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shirefantasies · 3 months
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Congrats on 100 followers!!
What are some of your lotr headcanons?
Thank you so much 🥳 Ooooooh good question 👀 lessee *cracks knuckles* I’m going to do some regular one & some romantic ones, enjoy 😘
Some of my LoTR Headcanons!
*General*
✧ Aragorn may have worn Boromir’s bracers, but he also kept a drawing he found in his pocket. Turns out Faramir had drawn it one day when they were boys and his older brother held onto it until the end of his days.
✧ Legolas is so soft around little ones. He tries to act all like a wise guide but devolves into letting them climb him and carrying them up to rooftops for starlight stories. Doesn’t even care if they grab his hair or his ears, he’s still smiling so gently at them.
✧ Pippin is what would be called in modern days neurodivergent, more specifically with autism and ADHD. His parents and Merry were the most understanding ones, the ones who knew what he needed to hear and how he would process it best when others didn’t always understand.
✧ Legolas and Aragorn had the habit of singing together at fireside, quiet elvish songs, until one evening Gimli decided to put a stop to it with a dwarvish drinking song. In the end, the others find it so funny they learn it and join in, all three of them leaving their troubles for one night of song.
✧ Lord Elrond? Elrond of Rivendell??? Makes the best cup of tea in Middle Earth, fight me.
✧ Faramir teaches Pippin his favorite childhood game, probably something akin to chess, not really expecting the hobbit to enjoy it but Pippin ends up beating him out of sheer luck
✧ Frodo, Aragorn, and Legolas could have totally talked some shit in Elvish to each other and I firmly believe they did
✧ Arwen thinks of Lindir as a friend, but he’s so formal that in his mind such a lady could never see him so casually, leading to comical differences in the way they address each other
✧ Pippin wants a shit ton of kids some day. Sam is happy with around three, Merry wants a boy and a girl, Frodo isn’t sure he even wants children at all, but Pippin? He’s down for five to ten no problem, and he will be best friends with every single one.
✧ Eowyn teaches Faramir a bunch of horse riding tricks and he falls in love with riding as a sport, smiling as he takes in an act he only performed in war during a moment of pure joy and prosperity.
*Romance*
✧ Merry and Pippin are both such passionate kissers. OMG you will be breathless
✧ Elrond is the gentlest lover, handling his partner so carefully as if they were like gorgeous blown-glass in his hands and could break.
✧ Boromir is the type to grab his partner’s booty when they’re kissing in private
✧ Frodo’s ideal partner is not the smartest person or the most well-read, but someone with lighter spirits than his, someone who can never fail to bring a smile to his face and a laugh out of him.
✧ Faramir absolutely adores surprising you with flowers, so get ready to find them everywhere.
✧ Legolas is incredibly shy, inexperienced, and unsure with romance, so he prefers you to lead so that he can respond in kind, learning and studying with each touch, each act. He discovers his favorite thing is tracing a hand up and down your spine as you embrace.
✧ Gimli likes to act so rough and tough for someone who, in modern terms, would be called a massive simp, practically rolling out a red carpet for his partner and worshipping the ground they walk on, kissing them almost reverently unless the mood shifted deeper.
✧ Eomer is so good at giving massages, his partner will feel like royalty whenever he helps them relax
✧ He doesn’t look it, but Sam 100% would be the type to hold you up against a wall as he kisses you
✧ Aragorn enjoys being little spoon quite frequently. Fight me.
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jamdoughnutmagician · 5 months
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Tattoo Artists!Eddie x Reader (Fluff)
Getting your first tattoo should be a nervy experience, but having a cute tattoo artist to hold your hand through it, then surely things aren't all bad? (sorry I suck at summaries)
Also, let it be known that the authour doesn't have any tattoos, nor does she know anything about what it's like to get a tattoo.
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Masterlist Eddie Munson Masterlist
You pushed yourself through the door of the tattoo parlour, and began to make your way towards the front counter where a boy with hazel brown eyes, a shaggy mess of brown hair and a sleeve of various different colourful tattoos greeted you.
"Hi there, I’m Steve and welcome to Hellfire Tattoo Parlour, what can I help you with today?" The boy smiles brightly.
"Um, well, I'd been considering getting a tattoo for a while, and I was wondering if maybe you have any available slots?" You ask, slightly nervously.
"Is this your first time getting a tattoo?" He nods, looking up at you
"Is it that obvious?" You chuckle.
The boy flips through his register book for a moment, before turning to look back up at you. 
"Well, first of all I would have to book you in for a consultation with one of our artists, you know, to talk about what you want and what not, and since it’s your first time getting a tattoo we’ll be able to talk you through what goes on.” he explains.
You nod, as you listen to what Steve has to tell you.
“We’ve got a space for a consultation in a week's time? How does 11:30 sound to you?”
“That sounds great, thank you!” you smile.
“Perfect! I’ll just schedule you in here.” Steve nods, turning to write down your name and contact details in his appointment book. “Let me also just say, that if you have any picture references, or pictures you want to bring in to help us get a feel for what sort of design you would like, then that would be helpful.” 
“Oh okay! Thanks!” 
“Alright then, that’s you all booked in for a consultation next week! We’ll see you then.” Steve tells you with a friendly smile
You thank him once more before leaving the tattoo parlour with a pep in your step, happy that you’d finally bit the bullet and made the first steps to actually getting the tattoo.
“Hey Harrington, who was that girl?” Eddie says as he casually strolls up to the front counter. “She was kinda cute, don’t ‘ya think?”
“That was a new client, she’s booked in for a consultation next week, with you no less, so if you could keep it in your pants until after everythings all sorted that would be great, Munson.” 
A heated flush crept up from Eddie’s chest and bloomed over his cheeks in a scarlet blush. Busted.
He swallowed down his embarrassment and promised Steve to be on his best behaviour next week. 
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Sure enough your appointment rolled around and you found yourself sitting on the small couch with your artist, Eddie. He was tall, dark, and far too handsome for his own good. His hair is tied back in a loose, messy bun that rests at the nape of his neck, and his intricate gathering of smaller tattoos that make up one larger sleeve piece sprawl from underneath the sleeve of his Metallica t-shirt. However it’s not that draws you into him. It’s when you look past his septum pierced, freckled nose, that his big chocolate brown eyes draw you in. The way they sparkle with a honeyed glow under the studio lights of the tattoo parlour.
“So what sort of tattoo did you have in mind?”
“Well, you know Lord of The Rings?” you start cautiously. 
Eddie nodded, it was one of his favourite books, and when the films had come out, they too had become fast and firm favourites of his.
“I really wanted Arwen’s evenstar.” You explain. “And I was thinking of having it by here” you continue running your hand against the side of your ribs.
“So, Harrington was telling me that this is your first tattoo?”
You nod as he continues to speak.
“Well let me just tell you that the ribs can be a particularly sensitive place for a tattoo, I should know. I’ve got a sword right here" he says pointing to the right side of his torso "..And that hurt like a bitch." he chuckles. 
“Well I was kind of hoping to have in a discreet place, besides I’m a tough girl, I can handle a little pain.” you tell him confidently.
“Well it sounds like you know what you want, how about you give me some time to put together a design for you, and you can come back later on to see if you like it or if there’s anything we can tweak and then we can go from there?” he proposes.
“I like the sound of that!” 
“Great! If you swing back at around 2:00, then I should have a sketch for you to review.”
“Okay! Thank you so much!” you say standing up and offering your hand up for him to shake. “2:00 it is.”
