#grima x eomer

[meganlpie]

Attacker

Based on this request:  Can I ask for ficlet with Eomer from LOTR? Reader, his huge crush, had seruously wounded some attacker in her/their defence and since she/they have never hurt anyone reader start panicking over it and not paying attention she/they are seriously injured too. And Eomer trying to calm and comfort her/they, relieved she/they are alive but still being worried about her/them. Maybe confessing his feelings? Or not? I hope it’s not too detailed. Anyway, thank you for opening requests again and finding time to write! You are amazing Meg! 💕

Here you are! My apologies for the wait!! *I do not own Eomer. He belongs to Tolkien!*

Warnings: Mentions of violence, injury, and blood. Fluff. Angst with a happy ending. 

Pairings: Eomer x reader

Your hands started shaking before you even let go of the knife. After what had seemed like hours of fighting, it was finally over. Questions swirled in your mind. How had he gotten in the keep? Why had he attacked you? But the question that burned your mind most was: What had you just done? You'd never even hurt someone before, let alone kill them.

         You let go of the knife as your door burst open to reveal Eomer. His eyes bounced between you and the person on the flooring writhing in pain. Your eyes met Eomer's and you felt tears beginning to form. "I-I," you started, but couldn't get the words out. Eomer rushed over to you. "Are you alright?!" he asked, his voice tense with emotion. You shook your head before immediately starting to cry.

         "He-He…I'm sorry, Lord Eomer." Eomer's brows dropped down over his eyes. "Whatever for?" You gestured to the man on the floor. "Did he hurt you?" You stopped for a moment, mentally taking in your physical health. It was then that you remembered the injury to your side. You nodded without speaking. Before you could protest, Eomer scooped you up in his arms, bridal style. You let out a little shriek of surprise.

         Eomer's brows remained furrowed as he carried you to the healer. He didn't say a word, even after he laid you down. He moved out of the healer's way, but didn't leave the room. His eyes remained riveted on you while the healers did their work. You didn't know it, but his heart was threatening to beat out of his chest. He couldn't lose you. He'd already lost his parents and his cousin. His uncle was under the influence of the venomous Grima and his sister would most likely leave soon as well (whether to be free of Grima for herself or through marriage had yet to be seen). He couldn't lose yet another person he loved.

         Eomer adored you. Everyone knew it. Well, everyone it seemed except you. He wasn't sure how you hadn't caught on yet. Eomer, while usually fairly stoic, made no secret of his feelings for you. He felt like a lovesick fool whenever he talked to you for more than a minute. Often times, he would completely forget pieces of a conversation because he would get lost staring at you.

         When he heard the commotion coming from your chambers as he made his way down the corridor, Eomer had felt sick as two scenarios popped into his head. The first was an unpleasant thought but the second, and real scenario, had filled him with dread.

         Now here you were, injured and in pain, while Eomer was kicking himself. If he had only told you how he felt earlier, he may have been in the room with you. If he had been you wouldn't have been attacked. You wouldn't have had to hurt another person. Eomer knew that you would have a hard time coming to terms with what had happened even though you had only been protecting yourself. He only hoped you'd allow him to be there for you. He was so lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed that the healer had finished and you were watching him with curiosity.

         "Y/N is free to go. They need rest to heal, but they seem to be alright," the healer stated before scurrying from the room. "Should I escort you to your chambers?" Eomer asked and your eyes widened. The word "NO" practically exploded out of your mouth. You instantly looked embarrassed. Eomer slowly moved to he could sit next to you and take your hand in his.

         "I cannot say I blame you," he whispered, "I could, that is,  you could rest in my chambers until we get new ones for you." Your brows lowered over her eyes in confusion. "I couldn't ask you to that. You need rest as well." Eomer rolled his eyes. "Between the two of us, you are the one who is injured. You need rest. It will just be for the night."

         You sighed, knowing how stubborn Eomer could be. You agreed and Eomer once again scooped you up in his arms. "Eomer," you hissed but he merely chuckled. "I can walk," you muttered. Eomer's smile fell a bit. "I know you can, Y/N. I just-let me have this moment?" You cocked your head to the side.

         "I should have been there. If I wasn't such a coward, I would have been. I should have protected you. I should have told you long ago how I feel so I could have been there for you. I cannot protect you from the past, but I can be there now, if you'll let me," he explained softly, though his words echoed through the empty corridors.

         "And how do you feel?" you asked in the same quiet tone Eomer had used. He didn't answer for a moment. He was still unsure of how to put it into words, but he knew he needed to. The attack tonight made certain that he knew that. Coming so close to losing you was the most frightening moment of his life. But how could he tell you that? It wasn't until you were safely in Eomer's chambers and he set you on the bed that he spoke again.

         "I am utterly devoted to you. Everything about you. I love the way you argue with me. I love that you would do anything for those you care about, especially my sister. I love that you always avoid me before breakfast in the mornings because and I quote 'you would put the Great Goblin to shame with your foul temper'. I love that you believe me I say something feels wrong, but that you aren't afraid to tell me when I'm being ridiculous. I love that you can spend hours with your nose in a book even if it's one you've read a dozen times before."

         Eomer grew tense when you didn't reply. He knew his words had been clumsy. Romantic confessions were not typical for him and now he'd made a mess of things. This was exactly what he'd feared. Rejection. "Eomer. Look at me." Eomer glanced up at you and you smiled. "I never thought I'd hear those words from you. Eomer, you are the most amazing man I have ever met. It pains me that it took an attacker to bring us together this way, but you have to know I much I love you." Eomer swore he would never feel as happy as he did now ever again…

   …He was that happy again a few years later. When he asked you to marry him and you accepted.

(a/n: I hope you liked it!)

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#tolkien #lotr #eomer #eomer x reader

[runawaymun]

Alrighty, how about Eowyn?

1: sexuality headcanon

Bisexual top. Regularly pegs Faramir. They're bi x bi and that's my absolute fav interpretation of them. It feels so very Correct.

2: otp

Faramir x Eowyn. I just love them so??? much?????? And I get the impression that despite the parent death, her childhood was really healthy and I love the idea of them having a lot of Faramir: hey lol This Thing that Happened. Childhoods amiright. And Eowyn sits there and goes "...." and Faramir goes: "That isn't normal is it" "...no."

She's extremely protective of him and will literally go to bat for him at any time and has a vested interest in making sure he's happy and feels very loved. & Faramir adores her and regales her with awful poetry. They're both just so mutually supportive of each other's interests and they also mutually agree Aragorn is Hot(tm) and point out attractive people to each other.

3: brotp

Eowyn & Eomer. 'Nuff said, I think? I'm very close with my brothers IRL and so their relationship has always deeply resonated with me. I love them so fucking much and there really isn't enough good brother & sister content in the world at large.

4: notp

I see people shipping Eowyn with Grima like...not even in a dark AU way but just in a genuine way and I Do Not Understand It. I also really dislike Eowyn/Merry. Just...mmmm sorry I hate it.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Shares clothes with Faramir all the time. They're nearly the exact same size and build.

6: favorite line from this character

Sorry I'm basic and it's "But no living man am I!”

7: one way in which I relate to this character

Very much was an Eowyn kid growing up & related to not fitting into expected gender roles. She was (still is) so important to me.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

Nothing about the character itself, but I think the general misconception that her arc is more about being a Strong Female Character(tm) when in my opinion it is really about true heroism vs performative valor.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Cinnamon roll but she can step on me.

#eowyn #yeeees thank you!!! <3 #the lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien

[streets-in-paradise]

Tell us more about this LOTR x POP au? 😴

Sure :)

There is not much to tell yet. It occurred to me yesterday because i am rereading the two towers and, having recently rewatched PoP, i remembered of the harad people and the vacancy in the story left by the movies.

At least in Jackson's version of lotr, harads look a bit middle eastern in terms of clothing and culture. Not much is told about them so it occured to me:

What if harads are persians?

That's how i started imagining this Lotr x PoP mix. Aestetically wise, the persians of PoP even fit great with LOTR. Not much is tell about the haradrim in the films, so I'm bassically imagining it as an AU were the persians are the harad. I'm not entirely satisfied with the " harad figth for Sauron just because they are bad guys" explanation in the movies and in the book canon i think Aragorn made peace with them shortly after the end of the War of the Ring. So I'm using the existent political intrigue in PoP to add movie!harads more substance.

