#Frodo this Sam that PIPPIN is my forever hobbit

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Hii! Congrats on 50 followers!!! 💜 for the prompts list thing, could you do like. Any of them with Pippin? also the forehead touch prompt is so cute please I can’t 😭

I don't often have ideas for Pippin, so this was a treat to write! Just for everyone to know, I'm not answering requests in order. This just happened to be the quickest one to write. Since I had my pick of prompts, I decided to do one I didn't think would get much attention. I hope you like it!

10. Piggyback Rides

Warnings: Very brief insecurity

Word Count: 0.7k

Burden - Peregrin Took

Boromir had been your friend ever since he had helped you become a member of the King's—or the Steward's, you supposed—Guard. His perseverance paid off, as you were now one of the most capable guards and most loyal to him. You were honored to be asked to accompany him to the meeting in Rivendell.

That was where you first met the Hobbits. Your first impression was that, well, they were awfully small. You could tell that Boromir shared your concern for their safety. It was difficult to not view them as children, and you wondered how on earth you were going to keep the poor little lads safe when so many things threatened you all. So you resolved to do anything you could to keep them up on their strength and their fighting prowess.

You had an especially soft spot for Peregrin, or Pippin, as he called himself. He was the youngest of the group, and you couldn't help but be especially fond of him and his antics. Gandalf always rolled his eyes when you shot him looks for his poor treatment of the kid, but he always eased up afterward. You supposed that was part of the reason he kept quiet on this particular occasion.

The others, however, did not.

"It's unwise to expend your energy in such a way, mellon nin," Legolas pointed out as you once again readjusted Pippin as he rode on your back.

"Aye, he's right," Gimli agreed. "He's got his own legs, y'know."

"He's tired," you argued. "We've been sword training. Not to mention, his legs are much shorter than ours, you can't expect him to keep up without a little extra help."

"The others seem to be getting on just fine," Aragorn pointed out, but his smile betrayed his thoughts on the matter.

"Well, I'll carry the others as well, if they want," you said stubbornly.

"I'll carry two and you carry two," Boromir said, chuckling but clearly serious.

"That's alright," Frodo interjected.

"I wouldn't be opposed," Merry commented, and Sam bumped him with his elbow. "It's not necessary, though."

You thought it was strange how quiet Pip was on the matter. He was quite the chatterbox, most of the time. Perhaps he was just embarrassed.

"He's fallen asleep," Boromir leaned over to whisper to you, a smile clear in his voice.

"Aw," you cooed, now extra careful to avoid jostling him more than necessary.

"You cannae do that forever, lass," Gimli warned you.

"Ah, but each time I do, I get a little stronger, so perhaps one day I can," you suggested brightly.

"It's a good thing I've practiced for this," you said with glee, teeth chattering as the fellowship traversed the treacherous mountain pass. You and Boromir had stayed true to your word, and Aragorn had joined your little pact. You carried Pippin still, Aragorn carrying Sam and Frodo, one on each arm, and Boromir holding onto Merry.

"You can put me down as soon as you're able," Pippin said suddenly. "You must be getting tired, and I—I can make it on my own."

"Nonsense, little one," you said, the cold making it hard to hold a smile, however much you wanted to. "I could carry you to the ends of the earth under one arm."

"I just don't want to burden you."

You tilted your head down, finding a temporary respite from the wind by setting your forehead against his. "You could never burden me, Pippin.

"I'm just trying to help you do the great things I know you can do." You weren't quite sure what those things were yet, but if there was one thing you learned growing up, it was that a little encouragement never hurt anyone. "But if you want to walk by yourself, I'll set you down as soon as the snow is shallow enough. Unless you have the elven secret to floating atop it?"

Pippin laughed, his wind-bitten cheeks a frosty red. "Not yet, but I'll try to figure it out."

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[pipe-weeds]

-ˏˋ 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐟𝐭. 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬.

✧ ˖ ° in other words, the little things he does that make your heart flutter. includes mostly fluff and some angst. posted april 1, edited april 20.

⋆ ˚ ✦ a/n - first time writing for lotr (also requests are open)!!! i just watched the movies, and i love them!!! frodo and pippin have my heart!

Most of the time, Frodo just wants to feel your touch, eager to feel any semblance of a former life.  He often keeps his hands busy, fiddling with the ring in his pocket or biting on his fingernails.  Frodo loves having your hand in his, with it being a constant reassurance that everything will be alright.

Moreover, Frodo likes when you play with his hair.  Whenever the two of you have a moment to rest, you often find yourself braiding his curly locks and daydreaming out loud.  He tells you stories Bilbo told him as a child (more specifically, the reclaiming of Erebor, with the omission of Bilbo’s wildly exaggerated details) while you languidly twirl his hair around your finger, enjoying one of the few and rare moments of tranquility.

The other hobbits relentlessly tease Frodo about his profound admiration towards you.  Frodo talks about you to anyone willing to listen (usually Samwise Gamgee) and rambles about you in journals.  While Merry playfully teases Frodo for his lovesick ramblings, Sam thinks they’re romantic.

Whenever you and Frodo have a moment to rest, he finds solace in your company, content with simple silence.  Above all else, Frodo simply enjoys your presence; the thought of you alone soothes him and puts his mind at ease.

Most nights end with being in each other’s arms, huddled against him for warmth, as he lulls you to sleep with a Hobbit lullaby from his childhood.  It’s difficult to sleep on a bed of rocks and without soft sheets, but there’s some comfort found in Frodo’s words.  However, not all nights are as serene and quiet; there are nights you and Frodo remain restless and converse for hours, reminiscing about better times.  Yet, no matter how melancholy you may be, those nights always end in the same way: Frodo peppering kisses all over your cheeks and whispers of I love you.

With each step toward Mordor, memories of the Shire grow fainter.  As a ringbearer, the stark possibility of death looms over his mind, haunting him as a nightmare does to one in slumber.  To him, it’s inevitable. In return, he never passes up the opportunity to express his admiration, realizing that every moment with you might be his last.

Frodo knows you better than you know yourself.  The hobbit is a great listener; he memorizes the little and nonsensical things like your favorite flower, food, and color.

He’s also attentive and catches on to your emotions quickly.  If you’re feeling downhearted, Frodo will lend his ears and listen, helping to quell the unease inside you.

Despite the circumstances, you always bring a smile to Frodo’s face.  Your companionship makes Frodo easily forget about the ring around his neck and the horrors you’ve faced since the departure from Bag End.  In his eyes, you’re a gift from the heavens, and he’s forever grateful that you’ve chosen to stay by his side.

#🌱 - fics #frodo x reader #frodo baggins x reader #lotr x reader #lord of the rings x reader #frodo x you #frodo baggins x you #lotr x you #lord of the rings x you

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i showed LOTR to my baby sisters for the first time and here’s how it went (in order, from FOTR to ROTK)

so we have C, 9 years old; and N, 12 years old

C is 100% an Aragorn girl, but she couldn’t remember his name so she called him Aaron

N is head over heels for Legolas (”How can someone be so BEAUTIFUL?”)

they feel quite sad for gollum and think that frodo should pet him on the head

“merry and pippin are only here to get in trouble”

which one is saruman and which one is sauron?

favorite quotes “nice crispy bacon” and “we mussssst staaaarve”

later on also “they trickssssed usss!” (they’re only learning english at school so i’m amazed that they already caught on gollum’s weird pronunciation)

they absolutely DIED of laughter at low opacity elrond (”it looks like a music video!”)

both are concerned with the lack of girl characters!

when gandalf was imprisoned at the top of saruman’s tower, C was chanting “just jump!”

N says frodo has absolute main character energy

orcs are “those ugly pigs”

end of FOTR when sam jumps into the water to go after frodo, N screamed in total anguish WHY ARE THEY ALL DYING

whenever someone is close to the ring or frodo is tempted, they yell NO

at one point they also yelled SAM STOP HIM

“sam and frodo love each other very much”

“how did they find so many real tiny people?” (bilbo’s bday party) “Or did they just find one very very tall man?” (gandalf)

legolas is obviously a better boyfriend choice because aragorn is 87 and already has 2 girlfriends

legolas is a disney princess

treebeard is like if gandalf was a tree

(battle of helms deep) C, very aggressively: i would simply CUT OFF ALL THEIR HEADS

is haldir the brother of legolas?? IS HE DYING FOR FOREVER?!

are ents real trees or they just found very huge people and dressed them up as trees

merry is a baby

“THEY’RE SO CUTE” (they = 4 hobbits)

absolutely sobbing at “i can carry you”

gradually beginning to dislike gollum and they were so done when he appeared again at mt doom

screaming crying at legolas’ oliphaunt sequence and at “I AM NO MAN”

blowing kisses to Aragorn on screen

faramir is THE BOROMIR’S BROTHER???

rolling on the floor laughing at all gimli/legolas  banter and their kill count

the new favorite character.....drumroll please..... (after aragorn and legolas)....is PIPPIN

crying when frodo  and gandalf go to undying lands

“i know frodo is suffering but...he could have stayed just a bit longer?”

they loved it overall, wasn’t too scary, can’t wait to watch again

already using some quotes on a daily basis

i’m the proudest big sis lol :’)

@starlady66 @lazyoswald @elrondscalaquendi @thesolarangel @entishramblings @oldmanwithashield @friendofthefellowship yall might enjoy this dumbassery

#lotr shitpost #lotr memes #lord of the rings #LOTR meta #jrr tolkien #gandalf #aragorn #legolas #sam and frodo #merry and pippin #from my pocketses

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Discord Highlights: Hobbit Babies

This discussion got very chaotic very quickly lol but I've done my best to sort it all by category. Enjoy!