He gladly takes your hand, giving it a friendly shake.
“I’ll see you then." And with that he bids you goodbye, and watches as you make your way out of the shop.
He waits until you're completely out of sight before huffing out a breath.
"She's so cute. I'm fucked." he sighs.
"Yes. Yes you are." Steve laughs, clapping a hand on Eddie's back. “Now shouldn’t you be getting back to work?”
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Eddie is just putting the finishing touches on his sketches of your tattoo design when you come back into the shop.
He welcomes you to sit on the couch in the studio so he can show you his work.
"So here's the design I had sketched out, let me know what you think of it." 
"It's perfect!" You beam brightly. 
"Really? Because I did have a few other sketches done if you wanted to see?" He offers.
"No, no, this one's perfect! It's exactly as I had imagined in my head!" You tell him.
"Well, thank you, I'm kind of a Tolkien fan myself, and those films are very dear to me, so I should know what the Evenstar looks like."
Not only was he cute, but you had a shared interest, and that just made him all the cuter in your eyes.
"I've got no other clients for today, if you're up for it I could do it for you now?" 
You nod excitedly, eager to have your very first tattoo.
"Thank you! That sounds great!" You tell him with a smile.
"Awesome! I'll just get everything I need set up and I'll come get you in a bit, okay?"
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Eddie has you lie down on the padded table in his tattoo studio, the leather of the dark cushions squeaking as you adjust yourself to be comfortable.
“Can you just roll your shirt up for me, please” he asks with a smile as he snaps on a pair of disposable gloves.
You roll up the hem of your shirt to expose your ribs on the side where you want your tattoo.
“..and your um-your bra too please..” he stutters out, fighting against the blush rising to his cheeks.
Way to keep it professional, Munson.
You pull the band of your bra out of the way, allowing him to lay down a tracing outline of his design on your skin.
“If you need to take a break anytime, just let me know alright, this is gonna suck for a short while, but it’ll look so good in the end I promise. You’re in very safe hands.”
The tattoo machine whirs into life, as he reaches for the gun and begins to trace the stencilled outline on your ribs.
It hurts. It feels like a thousand tiny knives stabbing you repeatedly, but you’d put on a brave front after being very bold about your high pain tolerance.
“You’re doing really well, y’know. If I’m being honest I cried like a wimp when I got my first tattoo” he jokes about himself as he catches you grimacing when his needle runs over a particularly sensitive spot.
You take a few shallow breaths as he continues with his work, pausing every once and a while to wipe your skin and to give you a small break.
He continues his work once more, adding the finishing touches to his design until it’s complete.
“Alright, that’s you all inked up! There’s a mirror over there for you to go check it out.” he tells you, peeling off his gloves. 
You get up off the table and make your way over to the full length mirror to see your new tattoo in all its glory.
“Oh I love it!! It’s so good!! You did such a good job on it! Thank you so much!!” you praise him brightly.
“Well thank you, it’s nice to know my art is appreciated so highly.” he smiles back at you. “Now let’s get you sorted out and wrapped up.”
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Eddie wrapped up your tattoo in a thin layer of plastic wrap and talked you through the proper after-care etiquette for looking after your tattoo.
You hand him over the money to pay for your tattoo, with a smile.
“Thank you so much, again. If I ever decide I want another tattoo I’ll definitely be coming back here and asking for you.”
“Well it’s always good to see off another pleased customer, I’d be more than happy to tattoo you again if you want, tough girl.” he chuckles, throwing an adorably cheeky, boy-ish grin your way.
“How about I give you my number, and maybe we can discuss my next tattoo over drinks? Say.. maybe this Friday at 7.00?” you offer up hopefully, desperately wishing that you hadn’t read this wrong. “There’s a great bar in town that does a great Old fashioned.”
He flushes with a pink blush as you grab a sharpie from the pen pot on the desk and write your number on his other forearm that isn’t covered by a sleeve of ink.
“Sure. Friday. 7pm.” he nods “It’s a date, tough girl.”
You leave Hellfire tattoo parlour with some new ink, and a pep in your step at having secured a date with the cute tattoo artist.
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Out of all the siblings, legolas is the slowest to anger (this is a hc about my au). Unless you legitimately do something to piss him off, like put his loved ones in danger, he will take everything in stride with an air of nonchalance. It’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just that he’s immortal and thinks it’s way to exhausting to get mad at every little thing. Especially given the circumstances of him growing up in greenwood/mirkwood where there’s always something happening.
As a result, on the quest legolas comes across as very casual about the quest to those who don’t know him. Bc on one hand, yeah it’s an important task, but on the other hand he isn’t really afraid or interested in fucking up bc he let his emotions get out of control.
Besides, outside of Aragorn, Legolas liked the questers well enough, but not to the point where he’d rage at someone threatening them. That changed more over time, obviously, but the fact of the matter is that in the beginning he would have sacrificed any of the walkers, minus aragorn, in a heart beat if it meant succeeding. Thankfully, he isn’t so paranoid or malicious that he felt he would need to, so he just stayed the nice, casual, chill elf he is throughout the quest.
I cannot stress enough how, on one hand, yes, legolas knew and thought the quest and subsequent battles important, on the other hand: fuck it, it’s just a normal day for him. What’s one more battle?
Not enough troops? Outnumbered? Dirty and tired and hopeless? Well damn, that’s happened so often at that point he doesn’t bat an eye.
Legolas is intimately familiar with the death and despair the likes of sauron causes, so he chooses the act positive, he chooses to be casual and happy. He’s not oblivious to the growing shadow, he just refuses to let sauron dictate his life any more than he already is.
It does result him in looking very flighty to his cowalkers though.
*at aragorn and Arwen’s wedding*
Faramir, musing: you know, legolas is much less serious than i would have thought an elf to be. He’s a very light hearted and happy individual and i don’t think i’ve seen him mad at all during the time that i’ve known him. Even during the battles against sauron.
Silvan elf, who overheard him: no one’s managed to piss him off in over a century, and that’s a good thing. Trust me, that’s not an elf who’s temper you want to test, because once you do, it’s quite terrifying.
Eomer, approaching them: really? Because i know i made him mad when i had threatened gimli during our first encounter on the plains.
Silvan: *snorting* trust me, if he actually felt threatened, he’d have lobbed your head off before you even finished drawing your weapon. It’s just a good thing it wasn’t one of his siblings on this quest instead of him. The rest of them are not only 10 times as quick to anger, but are also a lot more vicious and deadly.
Faramir: is that so?
Silvan: yeah, don’t get me wrong, legolas is definitely strong even for most elves, but his family’s just straight up made up of monsters, and he is the weaker one. Not weak, just the weakest of that family.
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crowleyholmes · 2 months
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Got tagged by @bildads-shoes thank yoouuu! :'D <3
(Vaguely shadowgast related, is it true what I hear, are they doing an animated series of cr2??)
