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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 11 months

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Being Atsumu’s Pregnant Partner:

YN goes into Labor

Atsumu Miya x Pregnant! GN reader

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy and a lot of stuff to do with pregnancy, mentions of throwing up and bodily fluids

***pregnancy is different for everyone and I’m basing this off my own personal experience

AN: *sigh* friends I’m having major baby fever and since I’m forever done diy-ing my own, I shall instead write about it 😌 maybe I should just get a kitten

Looking back now, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go to a professional, five set volleyball match at 39 weeks pregnant but here you were. You’d always been the devoted type, doing anything and everything you could to support your man no matter what.

Atsumu Miya wasn’t always the easiest partner to have but you loved the big dummy. He was extremely dedicated to his sport and team, which made dealing with him outside the court rather bothersome at times.

Nevertheless, you decided that you could stand just enough of him to spend your life by his side and raise a family. His brother, Osamu, asked you about a million times is you were for sure ready to raise a baby Miya. He knew exactly what it would be like because he was one.

At first you laughed it off, thinking that you had a few years of rest before the chaos would ensure but man, were you wrong. You’d become pregnant relatively quickly, making both you and Atsumu extremely excited.

However, your excitement soon dampened as you began spending most of your day hugging the porcelain thrown or downing antacids to help with the wicked indigestion that crept up your throat at every turn. Your breasts ached, your sleep suffered and the smell of nearly anything sent you running to the bathroom. Your skin broke out, hair began to shed, and most days, you felt like a Sméagol from lord of the rings, just trying to protect your unborn baby.

Atsumu had been as supportive as you imagined he’d be. This mostly meant calling Osamu to make you something to eat or google home remedies to help with your morning sickness. Osamu was also extremely excited for his little niece or nephew to make their appearance, doing whatever he could when Atsumu was gone to help you.

You’d managed to make it all the way to 39 weeks, and you were excited to finally be done. The doctor had scheduled an induction for the following week because of blood pressure issues. You weren’t exactly stoked about the idea of an induction but the fact that you’d be able to meet your baby soon was thrilling.

You waddled your way through the crowd, waving to people as you passed. Akaashi had stopped to talk with you as well as Asahi and Suga. It was nice to see everyone again even though you were exhausted.

“There they are!” Osamu yelled, waving you over to his Onigiri stand as you huffed and puffed, finally able to stop. The pressure from the baby was making it difficult to walk, your pelvis hurting as you leaned on the corner of his stand, his chuckle causing you to glare at him.

“You know you could have stayed him YN. Sumu pays for the expensive sports channels because he’s obsessed with watching replays of his games, I’m sure you’d see him on there,” Osamu joked as you motioned for a delicious looking Onigiri in the corner of the display case.

“This will probably be the last game Sumu plays in for a bit because of his paternity leave. I don’t want to miss it!”

Osamu chuckled, shaking his head as you made your way to the stairs of the bleachers. Your phone rang as you began to ascend, huffing and puffing as you walked up.

“Hello,” you answered as the noise of the locker room filled your ears.

“Hey baby! Did ya make it?” Atsumu shouted back as you finally found your spot and took a seat releasing a heavy sigh as you settled in.

“Not up as high as I normally go but my feet hurt too much to even care.”

Sumu laughed as you looked around to see the stands filled with people.

“Well just relax baby, this time next week will be in the hospital having our baby!”

You groaned just thinking about the idea of pushing out this child, knowing that the possibility of having a small baby was out of the picture.

“Yeah yeah, just make sure you win today, ok? I don’t want yo moping around the house for the next week!”

Atsumu laughed loudly as you smiled. He agreed and hung up the phone, knowing you’d be there to support him no matter what happened.

The teams took their places, and the match began without a hitch. You knew it’d be a long one by the sheer energy happening around you. Two sets had already taken place and the teams were tied. You watched as Sumu slammed a service ace right into the opposing team's court. Your man was on fire today, probably excited about everything happening around him.

The pressure of the baby on your bladder, pushed as you tried to adjust, not wanting to walk out right in the middle of Sumu’s serves. Of course, you knew his serves could go on for a while, so you finally caved, as you thought about the nearest bathroom.

Standing up, you felt a twinge hit. Your back began to radiate pain as it moved to the front of your belly. You gritted your teeth, gripping the side of the chair as you grabbed your stomach.

“Are you ok?” Someone asked as you turned to them confused and nodded. There was no way this was anything more than Braxton hick's contractions, right?

The pain subsided as you assured the person you were ok and made your way to the bathroom. In the bathroom, you noticed you had started losing the mucus plug your doctor had talked about. You knew this meant nothing and weren’t concerned as you continued to feel the baby kick in your stomach.

Washing your hands, you felt the pain against radiate from your back to your front. You had no idea how far apart these pains were as you quickly grabbed your phone and waited for the pain to subside.

Hitting the timer, you exited the bathroom and made your way back to your seat. You felt another pain hit as you quickly checked the timer.

7 minutes.

Standing on the side, you waited for the pain to pass again before ascending the stairs. At this point, you were clearly in denial that anything was happening. Surely these were only practice contractions. Your body had done them before but then again, they’d never felt quite like this.

You restarted the time as you finally sat down, trying to remain calm as you focused back on the game. A few minutes passed again before the pain started, only this time, you felt a pop, followed by a trickle of water fill your pants. You began to stand up as the pain emanated through your stomach.

“Hey Yn- YN HOLY CRAP!” You heard someone yell as Osamu came running over you to, abandoning the Onigiri in his hands to grab onto your arm and steady you.

“Samu the baby, I think the babies coming!” You whined as Osamu’s eyes widened at you, the crowd cheering as MSBY scored yet another point.

At this point, you had tears in your eyes, the pressure from the baby pushing more fluid from your body as the pain continued to radiate. You leaned hard on Samu, groaning as you tried to make it through the pain.

Osamu looked around for anyone he knew, anyone who could possibly help him get you downstairs and to the hospital. As if on cue, he looked down to see Sakusa’s eyes locked with his. He knew his best bet at this point was to try and signal to Sumu that you were in labor.

“YN’s in labor!” He mouthed as Sakusa’s eyes widened and he turned to Sumu who was in the back row. Sakusa wasn’t sure what to do as Sumu was preparing to serve yet again. He wasn’t a person to normally shout but then again, it wasn’t everyday his teammates partner was in active labor at a game.

He looked over to the coach who was now concerned about what was going on with him and why he continued to trail his eyes into the crowd. At this point, Hinata had begun to notice as well, his eyes following Sakusa’s as he saw you, bent over and holding your stomach as Osamu supported you.

“Holy crap YN’s in labor!” He shouted just as Sumu threw the ball up the serve. His eyes widened as his palm made contact with the ball.

“WHAT!?!” He bellowed, sending the ball slamming hard into the other side of the court as the whistle blew signaling the end of the set.

Atsumu quickly looked up to see Osamu helping you down the stairs as you breathed, your face contorted in pain.

“Shit Yn!” He shouted, quickly taking off into the crowd to get to you. He ran as fast as he could, dodging people left and right until he finally met you at the base of the stands.

“YN’s definitely in labor Sumu, their water broke and everything. Contractions are 7 minutes apart right now, but they are in a ton of pain,” Osamu recited as you moaned through another painful contraction, Atsumu grabbing onto your belly and helping lift it to relieve some pressure.

He hadn’t been super eager to take the birthing class suggested by your doctor, but he had to admit, the techniques were coming in handy.

“Sumu the game!” You whined as the contraction ended. Sumu shook his head vigorously before he was interrupted.

“Don’t worry about the game Yn, we will put in our sub and thanks to Sumu’s service ace, we are ahead a set,” Coach answered, coming up with Meian and Sakusa

“Just worry about having that baby Yn!” Meian chuckled as you smiled.

“Please take YN to the hospital now, do you know how unsanitary birthing a baby here would be?” Sakusa demanded as Atsumu blindly nodded and took control of you, Osamu running ahead to grab his car to help.

At the hospital, the doctor checked you before the anesthesiologist made their way to you, providing you with a moment to breathe. Osamu was waiting outside, not wanting to miss the birth of his brothers baby.

