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shirefantasies · 10 days

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Hello! Could u do the fellowship with a shy/introverted character? Tyty

I chose to do shy!reader hope thats ok hehe~

How The Fellowship of the Ring Treat You When You’re Shy

Aragorn

✧ Aragorn has been around just about every manner of folk; from that and years in nature he has developed a keen sense of others. Thus he recognizes that you don’t particularly favor attention at once and honors that.

✧ For example, you are clearly cold one night, but the way your feet shift toward Gandalf and your eyes dart as you toss and turn suggest discomfort addressing the wizard. Thus, Aragorn approaches him for you to ask for the spare blanket, draping it over you with a kind smile. The look in your eyes of gratitude and awe brings a modest flush of joy to the ranger’s heart and expression.

✧ Aragorn, too, enjoys taking some time to himself, so you find each other sharing watches in easy silence, just watching the stars together.

✧ When he sees a particular look in your eyes, though, a certain unease or exhaustion swimming therein, Aragorn reaches over, gently taking your hand and bringing a shy smile to your lips.

✧ You are the first person he seeks after danger strikes, calling your name or asking where you are until you are accounted for, when you see his body and expression finally relax again.

Legolas

✧ His demeanor complements yours, neither of you loud contributors to conversation or even the first to speak at all. As a result he tends to stick by you and you by him, sharing looks like conversation.

✧ The others find this a bit disconcerting, sure. “Look, there they go again! They’re doing it! What secrets are you filling the poor soul’s head with now, pointy-ear?” Then you and Legolas are smiling to each other, suppressing laughter at the dwarf Gimli’s outburst; you notice Aragorn doing the same. Perhaps you do fit in with this group after all.

✧ Legolas finds himself seeking to bolster your confidence, offering compliments wherever he can. “You did not tell me you could shoot! I daresay you have some skill with my bow!” He looks at you with pride and maybe something else glowing in his eyes and his smile, especially at the way you smile down toward your feet, unsure what to say.

✧ It is actually Legolas who speaks up for you when others doubt you, telling them that just because you are shy does not mean you lack bravery.

✧ The flush of bashfulness you feel across your face only increases when Legolas adopts his habit of running a soothing hand up and down your back when you get embarrassed.

Boromir

✧ “So this is the one Lord Elrond insisted on joining the journey! What secrets might you be hiding?” The other man, not the one dubbed Isildur’s heir but the man of Gondor, Boromir, had taken to teasing you and you weren’t sure how you felt. On the one hand, you liked his looks and he was the most welcoming in a sense, but on the other you were used to avoiding attention, so what were you to say to him?

✧ Sparring is his icebreaker, the proverbial olive branch that ends up connecting you both even as it brings up his old jokes. Combat skills, after all, being the lord of Rivendell’s deciding factor in your rounding out the fellowship to ten. The first time your instincts kicked in and you had Boromir pinned to the ground with great haste, he burst into laughter, saying that he has found your secret and now there is no hiding from him!

✧ No hiding in other senses as well, for he will take a seat by your side at night, asking if you have any memories of your home you’d like to share. Some nights you do not wish to speak, asking instead to hear of Gondor, and you know Boromir is happy to oblige, though his brother seems to be the only family member he wishes to speak of.

✧ The boldest among the fellowship, if Boromir catches your downward glances he will reach over and tilt your chin up, telling you not to hide your fair gaze away.

✧ Similarly, he takes up the habit of pushing back your hair or tucking it behind your ear if it is long enough as well as lowering your hood, little gestures to grant him sight of the face you try to hide once more.

Gimli

✧ Unbeknownst to you, the fellowship’s resident dwarf has taken it upon himself to bring you cheer again, seeing your quiet and withdrawn demeanor and mistaking it for melancholy. He is at your side at once telling you funny stories and smiling proud as if he’s won a golden trophy when he makes you laugh!

✧ Misguided attempts at making you feel appreciated occur at times, like the time he told everyone to stop what they were doing and look at you, for you had something to say, causing you to shrink back and flush in surprise.

✧ Once he realizes that your troubles are nothing to do with sadness or feeling like an outsider, Gimli instead takes you under his wing to bring your confidence back up! “This game is an old dwarven favorite. I think you will do great at it- indeed, you might be the only worthy competition in this whole lot! Come on, then!”

✧ He pulls out a stone from some fold of his outfit one day. “You see this? This reminds me of you,” he says, holding up the round, dark rock, “you must think it just an ordinary piece of stone, no?” At that, you nod, for is it not? Indeed it isn’t, for the moment your head moves he throws it against the rock he stands upon and cracks it in two, revealing a hollow of beautiful glistening crystals inside. “Well, then you would be mistaken, for there is far more than meets the eye! That is what I like about you, you know. I hope you do, too.”

✧ As if that didn’t have enough heat creeping to your face, from that night in Gimli pitches his bedroll right next to yours and folds himself up right by you quite protectively.

Frodo

✧ Frodo can be shy, too, so when you are faced with each other it is all bashful smiles and stolen glances!

✧ The best companion for a companionable silence, Frodo will sit by your side without any interruptions, the sound of breathing and the warm touch of his arm brushing against yours all the sensation you need to lighten the weights upon you.

✧ Studious as he is, Frodo does find himself asking you questions fairly often though, questions about the meanings of songs he catches you singing for example. Warmth rising to your cheeks, you first reply admitting your lack of awareness anyone could hear you. “Don’t worry, it is quite nice to hear song again,” Frodo tells you with a smile.

✧ Gets annoyed with any of the others if they try to push you to speak or do things you are not comfortable with, reminding them that you are ten, are you not, and anyone else could do it. You can’t help smiling even as you hide your face because you have never seen Frodo like this.

✧ You muse aloud about the ring one day, what little it might do or say to someone who prefers to keep hidden, but Frodo shuts down such talk immediately. “I will not have your heart changed for anything,” he tells you, head falling to your shoulder, “especially not on my account.”

Sam

✧ “Are the others getting to you? Don’t be afraid to tell them to bugger off.” This comment, delivered with a cheeky smile, makes you laugh, not expecting a bit of fire in the sweet hobbit who had introduced himself right away. He doesn’t mind that you keep to yourself, though.

✧ It’s just that sometimes he doesn’t let you. It’s healthier to have the company anyway, you know, such is just difficult for you to seek for yourself. Sam makes it easy in that way, always ending up where you are with a smile and an offer of food or water.

✧ “Mr. Bilbo always told me grand stories when I couldn’t say much- would you like to hear one of them? It’s my favorite!” “Of course I would, Sam. I would like that very much.”

✧ Sam stands in front of you in every fight, sometimes even extending an arm across you as if daring your possible enemy to even try. Every single time it warms your heart to see the determination in his eyes, even if you can fight for yourself.

✧ “You’re like a sunflower. Once you turn round to face the sun, everyone can see how lovely that smile is!”

Merry

✧ "Hello," the hobbit pops up in your line of vision, having sidled over to where you sat, "I don't believe we've met. Only saw you the once. At the council. My name is Meriadoc Brandybuck. Merry for short. What's your name?" It is a marvel to you how easily conversation comes to Merry. With a small smile, you introduce yourself, nervously running a hand over your hair. "That's a nice name. Don't be so afraid, all right? Lord Elrond believed in you. Quite an honor, that. And we'll all be right here with you."

✧ Always asking for your say, if you are alright with him keeping you company or sitting at your side until the day you tell him there is no need, he is always welcome.

