#heart of a hobbit verse

[nocompromise-noregrets]

Empty Vessel-'verse headcanons: Tilda

Thank you to @tildabardsdotter11 for asking me to do headcanons for Tilda in My Heart is an Empty Vessel-'verse! Here are the ones I can think of, and I'll reblog with more if I think of them!

She is endlessly curious, and not at all afraid to ask awkward questions; she is very direct, which can sometimes come across as tactlessness.

Her weapons-grade cuteness (as a child) develops into a disarming charm and openness that means she has most people she meets wrapped firmly around her little finger in five minutes flat.

She becomes a keen gardener in Dale, restoring its gardens and orchards and seeking advice, tips and plants from every ambassador who visits; her hothouses, in later years, are the envy of half of Middle-Earth.

She also becomes a healer, learning how to use the herbs and medicinal plants she grows; she is particularly skilled in midwifery. Her mother died giving birth to her and Tilda is named for her - her mother was Maud, known as Maudie, and Matilda is another form of Maud (in our world, Matilda is the Latin and Maud the Old English form of the name) - and Tilda decides early on in Dale that she wants to learn to help women in childbirth in her mother’s honour, so that as few women as possible suffer the fate her mother did.

In adulthood she is very enthusiastically pansexual, and is forever getting into one sort of mischief or another.

This fact notwithstanding, she is an accomplished diplomat and is very good at dealing with foreign ambassadors, most of whom want to arrange a marriage between Sigrid (who is Queen in this ‘verse, Bard having abdicated to retire to the Woodland Realm with Thranduil as soon as Sigrid was old enough to take over from him, and who is very very aroace) and their own ruler; Sigrid calmly ignores the marriage proposals, and Tilda tends to deal with the ambassador in her own way.

Tilda is the one who breaks the ice with Thranduil, initially, and although he does not have favourites among his stepchildren, if he did his favourite would probably be Tilda. They absolutely adore each other, and Tilda is the one who can disarm him and persuade him into doing things that will be good for him.

She is an inveterate matchmaker, and if she sees people being daft about each other and not doing anything about it, she will absolutely be the one who says something about it; she is almost entirely singlehandedly responsible for Bain and his childhood friend Lotta sorting themselves out and getting married, for starters.

She never marries (she is far too busy and also she doesn’t want to limit herself) but she has her family around her and she is probably the happiest of all of them to the end of her days.

If you’re in Dale and you have a problem, Tilda is the one you go to. She will know what to do, whether it’s referring you to Sigrid (and probably putting a word in on your behalf), brewing you a tincture, taking you for a walk in the gardens and a good long talk, whatever you need.

#lotr #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit fanfic #tilda #my heart is an empty vessel #empty vessel-'verse headcanons #my writing

[yeleltaan]

@yellowfingcr​ spoiling me once again | Elden Ring Cayin and Heysel arguing over the last cookie

#please I am running out of words to express my delight I can't #I love this so much. The meme reincarnates once more #ER Cayin and Heysel's absolutely insane interactions give me life. #They were always crazy but this verse just turns it up to 11 #I LOVE HOW WELL YOU CAPTURE THE FEEL OF THE MEME. BUT IT'S THEM. It's perfect #early ER Cayin really feels like a desperate Hobbit just stumbling around shfjhsdfhjd #'Heysel no hurty pls. But no take heart either. Could I interest you in these berries I found?' #yellowfingcr #Elden Ring verse #art #also love Cayin looking like an absolute vampire gremlin here #was gonna link the original meme too but it's long lost- only reposts remain as far as I can tell

[gffa]

Over the last week, I decided to go ahead with bookmarking all the fics I've recommended over the years on AO3 since I abide by tumblr poll results always (and man pour one out for all the fic that never made it to AO3 or has since been deleted, sooooo many gems lost to time!) and it was a bit more than the ~3,000 I was expecting:

Hopefully, this will be easier than browsing the hundreds of recs posts I've made, since you can filter for any of the author's tags now! These are mostly focused on Star Wars and DC fandom, but I did my time in the anime mines and occasional tours through some TV fandoms or movies. You can dig into everything unfiltered and start your own filtering, or the bigger fandoms you'll find:

MAJOR FANDOMS: Each of these should have 100+ at minimum and, in the case of Star Wars, literally almost half of them are in that fandom. Look, Star Wars fandom might be a trash fire in a lot of ways, but it is ON FIRE with some good fic. (Older bookmarks not guaranteed to match my current sentiments, especially re: the Jedi, but they did catch my fancy at that point in time!)

STAR WARS: - All Star Wars -OR- All Star Wars minus the Obi-Wan/Anakin ship - OR- Nothing BUT Obi-Wan/Anakin

BATMAN/DC: - DC can sometimes be tricky, but you can do a Batman* search and get most of them (though, sometimes Nightwing* or Young Justice* or Superman* will catch some of the others). Honestly, though, you might want to just do a search for what character or dynamic you like and have fun from there, because otherwise you're getting a face full of my Dick Grayson Is The Center Of The Universe And I'm Making That Everyone Else's Problem agenda. ;)

MARVEL/MCU: - Marvel* will probably get most of the various properties, though you may want to filter for Defenders* or Guardians of the Galaxy* if you're interested -OR- Marvel* without the Thor/Loki - These focus a lot on the Thor* fandom if you want to witness the results of like 8 years of constant voracious reading in that fandom (Minus the ship), because, seriously, I read a LOT of Odinson family fic. - Bonus, just do a search for Maximoff* to find some really good X-Men: First Class-verse because, listen, I have been ALL ABOUT the Maximoff twins since long before the movies or MCU brought them over and I will DIE ON THE HILL of "Marvel, make Magneto their bio-dad again or I'm never reading another comic of yours ever".

TOLKIEN/LORD OF THE RINGS/SILMARILLION/HOBBIT: - Tolkien* -OR- Hobbit* -OR- Lord of the Rings* searches will turn up most of my Elf-hunting, I primarily focus on the Sindar Elves, but look I can't resist my problematic Feanorian faves or that I will die on the hill that Fingolfin is the best ever. (You have NO IDEA how sad I am that so much fic on Stories of Arda or FFNET is not easily bookmarked on AO3, sob. I externally bookmarked a few of the bigger ones, but sooo many shorter faves are missing from my recs tag.)

CLAMP: - X/Tokyo Babylon legitimately bums me out because it's not a huge fandom and yet so much of what was written was pre-AO3 and lost when CLAMPesque went down or was never brought over from Livejournal, yet this fandom (well, the Seishirou/Subaru pairing) still burns brightly in my heart.

MINOR FANDOMS: Ones that probably only have under 100 bookmarks (often around the 20-30 bookmarks range), but will at least give you a place to start! ANIME/MANGA: Bleach | Cardcaptor Sakura | Dragonball | Finder no Hyouteki/Viewfinder | Katekyou Hitman Reborn! | Kuroko no Basuke | One Piece | Sailor Moon | Madoka Magica | Naruto | Princess Tutu | Trigun | Weiss Kreuz | Yuri!!! on Ice

BOOKS: Chrestomanci | Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

DRAMAS: Nirvana in Fire | The Untamed -OR- Modao Zu Shi

TV SHOWS/MOVIES: Community | Game of Thrones -OR- ASOIAF | Good Omens | Hannibal | Highlander | The Old Guard | Our Flag Means Death | Stranger Things

VIDEO GAMES: Dragon Age: Inquisition | Final Fantasy 8 | Genshin Impact | Okami

BANDS: Arashi

All right, whew, that was actually a fun project, despite how much work it was to hunt down a lot of older faves to see if they were on AO3, hopefully you'll find this useful!

#lumi.txt #fic recs #star wars fic recs #batman fic recs

[steddieas-shegoes]

I was listening to the song “Someone to Lose” by Ashe and it gives off major Steddie vibes! There was this one verse,

“So, without warning, I kissed your lips: No, no, that wasn't something you'd thought about. Not something I typically do, But now that I gave you something to talk about.”

