#being absolutely normal about boromir again!!

[imaybeabear]

*sobbing and wailing* he failed! He failed! He failed Frodo and Aragorn and the Fellowship and his people and his brother and he failed himself!! He failed! But he stood up again and again and he fought!! He fought and fought and rose again and again and he failed to protect Merry and Pippin he failed to stop the orcs but he fought! They took the little ones and the city will come to ruin and he's dying! But he dies with honor because he fought!!!!!!

#being absolutely normal about boromir again!! #boromir #💛💛 my most beloved #lotr #lord of the rings #ow! #bea rambles

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Amin Mela Lle Chapter 5: Healing Rooms and Battlefields- Boromir x Citra

Boromir x Citra

Description: As Legolas and Alphine cut their wedding cake (a human tradition that Alphine found quite endearing (albeit a bit odd)), Boromir and Citra think about when they first realized they loved each other. 

Word Count: 2k

Cake was not unusual in an Elf’s diet. In fact they were probably one of the most common ones, especially one of high status. What wasn’t as common in their culture were wedding cakes. It was a tradition that mortal Men had made up for special occasions (such as a wedding), one that Alphine had found quite endearing. Sure normal cakes were lovely, but just imagine a cake made specifically for a special occasion! The thought was absolutely delightful and intriguing to her, and so one of her (admittedly few) requests for the wedding was that they would have a special cake made for them. It wasn’t a difficult demand so it was done. 

The cake itself was absolutely gorgeous. Four layers of sweet and delicious vanilla cake topped with pure white icing that was mouth watering just to look at. Though it had been an odd tradition to Elves, there wasn’t a single person not applauding as the bride and groom cut into the cake together. 

Cake was passed out by the Mirkwood servants, but no one ate a bite until Legolas and Alphine fed each other a bite, as was apparently a key part of the tradition. Citra and Boromir offered their thanks to the servants that brought them a slice of cake then waited until the happy moment before everyone began eating. 

As Boromir ate, he watched as his wife made delightful conversation with Issa and Lalia. A small smile settled on his face. He was so proud of her for coming out of her shell. It had been quite a process for her to get used to normal society in Gondor after living in MapleElm for so long. It didn’t help when Issa assigned her as her advisor, which meant being around strangers (to her) even more. Of course he’d made sure to be there for her, but she had come so far from when they started just on her own. The relaxed look on her face made him even more happy, and it reminded him of the day that he had fallen in love with her. 

Boromir didn’t remember much after he’d been shot with those three near fatal arrows. He remembered being tired after finally falling to the ground, and watching helplessly as Merry, Pippin and Camelia were taken from him by those Uruk-Hai soldiers. Then Aragorn appeared  in his vision. Though he couldn’t exactly remember what was said between them, he knew that they had been what should have been his last words. He honestly believed that he had died after things had gone dark for him. 

From that point things were fuzzy for him. He faintly remembered someone yelling above him, though it was muffled, which made him open his eyes to see the clear sky above him. Then, he saw Citra’s face right above his. Her expression read a mix of concern, confusion and devastation. It broke his heart, and he quickly decided that he never wanted to see it ever again. He wanted to console her, to tell her that it would be okay, but he couldn’t open his mouth. As a matter of fact he could barely even keep his eyes open, so they ultimately fell closed. He faded back into unconsciousness, ignoring the girl’s desperate calls to stay awake. 

The next time he woke up he was in a different place. It took him a moment to fully open his eyes, but he still had a hard time moving his head so he had to settle on just moving his eyes around his surroundings.  He seemed to be in a room this time around, and one that he only faintly recognized. At first he believed that he really had died because how else could he have gotten back to the MapleElm realm? Then he remembered Citra. It had to have been her who got him back. 

“Citra.” He hadn’t even realized that he had spoken until he heard it echo in the room. His voice was scratchy from not being used for (what he assumed was) quite a while. He heard movement on the other side of him before the girl in question crouched in front of him. 

“Boromir?” She questioned, voice soft and full of hope, as if she was afraid that speaking too loud would force him back into unconsciousness. A weak smile appeared on his face. 

“Yes, it’s me,” he responded hoarsely. A relieved sob left her lips as she smiled three times as wide as him. The sight made his own smile widen and he attempted to sit up, only to stop as pain shot through him. 

“Be careful,” Citra reprimanded gently as she rested a hand on his shoulder. “You need to wait until you regain your energy. You’ve only just healed enough to even wake up.” The man’s brows furrowed as he got comfortable once again.

“How- How long was I out?” He asked softly. 

“A few weeks now,” the girl answered as she pulled up a chair to his side. “Your injuries were not easy to heal, they needed you as still as possible so we had to keep you as close to comatose without killing you.” Boromir was surprised by her answer, but it made sense so he nodded. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Like I was shot with three arrows,” the man responded flatly, which made both of them laugh until Boromir groaned as another shot of pain went through him. Citra offered him a sympathetic smile before patting his shoulder comfortingly.

“Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll be here when you wake up.” At first Boromir wanted to protest, but a wave of exhaustion had decided to hit him at that moment so he offered a small nod before closing his eyes yet again.

The next week for him was spent with Citra. She had been waiting on him hand and foot. If he wanted something she would be out of her seat getting it almost immediately. She helped him eat, changed his bandages and checked for any infections, and simply just kept him company. Boromir had to admit that he enjoyed her attention on him,but it wasn’t until the eighth day of him being awake that the realization hit him. He loved her. It was odd to be offered this sort of affection or attention without wanting something in return. He hadn’t been shown this much care and attention since his mother was still alive. Of course, both Denethor and Framir loved him, but his father only truly cared about his accomplishments. And Faramir, he loved his older brother because he showed him the love that their father just couldn’t. 

It was different with Citra. With her he wasn’t Gondor’s greatest soldier or the best big brother, he was simply Boromir. She made him feel normal, feel human. And as their time spent together continued, he couldn’t deny the love he felt for her. But he wouldn’t tell her quite yet, he would wait until he knew that she felt the same way. And until that point came, he was happy to just be with her again. 

It took Citra quite a bit of time to realize that she loved Boromir. Sure, she found herself enjoying his company and wished that he hadn't left their realm at all, but there was a good reason for that. He had been the first person outside of her kingdom that truly made her feel so special and so happy. She didn’t understand why she felt so melancholic about both of his departures until after the final battle in Gondor. 

The battle that had taken place in Pelennor Fields had been brutal and bloody. The people of Middle Earth had won, but so many lives had been lost for their victory so it was sort of bittersweet in a sense. Thankfully, Citra hadn’t been too injured, receiving only minor wounds compared to most, which made it easier to get around. That was convenient because without a second thought she had run off in search of something. Or, more accurately, someone. 

She  looked high and low, both under and on top of other bodies that lay unmoving. The more she searched, the more panicked and on edge she was becoming. Sure, she knew that the field was large, but it couldn’t have possibly been that big, right? She hadn’t even realized who she had been looking for until she called out their name. 

“Boromir!” She called frantically, head whipping around in every direction. That's right, after all the death and destruction of those around her, she was looking for Boromir. Not Netra, not anyone else in the Wanita Hutan, but Boromir. 

Tears filled her eyes as she began to lose hope. This search may have been in vain for all she knew. She was aware that it probably wasn’t good to think like that, but as the minutes turned into an hour, she just couldn’t help it. Cleanup had already started as the unwounded/slightly wounded soldiers began taking the more severely injured soldiers inside to begin their respective healing processes. That made things a bit easier for Citra, but not by much. She continued to call out for Boromir desperately, but it wasn’t until thirty minutes after an hour of searching until she finally heard a response. 

“Citra Underlake!” She froze mid-step, almost to the point  falling over due to the momentum as she heard his voice call out. It sounded distant, but it was still there. That meant she was getting closer to him. Yet again her hopes had spiked and she all but began running towards the source. 

“Boromir!” She yelled, receiving her name in response once again. A bright smile appeared on her face as she sped up. The cycle between them continued until she finally spotted a familiar flash of light brunette hair. Citra’s heart skipped a beat and she paused. 

A breathless gasp left her lips and, as if hearing it being carried through the wind, Boromir turned around. His worried expression morphed into one of overwhelming relief, just like hers. Their minds seemed to work in unison because they had begun running at each other at full speed. Neither of them even slowed down as they grew closer, instead embracing it as they met. No, literally, they collided in a tight hug as soon as they were within arm’s length. 

A relieved sob fell from Boromir’s lips as they fell to the ground in a small heap from their momentum. Their grip on each other never faltered as they laid on the ground, instead opted to hold on tight to each other. They only pulled away when they finally sat up, but before Citra could do anything she felt his lips on hers. Though surprised at first, she was quick to melt into the kiss while her hands rested on his chest. 

That was the exact moment that a profound sense of love hit her. It only made sense after all they’d been through. Their time during the Fellowship’s stay had been short, yet it was more than enough time for a small attraction to form between them. That only grew and grew until the feeling of love ultimately settled between them. She had put him above everyone else because she loved him. 

One of his hands lifted to cup her cheek just before he pulled away. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and a small giggle left her lips when she realized he was already looking at her. The mere sound made a small smile form on his lips as his thumb stroked the apple of her cheek. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispered as if he only wanted her to hear it while they were in a crowded room. Citra copied his grin as she leaned into his touch. 

“So am I,” was all she said before she leaned in to capture his lips in another kiss.

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagine #boromir #boromir imagine #boromir x oc

[your-cryin-fool]

Srs here! (Also, don't worry about late replies! Life gets in the way sometimes didn't it lol! Or work or like everything else haha!)

For me, Christmas traditions have changed some over the years. When i was little, we always would get up early, open our stockings then we'd have to wait till after dinner (usually held around noon or 1), then we could open presents. It was torture as a kid haha! Now, we go to my fiancés sisters house on Christmas eve and my parents on Christmas for brunch.

As a kid, on Christmas Eve, we'd hang out as a family and get a fire going in the fire place, have cocoa and play the piano, and sing carols.

I really enjoyed Rings of Power! I wasn't sure what to expect, but like you, anything that gets me back in to middle earth is fantastic! There were so many moments I was yelling at the TV like "THERE'S A REFERENCE TO LOTR" and things like that. I was fangirling to a great extent!

Admittedly, I only watched the first two seasons of GoT. I got so mad when Ned died--Sean Bean dies in everything, and I was just like, NOT AGAIN, C'MON!!! it is on my list of things to re-watch though because I know it was very good.

The Lotr Lego game was so great. The hobbit one was really fun too. And this is funny, but the Lego City game (which is totally for kids) was an absolute blast to play. It was super funny. So was the Ninjago one. Haha!

(And last lotr thing for now--Faramir: he is amazing! His story line was so heartbreaking, especially that footage in the extended edition where you see him with Boromir and Boromir is like, "remember today, little brother". (Also i love book Faramir--I think you get more of his character in there but I did enjoy movie Faramir too))

Those sound like really fun traditions!! Some of mine have stuck around since I was a kid, we always watch Christmas Vacation on Christmas Eve, and even if I'm alone on Christmas Eve I watch it, we normally do a kind of snack night on Christmas eve too instead of a big dinner, and my mom always puts on A Christmas Carol right at midnight on Christmas

Omg the LotR references KILLED me in RoP (in the best way) I started SOBBING during the last episode when the line "when in doubt, follow your nose" was said. I was Emotional during the last episode in general but that got me.

I haven't really read the books, I'm almost finished Fellowship but that's it, I've read the hobbit a couple times though. From what I've heard, I do know that book Faramir is very good, and that him and Eowyn have more time together which I'd love to see. I love them together and I wish they got more screen time in the movie. Also in the extended edition when Faramir volunteers to go to Rivendell but Denethor is, well the worst, and sends Boromir. I firmly believe that if Faramir went instead, he wouldn't have tried to take the ring, and then we might have gotten to see a happy ending for both Boromir and Faramir, and maybe Denethor would have stopped being the worst. Maybe. Denethor's was one of the deaths I wasn't too upset about 😂

Is there a moment in the LotR trilogy that no matter how many times you watch it, it still gives you chills? For me it's "My friends, you bow to no one" anytime I think of that scene my eyes start watering, god it's so beautiful

#srs22

[guardianofrivendell]

Uh, so I'mma request something because I really like your writing and want more of your wonderful Aragorn fics in my life. So, I was thinking some headcannons about what it would be like to date/be in a relationship with Aragorn before, during and/or after the fellowship? Thanks man, and take as long as you need!💕

A/N: I am STRUGGLING with sleepover requests, my own series (PS and DAKT) and some new stuff so I turned to my stack of ‘normal’ requests to try and write something different. Et voilà!

@katethewriter I took a lot longer than I should have with these and I’m so sorry! I’m leaning more towards the Hobbit era lately (I’m really turning into a Dwarf simp here), and I’m neglecting the fellowship members. Unforgivable! 

I interpreted this as how your relationship would develop while on the quest to destroy the ring and you’re not actually together at the start of it. Also maybe slightly OOC Aragorn. 

A/N 2: It has some nsfw hints (not much), I couldn’t help myself and it’s very unlike Aragorn I think but I’m not sorry. Also this turned out really long, I am sorry for that. 

A/N 3: Just like my other headcanons, this doesn’t make much sense so best to simply ignore this. I really don’t know what this is... :) 

Being In a Relationship With Aragorn On The Quest Would Go Like This:

Aragorn had met you in some seedy pub 

Not his first choice to take shelter from the weather but after days and days of endless rain and trudging through mud it was almost nice to be there

at least he was able to dry his clothes and have a warm meal 

he was surprised to see someone like you there 

surprised but concerned too 

for your wellbeing that is 

every single person in that bar had his eyes on you the minute you moved

Aragorn had too but for entirely different reasons

at least that’s what he told himself

so the minute one of those drunk lads laid a hand on you he was on his feet

knight in shining armor ranger clothes

before he got to you, you had floored and knocked out your assailant, threatening the others they would suffer the same fate if they tried something similar

Aragorn stood frozen in place, completely mesmerized by you

and maybe a tad bit aroused too

the life of a ranger is very lonely after all

you winked at him and left the bar shortly after

Aragorn couldn’t get you out of his head 

but what were the odds he would ever run into you again

he even returned to that godawful place a few times

a guy can hope right

you can imagine his surprise when he saw you in Rivendell

attending the secret council

he was jaw on the floor surprised

he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you

on the outside he was the cool ranger of the north, bringer of Hobbits, inventor of the Sexy But Still Rough Around The Edges Stare™

while on the inside he was  f r e a k i n g  o u t 

because there you were, finally within reach 

but then Frodo had to sacrifice himself 

and Aragorn could not not go with him 

he absolutely lost it when you volunteered as well

there was no way you were going to put your life on the line like that

you scoffed at his remark

wait did he said that out loud?

“I can handle myself just fine.”

