#do gimli and legolas have a tag i can use

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how the fellowship reacts to you singing...

a/n: this was requested - how the fellowship members react to you singing for the first time. It will include the fellowship boys + Faramir, because I adore him and he needs more love. let me know how you liked it! 💗💗💗 (it will be longer than you think lol)

+ tagging my beloved @entishramblings

ARAGORN

at first he wasn’t sure whether his ears were deceiving him

but he stopped and listened carefully, eventually realizing it was you

then all his attention went into listening to you

he very much enjoyed it, but waited for you to finish your little performance before saying anything (didn’t want to interrupt you, nor make you feel awkward)

he wouldn’t be giving you elaborate compliments and praise, just something short and to the point, but you’d see in his face that he genuinely loved it

he likes to listen to you sing, but also sometimes loves to join you and sing together!!!

wants to learn all the songs you know

💫

LEGOLAS

with his excellent hearing, he picked up on you humming tunes quietly as you walked, many times

and he found even that very pleasant

but when he heard you fully singing for the first time he had heart eyes, basically

he thought you have the most angelic, soothing yet powerful voice

he would never ask you to sing anything for him and wouldn’t want to push you, but he would enjoy it so much when you do

he wants to know where you picked up all the songs that you know

his absolute favorite thing is when you quietly sing while braiding his hair!!!!!

💫

GIMLI

an absolute fanboy of yours, openly

as soon as he hears you singing, he wouldn’t only divert his attention only to that...

but he’d make sure to point it out to everyone else as well

I diagnose him with singing off-key, butttt he still wants to share some dwarf songs with you, and you appreciate it

would be the kind of person to be like “now [Y/N] will sing something for all of us” skhssdhgsh

you know it’s all with the best intentions even if you feel self-conscious about your singing

but this guy right here would hype you up so much that eventually you wouldn’t even care how your voice sounds to others

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BOROMIR

he compliments the heck out of you (for singing and everything else)

however he would try not to openly praise you for it to everyone everywhere bc he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

keyword: he would try not to

he cannot sing so he appreciates your talent all the more

can’t help smilingggg whenever he hears you!

very grateful that you’re comfortable with sharing that part of yourself with him

if you ever actually sang in front of a crowd at some celebration or special occasion, this man would combust of pride

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FRODO

can’t help smiling as soon as he hears you, and he immediately recognizes that it’s your singing voice, even from further away

will sneakily approach you so as not to startle you

but he definitely wants to hear more

very curious about where you learned to sing and how you picked up all the songs

it’s a safe haven when you sing something to him, he will literally be in seventh heaven

loves to write and he would be beyond thrilled if you sang some poem that he wrote, but he wouldn’t actually ask you to

enjoys singing together with you

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SAM

is generally easily captivated by beautiful and magical things, your voice absolutely being one of them

will ask you countless times to sing again (but he will be quite shy about it every time)

gives you ideas on what you could sing about

he gives you cute little compliments but wishes he could express all that in a much more elaborate way

it brings him incredible joy to hear you singing from somewhere while he’s gardening

he swear it makes everything grow bigger and more luscious

God forbid anyone makes even a slightly negative comment about your singing, he is ready to throw hands

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MERRY

jaw drops to the floor when he hears your singing voice

this boy is captivated

smooth compliments that make you blush

why can I see him dancing/trying to dance to whatever you’re singing

potentially he’s not THE best singer out there but oh my does he love singing with you

especially spontaneously, out of nowhere

yes actually he would totally dance around when you sing, and he would dance around with you and spin you around until you’re so out of breath that you can’t sing anymore but instead just laugh heartily

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PIPPIN

generally worships the ground that you walk on, and that also implies all your talents and abilities

absolute heart eyes as soon as he hears you singing

(he already loves just listening to you talk, let alone anything else)

ADORES when you two sing together, but initially just a bit shy to suggest it, or to just spontaneously join you

will he come up with songs for you? absolutely

songs for you two to sing together? ABSOLUTELY

would never, in any way, push you to sing in front of everyone else, he actually enjoys it being like a lil thing between the two of you

💫

+ bonus FARAMIR

he heard your voice echoing in the Gondorian halls as you were carrying out some tasks

he was almost convinced it was a sound from heaven

but he followed the sound of it and found you! 

you were a tiny bit embarrassed but he complimented you immediately

he finds it very relaxing when you sing to him and it’s so intimate to him

he will occasionally write poems and cautiously ask you whether you can make up some melody for them and turn them into songs

not the best singer, but loves to join you sometimes

💫

+ bonus bonus character GANDALF

“[Y/N], stop with the unnecessary noise, I am trying to think”

#i am so tired after writing this but i hope it was cute #pls tell me #lotr x reader #lotr headcanons #lord of the rings imagine #aragorn x reader #legolas x reader #faramir x reader #boromir x reader #frodo x reader #samwise x reader #merry x reader #Pippin x reader #gimli x reader #gandalf #sam gamgee #frodo baggins #merry brandybuck #pippin took #legolas #aragorn #gimli #lotr #faramir #boromir #Lotr fanfic #lord of the rings x reader #from my pocketses

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hello, dear! ♡ I saw your requests were back open and I was wondering if I could request more Thranduil smut where the female reader (human) does everything she can to befriend Legolas just so she can get into Thranduil's pants "Do you think I don't know what you are doing?" 🔥🔥🔥 (modern or not. I will let you decide!). Please and thank you so much. I hope you are having a great week.

I hope you like this!

“Mr. Oropherion”

Prompt: "Do you think I don't know what you're doing?" | Setting: Library, and then the bedroom.

Pairing: Modern Thranduil x Fem Reader (Second person POV)

Themes: Smut | Soft | Slow burn | Modern AU

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol use and drunkenness | Age difference | Nicknames | Degradation | Dirty talk | Kissing | Authority kink | Penetrative sex

Word count: 4.3K words

Summary: Finishing university and having to spend the night at your best friend’s place takes a surprising turn when his father reciprocates the feelings you had been secretly harbouring for him.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+

Want to be tagged? Want to know the rules? Read all here.

It was close to four in the morning when you brought Legolas back home.

The graduation party had been a resounding success; everyone had enjoyed themselves. Legolas got into a drinking game with Gimli, and neither backed down. Bottles quickly emptied, stacks of glasses grew, and then, just when it looked like the contest was heading for a draw, Gimli burped, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, and he fell right off his chair. That was when you knew the time had come to take your friend home. Gimli was taken by Aragorn, Boromir, and his brother, so he could sleep at their place.

"My hands tingle," Legolas suddenly mumbled, before slumping deeper into the seat and snoring loudly.

You shook your head and smiled to yourself. Tingling hands? He’s going to be in for one hell of a hangover, you mused. And begging for aspirin the moment he opened his eyes—or perhaps a quick death. Maybe both, depending on how bad the after-effects were. You turned your attention to the road. It was empty at this time, but the incessant rain only served to slow down the taxi. Still, you could make out the bright neon lights and the lightning that split the sky in white, hot flashes of light. The residential area of the city soon neared, and you gaped at all the apartment buildings. It still shocked you that Legolas and his father live in such an expensive place in the city.

Thoughts of Legolas’s father had you reaching into your purse for your phone. You would need help taking Legolas up to the appartment. It didn’t take long, and you were promised someone would be there to help you. You squinted into the gloom and pointed out the correct building to the driver. Sure enough, Feren, Thranduil’s assistant, was out by the main entrance, wallet in hand, to pay the driver. Your apologies were endless and earnest, and Feren brushed them off with a friendly wave of the hand. He and Thranduil had been up most of the night anyway, going over an important contract, finishing up things just before your call came. The three of you had to walk in fits and starts, as Legolas was taller and swayed constantly. It was a trial, taking him through the ground floor, ignoring the stares of the stunned concierges. Then the lift, where Legolas nearly tilted onto the door. Then the top floor, where again, Legolas kept swaying and dragging the two of you with him.

"Will there be a repeat of this after he comes back from his trip?" muttered a highly amused Feren.

"I don’t know," you replied. "Next time it will be Aragorn’s turn to be the designated responsible adult, so you’ll have to ask him."

Feren nearly choked on his laughter. "You lot all take turns?"

"Oh yes," you mumbled, relieved when a familiar pair of doors drew closer. "We drew straws the moment we all became friends in University. Gimli has been grumbling about this arrangement ever since."

Feren snorted and gave you the apartment key. And nearly toppled into the corridor the moment you opened the door. "Easy there, big fella," You managed to brace yourself against the doorpost, to stop all three of you from falling flat on your faces. "Not all that far now; go to bed and sleep."

"I don’t need sleep," Legolas mumbled in his sleep. "I need Tauriel. Where is she? Where is my Tauriel?"

"Sleeping in her own bed," you said and smiled, thinking of the ring you helped Legolas pick out. "And probably thinking of all the things the two of you could do on your trip. Now come on," you let Feren lead the way to Legolas’s bedroom. "Off to bed with you."

"Mmm-hmm," Legolas breathed and allowed himself to be put to bed. His snores started again the moment his head hit the pillow, leaving you and Feren with enough time to dry off his hair and remove his socks and shoes.

"I’ll be heading out then," Feren said, satisfied that his boss’s son was settled in. "Mr. Oropherion said he’d like a word with you after you’ve settled in the guest bedroom."

"Of course," you managed, after having remembered Legolas’s invitation for you to stay over, and rest. "I’ll go see what the old man wants."

With that, Feren said his goodbyes and left. And you, not knowing what else to do with yourself, made your way to the guest bedroom. Everything was just like you remembered it: the comfortable bed and softer silk sheets, the quaint furniture, and the delicate wallpaper, all covered in roses. You noticed none of it while you put your things away and left your duffel bag in a corner. A bath had to come first to get the smell of that party off of you. And how wonderful it was to feel steam and hot water, the soap that felt so good as it glided over your skin. You showered for as long as reasonably possible, and then, one glorious hot shower later, you threw on a nightgown and flannel robe, and padded into the hall.

Thranduil wasn’t there, and he wasn’t in the kitchen. You were certain he didn’t want to meet you in his private rooms, so that left you with only one other place. The library. You took your time, relishing the feel of the soft carpet under your feet, the beautiful paintings that graced the walls, and the photographs. There were so many of them that you probably wouldn’t have been able to count them all. A door then opened, making you jump and clutch your chest in shock.

"Mr. Oropherion," you managed. Thranduil had been standing by the door, still dressed in his office clothes. You tried hard not to stare as he cut a stunning figure in the crisp white shirt and black pants he wore. His hair, usually pulled up into a neat bun, was loose now. "I… I didn’t mean to keep you waiting or anything."

Thranduil studied you keenly, his vivid blue eyes never leaving yours. "It is all right," he said finally, showing no sign of anger or impatience. "Come in. There is coffee if you would like something hot to drink."

"Please," you said cheerfully, perking up at the thought of hot coffee.

And being in Thranduil’s company, of course, although you would never say it out loud. That was the main reason you befriended Legolas in the first place—to try and get closer to his father. Thranduil was a most achingly handsome man, possessing the same platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and strange but pretty leaf-shaped ears as his son had. Captivating and very much the man in charge, Thranduil was also a mystery, a man who was fiercely guarded about himself. Even his own son knew only so much about him, and Thranduil barely spoke to you, although you were frequently visiting Legolas. Now? Now he invited you to his library of all things, with a need to talk to you. You swallowed and walked up to him.

"Feren said you wanted to have a word with me, Mr. Oropherion," you said after going inside and closing the door behind you. "May I ask what for?"

Thranduil said nothing, only gesturing for you to make yourself comfortable at a large, polished table. His, no doubt, the one he used for his work. You were content to curl up on a comfortable leather chair and watch as he brought over two steaming mugs of coffee. Yours he gave first, before making himself comfortable in the chair opposite your own. He studied you again, watching you while you sipped, how your hair had been slicked back and how your cheeks looked all flushed after your shower. His gaze intensified in a way that made your heart flutter, and then he focused on his drink and asked questions about the party, what you planned on doing now that you were done with university, if you had any jobs lined up, and was pleased when he heard you would be starting work in a few weeks time. He then turned the discussion to the matter of his son's plans.

"Legolas showed me the ring." He sighed and took a sip before putting his mug away. "It is quite exquisite, and perfect for Tauriel. I am told you had a hand in it?"

"I had to, when he showed me the rings he had in mind," you said, making a face when you remembered going over Legolas’s choices. "You’d think with a father like you, Legolas would have better taste."

