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tiny-tini-imagines · 8 months

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Hey, I saw your post and just realised you're new here🖤.

I saw that you take requests so I was wondering if you would mind to write some headcanons about the fellowship members and how they would react to a female fighter from our world. (Maybe refuses to wear dresses and is very emancipated) Hope that's understandable & thank you 🖤

Re.: Thank you for your request! Never thought I'd actually get an answer xD. I tried my best and hopefully its what U wanted.

Headcanon Request - Lord of the Rings

incl.: independent female fighter, fellowship

(added: character art, what they would say to them, or about them)

Aragorn:

Respectful: Aragorn recognizes her capabilities and respects her as a fighter, acknowledging her contributions.

Gravitas: He conveys his seriousness through his tone and demeanor, showing her that he considers her an important member of the group.

Empowerment: Aragorn empowers her by entrusting her with important tasks and responsibilities, boosting her confidence.

Guidance: He provides guidance by sharing his extensive knowledge of the world and offering advice on surviving in challenging situations. He's secretly protective (just as he'd be with Arwen)

Comradeship: Aragorn actively involves her in decision-making and treats her as an equal, fostering a sense of unity and camaraderie.

"Your strength and determination are truly remarkable, my friend. In this fellowship, we stand together as equals, comrades bound by a common purpose, and I hold your skills and character in the highest respect."

Legolas:

Curiosity: Legolas' curiosity leads him to engage her in conversations about her world, learning from her experiences and perspectives. (based on reciprocity)

Admiration: He frequently compliments her combat skills and courage, demonstrating his deep respect for her abilities, especially since she's a human

Grace: Legolas appreciates her fluid movements and agility in battle, often complimenting her grace under pressure. (however he always keeps an eye on her, although he knows it's not neccesary

Friendship: Through small gestures like sharing stories (and defending her in battle - if ever needed), he builds a strong and trusting friendship, sometimes showing her how she can do better

Teamwork: Legolas actively collaborates with her during fights, highlighting her importance in their team dynamics.

(same "who can kill more?" competition as with Gimli)

"Your grace in battle is as awe-inspiring as the dance of the leaves in the forest, my friend."

Gimli:

Skepticism: Gimli's skepticism is rooted in his initial doubts about whether she can keep up with the group, which he gradually overcomes. (get's actually impressed by her)

Curiosity: His curiosity about her world leads to lengthy discussions, and they bond over shared interests and differences. (He'd often talk about his folk, and would rave about dwarves)

Loyalty: As she proves herself, Gimli becomes fiercely loyal, actively supporting her decisions. If a man ever appears who doubts her or doesn't take her seriously, he is immediately at her side

Surprising Friendship: Over time, his skepticism turns into a deep and surprising friendship, marked by trust and camaraderie.

Mutual Respect: They both earn each other's respect through their actions, setting aside prejudices and working together effectively.

"Aye, lass, ye've a fire in yer heart that matches the forges of Erebor. I doubted at first, but now I see - ye're a true warrior, fierce and capable, and I'm honored to fight beside ye."

Gandalf:

Wise Mentor: Gandalf recognizes her potential and takes her under his wing, teaching her about the world they traverse and imparting his wisdom.

Guidance: He guides her in decision-making, fostering her growth and helping her adapt to the challenges they face. (However he keeps an watchful eye on her, unsure about her intentions)

Empowerment: Gandalf instills confidence in her abilities, believing that she can contribute significantly to their quest. (Thinking that she might have another point of view/ sees things and details that the others don't notice or think are seemingly unimportant)

Trust: He trusts her judgment, showing it by relying on her insights and respecting her choices.

Strategic Ally: Together, they strategize and plan, viewing each other as indispensable allies in the pursuit of their goals.

"In you, my dear, I see a spark of inner fire, a potential yet untapped. Embrace your strength and let it blaze like a beacon in our dark journey, for you have the power to change the course of this quest."

Boromir:

Initial Skepticism: Boromir is initially skeptical of her abilities and her commitment to their quest, as he worries about her impact on the Fellowship's safety. (Believing they'd have to protect her)

Gradual Trust: Over time, her actions and determination gradually earn Boromir's trust and respect, and he slowly starts to see her as a valuable member of the group.

Protectiveness: Boromir develops a protective attitude towards her, ensuring her safety during dangerous situations (offering to train with her to improve her combat skills, however shes the one to beat him in a battle)

Mutual Respect: As they share the trials of their journey, Boromir and her come to respect each other's strengths, skills, and dedication to their common cause. He'd open up to her (when alone) and talk about Gondor and his fears

"Your strength is undeniable, but in this perilous journey, remember to heed wisdom as well, my friend."

Frodo:

Protective: Frodo feels responsible for her safety and wishes he could protect her in dangerous situations, although it is absolutely not neccesary. He might feel guilty to, however she is quick to sense that and makes sure to tell him, that he should not worry about her

Trust: He trusts her unconditionally, evident in his reliance on her during crucial moments and his openness about his concerns and fears. (He only trusts Gandalf and Sam more, however Aragorn might share the same level of trust with her)

Friendship: Their deepening friendship is built on shared experiences, mutual trust, and unwavering support for each other.

Empathy: Frodo's understanding of her struggles (as a woman) fosters a strong sense of empathy, and they confide in each other about their personal challenges. (him as a hobbit/ her as a woman)

Courage: Both exhibit courage in their own ways, inspiring each other to persevere and face adversity head-on.

"Your courage reminds me that even in the darkest of times, the light of friendship and determination can guide us through."

Sam:

Respectful: Sam respects her independence and appreciates her combat skills, addressing her with deference and showing admiration for her capabilities.

Trusting: He trusts her judgment and decisions, often turning to her for guidance in challenging situations.

Friendship: Their friendship flourishes as they share personal stories, trust each other implicitly, and develop a profound bond during their journey. (it's also a bit like a mentor - protégé relationship)

Loyalty: Sam's loyalty to her is unwavering, always putting her safety and well-being above all else. (He'd instantly worry if she would not eat something and insist, even if it was just a bite)

Kindred Spirits: They connect on a deep level, understanding each other's motivations and providing emotional support when needed.

"Ye've got a heart as brave as Frodo's, and I've seen it in action more times than I can count."

Merry:

Curious: Merry's curiosity about her world leads to inquisitive conversations where they exchange stories and knowledge.

Supportive: He is supportive of her choices and actions, often backing her up in debates and ensuring she feels included.

Friendship: Their camaraderie transforms into a genuine friendship marked by laughter

Encouragement: Merry frequently offers words of encouragement and praise, boosting her confidence and morale unknowingly

Wit: Their friendship is sprinkled with witty exchanges and playful banter, creating a lighthearted atmosphere (that she actually treasures)

"Blimey! You've got a spirit as fiery as a dragon's breath, lass! I reckon you'll give even the bravest of us a run for their money on this quest!"

Pippin:

Playfulness: Pippin's playful nature adds a touch of levity to their journey, lightening the mood when things get tough.

Friendship: Their friendship deepens as they share adventures and form lasting memories together. (He'd occasionaly offer her his pipe, but she'd politely decline)

Loyalty: Pippin's loyalty is unwavering, standing by her side through thick and thin. (She's often the one to watch out for him and safe him from dangerous situations)

Admiration: He admires her determination and independence, often expressing admiration for her spirit.

Growth: Their experiences together lead to personal growth, making them more resilient and capable adventurers. Pippin learns a lot from her, might get a bit more serious

"Y'know, I've never met anyone quite like you, lass. Your spirit's as fierce as the fire of the Shire's finest pipeweed! And I reckon that's saying something, coming from a Took like me!"

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almost-gabrielle · 1 year

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I will happily take any Frodo Baggins imagines if y'all want one 😁! Some might be longer than others cuz this week is Holy Week and some days are busier than others. But y'all should expect the imagines to be posted before the end of the week, depending on what life is like. Also, you're more than welcome to request on my Wattpad page (almostgabrielle) if you want to. thanks for requesting :)!

