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Living Proof ~ Chapter Twelve

Summary: When he puts himself between the Uruk-hai and Merry and Pippin, Boromir knows it means sacrificing himself. But it also means redemption for his near betrayal of Frodo and the Fellowship, and so it is a price he is more than willing to pay.

Kaia has been on her own for as long as she can remember, having escaped a terrible life in a village not far from Mordor. When she hears the sounds of battle, she knows what it means and when she ventured forth and finds a gravely wounded man lying amongst the leaves and debris, she takes him in, not knowing he is actually the son of the steward of Gondor.

Angry at himself and faced with a long road to recovery, Boromir does not make things easy on Kaia and it is only through her own sheer will that she does not give into the urge to hit him over the head with something on a daily basis. That refusal to give up brings about changes neither one of them could have foreseen. She just wanted to save him. She never thought he would save her in return…

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Kaia

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.2k

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Kaia lay in the darkness, exhausted but wide-awake, and stared up into the darkness. The walls had been white stone at one point, but it had long since gone gray with age and disrepair. A hint of a draft leaked about the splintering windowpanes, and one of those panes leaked. A soft drip, drip, drip, told her it rained still. But she was finally dry, and somewhat warm beneath the scratchy blanket. Faramir had brought her a bowl of a true hunter’s stew and although it smelled utterly delicious, she took no more than a few bites before she was just too tired to eat anything more.

Her thoughts haunted her, for they focused on Boromir despite her best efforts to ignore them. She couldn’t help it. She wanted to go back to the cabin.

She did go back. Not more than a few hours after she snuck out, she turned back, only to find her cabin was empty and his things were gone. Although she shouldn’t have been surprised by it, she was surprised just the same. Surprise. Regret. They mingled to leave her with an emptiness she’d never felt before, not even when her family was destroyed and she lost everything did she feel this way.

More than anything, she wanted to go back to that last night with him, when he’d pulled her close in his sleep, when he’d cradled her against his chest as if she was the most precious thing in all of the world to him. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, she felt loved. Cherished.

Above all else, she felt safe.

But that was all an illusion and she knew it. He was going to leave. He didn't love her. He didn't want to remain in the middle of the woods with her. He wanted to leave, wanted to return to his people.

She couldn’t fault him. He had people waiting for him. His brother. His father. Perhaps a woman, even. She didn’t know. All she did know was that people out there worried for him, were concerned for him, wanted him to come home.

And so he would return to them.

But no one awaited her return. All of the people who had cared for her—and she had no doubt they did indeed care—were gone. Destroyed in the span of a few hours, by a despicable species with a thirst for killing.

But, for those few hours, she had belonged to someone. Someone had cared for her. Even if it was only in that moment. She’d take it now. She’d missed it terribly.

She swallowed hard in the darkness, her eyes stinging once more. She’d stupidly let herself care about him.

She let herself love him.

A mistake, that.

A terrible mistake.

She rolled onto her side, staring at the closed door, just listening to the rain patter against the windowpanes. She hoped that wherever Boromir was, he was at least warm and dry and safe.

Despite her heavy heart, Kaia slept soundly and when she awoke, the rain had gone and sunlight streamed in through the widows to splash across the scuffed and faded wooden floor. She lay there for a moment, then managed a smile at the faint sounds of Faramir’s men around her. She had no idea what time it was, nor did she care overmuch. It was just nice hearing voices other than her own. It was nice to not be alone.

She sat up slowly, stretching her arms overhead as she bowed her back and let out a lusty sigh of appreciation. This bed did not look like much, but it was far more comfortable than the one back in the cabin had been.

The air around her was chilly, and when she swung her legs over to plant her feet on the floor, she shivered as the cold stone bit into the bottoms of her feet. Her heel still stung, but a quick look told her most of the redness was gone now. Good. It wouldn’t slow her too much.

She dressed, and then followed the sounds of the voices down a wide stone corridor to a great room that was also in great disarray. What the foul weather and darkness hid the day before, the sunlight exposed now and Osgiliath was in dire need of repair. Windows along the far wall were missing panes, the chilled autumn air swirled through even worse than the drafts in her chambers had been. At the far corner, where the ceiling met the wall, stone crumbled away to let in daylight. The more Kaia looked about, the more rundown the hall appeared and she wondered if the rest of the fortress was in any better condition.

She didn't see Faramir anywhere, and was all too aware of the many pairs of eyes glued to her. Keeping her head down, she strode to the door at the far end of the room, and found herself out on a walkway with crumbling walls that led to an equally crumbling tower of sorts.

“Who are you and what business do you have here?”

Kaia stopped at the unfriendly growl behind her that was accompanied by an equally unfriendly blade poking her in the middle of her back. “I beg your pardon?”

“Do you think none of us saw you in the great hall? Now, I will ask you only once more. Who are you and what business have you here?”

She slowly turned and peered up at the tall, pale man with equally pale hair receding from his high forehead. His blue eyes were cold as he held her gaze, awaiting her response. Glancing down at the blade in his hand, she then met his eyes once more and said, “I am Kaia. I’ve offered my services to Faramir in exchange for a warm place to sleep.”

“Your services, eh?” Those blue eyes glinted and a knowing smile curled his thin lips. “Is that so?”

“Not those sort of services,” she told him, rolling her eyes. “I am no whore.”

“And you are a soldier? Is that what you would have me believe?”

“Well, no…” She shook her head slowly. “I’m not a soldier either, but I have some skill, and I am also something of a healer. If you find him, he will tell you himself. So, know you where he is?”

“Aye, I do know and if you think I’ll tell the likes of you, you’re mad. So, why don’t we go and wait for him down in the dungeons?”

“I’m no criminal and I mean him no harm. If you would but go and find him, as I said, he will tell you.”

“I’m sure he will.” The man gestured her to walk forward along the corridor. “Now, move.”

“No, you do—” She stopped as her gaze alit on a pair of halflings who’d come around the corner and she could only stare. What did Boromir say their names were? Wait… he’d never mentioned their names, only that there were two of them.

Two halflings who had been taken by orcs.

And yet, there they were. Two halflings. Right there before her.

She started toward them, only to have the pale man grab her shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To them,” she gestured to the halflings. “I need to speak with them. What are their names?”

“You need to speak with them, and yet you know not even their names?”

“He never told me their names. But I know of them.”

“Who never did.”

“Boromir.”

The man released her then. “What was that?”

She looked over at the halflings, then back at him. “Boromir traveled with them. They were ambushed and taken by orcs, while he was wounded.”

“Wounded, you say?”

She nodded. “He was and I helped him. I found him and cleaned his wounds and the entire time, all he could say was that he needed to find the little ones.” She jabbed her finger at the hobbits. “And there they are.”

With that, she pulled away from him and sprinted down the corridor toward the halflings, who were deep in conversation with one another.

“Excuse me,” she called, waving a hand to get their attention.

They looked up at the same time and up close, she was surprised at how small they appeared next to her. They both looked disheveled and as if they’d traveled a long, perilous journey to find their way to Osgiliath, and they each looked up at her warily. Both had mops of unruly curly hair, and one was far stockier than the other. The stocky one stepped between her and the darker one. “Were you meaning us?”

“I was, yes,” she nodded, managing a slight smile. “You traveled with Boromir, did you not?”

The dark haired one’s already large eyes went larger still. “How do you know Boromir?”

She swallowed hard at the now-familiar pang. “I happened upon the clearing in the aftermath of the battle.”

“The battle?” The dark haired one shook his head. “At Amon Hen?”

“Where you were set upon by orcs, yes.”

“He survived that?”

She looked at the blond hobbit and nodded. “He did, yes. But he was terribly worried about you both and kept insisting he had to find you.”

“To find us? But… he didn't know we’d gone.”

“Of course he did.” She looked from the stocky one to the dark one and back. “You were snatched by orcs. There were too many of them and he couldn't hold them all off and nearly died trying.”

The blond shook his head. “No, ma’am. That weren’t us. Mister Frodo and I were already on our way away from there.”

Kaia’s stomach twisted sharply. “But, I saw you,” she said softly, “on a slight incline in the clearing.”

The dark haired one—Mister Frodo—shook his head as well. “There were four of us, miss. The ones you’d seen were my cousins, Merry and Pippin. And they’ve not been found, far as I know.”

“What?”

“Did he tell you the entire story?” The blond continued, a hard note coming to his voice. “Or did he only tell the parts that made him look heroic?”

“Sam,” Frodo broke in softly, shaking his head, “this is neither the time nor the place."

Faramir came up from behind them and said, “What goes on here?”

“I—I thought they were someone else, is all,” Kaia said softly.

“She thought we were Merry and Pippin,” Sam told him flatly. “She claims she knows your brother.”

“What?” Faramir turned to her, his eyes wide with what looked like shock. “You mean to say, he is alive? Boromir is alive?”

She nodded slowly. “He is. At least, as of four days ago he was. He’d been wounded at Amon—Amon Hen, according to this one,” she gestured to Frodo, “and I found him there. I brought him back to my encampment and treated his wounds and his fever and then, when he was well enough, we went our separate ways.”

Faramir’s face fell. “Oh. So, he was not with you here, then?”

“I have not seen him since we parted ways four days ago. But, he was almost entirely healed. He’d been lucky. Very lucky.”

“Lucky, eh?” Sam snorted. “I suppose one could say that.”

“What do you mean by that?” Both Kaia and Faramir said this at the same time.

“Sam,” Frodo broke in softly, “not now.”

But both Kaia and Faramir stared at him and Faramir repeated, “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean nothing,” Sam replied, shaking his head.

Faramir offered him a queer look, but didn't press and since he didn’t, Kaia certainly couldn’t, so instead she said, “Either way, he is alive, or was, but I know not where he is now.”

“Did you part in anger?” Faramir asked.

She offered up a smile she hoped wasn't nearly as wistful as it felt. “No,” she told him. “Not in anger at all. We were lo—” She cast a sidelong glance at the two hobbits, then cleared her throat. “We did not part in anger.”

Faramir looked confused at first, but then the dawn of realization glinted in his eye and he nodded. “Ah, I see,” he replied with a hint of a smile. “My guess is he is on his way back to Minas Tirith. I will send a garrison out to look. There’s not quite twenty miles between the two.”

Her stomach kinked at the thought of Boromir’s making his way to Osgiliath. She wasn't angry with him, but he was most likely angry with her and that was a confrontation she did not look forward to. Especially if there were others around them when it took place.

Then again, if Boromir had been determined to make his way back to his home, the odds of him agreeing to come to Osgiliath were fairly slim. Or so she hoped.

“Are you all right?”

The low note of concern in Faramir’s voice jolted her back to the present. “Sorry. I was doing a bit of woolgathering.”

He didn't look as if he believed her. “He might come here, you know. I can send out a rider to search—”

“That won’t be necessary,” she broke in, more sharply than she’d intended. Her cheeks grew hot as she forced a smile and added, “I mean, I don't wish to see you put anyone in danger. And in all honesty, I would not be surprised if I was the last person he wanted to see.”

A small furrow appeared between Faramir’s brows and his forehead wrinkled some, but all he said was, “Very well. If you change your mind, I will be more than willing to send out a scout.”

“No.” She shook her head. “Really, it isn’t necessary.”

“Very well. I’ll not insist. But, walk with me, won’t you?” He gestured down the corridor.

She looked over at the hobbits, then back at Faramir. It was a request, but she had the feeling it wouldn’t be wise to refuse, so she nodded and said, “Excuse me,” to Frodo and Sam.

Faramir also excused himself and catching her by the elbow, began down the corridor. Once they were out of earshot of the halflings, he said, “Tell me, how did you and Boromir cross paths?”

She glanced over at him. He was about the same height as his brother, so they were almost shoulder to shoulder. “I told you, at Amon Hen.”

“Yes, so you’ve said,” he replied. “But, you’ll forgive me as you did not seem certain of where you were, which leads me to wonder if your story is true.”

“I did not seem certain because I was not certain. I do not know this realm—Gondor, you said?—well. I come from a village nestled between Esgaroth and the forests of Mirkwood. I am a Peredhel—my father was one of the elves of Mirkwood, a general under Thranduíl who died during the Battle of the Five Armies—and my mother was of Man. After orcs destroyed my village, I set out with silly thoughts of revenge. I planned to hunt down and kill every last one of them.”

At his long look, she let out a mirthless laugh. “I know, it was a foolish notion at best, but I was angry. Angry and grieving and I wanted revenge. So, I just followed them south. West. I’m not even certain what direction it was, as I’d never been far from Mirkwood’s border. And that was how I found your brother. He’d been wounded in defense of two halflings, who I now believe traveled with the two halflings here under your watch.”

“Wounded?”

She nodded. “Terribly so, yes. Arrows in his chest and leg. My stepfather owned a farm and one of my tasks was to care for any of the men who injured themselves in his service, so I learned a bit of healing and when I found Boromir, he was near death, but I thought I might help him.

“I’d found a cabin in a clearing, abandoned for who knows how long, and I’d set up home there. That’s where I brought him.”

“You brought him?”

She nodded. “I dragged him, actually, the poor man. Over tree branches and down hills. I dropped him more than once, I’m sorry to admit, but it was completely accidental. I cleaned and treated his wounds, treated his fever when it struck, and basically kept watch over him until he was almost completely healed. Then we—we went our separate ways.”

“You sound a bit unsure of that last part.”

“No, I’m not at all unsure. When I left, he was sleeping peacefully.”

Faramir chuckled. “I’ll wager he was.”

She smiled. “He was, indeed.”

“So, why did you go separate ways, then?”

“We wanted different things.” She shrugged. “And so I left before it became more complicated than it already was. Although,” a low sigh bubbled to her lips, but she held it back as she added, “I cannot help but wonder if I might have made a mistake.”

“With Boromir? Probably not.” Faramir shook his head. “Running like mad in the opposite direction was the wisest thing you could have done.”

“Oh, I don't know about that.” She moved toward the low stone wall and gazed out at the clouds thickening to blot out the sun. “He… he does not know what he does to a woman, I don't think.”

“I’m surprised he knows what to do with one, to be honest,” he replied. “He is not one for hearts and flowers and the like.”

“Do not be fooled,” she said softly, looking back at him, a lump rising in her throat, “for he can be every bit as gentle as the dreamiest poet alive.”

Faramir looked more than a little unnerved and definitely uncomfortable. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not discuss my brother this way.”

“Of course not. I beg your pardon.”

He held up a hand. “There is no need for that, Kaia. You are welcome to remain with us, but know that he might show up at any time.”

“I know. But, I said I offer my services to you and I meant it. If I can be of use, I will gladly remain with you.”

“You just wish to kill orcs.”

“Well… yes… but that’s not the only reason. Your fight against Saruman is mine now as well, since the Uruk-hai are his creation. So, I am willing to stand alongside your men. As I said, I have no formal training, but I’ve learned much in the last year, so I am more an asset than a liability. At least, I think I am.”

“I have someone who will work with you. We haven’t much time, but Madril said he would be willing to help you as best he can.”

He led her down another set of crumbling stone steps, into a shadowy courtyard of sorts, made even gloomier by the fading sunlight. There, the same pale man with the equally pale hair receding from his high forehead and pale blue eyes that were not nearly so cold this time around. “Miss Kaia?”

“Miss?” She chuckled and shook her head. “No, no Miss. Kaia is fine.”

“Kaia, this is Madril. Madril, as you know, this is Kaia. Teach her what you can and correct any bad habits she might have.”

Madril nodded. “Aye, I’ll do my best.” His blue eyes slid toward her again. “Shall we, then?”

She nodded. “Of course.”