Topic One: Sam's Kids

InvisibleWashboard:

If I’m allowing myself the privilege of indulging in AU where Frodo doesn’t leave, I often imagine Elanor calls him [Fro]. But she is the only one who is allowed to.

meg is me:

"Fwo" Frodo, lifting a cup in his hand: "throw?" "No! Fwo!"

novelmonger:

I've been imagining Elanor calling him "Unca Fodo."

And then there's "Unca Mewwy" and "Pip-Pip." (Pippin tries to get her to call him Uncle too, but it doesn't work. He's not Unc-y enough 😂)

InvisibleWashboard:

Stop it I’m dying from cuteness.

meg is me:

Can you imagine when elanor was born and sam was like all tender and amazed and he was like "lets call him frodo" and rosie was like. She's a girl, Sam And Sam was like..... so excited to name his son frodo that he forgot it might not be a son XD

Me:

I love that he canonically didn’t even consider that she MIGHT be a girl until she came out as one 🤣🤣 “We were all set to name him Frodo! But, well, ah. He’s a she. :-C”

meg is me:

I love sam Bless sam

I desperately hope that Sam's son Bilbo was 10x worthy of the name 😂

Me:

Bilbo Gamgee was an utter gremlin

Writing Valkyrie:

He just recites poetry to get out of punishment. Sometimes it works.

meg is me:

"First he's robbing the pantry. Next he'll be robbing dragons- THAT'S MY WEDDING RING"

Me:

Bilbo Jr. tells his friends about how he, too, won his ring in a game of wits against a nasty, ugly creature while Sam is over there waiting for him to give his wedding band back like >:-C

meg is me:

Better yet His older siblings And they half believe him because quote "Daddy is rather ugly" and Elanor gets SO offended on dear old Sam's behalf

Elanor could be overheard hugging her dad and saying "don't worry you're very handsome" Sam just laughs

Me:

“Well your mother thinks I’m handsome, and that’s all that matters ;-)” Cue the chorus of “EWWW”

Windmill to the Stars:

100% something my dad would say XD

meg is me:

It's split between ewwww and awwww Bby frodo ships his dad and mom so hard and is ecstatic to learn that they have in fact gotten married to each other

Me:

“So you’ll be together?? FOREVER??” “Indeed we will, lad!” “8-D”

Frodo Jr. ships his mom and dad almost as hard as his namesake did

InvisibleWashboard:

So Frodo-lad is not the little boy who is disappointed when he learns he can’t marry Rosie when he grows up, but was baby Elanor initially devastated when Rosie had to tell her, “You can’t marry Sam-dad love, he’s already married to me.”??

Me:

Oh my word I love that ahaha Elanor is 100% a daddy's girl

Windmill to the Stars:

In the epilogue she calls him "Sam-dad"

InvisibleWashboard:

Sam-dad and Rose-mum just absolutely freaking melts my heart every time I think about it. I don’t know why.

meg is me:

He loves his family so so much

Me:

See I know it says in the epilogue that Frodo Jr. is the spitting image of Sam, but part of me can’t help imagining that he looks like Elijah Wood’s Frodo… Brown curly hair and all that

meg is me:

Speaking of facts disproved by the appendices but true in my bones Merry and Pippin Gamgee are twins

Me:

oh my word I love that

InvisibleWashboard:

I like that this is true in your bones and not in your heart. Because the heart is fickle and can be changed by things like canon. Bones are more stubborn. Sometimes not even canon can break them.

meg is me:

I adore that they aren't named Meriadoc and Peregrin but rather Merry and Pippin Sam took his dad's advice to heart- if you give them a short name you don't need to worry about nicknames Guess old Gaffer learned from needing to shorten his son's names to Ham, Sam, etc

Me:

“I’m not giving my boys those fru-fru gentlehobbit names, they’ll have short names like sensible folk”

meg is me:

Pippin casually mentions to Sam if it's a boy maybe we'll name him Aragorn Strider Elessar, Gorn for short And sam is an inch away from taking custody of Pippin's unborn child

Me:

HAHAHA PIPPIN NO

Topic Two: Merry's Kids

InvisibleWashboard:

I head canon Merry being that way with his kids only he desperately wants a girl so he can name her Eowyn.

meg is me:

Merry has Boromir, Eomer, and like 3 other sons before baby Eowyn comes into the world

Me:

Would Merry even feel worthy of naming a son Theoden?? I feel like he’d want to, but…

meg is me:

Ok but bby Theo With his little curls

InvisibleWashboard:

Theodoc.

meg is me:

Theodocuments

Me:

THEODOC I LOVE IT NO LISTEN I AM 100% ADOPTING THEODOC INTO MY BELIEF SYSTEM ‘CAUSE IT JUST F I T S

Windmill to the Stars:

Part of me wants Merry to half-jokingly ship his daughter Eowyn with Faramir Took. Partially just so he and Pip can share grandkids

Me:

There’s no canon evidence that to disprove that some OTHER pair of their children ended up getting married! X-D

Topic Three: Pippin's Kids

meg is me:

I wrote a fic where Pip had a daughter named Sable because my best friend at the time was named Sable and the only place the word sable was found in lotr was in regards to Pip's tower guard uniform

Me:

That's so sweet oh my word

meg is me:

Pippin in many ways will never mature and I love him for it I'm still stuck on him and diamond naming their kids the most obscure things after Merry stole all the Friend Names besides Faramir The tooks already sound Outlandish

Pippin and diamond would be that couple who wants to choose Unique baby names but their friends keep reining them in "Let's name him TREEBEARD" "hmm and Enta for a girl" Sam: do you HEAR YOURSELVES

Windmill to the Stars:

What nickname would Pippin give to his son Faramir?

Kasey Gondor:

Furry

Me:

Progressively shortened more and more until it’s just “Ra”

InvisibleWashboard:

Faramir refuses any and all nicknames anyone attempts to give him ever.

Windmill to the Stars:

Faramir is "Me, an Intellectual" from an early age XD

meg is me:

He started "courting" lil Goldilocks at age 7 and Sam wants to be mad but it reminds him so much of him and Rosie that he lets Faramir Took pick the flowers from his garden to give to his daughter

Goldilocks: daddy fair-meer picked MY flowers! 😄 Sam: ....we planted those together, sweetheart Sam: beyond pleased for you, lass

Me:

Sam sitting down with little Faramir Took and having a Very Serious Talk that if he intends to court sweet little Goldilocks he’ll have to be very kind and good and generous to her and always look out for her good above his own even if it’s hard and it hurts

Faramir was like 9, and all Sam was concerned about was Faramir pushing her and pulling her hair and stealing the berries out of her picnic basket, but it stuck

Years later, after the wedding, Faramir tells Sam that he’s never forgotten that talk and it absolutely changed his life and Sam is like “wot” cuz he’d forgotten all about it

InvisibleWashboard:

NO STOP IT THAT IS TOO CUTE

Windmill to the Stars (re: nicknames):

Ferry to rhyme with Merry, and lil Faramir HATES it

meg is me:

THIS IS CANON TO ME STARTING NOW

InvisibleWashboard:

That is so good I adore it!

meg is me:

Pippin: "hop in the cart fam we're going to Buckland" everyone looks at faramir Faramir: "don't" Pippin: "We're gonna go on the FERRY"

Me:

EYYYYYY

Merry, meanwhile, calls him Master Faramir, and this is why Merry is his favorite uncle

meg is me:

perfection

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so i can’t stop thinking about g/t LoTR. therefore:

Fellowship But With A Tiny Headcanons

(under a readmore because this gets long)

Aragorn - You would genuinely never feel unsafe in this mans hands. When he finds you he makes himself appear as nonthreatening as possible, and when he promises no harm will come to you he MEANS that. He’d even get a small sword made for you, and make sure you know how to use it.

Boromir - He does his absolute best to make you feel safe and included, and loves to show off in front of you. You know those ‘showing my cat items he’s never seen before’ memes? That would be Boromir with a tiny, showing them all of Gondor. Unlike most of the Fellowship, he’d keep you a secret from everyone.

