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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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In all of Gondor, everyone knew the Steward’s firstborn refused to take a wife. This led him to get questioned often, he was only getting older, he needed an heir, he can’t do that without a wife. What if Faramir suddenly died without any kids of his own? That will lead to a messy succession crisis in Gondor.

But he cared not. He won’t ever take a wife he did not love, that would do a disservice for both him and his wife. His heart still belonged to a past love, who had died long ago. He should’ve moved on by now and found someone else, that’s what everyone would tell him, yet he refused to do so.

Had life not been so cruel to him, had everything gone well as he wanted it to be, in a perfect world where you are still alive, he would’ve taken you as his wife in a heartbeat. Too bad you left so soon, right before he was going to ask you to be his wife.

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A/N: I wanted to make a one shot based out of this, but I did not have the inspiration to do so. Also, I can’t remember who made this gif, if it is you, or you know, please let me know so I can give credit. Sorry for the lack of a header, I don’t have the app where I add text so it’s just going to be like this for now until I reinstall it.

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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It's true though, your writing IS always in character.

Just reading this brought a smile to my face and instantly made my day, I swear I’m not lying about that.

I’m very touched, but I think you’re being way too kind, mystery anon 😭❤️️ 

It’s difficult to stay in character, especially since I only started writing a few months ago. Getting asks/comments like these only motivate me to keep doing more research to ensure I stay in character.

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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brucestephenbucky:

x-rainflame-x:

houseofmcallister:

drnucleus:

Favorite thing about being a fic writer is the comments. No seriously unless you’re a fic writer you don’t understand the level of kindness and almost heroin-esque level high writers get from getting thoughtful feedback from loyal readers. It’s fantastic.

Someone once told me that the characters felt in character and I almost started crying.

There is no drug on this earth that competes with comments.

^^^ this right here

Nothing feels better than being told you captured the character you wrote about perfectly. I have been told that once, and I remember smiling like an idiot. Even sending me anonymous asks telling me you like my stuff makes me feel better about how I view my stuff, I got one not long ago after posting an Aragorn fic and it was amazing because I was proud of that fic.

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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Bilbo began pondering, what will happen to his house? Gandalf, or any of the dwarves in that matter, never told him how long this quest will take.

But if he was gone for too long, there was a high chance his home will either get auctioned off or immediately given to the Sackville-Bagginses, his worst nightmare.

Then he thought of you. You were the only person in Hobbiton to treat him with genuine kindness. Not the fake kindness everyone else uses in an attempt for Bilbo to be generous with them.

You were trustworthy, he knew giving you access and ownership to his home won’t lead to a disaster. Even if he dies during the journey, he will die knowing his beloved home is given to a beloved friend.

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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Hi friend! I haven’t spoken to you in a while, I disappeared for a few days with my ask box and submissions off haha. Anyway, who in the fellowship do you think would be the best at dealing with a hotheaded S/O? As I am one myself, I think you know that since that was my first request to you ☺️

Hey!! Glad to hear from you again friend! 😊

Yes well…

I think in the actual fellowship: Aragorn, Gimli, and Frodo (Maybe Legolas & Sam)

In LOTR in general: Aragorn, Gimli, Frodo, Bilbo, Éomer, Faramir

Because most of them could be the calmer half and emotionally handle their s/o when they goes off giving them space or knowing what to stay.

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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Well, you can call me Lud (a really short version of my name, haha). My favorite members of the fellowship are Aragorn and Legolas. Can't pick just one, I love both equally. They were my first big character crush and they still are one of the biggest [honestly, i don't love many characters. It's them and Robb Stark and maybe Rio and Lucifer but that's the end of the list]. My least favorite? I've never thought of that, like I said I'm not a person who loves every character so the rest is ok.

Well hello there, Lud. We are friends now.

I had a lot of childhood crushes. I remember crushing hard on Anakin Skywalker, and with my poor listening skills in English many years ago, I had a hard time figuring out everything he did wrong.