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benslittlestarkiller · 2 years

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This is my LOTR OC, Amber Greenleaf for my upcoming fanfic A Light in the Dark. Below is her character profile.

Name: Amber Greenleaf Aliases: Amber, Thranduil calls her “ithildin” (means “starlight” in Elvish) Gender/Pronouns: she/her Sexual/Romantic Orientation: straight Age: 3458 years old Birthdate: she was born in the Second Age Occupation: assassin Height: 5′5″ ft Build: curvy but thin, wide hips, huge breasts, fat ass, long legs Skin Tone: tan Hair: long (reaches her ass), blonde, and wavy Eyes: one blue, one brown (represents her duality) Identifying Marks: has a long scar on her back (will be discussed in her background...) Appearance: stunningly beautiful, she seems to glow in the moonlight (which is why Thranduil calls her “ithildin”), beings of all realms are captivated by her. Many love her, but no one truly knows her... except for Thranduil. Personality: Motivations: is sent by the guild of assassins to kill Thranduil, she had been brainwashed from birth to follow her leader (Sauron)’s orders, however meeting Thranduil changed everything. She left the league of assassins and Sauron sent assassins after her, but Thranduil saved her life. When she became pregnant with his child (Legolas), she vowed to take down the assassin syndicate so that her child would be safe. Current Goal: kill Suaron and protect her unborn child Life Goal: Amber wants to live a happy life with Thranduil in Mirkwood, and have lots of his babies. Motto: “In the darkness, we found a light many never see...” Best Quality: her beauty Worst Quality: None. Fears: losing Thranduil Hobbies: fighting, assassinating, killing, maiming, torture, sex. Talents: sex, killing, singing Skills: sex, killing Alignment: grey, neutral. Group/Organizational Affiliations: Brotherhood of Assassins, Thranduil Family: marries Thranduil and has Legolas, and then some more kids too. Best Friends: Thranduil Relationship Status: Married to Thranduil Significant Other: Thranduil Other Relationships: none Secret: Is part of assassin group (Thranduil doesn’t know at first) then pregnant (she doesn’t tell him for a while - elf pregnancies can last for up to 4 years) Influential Memory: being tortured by Sauron, it’s how she got her scar on her back Role Model: at first she admires Sauron but then she sees the error of his ways Crush: Thranduil Source of Embarrassment: her scar Source of Pride: her big happy family with Thranduil

Backstory: Amer grew up in an orphanage, she was abandonded as an elf baby, and was found by Sauron who raised her. However he was abusive and mistreated her. He taught her to fight, and then she joined his Assassin League, and he gave her a task to prove her loyalty: Kill Thranduil. Amber left for Mirkwood where she met Thranduil in the woods one night. She gripped her dagger tight, its tip laced with poison, but before she could strike him down, he spoke. Instantly, she was captivated by him. Fate had brought them together. Theirs was a love that would change Middle Earth irrevocably.

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lotr-fanatic-1 · 1 year

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A Tale of Sacrifice

Chapter One: Welcome to Bag End

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Warnings: None

Word Count: 2621

Synopsis: Finding themselves in a world beyond imagination was not what the two strangers thought was going to take place today. Especially as it is the calm before the storm.

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"Who might you be?" Called out a voice, welcoming and small, but alarmed nonetheless. "I've never seen your kind around here before. Well, other than Gandalf I suppose."

Taking in the newest addition to their little patch of grass, (y/n) and her boyfriend of many years stared into the crystalline eyes of Frodo Baggins. He was just as cute, if not more adorable, than in the movies, but she'd never admit that.

"We're from a far off village!" The woman began while covering her less modest clothes. "We have been looking for a safe place to stay and ended up here late last night. We must've fallen asleep without realizing it."

Her boyfriend stood up, his alien clothes earning a strange look from the far smaller hobbit. "I am (Bf/n), and this is my girlfriend, (y/n). Uh, we could use your help, we've been traveling for so long without rest."

"Orcs!" (Y/n) quickly brought up. "Our village was attacked by orcs and we were the only survivors."

Frodo's brows creased with worry and suspicion. Though, the two strangers did not blame his intuition. Their clothes were like nothing ever seen in Middle-Earth, both wore jeans and a printed t-shirt and a jacket. Their shoes were strange, their appearances were clean and unchanged. In all honesty, they themselves did not believe Frodo would trust them.

But fate is strange, and it must have been fate that led the kind little hobbit to the two strangers.

"Alright, I will believe you." The hobbit lifted his hands, which held a book and pen, above his head in defeat. "You two must be hungry, how about we go visit my uncle. If anyone would sympathize with an orc attack it would be him." His cheeks reddened and creased his gentle eyes with a smile. "Come now, I'm sure Bilbo would be happy to hear some of your adventures past The Shire! I am curious myself!"

In utter disbelief the two strangers of Middle-Earth looked questioningly at each other, but (Bf/n) shrugged knowing there was no danger in The Shire. At least, not yet. "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe." He winked and followed the hobbit down the grassy hill.

The woman huffed out a laugh. "I'm more worried about you. If anyone is going to give anything away it would be you."

He feigned hurt. "Me? How could you say that?"

The path had quickly become rough from the cobblestone staircase, the uneven rocks perfect for slipping and landing on your bum. "You know more than I do about this universe, besides, I'm an amazing actress." She smiled and stepped onto the path after her boyfriend.

He smiled proudly. "I guess, but I'll do my best not to slip up. And you, a good actor? You can't keep a straight face even if your life depended on it."

"I can!" She whispered with a playful aggressiveness. "And unlike you-" halfway into her sentence she noticed a wet rock under his foot and snatched onto his arm to pull him to safety. "I'm not as clumsy."

(Bf/n)'s cheeks flared red with embarrassment. "Not my fault I have big feet."

Ah, the excuse he would use before. He wasn't exactly wrong, she guessed, compared to her he was much taller and she assumed he just couldn't quite get used to it. At least that was something he mentioned before. Still, the woman couldn't help but giggle a little too loud. "You can't quite say that anymore." Her hands motioned to the hobbits around them.

He huffed playfully. "They're used to it."

"I'm sure they are."

Frodo, aware of the banter or not, announced their arrival at his uncle's abode. "This is Bag End, my uncle's residence." The gentle hobbit knocked on the door and called out his name to the hermit on the other side. "Bilbo is not exactly fond of visitors, so just let me do the talk-."

"Frodo! Come in, come in." Bilbo furrowed his scraggly brows upon resting his forest green gaze on the two strangers. "And who might you two be?"

His tone was not exactly rude, but it was not kind either. Something in between curious and defensive, if (y/n) were to place it.

Frodo intervened before unnecessary miscommunication occurred. "Travelers. They fled from an attack upon their village, they have nowhere else to go." The pleading tone was a good move on Frodo's part, she thought to herself.

"I see... where did you say you hail from?"

The couple went wide eyed and quickly stared at each other with the same nervous expression. "America." They both blurted, looked back to Bilbo and feverishly nodded. "Yup, America."

Now it was the hobbits turn to look at each other in confusion. "America, and where might that be?" The elder hobbit's hands smoothed out his vest slowly, methodically. Calloused and old hands stopped at his waist and while one slipped into his pants pocket another snaked into his vest pocket. The woman might only have so much knowledge with this new world, but she knew what rested within his pocket.

(Bf/n) took the lead. "It is south of here, east of Enedwaith. It was a small village, and I have never seen it on a map other than the ones at home. It's not surprising that it doesn't ring a bell."

Bilbo glanced at his nephew with a quizzical expression which was returned with a shrug. "Alrighty then, no point in staying outside when you are welcome inside."

The woman smiled. "Thank you! We really appreciate the help."

"Bah! No need to thank me, it is a pleasure to help fellow adventurers." He laughed and smiled, hands waving around in a welcoming gesture. Bilbo's personality was a stark contrast to his earlier actions, something that frightened (y/n). After all, she was one of the few people who knew what was in his pocket.

