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roselightfairy · 1 year

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I know it’s been a million and a half years since there was any modverse collab content, but in honor of the WIP prompt reminding me that this existed - and our own sweet friends at home - have some modverse kitty content from me and @deheerkonijn to you!

(elf cats live a long time shhh)

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The furniture in the parlor was . . . stiff.

Not hard, exactly – the sofa where Gimli sat was cushioned enough that no one could have complained, and even if that had been the problem, there were enough throw pillows (lying scattered across the floor where Legolas had tossed them) to remedy them. It was just that it was almost . . . a little too upright to be quite comfortable, as though made for someone with better posture than he had – even if Legolas, lounging horizontally with his legs across Gimli’s lap, seemed to belie that thought. It was like everything in this manor so far: ornately-carved taps and deep-basined sinks; vast archways and tall, narrow windows with fastenings too high to comfortably open. Beautiful architecture: a building made to be looked at, not lived in.

And yet live in it they did – Legolas, who had navigated this place as easily as he did his apartment at home, knowing exactly which staircase to tug Gimli up to dump their luggage unceremoniously on the bed, rummaging unself-consciously through a tall liquor cabinet to help himself (and Gimli, too) to wine that would have come with an absolutely forbidding price tag in Minas Tirith. Thranduil, who had walked in on Legolas doing this in the kitchen and made no comment but a droll, “More excited to see the wine than your own father, then?”

He sat perfectly upright across the room in his own armchair now, nodding along as Legolas spun an epic narrative of their train journey here. Gimli sat quietly and watched him – watched them, father and son, the ways they took up space in this sitting room. Thranduil’s posture made the space into a council table, the armchair into its head; he sat as though holding court – but Legolas was the one who ran it, whose conversation held the room in rapture, both of them rotating into the captivating orbit of his presence. Gimli wasn’t sure how he felt yet about the Prime Minister of Eryn Lasgalen, but this at least he could admire – that he had made this place, stiff and upright as it was, a home for Legolas.

“– and then he was like, ‘Who do you think you’re visiting, the PM?’ and Gimli just said, ‘Yes,’” Legolas was giggling now, nudging Gimli’s thigh with a heel. “Completely straight-faced! I couldn’t stop laughing. Tell him the rest, meleth.”

Gimli laughed, despite himself – and was this a skill that Legolas had inherited from his father, then? He could feel the effort to put him at ease, to spread Legolas’s own comfort into Gimli – and it was working, softening the room around him like the furniture at his back.

He closed a hand fondly around Legolas’s ankle, trying not to track Thranduil’s eyes tracking the motion. “There’s not much more to say,” he said. “Or, at least, he didn’t seem to think so. Shut up for the rest of the train ride. Not a peep.”

“It was great,” Legolas interjected. “You would have loved it, Dad.”

“I’m sure I would.” Was that smile indulgent or tolerant? Either one was more than Gimli had dared to expect. “Well, I am glad you made it here, at any rate.”

“Me too.” Legolas twisted to aim his most endearing hopeful smile right into Gimli’s face. “I’m glad to show Gimli this place finally.”

“I had hoped you would manage it before your wedding,” said Thranduil. “Some other fathers might have hard words to say about that.” This with an arched eyebrow to match the wryness of his voice. “But, ah well, at least you came eventually. Oh – hello, Smudge.”

Gimli blinked, the non sequitur soaring directly over his head. Had he missed something? – but then, even as he opened his mouth to speak, a patter-clacking interjected in the silence and he turned towards the sound to see a slender tortoiseshell cat slinking its way through the gap in the half-ajar door. It moved very slowly, one dainty paw in front of the other, pale eyes narrowed as it took them all in.

“Smudge?” Gimli said.

“Smudge!” Legolas exclaimed with delight at the same time. “My best friend! Oh, Gimli, she’s been around forever. How is she doing, Dad?”

“See for yourself.” The cat – Smudge – made her way slowly across the room, pausing in front of the couch where they sat even as Legolas dropped a hand to the floor. She sniffed delicately at his fingers, nosing up and down his hand before stretching her head forward until his fingers parted around her ears – but just as his hand contracted to scratch her head, she turned deliberately away, letting his fingers drag along the full length of her body before leaving him to hop up onto the arm of Thranduil’s chair.