I don’t love every character as well, but I like all the Fellowship members to a degree. You don’t see me posting often for Faramir, Eomer, Eowyn, etc. Notice it’s always either Aragorn and Boromir.

See I once crushed hard on Legolas. But that was before I began getting into the series. Once I got familiar, I was disappointed in how little he did, and that had a factor in my crush on him quickly fading. It sounds harsh, but I learned something new, I’m not into characters that barely do shit.

He quickly dropped down in my list for barely doing anything. I still like him, I don’t dislike him, but there’s also something about him that bugs me and I can’t tell what it is. Nonetheless, he’s a cool character, in his own way. He just doesn’t have enough personality for me to even care about him.

Maybe his lack of personality is why I love Aragorn and Boromir now. Both of them have intriguing arcs.

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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A question, if Legolas is your 2nd least favorite member of the fellowship... Who is the first??

Sam  

No hate to him, I respect him, I like him, I definitely agree with him about Gollum though, not as extreme because I get merciful over time, but I’m not as into him compared to other characters.

I can’t tell if I show my love for Frodo as often as I do for Aragorn and Boromir, but I love Frodo. Frodo is my second favorite, he’s actually above Boromir in my list, which is pretty odd since I rarely ever post about him. 

What about you? I wanna get to know you more. I don’t even know your (nick)name. I’m KC. 

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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Send something in my ask

Confess, rant, say hello, spill secrets anything. I’m hella bored and want to interact. My ask box is open so spam me.

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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Stupid post that you can scroll past

I had to write an essay about the theme of a story of our choice, so of course this bitch wrote for Lord of the Rings, how power corrupts

We had to be detailed about why power corrupts so we had to choose three events, and one of the events I chose was Boromir succumbing to the Ring.

Guess who tried their best to refrain from being bias and turn the essay into a Boromir Defense Squad™ essay, yet almost did so anyway?

Me.

That being said, if you are anti Boromir, or bash Boromir in your fics, get the fuck out of my blog, I’m not the nicest person and I’m not afraid to be harsh.

You don’t have to like him of course, I respect and fully understand why you wouldn’t. You can even tell me he’s your least favorite character, I won’t get mad, because I’ll tell you Legolas is my 2nd least favorite Fellowship member.

Just don’t be an asshole to him.

Sorry for the stupid post, I’m just too tired and I want to talk about this to someone.

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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aragornswife:

lotrfics:

streets-in-paradise:

yerevasunclair:

Sean Bean SPAM PART 2: Even as Zeus, he already radiated the Ned Stark vibes

I haven’t watched GoT yet but i do firmly believe that the most worthy aspect of the percy jackson films is his role as Zeus for a few minutes in the first one. 

@lotrfics Had you watched him as the king of the greek gods? Damn, he was so majestic and hot in that role. 

@streets-in-paradise oh my god I have seen the movie but I didn’t know who Sean Bean was at the time so I only figured out he was Zeus not long ago

I can’t honestly remember how he looks in the movie, but just that gifset 😍 he’s so dreamy 🥰

Now you’ve put me in a Boromood (lol I’ve missed a chance at first, won’t do it again) for the second time. I really want to write for Boromir again, though I’m so busy at the moment writing is impossible for me right now :/

WAIT, WHAT

SEAN BEAN IS ZEUS IN PERCY JACKSON???? I even saw The Lord Of The Rings before I saw Percy Jackson. It seems like I deleted the whole movie because I hate it so much.

he will always radiate Ned Stark vibes

Boromir > Ned Stark gang

I’m most likely the only person in that gang @aragornswife

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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streets-in-paradise:

yerevasunclair:

Sean Bean SPAM PART 2: Even as Zeus, he already radiated the Ned Stark vibes

I haven’t watched GoT yet but i do firmly believe that the most worthy aspect of the percy jackson films is his role as Zeus for a few minutes in the first one. 