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last song: Benne - Wo du mich findest
currently watching: Queer Eye season 8 AND I MISSED THEM SO MUCH I'm so happy they're back <33
three ships: aziracrow, holmes/watson, fitzloved
favourite colour: teal (and some blue and green shades)
currently consuming: first coffee of the day :'D
first ship: oh god. uhhh. god that's a good question. probably aragorn/legolas?? although I didn't even know about ships back then I just saw the scene where Legolas gives him the Evenstar and tells him he looks terrible and the face Eowyn makes in the back and I was like yeah. Yeah. What Aragorn and Arwen have is beautiful but they should include the elf.
relationship status: in a relationship - we were going to get married in 2020 but then covid happened and we had to cancel twice and then ran out of steam sooo still not married 😂 probably next year though!
last movie: uhhhhm. I haven't watched any movies since the last tag game I think so it's still Disobedience which was fine but the sex scene was weird and the ending was extremely disappointing (of the movie, not the sex scene hahah)
currently working on: some bracelets to leave at The Bench TM on my london trip in 2 weeks, several drawings inspired by the ask game yesterday, and I also have 2 fics and a comic in progress somebody save me... Outside of fandom, I'm still, and always, working on my book :')
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Tagging @thesherrinfordfacility @robinwithay @lineffability @dontbotheraziraphale wait how many people am I supposed to tag? Oh who cares 😂
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ofdieus · 11 days
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‘ madeleine madden, cis woman, she/her, 27 (200), fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems ARWEN STRAIN has finally made it to the capital, the SEER from the SUMMER COURT is said to be ELOQUENT and is said to describe themselves with LIGHTING A CANDLE IN THE DARKNESS, ALWAYS A FEW STEPS AHEAD AS THOUGH BEING CHASED BY GHOSTS, THE DRIVE FOR PERFECTION, SPLINTER OF YOUR SOUL CUTTING THROUGH YOUR SKIN & SILK GLOVES HIDING SILVER SCARS and with all of this in mind their RETICENT nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
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GENERAL DETAILS.
full name: arwen celest strain nickname(s): ari (anyone can call her this) date of birth: july 10 zodiac: cancer sun, gemini moon, pisces rising gender & pronouns: cis woman ( she / her ) species: fae (seer) place of birth: day court orientation: bisexual, biromantic occupation: seer for the high lady of the summer court
PHYSICAL, ETC.
faceclaim: madeleine madden hair colour & style: here clothing style: here distinguishing characteristics: scars across her hands and wrists she covers with gloves piercing(s) & tattoo(s): lobes
PERSONALITY.
positive trait(s): eloquent, affable, conscientious negative trait(s): reticent, brazen, finicky like(s): swimming, sun-bathing, walking/hiking, music dislike(s): cold weather, sailing/boats, birds hobbie(s): tarot reading, researching, baking, singing/playing violin character inspiration: gwyn berdara (acotar), elain archeron (acotar), bonnie bennet (vampire diaries), willow rosenberg (buffy the vampire slayer)
FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.
mother: iris strain (estranged) father: alaric strain (estranged) sibling(s): n/a significant other: n/a
BACKGROUND.
biography trigger(s): abandonment, mentions of depression, mention of an accident/burning/self harm, insomnia
Arwen didn't imagine her life would be like this. She was a happy child, she had parents who loved her and she loved learning. She was sure she would become an priestess in her home court but that's not how things played out.
After she turned twenty, she started to experience vivid dreams. She would wake up in a sweat, screaming out nothings. Her parents were so scared of her that after the first few months, they stopped checking on her. After six months, they decided to seek help regarding her dreams and her visions. Arwen knew her parents wanted the best for her but the truth was, the help was masked in fear. They offered her up to the priestesses and the ruling family of the day court, all who was curious about her abilities and how far they could go.
For the next one hundred years, Arwen honed her practice and was able to really advance her abilities as a seer. Although she worked in her home court with the priestesses and the ruling family, she was incredibly lonely. She started to slip into a depression due to feeling like she was only of value for her abilities. Especially with the estranged relationship with her parents, Arwen started to really feel the pressure and the slight feeling of resentment towards the entire court.
she started to attempt to draw attention to herself, just so she could feel something other than the negative emotions that were overtaking her mind. Arwen started to wander at night when she couldn't sleep, carrying a candle with her.
One night after two weeks of not sleeping, she must have misstepped in the hallway, attempting to grab onto the open flame. The burns were horrible and she could still hear her screams when she went to sleep. She knew then that it was time for her to leave the day court.
After realizing that her abilities were rare, Arwen set off to one of the seasonal courts. Summer was her first choice and she was immediately met with an immense amount of joy when she moved. The time she spent outside were some of her most cherished moments. Additionally, Arwen started to make friends not just who saw her as a seer but as a person.
HEADCANONS.
arwen loves her time in the summer court and since she moved her 90ish years ago and feels like she could live the rest of her life in this court
she appreciates the down time she gets but she knows she has responsibility as the seer for the high lady
arwen loves music but doesnt tell a lot of people because she likes to keep that hobby to herself mostly
arwen knows that the high lady relies on her a great amount and instead of feeling a high level of pressure she used to feel in her home court, arwen feels a great deal of pride since she had to make it here on her own
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anemoxlys · 2 years
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Part 2
Part 1:
Warnings: character death, swearing/bad language (Gimli) insecure reader
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“He has never loved me, I left a long time ago.” You murmured regretfully before a smile appeared back into your face as you saw a party of dwarves walking your way. “Ada, who are they?” You asked softly, turning to face your father Elrond. “That my daughter is Gimli.” He answered, a smile also gracing his face. “Y/N.” A less welcoming voice spoke from behind you, causing your blood to run cold. “Legolas.” You returned, refusing to turn and look at the elf. “I must be off father, Arwen is looking for me.” You mutter before hastily walking away from the group.
“I choose a mortal life.” You heard your sister murmur, her hand in Aragon’s.
You were happy for her, truly. Just you recalled the same look of love and admiration on your face once as you stared at Thranduil as he too once held you in his arms. A single tear slipped down your cheek before you turned and walked away. Soon the single year was met with plenty more as you began to silently sob, walking towards the gardens you had slowly grown to love.
“My lady!” You heard your handmaiden call from below you. “Yes Almir?” You called back, wiping your eyes as you gracefully climbed down the tree. “Your father is searching for you ma'am. He wishes for you to join him during the meeting.” She explained, her eyes scanning your tear stained cheeks with a look of slight concern. Nodding slightly you quickly made your way towards your father’s balcony.
You heard faint voices coming from the balcony as you stepped into the daylight but all you could see was Legolas staring at you. Staring at the ground, you made your way slowly over to where your father sat. “Apologies for the delay father, Almir took a while to find me and I was not aware of a council meeting.” You muttered before moving to stand beside his seat. “Who’s this lovely lass?” You heard the dwarf exclaim, drawing most of the council’s attention to yourself. “This is my daughter Y/N of Rivendell.” Elrond stated before the human continued his lengthy speech.
You grew ever more cautious as the human drew closer and closer to the ring sat in the middle of the table until his fingertips nearly grazed the top and Gandalf began to speak in a foreign tongue. Glancing at your father, you saw him sigh slightly and place a hand over his temples. That was when the headache started, wincing slightly you felt your head begin to spin. Stumbling slightly, you felt a hand touch your arm, looking over you saw Thranduil. A tear escaped your eye before you murmured something and walked away only to be stopped by your father stepping in your path. “I saw him. He was here!” You whisper, your hands trembling slightly as you spoke. “It was just in your head onya, he can never hurt you again.” Elrond murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you both stepped back into the circle of the council.
A short speech later and you had not entirely accidentally signed yourself up to join the, newly named and formed, fellowship of the ring.
“The ring bearer is setting out on his quest for mount doom.” You heard your father announce before he turned to you. “Take care my darling child. Return to me.” He murmured, his forehead pressing against your own as you said your goodbyes. A single glance to your sister was all you managed before you were made to leave your home once more.
