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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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A Forgetful Drunk

The Lord of the Rings : Drabble

Samwise Gamgee x Reader

Word Count: 954

Warnings: just a drunken samwise amping up his forgetfulness 😊

Request: “Hi just curious how do you think a drunk samwise will act around his s/o?” Anon

A/N: After a few too many, Sam attempts to hit on you, forgetting that you are already a couple

The barmaiden approached with a tray laden with half-pints, frothy and bubbling over the sides. She waved off the whistles and laughter of patrons already giddy with ale.

“Miss,” came a waving hand, “Another, please.”

She turned to see Samwise Gamgee looking at her with sleepy eyes.

“Master Gamgee,” she smiled. The longer she looked at him the more she noticed the signs of his drunkenness; the rose of his cheeks and the sway of his lighthearted body. “You sure about another?”

He motioned for a tankard like a hopeful child, “I must gather my courage.”

“Must you?” She couldn’t help but laugh, giving in and passing over a mug filled to the brim. “Whatever for?”

Sam gulped, swallowing more froth than ale, “There’s a pretty girl I wish to acquaint myself with.”

The barmaiden scrunched her brow, “What girl?” She eyed the chair beside him that was normally occupied with his dearest.

“Over there,” he mumbled, wiping at his lip, “See her smiling?”

The maiden turned her eyes across the pub, spotting (Y/N) as she laughed at something a cousin said. The young hobbit dazzled with her smile, entertained with her full body laughter, clutching her stomach as she did.

“Miss (Y/N),” the barmaiden stated, raising a brow. Everyone in town knew that Miss (Y/N) and Master Sam were an established pair - they had been courting since the fall harvest. “You haven’t introduced yourself yet?”

Sam shook his head haphazardly, putting a few fingers to his temple to stop the motion. “And I’m terribly nervous about it.”

The maiden held back a giggle. How much had he had to drink? “I’m sure she’d love to talk to you.”

Rubbing hard at his eyes, a pout on his lips, Sam asked, “How do you know?” He suddenly slammed his hands down, gaze widening in shock, “Has she been talking about me?”

“Oh yes,” she replied, readjusting the tray in her hands, “I reckon she might fancy you.”

Sam’s mouth fell open, “Fancy… me? By my word…”

“Go talk to her,” she said, moving onto the next table, “You don’t have any reason to be nervous.”

But Samwise was nervous. This was the girl of his dreams. The girl he’d been fawning over for years.

He took a shaky breath, downing as much of the new ale as he could stand. He kept his sleepy eyes on the girl responsible for the butterflies wriggling in his stomach. “Right then,” he grumbled, standing rather unsteadily.

He stumbled, grabbing onto chairs for support as he made his way over. The closer he got the warmer his stomach became. All the ale had addled his brain and boiled in his belly. His steps were sluggish and as heavy as cement bricks.

(Y/N) finished catching up with some relatives, turning to find her Samwise. She was delighted to see him already on his way.

And very clearly inebriated.

“Hello there,” she said with an endearing smile. She lightly placed a hand on his shoulder, steadying him.

Sam blinked hard a few times, eyes following the length of her arm, “Hello (Y/N).”

“Sweetie,” she said warmly, putting a hand against his head, “How much have you drunk tonight?”

He swallowed hard, “My name’s Sam.”

“I know,” she smiled, “Did you hear my question?”

“You know who I am?” his smile was lopsided, his shoulders sagging, “I don’t believe it.”

She bit her lip - it looked like drunken Sam was becoming forgetful Sam. It had happened on a number of occasions and always made (Y/N) feel like she did when he first tried to court her.

“Believe it, dearest,” she fixed the collar of his shirt, his eyes boring into her.

He was getting redder by the second, “Pardon me, miss, but I have to tell you… you are the most beautiful hobbit I have ever seen.”

“You tell me that every day, Sam,” she giggled, pulling on the rumbled fabric of his coat.

He looked confused again, “I don’t recall.”

“That’s because you’re drunk,” she whispered, tugging on his hand, “Let’s get you home.”

There was shock behind the grogginess of his eyes, “You speak as if we’ve done this before.”

“Sam,” she grinned, waving off the pub patrons as they neared the door, “You seem to have forgotten that we’ve been together for months now.”

The drunken, red-cheeked man was positively beaming, “We have?” He raised their intertwined hands, “How could I have forgotten one of my dreams coming true.”

(Y/N) smiled shyly, “You’ll remember once you’ve slept it off.”