@lotrfics Had you watched him as the king of the greek gods? Damn, he was so majestic and hot in that role. 

@streets-in-paradise oh my god I have seen the movie but I didn’t know who Sean Bean was at the time so I only figured out he was Zeus not long ago

I can’t honestly remember how he looks in the movie, but just that gifset 😍 he’s so dreamy 🥰

Now you’ve put me in a Boromood (lol I’ve missed a chance at first, won’t do it again) for the second time. I really want to write for Boromir again, though I’m so busy at the moment writing is impossible for me right now :/

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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The new story is amazing keep up the good work ❤️ you talented bean

Thank you ❤️❤️

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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game-ofthe-company:

You like everyone else had been invited to Bilbo’s birthday party.

Something you had looked forward too, as you loved celebrations mostly for the food and the dancing.

You had been dancing with your friend Rosie when Sam came up and started dancing with her.

As you spun you saw Frodo sitting there smiling. You had decided to get him to dance too.

His smile dropped as he saw you approach.

“No (y/n) not this time!” He exclaimed shaking his head.

“Oh come on Frodo! How can you not want to dance at a party like this?” You asked grabbing his hands.

“I want to enjoy the food.” He answered.

“No you can do that after you dance!” You told him smiling as you tried to pull him up from the bench.

“I danced at the last one!” He reminded you not phased at all by your tugging.

“That’s not good enough Frodo! Now come on! Just one dance!” You where practically whining now and giving him your puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, one dance (y/n).” He replied giving in and standing up.

“Yay!!” You exclaimed happily and dragged him to the dance circle.

The two of you joined the others dancing and though he looked upset he honestly loved dancing with you.

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Hope y’all like it!

So I had took a shift at work tonight so I will work on requested imagines tomorrow

Frodo 🥰❤️🥰❤️

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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Requested: No, but ya gal was hella inspired.

SPOILERS FOR THE SILMARILLION/THE CHILDREN OF HURIN BELOW! ONLY HIT KEEP READING IF YOU EITHER:

  • HAVE READ THE SILMARILLION/THE CHILDREN OF HURIN
  • DO NOT CARE AT ALL AND JUST WANT TO READ THIS

A/N: Reader is HEAVILY based on Turin Turambar, that’s why you have an OP sword and a somewhat tragic past. There are some changes though, Beleg, who was sadly unintentionally killed by Turin, doesn’t exist here. A character based on Nienor doesn’t exist here, so you won’t get involved in incest, don’t worry. Sorry for the lack of originality. 

This is a female reader, I’m really sorry to any male readers out there, but I find that I relate to Turin personality wise, so I just inserted myself in this. Still, anyone can read this if you wish, gender and race is just specified.

This is a favorite of mine, so I hope you feel the same, or at least enjoy reading this. I’ve been having writer’s block for days now.

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Everywhere you went, danger followed.

It was a complete surprise to you when after weeks being in the Fellowship, you still haven’t done any harm to them, intentional or not. If anyone knew who you truly were, then they have certainly heard of your deeds, both great and evil.

During the council, you were the third to join, assuring Frodo he has your sword. The sword you wielded served you well ever since you kept it in your possession. It was a unique sword, not like the others, not even Narsil, which was almost nothing more than an ordinary sword, or in the words of Boromir, a broken blade, if you come to think of it, could compete.

The sword of yours has done amazing and terrible things. It was a black sword that could cut through iron, glowed at the most random times, it really stood out whenever you unsheathed it. It also spoke when needed, which terrified you at first, but you dealt with it, luckily the sword only spoke to you whenever everyone else was asleep or you were alone.

You saw joining the Fellowship as a good chance to possibly redeem yourself and run away from the past. However, after arriving in Lothlorien, Galadriel looked into your eyes and forced you to relive all of your horrible deeds. You had realized you could not ignore your past, no matter how much you desperately wanted to, but you wanted to abandon it, to prove that you are no longer the unbearable impulsive person you once were.