Oh he knew that

Flashes of the bar fight filled his mind

it filled something else too 😏

so Aragorn had set himself a second goal  

besides getting Frodo and the ring to Mordor he now vowed to keep you safe as well

and to make you his by the time you would arrive at Mordor

but we all know how smooth that will go do we 

the first few days and weeks it went reasonably well 

you have to read that as ‘he didn’t embarass himself in front of you’

because there was no progress at all on any other front

you seemed to prefer the company of the Hobbits over him or any other member of the fellowship

he tried to make conversation with you every time you walked near him 

A+ for effort

when the Crebain flew over his instinct was to make sure Frodo (and Sam because those two were attached at the hip) was out of sight

after that he searched for you, but Legolas had already pulled you under the bushes with him

surely the feeling in his stomach was the fault of the Lembas bread

because Aragorn doesn’t get jealous

but then the same thing happened in Moria

you weren’t a fan of the dark and claustrophobic mines so he let you walk up front with Gandalf and Frodo near the light of Gandalf’s staff 

with him right behind you of course 

when the Orcs and Troll attacked, he tried to stay near you 

keep an extra eye out for you, driving the Orcs away who were trying to get to you

it was you together with Legolas who defeated the troll, high fiving each other over a job well done

okay fine maybe Aragorn did get jealous this time

like he had done his best to protect you but did you notice?

then when Gandalf fell you surprisingly turned to him for comfort

leaving Legolas, Gimli and Boromir to comfort the Hobbits

take that Leaf Boi

even though it felt really good to hold you, he knew you couldn’t stay there

so he ordered everyone to get going, taking the lead

and then Lothlorien happened

a forest that was both magical and romantic

perfect setting for a love confession right

when he finally got you alone he chickened out at the last moment

because OF cOUrsE

luckily for him you did not

you almost knocked him over in your attempt to kiss him  

he eagerly reciprocated the kiss though

no complaints there

but he also explained that even though he wanted this, the quest and Frodo had to come first

which you respected and understood, but you were also willing to test his resolve 👀

you didn’t tell the others 

but they didn’t need an explanation, it’s not like you two were subtle

he held your hand whenever he could 

Gimli couldn’t help but commenting on it, Aragorn explaining it was to prevent you from falling or tripping

“Lad, you’re sitting down in a boat...”

cue roaring laughter and flushed cheeks on Aragorn

although the fellowship supported your relationship they couldn’t help but tease Aragorn relentlessly

lots of sneaky forehead kisses

during the rest of the quest Aragorn did his best to keep you out of harm’s way 

to your own frustration of course, you weren’t helpless or as fragile as he made you seem

you fought alongside Boromir when Uglúk shot him 

they took Merry and Pippin and dragged you away from Boromir’s body

the one time Aragorn wasn’t at your side and you got kidnapped

you weren’t going to hear the end of this 

needless to say Aragorn was indeed beside himself with worry 

he couldn’t get a break 

first Frodo gone, then Boromir shot and now it seemed he failed his promise to himself

enter brooding Aragorn

but he knew you were brave and could take care of yourself - you had repeated that countless times - so he was sure he was going to find you 

AND HE DID

after three days of running with a dartling Elf and a wheezing Dwarf they bumped into Éomer and his horse gang

before he could ask Éomer if he saw you or the Hobbits, one of his riders jumped off their horse and made a beeline for him 

Legolas notched an arrow and Gimli raised his axe but you simply shoved them aside and threw your arms around Aragorn

relieved kisses 

the hug lasted several minutes until Legolas cleared his throat

oh right... audience

you shared a horse with Aragorn on the way to Edoras

while with King Théoden Aragorn kept an arm around your waist or a hand on the small of your back the entire time

as if he had to make sure you were still there

Éowyn who?

The Battle of Helm’s Deep was torture for Aragorn

he wanted to stay with you but you both knew you would be too distracted by each other 

it took him a while to find you after the battle was won 

few years of his life were lost in panic

but of course you were alright, already helping with the wounded

now it was his turn to sweep you off your feet

quite literally too 

as the quest progressed, it became clear to Aragorn that he had to take up his rightful place as the King of Gondor when the time came 

so during the victory feast after Helm’s Deep he took you outside for a walk

cue comments and whistling from Gimli 

but Aragorn only wanted to talk to you 

to make sure you knew what you were getting yourself into if you stayed with him 

were you ready to be the spouse of a King?

of course he made it seem as if he was going to ditch you 

because that man is angst embodied 

everything to keep you safe right?

luckily as soon as it was clear that no, he wasn’t going to ditch you and yes, this was kind of a hastily thrown together proposal in a way, you kissed him saying that as long as you were at his side you were ready for anything

as long as you were together

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[lesbiansforboromir]

"Yet even so it was Gondor that brought about its own decay, falling by degrees into dotage, and thinking that the Enemy was asleep, who was only banished not destroyed. 

 'Death was ever present, because the Numenoreans still, as they had in their old kingdom, and so lost it, hungered after endless life unchanging. Kings made tombs more splendid than houses of the living, and counted old names in the rolls of their descent dearer than the names of sons. 

  Childless lords sat in aged halls musing on heraldry; in secret chambers withered men compounded strong elixirs, or in high cold towers asked questions of the stars. And the last king of the line of Anarion had no heir." 

Faramir's explanation for Gondor's ‘decline’ is... incoherent.. what the hell are you on about m’love?

The way this reads is so completely misleading when looking at the actual history and reasons for Gondor's receding borders and the loss of the watch on Mordor. Faramir puts the onus on Gondorian Kings wanting to live longer and not having kids... babe? Did you forget... the plague? Gondor WAS watching for activity in Mordor. For 1640 years! And then there was a plague so devastating that it turned the country’s most populous city into a near ghost town. It took 200 years for Gondor to recover, and even then it never truly reached the population levels it had maintained before. Osgiliath was never the same! And by then Mordor had taken the fortresses at the Morannon! 

There is absolutely no mention of Kings or Stewards who were desperately seeking to extend their life in Gondor’s history. Where are these tombs more splendid than the houses of the living? All the Kings not buried in Osgiliath are buried in the Silent Street... There is no mention of achingly elaborate tombs anywhere! 

There WERE however some Kings who did not marry or have children! ... Two, there were just two of them... out of thirty three. Narmacil I was Atanatar's son and reigned in the HEIGHT of Gondor's wealth. He essentially allowed his nephew Minalcar to run the country whilst he had a great time writing poetry and kissing men. And Minalcar did a really good job! He fought wars, he made alliances, he built the Argonath and when it actually came around to his time to be King, he had a nice and peaceful reign! And when his son Valacar wanted to marry a Northern Princess? Even though the worry in Gondor was that that would ‘weaken’ the King’s line and reduce their lifespan? He supported him! Gave his blessing! 

The other King who never married or had any children was Earnur! You all remember Earnur? Oh sure, he desperately wanted to extend HIS life past its natural limits! Fighting in two wars and then riding off into an obvious trap just because he'd been challenged really gives me a whole 'old man in his dotage fears death' vibe. And that was the ‘last king of the line of Anarion who had no heir’. You know WHY he was the last king? Because the King before his father Earnil II (King Ondoher) and his two sons had died! In a massive fuckall war with the Balchoth that nearly saw Gondor destroyed! PRINCE Faramir was TOLD to stay behind! But he was so anxious for his family and so wished to not simply sit and wait for death that he HID amongst the ranks of the Eotheod and went to war anyway!! AND DIED!! Asking questions of the stars??? Making strange elixirs?? Mused uselessly on heraldry??? WHEN? FARAMIR?? Was Ondoher daydreaming about stars and heraldry as he was cut down by a chariot??? Was Artamir brewing potions mid-battle?? WHAT are you talking about!!!

Where are these men fearing death who brought Gondor into it's decline that Faramir is talking about? Is he lying? No, I actually believe Faramir when he says he would not even snare an orc in a falsehood. The things Faramir says are things he believes. But then how, when he is so well known for his loremastership, can he be so misleading and plain wrong about something so basic to Gondorian history? Well I have a suggestion but it means Faramir’s at least a little homophobic so bear with me and I promise this is relevant.

So, obviously, the ups and downs of Gondor society in terms of queer liberation would be complex and rely upon a diverse number of factors. However, I’d say that, if you looked at an overall trend, it goes up in times of peace and takes a hit during times of strife. The basic reasoning for this is that one of the fundamentals of Gondorian society is the concept of doom and fate. This can give both correct and erroneous impressions of cause and effect throughout history. Gondorians tend to believe everything happens for a reason. And due to the (sometimes quiet but always present) elf-and-faithful-numenorean-ruled thinkers, who push ideas of proper marriage, celebacy, romance-superiority and other cis-het-normative agendas, the ‘reason’ that bad things happen is often blamed on the queer liberation of the times. The populace is open to being given reasons for bad things happening and Academia in Gondor is very much elf-revering, so it is often respected scholars who are pushing that narrative. 

HOWEVER, the queerness is rarely what is actually remembered or recorded in history, the wording of records are often bound up in the faithful numenorean rhetoric of ‘heretical kings’ and ‘they fell into the trap of king’s men ideology’ and so on and so forth. Scholars might understand what this means at the time, but it gets muddled further down the road and even academics in the future have trouble finding the intended emphasis. So! By the time we reach 3018 TA, the academic community as a whole has reached a general consensus that ‘the old sins of our past’ are to blame and that, whilst queerness was a part of it, it was more a symptom than a direct cause. 

So! The thought process I’m proposing for Faramir should be easy to guess at now, but I’m going to go more specific for the sake of... me uwu. 

GONDOR has not known peace for the last 500 years, not since Steward Denethor the first’s reign wherein the so called ‘watchful peace’ ended and Sauron returned to Mordor. NOW, before Denethor, his uncle Dior was the Steward and, as you’ve probably guessed, he had no children and nor did he marry. I would suggest that Dior lived through one of the most tolerant and open portions of Gondor’s history. I think he not only was open about his choice not to marry, but he also had a socially accepted partner and lived with him all his life with only a small, vocal minority voicing their objections. 

But then Sauron returned! And it was brutal, bloody and horrific. And that vocal minority saw an opportunity to use Dior’s life as a method to push Gondor once again into it’s regular crisis of conscience, faith and purpose. ‘We betrayed our founder’s’ and ‘We should have been ruled by Dior’s son but because of his weakness against his ill-fate we are doomed, he abandoned his duty! A pitiful fate but pitiful for us as well!’ And so on and so forth, there are reems of academic works written about it.

Now, this doesn’t have an immediate crushing effect on queer rights that one might fear. Denethor I loved his uncle dearly and would not hear a bad word about him, as did Boromir I! And Cirion? Cirion was almost more alternative than Dior. He sold off portions of land when the Stewards had been told to keep them IN TRUST for the king’s return. He made enduring and reciprocal alliances with the Eotheod ‘middle men’, he was very much anti-traditionalist! However, it was after his reign that Gondor truly felt the backlash of all this, spurred on by Cirion’s very alternative views, actions and methods. Because whilst he may have been an effective and charismatic Steward, Cirion had not found so much time to be a good father. And Hallas had been fifteen when his father had left him behind and ridden to war. He had a frightening and lonely childhood and was very open to the idea that his father was wrong, had gone too far, that things should be ‘brought back to normal’. Stability being key and all. The vocal minority had his ear. 

And since then, whilst opinion has still fluctuated, the constant unrest and simmering crisis of Gondor’s day to day has made progress against such concepts difficult and slow going. And it’s informed the opinion of history too, a lot more academic writing has compared Dior to Narmacil I (the first unwed and unmarried King) and has tried to find parallels between them and Earnur. Any explicit discussion of queerness has been relegated to Sindarin scripts (the language only really understood by academics and the upper classes), but the underlying tone is there HENCE! 

“falling by degrees into dotage, and thinking that the Enemy was asleep“ = Dior ‘abandoned his duty’ and Narmacil I ‘was indolent’.

“the Numenoreans still [-] hungered after endless life unchanging.” = A melding of heretical beliefs that occurred over centuries into one monolith that applied longing for endless life automatically.

“Childless lords sat in aged halls musing on heraldry; [-] compounded strong elixirs, [-] asked questions of the stars.” = This is all both reaching back to heretical practices in Numenor, whilst also harkening back to the periods of time in which Dior and Narmacil lived, peaceful times where more introspective and experimental pursuits could be indulged. 

SO! This is where Faramir’s erroneous and misleading opinions come from. And why he is at least a little homophobic. There, I told you all I’d get there. 

#soap operas in mannish sindarin #gondor #tolkien #lotr #erran vs tolkien #do I fucking dare put this in faramir's tag... no #no one in there will want to hear this #lotr meta #tolkien meta

[elvish-sky]

The Arms of the One You Loved {Legolas x Reader}

A.N: Thank you for the request Anon! I'm sorry it's so long, I got a little carried away. Also, I can't drink so I have no idea what being drunk is like so I hope I did ok writing it! Enjoy!

Anon request from Tumblr: Heyy, could you do a Legolas x reader where reader gets really drunk (probably playing drinking game with dwarves) and Legolas has to take care of her since she has no clue what she's doing or saying, and make it fluffy pleaseee 🥺 And thank you!

Word Count: 3,149, oops! I’m sorry its so long!

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Summary: The Fellowship stops at an inn one night and you get very drunk, leading you to say and do some things you normally wouldn't.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, kissing, alcohol/drunkenness.

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The Arms of the One You Loved {Legolas x Reader}

"Ok," Gimli whispered. "So Gandalf and Boromir each have ten silver coins on Legolas to confess first, Aragorn has fifteen on Y/N, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, and I have each placed six on Legolas, and Sam has eight on Y/N ." Everyone placed their coins in an empty pouch of Gandalf's, which he cinched tight and put in one of his many pockets. They were all sitting around a table in an inn where you had stopped for the night, in a town a little larger than Bree. It was a respectable inn, built of old wood planks that glowed in the light coming from the fireplace, and was hazy with the smoke of pipes.

You and Legolas were getting food and ale and had absolutely no idea this conversation was even happening. The rest of the Fellowship had noticed the tension and chemistry between the two of you and had been for a while, so they had decided to do something about it. Clearly, they were all rooting for you to get together, but they were going to have very different approaches to getting you to do so.

You returned to the table and set down one of the platters laden with food, Legolas following with the other. He was quickly accosted by all the hobbits except Sam, and Gimli, while you made your way over to sit next to Aragorn and Gandalf. You slid in between them and were confused by the smirks on their faces. You followed their gazes to the end of the table, where Merry, Pippin, and Gimli were chatting with Legolas. You couldn't make out what they were saying, although you thought you saw Merry mouth your name, and there were smirks on the face of all three. You then noticed Boromir and Sam whispering together, and it sounded like an argument where you caught snatches of your name, as well as Legolas'.

Growing increasingly confused, you turned to Aragorn. "Why is everyone talking about me?" "I have no idea, Y/N" he stated, and then changed the subject to one you dreaded. "I've been noticing you and Legolas lately." "What is there to notice?" you replied acidly. "Oh, nothing," Aragorn airily replied. "Just the way the two of you are always together. Walking together, getting the food together... One might think something was going on between the two of you!" You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you blushed and vehemently denied this. "Nothing is going on between me and Legolas! Besides, even if I did feel something, who's to say he'd feel the same? I mean, look at him. Prince of Mirkwood, elf, everything I am not." Aragorn had a knowing glint in his eye when he countered, "I think you'd be surprised, Y/N. Elves don't always prefer other elves." As he spoke, you saw his hand reach down to rest over the necklace he carried that you knew belonged to his beloved Arwen. Seeing your eyes follow his hand and then wistfully glance back to Legolas, he said, "Just tell him how you feel, Y/N. What harm could it do, to be honest with him?" "He could not love me, Aragorn. That's the harm it could do. I would rather be hopeful and not know than know that my feelings were not returned."

You were drawn out of this conversation by Gimli, who had gathered everyone's attention. "Let's have a drinking contest!" he proclaimed. You brightened, thinking maybe the alcohol would take your mind off of a certain elf. Gandalf proceeded to stand and walk away, as he went declaring "I'm too old for this nonsense! Give me a pipe over ale any day." Frodo rose, and with a quiet "good night" went upstairs as well, followed by Sam. "Anyone else too scared to challenge the champion?" Pippin asked. When you didn't move, Gimli blathered, "Y/N, a drinking contest is no place for a lass. Perhaps you should go rest and leave the drinking to us." You bristled and immediately got up to grab a pint of ale. Returning to the table, you declared "game on, dwarf," chugging the whole mug and slamming it onto the table. The looks of surprise from the males quickly turned to those of determination, and they scrambled to get their own mugs and catch up.

An hour and five pints later, you were all in varying states of drunkenness. Merry had been the first to stop, puking after two. Pippin had fallen asleep after three, and they had been carried upstairs by Boromir, who had bowed out after four pints. Gimli looked like he would tip over at any moment, and Aragorn looked a little sleepy, but Legolas looked serene as ever. Clearly, alcohol didn't affect elves in the same way it did others. You, meanwhile, could barely think straight, let alone see straight. You weren't even sure who was still at the table. You could discern a smaller shape that was either Gimli or Pippin slumped on the table and two larger ones. You sat up a little as a crash rang from the room, signifying Gimli falling from his stool fast asleep. "I'll bring him up." Aragorn rose, a little shakily, and poured water over Gimli's head, causing him to splutter and stagger to his feet. They made their unsteady way up the stairs, supporting each other. As they went, Legolas looked back to your seat and let out a soft curse. You were gone.