You quickly went back to your coffee, trying to be as casual as possible. The chief purpose of your compliment was for Thranduil’s benefit, not just because you were talking about Legolas’s questionable taste in jewelry. Thranduil didn’t reply but looked at you keenly. You coughed and tried to come up with something else to say. The silence that followed was thick and uncomfortable. Thranduil kept looking at you, thinking of what he should say to you, of what he should say about your comments. In the end, he decided to be direct. 

"Do you think I do not know what you are doing?" He took the mug out of your hands and placed it on the table. His fingers seemed to linger over yours, but you weren’t sure if you were imagining things or not. You coughed again and tried to brush off your comments.

"Do what?"

"Trying to get my attention. Do you think I have not caught on to what you are trying to do?"

"It’s nothing, Mr. Oropherion," you said with a nervous wave of the hand. "Just a silly little nothing, that’s all."

"And the Christmas gift?" Thranduil refused to let it go. "The handmade bracelet for me? Or that bottle of fine wine? One that should have been well beyond your means? How about all the times you would look at me with such deep yearning when your attention should have rightfully been elsewhere? Were those silly little nothings as well?"

Oh, dear. The bracelet could have been explained away, but the wine? You should have known you were overdoing it with the wine, and you now realize you had not been as subtle as you thought when it came to the way you looked at him.

"Does he know?" you asked finally, hoping and praying the ground would open and swallow you whole.

Thranduil rewarded you with a brief but arresting smile. "No. Legolas does not. And since you genuinely care for my son, I have kept my silence on the matter. But that still does not answer my question. Were you trying to get my attention? And no lies, I have neither the time nor the patience for them."

You dropped your head in utter embarrassment. Thranduil tutted gently and curled a finger under your chin, lifting it so your gaze was level with his. "Were you craving my attention, y/n?"

"Yes," you replied meekly.

"I see," Thranduil said slowly, hesitantly, as he ran his thumb across your lower lip. He groaned softly when your lips slowly parted. "Was this a simple liking, something innocent, or was this something more intimate in nature?"

Your cheeks were aflame. "More… intimate… Mr. Oropherion."

Thranduil’s eyes darkened. "You want me to bed you? Have my way with your body?"

"Yes," as bashful as you were, you still answered him. You very much wanted him to spend the night with you. "Maybe more than that."

His smile simply grew, and his eyes glinted wickedly in the light. Thranduil reflected on your answer and came to a decision. The time had come for him to be truthful as well. 

"What if I told you I desired you in return?" He grinned when your eyes widened in both shock and pleasure. "That I had longed for you for nearly a year?  What would you say to that?"

You were stunned and confused. Over the course of the previous year, Thranduil treated you like he always did, with barely any interest. Of course, he would be polite to you, asking about your classes and your exams, but there was nothing beyond that. In truth, it was Legolas who did most of the talking. You weren't sure if Thranduil even listened to you. Now he has freely confessed to wanting you. 

"But you barely spoke to me," you huffed, more than a little hurt that he would keep such a thing from you. "There were times you acted like I wasn't even there."

For this, Thranduil was remorseful. "And I apologize for being so cold with you. I do have very good reasons for concealing my true feelings, and I will talk about them someday soon, but for now I must ask if you would like me to bed you now and make you mine."

Thranduil said no more. He leaned back in his chair and gave you time to think.

He had good reasons, you mused. The age difference, no doubt; Legolas's possible reactions and the memories of his first wife's tragic passing. Thranduil took years to recover, Legolas had once said, and he refused all attempts at relationships, even ones that could only last a night.

Until now.

"Why now?" A wave of insecurity caught you unawares. The Oropherions had come from another country and were old money. Thranduil could have easily set his sights on someone like him, and he could still do it, pretending that there was no one else. After all, longing could mean many things. "And why me?"

"Is it not obvious?" he asked, after seeing doubt cloud your eyes.

"No," you flushed when he took your hands into his. Such large hands he had—hands that were so warm against yours. Thranduil raised yours to his lips, kissing them repeatedly.

"Your skin smells glorious, just like I thought it would be," Thranduil observed, his lips curling into a smile. "And soft. So soft. I cannot wait to feel your hands all over my body."

His gaze cut to yours. Your eyes were fixed on his, your pupils wide and your breathing quick. Doubt still clouded your eyes, and doubt was what he wanted to soothe.

"Are you worried I might set you aside for someone else?"

"Yes," you swallowed, but somehow you clung on to your courage. "You're an Oropherion and I'm... I'm... Me"

Thranduil grabbed your hands by the wrists and tugged on them, pulling you out of your chair and onto his. Your breath hitched when you found yourself on his lap, his arms hooking around your waist. 

"I cannot ask you to simply put complete faith in me, not when you still do not truly know me," Thranduil admitted. "All I can ask is for you to give me a chance. Just one. Will you do that for me? Give me a chance?"

You looked at him, at those startling eyes of his. You found no malice, no ill-intent, just a pair of sky-blue eyes that looked at you in a way no one else had done before. One chance, he had asked. You could risk giving him one chance.

"Alright," hands moving up your waist made your breath quicken again. "One chance."

Thranduil tightened his grip, heady anticipation coursing through his veins. "And can I make you mine now?"

"Yes," you were just as excited as he was. "But where though?"

Thranduil already had a place in mind, and set you down on your feet. When he rose, you had to really look up. Legolas may have been tall, but Thranduil was even taller.

"Come," he said, holding onto your hand. Thranduil led you out of the library and into the corridor. "I know just the place."

That place turned out to be his bedroom. It was like Legolas’s but on a much grander scale, with a large four-poster bed and warm accents everywhere. There was a wooden crest of some sort hung up on one wall, an intricately carved leaf surrounded by vines.

"My family’s crest," Thranduil stood behind you. "Tis an old one; the true meaning of it has been lost to time."

His hand had been moving up your arm, making your skin prickle and warm beneath his palm.

"You can change your mind at any time," he murmured and moved even closer, his other arm slowly circling around your waist. "I will stop the moment you ask me to."

You didn’t want him to stop. Not now, not after what he was making you feel, all warm and feverish and lustful.

"What if I don’t want you to stop?" you replied, your body slowly sagging into his. Thranduil groaned triumphantly and turned you around, his arms pulling you into a tight embrace.

His kiss was far from gentle, leaving you breathless and heady. You willingly yielded, your arms twinning around his broad shoulders when he dipped to carry you, a growl slipping past his lips when your legs wrapped around his waist. Thranduil carried you to across the room, his kisses demanding and unceasing. When he set you down by the foot of the bed, you tried to undress yourself.

"No," Thranduil was quick to stop you. "Let me do it instead."

Your hands moved to your sides while skilled, patient fingers worked on the belt of your robe and drew it away. His eyes darkened at the lace and skin that lay beneath.

"Beautiful," he whispered dreamily, before tugging your robe down your arms. When it pooled around your feet your cheeks warmed immediately. Thranduil stood still for a moment, drinking in the vision that stood in front of him, before gathering you into his arms and kissing you again. You found yourself being carried into bed, its bedspread cool beneath your skin. A blissful sigh parted your lips when his tongue dipped into your mouth. You felt caged beneath him, his body heavy against yours in all manner of wonderful ways. When he pressed himself even closer, your nails nearly ripped into his shirt, leaving gouges in his back. It hurt, but Thranduil thought no pain felt even a fraction as good.

"You are going to be the death of me," he breathed and pulled away, so he could undress himself. Your blush rose immediately when the last of his clothes joined the little pile by the side of the bed and he towered before you like a magnificent sculpture come to life. You didn’t have time to even think as his lips sought yours again. He had to prop himself on one elbow, to avoid crushing you, but his kiss, oh, how sinful was his kiss, hungry and needy, and his touch, heated and possessive, as it moved all over your body. His hair felt thick to your touch, his skin petal-soft against your own. When he ground into you, more than a little hesitant, you threw caution to the wind.

"You don’t have to be gentle with me," you encouraged. When Thranduil stopped, studying you keenly, you cupped his face with your hands. You wanted him to do it, to take control and have his way with you completely. "I mean it, Mr. Oropherion, you don’t have…"

"Sir," Thranduil insisted, having brought down his own inhibitions. He wanted to hold back, to be gentle, to not fall on you like a beast, but if what you asked for was true…

"Not Mr. Oropherion," Thranduil's need to take control slowly overcame him. "Not while we are here, within the confines of this bedroom."

Your entire body flushed heatedly by his tone alone. "Yes," you gazed at him, blood roaring in yours ears. "Sir."

"Come," Thranduil settled onto his knees and held out a hand. When he pulled you onto his lap, you felt his cock—already hard—rubbing against your slick heat. Pinpricks of desire slowly grew as he kept rubbing himself against you, making you mewl and whimper into his shoulder.

"Are you sure about this, princess?" Thranduil growled, his voice deep and husky by now. "You do not want me to be gentle?"

What was it with the way he suddenly called you princess? Why did it make your pulse scramble so? "Yes," you readied yourself, eager for all the things he could possibly do to you. "Sir."  

His lips crushed yours, his arms tightening around your waist like a vice. His teeth grazed over your lips, his tongue pushing past them and flicking against yours when it slipped into the warmth of your mouth. You couldn’t help but purr helplessly, your fingers raking through his hair. Thranduil forgot all sense of gentleness and decency as need lashed at him like a whip.

"So shameless, princess," he cooed, his hand making its way around your waist and onto your thigh. "The way you would look at me. Thinking I would not notice? Pitiful."

"I’m sorry, sir," you sighed when that hand of his snuck under the hem of your nightgown and glided up. "I’m so sorry."

"You should be," he muttered, "You should be very sorry."

Slap.

You jolted when he smacked your thigh. The pain that came was sharp, but the pleasure that followed afterwards…

"More," you begged, "Please."

"Sir," he reminded, before reddening your thigh again. "You forget yourself, princess."

"Sir," you mumbled quickly, "More sir, please."

Thranduil dipped and nipped your throat and your shoulder, taking care not to bruise such exposed parts.

"So needy already," he spanked your thigh a third time, moaning when you tugged his hair. "And I have just gotten started."

He kissed you again; his kisses aggressive and hot. He tugged at the hem of your nightgown, ordering you to lift your arms. The lace and silk confection went up your arms and over your waist before being tossed to the pile of clothes by the side. Thranduil pulled away to look at you, at your bruised lips, your skin gleaming in the lamplight, your disheveled hair, and your eyes, heavy-lidded, dark.

"Look at you," Thranduil grinned wolfishly as he took you in. "Already a mess."

"I am, sir," you snuggled even closer and threw your arms around his shoulders.

Instead of kissing you Thranduil pushed you onto your back, his greedy mouth exploring as much of your body as possible. You could only grip into the sheet when his teeth left darkening patches to bloom in their wake, your back arching every time he nipped at your skin. Your mewls turned into heady moans and Thranduil couldn’t get enough it.

"I often wondered how sweet you would sound when we fucked," he moaned and turned his attention to the soft swell of your breasts, dipping his head to taste. "How sweet you would taste."

"As much as I wondered how good you’d taste," you babbled without even realizing it. Thranduil chuckled before turning his attention back to what he was doing. He licked and laved, leaving your nipples throbbing by the time he had finished.

"Needy little slut, yes?" Thranduil pinned your hands over your head and forced your thighs apart with his. "But do not worry; you will get to taste me later. Lift those beautiful hips of yours for now."

You had just hooked your legs over his hips when he entered you, his cock plunging into your cunt in one quick stroke. He was so big, and it hurt, but the sensations that came with him sinking his length into you—the feel of your walls clenching around his cock—were too good, and the pain was forgotten quickly enough. Then he started to move.

Helpless and pinned beneath him, you found yourself being pushed higher up the bed every time he pulled his hips back and pushed back in, his moans matching yours. Thranduil forced himself to hold on, to wait till you had climaxed, but it had been so long, so very long, and you felt gloriously warm, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

"Come for me, princess," he commanded, "Come for me now."

A wave of intense pleasure rose within you, threatening to drag you under. You let it drag you under, your body splintering as your orgasm ripped through you. Your senses dulled as the world around you seemed to stop spinning. So lost in your blissed-out state that you barely felt Thranduil pull out of you and spill his seed over your belly, his moan that of a deeply satisfied man.

Clarity came slowly. The sweet, restful scent of lavender oil mingled with each breath you took. You blinked your eyes and looked up. Thranduil still hovered over you, his arms trembling, and sweat gleaming on his brow. Slowly, he let go, his kisses going from raw fury to tender pecks. He massaged your wrists, helped you get cleaned up and insisted that you sleep in his bed, reassuring you that Legolas would have no issue with you being with him. Once he was sure you were settled, he quickly threw on a pair of sweatpants and went out to fetch you a glass of water. Legolas had also walked into the kitchen at the same time, and the two shared a knowing look.

