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luna-redamancy · 1 year

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Hiya dearie! So glad you’re feeling better <3

Could you please do a pippin x female hobbit reader? Perhaps one where they’ve been friends since childhood and he decides to tell her he loves her? I’ve seen your other fantastic Pippin fics and I love them, you capture his personality so well 🥹 have a lovely day! x

Hello, my dearest Nonnie!! Thank you! I'm so happy to be feeling better. I hope you enjoy this, I enjoyed writing it for sure!

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“Pippin!!” His name fell from your lips in a screech before you dissolved into laughter, the two of you were baking but that quickly turned into a playful flour-throwing match. You were covered- flour in your hair, on your face, all over your dress and apron, not to mention your counters.

“You started it!”

“Did not!” You refuted with mock rage, the grin on your face giving you away as the poor mixing bowl sat half empty now, tipped on it’s side with the contents now over the counter. Your hand was fisted, flour and chocolate chips gripped and ready to be thrown.

“You so did too–” Before he could get another word, flour was thrown, some getting into his mouth but most of it erupting on his face.

He went silent, eerily so and for a moment you thought he was upset before he chuckled, wiping some of the flour away.

“You’re going to get it,” He playfully threatened, lunging for you to which you dodged and skirted around the island counter, fleeing into the den with a cackle erupting from your throat as you felt him gaining on you.

A surprised yelp left your throat as suddenly you were pulled back by the waist the two of you crashing to the floor with an ‘oof’, the two of you erupting into more laughter. “Now that was uncalled for, Pip,” You laughed as he hovered over you, having thrust his arms out to avoid fully landing on you.

“Pip?” You looked up at him as he seemed frozen, staring down at you with a look you couldn’t decipher.

In this moment, Pippin felt like time had halted. Your eyes were gleaming with a happy glint, your hair - albeit covered in flour - looked perfect in the sunlight from the setting sun, your lips stretched into a grin making your soft plump cheeks more pronounced.

“Pippin? What’s wrong?”

“(Y/n),” He breathed out, almost like your name was a prayer he recited every time he needed strength. Pippin gulped, his throat suddenly dry.

“Pippin?” Your face was etched with worry now, and he knew he had to say something before you grew more concerned-

“I love you, so so much,” Pippin suddenly declared, feeling heat rise to his cheeks as your eyes widened.

“W…What?” You felt like you needed to check to see if there was water in your ears because surely he didn’t mean to say that.

“I love you, (Y/n), I always have, ever since we hid in Farmer Maggot’s field from your uncle after we-”

“-Stole his pipe and filled it with hay,” You finished, your expression softening.

“Oh Pip… I love you too,”

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blueberryrock · 1 year

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An Inquisitive Took

A/N hmph i can't find a good Christmas gif for this fic, oh well, merry late Christmas @starryeyedrogue!!! I meant to post this to tumblr yesterday but oh well, i hope you enjoy it again lmao 😏

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"Thank you for helping me out with these Frodo," Y/N says with a small huff as she sets down a small dusty chest on the wooden floors of her house. Watching as her new cousin sets a larger and dustier chest down beside hers. "Is it weird that I am nervous about our first Christmas together?"

"Well it will be your first Christmas together as a married couple," Frodo corrects as he wipes his brow. "Have you gotten him anything?"

"Yes actually," Y/N sighs, bending down to unlock the small chest she was carrying. "I have a gotten them a few hours ago but Pippin won't stop pestering me for them the whole week."

"Ah yes," Frodo hums as he watches Y/N open the small chest. "He does live up to his title as the inquisitive Took, you know."

"No need to remind me," Y/N huffs as she opens the small chest, cringing at its squeaky hinges. "His birthdays are a nightmare, but alas it is worth it to see how his face lights up after opening his gifts."

"Well if you ever need any help or a safe space to hide the presents,” Frodo says with a small smile, watching as Y/N pulls out a striped red and green knitted stocking with a large golden embroidered ‘P’. “I have plenty of space.”

Y/N hums as she lays the stocking on the floor next to her. “Thank you, my friend,” Y/N mutters as she pulls out another matching stocking with a large golden letter with the same letter as her name. “But I should be fine, I just have to be crafty with my hiding spots, you don’t think he will look behind the squashes in our pantry will he?”

“Knowing him,” Frodo sighs as he crosses his arms. “He won’t look behind them, just do not hide them behind the potatoes.”

“Good, good, hopefully when he is out with Merry today I can wrap them,” Y/N mutters, sitting back on her knees to look up at her cousin-in-law. “Well, I believe we can handle the decorations here.”

“Sounds good, be sure to head to Baggend with Pippin later tonight,” Frodo hums as he turns towards the front door. “You both have been invited for dinner by Bilbo.”

“Tell him that we will be there!” Y/N calls out before Frodo closes the front door behind him. After pulling most of the decorations out, Y/N piles them neatly on the floors of the large living room.

Standing to her feet, Y/N stretches her back with a quiet groan before she wipes off the dust on her dress. Turning her head to the left, Y/N spares a glance at the small clock resting on the living room's large fireplace mantle. It was only a quarter till four, and if Y/N remembers anything from last year, Pippin will be out for at least another hour or two, giving Y/N plenty of time to wrap his presents.

"Y/N!" Pippin's cheerful voice rings through the house, making Y/N scramble to her feet. "I have the tree that you asked for!"

"That's wonderful love!" Y/N half-heartedly replies, trying to hide her growing panic as she looks down at the barely wrapped presents at her feet, wondering where she can quickly stash them.

"Merry had to–ugh–help me carry it a-all the way up here you know," Pippin grunts as the sound of rustling tree branches grows louder. Y/N chews on her bottom lip as she looks around the living room, she had thought he would be out for much longer so now she has to improvise.

Her eyes land on a large blanket lazily draped across her reading chair by the fireplace. As Y/N's fingers sink into the blanket's soft fibers, she tosses it over the wrapping supplies and Pippin's presents. "At least it didn't take me all day like last year you know?" Pippin says, rambling on as he continues to drag the tree closer and closer towards the living room…towards his presents.

“Yes, yes,” Y/N says dismissively as she continues to look over the blanket to make sure nothing is peaking out. “I am so glad you got home early.”

“Now we can put up the decorations early!” Pippin exclaims, a smile grows on Y/N’s lips as Pippin turns the corner into the living room. His hair sticks out from the hat she had to wrestle him to put on and his cheeks are red from under his small scarf, which Y/N chalks up from dragging the large tree that she can see behind him.

“Yes,” Y/N replies with a simple nod, earning herself a confused look from Pippin. “And I can’t wait!”

“Y/N are you okay?” Pippin asks as he sets the trunk of the tree he was dragging onto the floor beside him. “You seem off?”

“What? No, I’m fine,” Y/N says quickly, hoping to shut down any more of his questions before he notices the blanket behind her. “Just umm, just happy that we’ll be able to spend our first Christmas together,” Y/N adds as she pushes some of the blanket away from her foot. “W-why don’t you change into less layers perhaps and we can put the tree up?”

Pippin watches her carefully before taking his hat off with a slight shrug, a small snort leaves Y/N at the sight of his unruly hair. “Remind to never wear a hat again,” Pippin mutters as he runs a hand through his messy curls before turning to walk out of the living room.

Y/N waits, listening to Pippin’s fading footsteps, before whipping around to look at the hidden presents. Grabbing some of the thick blanket in hand, Y/N carefully peels it off in order to not disturb the presents underneath. Once she sees both gifts, Y/N quickly scoops them up in her free hand before tossing the blanket back onto the reading chair.