Like Steve gets impatient waiting for Eddie to make a move so he goes for it, and Eddie is a bit shell shocked and once again that Munson doctrine is torn to shreds.

Oooo this one has potential for something longer too, so I hope someone runs with it!

Eddie was infuriating.

Steve loved him.

He was getting sick of how much, actually.

And Eddie didn’t seem like he was going to make a move, so that left Steve to do it.

He just has to work up the nerve.

He’s done this a million times; kissed a girl on a date, made her feel special.

But Steve already knew Eddie would be different for more than just the obvious reasons.

He was already in love with him, for one thing. He knew if Eddie didn’t respond well to the kiss, he’d be heartbroken for a long time.

But for another thing, this would be his first kiss with a man.

He didn’t think it would be that different, but a part of him knew it would change a lot for him.

- - - -

Hanging out at Eddie’s trailer had become his new favorite thing to do.

They could sit there for hours barely even talking, just sharing time and space, and it was better than most anything else Steve could do with his time.

Today, Steve was next to Eddie on his bed, listening to him read The Hobbit.

He started getting a headache earlier and listening to Eddie read quietly always helped him relax so it wouldn’t get worse.

Steve’s head was in his lap, Eddie’s hand in his hair.

Anyone who walked in would assume they were together.

That thought was what gave Steve the confidence to finally lean up, push the book aside, and plant a kiss on Eddie’s lips.

It wasn’t spectacular, just a quick peck, enough to let Eddie know he was interested.

Eddie’s surprised stare lasted all of ten seconds before he threw the book to the side, cupped Steve’s face in his hands, and kissed him again.

This kiss was better, longer, heavier.

Steve whimpered into the kiss, his heart racing as one of Eddie’s hands moved to cup the back of his head, effectively pulling him further into the kiss.

Steve had never been on this end of things, the loss of control making him want more.

More of Eddie, more of this feeling, more of the love he was pretty sure Eddie was feeling, too.

But Eddie pulled away, leaving both of them breathless, looking at each other as if they wouldn’t stop if they didn’t have to breathe.

“Are you serious?”

Steve snorted at Eddie’s question.

“Are you?” He couldn’t help but ask back.

“I can show you how serious I am.”

Steve nodded, not sure what that would entail, but ready for it.

He’d waited long enough for Eddie, he was ready for anything.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon

[velvet4510]

Between all the grand gestures of love and courage, it’s easy to forget just how compatible Frodo and Sam are in everyday life.

They both love the Shire and appreciate the simple things. They see beauty in the ordinary and consider it worth protecting.

They both are curious about the outside world, especially Elves.

They both are, unlike most hobbits, believers who don’t need to see things with their own eyes to know in their hearts that those things are real.

They both are natural poets and share Bilbo’s gift for writing creative prose and verse about the creatures of Middle-earth.

And their differences work well together, too.

Frodo is a daydreamer who often wanders around in his own world, while Sam is grounded and able to easily focus on the tasks at hand. Thus Frodo learns from Sam how to be practical, and Sam learns from Frodo that it’s alright to wonder.

Tolkien introduces Frodo as someone who Hobbiton considers odd, and introduces Sam as someone who believes when everyone else doesn’t. In their own ways, they both are outsiders and thus they understand each other from the getgo. 💕

#lotr #jrr tolkien #samfro #lotr books #frodo x sam #lord of the rings #sam x frodo #samfrodo

[hitlikehammers]

hitlikehammers' Hobbit-Birthday Fic-Giving Fest

So you know how Hobbits celebrate their birthdays by giving gifts, rather than receiving them?

WELCOME TO MY HOBBIT-STYLE BIRTHDAY FIC-GIVING PROMPT FEST!!!

wherein YOU prompt ME to write stuff, and to clarify from the outset: YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE FOLLOWING ME TO PARTICIPATE. Did you find this at random? Via reblog? Just kinda want a fic but don’t want my babble regularly on your feed? I. DO. NOT. CARE. This is my birthday month (well, soon) and I want to be giving and gregarious and generous and generally positive about writing little gifts so: prompt anyway.

THE RULES

✨ You have THREE (3) choices for prompting

CONCEPT PROMPTS: basically Ao3 tags, or close enough—pick one, give me a little direction if you don’t want me to just write ~anything~, and then you’re all set SONG PROMPTS: pick a song, ideally also pick a lyric from the song, and if you want to give me some short direction for it go ahead; these are the largely-random choice of Spotify on shuffle; it got kinda moody and angsty on me and picked songs I was never huge into and some from legitimately years ago but: the algorithm prevails DIALOGUE PROMPTS: either inspiration or to be included in the fic, I cannot guarantee either way but if you have a STRONG PREFERENCE, you should point that out; and again, if you want to provide a couple words of direction: do so

✨ if I am already writing you a gift fic for something else: THIS IS DIFFERENT (also shorter so even MORE DIFFERENT)—ask again if you want to, you’re more than welcome, honestly it’s more a gift for me because…hobbity-birthday 

✨ you have to MESSAGE/ASK ME or COMMENT ON THIS POST with your prompt because I am going to miss it if you reblog or tag or whatever-other-means-of-telling-me that is not a message/ask/comment, and that would be v sad ✨ I will only be writing ONE FIC PER PROMPT, so if you like one? Grab it. If I haven't had time to edit the list (which is likely because timezones and my work schedule) and they get duplicated, I'll reach out to the second claimer for a new prompt.

✨ if you’re not okay with NSWF content, you need to state that in the prompting message; I’m not saying you’re going get NSFW stuff, but if you’re absolutely against it, gotta flag that in advance 

✨ because someone asked: if you want to attach one of these to one of my existing fics/‘verses, include that because that’s usually super fun and there are only maybe two fics I wouldn’t try to follow up with a tiny thing on request

✨ the default ship right now is my most currently active one: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson. If you want to prompt a ship that is not Steddie, note that and check if I’m familiar with it here, or take your chances; I’ll message you if it’s not something I write

SO: pick one of the prompt lists above and send it my way so I can start writing you words.

PROMPTS ARE OPEN THROUGH 31 JANUARY 💜

so...y'know. Prompt me. It's my BIRTHDAY 🎉

also if you hate links have all the prompts, here: below

✨

CONCEPT PROMPTS: pick one, a provide a little direction with 2-3 words, up to a sentence

Merperson/Siren AU

Monsterfucking

Wrong Number/Wrong Blind Date AU

Hurt/Comfort

Baked Goods (as in: prompt me with a pastry you’d like to be eating rn)

Secret Relationship 

Royalty AU

Established Relationship 

Dark AU

Near-Death Experience

Missed Connection AU 

Cocktails (as in: prompt me with how your mixologist knows you)

Misunderstandings

Pre-Season 4

Domestic Fluff

Creaturefic

[Character]-Has-Powers

Vampire AU

PWP

Famous AU

Presumed Dead/Emotional Reunions 

Soulmate AU

Whump

First Times

Warm Drinks (as in: prompt me using what you order from your barista)

Magic AU

Fluff

Meet Cute/Ugly

Nightmares

Angels/Demons AU

SONG PROMPTS: pick a song, ideally a lyric FROM the song and a word or two for context of your intended prompting

Never Tear Us Apart—INXS

I Will Wait—Mumford & Sons

Any Other World—MIKA

The Days Of The Phoenix—A.F.I.

Manhattan Skyline—a-ha

Jilted Lovers & Broken Hearts—Brandon Flowers

Why Can’t This Be Love—Van Halen

The Navesink Banks—Gaslight Anthem

Holocene—Bon Iver

Wicked Campaign—Modest Mouse

Follow—Brandi Carlile 

Jesus Christ—Brand New

Little Talks—Of Monsters and Men

Clever Meals—Tegan and Sara

Will Anybody Ever Love Me?—Sufjan Stevens

A Light On In The Dark—Darlingside

To Build A Home—The Cinematic Orchestra

sever the blight—hemlocke springs

These Things—She Wants Revenge 

The Light Behind Your Eyes—My Chemical Romance

Come Undone—Duran Duran

Song For Zula—Phosphorescent 

Last Words of a Shooting Star—Mitski

This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)—Talking Heads

Majesty—Madrugada

Fake Empire—The National

A Dustland Fairytale—The Killers

Fast Car—Tracy Chapman  

At The Bottom Of Everything—Bright Eyes

The Trapeze Swinger—Iron & Wine

QUOTE PROMPTS: pick one, and if you have a context, I’ll take up to 3 words as direction

“That’s… not what that means.” 