“Don’t you wanna watch the game Sumu?” You asked as your partner came beside you and grabbed your hand.

“Nah, Hinata texted me and told me we won. I’ll just watch it when we get home from the hospital. Plus, I want our baby to see how awesome I look on TV!”

You giggled, laying your head back as you rested your body. Atsumu right by your side as you entered this new stage of life together.

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mimilind · 1 year

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Sent to Middle-earth - Part 3

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Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 2500

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3. To Rivendell

On your way to the throne room, you noticed Legolas' back straighten. Like he was bracing himself for meeting his father.

This time when entering the elegant hall, you felt less scruffy. You had bathed, and the tunic you borrowed from Legolas was still clean. And your hair probably looked nice with the braids he had made on you.

“My lord, the prisoner has escaped,” said Legolas stiffly.

Two red spots appeared on Thranduil’s pale cheeks. “Escaped?”

“Aye. I am sorry.” Legolas told him about the orcs’ surprise attack and his suspicion it had all been planned.

Thranduil’s face looked like it was carved in ice. “How come the orcs surprised you?” His voice was controlled, like he fought hard not to yell.

“I was not paying attention to the surroundings,” Legolas admitted. “I did not believe such a small creature could cause any trouble.”

You wanted to tell him not to be so honest. Why not smoothing it over? That’s what you would have done.

“I see.” The frost in his voice made you shiver. “And what do you suggest I tell Gandalf? He trusted the prisoner in our care. How humiliating.”

“I am sorry,” Legolas repeated. “My guards are tracking Sméagol. With luck, they will catch him.”

Thranduil sighed, and some of the tension left his rigid form. “Well then. Since you put me in this situation, if the prisoner is not caught, you tell the wizard. Elrond should know where to find him. You will bring the news to Imladris yourself.”

Legolas bowed. “Aye, my lord.” He met your gaze. This was just what you had said.

“Why is the human here?” Thranduil looked at you like you were something the cat had dragged in.

“I do have a name,” you said, affronted by his manners – or rather, lack thereof.

“Come.” Legolas was already halfway out of the door, obviously not wanting to stay longer than necessary.

When you had left the Elvenking’s hall, Legolas followed you to your room. He seemed a bit subdued after the row with his father.

“Why did you make it sound like it was your fault?” you asked.

“Because it was. I was in charge of my company, but instead of staying alert we shared a meal. Had I not been… busy, I might have heard the orcs sooner and prevented it.”

You felt your cheeks heat. He had been busy making braids on you. Still, he was too harsh on himself.

“Even if you had heard them sooner, you would still have to fight the orcs, and Sméagol would have escaped. It was an accident.”

He smiled weakly. “Maybe. Either way, what is done, is done. No need to dwell on it.” He politely opened your door for you. “Now, get some rest, and hopefully your hip will feel better tomorrow.”

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As predicted, the guards did not catch Gollum, and it was decided Legolas should carry the news of his escape to Imladris. By now, your hip had healed so well you could walk with only a cane for support, and Thranduil ordered his son to make a stop on the way and return you to the elf family where you lived. It was clear the Elvenking did not want a human in his halls longer than necessary.

You did not complain – quite the contrary. You wanted to go, but all the way to Elrond’s realm of course. You just had to persuade Legolas it was a good idea to bring you there.

Legolas had been busy searching for the prisoner, so you had not seen much of him since Sméagol’s escape. Therefore, when it was finally time to leave and he came to pick you up, you were both excited and a bit nervous.

You had not gone far when a tall elf met you in the corridor. To your surprise it was Thranduil himself, coming to see his son off. You hoped they would not part as enemies, considering it would be a long while until they met again.

The Elvenking was elegantly garbed as usual, but he was not wearing his crown, and there were no courtiers following him.

“May you have a safe journey,” he said.

“Thank you.” Legolas bowed politely.

You wanted to yell at them to not be so stiff and formal and hug each other already. You were sure they needed it.

“Do not linger too long. Deliver the message and return here as fast as you can.”

Legolas' eyes briefly flickered in your direction. “I shall try,” he said noncommittally. Did he remember you said he would join the Fellowship, and realize he might be gone for a long time?

“If you meet the wizard, do not let him talk you into another stupid scheme. I shudder to think of what he and Elrond can come up with together. Next, they will probably send us an orc to guard – or worse, a dwarf.” Thranduil paused, and his expression became softer than you had ever seen it before. “And… be careful. I only have one son, you know.”

“I will.” Legolas pressed his arm briefly. “Farewell, Father.” The look on his face made your chest feel too tight.

“Farewell, Legolas.” The Elvenking’s elegant coat billowed as he turned away, but not fast enough to hide the mist in his eyes. And then he was gone.

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To your pleasant surprise, it was more than easy to persuade Legolas to bring you along with him – it was even he who suggested it.

“So far, your history books were true: Sméagol escaped, and now I am sent to Imladris. I need to know the rest of what will happen, and I am sure Elrond will want to hear it as well.”

The ride took a couple of weeks, and you used the time to tell Legolas the whole story while his accompanying guards stayed out of hearing range.

When you had finished, you discussed at length who else to tell. Should you, for example, tell Boromir? It might save his life if you did. And should you tell the other members of the future Fellowship, to spare them the grief of Gandalf’s apparent demise? But what if they then did things differently, and it ruined the quest?

In the end, you decided it was best to first tell Elrond, who was very wise, and let him decide.

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Imladris, or Rivendell, as men called it, was the most beautiful place you had ever seen. Everywhere you looked were lovely gardens, flowerbeds and sparkling fountains, and the air was full of birdsong. The houses were painted in light colors, with decorative wood carvings and many balconies on ornate pillars.

Shortly after your arrival, Lord Elrond received you in his study. Just as Legolas, his movie persona was only a weak shadow of his real self. Like all elves he was very handsome, and looked neither young nor old – but there was a depth in his eyes, speaking of fathomless years and much wisdom. In addition, he seemed exceptionally kind. You instantly liked him.

After hearing your tale, Elrond was silent for a long time before speaking. As the minutes ticked by, you nervously fingered a loose thread on Legolas' tunic which you still wore. What would his decision be?

“You did the right thing to come to me with this,” he said at last. “I have pondered at length over how to proceed, and come to the conclusion it must remain a secret. As much as I regret that this means some will die, it is a war after all, and losses are expected. I cannot risk changing anything and perhaps ruin our victory. It’s a good thing only Legolas knows, who seems to have a lesser role in the coming events – if he keeps his mouth shut, the quest will proceed the way it is meant to.”

“What happens to me?”

“You stay here, of course.”

“But I–”

“You are no warrior. You will stay.” His gaze was steady and his voice firm, and you knew a lost cause when you saw one. You sighed.

His ancient eyes filled with sympathy. “Do not feel disheartened. At least you already know your friend will survive, and you shall be reunited soon.” The way he emphasized the word ‘friend’ made it clear his perceptive eyes had picked up on your feelings.

After your meeting, you went to look for Legolas, and not surprisingly found him wandering in the beautiful gardens.

You told him what Elrond had said, and added rather glumly: “I wish I could go with you.”

“It’s a dangerous quest,” he objected.

“I already know what dangers there will be. I can stay out of trouble.”

He only smiled, and changed the subject. “It’s so beautiful here!” He swept out with his hand towards some maples, covered in multicolored autumn shrouds.

You looked at him. “Mm. Very beautiful.” You were not referring to the trees.

He glanced at you, his cheeks coloring slightly. You knew your feelings were probably written all over you, but did not care if you were obvious. He would leave soon, and you would be alone here, and he might as well know the truth before he went.

You angrily kicked away an innocent stone from your path.

“Ai! Chin up. I know what will cheer you up,” he said, taking your hand. You enjoyed his touch, but your spirits were still down and you followed him with rather heavy feet.

He led you to what appeared to be a larder. “I shall sneak in and grab something tasty, and then we have a nice picnic.”

When he had left, you rested your back against the wooden wall, arms crossed over your chest. You were not going to be bribed into happiness so easily. Food. Pah!

Almost smugly, you noticed some dark clouds above the yellow and red treetops; bad weather coming in. There goes his stupid picnic!

