, you kicked at the ground and crossed your arms on your chest. It was unfair.

You froze, when a big hand was laid on top of your head.

"Ye seem mad, Halfling."

At the familiar voice, you relaxed. Although there was still tension in your shoulders. It seemed Fate wasn't done with you and wanted to torture you a little more.

You shook your head, chasing the hand away.

"That, I am not. Anger makes you stupid, and stupid gets you killed."

His laughter, loud and deep, pulled a little smile out of you. You stayed still as he sat down to your side.

"This is very well said. Yer startin to think like a real warrior."

At his compliment, your heart swell, and your body threatened to burst out with pride. In the corner of your eye, you could see the red glint of the petals, and the feeling died down. You wanted to rip it out of here, throw it on the ground and step on it the same way it had stepped on your love. But at the same time, you wished it would live timelessly for the dwarf to keep and cherish.

You sighed, for the hundredth time, when a folded piece of fabric came into your sight, making you flinch a little. Curious, you inspected it. It was simple, and you were certain it had been ripped from a clothing. The bumps told you there was something inside.

You looked up at your friend.

"What is it?"

"Take it. For ye." He replied, pushing it closer to you.

Hesitantly, you obeyed. With a swift of his hand, he ordered you to take a look inside.

Slowly, you unfolded it, revealing what it contained. The small branche decorated with dozens of tiny purple flowers caught your eyes first. It was radiant, and you couldn't believe he had managed to find some in the little time that had been given to him. You smiled, bringing it up to your face to inhale the sweet perfume.

Putting it back down, you noticed there was something else. A tiny piece of steel with a hole in it. It was engraved, the patterns really clear and neatly made.

"Yer burglar friend said Hobbits court each others with flowers." He explained, pointing at the plant. "Us, dwarves, we court with clasps we braid into our partner's hair."

Your head shot up. There was no hint of mockery on his face. You had offered him your heart, and he was now offering you his.

"Master Dwalin I-"

"Now, will ye deny me?"

You shook your head. That, you would not do. For sure. If it was no jokes, and it didn't look like one, you would not be as foolish as to deny a thing you had hoped for.

Delicately, you picked the small piece of hair ornament and handed it to your soldier, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

"Will you braid my hair, then?"

And so he did, working his strong fingers through your mane gently, while you cradled his other gift close to your heart.

Lilac, for the first feeling of love.

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fandomficsnstuff · 3 years

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In Just A Second - 1

Legolas x Witch!Reader

(Warnings: None I think, for now it follows the story pretty straight, no real fighting yet, but this will be a new series!:D Don't worry I'm working on the other ones tooXD)

You sat patiently between Frodo and Gandalf, currently conversing with Frodo, reassuring him that after this meeting, he’d go home again, see the green hills of the Shire again, “you could come too, you know, I think you’d really like it” you smiled at his sweet offer “tell you what, I’ll escort you back to The Shire after this, then you can show me all the comforts of your home” Frodo gave a sweet but nervous smile, you could sense how scared he was, and you didn’t say it, but you could sense that he already, unfortunately, had a tie to the ring, if he had put it on, you knew not.

You were one of the only ones to remain seated while everyone else argued, and when you finally noticed Frodo getting up, it was too late, your eyes widening at his words “I will take the Ring to Mordor! Although I do not know the way…” you sighed and got up, kneeling down in front of him, placing your hands on his shoulders as you faced him “my dear Frodo, you will not go on this quest alone, I promise you that” he gave you a weak smile, and you got up, keeping a reassuring hand on his shoulder as others joined in, letting out a small chuckle as the Hobbits stumbled forward and declared that they were now also coming along, something that greatly amused you and warmed your heart.

You, however, caught the eyes of a red haired man, Boromir, who sneered at you “she’s not coming along as well, is she?” you frowned “and why wouldn’t I? I may not have known Frodo long, but I already consider him a friend, a friend who I wish to help in any way possible” Boromir scoffed at your answer, and you could see Gandalf debating if he should speak up or not, but you choose to instead, letting go of your gentle grip of Frodo’s shoulder to step closer to the man “I am an immortal Istari witch, apprentice of Gandalf the Gray, Mithrandir, so yes, I am coming along” you turned around, going back to Frodo’s side and giving him a warm smile, unaware of the familiar blue eyes watching you closely, eyes you had seen sixty years ago nonetheless.