“Oh,” Legolas laughed. “Is someone mad at me for being away?” His voice turned into a croon at those last words, the tone he used when mock-scolding Athelas and Simbelmyne. “Were you so, so lonely without me?”

“You might have come back to visit earlier for her sake, if not for your father’s.” Thranduil’s long-suffering tone was spoiled by the twitch of a smile at the corners of his lips – and, to Gimli’s amazement, by the way the cat shoved her head into his hand, his fingers curling around the top of her head to scratch vigorously behind her ears. It might have looked regal, a monarch with his cat, except for the loud purring of the cat and the speed of his scratching fingers – not halfhearted at all, whatever he might claim.

“How are the kittens?” Legolas said. “I haven’t seen a picture in weeks – they must be so big!”

“Big enough to cause trouble.” Thranduil waved his unoccupied hand dismissively. “They’re around somewhere – they always turn up just when you don’t want them. Just like her.”

Did his voice – was that a shade of Legolas’s own croon in his voice?

“Smudge,” Gimli repeated, looking at the cat with a new respect. His first day in the home of Lasgalen’s Prime Minister and he had somehow already seen him soften!

“Smudge,” said Legolas, so fondly Gimli could practically see the hearts in his eyes. “She’s been around since I was a little kid; she’s like the mascot of this place. Cats live a long time here,” he added, at Gimli’s questioning look. “Must be the air.”

The air, or maybe the elves themselves – something about them that kept everything around them just a little younger than it should have been, just a little more sturdy. “How old is she then?”

“Late twenties now?” Thranduil mused. “She was only a kitten when she moved in” – moved in, Gimli noted, as if it had been a business negotiation – “but we didn’t know how old exactly.”

“But I was only a few years old,” said Legolas. “So yeah, must be late twenties. She was my best friend when I was little, Gimli. But she’s got a good few years left in her. Don’t you, Smudge? Come here!” He clicked his tongue.

Apparently, the cat’s ire was no more serious than Thranduil’s, for she hopped down from his chair and pattered her way across the floor back to Legolas’s beckoning fingers. When she reached them, though, he swept a hand under her and scooped her tiny body into the air as she squawked in displeasure. But Legolas only laughed, holding her up above his head as her paws flailed in the air.

“Ohh, you’re such a sweet girl, aren’t you,” he cooed, and lowered her onto his chest. “Come here, yes, that’s it.” In the same motion she had applied to Thranduil, Smudge drove her head into Legolas’s face, their noses colliding as Legolas giggled again. “Do you forgive me for leaving? Yes, I missed you, too. Oh, yes” – He laughed helplessly as the cat nuzzled his face, his neck, her paws now kneading at his chest. “Come here, I have someone for you to meet.” And without further ado he scooped her up again, sliding his whole body upright in the same motion, to present her to Gimli.

“Be careful,” Thranduil warned. “She doesn’t always take to strangers.”

“It’ll be okay,” said Legolas. “Just give her your hand to sniff.”

Gimli extended it cautiously. He’d never been much of a cat person – had never really understood how they ticked. But if this cat loved Legolas, surely they had at least that in common, right?

Her whiskers tickled his fingers, her nose cold and wet and velvety as it brushed just against his fingertips: once, twice. She withdrew, as if thinking – and then, cautiously, she nuzzled up against him just as she had with Legolas and Thranduil.

Gimli glanced to Legolas, and at his encouraging nod, he dared to scratch her behind the ears, too.

“She likes you,” said Legolas, grinning. “See, I told you she would!” He rested a hand on Gimli’s shoulder, warm and reassuring and meaningful. “Everybody does.”

In that moment, Gimli wasn’t sure Legolas was talking about the cat.

He flicked his eyes across the room to where Thranduil still sat, watching them – still with that tiny, almost soft smile, as though at the sight of his son, all of his dryness couldn’t help but fall away.

At least they had that in common. And Gimli felt, all of a sudden, a rush of fondness for Thranduil – for his father-in-law – for the home he had made for Legolas here, for the love he felt for his son and his cat. For sharing his fancy furniture and his expensive wine with Gimli, for welcoming him here, for the sake of the person they both loved.

And as an irrepressible smile began to bloom on his face in turn, as he relaxed back into his seat, Gimli thought that the sofa might have become just a touch more comfortable than it was.