Those memories were what kept you up at night. And if you were able to get some sleep, it was filled with nightmares that only repeated what happened during that fateful day.

One particular night, you refused to sleep, blankly staring down at the glowing black sword of yours. It was not always yours, it once belonged to your brother then it eventually came to you.

It was the same sword that claimed your brother’s life.

Your younger brother that you swore to protect with your own life. Ever since your home was overrun by orcs, your father was captured and killed. Your mother sent you far away from home, promising she would follow, but she never came, that was the last time you had seen her.

As the oldest, and with no one else around, you took it upon yourself to take care of yourselves, putting your brother first, always saving his life and even risking your life when necessary. You defended him from anyone who dared to cross him, to the point that your devotion cost someone’s life.

From a distance, Aragorn stood, keenly watching you. In your stoic expression, he noticed a faint hint of sorrow. Wanting to comfort you, he made his way to you.

“What troubles your mind?” Aragorn sat beside you, interrupting your thoughts, making you glance at him. “You are barely getting any sleep. Something is keeping you up.” He was trying to make sure he wasn’t pressuring you into telling him in case it was personal.

You shook your head at him. “It’s nothing.” But he saw right through you. The slight shaking of your hands that suddenly gripped tightly on your sword, it betrayed you. He correctly deduced that the sword had to do with it, but he wasn’t sure what about it could make you so upset.

“That sword of yours, it is more than just a black sword. It holds malice in it, does it not?” Aragorn asked. All his assumptions were correct. He could rarely be fooled, not even you, the most closed off person in the Fellowship, could hide secrets from him for long.

Maybe letting out all of your feelings and opening up to someone was actually what you needed to do all along. You couldn’t keep everything a secret anymore, you have been desperately wanting to tell someone, but you were afraid of the backlash you would get for everything you have done, that was the last thing you needed at the moment. 

“This sword does have malice in it. It was forged by a Dark Elf long ago. You may or may not believe me, but I am not lying by telling you, this sword speaks to me occasionally.” Much to your relief, you noticed Aragorn was listening word by word.

“This sword was not always black, nor was it always mine. It belonged to my brother once. It was passed down to me when he died.”

Aragorn saw the expression of yours drastically change as you spoke of your brother, and he thought he shouldn’t have brought it up, it was getting personal already. “There is no need to tell me if-”

But you interrupted him. “I know I don’t have to tell you, but I want to. I can’t keep this to myself, I have been shutting everyone out who has been asking me my own past or the history of this sword I now own. And you are the only one that is willing to listen.” Aragorn nodded as you sighed, preparing yourself to confess every evil deed you have brought upon either yourself or others.

“When I was 9 years old, my father had been captured by orcs and tortured to death. We knew instantly, because when we slept that night, all of us had seen what happened in our dreams. I suppose my mother figured out the orcs were making their way to our home, maybe to end our bloodline, as she sent me and my brother away. That was the last time I ever saw her. She told us she would follow us, but she never came.”

“Ever since, I swore to myself to protect my brother from absolutely any harm that could get in our way. He was younger than I am, he couldn’t take care of himself as well back then. It only grew when years passed, I was still as protective of him as I was the day I took on the responsibility to care for him.”

“Little things such as mockery were not tolerated by me. I had a temper then, which I eventually learned to control, but I used to have a difficult time handling it. One day, an elf had compared my brother and I, who were humans, to animals. I saw in the eyes of my brother how hurt he was, in a rage, I threw a glass right at the elf, and injured him. My brother and I left as quickly as we could before the elf could do anything else.”

“The next day, while I was alone in the woods, the elf had attempted to ambush me. But I was faster than he could ever wish to be, and I caught him. My anger from the previous day had not fully diminished, so I thought it would be a great idea to humiliate him by stripping him off of his clothes. I had threatened him, and in embarrassment, he fled, unaware of his senses, he ran all the way to the edge of the cliff, then fell to his death.”

