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wordbunch · 10 months

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how they care for you when you’re sick/injured but refuse to rest

a/n: requested by @tolkien-fantasy!! 💕 since i already did sth quite similar with Frodo/Sam/Merry/Pippin, this time I decided to include only the “big guys”, aka Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Éomer and Legolas. Also Fíli doesn't go here but I decided he will be here.☺️ I hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts and opinions, and reblogs are always super appreciated!!!🥰🥰🥰

Aragorn: He is literally just like that, even if he’s unwell he will keep pushing, and that is exactly why he immediately notices you do it too, and decides to put a stop to it. As much as he is loving and supportive and always respects your opinions and wishes, he is not taking ‘no’ for an answer when he deems that you really need to rest and recover. Luckily for you, he’s a legendary healer, so you will probably get better relatively soon. If he’s able to give you 100% of his attention and time during your recovery, he will literally feed you if he needs to, just so that you don’t exhaust yourself even more. Also he will quickly hush you if you begin to protest and insist that you’re fine and really have things to do! Sorry, king’s orders! Not just that, he will most definitely have your favorite food made for you, so that you don’t have to lift a finger (even though you want to).

Boromir: You were both extremely busy on the day when Gondor was preparing for some big festival, and amid your errands you sprained your ankle, but you brushed it off because you wanted to personally oversee the flower arrangements. For the first and only time you were thankful not to see Boromir half the day because you knew he would make a small fuss about it immediately, so you limped on until you accidentally ended up tripping and stumbling backwards into a familiar strong chest. He looked at you suspiciously while you attempted to just brush it off as being clumsy, but he thought you looked a little bit pale and was not convinced. Before you could keep convincing him, he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed, having seen right through your act. Sadly he couldn’t have stayed with you the whole time as there were still some things to prepare, but he ran to you as often as he could to check if you were still resting, and to attack you with a flurry of reassuring kisses. Later in the evening he will 100% cuddle you until you both fall asleep wrapped up in each other, and he has no trouble carrying you around for days so that you don’t have to put weight on your injured leg - he enjoys doing it!

Legolas: Injuries and illnesses are not exactly something he is very familiar with, but he knows enough to be aware that they require rest and recuperation! His senses are sharp and he notices if you wince one time, and he is there in an instant. He will ask you what is wrong, what you need, etc. As much as Legolas he understands your restlessness and the constant need to be up and about, he needs you to understand that he’s worried and doesn’t want your condition to get worse. If it’s something very serious, he will immediately call Aragorn for help, but if it’s something minor, he thinks he should be able to handle it and support you through it. Before you know it, you’re not allowed to do anything under his watchful gaze but you’re bored!! No problem, though, he is more than ready to entertain you in any way he can, even if it means he has to sing you all the elvish songs since the beginning of time (and you will make good use of his promise to do that!).

Éomer: Oh that is literally his BRAND because he’s out there being unstoppable even when something is wrong - and he is not letting his beloved be like that, not on his watch! He is also the type to carry you to bed despite your protests and you being like “I’m fine!” And he is like, alright then, but even if you’re fine, that doesn’t mean you can’t get some rest! No amount of your pouting is going to make him let up. Eventually when you finally admit you’re in pain, he will fuss over you a bit and he will literally try to cook something (he feels better when he can take action) and before you know it he’s making 4 different kinds of tea at the same time and things seem a bit chaotic… When you ask whether he’s sure he doesn’t need any help, he will insist that you just go and rest and that he has everything under control. Needless to say, you didn’t get to eat/drink everything that he started making cause he failed at many things, but you appreciate the love that went into it regardless!

Faramir: He can notice that something is off within like 0.3 seconds and multiple times throughout the day he will ask how you’re feeling and if something is wrong because he can sense that something is off, but he knows you well enough to know that you’d prefer to keep going on about your day, even when in pain. And then when you almost pass out you finally admit that you’re not feeling well, and you know he will immediately drop whatever else he is doing and just focus on you as much as he can until you’re perfectly recovered. More likely than not he is immediately looking for Aragorn because he is NOT taking any risks; although you try to reassure him that it might not be necessary. He knows how to be persistent and when he gives you puppy eyes with those gorgeous teal blue eyes… you have no choice but to let him do his thing.

Fíli: When it comes to you he is a very worried person and he likes to keep an eye on you as much as he can, so it doesn't take him long to become aware that you're acting...different. He is especially fussy if you get injured, and he will push everything and everyone else aside to nurse you back to health, and it literally becomes his number one priority. Fíli won''t hesitate to be even a little bit harsh if anyone comes to bother you or ask something of you before you're 100% recovered, so sometimes you gently reprimand him for it - you feel well enough to go and keep doing things! But good luck trying to convince him!

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mlmxreader · 24 days

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A Losing Battle | Faramir x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Hello! Can I request male reader with really bad separation anxiety x faramir with prompt "Just close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll still be here" ? ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Faramir will be married one day, but that doesn't stop you from constantly worrying about him.

: ̗̀➛ brief mentions of injury/fighting

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Faramir frowned when he noticed that your horse was tethered beside his, as he had explicitly told you to stay with his men when he had left; that horse would not allow any other rider in its saddle, and it vexed him to think of what possible reason you could have for showing up at the camp.

Of course, he understood that you tended to worry and panic a lot when he was gone for more than two minutes; he knew that you liked to be within his vicinity as often as you could be, and that you would sometimes find it overwhelming to be without him.

But he didn’t want you to get hurt, either; he needed you to stay back so that he could deal with the task at hand and make it back to you without needing to try desperately to keep you safe at the same time.

He tried not to think anything of it as he approached where he had been sleeping, but when he saw a rather large lump beneath his blanket, he knew that there could only be one person in the entirety of Middle Earth who would do such a thing.

Faramir didn’t mind, though, not really; when he got down on one knee beside you and gently shook you awake, he realised that he didn’t particularly feel angry for you at disobeying him, and nor did he feel particularly disappointed to find you beneath his blankets.

If anything he was relieved to know that you were still alive and that you had made it there in one piece; it made him smile when you snuggled into his blanket, taking in his scent for a moment.

Faramir knew you well enough to know that you weren’t so easily woken, and it was likely that you had fallen asleep after trying to stay up waiting for him to get back.

Perhaps any other day, he would have felt guilty for making you stir, but tonight, he just wanted to lie down beside you and know that you were there in his arms. Safe and protected, as always.

