#lotr hurt comfort

[wild-lavender-rose]

The "pretty sick and running a high fever" prompt with Haldir x Reader (preferably Haldir caring for sick reader but either way works!)

The pain in your head was constant, starting in your forehead and spreading through your whole body. You laid in bed covered in sweat, eyes closed but unable to sleep, crying out softly from the pain. You had no idea how long it had been since you had stumbled through Haldir's door, trembling and delirious from the cold. You remembered him calling your name. His hands on your arms, your face. When you collapsed he caught you, bringing you into his bedchambers, calling for a doctor.

Now you were here, weak and delirious with fever. You were only vaguely aware of Haldir by your side, his presence your only source of comfort. Whenever you were awake you reached for him, crying, desperate for his touch. Haldir was always there, whispering in elvish, pressing a cold cloth to your head. Sometimes he would run his fingers through your sweaty hair, soothing you into a few moments of sleep. Other times he would sing to you or talk of a future you felt would never come.

You forced your eyes open, fighting through the pain to find him. "I love you." You whispered.

A soft smile flitted across Haldir's worried gaze. "I love you." His hand found yours, fingers interlocking. "Rest now. I'm here."

"Stay?"

"Always."

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[fckmini]

Sorry for the delay, I got visitors over :D

So, maybe you could write a beautiful friendship piece about Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli.

Specifically how they might have felt lonely at times amongst their own people and how comforting their friendship is to them?

Lots of love

Together - Aragorn x Legolas x Gimli - platonic hurt/comfort

I’m sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy it @i-did-not-mean-to :) 

Please send any more requests that you have!!

Aragorn x Legolas x Gimli friendship hurt/comfort :)

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tw! mentions of death/ loss/ grief - before they found merry and pippin

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Only a splatter of stars provided a waning shimmer of light as inky darkness bled onto the canvas of the sky. The trio were huddled beneath this, their aching bodies encased in dewy grass. Their shoulders hunched beneath the heavy weight of their anguish. They basked in the alluring, crackling blaze of the fire, attempting to thaw the bitter cold that gnawed at them. Fond memories had begun to rot like festering wounds, tinged yellow with the sickening feeling of grief that plagued all three of them. A sinister silence and newfound emptiness haunted them, confronting them with all they had lost. Legolas, entranced by his own thoughts, leant into the tender caress of starlight.

"What troubles you, mellon nin?" Aragorn inquired softly, his gaze drawn to Legolas’ glossy eyes in the flickering light of the fire. A rare twist of fate had brought the three together for a purpose greater than themselves.

"I am afraid," the elf stated solemnly. The nauseating terror that writhed within Legolas was unlike anything he had experienced. They all felt it. It clawed at their hearts and crawled under their skin. It seeped into every waking moment.

"Aye, so am I." Gimli added gruffly. In solidarity, he gripped his friend's shoulder tightly. As the fire hissed, the three exchanged a silent grimace until Aragorn cleared his throat.

"We mustn't lose hope."

Hope, it lingered like a slivery petal of breath wilting in the frosty air. It seemed perverse, even laughable, in the face of such loss. They huddled closer, their backs towards the oppressive darkness. In quiet intimacy, Legolas bowed his head and softly broke the silence.

"My mother," he started, his voice wavering slightly, before looking up again at the opulent stars and meeting their heavenly gaze.

"She passed away when I was an elfling. My father never recovered, it severed his soul." He paused once more, weighing the words carefully and mulling them over on his tongue like sour sweets.

"I have never had anyone before as a prince, any true friends, I mean. I was always alone, and now I have never had more to lose." The tender confession hovered. Despite the young elfling’s blush being obscured by the rosy firelight, the truth was as naked as the flames before them and as apparent as the sting of the bitter wind on their cheeks: none of them were alone anymore.

Aragorn began softly, his voice roughened by emotion. "Mellon nin," he started.

"As a ranger, and as the... heir, I too have never had such dear friends. I have suffered many lonely nights and witnessed much loss. I thought I would've gotten used to this and would be ready to have such dear friends." The man gripped both of his companions by the arm, trying to meet their eyes, before closing his and whispering:

"I do not think I could lose either of you. I won’t."

"Aye," Gimli agreed thoughtfully, as he rubbed his coarse hands over his face, running his fingers through his auburn beard. The dwarf was well acquainted with the consuming pain of loneliness, being too young to join his father’s quest for Erebor and the only dwarf they’d met. Home survived only in his dreams, in the thunderous music, lavish feasts, and booming laughter that made his heart ache and his eyes glisten. Now, these two were all he had, his closest friends, his family. 

"We shall remain together." He promised his companions vehemently, the impossible oath warming his heart. Under the tender ripples of moonlight and until the fresh, golden tide of dawn, they basked in the soft embrace of the fire, desperate to rekindle the hope that they had once found in the gleaming eyes and wide smiles of the hobbits, in Boromir’s careful hands, in Gandalf’s chuckle. There they sat, together, until their hopes were renewed in the rays of the morning sun and they dared to live and love again. 

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[emilybeemartin]

On today's episode of LotR AU: Boromir Lives, it's after the battle of Pelennor Fields! There are so many great possibilities to explore when Boromir finally, finally returns to Minas Tirith--- making the agonizing decision to follow Aragorn through the Paths of the Dead instead of going straight to the city with Theoden, fighting like a demon outside the gates, learning about his father's death, and then choosing to leave again to accompany Aragorn to the Black Gate, but right now it's WHUMP TIME.

Obviously, first up is Faramir. If Boromir is with Aragorn, he won't enter the city until after the battle, and so he wouldn't know anything about Faramir's flight from Osgiliath or the pyre in the tombs.

In the few days between the battle and leaving for the Black Gate, I envision Boromir operating on undiluted adrenaline as the wounded and dead are tended. Who needs food? Who needs sleep? Not Boromir. He's returned to his city at its lowest possible moment and he's going to DO EVERYTHING TO FIX EVERYONE ALL AT ONCE.

The scene where Pippin finds Merry wounded and dazed and wandering the streets, has always been a favorite of mine and was one of the first LotR illustrations I ever did ~20 years ago. In the book, Gandalf is the one who comes to carry Merry up to the Houses of Healing. In this AU, you know it's Boromir.

Anyway, eventually Legolas and Gimli probably have to force some rudimentary self-care.

Boromir Lives AU: Aragorn's Coronation

Boromir Lives AU: Faramir and Eowyn's Wedding

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[edges-of-night]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request something? Fellowship x reader where the reader gets injured in a battle or something and confessed their feelings before passing out… and when they wake up they find out their feelings r returned 🤭 I love ur requests they r so very cute! Thank u!

That was such a lovely request to write, nonnie! I’m really sorry you had to wait for it so long. Also, thank you for your kind words!

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

Initially, Aragorn would not treat you much differently after your recovery – so much so that you start wondering if you actually confessed your feelings to him or hallucinated that whole part. But all Aragorn wants to do is find the right moment to talk to you. Once he does, he’d gently take your hands in his and tell you how much you mean to him – and that your feelings are in fact reciprocated! Confessing your love first gave him the courage to do the same. “I am not well versed in these fields. But I hope I can show you my heart just as bluntly as you did yours.”

･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Boromir would not be around when you wake up. The others tell you he was simply shocked by your passing out and that he needed time to adjust and would be overjoyed to hear you’re fine – but you suspect it would be something else that scared him away. You’d find him pondering in a lone corner, afraid of how he’ll react to seeing you again – only to see his hardened face light up when your eyes meet his – and then he’d rush to kiss you! “I’ve been a fool for not understanding it sooner. Forgive me…!” ♡

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

I like to think that out of the Fellowship, Frodo would be the most mature to handle your love confession. After all, he knows your injuries aren’t lethal and worries not about what happens next, since he is very clear in his own feelings. After you wake up, he greets you with a smile, takes your hand to make sure you’re fine – and lowers his voice to say, “I’ll call the others right away. But before that, I need you to remember the last thing you said to me. I feel the same.” He’d give you the cutest smile, shining all the way up to his blue eyes.

