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frost-queen · 3 months

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Lady of Mirkwood | (Reader x Thranduil)

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| Meeting Thranduil

You met Thranduil when the Third age progressed. It was when the Necromancer unknown then but known as Sauron later on claimed the abandoned fortress of Amon Lanc to make it into Dol Guldur. Sauron infected the woods with spiders and orcs. The spiders and the orcs expended their reach claiming more and more for them. Infecting the very nature with their filth and death.

All the elves were forced to leave the woods. Those who fought back were brought down. Countless of lost elves filled the sickening woods. You were amongst some elves that were fleeing. The orcs had increased their stench to the part of the woods where you lived. With a few douzen you were. Fleeing for your lives as the orcs hunted you down. The woods had grown iller. Spider cobs were not too much yet in these parts. But a few spiders having expended their webs out to your lands.

Some elves wanted to stay and fight. They barely lasted long as the pack of orcs were too many. Sweeping them down in a matter of seconds. The others fled as fast as they could. Hatred, anger and sorrow grieving your hearts. You were running trying to stay out of the orcs clutches. The orcs attack made you stumble, dropping to the ground. Surrounded by death and darkness. You thought it was over. You thought you were never going to see the undying lands, but then a bright light appeared between the trees. The illumination blinded the orcs sending them back a bit. The light faded as you could see a small group of elves charge for battle. Lead by a High elf.

The orcs never stood a chance. The High elf approached you, helping you up your feet. The moment his eyes met with his, he was struck. Gasping breathlessly at your grace and beauty. The woods no longer having a place for you, he took you in. Thranduil his name was. King of the woodland realm.

| Life at the woodland realm

Thranduil was smitten with you. For the first time in many ages, the so cocky king found beauty in another. He threated you like a guest with the highest honor. Quarters close to his. Thranduil would host parties just to have an excuse to dance with you. He never let any other elf near you. He wanted you for himself. You sometimes dared to tease Thranduil by speaking to other elves, just to see his reaction. You loved how easily jealous he was. He would come over, pull you gently behind him while urging them in a polite way to leave. Sometimes he would lay his robe over your shoulder to hint to others that you were his.

Underneath the moonlight on a summer's day was when you had your first kiss with Thranduil. Forever giving yourself to one another. He married you a month later never wanted to be parted from you ever again. You became queen of the woodland realm. All the elves present adored you for your righteousness and kind heart. Whenever Thranduil dared to lose his temper, you were there to calm him down. Sometimes you would come along with Thranduil and his army in an attempt to reclaim your woods. When Thranduil saw his numbers dim and almost losing you in a battle, he gave up. Not wanting to see his people be slaughtered or see you in danger. For he could not afford to lose you, his brightest star.

| Legolas

Legolas was born with grace. You loved every little detail of him. Thranduil would be careful at first. For he feared to hold such a fragile creature. He feared he might harm it in any way. You would show him he could do no harm. Taking his hand and bringing it up to Legolas for him to touch. His fingers would brush against his cheek making Legolas flutter a laugh. On that Thranduil was sold. Taking his son in his arms and care deeply for him.

As Legolas grew older, Thranduil insisted he had his features from you. Everything about Legolas reminded him of you. With the coming of Legolas was Thranduil more careful. You were no longer aloud out of the woodland realm. Not wanting anything to happen to you or Legolas. You had to admit it felt a bit lonely being unable to see the old woods. Your home that you missed dearly. With each year it grew colder and deader. Plagued by orcs and spiders. Since you had no where else to go, you focused more on Legolas. Teaching him how to defend himself. It was you who introduced Legolas to the bow and arrow. When Legolas was old enough to have his own bow, he would name it after you.

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socksracoon10 · 3 months

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Being an Elf and falling in love with Thorin

Headcanons below the cut!

When Gandalf had first summoned you, it wasn't a very easy decision to make.

Being a Sindar elf yourself, the choice of having to derail from your own beliefs bruised your ego... especially since you were entrusted with overseeing Thorin and his company.

"My dear (Y/N)," Gandalf sighed, "I can not trust any other elf with such an arduous task. I know you are capable of setting aside your prejudices and aiding these dwarves."

"You saved my life once from the Uruk-hais. I am indebted to you for that, Gandalf. But I believe that this will be the one time I shall repay you for your kindness in this manner. Do not expect more from me." You muttered with a bitter tone.

"I do not plan on it." Gandalf reassured you.

When you first met the company under Bilbo's roof, there was silence. An eerie amount of silence.

The hobbit before you seemed enchanted by your presence.

You learned his name was Bilbo; he was the most sensible out of the bunch at the moment.

Your eyes traveled across the room and landed on Thorin, who had a nasty scowl on his face.

He wasn't expecting you to actually show up. He had hoped that for once that elvish pride would've saved him from having to face another individual of the same kind that had betrayed him years ago.

The silence continued, and you made your presence known. You were here to help the dwarves, nothing more and nothing less. You would accompany them to The Misty Mountains, but you would not step foot into their sacred lair. Not out of respect, but out of the sheer disgust you had for the dwarves.