"It’s happening?" Legolas asked, and made his way over to his father. "Are you and y/n together now?"

Thranduil filled out a glass of water for him and watched while his son took an aspirin for the headache that was already building in intensity. Legolas knew of his father's plan. He had seen both his friend and father pining for each other and it was he who encouraged his father to take the first step in the first place.

"Yes," Thranduil filled another glass for you and studied his son. "I will date her properly and do my best not to make a mess of things. Y/n deserves better than that."

"Good," Legolas would have grinned, had it not felt like a rat was trying to gnaw its way out of his head. "Y/n will be good for you. Besides, you’ve been a lonely, miserable bastard for too long, dad."

Thranduil blushed but smiled all the same. "One does not expect to hear such language from their own child, but thank you."

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[deheerkonijn]

Hi, do you mind explaining what modverse is? I'm guessing a modern AU version of lotr in some fashion, but is it a fanfic? A collection of art and drabbles? Something else? I confess I usually avoid lotr AU stuff, but your art has seriously lured me in.

Hiya!! This is such a nice thing to say - thank you. I also don't normally go for a modern AU LOL but it's ended up being one of my fave things to do with gigolas because I really love the worldbuilding. :)

So 'mod gigos' is the tag I use on my blog for all of the modern AU content, but a large part of the worldbuilding is a collaboration between myself and @roselightfairy - and we do in fact have a collection of fics that are set in this very same universe! The collection is called Like, Comment, Subscribe and you can find it here, if you're so inclined, including a collection of all of the art made for it (though I admit I haven't updated it in a while so it's not super current).

The focus in this AU is mainly on Legolas, 'cause...y'know. Hims the boy. And it's largely social media themed because, as is the legacy of Orlando Bloom-as-Legolas, his main function in the narrative of Lord of the Rings is to state the obvious and to be pretty. So I gave him the most useless and hard-to-define job I could think of, an influencer (but that's ok, because he's the son of a diplomat and doesn't really need to earn money anyway). He and Gimli meet on Aragorn's campaign trail and the rest is history. :)

#modgigos #thank you for asking! I love these guys

[grey-gazania]

20 questions for fic writers

Yoinked from the lovely @sallysavestheday and @melestasflight!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 65, though one is a compilation of unrelated short pieces.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 199,601

3. What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Tolkien, though I have a few older bits and bobs from other fandoms hanging around.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? In terms of kudos, my various Kidnap Fam stories are overwhelmingly my most popular:

A Stitch in Time (Elrond's life as seen by a quilt)

And They Looked Up and Saw a Star (Early-days Kidnap Fam WIP)

Root and All (Kidnap Fam feat. Maedhros, Elrond, and botany)

Speak No Evil (Kidnap Fam feat. Orkish lessons)

Little Drop of Poison (Kidnap Fam feat. injured Maedhros and healer Elrond)

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to respond to them all, but sometimes my responses are very late, especially if the comment comes when I'm having a depressive episode or a chronic illness flare-up.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Leaving aside unfinished multichaps that will have angsty endings but haven't gotten there yet, it's probably either The Hearts of the Eldar (the Third Kinslaying and all that it entails) or Pain Unbearable (Maedhros' death).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Half Past Ten in the Rose Garden (Caranthir/Caranthir's Wife engagement rom-com). Still debating whether I should add another chapter or wrap it where it is.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Only ever on fics featuring Fingon's wife. Some people get real heated about those.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I don't, nor do I read it. It's very much Not My Thing. I think the closest I've come is The Bed We Share (Fingon/Fingon's Wife, Fingon/Maedhros), which does have a sex scene, but it's not particularly detailed.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No, though I do enjoy reading them on occasion. I'm going to take this opportunity to recommend Evidence by Camwyn on FF.N, which is the single most delightful crossover I've ever read. (Silmarillion/Discworld)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! A kind reader translated Root and All into Russian, where it seems to have been moderately well-received, at least from what I can tell using Google Translate.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope. I suppose I'd be willing to give it a shot, but I do have Very Strong characterization opinions that might make it difficult.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Maedhros/Fingon! Though Elrond/Celebrian and Caranthir/Caranthir's Wife are close seconds, and Glorfindel/Erestor and Legolas/Gimli are very old and longstanding favorites as well.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Things ain't lookin' good for The Longest Journey I Have Known (Fingon's wife and Celebrian travel to Valinor). I am Extremely Stuck.

16. What are your writing strengths? Worldbuilding, character dynamics, and description.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? PLOT. God, I am so bad at come up with interesting plots. Also probably pacing, I need to improve in that respect.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I do it rarely -- in fact I think Maps might be the only Silmarillion story where I've done it. I included a Quenya translation of part of a Yiddish folk song, and in that case I had help from the Lizard Council, and particularly from the esteemed and dearly missed Darth Fingon, who looked over my translation and corrected a few errors.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Star Wars, back in, uh, 1999, I think? I've been doing this for a good 25 years.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Girl, that's like asking a mother to choose her favorite child! But if I absolutely must pick, it's probably The Flight of Birds, which features Elrond, newly arrived on Balar, dealing with his conflicted feelings about his mother.

Tagging @thelordofgifs, @vidumavi, @cuarthol, @swanhild, @leucisticpuffin, @emyn-arnens, @polutrope, @welcomingdisaster, @zealouswerewolfcollector, @that-angry-noldo, @thescrapwitch, @spiritofwhitefire, @swanmaids, @hhimring, @elfscribe, and anyone else who wants to share -- @ me and say I tagged you!

#dash games #fic recs

[sindar-princeling]

many things to say about the elves-dwarves conflict in today's entry!

It's very interesting when you know just how many conflicts between elves and dwarves there were, and how many reasons they have for being hostile (the conflict between Thingol and the Dwarves of Nogrod for example, or the fact that releasing the Balrog hurt the Elves too, or the treatment Thorin's company got in Mirkwood)

I think that's exactly the point, you know. It doesn't matter which conflict they are bitter over, because there were quite a few. Right now, Gimli has every right to be offended that Haldir wants to blindfold him! But Lorien Elves have the right to the hurt they suffered when the Balrog was released, and to be distrustful in uncertain times. But Gimli isn't responsible for this, and he shouldn't have to apologise for things people other than him have done (involuntarily at that)........ but, but, but. You can't reach a true agreement like this, nor can you solve a complex conflict which hurt both sides over the years in any meaningful way. Because while in this particular situation it'd be hard not to side with Gimli, everything that happens in Lorien carries great weight, and is almost symbolic because of that. Gimli's treatment is a situation representative of the conflict. Legolas's words after his song about Nimrodel ("I said not so; yet evil came") is a situation representative of the hurt the elves are allowed to feel. And then, Galadriel and Gimli's exchanges later on are indicative of a much bigger change. No situation here is just about what is happening - it's almost always about the bigger picture.

I think Legolas's comment (or as Jirt would say it, the comment of Legolas) was the most spot on: "Alas for the folly of these days! Here all are enemies of the one Enemy", even though he didn't seem to realise how hypocritical it was, and how rooted in prejudice at the moment

That's why I love Galadriel as much as I do, you know. Because she's the one who reaches out first (she says to Celeborn that Gimli had every right to want to go through Moria when he criticises the choice, she uses Dwarven names for Dwarven places in their first conversation), and through that, she makes Gimli love and appreciate her ever since - which in turn seems to be what helped Legolas get over his prejudices and helped them become as close as they eventually did. I just. I love her so fucking much

this is just rambling mostly, but I saw many people voicing their opinions in the tag today, and I just wanted to add mine!

#lotr newsletter #lotr newsletter spoilers #it's mine my own my precious #gimli #legolas #galadriel

[swanmaids]

fic writer questions - thanks for the tags, @grey-gazania @curufiin and @thelordofgifs! Sorry that it took so long.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 51, though one is a compilation of unrelated short pieces.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 89,680

3. What fandoms do you write for? At present just Silm and Lotr, but I'm hoping to participate in Yuletide this year and thinking about The Handmaiden, Hustlers, Swan Lake, and The Wolf Den as potential fandoms to offer

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

spirited away (outsider pov legolas/gimli)

post mortem (clinical/epistolary post-second kinslaying)

it takes a village (5+1 SoF and celebrimbor)

the straight road (epistolary legolas/gimli)

the stones wept (orpheus and eurydice au legolas/gimli)

It seems like my most popular pieces are L/G or sons of Feanor. And they ARE fun to write about, so I'm not complaining!

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes. But sometimes it takes an embarrasingly long time. Because I suck.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? haven (everyone dies) sister sister (everyone dies) if our deed faileth (everyone dies) woe unto worlds end (everyone dies)

Sensing a theme.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? coastin' (Elwing gets her pussy ate by her sexy husband and has an orgasm)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Lol I'm not relevant enough for that.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes lol. I'm not sure what's meant by "what kind", but I've done F/F, M/M, F/M, F/M/M, M/F/F/F/F and a fairly big variety of kinks so like... most kinds?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No, and I'm not a huge reader of them, although I long for a Silm/Succ crossover

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! The lovely @camille-lachenille translated see it fall, child of war into French. You can read it here.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No. I write very slowly and erratically, which I don't think would be fair to any potential cowriter.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Legolas/Gimli is a long term otp and one couple where I really can't see either side with anyone else (if they want to invite Aragorn or Eomer to join for a night I'm not opposed). Elwing and Earendil is another couple that I feel the same about (and I'm also defensive of them as a couple and genuinely see them as an example of some of Tolkien's most romantic writing). I also really like Celegorm/Orome for being basically perfect for my id.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Eeeh. I'm really trying not to officially throw in the towel on any of my wips. It's just taking me a long time...

16. What are your writing strengths? Can I say smut? I think I'm quite good at setting, food, and clothing descriptions too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Any plot that's more complicated than "emotion in space" or "dick in hole". Also actually DOING the writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I used to do it much more than I currently do. Now I feel like it breaks the flow of the story.

19. First fandom you wrote for? LOTR.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I've said it before but I was really pleased with how one of your girls came out and have reread it a couple of times since publishing. Actually I think I got some writers block after publishing it because I feel like I can't surpass it lol.

This was fun to do! I'm very late to the party so I think most people have been tagged, but if anyone else wants to do it then please go ahead and say I tagged you.

#tag game

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Tag Game: OC Questionnaire (Round 2!)

Thank you to @willtheweaver for the tag!

My questions:

1. Did you have any formal education? If so, what was it like?

2. What is your stance on friends and friendship?

3. How would you describe your relationship with your family?

Gently tagging @fourwingedwriter @writingphoenix @phoenixradiant @illarian-rambling @chronicallydragons @theeccentricraven @thethistlegirl @catwingsathena and open tag!

Your questions:

1. If you had to fight a member of the Fellowship of the Ring (Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Boromir, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli), who would you pick? (assume they know what the Fellowship is)

2. Would you win?

3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could only bring one object, what could it be?

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Representatives from all my posted WIPs will be answering today.

Did you have any formal education? If so, what was it like?

Jas (The Legend of Orian Goldeneye): Yeah, it was pretty standard for the United States. Graduated high school, went to college, got a STEM degree. The whole dreamshaper slash Jumper thing defies a lot of the stuff I know, but a physics background can be surprisingly useful. Ollie (Forsaken: The Doomed City): Not really. I know a lot of 'basic' things, but it was all stuff I read in books. Hiel (Trials of the Six): Well, I'm fluent in two languages, so I had to learn that somewhere, right? Pretty sure there aren't any schools for Mages in the Permafrost, so that would've been self-taught. Luc (Tales from Valaria): Graduated from the school system in Caenum, then studied to become a Watcher under my uncle, where I learned a lot about legal loopholes. And fighting, I suppose.

What is your stance on friends and friendship?

Jas: Would kill for them. End of story. If you want to hurt them, you're going to have to go through me, and you ain't surviving that encounter, buddy. Even if I haven't known them all that long. Ollie: I love my friends to pieces and would never abandon them but... *side-eyes the rest of their group* Any day we've all made it through without dying is a good day. Hiel: It's... interesting... to say the least. I had to get to know everyone all over again, and that certainly effected the group. But they helped me, and I feel obligated to do the same. Luc: That's an interesting question. An interesting question indeed.

How would you describe your relationship with your family?

Jas: Well, it's good enough that I'm sure my parents have noticed I'm gone. Dunno if they'd believe me about the whole dreamshaper slash Jumper shit. Ollie: I have... had... an older sister who taught me everything I know. Now Rowan, Sam and Victoria are my family. Hiel: *shrugs* Luc: I honestly don't know how my mother let my uncle mentor me to become a Watcher. We both thought she was going to murder him after I almost died. She discouraged my little siblings from following in my footsteps, that's for sure.