･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

Gandalf, being the one who tried to heal you in the moment you passed out, tries ignoring your dramatic love confession and silently urges the others to forget what they overheard. That said, he is very flattered – after all, he’s been enamoured with you for a while now. Still, his romance is quiet and subdued. He’d sit next to you with a smile when you wake up. At first, you thought his behaviour was unchanged – until he ends his sentences toward you with “darling” or “my dear”. There is a playful spark in his eyes that tells you everything you need to know. (Eventually, he would also spell out ‘I love you too’ in fireworks or butterflies!)

･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

Gimli stays with you during your recovery, guarding your bed day and night, so dutifully that the others need to remind him of eating. Once you wake up, you’d meet his soft eyes, only to watch them harden when you try to speak to him: “Don’t do that again! Ever!” – “What? Talk to you…?” – “Scare me like that!” he corrects, grumbling into his beard. “What’s a lad supposed to do when his sweetheart passes out in his arms?” You smile blissfully as you understand and offer him a hug that Gimli more than eagerly returns!

･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

Legolas is entirely stumped when you pass out after that dramatic “I love you”. There is a frown on his pretty face for the next few hours, waiting for you to wake up again. When you do, you’re terribly embarrassed by the way he’s staring at you through his Elven eyes. He’d fixate you and ask, “Did you mean it? What you said to me?” You’d blush and retort that yes, of course you meant it – and that is enough to make his bright smile and joy return. “What a relief! I feared that if it had been but a fever, my reciprocation would ring false, or sound like a mockery. Please know it’s nothing but the truth!” And he’d take your hands and lean in for a quick and happy kiss!

･ﾟ✧ Merry.

At first, Merry would not believe what he heard just before you passed out. During your recovery, he retreats into dark corners to think and rationalise – people say all kinds of stupid things when they thought they were about to die, right? You couldn’t possibly be in love with him – not when there are so many other people – taller people – all around you. So, imagine his surprise when you do ask him for a private conversation after waking up, to set everything straight. Only Merry doesn’t accept your apology. “What’s there to apologise for? You said what you felt in that moment. It’s not like I didn’t like what I heard, I feel the same, after all…” And then, you both share an ‘oh!’ moment before you laugh and fall into the other’s arms!

･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

Pippin would initially be overwhelmed by your confession and subsequent passing out. However, he’s positive you’ll be fine, firmly believing that no matter how important, these matters needn’t be so dramatic. He’d treat you as casually as always after your recovery, though you can’t deny there is a spring in his steps and a smile on his face whenever you’re talking. You now know that your feelings are returned, and yet you still blush when he tells you over a shared bowl of strawberries: “I don’t think I’ve told you yet, but I love you, too! Very much so! I’ve thought of a few different pet names to call you, but I wanted to clarify that first. So, just tell me which one you like best…”

･ﾟ✧ Sam.

Sam would not leave your side, no matter how long you were passed out. Whenever someone would try and tear him away, he’d explain that he has something very important to discuss with you when you wake up. He would practice romantic speeches and poems to recite for you, really thinking the whole thing through – only to remain absolutely speechless when your eyes do meet his. After your initial greeting – “Thank goodness you’re alive!” – he’d just hold your hand and ask you to stay with him ♡

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[mimilind]

Stranger of the Falls (Complete)

Summary: You gather healing supplies below the Falls of Rauros when a boat with a dying man drops at your feet. As you take the stranger home, you resolve to achieve the impossible: to heal him, find out who he is, and figure out why he is so determined to die.

For @scyllas-revenge

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Pairing: Boromir x Reader (no specified gender)

Tumblr Links: [ 1. The Stranger ] [ 2. Lord Främling ] [ 3. Healing ] [ 4. Convalescence ] [ 5. Boromir ] [ 6. Defense ] [ 7. Free ] [ Bonus: Love (E-rated) ]

AO3 Link: Stranger of the Falls

Rating: T (apart from the bonus chapter)

Complete Word Count: 18 400

Tags: Hurt/comfort, Injury Recovery, Healing, Boromir Lives, Only One Bed, Falling in Love, Orc Attack, Kissing, Wholesome, Sex (bonus chapter).

Warnings: Injuries, Blood, Suicidal Character

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[frodothefair]

꧁ Chapter 25 - Mine ꧂

READ ON AO3┃READ FROM THE BEGINNING

SUMMARY : Frodo comes back from the war, and finds love and healing with Sam’s sweet younger sister. (J.R.R. Tolkien meets Jane Austen.)

CHAPTER SUMMARY :  Spring arrives in the Shire, and Frodo, Marigold, and Sam heal from the past together.

PAIRING : Frodo/Marigold Gamgee (Sam’s sister in canon), Frodo/Sam (secondary) GENRES : hurt/comfort, sickfic, whump, angst, slow burn romance, slice of life WARNINGS : PTSD; this chapter specifically: death (nothing graphic), pregnancy loss (nothing graphic), and intimate moments 💚 RATING : M┃WORD COUNT : 9 k chapter, 142 k total A/N: Things do get intimate in one of the scenes - and yes, it is still plot-relevant! As always, the more sensitive parts are marked by asterisks *** at the beginning and at the end, and there are summaries in footnotes so you can skip those parts and still know what happened.

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EXCERPT :

She knew his pain all too well now that she had seen it through his eyes, and in some ways, she reckoned that he had never ceased to feel like he was naked in the dark, never ceased to feel like he would wake up to the shouts and the rough hands of orcs, never ceased to breathe the air that was less air, and more poisonous fume. But even so, he never ceased to think of her – of how to make things easier and less painful for her, of how to make her feel both loved and worthy, and how to make the past hold less sway.

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[kat651]

y/n looks at her short hair that the orcs cut off after they attacked her.

y/n: if I show myself to him…

he sighs and thinks about elrond.

Elrond: Dearest, what happened?

y/n: d-don't look-k at me, please… I'm scaring you away…

Elrond frowned and pulled you to his chest, gently kissing your forehead. “Do you truly think I would cease to love you just because of a change in your appearance?” He whispered tilting your head up so he could see your eyes, now brimmed with tears.

you looked down, unable to meet his gaze.

“besides…” he whispered, gently running his fingers through your pixie cut before gently biting your pointed ear, causing you to blush. “As uncommon as it is for our kind to have short hair, I think you look adorable,” he said, tilting your chin up and placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“your beautiful no matter what, don’t forget it my dear…”

#lord of the rings #x reader #kat651 #lotr #cute #hurt/comfort #elrond #lord elrond #elf ears #elrond x you #lord elrond x reader

[legolas-fan-blog]

Just sharing a fic I enjoyed!

Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas

Genre: hurt/comfort

Synopsis: The fellowship is travelling through the woods and are pursued by spirits. Legolas endangers himself to help his friends.

Word count: 7,134

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[tathrin]

A little moment that might take place between the pages of this Fellowship AU, featuring Celebrimbor's return to Moria after being re-embodied in the last years of the Third Age.

For the Whumptober prompt "Like crying out in empty rooms; with no one there except the moon."

The Fellowship slept around him, their breath echoing like drums off the empty stones of Khazad-dûm. Celebrimbor rose and crossed the room on noiseless feet, his heavy cloak clutched tight around his shoulders. He passed between his companions unnoticed by any save for Frodo, whose turn it was on guard; Frodo caught his eye quizzically as Celebrimbor paused on the threshold of the hall, but did not speak.

Celebrimbor was not sure how to explain, especially succinctly enough to avoid waking the others; and they needed their rest, after the swift pursuit of the wolves and the terrible thing in the water and the long, long march in the dark.

He hesitated, searching for the words by which he might answer Frodo's unspoken question; but before he could craft them, Frodo nodded in silent understanding and offered him a nod and a thin, sad smile.

Celebrimbor blinked, and managed somehow to force himself to smile back, although he knew it did not reach his eyes; then he turned his back on the Ring-bearer and stepped out into the darkness of the empty, echoing Mines.

It was so strange, to walk through Khazad-dûm in the dark. All the many times that Celebrimbor had come here before, the great underground caverns had been lit by clever mirrors that channeled sun- and moonlight down into the depths of the mountains; by great lamps of glass and crystal that hung from the tall stone ceilings and cast light of soft and marvelous color across the pale grey stones until one felt as though one walked within a geode or a rainbow.

Celebrimbor was not used to seeing these great halls dark, but he did not lose his footing; did not lose his way. Even lightless, he knew these rooms of stone too well to trip or stray within them.

