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[moonrainbowfish]

Lotr characters caring for you when you're sick

Samwise:

Dear Sam! Oh bless his kind heart! He would cook you a delicious soup and would cuddle with you, keeping you warm and safe, even tucking you in with a blanket one of his sisters made for you.

He soothingly rubbed your back when you would throw up and hold your hair.

He gives angry glares at the others for being too loud and watches over you like a guardian, protecting you from anything which could disturb your peaceful slumber.

He even offers to do your laundry or other chores, he would basically do anything for you, but you tried your best to explain that it really wasn't necessary.

Along with Sam's help you were able to feel better very soon.

"Now don't you worry Y/N. I've made you some good soup to make you feel better in no time."

Frodo:

Oh boy! Frodo knows what's it's like to feel extremely sick.

So of course he immediately sympathized with you.

He would read to you, to distract you from your throbbing headache. He also would write you cute, little "get well soon" cards and draw on them too.

He's also curious and wants to know how he can help you more, so he does a lot of research about your illness.

He's always asking if you need anything and is super gentle while you're sick.

Almost treating you, as if you were made of porcelain, he's kinda sad he can't do more to stop your suffering but you told him how very thankful you are that he's there for you.

Aragorn:

When Aragorn found out you were sick he became immediately worried.

He would constantly check if you're okay and would try to get you to see Elrond.

You tried your hardest to explain to him it's nothing too serious, but he couldn't help but worry.

He grew up among the elves, so he knows about their wonderful elvish medicine.

He regulary checks on you and even sings to you softly.

Aragorn's a very good healer. He would try to care for you as best as he can and in his care you'll feel better in no time.

"There, there meleth nìn, I'll take good care of you now. I promise."

Legolas:

Legolas was so scared for you.

It was very uncommon for elves to get sick, so of course he was worried about you.

He'll try to ease the pain by giving you a massage to ease your sore muscles, or by pressing a cold rag to your forehead.

Your headache made you sensitive to loud noises, so Legolas would often whisper to you.

He's afraid his normal voice would be too loud.

It's honestly really adorable how much he cares about you and you found him to be very endearing.

He'd stay right beside your bedside, guarding you and you both watch the raindrops outside hit the glass window

Faramir:

He's a gentle and caring soul so of course he'd be anxious when you're sick.

Faramir would give you flowers and place them on your nightstand, decorating your room with the beautiful leaves to make you feel better.

He'd hold your hand and brush the hair out of your face. Tugging you in cozy blankets when you fall asleep and bringing you tea.

Faramir would try to help you stay connected with the outside world. Telling you about news when you're too sick to go outside.

And if you can go outside but your body is still too sore he'd happily drive you around in a wheelchair to get you some fresh air

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[alloftheimaginesblog]

Headcanons for Samwise Gamgee making his spouse meals at any chance he gets...

He knows the importance of food and never ceases to remind you about how important it is to eat. He'll always prepare you breakfast, second breakfast, lunch, snacks, supper, dinner and tea. He never judges your portion sizes or how much you eat, he loves the shape of you and if you are curvy/plus size, he adores those curves.

He's a very good chef and you are always so thankful for him and his abilities.

Obviously he uses potatoes a lot, pretty much every meal because they're so versatile.

Eggs over easy with spices and herbs and herby breakfast potato cubes and a cup of hot tea.

"Made with love for my love."

Sausages, hash browns, bacon, beans, tomato, maybe more eggs.

Sandwiches with tomato, lettuce and turkey with a side of crisps for extra crunch.

"You want more? Was it good? You liked it?"

He's not only good at cooking, baking is also a skill he has.

Pancakes with berries and cream, scones and jam and clotted cream. Pastries like croissants and chocolate or maybe ham and cheese.

Toast with cheese, beans; simple but he always serves with an award winning smile.

"Here you go, beautiful. If you want more, I'll happily get you more."

Your favourite meal he makes is a roast dinner which could consist of ham, turkey, chicken or beef, roast potatoes, yorkshire pudding, sprouts, parsnips, carrots and a hearty load of gravy on top.

Sometimes he'll make a stew; leftover meat with carrots, potatoes, onions and gravy with crusty bread to dip.

Soup of all flavours (his lentil and bacon is the best though) with buttered bread. He always makes lots during the winter.

"To keep your stomach warm."

Fish with a side salad, thick chips and mushy peas.

Pasta that you help him make for scratch with a garlicky, onion tomato sauce with meatballs or sausages or even sometimes chicken with homemade garlic bread and cheese for the top.

Dessert is always delicious too...

Rich chocolate cake with ice cream and berries.

Sticky toffee pudding - a recipe passed down through generations.

Ice cream - all and every flavour you can imagine. He'll take you on walks, find berries and wild edible flowers and make ice cream from it.

Pastry stuffed with jam, cream and chocolate.

Waffles with caramel drizzled over the top.

Fruit salad, the fruit fresh from the garden.

After dinner, he'll bring you cups of tea and water with a kiss on the forehead.

Tea with biscuits.

Hot chocolate with marshmallows and fresh whipped cream for the top.

Toast as you read your book, winding down for the evening.

Before you go to bed, he double checks that you're satisfied and happy; that you're not in need of anything else. He's impossibly kind.

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[wordbunch]

better company (Sam x reader)

a/n: whoever requested a jealous/angry Sam.. I salute you! I had lots of fun while writing this, and I hopeee it lived up to your expectations and wishes 😁 let me know how you liked it, and consider reblogging if you enjoyed it, so more people can see it! 💖 sending love ✨

summary: drama happens at Bilbo's birthday party 👀

The most awaited party of the year - Bilbo Baggins’ 111th birthday - was happening at last! Along with any other respected hobbit in the Shire, you were, of course, invited, wearing your best clothes and ready for a night of dancing, drinking, listening to stories and legends and, hopefully, watching Gandalf’s magical fireworks. The night was warm and there was a sense of magic in the air, with everyone in a joyful mood it seemed that anything could happen. And many memorable things did, indeed, happen, but one of them you weren’t expecting in the least (but maybe, you had been hoping for such an outcome, in the deepest corners of your heart).

The atmosphere was positively chaotic, especially after everyone had a couple of drinks - the music was getting louder, the dancing was becoming more passionate (albeit a bit less coordinated), some couples already started disappearing behind trees to share kisses in secret, but you were growing a bit too tired to join in, instead opting for watching from the sidelines for a little while. The more you watched, the more entertained you were, but every now and then your eyes would wander towards a certain curly gardener with rosy cheeks who was sitting not too far away from you, seemingly busy with a pint of ale as a dark-haired hobbit, whom you recognized to be Bilbo’s nephew, went on talking to him about something. You were unsure whether it was the merry atmosphere and the heat getting to your head, but you could swear he smiled a couple times when your eyes met. Touching a hand to your cheek, you sheepishly noticed that it seemed a bit warmer than usual. Your little moment was interrupted when two, obviously already tipsy, hobbits you didn’t even know came up to you, talking over each other and interrupting one another loudly.

“Why is a pretty lady like yourself-”

“You want some company-”

“Sitting here all alone?”

“To go dancing with?”

You looked back and forth between the two in mild shock, wondering whether you’d looked bored and lonely - you certainly weren’t feeling like that.

“I would prefer to just stay here, thank you,” you awkwardly laughed, fidgeting with the hems of your sleeves.

“C’mon, not even one dance?” one of them inquired again.