✧ He notices the way you tend to fidget nervously, hands wringing or twisting the end of your sleeve, so one day he presents you with a little string of beads. “In case your hands ever want company,” he explains, blue eyes earnest as ever, “they’re from the Shire.” As if the gift was not meaningful enough as it was! You forget your shyness just long enough to wrap your arms around him, and when you pull away the wide, dreamy smile on his face makes the gesture well worth it.

✧ Tells you all the best stories of Shire mischief, teasing that had you been there, one look from those eyes of yours would have gotten you out of trouble!

✧ You’re the first one Merry looks to when a song starts up, but he seems to think better of it after extending his hand, asking if you’re be alright with a dance.

Pippin

✧ Discrimination is not in Pippin's vocabulary, so when he sees you hanging back from the rest of the fellowship, he simply approaches you so you know you're included, too!

✧ From that moment on, Pippin becomes your comfort person. Always sitting by your side at the fire, no one else. The only one you’ll speak to when you are upset.

✧ Looks down at the ground too when you get really shy, thinking there’s something there before he realizes a little late.

✧ Whenever he and Merry get to singing, Pippin will offer you his hand, inviting you to dance and smiling at your reluctant but pleased face. If you are too shy to dance with others watching, then Pippin will simply take up his song only to find you later when there are no others, and no matter the terrain take you in his arms for a proper whirl...and maybe something slower, too.

✧ Feeds you first whenever it is his turn to pass out meals, sneaking you a little extra because he knows you will not be comfortable asking for more. Always dishes you up with a wink because of it!

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fantasyworld4ever · 10 months

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I would like to uno reverse and ask how the elves (yep, all the LOTR/hobbit elves you write for) would react to their s/o keeping them warm, whether it be with a blanket, an extra cloak, or even magically radiating warmth.

LOTR/THE HOBBIT ELVES REACTING TO THEIR S/O WHO GIVE THEM THEIR COAT/BLANKET WHEN ITS COLD.

Elrond

Istg this poor guy will survive the cold for you

You don’t realize it’s cold but when you look over at Elrond he’s quite literally shivering from cold

You quickly deduce that the poor ellon has stayed out simply because you were

You chuckle fondly, finding it sweet as you drape a coat/blanket over him and he blinks at you in surprise

He tries to protest but you glare at him and he shuts up

Thranduil

No, just no.

This man will refuse to take your coat

Anyway, he wouldn't even be out in the cold

If he finds it cold, there is no way he’s letting you go out

Legolas

Dude does not get cold

Have you seen him running through those snowy places?

Yeah, he's too jumpy to be cold

He will politely reject your coat if you ask though

Lindir

This poor sweet innocent baby 😭

He won’t wait for you to offer it, he’s gonna just grab it then apologize as he wraps himself in it

Literally freezing

He’ll be okay, he snuggles against you for extra warmth

Haldir

Dude patrols borders, he’s used to it

May actually fall asleep standing up in the cold

You just wrap the blanket around him and he’ll stir slightly

Poor bby, he’s so tired

He’ll hold you tight, swaddling you in the blanket too

Glorfindel

He will snatch your blanket quicker than you can say his name

He’ll apologize but he aint sorry at all

He is COLD.

Let him have the damn blanket xD

Feren

Sweet bby

He won’t say anything even if the air is a bit chilly

He’ll do his best to hide it but you soon realize just how cold he is

“Thank you, meleth.” He’ll smile at you as you drape the blanket over his shoulders but insists you both share it

Figwit

“My lady/lord, it’s cold” He’ll comment on the chilliness of the air as you stroll through the garden

No matter how many times you tell him to call you your name he will insist on using your title in public

When you give him your coat he looks surprised and tries to protest but soon gives in, wrapping it around himself

“Thank you, meleth…” He’ll whisper, his ears red

{Thanks for the request and hope it lives up to your expectations! Apologies for the wait. And as always, my inbox is open!}

#requests #lotr #the hobbit #elves #figwit #thranduil #legolas #feren #lindir #elrond peredhel #glorfindel #haldir #x reader #gender neutral reader #fluff

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amethysttribble · 1 year

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“He resembles Princess Luthien greatly,” Oropher said and Celeborn stiffened on instinct.

He side-eyed his kinsman, bracing for the impact of whatever came next. Oropher never made idle comments. Oropher epecially never made idle comments to him, not without the direct intention of starting a fight.

Celeborn hoped this wasn’t intended to be a fight. He’d promised Gil-galad, and more importantly, Galadriel, that they wouldn’t so much as bicker tonight. They were supposed to stand next to one another in solidarity and pretend like the High Council of Lindon wasn’t fracturing at the seams and about to fall apart, the direct consequence of Oropher’s words and desires and pride.

But right now, Oropher at least wasn’t speaking of their king- ‘I don’t remember choosing him, do you think you speak for all of us?’- but of the one standing next to him on the ballroom dais. Of perhaps the one person whose name and presence between them was just as, if not more, incendiary than Gil-galad’s. Poor Elrond.

“He does,” Celeborn replied mildly, biting his tongue before he could ask why Oropher was bringing this up now. It wasn’t like he’d never seen the young lord- no longer a boy, not a child by any race’s measure, though it was hard to remember- before. It wasn’t like they all didn’t meet and talk often enough.

“More than either Elwing or Earendil. Or her.”

And, ah. There it was.

“True enough,” Celeborn said, and he wasn’t sure if Oropher wanted him to agree or not, but he wasn’t going to lie.

Elrond took greatly after dear Aunt Luthien. In some lights it was slightly nerve wracking.

Oropher crossed his arms rather than reply immediately, his face closed off. Not stony or hard like at council meetings, but his thoughts and feelings were far away from any observer. He actually looked like the lord they pretended he was, rather than the rogue marchwarden he actually was; regal. When Oropher looked like that he reminded Celeborn of Galathil.

He looked away.

“I think, in the details though, they are more present. His cheeks, for example-“

“And it’s funny,” Oropher said, and he even huffed a very sad laugh, trying and failing to make it sound like he actually was joking. The two of them hadn’t shared a joke since… since.

Celeborn certainly wasn’t laughing. He closed his eyes and swallowed his annoyance at being interrupted. He knew Oropher did it on purpose, perpetually the preteen at his brother’s table delighting in ribald and shock.

And there were his words to consider.

“El-Elwing didn’t really take after Luthien very much.”

She didn’t. She’d taken after the person whose presence hung between Oropher and Celeborn like the unlight of Ungoliant, sucking the air out of the room. Which was a horrible legacy for someone they both loved so much, but grief did strange things to already strained relationships.

“I keep asking myself if there’s something about Earendil I’m forgetting.” Oropher was rambling now, highly uncharacteristic. Celeborn drew in a long breath and re-centered himself in anticipation for wherever this was headed. “Has Galadriel said anything about a resemblance to anyone in her family?”

Celeborn raised an eyebrow, but Oropher wouldn’t look at him. His eyes were locked somewhere past Elrond’s head. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed.

But Oropher acknowledging Galadriel’s family, Earendil’s family willingly?

Oropher had always seemed to operate under some purposeful mental dissonance, wherein he forced himself to think of Galadriel as some Telerin princess who had mystically made her way across the sea alone and by sheer force of will. And Earendil? He might as well have been prince to some lost, entirely independent Elven kingdom- not Sindar, not Laiquendi, certainly not Noldor- for how Oropher acted, for the most part.

He’d slipped in an argument about Gil-galad once when he shouted that, ‘Earendil was the only Noldo I would have ever had for my king and he’s gone!’

“She’s never made any special mention of a resemblance,” Celeborn said carefully. He didn’t want to call attention to the… mannerisms picked up from certain half-cousins that Galadriel had noticed. That wasn’t a resemblance, after all. “Why?”