Not even Eru could force you to enter their dwelling; it seemed as if death was the better option.

The journey there was not an easy one.

And Thorin didn't make it any easier.

He'd pass sly remarks every so often about you, try to demean you in front of everyone. He was constantly fighting a battle to ensure that you were beneath him in every aspect, despite being one of the most skilled elves to traverse Middle-Earth.

"Ah, it's best not to anger (Y/N), Thorin," Gandalf would quip from the background, wanting to ease the tension.

It did nothing.

There was an instance where you had left the group to gain more ground and a safer pathway for the dwarves through the forests.

Yeah, biggest mistake ever and Thorin wouldn't stop nagging you about it.

Those stupid trolls had gotten to them and Bilbo had managed to stall them long enough before Gandalf used the sunlight as a weapon.

"I left for one day... forgive me, I was merely trying to secure a safe path," You hissed at Thorin as he shoved past you.

"A safe path will only do if the company itself is safe first, elf," He spat, glancing over his shoulder. You so desperately wanted to spear your blade through his heart.

The rest of the trip resumed its unsteady silence. You glared at the other dwarves, not wishing to say anything to them. Occasionally, you'd offer a helping hand to Bilbo.

That didn't go unnoticed by Thorin. He didn't really like Bilbo as much, but compared to you? Bilbo was far better, and the stupid burglar was mingling with the wrong person.

However, his concerns of Bilbo shifted to his two nephews - Fili and Kili.

While they still harbored some resentment towards you for being a Sindar Elf, they were still young. They were naive, they did not experience that devastating day when Thranduil's forces abandoned Thorin's desperate cries for help.

And so what did they do?

They talked. Talked, and talked. Especially, Kili. Fili would add a joke once or twice, but if he ever caught Thorin's watchful eye, he'd gulp his words and nudge Kili to quit.

And then slowly, one by one... the dwarves were opening up to you.

Balin was more sympathetic, he was a very kind and wise dwarf. You actually enjoyed his presence.

Bofur was a bit reluctant to talk to you at first, but slowly came around. You noticed this when he asked you if you needed more food on your plate when you were dining in Rivendell. That was enough to tell you that perhaps there could be friendships between the dwarves and the elves.

You saved their asses a couple times, especially with the Goblins. Killed some orcs led by Azog. And then watched Azog brutally wound Thorin.

And then something switched in you. For a moment, you felt your breath hitch at the sight of him, dazed and unconscious. Something began to stir inside of you, and you couldn't place your finger on it. It almost felt... unworldly.

And that feeling continued... even when you ended up facing Thranduil, who was so puzzled at the fact that one of his own kind was helping those dwarves...

"I am repaying a debt that I owe to Gandalf," You explained, your head jutted up high into the air.

"What a terrible way to repay it, (Y/N)." Thranduil grimaced, "If you wanted an opportunity to keep yourself occupied, you could've turned to Legolas and he would've found you a wonderful position among my kingdom. We could use elves such as yourself, you know."

"Ah, but I could not say the same for you," You bit back, noticing the way his eyes widened at your audacity.

Word of your defiance quickly spread to the dwarves as the elves guarding them gossiped about it with such eager interest.

It fell onto Thorin's ears.

He almost thought they were lying to him. He couldn't believe it.

And as you passed Thorin's cell to enter your own, much farther away from the dwarves, you noticed something different about him.

He was smiling at you, a twinkle in his eyes. He seemed... proud? Ecstatic?

When the company and you had escaped via the barrels, you had almost hit a rock down the river. It was surreal to see the way Thorin's hands stretched out to warn you.

It seemed as if he cared.

You took a daring risk to climb off the barrel to kill some orcs, almost slipping across the branch in the process as you jumped back into your barrel.

"Be careful, elf!" Thorin cried out, "You could've gotten yourself killed!"

"And what does it matter to you?" You snapped, furrowing your brows.

He did not respond.

He did not need to.

Because you sort of knew the answer by the way he glanced back at you with a soft smile.

You mattered to him.

More than reclaiming the Mountains? The answer was obviously no.

But when you climbed up and watched him excitedly open the hidden entrance to the inside of the Lonely Mountains, his eyes flashed towards you for a split second.

As if he was waiting to see your reaction as well.

And when you gave in and smiled.

With or without the gold, the Arkenstone or the throne,

He felt as if he was the richest dwarf to ever live.

You mattered to him.

He mattered to you.

And thus began, the love between an elf and a dwarf.

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frodothefair · 22 days

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I have a headcanon that Frodo slow blinks at people as an expression of love.

You know, kind of like a cat.