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You were walking besides Merry and Pippin, laughing about their stories from the Shire, hearing of their pranks and small adventures. You felt eyes on you, but assumed it was Boromir glaring at you, unhappy with the fact that you were a woman, so you ignored it. “You’re staring, my friend” Legolas looked to Aragorn, the tip of his elven ears turning slightly pink as he looked to the ground as he walked “last I saw her, I remember thinking she was the most beautiful creature, a part of me thought I had died, or hit my head, that she wasn’t real” Aragorn smirked at Legolas, chuckling lightly “and now?” Legolas dared to look at you again before looking down “even more so” Aragorn smirked, letting out another tiny chuckle before leaving it at that, for now.

“My Lady, if I may,” you turned and saw Gimli, giving him a warm smile as you fell in his step, leaving Mary and Pippin, much to their dismay. “Yes, Gimli?” Gimli looked like he was struggling to say something, like he debated if he should say something or not, but finally settled on doing so “why are you on this quest, My Lady? It’s dangerous for a woman, perhaps-”

“Master Dwarf, I appreciate your concern, but I am quite capable of defending myself and my friends, Gandalf raised me, taught me all he knows and more, thank you for your worry, but I will be alright” you gave him another kind smile before speeding up, catching up with Mary and Pippin, who were overjoyed that you were back and willing to listen to their various pranks. As you were laughing at something Pippin said you looked behind you and caught the gaze of Legolas, your grin fading into a kind and warm small smile, Legolas forcing one in return, but it didn’t seem right, like he didn’t want to smile at you, so instead you looked ahead and continued talking with Merry and Pippin.

You sighed as you sat on a stone, closing your eyes, relaxing at your new camp, it wasn’t until you felt a presence near you that opened them, looking up and seeing none other than the blonde elf himself, you smiled at him “Prince Legolas, how long has it been?” he sat down beside you on the stone, looking over the landscape with a relaxed expression “sixty years, My Lady” you hummed low, nodding ever so slightly, not exactly knowing what else to say. “Seems like such a long time ago to me, ages. We were against each other last time” Legolas stated and you nodded in acknowledgement “yes, until Azog turned up. And I thought Elves just see time fly by, a lifetime gone in a second? And now, we are on the same side. I do hope you do not harbor any ill will against me?” Legolas looked at you confused “no, why would I? You saved my life, and perhaps, but for some reason, it felt like a lifetime to me” you shrugged “for some, that is not enough, but if it’s any comfort, it felt like a lifetime to me too” you simply said, Legolas giving you a gentle smile as you looked back over the landscape, he took the time to study you, taking in all of your beautiful features, everything from your (Y/S/C) skin to your (Y/H/C) hair and (Y/E/C) eyes, the shape of your nose, how your lips looked from this angle, you were more stunning than he remembered. “You are staring, Prince Legolas” you turned and saw a very embarrassed Legolas, mouth opening and closing in an attempt to form words, an attempt that did not succeed, which made you chuckle “do not worry, Legolas, as long as it has no harmful intent, I do not mind someone like you watching me” your words made his face turn bright red, as well as the tips of your own ears.

You and Legolas sat for a while, sometimes in silence, sometimes just talking, you enjoyed it, you enjoyed his presence, the company, even the small glances he gave you every now and then. It took all of your willpower to not glance at him back, you wanted to, that was not the problem, the problem was that last time you met him, he was a tad too arrogant, he was more cold, and, as you had heard and witnessed, he had eyes for a beautiful Ellith, named Tauriel, and you knew that Elves only loved once in their long, long lives, so you saw no point in giving in to your own desires. Too lost in thought, you barely heard Gandalf yell at you to take cover, it was only when Legolas practically tackled you and rolled under a bush with you that you were brought back to reality, your heart beating at an incredible speed as you watched Saruman’s spies through the branches on the bush, Legolas laying behind you with yours and his own weapons, you could feel his breath on the back of your neck, and you did everything to not let your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling him behind you brought a certain warmth to places where it shouldn’t go, at least in your opinion.

You frowned as you crawled out from your hiding spot, turning to see Gandalf with a concerned look, but all it took was one nod from your side and he relaxed, or well, at least when it came to your well being. You turned to Legolas and sighed “thank you, Legolas” he nodded “returning the favour?” you laughed lightly, taking your weapons from him as he gave them to you, strapping them on “you have nothing to repay, my friend” you smiled at him before joining Gandalf, ensuring that the Hobbits were okay. Aragorn approached Legolas, smiling “my friend, well done, saving her from being spotted by those spies” Aragorn put his hand playfully on Legolas’ shoulder, seeing him scoff, half annoyed and half amused at Aragorn’s discreet teasing.