“No particular reason,” he said, though it was becoming clear that there was a very particular reason, “just, many remark that his brother took after Earendil and I never saw it, so I-“

“I always thought Elros more so resembled Dior.”

Oropher’s head snapped over to finally look at him. He nodded, slow and low, not even slightly upset at being interrupted.

“Yes, I thought the same,” he said. “Funny that. Identical twins, but it’s in the- the bearing. Who they take after. Luthien and Dior.”

Celeborn fought off the shudder that threatened the shake him, to make him crack and crumble under the weight of the thing between him and Oropher that would never go away. He actually looked Oropher in the eye, and in that faraway gaze, this time he saw the same weakness.

“How much have you had to drink this evening?” Celeborn asked.

Oropher shrugged casually, with one shoulder, and that was plenty of answer. Surely he couldn’t be as drunk as either the time Celeborn found his and his friends deep into Galathil’s liquor cabinet or the night they drank themselves into a state in Sirion after… after. Still.

“That’s very unbecoming.”

“You see it though, right?” Oropher said, voice still uncharacteristically even, but when they met eyes…

He was such a weepy drunk.

“Elwing and Earendil’s boys, they carry themselves well,” he said, voice bitter as could be. “Beautiful, kind, clever, magnetic, the both of them. Princess Luthien’s wildness is in Elrond, and Dior’s wonder at the world is in Elros. They stand so tall. And, yes, you’re right, Elwing and Earendil are there in the margins, but there’s also- also them. And so much space is taken up, our- Lothig is eaten whole.”

Hearing Nimloth’s childhood nickname come out of Oropher’s mouth was like being stabbed. There was no more air. Just like that, Celeborn was drowning.

“You should be proud,” he hissed back, trying to keep his head above water. “That is a fine legacy to resemble, our princess, our king. We loved them as well. At least, I did.”

Oropher wasn’t listening. He never did.

“Do you think any of these people-“ he swept his arm out to gesture at the entire room, the entirety of Lindon’s court; Noldor, Sindar, Nandor, Men and Dwarves in the margins, and one peredhil. “-care that they killed her?”

“Don’t put that on him,” Celeborn snapped quietly, “he doesn’t owe you grief for someone he never knew-“

“I don’t care what Elrond feels, I can’t even look at him,” Oropher spat out, every word sounding pained, and there was torment in his whisper quiet voice.

That whisper, more than anything, tipped Celeborn off to the fact that this conversation wasn’t just one of their drunken spats about trading blame.

“I would have raised that boy like we raised his mother and your brother raised me,” Oropher said, “but that didn’t happen, and I can’t look at him. He looks like Luthien. His brother looks like Dior. And that’s a wonderful thing for everyone else in this room, isn’t it? That’s hope. The beautiful king taken too soon reborn and the Nightengale who stole her happy ending walking among us, and that’s such a lovely end to this tale for them. But what about for us, Celeborn?”

For Celeborn? Celeborn was shaking with the effort it was taking to keep his breathing even. Galadriel touched the edge of his fea to ask if he was okay. He gently pushed her away.

Oropher was right about one thing, this was about their family; about Doriath and Menegorth and being the last two members of Thingol’s inner court on this shore.

Eru Iluvatar, how did it end up being them? Just a pair of hot-headed youths with the weight an entire dead kingdom on their shoulders.

“Gondolin and Nargothrond are gone too,” he replied, the words dull even to his ears. “Hithlum and Dorthonion, half of Ossiriand, and even Himlad and Thargelion. It’s about building something new for all of us. Hope is not a bad thing.”

“It’s different for us.”

Yes. It was. Because Doriath and Sirion need not have fallen like that, and the monsters who took their homes and their loved ones from them weren’t even defeated. They faded, sad and pathetic and allowed to escape by everyone and everything but their prize, and there was no catharsis in that.

And in this kingdom they spoke Sindarin, but they took a Noldorin king who ruled through Noldorin traditions- with a few of Cirdan’s lessons thrown in there- in a city built by Noldorin hands. After his death, Thingol had lost his war of cultural influence. Badly.

“No one here remembers her but us, Celeborn,” Oropher urged. “They remember our heroes and our most tantalizing tragedies, but they don’t remember her. They don’t see her. She’s just one more dead wife and mother, if they get that far, but not a cousin, a niece-“

“Enough, Oropher.”

“-an astrologist, a troublemaker, a queen, a girl who was so scared of being outshined-“

“Oropher!” Celeborn snapped, more harshly than he meant to. It made Oropher stop long enough that he could put a hand on his shoulder, though.

“Oropher, you’re weeping.”

He blinked harshly, then brought up a hand to wipe at his cheek. When he pulled away, Celeborn could see how wet the palm was. Oropher glared at the remnant of his tears like they’d personally offended him.

He muttered, half to himself, “Surely you can’t keep living like this. Ignoring what was done to us because it’s awkward and inconvenient for the new age they’re building.”

Could he? Celeborn didn’t know. He was trying. Galadriel was trying; she had as many wounds as him she was trying to swallow for the sake of something new and bright. But it was hard. Lindon made Celeborn feel old, somehow. But with Oropher he was always just a boy again, strutting around Menegroth, trying to make his place, being too loud and too proud and too sure of himself.

Perhaps that was part of why they couldn’t stop fighting. Always just boys when together. And those boys, they had a few things in common.

Doriath, Galathil, and Nimloth were in Oropher. And when Oropher looked at him, those same things were in Celeborn. There was no place for those things in this new world.

Because Doriath, Galathil, and Nimloth were forever gone on this shore. Oropher needed to realize that. Not matter how much it fucking hurt.

“Go to bed, Oropher,” Celeborn told him softly. “You’re drunk and emotional. You’ll embarrass your son. He’s one of those young people looking for something new. Something hopeful.”

And when they looked back towards Gil-galad’s dais and the youths surrounding him, there was Thranduil, charming smile on his face, making Elrond toss his head back and laugh. If anyone took after Nimloth, it was him; her mother and Oropher’s had been identical twins.

Celeborn’s hand was suddenly colder and hanging in the air. He turned back to the kid who showed up one day and took so much of his older brother’s attention and who he’d never forgiven for that small slight. Oropher was composed and looking like Galathil once more.

“I hate that you’re right,” he whispered. “And he probably needs me to be better than this. But I can’t be better here.”

And he left.

The next week, Oropher would formally announce his intention to travel east and settle there, alongside anyone who would join him. Celeborn, to the surprise of every other council member but Galadriel, raised no objection. Very briefly, the thought crossed his mind to join Oropher.

But that desire faded quickly. The envy didn’t, though, not for many, many years.

Not until the day he planted a little silver tree in Lothlorien.

#this didn’t go where I thought it would but *shrugs*#Oropher and Celeborn grieve for Doriath and for Nimloth #celeborn #Oropher #tolkien #the silmarillion #I need a 2nd age tag #fanfic #tribble post

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kat651 · 5 months

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imagine: finding out lindir is highly ticklish and using it to your advantage.

Lindir sighed and collapsed in a couch. You went over and sat next to him. “You ok?”

He let his head fall in your shoulder. “I’m exhausted.”

You smiled and gently wrapped your arm around him. He’d been courting you for about a month now and you were slowly testing boundaries, not wanting to push him to far.

You slowly rubbed up and down his side and suddenly he flinched, back arching.

You looked at him with worry. “Are you ok? Are you hurt?”

“What?”

You knelt before him, slowly lifting his shirt so you could see his side. “You flinched, let me see…” you saw no cut or bruise so you slowly ran your hand along his side again and he twitched again.

“Lindir…” you whispered, gently pressing. He let out a sound. “What? Did that hurt?” You asked, fingers spreading out across his side.