#tag game #my ocs #writeblr #open tag #oc questions #oc asks #the legend of orian goldeneye #tales from valaria #trials of the six #forsaken: the doomed city #jasper katherine #ollie ftdc #hiel fillius #luc epsilona

[tathrin]

Ehehe, hello, I am here to feed the procrastination gremlin! Those prompts all sound fun, but 21 and 28 are speaking to my heart rn.

Maybe 36 to if you feel up for it but it's your writing and you decide how many you wanna do<3

The procrastination gremlin thanks your mightily! Because I tend to Get Too Long when I write thing, I'm going to preemptively separate these out into their own posts and just assume that I'll ramble too much for it to make sense to do them all in one lmao. Also I will definitely do all three because yes more gimleaf yes. This is an ask meme that I will literally always be accepting prompts for (although if somebody sees this in the tag in like a month or so and wants to send one in, maybe include some context so that I know what that random number I just got in my inbox means? lmao). So, prompt taken from this; anyone can feel free to send other numbers in at any time. Literally.

#21....on a place of insecurity.

Gimli stared at his reflection in the round silver mirror, his hands paused even though his braids were still half-undone. "Do you ever wish that we had crossed the Sea sooner?" he asked.

Legolas blinked at him, cocking his head in that familiar birdlike tilt of confusion that Gimli knew so well.

"Sooner?" Legolas repeated. "How could we have come sooner?" A frown furrowed his smooth, beardless face; a temporary crinkling of skin that would never show the faintest wrinkle. "You mean before Aragorn died?"

"You're right," Gimli sighed. He tugged at his braids, their once-bright copper laced so heavily with strands of silver that he sometimes felt like he had just walked out of a snowfall. "We could not have, of course. But...do you ever wish..."

"Leaving sooner would not have spared us the pain of his death," Legolas said quietly. "It would only have meant that we would not have been there for him when it happened; only have meant that we would not have been there for Arwen or their children either. Knowing of his death only from stories brought by later travelers would not have spared us anything, I do not think; knowing of his death without having been there ourselves would, I think, have only made it hurt the worse, my dear."

"Yes," Gimli said, "yes, of course. I did not mean—"

He stopped. Legolas had walked up behind him and bent down to look over Gimli's shoulder into the mirror. It should have looked awkward, the sight of Legolas's long spine arced at such an angle, but elves were spindly, lithesome creatures. Wood-elves in particular seemed to be as supple and spritely as saplings, and Gimli had yet to witness Legolas contort himself into a position that strained his pliant bones.

"Gimli," Legolas said, "what is wrong?"

"Nothing," Gimli said. He lowered his eyes and his fingers both, twisting his remaining braids into place as quickly as he could without mussing the pattern of the plaits or dropping strands. He scowled, even though he knew that doing so would only deepen the wrinkles that already lined his eyes. "Nothing is wrong."

Long, smooth fingers pressed gently on his own calloused ones until they stilled. Gimli looked down at the overlap of those long digits across his own, the one set brown and spindly as twigs yet unblemished by time or strife; the other pale as underground mushrooms and gnarled by both time and heavy forge-work.

"Gimli," Legolas said. "Tell me."

Gimli turned his hand so that he could enfold those long brown fingers in his own and gave Legolas's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Nothing is wrong, my love," he said again. "I am only feeling melancholy this morning, it seems. Think no more upon it."

He raised the elf's ageless hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to those smooth knuckles, then released it so that he could continue with his braids.

Legolas did not rise. Instead he dropped lower to fold his arms across the back of Gimli's chair, his bright eyes studying the sight of the dwarf before him in the mirror. Gimli avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the intricate plaits that hung from his chin, but he could feel the weight of Legolas's eyes passing over his face, searching for the answers that Gimli would not give him.

He did not find them.

"Will you not tell me?" Legolas asked at last. His voice was soft, his eyes full of sorrow. "Please?"

Gimli sighed and let the braid in his hands droop loose and unfinished down his chest.

He looked up into the mirror again at last and met Legolas's searching, worried eyes there. He looked at that smooth, beardless, beloved face waiting there behind him; unchanging and unchanged from the day they had first met so long ago and far away in Rivendell.

His eyes flicked sideways to his own reflection, to the wrinkles that time had carved beneath his beard; to the strands of silver that wove through the bright copper braids that hung before him. He reached out and pressed his fingers to the mirror, to the sight of the lines around his eyes, and sighed.

"I would not be so old," Gimli said quietly, "if we had come sooner; that is all. I only wonder if you wish, sometimes, that we had. That is all."

Time did not pass in Aman the way it did in other places; or if it did, then it did not feel as though it did, and it carried no trace of decay with it. Gimli had not aged a day since they had first set foot upon these white shores—but he had aged two hundred and sixty-two years before that.

He was still hale and hearty, for dwarves—especially the dwarves of Durin's line—often lived many years longer than that, and rarely weakened before the very ending of their days came upon them. But he was no spritely youngster of sixty-two, either, moping because his father had deemed him too young to go along on a Quest; nor was he a mature youth of not quite one hundred and forty, boldly striding forward at last upon a Quest of his own, all bright brown eyes and ruddy copper beard.

Gimli was old, now, and he looked it. He could see it every morning when he looked in the mirror to do his braids, or every afternoon when he caught sight of his reflection in the cooling barrels at the forge or in some clear, still pool that held Aman's crystal waters. He could see it, and he knew Legolas could as well; how could he not, when he was surrounded by the contrast of all the smooth, beardless, ageless faces of his people?

"Are you tired?" Legolas asked, and his light voice was a dry croak. Shadows as thick as Mordor's fogs filled his eyes, and Gimli turned from the mirror with a cry and caught Legolas's hands with his own.

"No!" he cried. He knew that Legolas was not asking after Gimli's slumber, or weariness from working the forge; was not asking about anything as simple as a day's ordinary exhaustion. He was asking if Gimli was tired of life; if he was tired of eternity. If he was ready, at long last, to claim the gift of his own mortality.

"Legolas, no," Gimli said, squeezing those spindly fingers so tightly that had they been the frail twigs they seemed they would have snapped beneath the pressure of his grip—but elvish flesh was strong, so much stronger than it looked. So were dwarven spirits, and Gimli had no intention of ever growing weary of the world, not so long as Legolas was in it. "I promise," he assured his elf, raising first one hand and then the other to his lips. "Never, Legolas. I am here with you, and I always will be."

Legolas's smile trembled, but it was a smile. Gimli counted it as a victory, and pulled the elf up out of his crouch and into Gimli's lap. He had too much leg to fit on such a short chair, of course, but the two of them were used to that problem; it was no effort at all to fall into the long habits that had his ankles curling sideways under the chair, his elvish flexibility making easy work of the awkward position.

"Then what troubles you?" Legolas asked. He snaked his long arms around Gimli's shoulders and leaned his beardless cheek down to rest upon Gimli's head. "My love, please. Tell me."

"I am old, Legolas," Gimli said. He unwrapped one hand from the elf's slender waist to press his fingers to the cobweb of wrinkles beside his eyes. "You can see it plainly on my face. Old, as no one else in Aman ever will be."

"Bilbo is old," said Legolas.

Gimli rolled his eyes. "Yes, all right," he said. "And Sam, too. But aside from them, everyone else here is an elf—"

"Or a maia," Legolas interrupted. "Or one of the Valar. Or—"

"My point," Gimli cut him off loudly, "is that age is writ across my face in ways that elvish faces do not age. I am only sorry, my dear, that I can do nothing to erase those lines, these streaks of silver; only sorry that you cannot spend eternity beside a dwarf in his prime of life, but must instead contend with these wearisome wrinkles."

Legolas drew away far enough that he could gape down at Gimli. "Wearisome?" he repeated. "Sorry? Gimli!"

"I know, I know," Gimli soothed, "it is a little enough thing, I suppose, and I am not ungrateful; I am only sorry for your sake, my dear—"

"Sorry!" Legolas said again. "Gimli, you everlasting fool of a dwarf! Is this what you've been fretting over all this time?

"...Yes?"

"Gimli!" Legolas squawked. "Oh, my beloved idiot! I feared you were growing tired of forever, and were going to have to leave me! Instead you've just been pouting over how handsome you are?"

"Handsome!" Gimli exclaimed. "Legolas, enough. I am sorry beyond words that I made you worry, but that is no call to mock me—"

"I do not mock," Legolas said. His lilting voice for once was as firm as stones. "I adore every inch of you, Gimli. Yes, even the wrinkles; yes, even the silver in your beard!" He shook his head, scowling down at his dwarf. "Perhaps especially the silver in your beard, for it gleams like mithril in the moonlight, even as the ancient lights of lost Trees are said to still gleam in the locks of the Lady Galadriel, oh Lockbearer!"

Gimli sputtered, heat rising fast in his cheeks. He tried to push the elf away, but Legolas tightened his grip upon his shoulders and refused to be budged from Gimli's knees.

"And your wrinkles," he continued in a softer voice, "are the signs that our years together have etched upon your face, even as your clever hands carve beauty into simple metal and plain rocks. How could I help but love them, when they trace our story out upon your face for all to see?" Legolas leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the sparkle of crows-feet that framed first one eye and then the other, then traced the deep tracks that lines Gimli's mouth and nose beneath his beard. Finally he raised Gimli's hand and pressed a long kiss to those ruddy, wrinkled fingers.

"Legolas, I...I feel I've been a fool," Gimli murmured. He found himself once again unable to meet Legolas's eyes, this time because of the blush that darkened his cheeks with a blaze of hot mortification.

"You have been," Legolas agreed, "but fortunately I knew you for a fool long before I knew you for anything else, my love, and so I am not bothered overmuch."

A watery laugh spilled from Gimli's lips, and he could not help but smile. "And you are as irritating and irreverent as ever," he retorted.

"Of course I am," Legolas agreed, and hopped up off Gimli's lap and the low chair upon which he sat and grinned down at his dwarf with a twinkling smile. "Some things do not change with the passage of time—but even though my face does not show it, I have very much been changed by knowing you, my dear Gimli, and I would not trade a second of it in exchange for a single lifted wrinkle or silvered hair."

"Well," Gimli said, "I am glad to hear it, and sorry now that I did not voice my concerns sooner."

"So am I!" said Legolas. "But I cannot hold it against you when I did not voice mine either, although in my case it was because I feared to pressure you into extending your time in life beyond your own comfort for my sake alone."

Gimli stood and took his elf's hands in his and held them tight. "Forever is only barely enough time to spend at your side, Legolas," he said, "but as it is all the time the world will give us, I will take it; but I will accept not a second less than that, and would not see that time shortened for any reason even if it was only for your own comfort, and not my own. I can think of no greater purpose for one's life than to bring comfort to one whom I so love."

Legolas beamed down at him, his pale eyes bright with unshed tears. "Well!" he said. "That is all sorted, then!"

"Indeed it is," Gimli agreed. He knew that the smile spreading behind his beard was the sort of soft, misty-eyed grin that Peregrin Took had always labeled "absurdly sappy," but he could not help himself; he felt as though he was fairly brimming-over with love, and he could not contain himself from letting it show upon his face, erstwhile sappiness be damned.

"In that case," Legolas said, his damp gaze dancing suddenly with dry mischief, "let me get you out of that tunic and into our bed and I will find all your other wrinkles and properly express my love for them, too."

Gimli decided he could finish his braids later.

#first thought on this one was actually going to be legolas being insecure about his ''naked'' chin when visiting erebor or aglarond #and gimli reassuring him that he thinks legolas is beautiful even without a beard and he doesn't care what any other dwarf thinks #but then my fingers started writing this one instead so. here we are in aman again whoops. #also you should know that around about paragraph three or four i was SURE that this one was going to be short #and i was going to eat my ''oh gosh my stuff always gets too long tee hee!'' words on this one #NOPE! #lmaooooo #these fucking idiots just do not know when to shut up! (and neither do i) #gimleaf #gigolas #gimli #legolas #ask meme #send a kiss meme #lotr fanfiction #my writing #my stuff #aman #lotr #anyway fair warning this one gets a little sad but then it's happy again in the end #because these two are so relentlessly untragic they cannot help but have a happy ending always no matter what #and anyway isn't that just the elvish experience in a nutshell? (except happier because it's them and they're Like That) #this ship sails itself all the way to valinor

[frodo-with-glasses]

4, 6, 13 (especially 13; love you for the semicolon tattoo Frodo has)

https://www.tumblr.com/frodo-with-glasses/711440150764355584/group-chat-shenanigans?source=share

Ooh, great choice >:-D Let’s go!

(Read the whole comic here!)

