#Frodo nods and they hug

[afewproblems]

Give me older Steve and Eddie, in their mid-thirties, an established couple at this point, seeing Lord of the Rings the Fellowship of the Ring in theaters in 2001.

Steve never did get around to reading the books but he loves Eddie and its a movie, so what could go wrong? He liked Star Wars well enough didn't he?

And the intro narrations plays, a woman's voice explaining history and legend in soothing lilting tones as the story begins to play out on the screen. Steve barely touches his popcorn the entire time as he meets Frodo and Gandalf, as Bilbo disappears from his own birthday party and he gives the ring to his oldest friend, as Frodo and Sam make their way to Bree, as the Ring Wraiths chase Frodo and Arwen through the forrests.

Steve grips Eddie's hand tightly as Arwen tells Frodo not to give in, he misses the loving grin that Eddie shoots him before turning back to the screen.

Gandalf falls, Borromir sacrifices himself, Sam tells Frodo he doesn't mean to leave him. That he won't, he can't.

Steve struggles to wipe his face surreptitiously, he still has Eddie's hand gripped in his left while his right is clamped tightly over his mouth, he ends up letting the tears flow freely, it's fine, he's fine.

The last few hours have flown by and the lights come on slowly as Steve sniffles quietly, he swings his right arm across his face roughly and laughs softly as Eddie asks him how he liked it with a small grin.

"It was alright," Steve says with a watery voice, he smiles at the cackle Eddie throws his way. Eddie helps him up and draws him into a long hug, not caring of the people filing out of the rows of seats around them.

"You okay sweetheart?" Eddie murmurs as he pulls away.

Steve nods and sniffs once more before looking up to catch Eddie's eye, "there are two more after this huh?"

Eddie snorts and brings his arm around Steve's shoulders as they begin to follow the last of the stragglers, "Of this story, yeah why?"

Steve shakes his head with a small laugh, "might finally give those books you love so much a peek".

Eddie hums and leans in to press a soft kiss to Steve's temple, "I think we can arrange that".

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steve x eddie #older steve and eddie #modern au stranger things #lotr #soft steve harrington #soft eddie munson #lotr is my comfort movie if you cant tell

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 89

Part 1 Part 88

Listening to only one side of the conversation would drive Eddie insane if he wasn’t already. It’s worse because he’s not sure if Steve is even answering back. If he even can. Supergirl’s just vague enough that he can’t tell if she’s just trying to reassure a silent, suffocating Steve.

What if he’s still there, just choking? But, no. That was the Upside-Down. Now that the thing is here in Steve, is he still there at all? Or is he trapped in the small corner of his mind that he has left?

Still, Eddie chokes out a wet laugh when El’s lips tick up as she says, “Eddie calls me Supergirl.” She’ll always be his Supergirl. Even if she can’t help this time. 

She looks so young, even with the eyeliner smudged all around her eyes and the slicked back hair. In her black trench coat she’s badass and metal and so goddamn small Eddie wants to throw up about it.  

She’ll always be Supergirl. It hangs over her brows as a weight she carries, a weight they keep adding onto with every plea for help. 

All that drifts away when she asks, “how do we help?” That’s not a question you ask someone who can’t answer. The wait  between words stretches beyond credulity for Eddie. Everyone’s looking at Steve like he’ll open his mouth and speak. 

It’s El’s voice that cuts in. Eddie gasps with it. “Make you warm?”

His neck hurts with the speed he turns his head to meet Will’s gaze. “He likes it cold,” Will whispers. “That’s what he said.” 

Eddie opens his mouth, ready to speak before he thinks, but then El says, “I will save you,” voice floaty, like she’s waking up from a dream. “Stay here while we come.”

El’s removing the half-assed blindfold from her eyes when Eddie looks back toward her, smiling softly as she says, “he recognized me.”

Eddie, knee walks toward her, desperate and wanting. He can feel a bit of glass stuck in his knee, but he doesn’t stop. Can’t. “Stay where?” he demands, hands out like he wants to shake El before he curls them into stupid, futile fists. “Is he okay?”

“He is where he is last time,” El says before raising her hand and tapping the top of Steve’s head gently, running her fingers through his hair as she says, “but in here.”

It takes Eddie a second to connect “last time” to anything tangible. As usual, Will beats him.

“He’s in his closet?”

El nods. “Yes, with clothes.” She runs her fingers through Steve’s hair one final time before dropping her hand and standing. “He said to make him warm.”

“And that’ll fix him?” It’s Perkins who answers, clearly done with being left in the dark. Eddie can’t blame her. 

El stands, staring at Steve the whole time. It takes her too long to answer. “No, he will come back.” 

“Who’s he?” Perkins demands. Everyone else already knows. It’s written in the silence. In the way the van’s so silent that no one is even breathing. “Hello?”

“Gotta break the connection. Close the gate,” Wayne says. He’s gruff and quiet, looking down at El like he’d rather be anywhere else than asking a little girl for a little salvation. “Can you do it?”

El meets his eyes. Eddie wants to hug her, or strangle her, or stuff them all into his trunk and flee the state and hope that’s enough to save them. But then El nods, walking out of the van with too much purpose for anyone to stop her. She turns back around, looking at all of them stuffed into the too-small van. 

“I will close the gate,” she says, looking from face to face to face before asking, “where is Hop?”

“Oh, sweetie,” Mama Byers says, following her out of the van so she can engulf her in a hug El doesn’t return. “He was in the lab.”

El flinches back at the word “lab,” flinches back further when Lucas explains, halting and nervous about the Demodogs that had overrun it. Then something steals over her, resolves into a determination that shines. 

“I am going,” she says, ignoring Mama Byers beseeching hands as she turns and starts walking away, like she’s going to hike all the way there on foot. Frodo Baggins without even a Samwise Gamgee. 

Everyone flutters out of the van. Eddie stays by Steve and Will’s side,watching it all unfold. 

It’s Mike that gets her to stop because of course it is. “We’ll go with you!”

El turns around, hope shining in her eyes. Wayne cuts through it like a scalpel through vocal chords.

“No,” he says, quiet, but harsh enough to make El stumble back. Eddie can’t see his face, but his hands are raised placatingly in that same spooked horse stance he’d used a lot when Eddie first moved in with him, and then later, when Steve did, too. “None of ya kids are going with ‘er.”

All the kids protest except Max, who’s frowning between everyone, unsure of who’s side to stand on. 

“She can’t go alone!” Dustin says, putting his hands on his hips in a perfect imitation of Steve every time he’s on kid wrangling duty and fed up.

Wayne copies the stance, much more effectively at his stature, and replies, “I’m going with ‘er.” When Dustin opens his mouth to further complain, he turns away toward Barbara and asks, “don’t s’pose I can borrow your car?”

Barbara throws the keys toward him without a noise of complaint. Wayne walks toward El, looping his arm around her shoulders and leading her toward the car. “C’mon, kid,” he says, squeezing her into his side. “Gotta stop by the trailer for a couple a’ guns.”

El nods, looks back at them, meeting Eddie’s eyes to say, “keep him warm.”

Like the words break a spell on him, Eddie bolts from the van, tugging his connection on Steve to make sure he stays during their separation. Wayne almost loses his footing when Eddie barrels into his back, arms clutching at his chest tight enough to hurt.

“Stay safe, old man.”

Wayne huffs, reaching back to ruffle Eddie’s greasy hair. Eddie tucks his nose into Wayne’s neck, holds onto him for a second longer before letting go. 

Wayne doesn’t turn around, but he stands still just for a second, like he can still feel the warmth of Eddie’s arms. He sounds choked up when he says, “you too, son,” before walking away without turning back.

Eddie watches as the pair get in the car and drive away, feeling oddly bereft.

He’s got all these people now, who love him and he loves back. But Uncle Wayne was the first, always. 

He better come back. 

Part 90

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie upsidedown au #will byers #my fic #honestly closing the gate always seemed so much more obvious to me than the heat thing that i was always annoyed when the show had will #saying to do it in morse I was always just like...obviously...so I switched the two

[shirefantasies]

I got my glasses back and they're all fixed 💪

i wanted to request the characters(especially Elrond) reaction to their partner that's very cuddly? Like after anything stressful happens their partner/the reader immediately goes to them and just needs hugs and kisses to calm down

Yay 👓 here we go!

LoTR Characters’ Reaction to You Wanting Cuddles When Stressed

Aragorn

✧ He discovers this after you get wounded. Tending to you, he carries you to your bedroll, only for your arms to wrap around him the moment he tries to lay you down. “Stay,” you tell him, “please.”

✧ You were hurt. He obliges, half-sitting, half-laying at your side and running a soothing hand down your arm as he tells you to rest.

✧ It becomes common as time goes on. One time when you were overworked he stopped you right in your tracks with a kiss, one hand taking yours to keep you completely and thoroughly occupied.

✧ Usually he spots you laying down and joins you at your side, smiling in surprise every time when you cling to him, but always returning the embrace in the end.

✧ Traces the curves of your cheeks as you look into his eyes, your own glistening with unshed tears he silently vows to fight.

Legolas

✧ Very gentle with his physical affection, so when you first approach him he just lays an arm softly over your shoulders.

✧ Takes both your hands in his when you look up at him with dismay in your eyes, his own gaze back questioning, tender.

✧ Some days you spill it, some days you just nod, either way it is Legolas’s cue to craft the little nest he always makes for you and sit with you in it.

✧ Smiles when your hands reach up, making grabbing gestures, and pulls you by them into his chest and lays down all in one swift motion.

✧ Soon your body is completely caged by his limbs, but complain you will not beneath the loose capture of his warmth.

Boromir

✧ His expression hardens, darkens even when he sees you so upset, but it fades away the moment you shake your head and reach out to him.

✧ Kissing the crown of your head, he pulls you into the warmth of his own body, a hand sliding to caress your hair.

✧ Sits down with you in his arms, lowering you such as to let your legs wrap around him, his hands still cradling you.

✧ Eventually they wander down, rubbing up and down your legs as he connects your lips.

✧ In the end, his hands find their home on either side of your waist, keeping you firmly in place as he asks what the matter is and if you are feeling any better now.

Gimli

✧ The one who proudly jokes that you can’t keep your hands off him 😌

✧ But in all seriousness, Gimli is such a hype man when you're stressed that he doesn't just hold you, he tells you how gorgeous you are and that you're the best and you can do anything, you needn't worry. ...And if you can't do it, he'll protect you!

✧ Goes soft as anything when you hold him from behind, his hands reaching up to lay atop yours or maybe even try to pull you even closer by them.

✧ Threatens to destroy whoever upset you like he isn’t holding your hands and kissing all over your face as he speaks.

✧ Cheers you up with the proud smirk he makes at any passersby alone, the look on his face telling everyone that Gimli has the best job ever. It reminds you without words that you are never a burden.

Frodo

✧ He can tell and he sort of ends up doing it on his own. You start to sit up when your eyes fall upon him, but with a hand he urges you back down, rubbing your back soothingly.

✧ He tilts your head up gently, though, one hand beneath your chin so he can look into your eyes.

✧ You ask for a kiss and of course it is granted. One more, you say, and it is granted. One more, and, well, I think you can see where this is going.

✧ Soon he can’t help the bubbling of merry, lovestruck giggles at the fortune he has with you and you join him, joyous at the sight of his happiness.

✧ Another rush of tenderness strikes you when you feel his nose gently rub against your cheek.