He was nearly giddy as he pulled her to a stop, “So this means I can do this…” He put the back of her hand to his lips and watched her reaction.

She laughed, “Yes, you absolutely can do that.”

“And what about this?” He slowly put his free hand to her cheek, his fingers finding their way into her hair.

A deeper sound came from her, “Whenever you want.”

“And this?” he asked quietly, leaning in at a painfully slow pace, his gaze still cautious and wondering. “Can I?”

Her skin prickled at the look he was giving her - as if it was going to be their first kiss and he couldn’t contain the nerves eating at him.

She gave in quickly, pressing her lips into his, fast and fierce. He was stuttering and smiling happily when she pulled away.

“You make me blush,” she said, tugging on him to keep walking, “You know sometimes I think you pretend to be more forgetful than you are when drunk. You just want to play.”

Sam hummed his reply, still unsteady but holding onto her, “Perhaps.”

She playfully hit his arm, “Samwise Gamgee!”

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just-a-little-cellist · 1 year

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Lord Of The Rings Preferences: How They Kiss You

(A/N: wahey my LOTR rewatch is finished so here comes the content :P if there's a specific scenario you want or another character you'd like me to add, send it to my ask box and I'll see what I can do!

!!edited to add characters!!)

(Includes Sam, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir and Faramir x Gender neutral reader)

Sam:

Oh Sam is shyyyyyyy when it comes to kissing you. He's always so nervous about doing something wrong in the early stages of your relationship, so his kisses are sweet but cautious - you might have to take the lead until he gets more comfortable. Bonus: if you run your fingers through his hair while you kiss him his brain completely shuts out.

Pippin:

Pippin has absolutely no experience with this sort of thing but more than makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm. One of his favourite ways to tease you is to dot kisses all over your face whenever he gets chance (but if you do the same thing to him he will go bright red). If you even hint at the idea of making out with him he's thrilled but doesn't know what to do with himself, and probably runs to Merry in a panic to ask about it.

Aragorn:

As can be expected, Aragorn is deeply passionate with his affection for you. While not one to initiate it, he isn't opposed to PDA, but he vastly prefers finding a secluded area for just the two of you where he can take his time appreciating you. He tends to get a little more rough or possessive when kissing you after you've been in a dangerous situation or recently reunited (wrists pinned over your head against a tree kind of rough), and this is met with a lot of teasing from the Fellowship if they walk in on it.

Legolas:

Legolas has less experience than you might think, however he's a very quick learner and quickly eases into the familiarity of your affection. His kisses are slow and soft, and more frequent than you expect - once he's with you he realises how touch starved he is. He's most likely taller than you, and he absolutely loves if you tug him down by his shirt to kiss him. (Pull his hair as well, he will MELT.)

Boromir:

Boromir is incredibly open about expressing his affection towards you and is absolutely one for grand displays of romance. He's the type to pick you up and spin you before planting a long, sweet kiss on your lips, mostly because he loves how flustered it makes you when he catches you off guard, but also because he loves to show you off as his. He also hugs you from behind a lot and will litter your neck with kisses whenever he gets chance.

Faramir:

did somebody say HOPELESS ROMANTIC? All of Faramir's actions serve to prove how hopelessly in love with you he is, and kissing you is no different. He gets lost in the feeling of you every single time and treats you so gently, as if you might fade away in front of him. He'll usually cup your cheek as he kisses you, fingertips tracing your jawline, or he'll tuck your hair behind your ear and softly tilt your chin up to look at him before he leans in. This man is basically just the epitome of a romance novel.

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hazelnuthobbit · 3 months

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How to Drink Tea With Only 9 Fingers

Been ages since I posted but this is a piece I made in 2022 for the “Whether or No’ Zine… it’s based on a fanfic I’ve written but never posted. Miiiiight post it in a billion years. Maybe.

#lord of the rings #lotr #my art #hobbit #samfro #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #frodo fanart #lotr fanart #samwise x frodo #samwise the brave #lotr samwise #lotr frodo #frodo x sam #frodo and sam #they’re in love your honor #gigolas #if you squint #whether or no zine

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frodo-with-glasses · 10 months

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“I did. To the most belovedest place in all the world. To my Rose and my garden.”

#samwise gamgee #rosie cotton #sam x rosie #rosewise #lord of the rings #lotr #my art #fig tree au #this one’s for you washboard <3 #sorry i’m so late; i had to make a long drive this morning lol

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velvet4510 · 1 month

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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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greenandsorrow · 25 days

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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...

