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PHILOMENA CUNK MEDIEVAL CASTLE MONOLOGUE TRANSCRIPT
(somehow, no one has posted this script online, so hopefully this saves a few people from having to painstakingly transcribe the clip like I did)
Standing here now in whatever castle this is, I can't help but wonder what life must have been like in medieval times, because medieval times aren't happening anymore, so wondering is my only option. But just imagine it, here in the central atrium, the table is laid out for a feast. People are bashing tankards together and laughing. The table is bedecked in haunches of venison. Blackbird pie, roast goose inside a pig, the full works. Little bowl of plums there-I think that's a side dish. Over here, peasents are toing and froing in their finery. A knight clanking by in his armor. In this corner someone's playing medieval flute music, and in front of that, a jester jumping up and down in his little bells. There's a big sort of ogre thing watching, enjoying the sight of that. Then up at this end the King's sitting on his throne, next to the queen, a bishop, and a rook. They're watching Merlin getting his head chopped off which rolls all the way across the floor to there, where some wild boar gobble it up. Ugh, that is disgusting. You're lucky you can't see that. Suddenly the gaity is interrupted when the glass in the window shatters and an arrow flies into the room. It thuds into this wall, right in the middle of the bayeoux tapestry. Gasps ring out and give way to whispers as Thomas A. Beckett-that's me-pulls the arrow from the wall. (Struggling noises) Hold on! Agh, Christ. The arrow has a message on it. Thomas carefully takes the message off, discards the arrow-(f-ck!!) sorry-unfurls the message, and reads it aloud...it's from Robin Hood threatening revenge on the entire round table for what they did to Gandalf. Another gasp. The jester faints, worried murmors fill the air, and get louder, and turn to screams. It's chaos. The flute goes mental, a dancing bear howls in anguish. Someone starts lodging pigs into a catapult. A space invader floats across the room, shitting a harpsichord made of glass horses on his way to the ground. Finally up at this end, the king stands up, bashing his gavel. He shouts 'order, order!' but in a deep man's voice, with a medieval accent. The castle falls silent. You can hear a pin drop, but not literally, 'off with his head!' he shouts. And that breaks the ice. Everything's okay again, the jester's back up on his feet, the music's up and running, everyone's merrily knocking back the mead. Life in the castle is back to normal, just in time for everyone to suddenly drop dead from plague.
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tolkien-feels · 2 years
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So I don’t know enough about the legendarium for Gandalf dancing like a hobbit to be striking beyond “man with phenomenal cosmic power hits the club with the boys,” could you please elaborate?
It's not too far from what you already know!
What I was thinking of is a passage from the Silmarillion. I'm not 100% sure how familiar you are with all the hierarchies of power, so I'll err on the side of overexplaining it. Gandalf is a Maia - a minor god.
The first time we see Maiar dancing is at a High Feast, and Maiar and elves sing and dance before Manwe and Varda, the king and queen of the gods, who are arrayed in majesty for the occasion.
So Gandalf, who has probably sung and danced before some of the mightiest beings in the universe, is now dancing with hobbits, as joyfully as if he were at a High Feast in paradise, even though it's just a friend's birthday party, unworthy of notice by Men, let alone gods.
And you can take this even further in two different directions.
The first is that Gandalf is in Middle-Earth to help save it!! He's got an important mission, and he's stretched way too thin. It's a problem in both books and movies that he can't be everywhere at once but everywhere needs him. But. He took the time to learn the art of smoke rings and how to dance like a hobbit. That's not important on a global scale, but he loves hobbits, and so he loves what they love, enough to learn it.
The second is that I'm sure there are many talented musicians in the Shire, but. Hobbits like silly and repetitive songs that even Pippin finds too lowbrow for the halls of Denethor. But Gandalf delights in these songs same as a hobbit. Except - Gandalf helped sing the world into being. Not the most talented elf could possibly approach the beauty of the song Gandalf once sang, and there he is twirling around to the sound of fiddles played by creatures who can't even understand the size of a kingdom, let alone of the universe.
It makes me think of how Tolkien describes why, in the infinite vastness of the world, the gods should concern themselves with this small speck of dirt we can Earth.