Legolas returned with a basket and a flagon of wine.

“It’s going to rain,” you said sourly.

“Then we have an indoor picnic.” He took your hand again. “Come!”

Legolas brought you to the apartment Elrond had assigned him; a spacious suite with a living room, bedroom and even an indoor bathroom. Your own quarters were much simpler, but then, you were not a prince.

He took a floral blanket from his bed and spread it on the floor, and placed the basket in the middle. “There. Let’s pretend this is a beautiful lawn full of daisies!”

His winsome smile melted away the last of your resistance, and you sat cross legged opposite to him, accepting a cup of wine and a full plate.

“Sorry if I seem ungrateful,” you said, nibbling a piece of dried fruit.

“I understand. Truly, I wish it were different.” His gaze met yours. “I shall miss you.”

“It’s worse for the one left behind.”

“I imagine it is.”

You ate and drank in silence for a while. The sound of rain on the window mingled with sweet music in the distance; perhaps coming from the Hall of Fire in the adjacent building.

The room was growing dark, and Legolas lit a wax candle. In its flickering light he was almost ethereally handsome; his eyes dark and deep as the ocean, and his blonde strands glowing like molten gold.

He sidled closer to you, and you mimicked his maneuver, and soon there was no distance left.

Tentatively you took his hand, and traced the lines inside his palm with your finger. He shivered, and your eyes met. Catching your hand, he kissed it, his gaze still locked in yours. The air around you felt thick and charged with power.

You could not have said who started it, but suddenly your faces were very close and your lips met. It only lasted a moment before both retracted a bit, making sure the other was willing to continue. Clearly you were.

This time he cupped your cheek, stroking it while kissing you deeper than before, and you felt his tongue tentatively touch your lower lip. You opened your mouth and allowed him in, while burying your fingers in his soft hair.

He touched your ear again, and his lips left your mouth to kiss it lightly. Then he trailed a series of pecks down your neck.

“I thought…” you began, but broke off when he reached your collarbone. It felt so good, and you drew in a breath.

“Thought what?” His voice was husky.

“I thought you could not do this. That it means… Means…”

He stilled his motions, his lips still on your neck. “Actually… it does, and I shouldn’t.”

You wished you had not said anything, but to your relief you felt him kiss your collarbone again, and his hand slid around to stroke your back.

Pulling up his tunic, you explored his smooth skin underneath, and felt him do the same on you. Your heart was beating fast, and by now both of you were becoming a bit breathless.

You got a crazy idea, and your mouth decided to speak it out loudly: “If we were married Elrond might let me join the quest.”

He was nipping your earlobe and his voice tickled your ear as he replied: “I think not.”

“Then I could sneak out and follow you. He can’t lock me in, can he?” You undid the top button of his tunic, and the next one.

Cupping your cheek, he held you out so he could look you in the eye. “Are you serious?”

“Of course! I don't want to be left behind.”

“I meant… about marriage.”

“Oh.” Were you serious? What you were doing right now was basically the equivalent of starting the walk down the aisle. If you went all the way with Legolas, then according to elvish customs he would be your husband. Forever. Did you want that?

Yes. Yes of course! You wanted Legolas, body and soul. You wanted to be married to him.

“I’m serious,” you said earnestly, taking his hand and pressing it.

You could not quite interpret his expression as he met your gaze, but then the corner of his lip turned up. “My father will kill me.” He bent forward and kissed you lightly. “First I leave on a lengthy and dangerous mission – quite opposite to his instructions – and then I return with a human spouse.”

“So you say yes, then?” You heard your voice tremble.

“I do.” He scooped you up in his arms, and carried you into the bedroom. “I do,” he repeated, placing you on the bed and sealing his words with a deep, eager kiss.

Filled with a joy so strong you thought you might burst, you hungrily kissed him back.

And thus you were wed like elves sometimes are, without betrothal ceremonies or rings – just the two of you, and the union of your bodies.

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The final, optional part will not be safe for work. ;)

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omgsquee2001 · 1 year

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Ollo vae ~ Sweet Dreams

@mnmerrit6902 said: Ok so I had another Frodo Baggins imagine in mind. Scenario: after the adventure, Frodo gets frequent nightmares and yn is the only one who can comfort (and maybe sing) him back to sleep.

Okay, so since it was t specified whether the reader is female, male or gender neutral, I am going to make the reader gender neutral. If you would like me to chance that, let me know.

Also, I can’t imagine the amount of nightmares all of the Hobbits must have after returning from the quest🥺🥺

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Ollo vae ~ Sweet Dreams: Frodo Baggins x Gender Neutral Reader

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Frodo was there again.

“Look Mr Frodo, a doorway! We’re almost there!” Sam shouted, carrying Frodo on his shoulder.

He was back at Mount Doom, trying to destroy the Ring. Suddenly Gollum appeared on top of a huge boulder. “Clever Hobbits to climb so high!” Gollum mocked. Sam looked up and saw the creature. Gollum dropped on Frodo’s back on top of Sam They struggled, but Sam fell back, dropping Frodo.

Frodo whimpered out in his sleep, crying out slightly. His partner, [Y/N] awoke from their slumber, noticing Frodo’s face turning in anguish. [Y/N] frowned.

“Frodo?” They whispered.

Gollum tried to grapple with Frodo and got his hands around Frodo’s throat. “Mustn’t go that way! Mustn’t hurt the precious!” Gollum shouted.

“You swore! You swore on the precious!” Frodo shouted.

“You swore.” Frodo mumbled. [Y/N] knew what was happening. Frodo was having another nightmare. They crawled over and gently shook Frodo’s shoulders, trying to wake him up.

“Frodo, wake up, it is a dream, love.” [Y/N] said. Gollum mocked Frodo.

“Sméagol promised!” Frodo shouted. Gollum hummed.

“Sméagol lied!” Gollum sneered. He growled as he continued to squeeze Frodo’s throat.

“Frodo.” A familiar voice called. Frodo was looking around, the pressure of Gollum’s hands still on his throat. “Frodo, it is just a dream, love.” The voice said again. The voice sounded, kind and loving. “Frodo, come back to me, darling.” The voice said again.

Frodo gasped and opened his eyes, and shot up, looking around in fear. Gentle hands gently grasped his hand. Frodo jolted and looked at the person. His eyes adjusted to the darkness in his home and he saw his partner, his lover, his [Y/N].

“Frodo, it’s alright, my love. You’re safe.” [Y/N] said kindly. “Look around you, my love. You’re not there any more.” They said. Frodo looked around at his surroundings. He wasn’t at Mount Doom any more. He didn’t see any lava. He didn’t see ash gray rocks or boulders. He didn’t see Gollum. Or Sam. Instead, he saw walls. Familiar, comforting walls. The walls of his home. Of Bag End. He felt the sheets under his fingers. He felt the warm flesh of his lover’s hand. Frodo looked over at [Y/N].

“It was so real.” He whispered. [Y/N] frowned in sympathy.

“I know, love. I know. I get them to.” [Y/N] said. They opened their arms for a hug. Frodo took the chance and cuddled into his love’s embrace. [Y/N] lowered their bodies’ down so that they were laying on the bed again. Frodo sighed shakily as he lay his head on his lover’s chest. [Y/N] gently ran their fingers through Frodo’s curly hair.

“We were so close,” Frodo whispered. It took [Y/N] a little bit to realize that Frodo was talking about his nightmare. “Then, Gollum came. H-He tried to kill me.” Frodo whispered, tears filling his eyes. [Y/N] gently shushed him.

“Shh. But he didn’t, Frodo. You’re safe and you’re alive. You destroyed the Ring. Gollum is gone. He can’t hurt you anymore. And if he were still here, I wouldn’t let him lay a finger on you.” [Y/N] said. Frodo sighed and sniffed. [Y/N] kept running their fingers through his hair. “Shh. Relax your mind, Frodo. Relax your body.” [Y/N] whispered. Frodo sighed.

“I can’t.” He said fearfully.

“Would you like me to sing to you then?” [Y/N] asked. They felt Frodo’s head move in a nod. [Y/N] nodded. “Very well. I will sing, my love.” They felt Frodo move around, trying to get comfortable. As [Y/N] thought of songs to sing, once came to mind that a friend had taught them. They smiled and started to sing.