#modverse #my fic #adventures in cowriting #cats #legolas x gimli #thranduil #smudge the cat #don't reblog this yet there's going to be a picture

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socksracoon10 · 4 months

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𝕺𝖍, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙? 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘.

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰: 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Being Best Friends With Legolas (Headcanons) Being an Elf and falling in love with Thorin (Headcanons) Waiting for Nothing (Legolas) More fics to be added! 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧: Pirate (Will Turner) The Banter of Thieves (Jack Sparrow) Curious of The Seas (Jack Sparrow) Being Davy Jones' and Calypso's Daughter (Headcanons) More fics to be added! 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: - 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜: 𝒜 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑀𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝐿𝒶𝒸𝑒 (𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉) (Series - On Hold) 𝔅𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔈𝔶𝔢 (Masterlist) (Series - On Hold) - 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕: 𝐼'𝓂 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 (𝐵𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓍 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇) 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞? (𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) (Series - On Hold) - 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚕: Two Sides - Will Graham x F!Reader Between Two Fires - Will Graham x F!Reader 1:34 - Will Graham x F!Reader, Hannibal Lecter x F!Reader - 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖/𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜: 𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬 (Sherlock Holmes x F!Reader) 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 (Robin Hood x F!Reader) 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬 (Bernard The Elf x Elf!Reader) 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛 (Dark!Laurent LeClaire x F!Reader)

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maglorthecrab · 1 year

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Experimenting with mildliner pens!

(If you can’t read it, Hunter’s shirt says ‘I ran away from the Emperor’s Coven and all I got was this shirt)

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galadrielspeaks · 1 year

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this is totally random and based off of vibes but gimli gives off older brother energy while legolas is DEFINITELY the youngest child but the youngest child that was heavily influenced by their older sister

#saw mina’s post about dwarfs and siblings and got to thinking about lotr and siblings….#in my head legolas has an older sister who is crown princess #so she’s very particular and of course has Eldest Daughter syndrome aka being the strongest sibling alive #but he’s silly and breaks through her serious exterior #and i feel like gimli is rlly good with kids he got One sibling and was so excited to not be the baby of the house anymore #gimli is the uncle at the party who just achieved uncle status and is about to hold the piñata up for the kids for the first time #and he starts getting really sentimental about it #listen ok he was the baby for SOOOO long #now he’s grown and off on his own adventures… he definitely sees his siblings / nephews growing up and is in shock everytime he notices #that they are taller #rambles #i have not slept but i must ramble about sibling dynamics right now #they are soooo interesting

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i-mustache-your-opinion · 11 months

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ROUND 3 - MATCH B

#ffhs #round 3 #polls #tournament #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament #lord of the rings #lotr #gimli #lotr gimli #the adventures of tintin #les aventures de tintin #tintin #captain haddock #captain archibald haddock #archibald haddock

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nothingbizzare · 2 years

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Made this on Twitter !

My favorites of how they turned are jolyne ,Ekko, C!Ranboo

#nothingbizzare art #mcyt #mcyt fanart #ranboo fanart #ranboo #dsmp fanart #dsmp #jolyne #jolyne cujoh #jjba #jjba fanart #jojos bizarre adventure #arcane #ekko #ahsoka #star wars #gimli son of gloin #finn and jake

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rohirric-hunter · 1 year

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So glad to hear that Gloin tells dad jokes

#lotro #i am sort of curious about what gimlis up to #something with legolas no doubt #it would be so funny if gimli had come along for this adventure and dragged legolas with him

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windandwater · 2 years

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Okay! I’ve been working on the most ridiculous fic I’ve ever written, which is, if you’re new or don’t follow me, a multi-part Legolas/Gimli journey through Lord of the Rings, behind-the-scenes style, essentially annotating the book with what was going on with them, along with a lot of extra material fleshing out some stuff that the book never covers.

And part 3 is done! I did headcanon posts for the other two installments, so here’s one for this part, titled You Shall Come With Me, as well.

A note: I didn’t plan to do this, but part 3 (following Return of the King) got really long, so I’m going to need to do a part 4 that will serve as an epilogue/follow-up to some stuff that’s covered in the appendices/off the page, as it were. To be clear, part 3 does not end on a cliffhanger and I think it closes in a way that won’t leave you ripping your hair out waiting for more; if you’re the type who never reads unfinished fic (cough me cough), you can read this one without wanting to murder me at the end.

