#meriadoc brandybuck x reader

[papillonapothecary]

merry brandybuck, ‘nightmare’

through the entire night, you tossed and turned, attempting to find a comfortable position. there was no luck in finding comfort when fear was heavier on your mind than sleep, much like your friend frodo.

you were discreet when hiding your uncomfort, especially while legolas was only a few feet away standing guard for the current moment. nearly everything that was a potential threat crossed your mind, but you tried to subdue it until actually needed to be a concern.

"(y/n)," your brother whispered, despite you thinking you'd hidden your sleepless night, legolas was not a fool.

quietly making your way over to him and sitting down on the grass next to his feet, much like you would when you were a child.

"why do you thrash around like something is bothering you?"

"because something is bothering me."

he didn't speak, which was his way of saying 'go ahead.'

"what happens if we do not help frodo destroy the ring? what will happen to the hobbits? aragorn? us? what about gimli? gandalf?" before you could notice, you began rambling on and on which legolas let you air out any concerns so he could shut them down at the end.

"do you not have faith in any of us?"

"it's not that i don't, i just fear that sauron's efforts might be more than what we're expecting."

"you're wise to acknowledge that, but it's best if you don't. the ring will be destroyed once frodo throws the ring-"

"have you not noticed how the ring has already affected the poor boy?"

"i have, but he is strong."

neither of you spoke, he was letting you process the idea that worries were insignificant in the grand scheme of things. you sat there, staring at the dirt and attempting to think of something to say but he eventually cut off your thoughts.

"go to sleep, muinthel." he ruffled your hair as if you were a little kid.

rolling your eyes and standing from your seated position, you began walking back to where your items were when you heard him ask, "why did you mention the hobbits first in your worries?"

you spun around quickly, looking back at him but he already had his back to you. heat rose to your cheeks, but luckily no one was awake to hear it. even if frodo was awake, there was no way he was worried about whatever legolas had to say.

the night after that you felt would go by just fine, especially seeing that legolas shifted your attention towards a certain hobbit.

meriadoc brandybuck.

you weren't sure how legolas knew about your crush, but that was besides the point. you'd been flirtatious with the hobbit since you first met him in rivendell. he was ruffling through your bag with pippin, they both argued that they thought it had been left behind as if you'd not just left the bag to go talk to lord elrond.

from that moment forward, you'd been smitten. he would flirt back but would often get pulled away into other more serious matters, like his dear cousin getting scolded by gandalf.

you weren't quite sure how you, an elf, could have such strong feelings for the hobbit. you often flattered yourself with using aragorn and arwen as an example, knowing neither of you quite fit those standards.

as you began thinking more and more about the potential of a relationship with merry, you began to doze off and eventually fall completely asleep. it only lasted for what felt like a few minutes until you woke up in a cold sweat.

frodo put the ring on his finger one last time. you stood next to sam, begging frodo to throw it but he wouldn't. sam had tears on his face, and he looked as if he'd just went through a lifetime of military battles.

'frodo, please.’

the look in his eye was dangerous, he began to march towards you with his hands out as if he were going to strangle you. with that image in your mind, you woke up.

a loud gasp escaped your lips and the figure that was approaching you jumped a little. your breathing was hard and rigid as you tried to make yourself become back in touch with reality.

"(y/n)," they kneeled down next to you, "it's okay, you're okay."

merry grabbed your hand gently, afraid to alarm you too much. when you finally realized that frodo hadn't been tainted by the ring and that you were still where you were when you fell asleep.

"merry?"

he hummed in response, "don't worry, it's only me. everyone else is still asleep, aside from your brother."

he knew mentioning that legolas was only a few feet away would be more comforting to you than anything. you glanced to spot him, and there he was. he hadn't strayed too far from where he was earlier when you spoke.

"do you wanna talk about it?" glancing back over to merry, you shook your head.

"not about that," your breath was still shaky, causing your words to be the same as well. you could tell he wanted to talk to you, but he understood if right after waking up from a nightmare was not the time. he began to get up but you gripped his hand before he could go anywhere, "but i still want to talk."

he put a finger up as if he was saying 'hold-on.' you watched as he nearly hopped over pippin's sleeping form to grab his satchel that he'd been using as a pillow, and then nearly trampling pippin again to come back to you.

that was another thing about your crush on merry. he could always make you laugh, no matter what mood you were in prior.

he sat down next to you, "what do we wanna talk about?"

you grinned, trying to hide your previous fears behind humor. you placed a finger on your chin, acting as if you were going to ponder on a topic.

"tell me about your life before you got wrapped up with this."

he began telling you everything. and that means everything. the poor hobbit started at the first moment of his life as a baby. he went on for ages, but you weren't complaining. it was interesting to hear about how hobbits were raised, seeing it was far different than how you were.

once he arrived at present time, he asked you about your life. you started the story as he did.

"well, my father is the king of the elves of-"

"king?"

"do you want my father's life story or my own?"

his face became red, but you could only giggle. you heard your brother chuckle beyond the trees, but continued. you told him about everything, and explained why you are so close to your brother. he was amazed at how eventful your life had been, and for an elf, you were very young.

he had a question about nearly everything, and would often find himself getting way too happy about your accomplishments for you.

"do you consider legolas your best friend?"

"the only person i really know is legolas," you smile, "he's not too bad, so i guess that is a yes."

"well you have us too!" he beamed, "us as in me, pippin,-"

"hm, legolas may be a tad better." you teased, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"yeah, but can your brother do this?" he started to get up to show you something, but you answered with a quick 'probably' that made him chuckle.

it wasn't until then, you realized how loud you both were being.

"merry, get over here!" you whisper yelled, trying to get his attention as he ran towards aragorn's sword that laid on the ground next to him.

he stopped in his tracks and looked back at you, seeing that you were smiling so he knew he was doing something right. instead of grabbing the sword, he came back to you and sat down again.

"are you feeling okay?"

you nod with no response, instead moving to lay back down. he mimicked your actions, going to lay down as-well. he noticed you had nothing to lay your head on, "a princess shouldn't have to lay her head on the ground."

you blushed at his comment, and he stretched his arm out to put it around your shoulder. your head rested perfectly on him, and you placed your hand on his chest.

the two of you laid in silence for a moment.

"merry," you paused, waiting for a sign that he was still awake.

he hummed in response again.

"thank you."

"you don't need to thank me. i just needed you to smile again."

with that, you both fell alseep in each other's grasp. that was until the next morning, which you'd not though of the reactions of the others.

the morning sun caused your eyes to flutter open, and the first thing you saw was a wide-awake pippin. he sat criss-crossed next to you and merry as if he was a lost puppy, wanting attention.

"good morning, (y/n)!" he grinned, "it looks like you and merry enjoyed each other's company last night."

"good morning pippin.."

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[spxllcxstxr]

Light up the Sky • M.B & P.T

(Gif not mine)

Request: First of all I’d like to say that I loved the Merry and Pippin domestic hcs (and just so you know you’re literally one of my new favorite lotr tumblrs)! And because I’m lotr trash I would like to request more hcs (or maybe a fic???) if you’re not too busy! Consider: Merry and Pippin (can you tell who my favorite characters are lol) with a hobbit!witch! reader (preferably female but of course it’s up to you). Thanks so much! ❤️ -- @bisexualbumblebeeblogs​

Summary: Merry and Pippin are best friends with a witch. Chaos ensues

Warnings: not lotr/silm accurate lmao, you’re one of the blue wizards, hobbit!reader, platonic merry, you, and pip,

Word Count: 900

A.N: god I love me some merry and pippin content, Tolkien’s magic system??? Never heard of it Lmao

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“Could you make us fly, (Y/n)?”

“Make you fly?” Your eyebrows raise underneath your blue brimmed hat at the preposterous question from your fellow hobbits.

“Don’t mind Pip, (Y/n), he’s just giddy from all the treasure we got at Farmer Maggot’s.” Merry bumps into his younger cousin, eyes lighting up. “You could turn him into a toad if you so desire,”

“Merry!”

“Now a toad is quite tempting…” Tapping your darkwood staff on your chin, you mimic considering Merry’s idea. “The little ones would have such a fun time chasing after you with nets and their grubby little hands,”

Pippin’s eyes widen at the thought. “You wouldn’t do that to me, would you (Y/n)?” His accent becomes thicker with the question.

“Of course not, Pip,” You chuckle, ruffling his curly hair. “I have long forgotten that spell, so you know how many books I would have to go through to remember it again?”

Your fellow hobbit relaxes, hands returning into his deep pockets instead of fiddling with his purple scarf. Though the sun covers the Shire in warmth, Pippin still insists on wearing it.

“Would Gandalf not know the spell?” Merry asks, still grinning at his amphibious suggestion.

“Gandalf?” You furrow you eyebrows. “No, it would be something Radagast would know…”

“Radagast?” Merry asks.

“The brown,”

“Oh! The one from Bilbo’s story!” Pippin bursts excitedly, his grin growing. The younger hobbit jitters with energy. His cousin is in a similar state at the mention of Bilbo’s stories.

“Now, my dear hobbits,” You clap your hands together, a plan forming in your mind. “I don’t know about toads but I do have something you may like,”

Their eyes light up, the resemblance between the Took and the Brandybuck’s more apparent than usual. Mischief really bringing the two families together.

You fumble with your blue cloak, searching for the object you put together mere days ago for this very purpose.

“We’ll what is it?”

“Patience, Peregrin Took,”

Eventually you find what you’re looking for, the little cylinder is tucked deep in your cloak behind so many other things. Quickly, you reveal it to your friends.

“Fireworks,” You whisper, leaning in closer. “But not anything like dear old Gandalf’s. You two will forget he’s even a wizard once you see what I have concocted for us,”

“No way…” The two mumble, dazed at the prospect. They remember Gandalf’s fireworks, the entire Shire remembers them, and how could you possibly top those?

You find that in your many years of living in Middle Earth you’ve been deciding to have more fun with your long, long lifespan. These two reckless hobbits certainly helped you in that decision as well.

They showed you the pleasures of harmless chaos and since then you’ve been grateful for their friendship.

“What will it do?” Merry shakes himself out of his stupor. His eyes never leave the explosive.

“It’s a surprise, Merry, for tonight,” You sneak in back into your robes. “Meet me at the Party Tree at nightfall,”

You throw them one last wink before you glide away to your own hobbit hole. Their laughter and excitement could be heard all the way from the Bywater.

When night falls the Shire the bombarded with the sounds of the chirping crickets and the buzzing of the mosquitos. The humidity is oppressive though it’s nothing you’re not used to. You’ve spent most of your years on Middle Earth in this area. It was your home after all.

By the time you get to the Party Tree, Merry and Pippin are already leaning against the ginormous trunk.

“You’re late,” Merry snarks, watching you trudge through the grass toward the two of them.

“A witch is never late, nor is she early, she arrives precisely when she means to,” You reply, smirking at your friends.

“Alright, alright,” Pippin pipes up, his eyes glinting, even in the darkness of night. “It’s time to light up the sky,”

You and Merry him in agreement, you set up the cylindrical object far enough away from the tree branches. This in particular needed it’s space.

The tip of your staff produces a small flame to light the fuse.

“You two may want to step back, or at least stay close to me,”

The two hobbits scamper towards you, eyes never leaving your invention.

