#Eomer smut

[as-amemory]

I Could Drive You Crazy

Pairing: Éomer x OFC (unnamed)

Summary: She drove him crazy, with her little mannerism specifically crafted to irritate him, to get a rise out of him, for it was then, in that sweet spot before he starts to boil, before his true ire took over, that they find themselves in the heated throws of passion.

Warnings: NSFW, explicit, racism against Dunlendings (if thats a thing? I don't know, I'm new here), unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: less than 2k.

Setting: Aldburg, Rohan - some years before the War of the Ring.

Notes: This is the result of me ovulating and having no outlet as well as a song-bug stuck in my ear: I Could Drive You Crazy by Sierra Ferrell. Basically its a song about being crazy and I thought that might make for an interesting character to pair Éomer with, since apparently I enjoy watching him suffer. I'm not yet ready to name this OFC. I kind of hate her but I want to play with her a few more times and see what mischief she can get up to first before I decide if she needs a permanent residence.

I'm probably going to the small section of hell they specifically reserve for the sickos who deface Tolkien's works with such vulgarity. Enjoy!

Hay Fever threatened to take him fully yet she barged through the door as if he hadn’t complained to her that morning of an oncoming headache. She loved to do that. Ignore his every word and then act surprised when he was upset with her for having to repeat himself. Rare did he share his feelings with others, rarer still that he was forced to repeat himself. Not as Third Marshal of the Mark, Lord of Aldburg. People listened when he spoke. She did not. 

“Feed your dogs, Éomer,” she says, voice full of spite. He hated when she called him by his name so casually. He never particularly cared for the triviality of titles. It matters not to him how he is referred to, as long as he first gave leave to call him by his given name, yet she takes the privilege without even bothering to ask permission.

She eyes the hound dogs sprawled at his feet with contempt. She did not like that he allows the dogs to reside inside the confines of his home. They belong in a kennel, outside. “They look as though they will devour me.” 

This was his home. It would do her well to get used to seeing them laying on the floor. He sits back in his seat appraising her, the judgment seeped deep in her dark eyes. She is of mixed ancestry, there is no doubt of that by looking at her. Carrying enough blood of the Dunlendings to mark her differently. A mark of his resentment towards her. Resentment that blossomed into hate, the sweet fuel to their more rousing escapades. 

“I should let them.” The threat comes out harsher than he intends, the start of a cold restricting any tenderness from escaping his throat. 

Tossing two halves of an uneaten pheasant on the ground the dogs swallow it whole in one bite. He had taken his supper in his room that evening, not in the mood to dally with the residents of Aldburg. Typically the seasonal Hay Fever did not affect him but the heavy spring rains had caused an influx of new weeds to run wild in the fields causing him to feel less than ideal. Currently a pain bloomed behind his eyes and at the base of his throat, leaving him in no state to make friendly conversation. Yet here she is, when he had specifically ordered the Doorward not to let anyone into his rooms. 

She could drive him to insanity with her blatant disrespect of him. He did not know why he kept her around. They had nothing in common and his list of grievances against her was long in number, dating back almost a year prior, growing longer still.

Showing up late to a personal invitation to go riding, acting as though they had never agreed to a time and certainly not a place of meeting. She had once offered to cook him supper to which he almost choked on the bones swimming in the stew. Had ruined a hunting trip, scaring away all the animals with her incessant humming. A tune which was stuck in his head for almost a fortnight. There was no fishing to be had with her, requiring more patience than whatever little she possessed. Yet time, and time again, him found himself tangled in sheets of his bed with her, or roughly pressed against the edge of his desk in the solar, partial to the idea of being caught, or in the hayloft above the stables, straining so deliciously tight around him as she rode - 

He teeth grind at the sight of her, fluttering about his room, touching this and that, moving it slightly away from its original spot as she talks about her day. 

“I found a lovely bolt of cloth that would make a fine dress.” She has picked up the crystal paperweight from his desk, peering at it as if she is speaking to the paperweight and not him. 

So it was money she wanted? He should have known better than to think she was checking on his well being. He lifts his chin, waiting for her to meet his eye. She would have to ask him directly if she desired any coin from him but she continues to pick up random items just to set them down again, completely ignoring him. 

“Come here.” His patience has grown thin. He will not ask her twice yet she looks at him as if he should be the one crawling on his knees to be near her. As if he should hand over his purse just to be allowed the honor of being in the same room as her. 

When he does not concede to her silent petition she nods her head in appreciation to his stubbornness. A sly smile curls on her lips as she approaches him, already lifting her dress to better seat herself on his lap. 

“I don’t know what I ever liked about you,” he says gruffly as she straddles him. Pushing aside her skirts he unties the laces of his trousers. He would have his due of her before this Hay Fever set in fully. 

She laughs mockingly at that. “You love me.” 

“I don’t think I do.” He nips at her lips and she smiles ruefully. Skirt pulled around her waist he is able to easily palm the wet folds of her labia. “You seem to like me,” he draws out, pushing the heel of his palm into her sensitive nub, eliciting a delicate gasp from between pink parted lips. He takes the opening to kiss her fully when she otherwise does not particularly enjoy the intimacy of a long drawn out kiss. She surprises him by matching the energy, eagerly molding her lips against his. Rutting down on his hand and along his ever hardening cock causes a gasp of his own to escape his mouth and into hers. His eyes closed briefly at the contact. They had last laid together only that morning. Was he so fallible to her that he could not even keep from gasping out like an inexperienced adolescent? 

She bites down on his lower lip. Hard, drawing blood. He hisses his resentment through clenched teeth, digging his fingers into her side. He hated when she did that. This she knows. She remembers that particular detail about him, yet could not remember the name of his first horse or his favorite fishing spot. More than anything she loved to know what he hated.

She is trying to get a rise out of him. Make his boil, just a little. The sex was always better for it. 

“Minx,” he growls against her mouth. Taking hold of his cock he spreads the juices of her pleasure along the length, lining himself up with her entrance. Greedily he flicks his hips up into her without warning. She laments her pleasure, loud for all to hear. The Doorward, no doubt, will not be expecting reprimand from him, not when he can so clearly hear the results of his mistake. 

Wiggling against him she tries vainly to adjust to the size difference but he holds her in place, fingers digging into her sides. He wishes that he wasn’t so incorrigible. That he wasn’t so tempted by her teasing. That he could withhold himself from acting out so rashly. Maybe like that of his older cousin, whose poise and sense of propriety had always come with ease. Yet he falls for her time and time again, fucking her exactly as she enjoys. As he enjoys. 

Letting his eyes linger on her undulating body he sets his jaw to keep from baring his teeth at the pressure of her rolling hips. If only she rode horses as good as she did him then she might be worth her weight in the saddle. Yet for all her withering she is shit astride a horse. It was that cursed Dunlending blood, tainting her ability to be anything but subpar.

A whimper escapes her lips, and he smiles cruelly, at least she suffers, same as him. She rides him slow, a painful pace that leaves him groaning. His only respite from her torture is his thumb circling her clit. She might know everything he hated but he knew exactly what her body loved. Specifically how to milk an orgasm out of her that would leave her seeing stars. It starts slow. Small circles to bring her to attention, and then an increase of pressure as blood engorges to the area. Her breathing hitches in her throat. Like the cat that caught the canary, he smiles at the sight of her. A harsh thrust of his hips, he fills her fully causing her pace to falter. The careful placement of his thumb halts, watching the confused look cross her features as her incoming orgasm slips out from under her. 

His name is a growl on her lips, a slight warning. “Éomer.” 

That he could take his name from her lips. 

She knows the game he plays, the same one she taught him all those years ago. His thumb picks up pace with her rolling hips. He cradles her neck with his free hand. Skin hot, beneath his touch. A sheen of sweat is building along her hairline. He traces the curve of her collarbone and down her chest, across to her nipples, hard beneath her bodice. She is almost as sensitive here as she is between her legs, her hands clench around his shirt trying to hide her rising ecstasy. His nostrils flare, eyes trapped on the expanse of her face, carefully watching for each small indication of her pleasure. 

Turning her head she tries to hide from him but he quickly has her jaw clasped between his fingers. He would see her. Shaking her head she waves off his touch, attempting to cover her eyes behind her hand, like a child hiding in plain sight. He clicks his tongue, taking her hand in his and after some struggling binds them both in his clasp behind her back.  

“Go on then.” He flicks his chin in her direction. Her pace has all but stopped, hesitantly she finds it again, knowing full well that he now possesses all the power. The power to dish out pleasure as he saw fit.  

Yet her rolling hips are more powerful, more exaggerated than before, causing him to grimace, lest he call out her name. She would love that, revel in his undoing. He steels himself with a deep breath through his nose. A ragged breath from her lets him know she is close again. He slows his thumb, wondering if she’ll cry out, plead with him to give her what she wants. 