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spinningalbinoturtle · 8 months

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Jobs LOTR characters would have in the modern world

Sam

Landscaper or forest conservationist. I headcanon that he started out training in his dad’s landscaping business and then Frodo and Bilbo encouraged him to get a higher education. He double majors in sustainable agriculture and forestry. I think he would work for like a national park or another conservation agency but he’s really passionate and good at working with impacted communities and local farmers since he came from a blue collar background

Frodo

Like in the books he has a passion for languages and so is a translator and has a phd in linguistics. I think he might work at a museum or even in archaeology. I could also see him doing some kind of social work since he is willing to give anyone a chance (like Gollum). After his traumatic experiences he probably works from home translating novels

Merry

Merry is a trust fund kid and a stoner. He studies business in college and his dad hopes he will use it to make bank but he uses it to open up a really successful weed store in California

Pippin

Like Merry is a trust fund kid, he helps out at Merry’s store but doesn’t really have a real job

Aragorn

I could see him as an EMT or a search and rescue officer in a huge national park similarly park ranger would make sense. Elrond wants him to be a doctor or a lawyer but he likes his park ranger job

Boromir

Military. Not sure which branch maybe army? He retires in his forties and hangs out with Merry and Pippin at their weed store and lets his vet buddies in on their good deals

Gandalf

Old professor at an esteemed college but he’s very much considered an eccentrentic by other staff

Legolas

He’s an influencer and model. He has like 2 million followers on instagram and is constantly terrifying his PR person (Aragorn or Boromir alternate this job)

Gimli

Geologist. He’s done a lot of different jobs within that from working for the government to high end jewelry stores to making his own stone crafts

Eowyn

Works for Planned Parenthood and also operates a horse barn where people teach lessons and board their horses. She’s really chill at her barn because she gets all her anger out at the pro choice marches she organizes

Elrond

World renowned doctor. Probably a heart surgeon. Kind of full of himself for this

Not sure yet what Arwen and Faramir do…

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 4 months

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I see you very much as an expert on all things Rohirrim, so I bring to you this question, hoping I can pick your brain for info to use in my own fics (full disclosure). 😅

It seems to be a popular fanon that the Rohirrim/Riders of Rohan have tattoos, and that body art is a part of their culture. Do you have any thoughts or personal HCs about this that you're willing to share?

Thank you in advance! I appreciate you and your blog so much (if you didn't already know that).

Oh my goodness!!! I am so very honored to be thought of as a person who is knowledgeable about my beloved Rohirrim, and I hope very much that I can live up to that reputation. Thank you!!!

I’m not aware of any real textual evidence for body art among the Rohirrim, and the historical record in the medieval Anglo Saxon and Norse societies that Tolkien used as a reference for them seems to be disputed. But I absolutely understand and agree with the conventional wisdom that tattoos are a thing in Rohan. It just fits well with a warrior culture that has a wilder, dare-I-say more pagan aesthetic as compared to the smooth solemnity of Gondor or the formal elegance of the elves. And since they’re a culture that doesn’t document things in written words, pictorial representations such as tattoos and body art would be one way to fill that gap (along with their songs and oral traditions).

In my mind, tattoos in Rohan are common but basic—they’ve really only got the technology for the “stick and poke” method so the designs are kept simple because anything too elaborate is difficult to pull off well. They’re mostly in black line (using soot) but some have color using powder made from grinding up certain dried roots and plants.

Each village/community has its own distinctive tattoo motif that is worn by all of that community’s members. So you can tell just by looking at someone whether they’re from Upbourn (a fish because it’s a river town) or Dunharrow (mountain peaks since they’re in the White Mountains) or Everholt (a boar in honor of the wild boar that live in this part of the Firien Wood), etc. And soldiers also tend to share tattoo designs specific to their éored—getting your éored’s mark is a formal rite of passage for the younger members when they first get assigned to their company. These shared tattoo designs are important both for group cohesion and as a means of identifying fallen Rohirrim even if the deceased isn’t known to whoever finds the body.

Beyond these ritualized and practical functions, I do also like to think that there are some purely decorative tattoos among them as a means of personal expression and/or to help cover small scars that so many Rohirrim have from battle, riding accidents or other mishaps. Obviously horse-based designs would be very popular, as well as other flora and fauna of Rohan. But they’re a very sentimental people and so I think little emotional signifiers would also be very common (again, especially because they generally don’t have a means to pay tribute to beloved people/things in written form, this sort of symbol would serve the purpose of making some kind of record of those tributes).

In terms of specific people in my head canon: Éomer has a little simbelmynë blossom for each of the major figures in his life that he’s lost (forearm). Háma had a sun to remind him of his wife, who brought warmth and light to his life (shoulder). Théodred had stars in the shape of a particular constellation that is visible every year on his mother’s birthday (chest). Éowyn has a representation of her father’s sword (left wrist) and gets a quill (right wrist) to represent Faramir after they get married. (Faramir got a little running horse in her honor on his first trip to Rohan. He was glad he did it, but he never wants to sit through that again.)

Merry brought tattooing back to the Shire when he showed up with a tobacco pipe on his bicep (both for its association with Buckland and in tribute to Théoden, whose last words to Merry were about smoking together someday when peace was restored). Unsurprisingly, tattoos did not catch on with the other hobbits, but Merry remains very proud of it.

Anywayyyy…I hope that was in any way helpful! Thanks so much for asking!! I remain a huge fan and am so grateful to you for helping convince me to put some of my thoughts and stories out there vs keeping them all in the confines of my own Google drive!