Smiling sadly you watched Merry and Pippin fight with the human you now knew as Boromir. “I do miss GreenWood at times like this.” You whispered to yourself before you were unwelcomely interrupted by Legolas, “we do not wish for whores to miss or return our lands.” He hissed as you once again looked at the ground in shame. “Why do you let him say such things?” You heard Aragorn’s voice ask as he came to sit beside you. “I do not wish to cause him any more pain, nor his father whom I have and will continue to love until the end of my days.” You sighed mournfully. “And why have you not told him of this?” He continued to ask. “I do not know, why do you continue to love my sister even though my father doesn’t accept it?” You questioned, making the ranger fall silent. “Love is a meddlesome creature Aragorn, I am just happy you and Arwen have found each other and you are content being with her.” You finished, a small smile appearing on your lips, not quite reaching your eyes, as you calmly walked away.
However just as you found an isolated clearing, the sounds of screaming forced you to turn back. “Quickly duck!” You heard Gandalf bellow before you ran for shelter.
Under a Boulder is where you found temporary sanctuary from the ravens of Saruman, however much to your misfortune you lay beside Legolas and Aragorn who, although for reasons much closely related to hatred, his eyes fixed on you.
“Valar please…” you began to pray, your gaze fixed on a pouch around your waist. “And what’s in that!” Legolas once again sighed angrily. When no response left your lips he hastily reached for it and, after grabbing it from your waist, immediately opened it and stared at its contents. “Letters?” He questioned before opening one of them. “This is my father’s writing. Why have you kept them?” He questioned, his voice raiding in volume as he grew more and more frustrated. “My friend, I believe you know why.” You heard Aragorn mutter as he came to stand beside Legolas. “But you…” he began before you looked up at him, “I would never. Could never, I have loved your father for years since my leaving and I will continue to do so no matter how it pains me to do so.” You murmured sadly. “But… the witness, the rumours. They saw you!” He exclaimed. “On that day I spent it in the gardens with Tauriel. I never left the palace.” You spoke, surprisingly calmly. “My lady…” Legolas murmured before he fell silent briefly, “I vow you will survive and I will make this right.” He uttered, his eyes glowing with determination. “I have no worries concerning that Legolas, I only wish your father shared the sentiment.” “I believe he still does mellen.” Came the reply. “Then I too vow that you will return safely to your father, I would hate it for you to never return.” You agreed, your hands moving to cup Legolas’s face as you brought your foreheads together.
Moria had been hard for you all. The loss of Gandalf had hit very close to home for everyone of you. Reaching shakily into your pouch and bringing out a necklace. “Gandalf gave this to me many years ago. It was an engagement present.” You sadly laughed, tears forming in your eyes. “Come we must leave.” Aragorn muttered, reaching for your hand and squeezing it slightly as you both began to walk onwards.
“Welcome Legolas son of Thranduil and Y/N daughter of Elrond, we welcome you.” You heard a strange voice murmur as arrows appeared from the bushes, all pointed at you. Choosing to remain beside Gimli as you spoke with the man in charge, you could hear the mutters and whispers of the fellow soldiers. Most were talking about the ‘evil’ they sensed with the young hobbit Frodo but naturally there was some who chose to speak of you and Legolas. They spoke, unfortunately, loudest.
“Lady Y/N.” You heard Galadriel’s voice speak to you, her voice echoing inside your head. “You are filled with such despair and sadness. It pains me to see an old friend in such agony.” She continued as she stepped out from the shadows. “My lady.” You greeted, Boeing slightly as she smiled in return. “Me lady!” You heard Gimli’s greeting as the echos of the remainders of your party copied.
Night had long since fallen but sleep did not chase after you. Seeing Galadriel walk past you stood and walked down the stairs beside her in silence. “Do you wish to see him mellen?” She asked, her voice gently breaking the silence. You simply nodded in reply and hesitantly gazed into the bowl.
Staring into the pool, you saw memories of your past love, days spent laughing in the markets of GreenWood and hours spent in pleasant silence, disturbed only by the murmurs of affection from either one of you. Then you saw an unfamiliar memory, Thranduil sat in his throne a friend gracing his still perfect features. Legolas soon walks in and speaks something so quietly you cannot hear what is being said. The expression of your lover says it all as his eyes widen in pleasant surprise as you saw someone walk through the doors towards him. All goes black as the vision comes to a sharp halt. “He is in love with another.” You quietly murmur. “Mellen…” Galadriel sighed empathetically as she brought you in for a tight hug, “all will end well for you I am certain of it.” She whispers into your cheek as she presses a soft kiss to your skin. Tears began to freely fall down your cheeks as you quietly sobbed into her arms.
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He’s actually so stunning
Lee Pace>>>
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maeofthenoldor · 1 year
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Lotr character hc's, GO!
You have given me too much power....
*pulls out my 50 page google doc*
warning: These are my less serious list, and are completely random but I think these are the most entertaining :D
-before the quest, sam would leave flowers at Frodo's door and he never knew who it was so he would press them in a book. He only found out after the quest and he used a few pages of the flower book into the red book of the westmarch
-Aragorn likes to collect rocks when he was a kid to show eleond and he was always like "Thats nice awww" and all that. He is 87 and he still does this.
-Arwen is a split image of her ancestor luthien, but Elrond says that she looks a lot like maglor with her hair.
- The children of the shire would play pretend with Bilbo's adventure, often led by Frodo and the tooks. Sam was old enough to start playing with them before they grew too old, and Frodo let him play Thorin one time, and him as course as Bilbo. This memory sticks with Sam too this day.
-Boromir is Aromantic
-Pippin convinced boromir to wear a skirt with him (It was Legolas's skirt) and he did not admit that he actually liked it.
-Pippin wears more fem clothing which really confused Denethor
-Legolas and Gimli eloped on the quest (Aragorn was their officiator)
-Eowyn starts a program in Rohan where she teaches young girl to sword fight & protect themselves.
-Frodo is a good artist and used to draw portraits of Sam, Pippin and Merry. After the quest, he stopped drawing people and focused on sketching out the landscapes that they passed by on the journey. Yet they were always creepy, and slightly distorted in an uncanny way. Elanor finds his old sketchbook one time and gets nightmares of weeks after.
-Arwen taught Eowyn how to embroider tapestries
-Frodo would love to climb the oak tree that bilbo grew in his garden. he never knew where it came from...
-Boromir and Aragorn would argue on who would give the hobbits piggy back rides
-Legolas is rebellious by mirkwood elven standards because he refuses to drink. It causes quite a scandal that thrandruil, the king and biggest drinker, has a child that does not even want to get even a little typsy.
-Bilbo would tell merry and pippin how to do pranks because it reminded him of fili and kili-
-Legolas is nonbinary and uses (they/he) pronouns
-Merry had a big crush on Eowyn, and never knew that the feeling were mutual
-Aragorn talks to trees because he is a gremelin, while legolas actually speaks the languages of the trees. This is how they become best friends
-gandalf big naturals
-Gandalf spent those 15 years between bilbos 111th birhtday and the quest going to village to village tran-sing peoples gender
-Faramir is trans and gandalf was able to give him the right treatment and binders when he was kid before denethor found out. Boromir was happy to have a brother.
-Merry learns how to knit so he can make baby Elanor hats.
-Gimli is the hottest dwarf of Erebor by dwarven standards
-Sam makes Frodo fried mushrooms because he knows its his favorite.
-Lobelia and bilbo have wlw and mlm rivalry
-Merry and Pippin love really weird food combos. Mushrooms and honey? delish. Cherries and salt? yummy. Vinegar cake? even better.