Nizam was trying to use magic to take over the throne of Sharaman already in the canon of PoP. If they were in Middle Earth, he would be the easiest target for Sauron to corrupt. So, he uses a Wormtounge-like strategy to take over the kingdom and he is the one handling the haradrim people as backup to the orc armies of Mordor.

The banished harad princes Dastan, Tus and Garsiv seek help to reclaim the throne and save their people from the massacre that their uncle is unleashing giving away their soldiers like pawns to Barad Dur in order to stay in power.

How they would come across the free people organizing the New Alliance against Sauron, that i haven't clearly thought. It's most likely that, given geographical distances ( the harad are from the south i think) they take a long while and they come across the people of Rohan fleeing to Helm's Deep.

That's how they figure out they aren't alone, since untill quite recent Theoden was being controlled by Grima for the benefict of Saruman and Eomer got once kicked out from his contry the same way they were. Rohirrims don't trust them at first because harads have a bad reputation of being servants of the dark power. They fear they may be spies of the enemy, but Aragorn starts convincing them against this misconception because Gandalf has visited Sharaman before and knows his sons.

So, the temporally disowned princes march to Helm's Deep in aid of Rohan.

#asks #messages #lotr #prince of persia #persians as haradrim au #i can tell more once more will occur to me #don't be afraid of sending more ideas if you want

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

What, exactly, is wrong with Baudril drives Grima wild as he shoves his head into a cold bucket of water in the pumproom, blindly groping for soap as Fegali watches from the steps, laughing.

Grima gives the boy a rude gesture. The boy laughs more.

The familiarity of Baudril’s face gives Grima pause. But more than that, it’s something he said. Which, for the life of him, Grima cannot place.

What Grima can determine, with great ease, is that Baudril is not all that he says he is. Which makes them much the same. Perhaps that is why Baudril seemed inclined to like him, aside from the fact that he was put forward by an evident friend.

One liar often knows another.

Lifting head from bucket Grima watches dirt swirl in the water. He wrings out his hair before taking up the small towel Ingrithr spared him so he can dry himself enough to prevent dripping as he troops back upstairs.

‘Not sure you look any better,’ Fegali says. ‘Still a bit wet.’

‘My head was in a bucket of frigid water not ten seconds ago, in case you missed it.’

‘I mean wet like greasy.’

‘Go away.’

Grima, continuing to have the worst luck with the tweens he runs into, no matter the AU he’s in. 

Grima is like: I came to Lake-town for a chill, no-bad-memory time and I’m feeling very attacked right now. 

Fegali, obnoxious 13 yo: WHY ARE YOU SO WET?? 

this is where wild thing becomes like a quasi political thriller? Except it’s not? idk man Baudril walked into the scene and was like “I am here to be SUPER SUS” and Grima’s little “suspicious character, I should insert myself into their life” antennae went up. 

Fegali’s here to drop sick burns until Eomer can show up to resume his duty as the character who delivers scathing insults at inappropriate times. 

Eomer just wants to fight people. It’s all that repressed energy.  

#grima wormtongue #eomer #griomer #Grima x Eomer #lotr #lord of the rings #wild thing

[ahufflepuffhobbit]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Tag Game

@sunnyrosewritesstuff tagged me in this, and I loved the way she hyped me up so much that I wanted to continue the game! The rules:

Tag 3 writers and tell what you like about them and what your favorite story of theirs is.

If you get tagged, keep it going with 3 of your own favorites. (If you get tagged again, try to give us 3 new ones if you can.)

Anyone can play! Feel free to reblog and add on if you see this on your dash. I just want people to share the love and appreciation! 😍

I'm going to start with my writing buddy, @thiswaycomessomethingwicked

My dear, you are absolutely brilliant, and I don't get to brag on you enough. Writing with you nearly every week (for nearly ten months!!) has vastly improved my writing because you are SO GOOD and so inspiring. The way that you write, the sheer knowledge that you have in general and that you put into your fics is absolutely amazing.

As for a favorite story is... This is hard. Honestly, I love everything that I've read, and your Swimming Through Fire series (boromirxaragorn, eomerxgrima, legolasxgimli)is one of my favorites. However, my favorite favorite would be be not afraid of plenty (eomerxgrima) because it's just such a good wrap up for that 'ship in that series.

I could never do one of these lists without including @alienfuckeronmain

You know I love you XD I follow you as you explore new fandoms, and if it's something I'm even remotely interested, I will read allllll of the things. You are such a good writer and I can't wait to read more of your original work because the taste I got just made me want more. You are such an inspiration, and I've said it before, but you inspired and gave me permission to write as much smut as I do and to not care about what other people think. I cannot thank you enough for that.

Like I said, I love everything you write. But for favorites, I would have to go back to what led me to you in the first place, what started me on this WHOLE fanfic business: House of Durin (bilboxthorin, bofurxbard)

Finally, I'm going to throw it back to @sunnyrosewritesstuff!

I love how warm and encouraging you are! You're such a good writer and you have amazing ideas! I can't get enough of your writing, whether it's fluff or smut or whole world building, it's absolutely amazing!

For a favorite fic, I have a lot to choose from. I enjoy the fic that led me to you, Once Upon a Dream (bilboxthorin), and all your drabbles are so fun, but for favorite, I would have to go with Guardian of Kings (bilboxthorin)! It's just absolutely perfect and I can't wait to reread it and leave more comments XD

Please, everyone check out these writers and share the love!

#frieeeeends #fic rec #bagginshield #aragorn x boromir #gigolas #eomer x grima #lotr #the hobbit

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Toeing the Line

Eomer is secretly in love with Deryn, and she is trying to figure out where his feelings lie when he is banished after the death of Theodred.

MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used: Deryn

Word Count:  1,803

Translation(s): None

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We were besieged by Orcs; too many to count without pausing in the fight against them.  It almost seemed pointless, until one remembered just what we were fighting for.

Our people.  Freedom.  Rohan.

"For Rohan!"  I screamed into an Orc's ugly face as I impaled it upon my sword.  It crumpled off the end, leaving me to battle the rest of the horde alongside my male companions.

We had set out today on Lord Théodred's orders, to hold the Fords of Isen against Sauroman's Orcs that wished to overrun us.  He had stayed back to man the eyot in case our commander--Grimbold--was unable to defeat the Orcs.  

"Deryn!"  I heard a familiar voice call through the screeching cries of the Orcs, and the yells of men battling for their lives.  Turning my attention away from the battle for a split second, I caught sight of Eómer, cousin of Lord Théodred and someone I loved a little better than a friend.  

Not that he would ever know.  I was just a shield maiden of Rohan, pledged to protect her from all enemies while he was basically royalty.  

His long blonde hair blew in the mild breeze that made this day bearable in our heavy, hot armor as he waded through the dead bodies of Orcs to come to my side.  His sword was held out in preparation to kill anything that tried to attack him.  

"Lord Eómer," I said with a smile, brushing back a wayward black strand of hair while watching his hazel eyes crinkle up as he smiled back at me.  

"Deryn, what have I told you about calling me by my title?"  He teased, reaching my side and thrusting out his sword to catch a passing Orc and slaughter it.  

I took a moment to respond to him as I killed another Orc, watching as their numbers slowly dwindled against our fierce onslaught.  We would keep the Isen another day.

"Fine.  Eómer, how are our forces holding up?"  I asked, looking up at him.  He was so much taller, making me seem even smaller than I really was at 5'9".  

"We've only lost a few men, but it was enough for Théodred to bring his forces in.  They're over by the Ford right now."  Eómer answered absentmindedly, looking over in that direction.  

That's when we heard the scream.  

Instantly, Eómer's face paled, his dark eyes flickering down at me for a second before he was moving towards the Ford, from whence the scream had come.  As he began to run, a single anguished word fled his lips.  

"Théodred."

At that word, I could feel the blood drain from my own face and I followed after him, praying that we wouldn't find what I feared.

As we both sprinted across the bloodied ground, dodging the bodies of our brave, valiant men, and the carcasses of the Orcs, I noticed that all the vile creatures had fled, allowing us a victory.  

Upon reached the Ford, and the huddle of men that stood around the ominously still body of Théodred, Eómer forced his way through, falling to his knees beside his cousin and gently lifting Théodred's crimson-stained hand off his chest.

"Let me through," I said loudly, making the crowd of uncertain men part before me so I could hurry to Théodred's side.  

A quick glance at his chest told me that things weren't good.  His leather armor had been pierced directly below his rib cage, and scarlet had stained much of his abdomen; too much.