Some links!

Series link: Where You Go, I Will Go Part 1 :Wondered at the Change Part 2: He Stands Not Alone Part 3: You Shall Come With Me Part 1 headcanons post: here Part 2 headcanons post: here

Legolas, in response to Merry becoming a Knight of the Mark: oh thank goodness someone else will be looking after him and making sure NOTHING HAPPENS TO HIM. DID YOU HEAR THAT, THEODEN/EOMER/EVERY SINGLE ROHIRRIM? NOTHING. BETTER. HAPPEN. TO. HIM. Gimli: *glaring, waving axe threateningly behind Legolas* And now you know the real reason Théoden banned Merry from riding to battle in Minas Tirith.

Legolas calls Aragorn “mellonamin,” or “my friend,” in Elvish fairly regularly, but he never, ever, ever, uses Elvish endearments for Gimli. Ever. This is, of course, because he has trouble being less than honest in Elvish, and he’d have to switch to melamin, “my love,” and he can’t—he can’t answer “what does that mean?” just yet, if Gimli asked. (Gimli wouldn’t ask. He would be afraid to.)

Elladan and Elrohir are way too nice to tell embarrassing stories about baby Aragorn to everybody. It would be kind of unfair considering he doesn’t really have any ammo in return—not that Elves don’t have an embarrassing phase, just that Aragorn didn’t get to be around for it. Once they get to Gondor, however, and once everything is over and done and they’re cleaning everything up and Aragorn is in serious discussions about What To Do Next, they do stand slightly to the back behind serious people and make faces at him to see if he’ll crack. He doesn’t. He’s been traveling with Legolas and Gimli and Merry and Pippin for months. He’s got his poker face on lock. But he does, occasionally, sneak faces back, very quickly in the half seconds when no one’s looking, and that makes them laugh, and they have to leave the room, and Aragorn finally gets one over on them, and that’s why he’s the King of Gondor, motherfuckers.

I alluded to this before, but I’m fleshing it out more now: there are women among the Dúnedain, and they fight. There used to be women fighters in Gondor, too. Only because of the dark days of Gondor’s past and wisdom that has been lost do they no longer do so. When Aragorn, who has fought among women all his life, is crowned, he will restore that wisdom and there will be no more evicting women from the city because of war. If you have the will and skill to fight, you stay. He knows from both Elves and Men that there are many ways to be strong, and that a wise leader puts the right people in the right place for the right jobs, no matter who they are or what they look like or any other ridiculous surface-level classifications that people think are so important. Also Arwen’s looking over his shoulder, making him and everyone else want to be their best self. Reminding him how many forms strength comes in. It always goes easier when she’s around.

The construction of the Black Gate is trash. Just ask Gimli. Impenetrable my ass, he’d tell you, if he was using modern vernacular. He doesn’t and he wouldn’t say that but it’s shoddy, shoddy work. Apparently Sauron was more interested in pretty shiny things when he was stealing secrets from Elven smiths than, you know, learning how to make shit look cool *and* actually work. Guy had no idea how to work with iron. Gimli took one look at that thing and immediately found 8 different weaknesses to exploit. Coulda broken in in a heartbeat. Get him drunk enough and he’ll go on a rant about how the only reason that thing and the towers next to it were still standing were 1) Gondorians built the towers and 2) he had slave labor, slave labor do you hear me, Dwarves would never, disgusting, to manage the upkeep. Ridiculous. Our shit stays up, and craftsmen work on it. Craftsmen, do you hear me? I’d help kick his ass all over again just for making me lay eyes on that monstrosity. If I’d been there the hobbits woulda been in and out, no problem, I don’t care how many eyes were on them, I’d kick all their asses, all their asses do you hear me, Legolas gimme my beer back I’m not done—

Sometimes people ask what prompted Legolas or Gimli to finally make a move. Legolas always answers by going into an extremely long answer, filled with poetry, praising Gimli in horribly purple prose when he switches to prose—until the person gets uncomfortable and takes it back or goes away. It’s nothing against anyone. It’s just. That moment was private. He’d like everyone to mind their business. (Gimli lets him field the questions. It makes him laugh, in that secret way where only his eyes are laughing and the rest of the laugh is hidden under his beard but Legolas can see it anyway. Legolas likes that laugh a lot. It works out very well for everyone.)