Not wanting to drop either gift onto the unforgiving floor, Y/N carefully cradles the presents carefully in both hands as she quickly leaves the living room. Turning her head to look down the hallway that (after a few turns) leads to their bedroom, Y/N quickly decides to head down the other way towards the main entrance and more importantly the pantry. As Y/N starts to make her way down the hall, past the main entrance, she fails to hear Pippin sneaking out of their room and following her down the hall.

“Where are you going?” Y/N jumps at the sudden sound of Pippin’s voice behind her, a grimace grows on her face as she looks down at the gifts she holds in her hands. “Were we going to put up the tree or…”

Turning on her heels, Y/N was grateful for the gifts small size as she hid them behind her back. “Oh yes of course,” she replies with a smile. “I was just umm…just…”

Pippin watches her with curiosity as his gaze then moves to her hands or lack thereof. “You’re hidin’ something aren’t you?” a large grin spreads across his face at his realization. “Let me see!”

Y/N opens her mouth to tell him that she has nothing in her hands but she knows that he won’t stop pressing until she gives him proof of empty hands. “Yes I do have something for you,” she says with a sigh as Pippin starts bouncing in excitement. “But! It is for Christmas, so as much as I would love to give them to you, you must kno-”

“Them?!” Pippin asks excitedly, stretching to stand on his tiptoes to try and look over Y/N’s back.

“Pippin!” Y/N exclaims, quickly regaining her husband’s attention. “Yes, there are two gifts in my hands, now I want you to go back to the living room and wait patiently.” A deep frown grows on Pippin’s face as he studies Y/N, wondering if she’s being serious until she starts shifting the gifts behind her back to grab his shoulder and turn him around. “Now shoo! I must hide these!”

With a little nudge, Pippin’s shoulders droop as he shuffles back down the hall to the living room. Y/N watches him turn the corner and then swiftly turns around to continue to head down the hall towards the pantry. After shoving the small gifts carefully behind a large sack of squashes in the very back of their pantry, satisfied with her work Y/N nods before deciding to grab a small tray of rolls as she exits the pantry.

Humming a soft tune, Y/N quickly makes her way back to where she knows Pippin is waiting for her. “I thought rolls would go great with decorating,” Y/N says as she turns into the living room, finding Pippin had already got the tree standing.

“Great idea love,” Pippin says with a soft smile, making a soft blush grow on Y/N’s face as she crosses the short distance between them to hold out the small tree. “I have already put the skirt on if you want to grab the first box of ornaments?” he says as he takes the biggest roll and shoves it all into his mouth.

A small giggle escapes Y/N as Pippin tries not to choke on the roll. Setting the small tray on the arm of the reading chair, Y/N grabs one of the boxes of ornaments she found in the chests earlier and drags it right over to Pippin. "Thamks dear," Pippin says around the large roll as he pulls out a small silver ornament. "I'm glab to hase some help thiss year."

"Swallow your food Pippin," Y/N hums as she carefully pulls out a large red and silver ornament and places it near the bottom of the tree.

"Ah yes," Pippin replies as he quickly finishes the last of his bread roll. "I'm glad to finally have some help this year ya know! Last year all my cousins left me to do all the decorating!”

“Well I’m sure none of them could decorate a tree half as well as you,” Y/N says, bending down to take out another ornament, finding the box to be half empty already. “Or as fast as you too.”

“Thank you Y/N,” Pippin mumbles as nothing but the sound of the crackling fire and the soft sound of rustling branches fills the room. As Y/N grabs the last delicate ornament in the crate, she takes a few steps back to look at the half-covered tree before glancing over at Pippin. A warm smile spreads across her face as she watches her husband fiddling with a star-shaped ornament.

“I shall grant you one question,” Y/N says, handing him the ornament in her hands. “But no more that.” She can feel the excitement radiating off of the Took as he takes the ornament carefully from her hands.

“One question?” Pippin hums as he walks around the tall tree to find the perfect spot for the ornament. “That’s no fun.”

“Mmmm well you better hurry up before I change my mind,” Y/N quips, turning to find the other half of their ornaments.

“Fine, fine,” Pippin huffs quietly. “How big are they? Ooooh, are they food?”

“That was two questions Pip,” Y/N softly laughs as she drags the other crate to the tree. “But no they’re not food, and they can fit in both hands….I think.” Y/N looks down at her hands, quickly remembering the size and smoothness of the gifts. “Definitely palm-sized.”

“Hmmm they’re palm-sized but not food,” Pippin mutters as he stretches to put a small ornament near the very top of the tree.

Y/N scrunches her nose softly before plucking another large ornament out of the crate. “Why does it sound like you’re guessing?” She asks, shooting him a slight glare which earns her a mischievous smile.

“Well,” Pippin starts with a grin. “Guessing is fun….is it a book?”

“I said you get two questions Took,” Y/N sighs as she crosses her arms across her chest. “But no it is not a book.”

“What about a….”

“Pippin….”

“A stone statue? Well, statues?” A frown grows on Y/N’s name at how close his guess is, surely he won’t guess wood carving. “I got close didn’t I?” He asks with a sly grin just before he gets a small smack to his shoulder.

“Maybe…” Y/N sighs. “But also not at all, so stop guessing!"

"Ah, but if I'm close, that only means I should continue." That earns Pippin a scowl from Y/N, which he just laughs off.

"I am going to throw something at you Pippin," Y/N says with a frown, turning to look at the rolls resting on the reading chair.

“You wouldn’t,” Pippin says, glaring at Y/N as he steps away from the tree in case she does decide to throw something his way. “Especially if I get really close to the tree.”

Y/N snaps her gaze back to her husband as he carefully takes a few steps back until some of the tree’s branches are poking through his hair. “Hmph,” Y/N frowns. “Just be careful not to knock over the tree Pippin.” She adds with a small sigh as she bends down to grab another ornament.

“Can I ask just one more question?” Pippin asks as he slides up next to her, brushing his hand against hers.

“Hmmmm maybe,” Y/N hums, a small smile growing on her lips as she slowly inches closer. “Only if you give me something in return.”

“What’d that be?”

“A kiss,” Y/N grins as she sees a slight blush creeping up Pippin’s cheeks.

“Anything for you love.”

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shirefantasies · 2 months

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The Hobbits With a F!Human Crush

Definitely not the last of this concept you’ll see from me 😉 Tagging @possibly-in-wonderland along with my usual list @kilibaggins @fuckyoumakeart @lokilover476 | let me know if you wanna join!

Frodo

✧ You serve as a living, breathing symbol of his curiosity, his desire for knowledge and exploration, something new that he wants so badly it all but takes the breath from him.

✧ The way you fall in love with Bag End, unbothered, no, charmed, by the quaint yet elegant hobbit hole as your eyes light up has Frodo’s heart doing somersaults. “You like it?” “Like it? Why, Frodo, you are as lucky as anyone! I wish I lived here!” He’s a bit too shy to say it, but a little voice peeking from the corners of Frodo’s mind says that that could be arranged.

✧ You’ve been places he could only dream of, and he wants to hear every story, enraptured with a hand upon his chin and blue eyes wide at your every word.

✧ Whenever you bend down to whisper in his ear, his entire mind shuts down and a smile creeps across his lips like you’ve never seen before.

✧ Flushes brightly when you pull him protectively against your chest, but enjoys the dangerous race of his heart at your hand upon him more than he would have thought possible.

✧ And when you first kiss him, giving him that gentle but still quite strong tug up into your lips at his confession and tangling your fingers in his dark hair, it's like his chest is about to explode.

Sam

✧ A bit down on yourself thinking someone like you wouldn’t like someone like him, at least not like that.

✧ Regardless, it changes not his kindness and devotion towards you. Despite your size difference, Sam is the one to step forward between you and danger, throwing an arm across from you and not registering or sharing in your amusement until the threat is neutralized.