While Aragorn and Gimli were leaving, you had appeared on top of a table and had begun singing a drinking song that Merry had taught you while walking one day. "There is an inn, a merry old inn, beneath an old grey hill," you began, and as you sang you started to dance a jig, which involved a lot of flailing. You were quickly cut off by Legolas, who had sprung onto the table next to you. "My deepest apologies that this performance will be unable to continue, but my friend here needs to get some rest," he declared while barely able to keep a straight face. To the boos of the crowd, who probably had not witnessed a woman make such a spectacle of herself in a long time, he picked you up and carried you bridal-style upstairs.

Once upstairs, he plopped you down onto your bed. He turned to grab you a blanket, intending to tuck you in and then leave, but was stopped by you. "Legolas." "Yes, Y/N?" "You look pretty." you slurred, standing up and staggering towards him. "I like your hair, and your face, and your tunic, and..." you trailed off as your eyes met his. "Y/N," he murmured, "you are very drunk and you don't know what you're saying. You should sleep now." "Don't wanna sleep," you mumbled as you began to undo your tunic laces, "not tired." Legolas realized you were beginning to undress, "Whoa! Y/N, keep your shirt on!" "But I need to get ready for bed." you protested as you continued to undress. Finally, you stood with only your underthings on, and an elf who was doing his best to cover his eyes. "Y/N, I'm going to leave now," he stated, and he did. But he had barely made it two steps down the hall outside your door when he heard a crash, followed by muffled yelling and then a soft thump. He opened your door with a loud bang and stopped short at the sight before him.

"What happened?" he spluttered as he saw you, on the ground with your nightclothes tangled around you and all your weapons scattered around the room. "I was tryin' to get my bedclothes on, but I couldn't figure out where my feet or head went, so I just wrapped them around myself to stay warm. Then I was stuck so I tried to reach my daggers to cut myself out, but I just tipped everything over." Chuckling at your stupidity, he picked you up and placed you on the bed, untangling you from the mess you had made. He laid out your clothes on top of you, and with gestures showed you where each body part went. He turned to leave again but was stopped by your voice. "Legolas," you mumbled, "Would you help me put this on?" "Oh, Y/N," he protested, "I don't that's very proper..." but he trailed off as the pleading look on your face became too much for him, and with a sigh, he began to help you get dressed. As he fastened the laces around your chest, you noticed a faint spot of red blooming on his pale cheeks. "Are you blushing?!" you exclaimed drunkenly. "No... no way, why would you think that?" stuttered the elf as he backed away from you. "You're blushing! HA!" And with a smirk, you whispered in his ear, "I want to make you blush like that whenever you see me." You turned, flopped onto the bed, and grabbed Legolas' hand, dragged him next to you. Your mood changed yet again, and you felt slightly remorseful for how crazy you were being and decided to just clear it all up for Legolas. "I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that I love you." He looked extremely startled, and that turned to shock as you pulled his face down to meet yours and kissed him. He pulled back, "Y/N, I don't want to do this now. You're drunk. It wouldn't be right." Disappointed, you rolled over and whispered, "Ok. Just, please stay?" He sighed but laid next to you on the bed. You fell asleep quickly, but he stayed awake, his head spinning.

You awoke the next morning with a splitting headache and no memories of the previous night. You remembered starting a drinking contest, and something to do with Legolas, but other than that your mind was blank. You rose and got dressed, noticing your clothes scattered on the floor of the small room. You gathered your things and went downstairs, where your headache was intensified by the assaulting noise of travelers having breakfast. You clapped your hands over your ears, wincing, and wound your way through the room to the table where your friends were sitting. Gandalf, Frodo, and Sam looked raring to go, as they hadn't partaken in much ale the night before. The rest were all in varying states of disarray, with Merry, Pippin, and Gimli looking the worst, and Boromir and Aragorn looking like they had headaches, but could manage. Legolas, meanwhile, seemed as ethereal as ever, except for the fact that he wouldn't even look at you. What did I do last night? you wondered as you scarfed down breakfast with your cloak wrapped around your head to block out the noise.

Tramping out of the inn after eating, you slung your pack over your shoulders and fell into line behind Aragorn. Even he seemed a little worse for wear after the amount of alcohol he had consumed. "What happened after I left last night?" he queried. "Honestly, I don't even remember you leaving," you answered truthfully. "All I know is that something involved Legolas, I wish I knew what." Aragorn looked rather excited for a second, and then his face changed to one of contemplation. You walked in peaceful silence for a while, and he eventually moved up the line to speak with Legolas, and you worried about what he might be doing. Sam fell back to keep you company. "Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling after last night?" he said with a concerned look on his face. You smiled down at the hobbit, touched by his inquiry, and responded, "I'm okay, thank you, Sam. I have a headache, but that was to be expected. I just wish I could remember what happened! I seem to remember something about Legolas, but that's it." As you spoke, you missed Sam's head perk up to listen more intently once you spoke Legolas' name. "Well, I think you should ask Legolas what happened," he suggested with a bit of a sly look on his face. "And then, maybe, you could tell the rest of us!" You pushed his shoulder playfully, "I don't know Sam. I guess I'll tell you if it's not too embarrassing." With that, you fell back into companionable silence with the hobbit.

Meanwhile, a ways ahead of you Aragorn was talking to Legolas, inquiring about last night's events. "So, what happened after Gimli and I went upstairs last night?" Aragorn was startled to see a small patch of pink appear on Legolas' cheeks after he had spoken. "Something happened! What? Did you tell her?" he kept prodding with an air of such excitement that Legolas finally caved and told him. "Well, she was very intoxicated so I brought her to her room. She insisted on me helping her get her nightclothes on, which was rather embarrassing." "I know more than that happened," observed Aragorn. "I'd like to know, maybe I can give you some advice." With a sigh, Legolas admitted, "Y/N might have kissed me." The "WHAT?!" that came out of Aragorn's mouth was probably heard in Mordor, and it was loud enough to make your headache come back with a vengeance. Legolas continued, "And she also told me she loved me." Aragorn was now beaming wider than Fangorn forest. "Did you say anything? What prompted this?" "I did not say anything, other than to tell her to stop kissing me because she was drunk and I did not want to take advantage." "So you left?!" "No, she asked me to stay, so I left early this morning." "This is wonderful, Legolas!" Aragorn exclaimed. "Now you can be with her," he encouraged. And then the realization hit him. "Oh, no. She doesn't remember anything from last night." "So that means we can just all go back to normal." Legolas wheedled. "No one has to tell her anything. Besides, she was drunk and had no idea what she was saying. She doesn't love me." "She loves you, Legolas. Just as you love her." Aragorn hoped that his friend would recognize the truth so that the two of you finally stopped feeling heartsick over the other.

As the sun was starting to sink behind the mountains behind, washing the sky a glorious combination of pink and orange, Boromir found a spot to camp and everyone shrugged off their packs and began setting up. As usual, you and Legolas were put on firewood duty together, something that usually didn't register in your brain but tonight you looked at Aragorn in suspicion as he waved you into the woods, the elf following.

You gathered logs and picked your way through the forest towards the campsite. As you approached, you heard voices, and you hid behind a tree as you heard Aragorn tell everyone to be quiet. "I have news," he announced in a whisper. "It pertains to a certain bet we all made." At that everyone's head snapped towards him and they listened raptly. Just then, Legolas came up beside you and you yanked him behind the tree next to yours, gesturing at him to stay quiet. His eyes widened as Aragorn's voice drifted over to you. "Legolas told me that last night, Y/N told him she loved him." This was met with groans from everyone who had bet for Legolas. Aragorn continued, saying something about how everyone owed him and Sam, but you missed it. At his first words, your head had jerked over to Legolas'. "Did I really say that?" you stammered. "Yes. And some other things that are best not repeated." You put your face in your hands. "I'm so terribly sorry, Legolas. I never meant to tell you, and I'm sorry for anything else I might have done. We can go back to normal, or I can just never talk to you, anything you want." You broke down in tears as you said this.

"Hey, Y/N." Legolas stepped over to you and took your chin in his hand, brushing the tears off your face with his thumb. "It's okay. Last night was a little crazy, but I've had time to think about it, and I think I know what to do." With that, he brushed your hair behind your ear, leaned in, and softly pressed his lips against yours. He pulled away, looking nervous. "Wait," you muttered, mind whirling over what this meant, "are you messing around?" "No, Y/N. I love you too" At this you reached up and pulled his head down, meeting his lips with yours. You tangled your hands through his hair as his came down from your face to rest on your waist. You backed up, intending to press your back against a tree, but tripped over a root and fell with a crash, Legolas on top of you. Your friends must have heard because they all came rushing around the tree, weapons drawn, to find a blushing elf and human lying on the forest floor in a rather compromising position. Legolas scrambled up, "It's not what it looks like, I promise!" "It's exactly what it looks like," you countered from the ground, laughing. "Now, someone help me up!" The elf bent down and scooped you into his arms, carrying you back to the campsite followed by a smirking Fellowship. "I guess you can't assign them to firewood anymore, eh, lad!" Gimli exclaimed to Aragorn. "Who knows what they might get up to!" Upon hearing this, you threw a well-aimed pinecone at him.

"What I really want to know now was who won the bet you had on us!" You exclaimed. "Wait, they were betting on us?" Legolas looked offended. "Weren't you paying attention," you questioned. "That's what they were talking about when Aragorn mentioned what happened last night!" "I was a little preoccupied with making sure the love of my life knew I loved her," he responded, making you blush. "Aragorn won thirty-five silver coins and I won thirty-two!" Sam announced. "And what did you win that for?" Legolas asked. "We were the only two that bet on Y/N confessing to her feelings first," Aragorn said. "I'm rather offended none of you thought I would have the courage, but it looks like those were some badly placed bets!" you directed these words at everyone who had bet against you. "Technically," Merry exclaimed, "you didn't!" "Yeah," Pippin continued, "it was a drunken confession! You can't control what you say when drunk!" At the accusation they hadn't won fairly, both Aragorn and Sam started arguing back, and the campsite quickly dissolved into chaos. You, pleased to have caused a little bit of trouble in return for all they had caused you, didn't care. You leaned back against Legolas with a sigh as he stroked your head, content to be in the arms of the one you loved.

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[ghiva-shel]

Hello! Can I have a matchup for Lotr and/or Harry Potter (Marauders era preferably)? Thanks!

I’m an INFP slytherin. My enneagram is counter phobic 6w5 and my moral alignment is chaotic good. I’m about 5’1”. I have dark brown (almost black) layered hair with curtain bangs. I have dark brown almond shaped eyes and tan skin. My pronouns are she/them and I’m bi (although I prefer guys). I'm a bit quiet and introverted but once I trust you enough to open up I tend to be sarcastic and tease. I don’t trust easily, but once I do I’m very loyal. I’m also a very passionate person who feels emotions very deeply. I like doing adventurous stuff and exploring (intellectually and physically). I love to try and understand things from different perspectives, however I don’t always agree with them. I LOVE music (anything from rock to classical). I like to read, write, and watch movies (fantasy, action, sci-fi, or mystery). I do martial arts and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE daggers (I also train with nunchucks, staffs, double stick, and butterfly knife, but daggers are my favorite). I love fashion and my style/aesthetic ranges from dark academia to vintage. I like silver rings a lot. I play piano, ukulele, sing, draw, and anything creative. I was very active and competitive as kid (I still am) and overtime I honed into the skills or activities I felt passionate about. I feel very connected to air and water. My fighting style and how I move is much like those elements: very smooth but can be quick and sharp. I’d like to think I’m strong— both mentally and physically— but it’s more of a quiet strength. I’m confident in who I am and what I can do even if it doesn’t fit the way things normally are. I find my own way to express, defend, and present myself.

Thank you :)

YOUR SOULMATE FROM THE LORD OF THE RINGS IS…. FARAMIR!

Background information:

Faramir grew up very envious of you and his brother, not as individuals but you being close together.

He always admired your agility and became easily entranced with your trainings. The young man would always observe from a distance, and run away whenever you shouted remarks. He didn’t have the nerve to face with his feelings.

You were always comfortable around him, he gave you peace and brought relaxation with his heavy stare, and firm mood. Unlike Boromir he was always stable, and his continued nature gave you hope.

Faramir never openly showcased his feelings, and often hid them behind his eyes, who couldn’t lie to you. In the end everyone knew of his feelings, except you. His older brother would always tease him, about the heart eyes he makes when he sees you. His mask only dropped when he saw you.

You enjoyed his closeness, and presence, however you were never sure about his thoughts. Therefore you pushed and pulled him away, to get a reaction from him. His reactions restrained to half eyebrow rises, or sharp inhales, that were as common as hobbits in Gondor.

Faramir carries all of his feelings for you inside of him, and would only awkwardly, and randomly brush your hand with his palm.

When you became of age, finally becoming a maiden, Faramir surprised you with a gift. It was a beautifully engraved with floral patterns, dagger, with a dark-green emerald at its handle. — Don’t take this as a favour. I noticed how you looked at my dagger, Boromir said you could like the gift — of course it was a lie, his brother had nothing to do with it.

He gently brushed your hand, when placing the handle into your hand, after taking off the sheath. Or was it you who extended her fingers just to feel his warm skin?

After this moment, he would always provoke you in order to make you smile, he would trade his soul to Sauron to see you smile again.

He was often intrigued in how you easily changed between being impulsive and sharp, to becoming passive and approachable. It always made him cross his eyebrows in thought.

The first affection you presented to him, and the first one he returned was when he first left on his fathers command. It was the first longest time you were apart.

The atmosphere felt heavy when he arrived on his horse, and jumped off mid way when he saw you waiting. For a second you couldn’t find words, and exchanged smiles.

“Dearest Emmilia, you can’t begin to wonder how much I missed that smile of yours.”, with these words he picked your hands and kissed them gently, lifting his eyes and meeting yours.

Even though you could always defend yourself, you always felt enclosed when Faramir would stand up for you. You were taken care of, and knew he cares for you very much.

YOUR SOULMATE FROM HARRY POTTER (MARAUDERS ERA) IS…. REMUS!

Young Lupin from your first year at Hogwarts was always enchanted by you. You were always the competitive child, and he was the one in the shadows.

In your seventh year you were paired in Herbology, you always saw him initiate small touches between you. He always asked to borrow a quill, accidentally touching your hand.

He began making fun of your height, always relaxing his head on your head. You didn’t like it, and found it insulting, however he was trying to get your attention.

After the remaining years, he still rested his head on your head, and it became an inside joke with you. He also began kissing the top of your head.

At the beginning of your study together, you were introduced to the marauders, they were reluctant to you, with equal prejudice. However Remus was the thing that kept you all together.

When you were both 16, he got into a fight with James, after he called you a filthy snake, after you “sabotaged” his potions class.

Remus didn’t have the guts to as you out, although everybody saw that he cherished you very much.

You were the first one to find out about his lycanthropy, he confessed after you kept impassively asking about his scars. You were always the one who put him together, after a rough full moon.

The night before your OWLS you studied together, with the radio playing. Remus turned the radio up, and swayed to the rhythm of the song, after a few seconds he crossed your desks and persuaded you to rise.

He embraced you, placing his hands on your waist, you slow-danced together to Blue Moon by Dean Martin, and after a few remarks from Lupin you laughed only to lift your head and see stars in his eyes.

He proceeded to lay a kiss on your lips, he wanted to be careful, however you were the first one to kiss him. You showed him that you want this, and you’re willing to give up all to be with him.

When you finished your years at hogwarts, Remus disappeared after you tried to find him in the Hogwarts Express. You were thinking about his disappearance for the entire journey, ignoring everyone.

When you finally arrived at platform 9 3/4, you carried your cases, nearly falling over. You were one of the last ones to go out, you still had hope Remus would find you.

After trying to move with both of your cases, your jacket caught on the seat. You frowned in fury and annoyance. You almost snatched the piece of fabric.

“Need a hand?”, you lifted your gaze and met Remus, who already took one of your bags. You were both relieved and annoyed.

He appeared with a smirk, as if he knew you were annoyed at his disappearance.

He took you to his parents house, and introduced you. You were wholeheartedly welcomed by Hope and Lyall Lupin.

Mrs. Lupin couldn’t help herself and invited you to stay over, when she prepared a bedroom for you, she inquisitively questioned about her son and you.

When you were ready for bed, Remus sneaked in, and lied next to you on your covers,”Sorry for leaving you alone darling. I had..I had other things to make sure”, he caressed your cheek, and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, between the flickering of the candle.