Within seconds the firework zips off into the sky leaving a spiral trail of sparks in its wake. It only takes a moment before there’s a loud burst-like thunder-and the night sky looks like it was set ablaze, rippling with various colors.

First red, then purple, then green, it’s never ending.

You hear your neighbors cheering in delight, children begging their parents to go outside, drunks asking if this was a dream.

For the first time in their lives, Merry and Pippin are silent beside you. Their eyes are wide and reflecting the colors of the changing sky, mouths agape. This was something they’ve never seen before, and they may never see it again; who could tell?

It lasts for quite a few ticks of a grandfather clock before slowly dissolving, leaving the Shire with the dark night sky and the twinkling stars.

“Better than Gandalf, indeed,” The two hobbits breathe out, eyes still trained on the sky way up above them.

With both arms wrapped around their shoulders, you continue to stare up in wonder with them.

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[luna-writes-stuff]

For the November writings: May I please suggest Merry (Lord of The Rings) x reader with the song “long story short” by Taylor Swift, please? Thank you so much! 🧡🌺🍄🍁

WAIT WOW THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR A WHILE I AM SO SORRY AND YES IT IS ON THE LIST🫶🫶

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[fun-k-board]

Lord Of The Rings With a Platonic, Child Reader From Our World

Characters included : Frodo Baggins, Legolas, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin ' Pippin ' Took and Meriadoc ' Merry ' Brandybuck

Note(s) : They don't have the time to turn around, so you sort of get roped into joining them, at least until they find a place for you to stay.

Also, in this the reader knows about the Jackson movies but never really paid attention to them, and they haven't read the books.

Frodo Baggins

Ah, yes, Frodo. Resident ring bearer and anxiety magnet. He was quick to defend you if any suspicion arouse of your random arrival, you're a human and can't even reach his height, the Hobbit that can't reach an elves or humans chest, so, you must be incredibly young. Because of this, Frodo can't help but want to help you, especially on the quest.

He's very sweet and caring with you and makes sure you get enough rest. Frodo can't exactly carry you, so if you get too tired to walk the most he can do is hold your hand and guide you along. Despite that, he helps in other ways.

Like how he's always giving you extra food and maybe even a spare coat or blanket that's laying around, he makes sure you get enough sleep even if it means he gets less. Given he's the most important part of this mission to destroy the ring, he's usually a bit babied and overprotected, not so much that's it's immediately noticeable, but it's there.

So, he understands how annoyed you can get when it happens with you, though he definetly thinks your situations are different considering he's technically an adult and you aren't even close to being one.

Frodo isn't too sure how to help you when it comes to you being afraid, or angry, or even just in a state of depression about your situation. He doesn't exactly realise how strange and overwhelming it must be for you, until or if you begin to start wearing down mentally. His solution is to try and read you stories, no, he didn't exactly bring any books with him, but he has certain books memorised.

It may help, it may not, but the thought is what counts, and he is trying to help you the best he can with the unfortunate situation he's in.

If you ever claim to know him or the fellowships story, maybe Bilbo's, or even accidently letting in on events to follow, he's stunned. At first given the fact you claimed to be from a land nobody, not even Gandalf, has heard of, the strange reactions you had to their foods and way of life, among many, many other things, he became convinced you weren't human. That, or you were from a different time, the future specifically, he'd never fully believe it or bring it up, but it's always a sneaking suspicion you aren't what you claim.

When it comes time to leave you at a safe village, you're clearly unhappy, wanting nothing more than to stay with the Hobbit who helped you through your toughest hours. Yet, he understands you mustn't come with him, it's far too dangerous for you. And so, he leaves, leaving you heartbroken.

When he eventually returns, the ring destroyed, Middle Earth saved, he can't help but feel empty. His time spent with you becomes short lived, a few months at most, before he decides to move on, leaving you alone again, I suppose it makes leaving Middle Earth to return home easier, but all the more bitter.

Legolas

Legolas understood how weak humans are compared to his kind, and to see a human child so alone made his heart break. He couldn't help but become your protector, especially when you seemingly had no idea how to function in this world. Sometimes, if you're too tired and the rest of the group isn't, he'll pick you up, it can make you feel a little weak, but he assures you it's just because you're young. He'd treat any other child the same.

I think he may be one of the few to actually understand in part what you mean when you say you aren't 'from here'. He won't clock in immediately, but after seeing just how different you viewed life and just everything in general, how you can't do the most basic of tasks without some help, or how you looked at him with such familiarity, there's just a lot he notices that makes him raise a brow.

If you tell him, Legolas may believe your making it up, you're a kid after all, one that's going through a lot. But, after realising you're dead serious he wracks his brain trying to remember if anybody has ever mentioned something like this happening. He wants to try and help you go home, and plans to bring you home with him so he can find a solution somewhere. And if he can't find one? He wants to help you find peace in your predicament as long as you stay there.

When it comes time to leave you at a safe haven, he is sad to leave you behind, you're a little friend, after all. But, he understands it must be done, and explains to you exactly that, which makes the ending a bit more sweet than bitter.

Eventually, he does return, and meets with you once more, he understands that in a blink of his lifetime you'll be dead, but, that doesn't stop him from being your closest ally during all of this. However, you do need to return to Earth. He finds himself mourning you far sooner than he expected.

Samwise Gamgee

Sam becomes a literal dad, you're a random human kid in this traumatic journey to destroy one of the most dangerous items in the entirety of middle Earth, and you claim to have no idea where you are. He's giving you extra food, holding your hand and picking you up, if you get too cold or scared in the night he'll try hugging you for a while and telling you stories of misadventures in the Shire. As plain as they may seem compared to a journey to destroy the most dangerous object in the entirety of Middle Earth.

If you're sad, the most he can do is offer comfort in the way of cuddling, or a story, sometimes he even has to ask Gandalf for help because he's just so lost. Anger is something he can deal with a little better, he holds your hand and tells you why you should be angry, but you shouldn't keep it bottled or use it unfairly against others.

I think at first Sam would just believe you come from a strange human place, and that's why your behaviour is so off. That's until he notices some things, when asked about things he'd consider basic knowledge, you are completely blank, sure, maybe you know what an elf is, but after that you sort of just stare at him confused at what he's talking about. You even believed him to be a dwarf at first!

He asks Boromir and Aragorn if they know any human places that you're talking about, neither know, so he's even more perplexed at what on middle earth you're talking about. He begins to believe you're making it up, he's not condescending like most adults, and he pretends that he understands if to give you some peace of mind, but all it does is make you more frustrated and scared. You just want to go home.

Your short time as friends comes to an end, he must leave further on in the journey, and you must stay behind, you both understand, well, he does and you partly do, all you can do is wait for the ring to be destroyed.

Sam returns, and he takes you back to the Shire with him, where he introduces you to everybody, you're almost like a child to him, but then you leave to go back to Earth. He can't stop his heart from breaking, even more so when Frodo leaves.

Meriadoc 'Merry' Brandybuck and Peregrin 'Pippin' Took

The fact you're incredibly young, found yourself in a traumatic and confusing situation, let's not even mention the fact there's little people with gigantic hariy feet and no shoes, you'll probably try and cope. Whether that's with humor or shutting down, Pippin and Merry are a package deal, no matter if you like them or not, a young and confused presence egnites their curiosity.

Besides, Gandalf specifically told them to not be overbearing and or overwhelm you, so what does Pippin, master of disappointing and angering the grey wizard do? That's right, he becomes overwhelming. And Merry, master of attempting to one up his dear friend, does the exact same.

How they do this depends on your mood, if you're depressed and very shy they'll try cheering you up, asking questions about your home, if that makes it worse? They begin acting even more childish than usual to make you laugh, to the literal pain and torture of Gandalf. But if you're trying to cope with humour, they are more so just tagging along, making jokes that distract you from your pain.

Neither will clock in that you're from an unfamiliar world, sure, you're weird, but so are they. Both assume your strange actions are simply just a result of you being a human, do Boromir or Aragorn act the same? No, but you're a human kid so, that probably factors in somehow.

Both laugh you off if you try to explain the truth, they don't believe you, and reduce it to a good story that they can give to Frodo to write about. You may get angry, sad, or just decide to go with it, neither really notice that you're not lying until someone else points out how dumb that idea is.

When it finally comes time to drop you off, you want to stay with the two, because while they're in part strangers and this is a strange land, they're at least familiar, unlike the place they're basically abandoning you at. Pippin and Merry feel the same, and so sneak you with them.

The situation may become dire, and you probably get incredibly unhealthy and sickly in your time with them, but when it's all over, you feel like you've gained two older brothers. Which will make it so much more painful when you have to say goodbye.

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[autistook]

DAISIES - pt 1

Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader/soft oc

Words: 3.1k

Summary: You have been best friends with Merry (and Pippin) for several years. You see each other on almost a daily basis and have been referred to as the unseperable trio, as you do almost everything together, and have all been there for each other, through thick and thin. Slowly, you start to feel something shift. Something feels different when you look at Merry.

SLOOOOOOOW burning romance, pre - the Fellowship of the Ring.

Possible TW's: panic attack, anxiety, mentions of drowning and death, dead parents

English is not my first language, and this is the first fanfiction I have written since I was 10 years old, so I apologize for any errors or confusion. 😭 Treat me gently, I am sensitive to critisism lol

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The sun glistened on the leaves, making the raindrops that fell on them the night before look like diamonds. The grass was damp under your feet, and the slight breeze felt comfortable on your skin. The sounds of the Shire were as usual: lots of Hobbits doing their regular chores, children running around and a few groans here and there, when the sleepiest of all were forced to get up early. Your gaze followed a beautiful bird flying from one tree to another. The bird was a beautiful one, with a bright-red chest and a grey back, the feathers on the wings being different shades of grey and black. It's melodic singing as it sat on the old willow branch, is always a reminder for the Shire folk that spring has arrived. There was a fresh lavender smell in the air, and as you stopped on your feet to enjoy it, you noticed another familiar scent.

Your gaze moved to a pastry shop window, and as you started walking towards it, you could see your best friends enjoying a couple of scones, filled with strawberry jam. Your lips curved into a smile as you opened the wooden door, and the bell above it rang to announce your arrival.

The friendly Hobbit lady behind the dusty, old counter greeted you gleefully. Her hair was grey, curls all the way down to her shoulders, and the smile lines nearing the corners of her eyes revealed just how happy of a personality she must have. But your eyes weren't focused on her, but to the two young Hobbits now noticing your entry. Pippin's green eyes sparkled with joy as he noticed you enter the room. More happy than Pippin to see you, was Merry. You had been best friends with the two for a number of years, and almost every week, the three of you would sit at the bakery, planning some mischevous pranks and talking about any new happenings around the Shire.

"We were wondering where you were!" Pippin exclaimed, mouth full of the delicious scone, and some red jam from it that had decided to settle on his lips. Amused at the sight, you smirked but still decided to not say anything, as usual. It would be funnier to see how long it would take him to notice his messy appearence.

"Sorry, I had other things in mind," you said in serious tone, pulling up a chair and sitting between the two. The round table was full of crumbs and there were two empty plates. You looked at the plates and then at your dearest friends, raising one brow as if to question how on earth they could have this ritual without you.

"We got hungry, I'm sorry!" Merry said, wiping his palms on his cream colored cotton shirt.