“No it just…” he made a face. “That tickles!”

“What? This?” You rolled your fingers over his side and he squealed.

“Y/N!!!” He said as he burst into laughter. “Stahahahp!” He begged as he laughed.

You ticked him until his ears began to redder and he clutched his sides.

“There, you’re in a better mood now, mr. grumpy face.”

He shook his head. “Why are you so annoying?”

“Annoying?!?”

“Yes! Annoying!”

“You take that back.”

Lindir shook his head. “No.”

You sighed and shrugged. “Then you leave me on choice…” you attacked his sides again and he shrieked.

Lord Elrond heard his assistant’s destress and ran to see what was the matter.

Lindir was in his back, laying on the couch as he begged for mercy. “Ok ok I take it back! Please staaap!!!” He noticed lord Elrond and turned red from embarrassment before calling out. “My lord! Help me!”

Elrond smiled. “Oh yes, I’ll help…” he came over and lean to you. “Yah know… I think his feet may be a better target…”

Lindir screeched. “How dare you!!!” He gasped shocked that lord Elrond would ensue in the shenanigans.

You positioned yourself so Linder couldn’t move and began to tickle his feet.

“Y/nnnn!!! Can’t… breathe…”

You ignored him.

Elrond spoke up. “Ok, I think that’s enough, his face is red as a tomato.”

You stoped and stood, leaving an exhausted, slightly sweaty Lindir to try and catch his breath. “Y-y/n…”

“Hmm?”

“Now my side hurts…”

You burst into laughter. “My poor sweet lindir! What am I gonna do with you? Do you need me to pamper you with kisses and get you some tea as I sing you a song?”

He smiled, eyes still closed. “That actually sounds nice…”

Elrond shook his head. “Lindir, you’ve the rest of the day off…”

Once lord Elrond was gone you knelt next to the couch and immediately began to cover him in kisses.

He chuckled slightly from the feeling it left and pretty soon he grabbed you and pulled you in for a kiss on the lips. “Thank you, y/n…”

#x reader #cute #lindir #elrond #lindir x reader #Tickle #love #kat651

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witchthewriter · 7 months

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𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑹𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

Okay, I've finished watching all of the Lord of the Rings movies - without interruption or being on my phone. So I gotta say - Frodo is a bit of a bitch.

| 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞

This Hobbit was constantly by Frodo's side. Unfailing in his loyalty. If it wasn't for Mr Gamgee, the ring wouldn't have been destroyed?! He kept Frodo going, and even though "he couldn't carry the ring," he said, "okay bet, i'll carry you then." AND THREW FRODO OVER HIS SHOULDER AND KEPT GOING.

Now, maybe I wouldn't be as ticked off, if the other characters' gave Sam the same respect as Frodo. When Gandalf swooped in the eagles, and brought to safety, everyone went into Frodo's room. And poor Sam was left behind, standing at the door, watching on as everyone showed their love to Frodo.

| 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐭

Okay, so there are 3 main female characters. Throughout the whole series.

Arwen (love interest of Aragorn, yes she did save Frodo and brought him to safety).

Galadriel (who spoke for like 10 minutes throughout the whole series? Married.)

Eowyn (Who falls in love with Aragorn, even though she wants to fight for her kingdom and her family. But she still had to fall in love with someone ... and if she couldn't have Aragorn, then she had Faramir). So she did fight in the first battle, but where was she when the army went to the Black Gates??

I think this is why it's taken me so long to get through the whole trilogy because there weren't any female characters I could relate to. Who actively helped against the antagonist.

| 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐲

I'm going to say it with my whole chest, I think Gandalf the Grey is sexy. But when he became ... what, the white wizard? He became less sexy. HOWEVER, where was his magic? Did I miss a major plot point? Because why was Arwen dying? And why was there a big eye, where was the actual physical villain? (If anyone wants to answer these questions, please(!) do so).

| 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 … 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬?

Because why were there only Legolas and Gimli there to help? Elrond snuck into Rohan's camp and told Aragorn of the orcs on corsairs coming, and gave him the sword. But why couldn't other Elves and Dwarfs help the Men? Because even if it wasn't their war to fight, they would still be in deep shit if Sauron won?

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iamfitzwilliamdarcy · 1 year

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hey remember elrond didn’t want the young hobbits to go with the fellowship and gandalf was like nahh let them come and then??? it turned out to be necessary for Boromir’s salvation--

“Poor Boromir! I could not see what happened to him. It was a sore trial for such a man: a warrior and a lord of men. Galadriel told me that he was in peril. But he escaped in the end. I am glad. It was not in vain that the young hobbits came with us, if only for Boromir’s sake.”

like would he have confessed and received the absolution for trying to take the ring had he not been dying? that he made up for his sins in the only way he could be defending the weak who could not defend themselves and giving his life for them?

(also maybe i’m extrapolating the kiss of absolution but it makes me cry and i think the Conquering is not just the many orc he slaughtered but overcoming the Ring even though he did succumb to it --- and it’s from a King and Healer so--

“I tried to take the Ring from Frodo,” he said. “I am sorry. I have paid” ..... “Farewell, Aragorn! Go to Minis Tirith and save my people. I have failed” “No!” said Aragorn, taking his hand and kissing his brow. “You have not failed. You have conquered. Few have gained such a victory. Be at peace! Minis Tirith shall not fall.” Boromir smiled

#he doesn't initially confess to trying to take the ring #even tho it's obvious aragorn suspects and he's grief stricken #so like.......#boromir #lotr #man this is making me EMO #smarter people have said this better i'm sure but..... i am here and it's my blog so #katie reads lotr #tolkien #ANYWAY #the interconnectedness of everyone too #the use of the weak to aid the strong

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soralinklokidottirofmirkwood · 5 months

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Winter colds: Ada Lord Elrond x sick elfling reader (male and female).

Age: 6 reader Chan/Kun is Elronds youngest child and He/She catches a cold while playing in the snow with the twins.

Adar-father.

Ada-dad/daddy/papa.

Ion nin-my son.

Iel nin-my daughter.

Nethig-little sister.

Honeg-little brother.

Reader Kun version:

You rolled a small ball of snow for your snow hobbit while your brothers threw snowballs at each other.

Your father was away to Mirkwood and left your brothers in charge of you for five weeks.

After you finished making the body of your snow Hobbit you began gathering sticks for the arms and hair and stones for the eyes, mouth and buttons then you made the feet out of snow with sticks for the feet hair.

Happy with your work you admired the snow Hobbit “Great job Honneg.” Elladan said patting your head of Blond hair making you beam up at him until you began sneezing then coughing alerting your eldest brother Elrohir “What’s wrong little one?” He asked gently picking you up and feeling your forehead “By the stars you’re burning up.” He said taking you back to the palace with Elladan in toe, when you three reached the healers they looked you over “He just needs plenty of bed rest.” The healer said giving you a brew that will slow down the fever.

After taking the bitter tasting elixir you buried your head in your brother’s shoulder as you let out a cough “Poor Y/N.” He said patting your back as you wrapped your arms around his neck “Let’s get you to bed and have the cooks make you soup.” Elladan said.