He knew them well, and so he mourned them.

He mourned each crack that marred the walls, each chasm that broke the floors, each empty room where once light and life and noise had been. He mourned each dwarf that had ever walked here, every craft they had ever forged or might have forged in lost days that never came.

He mourned his friends.

He mourned his lover.

He walked into the dark, alone, and his broken heart screamed into the hollow silence.

On the far side of the lightless hall a doorway stood open, its wood long gone to rot or scavengers. Celebrimbor stepped across the threshold and stopped, staring, at the sight before him. A single shard of mirror remained somewhere in the walls above, tilting a sliver of cold moonlight out upon the floor, and by its feeble glow Celebrimbor could see the empty workshop that had once rung with laughter and with hammers and with song.

He moved forward as though in a dream, his feet carving a shallow path through the dust that carpeted the smooth stone floor but making no sound; he moved like a shadow, like the ghost of one already dead, and he left nothing but sorrow in his wake.

He had been dead for so long, now; dead, while all he loved was dying for his sins and for his folly and his love.

He had loved Ost-in-Edhil, and he had invited its murderer to come within its walls; had welcomed the Enemy to make himself a home there, in their city and in their hearts. He had loved Khazad-dûm, and he had not been here to help guard the Doors he had helped craft; the Doors that had not been enough to keep it safe. He had loved his smith-craft, and had allowed his pride and grief and folly to turn that skill to darkness and to evil; had forged things of beautiful destruction with his own two hands, like his grandfather before him.

He had loved Narvi, and been able to do nothing but watch and weep as mortality stole that one true and good bright love from him; he had loved Narvi, and yet his love had turned to grief so bitter that it could only be classed as a betrayal.

He had loved Annatar, and in so doing he had doomed them all.

Celebrimbor sank to his knees before the worn stone workbench where he had once annealed starlight into silver; where Narvi had once forged moon-silver into magic. He pressed his hands against the stone, feeling the chips and pockmarks left behind by all their tools; but he could not feel the warmth they had once conjured there. The forges here had long gone cold; and Narvi was longer dead.

Narvi was so long dead.

And Celebrimbor was, once again, alone.

He folded down low upon the floor and pressed his face into his hands and he wept and wept until his voice gave out, and still he was alone. The pale sliver of reflected moonlight swam before his eyes like a band of bright ithildin, but there was no one here to forge the metal; and no words that could ever do justice to the weight of grief upon his heart regardless. It mattered not what he might say: Narvi was dead, and could not hear him.

Narvi was dead, lost to whatever dreams Mahal kept for his dwarves; lost to Celebrimbor now and to the breaking of the world. Narvi was gone, and a sliver of Sauron's soul called to Celebrimbor now softly from within that terrible band of gold that Frodo bore. Narvi was gone, and Sauron was here, and Celebrimbor was alone with no comfort but the cold and careless eye of a distant moon. Tilion did not look down on him in mercy; Tilion did not look down on him at all. He was alone.

There was only the darkness of once-bright Khazad-dûm, and the aching sorrow of Celebrimbor's shattered heart as he wept into his empty, shaking hands.

"Celebrimbor?"

The voice was soft, little more than a whisper; for a moment, it sounded like Annatar, and Celebrimbor froze, his tears choking-off wetly in his throat. His tattered soul twisted, cold and sharp against his bones. His spirit reached out, yearning still for the remembered comfort so often offered that lovely voice; it recoiled, fearful and burning with hate, from the memory of its own destruction at the speaker's hands.

"Celebrimbor, are you there? Are you all right?"

Celebrimbor drew a shuddering breath and lowered his hands. It was not Annatar—Sauron—who spoke now, he realized; was not the architect of his destruction, but rather Frodo, the small Hobbit who had all the bravery that Celebrimbor lacked and who had volunteered to carry the Ring that Celebrimbor could not dare to touch. The Ring that had destroyed him, once; that Ring that now he must destroy.

"I am here, Frodo," he made himself say. His voice cracked on the words, brittle as overheated steel or ill-carved stone. He swallowed another sob and wiped at his streaming eyes.

Frodo padded forward across the dark room on his quiet, furry feet. Celebrimbor watched the small figure of the Hobbit cross the sliver of moonlight and settle to the floor in the shadows before him. He looked up at Celebrimbor, his little face drawn tight with worry and compassion.

"Are you all right?" Frodo asked again.

Celebrimbor opened his mouth to reassure the Ring-bearer, but what came out instead was: "No."

Frodo smiled at him. There was no joy in that smile, but a great deal of kindness. "I didn't think so," he said simply. "Would you like to tell me about it?"

"No," Celebrimbor said again.

Frodo's smile did not waver. "I didn't think so," he said again. "That's all right. Can I sit with you anyway, for a while?"

No, Celebrimbor meant to say for a third time, but instead: "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, Frodo, thank you. I would like that."

Frodo nodded, and reached out wordlessly to take his tear-damp hand, and Celebrimbor let him.

They sat there together, the Ring-bearer and the Ring-maker, in the black darkness of Khazad-dûm and watched in silence as the faint sliver of moonlight moved across the floor.

In the back of both their minds, the Ring was laughing.

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #lyric #lotr #fanfiction #admittedly we get away from the ''no one there except the moon'' concept at the end by having frodo come find him #but after how bleak my entry for day two was i couldn't make another hurt/no comfort sorry not sorry #celebrimbor #frodo baggins #celebrimbor x narvi #silvergifting #fellowship au #lotr au #the one ring #sauron #annatar #moria #hurt/comfort #my writing #lotr fanfiction

[wild-lavender-rose]

'What was that? You winced.' With Legolas or 'I knew it, you're sick.' 'Go away' with Will Turner?

Hey, anon! Here's one for Legolas and I'll post the one for Will Turner next <3

For Legolas-

     "My love,"

     Legolas looked up from cleaning orc blood off his bow as you came to stand beside him. "My love." He returned to his task.

     "Sam says that the stew is ready. The warmth will do you good."

     "I am not hungry."

     "Legolas," you put a hand to his arm, only to withdraw quickly. "What was that?"

     "It's nothing."

     "You winced." You reached for him again. "Aragorn,"

     "I have already cared for it." Legolas didn't resist as you pushed up his sleeve to reveal an ugly scrape.

     “Why didn’t you tell me? Or Aragon?” You looked from the wound to him.

     Legolas’s eyes were tainted with pain. “You shouldn’t have any more reason to worry.” He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your eyes. “I can handle it alone.”

     “But you should not have to.” You stretched up to kiss his jaw. “Not when you have me.”

For you- 

     You stared into the fire and bit your lip, trying to focus on the dancing flames and not the raging pain in your leg. The orc battle was hard and you had been constantly outnumbered. You had hardly noticed when a blade slashed across your right thigh, the blood of the orcs mingling with your own. But when the dust had settled and the adrenaline was gone, the pain had begun. And it was only getting worse. 

     “Are you all right?” Aragorn studied you from where he sat on the other side of the fire, his voice soft. “You’re quiet.” 

     “The battle was hard, my lord. I’m simply tired.” You lied. 

     “You fought well.” Legolas pressed a hand to your shoulder as he came to sit beside you. 

     Your winced as his knee brushed yours, shifting in your seat in an attempt to conceal your reaction. 

But your efforts were in vain. 

     “What was that?” Legolas asked. 

     “What?” 

     “You winced.” His eyes fell to your leg, face going pale. “Aragorn,” 

     “Legolas, please, I’m fine.” You got to your feet and gave a sharp cry. 

     “Easy, easy,” Legolas caught you before you fell. “Aragorn!” 

     And that was the last thing you remembered. 

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Hello, how are you? This is my first request so I thought I'd give it a go. May I request a oneshot of Legolas recovering from a serious injury and Aragorn being his closest friend, take care of him to full health? (Fully platonic please). Thank you so much :)

I hope you like this anon ! thank you SO much for requesting and feel free to send in any more that you have! :)

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Motes of dust floated in the air, shimmering in the first rays of sun after dawn. A faint tune rang in his ears, an ancient melody, a soft song innate, yet incomprehensible due to the ravages of time. The young prince's starlight eyes finally opened. Legolas lay still on the bed, his body shattered with pain. A weakness washed over him, pinning him down. All at once, his mind raced as the events of the battlefield engulfed him.