Faramir doesn’t want to fight anymore, either. He hangs his sword on a hook on the wall, next to Éowyn’s, and never picks it up again. He tells Aragorn he will go back to his books, and will not fight again, and Aragorn accepts. If war comes again to Gondor, he will do his duty, but he will do it from the Houses of Healing, with his wife. They will both help with strategy and healing but will not go to battle. He truly intends to go into the library and never come out. Maybe he’ll learn healing, too. He doesn’t know. He’s never had a choice before. Instead he’s the one who starts a garden. Éowyn goes there, but he’s the one who tends it and works on it and becomes the expert. He finds rest, growing instead of destroying. He grows athelas and other healing herbs but he also just grows flowers. He heals. He never fights again. He uses his helmet as a pot to start seeds indoors, wears the livery but never the armor. The swords grow dull and tarnished on the wall. Faramir rubs Éowyn’s feet by the fire after long days and is thankful, so thankful, that they survived.

Tolkien has some weird stuff about Elf biology: that sex itself is the marriage act for Elves, that interest in it fades after they have kids (…can we talk about how it’s extremely obvious a Catholic came up with this), and that, imo weirdest of all, other Elves can tell once an Elf is, uh, married. (What. Tolkien. What. That is so weird.) Anyway the second thing is a huge Middle-Earth myth—look, when people are together for a long time, intimacy can look really different than in did in the beginning, and people make up weird rumors. Some Elves are never interested in physical intimacy, of course, just like some people in all the species of Middle-Earth, but that doesn’t mean having children is the only goal of it for them any more than it is for anyone else. They may be hyper-monogamist but they still like to be with their partners! As for the third thing, that’s just ridiculous. Not a thing at all. However: everyone who knows Legolas and Gimli can tell when they finally get together. Not because of weird Elvish biology, but because they’re horribly obvious. Their body language goes from sexual frustration to radiant contentment in a flash, and they all know why. Aragorn thought he would stop begging for the sweet release of death when it happened, but he was oh so very wrong. They’re still staring into each other’s eyes too much only now they leave rooms really quickly when they do it instead of looking away in a hurry when he clears his throat. It’s terrible. He couldn’t be happier for them.

Faramir is a hugger.

Aragorn never gets enough fucking rest. He makes sure everyone else takes theirs, and is very strict about it, but as for himself? Never. Legolas and Gimli are the only ones who can convince him to do it, and they usually have to resort to outright bullying. They hatch their plan with Arwen, they day after she arrives in Minas Tirith. It goes like this: after everything is over and they’ve all left and Aragorn is left to rule the city on his own, Legolas and Gimli still plan to visit, and they do. Arwen will write them a letter mentioning what time would be good for them to come. They pack up and make arrangements, and arrive in Minas Tirith, and find Aragorn exhausted, overwhelmed, in dire need of a break. And Arwen just so happens to have vacation plans ready to go. Wouldn’t it be nice to get away, with your old friends and your wife? And oh, Faramir happens to be in the city this week, and is fully filled in on everything that’s going on, he can take over for a few days no problem. Éowyn is actually in Rohan for a bit and he could use a distraction! And Aragorn relents. Every time. They’ve never had to drag him bodily out of the city, but they’re always ready to.

Speaking of, Aragorn eventually gets so tired and absolutely done with everything that it’s actually less work to draft up a constitutional monarchy and slowly transition Gondor into a democracy. He has the fully support of Legolas and Gimli while he does this. He retires once the country is fully stable, and spends the rest of his time napping and hanging out with his kids. He’s earned it. No one argues with him. Anyone who tries gets glared into submission by his very, very battle-hardened friends.

Yes. Every single one of Aragorn’s advisors is slightly terrified of Legolas and Gimli. The staff are not. The staff & regular citizens adore them. There is a very deep divide depending on how you treat Aragorn. Arwen finds this all hilarious.

Gimli is really well-spoken but sometimes he just—loses words—because he only has Dwarvish for the emotions he’s feeling and the Common Tongue/Westron just doesn’t cover it. He could probably think of something if you gave him an hour or three to translate but in the moment it’s always really hard and he just gets choked up and silent. He doesn’t mean to come across as stony or emotionless when it happens. It’s the opposite. His friends know this and don’t mind but strangers get the wrong idea sometimes.