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Time had passed without much excitement. (Y/n) found worth in sewing articles of clothing for herself and her significant other, as well as fixing a few coats and shirts for Bilbo in appreciation.

(Bf/n), strong and intelligent, helped around the village in preparation for Bilbo's hundred and eleventh birthday. It was a turning point in the story, far too soon for (y/n) to properly process everything that had happened in these last few hours.

She had normal clothes on when she got here, so she did not just fall asleep. All the happenings so far has been shared with (Bf/n) too, so being here is not an isolated incident. Not to mention, she had all her jewelry she usually wore out, some trinkets, and even a useless phone. She was not the only one with otherworldly items.

Just what would be the reason as to why the two of them ended up in Middle-Earth of all places? Especially during the time when The One Ring would be passed down and eventually destroyed.

Furthermore, if she was stuck here, what of everything she had worked towards? Was everything for nothing? All the schools and grades, hardships and successes, was it all for nothing?

"Ow!" The woman winced when the needle pierced deep into her skin. A crimson bead already growing on the tip.

"Are you alright, miss (y/n)?"

"Hm? Oh yes, I'm fine. Just pricked myself." She smiled at the older hobbit and wiped away the blood. At this moment it was only the two of them in Bag End.

The smell of tea and warm milk filled the living room with a sense of comfort, the warm sunlight seeping through the windows adding the finishing touches. A song of turning pages and scribbles echoed throughout the space along with the shuffling of fine fabrics.

(Y/n) sucked lightly on her finger to rid the blood and wiped it on the skirt of her dress with little regard. She was going to return to sewing Bilbo's favorite vest but something told her to bring her attention elsewhere.

Her concerned gaze found the old hobbit resting in his mighty writing chair and slowly it moved towards the weapon she feared. A new tune filled the room, it was alluring and seductive and inviting her to come closer.

