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IATCOD Chap. 28; Plan in motion

*Author's note*

This was a chapter long in the making due to life getting in the way but I finally got around a week ago to finally get this chapter done. Not a lot of action in this, just some plot settings to get ready for the main action that'll happen the next few chapters. But I hope you all enjoy this chapter no matter what. And yes I had to use the death whistle from Puss in boots the Last wish so credit goes to Dreamworks for that.

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After Cain had returned back to Hela's chambers and told everyone what Druig had suggested, there was silence in the room. Everyone pondering in concern, fear, and denial.

"And you're sure there is no other way?" asked Gandalf.

"It has worked one other time. With Fili and Kili sons of Dis, nephews of Thorin Oakenshield. Hela gave to them the very gauntlets she wears that holds our kins celestial stones. When Sauron took full control over her body, the stones used both their bodies as a host to banish Sauron's spirit from her very body before releasing them."

"Bofur and my uncle Oin did tell me that tale when I was still a lad. Never before had they been both in awe and struck with terror at the sight of what happened that night."

"I too was there when it happened. Never would I have thought that two Dwarves could hold the power of nine Celestial gems and live." Said Legolas recalling that night at Bard's house.

"But Merry still needs time to heal. He's not ready." Proclaimed Pippin worriedly.

"And the raw power of a Celestial's stone is nothing to be trifled with. I have seen what gripping a celestial stone can do." Aragorn said with a distant yet horrified look in his eye as he remembered one incident with some wild men in the North when they came to take out the remaining members of the Dúnedain.

The chief of the wild men had foolishly thought he could take Thena's stone for himself to enhance his weapon's strength and durability. But when he went to take the stone from Hela's gauntlet after ripping it from her arm, his body began to crack and burn like firewood.

His screams sounding like something both unholy and holy at the same time. His eyes became soulless white and gold until his body exploded into a pure light before Hela managed to contain Thena's stone once again.

"How do we not know that the same could happen to Merry if he takes hold of Druig's stone?" continued Aragorn.

"He wouldn't have suggested Merry if he didn't feel some sort of connection to him. Trust me Aragorn, I don't like this either but we are running out of options and out of time." Cain said as thunder rumbled once again and the red lightning began to flash in the sky once more. Cain and Aragorn turned to Merry and Aragorn said to him.

"The choice is yours Merry." Everyone turned to the hobbit who still looked exhausted from his Black breath recovery. Merry slowly stood up, Pippin tried to help but he held his hand out to refuse help. He slowly walked to the center of the room and said to everyone present.

"Since starting this quest back in the borders of the Shire, Pip and I had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. But even then I didn't care, all I wanted was to see Frodo away from the danger. Only to find out that he must bravely face the danger himself to destroy the biggest threat to our home. And Sam, loyal hearted that he is, he willingly without a second thought vowed to go alongside Frodo even if it costs him his own life. Boromir died to save Pippin and I. Without a second thought, he kept bravely fighting until his last breath took hold. I have lost—many of my friends, and thousands-nay millions more all over Middle Earth will suffer if Hela is not awakened. If there is a chance to free her from her curse, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to play my part in saving Middle Earth."

Everyone took to heart of what Merry had to say. He walked back over to Druig's stone and called for him once again. The black onyx stone glew bright until a golden light shot out once again and appearing before him once again was Druig.

"You have made your decision." He spoke down to the young hobbit.

"I have." Replied Merry.

"Then what say you, Meriadoc Brandybuck?" Merry took a deep breath before exhaling through his nose and he said.

"How do we save Hela from herself?" A slight grin came across Druig's face then he told Merry.

"Take my stone within your hand, once you feel the full strength of my power coursing through your body, press the stone to the crown of your head. And we shall become One mind, One body, One soul."

"You both shall become one? But will Merry still be there? Your soul won't overwhelm his?" asked Pippin.

"He has accepted the terms young Peregrin Took." Druig said turning towards the other hobbit. "Time is of the dire most essence now, and we must bring her back now before it is too late." Druig's spirit then shot back into his stone and the glow of the stone faded.

"He's right Pip. If we're going to do this, it has to be now. If Hela is truly dying from this spell, Druig and I need to act now. And we've already lost a day already." Merry and Pippin looked at each other then after a moment of staring at each other, Pippin gave him a nod.

"Pippin, come join us." Cain said as he took out his knife and he slide the blade across his palm. Pippin walked over towards the others who were now starting to huddle on the other side of the room.

Using his blood, Cain drew along the floor a Celestial rune circle to protect everyone within the tower from any Celestial power outbursts. Everyone stood within the circle while Merry stood over the table where Druig's stone rested.

He turned to the others as Cain now began to wrap his wounded palm and he gave the young hobbit a strong nod. Merry nodded to him and took a deep breath as he reached out and took the stone within his bare hand.

As he grasp the stone into his palm, Merry's arm began to slowly crackle open like lava seeping through Mount Doom itself, he fell to his knees in agony as the power of the Mind celestial began coursing through his veins. But he kept a firm grip on the stone as well as holding his enclosed fist with his free hand.

The group watched in despair as Merry was forced to endure this pain alone. Pippin softly whimpered and said.

"We have to make him let it go! He's hurting can't you see he's in such agony!"

"No Pippin, we cannot interfere at this point." Gandalf warned him as he held him back.

"Merry?" cried out Aragorn. Merry continued to grunt and cry in agony.

"Merry talk to us." Cain ordered. As Merry continued to groan and pant in agony he finally spoke up.

"I'm fine. I'm alright." Slowly he raised his enclosed hand as he felt the full power of the Mind Celestial coursing through his entire body. But even with such power coursing through him, it was causing the gem to feel so heavy, he could barely lift his own arm.

However Merry knew he had to do what Druig had told him. Using his free hand, he guided his enclosed fist towards his head and with a cry, he open his palm and pressed the stone into his very head before a flash of light and wave of red energy shot out hitting the barrier but knocking down all the furniture in place. Then Merry fell onto his back with a thud and Druig's gem embedded into his very skin.

"MERRY!" cried Pippin as he ran through the barrier. Everyone crowded over him but Cain warned them.

"Don't move him!" Gimli held Pippin back as both Gandalf and Cain knelt over the unconscious Merry. Cain used his enhanced senses and could hear Merry's heart beating normally. "His heartrate and breathing is normal." Gandalf waved a hand over Merry's face.

"And his spirit is still in-tact." Suddenly Merry's eyes shot open but they glowed the same golden light that Druig produces whenever he used his mind controlling abilities. Cain and Gandalf backed away as did everyone else as Merry now stood up but there was a difference to the way he stood. He looked down at his hands and he said.

"I almost forgotten what it's like to have an actual body."

"Is that you Druig?" asked Cain.

"No, it's Sauron. Of course it's me." He turned over to Pippin and said, "And don't worry Pippin, Merry's still here. I just need to take control when performing the spell. However I do need to request something of you all. Performing this spell, requires my full concentration and power. Both Merry's body and Hela's will be completely defenseless, so someone needs to stand guard over us in case time runs out." They all turned to one another before Haldir spoke up.

"I'll do it." Everyone turned to him and Haldir said as he looked to Cain, "It's what Hela would've done for me." Cain nodded.

"I admire your heart and loyalty to my sweet Hela, but you'll need a better weapon than your own. Take Aeglos and place the tip of the blade to Thena's gemstone. It was once the host of her powers, and should any Deviants come to the tower seeking her or my power, you'll need the power of the Celestial of War to aid you." Druig told him. Haldir nodded then Merry walked over towards Hela.

He stood over the head of the bed and placed his hands on each side of Hela's temples. Golden light emanated from his palms and bounced between his palms and Hela's temples which also began to glow. Soon the small glow from Merry's eyes grew bigger until his whole eyes were nothing but a pure golden light.

"It's happening. Now it's up to him and Merry. The rest of us will continue to get the people down below and prepare for the Deviants as well as the Celestials of Sauron's attack." Said Cain. As the others began to leave the tower leaving Haldir alone, Cain said to him, "Haldir," the march warden turned to him. "Take it from someone who has tasted vengeance for over 2 Ages. When Nergal shows himself, do not engage him alone. You will wait for us to aid you in taking him down, understood?" Haldir turned his head with a narrowed, hateful look in his eyes. "Understood?" Cain asked in a firmer tone.

"Go help the others in getting the people to the lower levels of the city. They've suffered enough at the hands of a leader who could care less about them." Haldir said as he went over and took Aeglos from Hela's side.

Cain turned but had a suspicious look on his face as he left to join the others to help evacuate and prepare Gondor for the oncoming Deviants.

Within Hela's mind, both Druig and Merry walked through a dark chasm with the only light coming from the very floor they walked upon. However the floor itself was a sea of souls glowing a pure blue light.

"Is this really what's inside Hela's mind?"

"We're only at the gate. Everyone has their own unique gateway into their subconscious." explained Druig.

"So what is it that we're looking for?"

"A tree. A very large tree."

"A tree?" asked Merry unsurely.

"Being the Mind Celestial I've come to see that in everyone's mind, no matter the race or species, the gates of their minds hold a very special tree to which I've called them the Tree of Life. Each branch representing a person's memory or thought. It's what makes them the person or creature that they are. And if my hunch is correct, Hela's tree may not look like it once was." As they treaded through the ankle-deep water, Merry began to grow weary of the souls that were moaning and weeping.

"Who are all these people?"

"The souls that had been lost but could not move on. Remember Hela is the bridge between the Seen and the Unseen world. Souls pass through her in order to move onto Mandos' halls, even under this spell they continue to come to her. But they're trapped here until she gives them her blessing."

'You are correct.' A voice spoke up. The boys stopped and Druig stood in front of Merry protectively as a spirit soon raised itself up from the water before taking the shape of King Theoden.

"Theoden King?" Merry gawked.

"Hello Meriadoc." He then turned to Druig and said, "And you must be her twin brother Lord Druig. Hela told me many stories of you and your sister Makkari the Speedster when I was a lad." Druig nodded and Merry said.

"Theoden King, we're looking for Hela's Tree of Life, can you take us to it?"

"I can but I must warn you. The spell that has imprisoned not only us but Hela herself has grown too strong. If you dive too deep into her mind, you too may also suffer the same fate as she."

"That's a risk we have to take. I won't leave here without knowing my sister will be okay." Answered Druig firmly. Theoden's spirit looked at both of them as Merry gave him a strong nod.

"Very well." He faded back into a spirit ball and began the light to guide them through the darkness and towards where they needed to go. Eventually they came upon a grand willow tree that stood nearly as tall as Treebeard himself, but just as Druig had thought, the lush green vines had been dried up and were starting to crumbling.

Within the vines were small thought bubbles that would normally be as bright as bubbles should be, but they were now dimmed and grey with faded memories hazed over.

"This is Hela's Tree of Life?" asked Merry.

"Yes. But it's worse than I imagined it would be." They walked up to the tree as Theoden's voice spoke to them.

'Remember, dive too deep and you too may suffer the same fate as she. Though I do hope you are successful in returning our Hela home. Good luck.' His spirit then dove back into the sea of souls. Merry walked up to the tree and touched the main trunk. He could feel just how malnourished the tree was.

"Any ideas on how we can fix it?"

"It's not up to us, it's up to Hela. Only she can mend her own Tree."

"But how are we going to find her?" Druig walked around Hela's tree until he had found what he'd expect to find. Glowing in a haunting green and black aura of magic was a large mushroom that was attached to one of the roots of Hela's tree. The light pulsating and almost sounding like a heartbeat but what had Druig in awe was the mushroom was showing a vision much like Hela's thought bubbles on the vines of her trees had.

"I think I might have found her." Merry came around and knelt down beside him. The two of them stared at the mirrored image of what looked like a large green pasture (much like the Shire) and Hela was out folding laundry. "You ready for this?"

"Let's do it." Answered Merry. Druig took his hand and together with their free hands, they reach out and touched the mushroom all while their eyes glowed a pure gold. The second they touched the mushroom, the black and green aura shot out like lighting trying to fend off Druig's and Merry's touch. Both the Celestial and the Hobbit groaned and cried out in pain but they kept a firm hold on the mushroom. Until they were encompassed by the green light.

"Merry? Merry! Wake up!" Merry's eyes shot open and he saw Druig kneeling over him. "Easy there halfling." Merry held his head in pain as he let out a small groan.

"What happened?"

"We got absorbed by the curse and sent into this false world. I must say I'm impressed by your mental stamina, any normal person would've crumbled by now. Think there might be a future for you being a Mind Celestial." Druig held his hand and helped Merry onto his feet.

"Hela once said I would make a clever one."

"And for myself I can see why she said that." Merry gave a slight smile before asking.

"Now that we're here, how do we find Hela? This place is nearly as big as the Shire."

"We just start walking. Hopefully we'll come across her. And we may just find out just what exactly this curse is doing to her." The two then proceeded to walk once again onward this time through the peaceful green pastures.

Back in the real world, Cain was standing along the very edge of the city where Denethor had leapt to his death. He could sense the very change in the air from the darkened clouds, the difference in the lightning and the very air seemed denser as if a dark spell had once again been placed over all of Middle Earth.

"We've gotten the last of the civilians gathered in the lower caves. And Faramir and Gandalf finally managed to work out the protection spell Hela had made for the city. It should be up later tonight." Aragorn said behind him.

"With all that Denethor allowed to happen, this city doesn't need to suffer twice at the hands of a bigger threat than orcs, trolls and wargs." Said Cain. Aragorn stood beside him and said.

"They'll find a way to bring her back."

"It's not bringing Hela back that I'm worried about." One look on Cain's somber face and Aragorn knew what he meant.

"You fear for Haldir's mental state at losing Hela."

"Grief—is a powerful feeling. Especially if it's fueled by rage. I may not be able to physically see his eyes but I can sense his heartbeat. His deep, sharp breaths through his nose, and the anxious ticks he's now been having at the tips of his hands, especially since he took hold of Aeglos."

"You fear he might turn into what you became." Cain solemnly let out a deep sigh. Aragorn placed a hand to Cain's shoulder and he told him, "He may not know it now, but he'll need your guidance before the end. Who better to understand what he's going through, if you can find the way, he will too before the end."

"I hope so Aragorn, I really hope so." Aragorn turned and headed back inside the palace leaving Cain to stand alone once again. However Cain felt a dark presence behind him and he withdrew his axe and his blade soon met with another and a voice said to him.

"You can even sense Death coming for you. Impressive."

"Deimos." The two of them uncrossed their crossed their weapons. "Why are you here?" Cain sneered lowly in the tone he's always used for those who were impure of heart.

"Apologizes for interrupting your little brotherly love session with Isildur's heir, but I had to come see for myself what wasteful plan you all have tried to come up with to save yourselves." Deimos chuckled sinisterly.

"You underestimate them. Even in their darkest hours, until there is no hope remaining, the Fellowship and the people of Gondor will continue to fight till their last breath."

"It's a waste. You cannot save them from the inevitable. Without Hela's power, the Deviants will take each race of Middle Earth, one by one until all is nothing but shadow and stone."

"And what do you three get out of all this in the end? If all is meant to be shadow and stone, what will you and your brothers do?"

"What Perses and Nergal want is up to them. I, however, have a different score to settle." Cain heard as Deimos unsheathed his second sickle. "As I'm sure you're aware, each Celestial while cut from the same cloth based on one's powers, there are the Celestials gifted with sub-level powers. A power solely focused to one main power."

"Yes. Like those celestials who could only control one element, or be able to see into the future."

"Hela had her time to be the high Celestial of Death, but she missed the whole point of her existence entirely."

"How so? By teaching that death shouldn't be feared? That it is another path to the next life."

"That! That right there!" Deimos snarled in distain. "You actually believe that death is a merciful, that it's something to be fully embraced and accepted like how you view Life. No, no, no. Death should be feared, uncertain, and permanent." He emphasized on the word permanent as Cain could feel his red eyes cutting right through him.

"You've come for me." Cain realized.