It did take him quite a while to wake you, but when you looked up at him with your face half covered by the blanket and your eyes still blurry from sleep, he couldn’t help but to smile and to take it in for a moment.

“I do apologise for disturbing you, but erm, you do happen to be in my bed.”

“‘M always in your bed,” you muttered softly, struggling to sit upright but getting there eventually. “I’m really sorry, Faramir, I know you said to stay put and to wait until you got back, but I started thinking about, y’know, everything and I started worrying if you would be alright, and-”

“I understand,” Faramir whispered kindly. “I know that you tend to think too much for your own good. I will not shame you for that, ever.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your knees as you rested your chin on them and hummed. “Thank you…”

“Of course,” he whispered. “If you’re to be my husband one day… well, you know the rest of it. And Boromir was always the better speaker between us, anyway.”

You laughed softly, nodding as you beckoned him to sit beside you, which he did so gladfully, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “One day I will be your husband, and you will have to put up with me at your side constantly - regardless if you order me to or not.”

Faramir grinned as he licked his lips, nodding slowly. “Is that not exactly what happened tonight?”

“Well, either way,” you shrugged. “How do you feel, anyway? I heard from some of your boys that it was pretty brutal out there.”

He nodded, clearing his throat. “We all managed to do fairly well - a few of the men were injured but thankfully nothing major.”

Immediately, you switched to sitting between his legs, your hands wandering his body to check for any piercing in his armour. “And wha-”

“I am fine,” Faramir said calmly, taking your wrists in his hands and holding them close to his chest as he shook his head. “I did not suffer so much as a blow from a shield.”

You nodded slowly, splaying your fingers out across the taught leather breastplate as you swallowed thickly and licked your lips. “Not even a bruise?”

He shook his head, putting his hands over yours. “Not even a bruise.”

“Alright,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. “Just as long as you promise you aren’t hurt.”

“I’m not,” he told you softly. “I promise you, I am not hurt… although, I am a little hurt that you would try and steal my blanket from me on such a cold night.”

You smiled, shrugging as you tilted your head to the side for a moment. “Well, maybe, if you’re so cold, we could share?”

“I think that would be a good plan,” he admitted, waiting for you to get comfortable before he took his breastplate off and laid down beside you. “You know, you can just close your eyes and go to sleep, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

You nodded as you snuggled into him, trying to squirm as close as you possibly could. “You promise?”

Slowly, Faramir threw his leg over you to keep you against him, and he was quick to let his arms welcome you tightly the second he could. “I always promise. Believe me, you will soon enough get sick of me.”

You laughed softly, tiredly as you pulled up the blanket so that it sat around you both, although you could feel the cold breeze against the backs of your legs. “I doubt that could ever happen, really.”

Faramir wanted to laugh, although the way you were pressed against him and the feeling of your soft breath against him was all too difficult to ignore, and he soon found himself fighting against the urge to sleep; he waited, though, only daring to admit defeat when he felt you go limp in his arms as your breathing became all too steady.

With a smile on his face, Faramir allowed himself to lose that battle.

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ofstardustanddreaming · 2 months

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well loved

preference summary: what they do to remind you you're loved.

content warnings: none

fandom: the lord of the rings

characters: frodo, sam, pippin, merry, boromir, faramir, aragorn, legolas, arwen, eowyn, eomer, galadriel, elrond (if other characters are wanted for future preferences, let me know!)

gender neutral reader

Frodo: He always checks in on you, always wanting to make sure you were doing okay. He's one of those who is more in tune with emotions, and wanting to check in on emotional wellbeing. He wants you to know you'll always have someone to lean on, and he shows you love through his active listening of your problems.

Sam: He's the type to do small tasks around the house for you, wanting to make sure you don't have to worry about anything. He sets up a routine that's nice and homey. He wouldn't have you lifting a finger if he could, wanting to make sure you can be relaxed. You would have to step in at some points, saying you'd want to split the work.

Pippin: He makes you very well included on any inside jokes, wanting to you to know what it's like. He showed his love through humorous jokes, saying he always wanted to see your smile. His love may have been shown through jokes, but he made you feel truly seen, which was a wonderful way to be reminded you're loved by him.

Merry: He loves to give you parts of his food, wanting to make sure you were well fed. He feels wellbeing is tied to being well fed, so he wants to make sure you get a fair share. And I think that Merry himself likes to try cooking once in a while, and likes to give some cooking to you.

Boromir: He always carves out time in his schedule to spend quality time with you. He always loves to have meals together with you, wanting to make it romantic, with something as simple as bringing flowers for the vase in the middle. He shows his love through any amount of time spent with you, wanting to shower you with his compliments.

Faramir: He has subconscious movements to make sure you're okay and safe. Such as holding out a hand during hikes in an area that's heavily rooted, wanting to make sure of your safety to help you balance and find your way. He also loves to place a hand on your back in crowded areas. He always has a special look of love, reserved just for you.

Aragorn: He always likes to recite poetry or songs he comes across that reminds him of you. He always gives you the softest of looks during those moments, and these moments are usually done by the fires in your room. He usually has your back against him, as he whispers them into your ear.

Legolas: He finds a variety of plants that reminds him of you, always bringing them back for you to look at or put somewhere that you deem cool. It's gotten to the point where there's almost too many flowers in your living space, but you also don't have the heart to tell him to stop. It's really sweet to see the variety of flowers he hand picked for you.

Arwen: She loves to sneak kisses from you throughout the day. She's playful, so her showing her love is through playful ways. She loves to take you off guard of when she'll kiss you, and she always loves hearing your laugh afterwards. She loves to watch you get flustered, laughing as she rushes away.

Eowyn: She loves quality time to, wanting to spend time with you. Her favorite ways to showing you love is teaching you some of her favorite moves in training. She shows you what she has learned, and also wants to learn what you know. She wants to make sure the both of you are prepared for anything, and it's a nice way to spend time with each other.

Eomer: He loves to go horseback riding with you. It provides a time where the two of you can talk in peace, where he doesn't feel the pressure of the kingdom. He loves talking with you here, where the two of you don't feel watched. It's a sense of freedom to speak your minds, but the act of horseback riding allows you to go anywhere. He loves to explore with you that way.