Legolas - You would never be able to sleep. Constant energy, if you’re not clinging to his cloak for dear life while he’s sprinting through the woods, he’s fidgeting with you in his hands. The only person he’d tell about you is Gimli, showing you to him once before going “No one would ever believe you.”

Gimli - The most considerate giant ever. Always making sure you’re alright, you’re warm, you’re fed. He loves to tell you stories and poems of the line of Durin and his home, and eagerly listens whenever you tell him about your past. Anyone within a two foot radius of you without permission gets to meet his axe.

Gandalf - From the way he treats you, you’re not the first tiny he’s met. He has a delicate little way of handling you - so precise and careful down to the smallest movements, it’s almost uncanny. He talks to you like you’re just as tall as him, and would never make you feel lesser for being small. (And he builds you tiny fireworks!)

Sam - The man treats you like you’re absolutely normal sized. He never talks down to you, will fight to make sure you’re heard in conversations, asks your opinion on everything. Out of everyone, he’d be the most protective, always making sure you’re safe and being treated equally by everyone who meets you.

Frodo - A little stand off-ish at first - interaction with a strange tiny thing isn’t his favorite past time, but warms up to you quick. It doesn’t take long for him to fix you up a cozy, doll sized room in Bag End. Adores chatting with you about his adventures, whether it be trips to Mount Doom, or late night get togethers with the other Hobbits.

Pippin - Being tiny around Pippin would be chaos, but high risk high reward. If you survive all the shenanigans, it’s an endless stream of the best giant stolen snacks and pipeweed forever.

Merry - He has a special pocket with a button close, otherwise you would have fallen out by now with all the intense adventures you get up to. Whether it be running around the Shire, or hanging out with Eowyn, it’s never a quiet moment.

#g/t #giant tiny #ive literally been thinking of giant boromir non fucking stop

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characters I write for

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

»»-----　my darlings (characters I will ALWAYS write for)　-----««

♥︎ remus lupin (harry potter - marauders era)

♥︎ druig (marvel - eternals)

♥︎ spencer reid (criminal minds)

♥︎ ed nygma/the riddler (gotham, batman: forever, potentially the batman if people would like!)

♥︎ peter parker

(tom holland or andrew garfield only, pre-no way home only as I haven’t seen that film yet, and am not as familiar with tobey maguire’s peter parker)

♥︎ newt (the maze runner)

♥︎ data (star trek: the next generation)

♥︎ michael mell (be more chill)

♥︎ reed richards (the fantastic four)

♥︎ peeta mellark / finnick odair (the hunger games)

♥︎ merry / pippin / sam / frodo (lord of the rings)

♥︎ pat butcher (bbc ghosts)

♥︎ todd anderson / neil perry (dead poets society)

♥︎ theo dimas (only murders in the building)

♥︎ newt scamander (harry potter - fantastic beasts)**

**prior to the newest movie only

»»-----　as a kind of general rule, I can write for any character from: -----««

- harry potter / marauders era / fantastic beasts and where to find them

(original movies/books characters only)

- marvel (especially eternals and avengers)

- criminal minds (seasons 1-7 until I catch up)

- lord of the rings (trilogy only, I haven’t read the hobbit yet!)

- the hunger games

- gotham

- the maze runner

- dead poet’s society

- ghosts (bbc)

- the fantastic four

- x-men

- star trek: the next generation

- dirk gently’s holistic detective agency (netflix series only)

- the back to the future trilogy

- narnia (movies only)

- the pirates of the caribbean

- dear evan hansen (musical)

- be more chill (musical)

- only murders in the building

please note:

this is NOT an exhaustive list, I am a fan of heaps of fandoms and am in love with way too many fictional characters 😅 

plus I’m always open to new suggestions!

the best option is to send me either a direct message or an ask to check if I write for any particular characters that you might have in mind

I’m very friendly and am super happy to discuss it with you!

#characters I write for #harry potter x reader #marauders x reader #avengers x reader #eternals x reader #criminal minds x reader #maze runner x reader #bbc ghosts x reader #star trek x reader #be more chill x reader #fantastic beasts x reader #dirk gently x reader #back to the future x reader #narnia x reader #dear evan hansen x reader #requests open #dead poets society x reader #pirates of the caribbean x reader #lord of the rings x reader #only murders in the building x reader #hunger games x reader #gotham x reader #the fantastic four x reader #x-men x reader

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Tricky Little Snow Bunnies

And here is my ode to my 2nd most loved fic! Since A Future Bright as Snow was based of @stardryad-random​‘s 1st snow hobbit image. I used the Boromir one as inspiration for this fic. 😊 Thank you so much to all my followers for all your support and love of my fics. We are almost to #1! 

A Pause Before the Winter Hits

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Characters/Pairings: Thorin/Bilbo; Fellowship antics

Words: 2008

“Are we ready to return to Erebor?” Thorin asked his guard.

The dwarf nodded. Everything is packed, and the carriage is hitched but…”

Thorin heaved a sigh as he had a feeling he knew exactly what was out of sorts. Or more accurately whom. 

“The Consort?”

“The Consort.” The guard affirmed.

Thorin assured him he would take care of it as he slowly began to hobble down the unusually empty halls of Rivendell. So much has changed in the last seventy odd years since he was here last. Nevermind that he was now an old dwarf who had to get by with a cane, but he always remembered Imladris bathed in such a warm light. After the revelation of the Ring though, everything felt colder. 

There was a spot though that Thorin remembered well. Fireflies and shared words with a burglar he thought he had no use for. Sure enough, as he crossed the bridge into the walled gardens, there was his hobbit. Bilbo’s eyes were torn to the east. But he knew it was not their mountain home that held his attention. Rather, a group of eleven companions, two of which were their nephews.

The fetching color of snow white on the hobbit’s head had been a permanent fixture for awhile, but still caught Thorin off-guard against the surrounding orange and browns of the autumn-colored trees. Leaning on his cane, he took in the sight just a little longer. A lingering image of peace while he had it. Pretty soon, he hobbled over, wrapping his hand around his unsurprised hobbit’s waist. Turning his head to the side, he planted a kiss in Bilbo’s curls.

“What have I done?” Bilbo murmured in despair.

“It wasn’t your fault, ibinê (my gem).”

“I’ve been carrying an object of great evil that could forever end the world.” 

“And in doing so, you kept it out of evil’s hands for a little over half a century. Don’t be so hard on yourself mudùmê (my comfort).”

Thorin’s thumb lightly grazed the hobbit’s wrinkled face trying to catch the tears as they fell. 

“And now Frodo and Kili are out there…with those dear boys Sam, Merry, and Pippin…what if…?”

Amrâlimê (My love), you can’t think such things. Kili for all that he still acts like he’s seventy, is a very established warrior, and his elven love certainly won’t let anything happen to him. And our little snow bunny…”

Bilbo gave a snort at this which caused Thorin to smile as he pressed another kiss to his head.

“He was raised by an idealistic dwarf and a very clever burglar. I’d like to see them try to stop him.”

“You must think me so silly and ridiculous.”

“Never.” Thorin stated, punctuating it with another kiss.

Bilbo finally turned to Thorin fully, there was a smirk on his face, but his eyes were so full of sorrow. 

“How can you make light of this terrible secret I’ve held from you?”

Ah, the heart of the issue then. Thorin let his cane fall from his hand as he gripped his beloved’s waist with the intent of never letting go.

“Paraphrasing perhaps the most important words ever spoken to me, but I don’t make light of it, Lukhudel (light of all lights). But punishing yourself won’t make it better. Forgive yourself, as I have forgiven you.”

“Oh Thorin.” Bilbo sobbed, burying his head in Thorin’s chest. “It’s not the same.”

“You’re right. Because I actually did hurt you. Yet, beyond my wildest hopes, you forgave me.”

Bilbo pressed a watery smile against Thorin’s cheek as he started to pet Thorin’s long white beard. Something that always filled Thorin with a sense of pride and affection. 

“My snowy raven, when did you get so wise?” 

Thorin chuckled. “I’ve told you before that doesn’t quite work. Ravens keep their colors in the winter.”

Bilbo humphed and continued his ministrations, causing something warm and fond to curl in his belly. 

“However, to answer your question. I quite believe it was the day I asked you to marry me.”

Bilbo barked out a laugh before giving Thorin a real kiss this time. It was the most Thorin had been able to pry from him since their discovery of the true nature of Bilbo’s little invisibility trick, and he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. When they finally did pull away, Bilbo was very quick to correct an early point of his.

“Always so hard on yourself. It was rather easy to forgive you, Thorin Oakenshield.”

Thorin stood there smiling like an idiot at his little fussy hobbit as he fiddled with imaginary wrinkles in Thorin’s sleeve to distract himself from the adoration radiating from Thorin like a summer sun, turning Bilbo’s cheeks a fetching pink. 

