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tolkien-fantasy · a day ago
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Okay, so I just got another idea for a potential fanfic, and I wanted to get some ideas and thoughts for it.
I've talked before about the Hobbits with a Strong S/O, but what about all the Lotr and The Hobbit Character with a s/o who's supernaturally strong. Like, can lift 1000 pounds and fling someone across the room like a frisbee kinda strong. Maybe she was granted that power by a God or something, so she's just got really impressive muscles and is super inhumanly strong.
Can you imagine how they'd all react to that?
Like maybe, in the Mines of Moria or the Stone Giants scene, a boulder or some debris falls on someone, but she just catches it, lifts the 5 ton rock above her head, looks down at the person about to be crushed like "You might want to move" and then just flings it a hundred feet away. Can you just imagine the look on their faces?? Merry and Pippin would have a lot of fun with that, I'm sure, as would Fili and Kili. The hobbits would probably have her lift them like weights. 🤣
@lady-latte, @moony-artnstuff, @simbxlmyne, @lothloriien, @beenovel, @thewhiteladyofrohan, @iwenttomordor, @claraofthepen, what do you all think? I think this would be hilarious, and have a lot of potential for character dynamics
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anotherbleedinghart · a day ago
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The Butterfly Effect-Where It All Begins
(I apologize, It’s a bit rewritten after my blog got deleted. Sorry!)
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You had come to the renaissance festival for your friends birthday. Your friend having brought you for their birthday.
That’s how you ended up in front of a small shady looking stall. The seller is dressed as a rogue, their hood pulled low to obscure their face. You aren’t even sure how they can see anything like that. You had tried to brush off their advances. They claimed they had the perfect ring for you. You had wanted the one with the dragon curled around a pearl.
Instead they were talking up a thick silver band with topaz butterflies embedded in it. It was obviously waaaayyy out of your price range. You knew they were just trying to make a large sale. Or so you thought.
“Go on try it on!” They beam, holding it out for you. For the briefest moment you saw one of the butterflies flutter its wings. You take a step back in alarm.
“No than-“
You didn’t even get to finish before they’re sliding it onto you middle finger. When did they grab your hand? To your wonder it fits perfectly. The rogue grins as they clap their hands.
“Oh, I knew it wanted you! Not just anyone can wear one of these. It takes someone very very very special,” they chuckle clasping their hands together. You try to pull the ring off only to find it’s become stuck. What the hell? Did they out superglue on it or something?! You gave another sharp tug but the ring didn’t budge.
“Oh, and good luck. You’re going to need it!” They grinned pushing you backwards. You fell, a panicked shout leaving your throat. Your world tilted and you found yourself falling through leaves. Leaves? It wasn’t even fall!
As the orange and black colors swirled around you realized they weren’t leaves at all. They were Monarch butterflies! The persons gleeful cackle was swallowed up amongst the tiny wingbeats. Small rays of light peeked through the mass of butterflies. It almost felt like you were floating. You reached your hand out to tentatively touch on. Your fingers barely brushing against a papery wing.
And just like that they left you. Swirling up into the sky leaving you to free fall to the ground below. You landed with a harsh thud. Pushing yourself upright you met the eyes of someone who shouldn’t exist. That you’d seen in maybe a movie or fan art. Read about in books. But there was no way-
“What the hell was that all about?” They blurted.
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nic0lee · 3 days ago
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i refuse to accept any ship or otp in any fandom i'm in because 99% of the time i am so incredibly in love with one or both participants that i cannot handle the thought of them being with another person that's not me
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tolkien-fantasy · 4 days ago
Hello friend! I hope you are doing well and that I am not bothering you and it's okay if you don't want to do it, but I was wondering if I could get some comforting headcanons (with Thorin, Bofur, Elrond and Aragorn)? My grandma is at the hospital and well... her health is deteriorating. She's so lost and confused and i'm terrified that one day she's gonna forget about me, she took care of my since I was a baby and she means a lot to me.
Hi hun. First off, I'm so so sorry that's happening. That sounds really painful and I can't imagine how you must feel right now. I really hope this helps, I wrote it as soon as I could once I heard. Hopefully it's alright, if you want me to change something, just say the word and I will. We all love you, @cryptichobbit, please just know that.
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Thorin
For as hard-headed as he could be at times, Thorin could tell you were deeply upset
Still, he didn’t want to press you personally, instead asking around to find out what was going on
And when he found out your grandmother was in the hospital, deteriorating, he immediately knew that was it
So, he set his plan into motion
As you walked into your shared room, wondrous gifts stood before you
Plenty of food, with little sweet cakes and wrapped presents were strewn across the table as you walked up
Then, Thorin, your husband, walked out the bathroom, having drawn you a nice, relaxing bath to soothe your worries
“I know you have been struggling, my dearest.”
Tears began to run down your face as he cradled you in his arms
“I- Thorin, she’s cared for me since I was a baby. What if she forgets me?” You sobbed into his chest
“I know, ghivashel.” Thorin soothed, “But even on the other side, nobody is ever really forgotten. She’ll be watching you from the Halls of Mandos with a little smile on her face, I just know it. Trust in that, amralime.”
After some cuddling, once your tears finally subsided, he walked you into the bathroom
Rubbing the ache of sadness from your muscles, and running his chunky fingers through your hair and along your scalp, you found yourself feeling quite a bit better at his words
Knowing everything will be alright
Because no matter what, she’ll always love you, whether from this side or not
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Bofur
Bofur was well-aware of your situation
He’s the kind of dwarf you could go to for anything, so he’d heard of your grandmother’s health long before now
Now, Bofur was one of modest means. Working class, far from dwarven nobility
But he still tried his best to make you feel better
He picked you the loveliest flowers, setting them in a vase on your desk
Then, he hugged you, and presented you with a little statuette of your grandmother, so you could always have her with you no matter what
“I know that you and your grandma are strugglin’ right now, lass, and I can’t imagine how you must feel. But just know that she’ll always love you, and will never truly leave you, since she’ll always be with you no matter what happens. And one day, you’ll get to join her again. And not only does she love you, but I do, and so does everyone here! Please, lassy, just trust in that.”
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Elrond
Elrond was a healer, first and foremost, and had tried for a while to keep your grandmother in good shape
But unfortunately, even he could not stop aging, and Humans will grow and deteriorate no matter what he did
It was a sad reality of an Elf’s life, that no matter how much you loved someone, they would still grow old and you wouldn’t
So, he could very much sympathize with your situation, in a way
He sat you down one day after a particularly difficult meeting with your grandmother, and took you into his arms, laying your head on his chest as the tears fell
Handing you a tissue, he asked you to rant to him. To say anything that’s troubling you, whatever’s on your mind
And so you did
You told him about how you’re scared she might forget you, all the memories you’ve shared and how painful it is to see her so scared and confused
And all the while, Elrond listened and ran his fingers through your hair, before he finally spoke once you finished
“Age is a sad reality, Gaby. And it’s a reality humans know far too well. As an elf, I’ve never had to grapple with such things, but I’ve seen my fair share of humans grow old and pass on. I never know how to deal with it, frankly, and I can’t imagine how you must feel.”
“But I know one thing,” He continued, “And that’s that your grandmother loves you very much. She may be deteriorating now, but I’m certain that she’ll be watching over you from the stars, smiling and laughing at your wonderful life. For you will always be her granddaughter, and in that, she will never leave you.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead
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Aragorn
Aragorn may be one of the dunedain, but he knows the realities of growth and aging far too well
He’s seen many friends and people grow old and pass on
But he empathizes deeply with you when he finds out your plight
So, he prepares a gift, and sets off to see you at once
Arriving at the hospital where you’re staying alongside your grandma, he sees you
Aragorn gifts you a finely-crafted dagger, since he knows how much you love those, and pulls you into a tight hug
Sitting you down to rest against him, he cradles you in his arms and rubs your back as you cry
“I know it must be so hard seeing her like this, mellon nin. But know that this is not necessarily the end. She loves you, she always has, and this will not stop after she forgets. Love is not so easily broken. She will hold that love in her heart, and even after she’s gone, it will continue. She’ll be watching you from the great halls of the afterlife, smiling. Believe that, my love.”
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claraofthepen · 4 days ago
Hi hun! So, on my other blog, I'm sure you saw me rambling about my idea for the Character x Seamstress S/O fanfics. I wanted to get your opinion on something when you find the time.
You know how you always used to write those "Which Lotr Character would most enjoy a cottagecore s/o" requests for me? Could you please do one of those with a Seamstress s/o? Like which Lotr and The Hobbit Characters would most appreciate a seamstress girlfriend? Thank you kindly, and I hope you're doing well hun!!
Here you are love! I hope you enjoy. I have your other ask, and i promise i'm getting to it, but I might have to do it during the weekend since it's the last two days of classes and everything's being a bit rushed.
Lotr:
Eomer:
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Eomer would be head over heels for a cute seamstress s/o! You can bet that he would start commissioning clothing he doesn't need, or intentionally tearing tunic or trousers just so that he could stop by and visit them. I feel like he's the type of person who would start brining little things like treats or flowers whenever he comes visiting. When he's made King of Rohan, he wears some traditional armor that has been passed down through generations, but also commissions the rest of his garb to be made by his s/o, likely with a love confession to follow.
Faramir:
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Faramir would 100% appreciate a seamstress s/o, especially since he knows a thing or two about sewing himself. I can totally see him allowing his s/o to see his late-mother's wardrobe, so that she could study the different patterns and fashions of Gondor nobility, and Faramir would totally gift her her favorite of the dresses and robes. This is going out on a limb here, but since Faramir mentioned in lotr that his clothes as a boy never fit him, i can see that continuing on to his adulthood. Like perhaps his tunic is always just a bit too tight, or something of the sort. When the seamstress takes his measurements and creates clothing that finally fits, he could have married her on the spot.
Aragorn:
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Dirty rugged ranger man would very much love a seamstress s/o. He knows how to sew himself, but without much neatness or grace, and being the ranger that he is, is always having to fix tears and holes in his clothes. When his seamstress s/o comes along, he's ever so thankful that she really knows her stuff, and can make the holes and such almost look like they were never there in the first place. He also starts relying on her to help him with court fashion and 'the noble look' after he becomes king, because she knows whats hot and what's not.
The Hobbit:
Bard:
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Bard would love her character, first and foremost, but, he also very much loves her for how helpful she is. With three children, clothing is always getting torn up, and new clothes are needed every few months or so, especially when his kids go through growth-spurts. All of his children would love her, especially little Tilda, since his s/o starts making little dresses and coats for her dolls from scrap fabrics. But also, have you seen the state of that man's coat? Yeah, his seamstress s/o wouldn't stand for that. She'll either refurbish it so that it looks good as new, or she'll create a whole other new coat for him, that'll keep him even warmer out in the winter. He loves her with all his heart, and never fails to bring home new and beautiful threads from the markets for her work.