In your room You’re changed into a nightshirt and placed in your bed by your big brother “Get some sleep Honneg.” Elrohir said placing a wet towel on your forehead and gently stroking your hair “When is Ada coming home?” You asked coughing a bit “He’ll be home-“ Elrohir didn’t get to finish as the door swung open to reveal to his surprise your father “Adar? I thought you wouldn’t be home in two weeks.” Your oldest brother said “The meeting ended earlier than expected so I got to come home early. And I heard that Y/N caught a cold.” He said walking over to your bedside and gently placing a hand on your warm forehead “We were just playing in the snow.” You said coughing “I know Ion nin. But you must stay inside until you’re better.” He said gently patting your back until the door opened once again “I got the soup! Oh Adar, you’re home early.” Elladan said walking over and sitting the bowl on your nightstand that your father took and gently spoon feed you “Did you take him to the healers?” Elrond asked the twins making sure the soup was cooled down “Aye! Adar.” Elrohir said standing by the taller but younger twin.

After you finished eating your soup Elrond tucked you in then he and your brothers walked out of your bedroom.

In his study Elrond examined the twins to make sure they didn’t catch colds “No playing in the snow for a while, there is supposed to be a blizzard tonight and I want one of you to stay with your brother, in his room incase his fever goes high.” He said making preparations for the blizzard.

That night there was indeed a blizzard over Rivendell, Elladan stayed with you that night but before bed you had to take a bath and your sheets needed to be changed.

When your father learned about your fever decreasing he decided to stay with you that night and brew another elixir for your fever “My poor elfling.” He said replacing the wet towel and crawled into bed with you.

2 weeks later:

You slowly started feeling better but you’re nose was still stuffy and you still had to stay inside but with your father’s skills in healing your cold slowly started to go down more with help from the elixir and some rest.

King Thranduil and Prince Legolas came to Rivendell for a meeting and Legolas brought you a box of sweets from Mirkwood “Welcome Mellon nin.” Elrond said greeting the Mirkwood royals “Thank you Elrond.” Thranduil said “Where’s Y/N and the twins?” Legolas asked “Their in Y/N’s room. Y/N caught a bad cold playing in the snow.” Your father said “Can I see them?” The prince asked “Of course, I’m sure Y/N would love to see you Legolas.” Your father said leading the royals to your bedroom.

Elrond slowly opened the door to see you sitting on your bed listening to the twins telling you what happened on patrol along with a funny prank they pulled with Legolas when they were elflings “Tomato soup ran down his hair and into his armor.” They said laughing with you having a look of admiration in your eyes “Then what happened?” You asked clutching your stuffed Oliphant “We got our backsides heated up and had to do the dishes for 3 weeks.” Legolas said walking into the room “Legolas.” You said excitedly as he walked to your bedside and gave you the box of sweets “Thank you Leggy.” You said excitedly “You’re welcome little warrior.” He said happy to see that you’re doing better as you shared the sweets “Here is the young Lords lunch My lord.” A maid said bringing in your lunch “Thank you Jade.” Your father said as the she elf brought you your lunch that consisted of vegetable soup and juice.

After Jade left the room you began eating and you heard more stories before falling asleep after eating all of your food.

Reader Chan version:

You rolled a small ball of snow for your snow hobbit while your brothers threw snowballs at each other.

Your father was away to Mirkwood and left your brothers in charge of you for five weeks.

Happy with your work you admired the snow Hobbit “Great job Nethig.” Elladan said patting your head of Blond hair making you beam up at him until you began sneezing then coughing alerting your eldest brother Elrohir “What’s wrong little one?” He asked gently picking you up and feeling your forehead “By the stars you’re burning up.” He said taking you back to the palace with Elladan in toe, when you three reached the healers they looked you over “She just needs plenty of bed rest.” The healer said giving you a brew that will slow down the fever.

In your room you’re changed into a nightgown and placed in your bed by your big brother “Get some sleep Nethig.” Elrohir said placing a wet towel on your forehead and gently stroking your hair “When is Ada coming home?” You asked coughing a bit “He’ll be home-“ Elrohir didn’t get to finish as the door swung open to reveal to his surprise your father “Adar? I thought you wouldn’t be home in two weeks.” Your oldest brother said “The meeting ended earlier than expected so I got to come home early. And I heard that Y/N caught a cold.” He said walking over to your bedside and gently placing a hand on your warm forehead “We were just playing in the snow.” You said coughing “I know Iel nin. But you must stay inside until you’re better.” He said gently patting your back until the door opened once again “I got the soup! Oh Adar, you’re home early.” Elladan said walking over and sitting the bowl on your nightstand that your father took and gently spoon feed you “Did you take her to the healers?” Elrond asked the twins making sure the soup was cooled down “Aye! Adar.” Elrohir said standing by the taller but younger twin.

After you finished eating your soup Elrond tucked you in then he and your brothers walked out of your bedroom.

In his study Elrond examined the twins to make sure they didn’t catch colds “No playing in the snow for a while, there is supposed to be a blizzard tonight and I want one of you to stay with your sister, in her room incase her fever goes high.” He said making preparations for the blizzard.

That night there was indeed a blizzard over Rivendell, Elladan stayed with you that night but before bed you had to take a bath and your sheets needed to be changed.

2 weeks later:

King Thranduil and Prince Legolas came to Rivendell for a meeting and Legolas brought you a box of sweets from Mirkwood “Welcome Mellon nin.” Elrond said greeting the Mirkwood royals “Thank you Elrond.” Thranduil said “Where’s Y/N and the twins?” Legolas asked “Their in Y/N’s room. Y/N caught a bad cold playing in the snow.” Your father said “Can I see them?” The prince asked “Of course, I’m sure She’ll love to see you Legolas.” Your father said leading the royals to your bedroom.

Elrond slowly opened the door to see you sitting on your bed listening to the twins telling you what happened on patrol along with a funny prank they pulled with Legolas when they were elflings “Tomato soup ran down his hair and into his armor.” They said laughing with you having a look of admiration in your eyes “Then what happened?” You asked clutching your stuffed Oliphant “We got our backsides heated up and had to do the dishes for 3 weeks.” Legolas said walking into the room “Legolas.” You said excitedly as he walked to your bedside and gave you the box of sweets “Thank you Leggy.” You said excitedly “You’re welcome little warrior.” He said happy to see that you’re doing better as you shared the sweets “Here is the young Lady’s lunch My lord.” A maid said bringing in your lunch “Thank you Jade.” (You can change it if it’s your name) Your father said as the she elf brought you your lunch that consisted of vegetable soup and juice.

After Jade left the room you began eating and you heard more stories before falling asleep after eating all your food.

#the hobbit #platonic #elrond #elrohir #elladan #Thranduil #legolas #winter #pre the hobbit #male child readers #female child readers #sick reader

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tamurilofrivendell · 1 year

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Light In The Dark | Frodo x Reader

Pairing: Frodo/Fem. Reader Summary: You and Frodo are snuggling together, and Frodo suddenly rolls over and wraps his arms around you in his sleep. Requested by @fandomsarefamily1966 Content: Just fluff really.

Rivendell was truly beautiful and the skills and hospitality of Lord Elrond were welcome indeed. With the danger of the attack at Weathertop safely behind you, everyone's fears had been assuaged and you could all get some much needed rest and relief from your travels. You had done your share of exploring already, amazed by the beauty of this secret haven. The elves of Imladris were very welcoming - even gifting you, a stranger, with some of the most beautiful dresses you had ever seen once you'd gotten out of your dirty travel gear - and you felt like you could easily be at home here. However, you were still slightly distracted by thoughts of your friends, especially Frodo, who had only that very day agreed to take the ring onwards to Mordor instead of leaving the task to another and heading home.

Lord Elrond had decided that the so called Fellowship of the Ring would stay in Rivendell a while longer before embarking upon their quest. A little more information about Sauron was needed before departing was an option, and there were maps to read over and plans to make. You were content enough to stay here forever, and Frodo had all but begged you to remain behind, but you would not hear of it. You would not leave your friends to throw themselves headlong into danger alone.