"Now you're catching on." Deimos then began to circle around Cain like a predator, eyeing him as he continued, "When you were brought back by the desperation of your brother Ikaris, you didn't value what he had given you. And while I find the very idea of resurrections and reincarnations absurd, what I loathe more than anything in this world are those who think they can cheat Death."

"As you said, it wasn't my choice to be brought back to life."

"You don't think I don't know how throughout the first 100 years of your banishment you tried to end your own life? And yet with each time, you survived."

Cain's heartbeat escalated, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, a cold chill ran up his entire body. He could hear the blades of Deimos' sickles cut across the cobbled stone beneath them.

"But here's how we can rectify all of this. When the time's right, I will come for you, and you and I shall face off in a duel to the death. See who truly has the blessing of the Valor on their side. You do that, and I swear to not harm a single hair on anyone else's heads."

"You really think I'll trust you to do that? After the way you beat Haldir and Hela nearly to death."

"A mere demonstration for what I have in stored for you. They were just so I could get to you. You agree to fight me, and death will only come for you." Deimos then let out a soft yet haunting whistle and when Cain turned around, he could sense that Deimos was gone, only hearing the brief whistle before it too was silenced.

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Almost as if he had been strung up on strings, he collapsed to his knees, his heart still racing in such fear that he only felt when he came before the Nine Nazgul.

In Hela's mind, Merry and Druig continued walking along the grassy over hills until they came to a quaint little cabin. To Merry it almost resembled Frodo and Bilbo's home of Bag-end with a similar green circular door but it was a big-people sized home.

It had a small front deck with a porch swing, and the front yard was covered with wild flowers. A gazebo that looked exactly like the one in Lothlorien stood at the side of the cabin.

"Is this what Hela dreams about?" asked Merry.

"She was never one for riches or grand castles. When we were children, she always said she'd get herself a cabin and plant wild flowers as far as the eye could see." Said Druig. "But even so, this is still a prison so don't get swept by whatever you see. Remember Theoden's warning." Merry nodded as the two of them soon heard the sound of arrows being twanged from an bow around back. They heard the arrow hit a target so they came around to see someone who looked like Haldir doing some target practice.

Instead of the normal Marchwarden uniform or even armor, he donned on a simple dark green tunic and grey trousers. Haldir notched another arrow into his bow and released it and it split the arrow that was already in the target.

"Can he see us?" Merry quietly asked.

"No. This is an illusion, they usually can't see nor hear us."

"Even if this were an illusion, we Elves can hear the flutter of a humming bird's wings 10 leagues away." Haldir actually responded to them. He turned towards them and greeted with a warm smile and a bow of his head, "Welcome Merry, and back already Druig? It's not even been 20 minutes since you left." Merry looked up at Druig worriedly. While Druig's eyes expressed shock, he turned to Merry and told him telepathically.

'Just follow my lead.' Druig cleared his throat and said, "Well you know how it is. Big brothers and all, can't leave you two alone for one second."

"Even after all this time we've been married, you still can't trust us alone. Though I can understand, being an older brother myself. What can I do you both for?"

"We're actually here for Hela. Is she in the cabin?" Merry asked the Haldir illusion.

"Unfortunately you won't find her in the cabin. At this time of the day she's down at the farm just over that hill. What do you want with her?" there was a hint of suspicion to this fake Haldir's tone but Druig plainly said.

"Just received a message from Keoghan about the Midsummer's ball tonight. Apparently Kingo once again burned the cake and they need Hela's help since she is the best baker out of all our kinsman."

"Very well. But I must warn you, one of the cows just recently gave birth. She'll be on the fight if you anywhere near her pen."

"Thanks for the heads up Haldir. Good day." The two of them bowed to Haldir the Mind Celestial bow before heading over the hill where Haldir said the farm was at. "Tell me you caught the way he got suspicious on why we needed Hela."

"I did. There was also something in his eyes that gleamed the same color as the spell that shot out around us when we touched that mushroom on her Tree."

"You are indeed a clever hobbit Master Merry." They soon came up and looked down at a large farm. With large shire horses running freely around the wooded area in the back, large mountain dogs helping log around eggs, crates of apples and corn, and ducks and chickens waddling about the farm grounds.

As they walked through the farm grounds, they heard soft humming coming from the stables. They slowly walked in and soon found Hela brushing a white stallion's mane humming softly.

"Hela?" Merry called out to her. She jumped and smiled.

"Merry, this is a surprise. I wasn't expecting you till next month for Pippin's birthday. And Druig, back so soon. Let me guess, you thought Haldir and I were having another sweet rendezvous at the gazebo that you walked in on just shortly after we began courting." At that openly suggestive statement, Druig's cheeks went red as he said.

"No but thank you for that unholy image that is now seared into my brain." Hela giggled and said as she stroked the stallion's nose. "So what brings you both here?"

Merry turned to Druig wondering if they should break it to her now since looking at her, it seemed like they had found the real Hela. Druig was torn because the last time he had seen his sister this happy was when they were children. After Sauron came fully into power by the time the three of them came of age, Hela always held such a burden on her shoulders. Like the weight of the world fell on top of her weighing her down and taking her innocence away bit by bit until all that was left was a hollowed shell.

Here she seemed—happy, relieved even. No wonder why she's refused to awaken from such a dream. But he knew she had to, but they had to approach it delicately at first.

"Keoghan reached out to me halfway on my journey telling me that Kingo burnt the cake for the midsummer's ball again." Hela let out a sigh and shook her head.

"That Kingo, he can put on a show with Sprite but when it comes to drawing or cooking, he's hopeless. And I thought Apollo had banished him from the kitchen?"

"He did, and that banishment is still in affect but you know how Kingo is."

"He always finds a way." Both he and Hela said together. "Sorry Snowmane, afraid this grooming session's gonna have to be cut short." Snowmane huffed and let out a shocked whinny. "Don't blame me, if I don't go stop Kingo, he could blow the whole castle up." she got out of Snowmane's stable and walked pass Druig and Merry. "C'mon, we better get a move on. I'll have to tell Haldir first of where I'll be heading."

"Actually we just told him that before we came to find you." Merry said.

"Oh well okay then. That's one less thing to worry about." As they stepped out, Hela raised up her fingers and let out a sharp, loud whistle that almost resembled an eagle's scream. They waited for a bit until finally a real eagle's cry was heard and swooping down was Hela's great eagle Icarus. "Hey Icarus, think you can carry Merry to the palace?" he let out a soft trill before lowering himself down for Merry to climb on.

Druig nudged the hobbit forward and Merry raced up and with Hela's help, mounted on top of the great eagle.

"But what about you?" asked Druig.

"Why would I need Icarus to fly?" Hela's normal dress soon morphed into the Starlight Celestial armor. "Being born a Starlight Celestial, I never need aid in flying again." As Hela shot up onto the air like a shooting star, Merry and Druig looked at each other worriedly before Icarus soon took off following behind his mother and Druig used his levitating powers to fly right beside Merry and Icarus.

Another night was passing even through the dark, thunderous clouds that covered all of Middle Earth. Gandalf, Aragorn and Cain all stood along the balcony near the throne room as Cain said.

"One more day to go, and the Deviants will return to Middle Earth."

"Any word of Merry and Druig's progress?" asked Aragorn.

"I had just met with Haldir, no changes." Gandalf replied solemnly. "I know Merry is strong and Druig is powerful but I fear they may not bring our Celestial of Death back in time."

"We still have time." Aragorn stated. "All we can do now is give Merry and Druig the aid they need. We've coded the protection spell, the second we see those demons appear, we activate the spell."

"It won't just be the Deviants we'll need to worry about. Nergal, Perses and Deimos will also need to be stopped. I fear their goals are more than just what Sauron had intended for them. And if they try to stop Merry and Druig from helping Hela, Varda help us all." Cain said as thunder once again rumbled in the sky and red lightning flashed in the sky.

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bilbo-baggins-is-a-fcking-vibe · 1 year

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no, why would I be considering writing a AU where pippin has a twin sister and she comes on the journey too and gandalf fucking hates it because why would he enjoy double pippin when I'm already writing a aragorn x boromir fic and a lotr chatfic

that's insane I can't write that many fics at once

#lotr #lotr shitpost #aragorn x boromir #gandalf #pippin took #fool of a took #lotr fanfic #lotr oc #fic writing problems #swags says a thing

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autistook · 1 month

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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

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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the-kcm-muggleborn · 10 days

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Kind For You

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

O/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson x Ominis Gaunt ✨️platonic✨️ (My OC)

Warnings: Slight swearing shit, talks of dead parents

word count: 1979

Chapter 2

Part 4

“Ready for Potions?” Sebastian beamed

“I think so,” Edwart said with a small smile “I can't go deaf twice in one day can I?”

Sebastian chuckled. “You never know.”

They went inside and took their assigned seats. Ominis, Sebastian and a Slytherin girl Edwart didn't know were sharing a table. Then the chatter quoted down as a man's voice resonated loudly but firmly through the classroom.

“Potions is one of the most challenging and hazardous subjects taught at this school. As fifth--years, you will be required to reach new heights of both discipline and intellect.”

“Damn.” Edwart thought. “He looks rough”

“Potions is one of the most challenging and hazardous subjects taught at this school. As fifth--years, you will be required to reach new heights of both discipline and intellect. You will begin this term by brewing a Wiggenweld Potion.

Mister Takkar would you?”

“Yes, Professor Sharp.” A Ravenclaw student Edwart has never seen explained how Wiggenweld Potion can heal injuries

“It can heal some injuries, but not all. Points for Ravenclaw.” Professor Sharp stated satisfied

“Before today's class is completed. each of you will have brewed a Wiggenweld Potion of your own. You never know when you might need it. Please begin”

“Please be meticulous when adding powder to your potions. One errant sneeze would be disastrous.”

As Professor Sharp explained in the background, Edwart knew exactly what to do and before he knew it he was finished and Sharp was standing behind his back checking his progress.

“Hmm. Not an easy potion to brew. And you've done it quite quickly but well enough. Well done.”

“Thank you, Professor,” Edwart answered flatly.

“From what I hear of your recent exploits in Hogsmeade” Edwart felt himself cringe at that mention “You'd also do well to practise brewing the defensive Edurus potion. I know Professor Weasley had you acquire the recipe from J. Pippin's. So for the moment, you can find the ingredients you need in my office -”

“Thank you, Professor,” Edwart answered

“- but in the future, you'll be expected to provide your own ingredients. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Come and see me when you've finished brewing. and we'll see if it was skill or luck the first time around.”

Edwart headed forward to Sharp's office but was immediately pulled back by a redheaded Gryffindor. “Did I hear Professor Sharp say that you have permission to go into his office?” He said with a low voice.

“Yes.”Edwart looked at him suspiciously “But why does that matter to you?”

“Brilliant! And it matters because you can be a part of something truly creative.”

“What the-” Edwart thought unconvinced and a bit confused.

“I'm Garreth by the way. Garreth Weasley. Bit a prodigy with potions, if I do say so myself.”

“Edwart. Wait. Are you related to Professor Weasley?”

“She's my aunt. Keeps too close an eye on me for comfort. Ugh” He exhaled grumpily but then his smile quickly returned.“But she can't be everywhere. Listen, anyone with a troll-sized brain can brew an Edurus Potion. I'm working on something that's certain to be spectacular. ”

“If it's so easy why don't you go off and brew it,” Edwart asked hoping Garreth would get the hint, knowing what he was about to ask him.

“As I've said I want to do something spectacular. I'm just missing one tiny, last ingredient that will add that extra spark.” Garreth added with enthusiasm.

“Mhm and?” Edwart knew exactly what this student was about to ask him. To swipe something from Sharp's office.

“And” Garreth continued as his smile subsided “I simply need a single Fwooper feather. As you'll already be in Sharp's office with his permission, perhaps you could grab it for me”

Edwart frowned his eyebrows then he answered flatly: “No.”

Edwart was about to go into Sharp’seats office when Garreth stopped him by lightly grabbing his wrist and continued trying to persuade the new student.” Come on! Please? It’s not that valuable. Sharp won't even miss it”

Edwart, now annoyed with Garreth's obnoxious behaviour, answered his persuasion as politely as he could knowing there were students around them “Garreth. I said no. Leave this alone and don't touch me!”

Garreth let go of Edwart and clearly discouraged said quietly: “I understand. I’ll sort something else out.” and with that, he went back to his station.

Edwart gathered Ashwinder Eggs and a bit of Dark Mongrel's Fur and returned to his station between Ominis and another Slytherin Girl who was busy reading a textbook.

“What did Garreth want you for?” Ominis asked with a lifted eyebrow.

“Wanted me to steal from Sharp's office” Edwart answered annoyed “he wasn't even quiet about it.”

Ominis chuckled “Typical. He's always creating entertainment in potions.”

“He's almost as annoying as Sebastian, the first time I met him. Loud mouthed. Except Sebastian didn't grab me.”

Ominis turned his head towards Edwart’s voice with visible confusion “He grabbed you? Well, that's…odd.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Edwart answered, going back to making his Endurus potion.

“My Wiggenweld is utter rubbish.” Ominis said under his breath with a grimace “Wish I could just replace it with one from J.Pippins”

Edwart was about to speak but then quite abruptly and suddenly something blew up behind Edwarts' back and Ominis's side.

“Ugh! Garreth!” Somebody raised his voice and other students around him groaned loudly.

“Dragon-dung! What happened?” Garreth asked himself confusedly.

Professor Sharp signed heavily and said: “What now? Mister Weasley?”

“Sorry, Professor,” Garreth said with a scowl

“That'll be points from Gryffindor. Again and of course Mister Weasley detention for an hour.” Professor Sharp stated not taking his eyes off the paper he was working on. “Mister Thompson. If you are finished with your potion, please come to me”

Edwart walked with his bottled potion towards Professor Sharp's desk. “I've finished the potion, Professor.”

“Glad you managed to stay on task. Not every class is so eventful. I saw Mr Weasley speaking with you earlier. He can be quite persuasive. Glad you managed to resist.”

“He's more annoying than persuasive,” Edwart said under his breath.

“I confess I was sceptical. given the advanced nature of this class, and the fact you're a new student.” Sharp continued “You've managed to meet my high expectations. A rare occurrence. And you'd do well to remember that you're not a Potions master quite yet.”

“Yes, Professor” Edwart stated, “Thank you.”

“If you have the time. I would appreciate it if you could assist Mister Gaunt with his potion. He’s a bright student with slight issues.”

“I am aware. I will help him.” Edwart nodded.

“Great. I think we all had enough exciting events for today. Class dismissed.”

As everybody started leaving Edwart turned to Ominis.

“Would you like some assistance? I can help and tutor you in potions?” Edwart asked carefully, trying not to make Ominis uncomfortable.

“I-” Ominis started but was interrupted by Sebastian “Ominis, you're coming?”

Ominis took a second and answered. “No thank you, Sebastian. I'll stay behind and work on my potion assignment.”

Sebastian shrugged and left the classroom.

“Alright let me take a look at your potion.” Edwart started quietly. “Hmm… I think You add too much Horklump juice. And I can see the dittany floating; it wasn't cut properly…”

“I am dreadful in Potions…” Ominis stated with a grimace.

“I don't think you are. Those are small mistakes, easily fixable. Here.” Edwart gave Ominis a few dittany leaves “Show me how you cut it.”

Ominis silently started cutting his leaves and Edwart quickly noted he was cutting them diagonally.

“You have to cut it straight along the leaf's ridge in strips and make them small enough to then be able to crush it with a mortar.”

Ominis did as he was instructed and it did crush more easily.

“Then the Horklump juice. You have to add a few drops, stop, mix and then repeat but I think there is an easier way for you.”

“What do you mean?” Ominis asked confused.

“Let me show you” Edwart stopped for a second and kept on explaining how there are other methods that could be easier for Ominis. After a longer while of practice and patient explanation. Ominis finally got his potion right and understood what Edwart was trying to explain to him.

“Did it work? Is it good?” Ominis asked a little unconvinced.

“It’s perfect,” Edwart stated with a smile. “Really. You are not bad at potions Ominis. You just needed a different approach.”