Fili:
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My main dwarf Fili. Okay, so he would absolutely adore his seamstress s/o, and being the crown prince of the richest kingdom in middle earth, would 100% order and bring in nothing but the finest fabrics, silks, and furs for her work. She'd learn a whole lot about dwarven fashion and clothing while there, especially how golden thread can be spun into cloth, and how jewels and precious gems are often threaded onto robes. I feel like their first meeting would be her taking his measurements for a commission Thorin asked her to do, and while she's getting a bit blushy at taking the inseam measurements, Fili starts being Fili and makes a few suggestive, but not offensive jokes. It be so cute to see them interacting.
Bilbo:
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This hobbit would be head over heels, because, FINALLY, someone he can talk to about sewing and embroidering clothing. Hobbits have lots of wonderful colors and patterns in their outfits, and I feel like a seamstress would really appreciate all the different styles hobbits have. She would also appreciate the depth at which Bilbo is able to talk about them. He loves commissioning clothing from her, because "There's no one in Hobbiton who comes even remotely close to your skill and dedication. I hardly think I could trust someone else with making my clothes now." It's all very sweet.
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fairytalelover33 · 4 days ago
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LOTR/ The Hobbit Incorrect Quotes #26
Eowyn: “Are you and Aragorn dating dating? Or are you just talking?”
Arwen: “If I kill you, are you dead dead? Or just not breathing?”
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dreamcxtcherr · 5 days ago
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Intuition | aragorn
aragorn x reader
requested by anon, i hope you like it <3
warnings; mentions of swords and fighting
word count; 700+
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Aragorn, despite the appearance of wishing to push people away, was quite happy to have gained your interest. He quite liked your calmness, especially during such chaos and demolition. Everyone he was surrounded with seemed to be obnoxious and willing to make a fight out of anything. Such as it was with the spirit of war.
But you were calm, and it comforted him, even if you didn’t know it. But he knew as well as you that intellect alone, would not win you a battle. A warrior needed to be intelligent enough to outwit their opponent, but also, they needed skill. Since he was proficient with a sword, he thought he might be able to help you. And you were enthusiastic to be trained by someone who knew what they were doing.
After a few weeks, Aragorn was confident you could try to take him on in a fight. The only way to really learn was to fight like you would against an enemy, to have the unexpected thrown at you and learn to expect it over time. He was pleasantly surprised at how much you’d picked up and listened to, but also by your intuition.
He smiled, and you were happy to witness it, since the occasion was only too rare. He cocked an eyebrow at your sudden laugh, but carried on fighting until one of you gained the upper hand. Despite your newfound proficiency, Aragorn twisted his sword in a way that stumped your intuition and left your sword to collide with the ground. His sword was pressed against your neck and his arms held you in place from behind. You struggled slightly, but you knew you were defeated.
“You fought well,” he remarked, releasing you and picking up your sword from the ground, “But I think we’re done for the day.”
“I think you’re right,” you agreed, breathless.
“We’ll start again tomorrow,” he added, putting your swords on the table beside him and turning back to face you. Silently, you nodded your head, taking a seat and admiring the craftsmanship of the metal.
“What are you thinking?” he asked after a few moments of silence, sitting beside you.
“Just thinking about the love and care that went into making this sword. And how it’s used as a weapon of human destruction,” you scoffed, “Not just humans, but elves, dwarves, the whole lot.”
It was an unfortunate juxtaposition that Aragorn understood all too well. In a different world he might have been someone that worked solely with his mind rather than his muscles, and he might have met you under different circumstances. But that was not meant to be, and instead he’d met you here and had the pleasure of watching your talent grow.
Watching him think so carefully beside you gave you the time to work up enough nerve to kiss him. Quickly, and without much thought, you leant in and brushed your lips lightly against his. It was quick, rushed and filled with an unsettling amount of fear that you weren’t sure would vanish when you pulled away. Opening your eyes cautiously, you were met with an almost emotionless face that told you nothing of what you wanted, or didn’t want to hear. But, for the second time that day, a small smile stretched across his lips as he brought you in closer. This time, it was softer and drawn out much longer as his lips gilded effortlessly over yours while his hands tangled into your hair.
His breath hitched faintly as you bit his lip, but he pulled back and reached for your neck instead, tracing a path down your skin to your collarbone, before you pulled him back up to your mouth. The long, slow kisses became quicker and more needy before the two of you both came up for air, finding each other much closer than before and much more out of breath.
Legolas laughed quietly in the corner at his friends, but left them alone so they wouldn’t become too embarrassed. Neither of them noticed him slip quietly out as they opened their eyes and smiled softly to one another. Aragorn pressed his forehead to yours, breathing in your scent while you laughed gently in some sense of relief.
“Until tomorrow then,” he said, “Seems a long wait though,” he smirked, leaving you behind and taking the swords to put them away properly.
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fairytalelover33 · 6 days ago
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LOTR/ Hobbit Incorrect Quotes #24
Aragorn: “Where are Merry and Pippin?”
Legolas: “In Merry’s room, they said they were composing a sad song, so I left them be.”
Aragorn: “How sweet! They’re more cultured than we gave them credit for.”
Meanwhile, down the hall
Merry and Pippin singing: “ what’s the point of bein single when you break up alONE, yo chicken nuggets on the floor, and yo b**** is a hoe.”
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my-marvel-musings · 7 days ago
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The Ranger & The King
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Chapter 3: Gondor Calls For Aid
Summary: Aragorn suspects the worse, but still hopes you survived.
Notes: For anyone that doesn’t know, Aragorn went by Estel in Rivendell, which is Sindarin for Hope.
He awoke with a start, the edges of the nightmare still lingering. Night after night he watched you fall over the edge on the warg. Watched him fail to save you. Haunted him more than Helm’s Deep. 
Aragorn couldn’t help it. The guilt of not being able to save you would haunt him for the rest of his long life. A part of him desperately hoped you were still alive, but as each day passed, the hope grew smaller and smaller.
A soldier stepped into his tent at the moment, hesitating at the sight of fear in Aragorn’s eyes. “Sir?”
Aragorn tried to catch his breath as he looked towards the voice.
“King Theoden awaits you, my lord.”
Aragorn calmed his nerves and made himself as presentable as possible before heading to King Theoden’s tent. But when he entered, he found the king sitting across a black hooded figure.
The king rose to his feet. “I take my leave.”
Aragorn looked after the king in confusion before turning back to the hooded figure, who revealed himself as the elf who raised him. 
“My Lord Elrond.” A slight bow of his head to show respect to his father figure.
“I come on behalf of my kind, who wish to help the Fate of Man.” Elrond studied his former ward for a moment. “You are grieving.”
It was stated as Elrond had long since learned to read the expressions of the man before him, and Aragorn learned long ago he could never hide his thoughts from Elrond. “We lost ____ on the road to Helm’s Deep. They went over a cliff while attached to a warg. They saved my life.”
“You believe them dead?” Sadness touched Elrond’s eyes. He was fond of you and had enjoyed the times Aragorn had brought you to Rivendell. 
“I- I do not know. For the safety of the others, we could not spare time looking for them.”
Elrond nodded his head. “Elladan and Elrohir are with me. I will send them ahead to look for them. If we find their body, we will give them a proper burial in Rivendell. If they are alive, we will tend to them.”
“Thank you, Lord Elrond,” Aragorn bowed his head again.
Elrond then began to explain to Aragorn why he was there, that Sauron’s shadow had grown. Apart from the direct attack on Minas Tirith, a fleet of Corsair ships sailed from the south to hit the river.
“You’re outnumbered, Aragorn. You need more men.”
“There are none.”
Elrond measured his next words carefully. “There are those who dwell in the mountain.”
“Those men are traitors. They answer to no one.”
“They will answer to the King of Gondor,” and with those words, Elrond moved his cloak to reveal Narsil. Now re-forged into Anduril, the Flame of the West.
After a few more moments with Elrond, Aragorn accepted his birthright and planned to leave for the Dimholt. 
Aragorn prepared his horse, wishing desperately that you were with him. While he appreciated Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir joining him, it would be you that would ease his nerves at a time like this. A subtle joke about using the dead or about Elrond finally forcing Aragorn’s birthright upon him. That smile upon your face as the words left your mouth so he would know - as he always did - that you never meant any malice towards him or his kin. And he would laugh.
Oh, how he needed a laugh. Or better yet, to see you alive.
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Elrond’s sons didn’t think they would have much luck in locating you. But for Aragorn, they were willing to look all night if need be. Their father would be joining them once he was done in the Rohan camp.
Elladan searched along the banks of the river while Elrohir searched directly under the cliff. It was the only one high enough on the path between Rohan and Helm’s Deep that could have been the site of the battle. The other evidence was the scattering of Orc weapons.
For hours they searched, well into the night, even with Elrond’s help. They were beginning to lose hope when a familiar voice caught their attention. If it wasn’t for the advanced hearing of the Elves, the sound would have been missed.
“Is anyone there? Please, I need help.”
“Ada!” Elladan’s cry rang out. The other two Elves looked up to see the first one sprinting down the river bank.
Soon, all three Elves stood over your beaten form as you continued to crawl across the ground unaware you were no longer alone. They couldn’t believe you were alive!
Elrond crouched next to your body and laid a gentle hand on your shoulder. “It is all right, ____. You are safe now.”
“Lord Elrond?”  You croaked out.
“It is a miracle you are still alive. How have you managed?”
You went to answer, but a coughing fit took over. So Elrond nodded towards his boys who gently picked up your body. You were laid across one of the horses before they began to discuss what to do with you.
“We must get her back to Rivendell, Ada,” Elrohir stated.
“Any other time I would agree with you. But they are so weak from their fall and surviving out here so many days alone, they will not make the journey.”
Elladan sighed, “but we cannot take them to Gondor. War hits the city in two days.”
“Then we should take them to Edoras,” Elrohir concluded. “King Theoden would not begrudge us use of their healing halls for one that tried to protect his people and the future King of Gondor.”
Elrond pressed his lips together. He did not like the idea of imposing on another leader, but your fate grew more and more uncertain with each passing moment. “Then take her now to Edoras. I will ride back to inform the king of our intentions.”
The boys nodded in agreement before one climbed onto the horse with you to hold secure. Both took off as quickly as an arrow as Elrond raced back the way he came.
Dawn was breaking as he walked back into the camp and the soldiers around him were quickly breaking everything down so they could continue on their march to Gondor. Elrond made his way quickly until he was before the King of Rohan.
“King Theoden.”
The king looked up, started to see the Elf-lord back so quickly. “Lord Elrond, we did not expect to see you so soon.”