Sam

✧ Makes him blush to high heaven the first time you just come right up to him and tell him you need a hug, but of course he does it.

✧ Soon at the days' end there you are again, going to him with arms outstretched and words sweet as they are sad, telling him he gives the best and most soothing hugs.

✧ Heart leaping, Sam lets his head fall to your chest, one hand travel up and down your back, and the other hold yours between your joined forms.

✧ "Thank you," Sam says. "Me?" You inquire. "Whatever for?" "For trusting me," he answers, and you can just see that earnest sheen in his green eyes without looking. "Thank you for being someone I can trust," is your reply.

✧ “It’s like what they say,” he remarks, “about the prettiest flowers having to deal with all the thorns.” He needn’t say any more, that alone and you’re kissing him right then and there.

Merry

✧ Loves being your comfort, so the first time you approach him needing a hug he happily obliges, running a hand up and down your back as he embraces you.

✧ He always knows exactly what to say, too, his inspiring words spinning beautiful new perspective before you even spill your troubles to him.

✧ Even still Merry wants to hear what’s on your mind, taking you for a walk to work your feelings out, an arm firmly about your shoulders the entire stretch.

✧ Your path seems aimless until you suddenly come upon a secluded meadow and are suddenly bowled to the ground, rolling atop soft flowers.

✧ Giggling softly as you stop, Merry tucking a little wildflower flower behind your ear and reaching down for your hand, his legs thrown casually over yours. “Feel any better now?”

Pippin

✧ One of his favorite qualities of yours, honestly. His arms wind around your waist without a second thought and his head falls to the crook of your neck the moment you ask.

✧ Never won't accept an excuse to lie with you, tugging you immediately to the nearest cozy surface to spread out upon.

✧ Your legs will be tangled up, entire bodies intertwined as he listens to what's bothering you, interjecting as many jokes as he can to hopefully see you smile again.

✧ For this reason especially Pippin loves to lay facing you- so he can see the changes in your expression, search for peace or the breaking of smiles like sun across the clouds in your face.

✧ Oh, and so he can kiss you lots, too- get ready for that!

Faramir

✧ His heart shows in his eyes the moment you ask him of all people for comfort, gratitude and joy shining in his face.

✧ Whatever you ask of him, you shall receive, his hands immediately clutching yours as he lets you pour your heart out to him.

✧ Now that you are heard, he pulls you into his chest, one hand laying over yours as the other holds you tight against him.

✧ His thumb draws soft, grounding circles over the back of your hand.

✧ You are his sun, his stars, every light Faramir firmly believes will shine its fortunes upon you again.

Eomer

✧ Adores the way you suddenly wrap around him from behind. He always turns his head to press a kiss to your cheek.

✧ When he sees tears in your eyes, though, Eomer is dropping everything as soon as possible to help you relieve some stress. More times than not he offers a massage, his hands heavenly upon your tension.

✧ Once his hands have kneaded tension from your body, especially the tightness across your neck and shoulders, he lays upon his back, offering himself as a cushion for you and holding your head against his chest.

✧ Open to listen or just talk about his day as a distraction OR, better yet still, tell glorious old battle tales to distract and entertain you both…even if your ears are most focused upon the music of his heartbeat.

✧ “Let us stay here and rest. Things will feel much better when we awake in each other’s arms.”

Haldir

✧ It is definitely an adjustment for him as he isn’t the most physically affectionate person himself.

✧ Thus, he may not sense your need immediately, but will respond of course when you communicate your need, usually sitting you down and starting with playing with your hair or helping you remove some layers to relax.

✧ If your problem is personal, say words exchanged between you and another, Haldir would absolutely offer to have his own words with them, unafraid to speak his mind. Without trying, he has your downtrodden facade lightening as you giggle at the resolve in his face.

✧ "What?" He asks, but little more can he say as you tackle him down, giggling again at the widening of his eyes by your boldness.

✧ Then it is Haldir's turn for merriment, a deep chuckle as he gives in completely, arms snaking about your waist.

Eowyn

✧ Grins widely the moment you open up your arms, inviting her into them, and of course she accepts.

✧ "What troubles you?" She asks the moment she hears a sniff, pulling away just to hold your shoulders and peer into your eyes with that beautifully piercing look of concern.

✧ "You carry so much," she whispers to you, running a hand softly through your hair, "let me help you."

✧ Eowyn leads you right through your problems with her drive for solutions, a hand holding yours and giving it little squeezes until the moment your load is lightened.

✧ One step of relaxation complete, Eowyn then makes you a nice warm drink, sitting with you arm in arm and sides practically blended as one beneath the sun and smiling when your head hits her shoulder.

Arwen

✧ Arwen's sharp eyes discern trouble the moment they fall upon your face; the first question falling from her lips if you want to talk about it.

✧ Whether you do or simply shake your head, she lays you down upon her chaise, holding your head to her chest to still to the beat of her heart.

✧ Her hand works wonders drawing patterns on your chest or thigh as you lay, bodies practically melting together in that manner.

✧ Her deep voice lulls you with elven songs, beautiful whether you understand the language or not and palpable against you as the sound reverberates.

✧ Smiles when you flip over requesting a kiss. Knowingly, in fact, because it will not just be one.

Elrond

✧ You barely need to ask, he can tell by the downcast of your expression the needs you have.

✧ He usually starts with a simple, firm hand upon your shoulder before you are turning around all the way, head falling lightly against his chest.

✧ Elrond loves stroking your hair as he listens to you, offering the many words of hope his years of wisdom have guided him to as a beloved host of Middle Earth.

✧ He holds you so gently, cradling you in his lap with hands placed just so upon your back; you will feel so secure, not a thought of falling even enters your mind, but if it did you know he would catch you.

✧ Distracts your mind by sitting or laying with you beneath the stars, pointing out each one by name as his hand traces up and down your spine and the other holds yours, raising it occasionally to his lips.

Lindir

✧ You can feel him start sometimes when your arms suddenly snake around him, your head leaning onto his shoulder, but he immediately relaxes into your embrace.

✧ He really loves it when you melt into him as he plays a song, every sensation heightened and reverberating through his muscles, the tender motions of his fingers upon strings and the fueling warmth coursing through his heart.

✧ If you lie together, he enjoys being the little spoon, your limbs tight about him both melting away your tension and making him feel needed, too.

✧ He wants to hear your worries, echoes them too, as your head rests against his shoulder, a hand idly running up and down his side and bringing pretty shivers down his spine.

✧ Sometimes your cuddle sessions accidentally turn into petty chatter, both of you airing your complaints to each other as you braid each other's hair or lie together in bed.

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagines #lotr x reader #the fellowship of the ring #aragorn #legolas #boromir #gimli #frodo #sam #merry #pippin #faramir #eomer #haldir #eowyn #arwen #elrond #lindir #ask #anon #requested

[judgementdaysunshine]

Exception

Pairing: Aragorn x Fem reader

Description: Aragorn doesn't usually let people hug him but he makes an exception with you

Aragorn truly didn't know how to feel when people hugged him, the only people he really let hug him were Arwen, Legolas, Boromir, any of the hobbits, Gandalf, Haldir, and Gimli. You had joined the Fellowship not too long before Boromir had died, each member few fond of you especially the hobbits and boromir leading to the moment of the two of you protecting Pippin and Merry before Orcs took the duo leaving boromir dying with arrows in him and you stabbed in your side shaking with tears as you hold his head in your lap seeing him smile at you "Keep them together dear one, even if it's hard on all of you and it hurts...please promise it" you nod kissing his forehead before aragorn is there quietly sobbing as you watch the two sharing a hug with a stunned gimli and silent legolas groaning in pain when legolas wraps cloths around your side noticing luckily that you weren't in very bad condition from the wound. You shake with quiet sobs as you watch the boat with boromir's body inside go down the waterfall almost collapsing on the ground if you hadn't quickly wrapped your arms around the closest person who happened to be aragorn who had first was shocked by the action but quickly held you in his arms for the next ten minutes before the four of you are running across the large landscape to find your two hobbit friends also worrying and wondering about the other two of four hobbits Frodo and Sam who had left to finish the journey of taking the ring to Mordor by themselves as everything that had happened began to take it's toll on all of you starting the journey with ten of you and now as you stare at the wide landscape after running that it was just four of you. You still feel a mix of shock and slow numbness as you stare at the fire in front of you, you feel a hand on your shoulder seeing aragorn next to you and without a word at all you stand to your feet being wrapped in his arms tightly as your head lays on his shoulder melting in the emotional moment feeling tears flow down your face until you couldn't anymore just sitting next to each other in quiet but not in an awkward or embarrassed way but more of an understanding and calm way as you lay your head against his shoulder, later on you stare at the vast lands of Rohan until you suddenly are pulled into someone's arms realizing by the smell of wood that it was aragorn but you only wrap your arms around him in calm understandment that grief takes it's hold on everyone at least for awhile.

#lord of the rings x reader #aragorn #lotr x reader #lord of the rings #aragorn x reader #lotr

[thewitchkingiscool-ace]

Y’know, the ending of botfa was such a wonder to behold. BEAR WITH ME HERE OKAY, HEAR MY POINTS.

I’ll start by breaking down some of the scenes. So first, we have the scene were Fili is momentarily captured by Azog at the top of that old abandoned fortress-thing with all of Azog’s army behind him. Then good old Azzerz (thats my name for azog) does his speech about which order he’d kill everyone in his plan that went horribly wrong, f in chat for azog.

And then Fili does that badass backwards spinning-kick and knocks Azog to the floor, then he dodges all of the army like a pro and kills like 75% of them (we all know how it goes so there’s no point going through it. But fili was awesome in that moment so i just want some appreciation for him there)

And THEN we cut to Kili, Bolg and Tauriel. I love the dynamic between Kili and Tauriel in that moment as they work together to take out Bolg, jumping off rocks and attacking him from both sides and being fabulous as always. Especially that bit where Bolg grabs Kili then Tauriel walks up behind him and kicks him in the balls. What an amazing scene. Then they manage to chase him to Legolas and that sketchy bridge that looks like it would collapse at any minute and Legolas starts flexing his skills and spins and slashes and runs up the bridge as it collapses in slow motion and nearly falls then flips himself back up again and does that cool thing where he stabs Bolg in the head and bounces off his shoulders and the whole bridge sinks then collapses and Bolg dies from fall damage then just in case he wasnt dead, the piece of rubble falls on him. Then Tauriel and Kili finally kiss and see Legolas stood far in the distance and wave at him and he finally accepts that Tauriel friendzoned him but he’s totally chill with it and it’s so wholesome.