#Lord of the Rings #LOTR AU #Boromir #Boromir fic #LOTR fanfic #Lord of the Rings Fanfic #Fan fiction #LOTR fanfiction #AU #Boromir x OC #Is it hot in here?#Romance #Sean Bean #Everybody Lives #Sons of Gondor

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queercontrarian · 2 years

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random hc vomit because i was thinking of burial rites in prythian, more or less fleshed out

spring:

the people of the spring court get buried in the ground. their land is holy to them and in death they seek to give back what they took during their lives. they are buried without coffins, some even without clothes. richer citizens and land owners will plant trees where their loved ones are laid to rest, while the poorer folk will usually opt for flowers, or a bush. tamlin's mother is buried beneath a beautiful magnolia. what could be recovered of the sentries that gave their lives searching for the one to break the curse rests in a grove of wild cherry trees. tamlin burned the bodies of his father and brothers and dumped them over the wall in the woods of the human realm so they would not poison the spring court even after their deaths.

summer:

summer sends its dead out to sea. some go in boats, some in caskets weighed down with stones and trinkets. some have their ashes scattered from the cliffs. the royal family rests in an underwater mausoleum, sealed off in marble chambers. cresseida says she doesn't want to go there, she wants her remains to feed her pet sharks. she made varian and tarquin sign a slip that they'd do it even though they absolutely hate the idea.

autumn:

cremation, obviously. however the method differs. among the lords, families usually plant a tree for each newborn. that tree will only be felled when that fae dies, and will then serve as their pyre. what kind of tree you're allowed to grow depends on your status, usually a family gets assigned a specific tree by the high lord. when the fae is dead and the tree is gone they will bury the ashes in the same spot the tree stood before and once a new child is born, a new tree will be planted there.

winter:

remember that huge sheet of ice in the winter court? there's graves beneath that. the winter court has a bunch of frozen lakes and they are also massive graveyards. when a fae from winter dies the family will stage a procession to the lake nearest to them or to where they came from, where they will hack a hole into the ice and lower their dead into the water beneath. no one quite understands the magic that pulls the bodies, clad in thick white sheets, down to the bottom, but there always seems to be a faint glowing light way down. family and friends will sing praises and prayer to their gods at the ice, before all band together to freeze it closed again. all former high lords of winter rest in the frozen lake beneath the winter court's seat of power. it is the highest honour to be laid to rest there, an honour the dozens of children amarantha had killed were offered. some families accepted, some chose to bury them with their parents.

day:

is it creepy that the day court has a massive underground graveyard with rows and rows of graveslots over and around each other? you could get lost in it if you take the wrong door out of one of their libraries.

(they also lowkey give me cannibalism vibes)

dawn:

think boromir in lord of the rings. they have giant waterfalls in the mountains of the dawn court that seemingly end nowhere. you can hike up the mountain and see where it starts but there is no place at the bottom of it where the water crashes on the plains. they simply disappear into nothing, and all technical contraptions and living people that tried to figure out where the waterfalls went by rowing down themselves disappear without a trace, never to be seen or heard from again. thesan also banned inventors from creating their own caskets with gadgets after one exploded with the corpse inside, gravely injuring two of the fae who carried it and horrifying the people that had come to grieve the loss of their friend.

night:

the citizens of the hewn city live, die and are buried under the mountain. the lower levels of the city, even lower than the dungeons, are mostly one giant tomb. night court royalty and other important people have separate tombs for their families. there is a space already reserved for rhysand when the time comes, in the same tomb as his father, his father's father, and every generation before them. other people of the night court opt for simple burials in the ground, some towns have caves to fill the purpose of a graveyard. illyrians prefer cremations. they refuse to be tethered to the earth even in death, and it is custom for families to scatter the ashes in flight over their beloved mountains. yet rhysand's mother and sister lay crushed beneath the mountain at the late high lord's behest, without wings, without air, without the freedom they craved so much.

#prythian #fae burials #court shenanigans #spring court #summer court #autumn court #winter court #dawn court #day court #night court #acotar #worldbuilding and stuff

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tiodolma · 1 year

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What do you mean that the message of Merlin BBC is opposite to Lord of the rings? 😗

in LOTR, Honesty, Truth, Healing, Making connections, Being in Touch with Emotions, Mercy, Forgiveness and Justice are the core of the story. While there was still a Good vs Evil theme going on, each and everyone's actions weren't really framed as Right all the time. Understanding and sympathy were given to a lot of the misguided and hurt characters (smeagol, boromir, denethor, saruman, grima wormtongue, etc). Even those on the forces of "good" had to make questionable decisions which they were made accountable for. Anger, resentment, bitterness, grief were accepted as with love trust and care. LOTR showed humanity in the midst of war above all else.

BBC Merlin is uh. everything that wasnt that. Merlin had to consistenly hide his true self. A lot of emotions and truths were consistently suprressed for the greater good and for the face of valor. The Once and Future King Arthur Pendragon still refused to respect women, respect magic, respect his manservant, respect anyone who's not in the same class as him. A lot of the protagonists werent held accountable for their crimes. Everything was framed in black and white, good and evil, right and wrong. The protagonists never really tried reaching out and learning about other realms and types of magic despite them supposed to "unite albion". There was no attempt at real psychological healing. It promised a "there is another way" but consistently insisted that "they had no choice." Merlin BBC created monsters out of humans in the face of war.

basically the main difference with LOTR and BBCMERLIN is learning and respecting different cultures and people, dealing with emotions and prioritizing healing/understanding process.

imho sauron shouldnt be compared to any bbcmerlin villain coz sauron was already just an energy source at that point. there was no reasoning with him as that was his final energy form. The other villains like saruman, grima wormtongue, denethor, smeagol and co. were still treated with dignity and were talked to though. The trees even let saruman go at one point lol. LOTR protagonist's first instinct werent to kill but always to bargain and reason. I dont remember that happening much in BBC Merlin :D

#bbc merlin #merlin critical #thots #cant really gather my thoughts #its been 2 years since i was last into LOTR #i even liked the orcs of lotr #they had so much drama betwen them

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darth-feanor-writes · 2 years

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Sword and Arrow: Chapter 4

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings

Pairings: Aragorn/Female OC, Aragorn/Boromir

Chapter warnings: none :)

Chapter summary: the Council of Elrond happens, and also Beruthiel meets a friend.

All chapters

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Chapter 4

Aragorn and Beruthiel swiftly walked through the gardens of Rivendell, headed towards the High Terrace for a Council. It was early morning, and shreds of clouds drifted through the sky with the brisk wind. The sun's rays were just peeking over the lip of the valley sheltering Rivendell, and the air was crisp and cool. The Valley of Imladris was waking up, with birdsong in the air, and a few elves hurried through the halls.

Both Aragorn and Beruthiel wore their formal Ranger uniform: a green belted sleeveless tunic over a white shirt, the oakleaf insignia embroidered at the left breast, dark green breeches, and soft brown boots, and an ornate double scabbard, a polished black with silver chasing. The worn saxe and throwing knives rather ruined the effect. Instead of their usual green-and-grey mottled cloaks, they both wore half-capes, offset at the right shoulder, with the same green-brown-gray pattern. Four stylized arrows, embroidered in silver, ran diagonally down the length, representing the quiver. Even though, of course, the quiver was typically worn on the belt. Aragorn had convinced Beruthiel to comb her hair (for once), and she had grudgingly agreed.

Beruthiel glanced up at the sun as the pair hurried through the House. "We have time," Aragorn said to her, wishing that his half-cape provided the warmth the full cloak did. Beruthiel nodded.

"Thing is, by 'we have time', you mean that there's time until the last second," she told him. "I, unlike you, like arriving before time."

"Yes, but I, unlike you, have longer legs, so I can walk faster than you." Aragorn demonstratively picked up his pace so Beruthiel had to jog to keep up.

"Not fair," she protested. Aragorn grinned. He slowed down so she could catch up. Beruthiel went to turn left, the way to the Terrace. Aragorn took her hand and pulled her to the right, pulling her off balance so she stumbled into him. He grinned at her again.

"I know a shortcut."

Beruthiel rolled her eyes."This better not be like your last shortcut," she muttered, following him.

"Oh, that was a mistake," he said easily. "Besides, I'd never been to Carn Dum before that."

Beruthiel gaped at him."You said you knew that place like the back of your hand!"

Aragorn rubbed the back of his neck."Oh." He shrugs. "Well, you were the one who tripped and let the wraiths know we were there." Beruthiel scowled up at him.

"It was your plan that used me as bait and nearly got me killed!" Aragorn sighed.

"Sacrifices," he said lightly. Beruthiel rolled her eyes and bumped him with her shoulder. Aragorn did likewise, sending her staggering.

"I have to remember to stop doing that," she muttered, rubbing her shoulder.

Aragorn laughed."Yes, you should." He led her under a narrow arch (why were there so many arches here?) and through a narrow alley. It opened out onto a large garden, where a caramel-haired elleth was weeding. She looked up at the sound of footsteps. Aragorn nodded at her, grinning, and she blushed red to the rips of her pointed ears.

"You'd flirt with anything in a dress," Beruthiel muttered as they moved out of the garden. Aragorn turned to her, raising his eyebrows.

"Is that why you don't wear dresses?"

"I- what?" she stuttered. "What does that even mean?" Aragorn chuckled and took the lead again. Beruthiel studied him. Tall and broad-shouldered, with neatly kept dark, dark brown hair, intense grey eyes, high cheekbones, a crooked nose that she had once broken (by accident!) and had never set right that Dunedain women thought gave him a roguish look- yes, she could see why women blushed at his dazzling smile.

Beruthiel shook her head hard and hurried after him. The pathway was dark, but ahead, it opened up. Sure enough, it led to the Terrace. Aragorn grinned at Beruthiel as she caught up with him.

"Told you so." Beruthiel stuck her tongue out at him.

The sunlit terrace was slowly filling, some people calling out greetings to acquaintances, others taking seats in the half-circle of chairs arranged around the outside. In the center was a stone pedestal.

"Aragorn! Beruthiel!" a voice called out.

"Ah, Acarthor!" Aragorn merrily greeted the duty Ranger of Rivendell. Like them, he also wore the Ranger's formal uniform. Acarthor, a shorter man with silver hair, studied both of them.

"I see we both thought of the same idea," he remarked, then lowered his voice. "What's this talk about wraiths?"

Aragorn winced, looking around."The Nazgul ride again, Acarthor," he told the older Ranger. "I encountered five of them a few days ago."

"Five?" Acarthor said incredulously.

Aragorn nodded."Where the other four are, I do not know. But they have ridden past the Mountains of Shadow once more." Acarthor cursed softly.

"That is ill news, indeed," he said, shaking his head.

"What is more," Beruthiel jumped in. "Is that one of them that pursued Aragorn is clearly the Witch-king." She rummaged in the ever-present satchel at her side, drawing out a knife-hilt. "I found this as I was tracking Aragorn down." She handed it to Acarthor. "I brought it along because you're our expert in poisons." She dropped her voice. "It's a Morgul blade. And only the Witch-King has access to those."

Acarthor furrowed his brow. "That is ill news indeed," he whispered. "We drove him out so many centuries ago, and if he has returned..." He shook his head. "I will look into this," he told Aragorn, who nodded. Acarthor walked away, taking a seat at the edge of the half-circle, deep in thought.

Aragorn turned around, assessing who was there. His eyes landed on a group of elves, noticeably staying well away from the dwarves, who were gathered at the other end of the terrace.

"Come on," Aragorn said to Beruthiel. "I want to introduce you to one of my friends." Beruthiel raised her eyebrows and followed him. "Lasgalen!" he called.

One of the elves in the group turned towards the Ranger. His face lit up. "Mae govannen, mellon nin! (well met, my friend!)"

"Estel!" the elf cheerfully said. Beruthiel scrunched her eyebrows together, trying to decipher what they were saying. She wasn't particularly proficient at Elvish, not even Sindarin, which was the easiest to learn. "Ni carnen u ista-le sav-min melleth! (I didn’t know you had a girlfriend!)"

Aragorn raised his eyebrows as the elf came closer. Beruthiel saw that he had brilliantly blond hair, braided at the temples, and a handsome face, even for an elf. "Ni u-carne (I don’t)," he responded drily. "Eth a mellon nin, u-melleth nin. (she’s my friend, not my girlfriend.)" Something about his friend?

"This is Legolas," he said to Beruthiel.

Her eyes widened. This was the prince Elladan and Elrohir had spoken of!"Er- Your Highness, I did not recognize you," she said politely, bowing at the waist.

Prince Legolas laughed. "None of that now," he said in a pleasant voice. "I'm just Legolas outside of my Realm. And who might you be?"

"Beruthiel, my lord."

"None of that, again."

"Sorry, my l- er, Legolas."

"My Legolas?" the elf said, eyes twinkling. "Now, that's forward, but I am married."

Beruthiel blushed a deep red. Aragorn, it seems, was not the only one who could make women blush.

"How do you do that?" Aragorn asked his friend, studying Beruthiel's red face. "I can never make her blush."

"It's this face of mine," Legolas said. "Ellith love this face." Beruthiel snorted, blush gone. Legolas struck a pose. "Masculine charms, Estel. Masculine charms." He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and leaned forward conspiratorially. "I could teach you, you know," he said, nodding towards her.

Aragorn rolled his eyes towards the elf, muttering something in Sindarin that Beruthiel took to be a rather nasty insult.

"And what's your name?" Legolas asked Beruthiel.

"Beruthiel, er, Legolas."

Legolas nodded."A fair horrible queen she was, too." He studied her face. "You don't look like her." He leaned in. "To be honest, she looked like a cow."

Beruthiel tried and failed to suppress her laughter, resulting in an unladylike snort."A- a cow?"

Legolas shrugged.

"Er, can I be frank, Legolas?"

"By all means," he said. "But I thought you were Beruthiel."

Beruthiel stared at him, then blinked then sighed. "Did you teach him this or did he teach you this?" she demanded Aragorn. "You two could be a traveling comedy duo."

Legolas snorted. "Now, that's the most ambitious career suggestion anyone has made to me." He waved a hand. "Go on, Beruthiel. Be Frank, but I will always remember you as a cow-faced queen."

She glared at the prince. "Er... your name is Legolas Greenleaf, right?" Legolas nodded. "Well, um, I'm not too proficient in Sindarin, but... Doesn't Legolas mean green leaves?" The elf sighed. He was rather used to this by now. "So doesn't your name mean Greenleaf Greenleaf?"

Aragorn suppressed a snort of laughter. That was more or less exactly what he had asked Legolas the first time they had met. "My father isn't the most creative with names, you see,” Legolas said with rolled eyes. Beruthiel nodded. "And to be honest, yours wasn't either. Stealing a cow-faced queen's name? Shameful."

Beruthiel sighed. "I'm never going to hear the end of that, am I?"

"Nope," the blonde elf cheerfully replied.

"Hir nin! (my lord!)" a red-headed elf from the cluster of Elves from Mirkwood (Mirkwoodians? Mirkwooders?) urgently called out. Legolas glanced back over his shoulder.

"That would be Galion," he said. "With another important matter for me to worry about." He tipped an imaginary hat at Beruthiel. "See you later then." He waggled his (immaculate) eyebrows at Aragorn and strode off, leaving Beruthiel staring after him.

"Have a crush?" Aragorn asked his friend, who promptly elbowed him.

"He's not at all like I thought he would be," she said as they moved towards the chairs set in a semicircle.

"Yes, he's like that." They both took seats at the edge of the circle as Lord Elrond swept in. The chatter in the terrace abruptly stopped and the people present quickly took their seats. The Lord of Rivendell looked around, cocked one of his impressive eyebrows, then took his seat.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the trait of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall," he began rather dramatically and decisively. "Each race is bound to this fate — this one doom." The lord gestured to the stone pedestal in the center of the Terrace. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."

The oldest of the four hobbits Aragorn had escorted from Bree rose from his seat beside Gandalf and walked forward, setting the small golden ring on the pedestal. As he went back to his seat, Beruthiel saw he had a relieved look on his face, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

The Men, Elves, and Dwarves stared at the Ring. It seemed to Beruthiel that she could get lost in that beautiful silken gold soft whispering go to sleep, take me make me yours use me get power yes it would be so easy to take it wear it on her finger claim it throw down the Dark Lord become queen in his place, make that beautiful dark-haired man bow down to you and become yours- No. Beruthiel shook her head as if physically shaking off the effects. The minds of men are weak, and therefore easily seduced by power. Some elf or the other had told her that. I am not weak. I am not weak. I will not become another like Isildur.

"The Doom of Men," a man sitting beside the group of elves whispered.