“All thanks to you. I appreciate it.” Ominis replied with gratitude.

“No problem. Maybe we should start heading for the feast?” Edwart asked and Ominis agreed as they started walking towards the Great Hall.

Edwart started talking “The least I could do for you after getting Sebastian out of trouble. That one was my fault. I had to get into the restricted section but I didn't want to get him into trouble. Sounds like he doesn't have an easy situation at home, to be honest. Didn't want to add to it.” Edwart spoke as honestly as he could. Ominis seemed to be trustworthy. A person similar to Edwart, someone who's been through a lot…

“Don’t think like that. Sebastian sneaks into the restricted section and gets caught every other week even before Anne got cursed.”

Edwart looked at Ominis with big eyes for a second; he had no idea she was cursed. “Shit. I'm sorry I bet you were close with her too.”

“Still am,” Ominis smiled. “Anne lives in Felcroft with their Uncle. Even though she's sick, she's a bright mischievous girl.”

“Sounds like spending so much time in Hogwarts makes you a new family doesn't it?” Edwart grinned a bit.

“Oh definitely. Especially if your true family is not someone you want to spend time with.” Ominis said with a grimace.

“I'm sorry, you have one like that.” Edwart deduced and gave Ominis a comforting smile even though he couldn't see it.

“That's okay. I have everything I need here. My family is cruel and my family name is poisoned. But in Hogwarts, I had one of the best memories ever. What about you?” Ominis suddenly focused all his attention on Edwart which caught him off guard. “Any mean family you have?”

Edwart didn't know why. But the difference between almost identical questions asked by Sebastian and Ominis was crazy. Sebastian made Edwart feel uncomfortable and almost invading. But Ominis’ question made Edwart feel comforted like he could tell him any secret and feel safe with it. So for once after some time spent in Hogwarts, he finally decided to open a bit more.

“I don't know what Sebastian told you about me. But I wasn't exactly truthful when he asked me almost the same question” Edwart looked to the ground as they kept walking. “I told Sebastian I never met my folks and I wish for that information to be the one people hear.”

“I understand” Ominis replied “I know Sebastian may not seem like it. But he is trustworthy. Either way, anything you tell me. I shall not tell a soul”

“Thank you.” Edwart smiled with gratitude. “I’ve met my parents alright. I was raised on a farm on the Welsh coast. I don't want to get into details either way, my parents are dead and Professor Fig saved me and turned my life upside down within one summer.” Edwart was a bit afraid to look at Ominis but luckily, he was not met with pity. Just compassion.

“I understand. No need to say anything you feel uncomfortable with.” Ominis said with a small smile “It must be tough on you.”

Edwart scowled a bit.

“Sometimes. But It's getting easier every day. I see Hogwarts has that effect.”

“That is true.” Ominis chuckled, “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

“I think it was time I told someone. At least a little bit. ” Edwart smiled sincerely…

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Thank you so much for reading Part 4. Ah! Potions! Garreth Weasley being explosive, Ominis Gaunt being a sweetheart and Edwart Thompson being rough as usually! or maybe not... Finally you get some of Edwart's backstory but more to come! I wanted to add more photos but I'm also trying to make it feel natural. Thank you for reading this extra long part more coming soon.

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tigerlyla-of-metinna · 1 year

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A Painting of You (Chapter 23)

The final chapter: Fireworks and Farewells

Emhyr x OC, F/M, Complete Work (finally!) Morvran Voorhis, Mererid, Peter Evertsen, Cinderella-ish, Forbidden Romance, Gardening,(I should put in more tags in the future)

Summary:

Sarah bids farewell and finally breaks this news to Emhyr. He did not take this well and makes an attempt to change her decision.

Notes:

This is the final chapter of A Painting of You. Took me several re-writes and re-reads... and more re-writing. I recommend listening to FF7 Interrupted by Fireworks OST when reading the balcony scene. Helps with feeling the mood of the story. Also the golden dragon firework is inspired by the movie, Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring scene where the biggest firework is actually the dragon! The one Merry and Pippin stole.

The cool night breeze made Sarah’s skin tingle, ruffling her hair. She and Emhyr stood against the curved stone balustrade, waiting for the fireworks to start. Thankfully, the night was clear and stars dotted the sky. Not to be outdone by the stars, the moon shone brightly. A full moon.

The damn moon. Damn beacon! He must never know its existence.

Sarah leaned forward, placing her hands on the balustrades cold marble surface while ferreting how to best convey her departure. The wind carried the voices from the nobles below: Sarah couldn’t make out their conversations but from the sound of their laughter, they were excited and impatient for the fireworks to start.

She glanced at Emhyr with her eyes only. He was looking imperiously at the milling nobles on the garden square. The moonlight painted his skin with an ethereal pale blue light while shadows are formed by the angles of his face, giving the emperor an impressive chiseled appearance. Another detail to take note and- eventually- forget. Another jab to her heart.

Her attention settled on his bandaged hand and saw it was tied rather tight. Who did such a shoddy job? Sarah opened her hands.

“May I?”

“Hm?” Emhyr hesitated briefly before he allowed her to take his hand. Her slightly crimson-colored lips twisted in disapproval as she undid the knot on the back of his hand and unraveled the bandage. There was a bit of blood and a darkish brown tincture- iodine by the smell- staining the cloth. His wound, no bigger than her thumb, thankfully, no longer bled. Sarah left three inches of one end of the bandage dangling before winding the rest, then tied both ends.

“Flex your hand, sire. Make a fist. Does it feel comfortable? Even wounds need to breathe.”

“Thank you, Sarah. It does feel much better. Makes me regret not having you as my personal physician.”

Sarah’s cheeks reddened at the compliment. She took hold of his hand once more for a final inspection of her handiwork and noticed the scar from long ago. Her thumb grazed it, feeling the raised skin. “Amazing” she murmured. “It’s almost gone. Like the wound was never there.”

She did not notice Emhyr’s reaction to her touch- a short ragged breath. Emhyr turned his face away and something else caught his attention.

“Look over there, Sarah. Our tree is glowing.”

Indeed, even at this distance, she could see the ethereal glow of the Brokilon orchids.

Our tree

Another jab. The beacon was so close to being discovered that night. How many more painful reminders can she take?

A heaviness sat on her chest. Sarah, once more, assessed her decision for leaving. Hiding the beacon was the foremost reason. But lately, it was overtaken by an emotion rising when he is present. An emotion she still refuses to call by its true name, making each day a torment: the daydreaming, the pining, the ache in the knowledge that she could never do to him what his lovers could.

The voice of reason spoke within.

If you are so determined to go through with your plans, then stop pussyfooting around! You are just prolonging your agony!

“Sarah?”

“Huh?”

“What troubles you? Is the celebration not to your liking?”

She forced herself to smile. It felt like having two weights dangling on the corners of her lips. “I haven’t been to a soiree in ages, sire. It is, by far, the best I’ve attended. And thank you…for making my last a night to remember.”

#emhyr var emreis #emhyr x oc #witcher fanfic #witcher fanfiction #fanfiction #witcher ao3 #read on ao3 #fic update

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tryskomys · 2 years

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PSYCHO KILLER

Eddie Munson x OC

Chapter 5 - In my time of dying

Summary: Maia’s surprise for Eddie sparks a mischievous need to assert his dominance over her. He accidentally ends up punishing himself as well though. Love is hard, man.

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Notes: well…this is for you horny girlies out there, i know you’re lurking somewhere. this is as raunchy as it gets with me, so i hope you enjoy it! this chapter can also be read as a one-shot, so if anyone bumps into this without context, it’s just fine❤️

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When Eddie entered the theatre room, Maia was already sitting on one of the chairs that were neatly set around the table, lost in her character notebook, making sure all her spell slots and stats are up to date. She had her secondhand Walkman on, wildly nodding to the rythm of Led Zeppelin loudly boosting her mood for the fantasy adventure. She wanted to surprise him, so she dipped from the shift a bit early to get some snacks in advance, prepare the atmospheric lights and light all the candles around the room. Robin and Steve pushed her out of the door, actually.

Maia knew Eddie always arrived an hour prior to the rest of them to make the magic happen so everyone (and especially the kids) had the full ethereal experience of The Lair from the moment they enter. Eddie slipped past the door with a beaming grin and crept up on her from the behind, bending and leveling his head next to hers. He put his hands on her shoulders.

“BOO!”

She immediately jumped in her chair, ripped her headphones off and snapped her head in the direction of the noise, holding her pencil like a piercing weapon. Eddie raised his hands in defense, giggling like a little kid. Maia sighed with relief and widened her eyes at him and while she recovered from the scare, she realized he’s not moving, their faces inches apart.

He smelled so…good. The pine-scented cologne flodded her senses. She wasn’t as familiar with it, not noticing it often. It was just faint enough to be experienced only in close proximity. Now it was mixing with…some sort of mint shampoo? And his favourite cinnamon chewing gum. She felt like she couldn’t breathe out, wanting to keep the scent in her nose for as long as possible. He just darted around her features, her lips…she looked so soft up close. Her cheeks must feel so, so soft.

“You fool of a Took.” he whispered, grinning and then finally got up. That was when she finally exhaled, still in shock.

“Blasting the lords of thunder in your ears when you’re all alone in a satanic lair? You must have a death wish, Pippin.” he opened his arms with a dramatic swing and chuckled.

Maia laughed and put a hand on her chest, coughing and seemingly out of breath.

“Fucking hell Munson, you’re gonna be the death of me, you wanker.” she exhaled and shook her head, chuckling again. He put hands on his hips, looking around the room.

“Likewise.” he grinned. “I mean, what’s all this?” he motioned towards the chairs and the candles. She shrugged.

“Well, I thought I’d be a little helpful today, so you wouldn’t have to do it all by yourself like always…you know, maybe you could go a bit easy on me today as a reward?” she batted her eyelashes at him and laughed, obviously joking. He gasped.

“No fucking way, you dirty minx.”

She shivered at the nickname. He folded his arms and sighed, trying to look like he’s thinking hard about something.

“What should I do with you, my little halfling?” he scratched his chin and started pacing around the table.

Maia stared at him, clearly confused if he really took it personally. He then stopped right next to her and met her eyes, bending on her level again, this time with more space between them.

“I’m quite dissapointed, I thought you were more experienced than this. You broke an essential rule of the Hellfire Club.”

She raised her eyebrows. She could feel his thoughts just racing through his brain.

“Don’t you dare, Munson.”

“I haven’t said anything yet.”

“But you will, you sneaky bastard.”

He chuckled, stood up and continued pacing with folded arms.

“You know which rule I mean though, is that right, halfling? No one is to enter The Lair unless the dungeon master explicitly allows it.”

“You just made that shite up.” she shook her head, biting her lip to stop herself from grinning. He squinted at her and smiled mischievously.

“I’m the boss around here, halfling.”

He walked around the room towards a small cabinet, looking for something. Maia pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. What a drama queen. When he turned around, he was holding handcuffs. Her eyes almost popped out of her head as she flew up from the chair and backed away from his looming stature.

“No fucking way, do not go anywhere near me with these. Why the fuck are they here anyway???” she raised a finger at him menacingly, puffing her chest as much as she could to seem taller, but his smirk just grew wider with every step, backing her all the way to the stage where she bumped her legs on the corner and almost fell back. She frowned at him when she gained stability, but he was already caging her.

“Don’t you dare Munson. I’ll strangle your pretty face in your sleep and cut your hair off, you prick.”

He just scoffed and scooped her over his shoulder without much effort, making her screech worse than Tammy Thompson.

Banging her fists on his back and kicking him with her dirty Docs didn’t phase him at all, he just walked towards a school desk near the corner of the room, grabbing a chair with his free hand on the way. He put the chair down, placing it so it faced the wall and the back was to the playing table. He put her down and turned her around in one swift move, sat her on the chair and cuffed her wrists with the handcuffs behind the chair so she couldn’t turn around. When he walked around and leaned his elbows on the desk, she just stared at him with wide eyes and mouth gaping, completely at a loss of words.

“I have to prepare my shit and you aren’t allowed to see it, for obvious reasons, sooo,” he shrugged and smirked, “…you’re on timeout.”

“WHAT THE FUCK??? UNCUFF ME RIGHT NOW YOU CRAZY PIECE OF SHIT!” she screamed in his face, her cheeks inventing a whole new shade of red.

“YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK AND I’M THE ONE ON TIMEOUT?”

He just smirked and sighed.

“As I said, fool of a Took.” he shrugged and walked away with a chuckle, leaving her squirming and twisting, trying to move around to scold him.

“Sorry halfling, rules.” he called over his shoulder, sat on his throne and started checking his notes.

“You can’t be serious you prick, aren’t you a bit scared that the kids are gonna walk in and see me here like this while your pathetic ass sits on that ridiculous throne?” she spat over her shoulder, not getting the slightest look at him. He let out a low hum, while messing with something that sounded like cardboard. His DM screen, she deduced.

“Well, that’s the point, you’re an example, my dear Pippin.”

She sighed, cursing her body for sending a jolt through her legs, originating in the damned knot inside her chest.

“I’d stop squirming if I were you, I suspect you don’t wanna come home to your old man with bruises on your wrists.” he mumbled with seemingly no emotion.

Maia widened her eyes and sank into the chair. She decided that the best thing to do would be to give him the silent treatment. He’ll pay for this…some day…one day.

She was such a sweetheart for wanting to help him. It blew him away, to enter the room and see it prepared in all its glory for the first time. It really was a magical place to him and now he saw it through the eyes of the rest of the group. Too bad he was in a playful mood tonight, hyped from the campaign and from her surprise. Too bad he was pissed off at Lucas for ditching the group. Too bad for her. But he didn’t hide his yearning stares now, she couldn’t see him after all. The best idea I had in a while, he thought to himself.

The silence went on, the time dragged…he kept flickering between her slumped posture and his notes, cracking open a can of Mountain Dew and pouring it in his metal goblet.

“I hope you choke on it.” she stated without a hint of emotion.

He just silently smirked, opening his box of handpainted figurines of various sizes and laid them out behind his screen. He put the box down and swirled the drink around a bit, looking at her. He gulped the sickly sweet liquid down his throat, grimacing and feeling a bit sick from it. He was also a bit sickened by his own thoughts at the moment, his cheeks sporting the same shade of red Maia was wearing when he cuffed her. Get it together, you freak.

“I can feel you staring, you horny prick. Stop.”

He widened his eyes for a second and cleared his throat. Maia could hear some shuffling around, she rolled her eyes and sighed. The red finally started to fade. Then he was suddenly crouching behind her as if he teleported, his face right next to hers, almost cheek to cheek. Nevermind, the red is back. She didn’t dare to move.

“I can feel you staring too.” he whispered, his breath on her neck sending a shiver through her whole body. She swallowed hard, mouth completely dry, so she attempted to lick her lips. His turn to shiver.

“I’m not even able to stare, I’m turned around, you dickhead.” she said softly, almost whispering too, as if any loud noise would scare him away.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still staring, halfling.” he weakly let out, almost breathless.

One of them, both unsure who, moved an inch closer and their cheeks touched, just like a feather falling in the grass. They shakily exhaled in sync at the contact, staring at the wall in front of them. Eddie raised his shivering hand, ghosting his index finger over her exposed forearms, up and down. Her breath hitched in her throat at the surprising gesture. Frozen in time, maybe seconds, maybe minutes passed when they heard Dustin’s elephant stomping from the hallway, getting louder and louder. Eddie snapped his head towards the door, quickly got up and deeply exhaled, sitting on his throne and rubbing his eyes. Maia just sat there with a blank expression, trying to calm her heartbeat with steady breaths. The door burst open and Dustin and Mike fell in, arms open, each of them holding two grocery bags full of snacks.

“WHO’S READY TO KICK SOME Aaaa what the fuck?” Dustin stopped when he saw Mairi’s stiff body cuffed to the chair. She almost robotically turned her head with an expresionless face.

“Collateral damage.” she simply stated and turned back to the wall.

They both raised their eyebrows, getting slightly red in the face, then turned their heads to Eddie, who was still slumped on his throne, pinching the bridge of his nose, not looking at them. A few seconds of awkward silence followed. Eddie waved his hand in Maia’s direction.

