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simbxlmyne · 28 minutes ago
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trust (faramir x reader)
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requested by: @sterling-roses (sorry it still won't tag)
summary: the request of 'spending the day in the library with faramir'
a.n: thank you for indulging me because honestly i'm still simping for faramir my boy deserved better
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With great intent, you ran your finger over the aged page of the book in your hand. Though it may have seemed uninteresting to most in Gondor, reading up on the history of the city had always managed to peak your curiosity. Tales of old, of battles, of loss, of love, and overall resolve gave you immense pleasure, and whenever you had finished your chores for the day, you would head straight to the city's library. Other than the occasional person searching for reference material, the place was usually empty, and you would spend the remainder of your day cooped up with one of the large volumes. Even the smell of the room was a pleasant change from the usual pungent odour of the stables where oft you could be found.
Silence. No sound could be heard within your own personal haven, and you sat perched by the window by the small candle you had lit; the flame was begging to waver, but the remainder of the day reinforced its light, despite the sun setting.
You were so enveloped in your own world that you did not hear the footsteps that entered the room, gentle as they were. Only when a small cough sounded did you finally look up from the page, nearly dropping the book in shock.
Faramir stood in the doorway, adorned in a dark tunic with his hands folded behind his back. You made a movement to compose yourself, feeling almost as though you were a child caught in some mischievous act.
"Apologies, my Lord, I shall leave you," you stammered out, shutting your book.
"No, no, please sit. I did not mean to disturb you; I wasn't expecting to see anyone here," Faramir said with a small smile, closing the door as he strode into the room.
"My thoughts also, my Lord."
"I am not disturbing you, I hope. Please sit back down. This space is for all who wish to use it." You smiled a little, and reached back for your book, filing through the pages in order to relocate where you had been. Silence ensued once again, Faramir wishing to be respectful to your privacy, though you were no longer as focused as you had been. You found yourself reading over the same line twice, a third, a fourth time, as your eyes drifted from the text to observe him whilst he paced about the room. Each shelf he passed he ran his finger across the book spines, brows furrowed slightly in concentration.
"Is there something in particular you're looking for, my Lord?" you asked, though quickly returned your eyes to the book, so as to not appear to be staring.
Faramir gave a small shake of his head. "No, nothing specific. Sometimes I just like to be in this room. It is one of the few quiet places left in Gondor."
You nodded and turned the page, only to realise you had not properly understood what had come before; you began to lose the meaning of the text, forgetting who people were, mixing names up. You dared not turn back, lest he realise your captivation with him.
"What are you reading, if you pardon the intrusion?" You smiled and folded over the cover of the book, placing your hand between the pages. "It is a book on herbal remedies, my Lord. I wanted to learn so that I could be of service if the time came."
"That is a very honourable thing of you to do..."
"(Y/N)," you filled in with a small laugh. How you came to be talking to such a man of his position you could not understand, yet the gentleness residing in Faramir's gaze gave you the impression that you were on equal footing.
"(Y/N)," he said, taking a moment to ponder upon it. "A very beautiful name. I presume you are the librarian then?"
You gave a small laugh, and he too smiled, though his remark had been in earnest. "No, I do not believe there is one, and if there is, it certainly isn't me. I just enjoy reading, I suppose."
"I have never had much time myself," Faramir mused. "There always seems to be somebody calling me somewhere. This is pleasant."
"If my Lord wishes to be alone-"
"No," he chuckled, waving his hand slightly. "I did not mean to sound as if I wanted rid of you. On the contrary-" He turned to face you, arms folding over his chest. "-I very much enjoy your company."
You flushed, though concealed it well by turning your attention out toward the window. The sky was reddening, the soft clouds of day turning pink and slowly beginning to be enveloped by the dusk. It gave you a moment to reflect on your conversation, wondering how it would progress, though you did not have to wait long, as Faramir pulled up a chair to sit before your cubby hole.
"It is a wonderful sight," he observed.
You gave a small sigh and nodded, slightly surprised by his sensitive remark. "It is a sign of relief in such dark times."
It had not slipped past your attention all of the mutterings among the people of Gondor. War was coming: you could sense it. Dark forces were at work, and despite all efforts, you new that evil would plague your once peaceful city. This was your home, where you had spent the majority of your life, and it pained you deeply to imagine it in wreck.
Turning away from the window, you replaced the book in your hands and glanced down at your lap. Faramir noted the change in your face, where once soft and mild, you now seemed plaintive, grieving for events which were yet to happen.
"Only after times of darkness are we able to see the light," he spoke quietly. You turned your head and met his warm gaze. A half-smile was beginning to form upon his lips, and you truly trusted him, despite barely having spoke before. He knew much about endurance, struggling every day with being in the shadow of his brother. Even in death, his father saw him as the lesser man, something you had noticed many a time during your chores. You served the Stewart of Gondor, as did all, yet that did not mean you agreed with his behaviour.
"I am afraid," you admitted.
Faramir paused, pursing his lips slightly. Tentatively, he reached out his hand to where yours still lingered upon your text. When you accepted his touch, he took your hand in his larger one, coarseness contrasting the gentle touch you had. He smiled, and then turned once again to face you.