The merciless march of the Uruk-hai, a steady earthquake of ravenous terror, had finally caught up with them. The waterlogged earth gulped for breath at their feet. The skeletal trees trembled, the long fingerlike branches quivered, fracturing under their force. Aragorn fought with all his might against the seemingly endless flood of brutality. Legolas stood by his side, his bowstring singing as he picked off Uruk after Uruk.

But then, it happened. With a sickening thud, the young prince fell. Within the swarm of violence, one of the Uruk-hai struck him down with a vicious stroke of his blade. The silver elf, a crushed butterfly on the ground: shimmering, cold, limp. His hot, sticky blood, thick like tar seeped through his clothes, and stained his pale skin. With a bubbling sob, Aragorn rushed to his friend's side, his sword flashing like lightning as he fought off the attackers.

Finally, the battle was won, but at a great cost. Legolas was gravely injured, his body broken and battered. Aragorn feared for his friend's life as he carried him to safety, away from the bloody battlefield.

For days, Aragorn tended to Legolas's wounds, never leaving his side. He cleaned the gaping gashes and lacerations, applied salves and poultices, and did everything in his power to ease Legolas's pain. Yet the elf remained trapped in a deathly slumber, his breathing shallow and ragged rattled through his lungs.

Now, he was awake. Aragorn's tender, attentive gaze hovered over Legolas as he tried to move, gritting his teeth. A sickening, festering shame contorted within the young elf, his cheeks hot with embarrassment as he became determined not to show weakness in front of Aragorn. The ranger had been his closest friend for years, and he knew he could trust him with his life. But right now, he didn't want to burden him.

Aragorn approached the bed, his face etched with worry. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

Legolas managed a small smile, despite the pain. "I'll live," he replied, his voice hoarse.

Aragorn shook his head, grimacing at his friend's facade. "You took a serious wound, my friend," he observed. "It will take time for you to recover fully."

Legolas nodded, his eyes twinkled with pain. "I know," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "But I will recover. I must."

Aragorn took a seat by the bed, his hand resting on Legolas' arm. "I will be here for you, every step of the way," he vowed. "Whatever you need, I will do my best to provide."

A gentle oath, obvious but finally spoken. A gratitude overflowed Legolas' heart. It was as incorporeal, soft, and warm as a summer breeze. He had always known that Aragorn was a loyal friend, but in this moment, he felt his heart swell with affection for the ranger. He closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath.

Over the next few weeks, Aragorn tended to Legolas' every need. He brought him food and water, helped him to bathe, and even read to him when he was too weak to do so himself. Legolas felt his strength slowly returning, and he knew that it was all thanks to Aragorn's care and devotion.

One day, as Aragorn was tending to his wounds, Legolas reached out and took his hand. "Thank you," he said softly. "For everything."

Aragorn looked up, his eyes meeting Legolas'. "You don't need to thank me," he said. "You are my friend, and I will always be here for you."

Legolas smiled, his heart swelling with affection for the man. "I know," he said. "And I am grateful for that."

And with those words they continued their journey, side by side.

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Alone

A/N: Hello friends! I hope you enjoy this little story. It was a nice way to step back into writing after some time off due to some career stuff. Leave it to Kíli to make me come crawling back haha!

Pairing: Kíli x Reader 

Word Count: 1,446

Warnings: talk of mental health issues, Hurt/Comfort, reader is a dwarf, reader wears skirts

Summary: You find Kíli alone during a hard day and he invites you to spend some time with him.

All credits to pinterest photos used below are in an original post here

It wasn’t often that you saw the royal corridors glowing in the afternoon sunlight. It was richer and more golden than that of the early morning, blasting, rather than sneaking through the high, thin slices of painted glass above you. It was as if the sun itself had lit the many torches lining the walls, instead of the tireless guards of the mountain who you knew actually kept them bright and tidy. As you walked toward your chambers, you slowed to admire the colorful beams along the stone, lest your duties keep you from ever enjoying them again. After all,  it was customary for you to leave your quarters just after dawn and only return to them once the sun was safely tucked away for the evening. This day, however, you had a break in your schedule and you meant to enjoy the performance before you. 

Until you were interrupted.

     “(Y/N),” you heard.

You turned to see Fíli. The sunlight- orange and red and blue from the stained glass- danced in his golden hair like unbound fire and winked at you from his shining beads. Not that he noticed. He was concerned.

     “Have you seen Kíli?” he asked you.

     “Not since breakfast this morning,” you said.

Fíli hummed. He looked at the dull floor, again missing the magic around him.

     “Why?” you asked. 

     “He… I’m not sure. He was very quiet during our meeting with Uncle’s advisors this morning. But I may be making something out of nothing.”

You knew that wasn’t likely. Fíli was always right when it came to his brother. Even more often than you were. 

     “He’s probably off with his bow somewhere blowing off some steam,” Fíli said.

You agreed. “If I see him, I’ll send word to you.”

     “Thank you, (Y/N),” he said with a soft smile.

He turned from you and walked down the corridor the way he came, head cast down as he went. 

You too ignored the dancing sunlight as you made your way to your chambers with purpose and speed now, no matter how the colors around you begged for your attention.

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As usual, two guards flanked the large doorway to the rooms that you and Kíli shared. You nodded your greeting to them, flashing a smile that you knew wasn’t as bright as intended due to your worry. The lock to the door clunked and you opened the heavy wooden door until you saw Kíli sitting at his desk straight ahead. Though he heard your entrance, he didn’t turn to you. 

You spoke to one of the guards in a soft voice that Kíli wouldn’t hear. “Rava, will you please send word to Prince Fili of his brother’s whereabouts? Assure him we will be spending the afternoon here and will see him at supper.”

Rava nodded and left.

The room was so still and quiet that your presence alone seemed to send harsh waves over still water, like a ship assaulting a tranquil lake.

     “Would you like to be alone for a while?” you asked.

     “Stay if you’d like,” Kíli answered, his voice deep from lack of use. There was no teasing in his words, no smirk, no smile. 

The moment you decided to let him be, leave him to those thoughts and emotions you didn’t yet understand,  he slid an extra chair out from under his desk with his foot. He placed it beside him, facing him, waiting for you.

At the doorway, you slid out of your heavy boots. You stood them up neatly next to Kíli’s and made your way to him, shedding the outer layer of your clothing and tossing it on the neatly made bed before standing behind him. Only then, with your hips pressed against the wooden back of his chair, did you see what he was doing. He was painting.

Fili was right. Something was wrong. Painting was an activity Kíli only took part in on his darkest days.

He was surrounded by a mess of supplies, sitting hunched over in his chair, his hands in fists, his ever-twitching legs still and tense. He stabbed his brush into a jar of water and swizzled it with a ferocity that would have startled any onlooker. You, however, knew it was an energy of concentration that gave Kíli his heavy hand, not one of rage. 

He explained it to you once, how painting helped him. When his thoughts circled and conversations replayed and the voice in his head growled and sneered its harmful words, painting was the only thing that gave him peace. Mixing hues and shades took him somewhere else, set him free, while his texture work- stippling and sweeping and everything in between- left the world quiet. He could escape his own mind for a while. Be alone.

With you. 

He’d wound his hair back into one thick braid, possibly at the beginning of his session. Since then, however, it had come loose, dropping long locks into his face and strands that would tickle his cheeks and forehead with every breath. You guessed that he’d been impatiently tucking them away behind his ears ever since, because the closer you looked, the more crusted paint you could see in his dark hair.

Testing, you took a piece near the front of his head and twisted it in your fingers until it became a sturdy rope. Before you could slide it behind his ear, however, Kíli straightened his back for you, silently giving you permission. He continued to work, using a knife to blend some colors, while you deftly wove his hair into a tight, but comfortable braid that would stay in place until he was finished. You ignored the fraudulent pigments in his hair and the way they peeled away from his strands and stuck under your nails. On days like this, it wasn’t unusual for you both to end up striped with paint, little consequential pieces of art leftover from Kíli’s spell.

You pressed your lips to the side of his head and cupped your hands over his shoulders in a way that wouldn’t impede his work. The scent you breathed in was so perfectly Kíli- soap, sweat, and smoke, now with added hints of acrylic and oil. You kissed his hair and left him to his painting, his freedom and peace. His shoulders curled and he hunched over the desk again, intent on his vision.