She almost fell into curiosity for what was calling her, but a knock on the door brought her back to reality before she acted upon such thoughts.

~~~ Sometime Before ~~~

(Bf/n) gave a nervous grin as he twisted and weaved past the far smaller than himself hobbits. In his arms rested a barrel of rich mead in which he was assigned to deliver to the party area, but no one told him where to go.

Now the lost giant was stuck in a crowd of small hobbits bustling about and ignoring his obvious distress.

By some miracle, a blessing from god or fate he did not know, a familiar face tugged at his shirt to grab his attention. Frodo with a grin as bright as the sun stared up at the man. "Go ahead and put that down, (Bf/n), I'd like you to meet someone. He is an old friend of my uncle." The curly haired hobbit tugged a little harder. "Come on now, we shouldn't keep him waiting too long!"

The man smiled down and scurried to put down the barrel with an apologetic smile. The other workers gave strange glances when he scurried after the Baggins. "Who is it?" He asked, despite knowing exactly who was destined to show up around this time. The biggest clue was not the setting of Bilbo's party, as one might have guessed, but the distant sound of fireworks echoing throughout The Shire.

"Gandalf, a great wizard from afar! He is a little late, but I have already excused him." The goofy grin stretched from ear to ear on the hobbit, and the farther they traveled the closer they became to the wizard in question.

It was a dream come true for the man to meet Gandalf the Grey.

Though, the face the wizard had did not reflect the same excitement, instead it was of a strange amazement. His bushy, grey brows were furrowed over his muted blue eyes in question... or maybe recognition? The fan could not quite tell.

"Who might you have brought me, my dear Frodo?" The quizzical wizard shook as the young hobbit jumped back into the cart's seat with a chuckle.

"This is one of the strangers I was talking about earlier."

"Is he now? Well it is a pleasure to meet you, (Bf/n). How about you join us on our journey to Bag End?" The wizard eyed Frodo with a mischievous look.

The hobbit, knowing clearly what he had done, took the front seat and doomed the man into the back with the fireworks. Not exactly the most comfortable place, but whoever claims the seat first, the wizard supposed. "Frodo has told me of your predicament, I would love to hear more about it, if you wouldn't mind?"

"Oh, sure!" Replied the clumsy man, who struggled to find a place to settle in the back of the cart. Frodo and Gandalf chuckled at the sight.

"Alrighty then, let us continue on our way."

Light banter and small conversation trailed down the path they traveled upon. Warm rays of light and chirping birds set the tone for a wonderful rest of the day. The three of them got along like old friends and time passed far faster than it should have, for when they looked up they had already arrived at the house in the hill.

The old wizard tapped his staff against the cart as he descended onto the gravel road. "Time to meet a dear old friend. Shall we?"

No words needed to be said as the three of them knocked on the door and awaited the elder hobbit on the other side.

"No thank you! We don't want any more visitors, well wishers or distant relations!"

(Y/n) on the other side of the door and no longer taken by the seductive song of the ring, perked up once hearing those familiar words.

"And what about very old friends?"

Ah, that was the line that usually made her boyfriend smile. A kind sentence with a kind feeling, reminiscent of a childhood comfort food in the bottom of one's belly.

"Gandalf!" Exclaimed the hobbit with a clap of his old hands. "Get the door, my dear! Go on now."

"R-right." The woman moved all the materials off her lap and brushed off the small threads sticking to her cream colored dress. Swiftly she made her way to the circular door, and after a deep breath to collect her thoughts she turned the metal knob and smiled at the wizard on the other side. "Hello."

Surprise met the smaller woman from the grey haired man. Something deep within his eyes sparking to life in amazement... or was it alarm? Either way the flickering flame hid itself as soon as it came. "Hello, my lady, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." He took off his pointy hat and gave a light bow before entering the abode with the two goofballs behind him. "A wonderful time it is, to meet new faces."

"Welcome, welcome! Come on in, here we are!" The old hobbit shuffled past the newcomers and towards his old friend and gave him the biggest hug his little body could muster. "Tea or maybe something a little stronger? I've got a few bottles of the Old Winyard left, 1296, a very good year, almost as old as I am."

"No thank you, just tea will do." Gandalf released the hobbit that ran off into the kitchen after taking the staff and hat. "One hundred and eleven years old, you haven't aged a day, Bilbo." His tone reflected concern, not missed by Frodo or the strangers.

Strangers, now turned guests.

Frodo joined in. "Yes, amazing isn't it?" He laughed wholeheartedly and placed his book down onto the chair once used for sewing. "The Sack-Ville's are still at large though, bothering and irritating poor Bilbo. You would think they would have given up by now."

"In time, I hope." The wizard mumbled the last part knowing fully well how persistent the Sack-Ville's are. "Though I'm more curious about your new friends Bilbo, you have never been the most sociable of hobbits." He teased.

The older gentleman huffed and glanced slyly over to the bearded man. "Frodo brought them over, the sweet boy, and I just couldn't leave them without a home."

Gandalf smiled, knowing fully well that despite his age and hermit-like tendencies, he couldn't stop his kind heart from winning over his head. It was something the wizard loved about Bilbo.

The couple glanced at each other warily for they knew events that would happen in the near future, none of which were particularly good. Soon there would be a party which would lead to a terrible turn of events. And sooner rather than later it came time for the party.

Flickering flames, fireworks, mead and ale and foods fresher than anything back home welcomed the guests. Hobbits screeched with joy, ate beyond humanly possible, drank even more and told stories of trolls. The amount of love and life in the air sang in harmony.

Though when silence took hold of the field the two knew those songs were at their end. A new tune would play, growing darker and darker until nothing but a small bit of light remained.

Then again, one light is all that is needed to spark hope in the lives of many.

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 1 year

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Fluffuary 2023 Day 28: Slow Dancing- Frodo Baggins x OC

Frodo Baggins x Lalia Featherborn

Description: Lalia's birthday party is definitely an eventful one.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: And so we come to the end of this challenge. Despite the fact that I finished it late as hell I actually did have fun with it. Thank you to the lovely @darthglitterfanfictionnfiction for making this challenge and letting me participate!!

Today was a rather exciting day for the Hobbits of Hobbiton. It was October sixth, Laila’s birthday. The Wood Nymph had come to find out that Hobbits took birthday parties very seriously, which was a stark contrast for her kind. Most Nymphs don’t celebrate birthdays because they usually have so many in their lifetime that it just seemed like a moot point.

It seemed that she wouldn’t be getting that for this birthday, however. As soon as Merry, Brooke, Pippin and Camelia found out that her birthday was coming up they insisted on throwing a birthday party for her. And she just couldn’t say no to her dear friends.

So, when October sixth finally arrived, Lalia was woken up by the girls, who already had a dress already picked out for the party. Lalia was a bit saddened to see Frodo wasn’t there, but she got over it when the girls informed her that he and the other boys were already off at the party location (which was in a field near the center of Hobbiton) making sure everything was going according to plan.

After getting dressed she allowed them to lead her through town until they reached the field. She was surprised to see that just about everyone in town showed up (whether by invitation or otherwise), so it was sort of a big deal in the Shire. They were all eating, drinking, talking, laughing, dancing or all of the above. There wasn’t a single person that wasn’t having fun already, and Lalia had decided to join in the festivities immediately.

Lalia spent most of the time dancing. She’d come to learn that it was one of her favorite things to do, so no one was surprised to see her spend at least half of the party thus far doing just that. She danced with men, women, children, and even Gandalf (who had decided to attend with a cart full of fireworks) at some point.

Eventually Lalia decided it was time for a break. She’d been in the process of looking for an empty seat between greeting guests when suddenly a high pitched sound filled her ears. Upon looking to the sky, where she located the noise, she was met with a large firework in the shape of a red dragon. Fire gushed from its nostrils as it turned back and flew low towards the startled crowd. Her eyes widened as she, and most of the party, began running away from the display. The dragon roared a few feet above their heads like a flaming express train and the Hobbits dove to the ground, tables overturned, tents collapsed and food flew everywhere. Everyone looked up as the fireworks dragon turned a somersault and exploded over the hills with a deafening bang and the words ‘Happy Birthday Lalia’ being spelled out in the air.It was the biggest firework of the night and it received the biggest cheer.

It was enough to take Laila’s breath away and she found herself cheering loudly along with the rest of the crowd. She turned around to search for Gandalf to compliment the magnificent display, then her eyes landed on none other than Merry and Pippin both covered in soot and their clothes and hair smoking. They were being scolded by the Wizard himself, which caused a wave of understanding to wash over her. Of course such a massive display so early in the night would be the fault of the two biggest troublemakers.

Unfortunately her gaze was broken from the rather amusing sight when she heard more cheering. Much to her surprise, it was her they were cheering for this time. Several Hobbits were carrying a huge cake with many lit candles on an even larger cake stand towards her. They set it down on the table right in front of her, then someone counter to three before everyone began singing in unison.