✧ His heart practically slammed out of his chest when he told you about all the rabbits in the Shire, including one couple he’d seen where the male was with a much larger female. “That’s so cute,” you’d remarked, a hand idly brushing his arm as it lowered, “I love that.” Sam could hardly speak for the next minute or so.

✧ You asked him once if people remind him of flowers or if that's just you, and without even thinking Sam said sunflowers. Not only because of their height, he replies with a blush after you tease him, but the way they bring joy to all who see them and everybody wants them around.

✧ Trips over his words when you focus your gaze down upon him, suddenly feeling warm beneath the intent stare.

✧ And when you take his hand, looking him right in the eyes again as you tell him just how much he means to you, why he snaps completely, pulling up to his full height to connect your lips.

Merry

✧ He takes you, quite frankly, as a challenge- not one given in scorn, but as the rush of the latest charge or act of mischief, the exhilaration of risking oneself for moments of the greatest good.

✧ Bold as he is, Merry isn't afraid to let you know how beautiful he thinks you are, calling you fair and strong and every compliment in the book to cheer you up and bolster your courage.

✧ Attempts to prove himself to you thrill him, too, the way you take him on as an equal to spar and spend your time teaching him. The way you let him overtake you, standing over you with triumph and giving a smirk that runs a shiver down his spine.

✧ He goes to you first for things; in his eyes you can do anything and he trusts you to take his concerns seriously. It could be something small like a question or repair or a a heavier matter like a deep discussion, but whatever it is it will be with you.

✧ Makes up the occasional tall tale about his prowess back home, making himself out to be quite the hero or his home a far more fantastical place. Just to see what you believe. Even though you giggle at his mock-heroic deeds and teasingly debunk his tales, you make it clear in your treatment of him that you do believe he can do anything.

✧ Shock blooms across your face and thrums in your heart at the wince cutting Merry’s face when he accidentally confesses his feelings to you, but it is quickly overtaken by a smile as you cup his face in your hands to return his affection and then some.

Pippin

✧ Nothing can tear him from your side, not a word of concern from others, not a single hardship- when his mind is made up, it is made and that is that.

✧ Enjoys climbing up on things or into trees to get to your eye level, leaning closer while he has the opportunity to all but brush noses.

✧ Makes jokes about you having a longer reach or about "back when you were my size", for he is well aware and comfortable with the height difference. Insurmountable as it could be to you, there is no point in denying it and having some fun with it. After all, as much as he is always trying to assist you, he can use your added height as an excuse to ask for help, too!

✧ Unabashedly checks you out, his eyes sliding to you in nearly any moment of idleness; sometimes they are glances of awe, others pure pleasure at your form.

✧ Tells you again and again all the places he’s going to take you: the Green Dragon, a run through Farmer Maggot’s fields, Sam’s garden if he lets you, all at such insistence that the Shire is the greatest place upon the earth that you cannot help believing him and longing for it almost as much as he.

✧ Knowing that he is lost, he is happy simply to love you no matter what, but few times in your life will you see Pippin’s face as alight as the moment between you returning his feelings and the deep first kiss you share.

Bilbo

✧ Now you, my dear, are an adventure. Nothing he ever planned for, imagined, expected, and yet here you are on his proverbial doorstep. With a gulp and a shy smile he takes you in, eyes sliding upward along your form.

✧ Never has he felt this way before and certainly never with a daughter of men, so you'll find his gaze upon you often, studying you almost.

✧ Definitely tries to wow you with his studies of the different cultures of men- with varying success depending on from which region you hail. You cannot help but be charmed at all of Bilbo’s attempts to make you feel at home even in the middle of nowhere.

✧ You will feel like you’ve seen Bag End and met all of Bilbo’s ridiculous relatives with all the stories he shares both silly and beautiful. “I can see why you wish to return,” you tell him, to which he just beams up at you, a new shine in his eyes.

✧ Gets flustered at the ways in which you move to his level, leaning slinkily against a large rock or down further still upon a log to look up at him and meet his gaze with a smile.

✧ All he asks is if you have any interest in settling down, but you cannot help risking things at the sight of Bilbo’s nerves, tentatively answering that you’d love to settle in the Shire and feeling your heart soar at his grin of relief. Unusual, certainly, but then again that is perfect for Bilbo Baggins, is it not?

#lord of the rings #lotr imagines #lotr x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit x reader #frodo #sam #merry #pippin #bilbo #female reader #thank you for sharing in my vision friend 😌

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secretagentsociety · 1 year

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lotr character react to you giving them flower

Lotr character react to you giving them a flower which in your land meant ily but just gandalf knows it

legolas

• oh he will accept it with open heart

• it could honestly be any flowers even some that are considered a weed as long as it is from you he'll love and cherish it nonetheless

• let's say you gave the flower to him when you're alone with him,atleast you thought you're alone with him oh but you really aren't alone with him bcuz somehow good ol gandalf is there

• and gandalf gave you the stare

• when he finds out what it actually meant oh he'll love the flower even more may even give you a flower himself

Aragorn

• he'll be confused by it but he's not so oblivious to the meaning of it,he knew it meant some sort of effection he just doesn't know the extend of it

• he'll tuck the flower in between his belt to show off,when gandalf told him about it and how your people only gave flowers to those you feel strongly about he'll feel a tad bit guilty for not taking care of the flower more

• he doesn't give you a flower but he gave you something of his culture that have the same meaning

Frodo

• will fiddle with it while he stared off and even chewed on the stem of it depending on the flower type

• will he feel guilty once he find out?oh yes he'll find another flower to give you while apologising and he'll look awkward doing so

• you'll have to tell him it's alright or else he'll be very very very upset on himself that partnered with the ring having constantly finding a way to plague his mind is not a good combination

Sam

• he'll BLUSH,lover boy over here would put the flower in a safe area inside the backpack somewhere

•when he loses the backpack in mordor he'll feel guilty abt it

• and when gandalf told him abt the meaning he'll feel even more guilty, Honestly he'll make it up by almost plucking his garden dry of flowers just to apologize

Merry

• will wear it as an ornament somewhere in his body

• may or may not show off to pippin and be like "look i got a flower, where's your flower?oh ya got none?too bad"

• oh when gandalf overheard their little banter he'll come over and be all "oh you're a lucky one merry giving people flowers meant a great deal to y/n's people"

• yes he will show it off even harder now idk how but he will somehow

Pippin

• he will be delighted to receive a flower from you and will hold it in his hands (yes he hold one flower with two hands) while staring at it lovingly

• once gandalf told him abt it i kid you not he will 100% eat it no excuses what type of flower it is he's not a coward he WILL eat the flower

• and he will feel no remorse,his reasoning? "Now your love will forever be bound to me!" He'd say with a cheery voice

• you :"so if i gave you a wooden carving you'll eat it too?" Him : "is it made of acorn wood?"

• for clarifications yes,yes he will eat it too,there is no running from this,he will NOM.

#lotr x you #lotr x reader #reader insert #Lort fanfic #pippin x reader #frodo x reader #sam x reader #legolas x reader #aragorn x reader #merry x reader #fellowship x reader

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television-bodies · 16 days

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it is quite frankly baffling to me that pippin isn’t universally regarded to be one of the best musicals of all time... imagine you’re a musical. you’ve got it all: solely bangers on the soundtrack (simple joys! on the right track! extraordinary!). you’ve got identity crises (many). you’ve got sex. you’ve got patricide. you’ve got LAYERS OF PERFORMANCE — the actors are playing actors who are playing the characters and yes of course all of that is important. you’ve got a protagonist who is borderline insufferable for a lot of the show and is almost always being given terrible advice by the other characters. there’s a SING-ALONG portion in most productions! you, as a show, are using and fucking with the medium of theatre to such a degree that by the time the audience reach the finale everything is so tangled that they might not fully understand it and how unsettling it is until they look back and it hits them and they have to sit down for a while. and still nobody else in my life cares about you? ….😔 how come?