Galadriel: She loves turning to you for advice. She may not always agree, but she loves to hear what you have to say. She finds that hearing a variety of perspectives helps her, and she feels that it helps her get closer to you. She always likes to hear what you have to say about some decisions in how she runs her kingdom.

Elrond: He likes to spoil you, simple as that. It doesn't even have to be buying you many things, although he loves doing that as well. It can be just as well showering you with praise, or giving you his full attention, even if it means ignoring his work for a little bit. He loves at his fullest, spoiling you with many things you love.

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cauliflowertree · 1 year

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faramir - kiss me like you want to be loved.

summary: a long-awaited confession.

word count: 2.4k

fanfic no. 041

a/n: boromir lives because i say so.

it was a difficult farewell between the close brothers of gondor. but both were optimistic they would reunite not too far in the future—both were astute and praised warriors, trained from the day each of them could hold a sword upright.

between you and faramir, the cautious goodbye was somewhat tainted in awkwardness. neither of you were brave enough at the present moment to admit the feelings that plagued you both, effecting judgement, sleep and the completion of even minor tasks for many years now.

“farewell, y/n,” he spoke softly, a hitch in his breath, hesitantly raising an arm, wondering if he was crossing the delicate line of propriety.

“farewell, faramir,” you replied, abandoning predetermined notions of decorum as you finished what he had started, pulling him into a quick embrace, the first you had ever shared. and perhaps the last.

when you released him from your hold, his gaze was fixed upon you, awestruck from the emotions that arose within him from such a simple gesture, beginning to regret that he could not take his brothers place and curse the father that did not trust him with the task. with his mouth agape, and eyes almost sleepy, and heart in torment, he watched you back away from him, stepping into line with his older brother.

he was the last citizen of gondor to remain at the city’s uppermost region, watching you and his brother ride off into the horizon. as such, he felt an abyss form within his stomach, guilt rousing it all the more from the words he left unspoken. he had waved his brother off jeopardy, but of his life he was not as concerned as he was with yours. all his youth and adulthood, he had admired you from afar, shadowed you everywhere you ventured, unstable when he was not near you.

and now, you crossed middle earth without him, courage and bravery in your heart as you promised to fight for those who could not, if the task should fall to you. he had failed to seize the opportunity to reveal to you the object of his desires. and now, as you disappeared into the distance, he feared it was too late for another opportunity to present itself.

he may see no tomorrow, what with the armies of mordor inching closer to minas tirith, each time leaving gondor with fewer men to defend its borders.

but he hoped, he let himself hope.

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the trials of the fellowship had taken much of your spirit, only to be stressed by the fall of gandalf the grey. the elderly wizard had provided you with much wisdom and a perfected skillset, and his absence was dearly felt, but by no one more than yourself, someone he might have considered his family.

frodo and sam had begun the disbandment of your company, leaving you behind to pursue a trickier path, but one they must face alone. boromir had been seriously injured, almost fatally, enough that merry and pippin had been captured by an orc pack. but they had now returned, safe and sound where they belonged. though, dear pippin could not stay out of trouble for long.

and gandalf, it seemed, could not stay fallen for long.

“what’s going to happen to me?” asked pippin gloomily, kicking pieces of hay in the barn as you waited for gandalf.

“nothing is going to happen to you, dear pippin. you are safe from sauron if you remain with me and gandalf,” you assured him, ruffling his loose, curly locks.

“how long have you known gandalf?” asked pippin curiously.

“oh! a long time now—since my infancy. he took me under his wing long ago, and i have much to be grateful for,” you smiled fondly.

“i don’t think he likes me,” pippin frowned. “but then, i suppose, i am very accident prone.”

“i think sometimes you do without thinking. but you are young, and gandalf knows this. but he has lived many years, and can sometimes forget what ails the youth, such as yourself,” you explained, and added: “he cares for your safety, otherwise he would not get so angry.”

pippin seemed to accept this truth with a sunny disposition, his mood greatly improving upon hearing your explanation, taking it for nothing but the truth.

“merry!” he cried, rushing off to greet his friend.

“y/n,” called boromir, offering you a full water canister, in addition to your own. “do send my brother my well wishes.”

“of course, boromir. i am sure he will be delighted to hear of you.”

boromir laughed lightly. “yes, a brother’s bond is strong. though, i am sure he will be much more inclined to be delighted with your return.”

you smiled bashfully, turning away as heat crept into your cheeks. a hearty laugh sounded from behind you, and boromir clapped your back. “i see much,” he reminded you. "safe journey!" he called as he exited the barn in search of aragorn.

with a weepy send off between merry and pippin, you, gandalf and pippin set off for minas tirith. a flutter in your heart arose at the chance of seeing faramir again, barely entertaining the thought that he had fallen to an orc’s sword or axe. faramir was the best of his ranks, no doubt he was alive and well. and boromir’s encouragement did little to settle your nerves—the thought of reciprocation was almost too much to bear.

three day’s ride felt like nothing, despite the tribulations you’d been through these past months, for faramir awaited at the end of your journey. as the white city peeked above the distant horizon, shaded with hues of pink and orange, you pushed faster through the expanse that kept you from your destination.

pippin slept against gandalf’s chest, somehow unbothered by the erratic journey. and before long, your two horses were climbing the streets of minas tirith, warning passersby of your coming. the white tree in pippin's vision stood strong, undead—a ray of hope remained for frodo and sam.

you were home.

some hours had passed in gondor, no faramir in sight, and within that time the steward had made perfectly clear he would not call for aide, nor would he accept the ranger as king. but it all temporarily came to naught as the cries of nazgûl sounded from beyond the city walls.

hundreds of horses raced from osgaliath across the grassy expanse, fleeing from the fight they could not win against such forces. the winged beasts took them from above, grasping several men and horses between their talons and launching them through the air.

your sank through your chest, palms instantly bearing sweat as you feared for faramir’s safe return. he was, quite clearly, outnumbered by many, though he had proved to make a rational decision in the midst of war by ordering his men to fall back. still, the terror that gripped you was all-consuming, almost enough to bring you to your knees, for you could scarcely bear to watch.

you turned to gandalf in silent, desperate worry, and he understood the urge you felt to flee the castle walls and help in some way if you could, if it meant they would be saved.

you and gandalf rode out. a light from gandalf’s staff, bright and unrelenting forced the nazgûl away and brought the army of men to safety, faramir included. you could see him, almost clearly in the ranks of his men, riding fast to the city gate. he dared to turn and meet your gaze. the fear had subsided, though the adrenaline remained, and you breathed a heavy sigh of relief, closing your eyes and letting the wind whip through your hair as you silently thanked silent forces for this fortune.