“I suppose…we are headed home then.”

Thorin’s smile slipped as he bent down to pick up his cane, cursing when his back twinged in the process. Bilbo rubbed at it with a half-hearted smirk. It was nearly every day now that one of them was complaining about feeling old. Thorin had remembered years ago finding it rather unfair that his husband had seemingly managed to stop aging, giving him the ability to tease Thorin indulgently over his mistake that day upon the ramparts. Looking back, it seemed so obvious something had been…unnatural. 

“I am afraid war will find us sooner rather than later.” Thorin admitted. “I need to make sure Fili is prepared.”

“And when an army sits upon our doorstep, will you ride off to meet them?”

Thorin’s silence was answer enough, and Bilbo’s ears drooped as he immediately started fretting once more. However, he wasn’t so irritated that he didn’t link his arm with Thorin’s leading them back to the main entrance. 

“It’s my nature, mudùmel (comfort of all comforts).” Thorin murmured. 

“I know. Just as you should know that it is my nature to make sure you don’t do anything too stupid when you are trying to be dramatic and kingly.”

Thorin gave Bilbo’s hand a tight squeeze, but knew a subject change was in order. Before any more terrifying images of his old snow bunny in battle ill-equipped once more, could play out in his mind. His eyes flew east looking at the mountains they were about to cross. The mountains Frodo and Kili were most likely traveling south through at that very moment. His mouth pulled down at the sight of white blanketing the tops though.

“The Misties seem to have gotten an early snow.” He remarked with a frown. “That’ll slow us down a bit.”

Bilbo chuckled. “I noticed that as well. I guess it slipped my mind to mention it.”

Thorin frowned over at Bilbo. Since when do things ever slip his mind? Bilbo immediately slapped at his arm with a furrow to his brows.

“Don’t give me that look. I’m not going senile. Just forgot for a moment. It’s perfectly normal.”

It was the fourth thing Bilbo had just ‘forgotten’ that morning alone. However, Thorin chose not to mention it right now. He planted a small kiss to his hobbit’s curls instead. Bilbo huffed out his nose, grumbling under his breath about ‘overly protective dwarves’.

“You know what that means though, right? About the Fellowship?”

It didn’t dawn on Thorin immediately, no. Not like it should. His thoughts still twisted up in his rapidly aging husband. However, as soon as he was able to circle back to snow-capped mountains did he realize what his husband was implying. He threw his head back in laughter. 

“I don’t think they were adequately prepared for four hobbits.” He grinned wolfishly. 

“Certainly not a Brandybuck and a Took!” Bilbo agreed. “But at least Frodo and Sam are there to keep them out of too much mischief.”

Thorin thought Bilbo drastically underestimated Frodo’s penchant for mischief, but kept his mouth closed unless he wanted to endure another two hour lecture on the merit of hobbit families and Baggins in general. One thing was for certain. He did not envy anyone on that quest having to deal with four tricky snow bunnies.

***

“We’re going to make camp under that shelf!” Aragorn called back his companions above the blistering wind. “Boromir! Can you help the hobbits along?!”

“Aye!” He shouted back.

He turned his head, blinking snow out of his eyes as he began to shout. 

“Little Ones? Where are you?”

However, he could discern nothing from the blanket of white reaching practically to his hips. Had they been swallowed by the snow drifts? Were they stuck somewhere?

“Little hobbits!” He called again, pushing through the snow.

He dug around in places, looking for curly heads, but it was so difficult! Their hair having changed colors halfway up the mountain did not help with the lack of visibility. Boromir could feel the beginning of panic creeping into his chest as he began to search more animatedly. 

“Frodo! Sam! Merry! Pippin! Come here, Little Ones!”

While Boromir started to move about frantically, it was all Pippin could do to hold in his giggles. 

“Shh!” Merry urged. “You’ll give us away.” 

Merry and Pippin proceeded to make exaggerated bouncing moments, catching Boromir’s attention before freezing and letting him call out once more.

“Perhaps we should stop them.” Frodo pointed out. “They’re going to wear the poor man out.”

Sam snorted. “This is what you get inviting along a Took and a Brandybuck. But I swear if he calls us ‘little’ one more time, I will leave him out here with the two troublemakers.”

Frodo gave a sharp bark of laughter, not protesting a bit when Sam grabbed his hand to lead him towards the rest of the fellowship. Before they could reach the shelter though, Kili and Gimli passed right by them going to Boromir’s assistance.

“They’re wearing cloaks! Look for the green cloaks.” Kili ordered.

“Do you see green anywhere in this frozen landscape?!” Boromir snapped back.

“Look! Frodo used to play this game all the time with Fili and me. I think I know what I’m talking about here! You look for the flash of clothing!”

Frodo gave a small smirk. Oh yes, he gave his older ‘cousins’ clues alright…but only when he wanted to be found. And watching Merry and Pippin huddle lower to evade the dwarven eyes now, he didn’t see this little game ending any time soon. However, that was okay. His young hobbity cousins deserved a little fun while they could afford it, and the Big Folk definitely needed to stop underestimating them.

#sunny's greatest hits #lotr #bagginshield #a future bright as snow #snow hobbits #practically a true sequel

[shy-blue-blossom]

The Unseen Princess

Chapter Six: Gondor

Chapter 5.

Normal PoV

When they set out for the journey to Gondor y/n could not stop worrying about her new friends who were somewhere in the mountain where none returned. As they were riding through the night and day they would only rest when needed.

"Ride and fight for middle-earth!" Theoden shouted as they got to the battlefields outside of Gondor.

They all charged into battle ready to fight for the there life and Middle-earth's survival. Slashing and slicing as uki-hai after uki-hai fall, nut not alone as man after man falls as well as elves. They were alright until the elephants came and the elves had to work together to take them down.

"Hiril vuin, qanife!" Y/n shouted and ran ahead of the soldiers and took down an elephant like it was nothing.

The witch king flew down in front of Theoden and as she was about to go and help him, she saw that it was Éowyn and left it and carried on taking down the elephants and soon Aragorn came with the army that wants forgiveness. After Éowyn had taken the witch king down, the was an uki-hai after she and y/n saw and killed it. When the war was over Éowyn was treated by Aragorn and Pippin was looking for Merry on the battlefield. As soldiers were looking for any survivors, only one person or elf noticed the brown-haired elf riding up to Gondor.

"Myriil!" Y/n called out as she ran up to him and jumped into his arms.

"Princess, where is your Ada, king Acluce?" He asked when he pulled out of the hug.

"He's with my hanar talking about what to do next. Why?" She had asked and answered and he know he would have to answer her.

He explained what was going on just in time as she fell to the floor and went nearly completely pale. Myriil picked her up and raced into Gondor's throne room and when he was in there everyone stopped talking and faced them. Acluce and Eltaor were about to greet him until they saw y/n in his arms looking as pale as the clouds. They ran up to them and Eltaor took her out of his arms and put her in his lap.

"Y/n speak to me. Y/n." Eltaor tried, but he got no answer from her and he looked at Myriil.

"What happened Myriil? Tell us." Eltaor asked and said as he looked at him with a pleading look.

"Something has happened to the white spear in the realm and no one knows what to do about it." He said with a saddened look.

"No, you can't be telling us that..." Eltaor travelled off as he looked down at his little sister he was supposed to protect.

"I'm sorry but I will not be able to go any further with you, but Eltaor and Myriil will fulfil and complete the quest alongside you. For I have to take y/n back home to our realm otherwise...well we don't know what would happen." Acluce explained to them as he bent down and picked her up and gave Eltaor a look saying 'do it' and making his way outside to call for a house.

As Acluce was riding back to Ornarta Casmasto with y/n, Aragorn was lending the others into battle to distract the eye from Mount Doom while Frodo and Sam destroyed the one ring. While they were fighting battles of their own they did not know what was about to happen in the realm of Ornatra Casmasto. Acluce was witnessing it all and he couldn't believe it. When the one ring was destroyed and the eagles had got Frodo and Sam and Frodo was up and awake. It was time for Aragorn's coronation. After he was crowned king of Gondor, the city of white he said his thanks and speak he walked to Gimli and thanked him personally, just like Legolas and the hobbits, but when it can to Eltaor and Myriil he did not know what to say.

"I thank you and the sun and moonlight elves with my whole heart and I only wish that your sister was here so I could thank her as well." Aragorn had told him and bowed his head to them.

"I thank you for new friends and a friendship that will last a very long time and the sun and moonlight elves will forever be among those who walk on middle-earth from this day forward." Came a voice from behind them and everyone immediately looked behind him to see the two elves who could not help for the last part of destroying the ring.

"Y/n." Eltaor said in a whisper. Y/n!" He shouted before running up to her to give her a massive hug.