4. What part of this piece was the most difficult to draw?

It's exactly what you might expect: Frodo's left arm (the one holding the phone) in the last panel definitely gave me some trouble. I was trying to find a pose that both a) looked natural and b) made Frodo's tattoo visible; you can actually see how many lines I drew and erased in the zoomed-in picture in this reblog.

I also had to try multiple different positions and designs for the tattoo before I found one that I liked. In a few early attempts, the tattoo actually went down the length of his arm! But in the end, I'm glad I kept it contained to the wrist.

6. What is your favorite part of this piece?

Oh man, it's so hard to pick! I love all of the modern designs, and I think most of the drawings turned out really well. (Pippin looks a bit wonky, but that's just because I'm not used to drawing people who are upside down.) In the end, I think my favorite part is just the slew of "Benadryl Cabbagepatch" names. That was a HYSTERICAL day on the Fig Tree Server, and I love seeing everyone's creativity and crazy senses of humor coming together like this! X-D

13. What Easter eggs/small details are hidden in this drawing?

OKAY *cracks knuckles* lemme give you the whole breakdown here.

Usernames and Avatar Icons

Frodo - DownFromTheDoor (referencing Bilbo's poem) - a book (because he's a nerd)

Pippin - tookursnacks (because he's a Took and he likes to eat) - peace sign (dunno, just felt appropriate)

Sam - taterz (obvious) - a potato (also obvious)

Merry - Herbmaster (because he really likes pipeweed) - the Horn of Rohan

Fatty - BigPapa (because he's. he's big) - plus signs (see previous)

Rosie - RoseGardens (cute play on her name) - a rose (same)

Gimli - Rock-n-Roll (dwarves like rocks) - an axe (obvious)

Aragorn - Telcontar (Elvish for "Strider", the dynasty name Aragorn chooses for himself) - crown surrounded by seven stars (part of the sigil of the King of Gondor)

Legolas - TraLaLally (reference to the 1977 Hobbit movie) - bow and arrow (obvious)

Boromir - TEAMGONDOR (in all caps because he is A LotTM) - the Horn of Gondor (obvious)

Tom Bombadil - Tim Bimbadimdim (I thought it would be funny) - a feather (he has one in the brim of his hat)

Goldberry - 💛🫐 (suggested by someone on the server, unfortunately not at all obvious in a black-and-white art style) - a star (seemed appropriate)

Gandalf - Gandalf (obvious) - wizard's hat (also obvious)

Design Choices

All four of the main hobbits (Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin) have a bracelet with a Single Bead, indicating they are part of the Core Friend Group

Merry wears dog tags and a watch. I imagine he has served in the military in some capacity, or aspires to do so; and the watch is there because he's the kind of detail-oriented person who's very concerned with being on time.

Sam and Rosie have matching bracelets: his is the sun, and hers is the moon. (Someone pointed out that the little thing hanging off her phone also looks like a sun. This is correct, but the bracelets were supposed to be the matching set.)

Rosie is also the only one of the gang to have a decorative phone case and a PopSocket.

Aragorn's mug says "GONDOR U", and the icon on his laptop is the shards of Narsil. It's kinda hard to see, but he also has a ring on his left hand, indicating that he's either engaged or married to Arwen.

Frodo gets the most Easter eggs. He too has a watch, because he's the sort to at least TRY to be on time; he has the tattoo, reading "worth f;ghting for", as aforementioned; and his shirt is a polo from the company Hang Ten, as indicated by the little feet embroidered on the lapel! I chose that one for two reasons: number one, little feet is Very Hobbity, and number two, they're my dad's favorite brand of polo. (He likes the little feet.)

PHONE DETAILS. Merry, Pippin, and Legolas are the only ones to have Extremely Fancy New Phones with three cameras on the back, because they are rich kids who can afford to have that sort of thing. Gimli is also rich, but his phone only has two cameras because he's not an Instagrammer. Sam and Rosie only have two-camera phones because theirs are cheaper older models. Everyone has phone cases except for Legolas. Gimli's phone case is a Particularly Chunky Heavy-Duty OtterBox. Aragorn is the only one with a laptop because he's Old. And, as aforementioned, Rosie is the only one who has a PopSocket.

Initial Conversation

I did actually plan the chat in the first panel very carefully! If you look at the time stamps beside the messages, you can see how the conversation picks up speed. It starts with Frodo declining some kind of an activity that night, saying he's busy with something else. Pippin responds, asking what he's doing. Frodo replies and sends photographic evidence, calling Bilbo "Beebo". Sam thinks this is very funny and repeats "Beebo". Frodo, encouraged by Sam thinking this is funny, doubles down the joke with "Beebo Bongos". Then Merry jumps in with "Blorbo Bagpipes". By this point, messages are coming in within the same minute, and then the rest of the chaos unfolds. X-D

Anyway, thanks for giving me an excuse to ramble about this comic! I had a lot of fun drawing it and I'm delighted to share the Deep Lore LOL

ARTIST COMMENTARY ASK GAME!

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[middleearthpixie]

Promise Me ~ Chapter Eleven

Summary: Friends since childhood, Gabriella has long held back her feelings where Boromir is concerned, as she did not want to risk losing his friendship if he didn't feel the same. But, then he is summoned to Rivendell, and the night before he is to leave, he stuns Gabriella by confessing his feelings for her as well. 

But, war is coming and he cannot put off what he knows must be done. All Gabriella can do is wait for him and pray for his safe return. 

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Gabriella

Characters: Gabriella, Boromir, Aron

Warnings: none 

Rating: T

Word Count: 4.1k

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Previous chapters can be found here.

Gabriella managed to sit and listen as Boromir explained what had happened to him, to the Fellowship, after they left Rivendell. It wasn't easy, as he paused, sometimes for several long moments as he gathered his thoughts, and when he came to Amon Hen, and what happened with Frodo, she had to press her hands to her lips to keep from interrupting him.

His voice wavered. His eyes reddened. But he met her gaze as he said, “I tried to take it from him, and had he not used it, I’ve no doubt I’d have done whatever I needed to in order to do just that.” He tilted his head back to stare up at the ceiling, and drew in a slow, shaking breath. “And as soon as he vanished, I realized what I’d done, realized how much fear I’d put into him. He is almost literally half my size, Gabby, and a hobbit. He knew nothing of fighting or defending himself. And I knew that. I knew it and I used it to my advantage.”

“But you didn't harm him?”

He shook his head. “No. He vanished. Vanished and rightly ran off and I—I don’t know what happened to him. I don't know what became of him. I was supposed to protect him, Gabby. Supposed to keep him safe and see him to Mordor and I failed. I failed him. I failed Merry and Pippin. I failed them all. Because of my own greed, my own lust to be the one to end Sauron and restore order and protect my people. I wanted the glory of it all for myself. And look what happened.”

“Perhaps he made it to Mordor after all. I mean, Sauron’s armies were defeated here, perhaps that’s why. Perhaps he destroyed the Ring after all.”

“I have no way of knowing.” He began pacing then, walking from the front door to the ones leading to the kitchen and storeroom, the floorboards creaking with each step. “As I was going back, not to tell anyone what I’d done, but most likely to lie to them about it, I heard them and I—I knew I had to stop them.”

Her heart picked up its pace, her blood roaring through her ears as she knew what was coming next. Still, that didn't stop her from murmuring, “Stop who?”

“The orc pack that had been tracking us.” He paused his pacing as he met her stare and offered up a sheepish smile. “Had I not been trying to steal that blasted Ring for myself, I’d have been with Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli and I’d have heard them, we’d have seen them and been ready. But… it was just the two halflings and I have no idea how many orcs. And I got between them.”

Her eyes stung and her throat seized as he went on. “I never saw the first arrow. I’m not even at all certain I’d heard it. I simply felt it. Felt the burn, felt it spread and it served only to make me angrier. I ignored it. Drew my sword and swung at anything and everything in my path, and told those two fools to run. I was lost, but they—they weren’t. Not yet, anyway.”

He no longer met her eyes, but looked somewhere over her right shoulder, and her heart slammed into her ribs with such force, she wouldn’t have been surprised if a rib shattered. She knew what was coming and although she also knew how it ended, it still pained her to hear it. “Boromir…”

“I had to keep them safe, Gabby. I had to and I wasn't going to. There were so many of them… and the arrows just kept coming.” He pressed a hand to his chest, where directly beneath his tunic, the small bandage remained, and then did the same to his left thigh. “I could barely breathe and could see even less, but I held them off until I could no longer stand.”

Gabriella pressed her lips together once more, swallowing hard against the sob rising in her throat. She could imagine the scene and her heart ached for him. He looked over at her then, and another sheepish smile came to his lips. “I fell to my knees and all I saw was the filth above me, loading his bow. He took aim, between my eyes, I think, and I knew that was it. In a moment or two, it would all be over. My life would come to an end and do you know something?”

He looked over at her, and sensing he expected an answer, she shook her head. “No. What?”

“Do you know what I thought in my last moments?”

Her throat squeezed so tightly, she could barely force the word out, her whispered, “What?” breaking as she held his gaze.

“You.” His eyes softened, a hint of wonder creeping into them. “I was about to die and all I could think about was you.”

She pressed her lips together to keep them from trembling even as she breathed, “What?”

“I’d promised you I’d be back. And I was going to break that promise and it was my own stupidity that set those events in motion. My own greed. My lust for power.”

She stared at him for a long moment, then eased down from her stool and crossed to him, slipping her arms about his waist when she reached him. He stiffened, but she ignored it as she held him tighter, pressed her cheek to his chest, and whispered, “I am so very glad you are here, that you are here to tell me, Boromir.”

He said nothing at first, nor did he move, but then… he wrapped his arms about her. Wrapped his arms about her, pressed his cheek into her hair and when he trembled, she realized he was crying. There were no loud sobs, or theatrics of any sort, but she knew he cried just the same.

“We will find out what became of your hobbit,” she murmured, slipping her hands beneath his tunic to stroke his back gently. “And we will know soon enough if he was able to complete your quest.”

“I’m sorry…” 

“Shhh… I know.” She tightened her arms about him, as if to protect him from… from what? His own thoughts? His own fears? She didn't know, all she knew was she wanted to protect him from something. From everything, if that was even possible.

He went still against her. “I’ve disappointed everyone, let them down. I’ve failed in what I’d been entrusted to do.”

“You are human, Boromir, and just as flawed as the rest of us. You carry the weight of Gondor on these broad shoulders and you have for a long time, and you had a moment of weakness but for a noble reason. You wouldn’t have used the Ring for anything other than to keep Gondor safe and to see Sauron destroyed and I know you would not have harmed your Frodo, but would have stopped short of doing so.”

She pulled away then, and reached up to curve her hands against his face. “You did stop short of it and I know you’ll tell me it’s because he vanished, but you would have, regardless. Nothing you can say will ever convince me otherwise.”

“Because you refuse to see me as I am.”

“No,” she shook her head, “because I know you and I know you well. I know the pressure on you, and the weight you carry and how you wanted only to protect your people. And now, you must forgive yourself, for the people of Gondor need their steward. And before you argue with me again, know, I do see you as you are.”

He shook his head. “No, I am not the man they need. And if Aragorn lives still, then he is the rightful ruler, he is Gondor’s king.”

“What?” She shook her head. “We have no king.”

“We do. And should he return, I will gladly step aside and allow him to ascend his throne and I will offer my services to his army, should he require them.”

“Are you certain? You are Denethor’s heir.”

“I know,” he nodded, “but if Aragorn returns, as I said, he is the heir to the throne and will make a fine king. I won’t be needed. At least, not in the stewardship role. I can, of course, serve him by remaining a Captain-General in the Guard and I will do so willingly.”

“And they will be fortunate to have you still.”

“I am not so certain of that.” He said it with a smile, and catching her by the wrists, he tugged her hands from his face and linked his fingers with hers. “Tell me, do you expect your parents to return any time soon?”

“As in soon tonight, or soon in the near future.”

“Either one, I suppose.”

She offered up a long look. “What are you about, Boromir? I am not at all certain I trust that gleam in your eye.”

“What gleam might that be?”

“Boromir.”

“Gabby.”

“It’s all closed up above, it’s stuffy, and probably smells of musty linens.”

“I care not,” he told her, giving her hands a squeeze. “We can open a window.”

“You cannot be serious.”

“Love, I do not joke about taking you to bed.”

“Boromir!” The last syllable of his name whooshed from her as he playfully grabbed her about the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut as her head spun from the sudden pressure change and slapped her hand against the firm mound of his left cheek. “Take care and mind your wounds.”

“My wounds are fine.” He trod toward the the kitchen. “Trust me.”

“Don’t you dare drop me.”