“‘Ter i lóme, nai lye ómanya rahtuva, Or i súre, nai lyenna órenya wilyuva.

Nai loruvalye, Hendu holine. Nai loruvalye, Éli calime.

Á sasta ingalya or telcunyat, nanwie nauvar ilye olorilyar.

Á pata ter fend' ex’ Ardanna, Á papátu mina tyelepta cala.

Nai loruvalye, Hendu holine. Nai loruvalye, Éli calime.

Á sasta ingalya or telcunyat, nanwie nauvar ilye olorilyar.’” [Y/N] sang. Frodo recognized the language as Elvish. [Y/N] began to sing the translation.

“‘Through the night, may my voice reach you, Over the wind, may my heart fly to you...May you sleep, Eyes closed... May you sleep, Stars luminous...Rest your head over my lap, all your dreams will be reality

Step through a door to another Realm, Slowly walk into the silver light

May you sleep, Eyes closed... May you sleep, Stars luminous...Rest your head over my lap, all your dreams will be reality.’” [Y/N] finished singing. Frodo glanced at his lover.

“Where did you learn to sing in Elvish?” He asked. [Y/N] chuckled lightly.

“Lady Arwen taught it to me before we left, on the second day of Aragorn’s coronation.” [Y/N] said. “Sleep now, my love. I will be here when you awaken. I will protect you from your nightmares.” [Y/N] whispered, pressing a loving kiss to Frodo’s forehead. They felt Frodo sigh as he fell asleep once again. [Y/N] sighed and kissed his head. “Ollo vae. Sweet dreams, my love.”

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// @mnmerrit6902 I hope you like this. If you don’t, I’m more than happy to rewrite it. I also apologize for getting this out late.//

#frodo x reader #request

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ao3feed-tolkien · 10 months

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Lovers | Frodo Baggins x Reader

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

by se4shell

started off with simple headcanons I came up with for Frodo. But then it turned into lengthy, story headcanons. I couldn’t help myself !

please do not copy/repost or translate this ! thank you !

Words: 3530, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

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

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Frodo Baggins, Reader, Sam Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Aragorn | Estel, Arwen Undómiel, Galadriel | Artanis, Rosie Cotton, Gollum | Sméagol, Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Bilbo Baggins, Shelob (Tolkien)

Relationships: Frodo Baggins/Reader, Frodo Baggins & Reader, Frodo Baggins/You

Additional Tags: AFAB reader - Freeform, Established Relationship, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Explicit Language, Sexual Content, lord of the rings headcanons, frodo baggins x female reader, frodo baggins deserves happiness, Adorable Frodo Baggins, Canon Divergence - The Lord of the Rings, big sad in the first part, funny in the second, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Canon Compliant, Hobbit Reader

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lord-westley · 3 years

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Another request for a 10 min fic extension for Slimy Kisses please? AHAHAHAHA i love your crack fics. This is what the fandom needs

SK Part 2:Consequences

Gollum x reader

Crack

Warnings: pregnancy, hella fricken weird read at your own risk

A/N: YOU GOT IT BBY- I know I said goodnight but I looked at the time, noticed a notification and immediately had to write it :) I didn’t finish in time 😭

Oh god what the hell- you’ve been puking for the past few days every morning. It couldn’t possibly be what you’ve eaten. All you’ve eaten was some bread rolls.

Maybe you’re coming down with a sickness?? That would suck balls since you now live in the middle of nowhere after marrying Gollum. Apparently the way to marry someone is through sex and that night in the cave definitely went much much further than-

O h

O H F-

Screams of terror echoed throughout the mountains, scaring every single bird in proximity of 500 Twix bars.

“This can’t be haPPENING nO frik frik FRICK” you chanted in your head. It echoed in your skull due to the lack of brain.

How the hell are you going to tell Gollum?? He’ll eat the child- oh god he’s the dad. What is the child even gonna look like?? Like a mix of a dead possum trampled by horses and a unicorns asshole??

Well I mean… a unicorns asshole is actually really pretty- thats besides the point.

The point is. You’re pregnant. It’s gollum’s child. You’ve been married- heck only known each other for a week. You can’t have a kid- you’re not young enough!! You’re not in your prime anymore like those old hags in town said.

They were right, you should’ve gotten married off at 13, maybe then you’d have a chance and not be having a Hershey bar melted in 112F heat of a child.

You take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. There’s no use screaming and losing your head about it. It’s happened. It’s done with. Now you have to deal with it.

The only question that rings through your head at the moment is “how will I tell Gollum?”

That thought is broken, and you jump 15 feet like those nasty ass jumping spiders in the toilet trying to climb up your booty hole when you hear a voice at the entrance of the cave.

“Wifffeyyyyy- I’m hoo

#FRICK I RAN OUT OF TIME #OH WELL #lattes 150 celebration #lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #lord of the rings x reader #the hobbit x reader #lotr x reader #gollum #smeagol #Gollum x reader #Sméagol x reader

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moonrainbowfish · 3 years

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Lotr characters and how they would show you their affection Part 2:

A/N: thanks for all the notes on the first part everyone! I hope you will enjoy the second part just as much!

Also big thanks to @msfandomfreak for helping me again. But I blame you for making me write for Gollum/Sméagol lmao.

Arwen:

She's very kind and gentle and enjoys giving you gifts. She also would treasure anything you gift to her. Arwens love for you is so pure. Full of light and hope. She sees you as someone to cherish. Someone, she would never want to loose. She is also very loyal towards you and would die for you. She would give up anything for you, including her immortality in a heartbeat. She doesn't even care what her father thinks. She loves you and that's all what matters to her.

Elrond:

Elrond is definitely very protective of you, he would never forgive himself, should anything bad happen to you. He loves to spend all his afternoon with you, sharing an intellectual conversation. Just like you, Elrond is also very smart and he appreciates your intelligence. But it was your courage which actually drew him to you, the way you always stand up for those weaker honestly made his heart beat faster. He'll always let you know, he really cares about you and you're always welcome in Rivendell.

Galadriel:

Galadriel would give you words of affirmation. Letting you know your presence is always wanted and important even if you think otherwise. She will guide you with her wise words and is very gentle and soft towards you. Sometimes she would talk to you telepathically and giving you encouragement. She would compliment and flirt with you telepathically and secretly loves the flustered look on your face.

"Always remember Y/N. You're stronger than they think you are. I believe in you."

Éomer:

Towards you Éomer is really sweet and a true gentleman who knows how to treat his partner right. He would compliment you, telling you how nice you look today. He's also a fan of physical affection and he likes showing everyone that you're his. He's still a tough warrior tho and would protect you with all his might. He doesn't want you to fight, but it's because he doesn't want you to experience the horrors of war, not because he thinks you're weak. It's quite the opposite actually, you're one of the strongest people he knows.

Éowyn:

Éowyn is very supportive and always believes in you. She always makes sure you know how valuable you are and likes to teach you how to fight. She had lost so much in her life. Her loved ones, family, friends. So she wouldn't risk loosing you too. She'd protect you from any dangerous situation and prefers to keep you by her side, so she can watch over you. You would often meet by the stables where you would talk about almost anything and share lots of lighthearted moments.

Faramir:

Faramir would love telling you stories as well as eagerly listen to yours. He is very supportive and loving towards you and always makes sure you know how important you are to him. Faramir also knows what it's like to get no love from his father so he makes sure to always be there for you. Faramir is so sweet, optimistic and gentle towards you. He wants you to know, how loved you are.

"Faramir, is it true that you love me?"

"With all my heart, Y/N. I always have and I always will."

Haldir:

In public, Haldir is very prideful and calm. But when you both are alone, he is very sweet and gentle with you, pressing light kisses to your temple and caressing your cheek. I feel like he would take a walk with you through Lothloriens woods and would trust you with his deepest secrets. He is also very loyal and protective of you, and is willing to do anything to keep you safe.

"Come melleth nin, there's something I'd like to show you." He would say, as he leads you to a secret spot in the forest.