“We have found the ranger ____. They are alive, but barely. The closest, safest location to take them to heal is Edoras. We seek your permission to ask your people for help.”
“Of course! I am grateful to know they are alive. I will send one of my men with you to show where everything is that you may need. Should- should I inform Aragorn?”
Elrond sighed as he contemplated those words. He knew grief had weighed the future king down, but if anything were to go wrong….
“No, do not speak a word of this to anyone else. We believe they may survive, but if the worse were to come Aragorn cannot have that sorrow weigh his heart until the Ring has been destroyed.”
King Theoden bowed his head. “As you wish, Lord Elrond. Allow me to fetch my man to escort you.”
Soon, Elrond was racing across the Rohan hoping he would reach you in time. He had given the world hope in the form of Aragorn. But now it was Aragorn - who Elrond had affectionately nicknamed Estel - who would need the hope. 
And he would do everything in his powers to give him that.
Chapter 4
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simbxlmyne · 8 days ago
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i shall return (aragorn x elvish!reader)
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a.n: okay so no-one requested but i've been dying to write something for aragorn cus i'm a simp and hearing viggo speak elvish kills me anyway (i went with sindarin)
warnings: just general angst
summary: reader says goodbye to aragorn before he leaves rivendell
translations:
meleth nîn - my love
gi melin - i love you (yeah i looked around and this was the general consensus for a translation into sindarin though i think there's a few variations)
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For what seemed like hours the meeting had gone on. Though you knew it wrong to eavesdrop, word had spread around the city that the council was of great importance, and you simply couldn't help yourself after finding such a great vantage point. Straining your ears above the sound of the waterfall from which you hid behind, you listened with great intent.
Among the company sat Aragorn, speaking hardly a word amidst the arguments between your kin and others present. You knew what was coming: you had always seemed to have a sense for that sort of thing. Just as soon as he had returned to you, he would be leaving as swiftly, as was his nature. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say, and if true, it only added to your pain to know of his departure. The words were yet to be spoke, but it was inevitable. Aragorn could not resist the opportunity to assist, regardless of the task, only you wished there were not so many callings for him to answer.
Something was happening. Upon the first sign of the council dissolving, you hastily left your spot, striding to your chambers as fast as you could without drawing attention to yourself. A few glances were granted to you, and only then did you realise your emotions had begun to show. You dreaded showing weak eyes to Aragorn: the last thing he needed on his mind was another worry. And you did not want his last memory of you to be laced with sorrow.
Despite your speed, Aragorn was not far behind, knowing you almost as he knew himself, and your door had hardly been closed a few moments before it swung open once again. Barely had you time to conceal your face when he entered abruptly.
"(Y/N), please, I need you to listen to me," he all but pleaded, leaning over you as you occupied yourself with some items upon your dressing table. "I didn't have time to discuss this with you, otherwise-"
"Discuss? There's nothing to discuss, Aragorn." You felt a hand come to your hip, gently ushering you around to face him. He remained quiet, knowing that you had not quite finished yet. "I am sure that you have many things to attend to, to prepare, and I for one am busy, myself-"
The sudden urge to get him to leave began to wrestle with your overwhelming desire to wrap your arms around him, hold him with all your strength, to make him stay with you forever. All of this mingled with your ever-rising anxiety and want to keep your composure caused you to freeze. Words caught in your throat, and you tried desperately to cease your trembling hands.
Without words - without need for words - Aragorn, adorned still in a velvet-like tunic enveloped you with ease, holding your head gently yet firm against his chest.
"Meleth nîn," he breathed, leaning down to brush his stubbled jaw against your temple. A string of affection poured in a whisper from him, dancing its way to you, yet all of it felt like a funeral march. All emotion exploded from you. You clung onto him, fingers desperate to remember every inch of his form, every fibre of his being. He had expected such a reaction, though still it pained him to have to leave you, especially after so short of a reunion.
"I know you must go," you whispered. "I know the importance of your journey, and it would be selfish of me to keep you here - but how I want to be selfish." The warmth radiating from his form soothed you, as though you were a moth and he a flame.
"(Y/N), if that is selfish, then I am the most selfish man in Middle Earth," he said, shifting to hold you at arm's length. With great strength his gaze held your own, soft yet coarse hands coming to cup your face. "I want you, I want nothing but you, meleth nîn; I want to stay here with you and live out the rest of my days with you." He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling as a way to steady himself. "But I fear if I do not leave you now, there may be nought left of Rivendell for me to return to."
And there it hung, though the words did not escape him. A hardening in his eyes as you cast yours to his face foretold of your own downfall, the end of days for not just your race, but that of men, dwarves, and all living beings alike. Defeated, you seated yourself at the end of your bed, silken silver dress pooling about you. Aragorn too, pained by the thought, rested beside you, ushering your head to rest upon his shoulder, his long, dark hair acting as a veil around you.
In that moment, you felt safe.
Though it would not last, and the days would pass as seconds, every one clawing him further and further away from you, till once again you were alone, till once again you would retreat into solitude.
"The sun seems not to shine in your absence," you whispered, nuzzling deeper into his touch.
"Nor do the flowers grow when we are parted," he whispered. As what felt like almost an apology, Aragorn lowered his head and placed a lasting kiss upon your temple. "But they shall once more, for I shall return to you."
"And if you do not?" you thought, though did not voice your worry. He understood. Taking up both of your hands in his larger ones, he pressed his forehead against your own, both of your eyes shutting in unison.
"I shall return to you, meleth nîn. I shall return, and once more the sun shall rise, though I forsee it will be brighter than you have ever witnessed. And the flowers shall grow in so many a number as none of your kin have known."
"Gi melin," you whispered, in your own tongue.
"Gi melin," he replied. "I shall return to you."
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simbxlmyne · 8 days ago
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alright so no-one asked but there'll hopefully be an aragorn x elvish!reader coming tonight because honestly it's a crime that i haven't written for him yet
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dreamcxtcherr · 8 days ago
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"𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊, 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘, 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗"
ONESHOTS ;
i. nothing yet
DRABBLES ;
i. intuition
SERIES ;
i. nothing yet
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simbxlmyne · 10 days ago
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request list:
   currently writing for:
      lord of the rings:
   - aragorn
   - legolas
   - haldir
   - faramir
   - boromir
   - elrond
   - eomer
   - frodo
   - whole fellowship
      the hobbit:
   - thranduil
   - bilbo
   - thorin
   - fili
   - kili
   - whole company
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rules
☆ all requests will be written for a fem!reader unless specified otherwise
☆ not writing smut at the moment so please don't ask until further notice
☆ characters not listed may be requested for, but may not be written
☆ requests open for oneshots, headcannons, or general imagines
☆ send requests as a dm preferably but asks are okay too
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lady-latte · 12 days ago
👀 saw requests were open
Thought I’d ask for something cute for Aragorn? Like maybe his gruff way of trying to take care of the reader, and everyone is like ‘he’s flirting with you, y/n’ and reader is like ‘what-me? No, he’s just, uh, a good leader, and is concerned for everyone’
Alexithymia
(N.) the inability to express your feelings
Aragorn x Reader
Lil angsty, lil fluffy
Living in such rough times, makes love much more confusing
Warnings: nightmare, panic attack in the beginning
A/N: Sorry that this took so long! but I’m feeling better now >:D this turned out less fluffy and more.. casual? But I hope you like it! also according to Reddit/Twitter gender neutral term for lassie/laddie is Lax ?? Idk but I just had a midlife crisis realizing I can’t use lassie/ laddie lmao
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The first time Aragorn cared for you was when you awoke from a night terror in Lothlorien.
Nightmares from the Mines of Moria haunted you in your sleep. It was always the same thing every night.
You’re running through the halls, lungs burning and tears blinding your vision. The darkness around you is slowly closing in; separating the fellowship from one another. Screams echo against the walls, vibrating in your heart.
Within moments, the darkness envelops you, and the floor melts under your feet. Your heart lurches as you begin to free fall- startling you awake.
Your whole body shivers in a cold sweat; arms trembling as they struggle to keep you seated upright. A pain pounds at your head, making you nauseous and vision blur. The ache in your heart makes it hard to breathe, barely letting your lungs get the oxygen they need.
A voice softly calls out your name, one that sounds so familiar. To your left, a body appears in your peripheral vision. It reaches out, one hand resting on your shoulder and the other on your cheek.
“Deep breaths Y/N. Slowly- in and out”
You do as he says, now recognizing the voice as Aragorns. Focusing on the feeling of his hand on your right cheek, you take slow, deep breaths. Grounding yourself back to reality.
“There you are-“ His voice is soft to your ears. Contrasting to the sound of your thumping heart. “You’re doing so well, Y/N. Just focus on me”
Minutes have passed when you finally stopped trembling. With a sigh, you rest your head against Aragorns shoulder; eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion settles in your bones.
Aragorn shifts under you before speaking quietly. “You should get some rest. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
Pressing the gentlest of kisses to the top of your head, He helps you lie back onto the bedroll; tucking the blanket around you.
You shift slightly on the bedroll, trying to get more comfortable. Once you do, you let out another quiet sigh. Looking up at Aragorn with half-lidded eyes, struggling to keep them open.
A smile tugs at Aragorns lips, “Get some sleep, Y/N. I’ll still be here when you wake.”
Your voice is barely audible, mumbling a quiet thank you, as you drift to sleep once more.
~♡︎~
Ever since that night, Aragorn has been so gentle with you. He would ask how you slept, how you were feeling, and always offered a shoulder to cry on.
At first, you thought he was just being friendly. Especially since it’s normal for Aragorn to be concerned about the fellowship. But as the days passed, the rest of the fellowship would share pointed looks and grins. Ones that were not subtle in the slightest.
At some point in the journey, the looks between the boys started to become too much. They frustrated you cause no matter what you said, or did, they wouldn’t tell you why. That is, until one day they accidentally slipped up.
~♡︎~
“You need some help, Y/N?”
The gruff voice from behind startles you as your hands struggle to tie the pack securely. You turn around and sigh softly when you notice it’s Aragorn.
“No- no it’s okay. I think I got it” You can’t help but ramble slightly as your heart beat quickens. Why now of all times for him to appear, right as your struggling with the simplest of things.
You can’t help but let out a huff, as you continue to struggle tying the bag. It seems as through your fingers just refuse to cooperate.
Aragorn chuckles as he steps forward to stand beside you. He gently takes the strings from your hands and begins to tie it into a perfect knot. With a satisfied nod, he steps back just slightly.
“There you go” He says, looking over at you. “Happens to the best of us, so don’t fret about it.”
“Thank you” Your voice comes out quietly as you reach for the bag, hoisting it up over your shoulders. Doing anything you can to ignore the growing heat on your cheeks.