”They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true.”

“…Why?” 

“Now, I’m not going to deny that I was aware of your beauty. But the point is, this has nothing to do with your beauty. As I got to know you, I began to realise that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it.”

“I’ve never felt this way before.” 

”So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard, and we're gonna have to work at this every day."

“What are you doing?”

“I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.”

“I assume I deserve this, but can you tell me why you want to kill me this time?”

”We aren't here to make things perfect."

“You meant the world to me. I should have protected you.” 

"You're the first boy I ever kissed... and I want you to be the last."

“What? Like it’s hard?”

“Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.”

“Who did this to you?” 

“I want to tell you with my remaining strength that I love you. I always have. I'll drift next to you every day as a ghost just to be with you. Even if I was banished to the darkest place, my love will keep me from being a lonely spirit."

“You here to finish me off, sweetheart?”

”When I first saw you, I felt like I knew you, and I couldn't stop seeing my life with you, and building a family together. One that isn't stuck in the pain of the past. It's very pretty."

“You’re worth so much more than me.” 

“I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one.”

“This isn’t going to end well.” 

"Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it."

“Please! You have to let me make this right.” 

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

“You’re a monster.”

“You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.”

“You don’t want this.” 

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love--I love--I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

“Why did you lie?”

”I don't want to sound foolish, but remember love is what brought you here. And if you've trusted love this far, don't panic now. Trust it all the way." 

#hitlikehammers v words #hitlikehammers writes #hitlikehammers' hobbit-birthday prompt fest

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Pairings:Eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary:after your last bet with Eddie you decide its his turn now

Warnings: oral( male receiving)

A/n: a tiny blurb Not proofread gonna be part of a small and light-hearted "justice for Jeff series

18+ minors are not welcome

"D-Don't be a-a a...... fool, Bilbo Baggins he said to himself" Eddie struggled to read as his cock hit the back of your throat. Your head bobbing up and down slowly in his lap. You were surprised he's even made it to chapter two of The Hobbit. Pulling your mouth off him as a small string of spit connects you to him. He looks down, and out a tiny whimper. "Come on, Eddie, you can read better than that. " He cleared his throat and begins reading again only to fumble when he feels you spit on his length. You take your other hand and pump it on his painfully hard cock. His eyes flutter closed for a second muttering fuck under his breath. Biting your lower lip, you decided to tease him a little by giving his tip a light lick and a small kiss. A bead of precum leaks out as you move to press your thumb down, smearing it in. "Go on, continue reading, or I'll stop."

You had decided to bet Eddie he couldn't read three whole chapters of The Hobbit before he came. Since he bet you the last time you couldn't tell him what was going on during the movie you both were watching, now it's his turn. Eddie was already struggling two sentences in on the first chapter. You knew all the little tricks and what he liked to get him to squirm above you.

"B-but baby, please." He whines out. You sink your mouth all the way on his length again, gagging slightly as it hits the back of your throat. Taking your other hand to cup his balls just about sent Eddie over the edge. "Aahh! Shit." He cursed as your hot mouth worked on him faster. He tries desperately to finish reading this verse, but all that comes are small whimpers followed by a few curses. Eddies orgasm grows closer as his chest falls up and down rapidly. His jaw clenches and he lets the book fall to the floor. He takes his hand and pushes some of your hair out of the way. "Baby I'm gonna cum."

Eddies breathing is shakey, and his eyes roll to the back of his head. Your head is still bobbing up and down as saliva spills from the sides of your mouth. Humming around him as you feel his hand tug your hair just a little. Small beads of sweat litter his chest and forehead. His abdomen flexes with every deep breath he takes. Your eyes staying on him as he tries to focus on the feeling of your mouth. Taking your other hand, you move it to pump him as your mouth works on his cock.

"Hey guys, don't mind ME!" Jeff yelped.

Just as you remove your mouth from Eddie hot ropes of his cum spill all over your face. You look on in horror, as does Jeff. Eddie just slouches sat back on the sofa like a slug. Jeff's eyes once again bugging out of his skull as his watches his friends cum drip down your face. "Why do you guys keep doing this?!!" Jeff yelled, but it came out more like a cry for help. Slapping Eddie's leg to bring him back to life. He snaps out of out it for a split second. "Do you mind?" He said annoyingly to his friend. Your face still covered in Eddie's cum as it's frozen in shock as it's hot with embarrassment.

'We're sorry, Jeff."

Your apology was too late as Eddie's roommate had already run back to his room, slamming the door. You slap Eddie's leg again when you noticed he had begun to laugh. "Not funny. This is embarrassing. " He pouts mockingly at you and wipes the cum off your chin. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

"Seriously, Eddie, we have got to start doing this shit in your room."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, princess." Eddie agreed after giving your ass a light smack. You need to decide how you're going to properly apologize or how you can even face him after this.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #my writing #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut

[brigwife]

The Crownless Again Shall Be King

“You show a surprising level of interest in the future of Gondor, for one who has never travelled there,” Boromir said, looking down as his fingers brushed and tapped over the oakwood desk. A faraway look came into Bilbo’s eyes, and his expression became wrought with the sweetest kind of sadness: the exact kind found in the faces of those who have lost their beloved. “Aragorn reminds me of someone I once knew. A great warrior and wanderer he was, with eyes like the ocean. Strong and loyal to a fault. One who would also have been a king, were he not sent to the Halls of Mandos before his time.”

A chance meeting between a man and a hobbit in the Last Homely House leads to a brief discussion about poetry, love and the fate of Middle Earth.

Gen fic, with referenced Bilbo/Thorin and Boromir/Théodred

1936 words. Read on Ao3 , or under the cut!

“Oh this just will not do! I have been sitting here for almost two full hours trying to think of a final line for this poem, but I always fall flat describing the beauty of maidens. Perhaps you can help me, as the lady Arwen is particular to your own heart?”

Boromir froze in the doorway. He had meant to go to his own room, but somewhere amongst the gilded corridors and landings of the Last Homely House, he must have taken a wrong turn. Now he thought about it, he did not recall his door being flanked by a pair of beech saplings in tall vases of painted glass. 

“Excuse me, I have come to the wrong room. I did not mean to disturb you.” Boromir inclined his head and quickly made to leave. But the small figure, who was seated at a low desk covered in books and scrolls, called out to halt him.

“Oh hullo! I’m terribly sorry, my lad! I believed you to be my friend the Dúnedan. The two of you do look very much alike.”

Boromir wasn’t sure whether to feel honoured or disturbed by such a remark. He and Aragorn were both men to be sure, tall and dark of hair, but while the blood of Númenór shone clearly through the ranger’s guise, in Boromir it was little more than a whisper of the past. But he would not begrudge a halfling of the Shire for the comment, as cut-off from the rest of the world as they were.

“Alas, no. I am Boromir, son of Denethor. I saw you at the council, but we did not speak.”

The perian - Bilbo, Boromir thought he was called - smiled and waved his hand in welcome. “Oh yes, I remember you now. The man from Gondor who had the dream! I confess I meant to seek you out to talk about that poem of yours: ‘Seek the sword that was broken,’ and so on, but I completely forgot about it. To tell you the truth, you and your brother are not the only ones to have had abnormal dreams. The words from my verse about Aragorn - I wonder now if they did not come from my own mind. I just woke up one day and there the poem was, already fully-formed in my head. Perhaps it was spoken to me, just as the words about my- the Ring were spoken to you. I cannot remember it in full, so I was hoping you may be willing to scribe it for me so that I may study it.” 

Boromir stepped inside the room, judging that Bilbo’s request was an invitation to enter. It was open and airy, much like his own chamber; though most of the furniture was smaller and lower. Perhaps the bed had once belonged to one of Elrond’s children, but thousands of years would have passed since then. Could it really last that long without the wood deteriorating? Just thinking about it made Boromir's head hurt.