"I, too, am afraid, (Y/N). But we have friends in many places, and I truly believe that we will not be alone in this fight." Glancing about the room, he observed the masses upon masses of books, despite the room being small in comparison to the hall of his father. Where they lay empty and cold - void of life -, this space was comforting, and the memories held within the pages was like an army in itself.
"So much blood will be shed," you whispered, not wanting to cry before him.
"You have read many of these books, have you not?" Though not quite understanding, you furrowed your brows slightly and gave a nod. "Then I am sure you know that blood is always shed on both sides, and without fighting for what we love, we would be defeated before the fight began. By sitting in our halls and blinding ourselves, we are submitting completely. So in order to protect what we hold dear-" He brought the hand of yours he held up to his lips, and gently pressed a kiss upon your knuckles. "-we must be brave: all of us."
Emotions betrayed you, and the first tear fell upon your cheek. "It is hard to be brave."
"I know, (Y/N), I know that more than anyone." He sighed, moving to collect your tear. "But we must be strong. Trust - trust in me, if you trust no-one else."
He gave your hand a small squeeze, and again you nodded, worried that words would fail you. Faramir smiled once again, now leaning down to pick up your book.
"I am sorry for interrupting you; would it be rude of me to ask you to read aloud?" Regaining your spirits, you consented, and opened the book to where you had been. Without need of words, Faramir moved closer to you, and rested his head lightly against your shoulder.
You read for hours to him, yet never did his attention waver, and had your eyes not begun to shut, you would have remained there, endlessly.
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eirianerisdar · 6 hours ago
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WIP tag game
I was tagged by @books-and-cats-26. Thanks for the tag!
-> show the last sentence of your WIP and tag as many people as are words in the sentence!
An excerpt from the upcoming chapter of The Ransom of The House of Fëanor:
Vingilot sails on, and the voices of the Noldor follow, like so many beseeching prayers, until the wind at last snatches them away.
*cough* we get to the main plot point of the fic in this coming chapter and the one after. I’m excited.
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the-second-tonks · 12 hours ago
Hi! Can I get a Lotr and Stranger Things ship please? I don't have a gender preference. I'm 18. I'm an INTP, Leo sun, Aquarius moon, Cancer rising, Ravenclaw. My name is Freya, but my best friends call me Moon.
I'm more of a quiet loner at first, but can also be quite outgoing if I want to. I'm very inquisitive and curious. I value justice and kindness. I learn fast, but I'm a procrastinator and can be very shy, especially around strangers. Around friends I'm pretty sarcastic and often make witty remarks, or jokes. I also enjoy taking care of the people I love and I'm described as the big sister in my group. I'd say my main love languages are giving gifts and spending quality time.
I'm scared of bugs, thunder and other loud noises. I love animals and nature. I appreciate the little things in life and I'd say my aesthetic is a mix of cottagecore and dark academia. I like to talk about fantasy, aliens, space, science-fiction, etc... I enjoy staying up late, playing video games, or watching some horror movies.
Thank you so much! Please take as much time as you need! No rush 💖
Hi hi ! Sorry for the delay your last line made me a bit lazy 😂.
From Stranger things , well there were so many options like Nancy , Johnathan and Eleven but ...
I ship you with -
Johnathan Byers :)
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The headcanons are AU I hope you don't mind !
You're a loner , you'll definitely understand why he's not social !
Maybe you both would be asocial together ? Or maybe you'll bring out the thin extroverted side of him out?
He's really kind as we know .. and you value kindness, so it matches over here too !
He'll really appreciate how fast you learn !
You love nature and he loves photography . So maybe while you sit or walk around, he'll keep snapping pictures ! Also to say , he'll listen to music while roaming around with you in the nature. He might also click photos of you and the animals !
You're curious so sometimes , that could get the best of you and you might jump into dangers without thinking , but he'll be there to have your back !
He and you could be Sarcastic together!
Talkin' about things you like , watching horror movies , staying up late night when it's thundering ! All this is possible with him !
"Ahh !!!! It's a bug!!!"
"Moon , close your eyes . (After you do) , see , it's gone . "
Leo sun makes you quite bold and people would be naturally attracted to your presence , so will he !
I think you're emotionally detached ? And he is a bit of introvert so I guess it blends here too !
Overall , a quite deep and understanding relationship !
Your bestfriend would be -
Nancy Wheeler
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No doubt you both will have a really good friendship !
You'll ship her with Steve while she ships you with Johnathan !
No one's gonna mess with you both , really !
Overall , a very strong friendship !
From LOTR
I ship you with -
Èowyn :)
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She's very independent and friendly (the circumstances made her cold !)
She'll love your shyness when you're strangers and would make the first move !
Taking long walks in nature could be a way you both spend time with each other !
She'll really like you wit !
If anyone messes with her , they're gonna get sarcasm remarks to make their life hell !
Sometimes , while taking care of others ,.you might forget about yourself and she's gonna take care of you
She's adventurous and you're curious , so I think you both would go on a lot of adventures together !
"You see , I'm starting at the moon , with my moon " she'll say
You're really smart too (ravenclaw. Ya know) and so , you both would escape any difficult situation !