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You were helping Merry and Pippin fighting through the snow, your eyes occasionally flickering to Legolas, who simply walked on top of the snow, unbothered by the cold, “damn Elf, their light feet, damn them” you mumbled as you helped Merry go forward as he got a bit stuck, “damn him and his light Elvish feet, could certainly borrow them right about now” you mumbled on, cringing as you felt another wind blow against you, seeping into your bones, but that wasn’t what made you shiver, what made you shiver was the foul, maddening voice in the air, a voice you recognized, having met Saruman. “Gandalf!” you screamed as ice fell on top of you, rocks tumbling towards you as lighting struck the mountain, seeing the grey, or well, now white, figure being buried in snow shortly before you. Once you managed to claw your way up, helping Merry and Pippin too, you scanned the area as much as possible, seeing his hat pop back up, letting out a sigh of relief at the sight. “We cannot stay here, let us make for the pass of Rohan!” Borormir shouted through the snow storm “no! It will take us too close to Isengard!” you shouted back, watching Gandalf dig his way through the snow to fight Saruman’s chanting. You quickly fought your way up over the snow as well, hearing Gandalf already chanting, and once you made it somewhat out of the snow you began as well, your eyes turning bright white, almost shining, as you chanted, but it wasn’t enough, neither you nor Gandalf was at your best, you were cold, tired, hungry and worn out, while Saruman was probably warm, well rested, full and awake.

Eventually, you made your way for the mines of Moria, a place you knew Gandalf disliked greatly, though you had never been there yourself. You grimaced as you looked over the dark pond, it seemed almost black, tar like in nature, but it was just water. You flinched as you felt a hand on your elbow, turning and seeing Legolas, giving him a warm smile “sorry, the cold is still in my bones, I’m afraid, makes me more on edge” Legolas gave a quick nod in understanding. You kept hearing Gandalf try different passwords, eventually growing tired and sitting down to think it over, “how is uh… Tauriel…?” you cleared your throat and asked, your eyes on the pebbles under your feet instead of the elf next to you “Tauriel? She’s… good, last I heard, Captain of the Guard now, I believe” you hummed in acknowledgement “let’s hope this quest isn’t too long, you can then go back to her all the quicker” you offered him a genuine smile, but were only met with confusion “why would I go back to her?” you shrugged and looked down again, biting your lower lip nervously “I-I… your father said you… and I just assumed that-... I know Elves only love once in their entire life, so I just-... I can’t begin to imagine the grief she must feel, being away from you, as you must feel now, being away from her” you finally met his eyes, but all you saw were a frown and more confusion “Tauriel and I-”

“It’s a riddle!” you turned to see Frodo, walking over to him “speak ‘friend’, and enter! Gandalf, what’s the Elvish word for ‘friend’?” he turned to Gandalf, who looked to him “‘Mellon’” the doors opened and you chuckled amazed, looking down at Frodo “well done, Master Baggins, what a clever mind you have!” you leaned down and pecked his cheek before moving to go inside, ahead of Frodo, though you turned around hearing a scream, seeing Frodo being lifted up by a monster, your eyes widening as you got out your weapons “FRODO!” you instantly ran into the water, hacking at the beast to get it to release the Hobbit, with the help of the Fellowship it eventually dropped him, and you were one of the first to practically carry him out of the water, running towards the mine, only to be trapped in it.

You cringed as the light from Gandalf’s staff blinded you, but only for a second, you, with the help of the new light, got out a tiny firebug-like thing, it was about the size of your palm, it was shaped like a firebug but was made from some form of crystal, like the stone in Gandalf’s staff, though all you had to do was gently blow on it and it lit up, it’s wings began to flap and it lifted itself into the air, just like a firebug, staying in the air above your head. Gandalf smiled at you and you smiled back, he was the one who taught you the trick, you just managed to choose to add the trick to make it fly too, instead of just lighting up. You turned and saw the Hobbits staring at it in awe, it had a slightly different gleam to it, Gandalf’s was pure white with nothing else, yours was more warm, like a candle, but still held the same white light, you giggled at their reaction, ruffling Frodo’s hair gently, making him smile awkwardly.