I knelt carefully beside Théodred, hands gently moving away the hand that he had pressed to his abdomen in an attempt to staunch the blood constantly oozing.  

He appeared to be unconscious, not dead like I'd originally thought, but the motion of moving his hand had him moaning softly and opening his brown eyes.  A grimace marred his features as he took shallow, trembling breaths.

"My Lord, it's going to be alright."  I tried to soothe him, smoothing back his blonde hair in an attempt to reassure him.  

Théodred's creased brow furrowed even more as he tried to say something, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath, which appeared to cause him excruciating pain as his already pale complexion grew even paler and his eyes fluttered shut; body falling limp as he lapsed back into unconsciousness.

"Lady Deryn," Eómer's soft call of my name had me looking up at him as he stared at me with reddened, worried eyes.  "We need to move him, quickly."  

I nodded in agreement, ignoring Eómer's use of my honorary title.  I didn't feel much in the mood  

to tease him; the sooner Théodred could receive the attentions of a healer, the better.  I might have known something about medicine, but it wasn't enough to properly care for him.

"Yes, he needs to be tended to quickly."  I said softly, letting go of Théodred's hand as I stood up, brushing his blood off my hands onto my skirt.  "Someone get Brego!"

~~~~~~~~

That scum Wormtongue was intolerable.  He had poisoned our King's mind and manipulated him into doing just what he wanted.  

"My Lord, your nephew Eómer approaches.  He has come back from the battle."  I could hear him murmur into King Théoden's ear as he stood beside him.  

Eómer slowly walked up to his Uncle, dropping respectfully onto one knee and bowing his head as he reached the throne.  

"My Lord Théoden, your son Théodred," Eómer paused, swallowing hard, "Théodred, he-he was mortally injured in the battle."  He choked out, but King Théoden gave him no reaction.  Not even a sign that he recognized Eómer's presence.  

Wormtongue moved quickly towards Eómer, his unnaturally pale face made even more ugly by the expression of barely concealed contempt that he wore.  "You should not have troubled My Lord Théoden with such news.  My Lord is already in such a delicate state of mind..."  He said in a low voice, false concern dowsing his words.  

Eómer rose quickly to his feet, looking down upon the wretch named Wormtongue.  His hazel eyes flashed dangerously, and I watch his 6'6" burly frame tense as he clenched his fists in an effort to remain calm.

"There is nothing wrong with King Théoden except the fact that you constantly whisper in his ear, answering for him, controlling him.  He would be better off without you!"  Eómer growled out, the muscles in his jaw jumping as he clenched it.  "We all would," he added in a softer voice.

Wormtongue hurried away from him, the contempt he felt for Eómer no longer hidden in his pale, watery eyes.  "You dare insult me?!"  He hissed in a wondering voice, an evil smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he watched Eómer.  "For such arrogance against your King's most trusted advisor, you deserve banishment;  which I will gladly give you."  He sneered, and Eómer stood silently for a moment, glaring openly at him.

"Someday you will pay with blood for what you are doing; for what you have done," Eómer said quietly, "and I will be there when that day comes."  

With that, he turned away from Wormtongue and King Théoden and walked towards me, head held high.  

Catching sight of me standing by the door, Eómer stopped.  "Deryn, I wish I did not have to say goodbye."  He murmured quietly, dark eyes gentling as they watched me.  "You mean very much to me, and now that I am exiled..."  His rich voice trailed off.

I nodded absentmindedly, shooting a glance towards Wormtongue as he muttered something into King Théoden's ear.  Then Eómer's words registered.

I whirled to look at him, green eyes wide in disbelief.  "Wait, he banished you?!"  I asked incredulously, and Eómer nodded silently.

"That he did, Deryn."  

Gritting my teeth, I outright glared at Wormtongue, forming an idea in my mind.  "I'm going to go punch him."  I growled, marching determinedly towards that foul scum that deserved nothing less than to be fed alive to Orcs.

"Deryn, no!"  Eómer hissed, reaching out and grabbing my arm before I could march over and give Wormtongue a taste of my fist.  "He'll have you banished too, or worse, executed."  

I scowled at him.  "So what if I get banished with you?  There's nowhere I'd rather be than by your side."  I said, trying to keep the heat from rising in my cheeks at such a forward declaration.  

Eómer just grinned, hazel eyes twinkling.  "You make it sound as if you have some attachment to me," he teased, releasing my arm from his grasp and interlacing our fingers instead.  

The blush that flooded my cheeks at his words and touch was impossible to hide, so I just ducked my head, trusting in my long black hair to hide my embarrassment.  This was what made it so hard to hide my feelings; the way he acted as if we were just friends and comrades, nothing more.  

Deciding to change to subject, I looked back at Wormtongue.  "Are you sure I can't punch him?"  I asked softly, and the gentle chuckle I heard in response to my words had me looking up into Eómer's smiling face.

"Yes, Lady Deryn."

I frowned, "what have I told you about using my title?"  I asked, contemplating pulling away from him and making a running dash at Wormtongue.  "What if I just break his nose a little?  Surely that's alright?"  I asked before Eómer could respond to my first question and this time he

laughed outright, covering his mouth with his hand in an attempt to stifle it.

"I'm positive, Deryn.  Now, I must go.  Perhaps one day we will meet again?"  He said, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

"No.  We will never meet again, Eómer.  I'm sorry."  I whispered, and Eómer's gaze darkened instantly, the laughter vanishing in the blink of an eye.  

"What do you mean by 'no'?"  He asked in a whisper that vaguely hinted at the emotions he was feeling.

"I mean 'no' as in the fact that we will never need to meet again.  I'm coming with you."  I said, smiling a little at the look on Eómer's face.  

With a sigh, he gently squeezed my hand that he still held in his grasp.  "I suppose that even if I say no again, you'll just find a way to come with me."  He said in what was clearly mock-exasperation; I could tell.  He was not as good of an actor as he thought.

I nodded.  "Yes.  You're going to be stuck with me, whether you like it or not."

Eómer groaned, turning away from me on the pretense of walking out the door.  But nothing could hide the huge smile that bloomed on his face.

Sometimes I couldn't understand him.

#Eomer #theodred #grima wormtongue #wormtongue #eomer x oc #lotr #rohan #rohirrim #eomer gets banished #theodred dies #the fellowship #fanfic #fanfiction

[fizzyxcustard]

@birdkeeperklink and I have been coming up with the best Headcanons ever! Grima, his girlfriend named Olga (who leaves a lot to be desired) and their orgies which are famous far across Edoras. However, no one admits to going to them. It involves why Grima has no eyebrows, how he lost his virginity, Eowyn’s topless modelling career and the blackmailing that Éomer has to partake in to make sure no one knows he attends the orgies (even though everyone knows he does) We meet Grima’s lover: the bland, stringy-haired baker named Olga. She makes shit bread, has fat ankles and a while array of questionable health conditions. We also learn Olga and Grima’s special love song. ;)

These Headcanons will be such a blast to write.

We’ve had such a laugh coming up with it. So thank you for cheering me up!

#grima wormtongue #comedy #grima wormtongue x oc #eowyn #eomer #headcanons #funny! #night queue #lord of the rings

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: The King of the Golden Hall

Rohan lesssgoooooo!!

Aragorn’s sleeping habits continue to crack me up. Man lies flat on his back and conks out within seconds of lying down. I’m sorry but that’s hilarious

“‘Speak, Legolas!’ said Gandalf. ‘Tell us what you see there before us!’” Exposition Machine, go!

BRO?? “He is one of the Mearas, unless my eyes are cheated by some spell” was actually a line from SOME RANDOM GUARD AT EDORAS, and they gave it to Legolas, I’m HOWLING

Is Minas Tirith called “Mundburg” in the Rohirric language?? “Burg” means “city”, and I’m guessing “mund” might be “mound” like “tall/mountain”?? I’ll probably have to look at the appendices and check.

(Edit: Unless I am blind, I have checked the appendices and they didn’t say anything about this. Help??)

(Edit two: I have been informed that it DOES mean Minas Tirith! My only mistake was relying on Latin etymology. X-D [Although knowing Tolkien, I wouldn’t put it past him to construct a name using Latin root words and then go back and create an entire fictional etymology for it and go “no, see, this is what it REALLY means—”])

HAMAAAAAAAAAA

Okay lets-get-ready-to-ramble was very right, Aragorn’s hesitation to hand over Anduril is VERY funny. Expect a comic.

Movie!Gandalf: “Oh. *puppy dog eyes* You would not part an old man from his walking stick.” Book!Gandalf: “FOOLS. DISCOURTEOUS WRETCHES. I’M NOT BUDGING AN INCH WITHOUT MY STICK. THEODEN CAN DRAG HIMSELF OUT HERE TO MEET ME FOR ALL I CARE. THE INSOLENCE.”

Aragorn refuses to give up Anduril until Gandalf convinces him. This is Best Friend Energy. Two seconds later, Gandalf refuses to give up his staff, and Aragorn laughs at him. This is PEAK Best Friend Energy.

Theoden really told Gandalf “tbh I was glad you were dead”