There was a book waiting for you on your bedside table. It was something you’d asked for from the library of Dale and had been delivered to you the evening before. It was a piece of human fiction, one recommended to you by a friend you’d met in the literary building. 

You took the leather bound book from where it had been left and brought it with you to the seat Kíli had pulled out for you. Gently, so as not to shake the desk, you sat in the cushioned chair and lifted your skirts to cross one leg over the other. Content to sit for the remainder of the afternoon, you opened the book’s cover, excited to begin the story. As you flipped to the following pages, however, a strong hand took your ankle. You jumped, surprised at the fingers wrapping around your naked skin, and watched Kíli as he brought your foot to rest in his lap. Looking down past his canvas, he then reached for your other calf, squeezing it as he lifted it to rest next to its twin.

He didn’t look at you, his expression didn’t change, his heavy brows didn’t lift, but as he continued to dab his paint brush over his work, his free hand gently slid your skirts up your legs, like lifting a sheet off a sleeping babe, freeing you from the round of your knees to the tips of your bare toes. He caressed your skin, swiping his thumb over the plump muscle of your calf and the bones of your ankle and knee as if he planned to paint you next, and create your image from touch alone. 

As excited as you were to have this book delivered to the mountain, you didn’t pay it much attention that afternoon. You were busy spying on Kíli, peeking at him while he blended and mixed colors. Watching the shadows gradually lift from his face, releasing the lines in his forehead and the downward turn of his rosy lips. Grinning to yourself when he unwittingly left streaks of blue paint on your legs. Feeling every moment of Kíli’s affection- that which he gave to you even in his darkest moments. 

Because even when he wished most to be alone, he wanted you there.

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Heyo! I was wondering if you could write something about the lotr characters meeting a modern!reader that starts crushing on them once they show up in middle earth? (Preferably the 4 hobbits) Happy writings!

I hope I did your request justice! Enjoy!

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

Sure enough, Frodo had heard the gossip about a strange human showing up in the Shire – not only one of the big folk, but dressed especially strangely, and talking even weirder. Being the gentleman that he is, Frodo would not investigate or snoop around any further than that. Surely that human had enough helpful hobbits around them by now… Little did he know that nothing could be further from the truth!

Your time in this strange place had been nothing but miserable. No electricity, no internet, indeed nowhere to charge your phone – it wasn’t like your navigation apps were of any help out here, recognising absolutely nothing – but still you dreaded losing your only connection to home. None of the people here could tell you where you were. They looked like D’n’D halflings, with their pointy ears and short bodies, but all they did was pretend they didn’t understand you or shoo you away with whatever tool they were holding.

When your phone eventually died, you broke down crying in the grove you had been wandering. Covering your face with your hands, you sobbed with your back against the tree. It should be cruel that you were so lonely in such a beautiful place…

Somewhen, you heard light – well, as light as these big-fooded halflings could walk – steps coming toward you. A polite and quiet voice asked, “Excuse me… Can I help you?”

You looked up with a sniff. Before you stood a halfling with the brightest and biggest blue eyes you have ever seen. He carried a book under his arm. His words and demeanour were careful, as though he tried explicitly not to scare you.

“I don’t know,” you said truthfully. As soon as the words left your mouth, a comforting warmth spread in your chest – you had already given up hope of ever finding a friendly face here! You broke into a relieved laugh.

“I thought I heard someone crying,” the halfling smiled with a wave of his book. “And from the sound of your voice, you could use a glass of water, couldn’t you?”

You rubbed your eyes. “That’d be great, yeah. Haven’t had something to drink for almost a day now. I guess. I don’t know how time works here.”

“It’s the twelfth of July,” the halfling said gently, huddling down in front of you.

You sucked in a breath – such blue eyes could only mean you were in some kind of fantasy world! “The same day I left home,” you uttered, hoping your heart would not jump out right into his face.

“And still you seemed to have travelled quite the distance,” he said and smiled. “Come on,” he offered with an extended hand, “you can rest at my home in Bag End.”

“Thank you,” you breathed. But when you took his hand, you suddenly got the feeling everything would turn out okay after all…

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･ﾟ✧ Merry.

In the hope that it would make you seem smaller, you ducked your head – but the halflings’ eyes were still firmly on you. You’d already been in their world for days, and yet they gawped at you as though you were an alien.

Well, considering you hadn’t seen any other humans in their little halfling town, maybe that was sort of true.

“The same as always,” you asked the bartender. Meaning: left-over bread and a bit of water.

“Right away,” she smiled. She was friendly – your only source of food for the past few days – but even her eyes were cautious. As though you might break something just by standing at her small bar counter. You suppressed a sigh and mumbled a quiet, “Thank you.”

“Belay that order, Rosie! They’ll have a summer vegetable ragout,” a rough voice next to chimed in. “And how about some redcurrant juice? Better than water all day. We’ll have a carafe.”

You shifted, elbows on the counter. You weren’t in the mood for petty halfling nonsense – you just wanted something to eat and get back to the tree you were hiding behind…

“On your tab, Merry?” Rosie asked, eyebrows risen in amusement.

“Yes, yes, everything on my tab.” He downed his beer and leaned further onto the counter. “My treat!”

Nothing in his voice suggested malice, so you did turn around. Next to you sat a bright-eyed halfling in a yellow vest. His cheeks were puffy from grinning. “Sorry if you looked forward to that ol’ bread,” his voice rasped. “Hope I didn’t ruin your evening.”

Something about his shamelessness made you smile. “You didn’t. Thank you.” You swallowed, but your next words left your mouth before you could stop yourself: “That’s the kindest thing someone around here has done for me.”

“Ahh, don’t give a horse’s shit about other people,” he went. “I was never averse to the big folk, and neither are the Tooks. And the Baggins’, needless to say. And, yeah, I’m a Brandybuck, so…”

Gears turn in your head – you’d heard all those names around town before. “Oh, you’re – what’s it – Merry?”

His head spun around, bright eyes staring at you. “Yeah,” he uttered. “That’s me.” He put his drink down and fumbled with the curls that had fallen into his face. You chuckled at how flustered he was all of a sudden – it was very cute! “And, and,” he stuttered, “you are…?”

You leaned in to tell him your name over the crowd’s noise. He smelled of apples and summer meadows…

When you pulled away, Merry gave you the brightest grin. “What a beautiful name!”

“Thanks,” you laughed, blushing at his smile.

“Now that that’s settled…” He shifted to give you a conspiratorial look. “We’ll get your ragout and juice, and then we can dance and sing together, what do you say?”

You laughed in disbelieve. “What?”

“Yeah! My friends are sitting over there! We can join them and teach you all the songs you need to know in the Green Dragon.” Though Merry’s enthusiasm was unmistakable, he still glanced downward, as though he was nervous about asking this of you. You thinned your lips in order not to smile like a lovebird – he was pretty charming! “I’d love to join you, Merry. Thank you.”

His joy practically exploded: “Great! Great, now then let’s go!”

“What about the ragout…?”

“I’ll teach you to dance first!” he called and took your hand to pull you with him.

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･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

Halflings, or Hobbits, as they called themselves, were a strange little people. When you had crashed into their town last Tuesday, their initial reaction to you had been rather hostile. Especially older people did not want you around, let alone talk to you.

With younger Hobbits however, the story was very different.

Children, insofar their parents wouldn’t hold them back, loved when you came to town to get food and water. They asked if you knew “Gandalf” and all other sorts of names you didn’t recognise. They also whispered secrets into your ear, about this or that sibling of theirs who had a crush on you. While amused, you shrugged it off as children’s nonsense, just the same as in your world. Until… you found a letter by the tree trunk you’ve made your home base. It was a neat and tidy letter, gorgeous handwriting, and even a seal.

Your tall figure and round ears have enchanted me…

It was a love letter! Your heart skipped a few beats – and then you laughed. Hobbits were impossible! And impossibly charming, as it would seem.

Soon you learned that they all had such tidy handwriting and beautiful stationary. The letters multiplied. Each day you found more by your home. It was getting ridiculous – so few would talk to you in person, and then apologise for it in the most beautiful letter you’d ever seen.

One day, when you found another seven letters by your base, a voice stopped you from reading them right away. “Here’s another delivery for ye!”