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You were cleaning your weapons while Gandalf was thinking which tunnel to take, but you felt a presence next to you, one you recognized, so you simply smiled while focusing on your weapons, knowing who it was “Legolas, sit” you offered, not taking your attention away from your weapons, hearing him sit beside you “(Y/N)... I-... Tauriel and I are not together in any way” you frowned and looked at him, your cheeks burning with embarrassment “I-I’’m sorry I-... I just assumed, given-... I’m sorry, forgive me” your gaze went back to your weapons, desperately trying to forget everything right now, “I thought I loved her, for a long time, but… I now realize that I loved the idea of her, not her. She’s a great warrior, a great friend, but I do not love her, nor have I ever.”

You frowned even more at his words, still not looking at him out of embarrassment “I see, please, forgive me for assuming so earlier I-” you heard Legolas scoff lightly, cutting you off “there is nothing to forgive, you didn’t insult me” at his words you nodded and finally met his gaze, seeing nothing but warmth and understanding in his eyes, which made a small smile form on your lips, you were, however, cut off by Gandalf realizing which way to go, talking about following his nose, which made you giggle, you remembered him saying something like that to you once. You gave Legolas a warm smile as you got up, your little firebug still hovering over your shoulder as you sheathed your weapons and followed Gandalf.

Your eyes widened as you saw the vastness of the mines of Moria, how high up to the ceiling there were, the columns, the design, everything amazed you “Valar…” you mumbled, going over to a pillar and letting your hand fall over the curves and designs, a small amazed smile on your lips, though it was cut short hearing Gimli yell and run into a chamber, and as you followed your eyes widened at the grave in front of you, the one Gimli was sobbing in front of. As Gandalf read the words on it aloud, your eyes watered, you had traveled with the Company of Thorin Oakenshield for a long time, you were there when Gandalf met with Thorin at the Prancing Pony and gave him the key to the secret door. You traveled with Bilbo, you followed them out of Rivendell, you fought your way out of Goblin Town, you were there in lake town, you remember drinking and having fun before leaving the next morning for the mountain, you remember how sick Kili looked but that he reassured you that he would join you soon, urging you on, urging you to see the halls of Erebor. You traveled up the secret staircase, you volunteered to go into the mountain with Bilbo, though he declined, going in alone, you helped fight Smaug, you were there with Balin when Thorin had Dragon Sickness, comforting him, and now, here he lay, in a tomb.

You gently let your hand touch the grave, unaware of Gimli staring at you confused, tears spilling from his own eyes, watching you cry over someone he didn’t know you knew. “I said we’d meet again but-... not in this way, my friend, not in this way…” you wiped your eyes, letting your hand rest over the words on his tomb for a little longer before drawing your hand away, turning to see Gimli stare at you confused, you cleared your throat before sighing “I uh… I was with the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, I-... I grew close with Balin on that quest” Gimli’s eyes grew even larger “you’re… my father, Gloin… he told me of a sorceress that helped take back Erebor, told me stories when I grew up” you smiled sadly “I am pleased to hear I made an impression on the rest of the company” you smiled sadly at Gimli, receiving one in return, but it was cut short as you heard a loud noise of something falling, turning to see Pippin with a shocked and embarrassed look on his face, cringing as the rest of a dead body, and a bucket, fell down the well, your eyes widening as you waited for any other sound, hearing Gandalf scold Pippin, but nothing else, you almost breathed a sigh of relief when you heard it, drums in the deep, thunder in the dark, they were coming.

#Legolas Greenleaf #Legolas #Legolas x Reader #LOTR #Lord Of The Rings FanFic #LOTR FanFic

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hard-to-be-the-bard · 3 years

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Fili x Human!Reader

Man I am problematically obsessed with this man

Angst with happy ending (but will the ending be in this part. maybe not) , might make this a series

Ok imma make a part 2

You’d been travelling with the company from the start. Gandalf had shown up on your doorstop, thirteen dwarves behind him, along with the hobbit Bilbo.

He’d practically shown himself in, giving you a smile before entering, then the dwarves came bumbling along after. It was only Bilbo who gave you an apologetic smile

“If it makes any difference, they did the same to me, bombarded me, that is, may I come in?” He asks, and you smile, allowing him to enter, and he nods his head at you.

It was long after that your pantry was completely emptied. And Gandalf sat, introducing you to the rest of the company, as you say under Thorin’s gaze, and after him making several comments on how they needn’t bring a woman along with the company, Gandalf had made your case for you.