"How dare you!" you answered with a playfully offended tone. You turned to look at Pippin for an apology, but the young Hobbit just shrugged his shoulders, and kept munching the last piece of scone in his mouth. You shook your head and chuckled slightly, leaning back on your chair.

"What did you mean when you said you had other things in mind?" asked Merry, curiously, now wiping his mouth with a napkin. You took a deep breath and crossed your arms.

"It's been twenty years," you stated, as if Pippin and Merry were supposed to immediately understand the rest of that sentence. The two locked eyes. Their faces could only be described as curious, but utterly confused.

"Twenty years since what?" Merry inquired. His blue eyes looking straight into yours, his gaze making you feel like he was almost concerned.

"Since my parents died," you sighed. Pippin immediately turned to look at Merry, flustered as the two completely forgot about this tragic event in their best friend's life.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Merry apologized, his tone full of shame. "I completely forgot that was today."

"It's quite alright. You couldn't have known," you said with a faint smile. Your head might have told you to act fine, but the sadness behind your eyes revealed your true feelings: how tragically heartbroken you felt at that moment and how twenty years still wasn't enough of healing.

"But we should've remembered!" Merry cried in guilt. Pippin apologized, mouth full of scone, then finally swallowing the last piece. You reassured both of them that they did not offend you in any way, and that you would be fine.

"Is there anything we can do?" Merry asked, like he was in a rush to cheer you up.

"Yes! We could do something fun!" Pippin said cheerfully, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He slammed his hands on the table, making the empty plates clink against each other. "How about we go for a swim?"

"You know I can't swim, Peregrin!" you cried, arms still crossed, your fingers fidgeting with the soft fabric of the sleeves on your favorite yellow dress.

"Didn't you say you have had practice?" Pippin asked, puzzled.

"It doesn't mean I can."

"Well, we could always just go just hang around the water, you know?" Merry suggested, trying to not make your mood any worse. "We used to do that all the time when we were just little innocent Hobbits." You smiled at him with gratitude. Merry's lips curved upwards and his eyes had a glimmer of pride in them.

"That actually sounds great," you finally responded to him. "When should we go?"

"How about immediately?" said the young Took suddenly, and before either of you could answer, he was already up from his chair, quickly whisking away the empty plates from the table.

"I guess we're going?" you chuckled. You and Merry got up and before you could make a leave, he put his palm on your shoulder. His warm touch gave you a sense of comfort.

"But seriously, are you okay?" he asked, looking at you from under his brows, his eyes full of concern. You nodded and gave him a soft smile.

On your way to the river, the sun was rising higher in the sky, warming your skin. The spring breeze had settled, the lavender scent no longer lingering in the air.

"I can't believe you still can't swim," Pippin said, shaking his head. You groaned in frustration as a response. "You should know at this point!" he teased, skipping ahead of you and Merry. You shook your head. Still fidgeting with the fabric of your dress, Merry took notice of it.

"Can I help your anxiety in any way?" Merry said suddenly.

"How do you know I'm feeling anxious?" you asked, looking at him full of confusion. Merry smiled softly and compassionately.

"You always fidget something with your fingers when you feel anxious," he responded and gestured towards your sleeve, where the tips of your fingers now suddenly had stopped rubbing the dress, like they almost felt shy for being caught. You blinked slowly, moving your eyes to look at your delicate hands.

"I never realized that it was noticeable," you mumbled, slightly embarrassed. You were aware of it, but did not know it was a telltale sign of anxiety for others.

"We've been friends for years," he said, as the three of you kept walking towards the water on a gravel path, Pippin just slightly ahead of the two of you. "Of course I notice things like this."

You smiled at him, impressed by this small detail that he had noticed. Pippin was still slightly ahead of you two, every now and then stopping to gesture for you two to move faster. "That's kind of endearing, actually," you smiled and Merry let out a small snicker, turning his face to the ground.

"You actually have a lot of tells for how you're feeling," he said in a confident and knowing tone. This made you plead for him to tell you what he had noticed. "I'm not going to tell you what they are!" Merry smirked visibly amused. "Where's the fun in that?"

"If I have a tell, I will have you tell me what it is!" you said in a commanding tone, horrified of this revelation.

"I think not!" Merry exclaimed, his tone mischevous. "You just have to wonder about it for the rest of your life!" he laughed, and then in a mocking, high pitched voice, imitating you, he said: "Oh no! How did Meriadoc know I was exceptionally happy today? How did he notice I was nervous? Whatever will I do? How will I ever figure it out?"

"You jerk!" you laughed, elbowing his side gently, making him stumble a little to the left. It made him want to continue teasing you, still mocking you.

"Oh, how will I ever know? Merry is such a master at reading people!" he continued, making you crack up a little. You gave him a gentle push. You then suddenly bumped into Pippin, who was standing there, waiting for you.

"What took you so long?" Pippin asked.

"You were practically running!" Merry responded, still a wide smile on his face from teasing you. He gestured towards you and smirked. "And as I can tell from her expression, her old age has caught up to her, and her body gave up, forcing us both to slow down."

"Excuse me?" you said as your jaw dropped. "I am younger than you, Merry! I will have you know, if someone has any problems with their old age, it's you, Mister Brandybuck! Now, you old prune, what are my tells? Tell me!"

"My dear friend," Merry said, putting his hands on your shoulder. "I absolutely will not tell you."

"What are you two on about?" Pippin asked confused. Merry just chuckled, and gestured you both to follow him to a shallow part of the river, so you could safely sit with them without going too deep. You scrunched your nose at Merry, and walked behind him and Pippin to the water.

You had sat on a large rock, smoothed down by the flowing water, making it sparkle under the rays of sunshine. Every now and then some water ran over the rock, drenching your dress from the parts that were laid on the almost black stone. Twenty minutes had passed, and Merry gestured you to come closer to the slightly deeper water. You shook your head, fidgeting the sleeve of your dress anxiously. The water had finally washed away the jam from Pippin's lips as he kept plunging into the water, diving for what seemed like a forever. Pippin's head ascended from the cool water and he shook his head like a wet dog, trying to dry his curls.

"Come on, it's just waist deep!" Pippin tried to pursuade you. You just shook your head again. Pippin locked his eyes with Merry's. They both nodded in unison, turning to look at you again. "I bet you a small pouch of Southern Star that you don't have the courage."

Your ears perked up at the mention of pipe-weed. It was a delicious offer, but just the thought of going in any deeper made your heart pound faster. Pippin and Merry also knew just how to press your buttons right; they knew how competetive you were. "How much are we talking?" you inquired, your ears doing one small wiggle as your body started to show signs of peaked interest. This made Pippin and Merry chuckle.

"Does it matter? You don't have the guts!" Merry cried with a wide grin on his face. This made your fingers stop fidgeting the dress, and instead your fingertips squeezed the fabric tightly. You stood up, careful not to slip on the wet rock, and tipped your toes in the water, moving them on the surface lightly. You gave a challenging look to both mischevous hobbits, and hopped in the water, ankle deep. You took one deep breath, inhaling the warm air to help calm you down. One step after another, you slowly waded towards Merry and Pippin, who looked rather amused and impressed. The water rose as you waded in deeper and as the cold water touched your hips, you froze still.

It felt like the world stopped for a moment, and the surrounding noises of the river flowing suddenly sounded like an ominous threat coming closer and closer, about to swallow you whole. The bottom of the river was muddy and it felt like you would slowly sink, inch by inch, until you would be under water, unable to escape. The water felt like it tried to push you down, make you stumble and fall. It would laugh at your struggles to try and stay on the surface, making you regret ever taking even one step towards your best friends. How foolish of you to take up on a challenge, knowing the water was your enemy, who would smother you the first chance it got.

Suddenly you felt Merry's hand on your arm, shaking you softly. All you could hear was mumbling. Your ears were ringing and your vision was blurry, as you tried with all of your strength to not collapse from fear of facing the same destiny as your parents. Your feet lifted from the mud as Merry and Pippin lifted you by your armpits and waist to get you off to the dry land immediately, taking notice of your looming anxiety and inability to move even an inch.

What felt like forever, you soon got back to dry land and your hands gripped to the grass like it was the only thing that would keep you from falling into the flowing river. Your vision still blurry, you could distinguish the familiar voices of Merry and Pippin, but not one word was coherent. The grass felt safe and warm, pieces of dirt clinging to your wet palms and feet. You were starting to shake a little, still not able to move.

Soon you felt a warm palm on your cheek, turning your gaze to the direction of it's owner. Merry caught your attention enough to lock your eyes on his. His blue eyes felt comforting as they looked at you with compassion and care. You could see his lips moving, but not one word made sense to you. He gently brushed your cheek with his thumb, looking guilty from pressuring you.

"You're okay," you could finally decipher some of his words. Your brain felt fuzzy, and your lips were quivering with fear and anxiety. "You're safe, just breathe."

You took a deep breath, slow and steady, trying to push away the panic attack that was taking over your body. You followed Merry's guidance as much as you could make sense of it, slowly starting to feel more air in your lungs. The grass started to feel like grass again, instead of an anchor you had to hold on to, unless you wanted to drown. You felt Pippin's palm gently rubbing your back, as Merry was still caressing your cheek, guiding your every breath. You could slowly focus more, but you kept your gaze on his blue eyes, scared that if you turned your face away, the water would somehow jump on you and try to pull you back. It took you several minutes, but finally the two managed to calm you down. Your body still trembling lightly, you took one more deep breath.

"Well that was embarrassing," you jested, trying to lighten the mood immediately. Merry chuckled with relief and shook his head, lowering his hand to your shoulder from your face. Pippin didn't laugh, but instead made his way in front of your face next to Merry.

"Are you okay?" he asked nervously, clearly feeling some guilt for the second time that day. You nodded, looking at him reassuringly. Pippin's lips curled into a small smile. "Good, I thought you might feel embarrassed." You laughed loudly, voice slightly shaky.

They both got up on their feet, clothes drenched and every curl on their head dripping with water. You slowly got up, taking some support from the two hobbits and straightening your back. After a small discussion, you all agreed it was time to go home and calm down a little. Pippin did promise you that he would still give you some pipe-weed as a 'consolation prize.'

You made your way home alone for most of the journey, as Merry headed towards his home in Buckland and Pippin made his way to, in his own words, 'somewhere secret.'

The green round door of Bag End was there waiting for you, immediately providing you comfort at the sight. You entered your home and called your brother by his name. He was not your brother by blood, but being adopted to the same household and growing up together most of your lives made him as much of a brother as someone who was a blood relative would.

"Hello?" you shouted, the hallway echoing, seeming empty. You took just a few steps before Frodo's head popped up from behind a wall. He gave you a soft smile and let you know there was tea at the ready in the kitchen. Frodo had made it for himself, but so much of it was left that he decided to just let it sit there, knowing how much you liked his chamomille tea.

You made your way into the kitchen and poured some still warm tea into a small cup you inherited from your parents. It was decorated with yellow flowers and had been hand painted by your great-grandmother. You stirred it calmly, looking out of the round window, admiring the green grass and the butterflies flying around, enjoying the spring as much as any being would. The small silver spoon your uncle Bilbo had given you as a birthday present (that Lobelia Sackville-Baggins kept trying to steal) was softly moving in circles, creating music-like sounds when it hit the porcelain on the edges. Your dress had mostly dried up on your way home, but it was still slightly moist, making you do a small squirm as the slightly wet fabric of it kept clinging to your thigh.