AND THEN WE HAVE THORIN VS AZOG!! AND THORIN COMPLETELY WRECKS HIM! So they fight on the ice and Thorin uses Azog’s weight against him. We all know how he picks up Azzer’s big old wrecking ball thing and throws it at him and Azog goes under the ice. Then Thorin starts following him which tbh could have been quite a risky move and could’ve got him killed, but he sees Azog’s eyes open and does a BACKFLIP to avoid Azzer’s sword and does a majestic hair-flip, then yells a dwarvish war-cry and starts attacking him. Then it goes a bit downhill as we all know and how as Thorin’s pinned against the floor, Bilbo comes running at Azog and knocks him off and Thorin’s like “omagawsh ma husband here to save me <33” then Azog is on the floor cus bilbo wrecked him, and Thorin does that thing where he waltzes up to him holding bilbo’s hand and stabs Azog in the back and its so cool tho

and then Thorin proposes to bilbo, they reunite with Fili & Kili and they all hug and they’re tearful and Dwalin shows up and gives them a big old bear hug and its the sweetest. And then the eagles show up and take them all away from the oncoming army.

then when bilbo’s going home, thorin basically does the same as sam and bilbo’s like “i’m going home alone.” Then thorin says “of course you are. And I’m coming with you!!” It’s such a nice nod to lotr and i cried my eyes out there. Then they kiss again and all the dwarves cheer and Kili’s there holding tauriel’s hand then BARD AND THRANDUIL SHOW UP and make up with thorin and the company then Bard and Thrandy kiss too and Thranduil proposes to Bard then Kili proposes to tauriel and thennnnn (sorry for the long post) they all have a joint wedding at the shire and all the hobbits are like 0.0 “wat” at the sight of all these dwarves and elves and men but they embrace it all confused like “those are gonna be some interesting kids lmao!!”

then you see thorin moving in with bilbo after giving the crown to Fili and i cried again when they adopted frodo and you see Fili as King under the Mountain with lots of children and you can see how he looks slightly older and Peter Jackson and the makeup crew did such a good job portraying all the horrors they SURVIVED and LIVED to tell the tale of. And then it cuts to Gandalf showing up like 50 years later and you can see thorin sat in the back in an armchair reading a book and i cried again. overall such a wholesome movie and my favourite out of all three. Love that movie to DEATH haha, death’s a funny thing to mention considering how little of it there was 😅

sorry again for the long post but i had to rant about that movie!

#the hobbit #botfa #Sorry for the long post #nobody died #thorin oakenshield #fili #kili #bilbo baggins #bagginshield #barduil #They all got married #so wholesome and sweet #this is what happened #lotr #azzerz #legolas #tolkien

[just-a-little-cellist]

LOTR shitposting #4

Frodo: Sam, I'm sad. Sam: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Merry: Pippin, I'm sad. Pippin, nodding: mood.

#lotr #lord of the rings incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #lotr incorrect quotes #lord of the rings #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #merry brandybuck #pippin took #merry and pippin #frodo and sam #samfrodo #samfro #frodo x sam

[fluentmoviequoter]

A Place to Grieve

Pairing: Aragorn x fem!reader (Aragorn and Strider are used interchangeably)

Summary: After losing a loved one, Strider offers you a place to grieve. 1.5k+ words

Warnings: loss of unspecified loved one, angst, fluff, Sindarin, canon divergent, spoilers for The Fellowship of the Ring

A/N: I’ve never written for Strider before but I really want a hug from him, so this is completely self-indulgent. Honestly, this weekend has been pretty rough and I was really unmotivated to write until I started this. I hope it’s okay and if you have any feedback please leave a comment or drop it in my inbox!🤍

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“… is gone.”

Aragorn only hears the end of Gandalf’s news, but his sad smile and comforting hand on your shoulder are more than enough to show it is bad news. You shake your head in a small motion, blinking quickly before whispering something and stepping back.

This is no time to mourn. No place to grieve.

Turning away from Gandalf, you lock eyes with Strider. Nodding, you silently tell him you are fine. However, Strider is a good friend and a better ranger. Lying to him is not only impossible, it is unwise.

Gandalf leads you and the hobbits at the front of the company, sending concerned looks your way whenever you near him. Frodo and Sam distract you with stories of The Shire, and though you try to let your mind drift, you can only think of the gnawing sense of loss rooting itself deep in your chest. Learning of your loss, it feels as though you have lost a piece of yourself, a portion of your soul ripped away with hidden mourning.

Behind you, Strider ignores Legolas as he watches you. Your distant expression and sorrow-filled gaze worry him.

“An inn!” Sam exclaims. “We wish to stop for the night, do we not?”

Gandalf sighs, smiling as he gestures toward the city. Sam, Frodo, Merry, and Pippin waste no time as they race toward the first sign of civilisation in countless miles. Legolas taps your shoulder kindly as he steps around you. After he falls into step with Gandalf, you take a shaky breath and close your eyes tightly, burying your rising emotions. Strider’s hand meets your arm, gently tugging you toward him. You look toward him but not at him, concerned you may fall apart if he asks what plagues your mind. Shaking your head, you pull away from him and follow Gandalf.

“Mell nîn,” Strider mutters under his breath. “Your heart calls out yet your mind silences it.”

Knowing that he is not always a good communicator, yet unwilling to risk losing your camaraderie and closeness, Strider often talks to you when you do not hear. Tonight, sensing the sadness deep in your being, he craves your words more than ever.

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Your breaths grow shallow and your eyes glassy before you stand, jostling your chair as you rush out of the dark pub. Strider follows you immediately, ignoring Gandalf’s soft laugh and guarantee that Strider can handle it. Gandalf knows that the hobbits and Legolas have grown attached to you; he has as well, but he is also the only one to notice your unique relationship with the ranger and rightful king of Gondor.

Strider says your name as he moves before you, raising a hand to stop you. You obey, halting as you wipe your freshly fallen tears off your cheeks.

Wishing to speak, comfort you, and welcome your words, Strider attempts to talk but falls speechless at the brokenness hiding behind your eyes, being slowly revealed as your tears continue.

“Excuse me,” you whisper, continuing around Strider.

He repeats your name, stopping you again. “I am sorry.”

“Why do you apologise?”

“Whatever news you have received ails you.”

Tightening your jaw, you move away from Strider again. Talking about it makes it real, solidifies it within your mind and heart and makes it impossible to hold yourself together.

“Please do not make me use force to comfort you, meleth nîn,” Strider pleads.

“You have no rule here, my king. There is nothing you can do to make me answer your questions,” you point out angrily.

“Then do as you are, take your anger out upon me, but do not run from me in your flee from feeling,” Strider answers, a mix of care and exasperation in his words.

The tears increase in both number as intensity as you lower your head. Releasing the first sob, you reach out for Strider, surprised when he pulls you into his embrace. His cloak grows damp under your cheek, his hand cradling your head to his chest.

“There is no shame in responding in this way, in being who you are,” Strider comforts quietly.

You don’t notice Strider move, but when you raise your head again, you find you are tucked between buildings. The dark corner provides the privacy you need to be honest with Strider.

Repeating Gandalf’s news, you tell Strider that someone you love is gone. His slow exhale accompanying his kind arms circling you makes you feel safe enough to accept it.

“I am sorry, mell nîn. Your loss will be felt through the miles and the centuries, I am sure.”

“This is no time to grieve,” you tell him. Hearing your thoughts aloud makes them seem inappropriate; as if someone so special is unworthy of your tears.

“I know what you mean,” Strider says, interrupting your thoughts. “This is a trying time and the company has a long journey ahead of us, but there is no good place, no good time to grieve.”

“Right here is acceptable,” you whisper, looking up at Strider.

His gaze drops, his arms still holding you against his chest. Though his words are few, they are never without meaning. The sudden silence during such a moment alerts you to your mistake.

“My apologies, my king,” you mutter, attempting to pull back.

“Then here you will grieve, will mourn, whenever you need,” Strider insists, refusing to let you retreat into yourself once more.

“But, my king-“

“I am no king,” Strider begins.

“Not yet,” you interject.

He smiles down at you, and the world seems to brighten. “But what kind of king would I be to deny a lady a shoulder on which to cry? To rest as she travels, as she experiences gains and losses with no other consistent place to rest?”

“You have responsibilities, as do I. And neither provide time for sadness. The grief will come later.”

“Your grief is not to be set aside. You are not a burden to our company, if that is your concern. Feeling nothing is not an option, meleth nîn.”

You nod, leaning closer to Strider.

“Thank you.”

“Mell,” Strider repeats quietly.

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It hits when it is darkest, a deep ache with no evident relief. Moving through the darkness, you approach Strider’s side, his watchful eyes gazing into the night.

“Strider?” you ask quietly.

He wordlessly opens his arms toward you, allowing you to rest against his shoulder as his cloak closes around you.

“Does it stop hurting?”

“Slowly. Soon the memories will be a welcomed kindness. A reminder of good times rather than an amplifier of the bad," he replies.

Nodding, Strider’s comfort, warmth, and kindness lull you to sleep. You wake tucked against his side and well-rested.

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After a week of sleeping at Strider’s side, you are not as sad as often as before. The emptiness has made way for early acceptance, though some moments still seem hopeless and void of all happiness. Your life will never be the same following the loss of another’s life, but you must continue living rather than stall in the moments of memories.

“Why are you so kind to me?” you ask Strider as he leads you to his guarding position.

“You are good. Everyone good deserves kindness,” Strider replies simply.

“The way in which you treat me differs from your actions toward Gandalf and the hobbits.”

“They do not hold a piece of nin hûr.”

Strider’s eyes are on you in the dim forest light.

“Why do you do that; speak in Sindarin, when you know I do not understand?”

Strider’s hands rise to pull you close, his fingers ghosting over your jaw.

“Because words are not easy for me. You mean more to me than words can express,” Strider admits quietly, his voice soft against the rustling leaves.

“Your hûr?”

“My heart.”

“Mell nín?”

“You.”

“So you have said,” you reply with a kind laugh. “But what am I to you?”

“My dear,” Strider says, dipping his head to kiss your forehead. “My beloved, my sweet.”

Smiling up at Strider, you repeat, “You hold my entire hûr, my king.”

“Ara.” At your confused hum, Strider smiles and translates, “King.”

“Aragorn,” you say, pulling yourself closer to him.

“Rían nîn,” he replies. “My queen.”

“Me?” Strider nods, pressing his head against your neck as your arms loop over his shoulders. “That is why you are so kind to me.”

“I have wished to love you since you joined the company. Since you joined my side.”

“What should I call you?”

“Call me whatever you wish, as long as I am yours.”

Moving your head to Strider’s shoulder, you return home.

“Thank you for allowing me to grieve. For welcoming me, my brokenness.”

“You are not broken,” Strider insists, standing as he cups your cheeks in his strong hands. “Your dark nights, your grief and mourning, do not define you. Your love, kindness, and joy with your friends do.”

“My heart, my love, my joy are yours.”

Strider falls silent again, pulling you against him as his lips meet yours in the dark forest. Though you miss those you have lost, Strider holds you close and leads you through the dark and the light of mourning.

#aragorn x reader #aragorn x fem!reader #aragorn x you #aragorn #aragorn my beloved #the lord of the rings #fem!reader #tw: death #tw: grief #cw: death #cw: grief

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youre my constellation. - frodo baggins x elf! reader

summary : you've joined the fellowship and travelled to mordor to help frodo destroy the ring. now, you're carrying him home. but he has one last thing to say to you before you head for your home.

song - my constellation - lord of the lost

the twigs crunched beneath your shoes, the sleeping, the hobbit lay sleeping on your back. his hands wrapped loosely around your neck.

sam trailed behind the two of you, you bounced frodo up, hoisting him up higher onto your back as you could feel him slipping down, earning a grunt from him.

"sorry.." you whispered, turning your head slightly. he was probably still asleep.

you were hungry, tired, thirsty, and had a very traumatised hobbit on your back.

"we're almost there, we just need to take a right." sam called out from behind you, you turned around, nodding at him.

soon, you entered the shire. frodo was still sound asleep, and your back ached from carrying frodo.