After all the years you’d spent on middle earth, you’d managed to become quite proficient in swordsmanship. As well as that, in scouting, Gandalf thought you’d be the perfect accompaniment in finding the Arkenstone.

And even after Thorin’s grumbling, he’d finally accepted it, offering a nod in your direction as you’d signed the contract.

The dwarves had stayed the night, spread out across the floor, and in the morning you were on the road together.

That was several months ago, and now sitting beside the campfire you listened as Balin talk.

You’d been learning about dwarf culture from the moment you’d joined, interested in their history, and he’d been more than happy to sit and talk to you at night, around the campfire.

And he was talking of courting rituals tonight.

“Now lass, dwarf courting may seem to be the most complicated, but you must know it is the most sincere” He tells you, and you nod more to yourself than him.

You already knew how lacking dwarf females were, so when a dwarf had found their One, it was undeniable how much care and attention went into the relationship.

He was currently discussing the importance of braiding, and every so often you felt your gaze turn to Fili, who was sitting on the other side of the fire, laughing to something Kili was telling him.

It was no surprise to yourself that you had feeling for him, the two of you spoke frequently, and you’d even joined in with some of Kili’s antics throughout the journey.

“Can dwarves court other race?” You suddenly questioned, your voice almost a whisper, and Balin’s head turned quickly, before he followed your gaze to where Fili sat.

“Ah-” He says, almost knowingly, looking down at you

“There-” He almost hesitates as you look up at him

“There has never been a history of a dwarf courting a human, no lass” He says, still watching you, and he notices your expression fall

“That’s not to say it couldn’t happen” He says, and he speaks again

“But lass, a dwarf’s experience of love is much different to a human, when we find our One, that’s it, there’s no one else for us, which is why the courting is so long” He says

“That makes sense I guess” You say, pulling your knees up and resting your chin on them

“There’s no harm in trying” Balin says quietly, and you turn to look at him again.

“I wouldn’t know where to start” You say, and he shifts on his position to sit next to you on the floor

“Start with a gift, a courting offer, we’re passing a town soon, I’m sure you could find something” He says, and you turn to smile at him

“Thank you Balin, truly” You say, and he nods

“I know you care for him, the way you look at him tells me as much, but I can only wish you the best lass” He says, and you nod again, before you see Thorin walk over, to inform you it’s just turn on watch.

You stand placing a hand on Balin’s shoulder, thanking him once more, before you, to take your place on watch.

You’d sat and thought about what you’d get him, and then it hit you, the dwarf always seemed to carry daggers on him.

You could get a blacksmith to make him a dagger.

And so you did, when you’d arrived in town, telling the dwarves you had some things to do, and Balin gave you a knowing look as you headed off to the nearest blacksmith.

It had cost you nearly all of your savings, and the blade was completely unique, engraved too.

And as you carried it back to where the other were you asked if you could speak to Balin in private.

The older dwarf had followed you and you place the dagger on the table.

“Is this?” You asked, and he smiled at you

“Lass, this would be a fine courting gift for any dwarf” He says, and you let out a sigh of relief.

Once you’d returned to the group, you’d received a strange look from Thorin, who’s glance went down to the now wrapped blade you’d bought.

His expression changed and he took you by the arm, leading you to a corner.

“Is that what I think it is?” He asked, and you hesitated, and he noticed.

“You know what it would mean if he accepted yes?” He questioned, and you realised he knew

“I- Yes, Balin told me” You said quietly, and he nodded.

“I wish you the best” He said, and you smiled

“Thank you, that means a lot”

It was evening now, and you wiped the palm of your hands on your clothes, nervous.

Fili was nearby, with Kili, and you were thinking of the best way to get him alone when Thorin spoke up

“Fili, I need you and Y/N to do a scout, make sure the woods are clear” He says, and you turn to look at him surprised as he nods at you, and Fili stands, offering you a small smile, before you follow him down the path.

“When you’re far enough from the others, you come to a stop.

“Fili-” You speak, and he turns, frowning thinking you’d heard something

“Is there something wron-” He stops when you pull out the leather wrapped dagger.

“Y/N-” He started, but you interrupted him

“Please let me speak. Look, I know we’ve known each other for a short time but- I was hoping you’d accept this” You said, as you placed it in his hands.

He looked hesitant as he unwrapped it, and froze when he saw the dagger.

You knew he knew what it was.

You were hopeful, waiting for him to say something, and your heart was pounding in you chest.