They force every one of the fellowship to try one of these combinations. Aragorn doesn't notice anything bad, Sam eats it because he is polite, Frodo doesn't mind the mushrooms and honey, Boromir throws up, Gimli tells him he should add more meat and Legolas never felt more betrayed in his life.
-Rosie cotton met Goldberry once and they had a sort of relationship where they kissed. She never saw her again, and she thinks it was a dream.
-Tom Bombadil and Goldberry are qpr
-Elladan and Elorhir wanted to adopt merry and pippin until they realized they were ADULTS.
Thats all I have for now! Theres so much more but these are the only ones I can think of without getting into a whole essay on what means what and all that. Thank you smm for the ask anon!!
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theelfmaiden · 2 years
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🏖️GATES OF SUMMER 2022!!! 🏖️☀️
Yes. YES. YEEEEEEEEES!!! It's here, and it's QUEER!!!
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Dear @maglorslostsilmaril, as it's quite apparent, I was your @gatesofsummerexchange ✨Fairy✨, and these gorgeous sapphics, Arwen and Éowyn, are my gift to you! Ding ding ding!!! 🥳🥳🥳
I had great fun drawing these beauties, and I know you'll take great care of them.
Have a beautiful Solstice Day, and Happy Pride Month to you, too! 🏳️‍🌈❤️
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dennisboobs · 9 months
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15 questions for 15 mutuals
I was tagged by @emodennis and @sewerkingcharlie <3
Are you named after anyone?
I named myself <3 but originally I was the bandom equivalent of someone naming their kid Sasuke. Except I was named after a member of Motley Crue.
Do you have kids?
Nope, and I don't want any lol. I parented my sibling and that's enough.
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
I Don't Know What Sarcasm Is And At This Point I'm Too Afraid To Ask.
First thing you notice about people?
I don't, I avoid eye contact at all times and if I'm lucky I avoid any and all contact in general.
But probably voice. I listen in on people.
What's your eye color?
Blue
Scary movies or happy endings?
I don't like horror movies and I have a weird sensitivity to seeing people hurt, definitely happy endings, I'm annoyingly an optimist and I love me some feel-good shit. But if it's done well it doesn't need to be a happy ending, just a satisfying one.
Special talents?
Catalogue of Dennis scenes in my brain. You can ask me anything about him and I'm able to give you the episode it comes from (huge boon for wiki purposes but also for editing and stuff too lol) based on like. nothing.
I also went to art school for several years (throughout high school & then a year of college before i realized i hated it) and can draw (not that anyone would know because I never fucking do that <33)
What are your hobbies?
Channelling Dennis' essence like a spirit medium but like. not a scam. He is in my brain and I'm simply his scribe.
I think any of my hobbies are probably known by now on here; wiki editing, drawing, writing, playing video games, editing videos; I have a YouTube channel that I abandoned because I hate it, actually, fuck YouTube-- and archival work. Also sewing, occasionally. And more shit I'm probably forgetting.
Have any pets?
Oui, a dog, Arwen, and a cat, Frisk. I've had plenty of small animals as well, and desperately want pet rats again.
What sports do you play/have you played?
I am a frail little bitch.
How tall are you?
5'4"
Favorite subject in school?
I always liked my tech classes, always a fun day when I got to solder, but even more fun when I could infodump to the class about technology. I did a wholeass photoshoot for my NES opened up and gutted for a presentation in that class and I had truly never been so engaged in a school project before that lmao.
Dream job?
Probably working in JP-ENG game localization. I applied to Sega of America just before covid hit and pretty soon after that everyone I knew there had dipped lmao. I actually really genuinely enjoy working retail (lllloved working at EB Games/Gamestop, and I've worked at three different pet stores and I would literally work at one for the rest of my life and be completely content with it, one of the most rewarding and enjoyable jobs ever tbh), but I mean. You can't really compete with the $$$ that comes with being a welder. If I had the patience I would probably go back to school for translation work, or something psychology-adjacent, I would really love to be an advocate for better education re: autism. I've worked with Fandom for their diversity shit before and am just generally super passionate about helping people get the facts straight about what ASD actually is outside of the stereotypes. But I do that anyway, so I guess it doesn't need to be an actual job lol.
I think by this point everyone's been tagged by other shared mutuals, but if any of y'all want to do it and got passed over, feel free to take this as your sign to do it <3
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Being a new-ish member of the lotr fandom and seeing the haldir and aragorn art you posted recently has really got me thinking why there's barely any content of the both of them? Like I honestly thought a lot of people would draw and make fanfics of them but I guess I was wrong but ey there's nothing wrong with 2 good old friends :]
Hi! Thanks for the ask! (I’m so happy and so excited~~) I’ve thought about this as I ransacked the internet for such content, and my answer would be: The ship or friendship is mainly movie-based, and Haldir is a minor character.
I think there need to be “canon context” (whether movies or books) for fan-content to happen, especially in this case, where Aragorn already has a canon-pairing, who is Arwen. People also ships him with Legolas, which makes sense because they are in the Fellowship. (I’ve seen people shipping Haldir and Lindir, who never interacted even in the movies, but both of them aren’t noticeably paired with anyone in canon, so I guess it works…Also, some people ship Haldir and Legolas and Haldir and Eomer. I guess that’s another proof of Aragorn being “too popular,” and people don’t often think about him and Haldir.)
In the books, Haldir only appears when the Fellowship came to Lothlorien, had a bunch of dialogues, and that’s all. We don’t know what else he was doing, nor what happened to him. If his dialogues are memorable, his character is probably not that much for many book readers (not all, of course!). But there are not much “evidence” of Aragorn’s interactions with Haldir (except a place that says he goes to Lothlorien and meets Arwen; he probably meets Haldir there but no one knows), and Haldir being a tiny minor characters, not a lot of people will think about them being friends too much :(
In the movies, even when they have more interactions, the scenes are still minor compared to other events in the movie, and Haldir is still a minor character, so even with the stuff at Helm’s Deep, people might just feel super sad, but not enough “fuel” for much fan-content. More interactions which means more “canon context” happen between Aragorn and Arwen, Aragorn and Legolas, Aragorn and Eowyn, Aragorn and Boromir, Aragorn and Frodo, Aragorn at Rivendell, etc. Also, the movies deviate from the books, so for some people that gives less “weight” to the Aragorn/Haldir interactions. From my experience in the fandom, many people are scholarly and kind of take the book seriously.
Also, the trope of friendship (or relationship) between an elf and a man. It’s great for angst, thinking about immortality and mortality (I’ll avoid spoiling things for you in the Silmarillion etc). Many things can happen, but unfortunately, there’s already Arwen, an elf, and Aragorn, a man. It dilutes feelings for Haldir and Aragorn, I guess.
Thanks for reading my longwinded, badly constructed explanation…
I’ve discovered some fanworks about them tho :)
@marchwriter on ff.net and ao3 (I love their works so so much!) and @tttano57 who makes some amazing art about the pair
EPH-SAN1634 on deviantart | Aragorn and Haldir by Jamberry | kkareuk on deviantart | ebe-kastein on deviantart
EDIT: I discovered another reason why:
From a fanfiction perspective, both of them seem to be “fit-all” characters, meaning it is possible to pair them (platonically, romantically, whatever) with almost anyone. I think it’s because Haldir has too little canon context about him, making him close to an OC under an author’s pen/keyboard (lots of room for headcanon I guess; there also a bunch of Haldir&Reader fics), while Aragorn does a lot of stuff and interacts with a whole lot of people.