when the danger had slipped away, faramir dismounted his horse and wasted no time in approaching you. he was breathless, tired, but alert. it was a quick, silent moment you thought he might break with a laugh or a welcoming embrace, but instead, questioned you of his brother, to which you informed him of his safety and health. he turned to pippin with a start next, filling you and gandalf with unbridled hope as he revealed he had seen two halflings alive and well not so long ago.

and afterwards, with as much decorum between the two of you as distant strangers, he walked with you and gandalf to meet his father. quietly, he fell back in line with you, conversing with you rather formally, despite that not ten minutes before he almost deserted decency to embrace you without hesitation. but he restrained himself, for what reason he could not quite remember.

entering the castle, feeling, finally, much safer now that he was deep within the city, he let himself look at you. you seemed well, and he hoped that was how you truly felt too. he thought of you often in your absence, though over time, little details and intricacies of your features had slipped away from memory. but now that they were before him again, he smiled familiarly, admiring you for all that you were.

“i must replenish myself,” faramir informed you, hoping you might follow him so he would be blessed with a moment alone with you.

“yes, of course,” was your meek response.

he hesitated slightly, unaware if you had caught onto his subtle indication and were politely refusing or whether it had passed over your head completely. and so he left without another word, jaw clenched and shaking his head at the fool he had made himself look.

“well, aren’t you going to follow him?” asked pippin in disbelief when he was far enough away that his little comment would go unheard.

“whatever do you mean, little one?” you asked with a scoff.

“that is clearly a man who wishes to be followed!”

you trailed his gaze, catching faramir looking behind, but laughed it off instantly. “i- no. you’re mistaken.”

“i am not!” replied pippin, looking to gandalf for approval.

you looked to the old wizard yourself too, hoping for assurance on your behalf, but found nothing of the sort as he smirked at pippin and raised his eyebrows. with nothing leaving his lips, you understood perfectly the meaning of his silence.

most embarrassed by the scene, you hurried off in pursuit of the gentlemen who had left you behind in the hopes that you would follow. but for all your desires that he might wish for you the way you wished for him, catching the signs of this reciprocation was much more complicated than you might have imagined.

you turned down many passages, walked through several corridors, completely in the dark as to where he might have gone. you were so caught up in looking for him, in fact, that you missed him completely, and only found yourself face to face with the man when he called you back.

he had been staring at an old piece of art in the castle, one he must have seen and admired a dozen times before, but had needed something with which to occupy himself as he waited and hoped to see you.

“i was looking for you,” was all you spoke, unsure of how to begin.

“you found me, it seems,” he laughed. “with a little aid.”

he let his smile fade slowly, searching for the words in his crowded mind so that he might perfectly convey all that he thought in regards to his feelings for you. he gestured to an empty bench before the painting that hung tall, sitting close beside you.

“i have been meaning, for some time now, to tell you that which i have kept from you,” he began, keeping you on the edge of your seat. “from our youth, though i did not know it then, i have felt for you something i have never felt for another. and…” his breath was trembling, his eyes fixed to his hands. you took them warmly into yours, and this forced him to meet your eyes, where he found the utmost encouragement. “and when you left those weeks ago, i have regretted every moment since that i did not tell you then exactly how i felt.”

“and how do you feel?” you asked him, needing to hear it after so long.

“i feel…i feel as if- as if you- no. when i am in battle,” said he, “and my sword is kicked from my grasp, the enemy bearing down upon me, it is not, though perhaps it should be, for my men that i find the strength to stand again, to fight with my bare hands if i must. it is not for the approval of my father, nor even for my brother. when i am an inch from death, i find my strength in you, i find my courage in you. my hope, in the thought that i would see you again.”

“faramir,” you whispered through a breath of disbelief, that an honourable man such as he would care for you so deeply, a wayward soul under the influence of a wandering wizard. “i could not wish for a better man to have said these words to me. you are the best i could hope for, and truly i did hope for you,” you laughed through your tears, struggling to find breath under the weight of this joyous revelation.

“my y/n,” he chuckled, his teary eyes following the down-turn of your head as you pulled his hands up to your lips.

cupping your jaw delicately, he raised your eye-line to meet his, gazing upon you like a revered work of art. softly, he brushed your tears away with the pad of his thumb, leaning in cautiously but eagerly for something which the both of you had craved for an eternity. his mouth brushed yours tentatively, opening your lips to accommodate his own. and the pair of you were set ablaze, suddenly and feverishly reaching for each other as if you were not close enough already—his tunic gripped between your fingers, your hand over his neck while his arm snuck around your waist and fingers tangled into your hair.

distantly, he heard his father’s bellows, and it pulled him from you reluctantly. resting his forehead against yours, he regained much of the breath he had lost in your shared embrace, taking a moment to recover.

“i must go,” he said lowly, the baritone in his voice causing you to shiver.

“come and find me when you are done.”

“i would not think to do anything else,” he whispered, kissing the crown of your head before stoically marching towards his father’s inevitable disapproval.

though his approval, in comparison to yours, was trivial.

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moonrainbowfish · 2 years

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Lotr characters caring for you when you're sick

Samwise:

Dear Sam! Oh bless his kind heart! He would cook you a delicious soup and would cuddle with you, keeping you warm and safe, even tucking you in with a blanket one of his sisters made for you.

He soothingly rubbed your back when you would throw up and hold your hair.

He gives angry glares at the others for being too loud and watches over you like a guardian, protecting you from anything which could disturb your peaceful slumber.

He even offers to do your laundry or other chores, he would basically do anything for you, but you tried your best to explain that it really wasn't necessary.

Along with Sam's help you were able to feel better very soon.

"Now don't you worry Y/N. I've made you some good soup to make you feel better in no time."

Frodo:

Oh boy! Frodo knows what's it's like to feel extremely sick.

So of course he immediately sympathized with you.

He would read to you, to distract you from your throbbing headache. He also would write you cute, little "get well soon" cards and draw on them too.

He's also curious and wants to know how he can help you more, so he does a lot of research about your illness.

He's always asking if you need anything and is super gentle while you're sick.

Almost treating you, as if you were made of porcelain, he's kinda sad he can't do more to stop your suffering but you told him how very thankful you are that he's there for you.