Overall , a very good and loyal relationship !
Your bestfriend would be -
Literally so many , but I feel that you'll really fit with -
Pipin 'Perrigin' Took and Merry 'Meriadoc' Brandybuck
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Any one sitting with you all is going home with a happy mood , because you all are going to be so fun !
They'll bring out the extroverted side of you out and you're really gonna enjoy !
Overall , a very cute and amazing friendship !
Gifs not mine
I hope you liked it !
Thank you for the ask 😊
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ratsarecute4 · 19 hours ago
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All right, you guys have got to read this. I am only on chapter 5 so far, and it looks like it has got some… adult things tagged, though I tend to skip such things, but other than that, seriously, this is a good read. Do you like lotr? Do you like horror? If so, you will love this! It is that sort of scary that has you lying petrified, eyes watering, and startling at every sound. Chapter 4 had me so tense that when my pet rats decided to loudly wrestle I jumped nearly a meter off my bed and I think I just about pissed myself. I don’t usually recommend fanfiction, but this one is really good so far
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simbxlmyne · 22 hours ago
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thunder (aragorn x reader)
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requested by: @trashy-goblin
summary: aragorn comforts the reader during a thunderstorm
a.n: thanks for requesting this, hope you enjoy :))
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"Thirty-seven! Beat that, elf!"
"Thirty-seven?" Legolas chuckled, running his hand across his glistening blade. The elven prince glanced about the fellowship as you sat about a blazing fire, making sure that he had everyone's attention. Then, almost nonchalantly, he announced, "Thirty-nine."
"Ah, I don't believe you," Gimli grumbled, grasping the handle of his axe. "I think you must've counted wrong there laddie."
Despite the accusation, Gimli submitted, though not without a few dwarvish curses mumbled under his breath. Unfortunately for Legolas, his moment in the spotlight would only last a short while, as Aragorn picked up on their competition and turned his head to where you rested. Back laid against the smoothest rock you could find, you absentmindely twisted a blade of grass betwern your fingers, naming the constellations as they passed over you.
"(Y/N) what was your total?" he asked, suddenly bringing you into the conversation. You turned your head to observe the party, for a moment and gave a small shrug.
"(Y/N) is a highly-skilled fighter," Gandalf put in. "She would not participate in such a childish game. Leave the woman to rest." He took a long inhalation from his pipe, and you added a small nod, his comment bringing silence over the fellowship.
They returned momentarily to as they had been, until, breaking the pause, you said, "Forty-two."
All heads whipped around to face you, though it had only been a small comment, and your eyes returned to the skies as quickly as they had departed.
Aragorn couldn't help the large grin that came to his features, and you noted Gimli's loud rumble of a laugh, presumably at the shocked expression now taking a hold of the archer.
"Not so smug are ya now!" Gimli chided.
"I was not the only one who was bettered today, dwarf," Legolas said, and this seemed to ease the mood of his discontent. The rest of the fellowship found this rather amusing, and it pleased you to see them happy for even a moment or two.
That day had been exceedingly difficult for all of you. Whilst making your way across a wide stretch of hill, you had thought yourselves well-hidden, yet still a large pack of orcs managed to sense you, and descended upon you like a great storm. During the fight, you had proven yourself to be a very worthy member of the company, though Gandalf had never doubted you for a moment. Valiantly you had protected the hobbits from harm, making sure that they were kept out of the fight; the burden they carried was heavy enough without the weight of battle in addition.
Now you took a well deserved rest, though - as with all things you had found - it did not last for very long. Being a ranger yourself, you had faced many a trial and tribulation in your time, and not much phased you.
However, the unpredictability of nature had always been the one thing that never failed to set you on edge. And now, you began to feel the first patters of rain fall against your cheek, and far off, a distant rumble began between the mountains. The work of Sauron had upset the natural weather pattern, and you knew this, it explained the oncoming storm - there was nothing unknown in that.
Yet you couldn't help the sudden racing of your heart. Palms becoming clammy, you sat up from your laidback, relaxed position, the blade of grass that had occupied you falling to the floor.
"The rain in coming. We should take cover," Gandalf muttered, followed by a slight cough. You perhaps seemed a little too quick to oblige, though the rest of the fellowship weren't far after.
You thought you would feel a little better, shuffling beneath a large overhang of rock, now shielded from the splattering rain.
"You should get some rest, (Y/N)," Aragorn said, but when he had made his way to your side you could not recall. Something as simple as that wouldn't usually have startled you, yet you gave a slight jump upon feeling his hand pressing against your shoulder.
"Oh, sorry," you mumbled out.
Aragorn's lips pursed slightly as he took in your form, and you cursed his perception. "Legolas volunteered to take the first watch. I think we could all do with a good night's sleep." The moment his speech had ended, you picked up on the soft snoring sounding from your left, and upon looking, you realised that Gimli was already sound asleep, and that the hobbits were soon to follow suit. The ranger at your side chuckled, but you were in no laughing mood.
A loud crack came from the sky and the heavens cast down a great bolt of lightning, illuminating the plain ahead of you. You couldn't help the sharp gasp that left you, and were quick to brush away the first signs of tears in your eyes.