Gollum/Sméagol:

At first he screamed at you and threatened to kill you. But you were always kind to him. You pitied the poor creature, twisted by a powerful ring. He loves to catch fishes, or even rabbits for you. You're the only true friend he has and deep down inside he really appreciates it. He soon realized you truly cared for him, somehow he did too. His Sméagol side truly wants to be your friend where as his Gollum side thinks you're just here to keep his precious away from him which often leads to the creature of two minds fighting with himself.

"We likes them, my precious. At least we thinks we does, yesss"

"But they're nasty precious. We can't trust them, nooo"

"You'll see precious. They are our friend. Yes they are, our only true friend."

#lotr x y/n #lotr x reader #lotr imagine #lotr preferences #lord of the rings #arwen x reader #galadriel x reader #eomer x reader #eowyn x reader #faramir x reader #haldir x reader #gollum #sméagol #elrond x reader

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bandersnatchmywigho · 3 years

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Henry Cavill Imagine - In the Night

A/N: I originally intended this to just be a fluff, but it evolved into something more

Summary: Henry has to pull you away from your hours of gaming on his new PC.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Requested: No

Word count: 1,927 words

Warnings: Strong language, unprotected sex, and Arthur Morgan

You were sat at Henry’s computer, deeply focused on the game in front of you. You were hunched over in his chair, not resting your back on the backing or your feet on the floor. You quite literally looked like Sméagol, but you were too distracted to pay attention to your shitty posture. Arthur Morgan galloped away on his horse on the screen in front of you, a bounty tied to the back of his horse. You were just about to turn the bounty in when you felt an embrace from behind and someone’s lips kissing your neck.

“Fuck!” You yelled, dropping your controller and headphones in the process. Your heart pounded against your chest and blood rushed to your ears. Your hand clutched your rapidly moving chest and your feet were back on the floor. You took a second to collect yourself before turning to the laughing person behind you.

Henry was keeled over in laughter and pointing at you. “That’s not funny, Henry. I wasn’t paying attention,” you complained, folding your arms. He wiped the tears from his eyes before standing up from his crouched position on the floor. He continued to silently laugh for a bit while leaning over to console you by kissing you on the forehead.

“C’mon, baby. It’s time to go to bed. It’s almost 2 am,” he said. You yawned in response and earned another chuckle out of him.

You sighed in defeat as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes: “Yeah, I guess so.” You turned back to the computer and exited out of the game before shutting the computer down. You stared at the black screen in resignation for a bit before he nudged you to get up. Spinning around in the chair, you lifted up your arms, motioning for him to pick you up.

“Are you serious?” He looked down at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Pleaseeeeeee,” you pleaded. He thought to himself for a few seconds before scooping you up bridal style. You screeched in delight and wrapped your arms around his neck. You kissed him all over his face, his neck, his lips and snuggled your face into the crook of his neck. A laugh came from deep within his chest as he continued walking towards the bedroom. He gently laid you on your side and pulled the blanket out from under you before joining you underneath it.

You both assumed your usual sleeping positions: him laying on his back with one arm around you and you laying across his chest and tangling your legs with his.

“Hmm this is nice,” you hummed. He gently stroked your hair to which you moaned a bit. His grip tightened and he dug his nails a bit deeper with the next stroke. You moaned louder this time, your ulterior motives becoming more clear.

You turned in his arms and moved forward to meet his lips. He gladly kissed back as you pressed your face into his. It was gentle kissing at first, mostly testing the waters until he slipped his tongue into your mouth. As you fought to dominate the kiss again, the long forgotten grip on your hair returned and pulled your head back. You gasped in response and looked down at him through bleary eyes. His eyes were dark and lips were swollen.

“Get on your back,” he instructed. You obliged as he assumed his position over you, straddling your legs between his. He dipped down and continued to kiss you with the same fervor as before.

“Henry,” you moaned into his mouth and he moaned back. He broke away to kiss down your jaw and neck. Wet kisses littered your throat and clavicle as he continued his pursuit down your body. His hands were everywhere at once before finding their place at the hem of your shirt. He slowly lifted it up, urging you to take it off. You lifted your head and arms to remove it before tossing the shirt somewhere in the darkness of the bedroom. He stood up for a second to remove his before returning to your body.

You reach behind yourself to unclip your bra and were met with an onslaught of kisses and nips as soon as your breasts were freed. Your hand shot up to the back of his neck and pulled at the hair on the nape of his neck. Henry nipped and sucked at your left breast while fondling and pinching the other. He did this for a while before switching and paying the same amount of love and attention to your right one.

“Fuck, why are you so good at that?” You gasped. He laughed darkly and started moving further down your body. He pulled your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. You suddenly realized how exposed you now were and attempted to close your legs in embarrassment.

“No no, don’t do that, baby. Let me see you,” Henry said, opening your legs again. Wetness dripped down your pussy and you felt it pulsating with heat and desire. He nudged your legs wider before dipped his head down to face it. You looked up to the ceiling and shuddered as he withheld himself from indulging so quickly. All you could feel was the breath from his mouth fanning rhythmically on you. You arched your back in an attempt to move closer to his mouth, but all you got was a heavy arm placed over your hips, pinning you down to the mattress.

“You didn’t think I was gonna give it to you that easy, huh? I’m just gonna sit here and watch you squirm until you say what you want me to do,” He teased.

You whined in response, but refused to concede. You weren’t going to beg.

“C’mon pretty girl. Just say the words and I’ll do anything you want me to. Say it. Say ‘Henry, I want you to lick my pussy and make me feel good.’”

You scoffed and folded your arms, but inside, your brain was screaming at you to just say it. Get over your pride and give in.

You must have waited a while because, all of the sudden, Henry was moving away from you.

“No no no, don’t leave! I’ll say it. I’ll say it,” you reacted. He looked you directly in the eyes and patiently waited. Your confidence diminished immediately at the intense eye contact you two shared and you found yourself right back where you started.

“Fuck,” you quietly cursed to yourself, looking away. Henry said nothing and made no movement otherwise. A few beats. “Ummmmm… HenryIwantyoutolickmypussyandmakemefeelgood,” you said through your teeth. Your eyes roamed the room and looked at everything instead of him.

“Huh? What was that? I didn’t hear you,” He said, putting his hand up to his ear. You scoffed again and repeated it in the same exact manner. Henry turned your face towards his: “Say it again and look me in the eyes when you do.”

You gulped. “Henry, I want you to lick my pussy and make me feel good.”

“Fuck, that’s all you had to say,” he groaned before quickly assuming his position from before. You had no time to reply before you felt his slick tongue slide achingly slow up your pussy. You were paralyzed with pleasure and let out a loud moan. He swirled his tongue around your clit and gently massaged it. Your legs shuddered and your hand found its place back on the nape of his neck. You guided his head where you wanted it.

His tongue was all over you. At some point he had added his fingers, but you were too preoccupied with the bliss he was bringing you to notice. It was all too much at once. His mouth. His fingers. His slick tongue. All of it bringing you to a peak.

“Henry, I’m gonna come,” you said frantically. His unrelenting motions continued and without fail, you came all over his tongue. The pleasure was blinding white as he drew more and more out of you. Your legs shook and your back arched off the bed. You moaned his name over and over. Eventually you pulled his head off of you as you become oversensitive. He had a big smile on his face, but you wiped it off with a kiss, tasting yourself on him.

You reached down to cradle his hard-on through his sweatpants and he moaned into your mouth. You continued to grope him: “I want you to take these off for me.” The previous embarrassment you felt shed off like skin from a snake.

“Shit, you don’t have to tell me twice,” he responded gleefully. You stared down as he removed his pants and boxers to see him rock hard. He kicked the ends off his feet before returning to you, stroking his dick and spreading his precum down the shaft. Thank God I’m on birth control, you thought to yourself. He was well-endowed.

You moaned as he slowly dragged the head of his cock through your wetness. He gently teased your clit for a couple seconds before moving down to your entrance. “You ready?” He asked.

“Yes,” you stated desperately. He slowly pushed in and you both groaned in unison. “Fuck, Henry. You’re so fucking big.”