With the tea in your hand, you started making your way to your room, but something stopped you in your tracks. As you passed a small round mirror, you noticed something behind your ear that was not supposed to be there. A small daisy was decorating your frame on the left side of your face. You touched the soft flower lightly. Merry had put it there while calming you down. A small chuckle escaped your throat. He really knew how to cheer you up, even if it took some time to notice the gesture.

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[danger-xylophones]

Tease (Meriadoc Brandybuck x reader)

Disclaimer, I wrote this in 2017. This is five years old and comes from my old quotev account but I'm moving it here cause I can

Warnings: she/her, reader is referred to as a woman, reader is wearing a dress

Masterlist

The shire was alive and well on this delightful evening. The night was filled with music, laughter, and joy all around as every hobbit in the shire was gathered together in one spot for a very special occasion. 

    It was Bilbo Baggins’s eleventy-first birthday. Quite the admirable age for a hobbit. The old fellow was strange indeed. He went gallivanting off with an entire company of dwarves at the ripe age of fifty and didn’t come back for thirteen months. He was thought dead so all of his possessions were auctioned off as he had no last will and testament. In the middle of the auction though, the fellow appeared, bothered and flustered and carrying several strange, foreign objects with him. Once he got settled back into his  hole at Bag-End, the old hobbit spoke of faraway lands filled with elves, dwarves, and men. He told the story of a great battle against herds of orcs and of the slaying of a great fire breathing beast, the slaying of Smaug the Terrible. He told these stories to the young hobbits as they grew, you being among those that listened intently, and they had stuck with you and just about every other hobbit to this day. 

    So now, whether or not you liked the old odd fellow would have been irrelevant as everyone still flocked to his hobbit hole at the prospect of free food and drink. You, for one, were there in the hopes of catching a dance with a certain young gentle-hobbit. 

    You had helped prepare for this party all day, running last minute errands, cooking, and stitching up Bilbo Baggins’s old wine red waist coat for him, while your brother had busily set to work on the grounds, ensuring they would be the envy of all. After working all day, it was good to enjoy your work for the night. Thus, you danced along to a light hearted jig with a random hobbit fellow close to your age, laughing and smiling at the joy all around you. The tempo and melody was infectious and your dress was so alluring that you had hardly been at a loss for company all night, however you only wanted the company of one hobbit in particular. As the last chords played and the band finished with a yell, you curtseyed to your random partner, who took your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it,  and dismissed yourself from dancing. You were now, once agin I might add, looking for that certain fellow I keep mentioning. 

    Your (e/c) orbs turned in their sockets as you surveyed the large assembly of hobbits. But alas, this search yielded no news of your quarry. You huffed annoyedly. 

    “Where could that silly boy be?” You tapped your foot in frustration whilst crossing your arms like a stubborn child. Seeing no point in simply standing on the dance area, you located your brother in the throng of full and drunk hobbits. A mop of curly blonde hair was your indicator for where Samwise was, seated alone with his face in a mug of ale. You rolled your eyes before crossing towards the elder Gamgee child, being mindful of the other guests. 

    “This is one of the biggest parties we’ve ever been invited to and he chooses to spend it with his face in a mug of ale instead of going after Ms. Rosie Cotton. I’d like to not be the only parent this genera-hey!” While you were muttering to yourself, you were unaware of another hobbit sneaking up behind you until he had yanked you backwards. You were sent stumbling into the chest of whomever decided that move was a good idea. 

    “Excuse me, this is NOT how you ask a lady to dance, si-Frodo!” You shrieked out in shock as you looked up at your captor who was busily laughing as he yanked you into a new uplifting, dance. Frodo Baggins was your best friend (aside from Sam) and “wingman” in most cases. And, he was the only one who would dare to startle you like this.

    “I’m sorry, (Y/n), but it was too funny!” The young hobbit laughed more causing you to roll your eyes again as you danced with him. The blue eyed male twirled you around while the other hobbits clapped and yelled in joy and merriment. When you returned to him, he started up a conversation.

    “Tell me, (Y/n). I watched as you danced happily with just about every other eligible man here, willingly at that, then suddenly I turn to find you scowling and looking as though someone had destroyed your brother’s gardening tools. What happened?” You sighed but danced along with the young Baggins. An idea came to you suddenly.

    “I have been enjoying myself all evening, despite not being able to locate a certain someone,” out of the corner of your eye, you saw Frodo smirk mischievously with a knowing look. “But, my brother has not. Look!” You pointed as Samwise Gamgee stood, cast a longing glance at Miss Rosie Cotton dancing nearby, then took off in the direction of the ale. Frodo groaned as he watched the spectacle and you made a gesture as if to say ‘you see what I mean?’ .

    “Before you pulled me into another dance, I was heading over to speak to him and get him to go after Rosie. He’s done nothing but pine after her for months and it is maddening!” You joined hands with Frodo as you began partner dancing, in order to allow for easy conversation. Frodo nodded along.

    “You’ve done the same as him though.” You glared up at the taller hobbit, stating that you at least intended to do something about your attraction tonight. Frodo smirked wider with a hint of pride at that and went back to your brother. “But, his is a worse case. It’s so very evident Rosie returns his feelings, Sam is too shy to ask her to court him though. Perhaps, we could do something to help them out?” Frodo looked to you as the song ended. He bowed and you curtseyed to him out of sheer politeness. Frodo and yourself continued to talk though as the band struck up another song, concocting a plan to get Sam and Rosie in close quarters for the night. With a plan hatched, the two of you made your way to Samwise. Frodo sat down on Sam’s left, facing the party, while you took the spot on his right, clasping your hands together on the table. 

    While Frodo quickly chatted with Sam, you stole your brother’s mug and drained the ale as quickly as you could without being too obvious about it. You sat the mug down with a light ‘tink’, causing Sam to look down at it and Frodo to wink at you.

    “Ah think I’ll jus’ have ano’her ale.” Sam said whilst lightly glaring at you. All you did was scrunch up your nose and stick your tongue out in return. As the blonde hobbit went to stand and head off, you and Frodo caught his arms and spun him into the arms of Rosie Cotton who gladly started to dance with your older brother. You giggled behind your hand as Frodo laughed with you. You laughed out a ‘thank you’ and finally asked the ravenette where he had last seen Meriadoc Brandybuck. With a smirk and a teasing comment about being sure to invite him to the wedding, Frodo Baggins pointed you to your next search area. You bobbed and weaved between carts, tents, and pavilions as Gandalf sent off more firworks. At each one, you came up short.  You padded past Gandalf’s firework cart for the third time before finally deciding to just sit and wait for Merry, and most likely Pippin too, to show themselves. You took a seat at a small table somewhat off by itself, where you sipped at your own ale and laughed as you watched Sam and Rosie twirl around. Suddenly, you heard a loud bang and the sound of a firework scream as it was launched high into the air. You turned to the sound and watched as a red explosion occurred in the sky.

    Many of the gathered hobbits clapped at the display, you simply smiled, until the red lights morphed and took shape. It’s shape was that of a dragon. Your eyes widened in shock when the great display of pyrotechnics turned and came barreling towards yourself and the other party goers. You yelled in fright like many others and bolted out of your chair, immediately hitting the ground to avoid the burning display. As the great firework dragon swooped past, it seemed to light the air around it on fire as it continued forward. You looked up to watch its tail wisk past you and you caught a glimpse of Bilbo and Frodo mimicking your actions by hitting the ground. 

    But just as quick as it passed over head, the dragon soon swooped back into the sky where it then exploded several times and rained down red sparkles. You breathed a sigh of relief while sitting up as the other hobbits clapped and cheered once again. Now that the “danger” had passed, you burst out in a smile and began to laugh as you got to your feet, dusting the dirt off of your skirt. As your guffaws subsided, your lips were drawn into a smirk. You caught sight of Gandalf making for one of the spots where a tent had been previously near his cart and it all clicked with you. You allowed Gandalf a few minutes by capering towards where you had last seen Bilbo and Frodo. The latter was helping his uncle to his feet when you arrived and you quickly went to the other side of the elder hobbit to assist in stabilizing him.

    “Oh-thank you, my dear!” Bilbo patted your forearm in appreciation and it was at that same moment that Frodo and you made eye contact. The blue eyed hobbit took in your smug expression, mimicking it with one of his own before asking,

    “Merry and Pippin?” He questioned in reference to the firework dragon. You nodded, your smirk morphing into a bemused smile.

    “Merry and Pippin.” You stated while gesturing with your head in the direction Gandalf had disappeared. Frodo shook his head, causing his curls to swish around erratically, before waving you off with his free hand, the other was still clapped on Bilbo’s shoulder. You giggled mirthfully and made your way back to the tents and pavilions, grabbing an apple along the way. Oh, you were going to have fun with this! 

    You paused beside Gandalf’s cart, thinking for a moment on where he would’ve sent the two trouble makers. With a snap of your fingers and another bite from your apple, you took off towards the tent for the dishes. You peeked around the fabric to spot Merry and Pippin begrudgingly but diligently working on cleaning the plates, bowls, forks, saucers, and everything in between that had been used up till now. Gandalf sat nearby, smoking his pipe whilst monitoring the two cousins. The gray wizard shifted his gaze from them for a brief moment as he blew smoke out of the corners of his mouth. He locked eyes with you and you sent him a small wave in return. Gandalf dipped his head in greeting, a smile forming at the edges of his lips, before looking at Merry then back to you, the same knowing look in his eyes that Frodo had earlier. Eru’s sake! Did everyone know? Your own brother hadn’t even caught on! The only people you had told were Frodo and Bilbo. Actually, the only person you had told was Frodo, Bilbo had been eavesdropping. When the older hobbit heard, he came charging out of his study, placed a firm hand on your shoulder, and wished you the best of luck. It was an odd thing to say, but you supposed you would need all the luck in the world when it came to the troublemaking Brandybuck. 

    You took in the singed look on Meriadoc, having to hold in your giggles at the sight of his lovely golden yellow locks standing on end and the soot covering his face. The black powder was even all over his waistcoat! That was a shame, you had been rather fond of that one, it was lovely and fun. Something you felt complimented his personality well. But it still gave him a distinguished and neat look, which you thought reflected the other side of Merry. You drew your lips together in discontent at the state of the waistcoat but brushed it aside and subconsciously licked your lips as butterflies began to take flight in your stomach. You ducked back behind the cloth and whispered a little pep talk to yourself.

    “Breathe, (Y/n). You can do it. Just, be natural but fun and alluring and mysterious and playful and-this isn’t helping me.” You shook your head, and took another bite from your apple as you emerged from the other side of the tent and strolled into Pippin and Merry’s line of sight. 

    “Hello!” You chirped in a perky voice to catch their attention. Pippin responded with a dejected ‘hi’, continuing to scrub the plate he was working on. Merry paused in rinsing the dishes of soap to take in your appearance. His eyes trailed up from the bottom of the (f/c) dress you were wearing to your face before his lovely blue eyes locked with your own and his jaw went slack. The young Brandybuck was at a loss for words, you were stunning. Of course, he thought you looked stunning whenever he saw you, but there was something new about you tonight that really made it feel like the only word to describe you. 