From that moment you knew, Remus loved you from the beginning, and even though he never asked, you knew you were his girlfriend.

“You’re my sun. You’re my moon and stars, Emmilia. You know that right?”, he whispered in your ear as you fell asleep in his arms.

A/N: this is my first ever s/o match-up, and I’m sincerely hoping you’ll like it dearest Emmilia! This has been very fun and relaxing to make. I hope you’re satisfied with how I matched you. If you’re not, please let me know, I’m more than happy to give you headcanons with any character you wish <33

Thank you for requesting @silverblades <33

#s/o headcanons #male s/o #lord of the rings #faramir #marauders #harry potter #remus x you #remus lupin #@ #faramir x you

[lotrfics]

IMAGINE: Aragorn is in love with you, but he thinks you’re in love with Legolas

Pairing: Aragorn x Female Reader

Requested: Yes (Hi! Could you please write a human!reader x Aragorn one shot where he is in love with the reader but thinks she is in love with Legolas because they are close friends? Thank you! :))  - @ibelieveindragons141

Summary: Aragorn is normally not one to assume, but his jealousy makes him do so anyway. Gimli also sucks at keeping secrets

Aragorn lightly chuckled to himself as he watched Boromir train Merry and Pippin. Then he heard a familiar laughter in the distance, and he turned to see you and Legolas happily talking about something. He couldn’t help but frown a little, even though he believed that’s what he gets for keeping to himself instead of starting a conversation with you.

The man always kept to himself, which slowed down the process of forming friendships if someone wasn’t the type to make the first move. It even took him decades to finally consider Arwen his best friend. Jealousy was wrong in his eyes, but the only thing he could do was hide it rather than prevent it.

Legolas turned and saw Aragorn staring at you both. The elf noticed the man instantly look away, making him become a little suspicious. Legolas tapped you on the shoulder, catching your attention. “Does Aragorn seem to be acting a little... strange at the moment?”

You turned to Aragorn who was watching Merry and Pippin tackling Boromir. “What’s strange with watching the halflings play with Boromir?” He didn’t respond, turning back to Aragorn, furrowing his brows that the ranger did not notice. Before you could ask Legolas about it, Aragorn suddenly fell to the floor, and you and Legolas couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

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On his way back to Edoras, you were all he thought of. He wasn’t sure how he survived after falling off the cliff, but it happened. He was just glad to be able to see you again along with the other people.

After the encounter with Legolas and getting back the necklace, Legolas walked away, but before Aragorn could walk away as well, you ran to him and tackled him in a hug. He winced because of the injuries he got, and you immediately pulled away when you realized he was still hurt.

Nonetheless, the man still smiled at seeing you so happy. The moment was, unfortunately for him, cut short when Legolas began to call for you. You gave Aragorn a quick apologetic look before walking off to Legolas, for whatever he needs or wants from you.

He couldn’t stop himself from frowning and secretly get a little upset at Legolas for interrupting a moment and take you away from you.

-

Gimli noticed Aragorn’s grumpy expression while watching you and Legolas begin another conversation. He only realized just now that he looks like that because he thinks you love Legolas, which brings him to his other point, that Aragorn loves you and is jealous.

“You okay, laddie?” Gimli asked. Aragorn glanced at him before nodding. “No you’re not. I know ya. Ya love the lassie, but ya think she has eyes for the elf only.” The dwarf chuckled, and Aragorn widened his eyes in shock.

“Absolutely not, Gimli,” said Aragorn, “I am just tired.” 

But Gimli was not convinced. “Come on, now. I’ll try my best to not tell anyone. In fact, if ya weren’t staring at her, I would’ve never found out. Though, for a ranger, I am surprised ya did not sense my presence and snap out of your thoughts.”

Aragorn never said anything after that. He can no longer deny it, but he did not want to admit it. Not right now. He didn’t need to, Gimli already found out on his own.

-

Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas were out walking together, while you were somewhere doing your own thing. “Is there, any bad blood between you two?” Gimli suddenly asked, making the elf and the man stop dead in their tracks. 

Legolas was confused, unsure as to how the dwarf can randomly assume he and Aragorn were not in good terms. Aragorn, on the other hand, has a very strong feeling this won’t end well for him. “I don’t see why there would be, what makes you assume that?” Legolas asked.

“Oh, well, you see, you and (Y/N) are too close for his liking,” Gimli gestured to Aragorn, who found himself unable to speak, “and he’s in love with her, so he’s jealous, because he thinks the she’s in love with ya but it is good to hear you two don’t let that get in the way.” 

Legolas gave Aragorn an apologetic look when the latter’s face fell in shame. “You have not realized you blurted that personal information out so casually, Gimli.”

Finally, Gimli realized he messed up. He gasped, covering his mouth with his hand, muttering out apologies that Aragorn was so tempted to decline, but with his forgiving nature, couldn’t.

-

It was a good thing Legolas was good at keeping secrets. He kept his best friend in check to make sure he doesn’t talk about Aragorn’s love for you right in front you. Even Legolas didn’t know how you felt about him. Well, he knew you two got along and were friends, but he didn’t know if you were in love with him like he was with you.

Aragorn, being alone was pondering to himself as usual, only to get interrupted when you called for him. Earlier, you were spending time with Gimli alone, without Legolas to watch over him. As a result of the elf friend being missing, Gimli accidentally informed you of Aragorn’s feelings. Before you answered him, you found yourself rushing out of the room to confront the man.

You leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Gimli told me you love me and insisted he wasn’t lying. I would much rather hear the truth from you.” Aragorn facepalmed then sighed to himself. First, the dwarf told Legolas, which was already bad on its own, but telling you was one of his worst nightmares. Too bad for him it came true.

“Of course he told you,” Aragorn mumbled, “yes, I do love you. You were not supposed to find out. Especially when you love Legolas.” Now that he has got it over with, he just doesn’t want to be laughed at in the face for believing he had a tiny chance with you.

“I do love Legolas, but it is nothing more than a friend. I have eyes for someone else.” You said, making him look at you. He began to have some hope that the “someone else” you mentioned could possibly be him. 

“Oh?” Aragorn mumbled, and you couldn’t help but giggle. He was being thick right now, for someone as observing as him, he should’ve figured it out already. 

“It’s you, Aragorn. It hurts me whenever you are being so dense. There is no need to be jealous, but I do feel guilty for making you believe that.” You said, erasing his worries. He was so doubtful about your reaction, but now that he knew how you felt, he brushed off his pessimistic thoughts as if he never had them at all. 

He gave you a cheeky grin. the same grin he gave you when he reunited with you after falling off the cliff, the grin you absolutely adored. “I am sorry for assuming.”

You shook your head while you let out a wholeheartedly laugh. “Do not be, my love.”

Hearing those words, being called your love made him feel like the happiest man in the world if he wasn’t already.

-

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[ourimpavidheroine]

You've given us your favorite records, so how about your favorite movies?

Okay, sure! Under a cut though, because it’s long.

In no particular order!

Strictly Ballroom (1992)

Oh my god, one of the funniest movies ever made. Every single thing about this movie makes me laugh out loud - in fact, I laughed so loud in the theater when I saw it the first time I’m surprised they didn’t kick my ass out. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched and re-watched it. My late wife and I used to quote this film back and forth to each other all the time. 

“Arms, Clary!”

“That was unexpected.”

“I’ve got my happy face on today!”

There’s a lovely little romance going on and a quote that I live by:

A life lived in fear is a life half lived.

Thank you, Baz Luhrmann. 

Bringing Up Baby (1938)

Screwball comedy romance with Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn. Still funny, over 80 years later. Mistaken identities, a harrassed archeologist and a clueless rich girl, so on and so forth. If you watch it, you will see shades of Wu and Sayuri in Susan, for sure. (And some Zu in David.) The comedic timing of this movie is sheer and utter perfection. Not a single beat wasted. Brilliant, the entire thing.

Moonstruck (1987)

God, what isn’t there to love about this movie? CHER. A woman coming up on middle age who has settled into widowhood without a whimper decides to marry a man she’s fond of for no other reason than she thinks she should meets the fiance’s younger brother and her entire life goes, as her Italian Catholic mother says in the middle of church, “...down the toilet.” This movie was handled with so much love and care, it deserved its Oscars. If you’ve never seen it, you should.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000)

I saw this movie the one and only time I visited the States after I moved to Finland. I had left my wife here in Finland but had my 20 month old autistic twins along and my mother was being beyond horrible to me and I was exhausted and just wanted to go home. There was one afternoon where my favorite uncle came to me, gave me his car, and told me he was going to watch the kids and for me to go out and have a breather. I decided to see a movie - I can’t remember which one - but the paper had gotten the time wrong and it had already started by the time I got there. I asked the woman selling tickets what she recommended that was coming up and she very fervently told me to go and see this one.

Still one of the best movies I have ever seen. The acting is so subtle, so beautiful, and the scenery! The ending broke me, just shattered me into a million pieces. Years later, when my wife died, I knew exactly that feeling of desperately wanting to go back in time and somehow do it all right and all I can say is, both Michelle Yeoh and Zhang Ziyi get all of my love forever for doing it the way they did.

I bought it when it finally came out on DVD with English subtitles and I made my late wife watch it with me and she sobbed at the end and told me I was cruel for making her watch it. (Guess what, babe? You were crueler for making me live it.)

The Handmaiden (2016)

Normally I am not all that keen on books being made into movies. I fucking loved Sarah Waters’ Fingersmith and wasn’t sure about it being taken out of its Victorian England setting into 1930′s Korea but oh my god I have never been happier to have been proved wrong in my life. THIS FILM. Listen, it is one of those rare times when a book and an adaptation can stand next to each other, equally as good, equally as strong, despite the differences. There is so much to unpack about women’s experiences with sex and how that compares to how men dictate those experiences to them and the movie never drops the ball with this. Frankly, I had seen Oldboy and Snowpiercer (among others) and I really did not think Park Chan-wook had it in him and shame on me for that.

Warning: this movie is HOT.

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)

This is a damn good movie. Charlize Theron elevates anything she is in, and as Furiosa - dirty, grim, disabled, clinging on to tattered hope with desperation - she just takes this film to another level. Plenty of other good performances - including Tom Hardy, who’s never afraid to drop himself into a role - and some frankly astonishing editing work by Margaret Sixel as well as a male director who understands, deeply, how to film women without subjecting them to the male gaze. This is not a schlock film, despite the franchise it belongs in. It’s good.

I saw this film the night before my wife died; the last time I spoke to her on the phone I told her that I’d take her with me to see it again, I knew she’d like it. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to separate this film from that loss, but that’s how it goes sometimes. Still wish you could have seen it, babe. You would have loved it.

The Great Race (1965)

Is this a great movie? Not critically speaking, although Jack Lemmon is brilliant, as he almost always is. Rather, it was a movie my father and I loved together, and I have so many good memories of watching it with him whenever it would play on TV (these were the years before VHS even, never mind Netflix) and eating popcorn and laughing together.

We loved the huge pie fight scene so much that on my 16th birthday my father bought 3 dozen store bought pies, defrosted them and/or baked them (with the help of our neighbor, who was in on the secret) and he woke me up that morning, told me to get dressed and come outside, and he got me with a pie to the face right as I walked out the door and the two of us chased each other, throwing and dodging pies, making an unholy mess, slipping and sliding all over our deck and driveway, stumbling and laughing hysterically.

It is one of the best memories in my life. How many other girls can say their fathers gave them a pie fight for their sweet sixteen? This movie makes me laugh and, more importantly, remember my father with so much love.

The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

I did love all three of these films. Were they perfect? No. (I am still salty about Faramir’s entire movie arc and the fact that Merry was just Pippin 2.0 instead of the distinct character he was in the books.) But they were made with so much love and heart by people who loved and cared deeply for the source material. And they were astonishing in scope as well. Just glorious to see in the theater.

I first read those books when my father lent me his copies when I was eight and they were a vital part of my growing up; to see Peter Jackson and his entire cast and crew love them as much as I did was genuinely special for me.

The other two films are just as good with some astonishing moments (Billy Boy’s last minute song in The Return of the King still gives me goosebumps) but this was the first one, and just remembering holding my wife’s hand as we both gasped together over the scope of it was a memory I will keep with me always.

When my wife and I went to see this one here in Finland I was pregnant with my twins and I was like, oh my god, please die already Boromir because were twins on my bladder and I knew if I didn’t get to a toilet soon it was going to be all over. (It was a long movie without a pee break for a pregnant person, let me just say.) I was never happier for a tragic end to a movie in my life, LOL.

The Matrix (1999)

Dude. Dude. Just the concept of this movie. The Wachowski sisters have never limited themselves and that’s what makes them so different and so exciting. One of the greats of Sci Fi and, as far as I am concerned, one of the greats bar none. Yeah sure, I know it isn’t a critical darling but lord, I am not a film critic, just someone who loves movies. And I love this one. 

(And excuse you, Elon and the rest of you alt-right men’s groups, you dicks, for appropriating the whole blue/red pill thing: it’s a concept from two trans sisters, so fuck right off with that.)

My best friend, who saw it with me the first time (I took my late wife to see it later in the year when she arrived in the States) laughed at the whole little kid with spoon scene. That’s like listening to you, she said. I never know what is going to come out of your mouth or whether I’ll understand it in the moment but it will eventually make sense to me. Which pretty well sums me up, I think. And this movie as well.

The Piano (1993)

There is a moment, in this gorgeous, deeply beautiful, aching film, where Harvey Keitel fingers a small hole in Holly Hunter’s stocking and it is the most erotic heterosexual thing I have ever seen. Trust a woman director to understand why women would love this. There’s Harvey Keitel’s character: older, soft around the middle, barely literate, covered with traditional facial tattoos. He’s nobody’s idea of hot. But he understands what this woman in particular needs, understands what she is telling him without words, and that’s what he gives her and it is erotic beyond measure. It’s not about what he looks like; it’s about how he understands her.

Holly Hunter does this movie without speaking a single word or getting any subtitles and short of a few brief translations by Anna Paquin playing her young daughter still manages to express herself. It’s brilliant acting. (And look, I know - today we’d look for an actress who was mute to play the role, and rightfully so. It still doesn’t take away from Hunter’s performance.)

Ada drowned in the original script but Jane Campion changed it at the last minute when filming and it was the right choice. The absolute right choice. Ada deserves her freedom and her chance to pursue her own happiness.

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[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Dimension Jumping pt. 4

The Fellowship x Reader

You went back to work, Pippin is triggered about cookies, and you gotta play mediator.

---

After that whole mushroom scare, you elected to no longer worry about the questionable things the hobbits consume. You kinda just leave it up to Sam to help you cook and make things that everyone likes, though it's hard to please so many people every night when you're not motivated to make more than one dish. 

Trips to the grocery store became a lot more expensive and frequent, and while you can definitely pay for it you know that you can't keep on like this forever. 

So you've decided that the best course of action to take is alternating between working at home and at the office so you can hunt down more leads. 

The reason your boss is so lenient on your attendance is because of your crystal clean record and nature of your job. 

Honestly, you don't even really have to go into work as is, but being as the office is the only place you can really get some human actual interaction (not including Brian). Now though, there's not much of a reason to go. 

But anyway, you decide to go into work today and have yet to tell everyone else, so when you walked out of your room that morning in your business casual outfit and greeted everyone normally, you got a bunch of weird looks. 

"Are you going out somewhere? To the store again, maybe?" Pippin asks, walking up to you with curiosity in his face. 

You reach down and ruffle his hair fondly, replying simply, "I'm going to work today."

"Work?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows, "What about that man who won't stop bothering you?" 

Ah, you should've guessed he would ask about that, "I've just gotta deal with it, babe, it be like that sometimes." 

"Are you sure that's the best idea? He came to your home, after all." Aragorn pipes up from his spot on the couch.

And guess who's in his fucking lap again? That's right, Penny. That bitch (literally).

"I'm not going to be scolded by a dog thief." You reply faux-bitterly, pouting as your gaze fixes on your white fluff ball of joy. 

"Dog thief?" He repeats incredulously, shaking his head, "Just because your dog has taken to me doesn't mean-"

You put your hand up and interrupt not so kindly, "I don't wanna hear it." From the smile threatening to come on to your face, he can tell you're not truly angry or upset, so he allows himself to laugh a bit as he runs a hand down her soft back. 