“Pippin here just…broke the rules…doesn’t matter.”

“She wanted to know the encounter plans?”

“No.”

“She wanted to sniff out your stats?”

“No.”

“She wanted you to fudge initiative rolls?”

“NO!” both seniors exclaimed loudly, making the two boys jump.

Eddie stood up from his throne and walked past them, slapping their butts in the process.

“Sit, my dear padawans, sit.” he pointed at them and crouched behind Maia, fished a small key out of his pocket and uncuffed her.

Yep, bruises, he winced a bit but kept his composture in front of her when they both stood up, facing each other. She glared at him, angrily lifted the chair and bumped into him on her way to the table, never leaving his dark eyes. She put the chair down at her spot and put her arms around the kids, ignoring Eddie.

“We’re gonna fuck with his brain tonight, boys. I brought you some fuel.” she smiled widely and pointed at two tubs of chilli flavored Pringles, their absolute favorite. They both gasped.

“Holy shit! Mai, you’re the best!” Mike exclaimed and she ruffled his hair. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“And the replacement?”

Dustin and Mike exchanged nervous looks. Maia finally looked at him, raising an eyebrow at his annoyed tone.

“She’s in the bathroom, we’ll go get her.” Dustin chuckled nervously, slapped Mike’s chest and they were out of the door.

Heavy blanket of silence fell between Eddie and Maia, both staring a hole through the table.

“Fuck with my brain, halfling?” Eddie silently questioned, finally looking at her through his lashes. Mairie exhaled as the echoes of the conversation between the rest of the club reached their ears from the hallway.

“I’ll fucking rip you apart, Munson.” she squinted at him, turned on her heel, grabbed the handcuffs and carried them back into the cabinet.

He cursed under his breath.

You’re doing that right now.

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soralinklokidottirofmirkwood · 1 year

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The youngest: The fellowship x teen reader and OC big brother (part 1)

Age: 15

Reader Chan is a human princess with Photokinesis and has an older by a year brother they are the youngest in the fellowship (later the youngest hunters).

You and your brother are the princess and prince of a kingdom called Tara you were raised by your grandparents after your parents died in battle when you were little, you two are born with Photokinesis but don't know how to control them fully.

Flashback A few months ago Y/N's POV:

My brother and I ride to Bree for shelter from the rain and the wraths of Sauron, as we galloped through the forest we finally see the lights of Bree. We get to the gates by foot and a man answers it "what business's do you children have at this hour?" my brother answers "my sister and I only seek shelter from the rain sir." the man opens the gate and gives us directions to the inn "the prancing pony is only a few minutes away." we thanked the man and walked there. We arrived, took our horses to the stable, see a lot of men and a table with little men.

We got to the man behind the desk "Excuse us sir one room please." B/N said placing a small bag of silver on the desk to which the man smiled "ahhh always happy to help the young." he said taking the bag. We get food from the buffet but couldn't find seats except for two empty ones at the little mens table "are these seats taken?" I asked "no go on ahead." one with black curls said with a smile B/N and I smiled back and sat down "I'm Y/N." I introduced myself "I'm B/N we're siblings." the four men smiled "I'm Underhill these are my friends Peregrine Took, Merridoc Brandybuck and Samwise Gamgee." the one known as Merridoc spoked "call us Merry and Pippin." then the one named Samwise said "And call me Sam." we talked while eating until Pippin got up to get a drink (much to Sam's annoyance) as we talked Sam sees a man staring at us "that fellow has done nothing but stared at us since we've gotten here." Sam said. We turned to see a man in a cloak smocking a pipe.

Everything happened so fast we have learned that the man is a ranger going by Strider, I saw strange visions of the Nazgûl, Sauron himself and everything in ruined followed by the whisperers of "Baggins.", pippin telling strange men that he knows a Baggins, Underhill rushing to get him, a gold ring falling on his finger then the visions happening again but this time Underhill was with me and my powers went out of control, then Strider grabbed him then me but as he's dragging us he whispers in my ear "that's a great power you have within you." he says in awe but it turned into surprise when he saw my necklace "you are from Tara." he said holding my necklace in his palm.

Later in Rivendell no one's POV:

Y/N and B/N are in awe by the beauty of Rivendell as Strider leads them, Sam, Merry, and Pippin threw the forest "welcome to the last homely elven city in Arda Imladris commonly known as.", "Rivendell." the two teens and three hobbits said at the same time "brother we get to see the elves." Y/N said to B/N who nodded.

Y/N's POV:

We are finally in the palace and we immediately fall in love with the place "ahh Estel you have returned and with five more companions." an elf with shoulder length black hair said as he smiles at us "it is an honor to be here my lord," I said as B/N nodded "it is always a delight to have children around Imladris." as he says that B/N and I decided to introduce ourselves "I am Y/N, Princess Y/N of Tara." I said then it was B/N's turn "and I am B/N, Prince B/N of Tara." the elf was shocked and bowed "I Lord Elrond am honored to have the heir and heiress of Aldon in my home." we shook our heads and placed our hands on Lord Elrond's shoulders "there is no need for that." B/N said I nodded my head but then I see the four hobbits come over "When were you going to tell us you were royalty?" Pippin asked in shock, Merry had the same shocked look as Pippin, Frodo and Sam on the other hand where both in awe this made me giggle and B/N snort "we where Keeping our identities a secret from the people of Bree." B/N said.

At the meeting of the ring:

We are attending a meeting to disgust the rings fate, I sit in between B/N and a very handsome elf who I learned is a prince named Legolas. A man named Boromir started a fight by saying that the ring is a gift and asking why we couldn't just use it then he Insulted Strider making Legolas angry "he is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."As he says this mines and B/N's eyes widened in awe "Isildir's heir." I say "King of Gondor." B/N said then we hear Aragorn say "Havo dad Legolas." as Aragorn says that Legolas sits but is still glaring at Boromir "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." It was decided that the ring must be destroyed but a dwarf came up with an axe "then what are we waiting for?" He strikes the ring with his axe but it shattered and I saw Sauron's eye making me clutch my head B/N used his magic shield to protect us from the shards making everyone stare in awe but B/N dismissed them and said "that ring must be destroyed in mount doom." multiple nods of agreement were seen "you are right Prince B/N of Tara son of Aldon." Elrond said making everyone's eyes (except The hobbits and Aragorn's) widened but I spoked "who will take the ring though?" I asked making everyone look at me "excellent question princess Y/N of Tara daughter of Aldon." sadly an argument started again followed by insults but Frodo broke it "I will take the ring to Mordor. Though- I don't know the way." Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Boromir went up to Frodo and offered him their help B/N and I did the same "and our powers." we said at the same time, Merry, Pippin, and Sam joined in creating the fellowship "where are we going?" Pippin asked making me and B/N giggle.

End of flashback no one’s POV:

It has been a months since the fellowship came together and here they are setting camp and resting for the day with Aragorn and Legolas giving you, B/N and the hobbits strict orders on not getting dirty. After setting up camp B/N and the hobbits pulled a funny prank on you by putting a frog on your head so here you are, you chasing them while you all have a great laugh but sadly you all ended up tripping on a tree root, rolled down the hill and then flied into a mud puddle "oh no Aragorn and Legolas are going to kill us." You said in terror, your all struggling to get out of the slippery mud but the more you’ve tried the muddier you got, you all finally managed to get out of the mud until B/N said "we got to get cleaned up before Aragorn and Legolas sees us." he said fearfully grabbing Merry and Pippin while you grabbed Frodo and Sam. You raced as fast as you could to the river while miraculously sneaking past the camp to get yours and B/N's bags with your only spare cloths and soap's with out Aragorn, Boromir or Legolas seeing you while Gandalf and Gimli had a few smokes and Aragorn cooking while talking with Legolas and Boromir. You get to the river and began peeling of your muddy clothes. You washed all the mud from your bodies and hair the hobbits washed their clothes and hung them in hopes of them getting dried while the sun is still out faster. After B/N and you finished up you put on your spare clothes and began drying up the hobbits clothes with your powers.

After the clothes are finally dried the hobbits get out of the river to put them on.

Your all are about to race back to the camp but B/N and you bumped into broad chest.

You ran into Legolas while the Hobbits and B/N ran into Aragorn and Boromir who had amused grins on their faces "so I take that I wasn't heard clearly on my orders to stay clean children?" Aragorn asked in a scary calm voice. You. were. terrified "WE WERE JUST PLAYING AROUND, THEN WE TRIPED AND THEN FELL INTO A MUD PUDDLE WE'RE REALLY SORRY ARAGORN." Pippin screamed as the rest of you are fearfully nodding but you spoke up "It was my fault Aragorn I was chasing them after they pulled a prank on me, but it was harmless." Aragorn and Legolas faced palmed in annoyance as Legolas said "you six are going to be the death of us." You, B/N and the hobbits had your heads down in shame "B/N! Y/N! you two are a princess and prince I expected better from both of you." Legolas said crossing his arms while Aragorn nodded in agreement "you two are forbidden from using your powers indefinitely, from now on you will be training under me and Legolas." You and B/N nodded your heads and said "yes sir." Aragorn nodded in approval and turned to the hobbits "you four no second breakfast for a month." the hobbits all screamed dramatically "Noooooo." then Pippin being the youngest Hobbit (though older then me and B/N) said "you monsters, how will we survive?" Legolas chuckled while scooped you up into his arms bridal style causing you to squeak in embarrassment, B/N and the hobbits to giggle and Aragorn, Legolas and Boromir to chuckle. "Legolas put me down! Aragorn tell him off." this only made them laugh more "now now princess Y/N we wouldn't want our youngest addition to get dirty again." Legolas said smirking making you blush until you heard Boromir tell your brother and the hobbits "And don't think you five are off the hook either." he says tucking Merry and Pippin under one arm while grabbing B/N by the ear with his free hand, with Aragorn scooping up Frodo and Sam.

Back at camp:

After dinner it was time for bed but Legolas and Aragorn decided to help you and B/N braid your hair while Boromir put the hobbits to sleep "what are we going to do with you six?" Gandalf asked chuckling with Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir while B/N and you blushed in embarrassment "Children these days." Gimli said taking a puff from his pipe.

#platonic #middle earth #lord of the rings #the fellowship of the ring #gandalf #the hobbits #aragorn #legolas #gimli #boromir #oc #teen reader #big brother

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dancingsunflowers-ocs · 1 year

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5️⃣ + Pansy Littlefoot?? 🖤🖤🖤

OTP: Pansy Littlefoot x Samwise Gamgee

BROTP: Pansy Littlefoot x Frodo Baggins

OT3: Pansy Littlefoot x Merry Brandybuck x Pippin Took

NOTP: Pansy Littlefoot x Bilbo Baggins?? {He’s like a father figure to her!}

Alternative love interest: Pansy Littlefoot x Merry Brandybuck x Pippin Took

Thank you for the ask @starlit-ocs/@starlit-epiphany!! 💕

#oc: pansy littlefoot #fd: lord of the rings

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ao3feed-tolkien · 10 months

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Hathlain

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/1fYipr4

by greytea

Ophelia Malone had lived her life. She married, had children, grandchildren and even lived through the death of her husband. Now retired and living in the cottage she and her husband once shared, she did everything she could to keep busy and maintain her status quo as a loving mother and grandmother.

She was complacent living this way. Ignoring the loneliness her husband had left behind for her.

One night she falls asleep only to awaken in a different land, in a different body, and in the middle of a battlefield.

[My take on Girl Falls Into Middle Earth.]

[Legolas x OC]

Words: 1746, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Aragorn | Estel, Arwen Undómiel, Galadriel | Artanis, Celeborn (Tolkien), Pippin Took, Merry Brandybuck, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Éowyn (Tolkien), Éomer Éadig, Théoden Ednew, Gríma Wormtongue

Relationships: Legolas Greenleaf/Original Female Character(s), Legolas Greenleaf & Original Female Character(s)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/1fYipr4

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 1 year

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Fluffuary 2023 Day 6: Sunrise- Pippin Took x OC

Pippin Took x Camelia Tunnelly

Description: The morning after the Ring is destroyed Pippin and Camelia enjoy their first sunrise of freedom with each other.

Word Count: 1k

Challenge made by the lovely @darthglitterfanfiction

Pippin and Camelia were never really early risers. But, while Pippin had the luxury of sleeping in until the sun was already in the sky, Camelia was forced to be awake in order to attend to her healing duties. That didn’t mean she paid any attention to anything else that went on in the wee hours when the sun was starting its rise for the day. She was okay with that though, they both were.

But things had changed when they volunteered themselves for the quest to destroy the One Ring. They no longer had the luxury of not fully being there when the sun was rising anymore. Their lives were potentially in danger at any second. In a way, they did start watching sunrises, but they still couldn’t quite focus on it because they were too tired either because they’d been walking since the previous night or they were woken up in a rush so they could continue walking.

Thankfully things changed when the One Ring had finally been destroyed, and plans for Gondor moving forward were set in motion. Aragorn would be crowned King on May 1st, nearly a month away. The Hobbits were allowed to spend the month in Minas Tirith so they could attend their friend’s coronation. Pippin and Merry were given a room together, though Merry opted to switch with Camelia, who was rooming with Brooke, so they could be with who they truly wanted to be.

It was their first morning in Minas Tirith. The young couple was happy to finally get a good night’s sleep without the worry of imminent danger with every second that passed. It didn’t last long, however, as when it was still dark Camelia found herself waking up. Perhaps she wasn’t used to being allowed to sleep in after eleven months of the opposite. Maybe she was too afraid to stay asleep in case the dangers weren’t over. Or maybe she just wanted to have some time to herself.

No matter the case, Camelia still found herself sitting on a small couch that sat on the balcony connected to their room. It was quiet, much too quiet for her liking. It was as if all sound had been muffled once the Ring was destroyed. She wasn’t used to it. At the very least there were crickets chirping. Perhaps she was just too high up to hear it. That didn’t make her feel better.

The dark blue sky began fading to purple, then ultimately pink on the horizon as an early sign of the sun starting its rise. Camelia had never noticed how pretty that pink was. It reminded her of her mother’s favorite summer dress. A small smile absentmindedly formed on her face. She couldn’t wait to see her family again. She just knew that her parents were worried sick about her.

“You’re up early,” Pippin’s unusually soft voice sounded from behind her. Weird, she hadn’t even heard him get out of bed. Or maybe she had, but she didn’t pay attention to it. The girl didn’t look back at him as she shrugged.

“Couldn’t sleep,” was her only answer. There was movement behind her, this time she actually heard it. Then Pippin took a seat beside her. Camelia felt his eyes on her.

“Are you okay?” She didn’t respond at first, considering his question for a few silent seconds.

“I think so,” she ultimately answered, finally looking at him. “Are you?” Just like she had, Pippin hadn’t answered immediately. Instead she watched as he examined her carefully, almost as if making sure she’d been telling the truth. Then, once he confirmed it for himself, he smiled at her.

“Yeah, I am,” he whispered. Camelia couldn’t help but mimic his smile without realizing it. She loved his smile, it comforted her. She opened her mouth to respond, but then a dull light caught her eye and she turned her head to face forward again.

The sky had gone from pink on the horizon to pink creeping its way over the dark sky, (thankfully) shrouding them in light. It had been followed by a vibrant orange blending into it like a professional painting. Finally, a gorgeous golden yellow followed the horizon line as the top of the sun finally began making its appearance. The sight took Camelia’s breath away the longer she stared at it. It was as if they had really stepped into a painting.

Below her, she could hear people beginning to walk around and converse as they began their daily tasks. Relief flooded through Camelia. It was no longer quiet. Though, she couldn’t focus on it for long as she heard Pippin’t breath hitch beside her.

She looked at him, but wasn’t quite surprised to see that he was looking at the sky above them. His eyes were wide in wonder, and it seemed for the first time that he had taken the time to truly experience watching a sunrise with her. The golden light made him look beautiful. Well, of course he was already beautiful, but the light enhanced it.