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spinnenpfote6 · 3 months

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My Frodo Baggins x reader headcanon is that when you decide to marry, Frodo wouldn't propose with a ring (for obvious reasons). Instead, he knits the two of you matching bracelets with your favorite color(s), decorated with pearls, pretty pebbels, flowers, maybe a small wooden heart he carved under a tree. You think it's adorable because not only do you understand how much he still suffers from his journey, but you also think it's more creative and personal so you proudly wear it 24/7

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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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Imagine being a witch like Wanda and coming to Middle earth.

(I changed the concept a little, and it turned out pretty much living with the hobbit ancestors and eventually meeting some elves. I hope you still enjoy,)

Requested by Anonymous

Warnings; mentions of capture, forced experiment, death, distress, violence, plague, healing and adopting some creatures.

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-You were an experiment. Modified from Wanda’s blood to make another like her, to create a soldier like her.

-However, your magic was blue instead of red, and you were much weaker than Wanda.

-You could barely lift a toy cube, and too much usage would exhaust you severely. The best you could do was raise a pen, but that didn’t satisfy your captors.

-They were constantly unsatisfied with you, concluding you were a failure. So you didn't receive the best treatment. It has always been like that – ever since they kidnapped you and forced you to become a lab experiment.

-Wanda and her brother Pietro were friendly to you, at least. They treated you like a third sibling and took care of you when experiments became too much for you to handle.

-You hated your life. You were not confident, robust, or helpful in anything, while they could do all kinds of things with their powers.

-You loved Wanda and Pietro, they were the only ones who made your life much more tolerable, but you felt more like a burden to them than a sibling.

-You sometimes wished you would disappear and stop bothering them.

-Things looked up when you got out and joined the avengers, but after Pietro’s death, everything fell apart for you. His death broke your spirit, and you couldn't handle the sorrow that encased you from within like a snake.

-He always looked out for you, made your days better with kind words and jokes, and protected you from the harsh world. Now, he was no more.

-Your sorrow caused your powers to overrun and open a portal. You did not mean to do it, and you did not know how you did it — one moment, you were mourning, and your emotions conflicted with each other, opening the portal. You remember it was during the full moon.

-You got pulled into it, and it closed right behind you. You remember hearing Wanda’s horrified scream when she saw you get sucked into the deep blue vortex.

-You got taken to a new world. It did not have great cities with advantaged technology, Hydra, or superhumans. It was vast land with forests everywhere.

-You are frightened like always when you get pushed into a situation alone, especially when it was your doing this time. It made you go into a hysterical panic attack.

-You tried to open the portal again, but with no success. You cried, screamed, and tried to use your magic but to no avail. You only managed to exhaust yourself to the extent where your nose began to bleed. Still, you tried, wanting to return to the safety and comfort of your sister.

-Your panic and overuse of your powers exhausted you physically and mentally, so you eventually fainted, falling onto the ground as everything turned dark.

-You woke up later in a tiny cart, covered in blankets. You were frightened, especially when you saw people outside. They dressed strangely and held weapons and armor you had seen in medieval setting movies.

-Your heart was beating like crazy, so when you saw a chance to take off, you took it.

-You tried to be silent when sneaking out of the cart, but your clumsiness allowed you to trip, alerting the people of your escape.

-You got up, ready to bolt into the woods. However, your confusion got the best of you when you saw the people who took you were short, like very short. They could barely reach your waist, and they had hairy feet.

-You were so confused that you froze in your place, too afraid to move.

-A short woman arrived. She spoke softly to you and tried to calm you down since you were shaking and staring at them with terror. She also calmed down her people, who were cautiously holding their weapons up, ready to attack if needed.

-She explained she and her family found you alone in the woods, unconscious and bleeding, so they decided to help and take you along till you woke up.

-You barely calmed down as you were still shaking with anxiety, and you couldn't bring yourself to speak when the woman tried to ask for your name.

-They considered leaving you behind since you were awake and an outsider, but the woman didn’t like the idea and wanted to bring you alone –saying they couldn't leave you alone like this. You would be easy prey to the dangers.

-She offered her hand to you, saying you can come along and she will look after you for the rest of their journey. You don’t have to be alone. You felt safe and didn’t want to be alone, so you took her hand, and she guided you along like a mother with a lost child.

-The short people turned out pretty okay. You were still frightened by them because some didn’t trust you and gave you threatening looks.

-You kept yourself curled up in a lonely corner most of the time with the woman and her family who tried to speak to you and get to know you better since you were traveling with them for now.

-You were silent the entire time because you were a mess inside. You tried to process things, and as a result, you felt sick most of the time. You felt like vomiting at some point.

-You didn’t like to be alone among strangers. You always had Wanda and Pietro as your comfort and mental support whenever you talked to strangers.

-You were grateful the woman seemed to understand your inner turmoil and often told everyone and her family to leave you be and not pressure you to talk. You will speak when you feel ready and comfortable enough to speak.

-You got used to her, so you mostly stuck with her. She called herself Rosalia Baggins, and she was a hobbit. She and her people were searching for a home while trying to avoid dangers like humans, elves, and hideous creatures called orcs.

-You first thought she was a dwarf, but a hobbit sounded much more pleasant and somewhat familiar – like you have read about them before in a book somewhere.