"Alright," he pauses and his expression becomes more serious, "I still don't think it's a good idea, though. After you lied about being with another person, he's surely not going to be very kind." 

Fair, yes, but you don't care anyway. "I'll be fine, really. The only problem I'll probably have is being worried about all of you all day..." You sigh at that admittance and turn to go put on your boots. 

"If you're sure..." 

"I am." 

---

The day went about as good as you expected it to be.

Brian was all in your business, hanging out in your work area, talking to you and asking about 'Aaron' aka Aragorn and his brother 'Beau' aka Boromir, and touching your shoulders and stuff like a total creep-so. 

Of course, you didn't tell him to fuck off like you wanted to, but that okay because you don't fancy being laid off. 

When you get back you're greeted by two hobbits and a fluffy puppy. The latter of which immediately jumped on you and began to wag her tail so fast that she nearly turns back time. 

You crouch down and wrap your arms around her tightly, speaking in a high pitched voice, "Aw, who's my good girl? I missed you so much my sweet baby, oh I love you so much!" You kiss her multiple times and rock back and forth with her in your arms until she begins to pull back. 

She turns when you let her go and trots back to Aragorn, and the glare you point at him is so withering and resentful that it could've killed a thousand men. 

And by withering and resentful I mean pouty and petulantly irritated. 

He laughs at your expense, but you ignore him and turn to the hobbits and smile at them brightly, "Did ya miss me?"

"Y/N, do you want a cookie?" Pippin asks suddenly, not answering your question. 

"What?"

"A cookie. Like one of those round black and white cookies. Do you want one?" He clarifies, tapping his foot a few times while Merry sighs. 

You look at him weirdly and shake your head no, "Um, not at the moment. No." 

"How can you not want one?" 

"I just don't."

"Fine, then let's say you wanted one and there were some in the cupboard. What would you do?"

"Um, I guess I'd eat one if I were in the mood." 

"Exactly, that's what I'm saying." He states, nodding his head as he looks at Merry.

"Wait, what are you saying? I'm confused." He's literally making no sense. 

"That if someone wants a cookie, then they should get one. It's what people do." 

"I mean, yes I guess you're right..." And then it dawns on you, "Boromir and Aragon won't let you have a cookie." 

"No! Even though I'm practically starving, they won't consider it. They say I must eat lunch first!" He sounds like he's been offended in the worst of ways, insulted and stripped of his rights... what a drama queen. 

"And you don't find that fair?" You ask, leaning back on the balls of your feet as you look at Aragorn over the top of his head with a raised eyebrow. 

Aragorn just shrugs his shoulders.

"You just said that if you wanted a cookie then you would get one, so why can't I? I'm no child, and I can make decisions for myself." 

"Well, I guess that's fair. You are an adult." The only way out of this odd conversation is agreement. 

"It's just not fair. If they want one they can have one, if you want one then you can have one, but if I want one? The rules don't count. Like you said, it's not fair!"

You look at Merry and ask, "Are you having the same problem as him?"

"Yes, but I don't care as much." 

"Well, what are you both going to do about it? Hobbit rebellion?" 

Pippin crosses his arms and grumbles, "Well, I'm going to eat lunch. Because I have to. Because the world isn't fair to hobbits." 

You don't say anything to that and instead slowly walk away from the door, glancing around the room to see if anyone else is there. 

"Where is everyone?" You question, walking up to Aragorn who is crouched down and petting Penny. 

"Gimli and Boromir are outside with Frodo and Sam and Legolas... I'm not sure where he is." 

You hum your understanding and then ask, "So, no cookies for Pippin and Merry." 

He smiles at your question and chuckles quietly, standing back up to his full height, "It's not good for them to have confections without something sturdy first." 

"Well I'm sure you heard, but Pippin is very torn up about it. Absolutely devastated." Of course, you're joking and he can tell as much, though his little speech there almost made you want to comply and give him some cookies against their wishes. 

"Do not worry about them. Once they've eaten they'll get what they desire." He assures, looking over at the two whispering hobbits. 

---

They did end up getting their cookies, luckily for them, and they ate their lunches too. Eventually, Frodo, Sam and the rest of them came back inside, and you noticed right away that they're getting sick of being cooped up inside your house 24/7. 

You can probably take the taller bunch of them out at some point, but they're the least high maintenance of this group. Merry, Pippin, and Sam are just itching to go out and see more than just the rooms of your house and your backyard, and Gimli is starting to get rather stir crazy too. Frodo doesn't seem too bothered by it luckily enough, but that doesn't mean he's 100% good with staying in one place for so long. 

Also, it seems that in your world that ring doesn't have any power because the dark-haired hobbit explained that he hasn't felt or heard anything from it since arriving there. What it sounds like to you is the ring lost its connection since they're in another dimension entirely, which is both good and confusing. 

Anyway, you've been trying to come up with a way to take everyone out of the house at some point so they can see more than just the same things over and over, but you can't really come up with any sort of disguise or cover story that would explain the more vertically challenged 4 of them. Gimli could probably just barely pass if he were to wear taller shoes, and Legolas could probably get by with a hat to cover his ears... but still. 

You don't bring this issue up yet, but you do know that eventually, they'll want to leave and see some more so that they don't go mad inside your house. 

"Y/N?" Someone says loudly suddenly. 

You look over quickly and see Legolas staring straight into your soul. 

Was he talking to you? Did he ask you a question or something? Oh god, you don't know! "Um... yeah?" 

"You did not hear what I said." He states matter of factly, amusement sparkling in his eyes. 

You shake your head 'no' slowly, sheepishly rubbing the back of your head. "N-No, sorry... I was, er, thinking about something."

"May I ask what?" Ever the curious bastard. 

"It's nothing important really, what were you saying?" 

Your quick change in subject does not go by unnoticed, but there is no questioning on it on his part either. Instead, he repeats what he said before, "I only wished to know if I could accompany you on your next outing." 

"Um, well yeah that'd be nice but you'd have to like, wear a hat or something. Your ears will freak people out." You realize how that sounds right away and backtrack quickly, "N-Not that I think your ears are weird or anything! It's just people haven't seen anything like it here, s-so..." Oh god, why did you have to say it like that? 

He raises a delicate blond eyebrow and chuckles lightly, observing your flustered form with humor sparkling in his eyes, "I know you meant no offense. Please, you needn't be so wary of me or your words." 

He has such a whimsical way of speaking, and you find that you like it quite a bit. "Right, sorry... Well, um you can come with me but you've gotta wear a hat." This time when you say it, you say it with a bit more confidence. 

"I can do that." He replies easily. 

---

"Y/N?" Sam calls from his spot on the couch next to you. 

You turn your head away from the TV and look down at him, raising an eyebrow, "Yeah?" 

"Do you abuse drugs? Like how you told that man Boromir does." 

You laugh nervously and answer his question with a question, "Why do you ask?" 

"Because you seemed to know a lot about it when you explained it the other day." 

There is silence for all of 10 seconds. "Well you're damn right I abuse drugs. I see a drug, and I push the hell out of it! Get lost drugs." You exclaim, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Sam looks at you weirdly and asks more slowly this time, "But I thought they weren't alive?" 

"They aren't. It was a joke." 

Realization spreads across his face and he smiles this time, "Oh! Well, it was really funny!" 

You know it wasn't but you take it anyway and look back at the TV. "Well of course it was. I'm hilarious if you haven't already noticed." You don't actually find yourself to be that funny, but if you keep up the confidence and pretend like you know what you're doing; then no one else will question you or your humor. Why did he even ask you that anyways, it was completely random...

"Why did you ask?" You question with furrowed eyebrows. 

Sam's smile fades a bit but doesn't disappear completely, "Oh, well you see I was just thinkin' an awful lot about it and then I figured I might as well just ask since you've never been against answerin' my questions before." 

Fair enough. 

You nod your head in understanding and say nothing more about it. 

This comfortable silence prevails for a little while before there is a sudden crash in the guest room and some yelling. 

You almost get up to go ask what's going on, but Pippin storms out before you have to and goes to join everyone else outside. With a raised brow you turn your head to look back at Sam, but he only rolls his eyes and grumbles, "Those two are always gettin' into something." 

---

Later that night while everyone is winding down and getting ready for bed, though you're still in the living room with your laptop on your legs. 

The TV has long since been turned off so the only sound in the room is the soft clacking of your fingers hitting the letter keys. 

You look up sharply at the sound of a door opening and closing and see Merry leaving the guest room with a sour expression on his face. 

Right away curiosity gets the best of you, but you don't say or do anything right away and instead opt to watch him from over the top of your computer screen to see where he goes. Cause there have been a few instances where you've caught him and Pippin raiding your kitchen for some midnight snacks since you usually work in the dark so they don't see you right away.

Instead of heading towards the kitchen, though, he looks right at you and walks over, taking a seat next to you still without saying anything. 

"Merry?" You question after a moment of looking at him and him looking at the wall, your eyebrows furrowed, "Is everything okay." 

"Pippin isn't talking to me." 

Your mouth runs before you can even think of an actual proper response to that, "Enjoy it while it lasts." 

He looks up at you with an expression akin to annoyance on his face and then grumbles, "I was trying to." 

Ah, so this is more than just a silly little thing.

You move your computer off your legs and place it on the coffee table, turning towards him with your legs crossed on the couch, "Well, what happened? Why won't he talk to you." 

He doesn't reply right away, looking away from your face as he seems to deliberate over telling you or not, "He was being stupid earlier and I smacked him over the head and he dropped his treat on the floor and it got ruined." 

It's silent while you wait for him to go on, but he just continues to look at you expectantly. 

"Wait, that's it?" You ask incredulously, looking at him like he'd grown two heads. 

"Yes, that's it. Is there supposed to be more?" 

Good god, these guys are total babies. 

You sigh and shake your head at the ridiculousness of it all. Though you do have to fix this, so you get up walk over to the guest room and knock on the door lightly. 

Boromir is the person to answer the door, and when he sees you standing there he offers a smile, "Oh, hello Y/N." 

"Yes, hi. Is Pippin in there?" You question, standing up on your toes to look over his shoulder into the room. 

"This is about their argument." He states, not answering your question. 

"It is. Tell him to come here." 

He nods and turns his head, "Pippin, will you join us for a moment?" 

Said hobbit sits up from underneath his pile of blankets and looks over at the two of you wearily, but gets up and walks over regardless. "Yes? What is it?" He inquires, looking up between you and Boromir a couple of times. 

You take a step back and ask quietly so as to not disturb the others, "Why won't you talk to Merry?" 

"Because he ruined my food." He replies curtly, looking up at you with a frown on his face. "Did he send you here to convince me to talk to him again?" 

Yikes, he got you. "Maybe he did." 

"Well tell him I'm not interested." 

"Pippin, come now calm down. Surely Merry hasn't made you that angry." Boromir cuts in, placing his hand down on his shoulder. 

"Can't the two of you try and see this from my perspective?" 

A moment of silence passes by before you slowly crouch down in sync with Boromir. 

"Oh, it is different down here." You comment as a smile begins to creep on your face. 

Pippin doesn't say anything or react right away before he turns and goes back to his makeshift bed and crawls under the covers. 

You stand up normally again and look up at Boromir who also stands to his full height once more, "I think that may have been a mistake." 

"Undoubtedly so." 

You laugh lightly and then step out of the doorway. "I'll go break the news to Merry then, good night." And with that, you walk off down the hallway again and rejoin Merry in the living room. 

When you walk in he looks up and smiles with hope shining in his eyes. 

Poor dear. 

"Well?" He asks, standing up from his spot on the couch. 

"So, I talked to Pippin..." 

"And?"

"Now he's not talking to me or Boromir." 

His eyes go wide and he looks truly shocked. "What!? What did you do?" 

"Well he asked us to see things from his perspective and so we both crouched down to your height and it seemed he didn't quite like that." 

It's silent for about 10 seconds before he slowly continues, "So he's now not speaking to me, you,  or  Boromir? Because you couldn't keep yourself from making a short joke?" 

"That sounds about right." You nod along, plopping back down on the couch. "Hey, don't shoot the messenger."

"The messenger wasn't supposed to tease him more! He probably thinks I sent you to do that!" He complains, standing in front of you with his arms crossed. 

"Then maybe you shouldn't have messed up his food. You know how much he loves it." A rational argument on your end if you do say so yourself. It's true after all. You should be allowed to make short jokes if you want to damn it, and no cousinly spat is going to prevent you from doing just that. And let's be real, getting one of the tall dudes in on it only made it so much more awesome. 

"I suppose that's fair..." 

You nod your head and then pull your computer back into your lap, then say a bit softer, "You should just talk to him and tell him how sorry you are. He's your cousin- he loves you and won't let something silly like this split you up. I'm sure he's only trying to see how long you'll last before going crazy, anyways." 

"Yes... That is something he would do." 

"Mhm. There's no way he's actually mad at you, so go talk to him." You reach out a hand and pat his shoulder gently, a smile upturning the corners of your lips. 

He smiles vibrantly, reaching up to pat your hand on his shoulder lightly, "Thank you!" 

"My pleasure." 

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Ever Northward Gaze

Guys I made myself really sad with this one. Like so sad I cried writing it at 11 last night. It’s not my normal thing, but here we are. Also the title is actually from the book of Lord of the Rings! In the book, when Boromir dies, Aragorn and Legolas sing the Lament for Boromir and it’s really sad and I’ve been listening to the version on Youtube that Karliene did (she’s one of my favorite artists honeslty and she has some really good LotR and Game of Thrones stuff so definitely check her out, she’s amazing!) and I was being sad about it so here we are. It does not have a happy ending so be warned. Also, i picked some pieces from the book, and some from the movies and I combed through the timeline of the fellowship and looked up a lot of distances and stuff so the timeline and days is as accurate as I could make it and it’s literally only mentioned like 3 times so that’s fun. I also only tagged a couple people cuz I really honestly don’t know who even wants to read this. Okay sorry for the world’s longest Author’s Note.

Fandom: Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Boromir x reader

Words: 1496

Warnings: Major character death 

It had been months since you had last received a letter from Boromir, and you hated it. You understood why-the need for secrecy had been clear-but you still didn’t like it. The last letter he had sent was from Rivendell, he said he was joining a quest, a fellowship that was setting out to bring the One Ring to Mordor. You knew he left because Lord Elrond had sent word that it had been found, there had been a council called to Rivendell to discuss what to do with it. His father wanted him to bring it back to Gondor, so they could attempt to use it against Sauron, but the Ring was evil, it couldn’t be used against it’s master.

You missed Boromir terribly. He was supposed to come right back, instead it had been 241 days since he had left for Rivendell and 132 days since his last letter had arrived. He was only supposed to be gone a little over 100 days, and now it had been more than twice that since you had last seen your husband.

You had spent most of your time since Boromir’s departure in the Houses of Healing. Ioreth had taught you from a young age, and you quickly discovered you enjoyed it and you were good at it. Faramir always said you were the perfect balance to his brother. He was always the soldier, ready to fight; you always wanted to help people, heal them. 

When you weren’t in the Houses of Healing, you were in the rooms you usually shared with Boromir. You enjoyed painting, and you had a balcony that overlooked Pelennor Fields and you could just see Osgiliath in the distance. You also enjoyed singing, and Boromir insisted you had the voice of an angel, even when you told him he was wrong. You were writing a song for when he finally returned to you, but you were stuck. You had been on edge for over a week now, you weren’t sure why, but you had a bad feeling about something. Your sleep had been restless and your dreams troubled when you had them.

7 nights ago you had dreamt that you saw Boromir’s body in a small boat passing down the river Anduin. You were sobbing when you woke up, and stumbled your way to Faramir’s room. He said he had the same dream, and it made you even more uneasy. You were worried. A weight had come over you, you feared you would never see your husband again.

You sat in your room now, reading over his last letter again. The ink had started to fade and the edges were worn. You read his letters often, trying to remind yourself of him, but this was your favorite.

My darling wife,

It has been too long since I last saw you, and I fear it will be even longer still. I regret to tell you this will be my last letter for some time. I have volunteered to accompany a brave young hobbit in his quest to bring Isildur’s Bane to Mordor. I hope our path will bring us close to home and I will be able to see you, but I am not so sure. 