#i hope this gets somebody to give it a try #pippin is one of those things that i am ALWAYS down to talk about #hope you liked my pitch x #pippin #pippin musical

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meteors-lotr · 1 month

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Pippin: I’ve been dropping him the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Merry: Wow. He sounds stupid. Pippin: But he's not. He's really smart actually. Just dense. Merryt: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Pippin: I guess you’re right. Hey Mer, I love you. Merry: See! Just say that! Pippin: Holy fucking shit. Merry: If that flies over his head then, sorry Pip, but he's too dumb for you. Pippin: Merry.

#Gonna be honest with you squad #I don't actually remember if ive already used this quote #Cause I have a vague memory of doing so #But because of how awful Tumblr is at searching I can't find it #So imma use it just in case lol #incorrect quotes #incorrect lotr quotes #incorrect the hobbit quotes #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #merry brandybuck #pippin took #merry x pippin #brandytook

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notinusesworld · 6 months

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“my hero” Frodo x hobbit!reader

synopsis: g!n reader. you have had a crush on frodo for years, but after his sudden disappearance for 13 months, and rumours of war, you eagerly await him coming home. his nickname for you is “bug ”, affectionate but you can imagine something else in its place

warnings: not angst but a little bit emotional, very fluffy, mentions of drinking and being drunk

words: 500-600

Requests are open!

for @mynameisaury

May, 3018

Frodo seems to be acting strange, him and Sam have been acting in secret ever since Gandalf returned to the shire. They have not been as social as they usually are, I worry for them.

February, 3019

They’ve been gone for too long, I hope they are well. I hope that they are just with Bilbo in Rivendell. But after that dark figure invaded the town not long after they’ve left, I fear they may be in danger.

March, 3019

Not a day passes where I don’t think of them. The sky have been dark for longer then usual and rumours of wars out south have reached our ears. As well as rumours that two hobbits have been involved. We do not know where Merry and Pippin are if who they speak of are Sam and Frodo, we previously believed they were all together.

May, 3019

I have heard there is peace now, the king have returned Rohan, people at the Green Dragon Inn are speaking of there being a new ag-

“Dang it!” Your inc spills over your diary, you are unable to finish your entry. You scramble for paper towels to clean up your mess, you manage to salvage the book and didn’t cause much damage to the table beneath you. You sigh and look around, cheers and laughter of hobbits and men are heard thoughout the halls. Defeated, you decide that you have drunk enough tonight and head back home, especially considering the light of day is beginning to peak over the hills.

It may be the alcohol in your system, but the air is fresh and you feel a calm wash over you, the kind of calm you haven’t felt in months. You walk slowly to sink in the sunrise, when suddenly, in the distance, you hear the clattering of horse shoes.

“Frodo!” you run excitedly to the familiar faces, they are dressed in fancy robes, the likes you have never seen before. But you don’t pay much attention to it, focusing on the boy stepping down from his horse opening his arms to you. You pull him into a strong embrace.

“Careful, y/n!” Pippin giggles, “You almost knocked the poor guy over!” The four of them laugh, they continue to ride past you two, giving you both some privacy. You only squeeze him tighter, tears forming slightly in the corner of your eyes, despite your wide smile. He is warm and smells of herbs. You sway slightly in his arms.

He pulls back slightly, putting his hands on your shoulders, you pull out a handkerchief and wipe away the small tears staining your cheeks, “There’s no need to cry, bug.” He coos softly, “I am here again aren’t I?”

“Why were you gone for so long? You worried me sick!” You shakily question him, looking into his big blue eyes, the sparkle and hope he previously had in them only a year ago is missing. He explains to you in short about the ring and how he destroyed it, while showering his friends with praise. He chokes up retelling what he went through, and promises he will go into more detail soon. You are in complete awe, you have the utter most respect for him.

In a moment of your own drunken bravery, you hold the sides of his head and pull him into a soft kiss, he’s stiff at first, but then moves his hands to your waist and deepens it. You both pull away slowly. “You’re the hero you always dreamed of being Frodo.”, you whisper to him, moving your hands to the back of his head.

He pauses for a moment, putting his forehead against yours, “And I hope that from this point forward, I will be yours.” He then moves one of his hands to the small of your back, and places a soft kiss on your forehead as your cheeks turn red.

a/n: i love this boy :’)

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Headcanons for Samwise and Rosie meeting for the first time

I giggled when I saw this. I hope you'll like what I came up with for our sweethearts! 💛

Rosie lived with her family on South Lane, in a farm near Bywater. Her family had always been close to the Gamgees.

Sam was the youngest son of Hamfast Gamgee. He was the gardener of Frodo Baggins.

Everyone knows everybody in a place like Hobbiton. Consequently, Sam and Rosie were familiar with each other's faces long before they exchanged even a simple "good morning".

But that fact didn't make their first encounter any less exciting and nerve wracking.

Sam had always been in pure admiration of Rose Cotton. Her extremely curly hair, her extra puffy dresses... and not to mention the cheerfulness that she emitted while dancing, during the occasional event in the Shire.

He had a huge crash on her and the teasing jokes coming from Merry and Pippin -sometimes even from Mr.Frodo- only fueled his feelings for the young lass.

Unbeknownst to Sam but simultaneously luckily for him, Rosie saw in him a hardworking gentlehobbit. She was always kinder and faster to serve him when he would visit the Green Dragon.

But even with all that in mind, they had never actually met on a personal level.

It happened on a bright spring morning.

Rosie was out to fetch some fresh fish from the market. Sam was on his way to Bilbo's hobbit hole.

Sam's palms began sweating the moment she came in his field of vision.

Rosie's cheeks took a bright pink shade when she laid her eyes on him. One of her hands immediately went to fix her hair a bit.

Sam stuttered a greeting that was thankfully returned.

Rosie knew that the young hobbit was shy, something she found truly adorable, so she decided to take the initiative to ask him about his plans for the day.

Sam took this chance to talk to her with great enthusiasm.

He didn't want to admit it, but he always got jealous when other men talked to her at her work. It would make him feel insecure about his lack of courage to be the one to court her.

Not to insinuate that this was the only reason which made Samwise be so interested in miss Cotton.

Rosie was so lively and she liked flowers... just like he did. She could be a great company, a sun ray to warm up the coldest days of winter. Maybe she was the whole sun, at least in his eyes.

Their small talk wasn't of any importance if you were to view it as an outsider. To them however, it meant the whole world.

They were able to give permission to refer to each other more casually.

Samwise became Sam and Rose became Rosie.

The gardener even mastered up the courage to tell her she dances very gracefully.

Her giggle had made his knees go wobbly.

She returned the compliment in the best way possible...

"I saw how beautiful your peonies have gotten Sam. The whole village is talking about them!"

The goodbye that inevitably followed was awkward, but still sweet. Caution, shyness and eagerness all mixed together in a colourful haze.

A smile so wide it made their cheeks hurt was stuck with them for the rest of that day.

They just had to see each other again...

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tiny-tini-imagines · 7 months

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Hey, I saw your post and just realised you're new here🖤.

I saw that you take requests so I was wondering if you would mind to write some headcanons about the fellowship members and how they would react to a female fighter from our world. (Maybe refuses to wear dresses and is very emancipated) Hope that's understandable & thank you 🖤

Re.: Thank you for your request! Never thought I'd actually get an answer xD. I tried my best and hopefully its what U wanted.