"frodo, we're here." you murmured, nudging the hobbit awake with your nose into his shoulder.

you waited for him to stir, your head turned, awaiting the opening of his crystal blue eyes.

his eyes fluttered open at last, meeting yours. he then looked ahead of you, seeing the shire.

his eyes filled with tears of relief, you crouched down, letting the hobbit crawl off your back.

he walked ahead, stumbling down the path with sam. you watched, smiling as you went to turn around.

you stopped once you heard frodo shout your name. you turned, being greeted by the small man trying his best to run up to you, it looked like he was struggling, so you took a few steps and crouched down to his height.

"what is it?" you asked. he looked into your eyes.

"would.. would you not stay? it only seems right of me considering you carried me all the way here.." he fiddled around with the leaf on his cloak, avoiding eye contact now.

"frodo, i have to go-" you were cut off when he tackled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his head on your shoulder.

"please.. please stay." he muttered into your shoulder. you could feel his tears drip down and wet the fabric of your shirt.

you brought one hand up, cradling the back of his head while the other spread over the expanse of his back, rubbing it soothingly.

it wouldnt hurt to stay, not when he's clinging onto you for dear life.

#frodo baggins #frodo #frodo baggins x reader #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr x reader #lord of the rings x reader #the fellowship of the ring #the two towers #the return of the king

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DAISIES - pt 9

Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader / soft oc

Words: 5.2k

Summary: It's June, and you decide to get drunk with your best friends. You start to wonder if there is something between you and Merry. Your brother sells Bag End.

Possible TW's: alcohol, very drunk reader and other characters as well

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The reflection did not feel flattering. Your hair was messy from tossing and turning all night, and the bags under your eyes made you look like you had not slept at all; and it might as well have been that way. You kept waking up throughout the night, and the dreams you had were so lively, it felt like you were awake.

You left your room to wash your face, when Frodo bumped into you in the hallway.

"Good morning," he said, to which you responded by grunting as a greeting. "Have you slept at all?"

"No, not really," you answered honestly, rubbing your eyes in the hopes that the exhaustion would fade away somehow.

"Is there something on your mind?" he asked, eyes full of brotherly affection.

Of course there was something on your mind. You were soon to move out of Bag End, and despite that huge change in your life, you could not for some reason get your best friend out of your head.

"I guess I'm just nervous about moving," you said, partly lying, which Frodo did not seem to have noticed. You didn't want him to ask more, so you kept talking. “I know you want to move closer to where you grew up, and that you need me out of here, and I know you will go after Uncle Bilbo, but I am still…”

Frodo smiled faintly.

"Everything will be alright, I promise."

You had pale-yellow and lavender ribbons in your hair as you made your way to the Green Dragon. The lights of the familiar building were already in your sight, when Pippin tapped on your shoulder.

"Hullo!" he said with glee, hugging you tightly.

"Why, hello there Pip!" you greeted him. "I was wondering if anyone was going to be here tonight."

"Merry and I agreed to come here tonight," he said, his focus momentarily moving to the birds flying over your heads. Quickly he returned his focus back to you. "We thought about it and took a wild guess that you might also appear here tonight."

"You both know me so well," you chuckled, as you both entered the pub through its wooden door.

The air smelled stuffy, and there was loud chatter everywhere. The way the lights warmed up the room reminded you of home, but the absence of smells like Frodo's herbal tea and fresh cooking reminded you that the Green Dragon was just another place to keep you away from Bag End. You felt a longing for the only home you had ever known, even though it was not gone yet; but you knew that once the Sackville-Bagginses would get their dirty fingers on it, you would not be allowed to step in that place so dear ever again.

You walked to the counter, behind which a familiar face was working. Rosie Cotton was as cheerful as usual, wiping some pints clean, and handling the chatty and drunk Hobbits with grace. She gave you and Pippin a friendly smile when you ordered your ales, and the two of you made your way to a round table, close to the back wall of the room. 

"Have you seen Merry?" Pippin asked you, as he was looking around the full room, observing small details and all the people around him.

"No, not yet," you said, smirking at Pippin's over-energetic presence. He sometimes seemed to find it hard to keep focus, and his mind seemed to hop from place to place, intrigued by everything around him.

"Oh, there he is!" Pippin said, nodding towards a darker corner across the room. 

Merry was sitting there with Estella Bolger, his face serious. You observed the two talking, trying to analyze their body language to figure out what they might be discussing.

"What do you think is going on there?" you asked Pippin, your eyes still locked on Merry and Estella.

"Maybe he is apologizing to her?" Pippin suggested. "I know she is no longer mad at him, but he did mention wanting to make it up for her; breaking her heart, I mean."

You mumbled something incoherent as an answer, and kept your eyes on them. Pippin sipped his drink, and from your focused state, you did not notice him smirking behind his glass. 

Soon Merry and Estella got up from the table, and started walking away from the corner. They made their way to the front door, Estella in front of Merry. Your gaze followed their every move, and curiously you observed them from afar. As they reached the front door, Estella wrapped her arms around Merry, and buried her face into his neck. You felt a wave of warmth hit your face, and there was suddenly a tiny amount of pressure in your chest. Merry hugged her back tightly, and as they stopped embracing each other, Estella pressed her lips gently on his skin, giving Merry an affectionate kiss on his cheek. Your face felt warmer. They exchanged a few more words before she left. After she had walked out, Merry turned back away from the door. He observed the room, and soon he noticed you and Pippin. He smiled at you and Pippin warmly, and that's when you finally noticed that your breathing had become significantly heavier. You took a deep breath, and waved at Merry, happily. He made his way to your table, and swiftly sat down on the chair next to you.

"What was that about?" you asked him, taking a sip of your drink.

"What?" Merry responded, seemingly confused by the instant interrogation.

"Estella?" you specified, and Merry's lips curled up into a relieved smile.

"We just talked everything through," he responded. "Honestly, I just wanted to get all of it off my chest. There was nothing more to it, and as we said goodbye,  she wished me all the best - and I to her.

"I told you," Pippin said with pride; and finally, you could breathe easier. "He is now a guilt-free Hobbit!"

"Did you talk about anything else?" you asked curiously. 

"No," Merry responded, in a laid-back tone. You could have sworn you saw his eye twitch slightly.

"Are you sure that's all you talked about?" Pippin said with a grin. A sharp pain hit you, as Merry kicked your shin. You let out a cry of pain and looked at Merry, full of confusion. Merry's eyes widened with guilt.

"I'm so sorry!" Merry apologized, immediately reaching his hand to hold your hand.

"What was that for?" you said, rubbing your leg to relieve the pain.

"I didn't mean to kick you! It was meant for Pippin!"

"Hey!" Pippin cried, almost offended. A moment of silence followed, before you finally opened your mouth again.

"What plans do you two have tonight?" you asked, bringing your glass to your lips, and taking a sizable sip of your ale. The cold beverage calmed your anxiety severely; you had always found that anything close near your chest or throat slowed down your heart rate.

"Drinking," said Merry and Pippin in unison.

"Well, alright then," you responded, and with one lengthful chug, you finished your drink. You slammed the glass loudly on the table, the loud noise and your reckless nature made your best friends laugh, and so they joined you; they finished their drinks in seconds. 

The last drink you had that night made you feel quite intoxicated. Pippin had drunk a significantly bigger amount of alcohol, and so had Merry. The three of you kept talking, joking and bantering for hours before you hit that final drink, and the whole room was filled with the drunken laughter of you and your best friends. It was already night-time, and most of the customers had already made their way home. You took note of Rosie starting to close up the Inn, so you gestured Merry and Pippin to get up as well. As you stood up, you noticed it was hard to keep your balance. Pippin got up with such unsteady movements that the chair he had just stood up from, fell down on the floor with a loud bang. You snickered, and as Merry laughed, he took a step back, trying to hold his balance as well.

Outside the Inn, everything was quiet. Only crickets, owls and the wind could be heard, and every now and then a frog croaked quietly. The sky was dark, and there were dark-grey rain clouds slowly covering the stars underneath them, and hiding the moonlight.

"I really need to get home," Pippin said, stumbling on his feet. He started walking towards a wooden bench to his left, reaching for it with both of his arms held forward. "Can I sleep on this bench instead?"

You giggled, and with unsteady steps you made your way to your friend. You nudged him up before he could fully lay down on the bench, and put your arm around him.

"Pippin, can you get home?" you asked him, to which he responded by laughing so hard he let out a pig-like snort.

"Can I? Try and stop me!" Pippin slurred, but did not move an inch. You kept waiting for him to make a movement towards the direction of Tookland, but he just kept swaying, his eyes barely open. You looked to your right, where Merry was fumbling with the pipe in his pocket, struggling to find the right end of it to start smoking. You smirked, and turned your attention back to Pippin.

"Pip?" you said, shaking him softly. Pippin opened his eyes and smacked his lips, as if he was just woken up from a good-night's sleep.

"Yes?" he answered, smiling at you widely, trying to find proper balance on his feet. You gave him a pat on his back. 

"I think you need to sleep somewhere else," you said to him. Pippin was amused by your suggestion, and he blew a raspberry.

"No I don't!" he scoffed, with a quiet burp. You started laughing louder, your own legs almost giving out. Pippin started laughing with you cluelessly. After a moment of laughing and drunken arguing, Pippin finally gave in, and decided to come sleep at your house. You turned to look at Merry to give him the update on the situation, but he was still fumbling with his pipe. You sat Pippin down on the bench, told him to not fall asleep, and with shaky steps you made your way to Merry. As you reached him, he finally realized how the pipe works and placed it on his lips; and started smoking it without lighting up the pipe. 

"Come on," you laughed and took his pipe away, to which Merry responded by smiling at you unbothered, eyes half-open. With some effort, you eventually got Pippin back up as well.

The three of you made your way to Bag End, and got inside before the rain started. The rain was so gentle, you could not hear it inside, as it was watering the green grass of Hobbiton. Pippin flailed his arm at Frodo, who had woken up to the sounds of the coat rack falling down, and to Merry's failed attempt to muffle his laughter. Pippin stumbled his way to the kitchen, and he laid down on the wide kitchen bench, curling up into a fetal position. It took less than ten seconds from when his head hit the bench, that you started hearing snoring. Frodo had gone to bed when he saw the three of you in your intoxicated states, as he was already very familiar with the reckless behavior you brought out in each other. This left you in charge of everything.

You covered Pippin with a felt-blanket, and despite being completely out of it, he pulled it over his head and curled up into a ball. Your heart felt full, knowing your friend was safe and comfortable, so you made your way back to Merry.

"I don't understand how this works anymore," Merry said, once again holding his pipe in his mouth, trying to smoke it. As you sat down next to him on the couch, you took the pipe out of his mouth and poked him on the nose clumsily.

"You're supposed to light it you idiot," you said, which made Merry howl with laughter. Merry was very intrigued by pipe-weed, and had been for a long time. As he was a regular smoker, forgetting such a simple thing made his drunken state finally obvious to his fuzzy-feeling brain. You laughed with him for a long while, before you finally asked him a more serious question. 

"Merry, was that really all it was with Estella?" you asked, playing with the soft ends of your curls.

"In all honesty? No, it was not," he responded. You stopped twirling the hair around your fingers, and stared at the orange flames, burning in the fireplace in front of you. "We actually talked about you."

You turned your gaze up to look at him, and he looked down at you.

"What?" you asked, puzzled. "What did you talk about?"