“I never knew how beautiful it was,” he muttered absentmindedly, earning a nod from the girl beside him.

“Me neither,” she agreed, her smile returning yet again. “But I like it.” Pippin finally managed to tear his gaze away from the fantastical sight above them and face her, and he returned her smile in earnest.

“Me too,” he whispered.

For a moment they just stood there, looking at each other. Camelia hadn’t realized that she’d begun leaning closer to him until their lips met halfway. Her hand instinctively lifted to cradle his cheek while he took her free hand in his, entangling their fingers. When they finally pulled away there was a smile on both of their faces, and Camelia couldn’t help the overwhelming joy that coursed through her. There was just something about kissing the love of her life with such gorgeous scenery around them that felt magical.

“We should watch the sunrise more often,” Pippin muttered softly, earning a dreamy nod from the girl.

“Agreed.”

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IATCOD Chap. 27; Celestial help

*Author's note*

Okay I'll be honest I've had this chapter done for awhile now but some life changing news came my way and I had to put posting on hold (don't worry it's not health wise, my family and I are moving by mid Dec. so I've been busy packing my stuff, helping move stuff to storage, etc.) But now with the thanksgiving holiday in it's final stretch, I wanted to take this moment to post this chapter up before the final stretch of my move happens next weekend. So I hope everyone had a good thanksgiving/thursday (if you don't celebrate it) and will continue to have a good rest of your weekend and hope everyone enjoys this new update as well.

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So fair even in death, Hela’s friends and even the people of Gondor couldn’t find it in themselves to bury her. So she was placed at the highest room at the Tower of Ecthelion where she once stood guard as Guardian of the White city. Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, and Gandalf all stood around her coffin of glass and silver.

No one spoke a word, for who could? There wasn’t anything anyone could say that would bring Hela back. Two lit candles were lit by the two top poles of her coffin. Gimli was torn between anger and sorrow as he stared down at Hela’s body before turning away sobbing into his hand. Legolas wrapped a comforting arm around his Dwarvish friend while tears slowly slid down his face as well.

Gandalf solemnly looked down at his old friend, the young Celestial who he had not only taken under his wing, but had also learned from her. He placed a hand on top of her still one. Poor Merry and Pippin were the ones truly heartbroken, Hela was like a mother-figure to them and got them from getting into too much trouble. They couldn’t understand how such a strong warrior like her could’ve been killed like this?

And Aragorn—he was torn. His heart torn both ways of wanting to both mourn Hela but also seek vengeance against the three council members of Denethor. He wanted to know who had cast the spell, and see with his own eyes the life drain from his sister’s killer under his blade.

Meanwhile down in the House of Healing in a secluded area of a spiritual healing pool that Hela herself had made for those in great need of healing, Haldir laid in the tub while Cain tended to his wounds.

The water glowed a pure blue light and the light seemed to shimmer as it went in circles around the perimeter of the tub, almost as if a current were pushing it. Cain held a rag in his hand and was gently dabbing across Haldir’s wounds while his other hand stroked across his body to feel what other damage had been done to him.

“This pool seems to be sensing a lot of internal damage. It can guide the healing process, but whether you get better or not is up to you.” Haldir didn’t speak a word. His face was stoic, his eyes deeply sunken in and the light from his eyes was almost completely faded. “I know what it’s like to lose the love of your life. When I awoke that day after losing my wife and children, I was lost, angry, filled with unbearable pain. And it’s okay to feel those things Haldir, but it’s not okay to keep it bottled up inside. Trust me.”

Again, Haldir spoke not a word. Cain sighed but continued with the healing until he couldn’t smell a single trace of blood and grim on Haldir anymore.

“I don’t wish to push you Haldir but I’d like you to tell me what happened over there. Perhaps there could be a reason as to why they targeted Hela.” The sound of Haldir rising from the pool and walking over to redress himself.

“There’s nothing to say.” Haldir spoke so softly it would almost sound like the faint sounds of the wind blowing. But Cain heard him.

“I understand it’s hard to talk about……”

“Hard to talk about? What is there to talk about?!” gradually Haldir’s voice got louder with pain and rage as he began to rant. “Three dark sorcerers captured me as bait to lure Hela away from the city and I watched as they beat her like a horse! She was still alive in my arms, I felt her heart beating still…..But now I’m told I was able to be saved by your teachings WHEN YOU COULDN’T EVEN HEAL YOUR OWN SISTER IN THE SAME MANNER!!”

Silence rang out in the room as Haldir glared down at Cain in fury. His chest heaving and heart racing. Cain’s surprised but sorrow-filled face stared at the grieving Marchwarden. When Haldir realized what he had said, he turned his head away and said regretfully.

“That came out wrong, I—I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. As I said, let the anger and pain flow like water.”

“I’m trying to understand myself just why this all happened, but none of it makes any sense. The way they fought against her it—they enjoyed tormenting her. I could see it in their eyes, they took pleasure in it. Same as when they tortured me. I—I’m lost Lord Cain. I feel so lost.” Haldir fell to his knees and could feel the stinging sensation of tears starting to form but they couldn’t fall for Haldir had cried himself to near exhaustion after he had awakened from Nergal’s attack.

“Haldir,” he felt Cain’s hand on his shoulder and looked up to see the now last of the Celestials kneeling before him, his glowing eyes piercing his very soul but his voice was a calm and soothing like honey. “I know you’re hurting right now, but you’re not the only one here who is mourning for Hela. How do you think Merry and Pippin are feeling to have lost the woman they have known since they were children? How do you think Aragorn and Gandalf are feeling at losing a friend they have known for centuries all together? And me? I am her brother who has only come to know her for only 80 years, but she is still my sister. The rest of my kin are either dead or have been turned to stone.”

“I—didn’t even think of that. I could remember the halfling that came with us, his cries could’ve rivaled mine in mourning.”

“But we can’t let this destroy our spirits.” Cain told him. “Back when Hela became the last of our kin, she could’ve chosen to run. Isolate herself and never be seen by a single soul. Instead, she chose to continue the fight to protect and serve Middle Earth. And that’s what we all need to do now.”

“You’re speaking as if she is still here.”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from Hela, it’s that the ones that we lose never truly leave us. They are all around us, not just in our hearts and memories, but through how we are shaped. What we chose to do after they are gone.” Haldir looked at Cain and then said.

“I believe it would be wise for you all to hear just what happened at Minas Morgul.” Cain nodded then he and Haldir left the spiritual healing pool and headed towards the throne room.

Cain had sent a telepathic message to the others who all met with him and Haldir and Haldir began to explain to them what had occurred at Minas Morgul.

“I didn’t know how it happened at first, but all I know was that I couldn’t control my own limbs. I tried to fight against it, but it was no use. Next thing I knew I awoke chained up surrounded by darkness. Most of the stories I’ve been told of torture methods of orcs, goblins and even men, they—were nothing compared to what I went through. Some form of liquid was given to me by force, not to drink you see, but they poured it onto my skin. The very burning sensation was unlike anything I’ve felt before. For 2 full days I couldn’t move my own finger.”

“What did this liquid look like?” asked Aragorn.

“It was as silver as Mithril but as thick as blood. At times it almost seemed alive as it soaked into my skin, moving through my veins like a worm.”

“I have seen that type of liquid from time to time.” Faramir’s voice spoke up. “I’ve seen Nergal create this potion that he’ll use on some of the prisoners and traitors of Gondor. The screams I’ve heard from some of the men he’s used it on, they were unlike anything I’ve ever heard. Some claim to have felt like they were burning from the inside out.”

“Durin’s beard.” Gimli muttered grimly shaking his head. Even though he had a distrust towards Elves and even Haldir, not even he would wish something like that upon an elf.

“Did they say as to why they wanted Hela?” asked Cain.

“All Perses kept saying was that she needed to surrender to the power she had been given.”

“What does that mean?” asked Merry.

“She did.” Pippin soon spoke up. Everyone turned to the young hobbit as he continued, “when Hela found the guards who had taken you to Minas Morgul. She did something to those guards. Just like you had described Mr. Haldir, it was like she had possessed them with a wave of her hands. It was frightening. I’ve never seen Hela do something like that before, not even when this journey began.”

“Perses even said it that it had to be intoxicating. The feeling of having someone’s life in her hands.”

“Hela has always had the potential to do great good or great evil.” Gandalf explained. “Being the only Celestial of death, she was put to the test to see how a Celestial could deal with such a burden. For only one other person had the power over the dead and was more powerful than she was.”

“Sauron.” Aragorn and Legolas both answered together.

“Yes. But we must also remember a greater threat is coming. Without Hela, the Deviants will return.”

“How exactly did Hela defeat them all? When we used to ask her about that as children, she always diverted from the real answer and told us to not worry about it.” Said Merry.

“She didn’t defeat them.” Cain responded. “The deviants had grown too strong and too numerous for her to handle. So she went to Mirkwood to seek council with Legolas’ father Thranduil. There he had given her a spell that could seal them deep beneath the seas. By using her blood she drew the gate, and with her lifeforce it became the key. She has lived the last 248 years as a walking key. But if she was ever slain in battle, the gateway would become accessible, on the day she sealed them away. Which is in three days from now.”

“Three days from now is also when Smaug had sacked Dale and took claim over Erebor. No wonder she said something else besides a dragon had needed her attention.” Gimli said.

“Now all they would need to do is wait for the red sun to rise on the third day, the seas will open and the gateway will be revealed.” Cain pinched the bridge of his nose sighing heavily.

“Even if you were there to help her Cain, you would’ve been turned to stone just like the rest of your kin. If not killed since you aren’t a Celestial.” Aragorn assured him, knowing that Cain was blaming himself for not being there for his sister.

“So how do we defeat them?” asked Pippin.

“We can’t.” Gandalf said solemnly. “Sauron created the Deviants to only be taken down by the Celestials themselves.”

“We may not be able to defeat them, but there might be a way to hold them off.” Faramir said. “I’ve noticed in a room just before reaching the dungeons there is a large rune of protection. Runes that I’ve only seen in the tales of the Celestial. Hela must’ve made it long ago when the deviants still roamed these lands. If we can somehow activate the spell that powers it, we might be able to create a barrier to protect us for a time.”

“Take me to these runes Faramir and I’ll work out the spell from there.” Faramir nodded then he and Gandalf left the throne room.

“Meanwhile the rest of us have to evacuate the city. The people have already been caught in the crossfires of the armies of Mordor, for them the Deviants would be a fate worse than death.” Aragorn said.

“Where will we take them? Osgiliath is in runes.” Pippin said.

“We will take them deep underground. Hela once showed me in the days of old when war came to this city, back when Sauron was still in power. There is a place large enough for the women and children to seek shelter in. Much like the caves back at Helm’s Deep. It’ll be safe and enforced to keep them alive while we handle the beasts in the city.” Everyone nodded to the King of Gondor and they began to prepare for evacuation and protection.

Legolas and Haldir (along with Eowyn’s assistance) helped the healers take the injured down to the lower levels first since they would need time to be moved and knowing that the Deviants always went for the vulnerable and the weak. Gimli, Merry and Pippin helped the cooks and servants with the food rations that would need to be taken down, and Aragorn made the proclamation to the people of Gondor that they would need to prepare to go underground.

He told them that they would need to gather only what they needed and be prepared to move by the time of the second nightfall. All the awhile Cain was back up at the tower of Ecthelion and he looked down at Hela.

He still couldn’t hear her heartbeat and yet he could still feel that her body was warm.

“We’re evacuating the civilians to the lower levels you helped made Hela. I promise, we’re going to hold them off for as long as we can. I may not have my Celestial power anymore, but Celestial blood still runs through my veins. And in your honor, I swear to you I will not let the white city fall to the Deviants.”

As he turned to leave the tower, Cain could almost hear a faint voice calling out. He knew it wasn’t anyone out in Gondor calling out for this voice said something in both his and Hela’s Celeste language. He felt around and soon pulled out the bag that Hela had given him that held half of their kin’s power stones. He touched the bag and he could feel the strong aura of power emanating from the bag within.

“Druig.” He softly said. He raced out of the tower and reached out to the others and told them to meet him at the throne room, and fast.

When the Fellowship, Haldir, and Faramir were in the throne room Cain had said.

“When I first met Hela to help her regain her spiritual connection to our kins celestial power stones, I’ve always felt a stronger presence within her brother Druig’s stone. Now him being a Celestial of the Mind, I believed it to be just his raw power alone, but I should’ve known better. A big brother, especially a twin, will always find a way.”

“What are you talking about laddie? Speak in words that don’t sound like riddle talk.” Gimli said.

“What I’m saying Gimli is that Druig didn’t just surrender all of his power into the Celestial gem, he also surrendered a part of his subconsciousness in here as well. Hidden away from even Hela until the right moment.”

“So you’re saying that Druig’s mind is inside his stone and he wants to come out now?” asked Pippin.

“Aye. And perhaps with his help, we can find a way to defeat the Deviants once and for all.

“I did always hear a voice for a time when Hela first came to me as a hawk. Translating every cry and squawk she made until I began to pick it up. And it happened right after I had found her family’s celestial gems within a cave not too far from the borders of Bree.” Aragorn spoke up, siding with Cain’s suggestion.

“But how do we get him to come out? Hela always warned us that if anyone unworthy touched a celestial gem, bad things would happen.” Merry said.

“Yes, and Druig is not one to trust people so easily. Especially those of the world of Men and Elves. Thought Men were too arrogant and Elves were too hotheaded. No offense.”

“I wouldn’t blame him for that.” Said Aragorn.

“Neither would I.” Faramir agreed.

“What about us? Hobbits have never been much for gold or riches. Do you think Druig would come out for one of us?” asked Pippin. Cain and Gandalf looked to each other and Gandalf said.

“Your ancestors came long after Druig had been turned to stone. I wouldn’t see why he wouldn’t try. Being of the Mind he’ll see no ill intent within either of you.”

“Do you both know how to summon him?” asked Cain.

“Hela taught us all the calls to each of her siblings and her mother. We got this Master Cain.” Merry assured him. He nodded then he and Gandalf told the others to stand back. Cain took the bag and slowly turned it upside down and out came out Druig’s stone which was now glowing a golden light around the onyx black stone.

Cain backed away as Merry and Pippin stood on either side over Druig’s stone.

“Ready Merry?” asked Pippin.

“Ready Pip.” Answered Merry. Together the two hobbits did Druig’s Celestial bow (pressing their hands together they had their thumbs, index and tall fingers touching each other while their other two fingers rested in the empty spaces between their fingers. Then they touched the center of their foreheads with the tip of their index and tall finger before resting them back in front of their chests). The together they spoke Druig’s prayer.

“Oh He who was first of the Second Age Celestials. The first of the pair of three. The trinity that is of Mind, Body and Soul we ask thee of the power of the Mind. Celestial Druig, we call to you!” as they spoke, the gem began to glow brighter and brighter until it shone almost as powerful as the sun. Until it suddenly stopped.

And nothing happened.

Everyone was confused.

“Did they say it right?” asked Gimli.

“Yes. I don’t understand, it should’ve worked. I’ve heard this prayer a thousand times whenever he, Hela and Makkari made it.” Said Cain.

“Maybe they didn’t……” Gimli continued but then a powerful beam of light shot out from Druig’s gem and red magic began to swarm around both Merry and Pippin. Their arms were pinned behind their backs, they were lifted midway off the ground and around their temples a golden light shined as they felt their heads almost being squeezed.

The hobbits let out a pained scream and as the others readied their weapons and Cain called out their names. But they too were soon consumed by the red magic, lifted just a few inches off the ground, their arms trapped at their sides. Another light burst out from the gem but this time a figure began to take shape.

A translucent figure, almost like a ghost now stood forward, his pupils glowing a pure gold while his right hands glowed with the same red magic that now surrounded them. He had long, wavy brown hair that came to his shoulders, like most ghosts and apparitions that appear in the Seen world, his lower half was none existent. The black and red celestial armor was a given fact to the others that this was indeed Druig’s spirit that had been put into the stone.

He turned towards the hobbits and spoke in a voice that was both warm as honey but a deep as thunder.