A dark-haired man stood up. Beruthiel saw that his clothes were of fine make, and there was a white horn on his baldric. "In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark," he addressed the Council. "But in the West, a pale light lingered. A voice was crying:

Seek for the sword that was broken,

In Imladris it dwells,

There shall be councils taken,

Stronger than Morgul-spells

There shall be shown a token,

That doom is near at hand,

For Isildur's Bane has woken,

And the Halfling forth shall stand.

The man's brow furrowed. "Isildur's Bane is found," he whispered, reaching for the Ring. Beruthiel sat up straight, hand on her saxe, ready to spring forth at a moment's notice. Gandalf and Elrond exchanged concerned glances as the man's hand hovered over the Ring.

Aragorn recognized the man as the one who he had met last night on the terrace. He still didn't know the other man's name, but inferred from his clothing that he was a lord of Gondor.

"Isildur's Bane," a man repeated.

Aragorn closed his eyes for a brief second. I am not Isildur. I will not fall prey to the same sickness.

You should not fear the past. You are Isildur's Heir, not Isildur himself.

The same blood flows through my veins. The same weakness.

"Boromir!" Elrond snapped as the man reached to take the Ring. Both Beruthiel and Aragorn mentally wrote down the name while simultaneously placing a hand on their double scabbard, ready for a fight.

Gandalf stood up, tall and straight. No longer was he the bent old man that hobbled along with his old staff for support. He was now a noble lord, majestic, seeming to glow with a dark light. "Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul." Beruthiel shuddered. She did not understand the language but knew enough to tell it was evil. She looked around her fearfully. Many of the elves present had covered their ears as thunder had crackled in the sky.

"Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris!" Elrond reprimanded Gandalf as the whisperings from the Ring died away.

Gandalf, again a bent old man, bowed his head in the lord's direction. "I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West!" His voice was crackly from the powerful words of the dark language. He glared at Boromir. "The Ring is altogether evil!" He gave Boromir a final scathing before hobbling to his seat next to Frodo.

Boromir shook his head, unperturbed by Gandalf's glares, though Beruthiel knew not how. "It is a gift," he insisted. "A gift to the foes of Mordor!" He stood, pacing the length of the floor in front of him. "Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"

Beruthiel squinted at him. So this was the son of the Steward of Gondor? Storms. How many other high lords and princes were present at this Council? She suddenly felt very, very, small.

"You cannot wield it!" Aragorn insisted from beside her. "None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."

"And what would a Ranger know of this matter?" Boromir asked scathingly, taking a step towards Aragorn, who remained seated. On the other side of the semicircle of the Council, Legolas stood- a mere second before Beruthiel did as well.

"That is no mere Ranger!" the elf spat. "That is Aragorn, son of Arathorn."

"You owe him your allegiance," Beruthiel chimed in.

Boromir squinted at her, then glanced over at Aragorn, who still had his right hand on the hilt of his saxe. "Aragorn?" Boromir scoffed. "This is Isildur's Heir?"

"And heir to the throne of Gondor," Beruthiel added, taking a step towards the man.

"He is your king," Legolas told Boromir.

"Havo dad, Legolas, Beruthiel," Aragorn said quietly, waving a hand towards them. Beruthiel did not understand him, but she took it as an order to sit down. She sent a last glare in Boromir's direction, then stalked back towards her seat beside Aragorn. "You should not have done that," Aragorn told her quietly, putting a hand on her arm.

"He insulted you," she seethed. "You are his king."

Aragorn shook his head. "No, I am not," he said, sighing.

Beruthiel looked at him, her expression saying what she could not say to his face. You should be.

Boromir glared towards the Ranger. "Gondor has no king," he spat, making Aragorn's eyes burn with hidden anger. Beside him, Beruthiel was tense, like a cat ready to pounce. "Gondor needs no king."

He could not have done Aragorn a greater insult if he had spat at his feet outright. Beruthiel took a deep breath. For Aragorn's sake, she would not go after him now, but that upstart man had better watch out if he ever wandered back alleys in the middle of the night.

"Aragorn is right," Gandalf said heavily. "We cannot use it."

"You have only one choice," Lord Elrond said after a long silence. "The Ring must be destroyed."

"Then what are we waiting for?!" A red-bearded dwarf that had been sitting with the others of his race and periodically sending glares towards the various groups of elves stood. He took his axe from where it had been leaning beside him and approached the pedestal. He raised the axe high above his head, then brought it down on the Ring with a growl.

It had no effect on the band of gold. The dwarf was thrown backward. His axe lay shattered on the pedestal, and amid the pieces sat the golden Ring, untouched. When the axe had touched the Ring, Aragorn had seen Frodo wince and touch his head as if having a headache. That made him wonder just how long the hobbit had possessed it.

"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any craft that we here possess," Lord Elrond said with finality, giving the dwarf the expression that was famous among the Elves of Rivendell as The Eyebrow. "The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." He looked around at the Elves, Men, Dwarves, Hobbits, and whatever-it-is-that-Gandalf-was present. "One of you must do this."

Silence.

Boromir touched his forehead. "One does not simply walk into Mordor," he said with a bitter laugh. "Its Gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland. Riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly!"

"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said!" the Prince of Mirkwood exclaimed, rising to his feet. "The Ring must be destroyed!"

"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it!" the dwarf, Gimli, shot back, also rising to his feet, but with none of the grace that Legolas exhibited.

"And if we fail, what then?" Boromir countered Legolas's statement. "What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"

"I would be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!" Gimli shouted at Legolas. "Never trust an elf!"

"Oh?" Beruthiel said, leaping to her feet and striding towards the dwarf. "And if no elf is willing to do it, will you do it?"

"The Ring must be destroyed!" Aragorn argued with Boromir as the whole of the council erupted in argument and accusation. Fists were shaken, fingers were pointed, and faces grew angry.

"Do you not understand!" Gandalf bellowed at a man who stood firmly on Boromir's side. "While we bicker amongst ourselves, Sauron's power grows! No one will escape it!" He gestured to the rest of the people present. "You will all be destroyed, your homes burnt, and your families put to the sword!"

"I will take it." No one heard the soft, wavering voice at first as they bickered and shouted. Then heads turned to the dark-haired hobbit, the only one remaining seated. "I will take it," he said, his voice growing stronger. "I will take the Ring to Mordor." His voice faltered as the entirety of the Council turned to look at him. "Though I... do not know the way."

Gandalf stepped forward, his accusatory finger dropping to his side. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." He stood at the hobbit's side.

Aragorn stepped forward next, kneeling in front of Frodo. "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will," he swore. "You have my sword." He stood behind Frodo, his hands on the hobbit's shoulders.

"And my bow," Legolas proclaimed, stepping forward.

"And my knives." Beruthiel smiled at the hobbit, moving to stand between Aragorn and Legolas.

"And my axe!" Gimli exclaimed, stalking towards the group assembled. Boromir looked them over, then turned to Elrond.

"You carry the fate of us all, little one," he addressed Frodo. "If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done." Beruthiel tensed and placed a hand on her saxe knife as she heard a rustling in the bushes. What came out was the most unimaginable attack-creature in her mind: a hobbit.

"Hey!" Sam said. "Mister Frodo isn't goin' anywhere without me!"

"No indeed," Elrond said, slightly amused. "It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." Looking suitably embarrassed, Sam shuffled his feet and went to stand defensibly in front of Frodo, just in case any of the honorable lords and princes present tried to raise a weapon against the hobbit.

"Wait!" Elrond's head turned towards the two huge pillars at the entrance of the terrace. "We're coming too!" Beruthiel imagined that the venerable lord was thinking something like 'where the storming hell are all these hobbits coming from' as Merry and Pippin ran towards the eight people standing together.

"You'll have to tie us up in a sack to stop us!" Merry, the slightly more intelligent of the two (or at least in Beruthiel's opinion) piped up.

"That's right!" his nearly-look-alike friend chimed in. "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this mission... quest... er, thing."

"Well, that rules you out, Pip," Merry told him.

Lord Elrond sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Ten companions... so be it," he muttered. "You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring." Boromir and Aragorn nodded at this new responsibility, while Gandalf creakily bent over and muttered to himself.

Pippin knowledgeably nodded at Merry, then turned to Elrond. "Great," he said. "So where are we going?"

Behind him, Aragorn and Beruthiel exchanged an exasperated glance.

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cuddlytogas · 2 years

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a friend and i ([waves] you know who you are <3) have a few times texted about zolf and hope and how it's kind of disappointing when he seems to go against that value, and then i pointed out that technically zolf doesn't know why he can cast again, and descibres his devotion as "not hope, exactly", and i just started watching lord of the rings for the millionth time, and

I just keep thinking about zolf. because it's not hope. there's something a bit too naive or optimistic or impractical or... something about hope; zolf's too much of a pragmatist for it. he often fails to hold out hope, and is constantly preparing for worst case scenarios.

and obviously emotions and values are complex and can't really be pinned down in one word, and there's certainly something like hope in there. but i think zolf's devotion could more accurately be described as perseverance. he's not hopeful that things will turn out well; again, he plans for sacrifices and worst case scenarios. but he fights for it all the same. the impression is that, as long as he draws breath, he'll keep fighting, even if it means sacrificing people (including himself), even if it means executing people who pose a threat, even if it doesn't work. he'll keep bloody trying.

and it's definitely related to how much suffering there's been in his life (mechanically grief-filled, etc). he's bounced from one career to another, one understanding of himself and his family and the world to another; he's lost so many of the people he's loved; he's lost one leg, then the other, lost his temper, lost his magic... and obviously, as with most people who've suffered immensely in life, he's come out the other side. grief is a nightmare, but it alone doesn't kill you.

of course, the flaw of that is in his need to have a project or goal at all times. he's able to keep pushing forward through the muck, but also, when there's no muck left, he's at a loss, incapable of standing still and facing what does and doesn't remain. his response to grief has become to basically ignore it, because for so long, he's been forced to do so, and he's adapted to that. people die, it happens all the time; don't confront it, just accept it, move on, and keep going. it's a strength in one way, but also a massive emotional weakness, and why he fell apart after they saved the world.

but even then, he pushed through it, and he learned how to do so emotionally as well as physically once there were no more monsters to fight or mysteries to solve. i think him accepting oscar's invitation in epilogue 1 is proof of that. and tbh he probably fails at it sometimes, because no one's infallible. but he still holds onto that value and comes back to it again.

it's not hope, exactly, not in the sense not of optimism or fealty. but it's hope in the sense of perseverance, of the determination to keep going to the last. it's boromir getting up over and over after each arrow in his chest even though he's definitely going to die and the hobbits are definitely going to be taken and there's no belief that he could actually change those things. it's "of course you're going alone; and I'm coming with you."

it's closing the doors and climbing the tower, and being willing to jettison the legs and drop the glaive and fly up and shield the mcguffin with your own body even when a dragon is coming for you; and it's also becoming a fisherman and sitting with your grief and going to live with your life partner even though it's definitely going to be hard. not hope, exactly; not endless strength, exactly; perhaps perseverance... but not exactly.

#RQG #Rusty Quill Gaming #Zolf Smith #RQG Zolf Smith #meta #RQG meta #pointless post is pointless #spoilers #i guess?#RQG spoilers #just in case #i just... have...... so many feelings about this dwarf.............................. <3 #YES i just watched Fellowship again what of it #leave me alone #i'm having emotions

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rainydaymiddleearthimagines · 3 years

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Destiny Calling: Chapter Seven

You all seemed lost, feeling this sense of overwhelming hopelessness. You were now leading the group, walking through the woods of Lothlorien. You after all, were the only one that actually knew the way. "Stay close young hobbits! They say there’s a great sorceress lives in these woods, an elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her, fall under her spell..." Gimli said, unaware that you actually shared blood to said "Elf-witch". "... and are never seen again." Gimli finished. Aragorn looked over, noticing blood seep through your clothes. "Y/n, did you suffer another wound outside of the scratch on your head?" He asked. "If you're referring to my shoulder Aragorn, I am fine." You said softly.

You stopped, the trees speaking of another presence outside of your group. "Well, here is one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox!" Gimli announced before meeting a guard face to face. Lorien guards aimed before a familiar face stopped them. "Princess Y/n." He noticed, all guards reattracting their weapons at the sight of you. "You found us." you said, seeming very calm. "The dwarf breathes so loud we could've shot him in the dark." Haldir said making you chuckle. "Haldir o Lórien. Henion aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe ammen veriad lîn. (Haldir of Lorien, we come here for help. We need your protection.)" Aragorn said. "Aragorn, these woods are perilous! We should go back." Gimli huffed. "You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back. Come, she is waiting." Haldir said. You all followed Haldir. "you seem very confident about your choice in leading us to this woman." Gimli muttered. You said nothing, walking ahead of him.

You climbed the stairs before standing before Galadriel and Celeborn. You bowed, Galadriel lifting your face. "You have matured since we last spoke." She said, smiling softly. "It is nice to see you again." You admitted. She nodded before looking at the group. Aragorn gave his proper greeting, making it clear to everyone that he too, had met her before. "Nine that are here yet ten there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him." She said. She looked in his eyes and paused. "He has fallen into shadow." She realized. "The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail to the ruin of all." She said. She looked over at Boromir who couldn't meet her gaze. "Yet hope remains while the company is true." She said. She looked at Sam and smiled. "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace." She said. You nearly walked off but Aragorn halted you. "Might we receive medical assistance? Y/n was struck in battle." Aragorn asked. "I have herbs in my-" "Come." Galadriel said. You sighed and walked off with her.

You looked over at Galadriel. "How are you taking it? Gandalf's demise?" She asked. "I think I'm in denial. It is almost as if my body just isn't reacting." You muttered. She nodded as you entered a small hut. "How did it happen?" She asked, wringing water out of a small cloth. "There was a monster, one of flames. We had to pass through Moria-" "We both know how dangerous that was Y/n." She scolded. "We didn't have a choice. Saruman betrayed us, if we had made for the Gap of Rohan, we'd be killed or worse." You muttered. She nodded. "Gandalf fought off the monster so we could escape. He... He fell so we would succeed." you muttered. Galadriel nodded solemnly. She touched the wound on your shoulder, you wincing. "You made it here. That is what counts." she said softly. You nodded, looking down. "Your mother would be very proud of you, you know." She added. You looked over. She began crushing herbs. "She would be terrified but still very proud." she said. You smiled slightly. "are you proud?" you asked. She turned, that soft smile reminding you of home. "we all are darling." She said. "I.." you cleared your throat. "I want you to know... I am proud to be your grandchild..." you told her. She put the herbs on the wound, wrapping it before she kissed your head. "I am proud to call you my grandchild." she said.

As everyone else sat around, elves could be heard around them, singing. "A lament for Gandalf." Legolas noticed, him pouring water into a small reflection pool. "What do they say about him?" Merry asked. "I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near." Legolas answered. Aragorn noticed Boromir sitting alone on a tree root. He walked over. "Take some rest. These borders are well protected." Aragorn encouraged. "I will find no rest here. I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me even now there is hope left. But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope." He admitted. He knew for a fact that if his father remained on the throne, there was less of a bright future to one day see. This fact had been haunting him since he picked up the hilt to Isildur's broken sword. "My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And now our…our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored. Have you ever seen it Aragorn? White tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. It's banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?" He asked. "I have seen the White City, long ago." Aragorn admitted. "One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guards shall take up the call: The Lords of Gondor have returned!" He said, clearly missing home. Aragorn opened his mouth to speak but saw you walking over. He walked over, hugging you. You didn't care about the slight discomfort from your shoulder. You hadn't had a real moment to breathe since you left. You hugged him back, him pulling away slightly to kiss your forehead. "Your wounds? How are they?" He asked. "They are minor, she believes them to be healed in days." you said.