Headcanon Request - Lord of the Rings

incl.: independent female fighter, fellowship

(added: character art, what they would say to them, or about them)

Aragorn:

Respectful: Aragorn recognizes her capabilities and respects her as a fighter, acknowledging her contributions.

Gravitas: He conveys his seriousness through his tone and demeanor, showing her that he considers her an important member of the group.

Empowerment: Aragorn empowers her by entrusting her with important tasks and responsibilities, boosting her confidence.

Guidance: He provides guidance by sharing his extensive knowledge of the world and offering advice on surviving in challenging situations. He's secretly protective (just as he'd be with Arwen)

Comradeship: Aragorn actively involves her in decision-making and treats her as an equal, fostering a sense of unity and camaraderie.

"Your strength and determination are truly remarkable, my friend. In this fellowship, we stand together as equals, comrades bound by a common purpose, and I hold your skills and character in the highest respect."

Legolas:

Curiosity: Legolas' curiosity leads him to engage her in conversations about her world, learning from her experiences and perspectives. (based on reciprocity)

Admiration: He frequently compliments her combat skills and courage, demonstrating his deep respect for her abilities, especially since she's a human

Grace: Legolas appreciates her fluid movements and agility in battle, often complimenting her grace under pressure. (however he always keeps an eye on her, although he knows it's not neccesary

Friendship: Through small gestures like sharing stories (and defending her in battle - if ever needed), he builds a strong and trusting friendship, sometimes showing her how she can do better

Teamwork: Legolas actively collaborates with her during fights, highlighting her importance in their team dynamics.

(same "who can kill more?" competition as with Gimli)

"Your grace in battle is as awe-inspiring as the dance of the leaves in the forest, my friend."

Gimli:

Skepticism: Gimli's skepticism is rooted in his initial doubts about whether she can keep up with the group, which he gradually overcomes. (get's actually impressed by her)

Curiosity: His curiosity about her world leads to lengthy discussions, and they bond over shared interests and differences. (He'd often talk about his folk, and would rave about dwarves)

Loyalty: As she proves herself, Gimli becomes fiercely loyal, actively supporting her decisions. If a man ever appears who doubts her or doesn't take her seriously, he is immediately at her side

Surprising Friendship: Over time, his skepticism turns into a deep and surprising friendship, marked by trust and camaraderie.

Mutual Respect: They both earn each other's respect through their actions, setting aside prejudices and working together effectively.

"Aye, lass, ye've a fire in yer heart that matches the forges of Erebor. I doubted at first, but now I see - ye're a true warrior, fierce and capable, and I'm honored to fight beside ye."

Gandalf:

Wise Mentor: Gandalf recognizes her potential and takes her under his wing, teaching her about the world they traverse and imparting his wisdom.

Guidance: He guides her in decision-making, fostering her growth and helping her adapt to the challenges they face. (However he keeps an watchful eye on her, unsure about her intentions)

Empowerment: Gandalf instills confidence in her abilities, believing that she can contribute significantly to their quest. (Thinking that she might have another point of view/ sees things and details that the others don't notice or think are seemingly unimportant)

Trust: He trusts her judgment, showing it by relying on her insights and respecting her choices.

Strategic Ally: Together, they strategize and plan, viewing each other as indispensable allies in the pursuit of their goals.

"In you, my dear, I see a spark of inner fire, a potential yet untapped. Embrace your strength and let it blaze like a beacon in our dark journey, for you have the power to change the course of this quest."

Boromir:

Initial Skepticism: Boromir is initially skeptical of her abilities and her commitment to their quest, as he worries about her impact on the Fellowship's safety. (Believing they'd have to protect her)

Gradual Trust: Over time, her actions and determination gradually earn Boromir's trust and respect, and he slowly starts to see her as a valuable member of the group.

Protectiveness: Boromir develops a protective attitude towards her, ensuring her safety during dangerous situations (offering to train with her to improve her combat skills, however shes the one to beat him in a battle)

Mutual Respect: As they share the trials of their journey, Boromir and her come to respect each other's strengths, skills, and dedication to their common cause. He'd open up to her (when alone) and talk about Gondor and his fears

"Your strength is undeniable, but in this perilous journey, remember to heed wisdom as well, my friend."

Frodo:

Protective: Frodo feels responsible for her safety and wishes he could protect her in dangerous situations, although it is absolutely not neccesary. He might feel guilty to, however she is quick to sense that and makes sure to tell him, that he should not worry about her

Trust: He trusts her unconditionally, evident in his reliance on her during crucial moments and his openness about his concerns and fears. (He only trusts Gandalf and Sam more, however Aragorn might share the same level of trust with her)

Friendship: Their deepening friendship is built on shared experiences, mutual trust, and unwavering support for each other.

Empathy: Frodo's understanding of her struggles (as a woman) fosters a strong sense of empathy, and they confide in each other about their personal challenges. (him as a hobbit/ her as a woman)

Courage: Both exhibit courage in their own ways, inspiring each other to persevere and face adversity head-on.

"Your courage reminds me that even in the darkest of times, the light of friendship and determination can guide us through."

Sam:

Respectful: Sam respects her independence and appreciates her combat skills, addressing her with deference and showing admiration for her capabilities.

Trusting: He trusts her judgment and decisions, often turning to her for guidance in challenging situations.

Friendship: Their friendship flourishes as they share personal stories, trust each other implicitly, and develop a profound bond during their journey. (it's also a bit like a mentor - protégé relationship)

Loyalty: Sam's loyalty to her is unwavering, always putting her safety and well-being above all else. (He'd instantly worry if she would not eat something and insist, even if it was just a bite)

Kindred Spirits: They connect on a deep level, understanding each other's motivations and providing emotional support when needed.

"Ye've got a heart as brave as Frodo's, and I've seen it in action more times than I can count."

Merry:

Curious: Merry's curiosity about her world leads to inquisitive conversations where they exchange stories and knowledge.

Supportive: He is supportive of her choices and actions, often backing her up in debates and ensuring she feels included.

Friendship: Their camaraderie transforms into a genuine friendship marked by laughter

Encouragement: Merry frequently offers words of encouragement and praise, boosting her confidence and morale unknowingly

Wit: Their friendship is sprinkled with witty exchanges and playful banter, creating a lighthearted atmosphere (that she actually treasures)

"Blimey! You've got a spirit as fiery as a dragon's breath, lass! I reckon you'll give even the bravest of us a run for their money on this quest!"

Pippin:

Playfulness: Pippin's playful nature adds a touch of levity to their journey, lightening the mood when things get tough.

Friendship: Their friendship deepens as they share adventures and form lasting memories together. (He'd occasionaly offer her his pipe, but she'd politely decline)

Loyalty: Pippin's loyalty is unwavering, standing by her side through thick and thin. (She's often the one to watch out for him and safe him from dangerous situations)

Admiration: He admires her determination and independence, often expressing admiration for her spirit.

Growth: Their experiences together lead to personal growth, making them more resilient and capable adventurers. Pippin learns a lot from her, might get a bit more serious

"Y'know, I've never met anyone quite like you, lass. Your spirit's as fierce as the fire of the Shire's finest pipeweed! And I reckon that's saying something, coming from a Took like me!"

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just-a-little-cellist · 1 year

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Hi! How are you? I saw that your requests were open and I wanted to ask for a..

Pippin x GN reader, (Or fem reader if you are ok with that)

Ideas; pippin helping reader when reader gets really stressed when reader has to cook (not by cutting things but when a pan with water needs to boil.)

Or that pippin catches reader dancing by herself and reader is very embarrased

Or pippin going on a picnick with reader and bees come hang around as well, but reader is afraid of bees.

Or if you have any ideas you can write them 😅I am just very happy with any story haha.