“I’m alright this way,” you shrugged, starting to feel uneasy. As if on instinct, your eyes searched for Sam, the friendly face that had been sitting nearest to you just a few moments ago, but to your disappointment you didn’t see him in his spot anymore. One of the hobbits that have been pestering you audaciously reached for your hand, and you were just about to yell in annoyance, when he was slightly pulled back from behind, and then his friend took a step back too. To your great delight and relief, you spotted a head of honey blond curly hair behind the two that harassed you - Samwise Gamgee was the hero of your evening.

“I think she told you that she didn’t want to go dancing,” you heard him saying with an unusually stern edge to his soft voice. “I don’t understand how I could hear her from further away, yet you didn’t notice her rejecting you to your face.”

Your mouth opened slightly in a mix of surprise and amusement, but you quickly covered it and blushed. Many other party attendees were certainly watching the scene now, and you didn’t want to make it even more awkward by showing your crush so openly.

The hobbit that Sam was dealing with muttered something and then scurried away together with his friend, leaving a frowning Sam with a clenched fist. “Yeah, you’d better go now.” His lips were pressed in a thin line, and his eyebrows were in a deep frown, and you swore he looked like he was ready to fight anyone at that moment. You couldn’t really believe your eyes, but that night had already proved crazy and unpredictable. 

“He didn’t bother you too long, did he?” Sam’s eyes finally landed on you and his facial expression immediately softened, having looked you up and down and seeing that you were unharmed. 

“He’d barely just started when you saved me,” you waved a hand dismissively with a little smile spreading on your face, “but I appreciate it regardless.”

“‘twas the least I could do. Anyone would have done the same in my position, probably.” Sam met your eyes for a moment and then looked down, suddenly shy again, and he cautiously sat down on the bench next to you.

“But nobody else did anything,” you nudged him softly, making him look up and smile. “You were my hero tonight.”

“That’s too big of a word to use, Miss [Y/N],” he smiled a bit.

“Just [Y/N] is perfectly alright,” you reassured him with a brief squeeze on his arm. “I believe I owe you a drink, for your kindness.” You started to get up, but he gently pulled you down and you fought the urge to grin like a fool. In your peripheral vision you noticed Frodo sitting and watching everything play out with the expression of utter delight and amusement painted on his features.

“No need, but thank you anyway,” Sam explained when your attention fell back on him. “I’ve had quite enough for tonight, but I was hoping that-” he started and fell silent, one hand going to rub the back of his head as you eyed him curiously.

“I was hoping to sit with you for a little bit but, um, those two,” he gestured quickly with his head in the direction in which he imagined the two annoying hobbits had gone after his intervention, “surely bothered you enough, and you wish to be left in peace.” He finished the sentence quickly, with almost a questioning tone, daring to hope a little bit that he was wrong, and that you’d rather spend the rest of the party with him, instead of by yourself. And his hope wasn’t for nothing - he immediately noticed how your lips widened in a warm, genuine smile, and how your eyes seemed to sparkle.

“Actually, I would love to spend some time with you,” you confessed enthusiastically, making Sam almost fall off the bench in surprise. “By far, you are a more pleasant company than they could ever hope to be.”

Sam was speechless. Half the night Frodo was encouraging him to go up to you and talk, having noticed the lovesick glances the two of you had exchanged, but at last, fate had orchestrated a moment in which he could seize your attention. 

“W-would you maybe like to share a dance?” he wondered quietly, having gathered the courage to look you fully in the eyes (he thought about how they were glowing brighter than all of the party lights and fireworks combined)  and even take your hand in his. 

“I’d love nothing more.”

And off you went, hearing Frodo cheering loudly behind you, to spin around wildly to some happy tune. It was a long awaited party, and a very memorable one, indeed.

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Courting Samwise Gamgee Would Include

- when Sam decided to join Frodo on his journey, he was barely out of the Bagginses front door when he stopped and said “Well, I s’pose I’d better go get (Y/N)”

- and Frodo just nodded, because he knew that if Sam was going anywhere, you’d be there in a heartbeat, no matter how dangerous the journey ahead was going to be

- and although you arent particularly interested in the idea of fighting, none of the Fellowship mind, because your immediate role in the group is to take care of everyone - especially Sam

- you’re the best cook the Fellowship has ever known, and you make sure everyone always has enough supper, even with limited supplies

- you set bedtimes for the Fellowship, and they dont even dispute it, because despite being a gentle soul, you wont hesitate to use your “parent voice”

- but Sam loves how effortlessly you get along and fit in with everyone, how well you cope under the stress of everything, because you keep yourself focussed on your main concern: taking care of those around you

- in your head, you can ignore all the horror around you if you just focus on cleaning up wounds, cooking good food, and putting smiles on people’s faces, and Sam loves that about you

- his favourite part of every night is staying up on watch, because you will always sit with him, the two of you occasionally talking quietly, but mainly just enjoying the silence of the night, the soft smiles on your faces and the feeling of your head on his shoulder

- you manage to avoid battle with incredible skill, and on the occasions when you do get caught in something, you can usually handle yourself until Sam shows up to rescue you

- but on the rare occasions when you’ve gotten hurt, Sam has lost his mind. even if it’s just a scratch, he’ll be pacing around the whole camp, running his hands through his hair, not talking to anyone until he’s told that he can go and see you

- and then he’s kneeling at your side, crying and holding your hand

“I thought I lost you!”

“Sam, I tripped over my own feet.”

- having his favourite piece of home by his side all the time does Sam the world of good, and he never lets you forget it

- whenever something funny happens, he looks to you to see if you’re laughing too, and if you werent there when something funny happened, he’d run back to camp as fast as he could to tell you and make you laugh

- when the Fellowship is on the move, Sam is always holding your hand, and every so often he gives you the softest of smiles, because he’s just so grateful to have you with him

- you’re there for him when he’s worried about Frodo, you’re his reassurance, his whole world revolves around you, which is one of the main reasons that he hates how evil the world is becoming

- when Gollum forces Frodo to believe that Sam has bad intentions, you go absolutely mental, , and the fiery passion that you hold in your eyes for defending your lover’s honour reminds Frodo of just how good Sam really is, but it’s too late

- you leave with Sam, but the two of you know that it isnt right, and after a lengthy conversation and Gamgee tears soaking your clothes, you persuade Sam to go back after Frodo

- the one thing that reminds Sam of The Shire more than anything else, is when the two of you are falling asleep, with his head on your chest and your hands running through his curly hair

- because in that moment, when his eyes are shielded from the world around him, he can imagine that he’s back at home, in bed with you, sleeping peacefully. he can convince himself that everything’s alright

- and the best part about you, is that even when Sam wakes up, you are the first thing he sees, and he doesnt have to convince himself that everything is alright, because he just knows that it is, as long as you’re there

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[h4rrypotterf4n]

Stuffed animal

Pairing:  Legolas x Reader

Wordcount: 1210 words

Warnings: hurt to comfort; The fellowship being mean to reader

Summary: After the fellowship made fun of you sleeping with a stuffed animal a certain elf is there to comfort you.

Finally, you were able to rest a bit. Aragorn and Gandalf found a clearing in the forest they both agreed on resting for the night. So, the fellowship prepared their bedrolls. When they finished Sam began to cook dinner, Aragorn sharpened his sword, Gandalf watched how Boromir tried to teach the hobbits how to make a fire, Legolas rested with his eyes closed against a tree and you were preoccupied with staring at the elf across from you. You’ve had a crush on him since you first saw him at the council of Elrond. And how could you not? Long blond hair, icy blue eyes, a fierce warrior, you could rant about him all day.