Wormtongue insulted Galadriel and Gimli is immediately like “YOU WANNA FIGHT BRO”

DID GANDALF HIT GRIMA WITH LIGHTNING?? HELLO??? ROFLOLOL

“Wormtongue remained lying on the floor” ASDFGHJKLSJDDBK

MISS KIESHA. MISS KIESHA.

OH HE NEED SOME MILK

*BLASTS CARAMELLDANSEN OVER WORMTONGUE ON THE FLOOR*

Do you want more? I can go on.

Okay okay be serious, hooooo—

EOWYNNNNNNN

As far as I can tell, Theoden’s transformation in this chapter is a bit of a treatise on the power of words. Saruman’s magic worked through Grima’s words, over many long years, to poison Theoden’s mind and cripple his body. Gandalf’s healing, likewise, works through words; and though it takes effect far slower than in the movie, it’s remarkably quick compared to the poisoning. Theoden goes from hobbling out his door, to standing tall in the sunlight, to taking up his sword, to commanding his people, all because Gandalf said, “You can—and what’s more, you must.”

“Do not send your faithful Grima away!” Talking in third person again. Gollum, Gollum.

My favorite character in this chapter is the unnamed guard who scooped up water in his helmet to wash the stones Wormtongue spat on. You, sir, are my hero.

Gimli, about the horse emblazoned on his shield: “At least I’m the one carrying this horse instead of the other way around!”

Eowyn already thinks Aragorn is cute. That was fast.

“There is Eowyn, daughter of Eomund, [Eomer’s] sister. She is fearless and high-hearted. All love her. Let her be as lord of the Eorlingas, while we are gone.” HAMA REALLY SAID “RESPECT WOMEN”

I like Eomer and Gimli’s friendly rivalry. More writing about that, please! It’s extremely funny.

Shadowfax running around on the plain while everyone else is busy planning things is a huge mood.

And NOW Gandalf throws off his cloak and reveals the white robes. So dramatic.

#gandalf #aragorn #legolas #gimli #theoden #king theoden #grima wormtongue #eowyn #eomer #shadowfax #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #assorted thoughts #a surprising amount of funny moments from this chapter

[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

Peredhel

Erestor Peredhel x Samantha Johnson (OFC) - Unknown Chapters

Work Summary: Sam is a modern world woman that finds herself in Middle Earth with no way home. So she makes the best of her situation and becomes a cook for Rohan before traveling around Middle Earth for a few years to learn more about the food. She returns to Rohan days before a farewell party is being held for Lord Elrond before he parts for Valinor, where she meets Erestor. Who has been debating his own fate.

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Summary: After a few years of traveling around Middle Earth to learn of food and culture, Samantha Johnson returns to Edoras. Her long-time friend, Eomer, reveals how much has changed.

Notes: My NaNoWriMo project!

Sam is from the modern world, but in her universe, LoTR doesn’t exist so she’s like Jon Snow: she knows nothing lol!

I know I was going to do a celebrity faceclaim, but none of them looked as good once I put the long elf hair on. Picture whom you want for Erestor.

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Edoras. The capital of Rohan, where the Riders of Rohan gather to serve their king and protect the people. The first home Sam had known since entering Middle Earth.

Sam rode up to the gates that were actually closed for the first time since she had called this place home. Rumors and stories had spread across the land of a devastating battle at Helm’s Deep, an attack on Gondor, and of an army marching on Mordor. Hopefully, Sam could get some answers.

“Who goes there?” A voice called out from the top of the city walls.

Sam raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, “It’s me, Sam! Please inform King Theoden of my return.”

Silence greeted this statement before the city gates slowly opened. Sam watched them for a moment before riding through the city and up the hill to the keep. As she pulled in front of the stairway that lead up to the House of Theoden, Eomer came strolling out, a large smile on his friendly face.

“Sam! It has been far too long, my lady!”

“That it has, old friend,” Sam dismounted her ride before allowing Eomer to crush her in a hug. “I see not much has changed since my departure. Though, hopefully, King Theoden has come to his senses about keeping Grima around.”

At the mention of Theoden’s name, Eomer became somber. “I have forgotten you were not around for the major changes in Middle Earth. Please, come inside so that we can regale each other with our stories.”

Sam worried about Eomer’s tone. “Somehow I believe your story may be more interesting than my own.”

They passed through the large doors into the keep as they talked and Sam was instantly tackled around the waist. Blonde hair blocked her vision and she began to giggle.

“I never would have picked you to be one to drop the formalities just to tackle someone with a hug.”

Eowyn pulled back to smile at her friend. “It is far too exciting to see you once again. Alive and well!”

Sam looked up and saw a handsome man with dirty blonde hair and a beard smiling at the exchange. “Oh, you have company!”

“Oh!” Eowyn blushed as she looked over her shoulder at the young man. “Yes, this is Faramir. His father had been the Steward of Gondor.”

Sam bowed her head as the man walked up. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual. I have heard so much from Eowyn and Eomer about your adventures together when you lived here. Is it true you are not from Middle Earth?”

“Faramir!” Eowyn chastised.

“It’s ok. Really. I stopped being homesick after the first few years. Yes, I’m not from Middle Earth. I’m from...well, it’s really hard to explain. But long story short, Gandalf has concluded I’m here to stay. And so I’ve made a great home here in Edoras.”

“Perhaps you will share your store at the feast if you are comfortable,” Faramir smiled.

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Feast?”

Eomer cleared his throat. “Lord Elrond and his house will be here by week’s end. King Aragorn wanted to have one final feast for his kin before they sailed west for Valinor. They wished for a more intimate space so we have offered our keep.”

“Oh! Well, then I better get settled and head towards the kitchen. Is Evelyn still working?”

“Yes!” Came Eowyn’s excited cry. “She’ll be so happy to see you. Let me lead you there.”

Sam laughed. “Ok, ok, but let me greet your uncle first. I can only imagine how hurt he would be if I did not say hello.”

The room became solemn, and Sam instantly knew something was wrong.

“The stories are correct, aren’t they?  The battle at Gondor. The unnatural orcs running around. A huge war at the Black Gates.”

Eomer sighed. “Yes, they are all true. A small group left Rivendell a few years ago with the purpose of destroying a very powerful ring. Sauron’s ring. They were successful, but many were lost. Including our Uncle during the battle at Minas Tirith.”

“Oh my God,” Sam instantly gathered Eomer and Eowyn in a tight hug. “I am so sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” Eowyn sniffed in Sam’s ear, trying to keep back the tears even though it had been a few years. “Now, let us get you to the kitchen. You can show us all that you have learned on your travels.”

As the two women walked down the hall, Sam glanced back towards Faramir’s direction. “So is that why the son of the Steward of Gondor is here? For the Elf party? And Gondor has a king now?”

Eowyn gave Sam a small smile. “No. Faramir is the Steward of Gondor now. His father died during the Siege of Minas Tirith and his older brother was killed by orcs as he was trying to protect the hobbits in the Fellowship.”

“The Fellowship? Yeah, we definitely have a ton to catch up on.”

Eowyn gave a bigger smile at that. “We certainly do! I wish to hear all about your travels and to the different lands you visited. Which were your favorite?”

Sam laughed. “That’s a tough question. While I loved the people of Dale, I have to say the food was amazing at the Grey Havens. So many different cultures mixing to create a unique concept of food. Though, I will say no one makes comfort food like the Shire. Even if they are a bit wary of outsiders.”

“Did you dare venture into Mirkwood?”

“Didn’t have to. While I was in Dale, I ran into the Captain of King Thranduil’s guard, Feren. He was impressed with my cooking and asked if I would show the staff back in Eryn Galen a few things.”

Eowyn’s eyes grew wide. “I did not think King Thranduil allowed outsiders to touch his food.”

“Oh, I doubt he ate anything I made while I was there. Hell, I think he forgot I was there half the time. Which wasn’t a problem for me. I was there to learn about food, not schmooze politicians.”

Eowyn blinked in confusion. “What’s schmooze?”

“Right,” Sam laughed, “I forgot I haven’t been around for a few years and some of my slang may have been forgotten. C’mon. Let’s have a refresher course while I meet the new kitchen staff.”

Back in the main hall, Eomer was trying to explain where Sam came from better for Faramir. But it was far too confusing to put into words. As Eomer tried once more, a guard came into the room and bowed.

“My King, a counselor of Lord Elrond’s has arrived.”

Eomer’s eyebrows furrowed. “So soon? We were informed Lord Elrond’s party was not arriving for another three days time.”

A very tall Elf with long, black hair, piercing grey eyes, and a serious look came strolling into the room. “Indeed, but I have come ahead of Lord Elrond at his bequest. We have heard from Mithrandir that you have a chef from another world. While I may have concerns, Lord Elrond is intrigued and wishes to see if they can make some of his favorite foods.”