A grin tugs at Aragorn’s lips as he watches, knowing full well the affect he has on you. He waits until you have settled the bag comfortably before speaking once more.
“Course, just let me know if you need help with anything else.”
His smile is contagious that you can’t stop the small grin that grows on your face, mirroring his own.
“I will” You chuckle, “and thank you, again for the help.”
Aragorn’s smile brightens just slightly as he gives you a curt nod before walking away; heading towards King Theoden. Probably to discuss things that have to do with your current situation.
The current situation.. it seems nearly impossible, crazy even, that one would attempt it. And yet, here you are. Walking miles in open plains of dead grass with the whole town of Rohan next to you.
King Theoden ordered an evacuation, for everyone to make way to Helms Deep. A supposed impenetrable fortress that will protect everyone from the Uruk-hai. Aragorn thought he was foolish, to flee rather than fight. And you can’t help but agree.
The Uruk-hai are strong, much stronger than the average orc. Heck, you and the Fellowship barely made it out alive back in Argonath. They’re smarter, and know their way around battles. They will for sure find a way to break through the fortress.
You huff as you readjust the pack; looking back to look at Theoden, then to Aragorn, eyes lingering for a little too long before snapping back ahead of you. Looking around at the people around you.
Foolish indeed. But he’s doing what he think is best for his people.
Your eyes land on Legolas, who happens to be walking beside Gimli. The two of them watching you with mischievous smirks.
“Can I help you?” You asked, already annoyed with the two.
Legolas speaks up, his smirk not once faltering. “You know He’s flirting with you, right?”
His comment caught you off guard, stumbling over your feet. Your cheeks heat up as your heart skips a beat.
“Wha- what no. No he isn’t... I-“ You cough, clearing your voice. “He’s just being friendly and helping out.”
An abrupt cackle comes from Gimli, “You sure are oblivious, Lax.”
“The hell are you talking about ??” You gawked, “there’s no way he’s been flirti-“
Legolas cuts you off, his tone light and teasing.
“He’s been flirting with you for the past three months, Y/N. Trust me- I would know, I am the expert here.”
You scoffed, looking away from the boys to focus on what’s ahead of you. “You’re crazy is what you are.”
“I’ll tell you what” Legolas starts, “if you go up there to him right now. His eyes and tone will soften, concerned that something might have happened.”
A laugh catches in your throat at his ridiculousness. There’s no way Aragorn would like you. Especially since he has Arwen.
“Yeah, no. You’re definitely crazy” You muttered, completely done with his nonsense.
They’re so insistent that Aragorn likes you. It’s terrible hearing them talk that way; giving you a false hope that leaves a pain in your chest.
Gimli doesn’t bother holding back as he rolls his eyes, “chicken”
“I am not a chicken!” You whisper shouted at the smug dwarf before speed waking away. Pure spite running through your veins just to prove him wrong.
They know the perfect way to push your buttons; and used it to their advantage. Curse Legolas, curse Gimli, curse that damn man who captured your heart.
The boys converse once more as soon as you’re out of earshot; watching you make your way to Aragorn.
“Six coins says she chickens out and turns back.” Gimli grins, amusement lacing his voice.
Legolas laughs breathlessly, “Ten says she lasts an hour.”
“Deal”
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Wishes (Aragorn x Fem!reader)
Word Count: 2207 Warnings: ANGST
AHHH OK so this fic was made in collaboration with @hey-its-nonny and it was so fun to write!
You woke in a restored Gondor, eyes fluttering open at the beams of golden sunlight seeping through your window. The day you‘d dreaded for months had finally come. It was the day Aragorn was to be wed to his love, Arwen.
You rose, already mourning your loss of your friend and your love. You didn’t know how you could stay, concealed in the dark. Hiding. Ignoring your emotions and acting as if they didn’t exist was a difficult task. But, if it meant Aragorn would be happy, you would try your best, unsure of what might come of it.
Slowly, you slid on your dress, the silky fabric brushing your legs. It was a beautiful gown, one that Arwen had made especially for you. It fit perfectly, snug around your waist and flaring out. In your favorite color, too.
The necklace Aragorn had given you laid heavily on your neck. It felt wrong to be wearing it to this event, but without it, you didn't feel whole.
And with a look in the mirror, you sighed, a saddened smile gracing your lips while you prepared yourself for what would be one of the saddest days of your life.
You thought back to a better time when everything was easier. When your love for Aragorn had bloomed.
It was a cold night. You and Aragorn had gone on yet another adventure together through the hours of the night. After plenty of frolicking and distractions, you’d both agreed that it was time to eat.
You’d decided a warm soup was the way to go, and Aragorn agreed with you on that as well. And while you waited for your meals, you talked around pointless things, avoiding the affection that was blossoming.
You were teasing him, pushing him around, baiting him. When he finally retaliated, he accidentally hit your soup out of your hands. The target for the food? your clothes. Your shirt was covered, and you stifled a laugh while Aragorn looked mortified.
You winced a bit at how hot your soup was, as well as the fact that you could no longer eat it, since it was so elegantly spilled on your shirt.
“Y/N, I am so sorry. Here, let me- I can-” The poor man rambled, looking for a cloth to dry your shirt. You couldn’t help but giggle at how flustered he was, though the fiery wrath of the soup was definitely a contender for your attention.
Yet still, you laughed, opening your bag with a hum. “Aragorn, I’m sure I have a spare shirt in my pa- What? Where is it?” You quietly gasped, Aragorn’s eyes brightening.
“Take mine, Y/N. I have a spare.” He stated, the red on his cheeks dissipating.
Your gentle hands gingerly grasped the shirt as you stood, sharply inhaling at the temperature of the soup. “I’ll be back.”
After a minute or two, you walked over to the table and sat down, cozier than ever in Aragorn’s off-white shirt. You offered a smile and caught Aragorn’s eye, his shocked expression warming your cheeks. “It is a little big, I will admit, but it will do until I get a fresh change of clothing.” You grinned, biting back a smile.
“Keep it.” Aragorn smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the slightest and sweetest of ways. “It looks better on you than it looked on me.” He stated, inhaling a breath after stealing another glance at you.
You still had that shirt, after all the time that passed.
Those were fond memories you had of him, but fleeting. You smoothed your dress down and slipped on your shoes. Another memory came to haunt you, the emotions overwhelming.
You were wandering Rivendell when you heard a giggle. You had turned a corner, finding Aragorn, his lips glued to Arwen’s. You cleared your throat, causing them to break apart, looking at you sheepishly.
Arwen spoke softly, “Oh, I am sorry about that. We didn’t know anyone else would come here.” Of course, she didn’t know that Aragorn and you had spent many hours in this same place. You avoided his gaze and hid your emotion, laughing instead.
“Oh I have so many things I could say, but most important of all, I could tell everyone!” You paraded around them, joking of course. They laughed along, not truly seeing how much this hurt you. And you would keep it that way.
The decorations were beautiful. You gazed upon the arch that Aragorn was to be wed under, trailing down the cascading vines and flowers. You counted at least a hundred guests.
If it weren’t for the emotions you felt at the moment, you might have smiled just because of how beautiful everything looked.
The bells rang, signifying that the ceremony would start soon, and you took a sharp breath. Your stomach churned like you were about to face the armies of Mordor alone. But it wasn’t the time to be afraid. It was time to be Aragorn’s friend.
The very man that your thoughts were formed around jogged up to you, handsome as ever. His armor contrasted his eyes beautifully, and the smile he wore made you melt.
“Y/N. Just the woman I wished to see.” He grinned, placing a hand on your shoulder while you returned the smile.
You hummed, straightening your back. “What do you need?” You asked, ready to do whatever he needed.
“A friend.” He replied, indicating that he was nervous.
“You’ll be fine, Aragorn.” You smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Everything will go smoothly, I assure you.”
The man nodded, a dreadful sigh escaping his lips once the bells rang again. Of all the things you’d said today, the three words that left your lips were some of the hardest to get out. “Go get her.”
Once everyone was settled, the ceremony began with Elrond giving Arwen away. You watched Aragorn closely, the way his eyes lit up when Arwen was unveiled, the pure love and devotion he had for her nearly killing you. You had no idea it would be this hard. Tears pricked at your eyes when they kissed and you were glad you could blame it on the “beauty” of the moment.
You watched Aragorn lead Arwen down the aisle, each step a dagger in your chest. No matter how strong you wanted to be for Aragorn, you couldn’t watch this any longer. Your strained smile slowly disappeared as they walked out of sight. You had to get out of there.
So, when he wasn’t looking, you quietly slipped away, allowing the tears to finally fall. What you didn’t know, however, was that he saw you walk away, more confused and worried than ever.
Once you were far enough, you broke into a sprint. You needed to get as far away from there as fast as you could. You slipped your shoes off, the cold and roughness of the stone adding to your anguish. Upon reaching the garden, you sobbed, collapsing onto the stone ground where you once stood. You couldn’t control it. Your shoulders softly shook as you cried, feeling nothing but sorry for yourself. You thought you could watch Aragorn give a special part of himself to Arwen. You really did. But you couldn’t.
And you hated yourself for it. You held your head in your hands, sniffling quietly into the silence. You never got to tell him how much better he made you. You never got to hug him as Arwen would. You never got to laugh at his flirtatious jokes like Arwen would be able to. You never got to kiss him as Arwen would. But then again, why would he ever kiss someone like you? You weren’t even half as pretty as her.
Too lost in your own sorrow, you didn’t hear Aragorn’s footsteps approaching. Something about rangers, they always knew how to stay quiet and test the situation. Upon seeing you, he removed his crown, kneeling beside you with worry written on his sharp features. “Y/n? Y/n, why are you upset?” The worried man asked, gently grasping your trembling shoulders.
You flinched under the touch, shrinking away from the touch. “It is nothing, Mellon. Please, go be with yo- Arwen. Were you not just betrothed?” You asked, wiping away the salty teardrops on your cheeks.
While you stood to leave, Aragorn mimicked your actions, blocking your exit. “Y/n, please. I only wish to help,” He pleaded, following your gaze. He gently grabbed your chin, sending a shiver down your spine while he forced you to look at him.
“Aragorn, please let me go.” You sniffled, lip quivering while your eyes begged him to leave.
Aragorn frowned, giving one final attempt at helping you. He couldn’t know. He could never know. “Was it Arwen? Gandalf? I do not know what could have upset you in such a way.” He frowned, brow creased in worry.
Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. No more games, or guessing, or hiding from it. You’d tried so hard, only for it all to come crashing down in flames before your eyes. “It’s you, Aragorn!” You cried, hot tears streaming down your cheeks while throwing your hands out.