 “My lady,” Aragorn pulled your gaze away, while he gave you a plate of soup.

 “Thanks, Aragorn,” you responded gratefully.

 “You know,” he began as he sat next to you, “you should just tell him, that you fancy him,” you nearly choked on your soup at his declaration.

 “I- what?”

 “Come on, it is painfully obvious that you both like each other,” he left you stunned, to say the least and walked over to Gandalf.

Soon darkness fell upon the camp and the only source of light was the slowly dimming fire. The fellowship sounded asleep, so you slowly sat up and as quiet as possible opened your bag and pulled your stuffed animal out. You can’t sleep without it but felt ashamed of your little habit and chose to hide it from the others. As a woman it was hard enough to proof that you were capable of this quest. You cuddled against it and let the faint sounds of the fire and the snores of Gimli lull you to sleep.

 You woke up to loud laughter from your friends. Groaning you turned to the other side trying to shut them out and get a bit more rest. But as your mind slowly came to its senses, you missed the light weight in your arm. Hastily you opened your eyes to see your little friend wasn’t anywhere near you. You hurriedly began searching for it through your things.

“Do you miss something?”  Gimli laughed at you, while he held your stuffed animal up.

“Our fierce warrior sleeps with a stuffed animal who would have thought of that?” Boromir mocked you. You looked around hoping someone would defend you. But the hobbits just laughed along, even Aragorn and Gandalf smirked at their cruel jokes and Legolas was nowhere in sight, he was probably looking for any danger ahead of us.

 As the humiliation became too much and you felt tears threatening to fall you ran into the forest. You only stopped when your vision was too blurry to see properly. Sinking down with your back against a tree you buried your head in your bend knees, while you continued to cry.

Meanwhile Legolas came back from inspecting the further road. Thanks to his elven ears he heard the conversation, and he was furious. Because unbeknownst to you he also had his eyes on you since the day he first saw you.

 “What was that?” Legolas asked in a stern tone.          

 “Oh, we just had a bit fun,” Gimli answered still laughing.

 “Fun for whom? Because of what I’ve witnessed (Y/N) just ran crying into the forest,” the elf bit angrily back.

 “Maybe it’s better if she’s gone. I mean if she still sleeps with a stuffed animal she can’t be of much help, can she?” Boromir piped in defending Gimli.

 “She is a strong warrior with a kind and loving heart. She is a perfect addition to this company. She has proven herself often enough. We all know that. And besides everyone has something from home to remind us of it,” Legolas pointed out and everyone fell silent knowing he was right, „For example Gimli, you have your necklace with pictures of your family. Aragorn, you have your evenstar and Frodo, you have your mithril shirt. So why shouldn’t she be allowed to have something, that remind her of her home?” he went on in rage and the fellowship let their gaze fall to the ground in shame, knowing he was right.

 “While I go looking for her, I advise you all start thinking of a good apology for her,” he said already walking in the direction you took off but not without your stuffed animal.

While he searched for you, he freed it from a few leaves that were tangled in the soft fur from sleeping on the ground until he picked up quiet sobs ahead of him.

The sight in front of him broke his heart your whole body shook with the sobs you desperately tried to muffle with your hand.

 “I think you forgot someone,” Legolas spoke as softly as he could. Startled you looked up to see he was now sitting beside you with your little comforter sitting in his lap.

 “G-Go away, Legolas,” it warmed your heart that he was trying to comfort you, but you do not want him to see you like this.

 “So, you want me to return with your friend?”

 “It’s stupid anyway,” you grabbed it and threw it away which shocked Legolas. The elf stood up and walked over to the poor animal to pick it up.

“I do not think it’s stupid. I actually think it is quite relatable,” you looked up at him to find there was no lie in his eyes and your stuffed animal closely held to his chest.

 “You don’t?”

 “No, I could not for I too miss my home. Every one of us does and it is cruel to make fun out of something, that helps you,” the elf explained softly sitting next to you again.

 “I got it from my parents when I was a child. It’s the only thing I still have of my family. They died

w-when I was young, “

 “Which makes it even more understandable that you carry it with you,” 

 “You really do not think of it as stupid or childish? “

 „No, I don’t. I can’t think that of someone I love, “

he blurted out and started to lightly blush as he realized what he had said. 

 „Y-you love me? “ You asked kind of shocked. 

He thought for a second what he should do now but decided for the truth. 

 „Yes, “ he whispered as he looked to his feet.  

 “I love you too,” you whispered back making eye contact with him when he looked up. You watched as a smile came upon his features and involuntary you mimicked him. Slowly he leaned closer to you but before your lips touched, he stopped. 

 “May I?” Legolas whispered looking down towards your lips. Instead of answering you closed the gap between you two. Trying to convey every emotion Legolas felt for you he kissed you back. 

 “How about we go back and give the others the chance to apologize to you?” He asked when you both broke away from one another for air. You nodded in agreement and stood up with the help of Legolas hand.  For the whole way back, he didn’t let go of your hand instead he looked at you with a smile on his face. 

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[ironmandeficiency]

modern lotr character headcanons

characters included: aragorn, boromir, gimli, legolas, pippin, merry, frodo, sam, arwen, eomer, eowyn

word count: 745

summary: random thoughts abt lotr characters if they lived in modern times

a/n: this is literally just silly shit, enjoy

boromir listens to old country (conway twitty, george jones, loretta lynn, etc.) and does not tolerate anyone insulting the opry legends

he also listens to divorced dad rock (hinder, nickelback, theory of a dead man, etc.) which gimli will sometimes jam to as well

gimli lovingly maintains an old-as-dirt bench seat ford truck despite there almost constantly being something wrong with it. ignores legolas’s badgering about him getting something more reliable

obviously legolas drives a hybrid and he almost acts as if this fact makes him better than gimli (not in a dickish way, though)

horse girl aragorn.

frodo is the epitome of shy emo boy with the black skinny jeans & death cab for cutie playing in his air pods

merry is the golden retriever in the “golden retriever in love with the black cat” trope 

aragorn and arwen host game nights and various other parties for their friends, but neither of them can cook so they just order delivery (or sam hijacks their kitchen for the hours before)

pippin has a large follower base on social media bc of his drinking songs and other inebriated antics that are usually recorded by whoever happens to be with him that night. usually it’s eowyn & merry, and the three of them will shake some major ass to megan thee stallion

sam goes to open mic nights at local coffee shops to people watch. he will never perform himself, but it’s nice to watch people he knows do their thing

eomer accidentally goes viral on tiktok when eowyn records him doing some dumb shit. never lives it down

the amount of joy gimli gets from going to rage rooms is almost alarming

arwen has a very thorough skin care regimen that she introduces to aragorn, and it becomes a sweet nightly routine for the two of them

eowyn & eomer don’t allow anyone to talk shit about or annoy the other bc that’s their job fuck you very much

frodo has a shitty immune system but sam’s homemade soups seem to always heal from the soul outward

sam is the little spoon favored by the resident neurodivergent

frodo is the resident neurodivergent

yes they’re dating

arwen is always the dd

when it comes to birthdays, don’t ask boromir to remember anyone but faramir’s. hell, he forgets his own birthday sometimes

legolas is the best at remembering the birthdays of his friends but forgets his own

they have to remind each other of their own birthdays when that time of year comes around