"(Y/N), are you alright?" Aragorn asked, lowly, not wishing to wake any of the fellowship, nor alert the members who stood guard.
You gave a small nod, not wanting to seem weak before him. You had only just begun to prove yourself, and you only wanted them to know you as a great warrior - someone they could trust wholeheartedly. But then it came again, and it seemed louder this time, and when you counted the seconds between the flash and the thunder, you knew it was getting closer, and suddenly your throat felt tighter, like you were robbed of air, heart pounding, hands trembling-
"Hey," Aragorn whispered, bringing his hand to grasp your own. "Hey, look at me: don't look over there. Pay attention to me, (Y/N)." Doing as he had asked, you held his gaze, noting all the memories lingering still upon his cheeks, his brow, in the crow's feet of his eyes. The pale blue light that held you was warm, and comforting, and for a moment you forgot where you were entirely. Right until the noise boomed again, and you could have sworn it came right at your feet.
"Aragorn," you near-cried, tears now coming as a storm of their own. The ranger did not seem phased, and none of the sleeping hobbits nor Gimli even stirred in their sleep. You felt utterly ridiculous, but couldn't help yourself.
"It is just nature making herself heard," he promised, and by his tone you truly believed him. When the growling of the blackened sky grew ever greater, Aragon pulled you close, holding your head against his shoulder as if a place of your own to hide, a place of protection.
"I should not be scared," you muttered, desperately clinging onto the feeling of his thumb rubbing against your knuckles. Making sure that no eyes were upon you, Aragorn brushed his jaw against the top of your head, using his spare hand to soothingly run through your hair.
"We are all frightened of something (Y/N)."
"I cannot imagine you frightened."
"We are all frightened," he repeated, trying his best to talk over the impending storm. "These are frightening times, and none of us are immune to that. Myself included."
"I do not want to be a liability," you whispered, though your tears seemed to have died down.
"Your fear does not make you a liability, (Y/N); with fear comes strength."
Pulling away a little, you wiped your sleeve against your cheeks, holding firm your other hand within his. "How can that be so?"
"Come here, Legolas' attention is elsewhere." Gently, Aragorn ushered you to lay beside him, pulling your head to rest against his chest. "It is a natural instinct within us to fear all things around us: it is simply what keeps us alive. If you did not fear the incoming storm, you would not know to avoid it; if you did not fear a pack of orcs barelling their way toward you, you would be killed before you had chance to evade. It what makes you and I so good at what we do. Though it may not manifest itself in the same way, your fear it what makes you strong: what saves you."
His words of consolation gave you great comfort, and next when the thunder rolled across the sky, your heart did not jump as it had, and you felt exhaustion override your apprehension.
"Get some rest, (Y/N): we shall have a long day ahead of us." You had expected him to want rid of you, as you presumed he would much prefer his own company, yet he made no move to distance himself from you, in fact, drawing you ever closer to his form. Beneath your ear, you heard a new rumble, the low beating of the ranger's heart, and though it near-deafened you, it brought an odd comfort, and calmness overtook you.
The next time the thunder roared, it bothered you not, for you were already deep in the depths of slumber.
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someoneinthestars · 22 hours ago
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Hello wonderful people!
Today's subject is a bit serious.
As I commented before, the situation in my family is very complicated, my parents are unemployed and I’m not able to find a job either. The situation in my house is getting really bad and I’m desperate to help in anyway I can. My house is rented and is getting hard to get other things like groceries and other stuff to my house, I also have pets and of course I can’t let them without care so I’m trying to help my family the way I can.
Because of it, I decided to take fanfic commissions. I thought a lot about it because it was never my intention to get money with my writing, I actually write because I enjoy it but I can’t find another way to help and I'm truly desperate to help.
I usually write for any Tolkien character, but I can write for other fandoms as well ( just message me, if I know the fandom, I can write it). I’ll write anything with the exception of smut (and other stuff but I’ll let this part to when I tell more about commissions). I’ll get the payment on Ko-Fi and it’s US$ 2.00 (two dollars) or €2.00 (two euros) per fics, headcanons or matchups (generally my fics are around 400 words upwards).
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About Commissions
I’ll take commissions for fics (character x reader) headcanons and matchups.
Like I said before, I usually write for Tolkien fandom, but I'm in fandoms like Blood of Zeus, Harry Potter and many others. If you have something in mind, feel free to message me so we can discuss about it.
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I’ll get the payment on my Ko-Fi. It’s US$ 2.00 (two dollars) or €2.00 (two euros) per fic, headcanon or matchup.
*My fics usually have 400 words upwards.
I’ll write anything with the exception of:
• Smut
• P*dophilia
• Inc*st
• R*ape/abuse
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General Matchups
• You need to send me description of yourself (like personality, sexuality, hobbies, etc) and information you think is nice to add
• If you don’t want (or is not comfortable) with getting a romantic matchup, I can do a platonic one (being best friends for example) or being part of the family (like being a sibling, child, etc).
*for Tolkien fandom
• I can do matchups in general (like if you choose The Hobbit I can get any character from there and make a matchup) or if you have a preference for a specific race (like elves, hobbits, dwarves, valar, etc) you can tell me and I’ll make a matchup with them only.