“How did you both know to say that prayer? Only two people in all existence know those words.”

“Miss Hela taught it to us. She told us all about you, her and Makkari Mr. Druig sir.” Pippin said before letting out a cry as the glowing at his temples brightened feeling his head was about to explode.

“You may be familiar with the stories of me and my sisters but I don’t recall seeing your kind before. Who are you and why do you seek my power?”

“We’re Hobbits. Halflings. Shire folk. Please Lord Druig we need your help.” Merry said through the pain in his head.

“They speak the truth Druig.” Cain said. Druig turned towards the others and he straightened up.

“None but my family dare say my name alone.” He raised his right hand and as he floated towards the others, he made a ‘come hither’ motion with his right index finger to bring Merry and Pippin along with him. “There is something about you in your head, you’re clearly immortal but you are not of Elven blood nor like this Ranger here.”

“When you were younger, you once heard Orion and Delta speak about a fallen Celestial. A Celestial of their own power, but they spoke his name in a hushed curse. So you went to Phastos and Apollo to know what they were referring to, but Thena intervened before they could speak and told you the story of Cain the Wrathful.”

“And he is you. Cain the Wrathful? The fallen Celestial of Starlight.” Cain nodded. “And just what does an exile? Two elves? A Dwarf? A wizard? Two hobbits? And two Dúnedain Men want with my power?”

“We don’t want your power for gain or conquest. We need your help. I’ve sensed your spirit within your gemstone ever since Hela came to me. As an older brother myself I know what it’s like to worry over your younger siblings. The spell you must’ve used could only activate when Hela was in dire need of help. And now she is.”

“What trouble has befallen my sweet, sweet Hela?” at the mention of his twin sister’s name. He released everyone from his spell, his eyes reverting back to the deep brown. When no one spoke he demanded, his voice now becoming like the deep thunder it truly could be, “SPEAK!!”

“Hela is……she’s……She has fallen.” Aragorn spoke solemnly. Druig’s face went from anger to sorrow as he shook his head. His eyes widened in disbelief.

“Take me to her.”

“Druig…..” Cain started but Druig snapped.

“Please!” his thunderous voice cracked in sorrow. Most people think that ghosts and spirits can’t shed a tear, but everyone saw for themselves that even a spirit can still cry as a single tear fell at the corner of Druig’s face and slid down his chin before disappearing into thin air as it fell from his chin.

“Can you freely move without your stone or……” Gimli started to say.

“I need to be within range of her.” He turned to the hobbits and told them, “You both knew the prayer to summon me, I’ll freely allow one of you to carry my stone.”

“I’ll do it.” Volunteered Merry. Druig gave him a soft nod then in a flash of light, Druig’s spirit disappeared and the light from Druig’s black stone dimmed until it was once again a simple black gemstone. Merry walked over and picked it up. “It feels smooth, like a pebble but almost as cool as water. Huh, who would’ve thought after all these years of wondering what these gems felt like, it’d be that.”

“Best not keep him waiting.” Faramir suggested. Everyone then headed back for the tower of Ecthelion where Hela lied in her bed. Merry set them gemstone onto the floor and once again the gem glowed and Druig’s spirit reappeared before them.

When he caught sight of his twin sister on the bed beaten and scarred, he couldn’t believe that over 3000 years on her own, she’d fallen like this.

“How?” was all Druig could muster. Everyone turned to Haldir and he finally spoke.

“Three dark sorcerers used me to get to her. She fought as best as she could, but they proved to be stronger than she even with all her power.” Druig turned to Haldir and floated right up to the elf. He raised his hands up and placed them on either side of Haldir’s head, his thumbs just barely touching the top of Haldir’s eyes. Druig’s eyes glowed gold and he slowly bowed his head as he began to look inside Haldir’s mind.

There he saw and felt every ounce of pain both he and Hela had endured with Deimos. Nergal and Perses. The poison they gave Haldir, every slice of Deimos’s sickles on both their bodies, the raw power of Perses’ hand-to-hand combat, and even the gas that had taken them both down.

Druig suddenly released Haldir and actually stumbled to the ground weak and in agony at what he had just felt. He crawled across the room, Pippin took a step in concerned but was not only held back by Merry but Druig’s voice echoed with agony.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” Druig finally pressed his back to the wall and curled himself inward in agony.

“Mr. Druig? Are you—okay?” Merry asked hesitantly.

“I saw it.” he whispered brokenly.

“Saw what?” Merry asked again.

“I saw her through your eyes.” Druig looked to Haldir. “Even after what they did to you, you still fought by her side?” Haldir looked down.

“I only wish I had fought harder. If I had not gotten captured, maybe there would’ve been a greater chance at stopping them. But they…..” Haldir’s breathing grew sharp and heavy as regret filled him once again. Druig tilted his head and could feel Haldir’s emotions radiating even without needing to look back into his head.

“You’re the one she chose.” Druig stood back up and once again levitated before Haldir. “She always did have an admiration for the Elves but never did I think she would choose one to be her One.” Druig then floated over to his sister’s body and whispered. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you little sister. But at least you didn’t pass on alone.” When Druig reached out to touch her head he softly gasped.

His sorrow turned perplex as his eyes began to glow gold. He remained still as he stared down at his sister’s body, not once removing his hand from her head.

“Druig? What is it?” asked Cain.

“I have seen many corpses in my life, many slain warriors even of my own kin. But not a single dead body’s mind is as active as Hela’s is.” Druig said.

“What does that mean?” asked Pippin.

“Have you ever had that feeling when you feel like your trapped in a dream? Where your body is completely still yet your mind is screaming at you to wake up?” they all gave him a nod. “I sense within her that while her body is unresponsive, her mind is as active as a bee’s hive. This is a spell unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.”

“So….Hela isn’t dead?” Pippin asked with a hint of hope in his voice.

“Not yet. This feels like her power but I’ve never known Hela to do something like this to someone.” Druig turned to his sisters friends and his exiled brother and asked. “You said dark sorcerers did this to her, what did they look like?”

“I can show you.” Faramir stepped forward. Druig floated over to him and like he did with Haldir, he placed his hands on either side of Faramir’s head, his thumbs just above the young Steward’s son’s eyes and there Druig saw the faces of Perses, Deimos and Nergal. Druig let out a gasp, his eyes widened in shock as he shook his head.

“It—it couldn’t be. No, no, no, it can’t be.”

“Master Druig, you know these men?” asked Gandalf.

“Not physically but…..oh Irmo I can’t believe how foolish I was to do that to her!” Druig snapped in his anger and in his anger, his raw power caused several objects to fling across the room, some of them nearly taking out some of the men in the room.

“What Druig? What did you do?” asked Aragorn.

“You would think I was a fool after I tell you.”

“For Hela’s sake? I think I would’ve done the same if I had been in your place. Please Lord Druig, we have no answers and if there’s anything you can tell us, we need to know. Not for Middle Earth’s sake or ours, but your sister’s.” Druig looked into Aragorn’s eyes and saw nothing but the truth. He could see just how much this mortal man cared for his sister like she was his own blood.

“Shortly after Sauron had created his Ring of Power, Hela used to wake up screaming. From these….awful dreams. She never wanted to speak about them but she allowed me to see them through her mind. And each time it was always the same dream. She dreamt of darkness and fire. She saw herself standing over the world as it burned to the ground, Her armor changed into one of iron, almost like the Dark Lord’s himself. But she wasn’t alone. At her side, there were three men in Celestial armor as well, but they weren’t any of ours, it was unlike anything I have ever seen Celestial armor be. And those men were the very same men I saw in your head.” He said pointing to Faramir.

Everyone was speechless at Druig’s confession. This couldn’t be possible could it? Those men in Celestial armor?

“I-I didn’t know how to comfort her or reassure her so I-I……I erased those dreams from her head. Each time until she didn’t dream of them anymore.” Druig scoffed. “To think she was seeing the future and I made her forget. She could’ve known not to trust them.”

“She did.” Haldir spoke. Druig turned to the Marchwarden. “She didn’t know how to explain it, but the moment she had met Perses first, she told me there was something both familiar yet evil about him. Sam goes for Nergal and Deimos. She knew not to trust them.”

“But why would she see those men in Celestial armor? I thought they were just evil wizards?” asked Pippin.

“It’s not possible. None but the Valar and the Celestial prime can create Celestials.” Said Gandalf.

“Her Celestial connection.” Cain muttered. Everyone turned to him. “When Sauron took possession over Hela, he didn’t just severe her connection to just the powers of our kin. She had lost her Celestial connection, in a way her aura was like how a mortal man’s is.”

“What do you mean Master Cain?” asked Merry.

“Celestials hold a certain aura that glows much like the Elves. When I first met Hela, I was shocked to see just how dim her Celestial aura was, it was like seeing the last specks of a campfire before it’s extinguished by a foot or dumping some dirt on top of it. It took the entire time she was with me to regain that Celestial glow that our kin is known for.”

“And Sauron’s servants did not kill all of our men. Some were said to have been taken straight into the Black Gates, never to be seen again. And those warriors that were said to have been taken were both strong bodied and strong-willed.” Faramir said.

“He’s deceived us all along. His plans for Hela, her powers, the councilmen of Denethor, it all makes sense now. Sauron didn’t want Hela’s powers for himself…..” Cain started fearfully.

“He wanted to harvest them.” Druig spoke grimly.

“Sauron has created his own Celestials of Death.” Suddenly thunder boomed from the sky but unlike storms in the past, the lightning that flashed from the sky was blood red.

“If they truly are Celestials of Death, then all is lost.” Gimli said. “Lady Hela is a powerful Celestial, but with three Celestials of her own power on the side of our enemy, what hope do we have in stopping them? Especially when in three days’ time, they’ll bring back the Deviants.”

“That’s sometimes the trouble with your Dwarves that I’ll never understand.” Druig said. Gimli grumbled under his breath offendedly.

“What do you mean?” asked Aragorn.

“I did say Hela is under a powerful spell, but all spells, no matter how powerful can be broken.”

“You mean you can break her free of that spell this whole time?” exclaimed Gimli.

“Not me, this is Hela’s magic working against her. Only she has the power to break this curse, but who’s to say she can’t do it without a little help?”

“What are you suggesting Druig?” asked Cain.

“If I can send my spirit deep into Hela’s subconscious, I might be able to help her break free of whatever imprisonment this spell has on her. But in order to counteract a spell this powerful, I need a host body to use my power.” Druig gave a small smirk for he already had chosen who he wanted to use his power.

“No Druig, absolutely not!” Cain immediately said.

“I didn’t even say who I’ve chosen!” Druig exclaimed.

“But I know who you’re thinking of choosing! And I can’t watch as his body is destroyed by your power!” he walked out of the tower and headed down the stairs.

As Cain trudged down the stairs in a huff, Druig’s spirit suddenly appeared before him and he demanded.

“Do you want to be responsible for what is to come next if we choose to do nothing?”

“You don’t understand Druig. Merry and Eowyn both went up against the second greatest threat the third Age has ever known. More dangerous than even Smaug. The Witch King of Angmar is not a foe to be taken lightly, they were both lucky to have come back with their sanity still intact.”

“I’ve seen through Hela’s eyes how the Black breath is and how dangerous Angmar was to Middle Earth. But it doesn’t change the fact that out of anyone in that room, Meriadoc Brandybuck shows more promise in wielding my power. And if you don’t let him and I find a way to help Hela, then Middle Earth will be nothing but shadow and stone.”

Cain’s breathing deepened as he crossed his arms, his body fidgeting with anxiety. He cursed that Druig was right, even he could sense that Merry was meant for something greater, even greater than aiding in helping to defeat the Witch King himself.

“This is his decision. Not yours. If he says no, you will not use your mind manipulation to force him to help you.”

“And if he agrees, then you keep your mouth shut and let us do our work, while you do yours. Without Hela, the Deviants will go for any and all traces of life force to sustain themselves. And you’re the only one with enough knowledge on how to take them down. Deal, brother?” Druig held out his hand.

Cain then reached out and was actually able to grab onto Druig’s hand as the two brothers shook on it.

“If any harm comes to that Hobbit, you’ll see why I was given the name Cain the Wrathful.”

“And you’ll see that when it comes to my twin sisters, I’m not afraid to break the rules and risk banishment for their safety.” Druig’s eyes glowed red in warning.

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ao3feed-thehobbit · 2 years

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Perennials

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by Braambees

SOON

Eryn the Green, Radagast's apprentice, will have to leave the forests of the East if he wants to find a cure for the darkness that looms in the woods , but the stars never told him he would have to join a company of dwarves to get it.

He might have been reading his maps wrong.

Legolas Greenleaf x Male OC

(Also posted on my Wattpad profile @mwyaren)

Words: 1088, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Original Male Character(s), Thorin Oakenshield, Kíli (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Thranduil (Tolkien), Beorn (Tolkien), Bard the Bowman, Aragorn | Estel, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Pippin Took, Merry Brandybuck, Elrond Peredhel, Smaug (Tolkien), Sauron | Mairon, Galadriel | Artanis, Saruman | Curunír, Radagast | Aiwendil

Relationships: Legolas Greenleaf/Original Male Character(s), Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: Pre-Quest of Erebor, Quest of Erebor, Post-Quest of Erebor, Thorin Is an Idiot, Thorin Feels, Protective Legolas Greenleaf, Fíli and Kíli Are Little Shits, Fíli Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, How Do I Tag, Gold Sickness (Tolkien), Major Original Character(s), Past Relationship(s), Astrology

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DAISIES - pt 9

Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader / soft oc

Words: 5.2k

Summary: It's June, and you decide to get drunk with your best friends. You start to wonder if there is something between you and Merry. Your brother sells Bag End.

Possible TW's: alcohol, very drunk reader and other characters as well

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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The reflection did not feel flattering. Your hair was messy from tossing and turning all night, and the bags under your eyes made you look like you had not slept at all; and it might as well have been that way. You kept waking up throughout the night, and the dreams you had were so lively, it felt like you were awake.

You left your room to wash your face, when Frodo bumped into you in the hallway.

"Good morning," he said, to which you responded by grunting as a greeting. "Have you slept at all?"

"No, not really," you answered honestly, rubbing your eyes in the hopes that the exhaustion would fade away somehow.

"Is there something on your mind?" he asked, eyes full of brotherly affection.

Of course there was something on your mind. You were soon to move out of Bag End, and despite that huge change in your life, you could not for some reason get your best friend out of your head.

"I guess I'm just nervous about moving," you said, partly lying, which Frodo did not seem to have noticed. You didn't want him to ask more, so you kept talking. “I know you want to move closer to where you grew up, and that you need me out of here, and I know you will go after Uncle Bilbo, but I am still…”

Frodo smiled faintly.

"Everything will be alright, I promise."

You had pale-yellow and lavender ribbons in your hair as you made your way to the Green Dragon. The lights of the familiar building were already in your sight, when Pippin tapped on your shoulder.

"Hullo!" he said with glee, hugging you tightly.

"Why, hello there Pip!" you greeted him. "I was wondering if anyone was going to be here tonight."

"Merry and I agreed to come here tonight," he said, his focus momentarily moving to the birds flying over your heads. Quickly he returned his focus back to you. "We thought about it and took a wild guess that you might also appear here tonight."

"You both know me so well," you chuckled, as you both entered the pub through its wooden door.

The air smelled stuffy, and there was loud chatter everywhere. The way the lights warmed up the room reminded you of home, but the absence of smells like Frodo's herbal tea and fresh cooking reminded you that the Green Dragon was just another place to keep you away from Bag End. You felt a longing for the only home you had ever known, even though it was not gone yet; but you knew that once the Sackville-Bagginses would get their dirty fingers on it, you would not be allowed to step in that place so dear ever again.

You walked to the counter, behind which a familiar face was working. Rosie Cotton was as cheerful as usual, wiping some pints clean, and handling the chatty and drunk Hobbits with grace. She gave you and Pippin a friendly smile when you ordered your ales, and the two of you made your way to a round table, close to the back wall of the room.

"Have you seen Merry?" Pippin asked you, as he was looking around the full room, observing small details and all the people around him.