You turned around to find a boyish Hobbit with dishwater blond curls and blue eyes heading your way. He had a shoulder bag around his turquoise coat and marched straight toward you. You laughed when he did a little tip-toe-dance toward you.

“Wow. Then all of these are yours?” you asked.

“Wha’?” He stopped in his tracks, giving you a wide-eyed look with his lips falling open. “No, no, you couldn’t be further from the truth! Everyone’s been givin’ me letters for you, but none of it my own, I swear!”

You smiled at his charming accent and outraged expression. He even raised his hands in defence, thereby holding up the envelopes he meant to give you earlier.

“So, you’re my little messenger?” you asked, trying to ignore the urge to hug him. He was too precious!

“Somethin’ only a Took would do,” he said with a proud grin. “I bet no one’s asked you out for a bowl of Second Breakfast strawberries in person, right?”

“No?” you went, a bit unsure – was he…?

“Then I’ll do just that,” he grinned, pushing the envelopes into your hands. He smiled up at you so brightly you needed a second to understand.

“Only if you like the freshest, juiciest, reddest strawberries, that is…”

You chuckled. “What a question.”

He jumped a little, beaming like the sun. “One best asked in person, I figured. Come on, then. I’m Peregrin, by the way, but everyone calls me Pippin. Or Pip is fine, too, if you prefer that – Merry sometimes calls me that – you might know him, my first cousin, Meriadoc Brandybuck. I’m also cousins with Frodo Baggins, up in Bag End, I’m sure we can pay ‘im a visit later and play cards, that’d be a blast! And speaking of Bag End…”

Truly, you thought with a blissful smile as you walked down the hill, all that would’ve been a bit much to fit into one letter.

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･ﾟ✧ Sam.

For Samwise Gamgee, it was an ordinary day to the plant market and back. He was thinking about trying some of that summer lilac this year. The butterflies loved it, and the East side of Bag End could use another arboret anyway. It was heavier to carry than he had expected – but nothing rolled-up sleeves couldn’t handle, even below the warm late afternoon sun. With that, he was on his way back home.

You, on the other hand, were headed in the other direction. One second you were walking down the street, looking at your phone, and then…

A gust of wind made you raise your head. You had to squint your eyes against the suddenly bright and golden sun. Insects chirped around you. You were standing by a field! Below your shoes was a gravelled path, above you the clearest blue sky you’d seen in a while.

Just when you turned around, you bumped into a child coming from around the corner of the high wildflowers – or so you thought. After your initial confusion and an autopiloted “Oh, sorry!”, you realised the stranger was far from a child. Before you stumbled a tanned man with blond curls falling into his freckled face, sturdy and kind. His broad arms, exposed by a rolled-up old-timey shirt, carried a potted plant that he now steadied in-between you.

“Oh, not to worry!” he let you know. He grunted when he realised that raising the plant like this would block your faces. Rearranging it gave you time to further scan him – his feet were naked and big. And very, very hairy – “You’re a halfling!” you realised.

“Aye, sure hope I am,” the man replied. A smile tugged at his lips when his brown eyes met yours. “And you’re a human, as it looks to me.”

You laughed. He was very good at this. Had you wandered into a fantasy festival? “Yeah, um – sorry, again,” you babbled, stealing a glance at your phone. No reception.

“No worries,” he assured you. He tilted his head. “What’s that magic tablet you’re carryin’?”

You were on the verge of replying that this was just a phone, not a tablet, when he instantly straightened his posture. “I mean, not to make any assumptions, but we don’t get big folk visitin’ very often. People might stare if someone walks around with magic stuff, not to mention a beauty such as you.”

“Beauty?” Your heart picked up pace when the halfling looked at you shily from below his dark eyelashes. Your own eyes fluttered. Where were you…? “I was just walking down the street,” you mumble, “and before I knew it…”

“I know the feeling!” the halfling agreed. “One step and you don’t know where you are anymore.”

You studied him – something made you trust him. “Yeah.”

“Were you on your way to Hobbiton then? I can accompany you, very well, if you want to,” he offered you in his simple and charming manner. You couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah. Thank you!”

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[mimilind]

Sent to Middle-earth - Part 1

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Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 2700

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1. Spider’s Web

The huge spider took another step towards you. You tried to back away, but there was a tree behind you, and you could get no further. Trapped.

A hairy foot crushed the basket of bilberries you had worked so hard to gather. As you stared into the monster’s multiple eyes, helplessly awaiting your death, you cursed the magician for sending you here – and not for the first time. Middle-earth was not a cozy, romantic world with exciting adventures around each corner, and where everyone was a badass fighter. It was dark and dangerous, you were still your normal, non-warrior self, and you hated being here.

“Go away,” you told the spider in your broken Sindarin, the language your new family had taught you. 

It did not reply, and instead came closer. Its stench filled your nostrils, making you dizzy, and you could not look away from its black, dead eyes. In a last effort to protect yourself, you covered your face with your cloak.

It did not help. You felt a sharp sting through the stout wool and straight into your belly. As the poison spread through your veins, your body went limp. 

Still awake, but unable to move or even speak, you were dragged up on the spider’s web. It swiftly spun you around, covering you head to toe in sticky silk. Instead of devouring you directly, it left you hanging there like a big burrito, perhaps wanting to wait until you were dead. 

When you were alone, you felt utterly miserable. Your stay in Middle-earth had been no picnic so far, but this topped the list as your worst experience. And likely your last one, too.

Why had you ever gone into that stupid box? 

But it had been a funfair, and he was not a real magician – or so you had thought – and you had played along. After entering his vanishing box, you had said where you wanted to be sent (Middle-earth, of course!), and the next thing you knew, you stood in a dark forest outside a cabin, with an elf family staring at you like you had popped into existence right before their eyes. This, you later learned, was exactly what had happened.

That was over a year ago now, and still you had no idea how it had been possible, or if you could ever return home. If you became spider-food now, would you wake up in your own world again?

There was a rustle above you. The spider returning? You tried to see, but your eyes were partly covered, and you could only perceive vague shapes.

You heard a twang, a shrill screech, and then something big and dark fell past you, hitting the ground with a soft squelch.

“Got it.” The voice was strong and melodious; an elf voice, but none you recognized.

“Well done,” said another. “Now let us destroy these eggs.”

“We continue tracking its partner, and you catch up with us when you are finished.” The third voice sounded further away.

Whoever the elves were, they had not seen you. You tried to call out, but your mouth was full of sticky web.

“Mpff! Mph!”

“Did you hear something?”

“Up there. It has caught someone.”

You felt the web tremble and heard the voices mutter and grumble as they tried to avoid getting caught in it while cutting you loose. And then you fell, crashing down, hip first. The impact would probably have been painful, but the spider poison had made you numb, and you felt nothing.

“Sorry about that. It was the only way to get you down,” said the first voice kindly, as its owner began to peel away the cocoon from around you. When your face was freed, you could see him clearly. It was a male elf – an ellon, as they were called – with an unusual golden blonde hair color. He wore a hunter’s green tunic, and a quiver of arrows strapped across his chest. Could it be…?

“I am Legolas of the woodland guard. Who are you, and why does a human walk alone in these woods?” 

Legolas. The elf you had loved since the first time you saw him on screen, in the first Lord of the Rings movie, when he walked into Rivendell and curiously looked around. The movies had got his appearance slightly right, but even in his youth, Orlando Bloom had never been as handsome as this elf. You felt your heart beat faster.

The poison made you unable to move your lips and tongue, and your speech came out unintelligible. “I ah ooh…”

“Did the spider sting you?” Another elf came into view; this one had dark hair. 

“How unfortunate,” said Legolas. “And your hip is swelling up. I hope the fall has not broken it.”

“So, what do we do? The rest of the company is already far ahead.”

“We have to go to the camp.” He turned back to you. “Don’t worry. We are going to treat the sting wound and clean out any remaining poison. When your speech returns, you can tell us where you live, and we will help you return there.”

You blinked your eyes and made another noise, hoping it sounded grateful. These elves had saved your life.

Legolas picked you up as if you weighed nothing, and carried you in his arms along a nearly invisible path, closely followed by his friend. You felt your face heat up, starstruck to be this close to your idol, and you were almost grateful the poison made you unable to speak – for you suspected whatever you said right now, would be incredibly stupid. 