Henry kissed you in response and pushed until his pelvis met yours. With his dick now fully sheathed within you, he slowly pulled out before slowly pushing back in. He slowly found a rhythm that had you both moaning messes. He ground his hips into yours as you clenched to meet him. He stuttered a bit before saying “Fuck, don’t do that, baby.”

You giggled before he hit a spot in you that had you seeing stars. You moaned his name and he took that as his cue to keep aiming there. Your back arched and made the pleasure even more unbearable. Searing hot pleasure starting coursing through your veins from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. Your eyes went completely black and you couldn’t distinguish where Henry began and you ended.

“Oh fuck you’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” he laughed at your state. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you impossibly closer towards him. Nothing could slip past the little distance left between your bodies. You were molded together like clay. He continued his strokes and you found that coil deep within you finally snapping. You moaned loudly as pleasure overcame you and Henry swallowed those moans with a deep, passionate kiss. You became putty in his arms as he chased his high right after you. His movements sped up and your body involuntarily clenched around him, speeding up the process for him. He came with a gasp and his seed filled your insides. You leaned up to kiss him again and he returned it. After a few kisses here and there, he finally pulled out and dropped down to the bed next to you.

“You did so good, Henry,” you cooed as he kissed the top of your head. “You too, Y/N.”

He untangled himself from your arms to stand up and search for a warm washcloth. When he returned, he cleaned you up first and then himself before rejoining you in the bed.

“Okay, now it’s really time for bed,” he stated, indicating the clock that glowed with the time 3:12 am. “Oh fuck,” you laughed.

“‘Oh fuck’ is right. It’s time to go to sleep. Good night,” he said, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

“Good night, baby. Sweet dreams.”

Henry Cavill tags: @seriouslygoodlookinggents @stephartrave @icygurl56

#hope y'all enjoyed!#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x you #fanfic #smut

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idjitlili · 4 years

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Legolas x reader

Summary: imagine some how being transported into Tolkien’s universe of the the lord of the rings. You are travelling with Gimil, Aragorn ,and legolas. You force the blond elf to sing. Uhh sorry if the lyrics are wrong.

Word count :1082

(Not my gif , thank you)

We had been running for three day, no food , no rest , we had to catch up the hobbits and rescue them.

Your legs ache with pain and turmoil, your throat crispier than fried chicken. You felt like you could fall and die, you felt sorry for Gimil having such short legs.

Legolas stood a head , you knew what was about to go down.

“Legolas what do your elf eyes see?” Aragorn asks bluntly.

“They are taking the hobbits to Isengard!” He shouts, they start running after them again.

You run after them ,

“They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard,

They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard,

They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard

Gard gard gard gard” whilst singing , but not really singing just shouting, legolas looks back at you confused, you smirk.

You begin your Gollum impression “whatcha say?”

“The hobbits ,the hobbits ,the hobbits ,the hobbits , to Isengard.” You mock legolas, still running.

“Stupid fat hobbit.” Again with your Gollum impression.

“Oh I can’t be bothered to sing the rest.” You speak breathlessly, Legolas stops again., he scowls.

“Blood has been spilled this night.” He states bluntly.

Before you know it, you are surrounded be eomer and soldiers from Rohan. The air is tense, you decide to break. Coping James Francos impression of Gollum in the interview.

“I’m Gollum , gimme my precious” you speak lowly with a crispy texture. Makingg the same face as James.

“Sméagol needs a ring.”

Now all eyes are on you, you just smiled shyly.

“What’s your name ,my lady?” Eomer speaks suddenly, breaking the silence that you worsened.

“Y/N,sir.” Legolas pulls you closer to him for whatever reason. Putting you you between him and Aragorn.

“What do you know of the creature Gollum?” He asks sharply.

“J-just stories I swear. It was uncomfortable silence.i needed to break it.”

“Hm, that was a mighty impersonation lady y/n. Not that you are ugly that creature.” He smiles at you.

“Thank you my Lord.” You blush at his compliment.

“Just Eomer is fine, my lady.” He smirks. You feel someone’s eyes staring you down hard, you know it’s not Eomer.

“ well then ,Eomer , then you must call me Y/N not lady.” You laugh.

Legolas coughs, “we are looking for two hobbits.” He states harshly , you look at him , he’s like stabbing Eomer with his eyes.

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Now you stood in the armour , while legolas, Gimil and Aragorn were getting ready for battle. However you are too cool , and are already ready.

So you are stood with them with a bowl with mash potatoes and a spoon. Just leaning on a stone wall watching.

Legolas keeps glancing your way , with confusion yet again. He keeps eying your potatoes, you wonder if he is hungry.

You catch him staring again , his face flashed with red, looking away instantly, going back to sorting his hair. You sit on the wooden table that is placed in the armour. With the bowl In your lap.

“Legolas are you hungry?” You question him.

He stares at you for moment,

“Yes..” you are surprised with his answer , his honesty. But you’re not surprised, he’s a twig.

You smile at him and gesture for him sit on the table next to you. Which he does , he looks in your bowl. His eyes wide.

“What is it?” He questions.

“potatoes, mash potatoes.” You inform him, grabbing the spoon and scooping mash onto, holding it for him to take.

“Have some ,it tastes good, I swear.” You reassure him , putting your right hand to your heart.

Reluctantly he takes the spoon, placing it into his mouth slowly, then removes it. You can see his toughest moving in his mouth as he swallows the food. He smiles at you.

“That is nice. Did you make it?”

“Yeah I did. I’m glad you like it.” A small blush rises upon your face , he smirks at you.

“Maybe you can teach me how too,we eat mostly salad in Mirkwood and lamas bread.” Be grins through his words.

“Yeah dude , I will. Don’t know where I am supposed to go after the ring is destroyed “ you look towards the rock floor , taking another bite of mash, then scooping up some for legolas, which he happily takes.

“I don’t know where I am going either ,I do not want to see my father, I am sure he will make me be his errand boy as you put it.” You laugh , remembering calling legolas , Thranduils errand boy.

“There’s no way I am going home, not that I would if I wanted to. But I am poor.”

“If you wanted you.. c-could come stay with “ he spoke nervously, now beet red.

“Yeah , I would that very much.” You smile brightly at him.

“Quick question though, do think sauron would like that I shaved an eye into my pubes?” You question , laughing , legolas is shocked at you words.

“Uh did you actually?” He asked you nod your head, his face is red and he bursts out laughing.

He pats your back,then rubs your back, pulling you into his side. You grab a spoonful of mash and shove it into his mouth, which he accepts. You lean up to pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Leaving his face flustered.

He smiles at you cupping you cheeks, and you wrap your arms around his neck carefully. Pulling his face closer to yours,his soft lips press gently against yours.

You both pull apart smiling at each other lovingly,

“Hey will you sing the Isengard song I’ll do the Gollum parts. “

“Ye-“ Legolas is cut off by a horn , “that wasn’t a orc horn.” He spoke again.

“Maybe you guys should save the Isengard song for a time where people aren’t going to die.” Aragorn speaks suddenly, and sassily.

“Oh yeah I forgot you guys were here.” You spoke towards Gimil and Aragorn.

“Well I guess I’ll see you after this thang” you embrace legolas.

“Yes you will , I am too pretty to die , as are you. Im Gollum gimme my precious .Sméagol needs a ring.”imagine legolas doing that face well my dude it just happened.

“AHAHA HE DID THE GOLLUM.”

#legolas imagine #legolas x reader #legolas x you #legolas x y/n #lotr x reader #lotr imagine #lord of the rings #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagine

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ladyideal · 4 years

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This is Us Chapter 3

Pairing: Legolas x OC!Reader

Word Count: 3414

Summary: When the One Ring was found, it becomes a journey across Middle Earth to destroy it. Watch as the Fellowship is formed, and crossed the continent, where loyalty will be tested, and love will blossom at the most unexpected places.

A/n: Look at that, 2 chapters in one week! This one is thankfully longer, same with the next one. And the next, and the next after that... Also the cave troll fight was a pain in the ass to write.

Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4

"The Mines are no place for a pony, even one so brave as Bill," Aragorn spoke the moment they arrived in front of the Doors of Moria.

"I'm gonna miss him," You spoke, watching fondly as the Ranger unhitched the pony's bridle.