It was when he pushed it back into your hands you stopped breathing.

“Y/N- I can’t accept this, I’m sorry” He says, head low, looking at the floor.

You can’t speak and you open your mouth to say something, but he apologises again and turns, walking away from you in the direction of camp.

You stand there, praying that the world would swallow you into the ground, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes

“Fuck-” You whispered as you began to cry, leaning against a tree and slumping onto the ground, the dagger now thrown at the floor beside you

He’d be back at camp now.

And they’d know. They’d all know what had happened.

You tucked your head into your knees. It was a stupid idea to begin with.

A dwarf and a human. Balin had said it himself, no dwarf had courted a human, and here you were, proof of that.

#Fili #Fili x Reader #The hobbit x reader #the hobbit #the company #The company x reader #Fili x Reader angst #Fili x Y/N #fili x you #fili headcanons #fili imagines #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit headcanons

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rainydaymiddleearthimagines · 3 years

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Hi! Can a request an aragorn x reader one where everyone of the fellowship knows he loves her and she just doesn't realise? Fluff and maybe a kiss in the end? Thank you

Aragorn was by no means stupid. He was quite intelligent really. However, the second you entered the picture the man became a complete moron. He’d trip over his own feet, he’d walk smack into wall, half of the time he couldn’t carry a full conversation with you because he’d literally forget how to speak. Everyone could see it. Everyone but you apparently. Aragorn was in love. He had known you for a number of years, seeing you as the occasional hunting partner seeing as you worked for Barliman in the Prancing Pony.

Aragorn first saw you walking in with a dead deer strapped to your back and actually thought you to be a man at first before you removed your hood. Then he saw your face. Your e/c eyes met his and it was game over. The man spoke with you and discovered that you originally hailed from Rohan but moved after a sickness swept over the land. Aragorn found out quite a bit actually. You were a hunter who frequently supplied food to the inn, you played the lute (very well) and you loved to be around the bar. But more importantly, you loved adventure. According to you, without adventure, many a song would not exist, which by all rites was true. You had a bit of a adventurous soul that constantly wanted to run through fields, so when Aragorn went on a task to help a group of hobbits leave to Rivendell, you naturally decided to leave with them.

Even Merry and Pippin could see the love in Aragorn’s eyes when he looked at you. It was hard not to notice such love. Which is what they had trouble grasping. How were you not noticing it?

The fellowship was formed, you joining them after Aragorn announced that he’d go with them. Was he thrilled to take you on a potentially deadly mission? No. Was he happy that you were going to be right next to him for a long time? Yes. Arwen said that he was acting like a child for not voicing his emotions towards you though. She claimed that if he didn’t speak up soon she’d have to do it for him. Well, this led to Aragorn being irrationally paranoid about leaving you alone with Arwen. Anyone else? sure. But Arwen was a big NO.

You stood in the halls, looking at Isildur’s sword with Boromir. “It’s impressive even if it is broken.” you pointed out. “Indeed." Boromir agreed. You stared at it with this almost sad look. "Do you suppose there is a true heir amongst us?" Boromir asked. You nodded. "Aragorn bares the ring and shares Isildur's blood." you stated. This was a fact he told you after four years of knowing him. He told you after a hunting trip, you had asked why he was a ranger for Gondor. He didn't tell you at first but you asked him why he went by another name. That, he answered. He showed you the ring, the books from Rivendell about his lineage. How he technically switched his name twice and didn't know of his true lineage until he was older. You were shocked of course. You had heard stories of your people hoping to accidentally stumble across an heir. You had done it without meaning to.

Boromir sighed. "You believe this to be true?" Boromir asked. "Did Lord Elrond, a man who once stood with Isildur, object when Legolas claimed this?" you asked. Silence fell over Boromir. Shit, you were right. If Elrond didn't object then it had to have been true. "Do you suppose he'd be a good king?" Boromir asked. "Yes." you nodded. "How do you figure?" He asked. "I've seen Aragorn with people. He understands their struggles, he grasps why people need something. He has resolved many problems, all while dealing with his own. " you stated. Boromir looked at you once more. "...You feel strongly for him?" Boromir asked. You stuttered. "I-I never said-" " you didn't have to, it's rather obvious." Boromir said. You sighed, looking down. "Please don't say anything." You muttered. "Why not voice your feelings?" Boromir asked. You sighed. "I don't want to make him uncomfortable." You muttered.