merry is always the favorite audience member at a drag show

arwen & eowyn never dress like they’re going to the same place when they hang out

gimli says southern grandpa idioms unironically — “as useless as a screen door on a submarine”, “higher than eagle titties”, “busier than a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest”, you get the idea. merry keeps a running tab of said quotes

boromir is the “we’re not getting a dog” dad. said dog ends up being his best friend & the sole inheritor in his will, fuck them kids

aragorn & gimli have their own moonshine still they think is perfectly hidden from everyone

that does not include merry & pippin, who are booze bloodhounds and immediately knew where to find it but swore to secrecy as long as they got more than everyone else

frodo sips fruity little drinks because he can’t shoot whiskey

sam can drink in the way only a divorced middle-age man can despite not being a divorced middle-aged man

eowyn cannot drive for shit & the several dents on her car prove it. the only reason her insurance hasn’t gone up astronomically is because she just. doesn’t report any of it

said car has a fuck ton of bumper stickers with all sorts of silly things

gimli can’t ride a bike AT ALL but has a motorcycle, make it make sense

he goes on bike rides with eomer when they have the time & the weather is nice

merry & pippin are two halves of a whole idiot at every given moment

eomer LOVES 90s and 00s country music but is kinda picky about newer country (he is a massive fan of cody johnson but will throw you through a wall if you talk about morgan wallen in his presence)

arwen dances in the rain & literally never gets sick from it. merry is insanely jealous of this fact

frodo’s favorite video game is animal crossing: new horizons & has very sound opinions on what villagers are the best (fuck you, rodney)

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[notinusesworld]

“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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[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine being in the mines of Moria with the fellowship.

Pippin: Are we lost?

Merry: No 

Pippin: I think we are 

Merry: *shushes him* 

Y/N: Gandalf's thinking. 

Frodo: *notices Gollum* Y/N, Gandalf! There's something down there. 

Y/N: *turns to Gandalf* You wanna take this one?

Gandalf: *mutters* Not unless you wish to tell me the way.

Y/N: *grins* When in doubt Gandalf, when in doubt.

Turns to Frodo

Y/N: My dear, that would be Gollum. 

Frodo: Gollum?

Y/N: Yes, I think he’s been following us for three days now. Probably set free from the dungeons of Barad-dûr. He wants what you carry upon your neck. 

Frodo: The Ring?

Y/N: Yes, he will spend the rest of his life following where the ring goes, for he loves and hates the ring. Just as he loves and hates himself.

Gandalf: Sméagol’s story is quite a sad one.

Frodo:  Sméagol?

Y/N: Yes, that was what he was called. Before the Ring found him, and drove him mad.

Frodo: Pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance.

Y/N: Pity? No my dear boy.

Gandalf: It was pity that stilled Bilbo’s hand.

Y/N: *grits her teeth* Many that live deserve death

Legolas and Gimli : *both look at Y/N and frown*

Gandalf: And some that that die, deserve life. Can you give it to them Frodo?

Y/N: Do not be too eager to deal out death and judgement dear one. Even the very wise cannot see all ends.

Gandalf: *narrows his eyes at Y/N before turning back to Frodo* My heart tells me there is still some part for Gollum to play whether for ill or for good.

Y/N: The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.

Frodo: I wish the ring never came to me. I wish none of this had happened.

Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times. But that is not up to them to decide.

Y/N: All we can do, is to decide what to do with the time that was given to us.

Gandalf: There are other forces at work in this world and out of it Frodo, *glances at Y/N* besides the will of evil.

Y/N: Bilbo was meant to find the ring, and therefore you were meant to carry it. *grins down at Frodo* Now isn't that an encouraging thought?

Gandalf: Ah its that way!

Merry: He’s remembered!

Gandalf and Y/N: No.

Gandalf: But the air doesn’t smell so foul down here.

Y/N: *grins at Gandalf* When in doubt my friends, follow your nose.

Legolas: I thought it was follow your heart.

Aragorn: As did I

Y/N: Now now my dear friends, your heart goes third and your nose goes second!

Legolas: *puzzled* Then what goes first?

Both grin and look at each other

Aragorn: Her stomach.

Y/N: My stomach.

Sam: Quite wise of you miss Y/N.

Y/N: Thank you Sam.

All walk through the tunnel.

Legolas: *to Aragorn* Do you know what Y/N likes to eat?

Aragorn: Anything that she can get her hands on. Why so curious Legolas.

Legolas: *hurriedly* Just want to know what fuels such a dwarf sized human.

Y/N: I heard that.

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[okay-j-hannah]

Trust The Flowers

The Lord of the Rings : Drabble

Samwise Gamgee x Reader

Word Count: 901

Warnings: sweet new love kisses 😘

Request: “I just re read the whole samwise x reader multi-shot and was itching for more is it perhaps possible to request another sam x reader fic. I was thinking of the stage in a relationship after the first kiss, where they turn more intimate with frequent make out sessions just overall being more lovey dovey but without it being NSFW.” Anon

A/N: The world seems a little brighter and the cause might just be the kisses that Sam is getting

The birds sang merrier. The sun felt warmer. The sky looked bluer. The food tasted better. The gardens looked prettier.

Sam couldn’t explain it, the way colors seemed more vibrant, or the way all laughter seemed contagious, or the way happiness just radiated out of him.

But he had an idea for the cause of the filter.

It was (Y/N).

The girl he was on his way to see again. Not that he hadn’t spent most of the night with her too.

~~~

Sam was picking flower petals again, letting the pretty little plants make decisions for him.

“I’ll see her today. I won’t see her today. I will see her today.” He threw the empty stem to the ground, “Alright, I’m going to see her today.”

He sighed, nerves beginning to eat away at his stomach, “Will I finally try to kiss her?” He picked up the next fallen flower, “I will. I won’t. I will. I won’t.” He paused before picking the last petal, “I will.”

The nerves became a stream of adrenaline to his heart, “I trust you,” he spoke to the flowers, “I’ll bring a couple of you for her just in case.”

He took her a bundle of wildflowers, knocking on her door and practically begging her to walk down to the pond to watch the sunset. He knew she suspected something when she questioned his rambling of counting lightning bugs.

He desperately tried to pull himself together as the frogs croaked and reeds sang. He quoted facts about the lily pads and the pale pink and purple flowers that blossomed there.

(Y/N) held his hand to shush him, “The sun is setting, Sam.” She gazed at the horizon, “That is why we came down here, right?”

Sam had to remind himself how to move his tongue to speak, “Right.” That was a lie. “That was a lie,” he repeated aloud after his own thoughts.

She turned her gaze to him, brows contorted, “Sorry?”

He refrained from cursing himself, “I had different intentions coming here with you.”

She suddenly found herself biting back a smile. Just as she suspected, Sam was probably going to make an attempt to kiss her. And she was going to let him.

“Tell me,” she said softly.

Sam swallowed, inching closer to her, “I… I had hoped to…” he was leaning in, face blooming into a rosy hue.

(Y/N) matched his movements, urging him on, “Hoping to what?”

Then his lips met hers, quick and pressed and hot. He pulled away just an inch, “Oh.” It made her grin.

“Is that all you have to say?” she nearly giggled. But Sam’s reply silenced her.

His eyes went from her delighted eyes to her grinning mouth, and he went for her lips again. This time his hands flew for her cheeks, holding her to his mouth.

~~~

Sam was knocking on her door again, giddy with the happiness coursing through him. And the mere sight of her… well he thought he might just explode.