And this habitation might seem a little thing to those who consider only the majesty of the Ainur, and not their terrible sharpness; as who should take the whole field of Arda for the foundation of a pillar and so raise it until the cone of its summit were more bitter than a needle; or who consider only the immeasurable vastness of the World, which still the Ainur are shaping, and not the minute precision to which they shape all things therein.
That's not quite what the passage is saying, because the context is different, but when I read Gandalf (and I find Ian McKellen's performance one of the most book-accurate), what keeps striking me is that there's nothing too great Gandalf cannot comprehend, but there's nothing too small Gandalf doesn't care about. He will fight for the fate of the world itself, but he will also bicker about pipeweed.
It's just. I don't know, man. Gandalf could be Sauron. They're on the same level, more or less. He could definitely be Saruman. Can you imagine either of them, even at their least corrupt, trying to learn - sometimes getting wrong, even, I presume!!! - the silly little dances of the most unimportant of all the free peoples of Middle-Earth? Because I honestly can't, and I just. I love Gandalf and he's friend-shaped and I've been wanting to hug him since I was 10 because he's good and I trust him 🥺
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rivalsforlife · 2 years
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I watched the 1991 soviet adaptation of the fellowship of the ring, also known as Khraniteli, which according to wikipedia was broadcast once on tv and then lost for thirty years to only resurface last year. which is a miracle. imagine if I never got to see this clip. (sound on for the experience). so thanks marit for letting me know this exists, if you're reading this!
it's in two parts and it's on youtube here and here.
this is actually a very faithful adaptation of the fellowship of the ring. it includes a bunch of stuff the jackson movies cut out, like the old forest, tom bombadil, and the barrow-wights. In exchange for this, it is the most dull movie I have ever watched. I don't have trouble focusing on movies but I was playing video games while watching this second half because I just couldn't bear it anymore. it was the longest hour of my life. the special effects are so awful I'm convinced that the budget of this movie was $10 and someone's cheap gold ring.
changes (that I actually noticed because I was paying attention at these rare moments) in this adaptation include:
frodo at the prancing pony, instead of having the ring slip onto his finger, danced with a lady and everyone stared at him and he got so embarrassed he put it on deliberately to escape. which is incredible.
we don't actually see gandalf die. which is a shame because I was so looking forward to the balrog. they run out of moria because there are orcs, there's a scene of aragorn pretending he's about to fall off of the bridge, then they run outside and they do a headcount and...... gandalf is gone. he "died defending us". I can't believe they robbed us of what a balrog would look like in this. Or maybe we did see him die and I'd stopped paying attention.
galadriel's temptation by the ring is so weak. like she takes the ring for a little bit, there's a flashforward (?) of her just sitting around and crying while holding it, and then she comes back like. I passed the test! WHERE'S "ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR". THAT'S THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE BOOK. anyways she's a "seer" in this and there's no celeborn.
aragorn has a huge scar across his face and also is I think the only character approaching this with enthusiasm. don't think him being a king comes up at all, but in fairness this is just solely a fellowship adaptation so it doesn't matter much.
I don't believe Legolas or Gimli speak at all. and I think Legolas is played by a woman? Not sure if that was a case of they switched Legolas's gender for #feminism or she just was a better legolas than everyone else. for the... two seconds legolas is on screen.
glorfindel still doesn't show up. he just CANNOT catch a break. has he actually been in any lotr adaptation or is he just too cool for movies.
they make the hobbits look small next to tom bombadil but I guess the technology they used to do that was too much or they realized it looked so bad so they didn't do this with any of the other characters, so it just looks like bombadil and goldberry are giants.
almost forgot. pippin is described as "AS STRONG AS AN OX" in this one and he's bigger than the other hobbits, which is funny. the subtitles keep calling him "pin" too. not sure if that's in the original or a translation thing.
some beautiful examples of the special effects in this:
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gandalf's beautiful fireworks
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these guys are just dancing underneath saruman while he's speaking. and he looks like this.
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excuse the youtube bar but man this whole scene was very incredible
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just look at how tiny they are!!
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THIS IS CARAS GALADHON GUYS. DEFINITELY NOT SOMEONE'S OLD DOLLHOUSE.
there's more but I actually don't want to go back and rewatch any of this. it was that boring.