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in oh baby the way you compared them to aragorn and arwen my heart, my heart fell out of my body and danced around in front of me from happiness i cannot tell you how much that means to me, all the eddie fanfic i’ve read focuses so heavily on dnd but basically ignores the fact eddie would’ve read tolkien books religiously and probably would reference them a lot more in his day to day life (like when he uses mordor and the shire as comparisons to hawkins) so seeing that made me so happy bc i just know in my heart that he would want a relationship with someone that mirrors aragorn and arwen or lúthien and beren over all thank you so so so much 💕 from someone who is forever thankful for your amazing writing 🦷
Oh, anon… this is so sweet.
I love lord of the rings… like absolutely love it to death so when Eddie mentioned Mordor and the Shire, it made my freaking day. And in contrast, I don’t know a whole lot about D&D and it seems really complicated from just what I’ve tried to read—so I default by using LotR more. I also saw art on TikTok once that had Eddie reading Tolkien in his trailer and that has been burned into my mind since I laid eyes on it.
He loves fantasy; indulging in what is so abstract because reality is complicated, messy, and so often drawing him the short straw. If I can at least write a fanfic where his life is a little better than what we see on screen, then I’ll do it!
Thank you so much for reading! :)
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mielcortez · 2 years
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Autobiography
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I, Faith Arwen Cortez, known as Nam or Arwen. I like editing videos and pictures but the most important thing is I like being alone. I hate crowded places and talking to people I am not interested in talking to. I was born on June 21, 2005 in San Mateo, Rizal and it was my dad, George Edward Cortez and my mom, Mary Ann Eroma Cui who took care of me but when I turned 3 yrs old, Caloocan City became my hometown because my mother needs to work abroad and of course, I am from a broken family therefore, my grandmother, Corazon Eroma Cui has to take care of me so basically, I grew up here in Bagong Silang, Caloocan City and I am living here until now.
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When I turned five years old, I started kindergarten. There is nothing interesting in my kinder days honestly because I always skip classes just to watch the cartoon, Oggy and the Cockroaches and I spend time playing with my friends outside the house. Fast forward, When I turned 6 years old, I was in grade 1, year 2011 to 2012. I studied at Holy Rosary College Foundation and this school year is when I cried the most. This is when I figured out I am soft-hearted and sensitive person. I always cry over small things and my classmates were always mean to me. But I was still happy because I was good for not fighting back. Yes, I am weak. That year is also a happy one because my dad visited me. He was working abroad and he comes back to the Philippines once in a blue moon so the day when he visited me is a memorable one. Before the school year ended, I was taken back to San Mateo for vacation and I was hospitalized for having Dengue and that is the time when my mom went back here from Dubai. The family of my father’s side and my mom’s side had conflict because of it. Actually, both had conflicts ever since I became a broken family but as time went by, many personal problems happened so the wound got worse and that event (when I was hospitalized) was the last argument. We all cut our connections with them and kept me in my grandmother’s hands.
Jumping to grade 2 to 4, I transferred school to San Jose Academy of Bulacan and I have nothing to tell about this era as well. Nothing but I was just lazy in school. I was not interested in my academics before because of the people around me. Now skip to my grade 5 days, I transferred back to Holy Rosary College foundation and here, I got kind of lazy again because again, people hate me. People always hate me for being too jolly. Well I can’t do anything about it because that is my way for people to like me. I was always cast out. I want to be inside of their circle of friends. I hate being left out before. I need friends. But because of that, I have a classmate who got insecure about me. She was afraid that her friends will become my friends and after, she was the one who’s gonna be left out so what she did was be mean to me. She always hurt my feelings by taking everyone away from me. She was making arguments that would make people hate me as well. By that, I became an attention seeker and that was the reason why people hated me more. They were irritated because I always wanted to be noticed by everyone. I want to be the star because that girl took everyone away from me.
Year 2016 to 2017, I turned grade 6. Same school, same classmates. Same personality. I am still an attention seeker but it got worse. I also became much hyper that’s why people make fun of me. They call me “palo” the famous slang term wayback 2016 to 2017. This school year honestly gave me the heaviest problems in life. I had my traumas, trust issues. I was bullied and people abused me for being too kind. Of course I was kind because I was weak. I wasn’t able to fight for myself. To achieve justice. That is why I see people as my enemy. They are the villains in my story. I hate people. I hate everyone. Since I was in a dark and miserable past, I had things I liked to cope with my severe sadness. This is when I started liking anime and I developed my skills in drawing. I started with traditional drawing. After all the pain my classmates gave me and after all the tears my eyes vent, I still managed to graduate elementary when honestly I was supposed to ignore school because of my condition. Being mentally damaged. Still, people who aren't nice and bring you down will never be successful in burying you in hell. I am too strong for fighting the shadows that awaits me.
Year 2017 to 2018, I turned grade 7. I was now in junior highschool. This is where life became much challenging for me. But the best part was I excel in academics. I’ve managed to be in top 5 in our class and in the 2nd quarter, I’ve managed to hop up to the top 3. Just imagine my excellency. In my highschool life, that was the most worth sharing. I was still bullied but I don’t mind the bullies since I met new friends older than me in school who have the same interests as me. We always hang out if we were given a chance but I have to be sneaky since my grandmother is a strict one. She doesn’t want me to hang out with my friends since they’re all guys and she believes that I have to be friends with someone who's age is the same as my age. Yet she doesn’t understand that they are my bullies so how can I be friends with them? Therefore, I really have to be sneaky. I wasn’t allowed to create a facebook account that time so I use my grandfather’s account to communicate with them through our group chat and it’s very hard since I don’t have privacy so I ended up enduring all those. When I turn grade 8, I had new friends and they’re girls. They’re very passionate about everything they want to try or do. We write stories at Wattpad before. We love writing. We’re always together and laughing every hour. I was still bullied in my grade 8 days and it still hurts but as long as I have them, I have nothing to worry about. As long as I am happy. I made them happy. We are happy. I am fine.
When I turned grade 9, I transferred to a new school. I studied at Manuel Luis Quezon High School. Still, I was bullied because they didn’t like my personality. My personality in my previous school is till in me and it was hard to adjust in a new environment so I didn’t get along with them smoothly. I ended up causing problems to the whole section so majority hated me but some understands me. It was a tough school year again. I became suicidal to the point that I don’t come to school anymore. It happened for almost one week and people started to worry about me so I decided to show up again. Good thing I still managed to be an honor student at the end of the quarter. Before the school year ends, my heart decided to open a door to a guy who’s really dedicated to me. I call him my “manliligaw”. We became a couple on January 7, 2020. We were together for 1 year but when 2021 arrived, the fire was gone. We broke up for having a very toxic relationship. I was wrong as well but I am grateful for the lessons I learned. This is when I realized I am too young for this kind of thing. I have a lot to know, to learn about myself. About life. I need to focus on myself for now.
2021 started, I was in grade 10 and studying online class but I wasn’t able to catch up in 2nd quarter. Because of everything that happened to me ever since I was in grade 5, add that break up too, I became tired in life. That break up affected me that seriously. I isolated myself in my room. I never do my activities. I was just talking with my internet friends on the Discord app. We always do voice calls and we always message each other. I had fun. It feels like after everything I’ve been through, I deserve a rest to fix myself that people ruin. In exchange for that happiness, I became unhealthy. I always sleep late. I never eat on time. I never do my skincare. In short, I never take care of myself anymore. I became irresponsible. I ruined myself more. I let my emotions control me. I let myself suffer more. I never thought of helping myself to be better. I wasn’t strong enough. After all, I still manage to do better. I forced myself to do better just to finish junior highschool. As a fruitful reward, I became an honor student.