He approached the desk, and took the pen and sheet of paper that Bilbo offered him. He remembered the words clearly, but he still took his time writing them out, as he was self-conscious of his own untidy scrawl next to Bilbo’s own, perfectly-shaped lettering. Did all Periannath write this well? Boromir found himself growing more and more curious about this forgotten people of the north.

Once Boromir had finished, he blew on the ink and handed the paper back to Bilbo, who immediately pored over the words with keen eyes. Boromir couldn’t help but stare at his ears, which while wider and flatter, were pointed in the same manner as an Elf’s.

“The length, the structure, the style.. even the rhyming patterns are exactly the same,” Bilbo muttered, almost as if to himself. “It’s too much of a coincidence, do you not think?”

“I suppose it is,” Boromir replied, attempting to feign any knowledge about poetry. If only Faramir were here, he would be a great deal more help.

“Well how about that then!” Bilbo said brightly, leaning back in his chair. “Perhaps both our poems shall become prophecies! I always intended the “crownless” to refer to my dear friend, but I thought perhaps I might no longer be around by the time it happened. I am not a young hobbit by any means, so this gives me hope that the day may come soon after all!”

Boromir felt a jolt down his spine. Of course he knew that it was possible that the King may return and reclaim his throne, but like Bilbo, he never imagined that it would come to pass in his own life. His father had been preparing him for the stewardship since he was a child - with the arrival of Aragorn would he now be cast aside? Would all his training be for nothing? 

“You show a surprising level of interest in the future of Gondor, for one who has never travelled there,” Boromir said, looking down as his fingers brushed and tapped over the oakwood desk.

A faraway look came into Bilbo’s eyes, and his expression became wrought with the sweetest kind of sadness: the exact kind found in the faces of those who have lost their beloved.

“Aragorn reminds me of someone I once knew. A great warrior and wanderer he was, with eyes like the ocean. Strong and loyal to a fault. One who would also have been a king, were he not sent to the Halls of Mandos before his time.”

A great many things were said at the council in October, and Boromir did not have a natural aptitude for remembering details and events, but he did now recall that Bilbo Baggins had once embarked on a quest to reclaim Erebor. Immediately, he understood to whom the perian was referring. 

“You speak of Thorin Oakenshield,” he said, with not a hint of questioning in his voice.

Bilbo let out a long, drawn-out sigh, and patted the pocket of his waistcoat now. This was something Boromir had observed was a habit of his.

“You must have loved him very dearly,” Boromir added. 

Bilbo gave a wry smile. “In truth, for the first few weeks I knew him I did not care for him much at all, and neither did he for me. But as the months drew on, I saw how deeply he cared about his people, and how readily he would lay down his life for them. And yes, I grew to love him. In the end.” He passed his hand over the cover of a red leather-bound book which rested on the top of a pile beside him. “But he lives on in my heart just as he lives on in these pages. And it is my dearest hope that he will live on through the heir of Gondor too.”

Boromir was surprised about how openly Bilbo talked about his feelings. He could not possibly tell for certain the nature of the love he shared with Thorin, but he would have been prepared to wager that it was a bond closer to romance to brotherhood.

After all, he himself harboured similar feelings about the prince of another kingdom.

Boromir had no memory of his first meeting with Théodred of Rohan, he knew only that it had taken place when the Éorling prince was brought to Minas Tirith by his father when they were both three years old.

“Mother, why does the boy from Rohan smell of horses?” 

According to Finduilas, this was the first thing he had asked once Théodred was whisked out of their sight. Boromir couldn’t help but smile at the memory of hearing the story for the first time.

Théodred continued to smell of horses, but as the years drew on, the scent became mixed in with other more delightful things: cut grass, fresh sweat and woodsmoke. He was smaller and quieter than Boromir: always thoughtful and sincere, and with an incredibly sharp mind. While Théodred struggled to keep up with Boromir in speed and strength, he was always leagues ahead of him in wit.

One summer when they were both fifteen years old, they stayed up all night, laying side-by-side amongst the simbelmynë that grew around the walls of Edoras. They laughed and sang, and told each other stories about the stars that sparkled in the inky sky above them. But all Boromir could recall from the night was how beautiful the flaxen-haired boy that smelled of horses looked in the light of the moon. His bright green eyes darkened like the surface of a lake at midnight, and Boromir had been so moved that he had boldly kissed him, and to his relief and delight, Théodred had kissed him back.

After that they were only able to see each other briefly every few years, but the depth of their passion for each other never wavered. Neither took a wife, and they promised with their blood that they would be bound to each other for life, no matter the responsibilities that weighed down upon their shoulders. The last time they had seen each other had been in the summer, when Boromir passed through Rohan on the road to Imladris. Théodred had ridden with him out to the Fords of Isen, before returning to his post at Helm’s Deep. 

Boromir could still taste the sweet juice of wild strawberries that had been on Théodred’s lips when he had kissed him goodbye.

If Aragorn was to become King, would Boromir be free to spend more time with Théodred? His heart expanded in his chest at the thought. Théodred often talked about making Éomer his heir. Once the war was over, perhaps they could even spend their lives together.

“Boromir, is something the matter?”

Boromir startled, drawn out of the rolling plains of Rohan and back into the house of Elrond by Bilbo’s crisp voice. 

“No, nothing. My mind simply began to wander to other matters,” he said quickly.

Bilbo looked at him searchingly, and offered him a knowing smile. “Well my boy, if we do not have the chance to speak again, I wish you and your mysterious lover all the best. Promise me that you will have your happy ending together once this whole business is over, in honour of those of us who never had the chance.”

Boromir looked at the tiny person, with his head of fine white curls and his wrinkled hands. He knew not the exact age of Bilbo Baggins, but one thing he knew for certain was that he had been greatly fortunate to reach it, but was also deeply cursed to have spent so many of those years alone in grief.

“I promise,” he replied.

***

Boromir gave no more thought to the implications of both poems being prophecies until the first night of December, and what it would mean for his future. As evening fell, there was great activity within the forges of Imladris, and the ringing of hammers upon steel could be heard across the valley. When morning came, Boromir went to the Hall of Fire and happened to hear part of a conversation between a couple of the younger hobbits (for this is what he had now learned they called themselves).

“-I am so tired, Merry, you would not believe it. Do Elves not sleep at all? Can they not make swords during the daytime?”

“But Pip, that was not just any sword. Did you not hear? They have reforged Strider’s sword. The blade that was broken, and all that. It’s just as Bilbo said. He’s going to be a king!”

#lotr #lord of the rings #fanfic #bilbo baggins #bagginshield #boromir #borodred #rivendell #missing scene

[laurfilijames]

Fili (The Hobbit)

Modern AU's

Slow Burn (Modern Fili x OFC Prim)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Wild Horses (Modern Fili x OFC Prim)

Part 1 Part 2

Insatiable (Modern Fili x OFC Prim)

Remedy (Modern Fili x OFC Prim)

Durin's Garage (Mechanic Fili x female reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

In Your Arms

Incandescent (Modern Fili x female reader)

Part 1 Part 2

Serve and Protect (Police Officer Fili x female reader)

Part 1 Part 2

Guarding Your Heart (Bodyguard AU Fili x OFC Lucy, co-written with @guardianofrivendell ) Masterlist

Canon-verse

Golden Hour (Fili x reader)

Not That Exhausted (Fili x female reader)

Part 1 Part 2

Talk You Out Of It (Fili x female reader)

Desired Effect (Fili x female reader)

NSFW Alphabet (Fili x female reader)

Warmth and Solace (Fili x reader)

Cruelty of Time (Fili x female reader)

Ravished and Ravenous (Fili x female reader)

Spark To A Flame (Fili x female reader)

Part 1 Part 2

Hide (Fili x female reader)

Part 1 Part 2

Admit It... (Fili x female reader)

Gilded In Gold (Fili x female reader)

Someone Like You (Fili x OFC Fenna, co-written with @guardianofrivendell ) Masterlist

#laursmasterlist #fili #dean o'gorman #fili x female reader #fili smut #the hobbit

[sotwk]

As I plot out my headcanons and detailed story/history timeline for Thranduil, I realize more and more just how much this poor king lost and suffered as a result of Sauron choosing the Woodland Realm as the headquarters for his comeback.