I was going to put this on the list I have of the other adaptations but I genuinely can't figure out how to rank it, because it was pretty faithful to the book in terms of the sequence of events, arguably even more so than the jackson films, but it was so incredibly boring and poorly made that I couldn't bear to even put it above the shadow of mordor video games, because at least those entertained me? so I'll leave it out for now. I'll decide what to deal with it later when the wounds are not so fresh in my heart.
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sauronnaise · 3 years
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Sam: What is Gandalf doing?
Merry: Stick dance?
Legolas: I'm guessing he's spinning around his staff.
Gandalf: It's called POLE DANCE, you illiterate idiots.
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fanpageknight · 3 years
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Could you make your imagine about “The starlight gems being a shattered crystal gem and when Gandalf heals them, you come back to life.” Into a one-shot or fic as a Thranduil x Gem!reader? It sounds soooooo cool
Thranduil x Gn Gem reader
Fluff
Warnings: none
Gems Powers: I wanted to play off the idea that it's a star light gem.
ithildin = starlight
Hopefully I didn't make this to cheese. I might do future fics w/ the gem reader idea but these specific fiction is a one shot.
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It was the end of the battle of 5 armies and Thranduil was in the treasure room of Ernbor to retrieve his precious star light gems. Thranduil ran his fingers through the gems with tears softly dancing down his face. "Those are quite beautiful. I can see why your wife loved them so dearly. " The evlish king looked over his shoulder to see Gandalf approaching. "Yes they are. She always told me how valuable they are." He replied. "But do you know why?" Gandalf question now by the King's side. Thranduil frowned his eyebrows in confusion. "What are you on about?" "So then you don't. I feel a great power coming from those gems. I can't say for sure what it is but it appears to be some sort of soul." Thranduil looked up in shocked. 'A soul?! What do you mean a soul?! Could it be my beloved?' Gandalf raised a hand over the star light gems and closed his eyes. Gandalf could feel something from with in it grabbing his hand carefully as not to startled him. "Free me." The soul said to the wizard. "Stand back your highness. I must try something." The king listened but still questioned Gandalf. Gandalf aimed his staff at the gems and spoke an incantation. "What are yo-" before Thranduil could finish his sentence the star light gems start to shake before shooting into the air. The two on lookers gasped. As the gems spun faster and faster as it started to form one gem the size of a hand. The gem stilled for only a moment before a body of light started to appear around it. "Elerrian? My beloved have you returned to me?" Cried out Thranduil
It all started when you meet the elves queen all those years ago. You had woken up in a forest after falling to middle earth. The Queen took care of you in secret not want to introduce her family to a new species without knowing if they meant harm. She showed you all the love and help she could and in exchange you taught her about yourself. You spoke of how you came from the stars and of your gem.
After a long time the evlish queen, who you learned to be Elerrian, wanted nothing more then to introduce you to her loved ones but that day didn't come instead you were met with war. A war you fought bravely in. On the battle you had come face to face with an opponent who you just couldn't seem to win against. They plugged their weapon deep into your chest to which your body turns into light leaving nothing but a beautiful gem. They opponent laughed in the face of the Queen and stomped on your gem shattering it into hundreds of pieces. Elerrian rampaged to avenge you and when she won she gather every single piece of and give you to her husband Thranduil to protect. "I call them starlight gems and they are the most valuable gems in all of middle earth."
She later dead in battle herself only leaving Thranduil with her son and the gems.
The body became whole and gentle floated downward to the ground. It wasn't Thranduil's queen. "Who are you?!" Thranduil asked upset that he thought there was a moment of hope. You looked around in a hurry. "Elerrian?! Where's Elerrian?!" You asked not knowing what happened after you passed out. "WHO ARE YOU?! How fo you know that name?!" Thranduil intrigued. "My name is y/n l/n. I'm from beyond the stars. On I will ask again." You pulled your weapon from your gem and aimed it at the two strangers. "Where is Elerrian?" Gandalf stepped in front of Thranduil. "I am Gandalf the blue and this is Thranduil the evlish king." You looked at the elf. "Thranduil? Elerrian spoke of you. Where is your queen now?" "Elerrian is no longer with us. She passed on while fighting in battle." Gandalf answered "What?" You started to tear up your dearest friend was gone. "How did you know her?" Thranduil asked. "She found me when I fell to earth... She took me in cared for me... How could I let this happen to her?" "How about we get to somewhere more comfortable to speak." Gandalf suggested.