You laughed a sad laugh, backing away from the man you’d loved for countless years. “It’s always been you.” You croaked weakly, your voice brittle and defeated. Aragorn was still confused. He cautiously stepped forward, taking your hands in his own. “Y/n, what do you mean?” He asked, clearly worried that he’d hurt you in some way.
You shook your head, biting your lip while you trained your gaze on the ground. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Just-” You smiled, shaking your head as you met his gaze. “Just go be with her. You need to be with her.”
But instead of walking away, Aragorn shook his head. “Y/n, we cannot keep circling amongst each other like this. Please, tell me what I’ve done to hurt you.” He pleaded, worry and remorse engraved in his expression.
You took a shaky breath, tearing up once again. “I can’t, Aragorn.” You admitted, the cost of saying the words far more than you were willing to give. “If I do, I will have to leave.” You choked, willing away the tears.
Aragorn sighed, determination set in his jaw. “Whatever you are facing, Y/n, whatever comes, I will face it beside you.” He stated, confidence and truth behind the words. You hated how perfect he was. Always an amazing friend, but not for much longer.
Finally, after a minute of silence, you decided that if you were going to leave Gondor for the rest of your days, you might as well make it memorable. “Forgive me, Aragorn.” You pleaded, leaning in to steal a kiss from Aragorn.
He hummed in surprise, but didn’t back away, eyes fluttering shut. You relished in the feeling, your hand on his warm, stubbly cheek. It was incredible. Until the both of you realized what was happening. You gasped, backing away from the kiss. “I-“ You stammered, quickly going into a panic. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.” You breathed, stumbling out of the garden.
You felt like such an idiot. All of the nights wasted in tears rushing back to haunt you as you ran away from the love you’d held onto so dearly. You ran as fast as you could for the forest, clutching the necklace Aragorn had given you. Habit.
Little did you know, Aragorn decided to run after you, desperate to clean up the mess you’d made. You ran, skillfully weaving throughout the trees to lose Aragorn.
Once you thought you were far enough, you leaned against a tree, dirt marks along your arms and legs. That was the last time you would ever see Aragorn. You wasted it. So, you cried. Then you decided you would move on. Start over.
Aragorn approached, careful not to startle you. You looked up, resting your head against the tree with an irritated sigh. “I can’t stay.” You whispered, your defeated tone letting Aragorn know just how much of a toll this took on you.
Aragorn frowned, the glisten of a tear catching your eye. “Why? We can forget it happened, Y/n. We can make this right.” He suggested, a pleading in his voice that you’d only heard a handful of times. It hurt.
“We can’t. I have to leave.” You replied, forcing yourself to look at him. “I love you, Aragorn. I always have and will. Nothing can ever change that. So, unless you have miraculously realized that it is not Arwen, but me you love, which I highly doubt, I’m leaving.” You explained, standing with a sigh, knowing Aragorn would try to follow.
He stood, watching while you unclasped the necklace Aragorn gave you. “Goodbye, Aragorn.” You spoke defeatedly, gently grasping his hands to place the necklace in them.
“Y/n, anything you wish, I will do. Just stay.” He asked one final time, slow tears falling down his cheeks.
You pressed a kiss to his cheek, wiping away his tears with your thumb. “I wish I were Arwen.” And with that, you walked away, thankful that Aragorn didn’t try to follow.
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hey-its-nonny · 12 days ago
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Wishes
Aragorn x reader
okay this will be my last angsty fic i promise
I’m excited to announce that this fic is a collaboration! i wrote this with @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse and i am super pleased with it!
chap. six of In Between is out, so be sure to check that out. ANYWAYS this is inspired by the song Heather by Conan Gray :)
let the heartbreak commence <3
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You woke in a restored Gondor, eyes fluttering open at the beams of golden sunlight seeping through your window. The day you‘d dreaded for months had finally come. It was the day Aragorn was to be wed to his love, Arwen.
You rose, already mourning your loss of your friend and your love. You didn’t know how you could stay, concealed in the dark. Hiding. Ignoring your emotions and acting as if they didn’t exist was a difficult task. But, if it meant Aragorn would be happy, you would try your best, unsure of what might come of it.
Slowly, you slid on your dress, the silky fabric brushing your legs. It was a beautiful gown, one that Arwen had made especially for you. It fit perfectly, snug around your waist and flaring out. In your favorite color, too.
The necklace Aragorn had given you laid heavily on your neck. It felt wrong to be wearing it to this event, but without it, you didn't feel whole.
And with a look in the mirror, you sighed, a saddened smile gracing your lips while you prepared yourself for what would be one of the saddest days of your life.
You thought back to a better time when everything was easier. When your love for Aragorn had bloomed.
It was a cold night. You and Aragorn had gone on yet another adventure together through the hours of the night. After plenty of frolicking and distractions, you’d both agreed that it was time to eat.
You’d decided a warm soup was the way to go, and Aragorn agreed with you on that as well. And while you waited for your meals, you talked around pointless things, avoiding the affection that was blossoming.
You were teasing him, pushing him around, baiting him. When he finally retaliated, he accidentally hit your soup out of your hands. The target for the food? your clothes. Your shirt was covered, and you stifled a laugh while Aragorn looked mortified.
You winced a bit at how hot your soup was, as well as the fact that you could no longer eat it, since it was so elegantly spilled on your shirt.
“Y/N, I am so sorry. Here, let me- I can-” The poor man rambled, looking for a cloth to dry your shirt. You couldn’t help but giggle at how flustered he was, though the fiery wrath of the soup was definitely a contender for your attention.
Yet still, you laughed, opening your bag with a hum. “Aragorn, I’m sure I have a spare shirt in my pa- What? Where is it?” You quietly gasped, Aragorn’s eyes brightening.
“Take mine, Y/N. I have a spare.” He stated, the red on his cheeks dissipating.
Your gentle hands gingerly grasped the shirt as you stood, sharply inhaling at the temperature of the soup. “I’ll be back.”
After a minute or two, you walked over to the table and sat down, cozier than ever in Aragorn’s off-white shirt. You offered a smile and caught Aragorn’s eye, his shocked expression warming your cheeks. “It is a little big, I will admit, but it will do until I get a fresh change of clothing.” You grinned, biting back a smile.
“Keep it.” Aragorn smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the slightest and sweetest of ways. “It looks better on you than it looked on me.” He stated, inhaling a breath after stealing another glance at you.
You still had that shirt, after all the time that passed.
Those were fond memories you had of him, but fleeting. You smoothed your dress down and slipped on your shoes. Another memory came to haunt you, the emotions overwhelming.
You were wandering Rivendell when you heard a giggle. You had turned a corner, finding Aragorn, his lips glued to Arwen’s. You cleared your throat, causing them to break apart, looking at you sheepishly.
Arwen spoke softly, “Oh, I am sorry about that. We didn’t know anyone else would come here.” Of course, she didn’t know that Aragorn and you had spent many hours in this same place. You avoided his gaze and hid your emotion, laughing instead.
“Oh I have so many things I could say, but most important of all, I could tell everyone!” You paraded around them, joking of course. They laughed along, not truly seeing how much this hurt you. And you would keep it that way.
The decorations were beautiful. You gazed upon the arch that Aragorn was to be wed under, trailing down the cascading vines and flowers. You counted at least a hundred guests.
If it weren’t for the emotions you felt at the moment, you might have smiled just because of how beautiful everything looked.
The bells rang, signifying that the ceremony would start soon, and you took a sharp breath. Your stomach churned like you were about to face the armies of Mordor alone. But it wasn’t the time to be afraid. It was time to be Aragorn’s friend.
The very man that your thoughts were formed around jogged up to you, handsome as ever. His armor contrasted his eyes beautifully, and the smile he wore made you melt.
“Y/N. Just the woman I wished to see.” He grinned, placing a hand on your shoulder while you returned the smile.
You hummed, straightening your back. “What do you need?” You asked, ready to do whatever he needed.
“A friend.” He replied, indicating that he was nervous.
“You’ll be fine, Aragorn.” You smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Everything will go smoothly, I assure you.”
The man nodded, a dreadful sigh escaping his lips once the bells rang again. Of all the things you’d said today, the three words that left your lips were some of the hardest to get out. “Go get her.”
Once everyone was settled, the ceremony began with Elrond giving Arwen away. You watched Aragorn closely, the way his eyes lit up when Arwen was unveiled, the pure love and devotion he had for her nearly killing you. You had no idea it would be this hard. Tears pricked at your eyes when they kissed and you were glad you could blame it on the “beauty” of the moment.
You watched Aragorn lead Arwen down the aisle, each step a dagger in your chest. No matter how strong you wanted to be for Aragorn, you couldn’t watch this any longer. Your strained smile slowly disappeared as they walked out of sight. You had to get out of there.
So, when he wasn’t looking, you quietly slipped away, allowing the tears to finally fall. What you didn’t know, however, was that he saw you walk away, more confused and worried than ever.
Once you were far enough, you broke into a sprint. You needed to get as far away from there as fast as you could. You slipped your shoes off, the cold and roughness of the stone adding to your anguish. Upon reaching the garden, you sobbed, collapsing onto the stone ground where you once stood. You couldn’t control it. Your shoulders softly shook as you cried, feeling nothing but sorry for yourself. You thought you could watch Aragorn give a special part of himself to Arwen. You really did. But you couldn’t.
And you hated yourself for it. You held your head in your hands, sniffling quietly into the silence. You never got to tell him how much better he made you. You never got to hug him as Arwen would. You never got to laugh at his flirtatious jokes like Arwen would be able to. You never got to kiss him as Arwen would. But then again, why would he ever kiss someone like you? You weren’t even half as pretty as her.
Too lost in your own sorrow, you didn’t hear Aragorn’s footsteps approaching. Something about rangers, they always knew how to stay quiet and test the situation. Upon seeing you, he removed his crown, kneeling beside you with worry written on his sharp features. “Y/n? Y/n, why are you upset?” The worried man asked, gently grasping your trembling shoulders.
You flinched under the touch, shrinking away from the touch. “It is nothing, Mellon. Please, go be with yo- Arwen. Were you not just betrothed?” You asked, wiping away the salty teardrops on your cheeks.
While you stood to leave, Aragorn mimicked your actions, blocking your exit. “Y/n, please. I only wish to help,” He pleaded, following your gaze. He gently grabbed your chin, sending a shiver down your spine while he forced you to look at him.
“Aragorn, please let me go.” You sniffled, lip quivering while your eyes begged him to leave.
Aragorn frowned, giving one final attempt at helping you. He couldn’t know. He could never know. “Was it Arwen? Gandalf? I do not know what could have upset you in such a way.” He frowned, brow creased in worry.
Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. No more games, or guessing, or hiding from it. You’d tried so hard, only for it all to come crashing down in flames before your eyes. “It’s you, Aragorn!” You cried, hot tears streaming down your cheeks while throwing your hands out.