Have a nice day and sorry this ask is very long to read.😅

(ah thank you so much! I love all those ideas, I'm just gonna pick one for now but I might end up doing the others in future - I'll see :) hope you enjoy!)

May I have this dance? (Pippin x gn!human!reader)

It had been such a relief for Pippin, returning to the Shire, the ring now gone, and with you now by his side. You may have been a human and not normally invited into the Shire, but he loved you miles more than he hated the glares from other hobbits. He had wholehearted approval from Merry, so who else's opinion did he really need?

Speaking of Merry, Pippin had just been out with him and Sam - one the first times that they'd been able to spend time with one another without any kind of looming threat - while you insisted on staying at home to prepare dinner and bake if you got a spare moment. The afternoon had been wonderful, but he couldn't wait to return and have you all to himself for the evening.

The second he opened the front door - to the hobbit hole he now shared with you, he reminded himself giddily - a grin crossed Pippin's face, hearing the gentle sound of your humming echoing through the hall. He always enjoyed hearing the songs you knew, and he also realized that it meant you wouldn't have heard him come in just yet...

Slowly padding over to the kitchen, he peeked round the doorway to find you with a mixing bowl in front of you, swaying your hips to the tune you were half-humming, half-singing. Pippin's smile grew as he leaned on the doorway and watched. You continued baking... whatever it was you were making, he was too distracted to tell, and your singing grew louder, and your dancing became more enthusiastic, and you spun around and-

"Pip!" You exclaimed. "You scared me!" You laughed nervously, a blush dusting your cheeks, as you moved forward to kiss him. "I didn't realize you'd be back so soon."

"Hard not to come back when it's you waiting for me," he said with a grin, noticing the air of embarrassment you held since being caught. You smiled at him before returning to your baking, noticeably quieter than he would've liked.

"Why's the show stopped, sunshine? I was enjoying it."

Your blush grew darker at the question and you glanced back at him. "Why, how long were you watching?"

"Not nearly as long as I wanted to." He took your hand and leant against the counter. "Keep going?" he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You shifted on your feet. "I don't know, I don't normally dance in front of people..."

Pippin thought for a second, then seemed to leap up and grabbed both of your hands. "Maybe if it's both of us..?" At the slightly skeptical look on your face, he bowed exaggeratedly and looked up at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "May I have this dance, my love?"

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, then curtsied exaggeratedly in return. "I'd be honored."

He pulled you into the middle of the room and started singing the same song you were humming earlier, then you joined in and started swaying with him - Pippin always did make it feel easier to let loose. His enthusiasm was contagious, and soon you were spinning around the room, the sound of your singing interrupted by the both of you laughing. When the song (regrettably, Pippin thought) came to an end, you let out a sigh and smiled.

"That was... actually really nice."

"What can I say?" He grinned. "I have the best ideas."

And the next time he caught you dancing in the kitchen, sunlight shining through the window and making you glow, you smiled and offered your hand. Pippin was convinced he'd somehow found an angel.

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luna-redamancy · 2 years

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hiya could i possibly ask for another part for the pippin series please

if not no worries😊

Hello! For some reason I was thinking I already made a final part..? but I didn't. Soooo! I hope you enjoy this!

Part one

Part two

You don’t recall when you got in bed, or when you fell asleep, but you must have somehow gotten yourself into bed the night before. The plush sheets and snuggly comforter that once brought you great comfort didn’t feel too comforting, as you stared at the ceiling and listened to Pippin make what you assumed to be his breakfast.

Louie was making gentle growls of affirmation after Pippin spoke, his words not reaching your ears, but a gentle murmur did.

“Maybe if you would have realized you are my everything, you wouldn’t feel the need to ask.” Pippin’s words replayed in your ears as you began to fidget with the blanket, rolling on your side to stare at the wall. You didn’t know what to do.

A part of you felt happy to know your affections were returned, but another part of you realized how much you lost last night.

Tearing up again, you slammed your eyes shut in the hope to save yourself from another bout of crying when your thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock, followed by Louie’s snout sniffing the bottom of your bedroom door.

Confusion overcame you in waves as you shoved the comforter off you, feeling exposed without its comfort. Reaching over to your desk you grabbed a hoodie and quickly threw it on, a safety blanket if you will.

“Coming,” Your voice sounded thick and it made you wince, you didn’t mean to sound so sad.

Pausing at the door, you began a mental countdown as you wiped your face.

‘3…2…1,’

You opened the door with a little too much strength, the wood almost smacking against the wall but instead, you stopped its force with your hand.

Louie instantly ran into the room, jumping into your bed as you stared at Pippin who in turned stared at you.

Pippin gulped, looking away from your face and down to the plate in his hands.

“I…I made you breakfast…” His voice was barely above a whisper as he held out the plate to you, not daring looking up from the breakfast potatoes he honed in on.

“Oh,” You looked at the food, feeling your heart warm. Eggs just how you liked it, potatoes, toast, sausages, and bacon. A breakfast fit for a hobbit, you could hear it now, just like yesterday morning before all of this went to shit.

“I…” You didn’t know what to say as you looked at his face, a frown taking hold of your mouth when you saw him nervously biting at his lip. You missed when he smiled.

“Thank you,” You murmured, carefully taking the plate out of his hands.

“I wanted to apologize,” He said the moment the plate left his hands. “You were just trying to help and I… I..” Pippin sighed through his nose and looked to the ceiling, his eyes becoming glassy.

“I’m sorry,” He chose to say, but as the words fell past his lips they felt like an empty way to have an ‘out’ for his behavior. Not enough to convey how he felt like his love was unrequited and how the hurt gripped at his soul when he thought of living without you.

“I’m sorry too,” You kept your eyes on the melting butter slowly becoming translucent on your toast, “I should have kept you in the loop about what I was working on, maybe then I would have known–”

“I didn’t make it known,” Pippin interrupted you, making you drag your gaze from the plate to his eyes.

“I didn’t tell you I wanted to be here with you, I didn’t tell you how much I cared for you, I didn’t tell you how I forgot about going back to the Shire,” He felt like he was vomiting the words.

“I didn’t tell you that I love you, and when you brought home that spell, all I kept thinking was that I’d never be able to and that you didn’t care to hear it,” Pippin’s voice drifted off as a lone tear slipped out of his eye.

“And I.. I am so sorry. I just wanted to tell you that before I packed my things,”

“What?” Your heart began to race as he nodded, pulling out a taped piece of paper from his pocket. The spell.

“I am also sorry for all the grief I have caused you,” He sniffled, rubbing his thumb over a rough edge of a piece of tape that wasn’t quite on the paper.

“Pippin, no,” You shook your head, putting the plate on your dresser and pulling him into a hug.

“No,” You murmured before holding him tighter, relishing in the way his arms wrapped around your body and held you close to him.

“I don’t want you to go,” Your words were muffled but he heard them as clear as a bell, eyes widening. “As I told you yesterday, I didn’t want to be selfish, I didn’t want you to leave but I didn’t want to take you from things that I thought made you happy,” You were tearing up again as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.

“And now I feel that way more than ever because… Pippin, I love you as well,” The silence that met your ears was deafening, making you slam your eyes shut. Maybe he said all of those things to get a reaction out of you, maybe he-

His grip on you tightened and he inhaled shakily. “Say it again,” Pippin sounded like he was on the edge of crying himself, “Please.”

“I love you, Pippin,” You felt his body push into yours as he relaxed, relief flooding his veins and his face pushing into your neck.

“Stay?” You felt the need to ask. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel the movement of his hair as he frantically nodded.

“I will always stay, as long as you let me.”

“Well, it looks like you’re stuck with me forever then, Pippin,” You lightly joked as the two of you remained embraced in the doorway.