Frodo was recovering well but you had overheard that his wound would not fully heal and he would bear the scars of it for the rest of his life. He didn't deserve all of this, poor sweet Frodo, and you wished there was some way that you could help him.

That night, you found that you could not sleep and so you took to walking the halls, gazing at the grand paintings on the walls and looking out over the gorgeous views. Still, you were restless, and you soon found your way to the room Frodo was staying in, hesitating briefly before lifting your hand and knocking gently on the wooden door. The silence stretched for a second too long and you supposed that he had already fallen asleep so you turned to take your leave.

"Come in!" You heard suddenly from the other side of the door.

Turning back, your fingers grasped the handle and you pushed the door open, peering inside with a soft smile. Frodo was sitting up under the covers of the bed, Bilbo's book open in his lap, gaze glued to the pages. When he looked up at you, his face broke into a smile.

"I thought you would be asleep by now!" He exclaimed.

You wrung your hands and shrugged a little sheepishly. "For some reason, I cannot find much rest tonight."

Frodo's smile faded, his features morphing into a gentle frown. He closed Bilbo's book and set it off to the side, reaching a hand out and patting the empty space of the bed beside him. "What is it that troubles you?" He asked, watching as you moved over and clambered up onto the large bed beside him.

"I don't really know." You admitted, shrugging. "My mind simply does not seem to want to shut off."

"Well." Frodo said. "You will stay here with me. Two is much better than one, after all. Even if you do not wish to talk." His smile returned, softer. "We can lie in simple silence if you wish."

You smiled back at him, nodding. "Only if you do not mind. You seemed very interested in Bilbo's book, I would not wish to keep you from it."

Frodo waved off your worry, shaking his head. "Believe me, I know that story front and back by now." He chuckled. "And I have already read the book... I was just looking through it a second time. He's very proud of it." His smile turned fond as he thought of his uncle. "As he should be."

You talked with Frodo for a while longer, about home and about the others and about Rivendell. Though, before long your discussion became more serious as you talked about the journey that lay behind you and also the other, much bigger journey, the one that lay ahead.

Eventually the two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence, Frodo finally lying down with his head on the pillow and you beside him on the other side. He'd been right - two was better than one - and you were feeling a lot more settled.

A few more minutes passed and you heard Frodo eventually drift off to sleep, the melody of his breathing a telltale sound, the back of his curly head to you as dreams finally took him. You smiled to yourself as you let your own eyes drift shut, though sleep would still not come. He needed it more than you did anyway.

You weren't sure how long you lay there, listening to the sound of Frodo's gentle breathing and the twittering of some night-time birds out on the balcony, before you became aware of movement.

At first you thought that Frodo had woken up but when you opened your eyes, squinting at him through the dim light of the moon streaming in through the window, it became apparent that he hadn't. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was still slow and deep. That wasn't what you really focused on though, you were far more fixed upon the fact that, as he had rolled over in his slumber and snuggled a little closer to you, his arm had seemed to seek you out. He'd wrapped it around you and you were now quite caught in his languid embrace... not that you minded.

Frodo slept on, a content look on fair features, as you gazed at his face in the moonlight. You could feel the warmth of his body and the rise and fall of his chest, the protective, comforting feeling of his arm. With a small smile, you nestled a little closer, and let your eyes close once more.

Sleep finally found you then, and you could not recall a time you had slept more soundly.

#frodo x reader #lotr x reader #lotr fanfiction #lotr fanfic #requests

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luna-redamancy · 2 years

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I also have a simple request for a moment where you just want something simple, a female reader amongst the elves, but she has glasses, what happens? That's up to you😊

I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this posted! Here you go, lovey! I chose to do it with Elrond and Lindir, as if she was living in Rivendell:

“What is that?” Lindir’s voice was curious, not judgemental as you approached, adjusting your tunic as you just got off horseback before you came to visit.

“What’s what?” You paused, looking at your attire. Sure, you had quite a few dirt splotches on your pants, and maybe your tunic was a little well worn-

“On your face, is it jewelry?” Elrond inquired, knowing what his advisor was truly asking.

“My face?” You then recalled the delicate wire frames that sat upon the bridge of your nose. You made a noise of realization before a soft laugh escaped you. “It is an accessory, yes, but it allows me to see better.” You explained, taking off the pair of glasses.

“You have a vision impairment?” Lindir asked, carefully taking the frames from you and holding them up in the light to get a better view.

“Well, a few years ago I was assisting a friend in arranging her pantry, and well,” You remembered the day vividly, how the iron fell on your head and how for the rest of the day your head hurt, and your vision was skewed. Ever since then, you have needed glasses to see correctly.

You could manage to get around just fine without them, with a little eye strain you were able to read and write and go about your daily life. So, when you accidentally sat on them after finishing your nighttime bathing routine, you never bothered to get them replaced until you left to visit family.

“I’ve never seen you with such a device,” Elrond commented, his father like nature oozing through his tone as he raised a brow at you. “I’ve heard of the ailments that befall humans when their eyesight is impaired. Dizziness, headaches, strained eyes, swollen eyes,” He ranted off the symptoms as you sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck.

“I should wear them during the day, yes, but it’s truly only really troublesome when it’s dark out.”

“Hm,” Elrond side-eyed you before holding his hand out to Lindir to be passed the wire frames.

“Very delicate,” He murmured, “We must send our doctors to (Y/n)’s homeland,” Elrond decided. While poor eyesight didn’t affect elves, it did affect humans. The House of Lord Elrond was a refuge to many, humans included. It would only be fitting that they had all the medical services they needed…As well as the adorable woman who worked with the Lord himself on the daily.

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camille-lachenille · 3 months

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Seven sentences game

I was tagged by @thescrapwitch to share the last 7 sentences I wrote.

He was about to knock at Elrond’s door when a frantic librarian apprentice ran into the hallways, panting and calling. “Highness, Highness! The Head librarian needs you, lord Elrond is pulling all the books out of their shelves and refuses to stop! Please make him stop!”

The poor girl looked so frazzled by the whole situation that Gil-Galad had to bit back his instinct to laugh. Of course Elrond would bury himself in the library during his free time on a beautiful spring day instead of enjoying the blooming gardens and the breeze.

“Thank you, I was looking for my Herald. You can tell to the head librarian I am coming.”

It’s 8 sentences but I didn’t want to cut in the middle of Gil-Galad’s dialogue.

#tag game #the silmarillion #tolkien #my writing #fic writing #tolkien fic #elrond #gil galad

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sotwk · 9 months

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Whag do you think about Lord of The Rings: The rings of power?

Did you watched it? If not, why? If yes, why?

Oooh! A bit of a controversial question, but one that I am happy to finally be asked, so I can give my thoughts and opinions about it. Thank you for the Ask, @estethell!!

My Thoughts on "The Rings of Power"

When I heard a new Tolkien/Middle-earth series was coming out, I was super excited about it. I watched the first two episodes the very evening it came out on Amazon. My excitement was so contagious, I even got my husband (who wouldn't know an elf from a dwarf) to sit down and watch it with me for like 5 whole minutes.

Now, the truth: my initial excitement about the series quickly dropped about four episodes in. The storyline and characterizations just weren't really what I expected (actually, I'm not even sure what my expectations were, except that they were high), and so my interest dwindled in my disappointment.

However, a few weeks later, after all the episodes had been released, I sat back down to finish the series, and my impressions of it improved overall.

I wouldn't say I love Rings of Power, but there are enough things about it that I liked and enjoyed to be able to engage with others who do love it. It's kind of like the folks who didn't like The Hobbit movies, but are able to gush over Lee Pace's Thranduil anyway.