💛 tips are highly appreciated || masterlist

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thewulf · 1 month

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Veiled Allegiance || Aragorn

Summary: Request: I was wondering if I could request an Aragorn x reader where the fellowship is already on their quest and maybe the reader is a ranger or just a good fighter but maybe she saves Aragorn’s life and he asks her to join them... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahhh loved writing this one! Thank you so much for the request. As always, please keep them coming!

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.5k +

TW: General LOTR triggers, anxiety, orcs, bows, knives, killing creatures

The forest whispered secrets to those who dared to listen, its ancient boughs swaying in a silent dance with the wind. Among the shadows, you moved with the grace of a predator, your cloak melding seamlessly with the darkness that coated the land. You were a Ranger of Ithilien, a ghost in the night, your past veiled in mystery and your purpose known only to yourself.

It was amidst the tangled undergrowth of the woods that you stumbled upon them; a ragtag group of travelers bound by a common purpose. The Fellowship, they called themselves, their faces etched with determination and the weight of their quest heavy upon their shoulders. And yet, amidst the weariness and uncertainty, there burned a flicker of hope, a flame that refused to be extinguished. You followed and listened to the nine males walking towards their sure death, so you learned. Who in their right mind would travel to the dark with such determination?

At first, you observed from the shadows, your keen eyes taking in every detail, every nuance of their interactions. You watched as they argued and laughed, their friendship a testament to the bonds that bound them together. And though you remained on the periphery, a silent observer in a world not your own, a part of you longed for the connection they shared.

It was on a fateful night, beneath the shadow of darkness, that your paths would intersect in unexpected ways. The Fellowship found themselves beset by enemies; their camp surrounded by creatures hungry for blood. With blades drawn and hearts pounding, they prepared to face their assailants, unaware of the silent watcher in their midst.

As arrows flew and steel clashed in the night, you swiftly engaged, a lethal force amidst the chaos. Closer to the heart of battle with each fallen foe, your presence epitomized death's fury. Amidst the aftermath, you stood amidst carnage, your cloak stained by enemy blood.

Silence fell heavy, punctuated only by fallen breaths, before the Fellowship turned to you, eyes filled with gratitude and wonder. Bonds formed, destinies entwined, as you found your place among them amidst the battle's ruins.

"You have proven yourself a true ally this night," he said, his voice carrying the weight of authority and respect. "Will you join us on our journey?" For he knew the value of having another person skilled in battle would be for the Fellowship.

His words hung in the air, heavy with significance. You met his gaze, your own eyes searching his for any hint of deception or ulterior motive. But all you found was sincerity, a genuine desire for your companionship on their quest.

For a moment, the weight of his request bore down upon you, the magnitude of the decision looming large in your mind. You had spent so long walking the path of solitude, guarding your heart against the pain of betrayal and loss. To join the Fellowship was to forsake the shadows that had been your home for so long, to step into the light and embrace the bonds of friendship and camaraderie.

But as you looked upon the faces of your newfound acquaintances, their expressions filled with hope and trust, you knew that your journey lay not in solitude, but in the company of kindred spirits. With a nod, you accepted Aragorn's offer, your voice steady as you spoke your oath of allegiance.

"I will join you," you said, your words a solemn vow. "Together, we will face whatever trials lie ahead, united in purpose and bound by the ties that bind us."

And as the Fellowship gathered around you, their voices raised in a chorus of affirmation, you felt a sense of belonging wash over you, a feeling long forgotten amidst the shadows of the past. For in that moment, amidst the ruins of battle, you had found not just allies, but friends—companions on a journey that would test the limits of courage and compassion, and forge bonds stronger than steel.

As the days turned to nights and the Fellowship journeyed ever onward towards their destiny, you found yourself gradually forging connections with each member, your bond with them growing stronger with every shared hardship and triumph.

With Legolas, it was amidst the tranquil beauty of the forests that you found common ground. As fellow guardians of the natural world, you shared a deep appreciation for the wonders of the wilderness, your spirits entwined with the song of the trees and the whisper of the wind. Together, you roamed the woodlands, your laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves as you regaled each other with tales of your travels.

Gimli, though gruff and stubborn at first, soon warmed to your presence, his respect for your prowess in battle matched only by his loyalty to his companions. Through shared trials and triumphs, you earned his trust, your determination and courage earning his admiration. And though your banter was often filled with jests and barbs, beneath the surface lay a bond forged in the fires of battle, unbreakable and true.