The three if you spoke in Thranduil war tent. You answered each others questions and mourned together. Thranduil can't stop himself from being awestruck by you. You where a fallen star. You were pure light. Your emotions were so raw and real. Some one finally understood his pain. "Would you like to come back to Mirkwood with me?" Thranduil knew that just because you weren't tiny gems anymore doesn't mean you were any less valuable. He swore to protect you. So he will. "Can I really?" He smiled at you. "Of course it's what Elerrian would want." Gandalf smiled seeing the King's heart soften.
[A few months later]
Thranduil welcomed you into his kingdom with open arms. He made you his right hand man in battle. You abilities blow him away. Every time you spoke of your homeland he was in a days trying to memorialize very word you said.
For the first time in a hundred years Thranduil felt like he was healing. The corpse of his heart bloomed with life.
Today the elves of Mirkwood was throwing their annual star festival and of course you where center of everyone's attention. You conjectured your own outfit out of light and light up whatever room you walked into.
The elves asked you to demonstrate some of your powers so you made your way to the center of the room and held up your hand. To show a small universe.
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Before throwing it up to take over the ceiling. The room ruptured into ohs and awes. Thranduil eyes reflected the galaxy. His face blush out of admiration for you. Elven music start to play. Thranduil made his way to you. "May I have this dance,ithildin?" You smiled at him. "The mighty elf king knows how to dance?" You asked taking his hand. "I'm full of surprises. Just like you." He gives a sweet grin before putting his hand on your waist.
Your stars and planets ultimate the room as the two of you danced. The both if you where lost in each other's eyes. Your gem started to glow as your emotions felt to strong to contain. Thranduil noticed your eyes drifting to his mouth. He lead closer to face and whispered "May I kiss you, ithildin?" You blushed. "Yes" you answered quietly and despite. The elf king closed the gap between you, locking lips. He was warm and gentle with you. His big hand raised to the back of your head afraid the if he stopped he would awake from this peaceful, passionate dream.
As you finally pulled away the sounds around you seemed to come back the Mirkwood elves where cheering for their king and the starlight gem. Even Legolas who had been keeping to himself found himself smiled at the thought of his father finding happiness again. Thranduil rested his forehead on yours. "What a immaculate being you are. To think I would one day be able to hold the heavens in my hand. Y/n there is something I would ever much like to show you. If you'd like to take a walk with me." "Yes of course what is it?" You asked taking his arm. He walked you to the garden and down a path that seemed a little over grown. When you turned the corner you saw a statue of Elerrian covered in vines. "I had come to visit this place just a few nights ago and the most extraordinary thing happened. I heard Elerrian's voice." You looked him shocked. "She told me how grateful she was to see me heal and that it sadden her when I was rotting with grief. She told me about you. How much she'd loves you and how you where a fallen star sent to help not just Mirkwood but all of middle earth." Tears tickled your face as you listened. He turns to you "for the first time since her passing I have felt at peace with it all and with you I feel like a young boy again. Mirkwood would strive with you as a ruler. So y/n my ithildin would you please do me the honor of being my spouse not just for me but for middle earth." You where speechless. "I-...yes, Thranduil. I would be honored." He smiled with waterly eyes and pulled you in for a kiss.
The End
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'DAUGHTER OF THE DEEP' book review
Uncle Rick accomplishes his new masterpiece by mixing the fantastic imagination of Verne with his incredibly relatable modern teenage perspective.
Book: Daughter of the Deep
Author: None other than our Rick Riordan
Rating: 7/5 (I LOVED IT!)
Genre: Sci-fi, Middle Grade
Publisher: Disney- Hyperion (Disney Press)
Type: Stand-alone
SYNOPSIS: After a horrible tragedy changes the course of her life, Ana Dakkar, a freshman prefect of Harding-Pencroft Academy, have to walk back in her predecessors' footsteps when she discovers their elite marine institute is more than just a school.
Recommended by: I think it's Uncle Ricks blog.