“Éomer.” His name, like a prayer on her lips, is soft and sweet, and he knows he no longer possesses the control he once touted. 

Letting free her hands, he pulls her in close until her head rests against his. He can feel the warmth of her breath as he takes his pace, thrusting into her. She has brushed away his teasing thumb, replacing it with her own skilled fingers. A shuddering breath and she tightens further around the length of him. She cries out loud enough that he is certain they hear her in the Great Hall. He is still thrusting into her as she convulses hot and heady around him but he soon follows suit, letting his release run him fully with a loud groan of his own. 

Panting, she rests her head against his chest, forehead sticky with sweat it clings to the thin fabric of his shirt. She does not cuddle. She never has lingered in his arms as they slowly drift down from their high. She slips off his lap and he shutters at the sudden loss of contact, hands gripping the armrests of the chair. 

By the time he has regained his senses enough to stand she has relieved herself and wiped clean his seed dripping down her thighs. Maybe a good romp was the cure to any oncoming ailment. He drowns the last of his ale, eyeing her as she smiles prettily for him under dark thick lashes. So demure and pliant, when only moments earlier he was ready to have her thrown from his room for her uncouth behavior.

“You spoil me, my lord,” she says coyly. He bites back a scoff. 

Her gaze is taken with the leather purse heavy on the corner of his desk. A slight nod of his head and she promptly reaches across the expanse, showing off the long lines of her body, and that of the soft curves she knows he loves to grab hold of during their coupling. Deftly, her fingers dip inside the pouch, taking out three coins. 

“This should cover the cost.” Her gaze darts to him, searching for any subtle hint of permission that she could take more but he is hard set against giving her indication. Already she pushes the bounds of his generosity. 

“And one more,” she purrs softly, plucking a fourth coin out. “As insurance to return to you.” 

He rolls his eyes, knowing well she will only return when she pleases not because she feels indebted to him. Offering a low curtsey, she mumbles her thanks, letting his gaze linger on her, on the low cut of her dress. Her bosom all but swells out of the strains of her bodice. When did such a salacious style come into fashion? Surely his sister did not expose herself so scantily in Edoras? He bites his lip, thoughts of his sister quickly pushed from his mind replaced instead by the women so humbly lowered before him. Already he feels a slight twitch of his groin. 

She rises, satisfied with her display of deference. A Haunting smile on her lips, she glances at the hound dogs splayed out on the rug. 

“Feed your dogs, Éomer,” she instructs as a final goodbye. Out the door he is certain she can hear his mocking laughter following her.  

#I probably got his voice entirely wrong #but I had fun writing this #eomer fanfiction #Eomer x OC #Eomer x OFC #Eomer smut #lotr fanfic #lotr smut

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Storm-clouds over the Riddermark

ʚ  Pairing:  Éomer x Fem. Reader

ʚ Word count: 3252 words

ʚ Summary:  Éomer coming back to the palace after a really bad day, takes his frustration out on you. He realizes his mistake and tries to make amends. 

ʚ Themes: Angst | Slow burn| Soft | Fluff |  Erotica | Smut

ʚ Warnings: Couple arguing | Explicit content of a sexual nature | penetrative sex | Minors DNI 

When inky-black clouds rolled over the Riddermark, it wasn’t to wet the soil with a light drizzle. Oh no. The deluge that followed battered the land like an angry beast, all sharp claws and teeth. Only a fool would see no harm in getting caught in such weather.

Éomer, Rohan's newly crowned king, did indeed consider himself a fool for having gone hunting when the storm threatened over the horizon. The hunt was a waste as the animals stayed away, visibility was poor, and by the time he reached the palace, he was soaked to the bone and his mood was fouler than the weather.

Everyone avoided him, believing that waiting till he calmed was best. Éomer knew this but was too miserable to even care. He was in desperate need of a hot bath and dry clothes. When he stormed into his bedroom, you were already there, perched in bed, reading a book.

That angered him for some reason. "By all means, read away."

Your eyes snap up in confusion. "Sweetheart? What’s gotten into you this afternoon?"

He stomped to a window and threw the rattling shutters open to the gale outside. "That."

The hell-storm outside and the ruined hunt. "The storm?" You put your book to one side and join him. "I’m sorry that your hunt got washed off, but if you--"

"Oh, so you noticed?"

His sarcastic and biting tone threw you off a little. "Actually, one of your riders came in before you and told me. I have --"

Éomer cut you off with an imperious wave of the hand. He'd get like this when the day didn't go well, and truth be told, it was starting to wear you down. "I'm not interested." His bad mood clogged up his better senses. "What I want to know is, why the devil were you in bed with that book when you should have been tending to me instead?"

Heat stirred in your eyes, then cooled as you pressed your lips together. "I'm trying to," you say, through clenched teeth. "You're not letting me." 

"Really?" There was that wave again. "Well, you could have fooled me."

Your shoulders slumped in defeat. It was always the same thing. Something irritated him, and you became the target of his frustrations."Why do you always do this?"

"Do what?" He said, pacing about impatiently, his mood only growing darker.

"This." You gesture at him. "Something vexes you, and you come back to take your frustrations out on me. It's hardly fair."

Éomer turned his head so fast you thought he’d get whiplash. "That’s because sometimes I feel you cannot be bothered to do any better!” His face had grown puce. "What more should I have expected anyway,” he muttered angrily, his words coming stumbling out of his mouth in a heated rush. . "You’re just a silly girl who prefers flowers and those ridiculous books of yours.”

His words stung and hurt your feelings. “I see. Well, thank you for making it plain to me.”

Éomer felt horrible when he realized what he said. "Y/n," He reached out regretfully when he saw your lips tremble. "Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to --"

"You’re right." Your back had gone rigid, the tears already stinging your eyes. "I’m just a silly girl who doesn’t know better. Your bath is in the next room, as are some dry clothes. A maid will you bring you something hot to eat." You curtsy, something you didn’t have to do. "I’ll leave you be. Your grace."

Before Éomer could get another word out, you had yanked open the door and fled. He muttered an oath and raked his fingers through his hair. He’d gone and done it now.

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"What happened with y/n?"

That very night, while everyone had gathered for supper, Eowyn had noticed the tension between the two of you and wanted answers. 

"Nothing," Éomer muttered into his drink. While he was with his sister, you were talking to your ladies, laughing over some lark or the other. You had disguised your hurt feelings well, and he hated himself even more for it. Éomer wished you'd give him a round of proper telling off. Yelling and screaming. Insults. Anything would have been preferable to forced politeness.

Eowyn put her fork down and stared at her brother. "Don’t lie to me, Éomer. I know something is up. Now talk, or I’ll not leave you alone otherwise." 

He groaned, for his sister was right. She’d give him no peace till he told her everything. "Fine. Fine. This is what happened."

He sister looked utterly disappointed by the time he had finished. "Honestly, brother," she said through clenched teeth. "It’s times like these that I think you deserve a good smack to the back of your head!"

He looked at her in disbelief. "You think?" 

"Not think," Eowyn said, her eyes narrowing as she jabbed her fork at him. "In this case, I know you deserve it."

He scanned the people in the hall, hoping no one else had noticed the tension between him and his queen. It seemed like they hadn’t. "If it helps y/n feel a little better, will you do it?" 

Eowyn covered her mouth and tittered. "Don’t tempt me, for I might actually do it."

"Will you help me?" Éomer asked.

"To smack you on the head?" She struggled to look serious. "Of course, brother. Just tilt your head to an angle of your preference and stay perfectly still while I--"

"That’s not what I meant, and you know it!" He hissed, his eyes filled with desperation. "For heaven’s sake, sister, please, help me."

"Oh alright." Taking pity on him, Eowyn rolled her eyes and went back to eating. "Apologize to her. And mean it. No half-baked I’m sorrys. Y/n will only be offended by it and you’ll be worse off."

He nodded. "Anything else?" 

She speared a tiny potato and thought of what else her brother could do. "Spend more time with her if you haven’t been doing so already. Maybe have her sit with you at night when you go through your reports? I mean, y/n will have to learn anyway. What if you had to go to war and she was completely unprepared to be regent? Everyone will blame her if something goes wrong."

He had been rather neglectful of you, and war was still an inevitability, with bands of orcs still roaming between the realms. Leaving you unprepared for the role of regent could not only cause harm to the kingdom, but it could also cause long-lasting harm to his marriage, and that was the last thing Éomer wanted.

"And it will show y/n you trust her enough to help you," Eowyn added. "For now, though, start with that apology."

"Apologize. I think I can handle that," Éomer said, feeling upbeat for the first time since the morning.