With Frodo and Sam, it was a connection born of shared burdens and the weight of destiny. As guardians of the Ring, they bore a heavy burden, their hearts weighed down by the knowledge of the perilous quest that lay before them. Yet, despite the darkness that threatened to consume them, there burned a flicker of hope—a hope that you found yourself drawn to like a moth to a flame

The connection you forged with Gandalf was one steeped in wisdom and guidance. As the Fellowship's guide and mentor, he possessed a wealth of knowledge that proved invaluable on their perilous journey. From the depths of Moria to the towering peaks of Caradhras, Gandalf's wisdom and foresight guided the Fellowship through the darkest of times.

With Merry and Pippin, it was your kindness and compassion that endeared you to them, your willingness to lend a helping hand in times of need earning their undying gratitude. Together, you shared in their mischief and their merriment, your laughter echoing through the halls of Moria and the fields of Rohan alike. And though their innocence sometimes tested your patience, their unwavering loyalty and steadfast friendship were a constant source of comfort in the darkest of times.

Boromir, though burdened by the weight of his own fears and doubts, found solace in your steadfastness and determination. In your presence, he saw a kindred spirit—a warrior forged in the crucible of adversity, yet unbroken and unbowed. Together, you stood against the tide of darkness, your courage inspiring him to rise above his own limitations and fight for the greater good.

With Aragorn, the bond that blossomed between you was one of mutual respect and shared determination. From the moment you saved their lives in the heat of battle, a bond was forged, strengthened by the trials and tribulations of the journey ahead.

As a fellow Ranger, Aragorn understood the weight of duty and the burden of leadership, and in you, he found a kindred spirit—a warrior forged in the crucible of adversity, your resolve unyielding in the face of danger.

Together, you stood at the forefront of the Fellowship, your skills in battle complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses. In Aragorn's steadfast leadership and unwavering courage, you found inspiration, his presence a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.

But it was not just on the battlefield that your bond deepened. In the quiet moments shared around the campfire, you listened as Aragorn spoke of his past and his struggles, his voice tinged with the weight of responsibility that lay upon his shoulders. And in those moments, you offered words of wisdom and encouragement, your own experiences serving as a guiding light in the darkness.

Yet, it was not just Aragorn's strength that drew you to him, but also his compassion and empathy. In the face of adversity, he remained steadfast in his commitment to protecting those under his care, his heart a wellspring of kindness and understanding.

And as the Fellowship pressed on towards their destiny, you found solace in the quiet moments shared with Aragorn, his friendship a source of strength and inspiration. For in the heart of darkness, even the smallest gestures of kindness can illuminate the path forward, forging bonds that transcend the boundaries of time and space.

You and the Fellowship journeyed onward towards the treacherous lands of Mordor, each step a reminder of the perils that lay ahead. It was amidst this backdrop of uncertainty that the gnarled creature, a servant of the dark lord Sauron, lunged at Aragorn as he led the group, its claws poised to strike. In a heartbeat, you interceded, your instincts guiding your blade to block the blow meant for him. The impact sent shockwaves of pain coursing through your body as you staggered back, blood seeping from the wound at your side.

Aragorn's eyes widened in disbelief as he reached out to steady you, his voice laced with concern. "Are you alright?"

You offered him a grim smile, trying to downplay the severity of your injury. "Just a scratch."

But Aragorn would not be dissuaded, his gaze lingering on the blood staining your cloak. "You saved my life," he murmured, his gratitude evident. "I owe you a debt I cannot repay."

With a weary sigh, you shook your head, attempting to deflect his gratitude. "There is no debt between comrades in arms."

Legolas and Aragorn took it upon themselves to tend to your deep wound, their skilled hands gentle yet firm as they cleaned and dressed the injury you had sustained. In their care, you found a measure of solace, their presence a soothing balm to the ache that lingered in your body and soul.

But it was not just the physical wounds that they sought to heal. With each passing day, they offered words of encouragement and support, their unwavering faith in your abilities serving as a reminder of the strength that lay within you. And in their company, you found yourself opening up, sharing the trauma of your past and the burdens you carried with a vulnerability you had long thought lost.

It was during one such moment of vulnerability that Aragorn's gaze fell upon the myriad of scars that marred your skin, his eyes widening in silent horror at the evidence of the pain you had endured. "Who did this to you?" he whispered; his voice thick with emotion.