“I would never be so careless,” he assured her, striding through the kitchen, to the back staircase leading up to the apartment over the tavern. 

It was stuffy up there, but she forgot all about that as he playfully tossed her onto her narrow bed and smiled as he loomed over her, all broad shoulders and wide chest. He winked, then went to throw open the windows on the far side of the room to let in the cool, damp air and a few minutes later, the rain and the mustiness of a closed up apartment ceased to matter.

“This sheet smells like a wet towel that had been left in a corner to rot,” she murmured, tucking her head against his chest as he drew his arm about her.

His fingers smoothed lightly along her hair, murmuring, “I cannot smell anything but the lavender than clings to your hair. As far as I can remember, your hair has always smelled of it.”

“You know what my hair smells like?”

His fingers stilled momentarily. “You sound surprised.”

“I am.”

He pressed a kiss into the top of her head. “Why?”

“I didn't think men noticed such things.”

“We do.” He pressed a kiss into the top of her head. “Where certain women are concerned, that is.”

She sighed softly as she snuggled against him. Only the light sheet covered them, but Boromir truly didn't seem troubled by the hint of mustiness woven into the fabric. And truth be told, she didn't mind much, either. She was just happy to be laying there, entwined with him, her fingers tracing lightly through the golden hair curling away from his skin. A hint of leather clung to him and much like the lavender scent of her hair, his scent was unique to him and she would recognize it anywhere. 

Rain still pattered softly against the roof, and the sound was as soothing as the stroke of his fingers along her hair and the sound of his soft breathing. It was as perfect a moment as she had ever experienced, one she would forever treasure, and as she gazed up at him, his profile illuminated by the lone candle on the low chest of drawers, she wondered what he was thinking about at that very moment. 

“Boromir?”

“Yes?”

“What was Rivendell like?”

“It was beautiful. Peaceful.” The linens rustled as he shifted onto his side, propping his head on his fist. “And it was a far cry from what we found in Moria.”

“Moria?”

He nodded. “We originally tried to go over Moria, along the Caradhras, but Saruman tried to bring the mountain down on us and then tried to bury us alive in snow. Frodo decided we would instead go through the mines of Moria. And that was where we thought Gandalf had perished, at the hands of the balrog. Which was far worse than the orcs and their blasted cave troll.”

“They had a cave troll?”

“They had a cave troll.”

He said it with a hint of a smile and she reached out to curve her hand against his cheek. “I’ll wager you were a sight to behold, fighting off a cave troll.”

His eyes slid shut for a moment as she swept her thumb along his skin. “I don't know about that, but I did keep Frodo from falling into the abyss, kept the lot of them from doing so. I spent a good deal of the time carrying two of them about. And I tried to teach Merry and Pippin how to defend themselves with the swords Aragorn gave them. It was… I had to remind myself from time to time that they were not children, despite being young and small. They’re adults, but the size of nine year olds.”

“I can just see that as well.” 

“I was terribly uncomfortable, though. In Rivendell and Lothlórien, I mean. I found no peace there, despite how safe both places were.”

“Lothlórien?”

“Yes, in the North. The Lady Galadriel and her husband Celeborn oversee it and when we found our way out of Moria, they offered us shelter.” He smiled. “Actually, they captured us in their wood and Aragorn explained why we were there, and then they offered us shelter.”

The chain about his neck glinted in the candlelight, as did the bear medallion. “I’ve heard tell she is very beautiful. Lady Galadriel, I mean.”

“She is. But… she also makes me uncomfortable. She has a way of speaking to you, without using her voice. And yet, you hear her. As plain as I hear you now. She spoke of the fall of Gondor and my father’s failing rule and yet, she spoke of hope. And I hadn’t felt any of that both before and after she said the words.

“But,” he smiled down at her, “now I do. I think this is the hope of which she spoke. Not that my father would somehow restore Gondor to its former glory, but that there is a future for me. Here. With you. When I was on my knees in that clearing at Amon Hen, all I wished for was to be allowed to survive that and to come back to you. I would make it all up to the halflings in time, but I desperately wished to see you one last time.”

“You can still make it up to them. Did you and Pippin make peace?”

He nodded. “We did. And when Merry awakes, I will go to him on bended knee as well. And if he awakens, perhaps there is hope for Faramir, as well.”

“I think you’ve learned that there is always hope. Even when the night is at its darkest, the sun will rise come morning.”

“So I’m learning.” He leaned over then and captured her lips with his in a slow, lingering kiss. 

Her eyelids slid shut as he broke the kiss to nuzzle her, his goatee tickling along her sensitive skin, and she couldn't hold back her laugh.

“Are you laughing at me?” His whisper swept against her ear.

“Hardly. But I am ticklish, it seems.”

He nuzzled her again, his laughter mingling with hers as she squirmed to get away from him. Then, he pulled back, and reached to brush her hair away from her face, his green eyes tender as he whispered, “I do love you, you know.”

Her laughter died away as she held his gaze. “I know.”

“What is it?” he murmured, his fingertips brushing along her cheeks. 

“You walked all that way, and so badly injured… how?”

“I didn't walk the entire way. The elves had given us boats and I took one back, thinking water was far safer for me to traverse. But, I must have fallen unconscious at some point, for all I know is I found myself beached and had not the strength to move the boat back into deeper water. So, that’s when I began walking. And before you ask, I have no idea where I was. I only know is it took me about three days to get from there to here.”

“Stubborn man.”

“Determined man.” He carefully eased himself over her and smiled down as he added, “I had a very good reason to want to come home, you know.”

“And the elves offered no help to your Fellowship?”

“There was nothing they could do. But, they offered us food and shelter, and gave us cloaks that would help us blend with the forest and the like, so they did what they could.”

“So, that’s where it came from?”

His forehead furrowed. “That’s where what came from?”

“The beautiful cloak and clasp I saw in your apartment.” She couldn't resist teasing him. “For a moment, I thought I might have cause to be jealous. That perhaps you’d had your head turned by another woman.”

“I’m fairly certain the only woman whose head I could turn when I am a sweaty, scruffy, unwashed, bloodied mess is you.”

“I don't know about that. Perhaps this is wrong of me, but you happen to be very desirable when you’re a sweaty, scruffy, unwashed mess. Although, I could do without you being bloodied, to be honest.”

“You would think so.” He let out a soft chuckle. “Either way, I wasn’t interested in any women. All I wanted was to do what we’d set out to do and then return. I wished to see this war end and for peace to come about in its stead and to come back home alive and in one piece, as I had promised you I would. And now? Now, I wish to go back to my chambers, where we might sleep in comfort on sheets that do not smell of musty toweling and dust.”

“I cannot come back with you. People will talk.”

“No, they won’t.” 

“Of course they will.”

“Then I suppose I will stay here and ignore the mustiness and dust.” He dipped to kiss her softly. Kissing was something he seemed to thoroughly enjoy, as he never rushed a single kiss. Instead, he treated each kiss as if it was to be savored, as if her lips were a delicacy he feared he’d never sample again. Each one was slow and lingering, as much a caress as anything else, and when he broke it to brush those same teasing lips along the side of her neck, Gabriella couldn't hold back her sigh.

“Do I bore you?” His whisper came light along her skin. “Is that why you sigh?”

“Not at all,” she murmured with a smile. “Just enjoying your attentions, is all.”

His soft laugh echoed in her ear, his lips brushing the outer shell of it. “Did you truly think I would be looking at other women, Gabby? When I knew you were awaiting my return?”

“Well, elves are stunning. I doubt anyone would fault you.”

He drew back then, his eyes glittering in the candlelight. “They are, true. But, so are you, you know.”

She reached up to sweep back a lock of dark gold hair that fell over his forehead. “Compared to an elf-maid? I think not. I’ve heard they are all tall and thin and beautiful.”

“They are. But they are also rather dull, if you ask me.” He dipped toward her again, his lips just barely brushing hers as he whispered, “I prefer tiny spitfires who think nothing of putting me in my place, even when they are afraid to swing at me during sword practice.”

“I am not afraid to swing, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you if I do.”

“Hurt me? Love, I am not so certain you would actually hurt me at all. You are half my size and I am at least five stone heavier than you.”

“Has no one ever told you to not be fooled by size?”

“Gabby, you aren’t going to hurt me.”

She planted both hands on his chest (taking care to not hit his wounds) and shoved to flip him onto his back, then, she shifted astride him, grabbing both hands to pin them down on either side his head. “See?”

The sparkle his eyes brightened, but then those green irises darkened as he growled,  “I do, indeed.”

“Boromir!”

“What? It’s a lovely view, Gabby.”

Heat flared in her cheeks as his gaze slowly slid down her body and she bit back a smile as his body betrayed him. Or perhaps it wasn't a betrayal at all, since his gaze locked with hers and a slow smile accompanied that sudden pressure at the apex of her thighs. 

A hint of shyness swirled through her at that hungry gaze. After all, she and Boromir might have been friends since the beginning of time, but they were only recently lovers. They were already comfortable with one another, but it was something entirely different, being this intimate with one another. She’d never played with a man this way, never felt comfortable enough with one to do so. But with Boromir, it all flowed so naturally, she didn't second guess her words or actions or impulses, but simply gave into them. 

“What’s on your mind?” His low voice broke through her reverie as his eyes softened again. 

She released his wrists to sit back, almost smiling at his soft groan when her weight shifted and that pressure grew stronger. “It’s silly, is what it is.”

His hands came to rest on her thighs, his thumbs gently stroking the inner slopes. “Tell me.”

“You’ll think it—and me—stupid.”

“Never. And I have become quite the expert on stupid actions and words, remember.” He gave both thighs a gentle squeeze. “Tell me.”

The heat swirling through her worsened and had nothing to do with the way he gazed up at her and nothing to do with the fact that he couldn’t hide his growing arousal and everything to do with the fact that the last thing she wanted was him thinking she’d gone completely idiot. 

She drew in a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and instead of telling him what she’d truly been thinking, she said, “If I told anyone about this side of you, they would think me a liar.”

His lips pursed slightly, and she had the feeling he didn't believe her. But if that was true, he said nothing about it. Instead, his fingers tightened on her thighs once more and he said, “I’m allowed to be soft with you, Gabby. You won’t think me weak for it.” 

“You? Weak?” She shook her head. “You are the very opposite of that, Boromir, and I think we both know that.”

As she spoke, she traced gently along the bandage just below his collarbone. “Three arrows and they still couldn't bring you down. Three arrows and you walked back here of sheer will. You walked back here with those terrible wounds.” Her throat tightened as she slid her finger gingerly  over the edge of the linen still wound about him, as the realization sank into her as to how seriously he’d been wounded, that those foul creatures thought nothing of trying to end his life.

Her eyes stung as she gazed upon him now, his green eyes tender, his fingers light as they swept along her skin. No man ever gazed at her the way he did just then, and to think of him being gone—truly being gone—was too terrible to contemplate. She’d had a taste of what it would be like and had no desire to ever know it again.

“Gabby, I’m going to be fine.”

She nodded at his whisper, unable to bring herself speak. She didn't trust her voice. Didn't trust it to remain calm and steady, as her eyes filled and she ducked her head.

“Come here.” He caught her by one wrist to draw her flush against him, wrapping his arms about her as he whispered, “I am here and I am going to be fine in time, love. Shhh… shhh…”

She couldn’t hold back those tears any longer, burying her face in his neck, against the rough scruff where he had not yet shaved yet. His arms tightened further, and he brought one hand up to smooth along her hair, then cradled the back of her head. 

He said no more, but only held her, until she calmed against him. 

#Lord of the Rings #LOTR AU #Boromir #Boromir fic #LOTR fanfic #Lord of the Rings Fanfic #Fan fiction #LOTR fanfiction #AU #Boromir x OC #Is it hot in here? #Romance #Sean Bean #Everybody Lives

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @tildeathiwillwrite!

OC Questionaire

My questions:

1. If you had to fight a member of the Fellowship of the Ring (Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Boromir, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli), who would you pick? (assume they know what the Fellowship is)

2. Would you win?

3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could only bring one object, what could it be?

I'll answer for the Honor's Outcasts crew :)

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1. If you had to fight a member of the Fellowship of the Ring (Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Boromir, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli), who would you pick? (assume they know what the Fellowship is)

2. Would you win?

(I'll put the responses for these together)

Izjik: "Go big or go home! Aragorn, you're ass is mine!"

(Yeah, no. Izjik is good, but she's not Aragorn son of Arathorn good. She's getting her shit kicked in)

Sepo: "Hm, maybe that fucker with the shield? I think I could sneak up behind him and put a dagger in his throat."