He sighed. "You need to be more-" "What's the rule?" you halted. He sighed. "No telling Y/n what to do." He said. "Let us try and rest. We still have a long journey." you said. The group looked over as you sat down. "Are you alright?" Pippin asked. "Fear not Pippin, I am well." You assured. "Where are you sleeping?" Frodo asked. Aragorn cleared his throat to answer the question and you nodded your head in his direction. "Thank you Y/n.. For protecting me back in Moria." Frodo said. "I am only doing what I promised. I don't deserve the praise." You stated. "How did you meet the witch- woman?" Sam corrected. You chuckled. "Galadriel is my grandmother." you answered. "You're related to the witch?" Gimli asked, shocked. "She is my mother's mother. Very kind woman despite what many believe." You answered.

Pippin seemed confused. "Y/n... If your grandmother is here then why weren't you sent here instead of Mirkwood?" Pippin asked. "Father was most likely afraid of the path here... It was the same path my mother took when she was attacked." You said. Merry looked at you as you sighed, looking over at Aragorn who was still awake.

"Sleep." you told him. "I cannot." He admitted. "...You're joking. You seriously cannot sleep without me being there?" You asked. "Not fully, no." He admitted, making Sam crack a smile. "With the way you two speak to each other, you'd think you'd be lovers." Gimli sighed. You all froze, looking at him. "What?" He asked. "Nothing." Pippin said, resisting a strong urge to laugh. "We should rest." Sam said, also trying not to break. You moved to Aragorn, lying down next to him. He wrapped his arms around you, his breaths getting deeper as time passed.

The morning soon came, you and Aragorn being the first ones awake. You leaned up and stretched, tapping Boromir as you slid on your boots. He woke up the hobbits who (eventually) woke up Gimli. You all set off once more, Galadriel parting you with Earendil, their most beloved star. You all went off in canoes, riding down the river. You all were silent, Legolas and you both listening to the nature around you before reaching a pass. "Frodo, the Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old. My kin." Aragorn said to Frodo, nodding to the large statues of the kings. You all finally reached the foot of Amon Hen, making camp while you rested.

"We cross the lake at nightfall. Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north." Aragorn said. "Oh, yes?! It's just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An impassable labyrinth of razor sharp rocks! And after that, it gets even better! Festering, stinking marshlands far as the eye can see!" Gimli huffed. "That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength master dwarf." Aragorn said, making you smiled. Gimli seemed almost offended by the mere idea of him needing to rest. You looked up, alarmed by something. "What's wrong?" Boromir asked. "Something's coming." you answered. You looked around. "Where's Frodo?" you asked.

Frodo walked through the woods, Boromir noticing the hobbit as he was collecting firewood. "None of us should wander alone, you least of all. So much depends on you. Frodo?" Boromir commented. Frodo looked over, slightly alarmed by his presence. "I know why you seek solitude. You suffer; I see it day by day. You sure you do not suffer needlessly? There are other ways, Frodo, other paths that we might take." Boromir said. "I know what you would say. And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning in my heart." Frodo said. "Warning? Against what? We're all afraid, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have. Don't you see that is madness?" Boromir questioned. "There is no other way!" Frodo said. "I ask only for the strength to defend my people! If you would but lend me the Ring..." Boromir tossed the wood aside, staring at the ring. "No." Frodo said, stepping back. "Why do you recoil? I am no thief." Boromir asked. "You are not yourself." Frodo answered. "What chance do you think you have? They will find you! They will take the Ring and you will beg for death before the end!" Boromir yelled. Frodo ran from Boromir, alarmed of the greed and darkness taking over the young man. "It is not yours save by unhappy chance. It could have been mine!" Boromir yelled before tackling Frodo. "It should be mine! Give it to me!" Boromir yelled. They struggled against one another for the ring.

"Give it to me!" Boromir yelled. "No!" Frodo struggled. "Give me… Give me the Ring!" Boromir yelled. Frodo slipped on the ring, kicking Boromir before running away. "I see your mind. You will take the Ring to Sauron! You will betray us! You go to your death and the death of us all! Curse you! Curse you! And all the halflings!" He said before falling. It was like a simple fall was all he needed to see reason. Regret instantly hit him. "Frodo?...Frodo?...what have I done?...please...Frodo!" He called.

Frodo ran off, reaching an area away from him. "Frodo?" You asked, standing there with Aragorn. "Huh?!" He gasped, meeting your eyes. "It has taken Boromir." Frodo said, clearly panicked. "Where is the Ring?" Aragorn asked. "Stay away!" Frodo yelled before backing away. "Frodo!" Aragorn halted. Frodo stopped. "We swore to protect you!" Aragorn said. "Can you protect me from yourself?!" Frodo asked, clearly frightened. He showed the ring in his palm. "Would you destroy it?" Frodo asked. You looked away, feeling this intense dread. Aragorn slowly approached Frodo though, ignoring the whispers of the ring, closing Frodo's palm and pushing it to his chest. "I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of Mordor." He said. "You will not yield me from your journey Frodo." You said. He frowned. "Y/n, I cannot ask this of you." He said. "Frodo, my father was the one that went with Isildur. He did nothing to stop him... I know I can do something so please. Let me." you said. He nodded slowly before you slid off your necklace, giving it to Aragorn. Aragorn shook his head. "Y/n-" "keep this as a reminder that someone is fighting for you. Always." you said softly. He clutched the necklace, before pulling a chain out from his pack. He took off his ring, sliding it onto the chain. "I will not take the throne without you. If I lose you, the throne will remain as it is." He said. "This is your only proof of your identity Aragorn-" "I know. Because without you, I cannot make my claim." He said, putting the chain around your neck. He gave you one last kiss, your heart filling with sorrow before you pulled away. "Look after the others, especially Sam. He will not understand." Frodo said before his sword started to glow. "Go on you two!" He said. You hesitated, seeing the finality in this choice. Would you leave your lover or stay and leave Frodo?

You shook your head, taking Frodo's hand and running. Sam searched the woods frantically. "Mr. Frodo!" He called before hearing swords clashing. Legolas and Gimli ran forward, Legolas shooting three of the orcs quickly. Gimli slammed his axe into one of them. "Aragorn! Go!" Legolas yelled. You sprinted with Frodo, trying to reach the boats as the orcs were ready to kill. You ran hiding behind a set of trees, Merry and Pippin looking at you with urgency. They noticed the orcs ready to follow you. "Run you two! Go!" Merry whispered before cupping his hands. You two ran off as Merry yelled. "Hey! Hey you! Over here!" He shouted, diverting attention away from the two of you. "Hey!" Pippin chimed in. "Over here!" Merry called. Pippin waved his arms. "This way!" Pippin yelled, running away from Frodo.

As you ran you heard three loud blasts from a horn, your heart dropping. This was it... Boromir's final stand. "The Horn of Gondor... Boromir.." you whispered as you ran. Merry and Pippin locked eyes with Boromir as he fought. "RUN!" He told them, fighting for his life. "Boromir!" Aragorn called, rushing toward the sound. Fear coursed through Boromir as he fought before an arrow hit his shoulder. Merry and Pippin stopped, looking at him in shock. Boromir fell to his knees, breathing hard as the pain seemed to overwhelm him. No. Not like this.

The orcs came closer, Boromir letting out a battle cry as a final stand. He stood up, stabbing an orc as he did. Another arrow fired, this time to Boromir's stomach. He fell again, still his will to live too strong for this as he got back up. He killed another orc, another arrow hitting you, this one being the final blow. Boromir fell to his knees, staying down this time. Merry and Pippin both looked at him. They knew this was it. That he would not rise again to fight. This was their friend that kept them safe. If he was dying, they were going to defend him till his last breath. Merry and Pippin fought, screaming "SHIRE!" before stabbing an orc or two.

You reached the boats, heart pounding as you were unaware of the dangers ahead of you. Then you felt it. A loss. A hit. You put a hand over your mouth. "Y/n, what's wrong?" Frodo asked. "Boromir has fallen." You whispered, hearing the trees tell you of the brave sacrifice he made.

Aragorn kneeled to Boromir. "They took the little ones." Boromir said weakly. "Be still." Aragorn instructed. "Frodo, where is Frodo? And Y/n?" Boromir asked. "I let them go." Aragorn said. "Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him." Boromir admitted, his breathing getting weaker. "The Ring is beyond our reach now." Aragorn assured. "Forgive me, I did not see it. I have failed you all." Boromir whispered. "No, Boromir, you fought bravely! You have kept your honor." Aragorn assured. He reached for the arrows that were ailing his friend but Boromir stopped him. "Leave it! It is over. The world of men will fall, and all will come to darkness… and my city to ruin." Boromir whispered. "I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the white city fall, nor our people fail!" Aragorn said, his heart in pain. "Our people?" Boromir asked. Not once had Aragorn even referenced his homeland or people... Boromir smiled at his friend. "Our people." He breathed, barely holding onto life. Aragorn put Boromir's sword in his hand, Boromir bringing it to his chest. "I would have followed you my brother, my captain, my king!" Boromir said before his face grew still. Your vision was indeed true. Boromir was dead. "Be at peace, son of Gondor." Aragorn whispered before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You heard rapid footsteps, turning to land which you hadn't left yet. "Frodo!" Sam called. Frodo seemed spaced out, recalling a conversation that he had with Gandalf before Sam sprinted out from the woods. "Frodo no! Frodo! Mr. Frodo!" Sam frantically called. "No Sam." Frodo said, continuing to paddle. You opened your mouth but closed it as Sam sprinted into the river. "Go back Sam! I’m going to Mordor." Frodo yelled. "Of course you are, and I’m coming with you!" Sam replied. He trudged deeper into the water. "You can’t swim! Sam!" Frodo gasped. You watched Sam go under, forsaking your cloak as you dove into the waters and pulled up Sam.

You put him in the boat, you climbing in afterwards. "You are insane!" You breathed. "I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise! 'Don’t you leave him Samwise Gamgee.' And I don’t mean to! I don’t mean to." Sam said. Frodo's expression softened. "Oh Sam!" Frodo wailed before hugging Sam. You smiled at the two friends before Frodo yanked you into the hug. You slowly hugged the two hobbits back, them clinging to you.

Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas gave Boromir a proper send off, laying him one of the boats with his sword and shield, his cloven horn by his side. The boat went off the side of the Falls of Rauros, falling to the mists below.

"Hurry! Frodo, Y/n and Sam have reached the eastern shore." Legolas called. Aragorn did not move. "You mean not to follow them?" Legolas asked. "Y/n and Frodo’s fate is no longer in our hands." Aragorn said, clutching your necklace that he was now wearing. "Then it has all been in vain! The Fellowship has failed." Gimli said. "Not if we hold true to each other. We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light. Let’s hunt some orc!" Aragorn said. Legolas and Gimli smiled. "Yes! Haha!" Gimli exclaimed. Aragorn ran into the woods, Legolas and Gimli following.

You stood on the hills of Emyn Muil, looking at the Dead Marshes and Mordor." Mordor. I hope the others find a safer route." Frodo muttered. "Strider will look after them." Sam said. "I do not think they will accompany us from here." You said, clutching Aragorn's ring. "I don’t suppose we’ll ever see them again." Frodo said. Sadness filled your gaze. "We may yet, Mr. Frodo. We may." Sam reminded. You smiled at Sam. Frodo turned to the both of you "I’m glad you’re with me." Frodo said to the both of you. You smiled softly, roughing up his hair before walking. "We have a long journey ahead of us." you said. "Think we'll see something new?" Sam asked. "Let us hope not." You said earning smiles from both of the hobbits.

You had no idea of the dangers ahead. Or how many events were to play out in front of your eyes.

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type: one-shot

title: The Four Joys of a Bee 03. The Joy of Three - Strength

fandom: Lord of the Rings

summary: The fellowship's encounter with the Uruk-hai forces two children of Denethor to part ways forever. it's in the one time Teremir doesn't sing that Aragorn learns her strength.

characters: teremir (oc); aragorn; boromir; legolas; gimli;

pairings: aragorn/teremir;

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a/n: i edited most part of the lyrics on this so it would fit the plot. tried my best to match the sounds of the original and these ones, and honestly i think it's better than i expected. also i kind of got cariied away and this eneded up gigantic. to think i wote 3570 words in about 3 day, but at the same time, i wrote 3570 words in about 3 days?!

wordcount: 3569 (i am so sorry)

The fellowship had broken in separated ways to look for Frodo and Boromir, but they encountered the Uruk-hai before the two missing members.

Aragorn fought firmly, facing many orcs at once although his mind was split between ones who he couldn’t see at the moment: the ringbearer he had just let go; the hobbits he had to protect; and Teremir – oh, Teremir.

The last time he had seen her she had horror and worry on her eyes – horror he felt himself when she glanced at him in a desperate gaze. She had gone with Sam, who called only for Frodo, but the ranger knew Teremir shared his worry for the combination of the specific missing members; he knew she had seen the effect of the ring on her brother, with a terror her eyes copied from her heart.

Aragorn thanked every existing deity for Legolas and Gimli coming to fighting the Uruk-hai by his side, but he didn’t see Teremir with them, and so he asked every single one he knew for her to be safe, maybe with her brother, Boromir, protected while protecting the hobbits.

Legolas shoot the orc Aragorn was struggling to fight, and just then the sound of a distant horn was heard.

“The horn of Gondor”, said the elf.

The ranger’s brain took no time to make the association.

“Boromir” and under his breath he added “Teremir.”

Aragorn ran past his friend, almost as fast as his mind thought of both daughter and son of Denethor. He rushed in the same direction of the Uruk-hai, fighting each and every one of them that stood his way, screaming any fatigue or frustration that came to him.

He let out a cry as he sliced one of them, cutting his head off, and turned to fight another when he saw a different figure. It was her – Teremir – wielding her sword in a similar way to her brother to kill another orc, with some of her own self-acquired skills. It almost mesmerized him, and would have made him stay still, if it was any other time.

The horn of Gondor sounded once more, and neither Teremir nor Aragorn lost a second to run to the call.

She ran faster than him, taking down any orc standing her way, but not all that she could. Aragorn couldn’t blame her, though he had to fight the ones left behind, for she was paving the way – the quickest way to her brother. Yet thought their movements were quick and deadly, they felt as if every orc killed slowed them down, frustration growing in both their limbs and soul, for the horn of Gondor continued to sound through the trees.

It was when the woods stopped echoing the horn that both Aragorn and Teremir ran faster than they remembered they could. The distance between them grew the closer they ran to her brother, and soon the ranger lost sight of her. He commanded his legs to ran faster although they already ached, he would not have her where his eyes couldn’t follow again.

It wasn’t long before he caught her, as she took on running after fighting another orc left behind. Aragorn had reached her side when he heard her gasp, though she had not stopped running one second.

They both saw Boromir on his knees, facing the last Uruk-hai who was ready to take his life with what would be the fourth arrow on his chest. Yet a loud cry was heard, and in a matter of seconds Teremir had launched herself to the orc, making him miss his aim.

Both woman and orc fell. Teremir rolled down the floor, using the impulse to quickly stand up, and was able to defend the attack of the Uruk-hai that screamed at her face. She managed to hold his blade against hers for a moment enough for Aragorn to reach them, but the ranger couldn’t stop the beast from pushing Teremir against a tree and throwing his shield to block her.

He furiously charged in their direction and managed to block the orc blade before it touched her neck, giving Teremir the time to escape from the shield from below and Aragorn to punch their opponent’s stomach. The Uruk-hai swinged his weapon defending the dunedain’s next attack and turned to hit the woman that was now on the floor. Teremir rolled away from his steel and kicked him, using his brief step back to pull her dagger to stab him.

The beast roared in pain. He punched her, leaving the woman dizzy, and prepared to do it again but Aragorn was quick to grab his arm. The orc turned to push him to the floor. He punched the ranger instead, bringing him up only to beat him again. Aragorn’s momentarily numb mind didn’t stop him from blocking yet another punch, and strike him back.

He dodged most of the Uruk-hai’s blows, so once the dunedain thought he was getting weaker, he turned to push him to the floor, only to be thrown to the floor himself. The orc roared again, as he took out Teremir’s dagger, taking his time to lick it in front of both his opponents, – as if to mock Aragorn’s bloody mouth – before throwing it to the dunedain’s face. Yet Teremir had taken up her weapon and put herself between them, blocking her own dagger with her sword.