“Aye, that we do. Sam is an amazing cook and I have no doubt she will be able to make anything Lord Elrond desires.”

“Sam?” The Elf wrinkled his nose. “What an unusual name.”

“She says it is short for Samantha, a common name in her world. And what is your name, if I may ask.”

“Erestor Peredhel, Chief Counselor of Lord Elrond.”

Eomer gauged the elf in front of him and wondered if he should risk bringing him to Sam, knowing very well she could be the type to speak first and think later when someone has been rude to her. And while Erestor hasn’t been rude, per se, he does have an air about him that Sam would find...off-putting as she had once worded it.

“King Eomer?” The Elf pressed.

Eomer looked towards the kitchens and then back towards the Elf. “Forgive me, Sam has just arrived back to Edoras mere moments before your arrival. I do not believe she is receiving guests at this moment but I will be glad to ask on your behalf.”

“Please do. I shall wait here.”

Chapter 2

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[wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse]

Spoiled Goods (Eomer x Fem!reader)

Word Count: 2181

Warnings: Dark, mentions of sex, bruises, etc. Not a wholesome story that's for sure. I'd rate it PG-13, so please don't read it if it makes you uncomfy, and if you do, well don't say I didn't warn you

Summary: Basically you get used by Wormtongue (Eugh) to keep Eowyn and Eomer safe, and then try and hide it from them. Don't ask how I got such a twisted idea, because IDK

A/N NOT IN THE BOOK OR MOVIES BUT IDC I GOT THE IDEA SO SUCK IT UP

The light shone in my face, piercing through my eyelids. I felt sore all over. And then I heard it. Harsh breathing next to me. Then I remembered what had taken place the night before. What I had sacrificed. But what I had saved. I opened my eyes, and slowly, carefully, got out of the bed. Wormtongue was still asleep thankfully, so I did not have to deal with him at the moment. I picked up my nightgown, putting it on as quietly as possible. Then I grabbed my slippers and slowly opened the door. I heard a bit of stirring, but then the snoring resumed. Once I was in the hallway, I ran as fast as I could, away from that room.

Turning around a corner, I slammed into someone. We both fell to the ground, and when I offered a hand to help the other up, I realized who it was.

"Eowyn, why are you awake this early?" I questioned.

She smiled gently, "I woke up earlier than normal, and I wanted to start some of my work early. Why are you up and walking around in your nightwear? Is everything alright?"

I faked a smile. "Yes Wyn, everything is fine. Well, I will be heading back to my room now!"

I tried to step around her but she blocked me. "Y/n, what is wrong? Your dress is all buttoned wrong, and you aren't even walking from your room. Remember, I know you better than anyone, so stop lying to me."

I faltered. Should I tell her? Should I tell her what I did? Why I did it? No, it would only hurt her. I smiled weakly again. "Wyn, I am fine. Now please let me go to my room." She relented and let me pass her. But she followed me down the hall and into my room. I should have known nothing would stop her from poking in my business. But at the moment, I could care less. I was exhausted, my body hurt, and I just wanted to cry.

We walked into my room and she went straight into the bathroom, where there was already water in the bath, probably meant to be used last night. She dipped her hand in it, testing the temperature.

"Why is there still water in your bath y/n? It was a hot night, so it is at a comfortable temperature. Please do not lie to me. You know how I feel about it." Eowyn said.

I stuttered. "I-I-I don't want to say. You would be disgusted with me. I am already disgusted with myself. "

She countered, "It can't possibly be that bad. You have always been a bit on the dramatic side. Please just tell me."

I could hardly utter the words to myself, much less to her. She would hate me. So I began to unbutton my nightgown. I would not tell her, but I could show her. She gasped when she saw the bruises on my chest, my arms, my thighs. I lowered my head in shame. It looked horrible, to begin with, but it would be even worse when she learned why I had said yes, why I had let him use me.

"What happened?" Eowyn said faintly. She helped me into the bath and then sat next to it, waiting for me to continue.

"W-Wormtongue. He was going to have you and Eomer killed." I was trying to hide the fear, and how mad I was at myself. My eyes began to betray me, welling up slightly.

Eowyn's eyes widened with shock. "That, that horrible!" She could not even finish her sentence, her words distorting with her fury. Her cheeks reddened, clearly enraged. "How dare he even touch you without your permission! I should personally kill him myself! And Eomer helping me! No one is ever allowed to do this to you."

I lowered my eyes, feeling guilt spread through me. "Wyn...he had my permission," I mumbled, not daring to look at her. "But I had to, I could never lose you, or Eomer for that matter."

I heard her shift slightly, her skirts rustling against the floor. "Y/n," she said softly. "I am so sorry that this happened to you. But I do have a question. Why would he have threatened Eomer as well as me? You are not as close, and he has a more fighting chance against him."

I grew even more embarrassed, hardly speaking above a whisper. "Well, originally, it was only you. But last night, I was trying to get my mind off of what he was doing to me, and, well..." I trailed off.

"Well, what?" Eowyn prodded. "Nothing you say will change how I think of you. I don't want to pressure you, and I know talking will help. Please continue."

Still refusing to meet her eyes, I continued. "Wormtongue told me if I was to speak, I was only to say his name. But I got caught in the moment, trying to think of anything else, and said someone else's name instead."

Eowyn sighed in understanding. "So he added Eomer to the list. I see." She put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Y/n, why didn't you say anything before?"

"I was too ashamed to admit that I had submitted myself to that. It was only a one night deal, but I feel horrible and gross. I feel like spoiled goods, that nobody would want," I responded, finally gaining the courage to look back at her.

She smiled reassuringly. "Well, that is certainly a rotten situation to be in, but I wasn't exactly referring to that. I was talking about Eomer. I presume you have feelings for him. How I did not see this before, I do not know."

I looked down again. "Oh, that. Well, I guess so, but I didn't want to say anything, for fear of ruining a good friendship."

She nodded slowly. "Well, I think I will give you some peace, so please, wash up, and get ready for the day." She started walking out of the room before calling back, "Y/n? I do not think a relationship would be ruined if you were to say something."

Before I could respond, she shut the door, letting me be. I decided not to ponder her words, and just relax in the lukewarm water. I closed my eyes to block the sunlight out. What would Eomer think of me if he heard what I did? I am now spoiled goods. No one will want me after this. No one would want a wife who has been with someone else. I hate myself. How could I do this? No, I knew why I did this. It was worth it. Saving their lives was more important. I began to get out of the bath. I had to face the day  eventually.

As I pulled on my undergarments, I began to notice how dark some of the bruises were getting. My hips were the worst. They were covered with black and blue. Even the ones on my arms were becoming more visible. This was not good, not good at all. I pulled on my dress and darted to Eowyn's room, quickly knocking and entering without waiting. Unfortunately, someone else was there with her, hurriedly speaking.

"Eomer," I breathed, "May I speak with your sister? Alone."

He raised an eyebrow, but nodded, beginning to leave the room. But then he stopped short when he saw my arms. He looked at me with alarm in his eyes but continued to walk out the door. I hardly dared to move, or speak, until I heard the door close behind me.

"Eowyn, I need something to cover my arms better than the dress, it is too pale and you can see the bruises underneath. Do you have anything I might be able to borrow?" I spoke hurriedly, trying to get out of there before Eomer could come back. She nodded, understanding my urgency, and reached into her closet, ruffling through some stuff.

"Here this might work," She suggested, handing me a black, knit-shawl. "I know it is a bit warmer, but it is lightweight. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? If it is because of Eomer, which I am guessing it is, just talk to him. Or at least try. He cares about you a lot too."

I shook my head. "No, it was difficult to tell even you, and besides, caring about someone is different than what I feel for him. I need to go start my duties anyways." I curtsied and headed towards the door. I started down the hall, turning a corner and running into Eomer.

"I really need to check around the corners more often," I grumbled. He chuckled softly.

"How are you doing this lovely morn?" Eomer questioned gently.

I responded quickly. "I am doing just fine. Now if I may," I tried to sidestep around him, determined to leave a difficult conversation before it started. But he grabbed my wrists pulling me back and making me wince. He put my hand in his, showcasing the slight bruising on my wrists. Damn, I should have covered those up. He looked back at me, his eyes darkening.

Very quietly, but laced with danger, he said, "Who did this to you?"