    You stood poised for a greeting from the second hobbit but received none. You began to fidget as all Merry could do was stare. Under his gaze, you began to feel nervous. Pippin looked between your increasingly anxious form and the awe-struck Merry before elbowing his cousin in the side, causing him to huff as air was forced out of his lungs. Despite the jab in the side stealing even more of his breath away, it did the trick to get Merry to talk.

    “(Y-Y/n)! Hi, uh, hello! You, ahem,” he cleared his throat before trying to continue. “You look...gorgeous!” Beneath the soot and powder, the Brandybuck began to blush and was suddenly very self aware of the state he was in. He felt as though he looked like a beggar before a queen. Merry looked at your face to gauge your reaction and was pleasantly surprised (and more than a little delighted) to find that you had a bright red blush painted across your cheeks and a small bashful smile you were attempting to hide playing on your lips. Those bright red, beautiful, soft looking, kissable lips...He shook his head to clear the, less then appropriate, thoughts from it. A lovely rouge color now flooded his face. Merry glanced down at his attire once more, taking in the unruly look that now adorned him and cringing as the weight of his actions tonight hit him. He had wanted to ask you to dance, woo you and sweep you off your feet before showering you in attention. When he was sure you would have been completely enamored by him and his charms, he was going to offer you the little ring he had picked out to ask you to court him-then he would have gone and messed with the fireworks. But no, his nerves had gotten the better of him and he had followed Pippin’s prompting into getting involved in mischief to take his mind off the anxiousness he inevitably felt around you. Anxiety mixed with glee, delight, and affection though. Ah, but now, here you were. 

    “-rry? Meriadoc? Did you hear me?” The hobbit was shaken out of his stupor by your gentle voice attempting to get his attention and Pippin grabbing his arm rather forcefully. Meriadoc looked up at you to see your hand reached out as if to cup his cheek and that you had taken three steps closer to him, leaning on the edge of the barrel he was working from. Merry was tempted to act as though he was still lost in his thoughts if it meant he could feel your hand against his cheek. However, the Brandybuck didn’t feel that to be any form of “right” so he attempted to respond to your questioning.

    “Uh...yeah, I-well no. I didn’t hear you actually...” he cleared his throat nervously, glancing down at the slightly soapy water between you, “would you mind repeating it?” The normally confident Brandybuck was completely at your mercy as you raised your free hand to cover your mouth as you giggled. A sweet, melodic tune that sent the male hobbit’s head reeling. You stood up straight as Pippin handed you the apple you had tossed into his hands.

    “Miss (Y/n) was asking if we were the ones behind the ‘display’ and if that’s why we’re doing the dishes.” Pippin piped up. Merry glanced between you and his cousin, his face growing warmer as you looked at him expectantly. He swallowed comically before answering your question with one of his own.

    “Well, uh-that depends,” he began hesitantly. “Did you...like it?” The hobbit before you felt utterly foolish asking something like that but it was all he could think of. 

    “Welllll-“ you dragged out the ‘L’ until Pippin interrupted you.

    “Were you impressed by it?” Merry felt his face flush even more at his cousin’s more direct route. He glared at the younger lad, ready to leave him behind in Farmer Maggot’s field the next time they went. 

    “I was, actually. Until it came barreling towards all of us that is...” Merry cringed internally and only now noticed that your hair was slightly disheveled and dirt was trapped under your nails where it hadn’t been before. 

    “Still, I dare say the whole incident was rather spectacular.” Eru, was it possible to blush anymore? If there was, Merry was certainly close to figuring out how. Said hobbit looked up at you with a lopsided grin. Suddenly regaining his confidence, the golden haired hobbit leaned forward on the barrel, getting slightly closer to your face. He angled his head down to meet your eyes due to your small stature, taking pride in the blush that crept up your neck, face, and stretched towards your ears. For a brief second, he thought he saw the same level intensity of his affection flash through your (e/c) eyes.

    “Spectacular, huh? That’s what I-“Pippin cleared his throat in an annoyed fashion, prompting Merry to correct himself (but not without an eye roll and a laugh from you). “That’s what we were going for.”  

    Your eyebrow arched at that and your mouth twisted up in a smug yet playful smirk. Your words to Frodo earlier suddenly rang in your head. Unlike your brother, you were planning on putting your feelings out there, weren’t you? What better time to engage in a little flirting that pushes that agenda? You moved your hand from its resting place on your hip and gently messed with the ribbons on the bodice of your dress, it was both out of nerves and to feign non-chalance. You felt your heart pick up speed as your mind was set. You were doing this! No backing out! Your throat tried to close in on itself but you refused to let it, releasing a quiet sigh instead. you averted your eyes and attempted to ignore just how close Merry was.

    “Really? Is that what you were going for? I thought you just wanted to see me lying down.” You had no clue where that comment had come from, but it did its job. The confident look on Merry’s face disappeared in an instant and you could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed in embarrassment. However, he didn’t move further away from you and he, albeit unsteadily, met your gaze when you continued.

    “You know, Merry...” you trailed off slightly, lowering your hand to rest on the edge of the barrel again. Except, what your hand landed on, was not the barrel. You had accidentally placed your hand on top of Merry’s which was gripping the barrel with a vice grip. You flinched involuntary. Merry felt you pull your hand back slightly before hesitating, fingertips brushing ever so lightly against the back of his hand. It sent shivers up his arm and he considered grabbing your hand himself until you gently lowered your hand again and left it there. You resumed your sentence, a little more confident his time.

    “If you wanted to get my attention-“ you slowly moved closer to the blue eyed hobbit before you, who mimicked your actions as if in a trance. If you were honest, that’s what it felt like. The two of you were trapped under some sort of spell that clouded your mind, heightened your senses, and made you act purely through instinct. It felt wonderful, especially knowing just by looking at Merry that he was under the same spell as you.

    “You could’ve just asked me to dance.” Your noses bumped together slightly as your lips almost came together. Eru, you wanted to kiss him right now. You could do it too, he would not reject you. You knew that for a fact. It was so tempting...then you got a whiff of the soot and powder coating the hobbit and a wicked idea pushed itself to the forefront of your mind. It was tempting to kiss him, yes...but this would be funnier and was sure to keep him on his toes. Just before you put it into action, Merry spoke very softly, careful not to break the moment.

    “(Y/n), may I kiss you?” Had his lips not been a millimeter away from yours, you probably would have missed it. You hummed in a questioning manner.

    “Right now?” You asked, matching Merry’s tone.

    “Preferably.” You hummed again in slight amusement, sliding your hand up Merry’s supporting arm till it rested on his forearm. You waited for Merry to take that as a nonverbal ‘yes’, and as soon as you felt his head move even slightly closer, you went into action. You smiled wide and pulled his arm out from under him. The poor fellow nearly planted his face in the dish water within the barrel. Pippin roared with laughter at his friend’s misfortune while Gandalf sat chucking to himself. Goodness, you’d forgotten they were there. Merry caught himself, looking at you incredulously. You grabbed his chin with the same hand you had toppled him with and held him in place as you got closer to him, partially stooping down. You giggled uncontrollably as you explained your “reasoning” to him.

    “I’m sorry, Meriadoc Brandybuck, but until your face is clean; your lips shall not touch mine.” With that, you released his chin, took another bite of your apple (purposefully licking the juice off your lips as Merry watched) then you turned to leave the trio alone. You had only taken a few steps when Merry came to his wits, puffing and sputtering up a storm as he tried to go around Pippin and past the plates to catch you. 

    “Why you- I’ll get you for that, you tease!” Merry called after you when Gandalf stopped him from running to you. You cocked your head to the left, letting a coy smile grace your lips.

    “Oh, I’m sure you will, Merry!” You scampered towards the edge of the tent, turning around the corner before replying once more. You poked your head around the edge of the tent, and made eye contact with the darling blue eyed hobbit.

    “In fact, I’ll be looking forward to it!” You winked at him and ran off to rejoin the gathered hobbits of the night. As you ran off, Gandalf pointed Merry in the direction of the, by now, dry dishes. Merry sighed and went to move them, though not before pausing at the edge of the tent to spot you running over to your brother and Rosie Cotton who were enjoying a nice chat. You missed the wonderful, wide grin that stretched out over his face and you were not close enough to hear him laughing under his breath as he watched you slip away.

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[hobbitsesoftheshire]

Characters i write for:

Thorin

Dwalin

Fili

Kili

Bilbo

Legolas

Aragorn

Pippin

Merry

I might add some characters but these are the ones im currently comfortable writing for.

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[melancholia-baggins]

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[wildwarcat]

Requests are now closed.

Due to an underwhelming number of requests sent, I am closing my requests early. Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season!

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[iamthemain-character]

Merry x reader where they were friends before the while shebang and when Merry and the others come back to the shire Merry accidentally reveals his feelings and stuff

(also if the reader could be pretty ugly as well ty)

Hello, thanks for requesting!!! A little note, I genuinely don’t believe anyone is ugly, but I tried to hint that the reader wasn’t conventionally attractive. Remember, just because you don’t fit other people’s standards doesn’t mean that you’re not beautiful in your own way. <3

Coming Back For You

Merry Brandybuck x reader

gender neutral pronouns

TW: Reader is kinda sad in the beginning, mentions of assuming people are dead

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16 months and 19 days.

Once the hobbits’ mysterious disappearances had reached 6 months, most people started to assume that they were dead. Memorials were held, condolences were given, but by the 12 month mark, life had returned to a sense of normalcy.

But for Y/n Y/l/n, life couldn’t be normal again. Merry Brandybuck, one of the missing hobbits, was their best friend. His absence left a large, unfilled hole in their life.

Merry and Y/n had been neighbors since childhood, running around and getting into scrapes and messes from the time they could talk. Merry was the one who stood up for Y/n when the other children would tease them about their looks. He would always wipe Y/n’s tears away, reassuring them that they were [beautiful/handsome] to him. Merry was the one who helped Y/n get their very first job waiting tables at the tavern, and he was their best customer, always making sure they got enough tips at the end of the night. With Merry, Y/n felt safe, like they could just be themself. Their heart had recently complicated things a bit; heart flutters and blushing became more and more frequent when Y/n and Merry would touch. Still, he was their best friend, and their life felt complete with him.

So when Merry went missing without a word, Y/n’s entire life felt like it had been uprooted. Their days were dreary and long, unable to see their friend’s cheery smile or hear his contagious laugh. Y/n’s heart was hurt and heavy, and it felt like they would never be able to smile again.

Y/n refused to believe Merry was dead; no matter what the other hobbits would say, Y/n remained in denial. In their heart, they knew he wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be dead. So every week, Y/n would go to Merry’s house to dust and clean in case he ever came back. It was also therapeutic for them, being able to be surrounded by his things and his essence. Sometimes Y/n would entertain the hope that they would be cleaning and Merry would walk right in through the door, sweeping them up into a hug and launching into his story about where he had been gone. But as weeks blended into months, and the months blended into a year, that hope became dimmer and dimmer.

Now it was almost 17 months since Merry had disappeared. It was fall, and the crunchy leaves underneath Y/n’s feet as they walked to his house. They stopped at the door, pausing a moment to close their eyes.

“One last time.” Y/n whispered under their breath.