Forever Tag

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blueberryrock · 2 years

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Bananas

A/N okay so i couldn't find a good gif, but just pretend those cookies are a cake okay? But anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROGUE!! Sorry, this is 3 days late, I got busy! I hope you enjoy this chaotic mess and sorry for dangling it in front of you in the discord 😅

Rule, Requests, and More!

Two eggs, and four bananas.

Pippin sighs as he shuffles towards the large pantry, glancing at the mess he never got around to fixing. Stepping over the fallen bags of potatoes, he opens the curtains of a dinky window in the very back. With the new light pouring in, Pippin squints around the crowded pantry.

What was he here for? Eggs! That's right!

Quickly, Pippin digs around the packed pantry, moving over the palates of bread rolls and large wheels of cheese in search of the two eggs. A frustrated groan escapes Pippin's lips after a few minutes of searching with no success, but that's okay! H-he can just use a substitute!

With a small frown, Pippin turns to grab a large container of plain yogurt and quickly turns on his heel towards the pantry's door, grumbling about the lack of eggs. Shutting the pantry door, Pippin sets the container of yogurt and turns to his mixing bowl on the counter, humming as he tries to remember how much he would need to substitute for the missing two eggs.

As he carefully scoops out what he thinks to be the right measurements and drops them into the bowl with a satisfying plop! A small smile grows on his face as he begins to quickly mix the plain yogurt into the other wet ingredients. It had been a long time since he had last baked something, but today is a special occasion that he just had to show off his somewhat rusty skills.

After the yogurt had fully mixed in with the other wet ingredients, Pippin decides to check his small wood-burning oven and finds it to be the ideal temperature. A large grin spreads on his face as he excitedly turns back to his mixing bowl.

All that is needed now was the dry ingredients, like flour and baking soda! Immediately Pippin digs through the kitchen cabinets and drawers, searching for hopefully open bags of what he needs. Then he spots it, the large heavy bag he needs had shoved to the back and hasn't been used in a while.

Furrowing his brows, Pippin falls to his hands and knees in attempts to grab it. His fingers brush against the bag before he shuffles deeper into the cabinet to finally grab it tightly.

"Pippin!" A voice calls from somewhere in the house, causing Pippin to immediately jump and bang his head against the top of the cabinet, letting a quiet curse slip from his lips as he scurries out.

"S-stay over there!" Pippin cries out as he rubs the sore spot on his head.

"Pippin?" Y/N's voice seemed full of curiosity and a little worry.

"Don't come into the kitchen!" Pippin hurries to scoop out an amount of flour, barely measuring it before he dumps it into the mixing bowl.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes!" He says quickly, fumbling to grab the container of baking powder and dump it in the bowl. "Yes love, just umm, just don't come over here please!"

He can hear Y/N walking off, no doubt to change out of her work clothes from the tavern. Pippin huffs as he begins to quickly mix the dry ingredients into the wet, his arms getting increasingly sore as he goes.

"Pippin?" Y/N's voice became scarily closer.

"Give me a minute!" He says, sliding towards the baking pan he put out to dump the poorly mixed batter in. As soon as Pippin had shoved cake pans into the oven Y/N had rounded the corner, a small smile tugging at her lips at the sight of a flustered Pippin.

"May I ask what you're doing?" Her eyes shifting from the red-faced hobbit before her to the mess of a kitchen behind him. "Or making for that matter?"

"Oh umm," he begins, rubbing his hands together nervously. "I decided to take up baking, to get help get my mind off of...stuff...."

"So what are you making right now?"

"Banana bread!" That immediately makes Y/N scrunch their nose. "You don't like bananas?" Pippin tries to not frown, his heart instantly sinking down to his stomach. "C-cause that is a major ingredient of what I made."

"I like bananas alright, but I'm a bit allergic to them," Y/N sighs, her feet carrying her to one of the only clean counters. Carefully, she lifts herself up to comfortably sit on top of it.

"More for me then," Pippin laughs nervously. How could he have forgotten such an important thing about Y/N! Bananas are the most important part of the cake he made...he wants to smack himself for forgetting such a thing, but all he can do now is glare at the cake currently baking in the oven.

"You better get started on cleaning this mess Pippin," Y/N sighs, she drags her finger across the top of the counter beside to grimace at the sight of flour on her fingers. "Better make it fast before your cousins come over for my birthday."

Pippin sighs, wiping his forehead before he continues to scrub at a particularly stubborn stain from melted butter. The smell of sweet cake had been filling the room as soon as he had put it in the oven, he had been praying that Y/N didn't know the difference between a cake smell and a bread smell.

So far she hasn't said anything.

Tossing the wet rag he had been furiously scrubbing with onto the counter, Pippin turns towards the wood-burning oven. Curiously Pippin grabs the handle of it and slowly opens it, the hinges creaking loudly in protest as it's pulled open.

Both cakes have a nice golden outside, the sight of which brings a smile to Pippin's face. Turning on his heel, he turns to search for a pair of large oven mitts, grumbling as he rummages through the different drawers.

Finally, after a few minutes, Pippin finds the large pair of polka-dotted oven mitts and pulls them on. He can't help but beam with excitement as he turns back to bend down and pull out the cakes.

A low whistle breaks the quietness of the kitchen as Pippin quickly turns tomato red. "Pulling out banana bread eh?" He can practically hear the smile in Y/N's voice.

"I-umm-happy birthday?" Pippin states awkwardly as he grabs the hot pan and turns to face Y/N's amused gaze. With a defeated sigh, Pippin sets the hot pan onto the counter beside him and goes back for the other golden cake.

Y/N chuckles softly before she moves around Pippin to examine the golden cake. "I assume this is supposed to have bananas in it?" Y/N leans over to breathe in the cake's deliciously sweet smell as Pippin places its twin right next to it.

"Yes," Pippin sighs as he yanks off the oversized mitts on his hands and tosses them onto the counter beside him. "Though now that I think about it, I'm not sure I even added any!"

"Well lucky me then," Y/N smirks. "Better get these out before the bottoms burn," she notes before moving to pull out large serving plates from a cabinet above them.

Pippin silently nods as he quickly steps away to find their silverware drawer, pulling out an intricate silver butter knife, he turns on his heels and quickly heads back towards the steaming cakes. As Pippin begins to scrape the sides of the cake pans, Y/N later takes the first one to flip over onto the plate.

"They do smell good Pip!" She grins as she lines up the cake pan with the plate. "I can't wait to-" the cake, or the cooked part of it at least, fell onto the serving plate with uncooked goo rolling off of it. "YOU DIDN'T CHECK IT?"

"I guess I forgot to," Pippin frowns deeply before Y/N shakes the cake pan in her hands and the cooked bottom half of it falls onto the top with a wet splat! With the collisions of the two cooked half and the raw middle, the uncooked cake batter had splattered in every direction, coating everything in its path. A yelp escaped Y/N's mouth at the sudden spray of batter before a shocked silence fell over the large kitchen.

Pippin so desperately tried to fill it, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of something to say as his eyes flicker from the cake halves on the plate and the batter-covered Y/N. "I am so sor-" Pippin begins before giggles spill out of Y/N.

"I can not believe that just happened!" Y/N cries with laughter, their face slowly turning red as she stares down at the top of her now ruined dress. Her loud laughter seems to be contagious as Pippin begins to laugh with her. "And how did you not get hit by any?" Her voice is now high-pitched as more giggles escape her.

"I'm just lucky."

"C'mere," Y/N says, her laughter had died down enough for her to regain control of her breathing but Y/N's face was still tinted with red.

Pippin doesn't even acknowledge the mischievous grin on her face as he takes a step closer. "Should I grab you a towel?" He asks. "Maybe you should run a ba-" Y/N cuts him off by grabbing a handful of the now soggy cake and smearing it against his shirt.