In SotWK-verse, here is the tally of Thranduil's losses:

His wife. The single love of his life. His soulmate, his primary source of light and comfort, his very heart. She should have been his companion for life, and now he must wait for who knows how long to see her again in Valinor.

His sons. They were good kids; he adored them and they worshipped him. He started with 5, and by the end of the Third Age, he is left with 1. He loses them one by one, each as a result of fighting the Enemy. You hear all those stories of parents driven mad by the loss of one child; multiply that four times. He even loses Legolas emotionally because of their grief. Honestly, how Thranduil managed not to fade from heartbreak makes him the strongest elf in Arda. His is a Silm/First Age-level tragedy.

His home. He once had a beautiful palace that he had built for his wife and their family, where all his children were born and over a thousand memories were made. He was forced to abandon it and move elsewhere like a refugee due to the Dol Guldur infestation.

His realm. At its height, his kingdom once spanned the entirety of Greenwood the Great. Check the maps--that forest is MASSIVE. It was home to the largest elven population in Middle-earth, and his people were happy and prosperous. As the darkness spread from Dol Guldur, his lands shrank as they retreated not only to a small corner in the north-east, but they were driven into underground halls, away from the stars and open spaces they loved. Elves died and ceased to reproduce as they once did, so their numbers shrank too. (Still did not stop the badass Elvenking from fielding an army at BotFA.)

His pride and legacy. In the first part of the Third Age, the Woodland Realm had a thousand years of peace and prosperity under Thranduil's rule, but they were pretty quiet and humble about it. His family was generous and extended goodwill and aid to outsiders who sought or needed it. But when the Woodlands darkened under the Necromancer's influence, outsiders were quick to rename the kingdom, "Mirkwood", or "The Forest of Great Fear", and call his people "more dangerous and less wise". That's what people chose to remember and talk about, not the years of Thranduil's Golden Age. Furthermore, help did not come from other kingdoms in Mirkwood's long struggle, but certain people got angry at Thranduil for not sheltering them when they were attacked and driven from their home. (How does it feel, Thorin? (I still love you, though.))

I mean... it really looks like he lost EVERYTHING because of Sauron, doesn't it? Because he refused to abandon his people, and chose to stay and fight with everything he had.

So maybe he's a bit of a cantankerous, ruthless, closed-up bastard in the events of The Hobbit. Can you blame him? A lesser being would probably be a homicidal, ultra-paranoid maniac after suffering so much. He deserves to behead every orc he comes across, no questions asked. I'm all for mercy, but even I give his rage a pass on this one.

How awkward that I try to keep my blog a source of positive vibes, yet I am writing about the life and family of an utterly tragic character! (I need to make sure I maintain an appropriate fluff-to-angst ratio!!!) But I think the reason I feel compelled to point all of this out repeatedly is to remind y'all: King Thranduil Oropherion is amazingly strong of will, mind, and heart to continue ruling and protecting his people, fighting against Sauron even after he's been beaten down repeatedly for centuries. He always gets back up--stubborn, brave, and unbowed.

For more SotWK/Thranduil headcanons: My Masterlist

#thranduil oropherion #king thranduil #the elvenking #sotwk headcanon #thranduil headcanon #the hobbit #lotr headcanon #the hobbit headcanons #legolas #lotr elves

[nocompromise-noregrets]

Empty Vessel-'verse headcanons: Thranduil

So, approximately a million years ago (as in, LAST MAY OH MY GOD) I did a poll asking who I should do headcanons for in My Heart Is An Empty Vessel-'verse. Thranduil won by a long way, and I sat down to write them down...and then completely forgot to post them. Then @tildabardsdotter11 commented on the poll post the other day to ask for Tilda, and I remembered again. So here is Thranduil, and Tilda is coming up next!

Westron is his third language, and although he’s fairly fluent, probably from the Last Alliance, he hasn’t had occasion to speak it in a very long time, hence how formally he speaks: he does not use contractions, he has a distinct accent, he speaks quite slowly, and sometimes he has to ask for a word, or make one up.

He gives absolutely everyone he cares about Sindarin nicknames. Bard and Auriel (his wife) are both ‘meleth-nín’ (my love) and Auriel is also ‘calan-nín’ (my light-of-day), while Maudie (Bard’s wife) is ‘galad-nín’ (my sunlight/sunshine); Sigrid is ‘melinettë-nín’ (my dear girl), Bain is ‘maethor-nín’ (my warrior), Tilda is ‘pen-neth’ (little one, literally young one), Lotta (Bain’s wife) is ‘dess-muin-nín’ (my dear young maiden, although Lotta says it never really suited her and it really doesn’t once she’s properly grown up, but she loves it anyway), Brand is ‘brôg-tithen-nín’ (my little bear), and his sister Astrid is ’fileg-nín’ (my little bird). I don’t know what he calls Brand’s other sister Ingrid, it hasn’t come up yet. And of course Legolas is ‘lass-nín’ (my leaf). Tauriel is ’hanariel-nín’ (my niece, literally ‘brother-daughter’) because he and Auriel adopted her when she was very small, and she called them ‘adarhanar’ and ‘adarmuinthel’ (uncle and aunt, literally father-brother and father-sister).

He did not want or mean to close himself away from his children after Auriel died, but he found he couldn’t help himself; he was so devastated by her death that he could do nothing else. He has regretted this ever since, and he is determined to do better this time around.

He is terrified of what will happen when Bard dies (with good reason, as it turns out), but he is determined to at least try and take the family’s advice and try to deal with his grief as the humans do, by remembering the lost loved ones, talking about them, sharing stories and eventually learning to smile at the thought of them.

He rules entirely alone, without councillors or advisers. Feren is his lieutenant, but only in military matters (although he does end up acting as regent while Thranduil spends all the time he can in Dale).

He is not an alcoholic or a party animal. He likes his wine, that’s all. There’s a difference.

He is very wise, and very powerful; how else has he managed to hold off the creeping evil from Dol Guldur for so long? He learned magic from Melian and uses it to maintain the wards and enchantments on the Woodland Realm.

He was born and spent his earliest years in Doriath, where his father was high up in the court of Thingol and Melian. Auriel was the King and Queen’s adopted daughter (her birth parents were one of the court ladies and Celegorm, don’t ask, she doesn’t like it), and the pair of them were betrothed by their fathers, despite not having very much time for each other; they decided to make a go of it and ended up very deeply in love.

Dior was a friend of his, and for a short while rather more than that - but only for a short while. Nobody knows about this except Auriel and, much much later, also Bard.

After the fall of Doriath, they went East with Thranduil’s parents and eventually settled in the Greenwood, assimilating into the Silvan population there.

Legolas was born in roughly TA1900, and was only a child when his mother died in battle at the gates of Gundabad. Thranduil could not reach her body to bring her home and bury her; all he could salvage was her white knives (which she had forged herself in Doriath) which he took from the body of an Orc who had thought to steal them. Later, Legolas carries them as a blessing and protection from his mother.

Thranduil received his dragonfire injuries in battle some time in the Second Age but before the Last Alliance. Elrond was also there, and treated him on the battlefield, then he and Auriel spent several years in Imladris while Thranduil healed and learned the glamour that hides his wounds from Elrond and Gandalf. This is why he doesn’t particularly like either of them; he feels indebted to them and his pride finds that very difficult to take.

He was not expecting what happened in Dale; he was not being altruistic when he turned up with his army and his wagons full of supplies for the Lake-town refugees, all he cared about was getting back his wife’s gems (she had taken them to the Dwarves to commission something like the necklace she had made herself, to be made from the remaining gems, but then she fell in battle and Thranduil didn’t go back for a long time, by which point the Dwarves, several generations later, had forgotten the arrangement that had been made). But there was something about the Dragonslayer and his simple, straightforward honour and his determination to do right by his people, that broke through the walls of ice that Thranduil had built around himself over the centuries. After that they went pretty much head over heels for each other in five minutes flat, as Sigrid likes to put it.