• Matchups can be from The Silmarillion, The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings (you can choose two of them if you wish).
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• I’ll post the commissions on my blog, however if you want to remain anonymous on the post, tell me and I’ll post it as anonymous commission or I can just send it to you, but please if you repost it give me the credits
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stormxpadme · a day ago
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Do I need to follow you all the way to Eryn Lasgalen before you stop ignoring me?
Path to a royal audience aesthetics
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mastererestor · a day ago
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Fic: The Restless Botanist 5 + 6/10, M, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Lindir
Chapter 5: The Infamous Notebook (links go to AO3)
Elrond wishes this house to be one for peace and learning. Excellent idea, but these are times of war, and so we have nothing but warriors here. Even the librarian carries bow and arrows. I am as useful as a barber in Moria.
Chapter 6: The Insignificant Difference (links go to AO3)
Had Lindir even as much as touched him with one finger, the Lord of Imladris would have either spontaneously combusted or melted into a puddle.
Notes:
When I began writing fanfic - it was a long time ago, dinosaurs were still roaming the streets - well, about twenty years ago it was, when I began writing "Erestor's Diary: The Most Boring Life of Master Erestor of Rivendell", which turned out to be the first part of ACOTER: THE ANNUAL CONFERENCE OF THE ELVEN REALMS. That was when Erestor got his crows and, eventually, Glorfindel (and Thranduil was Hobbit-Thranduil before the Hobbit, heh!)It was posted on a long defunct platform called Diary-X. I also had a diary for Elrond. Unfortunately, that content got lost... anyway, with this chapter I returned to the very beginning: Master Erestor's diary. It was like having tea with an old friend. A rather snarky one! So this chapter is dedicated to all the lovely people I have met back then, the regulars of "Elf on a Shelf"... the inimitable Magic Rat, Miss Zimraphel (the best Lindir ever), Sildil, the twins... they all put the "fun" in fandom. :)
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mastererestor · a day ago
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“The quill is mightier than the sword.” - Lord Elrond, or rumour has it (sometime during the TA)
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khokali · a day ago
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Having depressing Aragorn x Faramir fic idea pressing at my brains. Idk if I well get to it but the basics:
Denethor and Aragorn's falling out was romantic in nature and no one knew. Denethor ended up happily with Finduilas, and Aragorn and Arwen have An Understanding or sth idk yet. Decades later Aragorn comes back to Gondor as king and feels some feelings about Denethor: the sequel as his steward. Essentially aragorn is using Faramir as a replacement Denethor, his glimpse at 'what could have been', and Faramir's like well positive attention from a male authority figure is actually cool + good so I will ignore everything fucked up about this until the truth punches me in the face. 🙂🙃🙂
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Tolkien Preference- Falling in Love
Request: How’s about falling in love preferences for Tolkien with Boromir, Faramir, Legolas, Merry, and whoever else you like (and Thorin and Thranduil if you do Hobbit too 😬)
PT1/Fellowship here
Enjoy!
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Elrond:
In his long life, Elrond has lost so much- yet he remains caring and kind. While his affections for you develop quickly, they go unexpressed for a long time in Elrond’s efforts to spare you both from heartbreak. His compassion is unhampered by this, which allows your own feelings to blossom. Eventually, though, Elrond can’t deny his love for you- doing so would only be the cause of more sorrow. And once you’re his, Elrond would happily give you the world.
Faramir:
Faramir is proof that there’s merit in vulnerability. He knows his heart and he knows that he loves you, and fairly quickly too. He’s not overbearing, but he’s confident and patient, even before he’s certain that you feel the same way. You fall for him because of this and so many reasons more- Faramir sees so much good in the world around him, and in you. He keeps you grounded and hopeful, and to you, that’s invaluable.
Eomer:
Eomer is reserved at first- it takes a lot for him to trust someone fully and completely. However, as he gets to know and like you, he has no problem flirting shamelessly. He doesn’t have the time or patience for games, so Eomer is very direct, and he expects the same honesty from you, regardless of your feelings. Eomer falls for you quickly and hard, and he is more than happy to dedicate himself to you once you declare you share his affections.
Eowyn:
One to trust and rely on her instincts, Eowyn knows right away if the connection between the two of you will blossom into something more. She’s surprisingly shy about making her intentions clear, although her actions and attention often betray her heart. Her smiles and gaze linger on you; she’s caught blushing when in your presence. You decide to give Eowyn time until she’s ready to put her feelings into words- or you cut to the chase and tell her yourself, which may take her by surprise, but make her very, very happy indeed.
Arwen:
Arwen does not need words to tell you she loves you. Instead, there are soft smiles and humor in her eyes whenever she looks at you. Soon after, when you both understand that your feelings are reciprocated, her love evolves into a deep, steady passion. She dedicates herself fully to you, and you to her in return. You mean the world to her, something she tells you and truly means.
Thorin:
It takes time and patience to work yourself into Thorin’s heart. He doesn’t believe in much before he’s seen good reason to do so. First, you have to prove yourself as worthy of his attention, then his affection. But once you do, once Thorin realizes he can trust you, you have earned his loyalty forever. You don’t take this lightly, and it is this seriousness and commitment that is the start of your love story.