Aragorn:

When Aragorn found out you were sick he became immediately worried.

He would constantly check if you're okay and would try to get you to see Elrond.

You tried your hardest to explain to him it's nothing too serious, but he couldn't help but worry.

He grew up among the elves, so he knows about their wonderful elvish medicine.

He regulary checks on you and even sings to you softly.

Aragorn's a very good healer. He would try to care for you as best as he can and in his care you'll feel better in no time.

"There, there meleth nìn, I'll take good care of you now. I promise."

Legolas:

Legolas was so scared for you.

It was very uncommon for elves to get sick, so of course he was worried about you.

He'll try to ease the pain by giving you a massage to ease your sore muscles, or by pressing a cold rag to your forehead.

Your headache made you sensitive to loud noises, so Legolas would often whisper to you.

He's afraid his normal voice would be too loud.

It's honestly really adorable how much he cares about you and you found him to be very endearing.

He'd stay right beside your bedside, guarding you and you both watch the raindrops outside hit the glass window

Faramir:

He's a gentle and caring soul so of course he'd be anxious when you're sick.

Faramir would give you flowers and place them on your nightstand, decorating your room with the beautiful leaves to make you feel better.

He'd hold your hand and brush the hair out of your face. Tugging you in cozy blankets when you fall asleep and bringing you tea.

Faramir would try to help you stay connected with the outside world. Telling you about news when you're too sick to go outside.

And if you can go outside but your body is still too sore he'd happily drive you around in a wheelchair to get you some fresh air

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sorrow-and-bliss · 2 years

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Courting Faramir

Just some headcanons for courting Faramir. The Bestest Boi.

Warnings: None.

The Most Unassuming Guy Ever™

Even tempered.

Always seems to have a gentle smile on his face.

If cool wind blows, Faramir would give you his cloak.

Lightning fast reflexes.

Faramir is non-aggressively protective. It's sort of a quiet awareness.

Honestly, this guy is probably one of the respectful dudes out there.

Having been raised in the court he is likely a good dancer.

The most courtly gentleman ever.

Bouquets of wildflowers.

Kisses on your hand.

Gentle strolls in Ithilian.

Gondorians would adore you because Captain Faramir has exceptional taste.

Sometimes you race horses.

He took you to Henneth Annun. (glass waterfall curtain place)

Happy to spend hours in Minas Tirith's archives, pouring over history with you.

Probably has a few secret spots in the city he found to hide from his father.

Assisting the poorer folk in the city.

He would not push you to learn defense but would indulge you if you requested it.

He would test different weapons with you, even obscure ones, to find the right match for you.

After you have your perfect assortment, he will get the best instructor for you if it's not himself.

By the time he's done with you, you've become a deadly assassin.

He gives you an armor set all your own.

It's etched with intricate designs, obviously tailored for you.

You watch the sunset together

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 4 months

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Prompt: Mind Control | For: @tolkienpinupcalendar Dead Dove December event

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It started with a dark and extraordinary dream. Faramir found himself standing in a desolate palace with slender white columns and walls that glimmered of pearls and silver.

Strange, he thought to himself, for the columns and the walls and the white banners gracing many of them reminded him of the Tower Hall he called home. Faramir stopped, hesitated. A dark and forbidding chill lingered in the air. Not a guard was to be seen. His father and brother were also not to be seen. Faramir wandered from chamber to chamber, calling out to them, hoping and praying someone would answer.

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horsewithaface · 8 months

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Idk if I’m just projecting but Faramir gives me trans-masc energy😐😐

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 1 year

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Fluffuary 2023 Day 22: Flowers- Faramir x OC

Faramir x Almë

Description: After Almë heals Faramir he wishes to thank her personally.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: This is yet another oc that I haven't uploaded to my oc guide this is a real mystery for you guys.

Challenge made by the lovely @darthglitterfanfictionnfiction

Despite having lived for thousands of years, Almë had only ever received flowers a handful of times in her life. She never really celebrated her birthday past her first thousand (if even that) because she’d had so many, so that was out of the question. She’s never been married - heck, she’d only been courted once or twice.

That was, until Faramir came along. Almë met him after the Battle at Pelennor Fields, when a nation of Fairies decided that they were done just waiting for the war to be over to do their part and rose up to help Gondor. To be fair, she still wasn’t a fighter or warrior when she went to Gondor, which meant she and a few others were sent to the house of healing. That was when she first laid eyes on the (now deceased) Steward’s son, who had been gravely injured when he led his troops to the overrun Osgiliath. It was obvious that the medicine of Men wasn’t working, so she decided to step up.

Thankfully it didn’t take her long to stabilize his condition. By the time she’d done so, the war had ended. Unfortunately that meant that a lot of people needed her attention, so she was forced to leave his side. She spent a lot of her free time at Faramir’s side, though. At first she didn’t understand why, but there was just something about him that intrigued her. He had such a kind face, which directly contradicted everything she heard about the Steward (who’d descended into madness after his other son Boromir’s supposed passing). She’d heard more than enough about Denethor’s treatment of his youngest son, and it genuinely surprised her that someone could be so cruel.

She pitied Faramir, truly. It hurt her heart to know that he had lived through his father’s mental and emotional torment, and from what she heard he still turned into such a nice person. Perhaps that’s what made her stay with him and ensure his comfort as what was left of his injuries healed. She remembered being upset when all of her time had to be focused on the more injured patients, but she had to force herself to get over it.

Several days later were more eventful than almost anything Almë had experienced. The remaining soldiers of both Gondor and Rohan had marched the Black Gate in order to distract Sauron and his remaining armies so that a Hobbit named Frodo could destroy the One Ring once and for all. And it worked. Sauron was finally gone, and a Man named Aragorn was finally given the chance to take his rightful place on the throne of Gondor. His coronation was set for one month’s time.

The healing Fairies were granted permission to stay for the time being while they continued to work. Almë was included in the group, though her work had lessened as more people were healed. She had started taking walks around the palace so she wouldn’t spend all her time in the house of healing. During those times she found herself thinking about Faramir once again. It had been a while since she’d checked on him as he’d been taken to his room in the palace and was being checked on by human healers. It sort of saddened her, but once again she had to move past it.

She’d been walking the halls of the palace once again today, though her thoughts were sort of all over the place. There wasn’t a singular thought that stayed long enough for her to worry about, which she supposed was good.