“That was when I began to realize how much of a monster I really was. I ran far away, not letting anyone know where I went, so I was deemed missing by those who knew me. But I had gone to a place filled with orcs, and fell right into a trap. I was ambushed and badly wounded, and bound me to leave me to my death. I had fallen unconscious from my injuries.”

“My brother traveled far to look for me. He’s not ready to lose his sister, his only family left. It took a while, but he did eventually find me. He tried to untie with his own hands, but saw that the orcs tied the ropes too tight, so he used his sword to remove the bounds.”

“Unfortunately, the sword slipped off his hands and cut my flesh. I awoke in an instant, but my vision was poor at that moment, I felt a presence right by me. I thought it was orcs executing me, so in an instant, I grabbed something closest to me, the sword that cut me, then swung at whoever was right in front of me. I heard the figure fall to the floor, so I knew it was dead.”

“I rubbed my eyes after that, then my vision became clear. I looked at the ground trying to see the orc, but to my horror, it was not an orc at all. It was my brother, who was trying to save me, and I murdered him in response. I noticed the sword was feeling weird, so I looked at it only to see it gradually turning black, as its previous owner had just been slain by the sword. I remember crawling over to his body and holding him close to me, mumbling broken apologies, begging him to come back, but all of it was useless. He was dead, nothing could change that.”

“I buried him myself, in a more peaceful place somewhere. I was defenseless, my own sword had broken when I was ambushed by the orcs, so I took my brother’s sword for myself. It was too powerful to be left without an owner. Just owning it reminds me of what I had done, I don’t want to think about it because I carried a heavy guilt, it was my biggest regret, my worst mistake.”

Not bearing to look at the sword, you let go of the sword, allowing it to fall to the floor, making a loud noise that would’ve woke everyone up had they been in the place where you and Aragorn were. You broke down, not caring if anyone else was watching, you were grieving over the death of your brother, which you haven’t done in a long time. You were covering your face with your hand as tears ran down, then you looked down in shame.

Aragorn was stunned. He felt ridiculous because he related to you when it came to hiding from something, but the reasons were different. He was running away from his lineage, trying to ensure he would never have to rule Gondor as the king, something Elrond used to reprimand him for. His relation to Isildur made him very hesitant, he knew very well what his ancestor had done, failing to destroy the One Ring when he got the chance.

But you? You were going through something completely different. You were running away from your past. You were a different person then, you knew very well the Fellowship wouldn’t like you at all if you never tried to change into a better person. You had led someone to their death, and even committed kinslaying.

His own story was absolutely nothing compared to yours. He had never committed anything as terrible as you have, fearing his own bloodline seemed like a joke.

You felt a hand land softly on your shoulder. Slowly, you pulled your hand away and looked up at Aragorn. You were expecting to be judged by him, but instead, you saw his face was full of pity. Your jaw dropped, it was not the reaction you were expecting at all, however, you appreciated it as he was listening to everything and remained calm to the end.

“I do not think you are a monster,” said Aragorn, “you may have done horrible things, but you are genuinely trying to become a better person. That is more than enough, and your attempts are working, you are a different person than you once were, you have changed for the better. But your dark thoughts are what makes you think different.”

“I was horrible then, and I still have the potential to be during this journey,” you said looking away from Aragorn, “I made someone jump off a cliff, and worst of all, I am a kinslayer. I am not called a kinslayer by others for nothing.”

“You are not who you think you are.”

At those words, you turned to look at Aragorn again, who was beginning to speak again. “Your past does not define you. It is a fact that not everyone will take your confession as well as I did, nonetheless I am glad that you chose to open up about this, even if it is just to me only, it is a sign of trust. I will be with you if you need if you wish to tell someone else, and I will even stand up for you if any of our companions belittle you for your past mistakes.”

For the first time in Lothlorien, you smiled. Those words touched you, you were grateful to have Aragorn by your side, and you made sure you were going to do the same, to be there for him whenever he begins to feel insecure about his bloodline, his relation to Isildur, or when he doubts his leadership abilities for becoming a king.