"Try to remember that y/n is a human being and not one of those skittish horses in your stables." She said cheekily. "You can do that, yes?"

Éomer nearly choked. "You..." He glared and finished his drink. "I’ll be off."

He waited till you were alone before approaching you. "I... I would like to talk to you."

Still hurt by what he said, you stand there, passive, not saying or doing anything. The way you looked at him, with pained eyes, tore at his heart and made him feel like a slug. 

A hand was held out to you. "Please." 

There was something different in the way he spoke to you now, and it filled you with confusion. You could feel the eyes of others on you. Not wanting to create a scene in front of everyone, you take his hand and let him lead you back out into the hallway.

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Éomer went over several apologies while the two of you walked back to your bedroom. He was stumped, because he hadn’t actually apologised to anyone since he slipped ink into his sister’s drink, and they were teenagers then. He shook his head, determined not to bungle it up.

You wait till he opened the door and let you in first. Unsure of what to expect, you stand near the fireplace and wait for him to speak.

"Y/n... sweetheart, I--I" Éomer groaned in frustration. Come on, man, you can do better than this!

You look on, stunned by this change in him. For the first time since your marriage, your husband looked unsure of himself.

Éomer took a deep breath and composed himself. "Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I--" His shoulders slumped in shame and he sighed. "I have been taking my anger out on you, and it was wrong of me. It was wrong of me, and I know it now. You treat me better than I deserve sometimes, and instead of appreciating you and everything you do for me, I lash out at you instead. I take my frustration out on you instead of finding better ways to deal with things that vex me, and I’m more sorry than I can say, for not treating you better. I hope... I pray... that I still have a chance to earn your forgiveness and be the husband you deserve, and that I haven’t gone and ruined things with you for good."

He seemed sincere to you, but you weren’t sure and your silence worried him.  

"I'm so sorry for my behavior," Éomer said, relieved that you didn't back away from him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry a thousand times. Sweetheart... Please... talk to me."

Tears pricked your eyes again. "You really hurt me, your grace."

He sighed and accepted his behaviour was wrong. "I know. And I won’t offer excuses. I-- I only want a chance to make amends."

"How?"

"Well," he said, and inched closer. "I want you to sit with me every night starting tomorrow while I go over reports and letters."

He had never asked you that before. Sometimes he’d shoo you away if he thought you disturbed him. "Why, your grace?"

"Because, as queen, you need to learn how this kingdom is run. I would be remiss in my duties as king if I left you unprepared. I would also like to spend more time with you. I’ve realised that I barely do so as it is." 

"Oh." Not only did Éomer want to spend more time with you, but he also wanted you to help him run the country. "I-- I'm not sure if I’m up to the task." 

"I think you’ll be more than fine." When he flashed that jaw dropping smile of his, your anger crumble to dust. You could never stay angry at him for long. “But, enough of politics for now. Why don’t we do something you like?”

“Well, I usually read when you’re busy. So.” You walk to a book rack and gesture to the many titles on display. “Maybe you could read to me? Something… silly… perhaps?”

He winced. “You’re not going to let me forget that, are you?”

“Hmm.” You tap your cheek and think. “Let me see. No.”

“You, madam, are just like my sister.” He sounded angry, but the humour in his eyes said otherwise.

“Really? All polished and sweet and incredibly charming?”

He smirked. “You are polished and sweet and incredibly charming. Alas, the same can’t be said for my sister. Alright. Pick out something you like, and I’ll read to you.”

It was past midnight when he finished. “That wasn’t bad actually.”

The rain had ceased briefly, the wind no longer howling like a living thing. “Will you go hunting tomorrow?” You make yourself comfortable in bed while Éomer put the book away.

He walked up to an open window and looked out into the night. The smell in the air convinced him that the next day would be washed out as well, and he had no interest in tramping about in foul weather again. He was fool enough to do it today.

“No.” He closed the window and came back to bed. “I’m not going out tomorrow. I think I’ll stay here, with you.”

He was so close to you, you could already feel the warmth coming off his body. “A lazy day in bed? What luxury.”

Éomer made himself comfortable and grabbed you in a bear hug, making you squeal. "Very luxurious." Éomer played with your hair, letting the strands pass through his fingers. "And it won't be lazy," he said, his eyes getting this gleam in them. "I plan on keeping you very busy."

He looked oh so innocent when you eyes rested on him. "Busy?" Your words were a challenge. "Just what kind of busy are we talking about here?"

Éomer looked like he was in deep thought. "A pleasant kind of busy," he said as he undid the sash on your dress. "Pleasant for me, and pleasant for you."

"Pleasant?" you tremble when you hear silk coming undone. "How pleasant are we talking about here?"

The king took on a pensive air again. "Very pleasant. And I mean," he leaned in and nibbled your ear. "Very pleasant."

"You're--" Your sigh sounded like a whisper. "You're trying to-- seduce me."

Éomer would have chuckled, had his lips not been busy on your earlobe. "Is it working?"

You wanted to say no, just to annoy him a little. Anything you wanted to say ended up flying out the window when his hand fell flat against your waist and went higher, not stopping till it reached the soft swell of your breasts. Flashes of heat pool in your belly as that hand cupped your breasts over the fabric. "Sweetheart..." 

Éomer didn't stop, switching up from touching to pinching. "Yes?" 

His breath felt hot and heavy against your cheek. His tongue still twirled around your earlobe while your own hands buried themselves in his hair, making him groan. "I want..." 

“Tell me," he growled this time, cupping your breast again and squeezing hard. "Tell me what you want." 

You could feel yourself crumbling to the demands of your body. "I--" you breathed. "I-- I want you inside me."

Clear grey eyes went dark as the slate grey clouds of the morning. "Get out of those clothes." Éomer worked on undressing himself. "Now." 

Everything ended up in a pile in no time, and there were a couple of rips when you helped him out of his shirt. "Oops." You hold up a torn sleeve and pretend to look remorseful.

Éomer chuckled as you tossed the ruins of his shirt to the floor. "I'll consider it a punishment for my earlier behavior."

Your eyes narrowed as you work on his belt buckle. "Oh, and what a punishment it is." 

Éomer kissed your shoulders while you toss his belt to the growing heap of clothes. "Yes." He sighed when warm palms pressed against his skin. "Truly terribl--"

He nearly collapsed on you when you took his cock into your hands. "Don't stop," he moaned and muttered after the first stroke. "Don't you dare stop."

Every stroke felt so good to him. Éomer hook his arms around your waist, his kisses turning into nips whenever you tighten your grip. This was a side to you he had never experienced before and he enjoyed every moment. 

"Someone is enjoying his punishment, I see." Your breath was coming out in pants and you trembled whenever his tongue ran over her skin. "Mmm." Éomer pulled your lips to his, his stomach twisting in knots when he felt the warmth of your body. "I am." He slipped out of his breeches and gently pushed you onto your back. "But it's not enough."

Your skin tingled when the mattress cushioned you and his weight came to bear down on you. While it was cold outside, the room grew only hotter. Beads of sweat forming over your skin proved too tempting and Éomer lowered his head taste.

"You feel so good," grunted Éomer when his lips latched onto a nipple, his teeth tugging hard and drawing out little gasps from you every time he did so. "So good."

Your chuckle was shallow and breathy. "Then I'm glad tomorrow's washed off as well, and you'll be home with me."

When he looked up, his eyes were as dark as sin now. "Oh really?"

"Really." Your arms drape around his shoulders when he moved back up. The thought of being holed up in this bedroom all day with you was enough to fill his mind with wild and woolly thoughts. "Well then," he mumbled between kisses. "We better get a head start tonight, eh?"

He teased you mercilesslly, rubbing his cock against your clit. The jolts that washed over you reduced you to a trembling mess. "Please," you beg.

 Éomer wanted you like putty in his hands, and kept playing with your clit. "Please what?"

Your pout made him grin wolfishly. "Please what, y/n?"

He wanted to make you beg. Well, that wasn't going to happend. With a low growl, you rear and kiss him, your legs hooking around his waist.  Éomer sighed, as if in surrender. "I take that as my answer, then," he groaned and pinned your hands over your head. When he covered your mouth with a hard, hungry kiss, you feel your body meld into his.  Éomer's eyes had grown cloudy with need. When the storm started to rage, he freed a hand and moved it over your body, not stopping till he had you hot and wet, and pleading for him to take you.

And take you he did. On the first flash of lightning, he lifted your hip and teased you, before pushing in slowly. Your abdomen trembled when he placed his hand on top of it, his eyes looking questioningly into yours. "Yes?"

You squirmed as your hands were still pinned. When you felt him move inside you, you were sure your orgasm was close. "Yes."