As they pressed their hand against the door, but stepped back in shock when it gave, creaking as it swung on its hinges. Y/n took great care to close the door whenever they were finished, so, alarmed, they threw the door open.

And there in front of Y/n’s eyes was the hobbit they so dearly loved. Merry had lost a lot of weight, his hair was longer, and his skin was covered with visible scars. But when he turned around, Merry’s beautiful green eyes, though a bit sadder, lit up when he saw Y/n.

The pair rushed together, wrapping their arms around each other as if they would never let go again. Merry pressed Y/n impossibly closer to him, taking in the feeling of having them near again. Tears freely fell from both pairs of eyes, their hearts bursting with emotions.

“Meriadoc Brandybuck, where on middle earth have you been?” Y/n had meant to joke, but their voice failed them, coming out as a desperate whisper.

“I’m so sorry. There was this thing with Frodo and a ring, and then we had to save the entire world, I swear I never meant to leave you this long.”

Reluctantly pulling back, Y/n looked at Merry quizzically. “You saved the entire world???”

Merry laughed at that, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you about all that, I promise, but I need to tell you something else first.”

Merry took Y/n’s face in his hands, thumbs stroking over their cheeks as he drank in the sight of their face. His voice was hushed and reverent when he spoke. “These past months, I have seen and done things I never would have thought of two years ago. I have lost my way, and lost friends, and seen a whole world outside of The Shire.” Merry paused here, swallowing hard as tears glistened in his eyes. “But no matter what happened, all I could think about was you. How I missed you, how I wished I could have you with me, how I had to protect you. The thought of returning to you was the only thing that kept me going. You are the only thing that mattered to me Y/n.”

“Merry, what are you saying?

“I’m saying that I love you Y/n.”

Shock washed over Y/n as they heard those three words. Despite wanting to hear them for so long, they couldn’t believe it.

“But I’m not [pretty/handsome], I’m not clever, I’m not-“

Merry shook his head furiously, as if he wanted to shake the thoughts out of their head. “Y/n, you don’t see yourself as I see you. You are everything I could ever want, and I love you. I love you Y/n; could you possibly love me too?”

Tears threatened to spill over again as Y/n nodded their head. “Yes Merry, yes, I love you.”

Smiling, Merry leaned in and kissed Y/n. His arms wrapped around their waist, and their hands found their way to his hair. All the longing, all the hope, and all the passion was poured into that kiss, as if they were making up for lost time, but also making a promise for the future.

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[drearydaffodils]

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[bunson-burner]

Hey! Sulfur here.

Just wanted to make some stuff clear ig-

Requests: Open

I only write short headcanons + mayyybe little one-shots

I write "x reader"s only

time for requesting guidelines:

- male!character x fem! or gender neutral!reader

- Oneshots are cool

- I like doing headcanons & scenarios, too!

- Sorry, but fluff only! I can't write anything else to save my life- (mayyyybe lime)

- Oh wait, I can write ✨crackfics✨ as well!

Characters I will write for:

Elves:

- Thranduil Oropherion, the Elvenking

- Legolas Thranduilion

- Glorfindel

- Lindir

- Elrond (can be the one from Rings Of Power or LOTR, your choice!)

- Gil-Galad, High King of the Elves

Hobbitses:

- Bilbo Baggins

- Frodo Baggins

- Samwise "Sam" Gamgee

- Peregrin "Pippin" Took

- Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck

Dwarves:

- Thorin Oakenshield

- Fíli Durin

- Kíli Durin

- Bofur

- perhaps Dwalin as well

Men:

- Éomer

- Aragorn

- Faramir

- Boromir

- maybe Bard

Cheers, y'all! I'll see ya later

[autistook]

DAISIES - pt 6

Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader / soft oc

Words: 4.3k

Summary: It's a stormy day in the Shire, and you end up spending some one on one time with Merry, as you both escape the storm. He finally starts to open up.

Content warnings: angst, thunder

AN: I wrote some of this half asleep, I hope you enjoy it regardless, lol.

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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In the distance were dark clouds, and the deep sound of thunder rumbling could be heard. The seemingly endless rows of corn stalks were slowly swaying with the wind. The stalks were greener than when you last saw them, and they seemed to have started to get closer to their last stages of growth.

The book in your hand had captivated you, and your mind seemed to have sunken into the letters on the page, making your surroundings quiet and the story so much more exciting. The low drumming of thunder in the distance snapped you out of your trance-like state, and you closed the book. 

You started climbing down the huge boulder, every step careful since it was quite high. You made your way down, and your feet sunk into the soft dirt again. With a sigh, you started making your way out and through the dense rows of corn. The approaching thunder made the path under the high growing stalks much darker, and you were hoping you would not get lost, as you barely found your way back in without Merry's help.

Some time after you made it through the cornfield, the thunder seemed to be slightly closer again. The wind picked up its pace and the air felt pressuring, giving you a slight headache. It was a warm day, so you didn't mind the wind. Yet, of course you didn't want to get caught up in a thunderstorm, so you picked up your pace, almost running forth.

You made your way back to Hobbiton, but didn't quite reach home when the downpour began. You decided to go inside the familiar building across from you. 

You greeted the pastry shop owner with the same smile you always did, and she offered you some freshly baked carrot cake once again. 

An hour went by, and the storm was right on top of you. The rain was loud, the thunder was almost deafening and the clouds created a veil of darkness all over Hobbiton. 

You had been reading the book since you first sat down, and you finally finished it. Two days it took, and yet, you found yourself hoping that the book had never ended. 

It was a book filled with romance. The kind of romance you had always dreamed of. The kind you never thought you would find. You craved the warm feeling the characters had with each other, and the devotion they had for one another was something you deeply desired. The book gave you a hollow feeling of missing something you feared you might never have, and it felt like an escape from a harsh reality before you read the last words on its pages. 

In these thoughts you dwelled for fifteen minutes more. You thought that maybe it just was not something that was written in the stars for you, considering that after all, all of your romantic conquests before had been nothing but dreams that felt wrong and eventually shattered. Every past romance was to you a sad memory of what never could have been, but what you wished you had felt.

"Fancy seeing you here!" you suddenly heard Merry say as he entered the pastry shop, soaked from head to toe.

"Merry!" you said cheerfully, happy to see your best friend so unexpectedly. Merry smiled at you widely. You could hear the floor squeak under his wet feet, and his breathing was loud and uneven.

"I saw you and ran here," he panted, now resting his palms on his knees and steadying his breath. "I was on my way to go see Sam."

You gestured Merry to sit down with you. He took a moment to shake off the wetness of his hair, and to try and squeeze the top layer of his clothes dry. 

"Why would you leave home in this weather?" you asked him.

"I had plans with Sam," he responded, taking off his yellow embroidered waistcoat to dry it. "But the weather got worse so I gradually made my way closer."

"What plans did you have with Sam?" you asked while he was setting his coat to dry on the back of a chair.

"That doesn't matter," he said, sitting down. "What matters is this. What are you reading?"

Merry took the book that was still laid down on the table right in front of you. He looked at the front and back of the hard covered book, before opening it to the first page. He was processing the text, taking in the summary of the plot. His elbows were on the table and his right hand was holding the book open. He lifted up his left hand to bite the fingernail on his thumb as he read.

"It's a good book," you said, voice slightly melancholic. "Yet, it makes me sad."

Merry took one quick look at you, and returned his eyes to the book. He then closed it silently, and put it back on the table.

"Have you finished it?" he asked, admiring the quick flashes of lightning outside.

"I have," you responded. "I actually finished it a moment before you got here."

"Did it have a sad ending?" Merry asked you, his arms now crossed as he was leaning back in his chair, balancing on it and rocking back and forth.

"It actually had quite a happy ending," you responded.

Merry turned to look at you. He stopped moving in his chair. 

"Then why does it make you sad?" he asked curiously, to which you shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know," you said, with a thoughtful look on your face. "I mean, I think I know, but it's quite a sad thought and I don't feel like being a downer."

Merry looked at you with concern and moved closer towards you, the legs on his chair dragging loudly against the floor.

"Talk to me," he said warmly.

"I guess it just frustrates me," you opened up. "Knowing that love like that only exists in great stories. At least for me. I have always dreamed of finding something of that level of love and devotion, yet now that I read this book, I don't think it actually exists. Not for me."

"Why?" Merry asked with a neutral expression, but his lips slightly curled downwards.

"I mean, we have talked about this before, Merry. The certain empty feeling with people. Never having felt content with anyone before. The more I spent time in my head after finishing this book, the darker my thoughts became. It just makes me feel like I'm missing something."

Merry looked at you, his eyes sad and his soft half-smile showing compassion.

"I think we all have someone special meant for us," he said. "There is someone for everyone. Someone who makes everyday chores feel less burdening, and someone who makes you smile without even having to try. Someone who knows you like the back of their hand, and who makes all the troubles in life feel, well, less troubling. Someone who never makes you feel empty. It just might take some time to find that person. Or to notice them. To really see them."

You smiled at him, his words warming up your heart and reassuring you once again. 

"You are wise, Merry," you said softly. "And you sound more confident about this matter than before. How can you be so sure?"

Merry stayed quiet for a while. The look on his face was that one look you were not yet familiar with. The new look he had on his face at the dance in Brandy Hall. Soon he responded with a reassuring smile.

"I just know," he said. "Our conversation back then when we were smoking pipe-weed, and many conversations since, have given me some new perspectives. No matter how scary those perspectives might feel."

"Why would they feel scary?" you inquired, trying to discreetly analyze that new look on his face. Maybe it was one of newfound confidence?

"Because sometimes-" Merry said, but did not finish. His voice went quiet and he instead turned his gaze back outside, where the storm was still watering the Shire and swaying the trees.

"Sometimes, what?" you asked. Merry did not respond. "And also, what other conversations have we had about this matter? I don't believe there are too many."

Merry turned to look at you again.

"Oh, not only you. I also discussed this stuff with Pippin."

"And what did Pippin say?" you asked with a small smirk. "If Peregrin Took has gone and become so wise that he erased your insecurities, I must know!"

Merry laughed, relaxing more.

"He is sometimes surprisingly smart," Merry said, his face full of amusement and his lips in a wide smile. "He just gave me a new perspective on things."

"Do you want to elaborate more?" you asked.

"No, but I would like to ask something important," he said with utmost seriousness.

"What is it?" you asked him, slightly surprised at his serious tone. He took a deep breath before answering you.

"How many of those cookies do you think I can fit in my mouth at once?" he asked, pointing to the counter. 

You let out a whole hearted laugh. Merry always knew how to say just the right thing to make you eventually laugh so hard that your stomach would start hurting.

"I don't know. Should we put that to the test?"

"I believe so," smirked Merry. "We have time to kill during this storm and I believe this is a good way to spend the remaining time."

"See? I was correct!" you giggled, pointing at Merry's lips with your mouth. "You can't fit more than six!"

Merry's mouth was filled with round cookies, and his cheeks gave him the looks of a squirrel harvesting nuts in its cheeks. Crumbs were falling out of his mouth as he tried to speak.

"I can fit more!" he mumbled, barely making any sense as the cookies affected his ability to speak properly. He took one more vanilla cookie from the plate placed in front of you, and started shoving it between his lips. 

"You will choke!" you pointed out, laughing.