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I felt so tired the whole year (2021). When the school year 2020-2021 ended, I thought of not continuing my senior highschool grade 11 because I really feel tired. Pretty exhausted. I told my grandmother, “Lola, ayoko muna mag grade 11”. They talked to me about it but I took it like they’re against me so I threw tantrums. I became bad. I made them cry. I turn into a disappointment for them. What a shame. I took a long rest for everything. It’s like I paused for a moment and thought about everything. I decided to continue school to not waste the opportunity that my mother gave me to study. I chose New Era University. I waited for the enrollment to start. We worked hard to process the enrollment and when school started, I was very nervous for the 1 month of the first quarter. Nevertheless, I always try to finish everything. I always try and try and now, my parents are proud of me. They are always proud of me. Big or small things, everything I do is appreciated. Everything was worth it.
I remember when my grandmother trusted me after all the disappointments I showed. “Anak, hindi pa huli ang lahat”. I am still young. I am a growing person. I am still learning. She knows it. All my life, I never thought of her, trusting me because she always makes me feel that way. But I just turned a blind eye. She trusted me. We both trust the process. She’s the best mom/grandmother. I also wanted to add, suicide is not a solution. Leaving cuts on your skin won't solve your problems. Think of it as making your problems worse. We are not late to rise up again. We have a mission and achievements in our life. If we die, we won't be able to feel the happiness we’re looking for. We won’t be able to see the rainbow after the storm.
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rohadefunctblog · 3 years
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in the appendices it mentions sam’s daughter elanor being one of queen arwens maids and i find that very cute 
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All Things Begin With Hardship
Lord Elrond x OFC
Warnings: Mild injury description, angst, loss.
Summary: When the village of Barepoint is overrun by Orcs, Katrine must find her way to Rivendell and ask Lord Elrond for help, but once she arrives, the great Elven lord becomes more than just a little curious and soon, smitten.
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Chapter 3 - Awaken
My face was warm, it was bright, my whole body ached and sharp pains ran over the areas I knew had been shot with arrows. Was I really alive? The poison ran through me for two days, I felt it, it was killing me.
    Voices whispered close by, one was familiar, but the other wasn’t. I opened my eyes, my temples throbbing with the brightness of the light. My neck hurt as I anchored my head towards the voices.
    It was the angel. The angel I saw in my dreams, he was coming to take me into the afterlife. I opened my mouth, but my voice was gone, it was just breath.
    ‘She’s awake.’ The Elf I didn’t recognise approached me, but it was the angel that came into view and observed me. His warm fingers sliding over my cheek to look at me properly.
    ‘Everyone out.’ He ordered, calmly. I could hear footsteps leaving the room I was in. ‘I don’t want you to try to say anything, the wound on your neck was quite severe and it will take some time for your voice to return.’ His grey eyes were like rings of clear crystal, hot tears trailed my cheeks. He was beautiful. The angel smiled down at me. ‘Katrine, you need to stay still for me while I check your wounds. Can you do that for me?’
    He didn’t wait for a reply, instead his eyes focussed on my neck, then on my arm, my leg and then he carefully manoeuvred me onto my side to check my back. His fingers were soft and careful, he didn’t cause me any pain when he touched my wounds, it was nice not to feel pain for a while.
    ‘You are healing very well, Katrine.’ The angel said and turned me back slowly. The weight didn’t seem to hurt all that much and I suddenly wondered why I was feeling any kind of pain at all. If I was passing into the afterlife, then I should only have felt safe and happy. ‘You are not dead Katrine. You are in Rivendell, and you are safe.’
    The memory of my father being killed washed over me and I sob quietly until sleep claimed me once again.
 Arwen took the steps two at a time up to her father’s study, she had come back from the rescue mission that morning with the rest of the scouts.
    ‘Arwen.’ Elrond sighed and embraced his daughter. ‘What news?’
    ‘The Orcs wiped out her people, the tracks led towards the cave northwest of the village and the bodies are gone.’ Arwen shook her head. ‘We didn’t find any survivors.’
    Elrond parted from his daughter. ‘Neither did we.’ He sighed. ‘They found the cave and killed everyone inside, her people never stood a chance.’
    ‘She will be devastated.’ Arwen said, sadly, she knew what it was like to lose family, losing her own mother to the Orcs from the north a few hundred years ago.
    ‘Yes.’ Her father agreed. ‘How many Orcs have descended from the north?’ She recognised the defiant tone, her father wouldn’t allow them to get any closer to Rivendell.
    ‘We think a small army of around two thousand, certainly no more than three.’ Arwen waited for her father to absorb the information. ‘What are your orders, father?’
    ‘For the moment, we do nothing,’ he said and gazed out at his city. ‘They will be aware that Katrine escaped and made it to some form of settlement, we will wait for them to make their move, draw them out before ridding our lands of their forces. We’ll increase the patrols in case they decide to move forward. That will be all Arwen.’
    Arwen bowed her head and left her father in peace. She knew that Katrine would be wake and need someone who understood her pain.
    Katrine peaceful while she slept; when she first arrived, she was covered in mud, blood, sweat and tears, her armour was broken and her body was weak, she was muttering something, but no one could make it out until Arwen’s father approached her. He swept her up and rushed to the healing room.
    Katrine lay with the sun on her face, it seemed to calm her when she woke up. It was only a few minutes before her bright emerald eyes fluttered open. Arwen smiled down at her and waited for her mouth to twitch into a small smile.
    ‘My father says your voice is still returning, so don’t worry about speaking just yet.’ Arwen placed her hand over Katrine’s, she flinched at the contact, but Arwen didn’t mind, she knew she was in pain. ‘My name is Arwen, daughter of Lord Elrond.’
    Her eyes widened and Arwen continued to smile down at her, intrigued by the young woman. Katrine wanted to say something.
    ‘The angel?’ She breathed, it was all she could muster, she was still somewhat delusional from her recovery.
    ‘Angel?’ Arwen frowned, not exactly sure of what an angel was.
    ‘He came to look after me,’ she croaked. ‘To take me to the afterlife.’
    ‘Katrine, you are not dying any day soon,’ Arwen told her. ‘The angel will not come for you just yet, I promise.’
    Her eyes glazed over Arwen’s face, she looked disappointed, but gave another twitch of a smile anyway. ‘He was beautiful.’ She breathed.
    ‘A beautiful angel?’ Arwen tilted her head, curiously, it must have been something her people believed in. ‘What did he look like?’
    ‘Long dark hair made of silk,’ she started, it was clear to Arwen that she could see the angel in her mind so perfectly. ‘Tall with deep grey eyes, they were kind. He sent his horse to find me in the forest.’ Arwen’s head straightened up as she realised who she was talking about, and he was no angel. ‘I hope he comes for me when I die.’
    Arwen wasn’t sure what to say, the image of how her father looked to Katrine gave her a little hope that Katrine would use it to help herself recover quicker, but her father had never shown interest in anyone since her mother died, despite Arwen’s best efforts to find someone who might make him happy.
    Katrine craned her neck to look at the sun for a while and smiled, before closing her eyes once again. Arwen sat back in her chair and thought about Katrine’s angel, what an amazing creature Elrond must have appeared to be to her.