Thranduil:
You’re not even aware that Thranduil tolerates you until you’ve known him for several weeks, though not for lack of trying on your part. It’s hard to break through Thranduil’s wall and cold persona, but once you manage to make him smile, then laugh, you figure he must like you, even just a bit. It takes time for the Elvenking to decide to pursue something serious, but he makes the first move, taking these matters of the heart seriously, and only doing so once he’s sure you’ll do the same.
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simbxlmyne · a day ago
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desire - ii (eomer x reader)
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requested by: @laurfilijames and tagging @linasofia
a.n: i really enjoyed writing the first part to this so i'm happy that you asked for another part :)
read part one here
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Nigh on three days had passed since your initial meeting with Eomer, and barely had the two of you seen each other. Occasionally, after a training session with Hasufel, you would linger about the stable in an attempt to catch a glimpse of him as he came to collect the steed. Only ever from afar would you observe him, giving the impression that you were nonchalant about the encounter.
He began to pick up on your distant nature, and a flame of frustration caught light within him: he too would learn the meaning of desire. Hearing you far off in the courtyard making merriment with your friends drove him mad, and you looked as if you had not given a single thought to him since your conversation - the notion of which he could not fathom.
So, in his anger, he set about a plan in order to gain your attention, something which he never would have forseen himself doing.
You, all the while, had no idea, though when you were just finishing up dressing for work one morning, the sudden succession of rappings at your chamber door struck you as strange. Despite this, you made to open it. Servant as you were there was no way you could have refused.
Upon doing so you were met with one of the Rohirimm, though his name you were unsure of.
"(Y/N), horse trainer, you have been summoned to the hall of King Theoden," he announced, eyes focused slightly past your head. You smirked slightly and folded your arms across your chest.
"Now?" you questioned, thinking upon all of the jobs you had to do for the day.
"Yes," he responded, still refusing to look at you. The boy was much younger than yourself, barely looking sixteen, and he seemed to be rather embarrassed at his position.
"Alright." You patted him twice on the back before walking straight past him, in the direction of the main hall. "Come on then: it is unwise to keep the king waiting."
The boy had to run to make sure that he made it to the room before you, in order to announce your arrival - as was the custom.
"(Y/N)," he called out, rather breathless, and promptly exited the room so as to recover himself afterward.
Then you realised. It had seemed rather odd to you to have been granted a summons from the king himself, since you were nought but a simple stable-hand; but there he was. Beside the throne upon which Theoden sat stood Eomer, adorned in his best armour, the very kind that you had admired him in many a time. The crimson tones immediately drew your attention: it was freshly polished.
Upon your arrival, both king and kin rose from their seats, and you - feeling rather humbled in the presence of such royalty - swiftly bowed. And though it went undetected, Eomer found your new-found behaviour rather amusing, and brought a smug grin to his face.
"Rise," Theoden said, and you noticed an underlying warmth in his tone. "You have been brought to my attention by my nephew. I have heard you met with Eomer a few days ago?"
You swallowed hard, glancing over to the soldier stood behind his uncle. "Yes, my King."
"He told me you did wonders for him," Theoden said with a genuine smile. The eyebrow raise from Eomer did not aid the rising blush that made its way to you cheeks.
"He did?" You had not considered that your tales of your teasing would reach the king, and in that moment you had not at all considered the consequences for your actions.
"Yes," Theoden continued, beginning to pace slowly about the hall. "He said-" You braced yourself. "-that you were the best stable-hand that he had ever encountered."
You let out a breath that was caught in your throat, and immediately cast your eyes to Eomer to take in his reaction (which of course was one of pure complacency).
"I thank you, my King."
"It is not me you should be thanking, (Y/N), but my nephew here." Biting your tongue, you bowed toward Eomer, who had strode toward you now.
"Thank you, my Lord," you managed, though you knew this was his plan all along - and you had no choice but to sumbit to his will.
"In fact," Theoden took up once again, "he made a suggestion to me."
"He did, my King?"
"Yes, indeed..." He paused, and smiled once again, walking over to his nephew. He placed his hands upon his shoulders, proud. "He suggested that you become his personal hand."
You almost choked, and could not believe that you had allowed yourself to end up in this situation.
"My King?" you asked, almost in disbelief.
"Are you not pleased? It is most certainly a very good promotion for you. It will open many more doors for you, and since Eomer mentioned that a bond had been formed between the both of you, this development seems rather fitting, does it not?"
It took you a moment to compose yourself, to quench the near fury that raged within you.
"Yes, my King."
"I have to say, (Y/N), from my nephew's description of you, I was expecting you to speak more, yet you seem rather quiet."
"I apologise, my King."
"Indeed, dear, (Y/N)," Eomer half-chuckled. "I have never seen you so quiet. Would you care to share your thoughts?"
Oh how your blood boiled! You wanted nothing more than to walk up to his smug face, square him in the eye, yet you could not decide whether you wanted to strike him or kiss him.