Merry kept pushing the seventh cookie in his mouth, until he finally got it on top of the other ones he had stashed, and smiled wide, cookie crumbs flying everywhere. Merry lifted his hands up victoriously, while you were holding your stomach from laughing so hard.

"I told you!" he cheered incoherently, until his reflexes made him spit most of the cookies out.

"That's disgusting!" you giggled, eyes watering and cheeks red. Your face was hurting from smiling so much.

Merry wiped his mouth, took a napkin and placed the cookie pieces inside it, throwing it in a trash can.

"Now it's your turn."

"Excuse me?" you answered, lifting your eyebrow, wiping the tears of laughter out of your eyes. "You might want to look like an idiot, but that's not one of my plans today."

"Of course," Merry said with a mischievous grin. "I knew you wouldn't have the guts."

You narrowed your gaze, his challenge tempting you. You chuckled softly, shaking your head and your face relaxing again.

"You know I could beat you, right?" you said smugly. "It's just cookies. How hard can it be?"

"Then take on the challenge," Merry smirked, pushing the plate across the table towards your direction. "Fit eight cookies in your mouth, and win. Since you're so confident."

You looked at the plate of cookies, wondering if you really could win him in this challenge. 

"This challenge is stupid," you said after a moment, pushing the plate back towards him. 

"I knew it!" Merry shouted loudly, slamming his hands on the table with a smug look on his face. "I knew you wouldn't take on this challenge! You can't handle it."

"Give me that," you said immediately and pulled the cookies back in front of you. 

Without a second thought, you started pushing the cookies into your mouth, one by one. You weren't able to enjoy the vanilla flavored goodness for long, and by the fourth cookie your mouth already was full. You tried shoving a fifth one between them, failing miserably. Merry was smirking at you, and you felt the defeat approaching. And yet, you didn't want to give up.

"Just give up," Merry laughed, satisfied by his clear win. "You can't do it."

You responded by trying to force the cookie in your mouth for ten more seconds, but then you threw the cookie back on the plate and spat the remaining bits out of your mouth into a napkin.

"Fine! I give up," you pouted, crossing your arms. 

"Yes!" Merry cried, jumping up from his chair, his hands up in the air. He did a small victory lap around the table, before sitting back down. He immediately noticed your face, smirking at your frustration. "Oh come on now, don't be a sore loser. You did just fine. I just happen to be the master at these things."

You gave him a side-eye, face serious. You felt a smile trying to form on your lips, but you wanted to see if you could make him give up his victory. Merry noticed your plan, and started mirroring your facial expression and position. He crossed his arms and pouted, looking straight into your eyes. The corner of your mouth twitched, and you could feel the laughter trying to escape your throat. He took notice of this, and he made an exaggerated sound of a muffled laughter, which sounded to you more like a confused dog barking at a chicken - and on that note you cracked up into a loud laughter, no longer able to keep your playfully furious composure.

"You're so frustrating!" you shouted, your face full of amusement and joy.

"That is my job," he said proudly. "I do like annoying you, because I know I can make you laugh just as fast."

"That's not true!" you responded, a shocked look on your face, whilst fully aware he was right.

"Yes it is, and you know it!" Merry teased gleefully.

The thunder was still rumbling outside. A loud strike of lightning made you flinch, driving your laughter away for a moment. Merry looked at you with concern.

"That was loud," you stated, shaking off the momentary fear the loud thundering created in you.

"Are you alright?" Merry asked you.

You nodded, and you started to admire the way the rain was pouring down, creating a hazy view outside the window. Suddenly two tea cups were placed in front of you and Merry.

"This is for you," said the owner of the shop warmly. She smiled meaningfully at you and Merry. "On the house."

"Oh, there's no need!" you said modestly. The old Hobbit shook her finger.

"No, miss. You two spend so much time here that I think you deserve a little treat in this awful weather. Besides, you bought most of my cookies. You need tea to chase it down."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Merry, bowing his head at her in a friendly manner. She smiled at him and walked to the office behind the counter, closing the door behind her.

The tea was served in a beautiful, light pink porcelain cup. It had golden swirls on it, which went all around the cup, reminding you of vines of ivy wrapping around a wooden pillar. The tea smelled sweet and cinnamony, and with it came a sense of calm.

"This smells amazing," you declared quietly, taking a long sip of the warm tea. You closed your eyes to savor every part of the flavor, which hit your tongue in the most satisfying manner. As you opened your eyes, you caught Merry staring at you. He quickly moved his gaze away and took a sip of his own tea.

"It tastes wonderful," he said, his fingertips tapping the edge of the porcelain cup, the sound surrounding him with a nervous aura.

You took a glance at your book, which was still laying on the table. You smiled softly. You thought about a chapter in the book, where the main character was at a ball, dancing with the man of his dreams. Then you thought back to the night of the dance at Brandy Hall earlier in the year. You pondered for one moment if you should have invited Pippin's sister to dance - after all, she did look stunning that night.

"Do you think I would have had a shot with Pervinca, if I invited her to dance back at Brandy Hall that night?" you asked Merry, playing with the idea of 'what if'. He responded with a quiet, mumbling sound.

You took another sip, enjoying the playful dance of cinnamon and vanilla in your mouth. You kept admiring the view outside, and despite the rough rain, it was beautiful, and the grass of the Shire looked greener than ever before. You turned your eyes back to Merry to ask him something, and you caught him staring at you again. This time he did not turn his gaze away.

"Are you alright?" you asked. Merry had a look on his face you had now seen a few times, but every time you saw it, it confused you even more. Except this time, there was a hint of pain in his eyes, so you decided to confront him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

This straightforward question made Merry visibly more nervous and uncomfortable. He switched his position several times in the span of seconds, his fingers were tapping the tea cup in rapid motions and his cheeks were slightly flushed. He was blinking fast, and his eyes were locked on yours. He opened his mouth as if to respond, but he closed it just as fast. You had never seen him like this before.

"I'm just-" he mumbled, his voice shaky. He didn't continue.

"Merry?" you asked caringly. "What's wrong?"

Merry kept quiet, his movements almost uncontrollably unsteady as he switched his position constantly, and his breathing was shallow and heavy. 

"I can't," he said, his voice quiet and breath unsteady. "I have to."

"Merry? Please tell me what's wrong. You're freaking me out."

You had never seen him like this. You weren't sure if he was having a seizure, or if he was having a breakdown. You didn't know if he was about to blow up like a firework, or if he was about to perhaps burst into a sudden dance. You tried to take his hand to comfort him, but the second your fingers brushed against the back of his hand, he pulled his hands away from you, the tea cup and the table. 

"I have to go," he said quietly. Merry got up in a haste, gathering his things as you kept calling his name.

"Merry! What's wrong?" you said, now slightly panicking about the behavior of your best friend. "Please, talk to me!"

But Merry was shaking, and non responsive. He put on his coat and walked outside into the storm. Your concern for him was overwhelming you, so you gathered your things and followed him. 

His steps were quick, and he was running his hand through his curls as he walked away from your direction. The thunder was still directly above you, and the rain was violently slamming against the ground. You barely had time to see where he went, as the veil created by the falling rain was obstructing the visibility of your surroundings. You saw his dark blonde curls disappear behind a corner, and you sprinted after him.

You ran as fast as you could to catch up with him, and as you finally saw his green coat, you grabbed him by his shoulder and forced him to turn around.

"Talk to me!" you yelled at him, full of concern. "Please! You're making me so worried."

"I can't," he said in desperation. "I just can't. Not this time."

His face was full of gloom, and his eyes seemed to hide some pain behind them. The way he looked at you was the same look from the dance once again, except this time it was much more intense. It was so intense, it felt like his sorrow was piercing through you.

"Please, talk to me. I feel so confused. You act normal one day, and the next day you pull away. I don't understand. Talk to me, please! I'm your best friend. You can-"

"That's the problem!" he cried, his voice slightly cracking up. He pulled his shoulder back from your grasp. He ran his hands through his hair, slightly pulling the strands of curls as he did so. 

"What do you mean that's the problem?" you responded, confused and panicked. It felt like your best friend didn't trust you anymore, and you could not connect the dots on why he wasn't able to speak to you about whatever he had on his mind. It was devastating you. "Please, Merry. You're scaring me."

Merry switched the balance between his feet swiftly, his nervousness more visible by every passing second.

"I can't talk to you about this. I can't," he panicked, as you kept demanding an explanation.

"Merry, please. Don't shut me out. If I did something-"

"You didn't do anything!" he cried out, pulling his hair. 

The rain was soaking you both, but the intensity of the situation didn't give you any time to pay attention to the uncomfortable feeling of your wet clothes clinging onto your skin. The thunder was rumbling in the background as you stared at your panicking best friend, who seemed to be having some sort of a melt down.

"Then tell me what's wrong! You know you can trust me. I am your best friend, Merry!"

"That's what scares me! You're my best friend, I'm not supposed to..."

You looked at him, puzzled. Your heart was pounding from your nerves taking over and the anxiety was filling up your body. Merry wasn't looking at you. He was visibly confused, hurt and frustrated, all at once. He was pacing back and forth, as you watched him helplessly.

"What scares you?" you asked, shouting over the drumming of the thunder.

Merry let out a frustrated groan, as he kept walking around in small circles aimlessly. He kept pulling his hair, his expression desperate and he was clearly at loss with words. His mind was spiraling, and he was avoiding the pressure of your gaze. The raindrops sounded like small stone pebbles falling to the ground, as the storm grew heavier and heavier around you. And yet, you had no desire to go inside to safety: your priority was to help your best friend.

"All of this scares me!" he shouted over the rain, looking into your eyes and taking a step toward you almost aggressively. His voice was filled with frustration and sadness. "I'm not supposed to... I've never looked at you this way before, and it scares me!"

You went silent, as you did not fully understand what he was saying. None of his words made sense to you. There was only one explanation that was possible, but you refused to understand it.

"Looked at me in what way?" you asked. Your mind was spiraling, trying to come up with any other possibility than what you now started to piece together: what you refused to keep piecing together.

And with a huge flash and a bang, a tree fell ten feet from you and Merry. The storm was rapidly getting worse, and the loud sound made by the lightning hitting a tree had made you squat down, cover your ears with your hands, and close your eyes shut. 

Merry lifted you up to your feet, supporting you from under your arms, and he started rushing with you towards Bag End. He had one arm around you, and his free hand was pulling his coat over his head to cover himself from the worst of the rain. 

The sprint to Bag End was the fastest you had ever run, and Merry kept looking at you to make sure you're safe the whole way to your home. You bursted through the front door loudly, closing it immediately behind you. You were drenched and shivering, and your mind was still spiraling. 

"What on earth were you two doing outside in this weather?" asked a low, friendly voice immediately after you burst into your home. 

Gandalf stood there, shaking his head and smiling warmly. The wizard was so tall he had to lean downwards a little, so that his head wouldn't hit the ceiling. His pointy hat made him so much taller, that he had decided to not wear it inside Bag End anymore, just to be able to walk around more comfortably.

"We got stuck inside the bakery," you responded, out of breath, followed by a sneeze.

"Oh dear," said Gandalf, taking off your coat. He offered you a felt blanket from a small chair next to the front door, and you wrapped it around yourself for warmth and comfort immediately. Gandalf smiled compassionately. "Frodo and I have been drinking tea for quite some time, but I believe there is still some left. Would you two like some to warm you up?"