After a long walk, you came to a glade with a fireplace in its center, surrounded by a couple of tents in the same green color as the elves' clothes. Legolas carried you into one, and placed you on a blanket. He took off your cloak and folded it into a thick roll, placing it under your head as a pillow.

Then he called to his friend outside: “Can you go after the others, explaining my absence, and ask Niphredil to come back here? Meanwhile, I will do what I can, but I am no healer.”

The elf agreed, and was gone. 

“I have to cut this off, to find where you were stung. The sooner I can wash off the poison, the sooner you will get your mobility back.” Legolas looked apologetic as he ruined your outer garment, but you did not mind. The elvish family who found you all those months ago had given you clothes more suitable for this world, and you were sure they would understand. They were kind people, and you hoped they were not too worried that you had not returned home yet.

In only your undershirt you felt a bit embarrassed, and it seemed Legolas was not entirely comfortable either when he found where the wound was. He folded the hem up and exposed your stomach. Looking down, you saw the ugly mark from the spider’s stinger and felt nauseous; it was round and even, and as large as a coin. A black, oily mess covered the area, mingling with your blood, which seeped out in a sluggish trickle.

“The poison holds the bleeding back, but if I leave it there it will keep leaking into you and prolong your immobility, and possibly do some lasting damage to your nerves as well. I have to get it off, and then quickly bandage the wound. It should be painless, but with the poison gone, your sensations will slowly return. I hope the healer will have come by then; she knows better what to do about the pain.”

He soaked a cloth in something herbal-smelling, and washed the area carefully. As soon as the black filth was gone, fresh, crimson blood welled out of the hole. Legolas was ready with a wad of linen and pressed it firmly against the stinger mark, winding a long bandage around your waist to keep it in place.

Next, he checked on your hip. As he gently prodded the swelling, you felt a numb ache. 

“Ahh…”

“Does it hurt?” he looked worriedly at you.

“Little,” you managed to get out.

“I’m glad your speech is returning. I had better check this before your senses return entirely; it will probably be less painful if I do it now. May I?”

“Yeshh,” you slurred.

“I, uh, have to roll down your hose a bit.” He blushed.

“Yeshh,” you assured him. Of course he could not know you were from a world where showing one’s leg was not a big deal, especially not for medical reasons. 

Legolas fumbled a while with your hose strings; apparently he was not used to the kind of knot you had tied them with. 

Hose were interesting garments, worn by both men and women around here. They resembled a pair of very long socks, though not as elastic; reaching from the toe all the way to the crotch. Unlike pants, they were not sewn together, and tied to an underbelt to stop them from sliding down. Underneath the hose, you wore linen underwear, looking a bit like large, baggy boxer shorts – these too unisex.

Legolas had finally loosened your hose, and uncovered the leg which had hit the ground first. Your hip and upper part of the thigh had gone dark and looked twice as thick as normal. He felt along the bone, and the ache returned, a bit stronger now. You grunted.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. 

“‘S alright.”

“It could be broken, but it’s not easy to feel.” He sighed.

As he started to roll the hose back up, you stopped him. “No. Leave… Swell. Hurt.” The pain was steadily growing worse now, a sharp throbbing with each heartbeat.

“Of course.” He covered you with a blanket instead. “How are you feeling?”

“It hurts,” you said. 

“Niphredil should be back soon. She can give you something to drink. It tastes horrible, but it will take away some of the pain.”

You nodded. Your sensations had returned to your arms and hands now, and you experimentally wiggled your fingers.

“What were you doing alone in the forest?” He took on a somewhat stern tone, and you remembered the Elvenking did not take lightly to strangers roaming Mirkwood. Legolas probably helped his father guard the borders.

“I was gathering berries, but strayed too far from the others, and lost my way… I called back to them, but then the spider came.” You looked at him apologetically.

“Humans are not allowed in this land.” He frowned.

“I know, but… They took me in. A family of elves.” You described how you had been sent here by magic, but on purpose kept most of the details out. It was too hard to explain how different your world was; it was easier to make it sound like you were from another part of this world.

Legolas looked a bit skeptical, but to your relief he did not question you further.

Not long afterwards the rest of the elf company returned, and their healer took over your care. Like Legolas had predicted, she gave you a bitter draught for the pain, but it actually did help a little and also made you drowsy. Soon you were fast asleep.

♡ ♡ ♡

In the morning, the healer returned to check on you. When she removed the bandage from your stomach, she drew in a sharp, surprised breath. “It’s almost healed!” 

You looked down, and your eyes popped open. She was right. The hole was nearly gone, and had scabbed nicely. It still hurt, but much less. Uncovering your thigh, you saw that the swelling was down, and it was less dark in color, but when you tried to move your leg a searing pain shot up.

“Keep it still. The hip bone is broken,” said Niphredil. “But it still surprises me how much better it looks. If you were an elf, it would have been expected, but for a human to heal this fast… I have never seen that before.” 

Legolas came inside the tent, and heard the last part. He too examined your wounds, looking very puzzled. “Are you an elf?” he asked. “You don’t entirely look like one, but with a stamina like this, you must be.”

“Maybe the magical box did it?” you pondered. You actually had noticed some differences in yourself the past year. You were physically stronger and had more energy than before, and slept a lot less – you had accounted it to your wholesome lifestyle with lots of fresh air, healthy food and exercise – but what if your transport here had changed your body somehow? It was no less strange than you coming here in the first place.

Legolas seemed intrigued that someone could change from a human into an apparently immortal person, and resumed his questioning about your arrival here. This time, you told him more than before – the truth about where you came from. 

“So this is why you speak with an accent. If you had been from Gondor like you said at first, you would have learned Sindarin at an early age.” 

“Sorry.” The accent embarrassed you, and there were still many Sindarin words you did not know.

“Don’t be. I like your accent.” He smiled, and you felt your cheeks heat pleasantly.

Strangely, your being sent through time and space did not surprise Legolas as much as you had thought, and instead he seemed mostly curious about you and your world. But then, this was Middle-earth. Here were fire-breathing dragons and rings of power, giants who turned into stone in sunshine, talking spiders and cursed swords; here they used to have trees and lamps instead of a sun and moon, and one of the stars was a guy in a boat sailing across the sky. Magic was normal here. 

All through the day and well into the night you talked, telling Legolas all he wanted to know about the future. You only hid one thing from him: that Middle-earth and all its characters were fictive – including him. That was just too weird. I mean, how do you tell someone they are the figment of a 20th century author’s imagination?

Besides, you were beginning to suspect this was not made up. Everything felt real, and looked real. What if Tolkien too had been transported to Middle-earth, and only wrote what he had seen? It was a curious thought, and you wanted to ponder over it more before you said or did anything stupid.

♡ ♡ ♡

The following day, the elves had planned to return to the palace, and to your delight Legolas asked if you wanted to come; both because he wished to question you more, and so the healer could make sure your leg healed properly. If you agreed, he would send a messenger to the elf family where you lived and explain the situation.

“I would love to see the palace,” you said.

“Good, that’s settled then. I should make it up to you for breaking your hip.”

“Don’t say that!” you objected. “You saved my life. Had you not come, I would have become spider food.” The thought made you shudder.

“I should have cut you down more carefully. One of us ought to have stood below, catching you.”

“I’m just grateful to be alive. Think no more of it,” you assured him.

Legolas lent you one of his tunics instead of the garment he had been obliged to cut when examining you, and when you had put it on, your nostrils filled with his pleasant smell. 

The elves had made a pair of crutches for you, and though your hip still hurt, you found it worked fairly well to limp along with them. Legolas adjusted his pace and walked slowly beside you, telling you about the places you went past. Despite the increasing darkness, there was some beauty left in Mirkwood.

You listened, and tried not to gaze at his attractive face too much. Before, you had loved your imagined version of him from the movies and books, but here he was real – and greatly surpassing your imagination! His kindness towards you had only made you like him more.

♡ ♡ ♡

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[frodothefair]

꧁ Chapter 24 - Safe Harbor ꧂

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SUMMARY : Frodo comes back from the war, and finds love and healing with Sam’s sweet younger sister. (J.R.R. Tolkien meets Jane Austen.)