"No, not yet," you said, smirking at Pippin's over-energetic presence. He sometimes seemed to find it hard to keep focus, and his mind seemed to hop from place to place, intrigued by everything around him.

"Oh, there he is!" Pippin said, nodding towards a darker corner across the room.

Merry was sitting there with Estella Bolger, his face serious. You observed the two talking, trying to analyze their body language to figure out what they might be discussing.

"What do you think is going on there?" you asked Pippin, your eyes still locked on Merry and Estella.

"Maybe he is apologizing to her?" Pippin suggested. "I know she is no longer mad at him, but he did mention wanting to make it up for her; breaking her heart, I mean."

You mumbled something incoherent as an answer, and kept your eyes on them. Pippin sipped his drink, and from your focused state, you did not notice him smirking behind his glass.

Soon Merry and Estella got up from the table, and started walking away from the corner. They made their way to the front door, Estella in front of Merry. Your gaze followed their every move, and curiously you observed them from afar. As they reached the front door, Estella wrapped her arms around Merry, and buried her face into his neck. You felt a wave of warmth hit your face, and there was suddenly a tiny amount of pressure in your chest. Merry hugged her back tightly, and as they stopped embracing each other, Estella pressed her lips gently on his skin, giving Merry an affectionate kiss on his cheek. Your face felt warmer. They exchanged a few more words before she left. After she had walked out, Merry turned back away from the door. He observed the room, and soon he noticed you and Pippin. He smiled at you and Pippin warmly, and that's when you finally noticed that your breathing had become significantly heavier. You took a deep breath, and waved at Merry, happily. He made his way to your table, and swiftly sat down on the chair next to you.

"What was that about?" you asked him, taking a sip of your drink.

"What?" Merry responded, seemingly confused by the instant interrogation.

"Estella?" you specified, and Merry's lips curled up into a relieved smile.

"We just talked everything through," he responded. "Honestly, I just wanted to get all of it off my chest. There was nothing more to it, and as we said goodbye, she wished me all the best - and I to her.

"I told you," Pippin said with pride; and finally, you could breathe easier. "He is now a guilt-free Hobbit!"

"Did you talk about anything else?" you asked curiously.

"No," Merry responded, in a laid-back tone. You could have sworn you saw his eye twitch slightly.

"Are you sure that's all you talked about?" Pippin said with a grin. A sharp pain hit you, as Merry kicked your shin. You let out a cry of pain and looked at Merry, full of confusion. Merry's eyes widened with guilt.

"I'm so sorry!" Merry apologized, immediately reaching his hand to hold your hand.

"What was that for?" you said, rubbing your leg to relieve the pain.

"I didn't mean to kick you! It was meant for Pippin!"

"Hey!" Pippin cried, almost offended. A moment of silence followed, before you finally opened your mouth again.

"What plans do you two have tonight?" you asked, bringing your glass to your lips, and taking a sizable sip of your ale. The cold beverage calmed your anxiety severely; you had always found that anything close near your chest or throat slowed down your heart rate.

"Drinking," said Merry and Pippin in unison.

"Well, alright then," you responded, and with one lengthful chug, you finished your drink. You slammed the glass loudly on the table, the loud noise and your reckless nature made your best friends laugh, and so they joined you; they finished their drinks in seconds.

The last drink you had that night made you feel quite intoxicated. Pippin had drunk a significantly bigger amount of alcohol, and so had Merry. The three of you kept talking, joking and bantering for hours before you hit that final drink, and the whole room was filled with the drunken laughter of you and your best friends. It was already night-time, and most of the customers had already made their way home. You took note of Rosie starting to close up the Inn, so you gestured Merry and Pippin to get up as well. As you stood up, you noticed it was hard to keep your balance. Pippin got up with such unsteady movements that the chair he had just stood up from, fell down on the floor with a loud bang. You snickered, and as Merry laughed, he took a step back, trying to hold his balance as well.

Outside the Inn, everything was quiet. Only crickets, owls and the wind could be heard, and every now and then a frog croaked quietly. The sky was dark, and there were dark-grey rain clouds slowly covering the stars underneath them, and hiding the moonlight.

"I really need to get home," Pippin said, stumbling on his feet. He started walking towards a wooden bench to his left, reaching for it with both of his arms held forward. "Can I sleep on this bench instead?"

You giggled, and with unsteady steps you made your way to your friend. You nudged him up before he could fully lay down on the bench, and put your arm around him.

"Pippin, can you get home?" you asked him, to which he responded by laughing so hard he let out a pig-like snort.

"Can I? Try and stop me!" Pippin slurred, but did not move an inch. You kept waiting for him to make a movement towards the direction of Tookland, but he just kept swaying, his eyes barely open. You looked to your right, where Merry was fumbling with the pipe in his pocket, struggling to find the right end of it to start smoking. You smirked, and turned your attention back to Pippin.

"Pip?" you said, shaking him softly. Pippin opened his eyes and smacked his lips, as if he was just woken up from a good-night's sleep.

"Yes?" he answered, smiling at you widely, trying to find proper balance on his feet. You gave him a pat on his back.

"I think you need to sleep somewhere else," you said to him. Pippin was amused by your suggestion, and he blew a raspberry.

"No I don't!" he scoffed, with a quiet burp. You started laughing louder, your own legs almost giving out. Pippin started laughing with you cluelessly. After a moment of laughing and drunken arguing, Pippin finally gave in, and decided to come sleep at your house. You turned to look at Merry to give him the update on the situation, but he was still fumbling with his pipe. You sat Pippin down on the bench, told him to not fall asleep, and with shaky steps you made your way to Merry. As you reached him, he finally realized how the pipe works and placed it on his lips; and started smoking it without lighting up the pipe.

"Come on," you laughed and took his pipe away, to which Merry responded by smiling at you unbothered, eyes half-open. With some effort, you eventually got Pippin back up as well.

The three of you made your way to Bag End, and got inside before the rain started. The rain was so gentle, you could not hear it inside, as it was watering the green grass of Hobbiton. Pippin flailed his arm at Frodo, who had woken up to the sounds of the coat rack falling down, and to Merry's failed attempt to muffle his laughter. Pippin stumbled his way to the kitchen, and he laid down on the wide kitchen bench, curling up into a fetal position. It took less than ten seconds from when his head hit the bench, that you started hearing snoring. Frodo had gone to bed when he saw the three of you in your intoxicated states, as he was already very familiar with the reckless behavior you brought out in each other. This left you in charge of everything.

You covered Pippin with a felt-blanket, and despite being completely out of it, he pulled it over his head and curled up into a ball. Your heart felt full, knowing your friend was safe and comfortable, so you made your way back to Merry.

"I don't understand how this works anymore," Merry said, once again holding his pipe in his mouth, trying to smoke it. As you sat down next to him on the couch, you took the pipe out of his mouth and poked him on the nose clumsily.

"You're supposed to light it you idiot," you said, which made Merry howl with laughter. Merry was very intrigued by pipe-weed, and had been for a long time. As he was a regular smoker, forgetting such a simple thing made his drunken state finally obvious to his fuzzy-feeling brain. You laughed with him for a long while, before you finally asked him a more serious question.

"Merry, was that really all it was with Estella?" you asked, playing with the soft ends of your curls.

"In all honesty? No, it was not," he responded. You stopped twirling the hair around your fingers, and stared at the orange flames, burning in the fireplace in front of you. "We actually talked about you."

You turned your gaze up to look at him, and he looked down at you.

"What?" you asked, puzzled. "What did you talk about?"

"It was nothing," Merry said after a long pause, as he was playing with your hair. You wanted to push this conversation forward, but somehow you got nervous, and decided to change the subject. Normally you would have pushed Merry for the truth, but this time you were anxious of what he might have said - or what she might have said. As you still had your eyes locked on Merry's, you realized you had been laying in his arms for probably at least ten minutes. Yet, his fingers playing with your curls and his hand brushing through your hair felt too comfortable; so you decided not to move.

"I lost to Pippin," you said, pressing your cheek against his chest, the softness of his shirt caressing your skin.

"What?" Merry chuckled, two of his fingers twirling your hair around.

"At an eating contest," you slurred, finding it hard to keep your eyes open. "I need to step up my game. I keep losing."

"Pip and I are gluttons, you know that!" Merry snickered, his fingertips tenderly caressing your hair and scalp. The way he touched you made you feel warm inside, and your heart felt like it was beating faster than it usually did when the two of you were close to each other - but maybe it was the alcohol?

You explained to Merry in detail; and in a way that made no sense whatsoever, how you losing eating contests was bad for your reputation. Merry in his turn answered to you in detail how you had no reputation as an eating contestant or anything of the sort, but the alcohol-driven conversation led nowhere. Before you even noticed, you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore.

There was a loud knock on the door that startled you. Your eyes flashed open, and your heart skipped a beat from being woken up so suddenly. You could hear the quiet footsteps of your brother as he made his way to the front door. It was drizzling outside, and the fire had gone out at some point during the night, leaving only grey ashes in the fireplace.

Your head was throbbing a little, and as you lifted your hand to massage your forehead, Merry let out a grunt in his sleep. You paused, and realized you had fallen asleep in his arms. Merry was resting his head against his fist, as he had propped himself on his elbow. He was in a sitting position, and your side was on his lap. His other arm was lightly wrapped around you, and you had rested your head against him all night. Merry looked peaceful, but with every slow movement you made, his brows furrowed and you feared you might wake him up.

Frodo walked back inside with some mail, as someone had decided to provide him with a letter personally. As he walked past the couch, you two locked eyes and he gave you a questionable look. He flailed the letter in his hand, and with a smirk he gestured to you to come to the kitchen. You nodded, and slowly made your way out of Merry's arms. Merry groaned softly in his sleep, smacking his lips as you got up.

"Do you want tea?" Frodo asked, handing over the letter to you. You shook your head, pressing your forehead with the palm of your hand. You looked at the letter, and it was assigned to both you and Frodo. It was from Merry's parents.

"I'm guessing this is about me moving to Brandy Hall," you mumbled, taking a seat, accidentally sitting on Pippin's feet. You had not noticed he was still sleeping there, and he grunted loudly at you. He curled up into a smaller ball under his blanket, dozing off again. Amused by Pippin, you momentarily forgot about opening the letter.

"Are you going to read it?" Frodo asked. You snapped back to reality, and opened the letter.

Dear Bagginses,

It is sad to hear about your decision to sell your beloved home. Bag End is truly a wonderful place, and I am sure you are proud to have had it to call your home.

Frodo, you told us about your sister being a suitable candidate for the job opening we have, and more than that, you have told us she is the most magnicifent Hobbit to live with, and that she would be a good person to add to our home.

As Merry probably has already told you, we have already made the room ready for her, and are more than happy to have her move in here when the time comes.

Miss Baggins, you are more than welcome into our home, and we are very excited to see a friend of our son's here, hopefully also keeping him out of trouble for some time (unlike a Took might)!

We hope you make your way here soon, as we have many projects we would love your help with.

Please, let us know as soon as possible. You may use our son as the messenger.

Sincerely,

Esmeralda and Saradoc Brandybuck

Ps. Is there any chance you could bring your art supplies with you? We would love to have some of your charcoal work in the library. Merry has talked to us about your talent plenty.

You sighed as you finished reading the letter, and handed it over to your brother. He read it with a satisfied smile, and drank his tea in silence.

"I suppose I really am moving to Brandy Hall," you said, resting your head on the table, hoping to relieve the ache. Your throat felt dry, and you were desperate for water; yet too tired to drink any. "I knew I was going to move and I knew this was already settled, but having this official letter about it..."

"I know," Frodo said compassionately. You did not see his face, but you could feel him smirking. "But look at the bright side: you get to cuddle up with Merry like that so much more often."

"We're just friends," you grunted. You did not look up, but you could sense the smug smile on your brother's face.

All of Hobbiton was talking about Frodo's decision to sell Bag End. Many Hobbits had a theory that Frodo had run out of money, since he was selling your home at a low price; and to the Sackville-Bagginses. Others thought it was a plot put together by Gandalf, who had suddenly left the Shire, after staying in Bag End for two months. Only if they had known just how right they were.

You were sitting among some of your stuff in the carriage. You were reading Merry's first draft of the first pages of his book about pipe-weed, leaning uncomfortably against some of the furniture you had decided to take with you to your new residence. Merry had brought one of his ponies, and was helping you with your move. Frodo's move was still a couple of months away, but you had agreed to start working for Merry's parents. The move had come rather quickly, even though Frodo had warned you about it a couple of times already. You didn't know if you'd see him again for many years, though you hoped you'd get to have tea with him when he arrived in Buckland as well.

"Are you alright back there?" Merry asked, glancing at you over his shoulder. You nodded, and kept reading his observations and knowledge on Old Toby.

You placed the jewellry box on your desk, and fidgeted with the hem of your dress. Everything was now set in your new room; in your new home. The room was quite small and cozy, one of the walls painted light-yellow (because Merry had told his parents it was one of your favorite colors) and everything else was new, but your desk, chair, bed and the other belongings you brought, such as your art supplies, jewellry, clothing and a few mugs and teacups.

"So, how do you like it?" asked Esmeralda. You turned around to look her in the eye, and gave her a faint, slightly upset smile.

"I like it," you responded, truthfully, but you already missed Bag End and your brother.

"Make yourself at home," said Merry's mother, and placed a small box on your new dresser. It was wrapped in light blue paper, and a small bow was decorating the top of it. "Here's a welcoming gift. I will get back to work now. And don't you worry about working yet, dear. We won't have you start until next week."

"Thank you, Mrs. Brandybuck."

"You can call me Esmeralda," she smiled, and closed the door behind her as she excited your room. You took a deep breath, and hopped on your bed, onto the new cotton covers they had bought for you. It was comfortable, and a piece of home. You closed your eyes, and imagined being back in Bag End, laying in your old room, waiting for Uncle Bilbo to come and sit by your bed to tell you about his adventures. It was the end of June, and the room was warm and filled with sunlight. You forgot about the present Esmeralda had just given you. In a few short minutes, there was a knock on your door.

"May I come in?" said Merry, his voice muffled by the round door.

"Yeah," you responded in a sigh.

Merry entered the room, the door creaking. You still had your eyes closed, and Merry looked at you with concern, yet with a big smile on his face. He walked around your room, observing all the little trinkets you had put out. A small frog shaped pot for plants you had created as a wee Hobbit, the daisy brooch he and his mother had gotten you for your thirty-third birthday, a small wooden statue of a bunny, and a small bell your Uncle Bilbo had left you as a present when he disappeared on his 111th birthday. Merry noticed the charcoal drawing you had made of him months ago, and he smiled fondly as he stared at it.

"How do you feel?" he asked, sitting by your side. You were still laying on your back, eyes shut. You shrug your shoulders, and exhaled loudly. Merry smiled compassionately, and poked your shoulder. You looked at him with sad eyes, showing the longing you had for your room in Bag End. Merry stood up. "Get up."

"Do I have to?" you asked, already sitting up. Merry offered you his hand, and he pulled you out of the comfort of your own bed. "What do you have in mind?"

"I will show you around some of my favorite spots outside. I'll show you the places where you can read peacefully, and where you can do your art without anyone bothering you. My mother can be a little bit intrusive sometimes, so she might be knocking on your door often enough. It's good to have a place for yourself. I know it's important to you."

His hand lingered on yours for a little while longer, before he let go and guided your way outside. The halls of your new home were long, and there were several rooms on every side, and many new hallways around what felt like after every corner.

There were once again rain clouds in sight, but they were gladly still far off. Merry showed you a few quiet corners near the house, a spot by the Brandywine river, and a large tree to which he climbed up to smoke a pipe if he wanted a moment of peace. The two of you climbed the tree. Its trunk was massive and strong, the branches spread wide and grew close to each other, making it a perfect place to sit down and relax. The higher you climbed, the closer the branches were to each other. You sat comfortably on a branch so thick it was larger than your bottom. You could see quite far from between the leaves and branches, and Merry pointed to different directions, explaining the surroundings and the history of Buckland to you. With eagerness you listened, and for a moment you forgot how much you missed Hobbiton.