“Thank you, Aragorn. I did not know it until now, but I needed those words of comfort. I thank you again for your compassion.”

In that moment, Aragorn began to realize that if your past does not define you, then his own bloodline definitely doesn’t define him as well. He also realized that he had overlooked the great achievements Isildur accomplished in his lifetime, even if he failed to destroy the One Ring, he was the one who cut Sauron’s fingers off which was enough for Sauron’s defeat in the Second Age.

Then eventually, the unthinkable happened. Aragorn was proud to have the same blood as his ancestor’s run through his veins. 

He was proud to be Isildur’s heir.

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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lotrfics:

I need your help

Please help me decide

You all know how much I absolutely adore both Aragorn and Boromir.

I am in the mood to write a one shot for one of them, however I cannot figure out who to pick.

I won’t reveal the entire plot, but (Y/N) has done some… questionable deeds and feels extremely guilty about it. Someone (Aragorn or Boromir) needs to comfort them. However I cannot pick who.

Personally, I believe Aragorn would be the best comforter of the group if you tell him you did some bad shit in the past.

However that does not stop me from thinking I should write about Boromir comforting the reader instead.

Please do not respond with “whoever you like more” that will not help, I do have a preferred character, but still, don’t say that.

Tell me who would be best in reassuring someone that their past horrible deeds do not define them now, and explain your reasoning so it helps.

I have decided to write for Aragorn. I found he was easier for this kind of plot for the one shot.

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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For your thingy I would say Boromir because he is getting tempted by the ring so he would understand how it is to be guilty about stuff

See this is the problem I’m having.

I thought of Boromir because Galadriel is going to give (Y/N) the memories of what she has done, WHICH I FAILED TO MENTION IN THE LAST POST ugh 😔 And because Boromir himself got his own version of visions form Galadriel, I thought he could sympathize with (Y/N). 

However, the action (Y/N) did in the past is something Boromir cannot relate to, or has done something similar before. Aragorn himself hasn’t as well, but between the two, Aragorn would remain cool throughout the end while you confess to him.

Boromir on the other hand, will most likely get shocked which turns into upset, and will ask why they did it without thinking it. Though, after a few seconds, he’ll calm down and start wondering how to comfort you. 

But Boromir relates having visions sent to you in a forced manner, and Boromir empathizes with the reader. If he finds someone he can relate to, he gives much better advice/words of comfort than Aragorn can who cannot relate at all, not having been given visions by Galadriel or anyone before Lothlorien.

So far, two people chose Aragorn. One was justified, one was chosen from complete bias, so really only one person chose Aragorn with good reasoning. While I write this, you’re the only person that chose Boromir. You justified it so I’m taking it into consideration, though I’m still completely unsure. I’m leaning more towards Aragorn, but idk. 

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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My first Lotr Crush was on Pippin. Something about his voice and the fact that he was (and still is) around my size just kinda drew me to him, I guess. I also kind of want to write a fanfic where Pippin falls in love with his old childhood friend that moved away ages ago, totally inspired by my childhood crush on him, but idk if anyone would read it. :/ And yes, I never liked Smeagol either, btw

Pippin has the most unique voice in LOTR, so I don’t blame you at all there. 

As for the fanfic, if you really want to write it, go for it! You do not need to publish it, you can just write it for your own good and only you can read it.

Assuming you mean a full story with lots of parts when you say “fanfic”, you want to see if anyone would be interested in the plot, publish one part that doesn’t end in a cliffhanger so it counts as a one shot, but also state that you want it to be a series and you were just testing it to see how well it turns out to be.

That’s the best “advice” I can personally offer. I’m not creative enough to start an entire fanfiction, so I just stick with one shots, headcanons, etc. 

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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I need your help

Please help me decide

You all know how much I absolutely adore both Aragorn and Boromir.