CHAPTER SUMMARY :  Frodo and Marigold reunite the morning after becoming a couple. Afterwards, Sam pays them a visit, and wrestles with his own feelings. Frodo and Sam then decide to tell Marigold the whole truth about Frodo’s stabbing by Shelob.

PAIRING : Frodo/Marigold Gamgee (Sam’s sister in canon), Frodo/Sam (secondary) GENRES : hurt/comfort, sickfic, whump, angst, slow burn romance, slice of life WARNINGS : PTSD; at certain points, things get intimate 💚 RATING : M┃WORD COUNT : 11 k chapter, 133 k total A/N: Wow, this chapter crossed the 10K mark before I knew it! In one of the scenes, things do get intimate, and the more detailed parts are marked by asterisks ***, as well as summarized in the footnotes.

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EXCERPT :

She and Frodo looked at one another, and there seemed to be no space between them. They saw each other more clearly and more distinctly then before – than even the prior night, when there had barely been a stitch of clothing between them.

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[kat651]

Gandalf’s apprentice pt 2

A few months had passed, you and Elrond kept your relationship secret. Not because you were afraid of telling anyone but because you both found it a bit fun to sneak around. As your relationship grew you told Elrond an important secret only Gandalf knew. You told him of your abusive

childhood and Elrond was both horrified and protective at the same time. 

He was careful never to raise his voice never to make swift or sudden moves and he always let you know of his intentions before touching you in any way…

-.-.-

You waited patiently for Elrond to be done with his meeting. You had wonderful yet terrifying news. When he came into his study with a tired expression and was more irritable than normal you knew something was wrong. 

“Elrond, what is it?” You asked as he collapsed into his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

He sighed. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, love.”

You frowned and came up behind him, leaning down to wrap him in your arms. “I’m here…” you whispered, kissing his cheek gently. “Can I get you anything?”

He motioned for you to come to the front of the chair. You did and he immediately took your hands and pulled you closer. 

You got onto the chair, straddling him as he immediately began to kiss you with passion. His arms were at round your lower back as your fingers tangled with his hair. “Elrond…”

He gently bit your lip. “Shhh…not now…” he murmured as he stood. You immediately wrapped your legs around him and he held your thighs to keep you from falling. Elrond slowly made his way to the desk and sat you on it, but you didn’t release your legs from around him as he continued to kiss you. 

Finally, you pulled away panting and he smiled at you. “This is just what I needed, thank yo-” you didn’t let him finish as you pressed your lips on his. “I love you…”

He moaned in response as he lifted you from the desk and staggered back until he was against the wall. He slowly set you down and you immediately grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the wall as you took control for the moment. 

Eventually you were the one pinned to the wall, you eyes closed as Elrond left a trail of featherlight kissed down your jawline to your neck and back up until he reached your ear. “Why didn’t you tell me you tasted this good, melith?”

You chuckled as he pressed his lips on yours again. Next thing you knew he was instructing you to jump and you did.  You immediately wrapped your legs around him. Elrond yelped as he stumbled back, falling onto the carpet. He chuckled as you landed on top of him. “You alright?”

You nodded and kissed his cheek. “I’m fine, are you ok?”

He nodded and pulled you closer. You straddled him once more and began to cover him in kisses as he placed a hand on the carpet to keep himself steady the other hand was lost in your hair. 

You chuckled as he pulled your head closer, clearly craving your touch. 

-.-.-

You both sat in the oversized chair in Elrond’s study. He had a book on his hand and you were both lazily reading the contents. And next thing you knew, you were asleep, head wresting on Elrond’s shoulder. 

Elrond smiled and quietly closed the book, placing it to the side before pulling you closer and placing a kiss on your forehead before closing his eyes as well, holding you in his arms. 

Hours passed and the moon was now high in the night sky. 

Suddenly there was a knock Elrond stirred but his eyes remained closed. 

“Elrond, I know you’re in there,” the voice belonged to Saruman no doubt of it. 

Another knock then the door was pushed opened. “Elrond I don’t fancy to you ignoring me,” Saruman paused. Though the chair was facing away he could see Elrond’s head tilted back as he slowly roused from his sleep. 

“Saruman, what could you possibly need at this hour of the night?”

Saruman cleared his throat. “It’s y/n, Gandalf and I have searched all of Rivendell, she’s gone missing.” 

Elrond was thankful for the shadows of the room as he blushed crimson. “Did you check the library?”

“Yes! OF COURSE I CHECKED THE LIBRARY!” Saruman yelled. 

Your eyes fluttered open. 

“If anything happens to her-”

“Who’s yelling?” You asked in a groggy tone, sitting up completely and looking at Elrond with confusion. 

Saruman turned beat red. Both from shock and a little anger. “Y/n, what in middle earth are you doing in here?!”

You immediately jumped to your feet. “I- I can explain-”

Saruman grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the room and down the hall. “What are you thinking? Lord Elrond is just that, a lord, you can’t just-” Saruman huffed in anger. “I’ll be surprised if your allowed back in Rivendell at all…go apologize to Elrond, now…”

You went to go but Saruman stoped you. “Actually, that’s probably a bad idea to do so tonight. Go to your chambers you are to stay there until we leave.”

“But-”

“No, this is not up for negotiation.”

You stood for a moment, forcing your tears to stay in your eyes. 

“GO!” Saruman shouted. 

You jumped a bit in shock before running off. 

You ran not to your chambers but to the garden and collapsed, sobbing as you hid by the bushes. 

-.-.-

“You yelled at her?!” Elrond asked in shock. 

Saruman sighed. “That girl has to learn to keep her nose out of other people’s business. I apologize for her intrusion Elrond-”

“Where is she?” Elrond interrupted. 

“What?”

“Where is y/n?”

Saruman blinked. “I sent her to her chambers, why?”

But Elrond was already making his way to the garden, worry on his face.  He knew if you went anywhere it would be the gardens. 

Saruman watched Elrond run off, confusion slowly adorning his face. 

There was the sound of a twig snapping and you flinched. 

Elrond slowly came closer. “Y/n, it’s only me… where are you hiding?” 

You sniffled. “I’m not supposed to talk to you…”

Elrond frowned. “I will speak with Saruman” he said gently as he pushed aside the bushed and found you in a ball on the ground. 

He lifted you gently and set you on a bench, gently wiping your tears away. “It’s alright, I’m here now…”

You grabbed him and sobbed into his chest. 

Elrond rubbed circles of comfort on your back. “Shhh, It’s alright melith nin, I’m here now…”

You looked up at him and he gently pecked your lips. “E-Elrond…I…” 

Elrond gently shushed you and pulled you back into his arms. “Everything will be alright.”

“I can’t believe he yelled at me…” you whimpered. 

Saruman suddenly cleared his throat and you both stood, you hid behind Elrond, trembling slightly. 

“Y/n, I told you to go to your chambers and you deliberately disobeyed me. Saruman’s voice was stern and a bit angry which caused you to whimper ever so slightly. 

“Well? Do you have anything to s-” Saruman paused as Elrond held up his hand to silence him. 

“There is no reason to yell at her, you frightened her and she ran, a natural response for anything living.”

Saruman crossed his arms. “That still- their is no exception for disobedience, you of all people should know-“

“You have no idea what she’s gone through.” Elrond said, trying to keep his cool. 

“Oh but you do?”

“Yes,” Elrond said calmly, looking over at you. “And so does Gandalf.” You were pulled to Elrond’s chest as he spoke. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m taking y/n with me…”

You held onto Elrond’s hand as he led you back inside. You both ran into Gandalf and you burst into tears as both of them held you close. “Oh, y/n… what’s wrong?” Gandalf asked, soothing you gently. 

You looked at Elrond and he answered for you. “Saruman… yelled at her…”

Gandalf’s eyes widened. “He what!?” 

You didn’t flinch when Gandalf raised his voice, you knew he wasn’t angry with you. Gandalf gently squeezed your arm before storming off. “He shouldn’t have done that…”

Elrond pulled you along and into his chambers, gently laying you in the bed before crawling in as well and letting you snuggle up to him. 

You gasped and sat up, “with all the commotion I forgot to tell you…”

Elrond looked at you with concern. 

You grabbed his hand and placed it over your stomach. “I’m pregnant…”

Pt 3 soon!!

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pt three here

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