You laughed a sad laugh, backing away from the man you’d loved for countless years. “It’s always been you.” You croaked weakly, your voice brittle and defeated. Aragorn was still confused. He cautiously stepped forward, taking your hands in his own. “Y/n, what do you mean?” He asked, clearly worried that he’d hurt you in some way.
You shook your head, biting your lip while you trained your gaze on the ground. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Just-” You smiled, shaking your head as you met his gaze. “Just go be with her. You need to be with her.”
But instead of walking away, Aragorn shook his head. “Y/n, we cannot keep circling amongst each other like this. Please, tell me what I’ve done to hurt you.” He pleaded, worry and remorse engraved in his expression.
You took a shaky breath, tearing up once again. “I can’t, Aragorn.” You admitted, the cost of saying the words far more than you were willing to give. “If I do, I will have to leave.” You choked, willing away the tears.
Aragorn sighed, determination set in his jaw. “Whatever you are facing, Y/n, whatever comes, I will face it beside you.” He stated, confidence and truth behind the words. You hated how perfect he was. Always an amazing friend, but not for much longer.
Finally, after a minute of silence, you decided that if you were going to leave Gondor for the rest of your days, you might as well make it memorable. “Forgive me, Aragorn.” You pleaded, leaning in to steal a kiss from Aragorn.
He hummed in surprise, but didn’t back away, eyes fluttering shut. You relished in the feeling, your hand on his warm, stubbly cheek. It was incredible. Until the both of you realized what was happening. You gasped, backing away from the kiss. “I-“ You stammered, quickly going into a panic. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.” You breathed, stumbling out of the garden.
You felt like such an idiot. All of the nights wasted in tears rushing back to haunt you as you ran away from the love you’d held onto so dearly. You ran as fast as you could for the forest, clutching the necklace Aragorn had given you. Habit.
Little did you know, Aragorn decided to run after you, desperate to clean up the mess you’d made. You ran, skillfully weaving throughout the trees to lose Aragorn.
Once you thought you were far enough, you leaned against a tree, dirt marks along your arms and legs. That was the last time you would ever see Aragorn. You wasted it. So, you cried. Then you decided you would move on. Start over.
Aragorn approached, careful not to startle you. You looked up, resting your head against the tree with an irritated sigh. “I can’t stay.” You whispered, your defeated tone letting Aragorn know just how much of a toll this took on you.
Aragorn frowned, the glisten of a tear catching your eye. “Why? We can forget it happened, Y/n. We can make this right.” He suggested, a pleading in his voice that you’d only heard a handful of times. It hurt.
“We can’t. I have to leave.” You replied, forcing yourself to look at him. “I love you, Aragorn. I always have and will. Nothing can ever change that. So, unless you have miraculously realized that it is not Arwen, but me you love, which I highly doubt, I’m leaving.” You explained, standing with a sigh, knowing Aragorn would try to follow.
He stood, watching while you unclasped the necklace Aragorn gave you. “Goodbye, Aragorn.” You spoke defeatedly, gently grasping his hands to place the necklace in them.
“Y/n, anything you wish, I will do. Just stay.” He asked one final time, slow tears falling down his cheeks.
You pressed a kiss to his cheek, wiping away his tears with your thumb. “I wish I were Arwen.” And with that, you walked away, thankful that Aragorn didn’t try to follow.
~~~ i LOVED writing this!!! if any of you writers ever wanna collaborate, hmu!!
tags: @eru-vande @thewhiteladyofrohan @from-patroclus-with-love @elvish-sky @lady-latte @entishramblings
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Mistaken (Aragorn x Fem!Reader)
Requested by @elvish-sky from my 50th follower celebration!
Warnings: Fluff and kissing!
Word Count: 600
A/N Mistaken for a couple and mutual pining, alright, I can work with that! I know it sort of ended abruptly, but I felt bad for taking so long. I hope you enjoy it! 
You two walked into the Prancing Pony, weary and exhausted. You had been traveling for days now, with barely any rest. You quickly head to the bar and slump over, sluggishly motioning for food and drink, while Aragorn takes care of acquiring two rooms. You turn around to make sure that he is doing his job when his eyes meet yours, the quickest of glances, and he turns away. Your heart flutters and you move your drink back to your lips to hide how flustered that made you. For goodness sake, he hadn’t kissed you? It was just the merest of looking, nothing was to become of it. 
The scraping of a chair interrupted your daydreaming as Aragorn sat next to you, digging into his food. The bartender approached you both a bit hesitantly, probably confused as to why you looked so disheveled. 
“Excuse me miss, I notice your husband has joined you, would you like me to bring another drink?” He asked politely. You spit out your drink and Aragorn began choking on his food profusely. The poor bartender looked so confused. You pounded Aragorn’s back, and he wiped his mouth, a twinkle in his eye. 
“We are not married, however, I would appreciate a drink,” Aragorn said in his gravelly voice. Ugh, why was he so attractive? He looked straight at you as the bartender quickly apologized and hurried away. You turned away, cheeks burning. This was a development you hadn’t expected. You two finished your meals in silence, yet a comfortable silence. There was never anything awkward between you two, and most of the quiet were welcomed. However, this one may have been comfortable, but something was different. Your arms tingled where he slightly brushed them, the sounds of the pub swirling around you. The exhaustion began to hit you again, and Aragorn could tell. 
You spoke quietly, unwilling to break the silence. “Do you have my room key?” Aragorn looked up from his drink, his eyes searching your face. There was the smallest flash of hurt and confusion before he turned back to normal. 
“Yes, I’ll bring you to it.” He pushed away his now empty drink, showing you the way. It was one of the farther rooms, and your arms accidentally brushed against his, making goosebumps erupt over your skin. You murmured an apology, all sound from the pub disappearing at this point. Your stomach was turning over, and you felt as if something was going to happen, but you did not know what. 
Aragorn stopped abruptly, making you slam into his arms. “I’m so sorry, I- are you alright?” You stammered, looking up at Aragorn. You backed up, taking in his face. Did he look...scared? “Aragorn?” You said softly. 
“What have I done to you? It is as if you are afraid of me, just the simplest touches have you apologizing. Have I done something wrong? I have been trying to do this right, but I no longer know what is right and what is wrong.” He rambled, his face turning red. 
“Shut up Aragorn!” you said, grabbing his arm. Without hesitation, he kissed you, slowly softly. You were surprised, and your stomach was full of butterflies. He backed you up against the wall, sliding his arms around your waist, moving your hands to his neck. His lips moved with yours perfectly. He pulled away, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. 
“Goodnight y/n,” He grinned cheekily before sauntering to his room. You were breathless, the ghost of his lips still on yours. You fell asleep with a smile on your face.
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Aragorn x Reader-The Last Battle
LOTR Masterlist / Aragorn Masterlist
For the amazing @aerynwrites writing challenge (congrats again!), I hope you all enjoy this! I chose the trope someone almost dies 💛
I could feel Aragorns eyes burning into me as I tied up the lace on my boots. I knew what he was thinking and what he was probably going to say but that wasn’t going to stop me, maybe that’s why I didn’t say anything to him. I didn’t want to argue with him. Not now..not today. When I turned around to face him, he was holding one of my daggers in his hands, examining it like he’d done many times before. I tried not to stare at him but I couldn’t help it. He looked different now. He was no longer the ranger I’d grown to know and love; instead he was the King of Gondor, a design of the white tree of his homeland sitting proudly on his chest, signifying that he was now accepting the title he’d long since run from. I was happy for him, happy that he was finally accepting his birthright but I couldn’t deny that part of me dreaded this day. I knew Aragorn would make an amazing king, he was fair and just but I couldn’t help but feel a pit of dread in the pit of my stomach when I thought about him and I. What if he didn't want me anymore. I tried to push the thought from my head but the harder I tried the more I seemed to think about it. I wasn’t Queen material, Aragorn knew this and maybe..maybe that would mean that he’d want us to part ways so that he could be with someone who could be the Queen he deserved. 
“What are you doing?” He asked, breaking the silence. 
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I retorted as I grabbed my arm braces.
“Y/n/n-” He began, his voice low as his eyes met mine. I could see the words I was dreading forming in his mind as he moved closer to me. 
“Don’t, Aragorn,” I warned. I heard him let out a sigh in response as he put my dagger down on the side of the table. 
“We talked about this-”
“No, you talked about it, I didn’t agree, to any of it,” I snapped, feeling my frustration rise. He wanted me to stay here. To sit here and do nothing whilst he and all of the people I’d grown to care for ran off to this fight. To wait idly for news. 
“Y/n/n,” he whispered and in the blink of an eye he was right infront of me, his hands moving to my face, caressing my cheeks soothingly in an attempt to calm me down and as much as I wanted to be furious with him, I couldn’t help but melt into his touch. 
“I’m coming with you,” I stated, though my voice was barely above a whisper, “I have always been by your side..through every fight...,”I continued, my voice wavering as I felt the tears brimming my eyes. I knew what the risks were, they were the same as every battle we faced. We could die today, I knew that. Everyone knew that. But I also knew that I would rather die by his side than sit here and wait. If I was there, I could help protect him...I knew I’d never forgive myself if he died and I lived. His life was worth more than mine and I’d give it to protect him in a heartbeat. 
“Oh Meleth nîn,” he soothed, pulling me into his embrace, his hands cradling my head as it rested on his shoulder while my arms wrapped around his torso. 
“Please..do not ask me to leave you now,” I whispered, holding onto him tighter than I ever had before, savouring what could be our last intimate moment together. He didn’t say anything, he just stroked my hair soothingly before placing a delicate kiss on the top of my head. We both pulled away slightly when we heard the door to the room slightly creak open. 
“Pardon the intrusion, but everyone’s ready,” Legolas said before vanishing back to the hall. 
“I love you,” 
“I love you too,” I breathed, at my words he tilted my head up slightly to press a delicate kiss on my lips before pulling away and walking over to the table, grabbing my dagger. He held it in his hands for a few moments, as if battling with himself about what to do. Then he turned to me, handing me my dagger with a small smile on my face. 
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There were so many bloody corpses that surrounded me, orc and human alike. I don’t know how long we’d been fighting for but with every stab of my dagger I could feel the fatigue in my limbs. And that’s when I heard it. The roar of the troll. The sound made my blood run cold as I glanced over at it, still keeping most of my attention on fighting the orcs that were coming at me relentlessly.  But then I saw where it was heading, it had its eyes fixed on Aragorn. I felt my heart stop in my chest as I saw him fall to the floor. I was trying to get to him. To help him. To protect him like I’d done so many times before. The mixture of adrenaline, fear and worry were enough to keep me fighting until I felt a hot piercing pain in my side. I glanced to see an orc with a somewhat triumphant smirk on its face, it's weapon dripping with blood. 