Boromir blinked. "You mean you do not notice it?" He asked. "Notice what?" you asked. "Notice what?" You asked. He chuckled. "What!?" you asked again. "It is not for me to tell you." He said. "My lord please! I must know now, you treat me as if I was a child!" you whined. He sighed and turned to you. "You want an honest answer?" he asked. "Please." you nodded. "With the way he looks at you, there is a large chance he reciprocates your feelings." He said.

And so you were driven mad by this statement, observing Aragorn's actions to you at a microscopic level. He was touchier with you, often patting your shoulder or head when you did something. He stuck closer to you and often stayed up with you if you could not sleep. Perhaps Boromir wasn't insane for assuming something. Aragorn did in fact have some sort of affinity for you, however you weren't sure in what manner. Was it romantic? Platonic? Brotherly? What was this?'

You sat on a rock, reading a map. Or at least trying to... Your focus was all over the place. You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. You heard someone sit next to you and saw Aragorn. "Trouble with the map?" He asked. You jumped at the sound of his voice. "Oh uhm... I wanted to see if Gimli was right about us taking the path through Moria... He isn't wrong. It would be quicker but for some reason Gandalf seems adamantly against it." you muttered. Aragorn nodded. "There is much danger within those walls of Moria. You seemed close with Arwen, I am surprised she didn't speak with you about it." He muttered. You looked over. "Her mother once took that path." He told you. You looked back at the map. "she mentioned this story, she never mentioned the path that was taken." you muttered. Aragorn nodded. "Are you... close with Lady Arwen?" you asked. "She is my friend. Why?" He asked. "A friend? Nothing more?" you asked. He rose a brow. "Why the sudden curiosity?" he asked. A blush came over your cheeks and he leaned forward, observing the expression on your face.

To hide the embarrassment you raised up the map, blocking his view of your face. He pulled the map down and rose a brow. "Y/n, what's going on?" He asked. You wanted to speak but nothing came out. "Aragorn, it is my turn to watch." Gimli said, trudging over. You got up but Aragorn followed. "Y/n, why are you suddenly flustered? I haven't seen you like this since the first time you met Lord Elrond." Aragorn said. You still didn't talk, walking over to your sleeping area and sitting down. Aragorn of course, slept near you so he sat in front of you. "Boromir mentioned something and I cannot get this out of my mind." you sighed.

Aragorn rose a brow. "What is it?" he asked. "He said, something along the lines of you..." You sighed. "This is ridiculous. Can I please just sleep-" "Y/n, this is clearly bothering you." He said. You looked down. "He said you held romantic feelings for me." you said in a low mutter. He gulped.

Well shit, he expected Arwen to say something before Boromir would. "But that's... Foolish. Right?" you said softly. He looked at you. "Why is that foolish?" He asked. "Aragorn you... you're a king, you have these important titles... I do not fit with your life I-I'm just a woman." you muttered. "You speak as if you are nothing." He said. "I speak realistically because to most, I am nothing." you said. Aragorn shook his head, clearly upset by your feelings. "You are not nothing to me." He said. You swallowed, looking at him. "Aragorn-" "I don't give a damn about your status. I don't care if you're the lowest class possible, you are an amazing woman. You are beautiful, kind, you are someone who is strong and courageous- Y/n how could I not love you!?" He asked. You blinked. "...You... You love me?" You asked. He swallowed.

Aragorn was never very straightforward with his feelings, in fact he rarely showed large amounts of emotion, he typically kept to himself. You however had this effect on him. He'd share everything with you. And right now that was showing. "I love you." He repeated. You didn't move. Your expression didn't change. In fact you seemed motionless. "Y/n?" He asked. You seemed frozen. "...Y/n are you alright?" He asked. You finally leaned forward, gripping him by his shirt and kissed him.

He was shocked of course. The second he registered what was happening though, he put a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you into his arms. You eventually had to pull away for air, looking into his beautiful eyes. "You are not useless. Please know that." He said softly. You hugged his neck, him burying his face in your neck.

The next morning you two were found asleep in each other's arms. Sam looked at Frodo with a grin. "It seems we missed a lot while we rested." Gandalf said. You leaned up with a yawn as did Aragorn. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you. He felt eyes on him though making him turn. "...It seems we have an audience." He said. You looked over. "What should we do?" You asked softly. "Give them something to look at." Aragorn chuckled before he kissed you.

#aragorn imagine #aragorn x reader #aragorn

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