I am in the mood to write a one shot for one of them, however I cannot figure out who to pick.

I won’t reveal the entire plot, but (Y/N) has done some… questionable deeds and feels extremely guilty about it. Someone (Aragorn or Boromir) needs to comfort them. However I cannot pick who.

Personally, I believe Aragorn would be the best comforter of the group if you tell him you did some bad shit in the past.

However that does not stop me from thinking I should write about Boromir comforting the reader instead.

Please do not respond with “whoever you like more” that will not help, I do have a preferred character, but still, don’t say that.

Tell me who would be best in reassuring someone that their past horrible deeds do not define them now, and explain your reasoning so it helps.

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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I know there’s someone out there for all of you.

My personal choice is Smeagol/Gollum. I can’t bring myself to like him or go easy on him.

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lotrfics · 10 years ago
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game-ofthe-company:

Night talks (Legolas x f!Elf reader)

Requested by: anon

Request: Elf! female noblewoman from Rivendell reader x Legolas, where they spend time together after the battle of Helm’s deep and Legolas was worried about losing her. they talk about Mirkwood and Legolas mentioning Tharanduil approving of the relationship

Warnings: none

A/n: some stuff is changed but still mostly in line of the request

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You and Legolas had left the celebration after it started. It wasn’t that the two of you didn’t want to join but wanted some alone time away from all the people of Rohan. The two of you had some catching up to do since he had been gone.

The two of you had been together since a little before the fellowship. Being a noble elf of Rivendell you attended most of the meetings and held many responsibilities. You had met Legolas when he went to meet with Elrond. You were there of course not letting your opinions rest as you spoke them willingly. Legolas’ attention found its way to you and during his stay he had many conversations with you when you were not busy. 

Because of your responsibilities you didn’t join the fellowship, but when Elrond sent Haldir and others to Helms Deep you had to join, it was your fight just as much as it was theirs. Noble or not you went and when Legolas found out he looked for you but could not find you until after the battle was over.

The two of you had made your way out of the hall of the kingdom and into the light of the stars. It was more peaceful, the view was clear and perfect for the two of you to talk without interruption.

“I worried during the battle, I feared I would lose you.” Legolas spoke as the two of you walked around outside.

“You know you need not worry I am skilled just as you, plus I could never leave you. Who would you talk to none stop about how amazing I am?” You chuckled lightening The mood.

“True, though I must admit I think almost everyone knows now how amazing you are.” He said thinking back to how much he talked about you to the fellowship.

You could tell there was something else he wanted to speak of, something that you knew would come when he was ready.

“But what did you really want to talk about Legolas? I know there’s something more on your mind you have not spoke of.” You spoke stopping to look at him.

He took a deep breath before turning to you. “You know me too well meleth nin.” He said now taking your hands into his. “Once the ring in destroyed I want you to return with me to Mirkwood.” He told you. “I want you to see my home and meet my ada. Gin melin (y/n) and I am glad to be with you.” He continued.

“But you want King Thranduil’s approval before this continues farther.” You completed the rest of his words.

“This will continue even if he doesn’t.” Legolas informed you placing a hand on your cheek.

“It’s still important to you that he does.” You stated, your eyes searching his for any signs.

“What’s important is that the two of you meet.” He told you. “He wants to meet you.” He added.

He had told Thranduil about you, almost everyone in Mirkwood knew about you. So after hearing so much about the elleth who captured his son’s heart he wanted to meet you.

A small smile appeared on your face. “Then we shall go. Once the ring is destroyed we shall travel to your home, to Mirkwood.” You replied. “You can show me the halls which you speak so much of and I will meet King Thranduil.” You said to him.

A smile spread across his face and a spark of happiness could be seen in his eyes. “You will love it there.” 

“I hope so, I hope it lives up to your stories about it.” You smiled.

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It’s short (ish) but I hope you like it!

Translations:

meleth nin - my love

ada - father

 Gin melin - I love you

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