He felt so good as he pulled out, then pushed in, hard and fast and deep. This soul deep fiery need he stoked inside you made you arch your hips as his body slammed into yours, even as his were fixed on yours. When he bit down on your neck, you moan out, "Éomer."

That was all the encouragement Éomer needed. He released your hands and let you grip onto his back. Watching you shudder was intoxicating for him and he slammed into you, hitting that spot that made your eyes flutter and your fingers dig into his shoulders. On the next flash of lighting he went in deep, pushing you to your orgasm, moaning when he felt your body splinter and your walls clench around his cock. With one last satisfying thrust, he grunted deep as he spilled himself in you, his body shaking as he struggled to keep himself propped on his elbows. 

You feel sweat trickling down your skin as your breathing slowly returned to an even keel. Éomer gently lowered himself onto you, his kisses now soft and gentle, instead of hungry and passionate. It made you feel treasured, when he held you tight and showered you with sweet kisses. 

The storm raged on, but the two of you remained oblivious to it. "We're going to stay in here tomorrow." Éomer brushed a stray lock of hair out of your eyes and tucked it behind your ear. 

"And what will we do while here?" You teased.

Éomer grinned. "I'll think of plenty of things. Don't you worry about it."

#it never pays to be a thoughtless boor #eomer #eomer x reader #eomer x y/n #eomer smut #LOTR #fanfiction #writing #creative writing #writeblr #a world of whimsy writes

[ohnonotnow]

my library

here's some of the best the hobbit/lotr fanfics I've read cuz they can be quite hard to find and I wanna help

will update the list as I read

Thorin

Smoke, iron and Thorin

Fire and Gold

Learning Khuzdul

Braid of Gold

Thorin being soft

The Beauty of Chance

Those Hands

Misunderstanding

The arrival

A king's crown

Covered In Steam

There's just inches in between us

Thorin after a long day of training with his nephews

In This Moment 

Agreement

Symphony of your life

Oh so quiet

Confession

Find Your Way Back

Fili

fili oneshots

Moonrise

The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident

Stay with me

The Redeemer

Durin's Garage

Restless

Kili

The book keeper

insecurities

The beauty and the Beast

getting back at Kili for teasing

My Treasure

Madly in love

It's in his kiss

Love Bites

Sway With Me

Wood Carvings

Softly. . .

Sweet like nectar

A Shot in the Dark

Beorn

Early Mornings

Beorn takes care of you when you're injured

Linger

Legolas

Watcher of Wanderers

The Innocence of Brutality

Blessing

Sensitive

Being best friends with Legolas

Hazy Memories

Spellbound

Thranduil

Bookworm

Relax

Best friends father

Fascination

Flower On My Skin

To Meet Under the Stars

Passenger Princess

Autumn Thunderstorm

I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed

Haldir

Gentle Dark

Lindir

My Heart Is In Your Hands

Moonlight

Just a Little Help

Warriors Great Tales

The Fountain

Return to Me

Èomer

Burnt Bread

A Helping Hand

Wildest Dreams

Falling In Love With A Librarian

SFW alphabet

Happiness

A Roll in the Hay

Blessing

Turning Points

More characters

various characters oneshots

Imagine: elves having highly sensitive ears and you finding out by accidently touching them.

Journey to Erebor

Hair braiding

Elves + Braiding

What Type of Kisser is Each LoTR Character?

The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)

A Headcanon For Each Member of Thorin’s Company

Cuddling With Thorin's Company

Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.

The LOTR characters reacting to a modern reader

#fanfic #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #the lord of the rings #lotr #jrr tolkien #kili #kili durin #fili durin #fili and kili #x reader #the hobbit thorin #thorins company #some smut #oneshot #bilbo baggins #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #lotr fanfic #the hobbit fanfiction #thorin x reader #fili x reader #kili x reader #lindir x reader #lindir #eomer of rohan #eomer x reader #beorn #beorn x reader #thranduil x reader

[bellejolras]

A Roll in the Hay

Rating: E(xplicit) / No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Eomer/fem reader

WC: 1.9k

Other tags: PWP, semi-public sex, no y/n

Summary: sometimes you just need a quickie in the barn, you know? #justrohanthings (in which it turns out the author may be an eomer girlie after all)

for @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book, for the prompt & for beta’ing 😌😌

It was warm in the barn. Thankfully a breeze was blowing, or it would be stifling. The horses didn’t seem to mind, though, snuffling in the air and kicking gently at the dirt as they always did, but it was beginning to get to her. Probably she shouldn’t have gone out at this time of day. Of course it would be warm when she got back. There was no longer wind blowing at her face, only the breeze through the open door to keep her cool as she cleaned up and put everything back where it went. This was no royal stables, with hired hands to care for the horses; they were out in the middle of nowhere. But she didn’t mind, even if it was more work than she had gotten used to.

She scooped some hay off the fresh pile at one end of the room to bring to the horse she had just taken out, then brought the saddle to hang up on the rack. Béma, was it always this heavy? It didn’t help that the only free spot was the most awkwardly placed, almost out of reach. As she lifted it up again, heaving it off the ground, she heard a voice behind her.

“Need some help with that?”

Even without turning around, she knew who stood in the doorway. It was a voice she knew all too well.

*****

[read the rest on ao3!]

#i keep forgetting to post this but the wip post reminded me!! #eomer x reader #there is simply not enough #fic rec #technically lmao even though i wrote it #ari writes #alright more tags #eomer fanfiction #lotr x reader #lotr smut

[colinnoahmayhare]

Chapters: 44/? Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Éomer Éadig/Lothíriel, Éomer Éadig & Lothíriel, Éowyn/Faramir (Son of Denethor II) Characters: Éomer Éadig, Lothíriel (Tolkien), Éowyn (Tolkien), Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Imrahil (Tolkien), Elphir (Tolkien), Erchirion (Tolkien), Amrothos (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Strangers to Lovers, Culture Shock, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trust Issues, Family Issues, Manipulation, Pining, love is patient, Love is kind, Right now love is fucking hard, Unrequited Love, but no love triangle, no really, even though it might feel like it, This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think, Betrayal, No Beta; we die like Boromir at the Falls of Rauros; with FUCKING HONOUR, Bastard Child, Cultural Differences, Tolkien-rated violence, definitely NOT Tolkien-rated levels of smut, a terrible father figure, also: features an amazing father figure, a fucking long awaited pregnancy, excessive expansion of world mythology, like seriously this is the world-building shit, self-destructive depictions of depression, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, nothing is going to happen to my bean Lothíriel but the tag is there for a reason, okay maybe there are some bad things happening to my bean Lothíriel but it's nothing rapey, author shows some serious level of sado-masochism in her writing of angst, does that mean there is also self-indulgent fluff in between all the angst and drama?, You better fucking believe it!

Series: Part 1 of In the Fourth Age

Summary:

After the War of the Ring, Lothíriel, Princess of Dol Amroth, finds herself at the receiving end of the search for peace and prosperity by being used as a pawn in an alliance made between kings and princes. Married to the King of the Riddermark, Éomer, she has to navigate being a foreigner in a foreign country, being a Queen to a King, and to learn to live and love with a man she hardly knows.

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Time for a WHOLE lot of imagery!

Dream sequence do your thing!

Spoiler for chaper # 44 ...

#lord of the rings #fanfic #ao3 #ff.net #eomer #lothiriel #eomer x lothiriel #lothiriel x eomer #arranged marriage #strangers to lovers #cultural differences #overcoming trauma #trust issues #manipulation #angst #comfort #smut

[disasterofastory]

What about Legolas x F!reader? Maybe she is a friend of Eomer and Legolas gets jealous about all the time they stay together? And some hot moment? I don't know, this is just an Idea. So, I'm sorry for my bad english but I'm Italian. Have a good day❤️

Just a reminder Legolas x Reader Warnings: jealousy, smut

Summary: Legolas reminds you of the reasons you are with him.

A/N: Please don't be sorry for your English. I know the struggle. :)

The grassland is covered in a bright golden hue as the sun reaches the top of the clear blue sky. The lush, green grass waves like the ocean as a breeze runs through the peaceful scenery. Everything is so quiet and calm. It is almost impossible to believe the dark power that works and marches forward underneath it all. The warm rays of the sun caress your bare arms and your cheeks. The tree you lean against is tall and strong, bending its branches to the will of the slight wind. The rustle of the leaves is a sweet whisper in your ear as you focus on the story in front of you. The book is a pleasant weight on your lap. The pages are old and thin between your fingers.