-You felt guilty when you heard it was her who suggested taking you in while others protested the idea, so it was thanks to her you weren’t possibly dead on the forest floor somewhere. You decided to make yourself useful and try to help as much as possible.

-You used your height to your advantage to help reach fruits and things from higher places, and you often pulled the carts when someone got too tired.

-You still didn’t speak much, so the hobbits nicknamed you the silent Magpie Sally. You didn’t mind the nickname because you thought it was funny, and you were quiet most of the time, and it was enough to make you finally open up to Rosalia and tell her your real name.

-She was proud of you, and her family was happy that you spoke for the first time, so you slowly started to talk more, and finally, you chatted more often about random things with them.

-You slowly adapted to the hobbit’s lifestyle, and Rosalia’s people got used to you, considering you one of them. You even started walking barefoot but had to switch back to wearing shoes most of the time since your feet weren't durable as the feet of the hobbits.

-They taught you many things, like how to craft with your hands, gather food, and even hunt, which consisted of fishing most of the time. You enjoyed cooking with Rosalia and even tried recipes from your world, which got the hobbits enamored with your cooking. They especially loved the pastries and little desserts you made.

-You also got into knitting. It was stress relieving, and you genuinely loved it, making little hats, scarves, and mittens for the hobbits and their children. You loved how the children would laugh and show their parents, and you soon started getting requests for more handmade clothes.

-It made you feel helpful for the first time in your life.

-You didn’t tell them about your powers, feeling anxious about how they would react, not that you ever needed to show them. You were happy keeping them tucked away in the deepest darkest corner of your existence.

-You did notice your powers had changed over time.

-You found two abandoned wolf pups. They were dark-colored and angry, threatening to bite you at any moment. There was something sinister about them. They looked infected with a twisted disease, which caused them to be in pain and deform.

-The hobbits wanted to leave them behind because there was no reason to deal with evil wolves, but you hesitated. Something within you didn’t want to leave these poor pups to suffer alone, so you tried to help them.

-The hobbits thought you were crazy when you gave the pups some food and tried to gain their trust. You got bitten once and twice, but you did not give up.

-Over time, the wolf pups became accustomed to your smell and slowly showed trust toward you. When they allowed you to touch them – love and adoration filled your heart.

-You were gentle when you stroked their fur, and suddenly – your powers activated right before your eyes and the hobbits.

-The blue light of your magic healed the deformities and changed the color of their fur into snowy white. Their gray eyes filled themselves with color and life, and soon they were healthy again.

-They jumped on your lap, wagging their tails and showing you trust and love. They even allowed the hobbits to pet them.

-You fell in love with them and decided to name them Skoll and Hati, after the wolf brothers you once heard from Thor.

-Rosalia allowed you to adopt them if you took good care of them, and you nodded like an excited child. You fed them, taught them some tricks, and they soon grew friendly with all the other hobbits.

-You were surprised and realized your powers cured them, so you began experimenting with your newfound ability.

-You looked and tested your ability on things with the same condition as the wolves, and you managed to be successful without exhausting yourself.

-You finally told the hobbits about your powers, and they didn’t seem to mind since your ability cured the wolves from the darkness. It was doing more good than harm, so they had no reason to fear you.

-You managed to cure plants that seemed to be poisoned by the same essence that had once controlled your wolves and make them edible again. You could even heal the trees and other animals.

-You found out your powers would be stronger during the night when the moon was out and less effective during the day. You never realized your powers resonated with the moon, so maybe that is the reason why your abilities never grew during your captivity.

-One night, you and the hobbits arrived at a remarkably polluted lake. A foul smell lingered in the air, and the surface was disgustingly gray.

-Many of the fish were dead or deformed beyond recognition. It was like you were staring into a lake of monsters.

-According to hobbits, the water was corrupted by darkness and thus undrinkable. It was a shame because they needed water after the long hike for the day, but it looked like they needed to make an extended trip to another water source.

-You decided to put your healing ability to the test and pushed your hands into the polluted water.

-It took you some strength since you were trying to purify a whole lake, but you succeeded as the water began to glow with moonlight, changing the water back into its natural blue color, and the fish returned to normal, swimming back into the depths.

-Your nose began to bleed, but the water was crystal clear, which made you happy that your hobbit friends could drink from it again.

-You went to celebrate with your friends, but you had not realized someone was watching you from afar. An elf had witnessed your magical purification of the lake no one had been able to cure from its plague before.

-The elf was shocked by what had happened and wished to talk to you. The elf tried following you and your hobbit companions but soon lost sight of you to the dark of the night and the forest.

-The elf had to return to their kin, but it turned out: the mysterious light that emanated from the lake had purified the darkness away from the faraway rivers as well –which many had the chance to witness as they were there when it happened.

-From then on, the mysterious figure the elf saw at the lake became known as the moon witch.

-On the same night, you had a terrifying encounter with the orcs.

-You had wandered away from the camp with your hobbit friends and got lost. You tried to find your way back when a hideous creature appeared from the shadows and almost decapitated you.