The girl had absolutely no idea what to do while they sang happy birthday to her, so she instead found Frodo’s eyes. The boy in question stood just on the other side of the table from her, also singing while a wide smile adorned his face. That had been the first time she’d seen him all night, though she had a feeling that it wasn’t really either of their fault. With so many people at the party she had a hard time finding any of her friends amongst the many (mostly unfamiliar) faces. But now, seeing him, sort of felt like a relief. She couldn’t help but return his smile as everyone clapped when the song came to an end.

“Blow out your candles!” She heard Camelia call from somewhere in the crowd followed by several others urging her to do so. The Nymph laughed softly but did as they said and blew out all the candles (though it took several tries).

After the cake was cut, passed out and eaten, the merriment continued. The music started up again and many Hobbits headed for the dance area once again. Lalia, meanwhile, decided to search for a drink. She found a cup of water and was sipping at it as she looked around for a place to sit. She paused as her eyes landed on the one person she’d been searching for all night.

Frodo had been sitting by himself at one of the many tables that had been set up for the many party guests with a mug of ale in his hands. His eyes stayed on the crowd of dancers, gazing intently at them. Almost like he was searching for someone. Lalia had the distinct feeling that she knew exactly who he was looking for. A smile formed on her face as she made her way over to him.

“You’re looking a bit lonely just sitting there,” she commented as she took a seat beside him, which made him look at her. “Why aren’t you dancing?” A smile to match hers appeared on his lips when he realized that it was her.

“I was waiting for someone special to dance with,” he answered. The Wood Nymph watched as he suddenly stood and held his hand out to her.

“May I have this dance, Lalia?”

“I would be honored, Frodo,” she responded happily as she took his hand. She stood with his help and allowed him to lead her to the dance area, where they found a place to dance comfortably. It was a slower song this time around, so they positioned themselves accordingly. While Laila’s arms wrapped around Frodo’s neck, his hands came up to rest on her waist as they began swaying to the music. A content sigh left her lips as they danced together.

No words needed to be spoken between them, they were more than happy to just hold each other. After many hours of waiting and several obstacles that got in their way, they were finally right where they wanted to be. In each other’s arms.

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagine #frodo baggins #frodo baggins imagine #frodo baggins x oc

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marsconer · 1 year

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guess what…this is gonna be longer than what i expected

#lord of the rings oc #lord of the rings #antiheroine #penelope grigio #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #the shire #merry and pipping #the fellowship of the ring #legolas x oc #modern girl in middle earth

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rated-immature · 2 years

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#oc artwork #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #frodo x sam #chibi #cute #lotr fanart

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autistook · 2 months

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DAISIES | masterpost

💛 Chapter 1 💛 Chapter 11

💛 Chapter 2 💛 Chapter 12

💛 Chapter 3 💛 Chapter 13

💛 Chapter 4 💛 Chapter 14

💛 Chapter 5

💛 Chapter 6

💛 Chapter 7

💛 Chapter 8

💛 Chapter 9

💛 Chapter 10

Plot summary: Merry and you have been best friends for ages. Something slowly starts to change between you two. You start seeing him in a completely new light.

《 AN: 'Daisies' changes some things from canon, Frodo having a sister (reader) and other things, including the distances between Hobbiton and Tuckborough or Buckland (canonically about 2 days by walking, hours with horses. In daisies however, all a few hours away by walking.) 》

While the start of the story is set before/at the start of the Fellowship of the Ring, the story will progress to the events of the trilogy. The events will sometimes differ just a little from canon and will also shift between book/movie events. Not everything is going to be 100% lore accurate, and I am sorry about that in advance.

《 Status: Not even close to finishing, buckle up! 》

Pairing: Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader / soft oc

《 Keyword: Slow burning romance 》

Trigger warnings and genres: At the start of every chapter, some mature themes

《 Reader/oc character: taken in/adopted by Bilbo Baggins as a small girl, after her parents died by drowning. Reader was given the last name Baggins after this. Reader is awfully afraid of water. Best friends with Merry and Pippin for years. Still lives in Bag End with Frodo, an older brother to her, even though not related by blood. A creative, slightly insecure personality, with a good sense of humor and a temper every now and then. Caring, adventurous and has child-like enthusiasm. Straight forward with words most of the time, but when crushing she becomes more awkward. 》

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Also available on ao3, but I post here first!

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manlywitch · 2 years

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シMY MASTER LISTシ

Requests are- opened☆

◇Rules and boundaries◇

- I will not write female readers.

- Don't expect me to write your request within a snap of a finger. It might take some time.

- I won't write any weird kinks like barf or scat.

- I won't write anything romantic about a literal child (16 is the minimum)

No romantic fem character x male reader

- No Irl serial killers.

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Fandoms and characters I write for.

BNHA

- Almost all class 1-A males. ☆

- Almost all class 1-B males. ☆

- Platonic stories with the girls. ☆

- Almost all pro-heroes. ☆

- Almost all villains. ☆

FNaF

- Human versions of the animatronics. ☆

- Animatronics X animatronic reader. ☆

- Micheal Afton. ☆

- William Afton. ☆

- Most nightguards. ☆

Sally Face

- Sal Fisher. ☆

- Larry Johnson. ☆

- Travis Phelps. ☆

Hazbin Hotel.

- Angel Dust. ☆

- Alastor. ☆

- Sir. Pentious. ☆

Helluva boss.

- Blitzø ☆

- Moxxie. ☆

- Stolas ☆

Lord of the rings/Hobbit.

-Legolas ☆

-Frodo Baggins ☆ -Gimli☆ -Aragorn☆ -Boromir☆ -Samwise Gamgee☆

-Thranduil☆ -Bilbo baggins

-The 15 dwarves☆

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Oc's

- Yandere's. ☆

- Demonic male's. ☆

- Childhood friends. ☆

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< about me >

Name: Evan.

Nationality: Denmark (Dansk)

Pronouns: He/him.

Job: Cleaner + student.

Age: 21.

Special interest: Frida Kahlo

Extra info: I'm Danish but live in America for college ^^.

I'm also Autistic so I might come off as 'rude' to some people :p

I'm Jewish so um...Yeah do whatever you want with it I guess 👍

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gracehateseggnog · 14 days

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talwynn of the fey realm ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ legolas x oc

summary: a few days out from rivendell, the fellowship meet an odd character on her way to helm's deep for a peculiar mission not so different from their own.

pairing: legolas x fey!oc

word count: 6.3k

a/n: this is the first chapter of legolas & talwynn's story. if you want more context, check out the battle of helm's deep author's note to understand a bit more.

tw: probably a lot of incorrect lore. again, fairly new fan.

gif creds: unknown

The Fellowship of The Ring had come to fruition after little persuasion yet much gambling on Gandalf’s part. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, the heir to Isildur’s throne took the end of the group, protecting and honouring his oath to keep an eye on Frodo, to defend the Hobbit with his life until they had returned from Mordor. Legolas, son of the elven King Thranduil, was just shortly ahead of him, turning his head back to look at his dear friend to converse every once in a while, but mostly keeping vigilant in his surroundings, his right hand holding tightly to the wood of his bow. Gimli, son of Glóin, walked beside Legolas, much to the elf’s disappointment, his axe swinging across his body with every step across the grassy hills he took. Samwise’s pony, Bill, carried the group’s excess supplies, such as rations and clothing from Rivendell, through their journey in front of Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas. The four Hobbits, Frodo, Samwise, Merry, and Pippin took the lead of the group with Gandalf and Boromir their only heads.

Deep valleys became their only view ahead, sipping deep beneath the mountainous earth and revealing a large, daunting river and waterfall beneath them and blocking their path directly into Mordor. The Misty Mountains were due east of their path, towards the Gap of Rohan, which they had planned to stay, on behalf of Gimli’s quite adamant instruction. He had a sort of cousin living in the gap, a leader that held his people, made up of many dwarves, inside of the gap. Legolas wasn’t truly paying much attention to what Gimli was saying, though it quickly became a harrowing challenge to hinder the arrogant dwarf’s words from weaseling into his head. Thankfully, no wind had cursed their tenth day out from Rivendell, not even as they neared the mountains that Frodo’s uncle, Bilbo Baggins, had crossed sixty years ago in search of the ancient dragon Smaug. Frodo couldn’t help but be reminded of the story Bilbo had told him, and as he walked, it continuously felt like he was continuing what his uncle had started with the ring.

“Yur’ seem lost in thought there, Leggy. What’s on that mind o’ yur’s?” Gimli’s voice rang through the elf’s ears, his deep, broad tone making the tips of them flutter from the sheer volume the dwarf could produce. He was shorter than most on the journey, but he was most definitely the loudest of them all.

“If you must know, Gimli, I’m thinking about how much quicker this journey would go by if you weren’t speaking.” Legolas replied shortly, his fingers flexing against the handle of his bow as he looked out towards the valley of water to the west.

“Legolas.” Aragorn sighed, yet concealed his amused expression as they walked on. He knew as well as any other in the group how much the elf despised Gimli, whether it was because of the battle of Erebor or simply because he hated the dwarf in particular, that Aragorn did not know.

Legolas just hated Gimli. “He asked the question, Aragorn. And a foolish one, at that. Why are you so keen to understand what I think about?”

“I am just curious!” Gimli defended.

“Perhaps you should stay curious. One does not need to know everything they wonder about.”