 Elrond sent Lindir away with his orders when his daughter returned to his study.
    ‘Arwen?’ He frowned, but embraced her once again. ‘Something wrong?’
    ‘I just went to see Katrine.’ She had a suspicious smirk on her face, one that Elrond was not in the slightest bit interested in. Elrond went back to his desk to check his work and write out any letters that needed to be written. ‘She’s doing better.’
    ‘I hope you didn’t come all the way back just to tell me a woman we healed is healing.’ Elrond regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth, it only opened up the conversation for Arwen to ask him something he didn’t want to answer.
    ‘She says an angel came to see her.’ Elrond froze, Arwen noticed. ‘It’s strange, I’d never heard of an angel before, what are they?’
    Elrond let a heavy breath go, he knew if he didn’t answer then more suspicion would arise. ‘An angel is a creature her people believe will guide them into the afterlife, they are there to ease the transition from life into death.’
    ‘She says her angel was beautiful.’ Arwen was testing his patience now.
    ‘She isn’t dying, there was no angel-‘
    ‘No there wasn’t.’ Arwen’s eyes locked with his, they both knew where this was going. ‘She told me what her angel looked like-‘
    ‘Arwen-‘
    ‘It was remarkable-‘
    ‘That’s enough-‘
    ‘A perfect description of you.’
    ‘Arwen!’ Elrond stood up, something that would intimidate anyone except his daughter. ‘She did not see an angel, she was delusional, the poison was clouding her mind and her imagination supplied an image of what she wanted to see on her deathbed.’
    Arwen’s eyebrow raised and she stood up to her father. ‘She said her angel was beautiful, with deep grey eyes that looked on her with kindness.’
    Elrond’s mind was cast back to the moment she moved her dress material to reveal her smooth thigh, he felt the attraction as a flurry, but it was nothing more than a passing whim.
    ‘Arwen, she is sick,’ Elrond looked at his daughter with a degree of seriousness. ‘She is scared and anything she says she sees is just a result of that fear and panic from watching her village destroyed by those foul creatures.’
    Arwen peered up at her father, he blocked her from entering his mind, she’d never tried to access it before, but he wouldn’t run the risk, ever. She raised her eyebrow at him and left him in peace. He had no idea what it was she was expecting him to do or say, he couldn’t deny he had a mild attraction to this woman, but that didn’t mean he would think about it and it certainly didn’t mean he would act on it. She was a human after all, a mortal, her life would be over soon enough and he would no longer have to concern himself with her.
    Elrond was surprised by how much the thought of her dying actually upset him. He did his best to turn his mind to other things, but somehow the idea of him being the beautiful angel she saw, endeared him into further distraction.
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We Will Live
A.N: Happy Valentine’s day, everyone! You can probably tell that some of the lines are modified lyrics from One Republic’s I Lived, so the credit for those goes to them. Also- I’m sorry it’s so short!! I didn’t want to add unnecessary stuff, and I also wanted to post it on Valentine’s day (because I have an angsty fic that I’ll be ripping your hearts out with soon) and I honestly kinda like it like this but I’m still sorry. I hope it’s ok!
Requested by Nonny: hey maia <3 i’ve got a request for you, but if you don’t wanna write it i totally get it bc you have a bunch of stuff to write. so, it’s kinda sad, but a Legolas fic inspired by the song “I lived” by OneRepublic? Like, the reader saying a sad farewell to Legolas because she’s mortal? like her wishes for her love when she’s gone? but, if you can, find a way to make it a somewhat fluffy ending. that’s a lot so don’t feel pressured to write it if you don’t wanna lol. much love. -Nonny💞
Pairings: Legolas x Reader, mentioned Aragorn x Arwen
Summary: You don’t want Legolas to tie himself to you, a mortal. Inspired by One Republic’s I Lived.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff
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We Will Live
You leaned on Legolas’ shoulder, sitting on a bench at the top of the Guarded City in the moonlight. Aragorn had been crowned king that day, and while you had been happy for him, happy to see him finally recognized for who he was, and reunited with his love, you had also seen the pain on the elves' faces as Arwen kissed him. They knew that now she was lost to them, having given up her immortality, and you had been reflecting on this since. 
You didn’t want Legolas to give up his immortal life for you. 
“I hope that one day you can look back and truly say that you lived.” You brushed Legolas’ hair from his face, taking in the sight of him glowing in the moonlight for the last time.
“I wish that I could witness it all, all your joys and pains, but I will not let you shackle yourself to a mortal.”  You were trying not to cry, this was the hardest thing you’d ever had to do. He was starting to get what you meant and looked devastated. 
“It hurts to go, but I have to. I can’t do this to you. Goodbye, Legolas.” You rose, not wanting to draw this out any longer, but he stood too. He moved in front of you so that he was looking into your eyes.
“We fell in love, and it hurt because we gave it our all. And we’re gonna keep giving it our all. I’m not giving up on you, and you can’t give up on me.” 
You blinked at him. You hadn’t expected that. 
“But you cannot give up your whole life yet!”
“And I won’t. We’ll figure it out as we go.”
You nodded at him. “Alright.” 
He cupped your chin in his hand, bringing it up and kissing you. 
He pulled away and whispered, “we will live, Y/N. We will do it all together.”
And you did.
You had helped rebuild Minas Tirith together, laughing as Aragorn struggled to adjust to kingly life. You had left for Ithilien soon after, while he and Gimli had gone to fulfill their promises and see the Glittering Caves and Fangorn forest. You had restored the forests of Ithilien with the two of them, your love and your friend. You owned every second that the world had given you, and when it was time for Legolas to join his people in the Undying Lands he brought you and Gimli with him. 
You truly had lived. 
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If LotR existed in the universe of Little Women
- Jo would be fascinated by Middle Earth and would read any Tolkien she could get her hands on.
- Meg read some because Jo insisted and liked it... fine. Her favorite story is of course Beren and Luthien.
- Beth's favorite character is Frodo, even if she only read LotR once (and only because Jo assured her it had a happy ending). She reads The Hobbit every year, though she has to make an effort to read through the scary and sad parts when she's younger.
-She also likes Gandalf because he reminds her of Mr. Laurence.
- Amy is mostly fascinated by the landscapes of Middle Earth. She spent hours upon hours imagining and drawing and re drawing Lothlorien, Rivendell, and Minas Tirith. She would also sometimes draw this or that character by request. Laurie is the only person to ever see her imagining of Eowyn and Faramir's home in Ithilien.
- Jo tried, unsuccessfully, to adapt bits from LotR as theater plays. That didn't prevent her from making her sisters re enact passages from the book.
- Laurie always admired and identified with Aragorn as a child. Only after he matured he accepted being Pippin at heart.
- Beth tried to compose music for all the poems in LotR and The Hobbit. Her favorite one was the melody she composed for Blunt the Knives, but everybody else in the family agrees that her The Road Goes Ever On and On is her best, somehow both cheerful and melancholy at the same time.
- One of the reasons why Jo fell in love with Fritz is because he had read the Silmarilion, And could discuss the whole lore for hours on end.
- Amy's favorite character was lady Galadriel, though she was fascinated by Eowyn and particularly her ending. She would never tell, of course, because it was Jo's favorite character, but it also took the latter years to understand what her sister had understood earlier about the warrior becoming a healer.
- Both Amy and Jo were firmly on team Galadriel, while Meg was team Arwen. When asked, Beth would say that she imagined Legolas' mom to be very pretty too.
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