-You had no fighting experience, and when more of them came. The best thing you managed to do was use your magic to uproot a tree and let it fall on them.

-It slowed them down, so you and your hobbit friends got time to escape.

-You ran around, trying to find your camp while breaking the trees to slow the orcs from pursuing you. Your heart was beating against your ears, and you could slowly feel yourself getting exhausted over the use of your magic.

-You eventually got to a dead end. It was a cliff with a far drop to the ground. You and your friends got trapped between the fall and the orcs, who were dangerously approaching you.

-It was a terrifying experience, and you had made a mistake stepping over the edge, but something prevented you from falling.

-You noticed a light under your feet, keeping you from falling. You tested it, and it felt like solid ground under you. You tried it again and saw it was keeping you up.

-You realized it was the moonlight that kept you from falling.

-You decided to make a risky decision, grabbing your hobbit friends and jumping off the cliff.

- Your feet stepped in the moonlight, which gave you a platform to jump and run. Your run through the sky lost the orcs, who could not follow you over the edge to the forest below.

-You safely landed on the ground and finally found your way back to the camp. Rosalia was worried sick for you and scolded you for getting into danger.

-You told her what happened, and she lectured about the orcs. They were troublesome and dangerous, so hopefully, the night was a good lesson on why people avoided them.

-You tried to promise her to be more careful in the future. Still, you couldn't stop thinking about the encounter.

-Your powers had significantly grown because you had no idea you could fly and walk in the moonlight. It excited you yet made you feel sad when you thought about Wanda. Her presence close to you and within reach would have made you – excited to tell her about your progress.

-She would have been proud and happy for you. She would have been smug about it since she always believed your powers would grow one day.

-You had yet to discover how to open a portal back to your world, but you doubted you would ever reach that level.

-After some time, traveling through Middle Earth, you and the hobbits settled down in a place called the Shire and made your home there.

-You got your own home under the hill, and Rosalia and her family were happy to help you decorate it and design it suitable for you and your creatures. They even helped you build a stable for your horse companion. Her name was Freya

-She was a beautiful white mare you saved from a similar situation like Skoll and Hati. She used to be different colored, but your magic turned her fur white when you healed her.

-You’re not sure why your powers turned your creatures white, but as long as they were healthy and happy. You were happy. You wouldn't choose any other way.

-You did encounter a dragon once, and he didn’t turn white when you healed him from the corruption. He wasn’t fond of staying around, so he flew off after thanking you.

-It was exciting to meet a talking dragon, but disappointing you didn’t get to learn his name, so you called him Fafnir after the dwarven dragon.

-One night, you were spending time with your creatures, enjoying the calm silence of nature and the moonlight that embraced you with power. Your beloved wolves played while Freya lay beside you.

-You played a little with your magic — letting the blue energy flow through your fingers like a dark blue river with twinkling stars. You never thought you would grow to love your power and learn to accept yourself.

-You sometimes thought coming to Middle Earth might not have been so terrible. You missed Wanda and hoped she was doing okay, but you felt more at home in Middle Earth than in your world, so you didn’t consider returning anymore.

-You didn’t want to leave behind Rosalia and the hobbits. They were your family now, so you wished by the stars that Wanda’s life was better and well in your old world.

-Skoll and Hati were suddenly alerted. They growled with intensity as they stared at something in the forest. You stood up with fright when you saw an elf.

-Skoll and Hati protectively stood in front of you, growling at the elf, ready to fight as they have grown in size from pups into mighty wolves.

-The elf tried to appear harmless, coming out with his white steed. His voice was soft, and his golden locks glimmered with the moonlight.

-He was ethereal to your eyes as you have never encountered an elf before, but you were still hesitant to talk to him when he spoke to you.

-You could feel your social skills lacking. You told the elf your name before making an excuse and mounting Freya. You apologized for the short encounter and told Skoll and Hati to follow as you let Freya gallop away from the meadow.

-You heard him call out to you, calling you the moon witch before his voice left your earshot.

-You couldn't stop thinking about it after you returned home. You might have been hasty as the beautiful stranger didn’t seem to mean any harm, but you had past experience with terrible people, so it might have been best to leave it there.

-You were a bit confused why he called you a moon witch. It was a strange word, but you didn’t mind since your powers resonated with the moon. It wasn’t the worst nickname since you got called Glowyfingers and Moonfoot since the incident with the orcs. Hobbits and their creative names.

#silmarillion x reader #lotr x reader #middle earth x reader #hobbits #elves #silm fic #tolkien #Glorfindel #glorfindel x reader #witch reader #lotr headcanon #hobbit headcanon #silmarillion headcanon

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apinkheartinmiddle-earth · 11 months

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I was watching The Two Towers again recently and I realized something about Eowyn. Many paint her as this strong badass woman who doesn’t take shit from anyone, which is still true in a sense. However, people tend to forget that she is still a flawed character and has a long way to go in the story so far.

This was probably the intention of the scene, but when she was complaining about having to be with the women in the caves, it kind of left a bad taste in my mouth. The women of Rohan tending to the children and finding food is still an important task, after all. Eowyn was practically looking down on them because they weren’t doing the badass stuff assigned to the men. More so because she couldn’t be able to join the men in battle. She fails to see that someone needs hold the fort so that the warriors have a home to come back to. Without those staying at home, Rohan would fall apart.