"It was nothing," Merry said after a long pause, as he was playing with your hair. You wanted to push this conversation forward, but somehow you got nervous, and decided to change the subject. Normally you would have pushed Merry for the truth, but this time you were anxious of what he might have said - or what she might have said. As you still had your eyes locked on Merry's, you realized you had been laying in his arms for probably at least ten minutes. Yet, his fingers playing with your curls and his hand brushing through your hair felt too comfortable; so you decided not to move.

"I lost to Pippin," you said, pressing your cheek against his chest, the softness of his shirt caressing your skin. 

"What?" Merry chuckled, two of his fingers twirling your hair around.

"At an eating contest," you slurred, finding it hard to keep your eyes open. "I need to step up my game. I keep losing."

"Pip and I are gluttons, you know that!" Merry snickered, his fingertips tenderly caressing your hair and scalp. The way he touched you made you feel warm inside, and your heart felt like it was beating faster than it usually did when the two of you were close to each other - but maybe it was the alcohol?

You explained to Merry in detail; and in a way that made no sense whatsoever, how you losing eating contests was bad for your reputation. Merry in his turn answered to you in detail how you had no reputation as an eating contestant or anything of the sort, but the alcohol-driven conversation led nowhere. Before you even noticed, you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore.

There was a loud knock on the door that startled you. Your eyes flashed open, and your heart skipped a beat from being woken up so suddenly. You could hear the quiet footsteps of your brother as he made his way to the front door. It was drizzling outside, and the fire had gone out at some point during the night, leaving only grey ashes in the fireplace. 

Your head was throbbing a little, and as you lifted your hand to massage your forehead, Merry let out a grunt in his sleep. You paused, and realized you had fallen asleep in his arms. Merry was resting his head against his fist, as he had propped himself on his elbow. He was in a sitting position, and your side was on his lap. His other arm was lightly wrapped around you, and you had rested your head against him all night. Merry looked peaceful, but with every slow movement you made, his brows furrowed and you feared you might wake him up.

Frodo walked back inside with some mail, as someone had decided to provide him with a letter personally. As he walked past the couch, you two locked eyes and he gave you a questionable look. He flailed the letter in his hand, and with a smirk he gestured to you to come to the kitchen. You nodded, and slowly made your way out of Merry's arms. Merry groaned softly in his sleep, smacking his lips as you got up. 

"Do you want tea?" Frodo asked, handing over the letter to you. You shook your head, pressing your forehead with the palm of your hand. You looked at the letter, and it was assigned to both you and Frodo. It was from Merry's parents.

"I'm guessing this is about me moving to Brandy Hall," you mumbled, taking a seat, accidentally sitting on Pippin's feet. You had not noticed he was still sleeping there, and he grunted loudly at you. He curled up into a smaller ball under his blanket, dozing off again. Amused by Pippin, you momentarily forgot about opening the letter.

"Are you going to read it?" Frodo asked. You snapped back to reality, and opened the letter.

Dear Bagginses,

It is sad to hear about your decision to sell your beloved home. Bag End is truly a wonderful place, and I am sure you are proud to have had it to call your home.

Frodo, you told us about your sister being a suitable candidate for the job opening we have, and more than that, you have told us she is the most magnicifent Hobbit to live with, and that she would be a good person to add to our home.

As Merry probably has already told you, we have already made the room ready for her, and are more than happy to have her move in here when the time comes. 

Miss Baggins, you are more than welcome into our home, and we are very excited to see a friend of our son's here, hopefully also keeping him out of trouble for some time (unlike a Took might)!

We hope you make your way here soon, as we have many projects we would love your help with.

Please, let us know as soon as possible. You may use our son as the messenger.

Sincerely,

Esmeralda and Saradoc Brandybuck

Ps. Is there any chance you could bring your art supplies with you? We would love to have some of your charcoal work in the library. Merry has talked to us about your talent plenty.

You sighed as you finished reading the letter, and handed it over to your brother. He read it with a satisfied smile, and drank his tea in silence.

"I suppose I really am moving to Brandy Hall," you said, resting your head on the table, hoping to relieve the ache. Your throat felt dry, and you were desperate for water; yet too tired to drink any. "I knew I was going to move and I knew this was already settled, but having this official letter about it..."

"I know," Frodo said compassionately. You did not see his face, but you could feel him smirking. "But look at the bright side: you get to cuddle up with Merry like that so much more often."

"We're just friends," you grunted. You did not look up, but you could sense the smug smile on your brother's face. 

All of Hobbiton was talking about Frodo's decision to sell Bag End. Many Hobbits had a theory that Frodo had run out of money, since he was selling your home at a low price; and to the Sackville-Bagginses. Others thought it was a plot put together by Gandalf, who had suddenly left the Shire, after staying in Bag End for two months. Only if they had known just how right they were.

You were sitting among some of your stuff in the carriage. You were reading Merry's first draft of the first pages of his book about pipe-weed, leaning uncomfortably against some of the furniture you had decided to take with you to your new residence. Merry had brought one of his ponies, and was helping you with your move. Frodo's move was still a couple of months away, but you had agreed to start working for Merry's parents. The move had come rather quickly, even though Frodo had warned you about it a couple of times already. You didn't know if you'd see him again for many years, though you hoped you'd get to have tea with him when he arrived in Buckland as well.

"Are you alright back there?" Merry asked, glancing at you over his shoulder. You nodded, and kept reading his observations and knowledge on Old Toby.

You placed the jewellry box on your desk, and fidgeted with the hem of your dress. Everything was now set in your new room; in your new home. The room was quite small and cozy, one of the walls painted light-yellow (because Merry had told his parents it was one of your favorite colors) and everything else was new, but your desk, chair, bed and the other belongings you brought, such as your art supplies, jewellry, clothing and a few mugs and teacups.

"So, how do you like it?" asked Esmeralda. You turned around to look her in the eye, and gave her a faint, slightly upset smile.

"I like it," you responded, truthfully, but you already missed Bag End and your brother.

"Make yourself at home," said Merry's mother, and placed a small box on your new dresser. It was wrapped in light blue paper, and a small bow was decorating the top of it. "Here's a welcoming gift. I will get back to work now. And don't you worry about working yet, dear. We won't have you start until next week."

"Thank you, Mrs. Brandybuck."

"You can call me Esmeralda," she smiled, and closed the door behind her as she excited your room. You took a deep breath, and hopped on your bed, onto the new cotton covers they had bought for you. It was comfortable, and a piece of home. You closed your eyes, and imagined being back in Bag End, laying in your old room, waiting for Uncle Bilbo to come and sit by your bed to tell you about his adventures. It was the end of June, and the room was warm and filled with sunlight. You forgot about the present Esmeralda had just given you. In a few short minutes, there was a knock on your door.

"May I come in?" said Merry, his voice muffled by the round door. 

"Yeah," you responded in a sigh.

Merry entered the room, the door creaking. You still had your eyes closed, and Merry looked at you with concern, yet with a big smile on his face. He walked around your room, observing all the little trinkets you had put out. A small frog shaped pot for plants you had created as a wee Hobbit, the daisy brooch he and his mother had gotten you for your thirty-third birthday, a small wooden statue of a bunny, and a small bell your Uncle Bilbo had left you as a present when he disappeared on his 111th birthday. Merry noticed the charcoal drawing you had made of him months ago, and he smiled fondly as he stared at it.

"How do you feel?" he asked, sitting by your side. You were still laying on your back, eyes shut. You shrug your shoulders, and exhaled loudly. Merry smiled compassionately, and poked your shoulder. You looked at him with sad eyes, showing the longing you had for your room in Bag End. Merry stood up. "Get up."

"Do I have to?" you asked, already sitting up. Merry offered you his hand, and he pulled you out of the comfort of your own bed. "What do you have in mind?"

"I will show you around some of my favorite spots outside. I'll show you the places where you can read peacefully, and where you can do your art without anyone bothering you. My mother can be a little bit intrusive sometimes, so she might be knocking on your door often enough. It's good to have a place for yourself. I know it's important to you."

His hand lingered on yours for a little while longer, before he let go and guided your way outside. The halls of your new home were long, and there were several rooms on every side, and many new hallways around what felt like after every corner.

There were once again rain clouds in sight, but they were gladly still far off. Merry showed you a few quiet corners near the house, a spot by the Brandywine river, and a large tree to which he climbed up to smoke a pipe if he wanted a moment of peace. The two of you climbed the tree. Its trunk was massive and strong, the branches spread wide and grew close to each other, making it a perfect place to sit down and relax. The higher you climbed, the closer the branches were to each other. You sat comfortably on a branch so thick it was larger than your bottom. You could see quite far from between the leaves and branches, and Merry pointed to different directions, explaining the surroundings and the history of Buckland to you. With eagerness you listened, and for a moment you forgot how much you missed Hobbiton.

"Towards that direction is the village of Bree, but it's quite far away. I have been there a few times, and the folk there are friendly, but some are quite odd," explained Merry, pointing to the distance. You listened to his enthusiastic explanations of the adventures he had had with Pippin around Buckland, and described to you in detail about growing up in Brandy Hall. As his face was turned away, you couldn't help but stare at his button nose. His blue eyes were sparkling as he told you about his fondest childhood memories, and you could see his cheeks and ears get slightly pink when you locked eyes with him for a moment longer.

"I really liked what you wrote," you said, when the conversation had turned into Merry's interests. "I find your interest in pipe-weed fascinating and quite endearing."

"You do?" he responded, the color of red on his cheeks deepening.

"Yes. I think it has potential. Overall, I think you're a talented writer. I hope you decide to finish the book someday."

Merry smiled, his blushing intensifying. You felt the tips of your ears heat up as you kept staring at each other, and you turned your face away as you couldn't take it anymore. The tips of your pinkies were softly touching as you sat on the large branch together, and you felt your heart rate jump up.

"Caketeas," Merry said suddenly, and your gaze shifted back to him.

"What?" you chuckled, and Merry opened and closed his mouth rapidly.

"I- pancakes," Merry said, tripping over his words. "Pancakes and tea! We have pancakes and tea somewhere in the smaller kitchen near your room."

You smiled, as Melly shook his head in embarrassment. His crush on you started to be more obvious to you day by day, and it seemed that Merry had decided to embrace his feelings, at least for the moment.

"That sounds delicious," you responded, your pinkie twitching on his. A wave of courage suddenly took over you, and you wrapped your pinkie around his finger. Merry turned face away from you nervously. "Should we go?"

"I- yes. I think that's a good idea,” he stuttered.

You let go of him, and made your way down the branches, climbing down at a fast and steady pace. Merry was not far behind you, and there was a loud thump as he hopped down from the tree. You two walked extremely close to each other, your arms brushing against each other on almost every step. You felt nervous, and the tension in the air felt like it was suffocating you. It was new to you, and you started to wonder to yourself; maybe Pippin was right? Maybe there really was something going on with you and Merry; something more than a friendship. Maybe it was not one-sided after all?

You felt a drop of water on your chest, and as you looked up, you realized the rainclouds had finally reached Buckland. Another drop fell on your face - and another. The rain started pouring down, and you squealed as you realized you were out in the open, Brandy Hall barely in sight. Merry let out a startled cry, and took your hand. 

"Let's go!" he shouted over the rain, and the two of you started running towards a small shed, maybe 600 feet away. The grass was already soaking wet, and mud was splashing around your legs loudly, Merry's laughter echoing in the air. You giggled as you ran as fast as you could, your hand squeezing Merry's. You were significantly shorter than him, so you were slightly behind him when you reached shelter. You bumped into Merry, and he caught you in his arms so you would not fall down, laughing whole-heartedly when you crashed against him. The rain hit the roof of the shed loudly, partly covering the sounds of your laughter under it.