After that, everyone was celebrating their victory and the crowning of their new king. As they were y/n was sitting outside looking over Gondor for the first time. When she looked up to the sky she could see the stars as clear as day. Whilst looking up she hadn't noticed Legolas come outside to stand beside her.

"I must say you look magnificent." Legolas complemented her as he as well looked up to the stars.

"Thank you. You, yourself look very handsome." She has told him whilst smiling up to him.

He returned the smile and looked at her. His smile dropped when he saw that someone was behind her and when she looked she saw that it was her nana but a picture with her Ada and Hanar holding it. Her smile also dropped when she looked up to them and tears began to roll down her fair cheeks as she ran to them and hugged them both. They hugged back and whipped her tears away as they turned her around and pushed her towards Legolas and walked away as he caught her. Their faces were close together and Legolas took a chance and closed the gap, pressing a sweet and gentle kiss to her lips. When he pulled away he was faced with a bright red elf that he has grown to love even though it was a short amount of time. Y/n hid her face in his chest and gripped his tunic tightly with a smile on her face and he just hugged her knowing they both felt the same.

Four years later, lady Galadriel, lord Celeborn, lord Elrond, Gandalf, Bilbo and Frodo All left for the undying land and Legolas asked y/n to marry him after getting her Ada's permission, she said yes. Acluce then left after their wedding for the undying lands as well but a boat where only the sun and moonlight elves know where it is. Eltaor was the crowned king of the sun and moonlight elves as well as having his firstborn with his wife of many years. Thranduil to left alongside Acluce after he crowned Legolas and y/n King and Queen of Mirkwood.

But that was not the end of the journey for y/n as her nana would not be at peace until she did one more thing.

"Legolas I have to leave for a while to finish something in Ornatra Casmasto." Y/n had told him when he came into their room.

"When will you be back, because if you're gone too long I will come and find you." Legolas simply asked not wanting to push it and pulling her into his chest and resting their foreheads together.

"I won't be that long two months at the longest, but I will be back before you know it." She had told him with a smile on her face.

He nodded and kissed her on her lips with passion and slight need to it, but nonetheless full of love. He pulled away from her and put his chin on her head and hold her tightly to him, then lead her to their bed and went to sleep together for a while. In the morning y/n had packed some clothes and got her horse ready to go, but she won't leave until she had goodbye to her one, Legolas. When she was looking for him, she checked the throne room to see him staring on into the clouds. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his back. He turned around to hold her in his arms and buried his face in her hair.

"Come, the sooner you go, the faster I can have you back in my arms," Legolas told her as he pulled away from her and lead her to her horse.

Once there he kissed her again then helped her onto her horse and sent her on her way.

One month later.

It had been a month since y/n had gone to finish her goal and Legolas couldn't be more than miserable without her in his arms, but he wouldn't let anyone see that as he knows that's what she would want. He has been doing what he needed and the spiders have started to become less and less as the weeks pass by.

One month later.

Legolas couldn't have been more than excited for when y/n returned as he couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again. But as the day went on and no one informed him that she had returned he began to worry. When the day was coming to an end, he made his way to their room. When he was there and had opened the door, he saw someone lying in their bed and when he went and pulled the silky blanket down, he saw the face of his beautiful face of his wife.

When morning came he did not ask her any questions he just kept her by his side for the rest of their lives, through all the hardships and when they did have a little elf of their own. He kept her safe and she didn't need to fight in another war as he made sure it never came to it, but when war did arise he protected everyone in their realm and didn't let harm near them. He kept her from all the bloodshed as she had already seen enough to last two elvish lifetimes, and that is a very, very long time.

For when the time when they set sail to the undying lands, they had done many things together and had lots of adventures with their son and couldn't be happier to let him rule over the realm, because he had a strong bond with his cousin and he had a great wife. So when they did leave for the undying lands, both Legolas and y/n knew that Mirkwood and Ornarta Casmasto was in good hands as they set to the undying lands with Eltaor. When they arrived it was just the beginning of the next adventure in their lives.

The end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Unseen Princess

Masterlist

#x reader #reader #lotr x reader #lotr #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings #legolas #legolas x reader #legolas greenleaf x reader #legolas greenleaf #the unseen princess

[bilbo-baggins-is-a-fcking-vibe]

The Fellowship as my photo album titles (Oh boy this'll be fun)

Frodo: here we have the nerdius sciencius

Sam: this is what i do in my free time (for context this is an album of photos of my stuffed animals)

Merry: be gay do crimes

Pippin: lol idek

Aragorn: i will forever cry

Legolas: cats are ideal

Gimli: ?

Boromir: ?

Gandalf: i rlly wanna be a hobbit

BONUS Bilbo: novel i gave up on

Omg I took this screenshot at 4:44

also the percy jackson one is 'honestly this is just solangelo'

#lotr #lotr shitpost #the fellowship #aragorn #boromir #legolas #pippin took #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #merry brandybuck #gimli son of gloin #gandalf #bilbo baggins #swags says a thing

[gray-squid-ink]

Second week at the granary complete! 2/12

This week has been so much. Work- moving- saying goodbye- missing people. Lots has happened and I am very tired. However!!! I am also having lots of fun along the way.

I finished The Fellowship of the Ring! The pictures have one of the poems that made me a little sad. I find myself growing quite attached to Frodo and these books in general. I love Pippin so much- him and Merry are such a lovely duo. Also Sam!!! I just have much love for hobbits. I’m 7 chapters into the Two Towers and I hope to finish that and Loveless this week :)

I’m so happy to be reading a lot again. I’ve missed it so much. That and writing!! I’ve been thinking of my stories a lot lately and I really want to get some writing done- it’s been forever since I’ve properly written out a story. I think it’ll be one of my goals this summer, to write more.

I walked up and down that hill 10 times to move my things to Kate’s house for the week- it was a difficult journey to say the least.

Finished season 1 of game of thrones as well! K is teaching me how to crochet and I am making a headband!

La Independencia es dulce :)

June 25th, 2022

[revolant]

Pippin my beloved

#Frodo this Sam that PIPPIN is my forever hobbit #it’s about. the troublemaking #lotr

[frodo-with-glasses]

Hey, not sure if it would be too late to send in another friendship ask, but if not, could you do 3, 5, 10, and 13 with Bilbo and Frodo? I absolutely adore their relationship, but unfortunately we don't see a whole lot of it in canon and it's surprisingly underrated by the fandom! Thank you! 😊

Not too late at all! Let’s talk about my favorite adoptive relationship ever!

3. “A random headcanon I have of them”

Aside from the obvious one—that they both wear glasses—I’m gonna say that Frodo got his Dad Sneeze from Bilbo’s side of the family too. It’s just a Baggins thing that every time one sneezes in Hobbiton, you can hear it clear across to Tuckborough.

(Maybe a sneeze is what upset Drogo’s boat.

….Too soon??)

5. “A scene I wish we had of them”

Oh, you don’t know how much I yearn for a detailed record of those months Frodo spent with Bilbo in Rivendell before the Quest really got underway. Frodo was still at least 95% himself at that point—touched by the Morgul Blade, and wisened by the encounter with the Barrow Wight, and burdened in the back of his mind by the duty of the Ring, yes, but still mostly himself and whole. Those were the last few months that Bilbo and Frodo got to spend catching up on the literal decades they’d been apart, before Frodo went off on his Quest and was irrevocably consumed by the Ring.

Alternatively, I’d love to see them hanging out in Valinor too. But Rivendell takes the top slot for me because it’s just closer to “real life” in a way, and Tolkien’s brief description of it just makes my heart ache.

10. “A song that reminds me of them”

The great thing about these asks is that it forces me to go out and look for new songs! I don’t listen to a lot of music myself, so this broadens my horizons. I looked up “songs from parent to child”, and I gotta say, the lyrics of “My Wish” by Rascal Flatts are just painfully ironic in all the best ways. I recommend this cover by Alyssa Falcone if you, like me, are not a huge fan of country twang.

13. “What I think would have happened if they had never met”

Oh eesh. Uh. Middle Earth is destroyed, probably??

I mean, if Bilbo and Frodo had never met, then Bilbo would’ve had no heir to whom to pass on his Ring. People smarter than me have pointed out that the Ring’s consumption of one’s mind seems faster or slower depending on the “evilness” of how one acquired it—for Gollum, who murdered to get it, it consumed him immediately; for Bilbo, who tricked and stole to get it, it slowly took hold on his mind; for Frodo, who was given the Ring as a gift, and took it up as a willing burden, it didn’t manage to get a hold on him until total and utter exhaustion and desperation had worn him down on the slopes of Mount Doom.

If Bilbo didn’t have someone he loved like a son and treated like an heir, to whom would he give the Ring? Who would take it up with the same kindness and purity of heart that Frodo did? Who would have the moral goodness and integrity to resist its allure all the way to Mount Doom? Who would have slipped past the Enemy’s defenses as undetected as he was? After all, if you don’t have Frodo, then you don’t have Sam, Merry, or Pippin, and that means no Hobbits in the Fellowship, whose chief talent was slipping in unnoticed and making massive changes everywhere they went.