There are probably more, but I can't remember them off the top of my head - I'll come back and reblog this with additions if I think of them!

#lotr #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit fanfic #thranduil #bard/thranduil #barduil #my heart is an empty vessel #headcanons #empty vessel-'verse headcanons #my writing

[viola-ophelia]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @curufiin <3 thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

36! that sounds like a lot, but they're almost all oneshots and twoshots lol

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

145,180

3. What fandoms do you write for?

my three main fandoms are turn: washington's spies/amrev/18th century history, tolkien (silm, lotr, and the hobbit), and pirates of the caribbean, but i've written for a handful of other fandoms too. i've pretty much retired from marvel fic, but i've written a bit of that, and i've also written one (1) bridgerton and one (1) avatar: the last airbender fic lol.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

grieving for the living (273)

life is beautiful, but you don't have a clue (210)

lightning strikes (maybe once, maybe twice) (119)

never seen a love as pure (95)

be earnest and repent (88)

but these numbers don't reflect that the majority of my fics only have around 10-20 kudos! that's just the nature of writing for small fandoms like turn lol :3

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try to respond to every single comment, including on fics from years ago! i haven't been perfect at it this year since i've been so busy, but know that i read and deeply appreciate every single comment.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh gosh, this is a hard question because i'm an angst writer at heart. i do tend to prefer writing angst with a happy ending, but i've definitely written a few fics with purposefully devastating endings lol. i think i'd probably say the crown hangs heavy on either side - a turn AU that explores the idea of john andre and ben tallmadge switching places in the narrative - has the angstiest ending, since it actually has two alternative endings, and they're BOTH sad af lol.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

either the second chapter of sweet nothing (where i attempted to write a happy ending for jpeg) or never seen a love as pure, which is a very silly celegorm/aredhel fic where i imagined them both surviving the first age and ending up becoming tom bombadil and goldberry (i know it's a crazy concept but trust me, it kinda works lol).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i've never gotten any legitimate hate comments, luckily! the closest thing i've gotten to hate is that i have gotten a handful of comments nitpicking canon/historical accuracy, which used to annoy me (because when i deviate from canon/history, whether in a big or a small way, it's almost always intentional and for the sake of the story rather than me just being a dumbass who didn't realize haha) but now i just ignore them. but i will say, the funniest/most memorable one of these i've ever gotten has to be the time someone commented on my a:tla fic (bury it and rise above) to inform me that "jeggings don't exist in the avatar universe" HAHA.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do sometimes write smut, but i almost never publish it because i generally prefer my published work to be PG-13 lol. (i think only maybe 2-3 of my published fics have some hints of fairly tame smut in them?) when i do write smut, it's usually M/F with a focus on reversing/subverting traditional gender roles.

10. Do you write crossovers?

i'm not the biggest fan of crossovers (i find that they're generally a bit unwieldy since merging two universes and two casts of characters into one is A Lot, and they're also pretty hard to do in a realistic and serious way - they tend to read as/verge toward crackfic territory for me) so i've never written one personally.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

*knocks on wood* no lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not really, but i have co-brainstormed fics before - particularly the two silm AUs in this series, where @areyoutrueorfalse was instrumental in shaping the plots lol. (and of course the legendary harpson & caroline turn verse, which has yet to see the light of day but is one of my favorite things i've ever written!) @curufiin has also helped me craft some great fic ideas, especially with figuring out simcoe and andre's dynamic in power and control.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

either jpeg (john andre/peggy shippen) or celegorm/aredhel for canon ships, but for oc/canon, anne/beckett, aka anntler (iykyk @ chaos clan lol)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

ugh... the john andre turns au ;-; idk if that thing is ever resurrecting at this point but i wish i could magically complete it lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

characterization!! i really take pride in getting my characterization just right, and i think it's definitely the aspect of my writing that i've gotten the most positive comments about. i also famously write a LOT of character studies (i'm pretty sure it's my most-used tag on ao3 lol).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i'm not very good at coming up with creative original plots, which is why i tend to write canon-compliant or slightly canon-divergent stories rather than full-on, innovative AUs (unless i have someone to brainstorm with <3).

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i'm generally not a fan because i feel like it makes fics less accessible and more clunky to read. however, i also don't personally speak any other languages (except for some really rusty french) so i don't think it's something i'd ever do anyway lol. when i write a character who speaks another language (or tolkien elves, since they all technically speak various forms of elvish lmfao) i prefer to use dialogue tags, like

"'[english sentence],' he said in spanish."

"he said something in spanish that [MC who doesn't speak spanish] couldn't understand."

19. First fandom you wrote for?

in terms of published fic, it was lotr, but in terms of (thankfully) unpublished fic, i believe it was hamilton HAHA

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

it's like 3 years old at this point, but i will always be so proud of grieving for the living :)

i'm tagging @deathicus-sling @tallmadgeandtea @musicboxmemories and anyone else who wants to do this! sorry if you've already been tagged haha

#tag game #writing

[lucigoo]

Weekly Roundup : 24th March - 31st March So I had a pretty productive week this week. I amanged 25,235 words this week, hitting my monthly goal of 40,000 words by writing 72,341 words all month.

Ihave also uploaded 5 things on Ao3, one a new chapter fo my HP/Hobbut crossover and 2 chapters to my corgi fic. Anyway, recs first <3

If I could give my breath away (I would) - StupidFatPenguin - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, even with having lost his memory, Thorin is so precious in hiw quikly he falls in love Bilbo.)

(s)wiped out - I_did_not_mean_to, sandwich11213 - The Hobbit - (undercurrent of Bilbo/Thorin, the Bagginshield is subtle, but beautiful, and worth the entire fic to get to it this is a work of art, both the fic and the actual art)

When Buttercups Wither Verse - In_love_with_writing002 - The Witcher (Gen, a lovely little Jaskier centric what if series. its clever, funny and cute imo)

Dear Enemy - GingerTodgers - Harry Potter (Harry/Draco, lovely little letter fic, its adorable)

Worlds separated by a garden fence. - TheCuriousCat - The Hobbit (Fem Bilbo/Thorin, one of my fave series, Durins are fae and Bilbo is BAMF!)

Where I go, will you still follow? - ghostinthelibrary - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier, very suspensful read)

Now for my fics, theres a few this week so hopefully someone enjoys something <3

I want you right here, where you belong:Home with us - My 100th fic, with chapter 2. This will be a long slog fic i think, but im in love with it. Thorin has moved to "The United Kingdoms" with his friends and family. Follow his life as he ends up an unexpected father, Uncle and husband, and extends his family with wizards, witches, centaurs, goblins and, sadly, elves.

ABC's of Avoiding Bullying and Crying A cute litt kid fic one shot. All races have the same lffe span

Thorin is a big grown up 7 year old dwarf. Frerin is a little 5 year old dwarf who is usally bugging Thorin and his friends to play. So why didn't he bother them on this day, and who was he with?

A Home, A Pack, A Place of Love - Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 - I have uploaded 2 chaps of this sepcial fic that i for Razzy's bday and part of my animal Au series (which im still in love with) Bilbo is a corgi and he has become the guardian of a traumatised little corgi pup. He has to leave their cosy home and hope for the best. For him and Frodo. Hopefully he will find a ew place to call home, a new family for him and Frodo, hopefully they will thirve.

The Last Durin Princess returns home - A Dos-centric fic exploring her grief.

The Last Durin Princess returns home, but home is a tomb. A place with ghosts. With her dead borther and her dead sons. When home is no longer home, all it is is a place of pain and heart break. What is the last of her line supposed to do? How is she supposed to go on?