“Hello,” she said brightly. “I haven’t seen you in nearly six hours.”

He nudged her inside and closed the door, again lost for a reply. He just knew he wanted to touch her again, kiss her again.

He grabbed her face and found her lips. Soft and still at first, introducing the moment with light hands on her cheeks. There was barely a disconnect as he tilted his head, moving her in the direction he wanted.

Tentative as he explored the sensation of her. Her feel, her taste, her warmth. One of his hands slid to behind her neck, fingers sliding through her hair. He realized that with his hold he could maneuver her however he wanted.

She was melting into him, her own hands trailing up from his chest and to the base of his neck. She followed where he went, kissing him in return with just as much rising vigor.

It was all so new. And it made him hungry.

Hungry for more, just more of her, of (Y/N). He didn’t know what to do with himself, he just wanted to consume her. He wanted to hold her and never let go.

And in a way that only Samwise could, he became achingly sweet. He moved from her lips to her cheek, pressing little kisses down until he was lining her jaw. His hands had moved to gather her in his arms.

He held onto her, face now pressed into her shoulder, putting a featherlight kiss there.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around him, feeling so airy she might as well float to the ceiling. “Sam?”

He held her not tightly, but securely. He was too elated to understand the feeling of not wanting to let go, and it led him to grin in a way that only came from the truly happy.

“You haven’t said a word since I opened the door,” (Y/N) laughed, “Are you alright?”

Sam took a deep breath, pulling away only to put his hands back on her face. His thumbs traced her cheekbones, “This feels like a dream.” He put a gentle kiss to her forehead, “A very lovely dream.”

(Y/N) had never felt so cared about, so important, but under the hands of Sam she was everything.

“Then lets never wake up,” she laughed, taking one of his hands to kiss his palm.