For a moment, you hesitated, the memories of past betrayals and heartache threatening to overwhelm you. But then, with a steadying breath, you met his gaze, your voice raw with emotion. "There are shadows in my past that I would sooner forget," you admitted. "But perhaps, with time, I can learn to trust again."

Aragorn's expression softened; his eyes filled with understanding as he listened to your words. He reached out, his hand gently tracing the outline of one of the scars, a silent gesture of empathy and solidarity. "I cannot undo the pain of your past," he began, his voice gentle yet resolute, "but I swear to you, I will do everything in my power to ensure that no harm befalls you under my watch."

His words were like a soothing balm to your wounded soul, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had long clouded your heart. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you allowed yourself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, there was still light to be found in this world.

In the days that followed, Aragorn remained true to his word, his steadfast presence a pillar of strength and support. He watched over you with a quiet protectiveness, his keen eyes ever vigilant for any sign of danger or distress.

And as the Fellowship pressed on towards the heart of Mordor, you found yourself drawing closer to Aragorn, your walls slowly crumbling in the face of his unwavering kindness and compassion. With each passing day, the bond between you deepened, built through adversity, and tempered by the trials of the journey.

One evening, as the campfire crackled merrily and the stars twinkled overhead, you found yourself sitting beside Aragorn, your shoulders touching as you stared into the dancing flames. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with an unspoken understanding that transcended words.

Finally, Aragorn broke the silence, his voice soft as he spoke. "You have faced much hardship in your life, haven't you?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the fire.

You hesitated, the memories of past betrayals and heartache threatening to resurface. But then, with a sigh, you nodded. "Yes," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I have lived much of my life alone, guarding myself against the pain of letting others in."

Aragorn turned to look at you, his eyes filled with empathy and understanding. "I know what it is to carry the weight of past pain," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "But I also know that true strength lies not in solitude, but in the bonds we build with others."

His words struck a chord deep within you, resonating with a truth you had long denied. And as you looked into his eyes, you saw something there that mirrored your own pain—a vulnerability that he had long kept hidden beneath a mask of stoicism.

Something shifted between you, a silent acknowledgment of the shared scars that bound you together. And as the night wore on, you found yourself opening up to Aragorn in a way you had never thought possible, sharing your fears and insecurities with a vulnerability you had long thought lost.

As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself gradually softening towards those around you, your heart thawing in the warmth of companionship and camaraderie. And though the road ahead was still fraught with danger and uncertainty, you knew that as long as Aragorn walked beside you, you would find the courage to face whatever challenges awaited you and emerge stronger in the end.

For in the heart of darkness, even the most jaded souls can find redemption in the light of love and friendship, their scars transformed into badges of honor by the steadfast kindness of those who refuse to give up on them.

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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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theglassofmiddleearth · 2 years

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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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chonkymoth · 10 months

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fictional relationships where the heart of their dynamic is unbreakable and undeniable devotion. either both people unto each other, or one to the other. the loyalty, the commitment, the promise beneath all else — I'll do anything for you and always be here beside you.

esp (!) if that devotion devolves into one of the characters becoming unhinged for the person they're devoted to, OR one person losing their grip on reality + becoming unhinged, and the other person acting as their tether, or at least trying their damndest to, even if they lose themself a bit in the process.

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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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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just-a-little-cellist · 1 year

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Lord Of The Rings Preferences: Their Kinks

(A/N: NSFW warning for this one obviously :P have fun and let me know if there's more scenarios you want

!!edited to add characters!!)

(Includes Sam, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir and Faramir x AFAB reader)

Sam:

Praise - Sam absolutely needs to know he's doing a good job when he's with you, and he loves hearing your breathy voice complimenting him so much that he's started to associate compliments from you in general with sex (this has led to some very interesting moments when you're out with friends).

Body worship - This goes both ways. He thinks you're the most perfect person he's ever seen and will spend hours showing you that given the chance. He sometimes struggles to accept when you do the same for him, but you make him feel so good about himself that he can hardly bring himself to refuse.

Blindfolding - The prospect of being blindfolded is a little too daunting for him, since Sam is relatively vanilla, but the couple of times he's blindfolded you have been incredible. He finds it makes him able to relax a little more since he isn't being watched and he can really lose himself in the moment.

Pippin:

Manhandling - Look at this hobbit and tell me this isn't the brattiest sub you've ever seen. When he's been bratting, being manhandled has a tendency to push him into a submissive headspace - he realizes how small he is and how that leaves him fully under your control.