"He'll be missed," The Ranger agreed.

"Buh bye Bill," Sam called out.

"Go on, Bill, go on. Don't worry Sam, he knows the way home," Aragorn spoke, watching as the pony clip clopped down the shore. By the time the Fellowship climbed from down the mountain, night had fallen.

Legolas sidled up to you. "Yare indóme tye nimeár- ilquen i tye're a Melain?" (When will you tell everyone that you're a Valar?)

You didn't answer, couldn't answer as Alena had shuffled up close to you at the exact same time the elf spoke. Not able to answer, you shot a glare at him and shook your head.

Not yet. Not this early.

"The Walls of Moria!" Gimli explained, halting in front of the doors. He frowned immediately when his axe clanged against the stone, not exactly knowing how to open the tall slab of rock. "Dwarf doors are invisible when closed."

"Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them, if their secrets are forgotten," Gandalf huffed out, tapping his staff too.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Legolas rolled his eyes, making the dwarf grumble wordlessly. You shared a grin with Alena at the bickering.

"Now let's see. Ithildin-," Gandalf thought out loud. As the company relaxed, you watched as Frodo's leg splashed loudly into the pool of water just outside the supposed doors of Moria.

"Careful Frodo," Aragorn warned.

"It mirrors only starlight and moonlight," The wizard suddenly announced, turning to you with a knowing look.

You nodded, and avoiding Alena's questioning glance, looked up at the sky. Almost immediately, the dark clouds parted away for the moon and the stars above. For a moment, you let yourself be homesick as the lights in the night sky danced happily in their brilliance. The silver lines grew bright, outlying a door formed of two columns beneath an arch, with a star in the center.

"Wow," You heard someone say.

"It reads 'The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter," Gandalf translated.

"What do you suppose that means?" Merry piped up.

"It's quite simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password, and the doors will open," The grey wizard paused. "Annon Edhellen, edro hi ammen!" (Gate of the Elves, open now for me!)

Nothing happened.

"Fennas Nogothrim, lasto beth lammen," He tried again. (Doorway of the Dwarf-folk, listen to the word of my tongue.)

"Nothing's happening," Pippin frowned.

You too were stumped. One glance around the Fellowship, and you could tell that you weren't the only one.

"I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves, Men, and Orcs."

"What are you going to do then, Gandalf?"

"Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words," Gandalf huffed out in annoyance.

Sitting on the shores of the water, the Fellowship sprawled around in relaxation. While Gandalf muttered different phrases, Merry and Pippin took turns throwing stones into the lake. Alena sat beside you, sharpening her sword, as you fiddled around with your arrows.

"Ando Eldarinwa, a lasta quettanya, Fenda Casarinwa" (Gate of Elves, listen to my word, Threshold of Dwarves)

"Stop Merry, Pippin," Aragorn ordered, observing the lake as it rippled.

"What?" The hobbits paused.

"Do not disturb the water."

"Oh, it's useless!" Gandalf sat down beside Frodo, done for the moment.

"Aragorn!" Boromir called out in warning, as the rest of the company glanced at the increasing ripples of the waters.

"It's a riddle," Frodo suddenly stood up. "Speak 'friend' and enter. What's the Elvish word for friend?"

"Mellon," Legolas answered.

The stone doors slowly swung open, rumbling deeply. Curiously, the Fellowship entered Moria through the newly gaping entrance. As the wizard reached into his robes, you stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Use mine, it'll glow longer," You offered a crystal.

Gandalf regarded you for a quick moment, but gently grabbed it from your palm. Placing a crystal into the top of his staff, the rest followed the wizard in. Aragorn followed last, casting one last distrustful glance at the water.

"Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves! Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone. This, my friend, is the home of my cousin, Balin," Glimli excitedly spoke. "And they call it a mine. A mine!"

"This is no mine," Boromir slowly spoke. "It's a tomb!"

The light from the staff glowed brighter, illuminating the space around them. Cobwebs and bones covered every part on the floor, old and withering weapons littered around, dried blood could be found, and a filthy smell lingered in the air.

"Yuck," Alena muttered.

"Goblins!" Legolas examined an arrow from a fallen Dwarf, pulled it out, and casted it aside in disgust. The four Hobbits back towards the door. Something stirred in the water behind them.

"We make for the Gap of Rohan. We should never have come here," Boromir shook his head.

"Now get out of here, get out!" Alena shouted from the back.

The rest of the company ran for the door. Suddenly, Frodo was grabbed from behind and pulled off his feet by a long, snaking tentacle. "Help!!"

"Aragorn!"

"Frodo!"

The watching creature at the gate released Frodo, and feigned disappearance under the waters. Suddenly, many tentacles sprung out of the water, slapping the other Hobbits aside and grabbing Frodo around the leg. He was pulled out and over into the air.

You cursed, and headed back the way you came in, ready to help. Yet, Legolas was faster than you. He ran back out onto the shore and started shooting. One of his arrows pierced a tentacle that was wrapping itself over Frodo's face.

"Strider, help!" The hobbit cried out.

Boromir, Alena, and Aragorn rushed to the water and started attacking the beast. It flung Frodo wildly in the air. Despite the Fellowship's efforts, the Hobbit was lowered towards a gapping maw in the water, ringed by fangs, set in a gilled face.

Finally arriving, you joined in the fight, aiming your arrows towards its head, in a futile attempt to injure the fell beast. Aragorn sliced through the tentacle holding Frodo, who fell into Boromir's waiting arms.

"Into the Mines!" Gandalf roared.

"Legolas! Y/N!" The Captain called as he and the two Rangers retreated. Running with Frodo in his arms, he ran into the gates as as a huge tentacle uncoiled a hand-like appendage, snaking after them.

You and Legolas both aimed, and watched as the two arrows both hit their marks. With both eyes of the beast struck, it recoiled with a painful roar of pain and anger.

"Run!"

Needing no other encouragement, you pulled Legolas towards the entrance. As the sea creature reached out once more, it teared the gates shut. Slabs of rocks dropped and the roof of the passageway caved in. The Fellowship stared back at one another as the last rays of moonlight disappeared behind.

"We now have but one choice," Gandalf spoke as the group caught their breaths. "We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than Orcs, in the deep places of the world."

You sucked in a gap, understanding his words. Could there be older enemies from even all the way back when the First Age started? Nodding anyways, you followed the wizard as he started his trek. "How long does it take to reach the other side?"

"It's a four-day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed," The Maiar answered quietly. You shook your head, it was going to be a long walk of silence filled with only your own terrified thoughts.

It was awhile, you didn't exactly how long had passed, before Gandalf halted the group in front of a cavern that led to a crossroads in the mine: three doorways loomed before them. The wizard glanced from one to the other and back.

"I have no memory of this place."

You groaned silently, but indicated for the company to sit and rest.

Seeing a small figure leaping from stone to stone, a startled Frodo walked over to where Gandalf was leaning against a boulder.

"There's something down there!"

You rose an eyebrow.

"It's Gollum."

"Gollum?"

"He's been following us for three days."

"He escaped the dungeons of Barad-Dûr!"

"Escaped? Or was set loose?" Gandalf eyed the creature. "And now the Ring has drawn him here. He will never be rid of his need for it. He hates and loves the Ring, as he hates and loves himself."

Some of the company, including you, watched as Gollum raised his head, eyes piercing through the darkness of the hall.

"Sméagol's life is a sad story. Yes, Sméagol he was once called. Before the Ring was found, before it drove him mad," The wizard quietly explained.

"It's a pity my uncle Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance!"

"Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death, and some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo?"

"Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise can not see all ends," You spoke out from beside Alena, watching as the young hobbit studied the floor with a sudden interest.

"My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill before this is all over," Gandalf spoke over Gollum's songs. "The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many."

"I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened, Gandalf."

"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought," Gandalf glanced at you again, but stood up. "Oh! It's that way."

"He's remembered!" Merry spoke.

As the Fellowship started down a dark stairway that the wizard pointed at, he placed his hat back on.

"No, but the air doesn't smell so foul down here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose."

You rolled your eyes at the words, but followed after Legolas to descend the stairway.

"Behold! The great realm and Dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf."