"I am indeed very grateful for the opportunity," you said, trying to keep your emotions hidden. "I did not realise that Eomer required required such an aid, but if he is lacking in such department, then I am willing to oblige him."
Both men appeared to be taken aback by your sudden spur of speech; Eomer once again wore that shocked expression you had first painted him with, though Theoden seemed rather impressed by your sudden confidence.
"Ah, I like you, (Y/N), and I trust that you will work very well for my nephew. That will be all."
"My King," you said with a bow toward him, and without curtsying toward Eomer, you exited the room, just catching a laugh from Theoden before the doors shut.
Once in the clear you took a moment to yourself in order to cool your face. You could not quite believe the audacity of Eomer, that he would put you in a position like that.
You had not a moment to collect yourself before you found a hand pressing against your hip. "Revenge," Eomer whispered. He came to stand before you, looking down upon your flustered form.
"How could you do that?" you snapped, delivering a swift swat against his chest.
He merely let out a hearty chuckle. "In our last meeting you spoke about desire. You told me that you only desired the things you did not have. The same is true for myself."
"So what?" you muttered, anger leaving you as you admired his loving yet playful expression; you thanked that the guards had left upon his request, for you could not endure another summons.
"So I decided to get what I desired."
"You know, most men would gift a lady flowers or jewelry when attempting to get their attention," you said, eyes widening as he closed the distance between the both of you.
"I am not most men," Eomer whispered, the sound low and coming as a rumble from his chest. "And you, are certainly not most women."
And with that, he took what he desired so wholeheartedly, and pressed his lips against yours. It had meant only to be a gentle press, tentative despite his status, but you too desired him, and you couldn't help but deepen his embrace, worried that this may be the only kiss you had. After all, he would be king upon the passing of his uncle, and in the eyes of most, it would be preposterous for a servant to be found in such a position with a soon to be king. Yet you clung to him, hands running across the cold metal of his armour. In return, he lifted you with ease, so that your feet no longer felt the floor, though your back was met with the wall.
Worn and calloused hands wound through your hair, and Eomer moved roughly, though gentle somehow against you.
"We should be careful," you gasped when he finally gave you room to breathe. "Your Uncle-"
Reluctantly, knowing your words to be true, he pulled away, though kept his head pressed to your own, still suspending you mid air. "Yes," he admitted, though his lips still longed for yours. "We should find somewhere more private, perhaps."
Now it was your turn for the smug smile, and you removed yourself from his embrace. "Perhaps another time: I have many jobs to attend to."
Eomer's mouth fell sligh ajar as he observed you, tugging a little at a loose string on your dress. "Jobs? What jobs? Surely nothing could be more important-"
"Oh I have many, many jobs to do. You know, now that I am the personal stable-hand to the Lord of the Mark."
You sauntered away, giving him nought but a small wave as you went.
"(Y/N), wait!"
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," you called back.
"I have waited long enough!"
"And I am sure you can wait a little longer."
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mastererestor · 2 days ago
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Fic: The Restless Botanist 4/10, M, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Lindir
Chapter 4: The Frightened Librarian (link goes to AO3)
"I do not understand why you are upset. It is only a study, and Lindir needs the place!"
"Well, he will have to find another one then, for that one is taken," Gildor snapped. And with that cryptic comment, he just left Glorfindel standing there and hurried out of the library.
Who would be better suited to deal with a restless spirit than one who  has already experienced the afterlife? Alas, Glorfindel finds that  obstinate Elves do not become more docile in death. And if he wants  Lindir to return order to the Last Homely House and love to the life of  Lord Elrond, Glorfindel has to grasp the nettle – among other plants.  
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alomini · 2 days ago
Binge read your fic last night and it's so good! You are truly talented and the fic's entire premise is so fun. If it wouldn't be a bother could you please post the damie elves photo.........the link you provided wasn't working for me.
Oh how lovely and thank you for telling me that!
And no not a bother at all, IT'S MY FAVORITE PIC. And I'm glad you told me the link is busted, must fix posthaste!
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eirianerisdar · 2 days ago
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Fic Summary:
Maglor goes to war for a final time, the eternal darkness looms, and Elrond bargains with the Valar for the ransom of the House of Fëanor.
In which fathers give up everything for their sons, and their sons offer everything in return; title, name, and fëa. Or, the one where Maglor believes he is destined for eternal darkness, and Elrond politely says otherwise.
Chapter 11: Quiet Resolve
Elrond’s extended family and birth parents confront him about his deal with the Valar for the release of the House of Fëanor. Elrond seeks to show Celebrían how much he cares for her in the days leading up to his departure.
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stormxpadme · 2 days ago
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It’s Thursday which means, it’s series update time! In which, to absolutely no one's surprise, Legolas fucks up a lot once more. Includes a little bit of semi-public sex, a lot of drama and arguing, horses and cats. Also, Glorfindel plus offspring is there to save the day night.