Merry's arms were softly wrapped around you as the laughter started slowing down. You cleared your throat. Your chest was pressed against his body, and you looked up at him, locking eyes. You felt your face heat up, and the tips of your ears were burning as his gaze pierced you. His eyes shifted from looking into yours in turns, and you could've sworn his gaze traveled to your lips for a split second. Your heart jumped to your throat. He grinned, and let out a small chuckle.

"What?" you asked, smiling back at him, confused.

"Nothing," Merry responded, chuckling more, and his gaze shifted all across the features of your face.

"Just tell me!" you cried, finally getting out of his arms, giving him a friendly and playful push.

"Nothing bad, I swear!" he laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. "It's just your tell."

You narrowed your gaze. You knew he had taken note of your tells, and that he knew what you felt like most of the time. At this moment you weren't sure what you were feeling either, so it seemed ridiculous that he would know. 

"Merry!"

Merry laughed, the sound warming up your heart.

"Alright, alright!" he chuckled. He took a deep breath and stepped closer to you. He reached his left hand to the right side of your face, gently caressing your ear, making you blush more. He grinned. "It's just that when you feel joy, your e-"

"Merry!" shouted a female voice from afar, clearly looking for him. Merry still had his hand gently covering your ear, when his mother called for him again. He turned his head to the direction of the voice swiftly.

"It's like I'm a child again," he laughed, moving his hand away and against his side. "She is very caring, you know. Despite being an adult myself, she wants to make sure I get fed properly. Let's go."

Merry started sprinting through the rain, and out of shelter, leaving you clueless of your tells once again.

"Oh come on now!" you shouted as you ran after him. Your face was still burning up. "You can't leave me hanging like this!"

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@chatteringfox @shiinata-library @ahobbitsjourney23 @mayo-advance @datglutengoblin @mournthewicked

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

Let Me Hold You - Frodo Baggins X GN Reader

Title: Let Me Hold You

Frodo Baggins X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Gandalf (Mentioned), Merry (Mentioned), Pippin (Mentioned), Aragorn (Mentioned), Legolas (Mentioned), Sam (Mentioned), and Elrond (Mentioned)

Requested by: @almost-gabrielle!

Drabble

WC: 500

Warnings: Mention of Mordor, the ring, Frodo's injured hand mentioned, awkwardness, anxiety, crying, mini angst, and fluff

Frodo was bathed in a soft yellow light, his body floating on a cloud of relaxation and calm. Slowly opening his eyes, he took his time surveying the surrounding scenery. And in his mind, he was asking; 'Where am I?' Slowly, once more, Frodo took the time to sit up, his eyes glancing around the room. Glancing down, Frodo paused, seeing you. You sat on the ground, your head resting on the bed, arms used as a pillow. You slept soundly, eyes closed, eyelashes resting gracefully upon the apples of your cheeks; a beautiful sight to behold.

Frodo was so relieved that you were still alive, having joined him, Sam, Merry, and Pippin on the journey to destroy the one ring. Tentatively, Frodo reached out with his injured hand, brushing your hair away from your face; you hadn't even looked harmed, with no cuts or bruises. Suddenly, your eyes fluttered open, realization flowed over you and you quickly looked up, your eyes meeting Frodo's blue ones. You scrambled to sit up, your joints burning as you took a seat on the bed, gently taking Frodo's hand into both of yours. 

"Oh, Frodo," You sighed, tears building up in the corners of your eyes, "You're awake,"

Frodo just stared at you, mostly in shock, "Y/N?" He spoke up before his eyes landed on Gandalf in front of him, clutching his new staff. The old wizard gave him a fond smile, "Gandalf?" His surprised expression slowly turned into one of pure happiness; a huge smile on his face. Gandalf nodded, letting out a chuckle and Frodo matched his laugh, so many emotions surging throughout him. The door to the room then opened, revealing Merry and Pippin, both alright. Bright smiles appeared on their faces as they came bounding over. You took a few steps back, though happy to see Frodo alright, you were a bit crestfallen that you didn't have more time alone with him. Frodo brought Merry into a hug before Gimli appeared, stretching his arms out to his side with a smile. "Gimli!" The Hobbit greeted, as the Dwarf clapped his hands with joy. 

Next at the door came Legolas, his piercing blue gaze landing on the alive and well Frodo, and lastly Aragorn arrived; a huge smile on his own face. But, who could forget a certain Hobbit, who carried Frodo down that mountain that was slowly being devoured by lava and fire; Samwise Gamgee had pushed past the threshold. 

But soon, the small crowd dispersed, and you were finally alone again with Frodo. It was awkward, slightly, as you took your seat on the bed. You let out a shaky breath, trying to stay calm; you opened your eyes when you felt his bandaged hand cover yours, making you look up at him and meet his gaze once more. 

"I should be the one comforting you," You muttered out a small laugh, sniffling.

Frodo just gave you a smile, "Please," He spoke softly, "Let me hold you."

#cute #fluff #slight angst #x reader #x gn reader #x you #x y/n #drabble #request #requests open #requested #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings #lotr #frodo #frodo baggins #frodo baggins x reader #frodo baggins x gn reader #frodo baggins x you #frodo baggins x y/n

[frodo-cinnamonroll]

Hi, I am also a Frodo lover and would like to know if you could write an imagine about dating Frodo and thank you for taking the time to read this.

Here Always

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: nothin' but fluff here

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've had a bit of a busy week. I hope you enjoy it. Hopefully the content will make up for my tardiness.

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“Y/N. Y/N.”

You started awake. You hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep. Gandalf stood above you, a hand on your shoulder.

“Gandalf!” you cried, standing. “Oh dear I fell asleep! Is Frodo alright? Has anything happened?”

Gandalf smiled down at you. “Frodo is alright. Elrond has cured him of the wound from the Nazgûl blade. He will be out of his room in a minute.”

You jumped up and gave Gandalf a hug. “Thank you for looking after him. I don’t know what we would do without you.”

Gandalf smiled down at you. “Of course, of course. I must talk with Elrond now, so I will see you later.”

“Alright then. Good day.”

Gandalf nodded and walked off. You paced the floor, looking over the balcony nearby at Rivendell, breathing in the free air. When Frodo had been stabbed by the Nazgûl, Arwen, an elf you had bonded with almost immediately, had taken him to Rivendell in much haste. You had been left behind, since Arwen’s horse couldn’t carry multiple hobbits and an elf. You had been very distraught since then, not attempting to hold back your fear. Strider had led you, Sam, Merry, and Pippin as quickly as you could manage to Rivendell. Ever since you had arrived, you and Sam had hardly slept. You had stayed right by Frodo’s side as long as Elrond would let you. Finally, though, he had asked you to stand out of the way so you had taken a seat on a soft recamier that sat right outside Frodo’s room and, apparently, you had fallen asleep. 

But you were awake now, and all was well now that Frodo was healed. For the first time since your arrival, you were able to take in the beauty of the Hidden Valley. You felt wholly at peace. You rested your chin and arms on the balcony’s edge, closing your eyes and listening to the song of a waterfall not far away.

“Y/N,” a soft voice behind you called.

You whirled around. Frodo stood there, alive and well. A smile was on his face and in his eyes.

“Frodo!” You leapt into his open arms, hugging him as tight as you could without hurting him. “Frodo! I was so frightened when you left! I thought . . . I thought . . .” You could not finish the sentence for you were so overwhelmed with joy that it spilled out of your heart and eyes.

“I am here,” Frodo said, stroking your head. “I shan’t leave you. I will not.”

For a few sweet moments, the two of you held each other in the golden sunlight of the day, not saying anything because nothing needed to be said. Then Sam, Merry, and Pippin ran up and there was much joy in the reunion. Everyone was talking at once, full of merriment and delight. You couldn’t describe how glad you were to see a smile on Frodo’s face again and life in his lovely eyes. His laugh was priceless and endlessly pleasant to listen to. It healed any remnants of fear and doubt that lingered in your heart, filling it (if it was possible) with even more joy. It was then that Frodo spotted Bilbo sitting not far away on a stone bench.

“Bilbo!” Frodo cried, running up to give him a hug.

“Frodo, my lad!” Bilbo said, returning the gesture. “And you too, Y/N. Come on!” He beckoned you to join the hug. You didn’t object.

You had been quite close to Bilbo ever since you and Frodo had started courting. You had loved the old hobbit dearly and you had helped him a lot with his book. You were fascinated by his tales of his adventures and, like Frodo, had secretly wished to go on an adventure of your own some day. That day had come sooner than you had thought, but you weren’t going to complain. Everything was alright and you were happy.

“Come,” Bilbo said at last, “I have things to show you both.” And he led the two of you off.

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You and Frodo spent most of the day with Bilbo. He had made much progress in his book and you were quite delighted to see the beautiful thing. Bilbo also showed you around Rivendell a bit. You saw stunning waterfalls, exquisite marble buildings, and ancient trees. The elves were all very nice but also mysterious, not in a bad way necessarily. You could see some deep meaning in their eyes that seemed beyond your reach of thought, something sad and wise. You didn’t bother much about it though, for you thought it would possibly be thought rude to ask about it if ever you could put it into words.

Towards sunset as the day bid farewell, painting the sky stunning colors, Bilbo left you and Frodo to talk to Gandalf a bit, wherever he might have been. Frodo then offered you his arm and you walked slowly down the paths Bilbo had shown you earlier.

“It has been quite a day,” Frodo said, laying his head on yours which rested on his shoulder.

“Indeed it has,” you said, closing your eyes. “I’m just glad I got to spend it with you.”

“As am I.” Frodo smiled at you, something that filled you with warmth no matter what, and kissed your head so gently you barely felt it.

You reached out your hand and caressed his cheek with the utmost care and then brushed back a rouge hair from his face.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“And I love you, Y/N. More than I can say.” Frodo tenderly pressed his forehead against yours.

“Mr. Frodo!”

You and Frodo suddenly let go and you turned to face Sam who had appeared now in front of you. Frodo’s face flushed and you avoided Sam’s gaze and scuffed a leaf that lay on the ground, smiling.

“Oh . . .” Sam said, scratching his head. “Sorry Mr. Frodo. Begging your pardon, and you too Miss Y/N. I didn’t mean to interrupt—”

“What is it, Sam?” Frodo asked.

“Well, I was just going to say that Pippin told me that Bilbo told him that tonight the elves are hosting a feast in your honor. There’s going to be singing and dancing and lots of food. It’ll be a jolly good time! I best get ready now.” With that Sam went off and disappeared.

“Singing and dancing,” you said, looking at Frodo. “Sounds to me like a good time. I wonder how elvish parties compare to our hobbit ones?”

“I guess we will find out,” Frodo said. You took his arm again and then you headed off. The sun lowered below the mountains just then, and many torches were lit simultaneously. You could see shapes of elves and other figures making their way towards the Hall of Fire, where the banquet was to be held.

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It was a good time indeed. There were foods of the like which you had never seen before that had wonderful tastes. Everything was delicious. Elrond, Strider, Arwen, Gandalf, and all the hobbits were present along with many elves and even some people from other lands. You had heard whispers of some council being held the next day but Gandalf wouldn’t tell you anything. You didn’t fret too much and decided to enjoy the night. 