"Towards that direction is the village of Bree, but it's quite far away. I have been there a few times, and the folk there are friendly, but some are quite odd," explained Merry, pointing to the distance. You listened to his enthusiastic explanations of the adventures he had had with Pippin around Buckland, and described to you in detail about growing up in Brandy Hall. As his face was turned away, you couldn't help but stare at his button nose. His blue eyes were sparkling as he told you about his fondest childhood memories, and you could see his cheeks and ears get slightly pink when you locked eyes with him for a moment longer.

"I really liked what you wrote," you said, when the conversation had turned into Merry's interests. "I find your interest in pipe-weed fascinating and quite endearing."

"You do?" he responded, the color of red on his cheeks deepening.

"Yes. I think it has potential. Overall, I think you're a talented writer. I hope you decide to finish the book someday."

Merry smiled, his blushing intensifying. You felt the tips of your ears heat up as you kept staring at each other, and you turned your face away as you couldn't take it anymore. The tips of your pinkies were softly touching as you sat on the large branch together, and you felt your heart rate jump up.

"Caketeas," Merry said suddenly, and your gaze shifted back to him.

"What?" you chuckled, and Merry opened and closed his mouth rapidly.

"I- pancakes," Merry said, tripping over his words. "Pancakes and tea! We have pancakes and tea somewhere in the smaller kitchen near your room."

You smiled, as Melly shook his head in embarrassment. His crush on you started to be more obvious to you day by day, and it seemed that Merry had decided to embrace his feelings, at least for the moment.

"That sounds delicious," you responded, your pinkie twitching on his. A wave of courage suddenly took over you, and you wrapped your pinkie around his finger. Merry turned face away from you nervously. "Should we go?"

"I- yes. I think that's a good idea,” he stuttered.

You let go of him, and made your way down the branches, climbing down at a fast and steady pace. Merry was not far behind you, and there was a loud thump as he hopped down from the tree. You two walked extremely close to each other, your arms brushing against each other on almost every step. You felt nervous, and the tension in the air felt like it was suffocating you. It was new to you, and you started to wonder to yourself; maybe Pippin was right? Maybe there really was something going on with you and Merry; something more than a friendship. Maybe it was not one-sided after all?

You felt a drop of water on your chest, and as you looked up, you realized the rainclouds had finally reached Buckland. Another drop fell on your face - and another. The rain started pouring down, and you squealed as you realized you were out in the open, Brandy Hall barely in sight. Merry let out a startled cry, and took your hand.

"Let's go!" he shouted over the rain, and the two of you started running towards a small shed, maybe 600 feet away. The grass was already soaking wet, and mud was splashing around your legs loudly, Merry's laughter echoing in the air. You giggled as you ran as fast as you could, your hand squeezing Merry's. You were significantly shorter than him, so you were slightly behind him when you reached shelter. You bumped into Merry, and he caught you in his arms so you would not fall down, laughing whole-heartedly when you crashed against him. The rain hit the roof of the shed loudly, partly covering the sounds of your laughter under it.

Merry's arms were softly wrapped around you as the laughter started slowing down. You cleared your throat. Your chest was pressed against his body, and you looked up at him, locking eyes. You felt your face heat up, and the tips of your ears were burning as his gaze pierced you. His eyes shifted from looking into yours in turns, and you could've sworn his gaze traveled to your lips for a split second. Your heart jumped to your throat. He grinned, and let out a small chuckle.

"What?" you asked, smiling back at him, confused.

"Nothing," Merry responded, chuckling more, and his gaze shifted all across the features of your face.

"Just tell me!" you cried, finally getting out of his arms, giving him a friendly and playful push.

"Nothing bad, I swear!" he laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. "It's just your tell."

You narrowed your gaze. You knew he had taken note of your tells, and that he knew what you felt like most of the time. At this moment you weren't sure what you were feeling either, so it seemed ridiculous that he would know.

"Merry!"

Merry laughed, the sound warming up your heart.

"Alright, alright!" he chuckled. He took a deep breath and stepped closer to you. He reached his left hand to the right side of your face, gently caressing your ear, making you blush more. He grinned. "It's just that when you feel joy, your e-"

"Merry!" shouted a female voice from afar, clearly looking for him. Merry still had his hand gently covering your ear, when his mother called for him again. He turned his head to the direction of the voice swiftly.

"It's like I'm a child again," he laughed, moving his hand away and against his side. "She is very caring, you know. Despite being an adult myself, she wants to make sure I get fed properly. Let's go."

Merry started sprinting through the rain, and out of shelter, leaving you clueless of your tells once again.

"Oh come on now!" you shouted as you ran after him. Your face was still burning up. "You can't leave me hanging like this!"

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If Need Be

At this point I don't know if it makes sense to anticipate everything with a brief description of the plot, but for all the possible new readers who will run into this chapter and for some strange reason haven’t seen the previous ones, this is the story of Elva, a half-elf of Mirkwood, leaving with the Fellowship in place of Legolas. The actual tale begins shortly after Gandalf's death, and it all centers around how Elva's presence impacts not only on the mission but on Haldir's life.

In this part, the Fellowship finally leaves Caras Galadhon to resume their Quest.

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In the morning, as they were beginning to pack their slender goods, some Elves went to Haldir’s talan to bring many gifts of food, mostly in the form of very thin cakes, made of a meal that was baked a light brown on the outside and inside was the colour of cream, and a hooded cloak.

"For someone who spends most of his time at the border, you are very popular," Elva commented, after thanking yet another visitor.

"They fear I may not come back, and they tell me that my brothers will be helped in every possible way,” the marchwarden explained. “These are lembas, or waybread, more strengthening than any food made by Men and more pleasant than the cram made in Dale. It must be eaten little at a time, for these things are given to serve when all else fails and will keep sweet for many days, if they’re unbroken and left in their leaf-wrappings.”

“Those are fair garments, though,” Aragorn commented, stroking the light but warm silken fabric, the same the Galadhrim and the court wove. It was hard to say of what colour they were, as they seemed to be grey with the hue of twilight under the trees and yet, if they were moved or set in another light, they were green as shadowed leaves or brown as fallow fields by night; in the dusk, they looked like water under the stars, and even the brooch that fastened them, a green leaf, was veined with silver.

“They must be from the Lady,” guessed their host. “Yet, as you said, they are garments, not armours, and they won’t turn shaft or blade, only serve us well in staying out of the Enemy’s sight.”

"They seem to have done their work so far," Elva said, trying to cheer up the room and hinting that after all his wanderings he was still alive.

"Sure, and a considerable number of blades to the throat were also needed," he replied, after which silence fell, and was maintained as they walked through Caras Galadhon’s empty green streets. In the trees above them, many voices were murmuring and singing, and flashed of barely comprehensible words followed them to the lawn where the other members of the Fellowship waited and down the southward slopes of the hill, to the great gate hung with lamps until the white bridge, after which they took a path that went off into a deep thicket of mallorn trees and passed on, winding through rolling woodlands of silver shadow, leading them ever down, southwards and eastwards, to the shores of the River, laid in a shining lawn of grass studded with golden elanor that glinted in the sun. On the right and west the Silverlode flowed glittering and on the left and east the Great River rolled its broad waters, deep and dark, with woodlands still marching as far as eyes could see on the southwards shores, bleak and bare, as no mallorn lifted its gold-hung boughs beyond the Land of Lorien. On the bank of the Silverlode, at some distance up from the meeting of the streams, there were moored many boats and barges, some brightly painted, shining with silver, gold and green tones, and some either white or grey, like the three that had been prepared for the travellers. Haldir threw some coils of slender but strong rope in each, and Sam went to inspect the workmanship, similar to that of the cloaks they wore.

“They are made of hithlain,” their guide explained, anticipating his question. “Had I known this craft delighted you, I could’ve taught you much, but at the moment I think you’ll have to settle for a theoretical explanation during breaks.”

Sam seemed satisfied by the pact, and went to take his place with Frodo on the boat captained by Aragorn; Boromir thus settled for Merry and Pippin, and Haldir for Elva and Gimli, with whom he had most bonded during their stay in Lothlorien. The boats were moved and steered with short-handled paddles that had broad leaf-shaped blades. When all was ready, their guide led them on a trial up the Silverlode, where the current was swift and they went forward slowly. Sam sat in the bows, clutching the sides, and looking back wistfully to the shore, the sunlight glittering on the water dazzling his eyes. As they passed beyond the green field of the Tongue, the trees drew down to the river’s brink: here and there golden leaves tossed and floated on the rippling stream and the air was very bright and still, bringing only silence except for the high distant song of larks. They turned a sharp bend in the river, and there, sailing proudly down the stream towards them, they saw a swan of great size. The water rippled on either side of the white breast beneath its curving neck and its beak shone like burnished gold, while its eyes glinted like jet set in yellow stones; its huge white wings were half lifted, and suddenly they perceived that it was a ship, wrought and carved with elven-skill in the likeness of a bird. Two elves clad in white steered it with black paddles and in the midst of the vessel sat Celeborn, with his wife behind him, tall and white, a crown of golden flowers in her hair and a harp in her hands. Sand and sweet was the sound of her voice in the cool clear air as she told the story of gold leave shook by the wind. As if the first vision of the Mirror had awakened in Elva an ancient memory that didn’t belonged to her, she too sang of Lorien’s first winter with bare and leafless trees, but she didn’t have the heart to finish, because it spoke of the departure beyond the Sea, of that journey that tasted like defeat and she could never face, even if she wanted to. Haldir stayed his boat as the Swan-ship drew alongside, so the Lady could tell them she had come to bid their last farewell and to speed their boats with blessings from her land. The half-elf wasn’t quite sure their intentions were that noble, but she said nothing, and ate lunch with the royals on the grass, as Celeborn suggested, speaking again of their journey.

“As you go down the water,” said the Lord, “you’ll find that the trees will fail, and you’ll come to a barren country. There the River flows in stony vales amid high moors, until at last after many leagues come the sheep shores of the tall island of Tindrock, that we call Tol Brandir. With great noise and smoke, the waters fall over the cataracts of Rauros down into the Nindalf, the Wetwang, as it’s called in your tongue.; that is a wide region of sluggish fen, where the stream becomes tortuous and much divided and the Entwash flows in by many mouths from the Forest of Fangorn in the west. About that stream, on this side of the Great River, lies Rohan, while on the further side are the bleak hills of the Emyn Muil. The wind blows from the East there, for they look out over the Dead Marshes and the Noman-lands to Cirith Gorgor and the black gates of Mordor. Boromir, and any that go with him seeking Minas Tirith, will do well to leave the Great River above Rauros and cross the Entwash before it finds the marshes. Yet they shouldn’t go too far up that stream, nor risk becoming entangled in the Forest of Fangorn, a strange, little known land, but doubtless, you don’t need this warning.”

“Indeed we have heard of Fangorn in Minas Tirith,” replied the person most concerned. “But what I’ve heard seems to me for the most part old wives’ tales, such as we tell to our children. All that lies north to Rohan is now to us so far away that fancy can wander freely there, but it’s now many lives of men since any of us visited it to prove or disprove the legends that have come down from distant years. Anyway, I have myself been at whiles in Rohan, but I’ve never crossed it northwards, although, when I was sent out as a messenger, I passed through the Gap by the skirts of the White Mountains, and crossed the Isen and the Greyflood into Northerland. A long and wearisome journey it was, four hundred leagues I reckoned it, and it took me many months, for I lost my horse at Tharbad, at the fording of the Greyflood. After that and the road I have trodden with this Company, I don’t much doubt I shall find a way through Rohan, and Fangorn too, if need be.”

“Then I need say no more!” exclaimed Celeborn. “But don’t despise the lore that has come down from distant years, for oft it may chance that old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know.”

At those advice, Galadriel rose from the grass and taking a cup from one of her maidens she filled it with white mead and gave it to her husband.

“Now it’s time to drink for our farewell,” she said, and when they had all done as she commanded, chairs were set for her and Celeborn. For a while she looked upon her guests, but at last, she called each in turn, offering them gifts, starting from Aragorn, whom she addressed as the leader of the Fellowship, giving him a great stone clear green in colour, set in a silver brooch that was wrought in the likeness of an eagle with outspread wings.

“This was left in my care to be given to you, should you pass through this land; I gave it to my daughter Celebrian and she gave it to hers, and now it comes to you as a token of hope. In this hour take the name that was foretold for you, Elessar, the Elfstone of the House of Elendil!”

Aragorn took the stone and pinned the brooch upon his breast, and those who saw him wondered how they hadn’t noticed before how tall and kingly he stood: “For the gift that you have given me I thank you, Lady of Lorien of whom were sprung Celebrian and Arwen Evenstar. What praise could I say more?”

The Lady bowed her head, and she turned to Boromir, giving him a belt of gold, similar to the silver ones Merry and Pippin received; to Elva, she gave a bow such as the Galadhrim used, longer and stouter than the bows of Mirkwood, and strung with a string of elf-hair. With it went a quiver of arrows, while Sam received no weapons or wealth, but only a little box of plain grey wood, unadorned save for a single silver rune upon the lid, filled with earth from Galadriel’s orchard: “It won’t defend you against any peril, but if you keep it and see your home again at last, then perhaps it may reward you. Though you should find all barren and laid waste, there will be few gardens in Middle-earth that will bloom like yours, then you may remember Galadriel, and catch a glimpse far off of Lorien, that you have seen only in our Winter, for our Spring and our Summer are gone by, and they will never be seen on earth again save in memory.”

Sam went red to the ears and muttered something inaudible, as he clutched the box and bowed as well as he could.

“And what gift would a Dwarf ask of the Elves? ” said Galadriel, turning to Gimli.

“It’s enough for me to have seen the Lady of the Galadhrim, and to have heard her gentle words,” he replied, courteous.

“Hear all ye Elves!” she cried to those around her. “Let none say again that Dwarves are grasping and ungracious! Yet surely you desire something that I could give? Name it, I bid you! You shall not be the only guest without a gift.”

“There’s nothing, Lady Galadriel,” said Gimli, bowing low and stammering. “Nothing, unless it might be permitted to name a single strand of your hair, which surpasses the gold of the earth as the stars surpass the gems of the mine. I don’t ask for such a gift, but you commanded me to name my desire.”

The Elves stirred and murmured with astonishment, and Celeborn gazed at the Dwarf in wonder, but the Lady smiled. “It’s said that the skill of the Dwarves is in their hands rather than in their tongues, yet that is untrue of Gimli,” she said. “And how shall I refuse, since I commanded you to speak? But tell me, what would you do with such a gift?”

“Treasure it, Lady” he answered, “in memory of your words to me at our first meeting. And if ever I return to the smithies of my home, it shall be set in imperishable crystal to be an heirloom of my house, and a pledge of good will between the Mountain and the Wood until the end of days.”

So the Lady unbraided one of her long tresses, cut off three golden hairs and laid them in Gimli’s hand: “These words shall go with the gift: I don’t foretell, for all foretelling is now vain with darkness lying on one hand and only hope in the other, but if hope shouldn’t fail, then I say to you that you hands shall flow with gold, and yet over you gold shall have no dominion.”

Then she addressed Frodo, and gave him a small crystal phial, glittering with rays of white light from the Earendil’s star as she moved it: “May it guide you in dark places, when all other lights go out.”

Lastly, she looked at Haldir, giving him a sheath made to fit his sword, overlaid with a tracery of flowers and leaves wrought of silver and gold: “The blade drawn from this sheath shall not be stained or broken even in defeat,” she said, leading Elva to question again what their guide might’ve seen in the Mirror. Were those words a hidden condemnation? She couldn’t know, and after the gift that had been given to her, she couldn’t ask too. Haldir bowed, but found no words to say, so the Lady arose, and the yellow noon laid on the green land of the Tongue accompanied their last farewell, for so it seemed to them that Lorien was slipping backward, like a bright ship with enchanted trees, sailing on to forgotten shores, while they sat helpless upon the margin of the grey and leafless world.

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