She wielded her sword against the beast’s fiercely, yet the Uruk-hai managed to plant a deep cut on Teremir’s arm. She lost the rhythm but managed to hold his weapon against hers as he turned her around, until her aching arm forced her to push him back with all of her strength. She had managed enough for Aragorn to stand up, take up his own sword, and rush to meet the orc’s weapon with his.

He wielded his blade firmly and fast, leaving no time for the Uruk-hai to respond. He cut the beast’s arm and swinged his sword to pierce his chest; But to his surprise, that didn’t seem to discourage him, for the orc took the dunedain’s blade in his hand and pierced further, just to bring himself closer to the ranger.

Aragorn looked him with disgust, until another sword sliced the Uruk-hai’s head with a diligent grunt. The enemy’s remaining body fell, leaving a panting Teremir before him.

His eyes met hers for a second but soon looked the same direction they both rushed to. They reached Boromir’s body the same instant.

“They took the little ones!” was the first thing he told them.

Teremir shushed him quietly while Aragorn told him to hold still, both in whispers because of their panting. The woman’s hands hovered her brother’s wounded chest but didn’t know how to proceed. Upon seeing the dunedain’s hands move to reach him, she decided to focus on Boromir’s face. She tried to calm him down, but he continued to speak.

“Frodo” he insisted, “Where is Frodo?”

Teremir had no answer for that, so she took his hand in hers, thinking he could squeeze them when Aragorn pulled the arrows. But the dunedain paused his movements to look between Teremir’s panicked expression and Boromir’s urgent one before he spoke.

“I let Frodo go” he whispered and felt the man’s chest soften his panting underneath his hands.

“Then you did what I could not,” Boromir gave the smallest relieved note to his voice, only for it to be gone as he confessed “I tried to take the Ring from him.”

“The Ring is beyond our reach now” Teremir told him almost soothingly.

Her panting had yet not subsided, and Aragorn knew she only managed to raise her voice just enough to be heard because she whispered. He saw the great pain in the eyes of both children of Denethor, yet while Teremir’s voice seemed to struggle for the first time, at the sight of her brother, Boromir’s remained clear as he spoke to his sister and him, despite his condition.

“Forgive me,” Boromir looked between his sister and the dunedain, “I did not see it” his eyes watered as his pain grew in both chest and heart, “I have failed you all.”

“No, Boromir” Aragorn furrowed his brows, while Teremir immediately shook her head, “You fought bravely.”

“You’ve kept your honour” she squeezed her brother’s hands in hers close to her heart, the edge of her lips curving into a reassuring smile.

Seeing Boromir calm down upon these words and his sister’s gesture, Teremir nodded, and Aragorn took it as the sign to discreetly move his hands to take the arrows from the man’s body. Yet the other was quick to put a hand on the dunedain’s shoulder before he could do anything, taking him by surprise.

“Leave it!” the man told him, “It is over…”

“Boromir” Teremir’s voice finally raised above a whisper with disbelief.

She began to move to the arrows herself, but her brother grabbed them in his own left hand. Aragorn glanced at Teremir’s trembling hands in shock, lost on how to proceed, but Boromir’s gazed directly at him, and once he locked eyes with him the ranger did not move. Seriousness, pain and struggle mingled in the man’s eyes, and soon so did on his.

“The world of Men will fall” Boromir began to struggle as he spoke, “And all will come to darkness” he closed his eyes as his tears grew from his struggle to not only stopping his sister, but also looking at her, “And my city to ruin.”

Blind to her brother’s struggle by her own tears forming, Teremir ceased to fight his hand because of the pain from straining her wounded arm, slipping over Boromir’s body.

“No,” she insisted in a whisper, “Boromir, that is not for you to decide…”

Aragorn looked between the two children of Denethor. It pained him to hear Teremir’s voice, her most powerful vessel, sound so weak; and it pained to hear Boromir speak of darkness so hopelessly. It pained him deeply than ever thought it would, and he asked himself if he would be able to take more pain should Teremir cry. But he would not have it – as long as there was something he could do he would not have to take this pain in vain.

Aragorn’s brows furrowed deeper as he brought Boromir’s hand in his close to the chest, forcing the man to open his teary eyes; and squeezed one of Teremir’s hands in his own, bringing her eyes up to his. The dunedain breathed in a new courage and although he looked directly at Boromir, just like the other had done to him a moment earlier, the ranger spoke to both of them.

“I do not know what strength is in my blood,” his voice was firm even though he spoke barely above a whisper, “but I swear to you: I will not let the White City fall,” his eyes softened as he saw hope take over Boromir’s, “nor our people fail.”

Boromir’s expression rejoiced though he grew pale by the second.

“Our people” the edge of his lips seemed to curve in a smile as he finally looked in his sister’s eyes, who copied his small smile, while Aragorn nodded, and Boromir nodded as well, “Our people.”

He looked to his sword, which laid at the distance of his arm away, and the dunedain understood, so he put it on his hand and brought it to the man’s chest, so it would be with him when he parted. Teremir breathed in, embracing herself for the moment that came, and Aragorn squeezed her hand once more, giving her courage to look at her brother’s eyes as he spoke.

“Teremir”

“I’m here” she stroked her brother’s knuckles with her thumb.

“Teremir, your voice is so mighty and sweet” he told her with a dreamy smile, “It will truly be my key to peace, you know it… Sing to me when I’m gone, you know which song, and keep singing after that, for I will hear every time you sing.”

Teremir nodded but couldn’t help letting a tear fall.

“Fear not, little sister” he brought his hand up to stroke her cheek, “I will watch over you in Gondor,” he wiped her tear and she leaned to his touch “I will see you be queen.”

Aragorn saw Boromir smile at Teremir’s surprised eyes.

“You need not my blessing,” then he turned to the dunedain, “but you should take this as such.”

Teremir brought a hand to hold her brother’s against her cheek, for she felt it slip. Aragorn nodded respectfully to him and his words, and Boromir copied.

“I would have followed you, my brother,” he told him with his clear voice, “my captain, my King” then turned to his sister, “My Queen.”

Aragorn’s expression grew bitter as Boromir took his final breaths, and Teremir leaned forward to kiss her brother’s forehead so she wouldn’t see his eyes fade away. Yet she felt his body freeze under her lips, so she carefully laid her head on her brother’s chest, and, upon feeling no heartbeat, she began to sob. Aragorn saw his face now unmoving and took a deep breath in, brought his own fingers to the forehead before kissing them, and leaned to the man’s face.

“Be at peace, son of Gondor.”

It was at those words that Teremir’s lungs let out an aching cry, for those were the words that marked Boromir’s departure. Aragorn kissed the man’s forehead and slowly pulled away to carefully hold Teremir in his arms.

Her sorrowful cries echoed through the woods. It almost deafened Aragorn, but the pain of his shattered heart screamed louder, and so he tightened his arms around Teremir’s form, hoping they would both survive this suffering. His own tears blended with hers when their faces touched, as he pulled her to his level whenever the dunedain felt the woman slip in his arms.

Teremir’s raw wail guided both Legolas and Gimli to herself and the dunedain that held her as close to him as he could. Both elf and dwarf shed painful tears of their own at the sorrowful sight and aching sound. Gimli bowed his head while Legolas closed his eyes and so they stood silently until Teremir’s cry gradually ceased.

Only then, a sniffle from the dwarf captured Aragorn’s attention, and he turned his head to notice the two companion’s presence.

“They will look for his coming from the White Tower,” he told them, a single tear rolling down his cheek, “but he will not return from mountain or from sea.”

Aragorn felt Teremir pull away from his chest just enough to speak.

“I cannot leave him here” her voice was low, tired and croaky, but strong.

“Neither would I let you do so” he cupped her face in his hand, “We’ll prepare a boat.”

The dunedain helped the woman up, and though her movements seemed unsure at first, once Teremir stood before Aragorn, she stood tall and fierce, despite the swollen eyes and bloody clothes – equal to him. He saw it as a sign of her strength, a sign they would both survive it.

The ranger took the arrows from Boromir’s chest himself and Teremir cleaned his wounds and his face, while Legolas and Gimli prepared the boat where they put his shield and laid his body.

Legolas stood closer to the shore with Gimli by his side while Aragorn stood with water to his knees, giving Teremir and her brother a final moment before they parted. From afar, the dunedain saw the woman lean to whisper to Boromir’s ear before kissing his hands and forehead. He saw her stand up once more, her posture majestic as ever though he knew her face was miserable.

And so Teremir’s hands let go of the boat, and with it let Boromir go in the Anduin.

She stood silent. Aragorn moved to meet her, and once he did, he uttered no word. Teremir had shed new tears, though he needed not to look to see it.

“I know we must hurry,” her voice was still croaky but getting stronger, “but I have yet a promise to fulfil.”

“Do as you must” was his answer.

Teremir felt silent for a moment only to break it herself once again.

“Do you know of a song about longing for the White City?” she asked.

The dunedain glanced at her and gave her a small nod.

“I have heard soldiers from Gondor sing it, yes.”

“I don’t know if I have the strength to sing it,” she did not meet his eyes, “but I have made my brother a vow.”

Aragorn understood what she asked him. He held her hand in his and squeezed it, and she knew he had agreed, so she took a breath in before both dunedain and woman began to sing.

Don’t mind the pain or the rolling tears The weary night doesn’t worry me For the hardest time in a soldier’s day Is to watch the sun as it dies away. It’s one more day away from Gondor’s White.

Aragorn followed Teremir’s gaze, and spotted the single boat floating along the river Anduin. Although the small ship had grown too distant for them to distinguish the form of the man that laid in it, they could still recall the resting face of Boromir.

The finest camp in Middle Earth Is still a prison for the likes of me But give me wings like a dove I’d fly up the road to the land I love. It’s one more day away from Gondor’s White.

Teremir’s voice managed to remain clear though husky from her cries. Aragorn sang with such empathy he had to force himself not to let his voice tremble like Teremir’s began to do along the following lines.

Oh Valar if dreams were only real I’d have Death’s hands off of me And with all my heart I’d turn around And tell the fates that I’m homeward bound. It’s one more day away from Gondor’s White.

They saw the boat grow distant from them, and closer to the great waterfalls. Yet when Aragorn thought her voice would break, Teremir sang the clearest and he could swear he heard a hopeful note in her melody.

I’d pass the time like some machine Until I look upon the White City Then I’ll dance on down through Pelennor And miss Gondor’s White no more.

Both Aragorn and Teremir saw Boromir disappear down Rauros, with a stone in their chests. He squeezed her hand and she sobbed.

“And miss Gondor’s White no more” she sang gently.

The dunedain glanced at her and the tired serene eyes told him she would persist, strong as ever, though the fatigue on her body would remain for weeks. He then noticed the deep cut on her arm, and his chest couldn’t help but warm up.

“Come, that wound still needs to be taken care of” he told her as he guided to the shore.

While Aragorn cleaned Teremir’s deep cut carefully, Legolas rushed to another boat.

“Hurry!” he pushed the boat to the river, “Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore.”

Yet the elf stopped in his tracks as he glanced at the dunedain who finished tending to Teremir’s wound, showing no signs of speeding up the process. Aragorn glanced at the boat on the other shore and saw the two hobbits move through the trees.

“You mean not to follow them” Legolas concluded, yet not a sign of outrage in his voice.

“Frodo’s fate is no longer in our hands” the ranger he laced fabric of his own shirt around the woman’s arm.

“Then it has all been in vain” said Gimli, “The Fellowship has failed.”

“Not if we hold true to each other” the dunedain glanced at the woman before him and caught her glance.

Aragorn tied a final knot with the fabric, receiving a quiet thank you from Teremir, and looked upon his companions. He stood up, and so did she, and walked towards the dwarf and elf. He put a hand on Legolas’ shoulder and glanced at the three people.

“We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death” he let his gaze linger on Teremir’s eyes, and upon seeing resilience overpowering fatigue, he added “Not while we have strength left”

Aragorn moved to pick up his dagger.

“Leave what can be spared behind. We travel light” he turned to look upon his companions. “Let us hunt some orc.”

Legolas smiled proudly at his long friend who had not given up yet, Gimli rejoiced to be back with a new purpose, while Teremir had grabbed her sword and had small smirk back at her lips. The four run further into the forest.

The fatigue Aragorn saw on Teremir’s body, face and soul would remain for weeks. The dunedain grew worried as he noticed her clothes slowly become bigger on her body, and her appetite grow low, but he kept being reassured as he also noticed her energy seemed to never run low, and her fighting would continue to evolve.

The third good joy of Aragorn was to see Teremir’s strength grow. It was a sign for him not to lose hope, and so it reminded him to hold on to whom he loved. He looked upon her as the strongest person he knew, as well as the person he loved most strongly.

#lord of the rings fanfic #lotr fanfic #aragorn x reader #aragorn x oc

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idjitlili · 3 years

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You're dead lachance.

Spike btvs x reader

Summary: Being Giles niece, going to America with him, only to meet Spike. There is anonymous request in here, 'getting locked in a room with Spike.'

A/n: slightly in Sundale , but mostly based in Los Angeles, the reader is British, due to being related to Giles. Hey, that's good for me , I'm British too. There's a request from anon but I'm not going to say to keep it a surprise. Malteser is a chocolate ball. How come I can write this much now? But I've got assignment s at are only 2000k words.

Word count:5019 Longest imagine yet.

Warnings: Language, Twilight hate references,period, questioning if vampires eat that answer is no or unconfirmed.

Not even a week ago, you had came home , only for your parental figure to rush to the door to greet you. Not long after that you were packing your suitcase for America , apparently your uncle Rupert had invited you out there. It had quite literally been years seen you had seen him, but not long until you would again.

In fact , it hadn't been even twenty four hours , before you were stood in his magic store. You weren't even sure why Rupert had brought you here. The suitcase that held your belongings , stood at your feet as Rupert had welcomed you in, unlike your uncle had expected , the shop was completely empty, people wise.

Forced to sit down, while Rupert made you a tea,informing you that he would get you settled at his home once he finished closing up his shop. What it felt like hours to you ,waiting, deciding it was best to read the book you had brought with you, not that you could really concentrate you just wanted to get cleaned up , in honesty.

Fingers tapping against the pine table , trying to read Boromir's last moments in Lord of the rings, re reading the same paragraph over , and over. "I tried to take the Ring from Frodo ' , he glance strayed to his fallen enemies,20." Re reading those words same words, unable to comprehend them, like your brain was blocked by a tinfoil hat, that's bullshit. Three arrows he had been struck with, yet he was still able to kill twenty highly trained orcs , more than an average vampire could do.

You were no stranger to vampires , you hadn't encountered one to say, but you knew of Rupert job as a watcher. Though you had watched Lord of the rings many times (or not it's just replace it) and yet you still couldn't pass it , didn't Rupert have workers to clean his shop? Repeating those words , still. "Hello ,love." You almost peed yourself , standing up abruptly launching your book at the thing that had pulled you out of your distracted book reading.

Bragging your lighter from your pocket, self defence lighter, holding in front of you. As the flame lit,lifting your head up at your 'attacker' , only to be met with a smirk and platinum leather wearing man, who had caught your book with ease. "Really a lighter?" British, you had not spoken to one American , since landing.

You had just continued to stare at him not quite certain what to say, until he did again. "So , Boromir ,hm?" You hadn't notice him step forward , holding your book for you to take back, hesitating you took it from him slowly. "Uh, yes. Thank you,but ,um, who are you?"

"Spike, and you are?"Who names there son after a sharp object? Spike had smugly smiled , placing his in his trouser pockets, it was if he was proud. You didn't get a chance to respond to Spike, before Rupert had reappeared , standing between you and Spike.

"Spike , get away from my niece, I will not allow you to corrupt her." Spike had gasped dramatically, putting his had over his mouth ,"You're related to him? But Blimey he's all ARGH and you're not." Spikes face of disgust when he looked at your uncle, Rupert had removed his glasses and began cleaning his glasses.

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" Picking up your bags , as Rupert ushered Spike out of the shop, with you behind to lock up, it now being dark. "It was lovely to meet you , Giles attractive niece.." "Y/n." "Y/n.." Repeating your name back slowly smiling , only if you knew he was an evil defective vampire.