Legolas absolutely will not stand around and let people put themselves down while he’s in earshot. Nope. Not today. Humility, he gets, but not taking credit for the good thing you did? Stand aside, you’re getting a dose of self-esteem and you’re going to like it. If Gimli’s standing behind him glaring at you so that you feel too intimidated to argue, even better.

Sam eventually gets married to both Frodo and Rosie Cotton. Did I write hobbit polyamory into this fic so that I could eventually set this up? maybe. or maybe it just makes sense. maybe that. But anyway, it’s book canon that he and Rosie move into Bag End, because there’s enough room for both of them and he doesn’t want to abandon Frodo. It’s also canon that Rosie is really invested in Sam taking care of Frodo; I see this as a really natural relationship for all three of them, just taking care of each other and being a family for a few years before Frodo has to leave for his own sake.

Merry and Pippin secretly really wanted to throw a hobbit rager for Aragorn’s wedding, and when they’re blocked out by Aragorn, Gandalf, Galadriel, Elrond, Arwen, and every single official of Gondor, they’re determined to have another go at it for the Elvish half of Gimli & Legolas’s wedding, which ends up being held in Minas Tirith. They don’t quite get their way, but they do get--well. Read the fic.

It shakes out like this: they get married in Minas Tirith the Elvish way, because there are Elves around and they don’t want to trek all the way back to Mirkwood unmarried (or get married the quick & dirty--emphasis on dirty--way and skip the ceremony). The traditional (for both Elves and Dwarves) year-long engagement is not in the cards for either Legolas or Gimli, who have been through a war together and are very sure that this is it for them, but aren’t so sure how their families are going to react or how much longer it’s going to be if they have to wait until they get home. And they would very much like to have their friends around them. So: Legolas considers them both fully married. Gimli does not. Gimli thinks they are half married (part 1: complete, part 2: pending). The vows are certainly binding, but in his mind he’s still sleeping with his fiancé (half-fiancé?) outside of marriage. This isn’t necessarily wrong? I wrote Dwarves as hardcore demisexual and I fit that into canon as not being usually ready for sex until they’re engaged anyway, and at that point, according to canon, they’re ceremonially separated for the length of the engagement (a year). But sexuality is still a spectrum and everyone’s different so casual sex happens, as well as fiancés-sneaking-around shenanigans. Dwarves aren’t super uptight about it so long as no one’s getting jerked around (which also happens—and that’s when things get ugly). And there’s no way they’re not getting Dwarf-married, even if they have to find their own cave and do the ceremony all alone. (Gimli hopes it doesn’t come to that.) It’s a weird situation to be in--for now, both of them are just glad they decided to deal with it together.

As for just like. regular sleeping. This fanart is of course entirely accurate (except Gimli, as I mentioned before, doesn’t snore). Until they made it official, Legolas and Gimli never could sleep quite right except next to each other—usually with Gimli’s head on Legolas’s shoulder, and maybe it’s a little uncomfortable on the nights when he doesn’t take his helmet off, but Legolas would never say a word, because he can’t slip into Elvish meditation at all without Gimli anymore, and oh, the nights when he does take it off— Anyway. Once they do sort everything out, they both stop pretending to have any dignity at all about the situation. Legolas wraps himself bodily around Gimli, and he’s allowed to think, to say out loud, even, how much he loves to rest his head on that soft, warm cloud of hair, to hold his beloved close so that even in the waking dreams of Elves, wandering in thought under starlight, he’s not alone, not really. Gimli never thought of such a thing—if asked, before, whether he would prefer to be held or not, he would not have had an answer—would not have known how to give one. Now, though—oh, he understands now. He wonders if this is what gold feels like, in the hands of a Dwarf—if the gems he works into silver and gold know this feeling, of being beloved and held and valued for their whole worth. And yet he would not trade places with them, for he cannot imagine anything better than this feeling, of every night being held like the most precious thing in the world, feeling safe and warm and loved and cherished. After the war, they refuse to be separated at night. They’ve both spent too many nights apart, over the course of their lives, to ever do it again.