Stuff in Rings of Power that I liked:

Liked BEST: Young Elrond, and the way he was portrayed as such a wise and kind lord by Robert Aramayo (so handsomely elf-y!).

A Close Second: Durin IV and Disa. What a wonderful couple that brought just the right amount of comic relief.

The chance to see Khazad-dum in its glory.

Poppy Proudfellow. We all need a friend like her.

The music/soundtrack, ESPECIALLY the song "This Wandering Day" Poppy sang--I literally cried when she sang it.

Arondir. He was a such sweetheart and I hope he comes back next season.

Adar. The take on orcs being corrupted elves is one I embrace.

Elendil and Isildur. Excellent acting on Lloyd Owen's part, and I liked Maxim Baldry's earnestness.

Halbrand. I'll admit, I wasn't too impressed or happy with the revelation of him as Sauron, but the character alone as it stands was actually very good, and very well portrayed by Charlie Vickers.

Stuff I didn't like so much (so probably don't ask me about them 'cause I prefer not to dwell on critiques):

Short-haired elves. Just not a fan, purely a preference thing.

Galadriel being short. This is petty and minor, but for some reason, even though Morfydd Clark did a fine job, it bugged me to see Galadriel looking UP at mortal men.

Celebrimbor cast as an older man. So sorry, Charles Edwards is a lovely actor, but this was far from what I had in mind for the character.

Eärien. Normally I will give OCs a chance, but I did not like this one. Felt really unnecessary, and the screen time should have been given to Anárion, wherever he might be.

The poor armor design and nerfing of the Numenorean army.

Portrayal of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain. Again, I expected much more.

The origin story of mithril. Such a strange choice.

WAY, WAAAAAAY too much CGI. Why is everything so shiny??

Overall low/poor production value. But honestly, there is never gonna be another production like Peter Jackson's trilogy. It's sad, but filmmakers just don't do that anymore. I hope someone proves me wrong.

I remain conflicted about the following:

The Haladriel ship. I'm a Celeborn fan (I have some lovely HCs about him and his ties to Thranduil), and I ship Galadriel with him. However, the way Halbrand looks at Galadriel just does something to me, so even though I'm not sold, my mind is open to it as an AU. I blame Charlie Vickers being such a charming rogue.

The Elf-Human love story. Arondir and Bronwynn were sweet and convincing, and I did swoon for them, but... this is just so overdone already. Couldn't we have just featured other kinds of relationships?

The revised origin of Gandalf. I kind of get it, and I appreciate the relationship between him and the Hobbit progenitors... but it's kind of also weird.

Halbrand as Sauron. I plan on withholding judgement until I see where they are going with this in Season 2.

Overall Rating and Conclusion:

62% fresh SotWK Tomato Rating

I choose to just be HAPPY and GRATEFUL that we have another cinematic adaptation to the Tolkien fandom, however flawed it might be.

Definitely looking forward to Season 2 and I will definitely watch it.

Positive vibes ONLY, please! I am happy to publicly post and gush with others about the good points of RoP. But I will not have public bashing of things other fans might love and enjoy. I am very against crapping on the things others love, even if I might hate them myself.

If anyone wants to discuss the things I dislike about RoP, we can do it via DM or private Asks.

Everyone has a right to enjoy whatever they want in this show; let's just all respect each others' differences in tastes and opinions! <3

#sotwk answers #rings of power #tolkien #middle earth #rop #rings of power review

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 10 months

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Day 4- Oakenshield: Prince or Thief?

Today's fic was for 'New Plot Bunny' and I'm actually super excited about this one!

Oakenshield: Prince or Thief?

Rating: T

Warning(s): N/A

Ship: Bagginshield

Words: 2229

Summary: Robin Hood AU; Everyone knows the story: After King Thrain took his best warriors, including Crown Prince Thorin, only to be slain by the orc forces in Khazad-dum, his advisor, Lord Smaug, was placed in charge and all the lands of Erebor suffered. Fortunately, rising past the oppressive tyranny was the one and only Oakenshield, to rob from the rich and give to the poor. In reality though…that’s not quite accurate. For one thing, there are actually two beings claiming to be ‘Oakenshield’ with vastly different objectives, and then there’s the small problem of them not being aware of the other until Bilbo comes across a rather interesting Company of dwarves in Mirkwood.

Bilbo plopped himself on a fallen log somewhere on the outskirts of Mirkwood Forest. His hands crossed over his knees, and his eyes glued to the rolling hills of the Shire just to the west while his mind wandered far away. How could everything go so wrong in such a short amount of time? He was almost too exhausted to cry. No, that fled with his anger as the Sheriffs were physically pulling Bilbo away from his home, and his rotten, evil cousin-in-law.

Gandalf plopped down beside him, for once having nothing to say as he pulled out both their pipes. He began to bang them against each other, trying to share the last scrap of pipeweed between the two before lighting the ends and handing Bilbo his own. Bilbo didn’t smoke right away. He was too wrung out for even that pleasure.

“Why did this happen, Gandalf?” He asked, his voice rough and thick.

The old wizard took a deep inhale of smoke before blowing it out into a simple ring. The fact that he didn’t transform it into fantastic shapes said more than enough about the state of things. Bilbo finally allowed himself a smoke of his own, matching the ring with one of his own.

“The King and his son never returned from war.” Gandalf stated simply enough.

Bilbo snorted. “The former dying at the latter’s hand is how I heard it the two days I was invited to stay in their prison.”

Gandalf gave him a soft, apologetic look. “I would have gotten there sooner had I known…”

Bilbo waved him off. It certainly wasn’t Gandalf’s fault that he had fled the Shire the moment after his mother’s funeral to wander the world. It also wasn’t his fault he returned to find his properties claimed by Otho and his snake of a wife, Lobelia. No, Gandalf wasn’t to blame for the state of affairs Bilbo returned home to. Bilbo did blame King Thrain though, for leaving for a war Erebor and its surrounding provinces didn’t want. He blamed Prince Thorin, whether he killed his father or not, for not being able to come home and take care of his people. Mostly, he found himself blaming Lord Smaug. Who took over Erebor in the absence of its monarchy. Who seemed to believe taxes and rewarding the rich was more important than seeing to the basic needs of every citizen. Who stripped a land of justice and moral obligations, turning Bilbo into a criminal overnight just because he had the gall to speak the truth.

“Where do we go from here?” Bilbo asked softly.

“Rivendell is and always has been a sanctuary to those in need, and Lord Elrond would welcome you once more into his halls. Regardless of your…current status.”

Bilbo gave him a fond, but exasperated look. “You seem to forget, my friend, that any status of mine you now share. You can’t break someone out of jail and expect not to be labeled an outlaw as well.”

“Oh, I doubt the Shire Sheriffs were all that interested in keeping you there for the long term. Hobbits I find are remarkably resilient beings, and I think the western reaches of our dear kingdom won’t see the aftereffects of Smaug’s rule until later down the road. The capital, however…they spoke of Smaug employing orcs to be his tax collectors and law enforcement. Dale, Esgaroth, and Erebor will all suffer much greater and much quicker.”

Bilbo felt shivers racing down his spine at the thought of those bloodthirsty beasts being anywhere near civilized society. Gandalf was right. Rivendell was outside the reaches of Erebor, and the elves’ magic kept it protected. He should get out while he still could. He tampered out the last bit of ashes collected at the bottom of his pipe as he stood and gave a large stretch. The sun was just beginning to set, drawing his eyes back to the rolling green hills of his home. It’s not like he had anybody to worry after him, not really anyways. He had neighbors, tenants, cousins he would speak to every once in a while. Nobody would really miss him if he disappeared for good. Did that mean that they deserved such a fate as Otho and Lobelia, carrying out the orders for Lord Smaug?