After the feast finished, everyone migrated to the central part of the Hall where many fires were lit. The walls glowed subtle orange like that of clay or rust with flickers of flashing yellow. Immediately, some of the elves started singing in their tongue a song of days long past. You and Frodo sat on a small couch-like seat along the wall and watched them. As they sang, though you knew not what they said, you could see in your mind oceans and mountains, plains and forests, elves dancing, beasts roaming, and silver stars lighting an endless night. For some reason you did not understand, it brought tears to your eyes and try as you might, you couldn’t hold them back. Frodo put his arm around you and you leaned into him, smiling. The elves sang many songs, some sad and sweet, some lively and filled with laughter.

A good while passed and you and Frodo were watching everything intently and full of wonder. Finally, Strider stood with Arwen and the elves formed a ring around them with their partners. The ones playing the instruments began a calm and happy song that started out slow at first. As Arwen and Strider gilded flawlessly over the floor, they beckoned you to join the company.

“Come,” Strider said as they passed by. “Come, both of you, and join the dance.”

“I do not prefer to dance in front of so many,” you said.

“It is a blessed dance,” Arwen replied. “You will be glad for it.”

“Would it be alright if we just sat here?” Frodo asked meekly.

“Come! Join us!” Strider beckoned again.

You looked at Frodo whose face was as indecisive as you felt. He met your gaze and Strider bade you both to join them again. Some of the other elves insisted too.

“Let us see how the halflings meet the music,” they said.

Finally, you gave way. Frodo stood and held out his hand and you took it. The ring of elves parted to allow the two of you into the middle. Frodo guided you to the middle where Strider and Arwen were swaying in perfect rhythm. They seemed to be anticipating a change in the song. Frodo held your hands in his own and glanced around unsure of what to do next.

“I am not entirely sure what we are doing, exactly,” Frodo whispered to you.

“Neither am I,” you whispered back.

“Follow where the music leads,” Arwen called. “Move your feet and the song will take care of the rest.”

You started out like Strider and Arwen, moving slowly and staying in step, but just as you had presumed, the music began to quicken. Arwen and Strider moved quicker but not less smoothly. You and Frodo followed, quickening your steps. The elves were happy that you had joined and were comfortable enough to do such a daring thing. They cared less whether or not your movement was pleasurable. Suddenly, the music took a leap and those around you started clapping in rhythm. The instruments sang louder and faster now.

“Let us show them how hobbits meet music,” Frodo said with a smile. He didn’t seem as nervous now. You weren’t either, only a little.

You grinned. “Shall we?”

All in one moment, you and Frodo picked up your pace, dancing in brilliant hobbit fashion. You both were rather used to moving with fast-paced music, as was tradition at most parties. The two of you skipped around and laughed as you did. Frodo twirled you and led you steadily through. All that were watching were delighted, but especially Sam, Merry, and Pippin who almost joined in themselves. More took part in the clapping and Arwen and Strider stepped out of the circle to give the two of you space. The song was ever heightening and quickening. Soon, you thought your feet barely touched the floor, but Frodo made sure neither of you fell. Finally, the song came to its end with a sudden leap and everyone clapped. Frodo laughed and you couldn’t stop smiling from the exuberance of it all.

“Halflings can meet the music indeed!” Aragorn said, patting Frodo on the shoulder.

“I hope we did not disappoint,” Frodo said.

“No, you went beyond expectation, Mr. Underhill. A fine couple the two of you make.”

You looked away bashfully and Frodo smiled, looking down. Frodo then gave you his arm and led you off the dancing floor.

“That was something,” you said at last, sitting down.

“Indeed. It wasn’t too much to ask, I hope?” Frodo said.

“Oh, no. In front of so many people is slightly uncomfortable, but someone once said that there are better things than being comfortable. I guess it is good to do something you normally wouldn’t every now and then, don’t you think?”

“Yes.” Frodo looked at the arched doorway of the Hall of Fire. Night was full and the moon was high. “I would like to walk out there tonight. Would you like to come?”

“Of course,” you said, standing. “I don’t want to leave your side again.”

Frodo put his arm around you and the two of you disappeared unnoticed, at least, you thought you were unnoticed, but the others let you be, smiling at your tender affection. You and Frodo walked much like you had earlier that day, with your head on his shoulder, taking in the beauty of it all. And the night was beautiful indeed. Other than the elves singing, there were the waterfalls and crickets. Everything was brushed gently in the moon and starlight. Everything felt peaceful, as if nothing was wrong in the world. Of course, you knew that wasn’t true, but in Rivendell it was, and you were wholly content to be with Frodo. You wanted nothing else, and that much you made rather plain. You noticed now that Frodo was looking at you.

“Is . . . is something on your mind Y/N?” he asked quietly.

“Nothing much, really,” you said. “I love this place, Rivendell. Bilbo was right, it is magnificent. It is wonderful but more than that, I am glad you are here and are well. I’ve never known such fear and loneliness as when you left, but I also have never known such joy and gratitude as when you came back. You mean more to me than I could properly describe and I hope you know that.”

“I do,” Frodo said. “I do know it and I love you for it. I love you the same, though I am no poet. I wouldn’t ask for another, Y/N. I never would. Whether we go home after this, or something other, I want you to know that I am extremely thankful that you are here. I want you here always. I want to be here always.”

“And I will be here always,” you said, smiling. “I mean that as a promise, Mr. Underhill.”

“Then I double the promise,” Frodo said, holding you in his arms. “I shall be here always.”

#frodo x reader #frodo baggins #frodo x you #lotr fanfic #lord of the rings #lord of the rings fanfiction #hobbit x reader #hobbits #lotr x reader #rivendell #fanfic #requested #requested fic #lotr fluff #fluffy fic

[halfelven]

Legolas sits with hair undone. Rain falls on the window, heavy enough to disguise the world behind entirely. The diamond panes of glass look out upon a river. This river will fall to the land, will join the Bruinen, will to flow to the sea. He has never seen the sea. But Aragorn has told him how the great waves rise and fall, and crash and break on the earth. How nothing else sounds like it. How it could drive you mad, with want or love, or fear.

Aragorn isn’t afraid of the sea. He isn’t afraid of death either. He brought Legolas pieces of sea glass — a treasure. Legolas put them in a glass bowl on his windowsill.

‘Have you ever seen the sea?’ he asks Bilbo Baggins, who once lived in his house, although they never met. That was before Aragorn and the sea glass.

‘No,’ Bilbo says. ‘But I will someday. I’ve promised myself that.’

Legolas nods. The ring once lived in his house too. He didn’t feel it. He doesn’t feel it when Frodo carries it either. He hasn’t asked anyone else if they do or don’t. He thinks it might make Gandalf feel strange, but he doesn’t dare ask.

‘What else did you promise yourself?’ Legolas asks. He rests his chin on his drawn up knees. Bilbo sits quite close to the fire, and he has a green blanket over his lap. He is old. Younger than Legolas in years, but older than him in every way that matters.

‘That I would see my Frodo again,’ Bilbo says. ‘That we’d have a happy ending.’

‘How do you promise a happy ending?’ he asks. Death is strange and far away. But it always seems sad.

Bilbo looks at the fire, and Legolas looks at the window.

‘It has to be,’ Bilbo says. ‘All the best stories end that way. Or, well, my favourites do.’

‘I don’t like thinking of endings,’ Legolas says.

‘That’s because you’re an elf.’

Legolas does not disagree with Bilbo. He hugs his knees and rocks back and forth, humming. The melody is like the rain, and not like the sea. The sea he can hear in the shell Aragorn brought him.

‘I’ll see it too someday,’ he says.

Bilbo looks at him. ‘A happy ending?’

‘The sea, and no endings.’

‘Every story ends somewhere, Thranduilion.’

‘I know,’ Legolas says, but he counts death as violence. Bilbo can count death as peace. ‘I’ve heard that all water runs to the sea.’

‘Yes, but not all find it.’

The rain thins. Legolas can see the world outside again. A crow flies to a white pine. Water runs slowly down the window.

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[torchwood-99]

Merry: Pippin, I'm sad.

Pippin: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Sam: Mr Frodo, I'm sad.

Frodo, nodding: mood.

#lord of the rings #lotr #Merry Brandybuck #Pippin Took #Samwise Gamgee #Sam Gamgee #Frodo Baggins #incorrect quotes #source: incorrect quotes generator

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 22 - Keep it down

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You sat in your seedy motel room. Your eyes rolled as heard the groans and screams coming from the other room,  you banged on the wall. “keep it the fuck down“ you yelled.

A voice boomed “Make us bitch.”

You downed your drink and went next door and banged as loudly as you could, the door swung open and a large bald man stood naked in front of you.

“I said keep it the fuck down” you scowled.

He laughed “What are you going to do about it?” he taunted looking you up and down “You know you could join us, looks like you use a good fuck” his grin made you sick.

You kicked him in the balls and elbowed him in the back of the head while he was hunched over.

“No thanks, as loud as she was screaming I could tell she was faking it.” and you walked off leaving the lady screaming.

You gathered your stuff together and drove to the next motel hoping to get some silence.

You drew the blinds, grabbed your bottle of tequila, and started on your research again. You had now lost count of the rituals you had done,  the books on hell you had read, and even books on ancient cultures that had dabbled in the resurrection of the dead. You know these were all stupid,  but you were desperate. The scars on your arms with all the blood you had used just showed how desperate you were.

A knock came at the door but you ignored it. You continued reading your books. Another knock came at the door.

“Fuck off “ you yelled and continued setting up your spell.

When the knock came a third time you stomped over to the door and flung it open pointing your gun in the face of Bobby.

“Well kiddo nice to see you too” he smiled.

He stepped into the room and hugged you tight. “I love you y/n but you could really do with a shower” he looked around the room taking it all in.

“What are you doing here Bobby?” you asked rolling the sleeves of your jumper down your arm when you saw him staring at them.

“Well you know we were in the neighbourhood“ he shrugged.

“Sam and I” Bobby nodded towards the door and Sam entered the room.

“Hey Frodo” he smiled.

But you crossed your arms and glared at him.

“What do you want? I'm busy” you stated and turned your back on him.

“Busy making deals with the devil” Sam scoffed.

“What's that meant to mean?“ you shot back trying to hide the fact you were caught out.

“Y/n we know “Bobby sighed “We know what you've been up too”

“yea well don't worry about it it didn't work” tears streamed down your face. “I've tried everything Bobby and Dean still isn't back” Slumping in a chair and taking a large swig from your bottle,

“About that” Sam stated “something worked”

But before you could reply Dean burst through the door and stomped over to you.

Grabbing your jumper he yelled, “What did you do?”

you stared eyes wide.

“Tell me,  what the hell did you do Y/n?” he shouted again his face red with anger.

“I..I” you stuttered in shock.

“Dean” Bobby grabbed his arms off you but as soon as Dean let go you launched at him with your knife.

Sam and Bobby grabbled you and held you on the ground and as you kicked and screamed out the words to an exorcism. Bobby tried to calm you “Y/n it's him, I promise it's him”

When you stooped kicking Sam held out his hand to help you up but you threw him a dirty look and took Bobby's instead.

“Why did you do it Y/n?” Dean asked.

“ I didn't” you argued back.

“Well, the room seems to say something else” Dean spat pointing around.

“For months I have tried getting you back,  I tried everything,  from selling my soul to offering my blood but no one wanted to deal with me, so this wasn't me” you screamed back.