The obvious question is, “Well, what if Bilbo took the Ring to Mordor?” To which I say, I don’t think he could. Aside from being far too old to do much traveling once the Ring’s true nature was discovered, I think its hold on him was already too great. He would’ve succumbed much sooner, and again, Middle Earth would be destroyed.

I think, if Bilbo and Frodo had never met, then the world would’ve been lost forever. Gandalf was right when he said that, in a way, Bilbo was meant to have the Ring, and that Frodo was meant to have it in turn.

(And people wonder why I have such strong positive emotions about adoption LOL)

FRIENDSHIP ASK GAME!

#ask game #bilbo baggins #frodo baggins #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

The Road Less Traveled (Fellowship x Pregnant!Reader)

Synopsis: Left by a man who took you out of wedlock, you discover halfway through the Fellowship’s journey that you are, indeed, pregnant. Not wishing for you to face motherhood alone, the Fellowship conspires, regarding whom gets to marry you and help raise your child, leaving you with a tough choice.

This was not at all how you saw your life going—both the man leaving you for another woman, and finding out you were pregnant with his baby on a perilous quest, miles upon miles away from the nearest dwelling.

You had been madly in love with this man, unaware he had eyes for another. Your copulating love was taken out of wedlock, a choice you knew had its risks, but Brander had a charming way about him.

You never would have thought he’d leave you. However, one morning, Brander announced the conclusion of your relationship with another woman on his arm.

Heartbroken and enraged, you threw all his clothes from your shack, and took to a horse. Riding swiftly, you headed to the one place you knew hearts were healed; Rivendell.

Upon your arrival, a council of sorts was taking place. One thing led to another, as per usual in your life, and you found yourself on another journey—this time with a higher purpose, and nine other guys.

Things were difficult, but honestly relieving. The fresh air cleansed your soul, as did the healthy relationships you built up with the nine males—proving to you that they weren’t all bad, right on time before you could curse the entire species of XY chromosomes out forever.

However, this was as far as the fun went.

It started with a tiredness the Fellowship brushed off due to your inexperience, and then the lateness of your period. Next, early dawns were spent throwing up in the woods, with whomever was on night-watch holding your hair back, usually Aragorn, Legolas or Boromir.  

You wept slightly when a sparring match with Boromir resulted in a shield hitting your breasts, for they were very tender as of late. The final nail in the coffin was the snubbing of Sam’s usually delicious bacon making you hurl.

Gandalf had taken to speaking with you privately, and asked, in the politest manner possible, if he could assess your womb to find confirmation of another soul.

Legolas approached slowly, crouched down by your side, and spoke responsively in the most apologetic of voices.

“There is no need—I can hear their heartbeat…I am so sorry, Y/n.”

You broke down into tears quickly, and everyone soon knew your predicament that evening. You apologized over and over, and felt utterly mortified. How embarrassing.

They now knew the choice you had made out of wedlock, and were pregnant as a result—something highly frowned upon in human society, and many others in Middle-earth, for that matter. You would no doubt be branded as a “whore” upon your return to society.

You told them all about Brander that night, and opened up to them fully. Jaws were clenched, nervous glances were flashed, and brows were furrowed.

They now had an expectant, first-time mother in their midst, on their way to quite possibly the worst place in the world to take a pregnant woman. Adding onto this, their poor friend, whom they had grown quite close with, was in a horrible situation.

But perhaps it was one they could help with?

Driven by noble blood and true chivalry, the Fellowship started to discuss their options.  

“It’s just awful, what that ‘Brander’ fellow has done to her,” said Boromir, discreetly nodding over in your direction.

You were sat with your head in one hand on a log by the fire, face contorted in misery. Your cheeks and eyes, as well as your nose, were all pink, due to a long while of crying.

Sam sat on one side of you, and held your hand. He reassured you with bright words of soothing promises.

“Don’t worry, Miss Y/n! All will work out! You’ll see! You’re bringing a new soul into this world! That’s nothing to be ashamed of!” Sam would say.

Merry, Frodo and Pippin were on your other side, rubbing your back and holding your shoulder.

“He’s right!” they’d agree, nodding profusely. “You’ll see! This is a wonderful thing. You just can’t quite picture it yet, but you will!”

Gimli, Boromir, Aragorn and Legolas were all huddled in close, standing in a circle. They stood a little further off from the fire, but still caught its glow.

Gandalf was sat on a log himself, puffing away on a pipe. The affairs of human society were not his responsibility, but he offered guidance from a distance nonetheless. He already knew all would work out, but was the only one there oldest and wisest enough to realize so.

Legolas’ arms were folded over his chest, as were the three others’ he stood with. “She’ll be shamed wherever she goes, and her child will be considered a bastard. Truly awful…I feel compelled to help. What can we do?”

“Well, to avoid public slander,” Aragorn spoke up knowingly, “she’d have to be married.”

“Very well and all,” Gimli whispered back, “but were you perhaps not present when she said the scoundrel ran off with another filly?”

“He was not whom I was referencing,” Aragorn mentioned. He threw a studious glance in your direction, and spoke again. “She is a fine young lady, with a strong heart and homely nature. She would make a wonderful wife, and I feel it our duty as her friends to make sure she becomes so.”

“You mean for us to marry her?” Legolas asked, incredulously. His head lowered in shock as he spoke, and a brow arched.

The guys, save for Aragorn, who overlooked it all, glanced between each other tensely, unsure if the alarmed glint in their eyes was competition or fear.

Boromir was the first to speak up.

“I will do it, in a heartbeat!” he said. “You are right, Aragorn—she is a wonderful young lady, and deserves to be wed in time for her child. I will care for them both.”

“Well, now hold on a moment,” Legolas snapped, glaring across at Boromir. “Why do you get to marry her? I am much closer in age to her than you are…figuratively speaking, at least. I should be the one to marry her—we get along best.”

“You?” Gimli snorted. “You will outlive her in the blink of an eye.”

“Oh, and you won’t?” Legolas said back. “None of us implied romance anyways, Gimli. I’d merely be a lifelong friend and guardian for her and her child. I’m the most suited out of everyone here to provide for her—”

“Because you’re a prince?” Boromir interjected, narrowing his eyes.

“Not just because of that,” Legolas bit back, squaring up with Boromir slightly. “But what of it regardless? What does it matter how I provide for her? I plan on renouncing my title and making a life of my own anyways. I might not get the chance for a child of my own, and I can help Y/n raise hers.”

“She’s not some puppy, laddie,” Gimli snorted back. “You both want to store her away in a little cottage or unit somewhere drab. I can provide her with culture! Dwarven culture! Her little one deserves to grow up in grand halls and eat ripened meat!”

Aragorn looked between the unfolding drama, and soon raised a hand before you could become even more distressed. Fortunately, you hadn’t heard a thing of their hushed conversation.

“That is enough,” Aragorn said. “I’d offer to marry her myself, but…well, I do believe you three are better suited than me to provide a stable life for her. It is ultimately up to Y/n. All either three of you can do is offer your hand in marriage to her, and see what she says.”

Glares were thrown between the three potential suitors, as each wondered who’d be the first to turn around and run towards you.

As it turns out, all three turned on their heels at the same. They nearly tripped over one another. However, they stopped almost immediately, for someone on the other side already had the same idea.

“It is quite all right, Y/n,” Frodo said, down on one knee before you, and holding your hand. “The Shire will accept you, and I can just say I fell in love on the road and married you immediately. I have a big house now left all to myself, with many rooms. You can have one to yourself, as can your child. Bilbo did the same for me when I was young.”

You were crying again, but this time out of happiness. Your other hand was placed over your chest, as you smiled down at the kind hobbit with a wavering lower lip.

“Oh, Frodo, that is so incredibly kind, I can only say—”

“DON’T SAY ANYTHING!” Legolas shouted, rushing forwards. He nearly shoved Frodo out of the way, and took his place holding your hand swiftly.

“Y/n,” he began, sincerely, “I’ve always felt that you and I have had a…special bond since beginning this journey together. I can provide you with a cottage in the forest, and true protection. I’m an archer and an elf—your child will learn many life skills with me as their parental guardian. And, furthering this, after you’ve moved on from our world, your child will surely be left behind. I can ensure they are well-cared for up until their own departure!”

“Oh, Legolas, I don’t know what to...” you went to say, holding his hand with both of yours. You were truly starting to get overwhelmed with happiness and relief.