Would Recommend: basically everyone coz THIS IS AWESOME! Specifically, if you like sci-fi or Verne.
My Thoughts:
If you think this will be your usual Riordan Rollercoaster, YOU WERE RIGHT!. Not that any of his writings are ever usual.
Daughter of the Deep is the book that will make your inner "child-of-Poseidon" spirit do not just one, but a few hundred happy dances. And as usual, it's a diverse wonderland, and you will be more than willing to go down the rabbit hole. There are even more bonuses waiting for you if you love the writing of Jules Verne, and more specifically, the Captain Nemo books. I fell in love with them the moment I started reading, and after finishing both of the books, there were a hundred different fanfictions in my head about how things could have gone differently. Obviously, Rick Riordan manages to pull it off far more glamorously. I loved how he managed to add a modern-day scientific comparison to Nemo's invention.
I personally think our protagonist Ana Dakkar is the best narrator of Riordan, maybe because I relate to her more. But she is so kind and caring even with all the tragedy in her life. She is what you would describe as a love child of Poseidon and Athena cabin but yet so much more. Along for the ride is Anas best friends, Nelinha da Silva, our fashionista mechanic, and Ester Harding, an excellent problem-solver slash doctor who is the first autistic character in the Riordan books. Also, we can't forget Gemini Twain, brilliant marksman and Ana's rival, who our trio really dislikes. As usual, our Gandalf/Dumbledore/Chiron is Dr Hewett, the Theoretical Marine Science teacher in the Academy, who is honestly way more of a Snape than you would like.
And to finish off, and the kill count is zero.
Just kidding, he kills as many people as usual.
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idjitlili · 3 years
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Oh no, all the hobbits Aragorn.
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Aragorn x reader.
Request for Thatfoolishhuman 'I would love an Aragorn imagine! Could you do one where the Mc is a healer (like, she can make wounds disappear with her hands.) and she patches Aragorn up after a battle and he falls in love with how gentle she is.'
Summary: Imagine being apart of the fellowship, being Gandalf's niece , you learn some stuff from him whether he liked it or not. Basically following the fellowship in secret from Rivendell, until you slipped up.
A/n: Arwen and Aragorn aren't together in this imagine, he still grew up with Elrond. A pitch is a piggyback ride it's the original name for it. Totally didn’t make a meme for this
Word count:2253
Warnings: I'm British, so spelling for certain words differs, such as grey, colour, among other words, don't be mad please.
Growing up around a wizard, especially Gandalf the grey, you learnt a lot. He just left books laying around, books full of spells. Of course Gandalf wasn't really related to you, but he might as well have been. Your parents travelled a lot, so you ended up being around Gandalf most of your childhood.
Gandalf had taught you some basic spells, nothing major, healing spells mostly, children are clumsy. It was no secret your parents didn't like you running through the forests, saying it was too dangerous , general protectiveness, you guess. Many times they proved that they were right, many times you had fallen into traps left for animals. You would've probably bled out, if it wasn't for Gandalf.
Still living with your parents, no longer a child, not knowing what you wanted to do, you parents wanted you to go work in the local bakery, not wanting you to travel around like they did, dangerous times with black riders frequently on the road and such. But of course you didn't want a simple life.
Again your parents had left on business, this time you didn't go to Gandalf's house, you had maybe listened in, when going to visit Frodo , only to see Samwise Gamgee listening under the window. You know how it goes, Gandalf caught him, not you.
You ended up following Frodo, Sam , Merry and Pippin. Life is boring, might as well take a risk, you longed for adventure, like the mister Bilbo. 
Surprisingly the elves had not even noticed you at Rivendell, actually not surprising Gandalf had brought you there many times, so they probably thought you were with him. You had waited in the trees outside Rivendell's gates, for them. 
You hadn't know what was actually going on , or whether there would actually be a quest, but to your lucky there was. Not really lucky for Boromir though... soon enough Frodo and Gandalf had emerged along with 7 others.
You weren't noticed for a long time considering, Frodo's fault completely, when Frodo had fallen down the mountain in the snow, you had been hiding not so great in the snow, and of course Frodo landed facing you. While Aragorn had rushed back to Frodo, Frodo's face was laced with confusion as he stared at you.