“We can’t go to Rivendell.” He declared. “I don’t know what I can do besides probably get myself killed, but we can’t leave things like this, Gandalf. It’s wrong.”

The old wizard chuckled before slowly pulling himself up as well. He placed a hand on Bilbo’s shoulders, his eyes twinkling brightly.

“I hope that you never stop ceasing to amaze me. Your courage may be exactly what the kingdom needs reminded of right now.”

Bilbo snorted. “They need a hero. But sure. A couple of outlaws like ourselves, I’m sure we can work up the muscle for a little poetic justice. After all, a hobbit and a wizard? We’ll just have Smaug quaking in his boots.”

“Let the powers to be hear the name Bilbo Baggins and feel true fear!” Gandalf teased him.

Bilbo laughed as he turned and started to trudge his way into the forest. After all, he was granted the title of Elf-Friend. Surely Thranduil would have no objections to him staying for just a little while. Until he could restock on supplies and have a solid idea of where he was going.

“You know I was thinking about that.” Bilbo mentioned. “What if I used an alias? Something the people could chant and might not give away my…hobbitness quite so much.”

“What did you have in mind?” Gandalf asked.

“Well, the symbol of my house is an acorn. I was thinking maybe ‘Oak Something’. Oak Branch? Oak Protector?”

“Oak Shield?” Gandalf offered.

Bilbo curled his lip and scrunched his nose. “Maybe.”

Gandalf laughed. “Bilbo, my boy, I have found when it comes to epithets, you don’t choose them as much as they choose you.”

***

(Eight months later)

Thorin hacked at the undergrowth of the forest aimlessly listening as Nori continued to rattle on about what he heard at the local tavern. It was all the same in his mind. Smaug bleeding Dale and Esgaroth dry. Azog letting his orcs slay any who try to oppose them. Thieves and outlaws becoming more commonplace every day. It was a sting to Thorin’s pride, but given the circumstances, there wasn’t much he could do about it. At least at the moment.

“So then they got off on the subject of ‘Oakenshield’s Company’ and get this! The lot of them have it in their heads that we rob from the rich to give to the poor now. As if we’re not struggling ourselves.”

The rest of the Company burst into laughter.

“Don’t you know lads, it doesn’t take much coin to lead a resistance.” Gloin guffawed.

“Aye! Our swords never chip, and our hammers never splinter.” Dwalin roared.

Thorin couldn’t help smirking at how much enjoyment the Company was getting out of this particular rumor. It never fails that after performing a job, their name gains traction amongst the villages. Using the epithet that Thorin had earned during the War in Khazad-dum, ‘Oakenshield’s Company’ were the only ones left to stand against Smaug’s tyranny. Except on days like today. As far as Thorin was concerned, false accounts kept them safe.

“So we find another orc pack to stop, and everyone’s singing our praises again.” Fili stated.

“Aye! None of this ‘not killing stuff’ either.” Kili tacked on referring to another one of the odd rumors circling about their group.

Thorin smiled at the beaming duo more than grateful he was able to get them out of the castle in time. Dis had known Smaug would see them dead before letting them be a potential threat to his claim to the throne. Dis staying behind to feed him information was still a decision that haunted his every waking moment. Luckily, she seems to be handling herself well, so far.

They were almost back to their makeshift camp for the night when something out of the ordinary began to register with Thorin. Something he hadn’t realized earlier thanks to the Company’s racket. The forest was quiet. Thorin held up his fist, his other hand clinging to Orcist tightly. Everyone stopped, immediately becoming defensive. The oppressive silence weighing heavier now.

“What do you think it is, Thorin?” Balin whispered.

“I don’t know.” He responded. “Feels like an ambush though.”

An arrow whizzed by his ear, landing a solid ‘thunk’ into the tree behind him. Thorin’s eyes darted the direction it came from, catching a shape gliding along the branches. His lip pulled back in a sneer. Elves. Another came from a different direction, and Thorin rolled out of the way of the perceived attack. Only it wasn’t that at all. He spun around at the cries from his Company as a large rope net triggered by the two arrows hoisted them three feet into the air. The tangle of limbs made it nearly impossible for anyone to grab a weapon to spring themselves free. Seeing the tie that held them aloft, Thorin moved to cut them down only to stop at a knife against his throat.

“Decent reflexes, but not enough, Love. Now be a good dwarf and drop your weapon.”

Every muscle in his body tensed at the idea of a surrender, but knowing there was at least one more out there, Thorin let Orcist fall to the ground. The Company watched the exchange in bafflement, and Thorin didn’t quite understand why until the figure moved in front of him. He blinked in surprise, but his attacker remained the same. It wasn’t an elf at all, but a hobbit!

The hobbit smirked as he produced a length of rope already tied into a set of cuffs. He raised an eyebrow, indicating for Thorin to put it on himself. He felt his jaw grind down at the sting to his pride, but could see little else he could do at the moment. He allowed the hobbit to bind his wrists, and due to the knife still at his throat, let the burglar back him all the way up to the nearest tree. The hobbit threw the end of the line up over the branch. Thorin felt it tighten, pulling his wrists over his head, and when he looked up, he saw a blonde elf securing it. Well, at least his instincts proved true about his accomplice. Once the hobbit was certain of Thorin’s helplessness, did he lower his blade.

“Well you are proving to be a very accommodating captive. Do you do this often?”

“You’d be the first who dare attempt it.” Thorin responded.

“Ah.” The hobbit grinned before leaning in to whisper in Thorin’s ear. “I’ll be sure to take it nice and slow then.”

An uncomfortable heat settled on Thorin’s cheeks before traveling south to pool in his stomach. He wasn’t quite sure of the hobbit’s intentions, until he pulled back holding Thorin’s coin purse. The dwarf glared at him as he shook it next to his ear before placing it in a loop on his belt. The hobbit tipped his green hat towards him.

“A pleasure doing business.”

There was a cry from one of the dwarves, and Thorin craned his neck over the hobbit to see there were now two elves, quickly and efficiently relieving his Company of their valuables. The red headed elf had reached towards Ori’s beads though, and before Thorin could make his threats, the hobbit spoke up.

“Not the beads, my friends! After all, we have no need to dishonor these fine dwarves after all their help today.”

“As you say, Oakenshield.” She replied, bowing her head.

Thorin’s jaw dropped, not sure what surprised him the most. The fact that they were actually going to leave them their beads. The fact that this hobbit was their leader. Or the fact that this was the one who's been using his name! The off-the-wall rumors. It was because of this thief.

They finished robbing them, and once the hobbit was satisfied, he turned back to Thorin with a bow.

“If it’s any consolation to you, this will be going to five families with young ones in Dale. Once again, thank you for your cooperation. Please enjoy the rest of your stroll through Mirkwood.”

The hobbit latched onto the blonde elf who joined the red haired one in the trees, and just like that they were gone. Thorin struggled against the bonds holding his wrists when a knife, the very one used to threaten him, went slicing through the air, cutting the rope holding him against the tree. He brought his hands down so he could rub his wrists and ponder the most unorthodox bandits he’s ever met.

“Well that could have been worse.” Bofur exclaimed cheerfully, breaching the silence.

A last arrow sliced through the air to hit the rope holding them up as they collapsed in a pile of groans and complaints. Despite everything that happened, Thorin found a smirk pulling at his lips. No matter how angry he wanted to be, he was actually rather impressed by it all. Rob from the rich to give to the poor. Thorin found himself wanting another meeting with this impersonator, and this time…he’d be ready for him.

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