“Excuse me, My Lady?” Almë suddenly heard a voice behind her, making her stop and turn around. She was surprised to see none other than Faramir standing there, looking much healthier than she’d last seen him. Just about all of the color had returned to his cheeks and he was in clean clothes. His hair had also been washed and brushed. In his hand was a rather pretty bouquet filled with several different types of yellow, pink and purple flowers. For a moment the Fairy just stared at him, not quite knowing what to say.

“Me?” Was what finally came out of her mouth, though she already knew they were the only two people there.

“Are you Lady Almë?” He asked, obviously trying to suppress his hopeful tone even if she could hear it either way.

“I am,” she nodded, which made him sigh in relief.

“I have been searching for you?”

“Me?” She repeated, though this time she was surprised. “May I ask why, My Lord?”

“Well,” he started, a blush lightly dusting his cheeks. “I wanted to thank you.” The girl shook her head quickly.

“Oh please, My Lord, that’s really not necessary-“

“Please, may I say this?” He interrupted (albeit in the nicest tone possible). Almë immediately shut her mouth and nodded, prompting him to speak again. And he did after clearing his throat nervously and adjusting the flowers in his hands.

“Anyways, I wanted to thank you. For not only healing me, but for staying by my side and ensuring that I was comfortable. To be quite honest I don’t remember much of it after passing out after my father passed, only the pain of my wounds consumed my mind. Then, as if it were magic - which I suppose but actually was - it all went away. For a moment I thought I had died, but then I opened my eyes and saw you. You held my hand through it all, ensuring that I was as comfortable as possible given the circumstances. I was in and out after you finished your work, but I remember seeing your face several times while I was recovering. You sat with me, and talked as if I were an old friend. It brought me great comfort when I was still trying to gather my bearings and heal. It was incredibly kind of you and I want you to know that it did not go unnoticed.”

Almë couldn’t help but smile, moved by his rather touching speech, and for a moment the Man seemed enchanted by the sight. Then he quickly remembered what he was doing because after a quick glance at the bouquet in his hands he gingerly held them out to her.

“I’m afraid I didn’t know which were your favorites, but I hand picked them myself if that makes up for it,” he offered with a shy expression. Almë’s smile widened (if that were even possible) as she carefully took them, smelling them. To be quite honest, she’d never had a favorite flower, but the ones in this bouquet had quickly become her favorites.

“They’re beautiful,” she breathed out, facing the Man once again. “Thank you, My Lord.”

“Call me Faramir,” he responded with a rather charming (to Almë at least) smile. “You saved my life, I believe we are well past the point of titles.” The Fairy giggled at that as she nodded.

“Very well, then you may call me Almë.”

“Almë,” Faramir repeated, as if testing out the waters, then his smile widened. “Such a lovely name for a beautiful creature.”

The girl blushes deeply at that, though she tried to hide it as butterflies erupted in her stomach. She had a good feeling about this.

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Their love song (Taylor Swift edition) > Lord of the Rings characters

a/n: welcome to my little self-indulgent celebration of 700 followers! 🥳 EVEN IF you're not a fan/don't know the songs, I hope you can still like and support this fic - a lot of time and love went into it! and by all means come talk to me about it or suggest your own songs! love you all so much and thank you for reading my stories and being a WONDERFUL community 💕💕💕

ARAGORN ♡ cowboy like me

His old wandering lifestyle made it pretty hard to be committed to a person in one place, but he made it happen as soon as it was possible, and he would have done anything in the world to give you safety, protection and all the love that you deserve. And he plans on giving it to you forever, no matter the trials and tribulations that might appear on the way.

GIMLI ♡ love story

This dwarf is a proper gentleman, a confirmed charming sweet-talker and most definitely a deeply romantic soul in a very classical way. He is very respectful towards you, and respects some traditions as well, so he wanted to ensure everything was in order before asking you to be his forever.

LEGOLAS ♡ snow on the beach

Isn't he so unusual, kind of ethereal, and positively vibrant? You never met anyone like him, with all his interesting quirks and his abundance of joy and lust for life. It is impossible not to share his fascination with nature, and you cannot help but smile just a little brighter whenever you are around him.

BOROMIR ♡ willow

This is an absolute Boromir song to me - he likes to be outright, take charge, but maybe sometimes he is just a little bit too flattering (don't blame him, he just needs to express his feelings for you approximately 26 hours a day). With him every day feels like an enchanted love story, and you feel safe with him, and both of you take pride in being together. trophy couple

FARAMIR ♡ starlight

This wonderful man is absolutely a dreamer and an imaginative person, who likes to share his thoughts and wishes with you, and finds it absolutely delightful if you agree with some of them. Everything he promises to you, he most certainly delivers. Also, he has so much love to give, and would be a very big fan of the idea of starting a family with you and just being the best supportive parents ever.

ÉOMER ♡ enchanted

Horse boy's jaw DROPPED the first time that he saw you and he forgot about everything and everyone else in that moment. He just knew he needed to approach you and get to know you as soon as possible, because he was convinced you were either already happily taken, or you would be very soon, and he couldn't live with himself if he just sat aside and let it happen.

ÉOWYN ♡ dancing with our hands tied

Her thoughts and past struggles sometimes still come back to haunt her, and the fear of being trapped resurfaces, but you're there to reassure her that you'll stay, no matter how hard things get. Even if it's the two of you against the whole world, you wouldn't rather be anyone else but by her side, hand in hand.

SAM ♡ fearless

This is such a lovely sunny song, and it instantly made me think of the best gardener boy!! He might be apprehensive about taking some risks sometimes, but you make him feel brave and strong with just one look, and the fact that you believe in him makes him more confident. On the other hand, he makes you feel like absolute royalty and he loves to spoil you and treat you so right.

FRODO ♡ jump then fall

The sweet little song that this is!!! The two of you are each other's safe place and comforting presence, no matter the rude neighbors' comments, the evils of the world, or the occasional nightmares. It's a relationship that comes from a strong friendship first, and it shows in the way that you just silently understand each other and aren't afraid to just be yourselves.

MERRY ♡ glitch

Absolutely nothing romantic was ever supposed to happen between the two of you - you just liked to get up to no good together, sometimes! But somewhere amid setting off fireworks, pulling a couple of pranks on your mutual friends and getting a little tipsy in the Green Dragon on the weekends... something just clicked, and there's no going back.