"Quit the flirting Spike, she's not going to be here long." That was the last you saw of Spike , for now anyways. It wasn't even another 24 hours later , your uncle had sent you off to Los Angeles , to Wesley at Wolfram & Hart.

Wesley...you had seen him in years , since he left England. You being younger than him by some years , but you had been friends with him , being connected to Giles and all. You were brought to America to work for an evil law firm not your ideal future.

That was a year ago , not as bad as you had originally thought, Angel the CEO was indeed broody but he was trying to make a difference. In fact , the job paid very well, and all you did really read up on demons and sometimes view bodies for symbols and such.

Perhaps,yes, it did get quite lonely, it wasn't like you had you mum to make you meals or anything. All you could have was calls from her now and then. Wesley was your friend; but he was too busy flirting with Fred. The others well, you weren't close friends, just friends.

Today was not a great day for you, first you had gotten to work without lunch, forgotten a jacket, and Angel scheduled a meeting but you had fallen down the stairs three times. Ten minutes late, a huge bruise on your head , ruffled hair and clothing not looking very bodacious.

Knocking on the door to Angel's office three times gently , before waiting for his response to allow you in. Everyone staring at you , your face flushed with embarrassment. "I-I'm so sorry, you won't believe today has been horrible, I wouldn't have been late if I hadn't of fallen down the same stairs three times."

Heavily breathing from all the rushing, head aching like you had just hit your head falling down the stairs, Angel and the others looking at you with slight sympathy. "I've got to get a look at this muppet." That voice, you knew that that voice, until Spike had appeared from the corner of the meeting room , as you and Angel were about to walk into the room.

Almost bumping into Spike as you and him both met the door at the same time. You two would've bumped right into each other, but he passed right though you. Turning back around to see if you imagined that or not, turns out you didn't Spike was stood in front you , looking at you , with gaped mouth which didn't last long until he was smiling.

"W-what?H-how did y-" "Nice to see you again , love. Well, not long after you left I saved the world, and died. No need to thank me , love," Angel had coughed , pulling your attention from Spike charming smile he was sending your way, to him gesturing you to sit.

Spike had not decided to sit down , but to stand behind Angel at an Angel, one to annoy Angel which you could already see in his face , two to be in eye range of you. Not that he liked you , he full loved Buffy, for now anyways.

Angel had officially began the meeting , head-aching still, probably why you couldn't concentrate, concussion. All you could think was , wow Casper the friendly ghost, well you didn't know he wasn't , and that he was a vampire.

So lost in thought ,well no just pain , you didn't hear the calling of your name or snapping of fingers in front of your open eyes.

"Y/n? Y/n?" Only when there is a touch of a small hand on your shoulder , you realise , looking up to see Fred. "Yes, sorry. Um , I hit my head a bit too hard."

"Angel , she needs to go to a doctor. Her head is literally bleeding out , ""Yeah you should've sent her straight away, she fell down the fucking stairs, for a vampire with a soul , you have no compassion." Spike had interrupted Wesley, to criticise Angel.

You had a couple of days off last week , to visit your family, hence you hadn't seen Spike there before that. You had fallen off your chair when you had felt a hand on your shoulder, moving to see if that was Angel or Lorne, but it wasn't.

"Already on your knees for me?" Spike, staring down at you , smirking what a shock. "I'm not even on my knees, I'm on my butt. Plus what you want me to do mime."

"Okay, okay, Hon, let's go take to a doctor." Lorne had helped you up, as Spike had smiled Wider, as you both left, with some calls of sympathy's.

You only had to have you bloody head , in your hairline glued back together. Not surprising when there was blood dripping down your face like a waterfall. Other than that you were back the next day, carrying on your week like you would normally would.

Each week that went by Spike would come visit your office, mostly at lunch, knowing you didn't leave your office to socialise, only to use the bathroom. It had started with him using the excuse that he wanted to see how you were doing , after falling down the stairs, which was quite hard to believe,as he didn't seem like the caring type.

Then it he came to your office to tell you stories about him saving the world and just recently , almost being killed by another ghost.

You hadn't even seen that when he entered your office he used the door by turning the handle, instead of going through it. Not at least until he had spooked you again ,placing his hand your shoulder squeezing it slightly. Falling again out of you chair, probably would've smacked the back of your head on your desk.

If you weren't grabbed by your forearms, and were lifted back onto your feet, by rough hands... Spike had scared you to death again, yet this time he had saved your fall. Pulling a arm from his, looking into his eyes, as you brought your hand to his cheek, your finger tips against his cheek bone. His skin soft, not how you would've imagined.

Cold.

His skin, cold , but now he isn't a ghost? So why does he feel like the other side of the pillow on a summer night. Moments go by ,not many , before you pulled away again. "Fred , s-she figured out how to bring y-you back?" Still wondering why he felt like ice, also to hide the embarrassment that you had touched his face without asking.

"No, someone sent me some post," The distance between you two was more than close, your legs pressed against your desk, Spike's face barely inches away, he must've closed in on you. "Oh lovely,um have you had anything to eat yet?" He had smiled at you , with lust in glittering in his eyes , but not for what you might think, but hunger.

"I have not." Don't turn Edward ,please, no one wants that ,'Oh I'm sorry Bella but you might die if we fuck, because of my huge Thanos sized dick.' "Oh , well I've got , um, some sandwiches, that's if you want to share." You had gently made your way passed Spike as he nodded slightly suggesting we would share, to get into your bag, reaching for your lunch bag.

Both sitting at the sofa in your handing Spike a sandwich, as you held yours, facing each other, sitting on your calves, well Spike couldn't do that , if you know what you mean. Not long after you had reached for your flask , pouring it into your cup. "Tea?" Spike had grabbed the cup from your hand, drinking a fair lot down, before handing it back to you, mixture of crumbs and tea around his mouth. "You know how to make good tea, not those bloody Americans , milk first , bloody bullshit."

Before anything was said, Lorne had burst into the room , panic washed over his face. "Angel needs you both , quick honeys! We don't have time to spare." To say the least you were confused , never less you all headed to Angel's office and soon enough you were all, Angel, Spike, Fred, Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne were driving to a safe house. 'A rescue mission.' Apparently, you didn't even know who you were supposed to rescue, all you knew was you was all supposed to stay here until they arrived.

Sounded fishy , and you were right to think so, not long after you all discovered it was a trap. Probably just about a hundred vampires, were lurking around the property, waiting...

The floors creaking as you all walked across the the pine wood hallway, not to mention you had barely any fighting stills, all you held was a stake. The others well that ways a mixture of axes , and stakes. Sorry not only vampires in this house, spirits too. Spike had paired off with you , whilst the others did the same , you both walked into a bedroom, which was thick with mould and dust.

Not even one step in the door had slammed shut, Spike had immediately tried the door body slamming against , but it was no use. As you made your way to the window, "Spike.." BANG still going at the door , "SPIKE." Whisper shouting to him, gesturing for him to come over , once he had heard you.

"Vampires..." pulling you away from the window, out of sight." We need to get out of here, now."

"Where? we can't get out of here." Looking around the room there was no options. You don't even get to take a breath ; before the window is smashed in as well of the door, you are both completely circled , 7 vampires. Before you know it they are lunged for you , gripping your stake tightly , as you fight a vampire off , with struggle , god damnit. Where's David from lost boys, instead you are stuck with one that's never brushed it's teeth.

Finally stabbing it in the heart. Proof another one bites the dust. Now there was even more dust in this house. The rest of the vampires were dead, you didn't realise that Spike had taken on the rest with no struggle, turning to face you after dusting the last one, his face,his face. He was one of them, he had been dead this whole time , even when he was brought back.

"Y-you're a vampire?" Shocked was to say the least what you were feeling , he had turned back laughing lightly.

"What were you expecting? The Easter bunny?Did you think I was human? This whole time, oh love." It wasn't that you felt like you trusted him less after finding out but still, you're an idiot, no you are not. "I thought you were because you are my food; Plus I thought vampires were evil?"

"I wasn't going to refuse a sandwich. I have Soul, love. For your information, I got it the hard way, not like that brooding bugger."

"Sorry, Can we go now?" Thus Spike tried the door again, it had opened, both of you rushed out and down the stars , out the doors to find the others in the car waiting , like it was a robbery.

Your lunches with Spike continued even months after finding out he was a vampire; yet now you packed enough lunch for the two of you. Though he could just have his blood, but no he wanted your food. In honesty he was lucky that you actually shared your food with him.

You were sure that Spike must've preferred the company of Fred over you, and there was a day that he didn't have lunch with you. Apparently he had went to see Buffy , yet he was back the next day, why he hadn't stayed with the woman he loved , that was unknown to you. Thus there he was having lunch with you everyday you were at work.

You had even watched Lost boys with him one lunch. "You think I'm like that ponce?" Why the offices had TVs you had no idea. You had told Spike that he had reminded you of David. "W-what, It's not that hard to believe , first both of you have cool hair , two he is evil but the evil that you're like wow he's not that bad , he's cute and maybe he not what he seems. Like Loki, God of mischief." Spike had scoffed, laughing slightly.

"Did you just call me cute? I'm bad , I'm evil, mortals quiver under my wrath." He had made a toothy scrunched face , whilst bringing his hands up like he was a bear attacking, only to make you grin harder. "Okay, now you are a kinky Loki 'quiver under my wrath' seriously?"

"And how would you know what's kinky, love?" His words delivered with a smirk , that made your cheeks redden just by his gaze. "Uh,um, well I read a lot- I MEAN I do stuff all the time like last night.. he had a cane."

"Oh really, he had a cane?"

"Yep thats correct."

"Well that's a shame, love , because I've seen you face stuck in your books , blushing... and I can smell the innocence radiating off of you."

"Hey! Don't go smelling that, so you're telling me that when I have my period you can smell that too? You know what don't answer that, nor do I want to know if you've ever eaten that. Nor do I want to know why I thought of that.." Throwing a Malteser at him, would've hit him if he hadn't caught it in his mouth.

"I cannot believe you just said that. Love, you have too much time over thinking."

"No doubt , that's why I was never popular , let's pretend I never said that thing and only that compared you to David and Loki, hm?"

"Of course, I wish you hadn't given me the idea,joking I swear."

"Uh, I don't know if you like men or not but when the male part is erected it's one of the most blood filled appendages plus I looked you up, William the bloody, maybe that's how you got your name.." Yes maybe you spent more than your lunch hour not doing work, sitting cross legged now facing Spike completely , who just had turned his upper body from the tv.

Angel though, you'd think he was just happy , happy that Spike wasn't in his office constantly annoying him. It wasn't easy for anyone to keep Spike entertained. "I do not suck cocks nor have I ever , love, I have nothing against those that do,but I assure you that my terrible poetry is the only reason for the name, "

"Nothing to do with you killing hundreds of people?"

"Oh yeah, that too." Nothing more was spoken, you both had went back watching until lunch was over, then you were back to work. By five you had left to go home , not even two hours later you had realised you had left your house keys in your office. You had went to the shops, for some general stuff , hence why you hadn't realised you had left your keys.

Making it back to Wolfram & Hart , around nine o'clock, deciding to get some food , for after you got your keys and got home finally. The security man, Dean, had let you , well no he had was turned doing something and you slipped in, the rest of the firm was dark , everyone had left, or that's what you had thought.

Opening your office door, with your key, why you had it separated from your house key , you don't know , but it was lucky you had one set otherwise someone could've went through your stuff. Well there wasn't much really interesting, ancient books and such. Rushing to your desk in the dark searching everywhere , under your desk, in the draws, the floor.

Finally finding them down the side of the sofa , which you were sat at with Spike, watching Lost boys. When the door swings open , you are quickly grabbed by the foreman's and are shoved against the wall."what are doing here?" The mans voice, aggressive, yet you know who it belonged to, Spike. No very difficult to figure out as you spent at least an hour with him , five times a week, for months.

"Uh, I just left my keys." Spikes grip had loosened on your arms slightly. " Y/n?" Pushing him off of you,"yes, yes it's me , thanks for attacking me, " It was pitch black in your office , only the light from the moon , now on your face , part of it anyways.

"Well, Bloody hell, love you shouldn't be in an evil law firm by your lonesome , especially at night."

"What you are going to eat me now?" Spike wasn't even a foot away; if he was a live you'd feel his breath on your face. Instead the cold air surrounded you, Spikes arm above your head closing you in, only being able to look at his face , an outline of it. "Oh, you'd just love that, wouldn't you,pet?" You had scoffed lightly at him.

"Shut up, my foods getting cold , and I don't like it in here." Ducking under Spikes arm, grabbing your food and key, before making your way out your office and the building. Spike following you ,but the security guard was gone and the door was locked , no way out.

"Well isn't that bloody brilliant."

"There's no way we are getting out of here , till morning ,"

"Can't we call someone?"

"I don't know , do you have anyone's number?" That was it , you both had headed back to your office , found some candle, since the electricity had been turned off, at on the floor with your food. You weren't sure why he decided to stay with you , maybe it was just that you had food.

Your back against the sofa , as you both ate , you were in no doubt that you were talking tomorrow off. You knew you or Spike was going to have to sleep on the sofa, ah yes perfect, back pains. "Why were you here so late anyways?" After finishing your mouthful of food, why Spike would want to lurk here at night , that was unknown.

"Just snooping through Angels stuff, then I heard you, so."

"Ah, of course." Smirking at you , leaning back his palms behind him, sideways on from you, uh , you're not Ryan Reynolds? Actual um, sorry but you're hotter. Your food all gone , except the small amount of drink left.

"Honestly this couldn't be a better day, my keys fell down the side of the sofa , and I didn't realise until I went home. Then this happened , and now we are stuck here, when I could be at home, sleeping."

"It's not so bad, you could've been stuck here with Angel, love."

" You really don't like Angel, I'm not surprised he makes small problems seem unsolvable. Yet within a couple of hours , all is fine. Actually that sounds a lot like me, over thinking everything. But yeah Angels is a bit of an arse."

Spike only smirking at you, in return.

Glancing at your watch , 12:03 , you were only lucky that Spike was able to pick the lock on the toilets. Otherwise you don't know what you would've done, ah yes, peeing yourself in front a rather good looking , dead man. Leaving your office to go pee again , before returning rubbing your eyes as you walked through the door.

"Are you going to get some sleep, love?" Spike had cleaned up all the rubbish, throwing it all away, you wouldn't expect that from dead guy, former mummy's boy. "Uh, if the sofa wasn't built like a rock, yes , but since that's the case no." Settling back onto the floor, careful not to catch on fire, as you crossed passed some of candles.

Instead of Spike replying yet , he had stood up and made his way to the sofa , plopping himself onto it, with poof. "You got to be joking love , you clearly never have lived in a crypt." W h at was it wish vampires living in crypts , or complaining that their huge cold dick will spilt a human in half. Turning to face the sofa, not being able to see Spike, letting out a dry laugh.

"Yeah that doesn't convince me, are you just so old that you don't remember that every day at lunch that I sit on that sofa with you?" Spike had sat up to look at you with a glare ,yet again scoffing. "Well then , Pet, how about you come lay on me, I'm very comfortable."

Without thought you had gotten up , and thrown yourself onto Spike, both groaning as your back slammed into Spikes chest. He was lucky really that your butt bone , not tail bone, the top of your leg one, didn't smash into his parts. Instead he had wrapped around you so you were stuck in place. "I see what you are doing."

"And what is that?"

"I body slammed you, now you're cuddling with me? Mental , you're an ice cube, yeahh sureeee so comfortable, I love being engulfed by Vanilla ice." Not that he looked much like Vanilla ice but it's a little funny, not really but.

"Hey, I won't stand to be your cushion , with your bullying."

"Didn't you kill hundreds of people? And you get defensive when I call you Robert van Wrinkle?" Turning your head to look up to Spike who was looking down on you, shuffling so that you were laying next to the sofa back and on Spike with your hand on his chest.

"Love,I'll eat you, try sleep." This isn't a Loki imagine when he kidnaps you and it turns out he's a vampire , and he gets busy and drinks your blood for a fetish. Spikes arms around your shoulder , eventually falling asleep with your head on his chest.