“We are surrounded by wonder! It’s not my fault I wish to have some relief from all this thinking.”

“I doubt you do much of it, Gimli, you need not worry your thoughtless head.”

“Hey!”

Aragon heaved another sigh, yet it was no mask to cover amusement this time, it was only in the best interest of the entire group, of which most had turned their heads at Gimli’s sudden exclamation. “Legolas—”

“There is no need for interjection, Aragorn, I was done speaking.” Legolas shook his head, looking once at Gimli without so much of a revealing emotion as a huff, whilst the red-bearded dwarf crossed his arms against his chest, tucking his axe handle in between.

“You are a piece of work, elf. Like most of your kind.” Gimli scoffed.

“It is called resilience.”

“It is called stubbornness!”

“Enough. Both of you.” Aragorn’s voice was firm, but not heavy-weighted. He was not angry with his dearest friend nor the dwarf, though he had purpose and means to protect the Fellowship from gaining any excess attention than what they already had, and the loud fighting was no help. “If there were Orcs on the other side of the mountains, they would have heard you both bickering, and we would soon be dead by their black poison.”

“He started it—”

“Gimli, is this not a child’s game?” The dwarf felt as if this was a conversation worthy enough to stop in the road for, but Aragorn and Legolas kept walking forward, along with the rest of the group. “Passing the blame will get us no further than Rohan before the Fellowship is disbanded due to your differences. As much as I am sure it pains you both greatly, you can not sacrifice Frodo’s purpose.”

The back of the group fell into silence save for their harsh footsteps against soft, grassy ground. Rivendell had been nearly two weeks ago. It felt to Legolas he had parted from his people far too soon, but he knew that Bilbo’s ring had to be destroyed with as much haste as the Fellowship could offer, and that meant an equally hasty goodbye to his father and Tauriel. It was true that he had felt homesick as soon as he had departed from Mirkwood, as soon as his home had vanished behind him, and a new journey opened up in front of him. Something in him had known it would be long before he returned, but no amount of homesickness could balance the scale of what needed to be done with the ring. Gandalf had brought him to council for a reason, had accepted his help when he offered it for a reason, and he was standing alongside his oldest friend, Aragorn, for a reason. He had to push his longing for his normal life to the side, and make way for the excitement and thrill of a new adventure—

A small pressure pushed onto Legolas’ back and disappeared just as soon as it had gone, followed by a short squeak and a thumping noise against the grass beneath him. Whatever had landed so forcefully against him, a bird, a rather large insect, or perhaps even an arrow that had torn open the back of his green, elven tunic, had the sound of human shock. Legolas couldn’t trust a familiar tone of voice, though he had heard many tales of beasts that mimicked the voices of those who they killed in the past. He twisted around carefully, his hand flipping his bow into a position he could easily pull from, and his other fiddling with his quiver of arrows. In front of him, nothing but the horizon. Above, nothing but the sky. Below, nothing but grass, except for a small, moving, blob of red. His eyes adjusted, and he could see clearly what had run into his upper back so quickly.

A fey. Small, winged with dragonfly-like glides attached to her back, fluttering off the dust that had accumulated from her tall fall to the ground. The flash of red Legolas had seen was of her outfit, which he could scarcely make out the details of from his suddenly towering height. She had ashy blonde hair, much darker than yet so similar to his own, but his was braided and straight as a boar’s, while hers was messily curled into many different patterns, wisps flying across her face and into her blue eyes. Though he could not see it from his position, the fey’s eyes matched the colour of her wings, alighting in reflection of the sun and finally ridding themselves of the rest of the dirt that had latched onto them. Legolas hadn’t seen a fey in his lifetime which was incredibly rare, considering how long he had lived. Of course, his father Thranduil had mentioned a few in his many stories, but they had disappeared into just that, folklore and legends that travelled down through generations of elves, dwarves, Hobbits, and humans.

“Legolas?” Aragorn called, now a few feet from the elven prince who had turned around.

“Just a moment.” Legolas replied.

He watched as the fey’s wings began to flutter quicker, letting her rise to meet his eye level. Here, he could see everything about her. A red outfit that reminded him of what Tauriel would wear on casual occasions, not a dress yet not pants, a mix between the two that told Legolas she was on an adventure, as well. Her darkened blonde hair glistened in the light and so did her wings, fluttering with a slight ‘bzz’-ing sound following each movement that kept her upright in the air. A brown satchel he hadn’t noticed before was strewn across her torso, the flap closed tightly with a golden buckle yet still moving through the slight breeze as it wandered through the valley, not affecting Legolas but affecting the fey greatly as she swayed back and forth. Curious, nobody had mentioned her kind in hundreds of years, not since Sauron had been banished in the Second Age, it was quite intriguing that this fey had suddenly appeared during the Fellowship’s journey to destroy the ring he had once used to return to his full power all those years ago.

“My greatest apologies!” The fey spoke hurriedly to Legolas, and he wondered if she knew his title by the way she was acting. “I am in quite the rush, I was looking to the Misty Mountains, and was not paying attention to my direction.”

“It is quite alright.” Legolas nodded, but didn’t smile.

“Maybe you could help my cause!”

“Oh?”

“I am in search of Gandalf the Grey, I was told he could help me in a very important search of mine.”

Legolas was not surprised when Gandalf appeared beside him, sensing the presence of the fey in need of his help. His appearance to the back of the group had halted the Fellowship completely, and Legolas looked back to see Frodo and the other Hobbits stopped with Aragorn, Boromir, and Gimli at their sides. The ancient wizard had seen better times, his eyes scornful with age and determination, but they seemed to soften as they looked upon the fey flying in front of Legolas’ face. He knew then that Gandalf had seen this fey before, that much was clear, though Gandalf seemed to have been aware of everything that went on in Middle-Earth, whether or not it concerned him. Aragorn stepped closer to the newfound group, his eyes catching the fey and furrowing deeply. Her race had been talked about in legend for years in many families, surely including the Gondorian royal family, and most definitely not excluding the tales of Hobbits and dwarves. But that is exactly what the fey had been to them until now, legends and tall tales, now there stood, or rather flew, one in front of the Fellowship.

“I am Gandalf, Gandalf is me.” The old wizard introduced himself, a wary eye from Legolas still on the fey as he spoke. “Why do you search for me?”

“It is an honour, Gandalf the Grey.” She bowed in the air, holding one palm against her stomach as she looked back up, turning to face Gandalf instead of the blonde elf. “On behalf of my people, I am in request of your help in the search of the Hurbryn Amulet in Helm’s Deep.”

“Helm’s Deep?” Legolas wondered aloud.

“Your people have been enshrouded in darkness since the Second Age,” Gandalf stated. “Why have you emerged now?”

“There have been rumours of Sauron’s plans to enact his full potential and strength once again, to cover Middle-Earth in shadow. We have been preparing for this since our concealment all those years ago. We have an army to offer, but we are of no use unless we can find the amulet.” She replied. “We have been in contact with the dwarves of Erebor, and they have offered to melt down the amulet to supply our warriors in the Fey Realm.”

“Hmm…” Gandalf hummed, tapping at the bottom of his pipe, charring his middle and index finger with the scorched Southlinch. “And you are a warrior?”

“Yes.” She answered, turning to the side and showing a sheathed sword, though it took the size of something more comparable to a toothpick. “But I am of little use without the amulet, all of us are. The Hurbryn Amulet is our only hope to grow to human size and fight, without it, we will be forced to enshroud ourselves again.”

“We will be passing through Helm’s Deep on our way to Mordor.”

“To Mordor?!” The fey exclaimed. “Sauron’s power must be greater than we originally thought.”

“If you wish, I can offer you passage to Helm’s Deep alongside our Fellowship.” Gandalf adjusted his hold on his magical staff, crunching it further into the dirt and grass beneath. “But I can not offer safety. We are being hunted by Sauron’s Nine Riders. You will not be safe as long as you are with us.”

“I am not safe without you, either, sir Gandalf.” She replied. “Orcs have been migrating from Mordor and moving west, they mean to end the Fey Realm, I fear that Sauron is aware of our army and wishes to see it destroyed before I can return the amulet.”

“I see.”

“You must understand that I will be of little help without it, all I can bring is my sight ahead. If you will still have me despite this, I will gladly join your cause as far as Helm’s Deep.” She ended her remark with another short bow, this time addressed to the group that had gathered at the commotion; Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, and Frodo. “I am Talwynn, daughter of Mabonan, honourable soldier of the Fey Realm. I thank you endlessly for your help.”

One by one, Gandalf introduced the Fellowship to Talwynn. “This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Isildur’s heir to Gondor.” Aragorn, his hair wet and slightly curled from the humidity, nodded respectfully to the fey.

“Oh! Your majesty,” Talwynn bowed again.

“There is no need, Lady Talwynn.” Aragorn shook his head, dismissing her use of his proper name. “I dismissed my title long ago, Aragorn is enough.”

Talwynn nodded politely, and Gandalf continued, gesturing to the blonde elf beside him. “This is Legolas, son of King Thranduil of the Elves.” He stated.

“King Thranduil had a son?” Talwynn inquired aloud.

“Are you familiar with my father?” Legolas asked.

“My brother, Faeber, is a messenger, and he frequented Mirkwood often to keep trade and diplomatic relationships well with your father.” Talwynn answered. “They haven’t spoken in many years, not since the quest to find the Hurbryn Amulet has begun, it has taken all of our resources without reserve.”