We are walking, it is best that way, horses will draw too much attention. It will be a long time before we pass into Gondor or anywhere close to the White City, but I will count the days until I can see you again. 

I miss you more than I can put into words, my love. I miss sleeping beside you and waking up with you in my arms. I miss your smile and the way your eyes shine when you do. I miss the sound of you singing to me, and I miss the sound of your laugh. I even miss the way you scold me when I distract you from your work. I cannot wait to hold you again, to kiss you again. You know me better than anyone, and I think you may even know me better than Faramir does. I miss you.

I must stop now, before someone walks by and sees me becoming a blubbering mess over a letter to my wife. Watch over Faramir, father is too hard on him. Don’t let him take anything my father says to heart. 

All my love,

Boromir

You weren’t sure when you had started crying, but a few tears dropped onto the fading words. It was a few moments later when you jumped, hearing the sound of a horn. The horn that signified someone was approaching the Citadel. Was Faramir back so soon?

You raced to the courtyard and saw a messenger there. He was carrying something wrapped in a cloth and he had a grim look on his face. The uneasiness you had been feeling for days crept up inside you, stronger than ever. The messenger looked at you and showed you what was wrapped in the cloth. The Horn of Gondor. Cloven in two. Boromir had taken that with him when he left for Rivendell. That means…

“I’m sorry, my lady,” the messenger said quietly.

You heard a scream of anguish, the saddest thing you had ever heard. It took you a moment to realize the sound had come from you. You weren’t sure how long you stayed there sobbing, but it was long enough that your handmaiden became worried. She and Ioreth found you and took you to your rooms, but you barely even noticed they were there.

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You knew Gandalf had arrived in the city with a hobbit that day, and you waited outside the throne room while they spoke to Denethor. You had worn nothing but black for 6 days, since news of Boromir’s fate had reached Minas Tirith. You knew you should put on a finer dress to greet your guests, but you couldn’t bring yourself to wear anything else. All your dresses were ones Boromir had bought for you.

You looked up as Gandalf exited, followed by the halfling. He stopped when he saw you and gave you a look of sympathy. 

“My lady… I wish we were meeting again in happier times,” he said quietly.

“As do I, Mithrandir,” you replied. Turning to the halfling you spoke again, “I know Gandalf, but we have not met, what is your name?”

“Pippin, my lady. You are Boromir’s wife aren’t you?” 

“Yes, Boromir was my husband… I understand you are a friend of his,” you said, waving away Gandalf’s attempt to scold the hobbit.

“I like to think so... He spoke of you often. He loved you, and he was right, you are indeed beautiful, my lady,” Pippin blushed a little and looked down. 

“Thank you,” you hesitated. You weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer to your next question, but you had to ask. “How did he die?” 

Pippin looked at Gandalf, as if asking permission. With a nod from Gandalf he turned from you again. 

“He died defending me and my kinsman, Merry. We were north of here at Amon Hen, near the statues of the old kings. There were many Uruk-Hai and he fought bravely to save us. He was pierced by 3 arrows before he fell.” he said.

Your slowly cracking facade of composure finally broke. You tried not to openly sob, but you couldn’t stop the tears leaving your eyes. That sounded like your Boromir. Fighting to defend those who could not defend themselves.

“Thank you, Pippin,” you whispered. “For telling me. I am glad he was at least able to save you and your friend. I hope I get to meet Merry some day.” 

“I hope we will see him again too, my lady,” he answered. 

“Gandalf? Watch over this one. He is brave and he has a good heart. Boromir would be proud of him,” you said with a sad smile.

Gandalf squeezed your shoulder gently before leading Pippin away. You watched them go, trying to keep your tears at bay. Yes, you could see why Boromir loved this little hobbit. Even from the short conversation, you could see it. 

You wandered to your rooms again, telling your handmaiden not to disturb you unless absolutely necessary; you wanted to be alone. You went through your wardrobe, looking for one of the shirts Boromir had left behind. When you found one, you held it close to your face. You could still smell him on it, you didn’t want to think about when you would no longer be able to. 

You collapsed onto your bed, sobbing into the shirt, clutching it tightly to your chest. 

Boromir was gone, and he wouldn’t be able to come back to you now. You wouldn’t kiss him again, or hold him or fall asleep next to him. You wouldn’t have children that you would raise to be healers and warriors. You would be alone now for the rest of your days, with nothing but his memory.

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Once again being haunted by the "I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you, I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail." "Our people...I would have followed you, my brother...my captain...my king." to "Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! ... There may come a day when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends, and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day!" pipeline

#oh i am being so normal #so so normal #yes i am watching Fellowship for the second time today but in my defence there isnt any baseball on the channels we have at work :( #i love Boromir an absolutely normal amount #and his influence on movie!Aragorn's journey to accepting his kingship is so so good and fascinating and as previously stated #i am being normal about it!! #aragorn #boromir #the fellowship of the ring #lotr #lord of the rings #this is making me want to reread the books again

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Secret Scarves Pt 36

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One flight later and as your bags were being carried up to the designated suite you followed the aid guiding you to the treetop restaurant that left you lost for words when the sun began to set and the stars came out. A moderate trek later with your hands fixed on Thorin’s belt in front of you the men smirked at your path across the see through bridges between ledges while Thranduil kept hold of your waist to keep you calm, whispering to you lowly every so often. Above a carved ledge your lips parted when Thorin stepped aside revealing the stone and glass formed suite in the side of a small mountain peak in the ridge woven through the forest resort. Chuckling around you the men led you inside and hit the switch for the blinds blocking off the view around you but leaving the sunroofs open to allow you a view of the stars.

“No offence it is lovely, but I am so glad we’re not sleeping in a tree.”

The men chuckled and Thorin moved closer cupping your cheek to steal a fiery kiss from you then hummed “I had a hunch you might feel like that.”

Thranduil chuckled hugging you from behind widening your grin easing your hands over his arms, “Best we get some sleep, Love. Have a surprise for you planned.”

“Just how many surprises do you have planned?”

Thorin chuckled and claimed a kiss from you then hummed, “Off to bed.”

At your pout Thranduil kissed the side of your neck, “Trust me, the morning will be worth it.”

Between your men you stripped and snuggled up to head off to sleep, breakfast led to an early morning hike. Thanks to the warm weather you were dressed like a female lead in an action adventure film in jean shorts and a spaghetti strap top under an open flannel you’d taken from Thorin when your top turned out a bit too sheer. Both guys enjoyed being out of their sweaters in the tropical resort keeping hold of your hands and hips to keep you steady on the rocky mountain path through the trails lined with places to eat and shop mixed in with little sanctuaries for animals and rare insects and plants with another full section just for the aviary. Each filling your cameras you had brought until the smirking pair led you up and through your suite out to the private garden complete with a cave enclosed hot spring.

A lovely picnic lunch was what they had planned, yet what they found around the bracelet hiding basket was a blanket of rainbow colored grasshoppers. Withholding your giggles you sat down and between the pair scrambling to shoo the bugs away from the basket to pull out the food only making them grow more and more covered by the ignorant bugs. Their worries broke however at your splitting giggle that grew into loud laughter trailed by squeaks in your slight rocking back and forth to stay upright captured through their own laughter on their phones. When you had settled the pair gathered it all up and helped you back inside to eat at the table where the guys fixed the stunning bracelet around your wrist before taking you off to bed.

Back and forth until the pair were dozing off around you they loved you and drifted off in your messaging Tea and Jax before delving into a round of flirtatious messages with Fili until he had to sleep too. A quick slip out of bed and then back again after a glass of water a brush of a finger against Thranduil’s ear in his moment of stirring making him smirk and turn to steal a kiss. One stolen tumble with him behind you in a slow shifting quickie later and into his arms you snuggled and drifted off at least for a few hours to be woken at the knock for the breakfast arriving.

Over the phone in a call from home Thranduil got a bit distracted and chuckled to himself in seeing Thorin waking you with a trail of kisses heading south and stepped outside to the garden to give you some privacy as he heard Legolas share all about his date with Tillie. Returning inside after his shaking the swarm of grasshoppers off him he grinned joining you in the meal leading to the joint shower and day of exploring ending with another amazing dinner under the stars and soaking in the hot spring then off to bed again.

**

Monday brought the end of a long train ride for a pair of sisters straight to Greenwood Station. And the younger of the two, Terri asked Tabi, “Any cramps?”

Tabi smirked and answered, “Only in my feet,” lifting her feet rotating them over her sister’s lap pleadingly.

Terri chuckled and helped her pull off her moccasins, “I cannot wait for Boromir to see you, then he can take over foot duty. I swear I’m getting carpel tunnel from this.”

Tabi chuckled and said, “Or this Dwalin. I hear they love to pamper pregnant women.”

Terri smirked, “No doubt. Tea says his cousin Frerin loves and dotes on Alt as his own already.”

Tabi, “I can’t wait to meet Thorin, if he is identical to Frerin he is gorgeous, Thranduil must be stunning. Dwalin no doubt has to be an absolute dream boat if Boromir can’t help himself.”

Terri nodded, “Even his athlete exes could barely keep him around.”

Tabi chuckled, “Well we should see him at lunch.”

Terri, “Yes,” stroking her shifting belly, “And we can be around Jax all the time, and he can get to grow up near Cleo, and we can help Jaqi out with the sitting again.”

Tabi, “I have missed his tackle hugs at three in the morning. We all know Theodred and Lia can only do so much on their schedules and daycare schedules.”

Terri nodded, “Ah, just can’t wait to see the house. I’ve been dying for a pillow top, and those body pillows, ugh, I am going to take so many naps.”

Making Tabi giggle, “You and me both,” making Terri giggle again.

**

An early flight back and with the men off to confusing calls home to help both Legolas and Dwalin prep for their morning classes when their own plans had you changed into jeans, a sweater with your converse when you’d made it to the door without any shoes on your feet and had to tug them on. Out the door with Jax on your hip you strapped him in and listened to more details from his trip he remembered he hadn’t shared yet on the drive to the station. Squeaking giggle filled hugs led up to filling your sub again for the drive off to Jax’s school that your cousins memorized with a promise to pick him up after his classes were through.

With a map and directions to get home you were let out in the parking lot with Terri taking the wheel. A bit quieter than normal you sat through your classes focusing through your jet lag drawing the eye of countless others around you, especially those expecting to see you racing off to pick up Jax. The absence and your distracted silence triggering a round of texts from your men and the Durins who were ready to circle around you until a duo of blondes were around you with Jax on your hip.

**

Into the school both Terri and Tabi strolled through the halls you had written out. Between the mingling students gathering their things and teachers waiting for the parents they had sent notes to. Among the desks Jax’s face lit up and expecting to see you Haldir straightened his shirt and turned around from helping Jax put up his draft to his class project up in his cubby seeing Jax reaching up to feel Tabi’s stomach. Looking her over he held out Jax’s bag he’d left on his desk lost for words only to catch her eye with brows raised at her saying, “You must be Haldir. Jaqi said you were handsome.” When his lips parted as she said, “I’m Tabi.”

Terri, “Tabi, down girl.” She looked to Haldir now looking at another non pregnant blonde version of you. “Sorry,”

Tabi rolled her eyes, “He’s handsome, I can say he’s handsome. The man is amazing with Jax here he needs as many compliments as he can get dealing with our family moods.”

Terri looked at him, “Again, sorry, I’m Terri.”

Haldir shook his head and let out an awkward chuckle, “No, no need. Are you Jax’s other sisters?”

They shook their heads and Terri said, “Nope, cousins.”

Tabi, “We’re sisters.” After a pause she asked with a smirk, “You look like you’re going to be hungry Saturday. We should have dinner.”

Terri, “Please don’t scare him off.”

Tabi looked at her with a scoff, “I am not scaring anyone,” She looked at Haldir, “Am I scaring you?”

He gave his head a quick shake, “Would, would it be, a family thing?”

Tabi shook her head, “No, It’d be a date.”

Haldir’s eyes dropped to her stomach, “Not, to be, wouldn’t there be, someone-,”

Tabi giggled cutting him off rubbing her belly, “No, I’m a surrogate, for our family friend. Just a couple months left.”

Haldir looking a bit more relived replied, “Oh,”

Tabi, “So, does that mean I can get your number?”

She paused as Haldir’s lips parted again and his brows inched up making Terri say, “I think you broke him,”

Haldir mumbled, “I can’t remember my number. I never get asked out.”

Tabi smirked, “Can I have your phone then?” He nodded and passed her his phone he pulled from his pocket and unlocked and she added her number then texted herself.

Terri, “You are ok with the whole surrogate thing?”

Haldir nodded, “My younger brother used a surrogate.” He wet his lips, “You are moving here?”

Tabi nodded then said, “We’ll let you get back to work, have to go and meet up with Jaqi for lunch. Text me.” Haldir nodded again then blinked staring around the room when they had left it with Jax excitedly bouncing between the sisters.

**

On the way to lunch you were met up with the trio and giggled through the recap on Haldir before your attention dropped to Jax. Once inside the room you felt all eyes on you at least until Dwalin swallowed dryly and approached you timidly looking Tabi over. Introducing the guys to them you said, “Kili, Fili, Thorin, and Dwalin.”

Tabi gasped and moved closer to Dwalin with a spreading smile, “I knew you had to be stunning to make Boromir swoon.”

Terri rolled her eyes, “You’ve already landed a date, no more flirting.”

Dwalin looked between them then to you as you said, “With Haldir, Jax’s aid.”

Tabi rubbed her belly, “Want a feel?”

Dwalin nodded tearily and led her over to a seat where he felt her stomach making the others confused as to who she was and why Dwalin was so emotional about her baby until he whispered at the kick, “My little girl.”

Lips parted and then he delved into trying to rub her back, ankles, feet and feed her only to be forced to eat himself by her in saying she was headed home for a nap after this making him make her promise to eat extra afterwards due to the travels. Leaning over Fili asked lowly, “You knew about this?” A slight hint of pain in his voice.

Shaking your head you replied, “Not long, just found out about it after the dinner with your family from Boromir. Dwalin wanted to share it at your family dinner this weekend.” Making Fili grin and relax realizing why Dwalin had been so adamant on calling everyone out. “Sorry,”

Fili shook his head and leaned in to kiss your cheek humming by your ear, “Don’t you worry about it. I understand, you were sworn to secrecy to not ruin the surprise.”

Thorin at your pitifully hidden yawn asked Terri, “When did you get in?”

Terri, “This morning. Sadly we had to tear Jaqi from bed early, and our car should be arriving in a few days so it’ll be a bit of juggling,”

Fili smirked, “She can ride in with us.”

Thorin nodded, “And we can take her home after.” Sending a smirk your way.

…

March had officially begun, and with it came a new form of madness. Again you were waiting in the airport next to Aragorn. Though this time no cheering squad, just you and him alone leaving you prey to your thoughts.

Rugby season had begun and with it came the competitive side to Fili, or at least more than you had expected from him in his game against Frerin. He wanted to win, him and Kili and for the first two games you managed to make it through and onto the after parties. Each time however the young Dwarves normally so loving and gentle tugged and pinned you and Tauriel to their sides. You both tried to calm them yet their blood was still pumping from their victory and it wasn’t till Gimli would catch onto the telling squirms from you both that he would issue a distraction allowing you off to either sleep or the tasks you still had left to prep for the week ahead.

From two mini dates a week with Fili you had tried to work in and talks of possibly moving further, an arm came up between you and the season became everything.

It had only been two weeks and already even in joining houses you barely saw him. His lunches shifted to the team’s tables to talk strategy and no matter what the other Durins or Greenleaves could say the shock was evident for you and Tauriel. By the second week of the season in the middle of a family dinner you managed to sneak to his side trying to balance your time with the trio in your heart, yet a visible turn away from you hurt worse than an actual slap ever could. All night you tried to talk to him and still he pulled away leading you over to the one man you knew wouldn’t lie to you.

Lowly in Gondorian at Boromir’s side you asked, “Is it me, or does Fili seem bored with me.”

There had been eye rolls and huffs and anxious shifting until he was freed from your attention to focus on the game again since the first game. Wetting his lips Boromir looked at you with the same expression he had when he first sat you down to tell you he was gay and that he could never be anything but your family and protector. “He seems done. Not just bored. We were never like that to our dates. I don’t think Tauriel is going to put up with it much longer either.”