"What are you reading?" Legolas's voice breaks your concentration, but you feel nothing but happiness as you turn your eyes from the long row of words to the tall elf standing a few meters away from you. "Just a book," you shrug. "Tales for children." "Are they good?" He asks, sitting down next to you with a few elegant movements. "You know how it is," you hum, closing the book and putting it on the ground. "The good always wins, and the bad guys pay for their misdeeds as they should." "It was easier to believe in it when we were kids, no?" The elf asks. You can almost see his blue eyes darkening with ominous thoughts. "Sometimes it's harder when you are an adult, yes," you reply, reaching out for his hand to link your fingers together. "But there is always hope." "I heard you will go with Gandalf." "Yes," you nod. "He thinks Eomer will listen to me." A slight frown appears between his brows. His lips turn into a thin line. "Are you friends with the rider?" "Something like that, yes." "When we met them, he asked you to come with them." You barely recognized him when your way met with the riders during your search for the hobbits. You smile and nod in confirmation. "Why are these questions?" "Why didn't you? Went with them, I mean." "You are my home, Legolas," you reply, squeezing his hand in yours. "I won't leave you." "But you will go with Gandalf." "He asked me," you reason, getting a little bit confused. Something is off with Legolas, but you can't find out what. "And it's just for a few days. We need every help we can get." "Are you sure?" He asks. He feels selfish, and guilt eats him up inside because of it, but he can't help himself. He knows orcs and death will wait for you in Helm's Deep, but he can't bear the thought of you staying with the riders. With Eomer. "Legolas," you say his name softly, cupping his cheek with your free hand. Your thumb caresses the soft skin under his eye. "Of course, I will come back to you. There is nothing that can keep me away from you." He smiles at your words. The slight curve of his lips gives him something angelic and ethereal that you can never get used to. You still don't understand how the elven prince can love you, a simple mortal, but he does, and you stopped questioning it years ago.

Soon, his lips find yours, and the kiss that always starts so gently is impatient and rushing now. His hand lands on the back of your head to keep you close, while his tongue slips into your mouth with ease. He invites you to a dance that's intimate and familiar. "Don't get me wrong," you hum when he breaks away. His breath still fans over your lips. It smells like ale and fruits. "I love your kisses, but you still don't tell me something." Now, the guilt is transparent on his delicate features, and he looks down at your intertwined fingers. The small gesture makes his years younger. "I just…" he sighs. "I just don't want you to find something with the rider that will make you stay with them… with him." "Oh, my love," you laugh, pecking his lips when you notice the slight blush spreading on his cheeks. "There is nothing that makes me stay where you aren't." Your words are followed by another kiss. It's feverish and bruising and makes you lose your breath for long seconds. His hand finds the loose curls at the nape of your neck, and before you know it, you are lying on the grass with Legolas above you. When he looks into your eyes, the glint you know so well by now is back in his bright blue irises. "I love you," he says, caressing the line of your jaw. "I love you too," you hum against his lips before gasping at his sudden touch. " What are you doing?" "Just a reminder of what I can do to you." He bares your legs with a few quick pulls on your dress until his hand finds its way between your thighs. "Legolas," you gasp again, looking around your surroundings. "What if someone sees us?" "I will hear them before they can see us," he promises. "Do you trust me?" The question makes your legs spread open before his caressing touch. "Of course."

His lips wander down your neck, caressing the soft skin there with slow, lazy kisses while his long fingers find their way to your center after pushing your panties aside. His fingertips slide over your fold easily. Your wetness soaks him within a few seconds. "You are so wet already," he hums. His words flutter in your chest. Your heart thuds against your ribcage. "Legolas," you pant his name, grabbing his shoulder. Your other hand tries to find some support on the ground. The grass is soft under your touch. "I'm here, love," he replies. "And I won't go anywhere until you cum around my fingers." Your eyes fall shut as the pleasure flares through your body. It burns your veins and spins the world around you. His thumb draws small circles on your clit, helping you to chase your orgasm. His breath fans over your neck, and his voice make you tremble some more. "Who makes you feel this good?" He asks, and when you don't answer immediately, he doesn't wait to push two fingers inside your aching hole. Your head falls back, and a moan breaks up from your throat. "Say my name, Y/N," the elf demands. "Let everyone hear who you belong to." His name leaves your lover's name in breathless whines as his hand speeds up between your legs. He pushes you to the edge and doesn't give you enough time to process what's happening. "Cum, Y/N," Legolas says. "Make a mess on my hand. Give me something to remember while you are far away from my arms."

Pleasure washes over you as the burning coil snaps in your lower belly. Your muscles jerk, and your breath stops for a long second. Your orgasm comes quickly and powerfully. It feels like Legolas's arms are the only things that keep you in one piece.

When you open your eyes, you see him licking your juices off his fingers. A satisfied smile plays on his lips the whole time. "You will get more when we meet again," he promises.

#legolas imagine #legolas x reader #legolas smut #lotr smut #lotr imagine #lotr x reader #the lord of the rings x reader #the lord of the rings imagine

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

🍃Tolkien Masterlist🍃

Smut: 🔥🔥

Fluff: 🌸🌸

Heated Fluff: ⭐️⭐️

Friendly: 🌈🌈

Angst: 🌨️🌨️

💙 Collage

💚 Oneshot

💖 Preference/Headcanon

💜 Quote

💞 Blurb

Aragorn

- Just A Girl 💚🌸

- Waited So Long 💚🔥

Arwen

- Warrior Girlfriend 💙🌸

Bard

- Baker 💙🌸

- Break Stuff 💚⭐️

- Mermaid 💚🌸

Boromir

- Sleepy Reader 💜🌸

- Princess 💖🌸

- Waited So Long 💚🔥

Eomer

- Heart-Shaped Box 💞⭐️

- Queen of Pain 💜⭐️🔥

Fili

- Size 💚🔥

- Loved You Before 💚🌸

- Undressed 💙⭐️

- Elf Princess 💙🌸

Glorfindel

- Chanel 💚🌸

- S&M 💚🔥

- So Tight 💞🔥

Kili

- We Didn’t Start The Fire 💚🌸🌈

- Elf Princess 💙🌸

Legolas

- She Knows It 💚🌈

- Big Girl 💚🌸

- Edge Play 💚🔥

- Tongue Piercing 💚🔥

- Waited So Long 💚🔥

Lindir

- Toys 💚🔥

- Rebellious 💙⭐️

Thorin

- 9 to 5 💚🌸

Thranduil

- Relaxing Day 💙🌸

- NSFW Alphabet 💖🔥

- Old Lady Reader 💖🌸

- Leaving A Party 💙🌸

- A Kingly Tour Guide 💙🌸

- Sleeping Loves 💜🌸

- Jewellery and Paintings 💙🌸

- Breath 💚🔥

- The Kiss 💚🌸

Multiple

- Meeting 1 💖⭐️

- Meeting 2 💖⭐️

- Meeting 3 💖⭐️

- Meeting 4 💖⭐️

- NSFW 1 💖🔥

- NSFW 2 💖🔥

- Lindir x Reader x Glorfindel 💞🔥

- Lindir x Reader x Glorfindel 2 💞🔥

- Favourite Position 💖🔥

- Fairy x Mermaid 💚⭐️

- Elves x Hobbit Women 💞🌸

- Elves Kissing 💖🌸

- Human and Elves 💞🔥

- Love Triangle 💙⭐️

- Kink Alphabet 💖🔥

#Tolkien #Tolkien Masterlist #Aragorn #Aragorn x reader #Arwen #Arwen x reader #bard the bowman #bard the bowman x reader #Boromir #Boromir x reader #eomer #eomer x reader #Fili #Fili x reader #Glorfindel #Glorfindel x reader #Kili #Kili x reader #legolas #legolas x reader #Lindir #Lindir x reader #Thorin #Thorin x reader #Thranduil #Thranduil x reader

[epilogue-and-prologue]

Happiness - Part 2

Fandom: LOTR

Ship: Eomer x F!Reader

Trope: Arranged marriage

Note: Reader is Elfhelm's daughter and I invented a lot for what I didn't know so probably A LOT of mistakes.

Fun facts: I only wrote this extended fic for this one sex scene during their wedding night. This gif is my favourite thing to look at right now. It's late and I'm tired so.

Word counts: 4 090

Warnings: Dealing with grief, loved one's deaths, depression, SMUT at some point, poverty, war's aftermath, diplomatic relations, pregnancy, blood, miscarriage

Tags: @heilith @asgardianhobbit98 @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @fizzyxcustard @sotwk

During the long weeks leading to the wedding, your days were either spent with your mother or Gera, taking over in your mother’s absence.

Indeed, thanks to your father’s insistence, she had been appointed as the wedding organizer. Or something akin to it. She was fussing and busying herself like she had never before, not even for Moira’s wedding. Your mother was a force of nature, but she could be a lot and having Gera was a good contrast to your mother’s buzzing energy.