#lord of the rings #legolas #gimli #gigolas #return of the king #my writing #adventures in text posts #adventures in writing #lotr not a quote post #where you go I will go #you shall come with me

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tinylilemrys · 7 months

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not mr dude's turn with the braincell today

#gimli adventures #he hates water so idk what he's doing #orange cat #orange cat nonsense

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mariniacipher · 1 year

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he is so smart and good and capable!!!! the most badass member of the fellowship!!! the best one!!!

#lotr newsletter #lotr #listen #i know there are many established ships and friendships #i just want to see boromir and gimli together #be they friends or partners or whatever else #but they are my Two Faves and they should go on adventures together #legolas or merry can come with #both to lighten the mood and for balance #honestly #boromir gimli and merry would be such a wild group #i want to see that now

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roselightfairy · 1 month

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Also, I suspect I know what this title is for, so I'm hoping for some fun juicy additional tidbits from:

Mod FAV snippets

Hahahahahahaha so this one is a pure vanity project, maybe the most navel gaze-y thing I've done.

When I started working with @deheerkonijn, I absolutely loved playing around in modverse and I've continued to love it. But it's an interesting balance, working with a specific set of characterizations and situations! Our depictions of Legolas in our own work often appear on the surface to be completely, completely different. While working together, we've found a ton of points of connection and similarity, and have realized that we have a very similar view of him as a character after all, but the way that looks outwardly is - uh, quite different. Influencer!Legolas is about as opposite of FAV!Legolas as you could possibly come, you know? So just for fun, just for myself, I started playing around with what my specific characterizations and OCs would look like in a similar fusion universe. It was only for me and DHK, but it was a ton of fun (and turned into, like, a Legolas Family Drama TV Show haha).

Probably the crowning jewel of anything I wrote in there, though, was a made-up magazine profile of Gimli the architect, and since I haven't given you any snippets, I'll include a bit in here:

But if he’s been collaborating with Éomer of Rohan, does that mean we can expect to see more of his work outside the country? “I’m not saying anything about that yet!” he deflects again. “Nothing is set in stone – if you’ll forgive my pun.” No amount of gentle prodding will get another word out of him, so I return to the subject of his life. What has the transition been like – between Erebor and Minas Tirith, moving outside of dwarf-only circles, and rising so quickly to prominence? “It’s been . . . surprisingly easier than I expected, actually.” He smiles fondly. “I was lucky that I made some really wonderful friends right away, and having them has helped me both with the emotional transition and with even the finer aspects of design. I might have loved Lady Galadriel when I was younger, but having an elf as an idol doesn’t mean I really knew anything about elvish design. But since I met Legolas, I’ve been introduced to a whole new world. I find I love trying to integrate all these different inspirations and sensibilities – it’s a refreshing challenge.” Ah, yes, Legolas. The elusive elvish husband who has somehow remained such an enigma to the public eye. What about him? I can’t help asking. What’s it like being a dwarf married to an elf – especially that one? Are the rumors true? Is he really that Legolas? But Glóinul refuses to tell me anything. “That’s personal,” he says. “We like to keep our private life as private as possible.” If the rumors are true, I can’t blame him. It’s been whispered that Glóinul’s husband is Legolas Thranduilion – yes, son of that Thranduil, longtime prime minister of Eryn Lasgalen and generator of the most rumor and controversy since Thingol himself. Legolas has been much farther removed from the spotlight than his sister Laerwen Thranduiliel, former Lasgalen Secretary of State and center of a fair amount of spectacle herself – but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t step forward and claim some fame himself if he asked for it. So far he’s never granted an interview, and even Glóinul has never explicitly confirmed his identity, but my eyes keep straying back to that gorgeous antique desk in his studio. If that isn’t Lasgalen design, I don’t know what is. “Legolas is my husband,” is all Glóinul will say when I point this out. “All that’s important for you to know is that he’s my most fervent supporter, my biggest inspiration, and he makes me happier than anyone I’ve ever known. He’s been with me since before all this started, and honestly I admire him more than anyone I’ve ever met.” His fond smile says it all, but I can’t help teasing a little. Even the Lady Galadriel? “Even her.” Glóinul smiles. “But I don’t think she’d hold it against me.”

Thanks for asking! These will probably never see the light of day, so it was fun to get to share a little bit of it!

#my wips #my fic #gimli #ask #adventures in cowriting

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