Those words seemed to ring in your head and when he skipped your planned movie night to add more time in the gym you knew it had to be true and things were done for you too. The film was lovely, even though you watched it alone, Legolas and Tillie in the back could attest to that and right after you went to where you knew Fili would be.

He wouldn’t be home because he’d moved in with two of his teammates to carpool and get more time together to strategize furthering the distance so off to the brick coated apartment you went. A weak grin to one of the guys leaving for you through the door and off to the room he had pointed out. Instead of the nice furnished home attached to yours he chose sleeping bags and piles of clothes and cardboard furniture in cramped rooms with nearly half the team to share two bedrooms. Tauriel could already be heard trying to talk to Kili in the kitchen as he wrote on the whiteboard there and you eyed Fili scribbling possible plays on his sleeping bag.

You know what, enjoy the game, I won’t be there. I’m done. Clearly you are too.” deeply you sighed seeing him glance blankly from you to the page again to add another scribble making you head back to the door. No matter what you said it didn’t make him budge, not until you slammed the door on him and everything you could have been. Another slam was heard and with that you and Tauriel, the angry exes, left to stroll quietly in the walk back to your homes.

At the corner however you sighed, “Night Tauriel.” She nodded, “Good luck in your debate tomorrow.”

She weakly chuckled, “Thanks. Good luck in your competition.”

You nodded and blankly you found your way to the only place you wanted to be, Dwalin was fawning over Tabi after her latest dinner date with Haldir. Terri was watching Jax and Thorin and Thranduil were prepping for yet another week of madness exams so off to the duck pond you went, stopping at the market for some peas along the way.

.

It had been hours maybe. You truly hadn’t paid much mind to the time as you were lost to your swirling thoughts. Losing the battle of your focus against the lingering cramp above your hip, and a warm jacket wrapping around you drew a grin onto your somehow tearless face as Frerin, who should have been off with Tea in Moria as he’d planned, until her sudden girls night with Dis, helped you to your feet and back home again.

Lowly he hummed keeping his arm around you, “One day Fili will see what a big mistake he made.”

Peering up at him you asked, “How-?”

“Ran into Tauriel at the market, two tubs of ice cream in flavors Kili hates and four pizzas with stuffed crust complete with chips and dipping sauces gave it away. Seems her opponents in her debate will get the fire tomorrow. Thran said this was your spot to hide before.”

“Ah.”

“Come on, you can snuggle up with me tonight. You need your rest.” He said kissing the top of your head.

“He stood me up. And to think I was gonna blow him too…”

Making Frerin laugh out loud after a snort in a failed attempt to hold it in, “Well then he is certainly going to hate himself.”

“You’d think he’d be nicer seeing as he’s not gotten more than a hand job.”

Frerin smirking replied, “That you would.”

“Were you like that? Nothing else mattered?”

He shook his head then paused, “No. We had snuggling piles to loosen up after the matches. Pick a snuggle bunny and lay out and relax. Only Dwalin and Boromir, but that was sort of their foreplay for Monday after the games.”

In a sigh you stated, not realizing you’d said it aloud, “He said he’d always put us first.” Frerin’s lips parted hearing just how hurt you were and that your joking comment and deflection about the physical goals he might have had was just a smoke screen to hide how deeply this had hurt you.

.

All night in his arms you did sleep and in this noisy gate you sat pretending to read something on your phone only to look up at the body dropping full pant into the seat next to you. Looking up your lips parted and you saw Legolas there with a wide grin, “Gramps is meeting us in Lindon. You didn’t think we were letting you go alone, were you? Tillie has an exam or she’d have come too.”

Tearily you grinned at him and snuggled against his side sniffling at his arm rising to wrap around you seeing your pain, “He’s an idiot. He’ll see that this is a big mistake.”

“Does Big Leaf know?”

Legolas shook his head, “No, we’re keeping it bottled till we get home. Course we’ll have to explain if Fili’s there groveling to get you back.”

“I doubt he will.” You sniffled again, “I tried so hard to make it all work.”

“I know mom.”

“I don’t think I can give him another chance, Leg.”

“And no one is saying you should. You don’t have to. First, we swim and then we can handle all that when we get home.” You nodded and closed your eyes sniffling again in a wiggle closer to him. His eyes lowered to your stomach where your hand was pressing circles into it making him ask, “Stomach pain?”

“Just this cramp. Won’t go away. Probably just the stress.”

“If it’s not better after get it checked.” Earning a nod from you.

**

Nearly a full day you were in the air and then you snagged a brief nap then headed off to compete. Oblivious to the mood Frerin was in with Dwalin, Thorin and Thranduil around him watching the opening to the televised games lasting three days.

Another flawless straight gold flush was had and then the men sat cradling their phones you had just sent off ‘I Love You’s’ to. The questions stemmed from your brother and his possible interest in swimming all the way out to the one making Frerin groan.

“Miss Pear, we’ve been hearing reports that in Uni you’ve been getting quite close to a certain blonde, is that true?”

After a weak chuckle from you the men shifted seeing your faked grin seeming so casual to others out of your circle, “Not any more. We were dating but we decided to focus on our athletic careers.”

Nods followed and Thorin mumbled, “Oh fuck..”

Thranduil looked at Frerin, “You knew about this?”

Frerin wet his lips saying, “Fili stood Jaqi up, and when she and Tauriel went to go talk to the guys the girls dumped them.”

Dwalin, “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

Frerin, “She wanted to focus on the games.”

Thranduil scrolled through his messages, as if he’d missed it, “She didn’t mention it…at all.”

Frerin managed to smirk at the pair making Thorin’s brows furrow, “What are you smirking at?!”

Frerin, “Just remembering what Jaqi told me.”

All, “What?!”

Frerin, “Said she was thinking about giving him more than a hand job. Talked about possibly pushing ahead, but then he stood her up. Looks like its down to the happy duo.”

The men rubbed their faces and Thorin and Thranduil glanced at one another knowing they might have to plan something special when you got back to help you feel better. Then Thorin smirked saying, “I call Fili’s Wednesday dates.”

Thranduil, “Then I get Tuesdays, we can double on Fridays.” Earning a nod from Thorin.

Dwalin, “Where is Fili?”

Frerin shrugged, “Probably sleeping off his latest after party.”

Dwalin, “What has gotten into those boys!?”

#Thranduil x Reader OC x Thorin #Fili x Reader OC

[grundyscribbling]

I saw a long post about this somewhere, asked the question but got no answer: if other elves did marry other humans, and had children, but weren’t known, would the children be long lived, or immortal? Would they get the choice or was that solely given to Earendil, Dior etc?

Going to preface this by saying that pretty much everything about my answer is not canon, so if you asked anyone else you would probably get a different answer. The only evidence we have in canon of elf-human pairings producing children is Luthien-Beren (Dior), Idril-Tuor (Eärendil), and Mithrellas-Imrazor (Galador and Gilmith)*. That’s a pretty small sample size. Canon also asserts that these were the only Man-Elf pairings.

That said, it seems unlikely to me that those were the only only mixed pairings in the history of Middle Earth. Setting aside all questions of how reliable such an assertion is given the in-world authorship/narrator, Elves and Men interacted freely for several hundred years in Beleriand before any ruling had been handed down on the fate of half-elves. They then had varying levels of opportunity to interact for six thousand+ years during the Second and Third Ages. Both kindreds are social and curious by nature. To imagine that no one else in all that time at least indulged their curiosity, much less that no children came of it, strains credulity** even if we accept LaCE as ironclad and elves as having complete control over when they beget children. (And before anyone gets bent out of shape about this, I would point out that throughout human history, no matter how steep the penalties for ‘fraternizing’ with another group were, it still happened. Regardless of risks to either party, ‘enemy’ status, religion/ethnicity, etc.)

Since any other children of mixed unions weren’t born to prominent parents, their fates went unnoticed and unrecorded in the histories. And once the Valar making Elros and Elrond choose their fate became known, why would they pipe up? Especially if it was also public knowledge that at least some Valar were in favor of treating them all as mortals - if you’re a child of mixed parentage who has been ‘passing’ as elven, would you want to draw attention to yourself after that?  

But just because I think it probably happened is not to say that such pairs would be common. It’s clear the elves had serious concerns about such relationships. Look at Aegnor and Andreth, or even just use common sense - without knowing if the children born of such parents will be mortal or immortal, it’s a double or nothing gamble for the elven parent. Mithrellas is a good example - it’s clear from how events played out that at least one if not both of her children were mortal. But I think particularly in the First Age, there would likely have been at least a handful of children of mixed parentage running around. 

Why the First Age in particular? The First Age and early Second Age are when Men and Elves are shown to interact the most, with another burst of sustained interaction around the time of the Last Alliance. The First Age is also when Elves are at their height population wise. By the early Second Age, their numbers have been drastically winnowed by casualties and sailing West. By the late Third Age, the elves have largely withdrawn to their own enclaves and interactions between the two kindreds have dwindled to the point that Boromir and Faramir (of the Gondorian ruling class and Numenorian blood) know nothing of Rivendell until their loremaster father tells them, and Eomer (a prince of Rohan) has heard of neighboring Lothlorien as the realm of a witch and seems to more than halfway believe it. Also, not only are the opportunities for mixed relationships greatest in the First Age, I imagine that after the First Age, elves remaining in Middle Earth would face social pressure/expectations that they should look for love/relationships/children among their own kindred.

Also, after the Choice of the Halfelven, if the Choice were to apply to any subsequent half-elven children, I suspect most elves would draw back from the idea of begetting children who would face such a terrible choice. The child is essentially being asked to pick which parent to sunder themselves from forever.  

Whether or not the Choice of the Halfelven is imposed on all half-elven children begotten after the end of the First Age or not is something I haven’t made up my mind about - I could see it going either way. Option A: it applies to all of them, because the Valar like to have everything clearly categorized. Option B: the Valar didn’t expect it would come up again, so they didn’t say that it applied to all of them. Given that I don’t think the Valar really understand the Children, I could go for Option B. But Manwë and Namo both seem to prefer these things be clear, so I feel like they would argue for Option A. Ulmo might be against, because he’s open to loopholes. So ultimately I can’t make up my mind and I’m going to punt on this particular point.

For any half-elven children not given the Choice of the Halfelven, I think it would be luck of the genetic draw which parent’s fate a child inherited, both in terms of mortality/immortality, and growth/aging.  So you could have not only children who seemed fully mortal or fully elven, but a mortal child who aged noticably slower than normal by mortal standards, or an child who matured abnormally quickly by elven standards but was still immortal. (I don’t think that you can have immortals who continue to age in the Mannish way past maturity, showing signs of old age like wrinkles, body parts giving out, etc. I’m going with those genes are incompatible/mutually exclusive.) Lifespan for mortal children might be what we think of as a normal Mannish span, or extended in the manner of the Numenorians.  It would also be possible for siblings to end up with completely different fates - one taking after the human parent, the other after the elven parent. 

*I’d argue that Arwen-Aragorn is not an elf-human pairing in the same sense as these ones, given that Aragorn set the condition that she choose mortality to marry him - her children would only ever be mortal. Also, Luthien is a special case, given that she’s half-elven herself - and her other half is maia.

**Given the list of things we know humans have tried to have sex with, including inanimate objects, the idea that no Man ever convinced an Elf to try it at least once is absolutely and totally unbelievable to me. As for the having children part, I’m pretty sure that Terry Pratchett was onto something when he wrote Some humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying ‘End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH’, the paint wouldn’t even have time to dry.

#ask box #answered #half-elven #Elf-Man relationships

[generallynerdy]

Kingly Duties (Aragorn X Reader)

Summary: Post Return of the King, Reader discovers that many of the Fellowship have no idea of how to ballroom dance. Unfortunately, they’re going to have to soon, what with Aragorn’s coronation coming up and a large celebration planned afterward. Keeping this in mind, the reader takes it upon herself to teach her friends. However, her friends have a few ideas on who she should be teaching to dance.

Key: (Y/N) - your name

Today’s Playlist: Nope, nothing. I guess. I mean, there’s probably a song out there, but I wasn’t listening to it when I wrote this.

Cast: YOU! Aragorn/Estel, Gimli son of Gloin, Legolas Greenleaf, Peregrin (Pippin) Took, Meriadoc (Merry) Brandybuck, Samwise (Sam) Gamgee, Frodo Baggins, Gandalf the White, Faramir, mentions of Boromir, Arwen, and Elrond, and some random messenger guy as well as mentions of random advisors.

Warnings: Fluff!! If you don’t like fluff, that’s a warning. Also, the Fellowship being bad at dancing. ALSO Legolas teasingly offending dwarves

Status: Complete! (Might consider a sequel if someone requests it. Or a prequel)

“What do you mean you can’t dance, Gimli?!” You exclaim loudly enough for the rest of the Fellowship to hear. At least, what remains of it. Since Boromir died, it’s been far quieter. The rest of the Fellowship has gathered in celebration of Aragorn’s coronation, but that is a few days away.

    The dwarf scoffs, “I don’t need to know how, lass! I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”

    You gape, “You’re telling me that dwarves don’t dance?!”

    “Not often.”

    Legolas, who is reclined on a chair nearby, laughs lightly. “Why am I not surprised?”

    Gimli glares at him, though it is well meant and fondly. Pippin, who is on one side of the room alongside his hobbit brethren, pipes up. “I don’t know how to ballroom dance, but I can do a jig!”

    You gape further and turn to the hobbits with your arms crossed over your chest. “Excuse me?!”

    They look at you with terrified faces, unsure of whether Pippin has made a good decision in informing you of their inabilities. Gandalf chuckles around his pipe. “Hobbits are known to dance in merrier forms, (Y/N), not in such formal ways that you know.”

    You turn to him swiftly, protesting. “Dunedain are not known for their formal dancing, Gandalf. I am simply cultured.”

    Aragorn chuckles, smiling to himself at your antics. He is slouched into his chair and smoking his pipe in a similar fashion to that of Gandalf, very unkingly.

    You turn to him with a devilish smirk. He notices this and cocks an eyebrow. “And I seem to remember a young man with two left feet that I had to dance around a Ranger camp with for weeks before he finally figured it out.”

    The Fellowship all laugh as Aragorn shrugs, raising his hands in surrender. “And I am all but ashamed of it. I’ve never been one for dancing.”

    Strangely enough, Legolas has been silent. Aragorn seems to notice this as well and turns to his elven friend with a mischievous look. Legolas sends him a glare, practically demanding he remain quiet. Aragorn, however, does not listen. “Though I know someone who is.”

    You look to Legolas with a pleasantly surprised expression. “Legolas? You can dance?”

    Legolas sighs and nods, still upset with Aragorn. Gimli laughs heartily, “The elf! Dance! Ahahaha! As what would be expected of a princeling!”

    Legolas glares at Gimli, then smirks. “A fair opportunity to meet fair maidens who don’t retain any facial hair, I would call it.”

    Gimli looks offended, though he knows the elf is teasing, and starts to speak. You interrupt, still curious about Legolas’ skills. “Were you raised to know it or was this a recent development?”

    “About as recent as it can get for an elf, you mean,” Gandalf mutters, adding onto your statement.

    Legolas ignores his wizard companion, knowing full well that Gandalf is in a similar situation as he recognizes elves to be. “My father taught me.”

    Aragorn’s head snaps up, “Thranduil, King of the Greenwood? Truly?”

    “A long time ago.” Legolas elaborates to his friend, who clearly knows more of his father than anyone else does. “Before he became so...cold.”

    It is silent for a few moments. Only a few understood the words of Legolas and sympathized, while the others simply didn’t know what to say. So, you spoke up. “That’s it! None of you are going to the coronation with mediocre skills in dancing!”

    There are immediate protests from all sides of the room, even Legolas’. It seems that he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the Fellowship, nor does he enjoy dancing. Gandalf chuckles at the others, knowing he won’t be forced to dance. Aragorn especially does not enjoy dancing in front of others, as you know well. However, you have other plans.

    “None of you are getting out of this!” You inform them as they start to quiet, accepting their fate. “Now, I need a partner….”