"I think I need to change and take a warm bath," you responded, sneezing again. Your whole body was trembling, and the cold and wet streaks of water kept falling off the curls on your head, making you squirm everytime they slid down the bare parts of your skin.

"I believe young Meriadoc will be able to borrow some dry clothes from Frodo," Gandalf smiled, to which Merry nodded, his face serious and melancholic. 

Gandalf started to walk towards the kitchen, dodging anything hanging from the ceiling every now and then. Merry put his coat on the tall, wooden coat rack and started to follow Gandalf.

"Merry? Can we please-" you said in a concerned, shaky voice. You were trembling from the cold as Merry turned to look your way, but then he made his way to your kitchen, leaving you standing there alone in confusion, feeling helpless. You were left there with the fear of losing your best friend.

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[luna-writes-stuff]

The type of person my favorite Tolkien characters would fall for:

With Boromir, Éowyn, Éomer, Merry, Pippin, Fili, Kili, Thorin, Bilbo and Tauriel.

I know Tauriel technically isn’t a Tolkien character, but I love Evangeline Lily and I love red-haired women. Sue me.

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Boromir:

An artist. It doesn’t matter what kind of artist; whether you practice in paintings, clay, paper, wood, writing etc., he would love an artist as a s/o. He is always quite busy himself, therefore he never found time and dedication to a hobby, so seeing his s/o being capable of - for example - making a small statue or candle holder from a block of clay would absolutely blow his mind. He would run around with it, showing it off to anyone. He does know when not to, though. If you don’t want others to see it, he would leave it as it is, but your art always passes through his eyes. He’d see you work and he’d see the finished product, even if it is not for him to see. He’s always intrigued by it. Make him something special that is for him personally, and you made this man’s whole week. Perhaps even his whole year. He’d put it up somewhere in his room for everyone’s eyes to see. The love this man holds for you and your art cannot be measured, honestly.

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Éowyn:

Someone who is just as pigheaded and independent as she is, I believe. Obviously, there is no holding her back, but she can be insecure at times. She needs a s/o who will remind her of how strong she is and that she deserves anything this world has to offer. Someone who would follow her to the ends of Middle-Earth if it meant making her prove her worth. She has the constant need for validation as she grew up overlooked as Shieldmaiden instead of warrior, so she would love someone who would remind her of her worth and shower her in affections and compliments constantly. Even if it is not needed. She always appreciates it and cannot express her love for you whenever you show her how much she means to you.

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Éomer:

An absolute sweetheart. Someone with a caring heart and good causes. Perhaps you have a soft spot for certain people or animals, but he’d love it. Someone who would remind him of the good left in the world. How something so dull can appear so colorful and prideful at times. A bit of sunshine after the rain. He has seen a lot of war and violence himself, so upon meeting someone who will remind him of the positive things in life, he would most likely fall in love at first sight. Give him a bouquet of flowers or a personally baked cake, and he’d melt on the spot. You’d always give him something temporary to show him that beautiful things might not be everlasting, but they can certainly cheer a person up. You’d give him a whole new perspective on life, and he loves it.

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Merry:

A silent person, most likely introvert. I feel like Merry is fairly extroverted himself, but he’d love someone who is more to themselves. A person who does not parade around with an open mouth and open mind. Someone who holds back a bit more. Perhaps of shyness or purely the idea of not being comfortable around others. He would probably fall in love with a bookworm; someone who can spent the days in their room reading a good book without the need of socialization or fresh air. I can just imagine him coming home one day with you one the couch reading. He’d just wriggle his way into your arms, head on top of your chest and just stay like that while you keep your eyes on your book, you hand occasionally drifting down to roam through his hair. He’d love it.

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Pippin:

Someone with great stories to tell. He’d love stories about literally anything. You could tell him about old fairytales or things that happened to you once, it doesn’t matter. Pippin loves a good story. You could just lay beside him at night and talk about a vacation you had years ago or a book you recently finished. He’s a sucker for it. I also feel like he would love someone who would join him in his occasional mischief, but also someone who would tone him down a bit and make sure he isn’t doing something too irresponsible. A bit like Merry, but with more control over brakes and consequences. But still someone who knows how to have fun, though. That’s the most important to him.

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Fili:

Give. Him. A. Badass. Partner. Someone who can beat his ass in combat. Someone who always speaks their mind and isn’t afraid of the consequences. Fili would be absolutely smitten with a s/o like that. You don’t even need to draw a line at your actions, that is his job. He’d keep you in line whenever necessary. Speak up for what you believe in, fight for what you feel is right; it’s just the things that draws Fili to you. He needs someone who can just beat a pack of orcs in hand to hand combat without breaking a sweat. I know I gotta keep it pg, but this dwarf would instantly be turned on, there’s no way to sugarcoat it. He would love someone who could also think strategically, and create a clever solution to any plan, not necessarily thinking about what others want, but solely on that that needs to be achieved. He loves it. He would never shut up about it.

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Kili:

A nerd. I am so sorry for the Tauriel and Kili shippers among us, but you cannot convince me that Kili would not be head over heels for someone who is incredibly smart or logical. Maybe you will tell him a bit about history, or an analysis about what his stupid actions might lead up to, but it’ll shut him up. Literal heart eyes. You could rant to him about anything about any subject you’d like. You can talk about geology for hours? He’d listen to it all. Invested in Mythology? He’d be in awe of everything you can info dump him about. He would probably brag about it in front of others about how smart his s/o is. He loves using it in arguments (which he will guaranteed get into. He does not know when to shut up.).

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Thorin:

A musical and emphatic s/o. Thorin enjoys music more than he lets on, but if you can play any instrument (or even sing), his heart would be taken. He could listen to it for hours, occasionally even joining in - as he can sing and play harp, no I will never shut up about this. It does not even matter to him what genre it is. Whatever music it is you make, he will appreciate it and let you play in front of others if you give him permission to. Personally, I think he’d prefer someone who likes holding their music as something private, because it makes hearing it even more intimate, but if you are prepared to let others listen too, he would probably not shut up about it for the rest of the night. The empathic part speaks for itself; Thorin is not exactly good with emotions, so he needs someone who would tell him what to say and how to act at certain times to spare other’s feelings. It takes away the whole intimidating part about Thorin, that much is true, but a king needs to be decent and polite, and not rough and stern, correct?

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Bilbo:

A decision maker. Bilbo is, obviously, a people pleaser. He needs someone who will help him out in decisions and conversations. Someone who has a mind set out on a single thing and will not wander from it. Someone with a strategic and steadfast mind. A smart, and quick thinker. He loves riddles, so if you were able to return one at the same time he’d asked you one, he’d be on cloud nine. Perhaps also someone he could just turn to whenever he’s frustrated or in trouble. Where he could say what he wants to without getting any response. He’d probably love an s/o who would walk up to a waiter to tell them he wanted ketchup with his fries.

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Tauriel:

Someone who takes joy in the smaller things. Maybe a little daisy in a big field, or a simple bird bathing in a river bank, but those little things that make you happy, would make her absolutely adore you. When you always manage to find something positive or look on the brighter side of things, no matter how desperate they might look. Tauriel is a realistic thinker, and it often had negative influences, so with a s/o who could convince her to see the good side would be a great relief for her. A charming person who could cheer up anyone, or could make others laugh, even as things seem dark, would be amazing for her. She would even admire you for it. She loves that about you!

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[hobbitsesoftheshire]

I just got an idea. What if i would take requests where you could tell a sentence in your language and the context and i could write a fic with one of the characters i write for using that sentence somewhere in the story?

Would this be something you guys want to read?

The rewuest for this should include:

• X reader character/characters

• Language the sentence is in

• Sentence and the context the sentence is used in + meaning

• Context/trope for the fic (optional)

• Type of fic (fluff, angst, comfort)

Btw requests are open but it might take some time for me to finish the fics!

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[spxllcxstxr]

Merry and Pippin Domestic Life • Headcanons

(Gif not mine)

Request: Ma’am I humbly beg you for Merry and/or Pippin domestic headcanons please and thank you 🙏🙏❤️ -- @bisexualbumblebeeblogs

Warnings: I guess you can consider that you’re married, but I don’t really specify that? It’s just like the two of you live together and are all domestic, I tried to (like always) keep this as gender neutral and inclusive as possible!, mentions of food and eating and alcohol (though you would all be of age)

A.N: oops I did both lmao, I just love them both, I have more Merry and Pippin works on their way!

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Meriadoc Brandybuck

He is one sweet hobbit in my opinion

Like he’ll hand you some pretty flowers one day and you’re all like

“Alright, Meriadoc, whose garden did you steal these from?”

“No one’s, dear! I can’t just pick some flowers for the hobbit I love--”

The look you’d fucking give him as he flushes bright red

But it’s paired wonderfully with that shit eating grin he always has on when he pulls some trick on the inhabitants of the Shire

So yeah

Sweet, but still mischievous as fuck 

Brings you to the Green Dragon all the time 

And when you, Merry, and Pippin aren’t singing your little hearts out on the table tops, Merry is spinning you around and dancing with you

Just loves watching you twirl

Loves how in the morning you make sure the buttons of his waistcoat are done properly and how you run your fingers over the material

okokok, this doesn’t seem like a big deal, but like, Merry lets you pick the color for the door to your shared hobbit hole

Merry is a great cook

And I mean it

He can spend hours in the kitchen or in the market buying ingredients 

Merry definitely learns how to make your favorite dishes and he has countless recipes from his family 

If you like to create things he will 100% put them around the house to show off

I feel like he’s a tip of the nose kisser

Like just soft kisses on the tip of your nose throughout the day 

And that he would have his arm thrown across your shoulder when out and about 

Always tries to make you laugh

“Merry, my love, you’re an idiot!” You’d laugh after he’s done something beyond stupid

“Yes, (Y/n) dear, but I’m your idiot!”

And he’s completely right

Merry would be one of those people that would flirt with you in public even after you’re a couple, like constant winks and cheesy pick-up lines 

All of the hobbits are cottagecore as fuck and I wish I was them lmao

Peregrin Took

Pippin is......Pippin

He’s so sweet and caring

And kinda oblivious

Calls you honey or pumpkin because he finds them delectable and appropriate for the one he loves

You know that dorky scarf he wears in the films?

Yeah that’s yours now

You always steal it when you’re a bit cold and the tips of his ears go bright pink when he sees you wearing it

“You’re adorable, Pip!”

Is big on just being around you all the time

Whether it’s cuddling by the fire or holding your hand in the Green Dragon, he just eats that shit up

Pippin blushes easily and you exploit this fact so fucking hard 

“(Y/n)! You’re making me go all red!” He’d whine

“And you’re so cute like that Pip! I swear!”

The two of you have a little garden so he and Merry don’t have to keep going to Farmer Maggot’s to steal crops

(Though he still does it anyway)

Loves singing and dancing a whole lot

So you guys create your own drinking songs and songs to perform at parties

This hobbit is a complete menace 

So please do not trust him alone in a kitchen 

Pippin simply can’t handle that 

His eyes go wide when you call him Peregrin 

Loves taking you on walks through the Shire 

Falling asleep by the river or near the Party Tree

Kisses on the cheeks is super big

He might be a handful, but he is just lovely to be around every single day

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