First, the chiefmaid had kept you company or helped you find your way around the place. Quickly, she became a big part of your days. You visited orphanages with her and brought food to those in need in Sofia’s company. Over these shared times, she became a godmother of sorts - and her daughter a friend - always present when you needed them, and you always there when they needed you.

“Milady, I do believe it is most improper for you to work with the cooks in the kitchen.”

It had taken you almost three whole days of imploring her before you had managed to make Gera yield.

Gera did not believe in such a fantasy as fun. It was working or resting, no in-between. With that statement in mind, she had still followed you to the kitchen while you were asking questions to the bewildered pastry chefs meeting the future queen in such an unofficial manner.

When she asked for what purpose you wanted to cook, the word “fun” came out of your mouth. “To forget” would have been a more accurate description. Eomer’s attitude towards you had become erratic and even avoidant. You could not know why as he would not give you straight answers, always mentionning something he needed to take care of. The gestures of affection he had towards you were limited to him occasionally kissing your forehead and offering you his arm while walking. You had not had a good walk in days, the weather going grim with your mood.

The plates you were cooking always ended up given to people in need.

After that first expedition, it had become a habit of yours to go down to the kitchen to help, a few hours here and there when you could.

But, for every effort you made, Eomer seemed to have forgotten about you. Your actions were out of boredom, but if it could benefit the poorer all the better. He was always busying himself with new economic plans or diplomatic correspondence. He would not tell you about any of those things either and you figured it would take his mind off of things to talk about more mundane things. Like cooking. Suffice to say, it did not work.

So, when he stepped into the kitchen one day, leaving Gera to usher the poor cooks away, you were surprised, to say the least.

“Milady, you do know it is most improper for a future queen to wander around without an escort.

It had to be a trick of the mind though, Eomer did not feel that way and he had made that clear, spending all of his time away from you. Telling you about her. Amongst the fleeting moments of affection you had shared, he had talked to you about Enora. About the woman she was. It felt as a much needed talk for him. For you, it left you questioning everything. Even his commitment to you. Especially his commitment. It was clear that he wanted to keep you out. What for, that was a question you did not have the answer to, as many others when it came to him.

I had Gera until you arrived, my lord.”

He called your name in a soft commanding tone. You could feel the embrace you were missing in his words.

“I am sorry, that you find no suitable distractions in the castle. Nevertheless, you can not come in here. It is not your place. Nor mine as it turns out.”

You sighed. This day was bound to happen. It was improper, and that was that. People would talk. Even he had to uphold his status. He had to, even if he did not want to. Just like you soon enough.

“I know. I am aware of that. I just… Needed space. From the wedding’s preparation, from my mother - I love her but she’s hovering a lot these days, maybe… maybe even from myself. I cannot hear myself think these days.”

You could have sworn his cheeks took a hint of pink as you looked at him from under your lashes. Unbeknown to you, he had grown quite fond of hearing what you were doing and who you were doing it for, your good deeds to his people never going unheard. The cakes going to orphaned children in need, bread to the beggars in the streets, when you were not willingly spending time with the servants, giving a hand where you could. He admired your dedication and kindness a little more every day, despite himself, and his lost lover’s shadow.

-Yet, you do not share that with me. We have not talked much or been in the same room for longer than a few moments since the engagement has been announced. Were you trying to avoid me?”

“I know. I feel the same way.

Over the weeks, your presence had been missing. The little things he would have loved to be doing with you. Your hand on his arm at the engagement party imprinted in his mind. He missed you. All of you. Eomer had thought himself more of a practical person, reasonable, and smart. In this case, he had thrown everything out of the window. Where his first fiancée enhanced his duties, you made up new ones. You were so different, her and you. You could not compare to her and she could not compare to you. She was gone and you were alive. So alive, he yearned for you in a way he had forgotten. You made him feel again.

His head bowed, his eyes cast down. Words were escaping him. He had thought long and hard about this relationship.

“Yes. I was trying to avoid you.”

Your anger was only growing within you. You were frustrated by his actions but could not blame him for them. When it came to Eomer, you had become blind. As soon as you had recognized it for what it was, it felt easier to smile when thinking of him even if he was not thinking of you. No matter what he would do, you knew you would forgive, for you would love him. From that first day until the last.

His voice was lower now, as one of a child being chastised.

“I was afraid.”

His steps brought him next to you, only a meter or two from where you were. Just as he lowered his voice, you softened yours.

“How could you be afraid? I am just a woman.”

His hand took yours and you released a sigh you did not know you were holding. In the back of your mind, you willed your memory to keep those moments tucked away safely. You were sure they would not happen again.

“A woman in grief. A woman I chose. A woman I can not seem to care for as she needs.”

He closed in on you, a mere breath away now, his palm a gentle reminder of his presence on the side of your face, your eyes closed for your own sake. You could not drown in him. You would not. Not when it meant heartbreak.

“Sometimes, I try not to seek you out.”

You could not look at him, but from under your lids, you could feel his breath fanning over your cheek, his head bowed to you in silent prayer. The question burned your lips.

“Why not?”

His hands were now cradling your face, your eyes forced to look at him. His brows furrowed, lips parted in quiet stillness, the way he looked at you, mercy and hurt in the eye, made your heart clench in despair.

“I am guilty of selfishness. When I am with you, I forget. I forget what she looked like and who she was. When I am with you, the ghost of her disappears and I don’t know if…”

His lips parted, as if to say something again, were an invitation you could not refuse. Pushing a little you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him with everything you had. His hands found your waist, making you pull away brutally.

-What for?

“I am sorry, my lord, I…

-The… Just now. And… I did not wish to make you forget. You loved her. Why would I wish to erase her from your memories? She’s a part of you. But, I am selfish too, and…”

You took a deep breath. The feelings you had wanted to snuff out were too strong now. They had to be faced and felt.

-I promise.”

“If you are feeling the way you tell me you are, then I need to know you will be there fully when you’re with me. I… Eomer, I cannot compete with a ghost.

There had been no hesitation in his voice.

He grabbed your face in his hands, and kissed you again, slowly, with eternity in his mind.

The day of the wedding was the worst. You could not see each other all day, it had you both on edge. You were nervous beyond what you could handle, your mother feeding you sweets and Gera swiftly pushing the maids out of your room. You were sure you would suffocate.

Every day it was something new. One day it was a brush of his lips below your ear. The other, his fingers linking with yours discreetly. Another one, he pulled you into an alcove, kissing you senseless, breathless, leaving marks on the exposed skin of your neck.

Once you walked down the aisle, your father’s arm securing and anchoring you, your nerves disappeared. Your father’s teary eyes as he handed you over, almost made you cry, but Eomer’s fond looks shook you to your core. Only then did you notice that the sword he had at his side kept his hand from shaking. A genuine smile on your lips, you had covered his hands with your own, wishing to settle him. The emotion in the man had been threatening to overwhelm him. He had hold onto you for comfort as you wished he would.

The ceremony and the festivities had gone by so fast, it had felt like the blink of an eye. Your parents were dancing and seemed happier than you had seen them in a very long time. They were smiling and laughing, bickering so much, you felt happy for them too. Eomer’s hand surprised you, sneaking under the table and linking his fingers with yours. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, before kissing your lips, your hand cradling his face the cold metal of your wedding band only making it harder to stop. You were his. To love and to hold, forever. How could he have been so lucky, he would never know. But he was willing and wanted to make you understand that. Your doubts and need for reassurance, although not voiced, were clear to him, in the soft moments you shared, a hint of anxiety always taking you over. He never wanted you to doubt his love and attachment for you.

Quickly enough, the night came to an end and the moment to go back to your chambers arrived. The thought of him sharing a bed with you brought a new kind of warmth to your body. The past few days your imagination had been running wild. Not that you would own up to it in front of him. Ever.

Upon entering the room, the door closing behind you, you stepped back until you were met with the wooden surface. It was your salvation when Eomer showed himself, barefoot and naked from the waist up. You wondered if your legs were not going to give out.

In the semi-darkness, silence overcoming everything, he feared you might have swallowed your tongue. In truth, you thought you had, your breathing becoming laboured and uneven.

He called your name, as you were staring, eyes blown while looking at his chest and the expanse of his shoulders, the grave notes in his voice only eliciting more heat to bloom in your abdomen. You bit your lips, not hearing him until he grabbed your shoulders.

“Hm?”

He chuckled, his knuckles caressing the side of your jaw, goosebumps left in his path. Your hands were clasped behind your back, not knowing what to do nor how to do it. Unease took hold of you where there had been only anticipation before. Eomer noticed. He stepped back, looking at you with hunger. He swallowed discreetly. You looked magnificent. His own chest was raising and falling rapidly, the adrenaline in his veins thining his patience to a thread. It made you feel desired and loved more than you could fathom.