I refused to look at him, slowly pulling my hands out of his grasp. He then began pulling the shawl to the side, gasping softly when he saw the bruises on my arm. He ran his fingers over them, slowly, tenderly. Then he took his other hand, lifting my chin, making me look at him. His eyes pierced mine, and again my eyes betrayed me, beginning to tear up a bit. He withdrew his hand quickly, thinking it was his fault.

"No, you are fine," I whispered. "And I-" My voice broke, I could not admit this to him. I could not tell him what I did. He would be disgusted with me.

"Y/n," his voice was deeper and gravelly, "You can trust me with anything."

I tried turning away again, but he stopped me. "Trust me," He pleaded.

I spoke quietly. "Grima was threatening to kill you and Wyn. I begged him not to, but he only had one way, one thing he wanted me to do in order to never hurt you again. I had no choice, but I hate myself because I let him. But now it is over for me. I am only spoiled goods, no one will ever want me as a wife. So there you go, that is why I was up so early, why I am covered in bruises." This time it was Eomer who turned away, his jaw clenching, his hand turning into a fist.

Then he turned back to me, softly cupping my cheek. "I will kill Wormtongue for even touching you, even if you said yes, he still took advantage of you. Y/n, you will never be spoiled goods, not to me." A tear ran down my face, after all the confessing, I was done, done with everything.

But suddenly I became aware of how little space there was between us, how I was backed against a wall, and how heightened my senses were. He brushed the tear away, his hand a bit calloused. He looked into my eyes, and suddenly I realized what he was looking for, what he was silently waiting for. I nodded, and then he pressed his lips against mine, slowly moving them. I reached my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, our bodies pressed together. This was amazing and completely different from what had happened the night before. (This had ya girl turned on af) He moved his hands to the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him.

After several glorious minutes, I was the first to pull away but kept my forehead pressed to his. "How long have you felt this way?" I breathed, barely able to contain the joy I felt.

"Many, many years. I was too afraid to say anything."

"Too afraid?" I teased, "Now that is truly surprising."

He laughed, one of my favorite sounds, before pressing a kiss against my forehead. "My dear, please know that you are worth so much, and that, as I said before, you are not spoiled goods. Please, may I have the honor to court you?"

I smiled even wider. "Of course my lord." He picked up my hand, kissing it gently. "I do need you to do something for me," I said, my mood darkening a bit. "No one else must hear of this, for fear that Wormtongue might hear of it. I do not want to know what he might do if he were to hear of it."

Eomer nodded solemnly. "Anything for you, My Lady," he responded.

And so the days passed. Stolen kisses in the dark, going for walks when no one could see, hiding in plain sight. I could still sometimes feel the ghost of hands on me, but that moved on eventually. And soon enough, it was Eomer, only Eomer, and it was pure bliss. Enemies came and went, threats taken down. And I stayed by his side, as he stayed by mine.

#eomer x reader #eomer #lotr #lotr fanfic

[lesbiansforboromir]

It would be! I can understand movies straying from the books but from what you’ve said they just straight up ruined D and anything interesting between D B and F. I don’t hate the movie (that sort of dynamic can be fun) but it sounds like I might’ve preferred the book version. They brought on a topic that people would get defensive over so ppl praising D’s character would look really gross to ppl who haven’t read the book, eee your experience must’ve been yiksey.

I mean listen! Lotr I would say has a very unique dynamic between book and film because like... the films were fucking good. Like I love these films still. They are all standalone great films and whilst there was book fan backlash at the time it was rightfully quashed by the deserved amount of fans the film got because it was so good. 

But it created this very weird issue where people just kinda assumed that because the films were great, they were at least very similar to the books. The film’s memory has wholly changed the way the books are viewed because they were so good. So it means that even the hardest book fans can still be influenced by the films. Like I was totally onboard for the theoden tragically bewitched man but in the books he’s really just depressed and choosing to believe Grima over Eomer and Theodred. He’s a much more neutral character, which I only remembered with my last read through, even though I’ve read through these books a tonne since the film came out. 

Essentially it means that much of the fandom has no real seperation between book and film in their minds which YEAH creates situations that are strange for me. Still haunted by the time someone told me to suck their toes on one of my denethor positive takes. Though really I’ve never had any genuine backlash, it’s more just my own selfish frustrations at not being able to read fanfic of Gondor at all ajsdhjaksd 

But yeah! In essentials, the films made Gondor’s situation as a whole both not make sense, and much more boring and less desperate. And that’s including the Stewards as a family. The thing of Faramir being like the devoted brother to Boromir too, Faramir doesn’t say... one single unreservedly nice thing about Boromir at any point in the books. Not to the hobbits, not to his father, not to Gandalf, no one. He at one point says ‘alas for boromir, whom I too loved’ but the way it’s stated is almost as if it’s a surprise, it sounds like ‘I loved him in spite of x’ I WILL STOP COMPLAINING, I am sick and so apt to complain 

#chats #Anonymous #asks

[gretchenzellerbarnes]

Shout out to Jonathan Carnahan for never pulling that overbearing, hypocritical I-am-allowed-to-fuck-anything-that-moves-but-you're-not-allowed-to-so-much-as-set-eyes-on-any-one-you-like, toxic masculine, I-am-your-closest-living-male-relative-and-therefore-your-owner shite on Evie I am a motherfucking Librarian Carnahan in The Mummy (1999)

#THIS #the mummy #the mummy 1999 #drops mic #jonathan carnahan #evelyn carnahan #everything I've been watching lately there's been some macho entitled male thinking he can tell his sister what to do #and drag her about like he thinks he's her fucking owner #plus the many eomer x lothiriel fics where lothiriel's brothers are just interfering and hypocritical fuckwits just GRRRRRRRR #however if you have someone stalkery and slimey and an actual bad guy like grima wormtongue making ominous drooly eyes towards your sis #then crack on #or more accurately stand back and watch your sister fuck grima up #ok this was long and ranty #l

[moony-artnstuff]

Moony’s Masterlist and Rules

Commission Page (here you can request matchups)

Rules

Hello everyone! I am Moony, and I write for the fandoms ‘Lord of the rings’ and ‘The Hobbit’. You can check my bio to see whether or not requests and/or matchups are opened.

Characters I write for:

I write for every character from LOTR and TH, except for the villains like Saruman, Sauron, Grima, the master of Laketown, etc. If you’re not sure whether or not I write for a certain character you are more than welcome to ask.

What I will write:

When requests are opened I will write drabbles and headcanons. For matchups and full fanfics you can check my commission page.

I mainly write reader-insert fanfiction, but I am willing to try writing character x character fanfics. The reader can be any gender/use any pronouns you’d like, just make sure to tell me what you want when sending in a request

The reader can be paired with both male and female characters. I write romantic, platonic and familial relationships, make sure to specify which one you want when sending in a request.

What I will not write:

Anything I don’t feel like writing. I am allowed to turn down any and all requests for whatever reason that may be.

I will not write incest.

I will not write the reader with an underage character (or vice versa) in a romantic way.

Modern AU. I’m just not a big fan of this trope, though I might try writing for a character falling into our world, or a modern reader falling into Middle-Earth.

I will not write for a reader or character being raped or committing suicide. I am however comfortable with mentioning it if it happened in the past or if the reader is saved, for example when the reader is being comforted. I won’t make it too graphic though, as I do not want to trigger anyone.

I will not write for the reader or the character being a stalker, but there can be a ‘bad guy’ as a stalker if you want.

Nsfw

Other:

If you’d like to request a drabble, headcanons or an imagine you can send me an ask with the details of what you would like. If you want to request a matchup or a fanfic you can look at my commission page to see more details about how and what and then send me an ask.

All requests can be sent to my inbox.

Try not to make your request too detailed or too vague. I need to know what you want me to write, but I also need the freedom to put my own creativity in it, and if you have already planned out every single detail for every single sentence then there’s not really a point in me writing it anymore.

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Masterlist

The Hobbit

Thranduil

Kintsugi

Just the way you are

Kili

Skin-changer

You’ll be alright

The company

Reacting to you telling them about your sexual assault

Reacting to a jack-of-all-trades artist + comforting you