Edging - He will never admit how much he actually enjoys this. He has no patience and will whine every time you deny him release, but he knows from experience that the more you edge him, the better it'll feel when you give him what he wants.

Exhibitionism - Pippin doesn't take huge risks with this kink since it's more a way to tease you instead of actually wanting people to see. It's never anything out in the open, but if you just so happen to be sat around a table at a meeting and Pippin just so happens to be hidden beneath your skirt with his tongue against your clit, that's no-one's business.

Aragorn:

Bondage - Aragorn enjoys taking a dominant role in bed, and part of that usually involves having you tied up in some way. On occasions where you have less time it may just be your wrists, but he likes the intricacy of shibari and thinks you look so beautiful fully at his mercy. (The slightly sadistic part of him also likes watching you struggle when he teases you.)

Roleplay - This isn't something he indulges in as frequently as bondage, but every so often, especially once he becomes king, Aragorn needs to mentally step away from real life with you. Briefly stepping away from those expectations also means he's more willing to experiment and it's when he's at his roughest with you - probably for the best that it's infrequent since on a night he truly lets go, you don't walk properly for the next few days.

Marking - Leaving visible love bites on your neck is less appropriate once he's king, but before then he likes the mark of possession and the rush it gives him whenever he sees them. Aragorn also likes being marked in return in whatever way you like, whether it's hickeys, bite marks, or scratches. He'll wear them proudly despite the teasing remarks from the Fellowship.

Legolas:

Overstimulation - Legolas enjoys this applied to either of you. He will happily pull orgasm after orgasm from you until there are tears running down your cheeks, but he will not even think about complaining if you decide to do the same to him. Overstimulating him does put him in a very submissive headspace though, so be prepared for plenty of aftercare.

Sensory deprivation - Elf senses being so acute can sometimes become overwhelming for him, so taking that away and just letting him feel is such a relief. Not being able to see and hear every little thing quiets his mind and heightens every touch you give him, on top of how sensitive he already is. You are the only person Legolas trusts enough to be this vulnerable with, and he will more than make up for you doing all the work the next time.

Choking - Legolas doesn't enjoy the feeling of not being able to breathe, but choking to restrict blood flow feels better than he ever could have imagined. The head rush makes everything you're doing feel ten times better and he can't get enough. He doesn't choke you in the same way but if he cums faster watching you choke on his cock? That's none of your business.

Boromir:

Authority - Boromir isn't really one for aggressive domination in the bedroom, but he does like to have a level of authority, and this mostly comes out through the use of honorifics. He likes being obeyed, but he's gentle about it - if you call him 'sir' or 'captain' he will melt on the spot and you're certain to get a reward.

Voyeurism - He loves nothing more than to admire you, and there is an element of power exchange about voyeurism that Boromir likes. He'll often make you lie bare on the bed in front of him and touch yourself, and just the trust required for you to be that vulnerable makes him feel a lot. He also just loves watching your cheeks flush when you make eye contact with him.

Breeding - This is a bit more of a low-key kink, but Boromir adores the intimacy of finishing inside you - you also haven't missed how fast he gets going again when he sees his seed spilling out from you. On a slightly more wholesome note, when he's holding you afterwards he can't help but think what a wonderful parent you would be if you did end up with child.

Faramir:

Hair pulling - I definitely think that Faramir is a switch and this is something he likes to be on the receiving end of when he's feeling more submissive. He doesn't like sex to be particularly rough, but lightly tugging his hair adds an extra spark - especially when he's eating you out, he just takes it as encouragement.

Pegging - He was incredibly hesitant about this when you first brought it up, concerned that you might look down on him if you thought he was too vulnerable (bullshit he is perfect), but once you tried it he was amazed by the feeling. He discovered that he likes you taking care of him sometimes, and as hard as he tries he's always a lot louder when you're the one fucking him.

Orgasm control - Faramir doesn't usually edge you very much when he feels dominant, but he enjoys having enough control over you that you start begging him to let you finish. Your begging is normally met with playful teasing comments or praise ("you're taking me so well, my love, just a little longer~"), and if he's fucking you then he makes you wait until both of you are on the edge before letting you cum together.

Bonus:

Facesitting - Ok I was trying to pick who this was best for and realized it's all of them. All of them will practically beg for you to sit on their face at some point. They all love giving oral so much especially from that angle, either because of their submission to you or to watch you struggle to hold yourself up while they pleasure you, and you will usually end up with light bruises the next morning from them gripping your thighs.

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