It was good on Aragorn for calling the women’s duties an honorable charge because he knows damn well that their role is just as important as those in battle. I love how he holds them in highest respect for it and calls out Eowyn for how she talks down on them. Aragorn is calling out Eowyn for her internalized misogyny, basically.

Now, I am not going to drag Eowyn and call her awful (why the fuck would I, I literally love her). I’m trying to look at this from a place of understanding at how she could have possibly got this mindset in the first place. It just suddenly struck me that one of the reasons she probably thinks this way is because she didn’t really grow up with a significant mother or female figure in her life whose duties involved the home. She was raised by a man whose job was to command armies. Therefore, she has never truly understood why these women chose to hold the fort instead of going out into the trenches. Tending to the house and taking care of the children is an inherently thankless job but a very important one nonetheless.

Eowyn putting down these women and their duties was perhaps because of her lack of understanding, not because she held any resentment towards them. In fact, she probably wanted them to fight alongside the men like what she desired for herself. But it bears repeating that what she fails to see is that someone has to take care of matters at home. It would be amazing if the women of Rohan had the opportunity to go into battle, but alas, they have to stay there since they have little say in doing so. Sexist? Quite. But the women are still doing their job at home the best they can.

Weirdly enough, that scene of Eowyn complaining to Aragorn actually made her character development all the more meaningful to me. Remember by the end when she decided to become a healer and love all things that grow? Yeah, some people didn’t fuck with it because they thought Eowyn was going to become dainty and submissive. However, I rocked with Eowyn making that decision.

This was the turning point in Eowyn’s story when she realized that war fucking sucks and that her worth shouldn’t come from how many enemies she can slay or how traumatized she can get from the horrors of war. She finally chose to prioritize love, kindness, gentleness, growth, and happiness. That’s about the most badass thing someone can do, to be completely honest. As a result, Eowyn has surely grown from looking down on the mothers and other carers in Rohan.

This is in no way trying diminish her typical badass heroine characteristics, but to show people that she still really had a long way to go in spite of her obvious strengths. It’s just that her battling capabilities and desire to fight with the armies don’t necessarily make her better than those who are just trying to keep their families safe and fed at home. I love how she grew from this mindset and chose instead to be empowering in her own way without the need to put down other women who obviously had important jobs to do.

#lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #eowyn #aragorn #middle-earth #feminism #eowyn of rohan #lotr meta #lotr eowyn #text #the lord of the rings #the two towers #miranda otto #jrr tolkien #rohan #lord of the rings headcanons #lotr headcanon #lotr headcanons

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on-wednesdays-we-eat-the-rich · 7 days

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Headcanon that even though Frodo is tall for a hobbit, he's very light because he's also really skinny, so it's really easy to pick him up and carry him. And whenever he's arguing with someone (usually Merry or Pippin because they're a couple of little shits) and they get fed up with him they'll just pick him up and turn him upside down or sling him over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

#lord of the rings #lotr #frodo baggins #merry brandybuck #pippin took #lotr headcanon #i have no reason for this. i'd just quite like to include it in a fanfic at some point

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winwin17 · 28 days

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I have a new headcanon that Arwen owns a locket that has her parents' pictures inside, and it was given to her by Elrond at their parting. 🥲

#lotr #lotr headcanon #lotr arwen #arwen undómiel #arwen #arwen evenstar #lord of the rings #elrond

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 4 months

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LOTR and The Hobbit NSFW Headcanons pt 2.

(y’all bishes hoooorrrrnnnnyyyyy)

Part 1

Pippin:

- loves when you ride him

- wants to grab and hold every part of you that he can

- forcing him to be a good boy in public and keeping him nice and hot for as long as you can

- whispering really dirty things in his ear in public but following it with a sweet kiss on the cheek so people just think you’ve said something lovely

- ass kinda hobbit

- sitting in your lap and playing with his cock

- “such a good boy for me” you whisper while he cums on your hand

- loves when you grab at his hair during oral

Merry:

- likes to be man handled but in a playful way

- exhibitionist kink

- sweet and playful caresses while he fucks you from behind

- his favourite meal is between your legs 😏😏😏

- will tell you how good you’re making him feel

- buys you pretty night gowns and aprons so he can watch you bake in them

- loves when you put on a show baking, bending over and sitting in his lap while you feed him the cake mix

- holding his face nicely while you bounce on his cock

Lindir:

- degradation and praise all at once

- make him cry! Make him cry! Make him cry!

- overstimulation is his favourite thing

- tie him up and make him cum over and over again

- will beg you to stop but that’s because it makes him horny

- if it was too much he’d use his safe word

- “please mistress, I can’t take it anymore, it hurts too much please!”

- wants to be pegged so badly

- will suck your strap

- it’s so fun to grind up against him and make him cum in his pants

- you do it on purpose but then you tease him about it and he loves it

- “did you just cum in your pants? You’re such a dirty little pathetic thing aren’t you, Lindir?”