PIPPIN ♡ our song

It's a cute and a bit chaotic song, so it's perfect! He might be a little childish still (and fairly young, gotta give him that), but that doesn't make your relationship any less valid. It's full of cute little moments and small acts of love that are greatly appreciated by both of you. He loves to surprise you with small gifts and surprise visits, and absolutely makes up silly little songs to make you smile.

ARWEN ♡ delicate

She was always so kind and sweet that it was hard for you to be certain what kind of feelings she harbored for you, but you were falling in love the more time you spent together. Although she liked you back romantically the whole time, you were the first one to mention something about it, though apprehensive, and she was delighted to find out about, and return your love.

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Fates Entangled | Faramir x m!reader

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↳ ❝ May I request faramir x mreader with prompts "My apologies, I didn't mean to wake you" and "Can you stay a while?" With reader being an apprentice of gandalf? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Faramir was more than happy to take on Gandalf's apprentice as one of his own men, but what seems to be fortune may just be fate itself conspiring.

: ̗̀➛ n/a

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To begin with, you were happy with your position; being Gandalf's apprentice, you had grown up under the watchful eye of the wizard, and he had become a sort of father figure to you as well as your mentor.

You loved him, of course, but when you eventually grew up, he had granted you the one thing that you had ever wanted: freedom.

Just like any other wizard, you were to set your sights on the world around you and to begin an independent journey to see where you would best be suited - whether that meant acting as a helper and guardian of the woods like Radagast, or being a bit of a troublemaker like Gandalf.

You had to find your own path, and after many years of searching, you had stumbled upon Faramir.

Captain of the Rangers of Ithilien, Faramir was all too happy to welcome a wizard into his ranks, even though you did explain to him that you weren't quite a fully fledged wizard just yet - you still had years ahead to graduate from an apprentice, but he understood.

Forever living in his brother's shadow, Faramir understood all too well.

He was glad to welcome you, as you were around the same age as he was - a couple of months younger, but no more than that - and to have Gandalf's apprentice on his side meant a great deal to the Rangers.

But it was through him that you learned more practical skills - he taught you how to use a bow and arrow, as well as a sword and daggers; he told you that it would be for your own defence when the time came, if he was not around to protect you.

But you appreciated it nonetheless.

As a present for your birthday the day you left his shadow to become your own man, Gandalf had bestowed upon you a sword. It was made from the scales of a dragon, with its handle made from the leather of the beast, and the sharp edges merged with the claws and teeth.

It could cut through almost anything.

Faramir said it was a fine blade, but always refused when you tried to give it to him as thanks for all he did; you didn't understand why, but you were sure that he had good reason to.

Of all the men you had met, Faramir was by far the most intelligent, and you complimented him on that often, even if it did make his features turn a slight pinkish colour.

But that was all years ago, and now you had been serving at his side for so long that he had happily given you the position of his right-hand man.

You were honoured, of course, but you were sure that he had men in his ranks who were better suited. He would just shake his head and tell you that there were no men like you.

It was an awful night, really.

Stone cold and damp, and although you tried various spells to help, you couldn't quite fall asleep; so you got up, gingerly leaving your bed and carefully making your way over to Faramir.

You knelt down beside him, and gently shook his shoulder; he turned over, eyes wide as he gasped for a second.

Immediately, his demeanour softened when he saw you, and he cleared his throat.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to wake you so rudely," you whispered softly.

He sat up, shaking his head. "Is something the matter?"

"I can't sleep," you admitted, frowning. "I know, I know it's a trivial and foolish thing but-"

"Come with me," Faramir grumbled as he yawned, daring to stretch for a moment.

He allowed your fingers to lace with his as he lead you away, further down so that the others Rangers did not stir and could not hear; he lead you to a small clearing.

Standing as tall soldiers, the trees eagerly kept watch, and the brambles bristled as they prepared to bite into anyone who dared to push past them.

Faramir knelt down, starting a fire and gesturing for you to sit beside him once it began to crackle.

Against the slowly brightening skies, the flames seemed to spew orange stars into the heavens, the crackling almost musical as the orange and red danced before your eyes.

Faramir gently pulled you closer, putting his arm around you.

"This ought to help," he told you. "When I can't sleep, I always come here and watch the fire until I eventually get there."

He was about to move, when you gently grabbed his wrist. "Can you stay a while? Please?"

He nodded, daring to smile a little. "Of course."

Settling down beside you, Faramir did his best not to tense up when you laid your head on his shoulder; his face felt suddenly warm, although he knew that it was not the fire that made it feel that way.

His heart pounded and thumped when you laid your hand on his knee, and he had to force himself to swallow hard so that he didn't get a lump in his throat. He had been having those reactions for a while, but only ever when he was around you.

"You're warm," you whispered, pressing your face to the side of his neck.

"I do apologise," he murmured.

"No, I... I like it," you said softly. "You're always very warm."

An odd sensation washed over him, causing his chest to feel both empty and constricted at the same time. His eyes went wide, and he could not beat the smile that spread across his lips.

"You're always so cold," he admitted quietly. "I like it."

"May I?" You asked softly, gesturing to his lap.

Faramir quietly told you that you could, and when you settled yourself on him, he couldn't even try to pretend not to smile. His hands eager and greedy as he rested them at your thighs to keep you steady, his eyes hungry and ravenous as he settled them on your lips.

"I shouldn't..."

"Why not?"

"We're friends," Faramir sighed. "And I don't believe that my father would be pleased if I were to... get myself involved in a wizard's business."

You laughed softly. "And you think Gandalf would be any better?"

"That is a good point," he admitted with a quiet chortle. "But what do you think, wizard?"

You shrugged, putting your hands on his shoulders. "I think that these days dictate our fate, and... and I would like to think that my fate is entangled with yours like the roots of the trees."

"You are a good man," Faramir murmured, the words almost concealed under his breath. "And an even better wizard..."

Gently, he gripped your hand, slowly dragging it from his shoulder so that he could place it against his chest; sneaking your fingertips under his open shirt so that you could feel the gentle and steady thump of his heart beneath his warm skin.

"And I would be honoured to have my fate entangled with yours," he told you. "If you would have me."

You nodded, daring to smile as you cleared your throat. "I would always have you, Faramir."

"Then it's settled."