My blood. 
I winced slightly as I raised my dagger to the orc, stabbing it directly in the heart before returning my focus to Aragorn and the troll. I was sweating, I knew I was but I felt cold. So cold. I placed one hand on my side, trying to keep pressure on the wound whilst the other hand had a dagger in it, still trying to fight. With every stab, my vision blurred as I felt myself grow colder, the pain in my side growing more and more painful with every second that passed. Everything around me seemed to be happening in slow motion but it was still too quick for my mind to keep up with. The last thing I saw before my world turned black was the Eye of Sauron falling.  
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Confusion. That’s the first thing I felt before my eyes were even open. And pain. It wasn’t like it was before, the piercing pain was almost like a dull ache. I was confused about where I was. What had happened. If I was dead and this is what the afterlife looked like or if I was somehow alive. Everything seemed distant, I tried to open my eyes but it was like they were clamped shut allowing me to see only the darkness that surrounded me. I could hear voices around me, yet my world was still black. The voices seemed so far away but I could just about make out “I am not leaving her,” it sounded familiar  but it was so faint it was hard to tell who the voice belonged to. I could hear other voices but they sounded more like murmurs than anything else. Then I felt a warm hand intertwine with mine, the words “I love you,”, “I’m sorry,” and “Please don’t die,” being whispered continuously in my ear. Aragorn. It was Aragorn. I heard the sobbs that fell from his lips as his other warm hand moved to my forehead, stroking it softly. I wanted nothing more than to comfort him. To squeeze his hand. To open my eyes. Anything. Just to give him a sign that I was still here and that none of this was his fault. I kept trying so hard just to send him the smallest sign but everything I tried seemed useless. It was like my brain was wide awake but my body was fast asleep. I kept trying but the harder I tried the harder it was to keep going and before I knew I faded away again.
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A bright light flooded into my eyes as they slowly fluttered open.  At first I thought that bright light meant that I was dead but as I moved slightly I awoke Aragorn who’d had his head resting on the side of the bed. 
“Aragorn,” I whispered, drowsily as my eyes settled on him.. At the sound of my words his  eyes darted to mine, all the sleep seeming to vanish from his eyes as he moved from the chair he was sitting on to the side of the bed I was on. Within an instant his warm hands were on my face, caressing my cheeks softly before he placed his forehead on mine.
“I thought I’d lost you,” he sniffled, tears forming in his eyes as he spoke those words, the mixture of fear and relief evident in his voice. 
“I’m here,” I cooed, raising my hands to his face, mimicking his comforting actions. 
“I’m here,” I repeated like a mantra against his lips.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he whispered back, the tears now falling from his eyes. 
“You have nothing to apologise for, Meleth nîn, I’m okay, I’m here,” I soothed, wiping away the tears that were staining his cheeks. It felt like we stayed like that for hours, wrapped up in each other's embrace, both of savouring a moment we never thought we’d get again. 
“Don’t you have a country to run?” I asked, a chuckle lacing my voice slightly as I broke the comfortable silence we’d been sitting in. 
“I do but today, my only priority is looking after you,” he cooed, pressing a soft kiss onto my lips. 
“I love you,” he whispered against my lips, delicately pulling me into his embrace again. 
“I love you too,”
The worry of being good enough for him was still lingering in the back of my mind. But I almost died. That seemed to put things into perspective; I loved him, that much was clear and as long as he loved me too that’s all that mattered.
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Speak my Language (Fellowship x Hurt! Reader)
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Synopsis: After being ambushed by orcs, you are left alone at your isolated camp to bleed out. However, your loyal friend, a “tyger” from Far Harad, has other plans in mind—tracking down another camp nearby, comprised of nine warriors, in search of aid for you.
Pairings: a bit of Legolas x Reader. I’m a simp for him, okay?
Warnings: blood, mentions of an attack, hurt/comfort
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The attack came too fast and too swiftly. Orcs weren’t supposed to reside in this area of the forest, or so you thought. It was almost as if something were driving them to your location, like dolphins chasing down fish to the shores of oceans.
Whatever may be the case, and whoever the fish in this scenario were, you were the one left severely injured.
It started with a flickering of your tyger’s ear. Comrade, as you named him, was an exotic breed of big cat, from the furthermost southern jungles of Far Harad, where the likes of oliphaunts also roamed.
You had met the large orange, striped cat on a mission to spring all kinds of animals free on the southern shores of Middle-earth. The Haradrim were responsible for this illegal smuggling trade, though you knew someone far larger was behind it.
A mystery was unfolding in Middle-earth before your eyes. Orcs in odd locations, secret illicit activities in dark harbours, and a growing disbalance in the ecosystem.
Setting the stampeding oliphaunts loose, the wooden crates on the foggy harbour soon burst into chaos. Men ran everywhere, both trying to save themselves and their jobs.
As ropes and hooks were cast into the grey flesh of the loudly trumpeting beasts, you snuck out. However, on your escape route, a rabid, hissing animal caught your attention.
You had never seen a cat like him before, and knew instantly he was out of sorts amongst the scenery of Middle-earth. What on earth would he need stripes to blend in with? You figured he was more used to tall savannahs, if anything.
Tentatively, and knowing all could go wrong for yourself, you unlatched the lock containing your soon-to-be friend.
He leapt out and crouched lowly before you, arching his back and sizing up your neck. His teeth were large and yellow at the gums, as he flashed them viciously.
However, making the first move, you slowly showed him your empty hands, and kneeled down. A slight change in his attitude was present, as his hisses ceased and his ears unpinned themselves.
And when a Haradrim man came at you, well, all that was left were ribbons of flesh and a new partner for you.
Ever your noble protector, Comrade lifted his head from your lap, where you were running your hands through his now twitching ears.
“What is it, boy?” you cooed, tracing the black stripes on his head.
A low growl had begun to form at the back of his throat, and you stilled your hand. Though a level of trust had been formed between you both throughout the three years you walked alongside him, he was still a wild animal at the end of the day.
You took into account the twitching of his tail, and your heart stopped. You always feared Comrade might one day turn around and attack you like he did to those Haradrim. Small housecats were bad enough with mood-swings as it was.
Eyeing up his large paws, where claws the size of small shanks appeared, you grew clammy. However, a distant snapping of a branch beyond the dark trees both settled and rose your nerves.
Glancing up from Comrade, you followed his keen line of sight past your little campfire. You stared for what felt like minutes, until another branch snapping sounded the alarms.
Comrade immediately lifted himself from your lap, and stood tall. The power in his sudden movement scared you, and you found yourself jolting to your own feet.
All you had on you was a small dagger, for you liked to think of yourself as a “wise pacifist”.
You drew it in front of yourself, and scared breaths racked your chest. Comrade was pacing the dirt in front of you, eyes forever trained on the forest, tail swishing.
And then, the attack came.
A slaughter occurred between the trees and before the fire, and though you managed to assist with many kills, Comrade in the end was the clear victor.
However, one tyger against ten orcs was not entirely fair.
In the aftermath, you found yourself with your back rested against a tree—your hand clutching a dagger in your abdomen.
Orcs bodies lay strewn around, some missing heads, others with their intestines spilled on the upturned dirt. Most, however, had their jugulars torn out.
Comrade had just put to rest his last orc, and turned his panting, blood-soaked snout back to you at the sound of a small whimper. The previously feral glint in his eyes subsided, as he observed your mewling state.
Your hand clutched the pommel of the dagger, as you struggled to not look at it—favouring to keep your eyes screwed shut instead, and your chin lifted high.
He immediately thudded one paw in front of the other, as he came to stand beside you. He sniffed the dagger, and made a small sound reminiscent of chuffing to your face. He nudged his nose with your cheek, willing you to look at him.
When you did, you found amber eyes, brimming with concern, looking back at you.
“I wasn’t fast enough,” you tried with a small smile, but mewled again through the pain of speaking.
He chuffed once more, and tried to inspect the dagger. You gently pushed his head away, knowing there wasn’t much he could do.
Understanding the severity of your state, he lifted his neck and stood tall. Flickering his ears in all directions, Comrade scoped out the forest. He could hear the sounds of night for many miles—owls hooting, mice rustling, squirrels climbing and…men chatting lowly around a crackling fire.
They did not sound like orcs, and turning his nose to the air above, Comrade knew instantly they were not. Instead, the scent of men and elves lingered in the breeze, and something new he hadn’t encountered before.
Without glancing back at you, he took off running through the woods.
Watching him leave in confusion, you knitted your brows. However, the throbbing split in your stomach soon burned away again, and you were left crying alone through bared teeth.
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On the other side of the forest, just a few miles away, the Fellowship’s camp resided. The loss of Gandalf still rippled through the colleagues and friends like an unsettled lake, and not much was found beyond quiet chatter.
The topic, primarily, was of Lothlorien—the beautiful kingdom they had just reluctantly left.
Sat on a log, and grimacing as he ate rabbit meat off of a bone—quite different from the prepared salads with small chunks of chicken he had grown up with—Legolas watched the fire.
His fingers were sticky, and his nose was scrunched, as he attempted to eat said meat.
Next, Gimli’s chuckles filled the air.
The laughter silenced everyone, for it was the first time anyone had laughed since Moria.
Lifting his eyes, Legolas found Gimli laughing at him. “What is it?”
“A bit out of your comfort zone, aren’t we?” Gimli chuckled back, motioning to the prince’s fingers.
Legolas’ lips fell into a sarcastic frown. “That’s because I was actually raised with the idea of comfort to begin with.”
Gimli dismissively waved his hand. “All I’m hearing is pretty excuses.”
Legolas placed a sticky hand over his chest, and batted his lashes. “You think I’m pretty?”
A smirk grew on Gimli’s lips, as he pointed at the faint outline of grease on Legolas’ Lothlorien tunic.
Losing his own smirk, Legolas looked down at the clothing and sneered upon realizing his mistake.
Laughter rippled through the camp, and a few added on their own taunts in an effort to keep the happy atmosphere alive, even if at the prince’s expense.
However, Legolas had since tuned out. His head was over his shoulder, his pointed ears twitching, as he eyed off the forest behind. Distantly, snapping twigs and thudding paws could be heard.
“Don’t you think, Legolas?” Boromir laughed, slowly reeling the elf’s concerned attention back in to him. “Legolas? I said, don’t you—”
“Shh!” Legolas cut him off, whipping his head over his shoulder again.
Aragorn was the first to cease his relaxed nature, as he knew the cautious elf well-enough.
“Someone’s a bit of a soft—” Gimli had gone to say, before Legolas shushed him again.
Snapping his eyes to his friends, Legolas hastily whispered, “Do you not hear that?”