(I'd give him 50/50 odds against Boromir, depending on if he can actually sneak up on him)

Twenari: "Ugh, I'm no good against ranged attacks, so I'll take the dwarf. So long as I can keep him at bay, I should be fine. He looks tough, but maybe not seven fire blasts to the face tough."

(And she's right. If Twenari can keep Gimli at a long range, she should be fine)

Djek: "Gods beyond, I gotta fight these guys? Fuck it, I'll take the short, squirrley looking one."

(Djek could probably beat Pippin. They'd both take it easy, though, and go smoke a bowl afterwards)

3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could only bring one object, what could it be?

Izjik: "My washava. It's a rope. It's a weapon. I can use it as a snare if need be. I'd have never survived the Trench without it!"

Sepo: "I'm a siren, I'm not getting stranded on any damn island. ...But if somehow, magically, I was trapped there, I'd take my dagger. It's the first step in making most of the things I'll need to survive."

Twenari: "Firewood. I can light it with my magic, and then I'll have a signal flare."

Djek: "A whole lotta alchemist-grade kishra. I ain't surviving a godsdamned desert island - look at me - so I might always make those last days fun!"

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I'll tag @faeriecinna @mk-writes-stuff @scribble-dee-vee @thebejeweledwatercat and anyone else who wants in :)

Your questions:

If you could learn any skill instantaneously, what would you choose?

What do you think is your problem?

What is your first memory?

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[rowan-guerrins]

9 fandom peeps to get to know better:

thanks @dragonagelesbian for tagging me! i am so eept rn so i have,,,, no idea how coherent this’ll be lol

3 ships you like: gigolas (gimli and legolas; i refuse to use any ship name other than the most ridiculous one lmao) (they invented love methinks); nerdanel x fëanor (their love and epic divorce compel me… rotating them in my brain like The Cube); and bagginshield (idiots 🫶). i like (love, even) many ships akfkskf but right now im in my tolkien era (again.) so uhhh yeah. all tolkien ships here. shoutout to dinkus tho.

first ship ever: literally aragorn and arwen. i was obsessed with them and wanted them to be my parents. in after-school daycare i would sit in front of a whiteboard and draw a big ole castle and draw out my elaborate fantasy role play i had w a friend in which i WAS their child. this brainrot has been with me for as long as i can remember i inherited it i will live forever with it. incurable disease (liking tolkien) haver.

last song you heard: squints. well earlier i was SINGING many songs from the broadway beauty and the beast musical but that was acapella so that doesn’t count. it’s uhh. (opens spotify). well i’m halfway through doom days by bastille (doom days by bastille my beloved). so that. (unless you do count what i was singing for some reason. in which case. uhhhh. if i can’t love her. THEE beauty and the beast song of all time. helloooooo is this thing on do you hear me? do you understand? it’s the musical song of all time to me actually. it’s so good. listen to it. evermore wants what she has.)

favorite childhood book: uhhh so i only remember really early childhood and later childhood. i know i had other favorites between like 5-8 or so. but you’re getting what i can remember ajdjwjd. as a YOUNG kid i loved “goodnight moon”. the kids book of all time. and in later childhood, outside of my obsession with the warrior cats franchise (a given), i really loved the inheritance cycle books. i need to reread them so bad SO BAD. also i need to get the illustrated edition of eragon. shakes.

currently reading: “the fellowship of the ring”. don’t look atme. don’t— look. look. when i said it’s my tolkien girlie era again. well. yeah. anyway. i am. 97-98% thru it so probably it will change to two towers. also TECHNICALLY. i am still. technically. reading “carmilla” (she’s somewhere in my room but i don’t know where oops). and also. technically. “the silmarillion” (LOOK.), because i need to actually read it all the way thru for once and not just skip to the bits about my favoritest worst guys alive who are hated by god and also do war crimes but they’re funny. so it’s. look. it. it’s okay. hey look at me. the murder is not a big deal. it’s all so catholic here. i’m more worried about that.

currently watching: stares into the distance. it’s been so long since i’ve watched anything. at least TV/movie-wise. i watch a simmer’s streams and youtube vids is that anything? no…. naur…. i think the last. thing i watched was. uh. an episode of ATLA.

currently consuming: BALDURS GATE THREE. i am obsessed w my tav rn. i restarted my playthru bc i wanted to good recruit minthara bc i feel like she’d have a crunchy dynamic w my tav, lleuad. somehow less crunchy than i expected but we just got her so who’s to say. anyway. shakking,,,, look at Them. (talking to one of the besties.)

currently craving: japanese curry……… mmmm. with. chicken katsu. yeag

tagging: open tag bc actual tagging always gives me anxiety lmao. if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged!

#once again the epic highs and lows of high school football. in that. #the epic highs of being tagged in stuff (fun!!! i love it!!!!). but the epic lows (anxiety abt tagging) #also do you know what i’m saying when i say dinkus. grabs your shoulders. do you. #bc i forget if other people call them that or if that’s really only the gc #also w lleuad. well first of all that’s two “L”s but having the first one capitalized looked Weird. too formal as i do not have autocaps on #but also. if you ask me about them i WILL answer i am obsessed w them. heart emoji

[stevviefox]

✨2022 Writing Year In Review✨

I was tagged by @birdkeeperklink  Thank you!!

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: Technically 3.  The current one has 3 connected parts

2. Word count posted for the year: Rites, Writings, and Ris: 1,977,213 words plus a few for the Appendix and Glossary.

3. Fandoms I wrote for: The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings (with a late adoption of Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens )

4. Pairings: Ori/Dwalin, Thorin/Bilbo, Dori/Balin, Nori/Bofur, Gimli/Legolas, Kili/Tauriel, Fili./Sigrid, Bard/Thranduil, Crowley/Aziraphale and many many others.

5. Story with the most:Kudos:Bookmarks,Comments: Rites, Writings and Ris - Hits:                  79,051                  Kudos:                  1,334                  Comment Threads:                  1,364                  Bookmarks:                  202

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):  Rites, Writings, and Ris:  I’m having so much fun with it!  Honestly, It’s coming up on the seventh year I and my co-author @dollypegs-blog have been writing this dwarf soap opera and we both love to hear in our comments that we made someone laugh their ass off or something touched them or they love a new original character.  Hell, we both shamelessly admit we’ve taken suggestions from readers (we do try and credit everyone whether in the main story or in the Appendix), we’ve put in ‘red herrings’ to tease certain readers and purposely ended a chapter with a cliff-hanger.  WE actually do that a lot as, well, it’s a soap opera, it’s the law.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): “Mermaid’s dream.” It’s just kinda dumb.  I consider deleting it every now and then..

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:  Heeheehee, Of course the favorites are from Rites, Writings and Ris and from  some of our regular commenters Vacation Please, Reb, Blistering Typhoons, Sparklingburgundy to start.  We’ve had wonderful conversations with them about the plot or the characters or the really bad puns.

Honestly the one that made both of us laugh like absolute loons was way back at chapter 100 when we were informed “...You're grounded.“   We still giggle over that one.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:  This fluctuates, but is mostly when both of us have shit going on in real life that we can’t actually sit and write.  Usually when we’re talking, (and neither of us can shut up!) we’re bouncing ideas off one another and the stuff just grows.  The very worst time was back in January of 2019, when my younger sister, who was Dolly’s wife of over 30 years, passed from cancer.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:  The Tiny Castle and Violet.  They came out of absolutely nothing and then the whole of Sauron’s wardrobe just exploded outwards.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:  <<.It was Sauron’s diary.  It was about five inches by seven inches, soft pink in color to match the decor, with a sort of lock on an attached strip of cover, to keep it closed.  The key to the lock was looped through the strip by a matching pink ribbon.“Should I?  Dare I?” Galadriel asked.  “Ha!  Of course I should!”Galadriel practically squeaked as she unlocked it, and started to read.  She hiccuped, fell back into the desk chair, and screamed with laughter.  Violet smiled her odd, gaping smile.“Did you read the passage where he was in crisis?” she asked.  “H-he l-l-lost control of h-h-his hair!” Galadriel cried.>>

From “Rites, Writings ,and Ris,” Chapter 312 The Royal Tour Part 76.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:  No idea.  Maybe my penchant for goofiness exploded....more than usual...?

13. How do you hope to grow next year:  I really just hope that the readers stick around and that we can continue to make them laugh.  I mean even if we just had one reader, I’d still write but then idea of making a good number of people laugh and give then something to look forward to is fun.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): Duh, my co-author!!!

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:  If it did, we’d tell you in the Appendix, if not, we’re not telling.  ;)

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:  Write what you like and have fun with it.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:  Eventually we’d like to actually publish a ‘real’ book.  We have a complete one that needs editing and both of us have other ideas sitting in the wings.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

Sheesh!  So many!!  But just because ‘I’m-like-that’  @dollypegs-blog    And... hey, let’s go with anyone who sees this and writes consider yourself tagged!!!

#tag game #year in review #writing #ao3 #archive of our own

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I posted 9,578 times in 2022

296 posts created (3%)

9,282 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@boasamishipper

@meyerlansky

@exlibrisfangirl

@sweetlyfez

@jammeke

I tagged 9,556 of my posts in 2022

#hee! - 593 posts

#*snert* - 577 posts

#important stuff - 542 posts

#art - 520 posts

#cackling - 504 posts

#fangirl problems - 447 posts

#lotr - 427 posts

#ted lasso - 379 posts

#words of wisdom - 355 posts

#stranger things - 350 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i will be honest…after two years of lockdown cooped up in a tiny flat with a preschooler i would be hustling that kid out first chance i got

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

honestly I’m not trying to insult my American followers when I say that it’s a crying shame that tumblr is so US-centric at times, because so many of you are missing out on comedy gold here right now. our own Car Boot Sale Donald Trump is being slowly but surely cannibalised by his own party and the woman who he replaced as PM turned up to vote him out in a full-on ballgown and glittery heels: not even Trump produced this much petty, vicious drama.

730 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

#4

Best response that I’ve seen on to this situation so far: ‘do you think…people wanted to vote for Ukraine…and just stopped at UK…’

1,369 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#3

when people talk about writing ‘the next Lord of the Rings’ they think it’s all about the wars and the languages and the histories, and Aragorn brooding in the corner of an inn and the Balrog roaring in Moria and the ruins of Isengard, and that’s how we got Game of Thrones and several dozen cheap fantasy knock-offs every year, not to mention whatever nonsense the Amazon show is going to produce

but Tolkien’s wars and languages and histories stemmed from his love of creating - of words and history and mythos - and that love infuses into everything he writes, and if you miss that then there’s no way in hell you can replicate it

and the people who want to write the next Lord of the Rings because they want to write the next epic don’t get that the story is about the hobbits’ soft and simple lives and Bilbo’s poetry and Sam’s love language being food and Eowyn discovering hope after depression and Gandalf making fireworks for hobbits even if he is a literal angelic being, and Aragorn weeping over Boromir’s body and Theoden’s kindness to Merry, and Beregond betraying his most prized orders to save Faramir, and the unlikely friendship between Gandalf and Pippin, and the even unlikelier friendship between Legolas and Gimli, and Sam and Frodo singing to each other in Mordor, and Boromir sacrificing himself for the hobbits, and Sam’s simple love for Rosie, and the restoration of the Shire, and the friendship of the Fellowship surviving down through the ages, and peace after war and hope in darkness, and the love between a gardener and a gentleman pacifist being literally the only thing that saves Middle Earth

and that is why people who try to recreate Lord of the Rings by starting with war always get it wrong. you have to start with the love, or it’s nothing: just another empty history

13,284 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

#2

also there’s no pithy, Tumblr-friendly way of simultaneously saying ‘Rishi Sunak being a man of colour doesn’t let him off the hook for the crappy Tory policies he’ll undoubtedly install’

and ‘the left needs to make sure that their criticism of Rishi Sunak does not veer into racism because directing racism at Tories does not make said racism acceptable’ 

and ‘Britain having its first British Asian PM is a big freaking deal and is going to be significant to Brits of colour across the political spectrum’ 

and 'the fact that Rishi Sunak has not been elected by the general public in such a time of political upheaval is just plain appalling, ‘mandate from the people’ my arse’

but that doesn’t mean it isn’t all true

15,923 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

why is this so funny, I’ve been wheezing for half an hour straight now

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that damn goncharov post is the bane of my life; it sets of my damn notes all the hours that god sends and it isn't even mine

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #false #OF COURSE THAT FUCKING GONCHAROV POST IS THE TOP ONE

[tathrin]

gigolas for the "send me a ship" meme?

...I don't think I've posted anything like that? Certainly not recently enough that I have any idea what you're talking about anon, I'm so sorry. This is the most recent thing that anyone I follow has posted that fits that criteria, so that's what I'm going to respond using because idk where else to go looking for something to use. If you're looking for a response to something else please send me a link or a more specific tag so I can find it?