Sam just stared at her in wonder.

~~~

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[simplyfandomish]

Imagine you’re Gandalf the Grey’s...Granddaughter?

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Warnings: Mild LOTR lore?? Fluff! Magic! Hobbits! 

Fandom: Lord of the Rings 

Your grandfather was…interesting. He was really cool and fun to party with, but there were times where he scared you shitless as he could make the Earth rumble and the skies dark with just the wave of his magic staff. 

Your grandfather was none other than Gandalf the Grey. One of the mighty wizards or “Istar” that walked the world of Middle Earth.

You were not related by blood by any means. You didn’t even think Wizards could reproduce. The angelic, supernatural beings that were the mighty Maiar were…interesting. 

You would especially know being an Istari yourself. In fact you were the first female Istari. 

(Y/n) the Gold they called you as you specialized in Light and Heat Magic by focusing your powers from the sun. 

You basked in the shining sun as you were lulled into relaxation by the rocking of the wagon. Gandalf was driving the wagon, allowing you to fully relax in the sun and with the influence of pipeweed. Gandalf was smoking as well but less than usual as he had to drive. 

But as you rolled through the meadows and hillsides of The Shire towards Hobbiton, you were relieved there was no major traffic or the human sheriffs that would charge the both of you for riding under the influence.

The reason for the journey to Hobbiton was to attend the birthday party of one of Gandalf’s old friends. Apparently, they were partners on a mission that involved a mighty dragon, and all the armies of Middle-Earth. 

During that time, you were dealing with the obscure weather patterns occurring in Gondor. From your hazy memory it had something to do with the volcanic activity from Mordor covering the sun so crops were failing to grow. 

Why Man would even build a mighty civilization as close to that wicked place was beyond you. ‘Dumb humans.’ 

You choked as the smoke went down the wrong pipe. Gandalf chuckled at your misfortune. “Don’t keel over just yet, granddaughter. We have to celebrate such a festive occasion!” Gandalf patted your back harshly to help clear your airways.

You coughed and hacked. 

Again, you and the much older man were not blood related, but the both of you had adopted each other? Yeah, that’s a good way to put it. 

The both of you kept running into each other and after joking about stalking one another, you decided to band together and go on adventures together, learning magic and ways of life from one another, and smoking pipeweed. What a perfect arrangement!

“You’re late.” A new voice piped up. 

It was a hobbit! You’ve never seen one before!  He was so tiny! And so cute!

Gandalf stopped the wagon and you watched the interaction in curiosity. 

“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins.” Gandalf began in all seriousness. “Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.” You glanced between the two silently. It was strangely tense for a moment before both of them dissolved into boisterous laughter. 

“It’s wonderful to see you, Gandalf!” The little being flew into Gandalf’s arms and the two embraced.

You smiled at the interaction.  

“You didn’t think I’d miss your Uncle Bilbo’s birthday did you? Ah, and I want to introduce my granddaughter.” The hobbit sat snug between the both of you and turned up to look at you. He was so tiny! “This is (Y/n) the Gold.” 

Frodo smiled and shook your hand. ��It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss.” 

“The pleasure is all mine, Frodo. I’ve heard how you Hobbits can throw raging parties.”

“Oh yes, half the Shire has been invited and the other half were going to turn up anyways!” The males chuckled. “But your grandfather is the wild one. Especially after whisking my Uncle away on a wild adventure that involved a dragon!” Frodo turned back to Gandalf, “You’ve been officially labeled a distributor of the peace.” 

“Oh really?” Gandalf muttered to himself, noticing the glares that were shot at him by some of the Hobbit folk as you entered the community.

You rubber necked as you observed the daily lifestyles of the Hobbits. They harvested in their bountiful fields and gardens, feasted on fat cakes, chugged from small ale barrels, smoked on the delicious pipeweed, and were bustling around to prepare for the magnificent birthday party for Frodo’s uncle. 

The glares shot at the Gray Wizard were triumphed by the shrieking sounds of giggling children. 

A group of young Hobbit children chased after the wagon and shouted your grandfather’s name. 

Guess your grandfather was a big deal around town!  

Frodo stared at Gandalf expectantly, but the old man ignored the children. Instead the old man glanced at you with that twinkle in his eyes. 

You grinned at the quiet permission. You turned and spun in your seat, leaning against the back to steady yourself as you raised and twirled your staff in the air. 

Your staff was your prized possession - intricate spirals and curls were carved into the piece of mahogany by your own hands with a chunk of topaz stone held in place at the top. The stone naturally sparkled under the light of the sun and it glittered more when you used your powers. 

You used your powers to collect the rays of the sun and transform them into a rain of gold glitter - the evaporating kind of course, you didn’t want to receive the wrath of the Hobbit parents from dealing with the sparkles. 

Where the sparkles landed, small golden flowers manifested. Flower crowns and necklaces appeared on the children; On the ground, the same golden flowers sprouted from the dirt. 

One particular gardener became enthralled with the random golden sprout that manifested in his beloved peony sprout plant pot and he eagerly looked around for the one responsible. 

Samwise’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. The wind whipped through your hair made you look angelic as you stood on the wagon and used your magic to create the trail of golden sparkles and flowers. 

Sam was among others to rush to their fences and watch your powers at play. 

They knew the old man and the young Hobbit in the wagon next to you, but you were an entirely new face.

Mr. Frodo was grinning up at you, so Mr. Frodo must know the pretty young sorceress! Samwise was eager to get off work and ask more about you from his friend. 

You smiled at your achievement and plopped yourself back into your seat. 

“Hobbits love gardening, so do one of your pretty flower shows.”

“Great idea, grandfather!”

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[swanimagines]

HELLO MY OLD HEART | SAM GAMGEE

Summary: When Sam tells you he's going to join Frodo to take the ring to Mount Doom, you have to get used to life with him far away. Based on Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos.

When Sam had told you that he will go along Frodo and Gandalf to help destroy the Ring, you had gotten into a big fight over it. You were afraid of receiving a word of Sam's death or his body being delivered for burial, but Sam was insistent to go with Frodo. You had tried to talk him out of it for an hour, but he wouldn't budge. You kind of understood why he wouldn't, but it still felt unfair how he was putting his life in danger over some stupid ring.

"Well, you go then," you had finally mumbled with tears in your eyes as you had opened the door for him, and Sam hadn't come by anymore. He had left, and every morning you woke up with a squeezing feeling in your chest thinking about whether or not you would ever see him again. If he was already dead. If Sauron's men had got him. If something else horrible had happened to him. And even though you knew he's a tough bone to break and on top of it, he had the greatest wizard with him for protection; it hurt either way.

You had gone back to your daily life, keeping Frodo's garden alive too even though nobody had asked you to. It just brought you comfort to see them doing well and you could picture Sam doing well too when the flowers bloomed. Maybe they had just dropped the Ring to Mount Doom, maybe they were on their way back on that moment. You tried to stay positive. You had to stay positive.

You wanted to be angry at Sam, for risking his life like that, but you also admired his courage for a cause like that. You knew it was selfish to be angry at him for that, but your worrying felt like it would kill you. Every night, you woke up to the littlest of sounds. Hoping Sam had come home, but he never had.

Your heart wanted him to come back home - to share your home with him for the rest of your lives. And despite everything, you knew that wherever Sam was on that moment, he was hoping to be home soon too.

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[luckynumber-8]

As Cold as Ice (Sam Gamgee x F Hobbit! Reader)

Description: The Fellowship has been stopped at Caradrahas, and you and the hobbits are beginning to feel the cold.

Warnings: gets angsty, reader momentarily contemplates death

a/n: Well, I did it! First one shot! Also, I should mention I like writing in a universe that's closer to the books than the movies, and I thought, where better for an angsty fic than that part where they're stuck in the blizzard and everyone is getting hypothermia? Leave a comment of some feedback if you will, it's like "writer motivation juice":)

~

“Caradhras was called the Cruel, and has an ill name,” said Gimli, “long years ago, when rumor of Sauron had not been heard in these lands.”

      “It matters little who is the enemy, if we cannot beat off his attack,” said Gandalf.

      “But what can we do?” cried Pippin. He was leaning on Merry and Frodo, and he was shivering.

“Either stop where we are, or go back,” said Gandalf. “It is no good going on. Only a little higher, if I remember rightly, this path leaves the cliff and runs into a wide shallow trough at the bottom of a long hard slope. We should have no shelter there from snow, or stones – or anything else.”

      “And it is no good going back while the storm holds,” said Aragorn. “We have passed no place on the way up that offered more shelter than this cliff-wall we are under now.”

      “Shelter!” muttered Sam. “If this is shelter, then one wall and no roof make a house.”

~ J. R. R. Tolkien

      You wrapped your cloak about your shoulders as tightly as it would go, rubbing the coarse, worn threads against your shoulders in a vain attempt to get warmer. The snowstorm hadn’t let up at all since the Fellowship had slowed to wait out the storm, and you were beginning to feel the biting cold – really feel it, in a deep and scary way that was freezing the feeling right out of your body and making you feel all thick and heavy.

      To your right, the other four hobbits were huddled in a cluster behind Bill the pony, trying to stay warm. Sam, angel that he was, was actively trying to warm his companions up, rubbing their shoulders and pulling blankets out of packs to wrap them in. You watched as he wrapped a blanket around Frodo’s shoulders, then practically squawked in alarm and pulled Pippin up from where he’d been trying to lay his head down in the snow – he was the tiniest of the five of you and hadn’t been bearing the frigid temperatures very well.