I was without you for months and all I could think about was the torture you were being put through I couldn't let you go through it, but I'm sorry this wasn't me, I let you down Dean” you resigned in guilt. “I'm sorry I failed you” you whispered bowing your head.

“It’s okay Y/n I believe you, you...” but was cut off when you threw water on his face.

“Come on” he yelled rubbing the water off his face “Really? Are you all going to do this?”

“Sorry force of habit” you smiled at him shrugging.

Dean threw Sam and Bobby a glare when he heard them laughing.

“So if it wasn't any of us that got you out, how did you?” you asked.

“Well, that's the question,” Dean asked.

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OOF! That was rough! @lisellelascelles I hope you're proud of yourself. 🤣 Seriously though thank you for the prompt! And let me know if you were looking for something other than Bagginshield.

It Was Only a Dream

Pairing: Bagginshield

Type of Trick: Unrequited Pining

Warnings: Angst, Canonical Character Death

Word Count: 733

Bilbo had thought after everything that had happened, things would have ended differently for him. There had been the hug after he had saved Thorin’s life, the look and nod after vouching for him in Laketown, and of course the mithril that Balin had let slip exactly the worth of such a gift. Surely it had to mean something? Bilbo’s heart ached for it to mean something beyond friendship. Yet that was the word Thorin kept repeating. 

Perhaps he had only been deluding himself. Falling for a pair of blue eyes and a singing voice that had him sprinting out his door in the first place. Thorin had always made it very clear he didn’t want him. The disdain and contempt that rolled off him through the first leg of their journey should have been more than enough of a hint. However, once he had proved himself there had been a change in Thorin, and that was the part that was most painful to acknowledge. The sheer undeniable hope that had surged in Bilbo that he could get Thorin back his home, and the dwarf king would hold Bilbo in the same regard. Yet now, standing before the throne of Erebor, Bilbo didn’t know why he ever thought something so outlandish.

“Master Baggins,” Thorin remarked kindly. “My Burglar, my dear friend.”

Bilbo felt his ears wiggle in delight at the term ‘my’ coming from Thorin’s lips.

“May we part in friendship. I forgive any and all transgressions you’ve made against Erebor, and grant you leave of anything you desire in the treasury. To take back to your books, your gardens, your armchair. Truly if more people valued home above gold, the world would be a merrier place.”

Bilbo stood there completely flummoxed even as something familiar niggled at the back of his mind.

“Wait! So…that’s it then? I just…I thought…”

Thorin tilted his head to the side as his eyebrows pulled together. “Haven’t you thought of nothing but your Bag End and your warm bed?”

“Well, I…yes…but…”

“Bilbo…” Thorin soothed with his deep melodic voice. “You don’t belong here. You’ll be nothing but a burden.”

“Thorin, please, let me just…”

“This gold is minnnnnee…”

Bilbo sat up in bed, his heavy breathing filling the quiet of the dark room. Bilbo fought the covers to light a candle, letting it reveal his bedroom in Bag End. Bilbo let his head flop backwards as he sucked in a deep breath. A dream. It was just a dream. He rubbed his hands down his face. What a terrible way to remember his friend. He couldn’t rest like this. He ought to pen Thorin a letter asking to visit Erebor soon. After all, the real Thorin wouldn’t deny him a visit, even if his feelings weren’t returned. 

Bilbo fought his way to his feet. His joints feeling stiff despite working perfectly well. However, just before his feet hit the ground, a realization occurred that somehow managed to punch the air right out of his lungs. He couldn’t write Thorin a letter. He could never write Thorin again. Thorin wasn’t in Erebor living his days as king. Thorin was dead.

A strangled sound managed to gurgle its way out of Bilbo’s throat before he was sobbing right there in his bed. He couldn’t remember being this distraught in a long time. However, there was something more painful in never knowing if his feelings would have been returned. To have been rejected was one thing, to live without the only person he’s ever loved…

“Uncle Bilbo?”

Bilbo sucked in a breath at the sleepy voice in the doorway. He hastily wiped at his eyes.

“Yes, lad. What is it?” He snapped.

Frodo stood there dumbfounded for a moment. “You were crying.”

Bilbo heaved a deep sigh as he slowly lifted his head to meet his younger cousin’s steady gaze with a weak smile.

“My dreams were poor. That’s all. May you find better ones.”

Frodo hesitated for a little while longer before nodding his head and leaving with a soft ‘good night Uncle’. Bilbo sat there a little longer in his pity before deciding to follow his own advice and chase after better dreams. He blew out his candle, tucking himself back in, and pulling out his ring as he traced the smooth piece of gold. The only treasure he could find solace in after his little tragic adventure.

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Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 11

Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 11

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search , @frodo-sam ,  @becauseofthebowties , @stanfordsweater , 

Wordcount: 1435

Chapter  11

Jonah was swinging in his little portable baby swing in the mess hall while Dean cooked dinner. Addie walked in as Dean was flipping the steaks on the pan.

“Hey, Addie! Glad you’re back,” Dean said with a grin.

She took a dramatic bow, laughing softly. “Thank you, thank you.”

“No worse for the wear, I hope?”

“I’m good,” she assured him.

“Thank you for doing that,” Dean added.”For helping me try.”

Addie slid up next to Dean, close enough to put her arm around him in a little side hug. “You’re welcome. It was worth a shot. Would have been epic if it had worked out.”

“You got that right,” Dean said. Addie crouched down to snatch Jonah from his swing. 

"He sure likes his Aunt Addie," Dean said as she fussed over the baby, bouncing him lightly in her arms.

"Well, I'm madly in love with him," she said with a grin.

"About that," Dean said, his tone prompting Addie to meet his gaze. "Jonah's routine would be hardly recognizable without you here. It's not hard to see I don't do well with sitting on the sidelines, and obviously I'm a bit of a mess over it.

It just … it means a lot to me that you’ve been so great with him."

"I'm happy to do it," Addie said, smiling at him. "If you can't tell this has actually been a really nice break away from work and my usual day to day."

Dean glanced at her while reaching for a plate. "Yeah, well, our day to day is weird enough most people would run away." He winked at her and she laughed softly. "You know, I think all this has made me appreciate on some level how hard it must have been for our dad when our mom died," he admitted.

"Yeah?" Addie said, watching him as he worked in the kitchen.

Dean washed his hands in the sink, and for a moment Addie thought he'd decided against sharing more, but then started talking again.

"Sam was just a baby when it happened…. I'm sure he's told you." He glanced up long enough to acknowledge Sam with a nod as he walked into the Mess Hall, but otherwise continued on. "I don't know, having two kids and going at it alone like Dad did while he was still grieving? I can't imagine anything being harder than that. If he'd had help - someone around to make sure he wasn't slacking off on some of the father stuff, I don't know … things might've been different."

"You haven't been slacking off," Addie assured him, throwing finger quotes up with one hand. "You're a great father, Dean. Jonah is a lucky little boy to have you. He was born into a really special family."

"As far as Dad goes," Sam added, joining the conversation. 

"You shouldn't have had to, Dean, but you stepped up to help and lighten the load. And I turned out just fine, thank you very much."

A smile tugged at the corner of Dean's mouth as he went to the fridge to retrieve the steak sauce.

"And Jonah's mom is coming home. Soon," Addie reiterated.

Dean chewed his lip as he considered her. He hoped she was right about that.

You had eaten dinner at a fast-food joint and positioned yourself to watch the witch’s shop again that evening. It was around sundown and you sat wondering how you were going to know when the time came to do something more. If Dean and Sam had been with you, the three of you would have stormed the shop by now, but solo hunting changed everything. Still, you couldn’t help feel the pressure mounting. You’d have to do something soon.

Dean called to check in as you were in the middle of your existential hunter’s crisis.

“What are you up to?” he asked.

“Just watching the shop,” you said with a sigh. “That’s all I do, really. I watch. And I wait. But I’m honestly not sure what I’m waiting for.” Then, just because you really needed to change the subject you said, “How’s my little JoJo?”

“He’s gassy,” Dean said.

The answer was so absurd and the timing so perfect you couldn’t help but laugh into the phone. You suspected Dean knew that’s exactly what you needed right now. He always knew somehow, and you heard him chuckling softly on the other line.

“He’s good,” he reassured you. “And he hasn’t asked me for the car keys yet, so there’s that.”

“He better not,” you said with a grin, playing along. Just then you saw the shop doors open and three demons exited the building. You narrowed your eyes as you watched. Two of them walked twenty yards away and climbed into a dark colored SUV that was parked on the side of the road. The third set off on foot in the opposite direction. It was the first time you’d seen that many of them leave the building at once.

You hadn't seen the witch come out of the building, which meant she was still inside.

You’d never seen more than three demons together around the shop, so even if there was one or two inside you were unaware of, you liked your odds.

This could be it, you thought. This could be my chance at getting to her.

“Dean, honey, I’ve gotta go. Her cronies are leaving and she’s still inside. If I don’t go now I could miss my chance.…”

“Wait, what?” Dean’s voice was desperate, even as he realized you were right.

“She’s growing her numbers. I don’t know what she has planned, but it can’t be good. I can’t stand by and watch while she has the demons possessing sick people in the hospital and walking them out the doors.”

Dean didn’t have the time or the words to talk you out of it.

“I’m going in,” you added hastily. “I love you, Winchester.”

"Sweetheart-"

As you disconnected the call you hoped you were doing the right thing, but the time for debating your options had passed. The witch had evaded your family for long enough. It was time to make her answer for her crimes against the Winchesters.

Dean stared blankly at his phone’s screen for a heartbeat before turning on his heel to head for the nursery.

Sam was sitting with his long legs stretched out in front of him on the floor, a book in hand, while Addie held Jonah in her arms in the rocking chair when Dean burst through the door.

Sam looked up, a little startled, stopping mid-sentence. "What's wrong?" he asked, seeing the urgency in his brother's eyes.

"I'm doing it. I'm going."

Sam got to his feet then, setting the book on the top of the bookcase. "But the witch will see you coming."

"Doesn't matter. She thinks the witch is alone and she's going in after her as we speak. At this point the witch thinking I'm on my way is just a good distraction from what's really about to go down. But I'm not just going to sit here and wait to hear-"

"Okay, okay," Sam cut in to save Dean from having to justify his decision with a fear-fueled rant. "I get it. I do. Did you at least tell her you're coming?"

"Nope. Going anyway." Dean glanced at Jonah who was happily lounging in Addie's arms.

"Do you both need to go?" Addie suggested. "It's okay. I can watch over-"

But Dean was shaking his head. "If this goes south," he said directly to Sam, "I can't have you anywhere near it." He didn't have to add the implied, 'You'll be raising my son' for Sam to know what he meant by that.

Sam held Dean's gaze, nodding.

"We've got him," Addie assured Dean, knowing he was hesitant to leave Jonah. She got to her feet and approached Dean, holding Jonah up for him to take.

Dean shifted Jonah into his own arms, tucking his face down to breathe in Jonah's sweet baby smell before he kissed him softly on the head. "Be good, kiddo. Daddy's going to help your mom. Be back soon."

He handed Jonah back to Addie and then gave her a grateful kiss on the cheek.

Sam thumped Dean in the back with a hand as he hugged him tight. "Don't worry about him. We've got things handled here. 

You get to her fast and then get back here safe."

Dean nodded, giving one last longing glance toward his son and his brother before he walked out.

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