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Legolas seems the obvious choice for the hunter motif with the archery and forest stuff, but tbh I think I'd rather go the other way on this one because Mirkwood = great place for cryptids and monsters. So we'll have Gimli be the monster hunter, and he can still use his axes (silver-tipped of course) only of course he's always been more thoughtful and poetic than just any old hunter, so it doesn't take him long to realize that there's more going on than it seems when he walks into that little village in Dale. Seems like the werewolf that's been "terrorizing" them only started doing so when they went after him first, and this weird skittish feral creature doesn't seem like he actually enjoys hurting people — although oh boy will he if he gets pushed to it, as Gimli discovers when he accidentally stumbles on the real source of the problems in Dale that the shy werewolf was being scapegoated for. All of a sudden there's a wolf between him and the biggest fucking spider he's ever seen and it's snarling and oh shit. Oh shit, he has feelings now. Gimli's uncles are never going to let him live this down.

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Yeah I feel like if there's a "weird creature" involved, then the weird creature is going to have to be Legolas, sorry to be repetitive. But. Gimli is just trying to mind his own business and have a simple, ordinary life on the shore, and this fucking fish-man keeps popping-up to pester him and sing and oh my gods does he ever stop singing? And when did Gimli start liking the damn songs? Capsizing during the storm is entirely Legolas's fault, because if Gimli hadn't been so damn distracted by all the fucking songs and flirting he wouldn't have been so behind on his catch that he'd have gone out in that weather, so getting saved by the damn fish is just what Legolas owes him for creating this situation in the first place, really. (Anyway surely there's a better way to keep someone from drowning then giving them air via kisses, right!?) Dammit. His uncles are never going to let him live this down.

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Okay and this time we're going to reverse things, and Legolas isn't the weird creature...he's the weirder witch. The witch in the woods, people call him, but they say it in a very different tone than the one they use when they talk about the witch in the other woods, the pretty light-dappled one with the golden leaves. People are so judgemental about things like growth so thick no light gets through, and fungus growing up the sides of your cottage, and spiderwebs thick enough to spin cloth from, and rivers that put you to sleep for three days...and, well, the spiders can be a problem, yes, but only because their natural predators have been hunted nearly to extinction. So they're running rampant, and it's not good for the balance of the forest, so they have to be culled now and then or it's going to throw the whole ecosystem completely out of balance. It's not Legolas's fault that the old book he found for Spider's Bane was damaged in a fire sometime during the previous witch's tenure, and that part of the instructions were unreadable. He thought he was just going to summon a few magical stone-bears who would eat some of the spiders. He didn't realize he was binding himself to a familiar...or that said familiar would start looking less and less like a bear and more and more like a person the longer he was there. He certainly didn't realize that the stone-bear was doing it on purpose, because it had taken a fancy to Legolas. It was supposed to be a semi-sentient magical construct, not a...not a person! With feelings, and thoughts, and the ability to tailor its own shape to suit its whims (it wasn't even supposed to have whims!), and the most fantastic beard that Legolas has ever seen...

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Gimli is quite happy working at the coffee shop, thank you very much everyone who thinks it's funny to make jokes about his English Degree In Coffee ha ha. The owner is nicely chill (all the weed probably contributes) even when Gimli has to get curt with problem customers. He gets to work on his novel in between busy periods, and most of the really annoying would-be-customers go to the corporate shop down the street instead of this hole-in-the-wall that serves real coffee, thank you. Of course, the owner also seems to know veritable tons of the weirdest people, including Gimli's own uncles (how old is he, anyway?) which he didn't discover until after he'd been working there for six months and Fili came in shouting "Yo, Gandalf, how's the rugrat doing?" and embarrassing him half to death, thanks. Honestly it would be a perfect job if it wasn't for that weird-ass perky blonde who drinks way more caffeine than can possibly be healthy even before he covers it in twenty ounces of whipped cream and sprinkles, ugh. He's in there all the time, so much so that Gimli forgot he was there when he started muttering plot-points out loud, which blondie apparently decided to treat as story-time, and now he comes in every day asking for the next section and sure, it's helping Gimli actually get the damn thing written if only to stop blondie from pestering him, but he's pretty sure he's going to strangle him in a month and even Gandalf isn't a chill enough boss to be chill with that, Gimli is pretty sure, and...and then he gets just the worst rejection letter from that poetry zine, and he can't stop crying at the counter, and suddenly blondie is hugging him and offering to "show the editors the error of their ways, no really it's gotta be fixed if they rejected you because your stuff is so good, Gimli! And that's not okay. I'll get some of my pals, we'll ride over and explain things to them and—" and the kiss didn't mean anything, Gimli was just sad and confused and tired, and now blondie's bringing him flowers when he comes in, what the fuck—?

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

I think I'm skipping this one because I'm not a fan of the power-dynamics here, sorry. I'm sure lots of people have written lovely fics with this sort of premise that manage to find a way to balance them (or to lean-in on the power-imbalance taboo) but I'm gonna. skip it. sorry.

I think having them be professors of rival departments would be lovely, though. So substitute that, there we go.

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Maybe I'm getting lazy at this point, but I'm just going to go with Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, and Gimli son of Glóin, noble knight of Erebor. There have always been monsters in those woods, but they were little things that could be dealt with relatively easily as long as one knew the proper techniques and took the proper precautions. (Gimli had never seen a castle with anti-spider fire-netting before. It was...unsettling, to say the least.) But then bigger, nastier things started being sighted. Then rumors spread of some sort of witch, some sort of Necromancer, lurking in the forest, likely in the ruined tower in the south. The queen took a company of soldiers to investigate, and never came home. Distraught, King Thranduil forbid any of his people from going near it—but the monsters kept coming, kept getting worse. So he put out a call for knights and battle-wizards, and knowing the riches of the Woodland Kingdom, many came.

Not many Dwarven Knights were interested, there being too many years of bad-blood between their people and the elves, but Gimli was young and eager to prove himself. He figured that he would be able to easily dispatch whatever monster had the flighty, feckless elves in a tither, and take his renown and his treasure home in a fortnight or so. The sight of so many warriors returning bloody and reeling, or not returning at all, was disquieting...but Gimli was young, and bold, and once the elvish prince accidentally insulted his honor and his courage there was no way he was going to turn tail and go home now, no sir! Of course, the prince was just frustrated because his father wouldn't allow him to risk his life going after the Necromancer himself, and lashing-out at Gimli because Gimli was unlucky enough to say the wrong thing at the wrong time—but it still happened, and it happened in front of the entire damn court as well as all the experienced warriors who'd come for their chance at the treasure and the glory too, and there's no way the story isn't going to get back to Gimli's uncles and they'll never let him hear the end of the time he got into a shouting-match like a child with a fucking elf-prince. Ugh. At this point, it would almost be a mercy if the Necromancer did kill him—but at least if Gimli's the one who does the job, he'll be able to reclaim at least some of his dignity. So he leaves early, hoping to beat the next round of knights to the tower by himself.

The last thing Gimli expected—or wanted—was for the fucking prince to follow him...!

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Tough, because I'm honestly struggling to see either of them as a parent, but I'm going to go with Gimli as the dad here. Probably for something between kindergarten and third grade; I feel like Legolas would be best suited as a teacher for little kids. He's got the optimism and the energy and the complete willingness to go sit in the mud puddle beside them and listen very seriously to their long and incoherent stories and act like he's understanding every word (and honestly he somehow probably is, he's like the Kid Whisperer). Gimli is still struggling to get little Moli to open-up to him two years after the kid's parents died and left their single nephew juggling sudden parenthood and shared grief. When Moli comes home from school not just smiling but chattering, Gimli thinks it's a miracle. The miracle turns out to have a name, and that's Legolas. Unfortunately, Gimli doesn't realize that until they've already ended up as PTA Enemies For Life over an argument so stupid that frankly Gimli can't even remember what it was. Something about jewelry and the dress code, he thinks? Ugh, Legolas might be great with kids but that's clearly his only skill. Whatever, Gimli can deal with him for one school year. Unfortunately, he has to deal with him all the time because Moli adores the asshole. Well, fine. Gimli can do this, for the kid. He can do this. It would be a lot easier if Legolas wasn't every bit as pretty as he is annoying, dammit...

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Whoops I probably should have read through all these before I started writing them, huh? Already used the Gimli Is A Writer on the coffee shop one, oh well. Anyway: Gimli Silvertongue is obviously the writer, because his skill with word-smithing is literally canonical. So Legolas is the keen-eyed editor working for Mirkwood Publishing, and he falls in love with the author behind the novels long before ever meeting him in person, and he certainly didn't expect a short, hairy slab of muscle who looks like he does caber-tossing as a daily warm-up when he pictured the guy who wrote all these sweet, soaring, poetry-riddled stories, but. well, everyone says not to judge a book by its cover (although Legolas knows how important good cover design is, thank you, and always sulks a little over that saying because hello are you paying attention?) so maybe he shouldn't have been so caught off-guard when he failed to accurately judge the author by the interior...now he just needs to figure out to get un-tongue-tied enough that he can go talk to the guy whose over-use of semi-colons he's spent literally hours arguing over, shit.

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Anyway, I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted, anon. But thank you for sending it in (or...sending something in, at least, oops) because it actually ended up being a lot of fun to answer. Hopefully you enjoyed it too, whether it was what you were actually looking for or not! And if it wasn't, feel free to clarify what you were really after and I'll try again. Sorry!

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The hobbit the lord of the rings editions by j.r.r. tolkien

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The Ring Bearers: Tracing the history of every ring of power in Arda in a family tree format.The issue is also laced with several interesting interviews and articles such as: The short descriptions of the books are accompanied by a variety articles ranging from book cover artwork to meaningful lines from the films. This special edition look at the works of J.R.R. A wonderful collectible opening with an introduction by Shaun Gunner, Chair of the Tolkien Society.

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This is a beautiful, high-quality, glossy 100-page issue full of articles, information on both books and films, and many full-page photos. Tolkien – Celebrating the Professor’s Greatest Creations is on newsstands and store check-out lanes now. But many copies contain the true account (as an alternative), derived no doubt from notes by Frodo or Samwise, both of whom learned the truth, though they seem to have been unwilling to delete anything actually written by the old hobbit himself.Newsweek: J.R.R. Evidently it still appeared in the original Red Book, as it did in several of the copies and abstracts. This account Bilbo set down in his memoirs, and he seems never to have altered it himself, not even after the Council of Elrond. But being in a tight place, he said nothing about it, and made Gollum show him the way out, as a reward instead of a present. Bilbo guessed that this was the very ring that he had found, and as he had won the game, it was already his by right. To them his account was that Gollum had promised to give him a present, if he won the game but when Gollum went to fetch it from his island he found the treasure was gone: a magic ring, which had been given to him long ago on his birthday. Now it is a curious fact that this is not the story as Bilbo first told it to his companions. The "author" reflects on this very point in Prologue: The text for what he did write though can be found at the end of Volume 2 of The History of the Hobbit edited by John D Rateliff. However in the end he decided not to change the original published text too drastically and dropped these large scale changes. Tolkien also planned to include Bree in some capacity in the journey from the Shire. In the published version, the band just crosses an unbroken bridge and carries on their way. I can’t fully remember what happens, but I do remember that this was one of the first times Bilbo began to prove that he wasn’t a burden on the Dwarves’ quest. In what he did write for that expanded section we see the band come across a broken bridge and try to figure out a way across. Considering how long the same journey took in Fellowship of the Ring, I can kind of see where he was coming from. It doesn’t appear in the finalised published version of the Hobbit, but Tolkien expanded the earlier part of Chapter 2 as he believed that he didn’t explore the journey between Hobbiton and the 3 trolls enough. If you are discussing something new, such as the recent Hobbit movies, please use spoiler tags as follows: (/spoiler)Īnd remember NOT to put spoilers in your post titles! If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world! Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli Snoos created by Tom Sexton LoTR - Wikipedia Page Spoiler Tags - USE THEM! Tolkien Related Multi-Reddit to Rule them All Recommended Sites The Homecoming of Beorhtnoth Beorhthelm's Sonįor a full recommended Tolkien reading list, please CLICK HERE - written by ebneter Related Subreddits.Lord Of The Rings (Including Appendices).your link or idea may have been posted before! Use the 'search' function before posting.No links to copyright infringing works (fan edits included).Images of the lights at the Cheesecake Factory will be deleted on sight.Avoid posting image macros (pictures with text on them).CONSTANTLY REPOSTED CONTENT WILL BE REMOVED.

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