“Oh, shove it, pixie!” Gimli shouted from behind Legolas. He, too, stole the snarling elf’s place, chivalrously removing his helmet as he did so. “Lass, I know I may not be your usual type, or blonde, but I am asking for your hand as well. I can offer you so much in Dwarven society. The women are strong, and you will find ranks in them! Your child will be given an equal chance, no matter the gender, to be themselves! Life in the halls is a true marvel—”

“Enough, the both of you!” Boromir shouted next. He tugged Gimli by the beard and threw him away. “Y/n, you and I are both humans. I understand you and our shared culture better than anyone else here! Please, nothing would make me happier than to provide for you as my wife. Not to mention, the child will look most like me, racially-wise.”

The hobbits all looked between each other with shocked smiles, intrigued by the situation, and Gandalf and Aragon merely shook their heads.

Legolas grabbed hold of Boromir’s shoulder and stood him up. “Race has nothing to do with it! If we’re really going to narrow this down to looks, I am the tallest! That is highly desirable in a husband! Y/n and her child will live a wonderfully secure and safe life with me. You need to back off.”

“Why don’t you make me?” Boromir bit back.

Before a fight could break out between the two of them, Gimli hopped into the middle and added his own string of harsh words.

The three suitors of differing races soon began to bicker between themselves, leaving you sat on the log very stunned indeed.

However, after a long while of listening to them argue over who gets to marry you, you put up your hand and silenced them. Although, it took a good few shouts until they shut up completely and curiously blinked down at you.

“Boys. Boys! BOYS!” Once the attention was on you, you spoke again. “I am so incredibly flattered by your equal devotion, it has truly made me feel better about everything, but...do I not get a say in whom I marry out of everyone here?”

Legolas moved his body slightly, so he stood facing you straight. “Well, whom do you choose, my lady?”

Frodo had backed off entirely, but shared a lipped smile with you, ultimately letting you know the offer was still on the table regardless. Boromir, Gimli and Legolas all stared at you optimistically, leaning forwards as they waited for your reply.

Stumped by so many choices, and considering you didn’t even know this would be a part of your life plan up until five hours ago, you went with the smartest choice; waiting.

“These are all very early days…” you began. “I’m very overwhelmed by all the offers, and still getting used to the idea of motherhood, and now marriage—”

You took a calming breath.

“You’re all so sweet, and I truly appreciate your support, but…could I perhaps sit on it for a while, and return with an answer at a later time? This is a very big decision, as you can all imagine.”

They quickly agreed, and nodded their heads vehemently.

“Take all the time you need!” they said reassuringly, in one form or another.

That night, they all waved sweet “goodnights” over their shoulders to you, and even gave up their cloaks and packs to create what they deemed the perfect “mother’s nest” for you to sleep on.

It was all very sweet, and warmed your heart. However, although half the problem was solved, you were presented with another; who on earth were you going to choose to marry and raise your unborn child with?

Actually, the more you thought about it that night, as you fell asleep with nine friends protecting you as you slept in the middle, like a herd of animals keeping their mother-to-be safe, the more you realized you already knew exactly whom you wanted to live with.

#considering I’m turning 20 this year this is my little gift to myself congratulating on avoiding teen pregnancy #I made it lads #it was one of my biggest and most irrational fears as a kid #lotr x reader #lotrdaily #lotr movies #fellowship x reader #lord of the rings #the hobbit #elves #hobbit #legolas #Legolas x reader #Boromir x reader #frodo x reader #Gimli #lotr imagine #turns out teen pregnancy is really easy to avoid

[fantasychica37]

Today in Middle-earth! 9/29/(30)21, (almost) the end.

Bilbo Baggins, who started it all, is sad to leave the land of his birth, but he’s getting old and he’s had a full life and is quite ready for another adventure. And this time, he and Frodo get to go together. (He’ll learn, properly, what has happened to Frodo on his own adventure once they get into the strengthening airs of Valinor, and he’ll get a chance to be the supportive parent he wanted to be.)

Elrond E- Elrond M- Elrond Half-elven, child of the Elves of Middle-earth and the descendants of Valinor, and survivor of the stories of the Elder Days, is  enduring perhaps his most grievous parting - two children and another homeland lost to him, forever - but it is also his final parting, and on the other side of the sea waits the first reunion of his life. (He’ll have hordes of ancestors and aunts and uncles and cousins waiting for him on the other side of the sea, who have nursed his wife back to health (chief among those of course being his grandmother and her aunt Melian), and when he is ready they’ll open their homes to him and urge him to call them Grandfather and Grandmother by some lineage or other. Two unexpected guests will meet him on the shore along with Celebrian, and ask his forgiveness for being the first to leave him.)

Frodo Baggins, saddled with a Princedom of the West he doesn’t really want, has said good-bye in his own way to the friends and family he still counts as dear - and Freddy and Folco know more or less what he has been through, beside - but Merry and Pippin show up with Gandalf, the delightful old meddler, to wish him good-bye in person! Frodo holds Merry, Pippin, and Sam in his arms one last time, then, steps away from his family on the shore, the land he was born in and could not enjoy anymore but bequeaths to everyone he loves, to the children of the future (it’s Children’s Day, in our world), and towards his family on the ship, onto a new home where he can find healing and joy in fullness. (Once they get to Valinor, Finrod will have scarcely disentangled himself from his sister’s arms before he assaults the hobbits with a barrage of greetings and eager questions and words of comfort; he’ll have friends aplenty.)

Artanis Nerwen Galadriel Arafinwiel, youngest of the great Elf-houses, older than the Moon and Sun, and last greatest survivor of the journey forth from Valinor, who has each of her names in a different tongue, has had her adventure, loved and lost, experienced tragedy after tragedy, humbled herself and sacrificed everything (and in thus doing became the character to experience the most growth in all of Tolkien’s stories), defeated her foe, and returns home in triumph alone of Fingolfin’s host. (The king and queen of the Vanyar, Teleri, and especially the Noldorin king, queen, and queen mother have prepared a hero’s welcome for her - for all of them, really, but mostly for her, and although it will only be them, Finrod, Celebrian, Melian, Eonwe, Earendil and Elwing at the docks, all Alqualonde prepares to celebrate.)

(Idly, Galadriel realizes that she finally gets to cross an ocean by boat as she was promised an entire era ago. This is also the moment when she realizes that  once she is back in Valinor she will probably let her tongue slip between her teeth as her father’s and mother’s people do, every now and again. It’s been Ages, and there isn’t a reason not to anymore.)

Olórin who is and forever shall be Gandalf, wisest of all Maiar, has never been so grateful to be given an assignment he did not want. He returns home alone, but he returns home anything but empty-handed. He grieves his new home but looks forward to his old one, and he even gets to bring some of his friends. He is going to his home, to his kin, to be whole. (Aule will meet him and reassure him that it is not his fault. Manwe and Varda will meet him and realize that he has some bits of wisdom that they do not. Nienna will meet him and when he tells her that he wore his grey robes across Middle-earth as Eonwe carried Manwe’s standard in the great battles of old, she will tell him that she has never been prouder of anyone and hold him as he finally lets himself weep.)

He has packed a year’s supply of pipe-weed.)

And the friends and family left behind, all across Middle-earth turn away from the West, towards their home that they have freed from great evil. There now remains no great power threatening Middle-earth, and they think, the world is ours to heal, to shape, to explore, to enjoy! So let’s stop scrolling mindlessly through Tumblr and get to it!

I, for one, am full of nostalgia at this thing I barely did at points - I could have been posting every day in winter 2019, and I missed all of 2020, etc. - being almost over, but I did do stuff with it and I did have fun, and I am happy, and now I am going to get back to my (very interesting, really, the only downside is it’s due tomorrow) homework that will allow me to get a job I want making the world a better place. Thanks for taking this ride with me, everyone. I love you all!

#today in middle-earth #today in middle earth #the lord of the rings #lotr #silmarillion #tolkien #frodo baggins #gandalf #olorin #elrond #galadriel #bilbo baggins #finrod #valinor #the return of the king #rotk #nienna #manwe #varda #aule #saruman #celebrian #elwing #earendil #alqualonde #melian #indis #ingwe #olwe #earwen

[roselightfairy]

Now it’s Merry-loving hours:

“It all depends on what you want,” put in Merry. “You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin - to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours - closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. Anyway, there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the Ring. We are horribly afraid - but we are coming with you or following you like hounds.”

I can ramble for so long on how Merry is low-key the best character in the story for all of us who aren’t heroes, who aren’t meant for greater things or in any way touched by “greater” powers as Tolkien might define them. Frodo and Sam and what they undertake is exceptional; Aragorn has spent all his life preparing to be king of Gondor and do what he must - but the way I described Merry once in a fic was that he “knew [what he was getting into] and had gone anyway.” I think of Merry when I think of my own inclination to commit to something before I know how much it will hurt, in a way I can’t back away from, because I can’t bear to live with myself if I chose not to do it. Merry doesn’t know how much this journey will hurt; how much it will break his heart or change him forever. He hasn’t grown up the way the non-hobbit characters have, living in a world at war. He hasn’t been prepared for this as Frodo has in some ways - learning about how other people think and speak, for instance, with his ability to speak with the high elves they meet - but he’s not impulsive like Pippin: he walked into this knowing how much it had the potential to hurt him.