Comforting a reader who has suicidal thoughts

Bilbo

Mornings like these

Gandalf

Being Gandalf’s future s/o and having a crush on him during the quest to reclaim Erebor

Lord of the rings

Aragorn

Aragorn comforting a friend who’s lost a childhood friend

Boromir

Leaves from the vine

Frodo

Counting up the seconds

In my arms

Merry

Bad day

Pippin

Bad day

Faramir

Imagine being asexual and the son of a royal family, and being in a relationship with Faramir

Both

Eomer, Faramir, Merry and Fili comforting you after a jaw-surgery

Series

Holding on where I am able

part 1, part 2, part 3

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[ladyideal]

Solace

Pairing: Eomer x Gender Neutral Reader!

Word Count: 1404

Warnings: Fluff, some canon violence

Summary: Eomer comes at your doorsteps, more times than you'd like.

A/N: Ummmm. Surprise? I found a prompt, but didn't expect to write it all in just 2 hours. It was also supposed to be a drabble, but I guess that's not happening. Yeah. I'm gonna be writing for LOTR for some time, and some Hobbit if I can magically conjure up inspiration. So look out for... random posts? I know this isn't my schedule, so I'll try to return to it. Prompts from here.

(Gif not mine)

Throughout all of Middle Earth, the cattle you and your parents raised were notoriously famous and prized for their superb quality and taste. So much so that, all races from all directions would stop by, often having to be put on a waiting list.

Even the royalty that governed Rohan from Edoras would send envoys to the monthly markets in search of your stall. This month was no different. 

"So this is the famous stall Uncle Theoden ordered from," An unfamiliar face reached your stall, gazing interestingly at the prices you've set up. 

You shrugged. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait, good sir. My father has promised a good portion of the meat for the King and family."

"Surely, they wouldn't mind if I take a piece," The stranger stretched out a hand to unveil the pieces of steak from within.

With a rag, you swatted away his hand. "I'm not afraid to chop off that hand of yours, if you continue."

He eyed you for a moment. "I could have you arrested for saying that to the Third Marshall."

You straightened up, doing your best to stand your ground. "Marshall or not, I'm afraid stealing from anyone is frowned upon, Prince Eomer."

The brunette merely grinned at being recognized. "Aren't you supposed to bow or something?"

You snorted. "Not when said prince of Rohan doesn't have respect for even his own people," And pretended to be busy. "Besides, aren't you supposed to be bothering someone else?"

"I'm surprised. Most people would fall over themselves to do what I want," He arched an eyebrow, daring you to continue. 

"Then I'm not like other people, Prince Eomer," You glanced to the side, where an eager line was forming behind him. "I'm busy, m'lord. My father wants me to close the stall early tonight, and head back home before the sun sets. So either-."

"I'll take the portion for my uncle. He's been waiting patiently," Eomer interrupted. 

What an infuriating jerk.

With narrowed eyes, you rummaged around your pack before finding the prepackaged meat. "Here, all yours. Anything else you would like?"

"Thank you, this is all I need," He took it, paying no mind when his fingers grazed over yours. "Perhaps I may be bold and ask for a name?"

You made a showing motion at him, ready to take on the next, albeit visibly impatient, customer. "It's stamped on the back."

Sure, it was supposed to be your father's seal on it. It was just a matter of not being able to find the stamp some weeks ago, before it was decided on yours. 

So with a fluttering of your fingers, you continued the rest of the day without any trouble. When the day was done, you settled back in the small cottage, and forgot about the matter with the prince.

Until the letter came.

Your first thought was to throw it into the fireplace. The brat of a prince couldn't just waltz into your life however he wanted to. You had a business to help run, and to tend to.

To be able to put food on the table, fine. For anything else though, nope.

Your curiosity won out. So with a resigned huff, you opened the heavy letter, half expecting it to be a joke of some kind. What surprised you, was an apology first of his behavior from earlier in the week, and that he asked for a retry, in becoming fast friends.

With a hmph, you threw the letter to the side, hoping to forget about it as you had other pressing matters to tend to. After all, you didn't raise quality meat without any daily tending.

You sneaked at the letter.

Then again. 

Just this time.

Before you knew it, you kept correspondence with him over months at a time. He was the nephew of the King, which kept him busy as he patrolled the borders with his Rohirrim by his side. At times, his letters would take weeks to arrive and even once, a straight month.

Danger, he spoke, lurked too close to the borders. To you. And for that, he apologized that the letters would be infrequent and sparse. That he was returning to Edoras to speak with his Uncle about the growing boldness of the orcs. 

You agreed, so it came as a surprise when a mere two weeks later, a Rohirrim pounded on the door a few hours into the early morning. 

With your sleepwear on, you shuffled over to the door, rubbing your eyes as you cautiously peeked out. 

"Y/N is it?" The Rohirrim spoke curtly, the green flag fluttered gently beside.

"Yes, that's me," You spoke sleepily. "What in Valar's name do you want? It's the middle of the night."

"It is about Prince Eomer."

Spurred by the words, you woke up the rest of your family with a loud screech. Over his shoulder, you watched as a company of men and horses crested over the hill, exhausted and even some carrying wounded. 

Fires were started, food was delivered, extra blankets and pillows were brought out, and even your sister tended to the wounded with her bandages and potions. 

Yet there was no trace of Eomer.

As the hour rolled by and the Rohirrim was made comfortable not far from the cottage, you ventured out with a bowl of medicine, intent on finding the leader of them all. After some drunken directions and a few side eyes thrown your way, you found the Third Marshall asleep on his cot.

You felt bad to wake him up, but it was necessary.

Setting the bowl quietly beside you, you turned back to the sleeping figure, only to find the business end of the spear pointed at your throat. 

“Shh, it’s me, only me," You tried, breath hitching as you gulped, turning your gaze at him.

Recognition dawned on him, and he immediately dropped his weapon, letting it clatter on the grass without a care.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He apologized, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his face. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"What happened, Eomer?" You breathed, inching closer to him now that the man wasn't about to kill you.

He took your hands into his, and gently patted it as though the motion itself could make his predicament go away.

"Y/N, we've been exiled."

You blinked, not trusting your hearing.

And again.

"Your uncle exiled you?" You spoke, inching next to him until your shoulders touched. "He can't do that to you. You're the heir now. That's not possible."

"He's the King. As long as Grima Wormtongue sits by his side, I have no say," He gripped his spear again. "I can not return, for it would be my death if I set foot ever again."

"Then stay, stay here for a bit. Let your men heal and rest," You offered, glancing up at him. 

His eyes were hard, gazing into the night. "Rohan is my home, Y/N. I will protect it at all costs." A pause. "Even if my men and I are exiled for life."

Unconsciously, you laid your head on his shoulder. "It'll be okay, Eomer. You've got me still."

The prince stilled as he wondered what you were doing. Only seconds went by before he dared to look down at your figure, surprised. Both him and his sister lost their parents at an early age, and was thankfully taken in by the King. He was groomed to become the Third Marshall, but nothing more as Theodred was the next in line. 

Not him. 

With a heavy heart, he sighed. "Thank you."

Wrapping an arm around your waist, Eomer turned his gaze back to the distance before slowly nodded off to sleep in the embrace.

"I love you," He mumbled. 

"I love you too," You answered, maneuvering him around so he could sleep on your lap instead. "I'm sure that’s too much for you to understand right now, but I’ll be here the next time you wake up, and I’ll tell you again. I’ll keep telling you."

Snatching the blankets off his cot, you covered him and yourself. Then laying down on the grass, you listened as horses nickered amongst themselves and watched as the stars twinkled above. 

Trouble was brewing, however, you'd do whatever it took to keep your prince and love, away from it all, even for just a few short hours.

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I gotta know more about unfinished Christmas Griomer!

Our favourite snake boys. The horse lords of “gods who thought that was a good idea?” 

So this is from when I was tinkering around with trying to write a spoopy halloween Griomer fic. It ended up taking place around Yule. Then I dropped it and wrote the stupid Yuletide Hallmark Christmas Movie nonsense one. 

Anyway - basically, a village has up and disappeared. Like everyone just gone. Left food on the table, clothes laid out to wear etc. Eomer and Grima investigate. 

Excerpt: 