“My love, what is the matter?”

“I-… I’ve never been with…a man before…”

You sighed, the endearment on his lips only making it harder to speak.

Fearing you might take offence if he said he knew - even though he did know -, Eomer kissed your temple trying to soothe you. His smile mirrored your own, as his hand slid behind your back, bringing you closer to him. His eyes kept looking into your own.

“I will show you if you wish.”

His lips a mere whisper away from your own, you only nodded. The span of his hands covered your hips as he kissed you. You could feel the laces of your dress coming undone thanks to his handy work, tender kisses caressing the length of your throat, and Eomer holding you against him in a gentle grip. Once the pool of cloth at your feet, your light under-dress was the only barrier between him and you. His kisses were growing heavier with every passing minute, the gentle hold he had turning into him trying to melt his body with yours. Without a word he hoisted you up in his arms, carrying you towards the bed. As he laid you down, your eyes went to the shadows of the fire on the wall before coming back to Eomer, his hair undone, tickling your bare shoulder in the dark. The space above his collarbone, the bridge of his nose, his fingers against your throat, everything illuminated by the feverish light.

Before he looked, his lips against your own he quietly asked “Is this alright…wife?”

Before you could dwell on it, he claimed your mouth for his own, his chest to yours. Your fingers found themselves in his hair, earning a grunt from him, making your core clench and your hand stop. He smirked at that as if he knew what had happened. His palm pulled up your last garment until the birth of your hips, almost revealing yourself to him.

A “Yes” escaped your tongue before you could keep it against the roof of your mouth. After all why would you?

The sweet nothing in his mouth made you whimper out of nowhere.

He helped you out of your dress, leaving the soft caress of his palms up and down your chest, the planes of his hands down your stomach and your back, open-mouthed kisses on your breasts leaving you arching into him, struggling to breathe and how he could be everywhere all at once you would never know, but you would not have stopped it for the world. His mouth trailed down your stomach, always looking at you, always making sure you were alright, just the right amount of overwhelming from him. When he reached the apex of your thighs, you noticed his bare ass in the flickering light of the fire. You swore under your breath. It only made him laugh against you.

“See something you like, princess?”

An idea came to you.

-Hmm?”

“Queen.

You propped yourself onto your elbows, looking him dead in the eye.

-Indeed… then I should treat you as such, should I not?”

“I am not a princess.

His mischievous eyes were new to you. You did not mind them one bit.

You moaned loudly when his tongue flattened against your clitoris. His eyes narrowed and he kept on going, a thirsty man finding a source to drink from. Your body arched of its own accord, full cries escaping you. Something deep in your belly was threatening to snap when he stopped. Concern was etched on his face, his lips gleaming in the dim light as he reached for your face. You shivered at the sight.

“I am alright, husband.”

You nestled your face in his palm, kissing the calloused fingers one by one.

“What about you?”

His body settled next to yours, and you could feel him against your thigh as you turned. Your mouth ran dry at the thought of him inside you.

“I am content.”

He pushed a hair out of your face, feeling the heat of your breath against his nose. What a sight you were. Pupils blown, lips swollen by his ministrations, your skin reacting to the harsh touch of his beard, a path down your body he started following with his fingers down and down again between your thighs. As he met your core, you held onto his shoulder, whimpering again, biting your lip in a silent plea for pleasure. Despite it all, you managed to utter a question.

“Only content?”

His head in the crook of your neck, you felt him stop, now looking straight at you with an adoration you were sure you could not grow tired of. You felt his fingers as he entered you. One, then the other. The soft burn of the stretch kept you from saying anything, your nails digging into his back, his hair now hovering above you, kisses raining on you. He did not answer you, only moving his fingers back and forth until you could not feel the burn of them anymore. He had you rocking your hips onto his hand, filthy sounds surrounding you, the thought of ever leaving this room having left you entirely, drunk on him and only him. Only then did he answer.

“I could not be happier than in your arms.”

“Tonight is not about me. But if you ask…” half a smile crossed his features, as you were marvelling at him, sweating and hungry for more. You never thought anyone could look at you with such reverence in their eyes.

Your heart clenched. Your hips stilled between his hands before he pulled your legs apart.

“If any of this hurts you, please tell me.”

As he pulled himself out, you could feel it down your thighs. It made you hungry for more, somehow. The emptiness he had left behind was soon replaced by the warmth of the sheets on you, his arm sneaking around your waist. He pulled you to him, your head resting on his chest, eyes weary and tired. He did not say a word, the pad of his thumb tracing the column of your spine in lazy strokes and you could hear his heart under you ever so erratic becoming soft and in rhythm with yours. Never could you have imagined this to happen to you. It was nothing short of a miracle, that he found you and you him. You let yourself bask in it for a little while, the shadows of the room luring you into a daydream you longed for deep in your soul.

He laid himself on top of you, his weight never suffocating you, his eyes ever so inquisitive. You nodded slowly, fingers weaving in his hair making him close his eyelids under your care. He placed himself between your legs, your folds welcoming him in a warm embrace. As he pushed into you, a tear escaped you, a dull pain at the pit of your stomach appearing. It stopped with the movement of his hips against yours, ever so gentle, his irises never leaving your face, forehead against yours, before leaving blazed kisses on your skin. Something feral woke up deep inside you, your hand clawing at his back, enticing him to keep going. His groans and moans were echoing in your chest, when he bit down on your shoulder with a swift bite, drawing blood to the surface. The heel of his hand was gripping tightly your ass, moving your legs until they were locked at the ankle behind his back. You felt a renewal of pleasure as he moved your legs higher, visibly impossible for him to stop. His hips were sure to leave bruises on your own. Soon after, you met your end, in a blinding white light, clenching around him. Then he could not stop himself from rutting into you, leaving his seed deep inside you.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?”

The question was asked as if in pleading, praying the bubble you were in would not burst with its utterance. Eomer merely smiled, reassuring you. He grabbed your fingers, kissing your knuckles one after the other in a tender gesture.

“Both.”

His cheeky grin made you smile despite yourself. Your eyebrows rose of their own accord, not able to hide your surprise. Amused by his newly found confidence, you laughed and kissed him deeply, weaving your hand with his. When you tried to pull back, his teeth grazed your bottom lip, and a shiver ran down your spine, eyes wide open. The warmth you felt before, came again. You pulled yourself up and as you were laying on top of him, kissed him as deeply as you could. He did not stop you, his hands on your hips again, where you could feel the friction leaving him hard again. The power you had over him was so obvious. It would have been a crime not to use it to your advantage.

On instinct, a hand to the headboard to support yourself, you dragged your core up the length of him never looking away from his eyes. This new side of you was a pleasant surprise he was delighted to discover. A grunt and an insult passed his lips as the movement dragged down, before starting again, and again, and again. Seeing him willingly relent his control into your hands did things to you, you never thought yourself capable of. Abruptly, his grip on your hips tightened in a desperate gesture to stop your actions.

-…inside me.”

“As much as this is pleasant, I’d rather be…

It had rolled off your tongue so easily. Sultry tone and all. Eomer wondered how he would cope if you were to disappear from his life, taking all you were away from him. The answer never came as he snapped back to you, guiding you down on him. A soft whimper escaped your lips, your back arching into his skillful hands, while he kept on guiding you, the movement of your hips made him jerk upwards deeper into you. Making you cry out in pleasure was his new favourite thing to do, he believed it to his very core. The little sighs, your heaving chest, your hands clasped on his, right on the dips at your hips, the full-out cries, the whimpers, the way you felt as you desperately chased your climax, everything turned him on more and more with each passing minute. The worst part was the way you looked at him, with only desire dilating your pupils, adoration in your every movement when he pulled you down for a sloppy, messy, heated kiss. Forehead against his, your hips moving on instinct, the hot breaths shared between you, all of it turning feverish upon reaching the high you were seeking, before it all snapped, a heat leaking into you as he pushed deeper than before.

You stayed there, relieved, shivering in pleasure. He was still, inside of you, not willing to let you go just yet.

“Sleep now. We have all the time in the world, wife.”

You did not even bother to meet his eyes, as yours were already closing.

“No. I want to be pregnant. Now.”

Eomer laughed and it shook your whole body. Barely registering his kiss on your temple, you fell asleep as he had asked you to, in his arms, protected and content.