#bagginshield #The Hobbit #Dis #Jaskkier #The Witcher #Harry Potter #draco/harry #geralt/jaskier #Gen #Kid fic #Fem Bilbo

[angst-fairygodmother]

I petition for a jealous samwise gamgee x reader fic. I've requested this before but I don't know what happened to it. I love you and your work sincerely hope a fun time writing for you. Goodluck godbless

A/N: Hello lovely, you are absolutely right that you requested this quite some time ago. I lost it in the shuffle of things (rip my accidentally deleted wip list) and it completely slipped my mind! I hope you will forgive me, and enjoy :) Word Count: 2255 Rating: G - flirting, jealousy, alcohol

Samwise Gamgee was the sort to drive girls mad. He was sweet, in a bumbling sort of way, always ready with a shy smile or a stumbled verse, and gentle, and steady. He knew the value of an honest day's work, and he was always there to support his friends, figuratively or, after a long night at the Green Dragon, literally, making sure they made it safely to bed and had water and a soothing herbal tea ready when they woke with a horrible hangover. 

Though you weren't as close with him as Master Frodo Baggins (no one in all the Shire was) you were lucky enough to count yourself among Sam's dearest friends, and had been all your life on account of your father's sister being thick as thieves with the Gaffer's late wife, Sam's dear mother. And you would be lying if you said your heart didn't flutter like a dove when his soft blue eyes turned on you, not staring exactly but making it clear that he was listening with undivided attention. But you knew his own lay with pretty, sweet, golden-curled Rosie Cotton, another one of your dear friends, and never desired to interfere, placing both their happiness above your own.

~

You giggled, bringing a hand to your mouth to hide your smile as a younger Bracegirdles — of Hardbottle, as opposed to some lesser Bracegirdle cousin that might be out there in theory somewhere — whispered a joke into your ear, ostensibly in order to be heard over the noise of the crowd’s singing and the band in the corner, but you were pretty sure it was in part to try to make you blush. They had been rather attentive to you in the past few weeks, and though you had no real interest in courting them, you welcomed the attention, it was nice to feel wanted after all.

Even if, you thought bitterly, it wasn’t by the person you would have hoped. Your eyes fell to him in the crowd, sitting in a corner and nursing a drink while Frodo and his cousin Pippin Took and their friend Merry all swayed and sang along to the music, cajoling Sam to join in. He looked miserable, frowning at his drink as if he thought to find the Gaffer’s fertilizer floating in it, and your heart ached to go to him and try to put a smile on his face. But you were not Rosie, who wasn’t working tonight (which you were sure was the cause of his obvious foul mood), so you stood no more chance than the lads did.

When your proffered paramour suggested they go to get you a second ale, you heartily agreed, despite having not finished the first, if only to get a moment’s peace from their attentions. You couldn’t help a sigh of relief as they swaggered off, which quickly turned to a gasp of surprise when a new hobbit appeared at your elbow.

“Oh! Sam!” you said, reflexively pressing a hand to your chest as if to hold in your racing heart, “I didn’t see you there.” 

“You and Leopold are looking awfully chummy,” he said glumly in place of a greeting.

You frowned, eyebrows dipping low. You hadn’t even remembered his first name until that moment. But he was right that you had been taking the affection where you could, even if it really meant nothing to you and you wouldn’t think on it again once you were home safely in your family’s hobbit hole for the night, and you worried for a moment that you might be giving the wrong idea.

“He’s quite nice, for a Bracegirdle,” you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “There’s nothing wrong with getting to know him better, is there?”

“Getting to know him better?” Sam scoffed, sounding almost angry with the prospect, and making your puzzled feeling sink further in. “The way he was hanging on you, have you set a wedding date yet?”

“Excuse me?” Now you were getting upset, and set your drink down heavily on the table so that you could turn to Sam more fully, hands planted on your hips. 

“I’m just saying, as it were, that you were a lot more chummy with him than most people.” Even in the smoky taproom you could tell that his cheeks were reddening and he stumbled over his words. “It was practically flirting. Ain’t nothing wrong with it, but that it’s fast. I’ve never seen you talking to him before, and…and…” he trailed off.

“And what, Sam?” you demanded, feeling your own anger and embarrassment heating at the back of your neck. “You’re not my father, and it’s hardly any of your business who I might be talking to, especially when your attention is so focused elsewhere. How do you know it’s my first time talking to Leonard, when you’re always distracted moon-eying after Rosie?”

“Leopold,” the hobbit in question said suddenly, stepping between you and Sam to place the drinks on the table, and then withdrawing, a dejected expression marring his features that had been so lively earlier. You knew you should feel guiltier, but you were distracted by your own indignation, and the strange way that Sam was looking at you. 

“I…” Sam stared open-mouthed at you for a moment longer before turning and fleeing, back to the safety of his friends in the corner and leaving you alone and humiliated. 

With a groan and a roll of your eyes, you drained your first tankard and left the second on the table, walking out of the Green Dragon in the hopes that the cool evening would soothe your temper.

~

You didn’t see Sam for several days after that, though you did occasionally catch glimpses of Merry and Pippin, usually looking over at you and then ducking their heads together conspiratorially and giggling. It felt odd, being in this unspoken fight with your best friend, but your pride stopped you from being the first to apologize. After all, you hadn’t done anything wrong but try to move on from the unrequited love you felt for him. 

As the sun began to set and the spring evening air grew chilly, you set down your sewing and sighed, placing your face in your hands to scrub away the tiredness. Soon you would have to move inside and light a candle if you were going to continue working, and the prospect felt miserable, another night spent alone. 

Suddenly, you felt your basket snatched away from where it sat by your feet, and looked up just in time to see someone — you didn’t want to accuse or assume, but at least one of them was finely dressed for being a hobbit, and his dark hair was wild in a way that only Frodo’s could be described as — disappear around the corner of the lane with your things. With a cry of outrage and surprise, you stood quickly, gathering your skirts at your hip, not caring that your bloomers showed since there was no one around, and chased after them. 

The lanes were empty and it shocked you how refreshing it felt to simply race along them, the cool evening air kissing your cheeks and toying with your hair. Your eyes didn’t ache from squinting at stitches, your hands didn’t ache from where the needle slipped, and most importantly, your heart didn’t ache for all the love you thought you lost. 

And then the ache you felt was much more real as you crashed headlong into someone else. 

“Woah, careful,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you, and unintentionally drawing your faces close. “Are you alright?”

Your cheeks heated rapidly as you stared into those concerned blue eyes, and words failed you for a moment.

“Oh, hi Sam. Sorry. I was just–” you realized that you were still holding your skirts, bloomers exposed for all the world, and more importantly him, to see. Your face felt like it was on fire as you dropped the gathered cloth and stumbled back to smooth it down, the motion catching his attention and causing his ears and cheeks to turn pink. 

“What’s got you in such a hurry?” he smiled shyly at you, though the rest of his face remained puzzled and you had to fight back a laugh at his endearing expression. 

“Someone thought tonight was a good night for pranks, so I’m trying to get my sewing back. I didn’t mean to bump into you…”

“Oh, how odd. My gardening gloves also grew legs. But I figured they’d get bored eventually. Yours went a bit farther though, I don’t blame you for running.”

As you spoke, you heard giggling from around the corner that confirmed your earlier suspicions of the three culprits. But instead of being angry, you couldn’t help being grateful. This conversation, stilted though it was, felt so much better than the days of silence, enough that you were ready to swallow your pride to make sure it continued.

“Listen, Sam,” you found yourself unable to look at him, instead studying the rocks on the path between you while you spoke. “About the other day…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he assured you, looking sheepish. “I shouldn’t have gotten so mad…”

“Why…why did you?” your voice was soft, hesitant. 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No.” Your heart raced like a bird beating against your chest, trying to escape your ribcage. You knew what you wanted the answer to be, but it almost felt like too much to hope. 

“I…well I was jealous…of Leopold.” His cheeks were as red as the Gaffer’s prize tomatoes and you felt your eyes widen. 

“Wait, what? Why would you ever be…?”

“The way he was making you laugh, and how light and happy and beautiful you were. I wanted to be the one doing that.”

“You did?”

“Of course I did. You’ve been my best friend for our whole lives.”