Legolas nodded in understanding, keeping respectful of Gandalf’s time and deciding to speak to Talwynn about her knowledge of his father later on. The old wizard continued, “Boromir, son of Denethor the second, valiant warrior of Gondor.” Talwynn met each name with a polite bow of her head, strands of blonde hair falling into her eyes. “Gimli, son of Glóin, fearless dwarf fighter of the House of Durin. Our Frodo, nephew of Bilbo Baggins, leader of our journey to Mordor. And over there,” Gandalf gestured to their path onwards, where the other Hobbits were gallivanting around. “Samwise, Pippin, and Merry.”

“It is an honour to be alongside you all for this journey, truly.” Talwynn nodded.

“We shan’t waste another moment.” Gandalf remarked, looking to the sun before turning back around to face the other Hobbits. “This walk will take us forty days, I assume you do not want to make it fifty?” He scorned the shorter fellows, and they immediately straightened back into place, walking shortly behind the wizard so they could ask him questions.

Boromir and Aragorn nodded to Legolas and Talwynn before joining the pony, talking amongst themselves about Gondor as the adventure continued. Gimli stayed near Legolas, but let him keep the rear of the group and remained a few feet ahead of the elf. The fey kept alongside the archer, perhaps she felt his skills would be the most useful if she was attacked, but she also enjoyed his company, even after only knowing of him for a few moments. She hovered beside his right shoulder, keeping an eye out for any sign of danger whilst also letting her eyes gaze intently over the beautiful landscape of the outskirts of Bruinen. Talwynn had been outside of the Fey Realm plenty in comparison to many of her kin, but she rarely ever ventured outside of Cardolan, the surrounding area. She had never been so close to the Misty Mountains, and knowing she was going to climb through rich valleys and rivers and fly above forests and plains made her nearly vibrate with excitement, her wings fluttering doubly.

The blonde elf noticed the fey’s natural inclination to stay close to him, which was endearing. Legolas, alongside most of the company, had never met one of her kind before, and though he was curious, he reserved his many questions about her and her brother’s relationship to and knowledge of his father in an attempt to remain suspicious about her character. He was not one to trust easily, despite how it may seem with Frodo and the Hobbits, but he had cared about them as soon as Gandalf had entrusted their protection with Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli, and him. Talwynn had not asked for protection, but she also had not given them her story. She was looking for an amulet Legolas knew nothing about, but it was clearly enough for Gandalf to offer her sanctuary with the Fellowship, and he judged character better than anyone in the group, so there was truly no need to be wary, but Legolas kept his guard up. It was what his father had taught him to do in order to protect his people and to protect himself. But being cautious did not mean he could not be curious. “My father never spoke of the fey people.” Legolas broke the silence.

Talwynn looked to him, and he felt her gaze boring into the side of his head, even as he looked on towards the leader of the pack, Gandalf, who had gained a healthy distance. “The elves are the only race we continue to keep relations with, they are the only ones who know we were not destroyed by Sauron in the Second Age.” She replied. “We requested he never spoke about the alliance, and we would not have requested his help if we did not gravely need it, but we were lacking fundamental resources to keep our people alive.”

“You became myths and legends, only to be repeated in writing.”

“We could not allow Sauron to discover he had not burned the rest of us. Living in fear was better than not living at all, and we knew, without the amulet, we would not be able to survive a second time.”

“He destroyed your people?”

“Nearly. Thranduil, your father, warned us one month before Sauron’s attack. He gave us enough time to hide the Fey Realm completely from the outside world, his heed is why we have stayed so close to the Mirkwood elves. For that I have never gotten to thank him.”

“My father is not one for thanks in words, he must see in your people something worthwhile.”

“My brother said the same. Thranduil saw our community, our resilience, how prepared we were to fight alongside the elven army if Sauron returned to Middle-Earth, that is why he has given us protection for so many years.”

“He has changed since then.” Legolas finally turned his head to look at Talwynn, whose eyes were glistening with the reflection of the Misty Mountains ahead. “He is not so willing to give anymore, not to those who will not give anything in return.”

“My brother said that, too. When Sauron is finally defeated, the Fey Realm will open again, for the first time since the Second Age. It will be a glorious day, and the fruits and animals that grow on our soils that we have been nurturing for the last thousands of years will be open unto every Middle-Earthian trade route, and Mirkwood will have first pick.”

“Your people have thought about this moment.”

Talwynn turned her head to look at Legolas, a hint of a smile gracing her lips at his remark. “It is all we have thought about since the Fey Realm closed. We did not want to be separated from the rest of Middle-Earth, to be conjured and remembered as fables told to children before bed, but it was our only choice, we were outnumbered and outmanned in every area of war, Sauron would have extinguished our people with the flick of a finger. So, underneath the thick ivy that held us prisoner under our own defenses, we planned and we prepared for the moment that would trigger Sauron’s growth, and that day is seemingly not far.”

Legolas nodded thoughtfully, looking out onto the horizon as they bared west around stone ruins, the remnants of a castle taken by the course of time. “Gandalf is certain this will be Sauron’s last stand, but he is also skeptical that we will make it to Mordor in time.”

“And what do you believe?”

“Hm?”

“You seem one of the more level-headed companions of your group, although that is not much to say when you are travelling with four Hobbits, a wizard, and a seemingly quite temperamental dwarf,” Talwynn smiled, amused at the travelling group she had found herself in on the way to Helm’s Deep. “You are also an elf, you have lived many years longer than the Man that walk alongside you. Do you believe you will make it to Mordor before Sauron casts his eternal Shadow across Middle-Earth?”

Though Legolas stilled, he did not stop moving, but his brows furrowed and his lips turned down into a frown. Perhaps he had not given it much pessimistic thought as he usually did, but then again, his father was the one who would give him doubts of the work he did, even all those years ago when he had departed from his king to save Lake-Town. Now this fey had asked him what seemed to be the simplest question that would surely guide his mind throughout the Fellowship’s journey, but he hadn’t thought about it in such a way before. Aragorn and Gandalf both believed they would make it, but Legolas often wondered if it was their need to have hope that spurred them onward, and his chest grew tight in envy for their passion to destroy this ring. He was glad to see it rid of the world, as well, in every way possible, but Legolas could imagine his life if they did not succeed, whereas he supposed the others could not. He remained passionate no matter his internal discourse, no matter how hard it was to ignore, and no matter how his stomach twisted in thought of what would happen if they failed, or even if they succeeded.

“For him,” Legolas gestured to Frodo, who had separated himself from his fellow Hobbits, and began to look to the valley below, their path onwards, with a troubled expression across his face. “I hope we triumph.”

Before Talwynn could reply, Gandalf’s voice boomed across the Fellowship, his staff pounding against the ground with each step he took as they began their descent down the hill they had begun on. “We must hold this course west of the Misty Mountains for forty days. If our luck holds, the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us. From there, our road turns east, to Mordor.” He instructed loudly, the rest of the group nodding and whispering affirmatively between one another.

Legolas turned to Talwynn with a wondering gaze. “Will you be able to traverse this landscape for forty days?” He inquired.

“I have not tried to before, but if I can not continue, I will not hold your people back, I can continue on my own if I must.”

Legolas nodded, and soon thereafter realized that her possibility of slowing the Fellowship down if the journey became too much was not what he was truly asking about, but he continued the path forward silently.

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It hadn’t been long since Legolas had eaten a well cooked meal, though it had been a much longer stint than his usual appetite schedule, it was incomparable to those such as Frodo or Aragorn, who had come from much further than he had from Rivendell. Despite this, Legolas ate one of Samwise’s sausages as he perched atop one of the cliff edge rocks, scouting across the land for any hint of unusual movement. They had set up a temporary camp atop one of the highest ridges of the valley, before their journey would take them downwards and to the bottom of the Misty Mountains, and then eventually back upwards again. Legolas’ bow sat snugly close to him on his right side, his quiver still attached to his back as he still had unnerving thoughts about their placement. He had been an archer for his whole life, he knew the signs to look for, and even if he smiled and looked back at Boromir’s play fighting with the Hobbits, his ears were always pricked for danger.

The Eregion Hills served them well as a flat, rocky surface for the Fellowship to sit atop of, with an overhanging stone near the uphill cliffside that gave them a temporary relief from what the elements were sure to throw at them, Sauron’s will or not. Talwynn sat at a decent distance from the elf, biting down on a small piece of mashed potato that Samwise had graciously cut off the rest of the group for her, despite her telling him she had plenty of her own rations to take for herself. His cooking was something she would have never found if she had stayed in the Fey Realm. There were many cooks, sure, and many of those cooks were brilliant at their craft, but the supplies and spices Samwise had sitting in his backpack made his dish feel so much more alive. She smiled as she ate it, enjoying what she was sure to be one of the last, warm meals she would be having on this long adventure, but the appearance of company had given her much hope that her journey to Helm’s Deep would be successful.

“A Castar for your thoughts?” Gandalf’s crooked voice broke Talwynn’s own moment of silence, and he sat down next to her tiny form.