His staff illuminated a giant stone hall with tall pillars and arched ceilings.The Fellowship walked forward and through the hall, peering around a column. Seeing a ray of sunlight shining through a chamber, Gimli gasped and ran towards it without another thought.

Bodies and weapons scattered about it. The Dwarf stopped and kneeled by a crypt in the center of the room. A shaft of light illuminated through. Gandalf peered curiously at the tomb's surface, while the rest of the Fellowship observed the white bones of dead dwarves and enemies.

"No! No! No!" Gimli wailed, sobbing.

"'Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria.' He is dead then. It's as I feared," The wizard grimly translated the runes, looking around the small chamber.

Giving his staff and hat to Pippin, he bent down, and took a large and battered book from a corpse's hands. He opened it, clearing the dirt from its pages.

"They have taken the bridge, and the second hall. We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes," He read out loud, as Gimli peered up at the tall Maiar.

Pippin backed away slowly, as Gandalf continued.

"Drums, drums, in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out."

You glanced nervously at Legolas, then at Alena, then back to the elf again. Even he held a grim look on his face as he nervously grabbed his bow as though for reassurances.

The silence was broken by Pippin. Curiously, he reached out and lightly twisted the arrow within the corpse. The skull slipped off, falling into the well with a resounding crash, dragging with it a chain and bucket. Gandalf whipped around at the sound, including everyone else and towards the guilty hobbit. Noise echoed from hall to hall far below, as Pippin winced at each wave of noise.

You groaned, and threw your hands up in defeat. The others shook their heads, and scowled.

"Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!" Gandalf roughly slammed the tome shut. Pulling his hat and staff from the Hobbit's hands, he turned away. Pippin stood still awkwardly.

Until the drums sounded.

"Orcs!" Legolas notched an arrow as the team scrambled to get into position with their weapons.

"Hobbits, stay close to Y/N. Alena, with me," Aragorn ordered, drawing his own sword.

As Boromir rushed to the doors to have a look, arrows hissed into the door near his face. Too close of a comfort, as a matter of fact. A bellow was heard from just outside.

"They have a cave troll," He announced in sarcastic relief.

"Wonderful," You grumbled, grabbing an arrow from your back and readied your aim at the door.

Creatures began hacking the doors down. Weapons crashed through splintering spaces, creating little gaps just small enough for an arrow to sing through. When the first clear gap was gashed in the door, Legolas let go of his arrow, earning himself a shrill cry from the other side. The Elf quickly notched another to his bow as you shot another.

Suddenly, the fell beasts broke through and the battle begand. A wave of armor-clad Orcs charged towards the Fellowship, who happily engaged the Orcs head on. While you and Legolas pierced Orcs with your arrows, Aragorn, Alena, and Boromir smashed their swords against the enemy. Gimli caught one in the stomach with his axe.

With a loud roar, Gandalf launched himself into the fray with his sword, and the Hobbits huddled close to you, swords drawn and ready to fight. Aragorn beheaded an Orc, and black blood spewed forth. Suddenly Sam paused in the heat of battle, his attention drawn upwards.

"Here comes the cave troll, " Legolas shouted cheerfully beside you, as you and him sent endless volleys into the battle. You swung your head back to the entrance just when the cave troll smashed through the hallway.

"Thanks mellon," You replied cheekily. "Certainly enjoy being dramatic."

Legolas shot the cave troll in the shoulder, growling at your words, while the beast roared and clapped a hand to its wound. Sam continued to stare, frozen, as the troll swung his mace down at the Hobbit. At the last minute, he dived under the troll's legs and crawled in vain away as the troll turned, sighting him again.

"Sam!" You hollered, sliding protectively in front of the hobbit, shooting the troll's shoulders.

As the beast raised his arm to strike, he suddenly fell back. Aragorn and Boromir appeared behind the troll, pulling on its chains. Twisting its arm, the troll whipped Boromir across the chamber, landing in a recess of the wall, dazed.

You cursed under your breath as an orc towered above the Captain, ready to strike him down. When across the room, Aragorn slung his blade into the Orc's neck, and although still dazed, the Ranger pulled him up. While Gimli sliced the troll with his axe, Legolas stood in the corner, shooting another two arrows at the troll, forcing it to reel back in pain. Orcs streamed in, and you slid out your sword.

"Stay behind!" You called to the hobbits behind you. Whether they were behind you or not was one thing, but with the endless enemies, you could only do so much. The troll swung his chains above his head again at Legolas who dodged it. As the chain wrapped around a pillar, the elf shot the troll in the back of the head and jumped off.

As a result, the troll cringed, flattening its fellow orcs as it stumbled around in pain. Once recovered, The troll brought his mace down at the other Hobbits, causing them to jump aside. Now separated from Merry and Pippin, the troll seeked out Frodo, who tried to evade by hiding behind a pillar.

"Frodo!" Half of the Fellowship yelled, now fighting back in earnest to reach the hobbit.

Not being able to see him, it peered around the other side, causing Frodo to dodge out of its vision. Once it disappeared, the young hobbit carefully looked around the pillar. For now the troll was gone, and took a deep breath.

"Roar!" The troll blasted around the pillar, bellowing in Frodo's face. The Hobbit stumbed, and fell into a corner of the room. The troll grabbed him, and dragged him off of the edge of a recess. "Aragorn? Aragorn!"

"Frodo!"

Remembering that he still had Sting in hand, the hobbit wildly slashed the troll's hand. The fell beast instinctively dropped him to the ground, twisting his injured hand and staring at it. As Frodo laid on the floor, frozen in fear, his eyes widened at the impending doom.. It raised its mace and began to swing, but Aragorn leaped down into the recess as Legolas let go of his arrows aimed at the troll.

Although Pippin and Merry did their best by throwing stones at the troll's head, it swung his arm down. This time, hitting Aragorn, which sent him flying across the room.

With an oof, he collapsed onto the floor. Frodo raced after the fallen Ranger and tried to rouse him, but to no avail.

"Aragorn!" Alena screamed, pushing back the orcs with her dual bladed swords.

"Frodo no!" You echoed, slitting an orc's throat without another thought and trying to slog over where Aragorn laid.

The hobbit began to run, but the troll blocked his path with its spear, throwing him back. As if in slow mo, you and the company watched with wide eyes and half uttered screams, as the troll took aim and stabbed Frodo in the chest.

As the company stared in shock, the troll too seemed amazed at its own work.

Merry and Pippin glanced at each other and their faces appeared resolved. They leaped onto the beast, stabbing him mercilessly. "For Frodo!"

"Frodo?" Sam rushed to the fallen hobbit. "Frodo!"

Broken from their shocked trance, Aragorn, Alena, you, Boromir, and Gandalf fought with mad vigor in order to reach the Hobbit.

The troll flailed at its head and grabbed Merry, swinging him around and throwing him to the ground. While you, Gandalf, and Gimli took turns stabbing at the troll and dodging out of range, Legolas took aim.

With Pippin stabbing it in the head, the troll opened its mouth. Taking the chance, Legolas shot his arrow upwards and into the brain. With a long, pained moan, the troll collapsed to the ground, finally dead. There was a moment of silence as the remaining enemies fled.

You rushed to Frodo first before anyone else did. Gently, Aragorn rolled the hobbit over, but immediately stilled as he gasped for breath.

"He's alive!" Alena exclaimed. With that announcement, the company sighed in relief.

"I'm all right, I'm not hurt." Frodo croaked.

"You should be dead! That spear would have skewered a wild boar," Aragorn sheathed his sword away.

Gandalf hummed in agreement. "I think there's more to this Hobbit than meets the eye."

Slowly, Frodo lifted his shirt up. Immediately, the mithril chain mail shirt glimmered in the faint light. You raised an eyebrow at the surprise.

"Mithril! You are full of surprises, Master Baggins." Gimli gasped, taking in the familiar substance that his race grew rich upon.

"Hate to disrupt," Boromir cut in, at the broken doorway again. "But there are still orcs here."

Faintly in the background, you could hear the movements, and the Fellowship straightened up. After Aragorn pulled Frodo to his feet, he turned to Gandalf.

"To the bridge?"

"To the bridge of Khazad-dûm!"

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