Everything was fine, until Wesley and the rest of them had came looking for you. As you was supposed to be in a meeting with them in the morning , so was Spike but they were worried for you.

"Couldn't they do that at home?"

"Can I poke them with a stick?"

"Ah yes, poke the mass murdering vampire , very smart ,Gunn. "

No consideration of being quiet, you both had been woken, it wouldn't be that surprising if Spike was pretending to be asleep , to avoid talking to people he didn't like very much except Fred.

Waking up to see a bunch of people just smiling at you at , wasn't the best. "So, Spike what about Buffy?" Sitting up ,before standing up from Spike, must've hurt having a whole body on you all night , maybe it didn't effect him because he has super strength? Spike just turned to sit on the sofa , unimpressed facial expression, hunched.

"Buffy has her own life, I'm not apart of it."

"I-is this all you came her for? To wake us? And taunt? I'm taking the day off ," No uncertainty that you wanted to get home, and shower and eat. You had looked back at Spike who had looked back , standing up. "I'll drive you." Grabbing your bag, before bow in front of Angel for whatever reason. "Thank you so much for locking us in an evil law firm all night. Bye Fred, Wesley, Gunn , Lorne."

"Bye hon." Lorne was always a sweetheart , wishing that every guy was like him, kindest soul and very much cute. Spike and you had left after you had sent Lorne a smile. Walking out with bed hair and day old clothes , not that Spike had offered his arm but you were still holding onto to walk.

Walking past Harmony, she had sent daggers your way, why doesn't she just kidnap Orlando Bloom or something. Gripping onto Spikes arm tighter , walking down the stairs, not falling this time, thankfully. Before you made it to Angels' car park, and got into one of this favourite cars. "Uh, are we supposed to be taking Angels car?"

"What? It's mine, love, what are you going on about?" Opening the the car door at the same time , settling in the seats before slamming the door shut. The windows of the car , made from the same glass that wolfram & Hart was supplied with, since the cars were supplied by wolfram & Hart for Angel, a vampire. That also meant that Spike could drive in the sunlight protected.

"Okay, okay." Once you had made it into your building car park, Spike had walked with you up to your door. Being finally able to unlock your door, with your shopping ,lucky there wasn't any fridge nor freezer items. Turning back to Spike who just stood at your door, grinning slightly.

"T-thank you for staying with me yesterday, and for driving me home." A small blush upon your face, it wasn't unknown to you that you had developed a crush on Spike , how couldn't you? "That's alright ,love." Still stood in front of you, looking into your e/c eyes , you staring into his brightly lit blue ones. He was waiting for you to say or to do something.

Leaning to the side of his face, to press a peck onto his pale toned cheek. Instead of course , he had turned and you ended up pressing your lips , onto his briefly. Pulling away red cheeked , Spike now smirking at you again. "H-hey um, do you want to come and watch Lord of the rings with me?" You weren't sure what you was supposed to say after kissing someone accidentally.

"I would," thus that you held your door open wide, "I invite you into my home."

Therefore, you watched Lord of the rings with a dead man.

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heavymetalchemist · 3 years

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Okay so here's the thing about me and LOTR. I love LOTR, because I read it as a kid. My dad had these old copies from the 70's with ancient art on the covers and I read them when I was like eight years old. It took me time to really like it - I read The Hobbit first, which is much more child-oriented, and I had trouble getting into LOTR because the whole birthday party thing came across as kind of boring to me. I was young and usually if a book didn't hook me right away I gave up.

But I did persist and I was drawn in and there was so much I loved. I loved the conspiracy that Merry, Pippin, and Sam made, how much they had managed to put together about the Ring and Frodo and Bilbo, how they were ready to leave at a moment's notice if Frodo tried to take off without them. How Gandalf had to do research, so much research, because how could Bilbo have found The One Ring, that had been missing for so long? Ludicrous, surely! I loved the way the world felt ancient, that there was the Old Forest with semisentient trees, the relationship with the land, the way the Shire was insulated from the politics of the rest of the world, the old bones of vanished kingdoms.

And I could go on but basically, This Vibe means that I just don't like the Peter Jackson movies. And there's a lot that's good in them! The cast is amazing and the visuals are stunning and yet... it just frustrates me! I don't like the comedic relief of Sam just, like, what, forgetting he got a sword in the mines of Moria so he can hilariously hit an orc with his beloved precious frying pan? Like, it's that kind of thing. That's the level of my irritation. I see something and it breaks my suspension of disbelief. You're telling me that in this universe Boromir literally holds the One Ring in his hand and is like "oh hahaha oops sorry Frodo you dropped this" like WHAT? The ONLY people that have EVER given up the One Ring willingly are Bilbo and Sam! They are the only ones! Even Frodo couldn't do it in the end!

But! But. Dan Olson just made a video about Ralph Bakshi's Lord of the Rings (which I have seen and also remember telling people about and then being told there was no animated adaptation? I guess that's how obscure it became) and it actually really pinned down what I think my main problem is.

Lord of the Rings is slow. It gives time and space to small character interactions. It sinks into the lore and explanations and the ways people feel. It gives character to the world to make it feel full and complex and ancient. There are long lulls in the story where the characters are traveling and suffering and while there is humor it's not really that, like, punchy?

And Ralph Bakshi really leaned into that. And Peter Jackson didn't. And I have realized that the reason I have such an issue with the PJ version is because he made it into an action adventure, and to me, from the feel of the original books, I want it to be a weird meandering 70's era thing that gives space for these characters kind of wandering around in the woods just trying to do their best.

Although full disclosure: I own the Rankin Bass Return of the King on DVD, "Where There's a Whip There's a Way" is 1000% a banger, and I won't apologize for liking it. And again - it's the vibe. I like it because the vibe is right.

I am writing this post because I got a lil into it in some tags and it's my tumblr I do what I want. I remain frustrated with how good the cast and visuals and sets and everything were in the PJ movies, and then they make the mines of Moria look so stupid and have spider-orcs coming out of the ceiling. It kills me! But now I realize I simply do not vibe with the blockbuster-movie adaptation that requires things to be more punchy. It's the same thing as the original Star Wars trilogy (made in the 70s) compared to the newer stuff. It's the vibe, it's the pacing, it's how everything has to pop-pop-pop.

PJ's Minas Morgul looks like it's made from green styrofoam and that's a mistake you can't change my mind.

#I asked my roommate if I should post this and per said yes #lotr #enjoy my unsolicited rant #there are so many stylistic choices I disagree with but #I will literally never get over Boromir going oh hey you dropped this lol #OH HEY YOU DROPPED THE ONE RING OF POWER #AW SHUCKS HERE YOU GO #*internal screaming*#no one ever has to agree with me ever I blame my roommate for all of this

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the-second-tonks · 3 years

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🤳- I know it's supposed to be short, but I got a bit carried away. Hope that's alright and you enjoy!

I would ship you with Boromir from Lord of the rings.

You were the one that saved him from the arrows. Killing the Uruk-hai, before Boromir could be pierced with many arrows. He still got hurt however, but luckily you just had the right medicine for him. You had lived many years in the wild, met lots of different people and gained a lot of knowledge, so you also knew some things about healing. He will always be so thankful, he's in your debt. From the moment you saved him, he just knew that you were the one for him and he started to fall for you hard.

He admires your passion, the way you never give up until you achieve your goals is really admirable. He's a proud man and he's even prouder of you, so of course he would show you off and tell everyone how great you are! He loves how loyal you are to him and he would trust you with anything. I feel like you would be an excellent fighter in the world of Middle Earth and your weapon would be a sword. You're known for your amazing fighting skills.

Now, Boromir wouldn't necessarily believe that women belong on the battle field, not because he thinks they're weak, but he wants to protect them. He would never forgive himself, should anything happen to you and is always ready to defend you, or your honor, if someone out there would ever dare to insult you. But seeing as you saved his life he finally sees your true strengths and never doubts you again.

Boromir is a brave warrior and he's honored to fight alongside with you. He would give up his life for you and loves you more than anything in the world.

He really likes your sense of humor! You never fail to get a laugh out of him and in return he also would tell you a joke. He likes to have fun with you and he also finds great comfort in your presence.

He's a very respectful man and would always accept your boundaries and if you ever need some alone time, or if you don't want to talk about your feelings.

You're very similar to him actually, so there would be some arguments and you would clash at certain times, but it's mostly nothing too serious and Boromir just loves you too much and could never be mad at you for too long.

He finds your interests in tarot and astrology very fascinating. Mostly because he's never heard about it, so he's really intrigued. He also would love to hear more about your homeland and the culture. In return he would tell you tales about his life in Gondor.

His brother Faramir would be so happy for him and you. He loves the relationship you have with his brother and he wishes you all the best. At the same time, he's a bit jealous of Boromir. Over time Faramir has developed a crush on you. He couldn't help himself, you're such a wonderful woman who wouldn't fall for you? But he'd never take you away from his brother and he respects the relationship you two have. In the end Faramir would accept that your heart belongs to Boromir, but you and him would still be great friends.

Oh . My . God .

WHO IS THIS KIND PERSON !!?? I THINK I KNOW YOU BUT Y ARE YOU SO AMAZING 🥰 THANK YOU FOR SHIPPING ME 💝💝💝💝💝💝 SENDING LOADS OF LOVE 💟 AND ALSO , OMG. THANK YOU SO MUCH 💞 ..

you had me smiling throughout the ship 🥰

Thank you for the amazing ship and it was so enjoyable to read this :)

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I’m never letting you go. Never again.

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Anonymous said: Hi! Can i ask for an Aragornx reader one with 1. ? And maybe some fluff at the end? Thanks

I hope this is what you wanted, Anon. If not, I’m more than happy to rewrite it. I hope you have a good day/night. 😁

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Aragorn x reader using Prompt number 1: You’re okay, you’re safe now.

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“Aragorn! There’s too many!” You shouted, striking down another Uruk with your sword.

You were the only child of Gandalf the Gray. You traveled to Rivendell with Prince Legolas Greenleaf, for your father had left you in the Elves’ care while he went to visit Bilbo Baggins in the Shire. You had wanted to come, but your Father said that he felt something was about to happen and you would be safer within the boarders of Mirkwood.

When you arrived in Rivendell, you met Legolas’ best friend and the future King of Gondor, Aragorn, son of Arathorn. For you, it was love at first sight. But you saw the way he looked at Lord Elrond’s daughter, Lady Arwen. You thought you wouldn’t have a chance with him.

When your father fell to his death in Moria, Aragorn was the first to comfort you. You cried into his chest.

“Dry your tears, [Y/N]. I share your pain, we must reach the border of Lothlorien before night fall.” He said. Sniffing and drying your tears, you nodded.

When you reached Lothlorien, you tried to hold your tears back when Lady Galadriel said that the quest was close to failing. After the audience with the Lady, you and your weary and grief stricken company went to sleep. As you lay down, the laiment for your Father began. As tears came again, you felt a body lay down next to you. An arm draped over your waist and gently pulled you close. That’s when you heard his voice.

“Rest, [Y/N]. No matter what happens, I promise I will keep you safe.” Aragorn said. The feelings you had tried to burry deep within yourself sprang forward. You rolled over and buried your face into his chest, allowing the gentle beating of his heart to lull you to sleep.

The night on the shores, you stood watch over the company, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As footsteps approached you, you reached for your sword.

“Stay your blade. I am a friend.” The familiar voice said. You sighed in relief and relaxed.

“I apologize. I guess I’m on edge.” You said. Aragorn stopped at your side.

“No apologies needed. We all are after what has occurred,” he said. You smiled and chuckled slightly. “[Y/N], I must confess something.” You looked at Aragorn. “Ever since I saw you at Rivendell, I have fallen in love with you.” You gasped lightly at his confession. You really hadn’t expected that. “I understand if you do not share the same feelings,” he was cut off when you placed your lips upon his. And thus, started a beautiful relationship.

Now, here you were at Amon Hen. Fighting hordes of Uruk Hai. You struck down another and another.

“Aragorn, there’s too many!” You shouted, striking down another Uruk with your sword. Holding out the palm of your hand, you blasted energy at another. Suddenly, the Horn of Gondor sounded. Your eyes widened.

“The Horn of Gondor!” Legolas shouted.

“Boromir! [Y/N], go help. We’ll keep them occupied here!” He shouted. You nodded. You surprised your lover by grabbing the back of his head and pressing your lips against his.

“I love you.” You said before taking off.

When you got to Boromir, you saw the first arrow fly towards his chest. //I’m so sorry!// You stopped in your tracks.

“Boromir!” You shouted. The Uruks turned their attention to you. Before you could rush to his side, your were picked up along with Merry and Pippin.

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You were dropped onto the ground along with Merry and Pippin. Your hands were bound. You looked at the two.

“Merry, Pippin, no matter what happens, stay close to me.” You whispered. The Hobbits nodded.

“I’m starvin’! We haven’t had nothin’ but maggoty bread for three stinkin’ days!” An Uruk complained.

“Yeah. Why can’t we have some meat?” An Orc named Snaga agreed. His eyes fell onto the Hobbits. “What ‘bout them? They look fresh.” Snaga said. You got up and stood in front of the Hobbits. Ugluk pushed the Orc aside.

“They are not for eating! They have something. An Elvish weapon. The Master wants it for the war.” It suddenly dawned on you. They thought Merry and Pippin had the ring.

“They think we have the ring?” Pippin asked. Merry glared at him.

“Shh! Once they find out we don’t we’re dead!” He said.

“Wot ‘bout the ‘uman? They look yummy.” Another Orc said. Ugluk glared at the Orc.

“They aren’t any normal human! They are the child of Gandalf Greyhame. The Master wants to personally take care of them.” Ugluk said. In that moment, you knew that “take care of” meant kill. All of the sudden, shouts of men and neighing of horses rang through the Uruk camp. You and the Hobbits got you bonds untied. One of the horses raced through, separating you from the Halflings. Exhaustion caught up with you and you collapsed. The last thing you saw before you passed out, was a man.

Pain shot through your leg, causing you to gasp and jerk awake. Gentle, yet calloused hands cupped your cheeks.

“[Y/N], [Y/N], you’re okay, you’re safe now.” You knew that voice. Your vision cleared and you saw the person you thought you would never see again. Tears built in your eyes.

“Aragorn.” You whispered. Aragorn smiled and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re alive, my love.” He said. “I’m never letting you go. Never again.” He vowed. You knew that you would be in good hands from now on.

//I apologize if this sucked. I really tried my best. If you don’t like it, Anon, let me know and I am more than happy to rewrite it for you.//

#Aragorn #aragorn x reader #lord of the rings #requested

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guardianofrivendell · 4 years

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PERFECT SECRETS - CHAPTER 3

Legolas x OC

Requested: Nope

Summary: Mira. A short and unusual name for a short and unusual Elf. After an audience with Galadriel goes sideways, she leaves her birthplace Lóthlorien and the Elves for good. That is until a certain Gandalf asks for a favor. Come along on her journey, as she reluctantly agrees to accompany Gandalf on the quest to destroy the One Ring. She befriends every Fellowship member, except one. Legolas and Mira are water and fire from the very first moment they laid eyes on each other. Will this be an obstacle during the quest or is it going to make everything just a little more interesting?

Warnings: None, just men being men.

Masterlist Perfect Secrets

THE COUNCIL OF ELROND

While Gandalf and Mira climbed the stairs, she asked him why he had summoned her. Gandalf wouldn’t say, only telling her to be patient and that everything would be cleared up at the ‘Council of Elrond’.

When the pair reached the top of the stairs, they were welcomed by Lord Elrond.

The Council hadn’t begun yet, and Mira was a bit surprised to see more people than she expected to be at a secret meeting. A delegation of Elves, Dwarves, Men and one small Hobbit were seated in a circle, around a rock with a flattened surface.

They were looking towards her and Gandalf. She could hear them mutter amongst themselves asking who the hooded lady was. She smirked confidently. Let them guess, she thought. They’ll never know.

Elrond gestured to take a seat in the two remaining empty chairs, one next to the Hobbit and one between Legolas and the other Elves. Did Elrond suspect something?