- he goes so pink

Frodo:

- has a thing for human partners

- likes feeling small and taken care of but elves are too big

- loves him a squishy partner

- would live laying on your boobs or on your thighs if he could

- pretends he can’t do things like open jars or reach things but home boy gets horny when you take care of him

- playing with his hair is foreplay

- lots of whimpers, light moans and quiet pleas

- if you tug his hair however he’s screaming and eyes are rolling back

- he lives in your lap

Arwen:

- oral queen 👑👑

- could honestly live between your legs

- whispers the dirtiest things to you and yet it sounds like poetry

- talks elvish in your ear while sitting behind you and taking her time playing with you

- the softest dom in the whole world

- like is literally only dominant because she wants to take care of you

- passing you dirty letters while you try to read peacefully

- loves watching you touch yourself

- she won’t say anything but her eyes won’t leave yours or your body

- breathy moans

- loves having her nipples sucked

Meludir:

- sweet innocent boy

- surprisingly kinky but only in a proper relationship

- praise kiiinnnkkk!

- tell him he’s a good boy and he’ll just melt

- “oh you’re doing so well for me, baby, such a good boy”

- kinda likes being hurt but will need a lot more aftercare than usual

- likes being tied up and edged

- is into watching you get fucked by someone else but only if he can join later

- wants Legolas to join you but turns into a blushing mess every time you talk about it

- sit on his face pllleeeaaaaassssseee! He doesn’t care if he can’t breathe

- craves kneeling before you during oral

- wants to feel like your sweet little servant

Glorfindel:

- size kink!!! He’s a huge dude and honestly loves how tiny you are (you could be tall and still be tiny to him!)

- loves being called ‘my lord’

- you don’t have to thank him when you cum but he sure does love it when you do

- degrades you and praises you in the same session

- he likes degrading you and being rough when you give him oral but if he’s fucking you (especially from behind) he wants to tell you how good you’re taking his cock

- gives you very sweet names during very dirty times

- “you’re just such a sweet little thing for me” he tells you while your face is covered in cum and spit

- bounces you on his lap while you ride him

- lots of loud grunts

- rag dolls you around into different positions

- is either fast and rough or takes his time and worships you

- thinks both giving and receiving hickies is really hot and will show them off with pride

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sotwk · 1 year

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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

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socksracoon10 · 3 months

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Being best friends with Legolas

Headcanons below the cut!

Legolas and you are probably inseparable.

I mean let's be real here, when it comes to friendship, Legolas values it so much.

You're practically family to him.

And you think the world of him.

90% sure as young elves, you two would spend all day in the woods and play tag, practice archery or just run around and laugh about something.

hang out in the trees, swing from tree to tree.

usually you'd instigate the tomfoolery (as Thranduil would point out) and Legolas would just follow you with a soft smile because though he's not very expressive, it's super clear that he loves to just hang out with you.

Yeah, Thranduil ain't too happy about that, though. But then again, when has he EVER been happy after his wife passed away?

It's obviously no surprise that when everyone's gathered in Rivendell at the secret council with Elrond that you volunteered to go with Legolas.

Wasn't really a favored choice, though, considering that Elrond gave you the side-eye and Gimli almost lost his mind at the thought of having to deal with not just one, but TWO elves.

Poor dwarf's wringing his hands in the air, and swinging his axe around.

Doesn't sway Legolas's opinion, he's ecstatic about the fact that not only were you joining The Fellowship to get rid of the One Ring (an important task) but you were going to be able to hang out with him even more?

The past few years the two of you hadn't seen each other since he had been with Aragorn, but this was a prime opportunity!

You'd probably eat Lembas bread with him and chat about how your life has been since you've grown up

Not much time for your usual shenanigans and the dynamic has quite shifted since you were young

Rather than trying to do something for the sake of adventure, you were going on an adventure for the sake of saving Middle Earth.

Yeah, BIG change.

And Legolas, being the best friend you could ask for, would certainly help you along the way, guide you through the quest and still be that kind soul you knew when you were young.

You could tell him anything, and he'd listen intently

your own personal little therapist and he'd listen to you rant about something

and he's ALWAYS interest to hear what you have to say, even if it's in the middle of fighting a bunch of orcs or Nazguls.

Y'all got each other's backs ALL the time.

I mean ALL the time.

When Legolas and Gimli are having a face-off at Helm's deep, best believe you're killing these orcs alongside him

"That's not fair! You can't just add your kills together!" Gimli would cry out

"Ah, but you forget, we're practically the same... one in soul," you'd reply with a cheeky grin.

Legolas would totally grin back as Gimli's losing his mind.

The banter?

Insane.

You're more forward than Legolas, so you're quick to tease Gimli whenever an opportunity comes up. Legolas is more subtle, finding only a few moments to tease the dwarf

but when he does? yeah roasted

Both of you teaming up against Gimli for fun sometimes, hunting together, making plans

Safe to say that when Legolas leaves for the Undying Lands with Gimli, he brings you as well.

Just the three of you guys, on a boat, talking about life and making tons of jokes

Best friends, side by side, with no worries at all.

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