There’s so much that the other characters have that he lacks: Sam, of course, is a three-books-long tale in pure grit and love and determination; Frodo seems touched by some spirit sometimes; Pippin has flashes of intuition that make him better able to respond, at times, in crises. Merry is the most practical of the four of them, in so many ways; he wasn’t made for this kind of adventure, but he goes anyway, because he can’t live with himself if he doesn’t. And it’s how he will end up carrying out his bravest deeds. He’s the character we can all identify with, amidst all these exceptional people, and that makes me love him more. I have a lot of complaints about the movie’s portrayal of him, but that speech they gave him - I just want to help my friends - is so much the core of who he is, and I love him so much.

#merry #i love merry so much #lotr reread #lotr meta #i don't know if this really counts as meta but i guess better be safe than sorry

[elvish-sky]

‘Shush’ and ‘Fuck Off’ Are the Fellowship's Favorite Sayings {Platonic Fellowship}

A.N: Wow! I haven’t written a oneshot or a fic with just canon characters in forever- this was very much needed! I was also cackling the entire time I wrote this, it was so nice to write something funny again. Also, I do headcanon Aragorn as bi- which is very much not relevant until the end of the fic, and this request is completely platonic like asked for, don’t worry! But yeah, this was a true delight to write and I hope you guys love it!

Requested by anon on Tumblr: I wish you would write a (platonic) fic in which Legolas has horrible posture and won't stop slouching and it gets on Aragorn's nerves all the time

Word Count: 1,204

Pairing: Platonic Fellowship

Summary: Legolas’s slouching annoys Aragorn so much that he enlists the help of two hobbits to do something about it.

Warnings: Fluff, Humor, Explicit Language

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Shush and Fuck Off Are the Fellowship's Favorite Sayings

“Legolas,” Aragorn hissed.

The elf turned, puzzled.

“What?”

“Sit up straight!”

Legolas rolled his eyes. “Really, Aragorn? This? Again?”

“It’s important to have good posture! You should know that!”

Legolas’ brain flashed back to his lessons as a child. He vaguely recalled something about sitting up straight, but he had never done so just to spite his father. Oh, well, it was too late now. He’d been slouching for thousands of years, at this point. Aragorn would just have to deal with it.

“We’re camping, in the middle of a forest, with only the rest of the Fellowship. Why do I need to have good posture?”

Aragorn sighed, leaving the elf without another word. He’d have to think about this more, but he was determined to make Legolas realize the value of good posture. Even if he had to put a permanent watch on Legolas to make him not slouch.

“Pssst. Merry. Merry!”

Merry turned to see Aragorn, shockingly, lying flat on his stomach behind a rock.

“What?”

“C’mere. Bring Pippin.”

Merry tapped Pippin on the shoulder.”C’mon. Aragorn wants us.”

Pippin’s eyes widened. “What? Why?” His voice dropped to a whisper, “Did he find the beetles? Because you know that was your idea!”

Merry shook his head. “I don’t know. But c’mon!”

Pippin, looking very worried, shimmied down the rock next to Merry, and the two of them crawled, on their stomachs, away from that campfire.

About five feet away from where they’d started, Pippin slumped with a sigh.

“Why are we crawling like this?”

“No clue. That’s what Aragorn was doing, so I figured we should do it too!”

Pippin shook his head. “That ranger is crazy, Merry. Don’t do what he does.”

“That ranger is right here.”

Pippin’s yelp of surprise at Aragorn appearing literally right next to him was stifled by the ranger’s hand slapping over his mouth.

“Shhh.”

Pippin pushed his hand away. “Why?!”

The ranger stayed silent and gestured for the two hobbits to join him behind a large tree, where he finally stood up. Merry and Pippin rose with him, brushing off their clothes and generally acting very annoyed.

“Okay, Aragorn,” said Pippin. “You have us here. Now, what is this all about?”

“Legolas,” Aragorn said. “More specifically, Legolas’s slouching.”

The hobbits groaned.

“Really? You’re still on that?” Merry asked.

“He shouldn’t slouch!!” Aragorn exclaimed. “He’s a prince, for crying out loud!”

Merry facepalmed. “It’s not like he needs to be princely right now! We’re literally in the middle of nowhere!”

“First of all, we’re not in the middle of nowhere, we’re _

“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?” Pippin yelled.

“Because I’m smart.” Aragorn shot back. “Anways, secondly IT IS THE PRINCIPLE OF THE MATTER!!”

Merry shushed him.

Aragorn glared at him.

Merry glared back.

Finally, Pippin stepped between the two. “Fine, Aragorn, we’re in. What do you want us to do?”

Aragorn shrugged, “Just don’t let him slouch. Or train him to stop slouching. Do whatever you want, as long as it works,” and then the ranger turned, fell to the ground, and began crawling back to the campsite.

Pippin smirked, looking at Merry, “This should be fun.”

Merry rubbed his hands together. “Yes, it very much should. Shall we get started.”

Pippin nodded, and they both dropped to their stomachs and shimmied back to the campsite.

Legolas was getting more and more pissed off. For the past week, Merry and Pippin had been trailing him like dogs. They followed him literally everywhere he went, and he even swore he’d seen one of them awake while he was on watch- right before a squirrel had suddenly dropped onto his head and and fallen asleep. He’d stayed sitting up stick-straight the whole night so as to not dislodge it, and then, when it woke up, ran down to the river to wash his hair.

The hobbits had caused some sort of commotion every time he’d gone to relax- he was sure it was them, because who else could it have been? Now, he was going to confront them and find out what in Middle-Earth was going on.

Merry shrieked as a blond blur threw him over its shoulder and set off running. He looked to his left, and saw Pippin waving at him from where he was slung over the other shoulder.

“Where d’ya think we’re going?” Pippin asked.

“Wherever Legolas takes us, I guess!”

Because, of course, the blond blur was, in fact, Legolas.

Finally, the elf set them down, then paced back and forth in front of them, frowning.

This went on for several minutes, until Pippin piped up.

“Legola-”

“Shush!” The elf replied.

Pippin turned to Merry. “What is with all the shushing lately?”

Legolas shushed him again, and Pippin sat back, annoyed,

Finally Legolas spoke. “What did Aragorn put you two up to?”

The hobbits looked at each other, and then shrugged. In unison.

“Not a thing,” Merry told the elf.

Legolas approached Merry, annoyance clear in his eyes. As he drew closer, the hobbit scooched farther and farther back on the rock he was sitting on, until, with a yelp, he tumbled right off the back.

Legolas kept advancing until he was standing right above the hobbit.

“What. Did. Aragorn. Make. You. Do?”

“Wellllllll…”

Twenty minutes later, Legolas stormed into the clearing, Merry and Pippin frantically trying to keep up with the elf’s furious strides.

Legolas walked up to Aragorn, staring right into the man’s eyes.

“YOU TOLD MERRY AND PIPPIN TO NOT LET ME SLOUCH?!!!”

“We can explain!” said Merry.

“Shush!” Boromir told him, “I want to see what this is all about!”

The two hobbits went over to sit with Frodo and Sam in a huff. All their hard work to get Legolas to not slouch, and he’d found out.

Legolas continued to rage at Aragorn. “I cannot BELIEVE YOU’D DO THIS!!!! My posture is PERFECT FOR ME, AND I DON’T NEED YOU JUDGING ME FOR IT ALL THE TIME!!!”

Aragorn ws now also annoyed. “Well excuse me for looking after your spinal health! I just wanted you to not have constant back pain, but nooooo, you don’t care! You don’t care about looking presentable, you don’t care about it hurting, you just don’t care!”

“That’s right!” Legolas exclaimed. “I don’t care! I’m an elf, Aragorn, it’s not going to hurt my back. And secondly, who gives a damn about looking presentable in the middle of the woods. Now kindly tell your hobbit posture police to fuck off!”

Aragorn still looked pretty pissed, but backed off. “Fine. But when you get in trouble with your father again, don’t come crawling to me!”

The two went to sit on opposite sides of the clearing, both fuming.

Sometime later, Legolas turned around to see the ranger slouching on his side of the clearing.

Gleeful, Legolas called out “Aragorn! You’re slouching!”

Aragorn’s spine became as straight as an arrow. “Fuck off!!” He yelled at the elf.

As the ranger sulked in the corner, Legolas burst into laughter. The rest of the Fellowship joined in, all cackling at the grumpy ranger in the corner.

Whose spine, of course, was now as straight as, well, not himself. It was, again, as straight as an arrow.

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Legolas tag: @from-patroclus-with-love @bitter-sweet-farmgirl

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