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edges-of-night · 9 months

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hi! i found your blog yesterday and i’m obsessed! i was wondering if you could do one where in Y/N’s culture give someone a hand-crafted object (like a wood carving), it’s a way of confessing without actually saying that they like that person, but only Gandolf and Aragorn know since they have traveled all around Middle Earth! Thanks so much for your time!

Thank you, I’m glad you like this blog! I hope you’ll enjoy your post!

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

Indeed, Aragorn knows exactly what you mean when you gift him the wooden amulet you crafted over the past few days. He smiles fondly, aware of what this means for you. He’d take it the exact same way as he would a verbal love confession, takes your hands in his and gives you a kiss ♡ He'd also ask you about the exact cultural implications of the symbols you used etc.!

･ﾟ✧ Arwen.

Arwen has been kind to you ever since you started your work as a blacksmith in Rivendell. She is very impressed with your work and you soon start to fall for her. When her favourite bracelet breaks one day, you see your chance to use your newly-learned skills of Elven craftmanship to make her a new one. Though part of you wished she understood your gift’s meaning, Arwen’s unknowing reaction makes you just as happy: she’s beaming with joy and giving you a tight hug!

･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Boromir spends days wracking his brains about the hand-crafted sheath you made for him. Every time he turns it in his hands, he can feel the energy and affection you poured into his gift. Still, its true meaning stays a mystery to him… until one day, he’d not-so-casually ask you, “It doesn’t carry a deeper meaning, does it?”

･ﾟ✧ Elrond.

The day Elrond finds the artful bookmark you crafted for him on his table, wrapped in a gorgeous leaf, he starts researching your culture. He faintly remembers hearing of love customs from your home region but thinks this couldn’t be possibly true! After a whole day of reading, he’d ask you for a conversation and talks about it to you, always respecting your culture’s habit of not outright stating your feelings. He’d be very understanding.

･ﾟ✧ Éomer.

Éomer is convinced that the little horse figurine you carved out of the most gorgeous walnut wood is a present you gave him out of fascination and respect for Rohirrim culture. While he is happy about the kind gesture, he is entirely oblivious to its meaning. So one day, when you absolutely couldn’t take it anymore, you’d had to take him aside and break your culture’s customs – because otherwise, this man wouldn’t get it!

･ﾟ✧ Éowyn.

While Éowyn may be unaware of your culture’s custom, she does recognise how much gifting her handcrafted objects means to you. So, she soon starts making something for you in return – albeit clumsily – but still you can’t help but swoon! You start to develop a playful gift exchange that Éowyn partakes in so lovingly that in the end, it doesn’t really matter that she didn’t know of your specific custom. Since you get together anyway, you can just tell her afterwards!

･ﾟ✧ Faramir.

Whatever you craft for Faramir, be it a bookmark, a tool, or a piece of jewellery – he’d treasure it religiously. Maybe he’d even build a shrine around it, hidden away in his quarters, where he’d sit down and think of you. Imagine his shock when he learns (possibly through Gandalf) of your gift’s true meaning – the poor man would blush like a sunrise, unable to speak to you for the next few days. He is ashamed of his perceived ignorance toward you and overwhelms you with the most romantic love confession in return!

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

Frodo would be very casual about the notebook you crafted for him. He uses it as his journal, for flower pressing, and recipes. Everybody keeps asking about the gorgeous binding and covers, and he always redirects everyone to you with great pride. He is glad that your crafting skills finally find recognition in the Shire. However, since you only craft for those you love, you always have to send the other Hobbits away, until one day you admit to Frodo the truth behind your gift, which he takes with great joy.

･ﾟ✧ Galadriel.

Galadriel is convinced that the ring you made for her carries a deeper meaning, she just can’t quite put her finger on it, with you being so mysterious. It intrigues her, since usually everyone is an open book to her. When she asks you anew about your gift, you can’t help but give in to her warm telepathic voice, and confess your feelings to her. She’d light up with joy – “What a wonderful gift! The most precious anyone has to give!”

･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

For Gandalf, you’d craft a new staff or wand. You don’t expect much when you gift it to him, so his sudden attention comes as a surprise to you: “You said you’ve made this yourself? It is an artful present…” His soft, loving glance would instantly tell you he understood. You share a blissful laugh, before he would deny any knowledge about your culture.

･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

You’d gift Gimli a precious stone or gem you found in the mines, having perfected it into a shape that’s perfect for his collection. When you gift it to him, his reaction puzzles you though: “No gem in this world is more precious than your presence in my life…” He wanted to confess to you too – what impeccable timing!

･ﾟ✧ Haldir.

Haldir is the worst person to make gifts for – while he trains his face not to show it, his confusion is still very much readable to you, now that you know him. The archery gloves you made for him are stored away deep in his travel bag, never to be seen again. It’s not until Aragorn secretly informs him of your region’s customs that Haldir finally understands your gesture – which leaves him even more irritated...! He is considerate enough to say “thank you” at least, with a timid kiss ♡

･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

Legolas would be thrilled that you made him an arrow, not meant for battle but prestigious decoration. The affection and care you poured into your hand-crafted gift do not escape his sharp attention, whenever he touches the glistening arrow and turns it in his hands. Intrigued by these feelings, he starts ‘investigating’ – meaning he teases you about a possible crush. He’d only stop when he sees how important this topic is too you, which is when he finally understands.

･ﾟ✧ Merry.

For Merry, you’d craft a new pipe. He is excited about your gift but oblivious to the deeper meaning behind it. That said, his sharp attention does catch your slight blush when you give it to him. It makes him think – and after days and days of pondering, he starts a courting offensive on his own, until the day you finally get together!

･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

The wood carving you’d gift Pippin is originally meant for decoration, but he carries it around his neck as an amulet. He proudly tells everyone who made it – and knowing how close the two of you are, it doesn’t take a genius to understand your gift’s true meaning. The situation would eventually solve by Pippin telling you, completely confused: “I thought we already were an item?! Of course I love you too!”

･ﾟ✧ Sam.

Out of all the Middle-Earth characters, Sam probably appreciates handcrafting and artisanship the most, being a craftsman himself. His reaction to your wood carving of a sunflower is appropriately flustered: “This must’ve taken quite some time to make, I’d say. Turned out so beautiful, too. Not that I expected anythin’ else from you! You are very skilled in many areas, after all…” His beautiful little speech charms you so much that you end up confessing your love unconventionally! Be it verbally or with a surprise kiss ♡

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