"Y/n...?" Frodo had stood up, not realising he had dropped the ring, you rising with your backpack and coat one, with the snow littering your hair.  Aragorn had just stared too moving towards Frodo, carefully, the others travelling down to see what was going on.
"Oh, Frodo!  What are you doing here? I was just out to get some milk for my dinner." Standing calf deep in snow, freezing, yet your facing burning with embarrassment.
"I was wondering when you'd reveal yourself." Gandalf chuckling , of course he knew you were there, but what you didn't know was that Gollum had been not even three feet away from you..  Gandalf had turned back grabbing the ring from Boromir and launching it at Frodo, like he was Michael Jordan.
"Gandalf who is this?" Gimli of all of the fellowship had questioned you, he wasn't afraid to speak his mind.
"Y/n is my niece , now come along we don't have all day."
Thus, you were no longer a stalker , but part of the fellowship. Time had passed and you had lost your uncle, but it didn't feel right, you couldn't process his death, so you pretended he just slipped on some bread and was at home resting.
Soon enough you were all heading for Lothlórien, without realising it, you had stayed close to Legolas at this moment, mostly to bug him.
"If elves are so great, then how didn't you notice me? For all you know I could've been watching you pee, I wasn't but I could've been.  While you was sleeping I could've chopped your hair off and made a wig. Why do you look like your are apart of a dance routine? Why do you float? How does it feel to have a dick for a father?" Rambling on , you are surprised that Legolas doesn't whoop you, he could've, you wouldn't have been able to do much, you aren't the best person at defence.
You couldn't tell if you was annoying Legolas or not, but Gimli had kept smirking your way, as he stomped through the forest.
"Hey, Legolas? "
"Yes, y/n?" Legolas had sighed , he much preferred Gimli antics.
"Can I have a pitch?" But he had just stared at you, frowning, huffing you had walking around Legolas so you was next to Aragorn. Only for your ankle to roll, making you fall into Aragorn, it didn't necessarily hurt but. Aragorn had grabbed you and placed you back onto your feet.
"Um, Aragorn? You know you much better that Legolas..? Can I have a pitch?" You were undoubtedly attracted Aragorn, come on, he looks like a God. Fuck Thor. He didn't even answer just knelt down, allowing you to grip around his neck, and grab your calf's. Carrying on walking with ease.
Raising your eyebrows and smirking at Legolas behind you, he just never showed any emotion, except in that scene with Haldir , where he just smirks creepily in the background.
You weren't particularly close to anyone in the fellowship other than Frodo and Sam. But when Boromir died, yes it was sad, but where did the hobbits go? You had stayed close to Aragorn as he fought down the Uruk-hai as you hid in a tree. Before lifting you down, rushing to dying Boromir.
"They took the little ones,"
"Be still."
"Frodo! Where is Frodo?"
"I let Frodo go."
"Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him."
Kneeling next to Boromir, "The hobbits Aragorn, but we shall get them back." Boromir was too far gone to be saved, the wrong brother died sadly. Boromir eyes had met yours once more , as he smiled , before he finished his speech to his king.
After Boromir was sent home, the fellowship was down to just four, rushing after Merry and Pippin.  "We must hurry! The hobbits Aragorn!" Five minutes of running , and you were already getting a stitch.  This was no time for jokes.
Soon enough Gandalf was alive, and Aragorn was dead, as Théoden had lead you all to helms deep. You had seen Eowyn, oh how heartbroken she was after she found out Aragorn was dead, that bitch knew him for what five minutes, she was already grinding up on him.
You were witch, she was a princess, obviously Aragorn was going to prefer her. Soon enough Aragorn practically marching into helms deep, injured but alive , what's with all the faked deaths.
After Aragorn had done his big speech and everyone had left to get ready for war, you had stayed behind obviously, you didn't want to confront him in front of everyone. "Uh, Aragorn?" You were unsure of yourself, honestly, you can't have a crush on a king. You swear kings have bad hair, lucky Aragorn didn't , look at the British royal family.. now that's embarrassing.
Aragorn had turned Aragorn to face you, waiting for you to speak, he definitely didn't fall from heaven, the Valar decided to test him by shoving him off a cliff.