      Even though there was no heat to be found anywhere, a tiny part of your core warmed watching Sam take such good care of his friends. You knew that, even in a hopeless situation like this one, he’d fight until the very last to protect everyone that he could. Me next, a tiny voice in the back of your mind whispered. Please come take care of me next.

      A gust of wind blew snowflakes into your eyelashes, and you choked on a cough as the bitterly cold air hit the back of your throat. You knew Sam wouldn’t be coming to warm you – you explicitly told him not to. There’d only been room for four to shelter behind Bill, and you knew in your heart of hearts that the other four were far more important to the quest than you were. They hadn’t asked for you to sneak after them on this quest – it wasn’t their fault that you’d been snooping to see why Sam was moving to Crickhollow. They didn’t make you chase after them into the old forest when they suddenly left early one morning, or stalk them until you were all caught by the Barrow-Wight. They weren’t supposed to be saddled with you, and you weren’t going to be the one extra person who caused the downfall of the Fellowship.

      Sam had been angry when he found you’d tagged along. The two of you had fought – he’d said things that made your heart ache, like “you weren’t supposed to be here,” “I never wanted you involved in something like this,” “can’t you just go home, Y/N?” Because you wanted to be there. You wanted to be there, heart, body, and soul, because he was there. You’d die before you let Samwise Gamgee run off on a dangerous quest that he might never return from without saying so much as goodbye to you. In fact, there was quite a bit more you’d like to say to him, but the two of you had barely said two words in passing to each other since that fight. Because then the Nazgul had come, and you’d had no choice but to continue on with Strider and the rest. They were stuck with you.

      But you weren’t as important. You weren’t needed, and you could feel it. Which was why you were letting the other hobbits take the available shelter; “I’ll be fine keeping watch here,” you’d told Sam shortly. “Tend to the others. I’ll sit with Boromir and Legolas.”

      Now, the cold was getting to you, and almost twice as fast as the others. You’d been sitting on Boromir’s right, and his tall figure provided some refuge from the gusts of snow that blew at you, but small piles of white were beginning to collect in the folds of your clothing, and your eyelashes were cold against your face when you blinked, which you were doing much more slowly and frequently as the cold threatened to take you into a never-ending sleep.

      Perhaps this is how they’ll get me off their hands, you thought dejectedly. This cold will freeze me to the bone, but perhaps it’s better off that way.

      Another part of your mind pushed back. You haven’t told him how you feel yet, it argued. You’ve got to live for the day that you can hold Samwise’s hands and tell him that you love him, live for a time when his arms will give you all the warmth you could ever need – a time past this when we can have time for love again.

      You remembered his scathing comments, the ones that proved you weren’t wanted.

      Perhaps life was just full of those sorts of disappointments, sorely and bitterly freezing, as cold as the end you were surely about to meet.

      You closed your eyes, letting the cold numb away the last of the feelings you would ever have.

      “Y/N?”

      A voice.

      “Y/N! Oh, she’s so cold...I never should have let her out of my sight.”

      It couldn’t be. Shouldn’t be.

      “Please, someone, a blanket…anything! Get her warm. Bless you. Boromir. I’ll repay you somehow, swear. Hold on to me, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

      You fastened yourself to the sound of Sam’s voice, and hauled on it as hard as you could to pull yourself back to the conscious world.

      One eye opened, then the other. You gasped and shuddered as the cold came rushing back in an icy surge – the numbness was leaving, but at least you still had feeling in your extremities. As you came to, you noticed just the barest warm presence enveloping you, not unlike a blanket.

      You half-expected to be met with snowflakes falling into your eyes, but none came. You were met with the image of a tall animal with four legs, shuffling its feet to keep warm.

      “Bill?” You rasped, confused. Then you realized where you were – and how you were, more so.

      It was Sam. Of course, it was Sam. He was holding you tightly in his arms, with the two of you seated so you were as close as possible; if you would have had any blood circulation to spare, you might have managed a blush. His warm chest pressed against your back, and a scrap of something soft was tucked around you – a scrap of Boromir’s cloak, you realized, cut rather jaggedly like it had been sliced with a sword.

      “This will be the death of the halflings,” you heard Boromir say, but his voice was distant in your ears. You managed to tilt your head so you could look into Sam’s eyes.

      I’m sorry for being such a burden, you wanted to say. I’m sorry that I’m here.

      Instead, all you could stutter was, “S-s-so c-c-c-cold, hur-r-rts.”

      Sam looked back at you, a startlingly fierce look in his eyes. “I know. I’m so sorry I let you go so far. But you’re going to get warm again, soon if I have any say in it. We’re going to be alright, Y/N.”

      The sudden his change in his demeanor was unexpected, but you weren’t going to complain. You nestled closer, clutching the scrap of Boromir’s cloak in one hand and Sam’s arm in the other.

      A rustle in the snow next to you – Legolas knelt down next to Sam, holding a bottle. “Miruvor,” he said softly. “Elven cordial – one small sip for each of us, but it holds the promise of fresh strength and warmth. There is enough to split between the five of you.” He handed the bottle to Sam with an encouraging look.

      Sam held the bottle straight out to you. “You have mine, Y/N,” he said stoutly. “I haven’t felt the cold much, I’ll do alright without.”

      It was tempting to take the liquor and down as much as you could – it was clear and sparkling in the bottle and smelled of warm spices. But you pressed it back into Sam’s hand, noting how his fingertips had an icy coolness to them. “There’s enough for each of us,” you echoed. “You first, Samwise.” You tightened your grip on his wrist, weak as it was, hoping to communicate that you hadn’t completely lost your strength.

      Sam shook his head and uncorked the flask. “I’d never known anyone more stubborn before you, do you know that?”

      You chuckled, just a little. “I’d s-say yes, but you’ve known your-r-self your whole life.”

      He was convinced quickly – you guessed he was colder than he let on. After a tiny sip, it was your turn. The liquid hit your throat warmer than you’d expected, and you shivered at its sweetness and flavor. The miruvor had a vitality to it that you’d never gotten from any food before – part of the elven magic, you supposed.

      Sam would have gone absolutely mad over this back when we were still naïve little Shirefolk, you thought sadly. Not just having been in the presence of elves, but traveling with them, and tasting their potions…only the circumstances absolutely ruin it.

      You felt your strength returning, and an internal warmth tingled through your bones. Your limbs moved with less stiffness, and your eyelids didn’t feel so heavy – the cold was by no means blocked out, but the worst of it seemed to have come to pass.

      You lifted your head and looked around. Gandalf seemed to have overcome his aversion to fire, for one had been lit and was crackling merrily under the shelter of the cliff. The other hobbits were huddled around it; Merry was practically pouring the last of the elf cordial down Pippin’s throat (the youngest hobbit looked to be in barely a better state than you were). Frodo was curled up next to Boromir, who was constantly prodding the hobbit to ensure he was awake.

      It was at this point you realized you were still seated on Sam’s lap, and an uncomfortable number of conflicting feelings struck you with such ferocity that it seemed more prudent to avoid them altogether, You made to crawl off of Sam’s lap and join everyone at the fire, but a firm grip on your wrist held you back.

      “Wait.” There was a different note in Sam’s voice, one that made you turn quickly. “I want to know why you did that just now. Why would you put yourself at risk like that, refusing shelter and tryin’ to go off on your own? You could have easily died. Matter of fact, you almost did.”

      This was it. Here came the conflict again – why are you here, Y/N, ruining our grand adventure? Maybe if you just laid it all out on him, he’d leave you be.

      You inhaled, then let all the words on your mind out in one breath so nothing could be held back. “I don’t belong here, Samwise Gamgee. You of all people should see that, since you’re the one who tells me so often. I know I’m a burden, and I hate that you hate that I’m here. This whole quest would be better off without me, alright? You, Frodo, Pippin, Merry – you’re the important ones. You need to survive, so I gave you the shelter. It doesn’t matter if I die here. In fact, it would probably help you all along. So there you have it. Happy? Now if you don’t mind, I do prefer being alive at this time, so I’m going to try and get some warmth.” The rant left a nasty taste in your mouth, like you’d spit something toxic.

      “It does matter.”

      You didn’t want to hold your breath, to wait and see what followed, but you did anyway, because no matter what he had said, there was a reason you’d stole away from Crickhollow early that morning. There was a reason you’d chased Sam all the way through Middle Earth, up until now.

                Sam took your hand in his. “It matters to me, Y/N. It matters because… because… well…” He stopped and looked away.

            You were speechless. In all your time, Sam Gamgee was the poet. He always had pretty words to say. You’d never seen him at a loss for them.

            When he turned back, that fiery look of resolution was back on his face. You almost didn’t have time to process it, because before you could blink, he was kissing you – a strong, passionate, romantic sort of kiss, one that would have had you weak at the knees if you weren’t already sitting on them. You once again found yourself frozen and unable to move, but this time it wasn’t cold or altogether unpleasant; in fact, a lovely, tingly sort of warmth was spreading through you. You summoned up all your willpower and threw your arms around Sam, kissing him back with as much intent as you could muster.

            After some undefinable amount of time (you never knew how long that first kiss of yours was – only that there were many future ones), he finally pulled away, as pink in the cheeks as a frozen hobbit could be. “I hope that explains some things,” he said rather shyly. “I only wished you weren’t here because this quest could be the end of us all, and I want you alive and happy and safe. If I were to be the selfish sort, I’d have taken you with me from the beginning, if only so I could have your beauty and kindness to get me through the struggles of each day.”