A shiver runs through him at the feel of the thick batter now rolling down his shirt. "Oh...it's on," he growls before grabbing two handfuls of the mushy cake, but Y/N had already begun to run as soon as the cake had hit his shirt. "Get back here!" He yells, immediately running out of the kitchen to chase down Y/N.

Y/N's giggles had echoed through the entire house, making it a little confusing to follow, but the sight of her dress rippling in the corner of Pippin's eye made him turn quickly to catch her.

"Nooo!" Y/N yelps when she spots him, but instead of running more, she just backs up against the cool wall of their house.

"But it's only fair Y/N!" Pippin grins as he stalks towards her, his hands overflowing with the mushy cake.

"I'm already covered in cake Pip!" Y/N cries, trying not to show her creeping smile.

"But I wasn't the one who put it on you!"

"I-hmm," Y/N frowns before hearing a wet splat by her ear. Immediately her head turns to look at the cake batter now dripping down the wall. "PIPPIN YOU GOT IT ON THE WALL!"

A laugh escapes Pippin as he quickly steps forward to smush his last bit of mushy cake into Y/N's cheek. "PIPPIN NOT ON MY FACE!" She shrieks, her face fighting against a smile.

"You were asking for it."

"I don't think I was!" Pippin just continues to laugh as Y/N scrapes the large glob of cake off her face.

"There! Now we're even!" Pippin grins just as Y/N lunges forward to shove the mushy cake in his face, accidentally knocking them both down to the floor.

"Now you have to clean the wall," Y/N begins before wiping her hand against Pippin's cheek. "And the kitchen again!"

"You could always help me clean?" He says innocently.

"No."

"What if I get you honey buns from the market tomorrow?"

"Hmm..."

"And some.....peaches too?"

"That sounds very intriguing," Y/N hums as her finger swipes a chunk of mushy cake off of Pippin's chin. "I think I will accept as I am a fair birthday person." She ends with a grin before popping her cake batter-covered finger into her mouth, enjoying the sweet taste with a hum.

"I suppose we better start cleaning then," Pippin sighs. "Before my cousins come over right?"

"Hmmm right..." Y/N grumbles before placing a small kiss on Pippin's lips. "Race you to the kitchen!"

"Hey wait!" Pippin cries as Y/N scrambles off of him and heads towards the kitchen. "Wait for me!"

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This is kind of dumb but I gotta ask could you write about the hobbits with a reader is quite a bit shorter than them? Like a bit below their shoulder kinda short? I know it’s and off request but I gotta ask. Thank you and I really love all your writing by the way. I start smiling and kicking my feet every time you post something lmao ❤️❤️❤️

Nah, it’s not dumb! I mean statistically it seems like female hobbits are shorter than guys just like in the other races so that makes sense! Reader is a beautiful hobbit lass :) posting again so soon because I woke up with some distressing stuff happening surgery wise & I need some fluff ok 😔

Little Things- The Hobbits x Shorter!F!Hobbit!Reader

Frodo

✧ When he invited you on one of Bilbo’s little out-of-town adventures, the first place he wanted to take you was the bookshop, and that was before he realized how adorable you looked standing on your tiptoes trying to reach the higher shelves, some of which Frodo could help you pluck from and others he needed a ladder for too.

✧ Never lets you lift a finger when your family hosts dinners, rising and insisting that you’ve done plenty in preparation, let him at least get down the dishes and serve you up. Besides, he remembers all your favorites and dishes you extra!

✧ The way his hands run through your hair upon every embrace.

✧ As winter draws near, he enlists members of his family to craft a pair of gloves perfectly in your size, presenting them to you before the first snow and gently aiding you in pulling the soft warmth on, eyes shining at your gratitude.

✧ Comfortingly rests his hand upon your shoulder, which he can't help but thinking is the perfect reach away, whenever he sees concern bloom across your beautiful features.

✧ Feels heat rush to your cheeks when your smaller hand rests upon his, not quite covering it but blanketing it in the greatest warmth nonetheless.

Sam

✧ Sam hasn’t a strong preference for height, so you won’t see so much of a difference in the way he’s attracted to you…

✧ …you will see it in how much he loves the way you make him feel needed! He gets the softest smile on his face when you ask him to help you reach things.

✧ One day he sees you carrying a sunflower that’s even taller than you and his heart bursts with the realization that you’re his sunshine, you’re all he wants.

✧ Jumps between you and danger any chance he can get- even things as small as an apple tumbling off a cart toward your head have him rushing forth to catch them, check if you are ok.

✧ Insists on helping you put your trellis up, a great arch marking the entrance to your beautiful little home, doing all the hardest parts for you and letting you focus on your flowers.

✧ Loves the way your hands reach up for his shoulders to take him up into hugs!

Merry

✧ Teases you just a bit, occasionally resting an arm gently stop your head just to enjoy your reaction.

✧ Always lends you a hand to help you climb up the farmers’ fences, making sure you’ve gone over before he does anything else.

✧ Pulls you a little extra close to his chest when he hugs you, a hand going around your waist and his head resting atop yours.

✧ One of his favorite memories is of the day you two passed a field a few days after a new lamb was born, her young shepherd letting you hold her in your arms. Your gentle smile and how big even such a small creature looks in your grasp just has him softer than anything. Merry can't help himself imagining the sight of an even smaller animal or maybe even a baby.

✧ Lifts you up with both hands around your middle after daring you to try and reach the highest-hanging delicacies of your favorite apple tree.

✧ Feeling bold, he'll take the opportunity to reach up beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

Pippin

✧ “That’s quite a nice ring. Can I see if it fits me?” “I doubt it, but you can sure try.” Pippin finds it’s a bit too small for his ring finger. “Guess so. My hands aren’t so much bigger, are they? Let me see.” Holds up his hand palm-out just to feel the press of your slightly smaller one against him, smiling with the contact.

✧ Stops by randomly with treats in hand for you, especially things like tartlets from his cousins' house or little cupcakes because even if you don't realize it, those small sweet treats never fail to remind him of you!

✧ It flusters him that much more if he trips in your presence, bringing you, the smaller of your duo, to be the one catching him. At the feeling of your arms around him, though, he will never complain.

✧ He always stays by your side, even to the point of you two falling asleep next to each other. Your head droops to his shoulder, and his rests atop yours.

✧ Forgets himself in his typical habits, slinging an arm around your shoulders when he gets too focused on the topic at hand; when he comes to, he cannot help noticing what a perfect height you are for the pose!

✧ Lets his head fall down the little distance to connect your foreheads when you share an especially fond goodbye or comforting embrace.

Bilbo

✧ Becomes quite the guard dog around you! Will never tolerate a single slight to your character, which has shown to be the very highest thank him very much.

✧ Shyly walks by your hobbit hole when he knows you’ll be picking from your orange tree, hoping you’ll invite him to join you. Fetches the higher-up ones and only keeps them at your insistence. Marvels at the size difference of your hands as you hand him a jar of the marmalade you recently made.

✧ Loves playing up the heights of things in all his wild tales that much more, whether they are trolls or towering cliffs, because surely they are many times your size, right? He thinks with a grin as he spins his yarns.

✧ Gets pushed into a dance with you at some party or another; glancing down to meet your eyes, he cannot help darting a brief gaze to your lips, flushing at their proximity and the feeling of your hands in his.

✧ The first time you grab him into a hug, his hands freeze for a moment before he finally lets them settle at the small of your back, daring to rub a soothing circle there.

✧ "Here," he gets your attention quietly, reaching down, "let me get this for you." Gently his fingers brush your hair, removing the leaf that had gotten tangled in a curl.

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