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jurassicobsessor · 2 days ago
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Fanfiction Masterlist
Jurassic Park/World
https://href.li/?https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13896497/1/Believe-You-Can-and-You-re-Halfway-There (set before Jurassic World)
https://href.li/?https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13876122/1/Don-t-Take-Peace-For-Granted (set during Jurassic World)
MCU (Avengers basically)
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13897412/1/Glitch (set.., uh, idk when yet…)
Lord of the Rings
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13864934/1/Lord-of-the-Rings-One-shots-and-Short-Stories (set between Hobbit and LOTR currently)
Silmarillion
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13813822/1/Across-the-Sea (set during the Silmarillion)
Star Wars
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13820677/1/As-the-War-Drags-On (set during Clone Wars)
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mastererestor · 3 days ago
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Fic: The Restless Botanist 3/10, M, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Lindir
Chapter 3: The Lengthy Pistils (link goes to AO3)
"I forgot to close the door; maybe there was a draught," Lindir suggested.
"A draught?" Glorfindel arched his eyebrows, then looked at the book in his hands.
"You might find this a most fascinating and educational read."
He held the book out to Lindir, who took it and studied the title.
"Herbal Aphrodisiacs and Stimulants..."
Who would be better suited to deal with a restless spirit than one who  has already experienced the afterlife? Alas, Glorfindel finds that  obstinate Elves do not become more docile in death. And if he wants  Lindir to return order to the Last Homely House and love to the life of  Lord Elrond, Glorfindel has to grasp the nettle – among other plants.
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simbxlmyne · 3 days ago
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seperation comfort headcanons for aragorn and eomer:
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requested by: @sterling-roses (it won't tag, apologies) and also going to tag @linasofia for the eomer hc
a.n: i really enjoyed this, thank you for requesting :) <3
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aragorn:
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when word of your friend's departure reached you, you were absolutely devastated
you had known them since the both of you were children, and truly couldn't have imagined your life without them
they had left the fellowship to join a company of soldiers setting out for war, their eyes set on the idea glory
the evening of their leaving was the hardest moment for you, and you lingered with your arms around them for as long as possible before they were called away
as they slipped from your embrace, your emotions betrayed you, and you almost fell to the floor with grief
the only thing that prevented you from doing so was a strong pair of arms wrapping around your shaking form
with his reflexes as trained as they were, aragorn brought you gently down to the floor, seating you beside him on the grass
he held you close as the party departed, holding your head to his shoulder, rubbing his hand over your back
though you reached out for them, and though your tears were many, aragorns soft whispers into your ear eased the pain a little
"it's alright, (y/n)," he promised, the ranger's hand coming to run through your hair. "the pain will pass. i know it is hard to imagine that now, but we are all here for you."
your cries would continue will into the night, but aragorn remained with you in that very spot, long after the rest of the fellowship had took rest for the night
when eventually your face began to ache from the strain, you felt simply defeated, and collapsed further into his enveloping embrace
"they're not coming back, are they," you said, though all tone of questioning was absent
argorn pursed his lips, and simply placed his forehead against your own
despite not knowing much about him, in that moment you felt as though you were one and the same, he taking some of your grief so that the burden was lighter
"hope is the most powerful weapon we own," he whispered, closing his eyes
you believed him wholeheartedly, and for the gift of hope, you would be forever greatful to aragorn
he worried still for arwen, and when you felt his tears mingle with your own, you knew then that you were both grieving that night
"the sun will still rise tomorrow," he said, steadying his voice
"the sun will still rise," you repeated
"and," he continued, moving to intertwine his hand with yours, "when you look upon it, you will know that so are they, and then you will be connected to them always."
by means of thanking him, you leaned your head against his chest, and the two of you remained, watching the stars mingle across the black plain for the rest of the night
and truly, the sun did rise
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eomer:
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eomer knew about loss more than anyone in rohan
the devastation he felt after losing theoden to the dark forces of saruman clung to his every waking thought
when your friend departed the city, riding out as a member of a small party, you felt as though a part of you had left with them
you stood by them until the very end, holding them in your embrace until their captain called them away
with one final pained look, they mounted their steed and left for the journey
you had no idea when they would return, or even if they would for that matter, and spent a lot of your time toying with the gifted necklace around your neck
tears were held as you knew you had jobs to attend to, and decided to steel your face until you were alone in your chambers that night
war was coming to rohan, and you wanted to do all you could to aid the fight
for a few hours you busied yourself with tending to the sick, stitching up damaged fabrics, and polishing armour
it seemed to be working, all of your distractions, until eomer came upon you, sewing a hole in one of the soldier's tunics
there were a few other people in the room, and he could have spoken to any one of them, but fate brought him to you
he observed you for a moment and then picked up on the jewel around your neck
"that is an impressive necklace you wear," he said. "where did you get it?"
to him he was just trying to make conversation, but after the day you'd had it was all just too much
all of your emotions left you, and you dropped the needlework
eomer glanced about the room, as if questioning, though all of the other workers made a swift exit from the room
"my lady, i did not mean to upset you."
you didn't want to make him feel bad, but you couldn't help your sudden outpouring
words failed you, but eomer did not need them, and bent down anyway to embrace you
the silence spoke volumes, and from your tight grip upon his shoulders, he knew that your pain ran deep, as did his own
eomer would keep an eye on you for the foreseeable future, and when duties would not allow this, he would make sure that one of his best men was on the look out
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