Mira looked back at him, but he had already turned around to take a stand at the head of the circle. Gandalf took the seat next to the Halfling, whispering a few words into his ear. She hesitated for a few seconds, before walking around the outside of the circle to the wall of the building, feeling the eyes of everyone piercing her back. She turned around and leaned with her back against the wall, arms crossed, one foot over the other.

It was her way to say she didn’t belong to the Elves nor Men, keeping the mystery alive. Plus she preferred to be in the background anyways. Gandalf nodded at Elrond, signaling that the Council could begin.

“Strangers from distant lands, friends and old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it, you will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to its fate; this one doom. Bring forth the ring, Frodo,” Elrond asked the small Hobbit. Frodo stood up and carefully placed a small golden ring on the centered rock.

“So it’s true,” one of the Men gasped, his eyes fixed on the ring. “In a dream, I saw the Eastern sky grow dark. But in the West a pale light lingered. A voice was crying: your doom is near at hand. Isildur’s Bane is found.” He was on his feet now, and got dangerously close to the ring.

“Boromir!” Elrond warned him. He sat down at once.

“Frodo, will you tell us how this ring came to you and the troubles you have faced already?” Gandalf asked the Hobbit. Everyone listened to his story, how he inherited the ring from Bilbo, that he had encountered Black Riders, fought against them and got stabbed by a Morgul Blade in the process.

Mira had listened to him intently. It was remarkable how such a small being had endured so much in so little time, there was no doubt this was the One Ring. Hobbits never cease to amaze her.

The sky turned dark and ominous. Gandalf’s voice became deeper, there was a strange echo when he spoke. The moment he spoke the first words, Mira got a splitting headache.

“Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul” (One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them)

Mira shook her head, trying to get rid of the headache. She didn’t want anyone to notice something was wrong, but she recognized the pained expressions from the other Elves. She was not the only one who felt it.

As soon as Gandalf finished, the sky cleared and so did the headache.

Lord Elrond gasped, definitely not happy with Gandalf’s actions.

“Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris!”

“I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West! The Ring is altogether evil!”

Well, he does have a point there, Mira thought to herself. Gandalf had been right, they were on the verge of war. If they had the One Ring, Sauron would do anything to get it back.

“It is a gift. A gift from the foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of my people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!” Boromir demanded.

“You cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master,” the ranger answered him.

“And what would a ranger know of this matter?” Boromir sneered back.

At this point, Legolas stood up from his chair.

“This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.”

“This is Isildur’s heir?” Boromir asked, just as Mira thought the exact same thing.

“And heir to the throne of Gondor,” Legolas countered confidently.

Mira would say it was more arrogant than confident but maybe she was a bit biased.

“Havo dad, Legolas,” Aragorn said to him, trying to calm him down. (Sit down) Legolas obeyed, but kept a stern look on Boromir. Mira could tell the tension was building. It wouldn’t take much before they’d start killing each other. She hadn’t missed the angry glances between the Elves and Dwarves.

“Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king,” Boromir muttered angrily before taking a seat again. His attitude was starting to get on Mira’s nerves. What was it with men and their pride, always wanting to have the last word?

“Aragorn is right. We cannot use it,” Elrond intervened, trying to clear the tension. “You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” One of the Dwarves jumped out of his seat and tried to destroy the Ring, shattering his axe in the process.

Mira chuckled, noticing the stunned expression of the Dwarf upon seeing his ruined axe. She liked this one, he was straightforward and didn’t hesitate.

“The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloín, by any craft that we here possess,” Elrond said to him. “The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm of whence it came. One of you must do this.”

He looked around the circle, but there was no reaction.

Boromir sighed heavily. “One does not simply walk into Mordor.”

He continued warning everyone about the dangers Mordor held for anyone who dared to cross the Black Gates. Legolas interrupted him, clearly fed up with the man of Gondor.

“Have you heard nothing of what Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!”

“Well yes, Elf Boy, we all heard that,” Mira muttered silently, rolling her eyes. She knew he would be the only one to hear it. Legolas’ head snapped in her direction, his eyes shooting daggers at her. Before he could say something, Gimli interrupted.

“And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it?” he shouted angrily at Legolas. “I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an Elf!”

Mira had to admit that was taking it a bit too far. She might be hiding the fact that she was an Elf, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t proud of being one. The others took this as their cue to start arguing. Even Gandalf and Elrond took part in the fight, which surprised her. She had taken a few steps away from the wall, so she was ready to intervene if necessary.

The only one who wasn’t participating was Frodo, he was still in his chair seemingly deep in thought. Mira also stayed out of the argument, and kept an eye on everyone in the room.

All of a sudden Frodo’s eyes focused again and he said, “I will take it!”

Nobody except Gandalf and Mira had heard him. Gandalf closed his eyes in defeat, clearly not happy with the Hobbit’s suggestion.

“I will take the Ring to Mordor,” Frodo repeated, finally getting everyone’s attention. His expression changed once he noticed everyone staring at him, almost looking shy. “Though I do not know the way.”

Gandalf kneeled in front of him, placing his hand on his shoulder.

“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear.”

Frodo looked very grateful. He should be, Mira thought, it was a very dangerous task and he should accept all the help he could get. She did think it was very brave of him to volunteer. Stupid too. But brave nonetheless.

In the next few minutes, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Boromir had offered their help as well. Mira couldn’t help but notice Legolas’ smirk when he looked at her. Was he challenging her?

“Oi! Mister Frodo is not going anywhere without me!” Another Hobbit was coming out of the bushes, rushing towards the group.

Elrond looked sternly at him, but Mira could see a hint of a smile.

“No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.”

Mira crossed her arms again, and leaned back against the wall behind her. The group standing before Elrond was a sight to behold. Wizards, Men, Elves, Dwarves and Hobbits, every race was represented. Who would have thought this to be possible?

“Seven companions-”, Elrond started but was interrupted by yet another pair of Hobbits who came running from behind the pillars in the back.

“Wait! We are coming too!” They rushed to Frodo’s side. Mira smiled, she was certain these Hobbits would give Gandalf a hard, but interesting time during their quest.

“You’d have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!” one of them said proudly, crossing his arms.

The blond Hobbit wanted to say something smart too, and added, “Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest… thing.”

“Well, that rules you out, Pip,” his friend was quick to answer. Mira snorted.

Elrond opened his arms. “Nine companions-”

“Lord Elrond, if you please,” Gandalf interrupted him. Mira half expected Elrond to drop his arms at his side and just give up speaking altogether, but his expression didn’t even falter. Impressive.

“I do believe there is someone else who would be wise to join us,” Gandalf spoke, looking directly at Mira.

Mira’s eyes widened. No, he wouldn’t, would he? She even looked behind her, forgetting she was leaning against a wall, to check if there was a chance he didn’t mean her.

“Mira, my dear. Don’t keep us waiting,” he said warmly.

She froze, frantically trying to think of an excuse, any excuse not to join them.

“A woman?” Boromir laughed. “You can’t be serious! Does she even know how to fight?”

That comment made something stir within her. Wasn’t it enough that Legolas had been acting like he did towards her, and now another man had to doubt her skills?

In less than a split second she had drawn her two knives from her boots and threw them towards Boromir, effectively pinning his cape to the railing of the balcony behind him, without even scratching Legolas and the Hobbits, who were all standing in very close proximity. It did not only show her skills with a knife, but her strength as well since the railing was made out of stone.

“I can assure you, Boromir, that Mira knows exactly how to defend herself. Best not to get on her bad side,” Gandalf chuckled. Mira stepped towards Boromir and pulled her knives out of the railing, keeping her eyes fixed on Legolas’ the whole time, as if to say “Did you see that?”.

Elrond cleared his throat, opening his arms for the third time. Before he started, he looked at Gandalf, who nodded at him.

“Ten companions… so be it! You shall be known as the Fellowship of the Ring!”

A/N: I have a taglist now! Send me an ask if you want to be added!

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spideyanakin · 3 years

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The World Isn’t Quiet Anymore - Part 3; The Ring

Peter Parker x Elf! Reader Lord Of The Rings Au

Chapter 1 - The Fellowship of The Ring

Part 3 ~ The Ring

Series Masterlist 🍒

Normal Masterlist 🧚🏻‍♀️

A few hours later and you were walking through the Caradhras. Its high peaks were covered by a bedding of snow. The whole fellowship falling quiet as you all walked admiring the blue skies that made the snow sparkle.

You were about to send a snowball on Legolas when Frodo slipped and fell at your feet. You bent down to try and help him up, Gandalf joining you. His ring had slipped out of his hand and onto the snow, catching the attention of Boromir.

The man grabbed the ring that was on the floor and admired it with all its mesmerizing beauty.

"How can such a small thing hold so much power?" He stared at it losing himself in its golden appearance.

"Boromir," Aragorn said as he saw Boromir get lost in its power. "Give the ring to Frodo." He shot daggers at him with his eyes, holding on tight to his sword in case he had to do the unthinkable to get it back.

Boromir stared at Frodo and slowly walked to him, your eyes glued onto the scene. He handed him the ring before a large almost insane smile danced across his lips his hand coming up to ruffle his hair. You shared a look with Legolas who was just as concerned as you before taking your eyes back to the road ready to continue your journey.

Before you knew it you were walking in the harsh snow. You and Legolas perfectly balancing on top of it, your delicate and weightless bodies being as agile as the wind.

"you alright?" You asked Peter as you saw his nose and ears slowly turn red because of the cold.

"Yeah." He nodded shivering as he answered.

You gave him a small smile before handing him your hand. He questioned your action before relentlessly grabbing it.

You stepped a little closer before grabbing his hand with both your hands a strike of heat coming up his body.

He stopped shivering and the ice that had formed on his eyelashed melted away. He looked at you with an aw struck dopey smile and gave you a grateful nod that you returned.

"Elves don't get cold, but they can warm up others." You winked at him before suddenly turning your head around when you heard a sudden voice come from the distance.

Everyone's words were all a blur when you spotted lightning striking the top of the mountain sending an avalanche into the fellowship.

You all rolled down the cliff thanking the snow for easing the fall.

You popped your head out of the snow and sudden panic hit you when you saw no one. Legolas popped out of the ground like a daisy and looked around in concern. You did the same as you saw the others pop out the snow too.

You took your time to look around and let out a sigh of relief as Peter finally got out, taking a large breath of air as he thanked the heavens for being alive.

"Are you ok?" You asked and he nodded, earning a look from Legolas as to why you were taking such interest in a human.

"Be careful!" You chuckled as Peter tripped onto a rock leading to the mines of Moria. He gave you a grateful smile as you held him up and continued your walk next to him.

"Thank you." He chuckled his cheeks painted with red as he made contact with you.

"Don't worry about it." You replied and gave him a warm smile that made his heart skip a beat.

"What are you playing at?" Legolas asked you in elvish as you walked a little forward towards the mines.

"What?" You asked not realizing the large smile you were wearing.

"The human." He pointed to behind him, where Peter was mindlessly looking at the trees.

"What do you mean?" You wondered your elvish words slipping out of your mouth like an ocean of glittering words.

"That you like him."

"I don't!" You defended but Legolas smirked in disbelief.

"Be careful Y/n, he's a human," Legolas added in concern as he jumped from a rock to another. "You know what you're getting yourself into." The elvish words felt easier on Legolas's tongue than the English he had to bear.

"I never said I did!" You screamed back in English earning concerned looks from everyone in the fellowship and a smirk forming on Aragorn's lips.

"I don't want to lose you, cousin, you know how much you mean to me," Legolas replied turning back to Elvish and you grabbed a small rock that you threw at him, not speaking another word.

The next thing you remember was walking through the mines of Moria and Pippin accidentally tripping on armor making a wave of goblins wake up and charge.

You were running trying to survive, shooting arrows here and there, desperate to keep the lives of everyone making the journey with you.

You screamed as you watched Peter get swarmed by a few orcs, killing them and helping him on the way.

and before you even knew it, like images flashing through your eyes; Gandalf fell into the depths of the caves and the fellowship was walking towards Mordor again.

Not really knowing what to do anymore, you all flopped on the ground of a safe area with a pleasant view, resting as the day became dreaded. You sat down by the fire, losing yourself in the beauty of the flames as you felt the tears spill from your eyes at the loss of Gandalf.

"Here." Legolas handed you a few pieces of Lambas that you took not even feeling hungry enough to take it.

"Frodo?" You asked out of the blue.

"Yes?" He asked back.

"Your very brave you know..." You continued still staring at the flames, the events of the day still fresh in your mind.

"Thank you." He replied and nodded, confidence flowing in him as a beautiful creature such as you would compliment him.

You made eye contact with Peter from across the fire, sharing a small unsure smile.

"The fire is dying down," Sam said while pushing some potatoes in his pan.

"I'll get more wood." Peter stepped up, his soft voice ringing in your pointy ears.

"No, I'll go don't worry." You stood up and pushed the dust from the ground out of your lap and hands, Legolas eyeing you suspiciously.

"More hands! More wood!" Gimli almost screamed, the rage of his grief still filling the air.

You nodded without a word as if you did say a word you were scared it would break like porcelain and shatter into tears. Legolas didn't comment but shot daggers with his eyes at Gimli, not liking the fact that you and the human had a new opportunity of getting close.

You silently walked down the small hill you had taken refuge, Peter following. You dodged the trees going down, landing perfectly onto flat ground. Peter's pace was slower, as he carefully used the trees to not slip on the stiff land.

You waited for him at the bottom, watching his every move.

"What?" He asked as he felt your stare on him, his soft tone soothing the fatigue of the voyage.

"Nothing." You smiled as he walked towards you. "Just watching how humans climb down." You breathed as you fixed your sword on your hip. "I find it fascinating." You shyly smiled.

"Well, your fascinating." Peter's word slipped out his mouth like wet soap, sending a light blush to your cheeks. "I- I mean- elves are- um- Fascinating." He stuttered catching himself in his words. "I'd never met elves before..."

"Well, now your friends with one." You smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder, you and Peter feeling a firework of tingles flow into your bodies.

"I-" You wanted to speak but the words got stolen from your throat, and you ended up wordless instead, suddenly feeling your throat going dry.

You felt as though you forgot how to blink, your speechlessness not helping your case. Both of you had stayed there, getting lost in each other's eyes as the owls and wildlife were the only noise that echoed from the forest.

You shut your eyes as you felt like you were going to end up kissing him, the air getting too much to take in as the air got caught in your lungs.

"Wood... We got to get wood." You chuckled and slipped your hand away from Peter's shoulder, it passing by his arm before returning to your side. You turned around to face the ocean of trees and fallen branches, scanning around for dry ones, worthy of bringing back to camp.

As your mind thought of Peter, you lost track of your feet and tripped onto a large root, Peter catching you as you did.

"Aren't elves supposed to be like? Agile?" He chuckled and you playfully slapped his arm.

"Not when someone makes them lose balance." You couldn't help the words slip out as Peter helped you bring balance back to your feet. You removed your dagger from your boot and chopped a large fallen branch into two.

"Take those." You handed Peter the two large logs, thanking the fallen night so he couldn't see the blush that had made its way to your cheeks, Peter thinking the same.

He held the logs as you dropped a few more small ones on top, Peter shifting his grip on it.

You grabbed some wood yourself and started making your way back to camp.

"We're passing through Lothlorien." You broke the silence. "It's elven grounds. You'll meet more elves there." You chuckled.

"Oh really!?"

"Yeah." You smiled "You know the leader of the council. Elrond?" You asked and watched Peter as he nodded. "Well, his mother rules these parts."

"Oh, that's amazing." He replied feeling even more amazed by the elven culture than before. Happiness settled at the bottom of his stomach slowly eating up the grief from past events.

"I could teach you everything about us if you'd like." You smiled, Peter's cheeks burning at your words.

"I would love to." He smiled his face being now as red as Sauron's eye.

"Then I will." You straightened up as you took the last big step towards the camp, finally seeing what was left of the small fire dancing in the middle of the camp lighting the way.

"We got wood!" Peter exclaimed as you got near the group.

"Amazing." Sam smiled as he took the wood from your arms, his positiveness making you smile.

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