“Oh.” Of course that was what it was. You felt your heart sink. Sam had always felt strongly for all of the people in his life, it was one of his best features, and so seeing you having fun with someone else, especially while he was miserably longing for Rosie instead would hurt him. Of course. 

“And then when you said something about Rosie, I got so angry.” He bit his lip and then rushed to add. “At myself of course, not at you. I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid. And then, I guess I was embarrassed.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

“Well it’s just…there I was getting jealous and upset when I had never said anything, and given you all the wrong ideas, and I had no right to that, and I felt foolish, and didn’t know how to fix it.” 

“Wrong ideas? Said anything? Sam, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to confess that you’re in love with me. But surely that’s not the case, so I must be missing something, and need you to be clearer.” Your laugh as you spoke was high and forced, but it was all you could do.

Sam sighed and shook his head, stepping close and raising a hand to try and cradle the back of your head. You startled, stumbling back from him, eyes wide and heart racing even faster if that was possible.

“What are you doing Sam?”

“Will you just trust me for a second?”

“I always trust you,” you said earnestly, relaxing as he reached again to touch you. 

A breath later, his lips were brushing yours, and one of his hands was cradling the back of your neck, fingertips in your hair, and his other hand was holding yours. Your skin lit up, feeling like a thousand of Gandalf’s fireworks were sparking where Sam touched you.

“Oh.” You breathed when he pulled away, all too soon. 

“Now do you understand? I love you, I’ve always loved you.” 

“But what about Rosie…?” you wanted to kick yourself, but your mind hadn’t quite caught up to the rest of reality, so it tumbled out. 

Thankfully, he laughed, the sound bright and beautiful and making your poor heart do a flip. “Rosie’s just a friend. Didn’t it ever occur to you that every time I was looking in her direction ‘moon-eyed’ it was because you were right beside her?”

It hadn’t.

“Oh Sam, I’m sorry. I never thought…I mean I wished but…” you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you smiled at him. When he smiled back just as bright, the world felt clearer and sharper than it had in a long time. “I love you too. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Don’t be. We were both fools, and it’s past now. We can make up for the time, if you’ll let me court you?”

“I would like nothing more.” You threaded your fingers with his, stepping close in the hopes of kissing him again.

But alas, it didn’t come, the moment interrupted by whoops of delight as Pippin, Merry, and Frodo, and to your shock Rosie herself, all burst from the bushes where they’d been hiding with your purloined things. You couldn’t help but laugh as they threw their arms around you and Sam in a messy group hug before tugging you both down the road toward the Green Dragon for a celebratory drink.  Kissing and courting would have to wait, but at least, with your hand in his, you knew that it wouldn’t be only in your dreams.

#Samwise Gamgee x Reader #Lord of the Rings fic #I may have taken writing Tolkien fic as an excuse to write like Tolkien in long rambling sentences #and also this made me realize it's been a while since I watched the movies and there's not a ton of Sam-only clips online #so characterizations miiiight be rough #but I hope it's good #and worth the wait #jealousy fic #misunderstanding and miscommunication

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Top 9 Books

tagged by @rosieposiepuddingnpie (this is such a fun tag!!! thank you!!!)

these are in no particular order, just 9 of my absolute faves

1. The Scorpio Races - Maggie Stiefvater (this is THE perfect fall book. PERFECT.)

2. Red Rising - Pierce Brown (sci-fi but make it for the fantasy reader and also feel INSANELY real)

3. A Psalm for the Wild-Built - Becky Chambers (cozy, cozy fantasy/sci-fi. this made me unexpectedly burst into tears)

4. Down Among the Sticks and Bones - Seanan McGuire (every book in the every heart a doorway verse is immaculate but this one… yeah.)

5. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien (it’s been my favorite book since I was 10 cmon)

6. Beartown - Fredrik Backman (check tw’s on this one! but an absolutely heartwrenching story that’s about hockey, but not really)

7. Circe - Madeline Miller (I read this first when it came out and then again this year and. this is a heavy hitter)

8. Mongrels - Stephen Graham Jones (werewolf horror (kind of) but elevate it in every single way possible)

9. The Bear and the Nightingale - Katherine Arden (Slavic folklore-based fantasy - the PERFECT winter read and the whole trilogy is amazing)

no pressure tags!! I just wanna see what y’all like to read :)) : @stilinskiderek @missanniewhimsy @elisela @outtoshatter @derekhalesbian

#about me #tag game #these books don’t really have a collective vibe #but I highly recommend all of them so much

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Writer Asks

Thanks for the tag @myfavouritelunatic and @thrillofhope and @pursuitseternal and @demonscantgothere ❤️

1) How many works on AO3?

17

2) what’s your AO3 word count?

889,221

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Rings of Power and the Silmarillion at the moment

Some Star Wars Second Trilogy fics before that

4) what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I could be your King - (1,217) WIP, Saurondriel, Rings of Power AU, 160k, Rated E

I Found You - (233) WIP, Gingerrose, Star Wars ST Cottagecore AU, 66k, Rated E

A mirror so dark and enchanting - (212), Gingerrose, Reylo, Star Wars ST, Fix-It AU, 20k, Rated E

Burn - (176), Saurondriel, Silmarillon, Years of the Trees AU, 14k, Rated E, Part 3 of a Series

The Chieftain’s daughter - (162), Gingerrose, Star Wars ST AU, 16k, Rated M

5) Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I cherish every single one and always respond, even if it might take longer than planned.

6) What fic did you write with the angstiest ending?

I am unable to do really unhappy or tragic endings...even if I sometimes like to read them... Does not mean there is not a lot of angst in my fics. But they always end on a hopeful or happy note. The most angsty is probably Incinerate, my Melkor/Varda romance. But I am writing a sequel that will have a happy ending for them so not sure it counts.

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

The Fuel to the fire series leaves Artanis and Mairon at a happy point at their relationship after part three of the series... there will be more to come though (and more drama 😂). All my finished Gingerrose fics have HEA’s as well.

8) do you get hate on fics?

Yes once. I wrote a Gingerrose DubCon story (well tagged) that got me my first and only hate comment.

9) do you write smut? If so, what kind?

YES! 😂 very varied. Sometimes more poetic, sometimes more kinky... I do have some T rated fics as well though. I am a sucker for tension, so expect a lot of build up.

10) crossovers?

Not so far.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully not.

12) have you had a fic translated?

No, don’t think so.

13) have you ever co-written a fic?

No, not officially, but I love brainstorming with my buddies Marimo and @pursuitseternal And I do a fluffy one-shot series with the wonderful Eastwynds set in the Incinerate Varda/Melkor verse.

And the insanely talented @marimosalad has done art based on scenes from my stories.

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

SOOOO hard. But ...probably Zutara and Dramione because those ships brought me to fanfiction.

Honestly every I obsessed about every ETL ship known to mankind at some point. I love crack pairings as well though.

And honestly just the dark guy falling for a strong woman who brings him to his knees 😉

😂 I searched Sauron/Galadriel after the Hobbit movies...Feel so vindicated this turned from crack to canon!

15) what’s a Wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of my Gingerrose WIPs I fear. I just kind of fell out of love with the ship.

16) what are your writing strengths?

Descriptions. I am told very often my stories feel very epic and cinematic in scope.

I also love doing different POVs and giving each a distinct voice and feel.

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

Mmh, I am not a native speaker so I feel my dialogue could be smoother sometimes. 

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Yes, but sparingly. I do hate it myself if I have to scroll somewhere to know what is said.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Fanfiction.net days... lost the account though... perhaps better that way 😂

20) Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I could be your King is my grande epic and I love it to pieces. I am so excited to see it to its end even if I think it will be a year or two more.

That said Incinerate snuck its way into my heart... I hated Melkor before writing from his POV and now I can’t get enough from the dynamic with Varda and Manwë. This is also the one fic that gives me ideas for a original story I might write one day...

Tagging @coraleethroughthelookingglass@scriberated @eowyn7023 @klynnvakarian @jhalya @rebelrebelwrites @nenyabusiness

#fanfic #my writing #my stuff #ao3 stuff #writer's life