“We don’t have your—”
“Hush, let him speak,” Aragorn interjected, earning the obedience of the camp. “What is it, Legolas?”
“Something large and ambitious approaches from behind,” Legolas answered, scanning his eyes over his shoulder again.
Just as the elf did, the Fellowship dragged their sights along the trees. Slowly, following Legolas’ words and now actions, the entire camp rose to their feet and clutched their weapons.
The hobbits all nervously eyed one another, as the four stronger warriors stood in front. They each all watched the trees, and their hearts pounded faster, for they, too, could now hear what Legolas was explaining.
Loud thumps reached their ears, as did beastly panting. Legolas drew an arrow, and aimed it in preparation.
And then, Comrade burst into the camp.
The hobbits screamed in shock—in fact, both Gimli and Boromir shouted, too.
The tyger paced before them all, chuffing loudly in communication. Legolas, understanding all living things, heard the tyger speak.
Please! I need your help! My friend, she’s hurt—wounded by orcs!
Legolas lowered his arrow, much to the horror of the others.
“What are you doing?” Boromir screeched. “Shoot it down! It’s rabid! Look at the blood coating its mouth!”
“It is orc blood,” Legolas slowly drew out, knitting his brows in the direction of the tyger. “And he says he needs our help?”
Aragorn glanced at Legolas wide-eyed, and they shared a look—one dripping in superior knowledge.
Legolas made a show of disarming himself of his bow, and spoke back to the tyger in a way only elves could.
Take us to her.
The tyger turned around instantly, and began running into the woods. Aragorn and Legolas followed.
“Wait,” Pippin exclaimed in confusion, as everyone left him behind. “Has he always been able to speak with animals?! Did everyone else know this but me?!”
“Hurry up, Pippin!”
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Comrade had left you twenty minutes ago, and you felt an uncontrollable shiver run through your body. It was a shiver that, despite being close to the fire, was continuous.
Your teeth chattered, and your stomach coiled at the blood soaking you. It was all over the front of your tunic, and continuing to spread. You hadn’t removed the dagger as of yet—too afraid of both the consequences and the pain simultaneously.
You felt both dizzy and tired, and only wanted a nap. Just as you were beginning to close your eyes, frantic thudding in the distance could be heard.
Weakly, you turned your eyes to the trees Comrade had left through, and waited for either your friend or more orcs to appear.
However, what you were not expecting, was a blonde elf to burst through the dark with your tyger.
The tall elf skidded to a stop a few yards before you, and gasped sharply. His widened eyes raked over your paling, clammy body in alarm.
“Oh my goodness!” he cussed, before throwing his eyes over his shoulder. “Aragorn! Come quickly!”
Next, a man burst into view. Behind him, another man, dwarf and four hobbits followed. Though, for all you knew, they were children.
White dots filled your vision, and you soon felt very delirious, as if in a dream.
The elf rushed forwards, and fell to his knees beside you. He brushed your hair out of your face to observe your half-lidded eyes, where he then spoke.
“Y/n? Y/n, are you all right? Your friend, Comrade, told me of you. Can you hear me?”
All you could make out of his face were two brilliantly blue eyes. A white, angelic light encompassed him otherwise, and the blonde hair certainly didn’t help.
You garnered a sort of dazed smile, as you scanned his blinding face. “You’re an angel, aren’t you? Sent from above? Oh thank goodness—I thought I was going to go alone.”
Listening to your soft voice, the brunette man with greasy hair dropped beside the elf.
“Her strength fails and her light fades,” Aragorn commented. He scanned his eyes over your wound. “I shall use athelas to treat the bleeding, but…this may be beyond us.”
Legolas looked at Aragorn in horror, before looking down at you again. Two deaths on his hands in such a short amount of time? The immortal elf couldn’t—wouldn’t—process it.
“We are not yet too far from Lothlorien,” Legolas pointed out, studying your tired face. “We can turn around and leave her in the hands of Galadriel and her kin. They will heal her.”
“We haven’t time to double-back and risk the orcs,” Boromir pointed out.
Next, Legolas gestured at all the strewn bodies of the camp. “It appears our fault she dies in the first place. She felt safe enough to camp in these woods, and rightfully so, but we brought the orcs with us. We must help her. She’s our duty now.”
“Legolas is right,” Aragorn agreed, crushing athelas in his hands with water from his pouch. “The orcs are only in these woods because they track us. Legolas, you are the fastest here and know these trees second-best to me. You will take her back to Lothlorien and then take the journey three times faster to catch up with us.”
Legolas nodded his head in understanding, and felt your hand. It was cold, shivering and sweaty. He swallowed his nerves.
“You might want to hold her further,” Aragorn quietly pointed out to Legolas, gesturing to your hand.
The elf noticed the prepared athelas paste, and the ranger’s hand hovering over the intruding dagger’s pommel. Next, Aragorn spoke to you.
“Y/n, my name is Aragorn. I am going to help heal you, and then Legolas here will rush you back to Lothlorien. I am going to remove the dagger to decrease further injury. It will hurt for a moment. Do you understand?”
“Legolas?” you repeated in confusion, looking up at the aforementioned prince. “Oh, yes—him. He’s an angel.”
Aragorn smiled briefly, especially at the creeping blush on his friend’s pointed ears, until you looked back at him and took into account his dirty presentation. “You, on the other hand, are not an angel.”
Comrade, having been pacing the dirt on your free side, came to lay beside you, recognising what was about to happen next.
Aragorn politely curled his lips at your delirious insult, and quickly tore the dagger from your abdomen.
As if supporting a woman through birth, Legolas’ mewls were louder than your own, for the hand of yours he held clenched tightly.
Aragorn got to work quickly, and began applying the athelas to your now bleeding wound. You cried softly, as you felt the pain both grow and lessen.
Finding comfort through your dizzy haze in the thumbpad stroking your knuckles, you squeezed the same hand again, and were pleasantly surprised to find it squeezing back.
Gimli, Boromir and the hobbits watched on—nervously observing both the tyger lying beside you, and your hurt form.
“Lothlorien is a night’s run behind us. She needs a different tunic to reduce the risk of infection,” said Aragorn, using a makeshift cloth to wipe the blood away from you.
Legolas pressed his lips into a thin line, and nodded. He briefly let go of your hand, much to your vocal discomfort, and grabbed the bottom hems of his tunic. He lifted the green material over his head, and was left with nothing but a long-sleeved, white undershirt.
As Aragorn wrapped your chest with what he could find on him that’d temporarily work as a bind, Legolas patiently waited.
After your wound was tended to, Aragorn leant over to speak with you. “Your wound is dressed, Y/n. Legolas will now take care of you until Lothlorien. You are in good, capable hands. I promise.”
You mustered the strength to nod back, despite white dots still filling your vision.
Aragorn clasped Legolas’ shoulder and nodded, to which he nodded back. Then, the ranger turned and told the rest of the Fellowship to head back to camp.
Having ensured everyone was out of sight, Legolas looked down at you again.
“May I please change your tunic? I will close my eyes, but it has to be done—the blood will lead to infection if not dealt with.”
However, you stilled gazed up at him with a silly smile. Considering all he wore was now white, you believed your suspicions of him being an angel correct.
After a moment, his words finally drifted through your mind, like a lone leaf on a lazy river, and you nodded.
Legolas raised a hand to the hem of your tunic, and hooked his fingers underneath, but was halted by the sudden growling and standing of Comrade.
You dare touch her in such a state? I sought you out for help!
I am an elven prince, mellon. Trust me when I say; it is not even remotely possible in my genetic nature to do such a thing.
Well, trust me when I say; it is most definitely in my genetic nature to go for the jugular—always.
Understood, but you must let me help her. Have we not done so already? Let me complete assisting her, and then you shall follow me to Lothlorien.
The snarling lips of the tyger curled for a minute, as he stared across at the determined elf over your body—face to face.
Slowly, his growls died.
Fine. Just know, however, I am watching you every step of the way.
Well, that makes one of us.
As he promised, Legolas closed his eyes. He carefully, but swiftly lifted your blood-soaked tunic and tossed it aside.
Fumbling for a few minutes, as he did so blind, Legolas dressed you in his own green tunic. It was large on you, more like a short dress, but did the job of concealing your wounded form.
At some point, you had nearly drifted off to sleep, but a gentle cooing of Legolas brought you back.
“Hey, you must stay awake for now, all right? I am going to carry you to a lovely kingdom, and you will be taken care of. All I ask in return is that you keep me company with conversation the whole way. Can you please do that for me?”
Exhaling past your nose through your fatigue, you fluttered your hazy eyes open again.
Searching Legolas’ own, you nodded.
“Okay,” you promised.
“Good girl,” Legolas replied. He then gently scooped you into his arms like a bride, and checked in with Comrade.
Are you a fast runner?
Is that even a question?
To further his point, Comrade sprinted off into the trees, leaving Legolas jogging behind him. And, just as you promised, you spoke softly to him the whole way—mostly of his “angelic eyes”—and he delivered on his promise, of quite literally delivering you to Lothlórien.
Surprising Legolas most, however, was the new promise you made after healing by the aid of Galadriel’s hand, just a few days after your arrival. 
Upon learning of what exactly was disturbing your ecosystem in Middle-earth, you told Legolas he would not be making the journey back to his friends alone, for he had gained two new ones. 
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Everyone can request multiple scenarios everytime they want🧝🏻‍♀️✨
English is not my first language so i may have some errors. Don’t come for me for that, I’m trying to learn and I’ll do my best🥰
Please be patient. I don’t have a lot of time to write so your request might take some time, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to write it.
I won’t write things I’m not comfortable with. And don’t ask something that you have already asked to another creator because I don’t want to cause problems.
Request things nicely. Don’t demand me to write things like it’s my obligation. I do this so we can all have fun and a safe space to be.
I will only write about the fandoms/characters that are on the list below. Nevertheless i will consider your request if your character is not on the list.
I can write smut/NSFW.
I won’t write anything that involves sex with minors, abuse, racism, homophobia or something that offends any collective.
Be respectful with everyone in the comments and when you request things.
I will only accept character x reader fics for now
I can also write preferences (you give me a prompt and the characters that you’ll like to know how they would react or act. For example: Legolas, Aragorn and Faramir with the prompt how you first meet).
If you ask for a preference it could be of any character (it doesn’t have to be at the list below).
This is mainly a Lotr/TH blog but i can write about other fandoms if i feel like it and i like your request
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Lord of the rings/ The Hobbit:
- Legolas
- Aragorn
- Faramir
- Kili
- Fili
- Thorin
- Bard
- Thranduil
Star Wars.
Once upon a time.
Marvel.
Narnia.
Twilight.
Thanks for everything my elves!!
Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn (a star shines on the hour of our meeting)
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