"Um, I was wondering if I c-could help with those wounds, um, I didn't know if you needed help?" You were sure that your face was probably flushed red, it would be surprising if he could even understand you , as you stumbled over your own words.
Aragorn had nodded , before sitting down near by.  Grabbing the king foil out of your bag , along with other healing herbs, Aragorn had removed his jacket and undone some of the buttons on his tunic. Bringing a stool in front of Aragorn for you to sit.  You weren't about to chew up the kings foil,  tearing it up before trying to gently apply it to the huge gash across his chest.
A small groan had emerged from his lips as you had placed a piece kings foil to the gash too harshly. "Sorry." Looking into Aragorn's bright eyes , for a spilt second before going back to gently placing the kings foil. Aragorn stops you , by grabbing your wrist , not with force, making you look back up at him.
"Do not be sorry, I just fell off a cliff, I've been through worse." A smile reassuring smile plant on his face, but you can only think what is worse than falling off a cliff.
"Okay, sorry, I mean I'm not sorry, you are very intelligent or a king, there's warg! Let's go fight our enemy on the edge of a cliff. Um, actually that's embarrassing because I fell down a well because a owl scared me, I was stuck down there for hours, and then Gandalf found me and used a bucket to get me out. I had to sit in the bucket while he pulled it up."
Aragorn had let go of your wrist , allowing you to continue as you spoke, "you have not changed."
"Pardon?" Aragorn was smiling down at you as your eyebrows scrunched together.
" Last week I saw leaf , hit you in the back of your neck, you jumped three feet in the air." Your face flushed again, as you tried to contain a smile, as Aragorn laughed at you.
"I did not, that was not a leaf, it was a snake!"
"A green round snake, I believe you , y/n" you had stopped applying the kings foil, to put your head between your nerves , to hide your face in embarrassment . "It was a deformed snake."
"Last month, you skidded in mud and fell flat on your back, when Legolas put his hand on your shoulder briefly. Or when you kicked Boromir's cock when he was try-" sitting back up to look at Aragorn.
"You are right, next time it will be you that I will kick." Aragorn could not have shut his legs quicker, making you laugh at him, "I'll have to start wearing a shield."
"Never know when I'll strike, your balls are going to be deformed." Aragorn had gasped at you, as you brought your hand other his wound beginning to heal him as you chanted quietly.
"Such foul language, Gandalf would not approve." Looking up to Aragorn with a small smile, placing your other hand on his shoulder softly, to stop him from moving.  Really the healing didn't take very long, the cut left a blood stain though.  "Stay there," (or you get unprofessional neutering.) Grabbing the water pouch from your bag, and piece of cloth.
Before returning to sit in front of Aragorn with the damp cloth, wiping off the dried blood gently.  You couldn't help but feel like you had done something good today, you got to heal ,clean an very attractive man stopping his wound from getting infected and him dying. 
Plus,he's Aragorn, who wouldn't want to touch his chest.   As you finished, you had look down for your pouch, only to see how blood his hands were. Lifting his hand up to examine it, no way you were a doctor. " How have you not gotten infection? All that Orc blood going into your open wounds." Again having to heal all the  little cuts and slices on his hands.
It was no secret to Aragorn that he had developed a like for you, from the moment Frodo saw you sticking out in the snow like a mole heap.
“Tis the best you are going to be, after this battle you will covered again. Legolas probably glide through here, any minute asking where his beloved is.” Both of you standing up, grabbing your bag, you had leant up to press a kiss to Aragorns cheek, before turning away to head to where the woman and children were, Gandalf’s orders.
Aragorn had stopped you again, by the shoulder, causing you to turn back around. “Y/n, thank you. May I ask for something else?” Aragorns eyes looking into your e/c ones
softly, you had nodded. “Would you accept me courtship?” You had just pressed your lips slow onto his before pulling away.
The door was quickly opened “ARAGORN!” Legolas glided into the room, rushing towards you and Aragorn. Sighing “your beloved is here,” Legolas was stood between both of you, you had to walk around him, to wrap your arms around Aragorn,briefly embracing, before pulling away.
Legolas just stared, “I’m not hugging you too, leg a less, that’s what your name would be if you had no legs, because your legs aragorn”
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