“Potatoes do not grow in the Fey Realm, neither are pigs fostered.” Talwynn replied, her wings fluttering as she finished the last of the small portion Samwise had given her. “I don’t think I’ve had something this delicious in my lifetime.”

“Samwise is quite the chef,” Gandalf nodded to the Hobbit sitting next to his friend, surely gossiping about their future as adventurers and their legacy to their Shire. “He has given the Fellowship warm, full stomachs. He is very worthy of this task.”

“I wish him well, he seems quite frightened at the prospect of leaving his home for something greater than himself.” Though Talwynn didn’t know what it was that the Fellowship had been tasked to do in Mordor, she assumed the adventure was for great reason. “Much like I.”

“You are naturally curious.”

“I am, but I do not wish to stick my head into a discussion where it does not belong. The Fellowship’s business is not my own, I only wish you the luck I can muster to make it safely into Mordor.”

“I, for one, would argue that it is plenty your business, Talwynn. If you and your people are willing to blindly follow our battle, you deserve to know what you are to fight for.” Tentatively, the fey nodded, and Gandalf continued, “Frodo Baggins,” He gestured towards the younger Hobbit that sat next to Samwise with curly, brown hair, fidgeting with a chain around his neck. “Has inherited the Ring to Rule Them All from his uncle, Bilbo Baggins. We are to take it to Mordor to destroy it once and for all, before Sauron can return and cast Middle-Earth into Shadow once more.”

“This truly is an important task, then.”

“Extremely. There are orcs and wargs at every crossroad and path we trek. You must know the danger of travelling alongside the Fellowship, their duties—” Gandalf gestured to Boromir, Legolas, and Aragorn, “Are to protect Frodo, whether it be their life at the cost. If Sauron takes the Ring, the days of light will be forever diminished, this is the last stand.”

“I am grateful, Sir Gandalf, that you have entrusted me with this information.”

“Has it changed anything?”

“I will keep my eye on Frodo, though he is quite well-protected already. You are granting me help with passage into Helm’s Deep, it is the least I can do to give you peace of mind.”

“Thank you.”

Gandalf gave Talwynn a respectful, polite nod before standing up using his staff for stability, retreating back to his original position under the protection of the overhead stone cliff. Legolas craned his head to watch the wizard’s leave, his ears having heard snippets of the conversation, but only enough to understand that Gandalf had entrusted Talwynn with the information about the Ring. He trusted Gandalf to a certain extent, but not as much as Aragorn did, his whole life revolved around Gandalf’s words and promises, whereas Legolas was still suspicious about the journey in general, especially with the appearance of Gimli throughout it all. Gandalf was a good enough judge of character, Legolas admitted to himself, and the fey didn’t seem worthy of the suspicion he had initially given her, there was no point in furrowing his brows and pondering her motives any longer, it was clear to him that she just wanted to get to Helm’s Deep, and she was no inhibitor on their progress.

“Get away from the blade, Pippin.” Boromir instructed the young Hobbit as they clashed swords together, the taller Man disarming him during every spar they completed. “On your toes… good, very good. I want you to react, not think.” Aragorn gazed upon them with a hint of a smile on his lips, tossing an apple between his palm.

Samwise, who was still sitting beside Frodo and finishing his dish of sausages and mashed potatoes, watched intently, learning from the advice Boromir gave Pippin as they fought. “Should not be too hard…” Samwise remarked to himself in a murmur.

The end of Boromir’s sword tapped on Pippin’s tunic, signifying he had lost again. “Move your feet.” He instructed, and Pippin smiled as he successfully defended himself from Boromir’s following attack.

“Quite good, Pippin!” Merry exclaimed, sitting with his back against one of the lone rocks.

“Thanks.”

Talwynn took the moment of silence, only broken by the sound of sword against sword as Boromir and Pippin continued to spar, to look around the area they had settled, more specifically on the elf, Legolas, who had separated himself from the scene to keep watch over their camp. Out of the many different characters in the group, he was the one who had managed to intrigue her the most, which was saying quite a bit, since Talwynn was of a curious kind. She knew more about him than the others, despite her curiosity, because of the stories her brother had told her about Thranduil and his wife, the tragedy that struck the nation and him when she passed, and his constant effort to obtain her jewels from The Lonely Mountain when it was under siege. A strange aspect seemed to haunt her; despite the fact that she knew more about Legolas than she had wanted to, than she felt appropriate to know having only met a few days prior, she longed to know more, to question, but perhaps that was just her fey ancestry, the race being well-known for their inquisitiveness.

Gimli’s voice cut through Talwynn’s thoughts like a well-sharpened sword, severing her tie to the back of Legolas’ head and forcing her to focus deeply on the conversation the dwarf was presently having with the old wizard, but his voice told her he was talking to everyone. “If anyone were to ask for my opinion, which I note they have not, I would say we are taking the long way around.” The dwarf shook his head, feet firmly planted on the stone beneath his body. If dwarves were one thing, they were extremely stubborn. “Gandalf, we can pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin, Balin, would give us a royal welcome.” Gimli turned to the others, but only Aragorn and Legolas turned their heads to look back at him, amused expressions on their faces. “Gandalf clearly thinks that is a bad idea.”

“No, Gimli. I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice.”

Those who were sparring didn’t seem to have a care at what Gimli and Gandalf were discussing with the group as they continued to spar, Boromir’s sword slicing against Pippin’s and thrusting forward, catching him against the hand. Talwynn assumed that Hobbits were unskilled with weaponry, considering very few pieces were made with their statues in mind, and her assumption reigned true as Pippin struggled against the Man’s attacks. So, Pippin threw his sword to the ground, Talwynn wincing at the sound of metal clashing and scraping against the rock and moss below, before running and lunging into Boromir’s torso, grappling his arms as far as they could go around his stomach and taking him to the ground in an epic takedown. In an act of near-proudness, Boromir began to laugh, and Pippin followed, and soon enough, most of the Fellowship, save for Gandalf, Gimli, and Legolas, had cracked a smile at the interaction.

Before the sweet moment could last any longer and be called a memory, a darkness began to enshroud the blue sky many kilometers away, hovering over the Misty Mountains and its shadow telling that it was only gaining position towards the Fellowship. Talwynn flew towards Legolas, who had already spotted it, catching advantage from her height in the sky, but only enough to see that they were in fact, headed in a direct line to their cliffside. The dark presence caught the others’ eyes immediately after, and Aragorn lunged to his feet in as fast of a reaction as he could muster, the years had not been as kind to him as they had been to the long-livers such as Legolas or Gandalf. As the mass got closer and closer, it became clear that it was not just one being, it was a flock of something dangerous and dreadful, so much so that a shiver went down Talwynn’s spine as she gazed upon them from afar. Smoke in the wind was no longer a phrase she would use to describe the phenomenon.

“What is that?” Samwise inquired.

“Nothing… it’s just a wisp of cloud!” Gimli explained, using the moment to capture another sausage from Samwise’s cooking pot for himself.

Boromir’s eyebrows furrowed in worry, and he stood back up from his position on the ground, nearly pushing Pippin off of himself. “It’s moving fast against the wind.”

“I will look.” Talwynn offered, leaving Legolas’ side and shot across the sky, nearly touching the clouds as she met the eyes of whatever was targeting the group. She let out a breath at the sight of the mass of deep, black birds with brown tar dripping from their beaks. “Crebain! It is Crebain!” She cried back to the Fellowship, screaming as loud as she could muster before dipping back down and fluttering her wings to race back to the cliff.

“What?!” Aragorn exclaimed.

Legolas answered, repeating what only he could hear from Talwynn due to his elven ears; “Crebain from Dunland!”

Aragorn hurriedly pushed the Hobbits towards the rocks that gave them shelter as Talwynn barrelled into their airspace. “Hide!” He shouted, watching as Gimli took cover underneath the main rock alongside Gandalf.

Boromir pulled himself down on the opposite side of the largest rock on the cliff, his right arm resting against the ground as he looked at the smaller members of the group. “Merry, Pippin, Sam, take cover!” He commanded, and Talwynn realized why he was such a revered Captain of Gondor as she herself ducked into the area that Aragorn and Legolas had taken cover under, shoving herself in between blades of grass.

With curdling screeches and thick, black liquid oozing from their beals, a horde of at least a hundred Crebain birds flew overhead of the Fellowship, temporarily blinding the group from the sunlight as they wailed with an ear-piercing tone. Talwynn winced as a moment’s chill passed through under the shadow of the Crebain from Dunland, the ones that were surely of Sauronic origin, covered up her only sense of heat, making her wings flutter in discontent and her body to shiver in its entirety. As soon as the dark crows had come, they had disappeared into the Southern sky once again, squawking terribly and announcing their presence for all nearby to hear. They had completely turned around from whence they came, telling the Fellowship that they had seen what they needed to see, which was either nothing at all or a group of poorly-hidden Hobbits, Elves, Men, an old wizard, and a Man the size of an acorn with dragonfly wings.

Gandalf was the first to rise from his hiding position, staggering to his feet with the support of his grey staff. “Spies of Saruman.” He announced gravely as the remainder of the Fellowship stood. “The passage South is being watched.” Gandalf glanced at Aragorn for only a moment, the Gondorian heir‘s flat expression unwavering as the wizard then looked upon the mountain pass North. “We must take the pass of Caradhras.”

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