The simplest thing a man can do is know himself. It is also the hardest thing a man can do. If he looks in polished brass, sees a reflection looking out at him, how does he know it’s his own face? If a person scrys on a black mirror for to tell the future, how do they know where the message came from? If a person falls apart, bit by bit, can you say that they’ve changed or merely that they’ve revealed different sides of who they always were? 

-

Snow glints. Meduseld is ahead of them, upon the hill of Edoras with its golden roof shining upon the opal white of snow clad land. Smoke drifts up from households of the city, and the farmsteads and villages that spill out from Edoras into the fertile valley of the Westfold. The air, breathed in, is cold and crisp. It feels clean. The sky is the bluest Eomer has ever seen it. 

[He remarked to Eowyn, back in July, It’s a wonder, how quickly the world cleans itself. Meaning the tar of Mordor, the stain of the Dark Lord on the land, the dust veil that choked lungs and air and sea.] 

It’s a late December day of the first winter since the war ended, what clean sky. What clean snow. He remembers years when it came down pink and grey from the horrors Sauron spilt up into air. 

Mixes with the clouds, Grima had explained the first year pink-red snow occurred. It’s how we also get rain that’s more acid than water. He had then gone on about air and lungs and miners and something about birds but Eomer hadn’t paid too much attention. 

He suspects he ought to have. He suspects it was one of the many things he ought to have paid attention to but didn’t.  

But now, clean snow. It shines, as if silver gold were embossed across the land. And all smells of pine and cedar and that, too, is relished when breathed in. He imagines the scent of wood unfurling in the middle of his lungs. It is to be filled with the smell of home at yule-tide. 

He and his men are making a gentle paced progress from Aldburg to Edoras to spend the high days of the season at the king’s court. The first Eomer has spent away from his home city in years. He has mixed feelings about it. 

Because he has mixed feelings about many things and doesn’t like how this has become the new normal for him so shoves it all away in a chest in the back of his mind. He will attend to such matters later. They are not important. 

So, away with the unease that followed him from Minas Tirith homeward, when he finally departed in September. The last of the riders to leave the marble city for gold and silver grasslands. Away with the tension that sat along his shoulders, the source of which he could not find. Away with the pervading belief that all is not well despite victory and celebration. 

In a brash moment on the road towards Eomarc he had asked Eothain, Do you not feel some unease? To which Eothain laughed, Hardly, my lord. I’m excited to be heading home. Does my wife remember me? Only time will tell. If she’s booted me out in favour of the blacksmith I’ll be upset, though. 

If Eothain did not share this unease Eomer reasons that it must be imagined. This herring-bone-caught-twisting-in-his-gut feeling can’t be serious. He puts it down to the shadow of Theodred who haunts his footsteps. Who whistles through the halls at night. Who sits, a ghostly figure beside his uncle, asking, Who are you to wear the crown that is rightfully mine? 

And no matter how many times Grima said: My lord, the dead don’t haunt the living. It’s the other way around. Eomer does not believe him. Because that is something Grima must surely be required to tell himself if the man is to sleep at night. 

Besides, everyone knows where wights come from; and what are draugr but the restless dead come back with horrific body wretched up from sacred grave? 

Thank youuu! Maybe one day I will finish it. Love a good “why is everyone vanishing” story. Especially if it’s supernatural. 

<3 

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IMAGINE: Being childhood friends with Eomer, then reuniting with him after Helm’s Deep

Pairing: Eomer x Reader

Requested: Yes (Hello! May I request a one shot for Eomer where reader is a childhood friend of his, but reader has feelings for him and wants to confess, but he is banished, so in the end they reunite at Helm's Deep and turns out both of them has feelings for each other? A bit angsty but a fluffy ending? Thank you very much!) -Anonymous

Summary: Without Eomer, your life would be pretty boring. You gradually started falling for him, but then Grima Wormtongue banishes him, eliminating your chances of confessing to him

A/N: RIP the nonexistent angst part. Nowhere to be seen, so sorry. Kinda shit if this isn’t what you wanted :O

Rohan, your country, was no longer the same.

You didn’t live in the castle with Eomer, that would be too strange, you weren’t royalty and you had to be related to Theoden, the king, in some way to live there. But your status did not affect your strong friendship with Eomer. You’ve met Theoden before, and he allowed you to visit every once in a while, until his mind was poisoned, he could not recognize you any longer and Grima Wormtongue didn’t like you. So now you and Eomer would only meet outside of the castle.

You two were children when you met, but you have known each other for so long you could not even remember how you met.

The atmosphere of Rohan became gloomy ever since the health of the king drastically declined. Still, that did not stop Eomer from being keeping his optimism and positive expressions, though after a while you can tell it was starting to take it’s toll on him. 

Falling for your childhood friend is something you did not want at all, though you were so comfortable with him you were planning to tell him sometime soon. If he doesn’t feel the same way, why should it matter? You knew him well enough, he would not turn you down just because of a silly crush. You might be embarrassed, but you will get over it.

When you left your home to meet up with Eomer, because he told you to meet up with on this day, you were planning to confess to him, from afar you noticed Eowyn, his sister, running to you. “(Y/N)!” She panted out and stopped sprinting once she was right in front of her. “I thought you needed to know, but Eomer! He’s been banished!” She exclaimed, and your eyes widened. “What? Why?” You asked. Looks like confessing to him was no longer necessary.

“He threatened to kill Wormtongue,” she started, “but his guards arrived before he could do anything else to him.” If only Eomer got some more time, he could have killed Wormtongue, you thought, and began to get a little angry. “Thank you for letting me know,” You weren’t super close with her, but you talk sometimes.

From a distance, you saw a group of riders, led by a familiar man, who you recognized to be none other than Eomer himself, riding away to who knows where.

-

You were there the day a white wizard freed Theoden from the spell. You clearly remembered it, the wizard was with three other companions, a man, an elf, and a dwarf. They were riding on horses then entered a castle, but not before confiscating most of their weapons. Most. The wizard managed to keep his staff, which he called his walking stick.

After a few moments, the same group came back outside, along with the king, who is now looking back to normal, freed from the spell. Much to your relief, Wormtongue was banished, allowing you to visit the castle anytime you wanted, but at the moment, you had no reason to, because Eomer was still missing. 

But Eowyn wouldn’t stop begging you to stay in the castle, so you accepted just so she can stop. Walking around, you saw a couple of photos hung up on the walls. Some were of the king and his son, Theodred, who just died not long ago, altering the succession line. Then there were pictures of all four of them together, then pictures of just Eomer and Eowyn. 

Couple of photos stood out to you. There were pictures of you and Eomer as kids. You smiled fondly as you recalled some of the memories. You obviously missed him, he was able to return now, but you had no idea if he knew Theoden was free now, and you don’t know how someone will inform him, since nobody knows where he went.

You just hoped the new group that helped free the king would bring your friend back one way or another.

-

After Helm’s Deep, you somehow survived, and you remembered seeing Eomer with Aragorn when Theoden made his speech, but you knew that was the wrong time to come up to him and reunite with him. Then, the party happened, so you started searching for him. Theoden and Eowyn told you he could be seen with a dwarf, but you could not find a dwarf and started getting frustrated.

Groaning, you turned to see Eomer watching an elf and a dwarf having a drinking contest. It was an amusing competition, and Eomer’s reactions throughout the contest had made it better, you couldn’t help but watch. Once the dwarf passed out, it was your cue to talk to Eomer.

“You’re back.” You casually stated. He gave you a look. “Yes, I am indeed back, (Y/N), and you don’t sound so pleased with that.” He responded with a mock of offense in his tone. You let out a laugh.

“Sorry if I made you feel that way,” you playfully scoffed, “you know my life would be painfully boring without you.” 

“You may have told me that more than once before.” He chuckled, and you suddenly remembered what you were going to tell him a while back before he got banished. “We would still be friends, right?” You asked, and he immediately turned to you with a confused look on his face. “If I told you I would like to court you sometime? It would not bother you, I hope not?”

He smiled. “What if I told you I would like to court you as well?” He admitted, and if you weren’t already happy before, you were now, and his confession had made your day nothing bad could ruin it.

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