            You shivered, though the cold likely wasn’t the cause. There was the poet you’d fallen in love with – the strong soul who you knew would probably be the reason this quest succeeded, if the Fellowship could make it off this cursed mountain. “Well, you make the worst sort of liar, Samwise,” you said, but there was a smile on your face. “You had me fooled – though I suppose you’ve somewhat made up for it now.” In fact, you could barely suppress the giddy grin that was trying to stretch your frozen cheeks.

            Sam laced his fingers through your cold ones. “Well, I suppose there’s no turning back now, so we might as well make the best of it. I suppose I can hardly complain now, with you as my companion...or sweetheart now, I suppose.”

            “I’ll tell you a secret,” you whispered, “I’ve always wanted to hear you say those words.” You squeezed his hand. “I came because I couldn’t stand to leave you, and I don’t plan to. Let’s go warm our bones before we freeze into a pair of hobbit-sicles.” You tugged him after you to the fire, which warmed everyone through the night.

            Hope no longer seemed so far away.

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Headcanons for cuddling with Samwise Gamgee...

Sam loves to cuddle. He loves getting all snuggled up nice and warm and cosy with you, falling asleep to the sounds of the Shire.

He loves wrapping you in his arms. He knows that he's not very big and he's not very strong but when you're there, snuggled into his chest, he feels like the biggest, strongest Hobbit in the Shire. He feels like he could kill any beast that dare come near you. It makes him puff up his chest all big and proud as he daydreams about it.

If either of you have had a stressful day it's just routine to drop everything and either lay on the couch or go to bed and cuddle. Once settled and comfy, you'll rant to the other about what's happened and what's annoyed you. Dealing with it whilst in a cuddle makes it seem half as bad as it was previously.

Even if he's too warm he doesn't want to let go because he just loves you too much.

He loves when he's reading a book and you slip under his arm to lie on his chest. He'll automatically start reading aloud and within a few chapters, you're sound asleep on him.

He could be in the world's most uncomfy position and Sam wouldn't budge if it meant disturbing you. He doesn't mind. If you're comfy and happy then that's enough for him.

His hugs are warm and comforting; reminiscent of home.

He'll always wake up first so he'll first kiss your forehead before sneaking into the kitchen to make breakfast. He'll come back, wake you up with more kisses and then the two of you will eat breakfast in bed whilst wrapped around each other. Perfection.

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how you pamper them when they're stressed/overworked

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ARAGORN: he actually feels like that quite often, but he’s incredibly good at hiding it. Luckily, you’re an expert in reading him like an open book, but oftentimes you need to literally physically drag him away from whatever he is doing (and he might complain as you do so). Aragorn just enjoys sometimes being quiet with you, and it’s usually what he needs when his mind is racing, or his body is overexerted. Or both. You can just lie down together and run your fingers slowly through his hair, and that will help him forget his worries at least for a little while. Secretly he is an absolute sucker for sweet, romantic confessions of love and affection, and he will melt if you whisper sweet nothings in his ear.

LEGOLAS: something has to be extremely serious for him to feel that way, because his limits are very high; but in those moments he just wants to get away from everything as soon as possible and run to you, because with you the rest of the world just fades away. He enjoys an outing in nature, far away from real life, especially if the two of you find a nice lake or river to go for a swim in, and eventually act like a couple of children splashing and chasing each other. If that doesn’t help, he likes to sit in front of you and let you braid his hair as he talks about whatever is on his mind, and it also helps him physically relax to have you sitting behind and so close to him.

BOROMIR: this man will most likely push himself to his absolute limits, because he shoulders too much responsibility and feels pressured constantly to be on top of things. However, it’s easy to notice when he becomes a bit more irritable at one point, and then you know it’s time to talk him into taking at least a little break. That can be a slippery slope, because once he gets you alone for 5 minutes, it can very easily turn into 15 hours, and he would never finish anything. But on some days it’s just necessary - you sweet talk him into a cuddle session, during which he accidentally falls asleep with his head over your heart, or you make some tea with love as the special ingredient – and tell him that! He’s going to melt and finally, gratefully accept that his partner wants to look after him.

FARAMIR: much like his brother, he will probably suffer in silence, but you can’t miss his tired sighs every now and then, and the way he shuts his eyes and rubs his temples. If you hug him from behind, he will melt into your touch and lean onto you so much that you will almost topple over, but that will also make him admit to himself that he really needs a break. Run him a nice, hot bath complete with fragrant ingredients, and candles lit around it,  and he will be forever grateful. If you don’t join immediately, he will very sweetly ask you to come with him because 'oh the bath is so big and so lonely' without one more person in it. 

ÉOMER: this hardworking man is actually quite in touch with how he feels, both physically and emotionally, and he knows when things are becoming too much and he needs to step away for his own good. It is not unusual for him to go search for you and suggest that the two of you do something away from everyday life. Many times he doesn’t even suggest anything, he just follows behind you whatever you’re doing - taking a walk and admiring some trees in bloom? He’s right there holding your hand. Sitting on a balcony and reading? He will lay his head on your lap and ask you to read to him. And he is content just being present with you.

SAM: he gets both overworked and stressed quite often, poor thing. Make him something to eat and bring it outside while he’s working in the garden, and just have a spontaneous mini-picnic in the backyard. Although he’s very hardworking and persistent, over time he’s learned to accept your help and pampering, and he really really enjoys it too. If he is under mental stress, maybe you’ll need to push him a little bit to tell you what is on his mind, but once he does, he will gladly listen to your advice or any help you can give him. 

FRODO: baby boy is in his head a lot and oftentimes he will accidentally create things to worry about, and he will just zone out. if he has a faraway look in his eyes, while doing nothing in particular, you can accurately guess what is up. He likes to feel useful, and he will gratefully accept if you ask him to help you with whatever you’re doing - it gives him an excuse to be kind and helpful, but also spend time with his favorite person. Especially if you’re organizing/re-organizing something, he will enjoy doing it with you, or cooking - he might not be the best at it, but he delights in giving you a hand, and he likes to learn and improve new skills anyway. 

MERRY: he is actually much more of an overthinker than he seems to be on the outside, so stress sometimes just generates outta nowhere! Also he isn’t the biggest fan of physical labor out there, but he is a little bit of a show-off when it comes to you, and he will go above and beyond when helping you with something or doing something for you, until he can barely stand. Afterwards he will take pride in the fact that you had to force him to stop whatever he was doing, but he was simply being so very nice to his favorite person! Something he loves to do to unwind in those moments is just come up with random stories with you, the two of you taking turns making up characters and events. He is a little bit of a baby and he will just take your hand wordlessly and put it in his hair, because it feels nice when you run your fingers through it.

PIPPIN: he will either be stressing over very small, irrelevant things, or something absolutely terrible, no in-between. If it’s something small, he has no problem rambling about it to you, and that usually helps him sort things out; but if it’s something serious, he will grow quiet. The best thing you can do for him in those moments is distract him with a silly idea like “let’s go for a walk and find as many kinds of blue flowers as we can” or just straight up make him laugh - it’s the best medicine. He wouldn’t ask you directly to do it, but he’d love it if you could just hold him or cuddle him for a bit (he’s the little spoon of course).

BILBO: oh he will get worked up over a whole bunch of random things; and when he is working on something, he goes all in (and then has a random episode of doing absolutely nothing), so you need to be the one who grounds him in reality sometimes. Just don’t startle him when approaching him quietly. He is very responsive to your touch and he will just lean into you as soon as you’re near, almost forgetting about everything else. He adores it when you hold his face in your hands and he will look at you as if hypnotized while you comfortingly reassure him that everything will be alright and that he doesn’t have to do anything alone as long as you’re around.

FÍLI: he is very big on “strong protective independent dwarf” and sometimes he doesn’t fully allow himself to rest properly, or to process some things that are bothering him on the inside. However, at one point it will all have to culminate, and then his first instinct is to shut himself off. A guaranteed way to get through to him is to kiss him senselessly wherever you can reach and it makes him subconsciously relax almost immediately. He will kiss you back passionately which helps him eliminate some of the tension he’s feeling. Additionally, he will never ever say no to receiving a nice little massage from you. 

KÍLI: oh he is quite proud of himself if he ends up overworking himself for you, as if it gives him bonus partner points. You will gently scold him for pushing himself too far, and then he will pout, but you know he still doesn’t regret it. Then he himself will drag you away for a cuddle session - he chose that as his reward for being the very best partner in all of Middle-earth - but you don’t have to exclusively cuddle. He finds it very relaxing if you sing something quietly to him and he will look up at you with shining eyes.

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Samwise Gamgee Masterlist

“Where is all the content that previously existed on this blog?”

REQUESTS: Closed (but can be commissioned for)

> fluff (f) angst (a) suggestive (s)

Blurbs:

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Headcannons:

(f) Courting Samwise Gamgee Would Include

(f) His Favourite Thing About You

(f) How He Loves You

(f) Falling Asleep With Him

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