    You look around the room, examining everyone carefully. You already know who you’re going to pick, but it’s fun to see them frantically fear for their dignity. Pippin and Merry look absolutely terrified while Frodo seems to sink into the background, trying to disappear. Sam frowns but looks submissive as if he won’t deny a request. Poor Sam; too nice for his own good. Gimli avoids your gaze, hoping that you won’t make eye contact and immediately choose him. Gandalf continues to chuckle and leans back into his chair, knowing full well that you won’t pick him. Aragorn shifts in his chair slightly but smirks knowingly.

    “Legolas!” You announce and smile at the others sighing in relief, then laughing at Legolas’ grim expression. “Come here and help me teach them.”

    He sighs and stands, taking his position in front of you. You start to teach the large group, bidding them be silent and hear your lessons. “You put your hand on her hip, here, while she puts her hand on your shoulder. The man always leads, unless the lady is headstrong.” You wink at Aragorn out of view of the others and he glances away shyly, which isn’t normal for him. Then again, you are his best friend. “Legolas, go ahead.”

    He starts to lead you around the room in a classic formal, waltz-like, dance. “One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.” You twirl around the room simply, firmly holding his shoulder and smiling as he gets faster. Soon, you are rushing around the room with him spinning you every so often and the both of you taking advanced steps. The others begin to clap in rhythm with your movements, cheering the both of you on. It isn’t exactly formal, but it’s enjoyable.

    Eventually, you come to a stop, laughing and brushing your hair out of your face. “Thank you, Legolas.”

    “My pleasure.” He does a silly little bow, so you curtsy in return.

    You turn to the others in the Fellowship, “Did you get that?” They nod slowly, doubting themselves. You roll your eyes, then clap your hands to get things moving. “Lovely! Now, pair up. We have a shortage of women, so we’ll have to deal with this for now.”

    They laugh and protest, but soon find their partners. Frodo and Sam, Merry and Pippin, and Legolas and Gimli, though they are reluctant and hesitant. There are some arguments about who will lead, but you quickly settle them. “Legolas, Sam, and Merry, you lead.”

You start toward Gandalf, but Legolas interrupts. “(Y/N), you should dance with Aragorn! He’s gotten rusty!”

    Aragorn glares at Legolas, thinking that it’s out of your line of sight. You blush slightly and glance toward Gandalf, who nods approvingly. So, you approach Aragorn, who stands and takes your hand. You roll your eyes as he kisses it teasingly, then you curtsy, going along with his little game. You walk toward the middle of the room together and quickly get into position.

    You start slowly as you both get into the rhythm, finding yourselves. However, you quickly turn to a fast-paced dance, twirling in between the other pairs of men, laughing heartily. Aragorn smiles as you laugh, spinning you this way and that, careful not to trod on your toes. He’s a skilled dancer, but you already knew that. After all, you were the one who taught him all he knows on the subject. You continue for some time as the others around you warm up to dancing and start to get faster.

    You and Aragorn speak quietly as you dance around the room. “Where did you learn to dance, (Y/N)?”

    You furrow your brows, “I don’t quite remember, actually.”

    “You should do it more often.” He compliments with a small smile, spinning you around.

    You blush and glance at your feet, then back up at him with a smile. “You should as well, m’lord. You’ll have to get used to it, being a King and all.”

    Aragorn laughs heartily, his head tilting back ever so slightly. He doesn’t laugh as loudly around the others usually. You can tell by their expressions. Even after so long of a journey, you still find ways to surprise them.

    The merriment comes to an end far too quickly as the other pairs break up and take a breather, as many of them are exhausted. You and Aragorn, however, continue to waltz around the room joyfully, both of you having far more stamina than the others. Once you reach the middle of the room again, you stop, the others cheering at your amazing display. You and Aragorn laugh heartily, but he does not let go of you. Your heart flutters as you look up at him, his eyes brighter than they have been in a long time, since before the war.

    He reaches a hand up to your cheek as everyone is still laughing and chattering excitedly. He starts to lean in and your heart soars. Is this really happening right now?

    Suddenly, the door to the lounge opens and Aragorn separates himself from you with lightning reflexes. A male messenger enters, clearing his throat. The entire room goes silent and looks at him expectantly. “My lord,” He addresses Aragorn, “Your advisors wish to speak to you about the coronation.”

    Aragorn sighs a little, starting toward the messenger to leave, but turns back toward you all. “Apologies, my friends. The duties of a King are never finished.” With that, he is gone. You sigh loudly as he disappears from sight, the door closing behind him. The Fellowship is silent around you. They saw the glimmer in his eyes and are very aware of what he was going to do.

    “Apologies, lass,” Gimli mutters grimly.

    Legolas frowns, gazing after his friend. Frodo stays quiet, Sam whispering something to him with a concerned expression. Pippin pipes up, “What?”

    Merry smacks the back of his head, “Pip!”

    “Fool of a Took,” Gandalf mutters darkly, glaring at the halfling, who looks utterly guilty now.

    You glance at the ground, clenching your fists frustratedly. Why hadn’t you just leaned forward a little? You quickly leave the room, suddenly embarrassed. Nothing ever happens to you when it comes to Aragorn. You’re always so close to that one moment, yet so far. Each time you seem to reset back to just being friends. It never changes.

    After that day, Aragorn is extremely busy. He isn’t seen by anyone for days, other than by his advisors and planners for the coronation. The time drags on in anticipation that you might see him again, alone. However, it isn’t until the actual coronation and celebration that you are able to catch sight of him. Correction, he catches sight of you.

    You find yourself dancing in the middle of the ballroom with Legolas, though you’re about to switch around. It’s a certain type of dance that has the women move around in a circle, switching between multiple partners.

    You keep glancing around worriedly. You haven’t seen him since the coronation actually happened. “He will find you eventually, mellon.” Legolas reassures with a friendly smile.

    You sigh, “I wish he would do more than simply find me.”

    Legolas gives a sympathetic look. “I know Aragorn well, (Y/N), and I know he will not let you wait much longer.”

    Soon, the music changes, sounding the noise that sends you to your next partner. You give Legolas a quick thank you and curtsy before moving left to your new dance partner. To your surprise, you find a swift-footed Faramir dancing with you. He chuckles lightly at your surprise.

    “What are you doing here?” You hiss at him, “You’re supposed to be in the healer’s!”

    “He decided I was well enough to share in the festivities.” Faramir shrugs. You roll your eyes fondly as you continue to dance. He notices your worried glances. “Have you not seen him yet?”

    “No.” You let out a breath of frustration.

    Faramir cocks an eyebrow, “He almost did it again, didn’t he?”

    You blush and glance at your feet, muttering something under your breath. It was something along the lines of, ‘men’ and a few curses that shouldn’t be named in the halls of Gondor’s kings.

    Faramir chuckles loudly, “Everything will be fine, (Y/N), and if he doesn’t make a move, I’ll give him a little shove.” He winks, causing you to laugh. He knows just the way to cheer you up. Having been a Dunedain all your life, you’ve often run into Faramir and Boromir, or both, on your travels. Faramir is a good friend, though he is still not on the level that Aragorn is. He knows this, but he doesn’t mind.

    Next, you find yourself dancing with Pippin, then Merry, then Sam, and finally Frodo. All of them share kind words with you about the situation. What good friends they are, you can’t help but think. Leaving Frodo behind, you don’t bother to look at who your next partner will be. At this point, you’ve already been disappointed repeatedly. Still, if Aragorn were here, he couldn’t dance with you anyway.

    Aragorn has a duty as the King to marry someone of worth and someone who will do well for his kingdom, none of which are qualities you possess. Besides, many have already attempted to find partners for him, one major possibility being the daughter of Elrond; Arwen. Aragorn considers her a sister and nothing more, but the people and his advisors see it as a good opportunity for the welfare of the kingdom. Even Aragorn cannot deny that.

    “Will you not look at me, melin?” A gentle voice asks.

    You gape and turn to the voice, who is now taking you in his arms and dancing with you. “Aragorn?” You look around worriedly at the crowd of people celebrating the new King, knowing they’ve started to whisper. “What are you doing?” You hiss quietly as you look down at your feet in embarrassment.

    He gives you a look of genuine hurt and confusion. “Can I not dance with my closest friend?’

    You are silent. He’s reverted back to that again. Friend. He continues to spin you around the floor, the other pairs of dancers suddenly becoming far more interesting than the handsome figure holding you tightly.

    He starts to whisper in Sindarin, determined for you to speak. “Is this about earlier? (Y/N), you and I both know there is something there. You can feel it too, I know.”

    You look up at him for a few moments, finally making eye contact. The crowd’s whispers are growing louder in your ears. You can’t hear what they’re truly saying, but you can imagine their words in your mind. Who is she? Why does he choose to acknowledge her? She doesn’t look to be a queen. Why her?

    Aragorn realises you’ve noticed them. His expression softens, his dark eyes filled with hurt. “This is about them, isn’t it?”

    “Of course it is.” You reply quietly, in a hushed whisper. “And you. You have a duty as King-”

    “I care not for duty, melin.” He tilts his head in the way you’ve always loved. It’s so him. He grips your hand tightly and brings your knuckles to his lips, kissing them gently. His lips barely move as he murmurs, not breaking his gaze from yours. You’re enveloped in his gaze, barely hearing his words and yet hearing them as loud as thunder in a storm at the same time. “But I care for you.”

    He smiles and leans forward, his gentle hand upon your cheek. You don’t stop him, leaning forward a little to meet his lips on yours. You both continue to dance slowly as your lips meet and you bask in the glory of everything that has built up to this moment. Sparks fly as he holds you tightly, swaying across the floor. As you release from the kiss, you gasp for breath, as it lasted a long time. It only felt like seconds and ones that fleeted far too quickly.

    Aragorn cracks a smile once more upon seeing faint tears in your eyes. You’ve been waiting so long for that. Far too long. He reaches a soft hand to your cheek and wipes the tears away fondly. Chuckling lightly, he pulls you into a tight embrace, your head leaned against his chest. “Oh, (Y/N).”

    You lean into him contentedly, blushing and burying your head against his chest upon noticing the Fellowship gathered on one side of the room, sending you smiles and cheers. Aragorn only smiles brighter and holds you tighter, smiling victoriously at his friends and people. He does not care whether you are high in rank. He only cares that you are by his side.

Note: I had too much fun with this one, lol.

Requests are always open!

#lord of the rings #lotr #aragorn #aragorn son of arathorn #estel #aragorn x reader #aragornxreader #xreader #x reader #one shot #return of the king #legolas #merry #pippin #gandalf #gimli #faramir #boromir #gimli can't dance #gimli son of gloin #legolas greenleaf #gandalf the grey #gandalf the gray #peregrin took #meriadoc brandybuck #faramir son of denethor #frodo #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #sam

[lesbiansforboromir]

I’m sorry if you’ve answered this somewhere else, but does Denethor know what his eldest is getting up to with Theodred?

And if Denethor doesn’t know, how would he react to finding out, please?

This depends upon a few things! In general I tend to go for the canon that Boromir doesn’t tell his father because he sees no reason too and Denethor doesn’t find out. Boromir and Denethor have a very paired down relationship, it revolves quite necessarily around their duties and whilst they’re both warmly dedicated too them, Boromir wouldn’t tell Denethor something if it didn’t seem necessary. There’s other stuff to it, Boromir’s generally very private, he struggles in putting himself in vulnerable positions where he’s making something ABOUT him, he doesn’t know his dad’s reaction for certain and JUST the conversation seems like a lot of risk and effort for (in his mind) not much gain.

However! I’ve also pondered a situation where Boromir as a younger and ‘still figuring it out’ 18 year old gets close to being outed. It doesn’t come to anything and he sorts it out on his own without too much fuss, but the incident makes it clear that he might not be in control of this at all times. AND if he were to be outed it would effect his ability to do his job. Which is something he SHOULD tell his dad about. 

So the conversation is very much geared as a ‘report’, after dinner one night Boromir just says ‘I actually have something else to discuss with you, if you have time tonight. Not a pressing matter but it could be important.’ And that is very normal for Boromir to say, and Denethor nods and takes him back to his office, and he asks with a little humour  "so, is this more work for you or for me?" and Boromir laughs and Denethor actually does not know anything is amiss until Boromir pauses after saying ‘I will hope it is just for me, but at the risk it comes to your desk... ‘

And Boromir just! Says ‘I am ill-fated.’ which irritates him because whilst queer communities have other names for themselves, those terms are not universally known, especially not to the general populace, so ‘ill-fated’ is all he has to describe it. And it’s not just derogatory, it’s also unspecific! Other things are called ill-fated, it is not a queer specific term. So Boromir has to clarify ‘in the ‘he is lead to the river’ sense, I have not been formally cursed.’ 

And well Boromir has to distance himself from this moment, it’s a discussion about his duties, it’s not about him, this is not vulnerable. Meanwhile Denethor (a person who only calls himself a man out of necessity not desire or comfort), with his calm and impassive expression, is wrestling down a vicious surge of protective fervour alongside 30 years of queer liberation theory. There are approximately 200 things Denethor wants to say to Boromir, but by this time he knows Boromir’s implicit request has always been to be distant. Denethor’s emotions are too heavy for his son to bear alongside the weight of duty he also carries, and Denethor has respected this need in Boromir. The absolute last thing Boromir would want is to feel like Denethor needs to protect him, that is entirely antithetical to his responsibilities. 

SO Denethor swallows down the ‘that’s my boy, that’s my son’ and the worry and the empathy and everything else, pauses a moment to try and thread the needle here, and in the end he just acknowledges what Boromir has told him, and why. ‘you tell me this as warden, as my heir, and you are wise to do so, for unfortunately, there are those who would use this to sow trouble that goes beyond you or I’ And Boromir is immediately relieved. Because that held all the information he wished to know inside it, without too much intensity. Denethor has no issue with him, Boromir’s position is unchanged, Denethor understands the situation and he is content. 

Boromir says ‘Trouble enough! I am well experienced in navigating it but I am not as blessed as Faramir and luck has toyed with me from time to time.’ and he pauses and then says, ‘I should perhaps not engage with it at all. Which I would do, if you concurred.’ And it's been hard! He's felt guilt during this exploratory phase, he never meant to make a community, he never meant to actually be invested, he needed to know the ‘issue’ enough within himself to control it. But now he's understood by a group! He has a community and he doesn't want to leave it behind, as much as he knows that would be sensible. And Denethor’s say-so would allow him to cut those ties! 

But Denethor’s composure breaks here ever so briefly as he makes this sharp halting motion with his hand. ‘No, no, do not.’ A pause and then, ‘I have every faith in you. And it is always better to have friends than not.’ And truly, it’s never been easier to see relief on his son’s face before! Usually Boromir is unreadable, even to Denethor, but just for this moment it’s almost too clear. Clear enough to see Boromir realise it himself and look uncomfortable about it. A discomfort Denethor knows how to solve, though he resents the remedy, ‘Besides, you are worth more to Gondor a whole man. Splitting yourself into pieces that way would serve no one.’

And Boromir’s smiling! He’s relieved, reassured, settled and back to being confident with this newfound purpose and logic. It WOULD serve no one, and to serve is his ultimate goal and drive. So he is satisfied. And Denethor has to accept, once again, that his son needs his joys to be of service to Gondor to entertain them. Which is gruelling! But exactly what they need! And he wishes again that Boromir were less accepting of his lot, he wishes again that Finduilas was here so that he might tell her this and hear what she would say. IT’S A LOT, but it’s very short! And really like... THATS IT. Everything continues on as it did before, exactly as it did. 

UNTIL PERHAPS... hmm... Boromir’s marriage. I think Boromir would have told Denethor about Theodred eventually. But again that joy had to be muted to be expressed and whilst Denethor was happy to hear of it, they both knew there wasn’t much to be done. Denethor welcomed Theodred warmly to Minas Tirith the few times he came and liked him more for knowing he had Boromir’s love and good opinion. 

But I DO THINK, for the actual wedding, the weight of tradition and ‘rightness’ would finally outweigh the repression. And Boromir wouldn’t have to ask Denethor to move mountains to figure out a way to properly symbolically welcome Theodred into their family. Which is a big deal!! In Gondor!!! Culturally and socially and practically! And Denethor would do his best to either attend the ceremony or craft some other small meeting. And the silk with Theodred’s blue handprint is kept safe in his desk somewhere, marking the tying of Theodred’s fate with the rivers of life of the House of Hurin. 

I GOT... carried away... and a little sleepy towards the end but I hope this is readable I read through it exactly 1 times. 

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