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Blessing: Eomer (LoTR) X Fem!Reader

A/n: this got super sappy super fast, sorry y'all. originally requested by @blabladuh Warnings: mentions of battle, gore, blood; implied smut; slight messing with the timeline; sappy fluff; not proofread Word Count: 4045

You unsheathed your sword in one swift, strong movement, the grating sound of steel on steel as the blade scraped against its scabbard. Your horse, Túrion, reared up on his hind legs as Saruman’s Warg-riders charged across the empty plain in front of you. You had only moments before their forces would smash against your company’s line. Turning back to face your comrades, you lifted your sword high into the cold, early dawn air. 

“For King, for country, for your families and homes!” You shouted as loudly as you could manage, hoping your voice carried over the sound of whinnying horses nervous for battle and the growing roar of the Wargs. The faces of the six dozen female warriors at your command – your swordsisters - broke into a unified scream. The battle cry echoed across the dusky plain, and you noted with a grimly satisfied smile that some of the foe balked at the sound. 

Túrion pulled sharply at the bit in his mouth, signaling to you his anxiousness for battle. You felt the same frenzied energy; it had been ricocheting through your bones ever since King Theoden had given you his begrudging permission to mount up and join the rest of the Rohirrim in guarding the citizens of Edoras as they made the dangerous march to the mountain keep at Helm’s Deep. Your nerves came partially from the knowledge that this was the only change you and your swordsisters had of proving your mettle to the rest of Rohan, and partially from knowing that, although you had the king’s blessing to fight, you distinctly did not have the blessing of his heir and your lover, Eomer. 

As another bloodthirsty cry erupted from the lines of mounted soldiers behind you, you gave Túrion his head, kicking him into a gallop as you thrust your blade high and forward, signaling the charge. 

“For Middle Earth!” The riders behind you echoed your call to arms as the company leapt to action. 

The sound of hundreds of hooves pounding into the frostbitten ground roared to life as your unit charged forward to meet the oncoming Warg-riders. Your mind slipped into a red haze of battle-fueled fury as your sword sliced through its first victim, then its next, and so on, until you and your sword were one and the same. 

* * * * *

The sun was high in the sky by the time you re-sheathed your sword. The muscles of your sword-arm shoulder screamed in relief as you let go of the weight of your blade. You swung down off Túrion’s saddle, examining your stallion’s wounds. Most were superficial cuts, but there was a deep gash cut into the meat of his left flank. Dark crimson blood stained his grey speckled coat, and he whinnied in protest as you gently prodded the rough edges of the wound. It would require cleaning and sewing, you decided, which meant you wouldn’t ride him for a few weeks while it healed. 

“My brave, brave boy,” you cooed at him tenderly as you moved to the front of his body, stroking his sweaty neck sweetly. You saw his eyes soften at the sound of your voice. You let your forehead fall forward to connect to his snout. He chuffed at you lovingly, rubbing his nose on you as if to reassure you he was alright. Túrion had been your horse for almost ten years, and he’d joined you in every battle you’d fought in so far. 

“It seems your horse fared better than you, my lady.” The voice behind you was reproachful but laced with relief. You smiled, ignoring the admonishment in Eomer’s words as you turned to face him. 

“Eomer,” you sighed dreamily, your voice misty with exhaustion as you let him envelop you with his arms. The layers of armor and chain mail and fighting leather between you left you unhappily separate from his reassuring warmth, but the knowledge that he – like you – had survived the Warg attack made you weak in the knees with joy. 

“You’re hurt, Y/n,” he mumbled gruffly against your hair as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead. 

You pulled back from him, puzzled. You hadn’t noticed any injuries during the battle, although it was very possible that adrenaline had dulled your awareness. 

“I am?” you replied in bewilderment. You lifted your arms gingerly, trying to feel for the injury more than look for it. There was an appalling amount of blood and sinew and entrails staining your armor; all of it from your enemies, you’d assumed, although Eomer seemed to disagree. 

“Your head,” he said by way of clarification. His expression was pained as he touched the side of your face up towards your right temple. Although his pressure was gentle, you noted a tenderness at his touch, and his fingertips were tacky with half-dried blood when he withdrew his hand. Your mind idly flicked through the memories of the battle, trying to identify when you’d been injured. You knew some of the Warg-riders dipped their blades in poison – usually the officers – and if the injury had come from one of them, you’d need to see an apothecary for the herbal antidote. You had a vague recollection of your helmet being knocked from your head by an errant arrow. As you tried to piece the memory together, you realized that the arrow must have sideswiped your skull, leaving a shallow albeit bloody gash there. 

“I’m fine, it was an arrow,” you sighed in relief as you gently ran your hand along the cut. It was narrow and straight – most certainly the work of an arrow rather than a blade. You saw Eomer’s shoulders visibly relax; his mind must have raced to the possibility of poison just as yours had. 

“Thank the Gods,” he breathed out, cupping your cheeks in both his hands as your foreheads connected. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you enjoyed the sound of his breathing syncing with yours. The sounds of the fading battle and dismounting riders around you faded into the back of your awareness as you let Eomer’s presence wash over you. 

When you finally drew back to meet his gaze, you saw the anger that he’d tamped down just long enough to ensure you’re safety flare to life in his honey-brown eyes. 

“What in the devil are you playing at, exactly?” he snarled accusatorily. You had to suppress a chuckle at his rage. He was the bravest man you knew, like one of the royal knights of old out of a children’s fairytale, but when it came down to you, his protective anger reminded you of an hissing, spitting kitten. You wanted nothing more than to pepper him with kisses and have him walk you to a nice, warm bath, although you knew that your doting affection would only enrage him further.

In an attempt to hide your smile, you turned back to Túrion, undoing his breast collar and easing the saddle off his back. 

“Whatever do you mean, my Lord?” Try as you might, you couldn’t quite extinguish the note of teasing in your sarcastic question. Eomer’s nostrils flared in response. He grabbed your upper arm, pulling you about to face him. His eyes were simmering, his handsome lips pursed so tightly they were white against his sun-tanned skin.

“You rode into battle knowing you didn’t have my blessing,” Eomer growled. He released your arm as a few of his men walked past, eyeing the two of you surreptitiously with sidelong glances. Your romance with Eomer was no longer a secret, although both of you tried to keep your personal affairs separate from your roles in Rohan’s military. 

“I had the King’s blessing,” you snapped back once his men were out of earshot. “Last I checked, the King’s blessing still outweighed yours, Lord of the Mark.” Using Túrion’s saddle as a buffer, you brushed past him, leading your horse by the bridle towards the line of soldiers pulling back from the corpse-riddled battlefield towards the shadowy mountains off the west, where the safety of Helm’s Deep thick stone walls awaited. You could practically feel the heat from Eomer’s gaze boring into the back of your head as you walked away. 

Let him burn himself out, you told yourself as part of your instincts yearned to turn back and make peace. You knew Eomer’s anger came from a place of protectiveness, and you loved him for his devotion. By the same token, you also wanted him to realize that a warrior’s blood pulsed through your veins. It wasn’t your fate to be a lady of Rohan’s court, waving embroidered handkerchiefs at him as he rode off into a glorious death in battle. Your fate was to ride out next to him and meet your enemies standing shoulder-to-shoulder with him. Like him, you would lay down your life to protect those you loved. You’d never dream of taking that away from him; and you expected him to give you the same latitude in return. 

Holding your chin high, you let your feet carry you away from him, eventually getting lost in the crowd. You’d be lying if you said your pride wasn’t a bit wounded that he didn’t chase you down, but he didn’t. Eomer was far too proud for that.

* * * * *

It wasn’t until nightfall that you reached Helm’s Deep. The adrenaline of battle had long worn off by then, and you were beginning to feel every bump and bruise covering your body. Based on the scattered reports you’d picked up on from the other unit commanders, you knew that the battle was far from over. Saruman’s main force was marching towards Helm’s Deep as you spoke. The Warg-riders had been little but a scouting force. You only hoped to have enough time to eat and, if the Gods were merciful, rest. 

Once you’d seen Túrion to the stables and tasked a stable hand with patching up his wound, you made your way towards the main hall of the keep. Theoden’s court had assembled there, and he’d ordered all of his unit commanders to adjourn there for a hot meal and battle strategy. Thankfully, your company had lost relatively few of its number, while others had sustained heavy losses. Despite the bone-deep fatigue that pulled at your eyelids, you forced yourself to stay keen to the king’s brief on his strategy for the coming conflict. Given that your company was still majority intact, you suspected that you’d be part of the castle’s main defensive force along the lower ramparts. 

It wasn’t purely exhaustion that threatened to pull your focus elsewhere; from across the dimly lit hall, you could see Eomer at his usual place to the king’s immediate left. His expression was somber, and you doubted that anyone noticed the slight groove between his eyebrows that betrayed his inner turmoil. But you knew his face the same way you knew the feel of breath in your lungs. You’d be able to feel his emotions in the dark. 

After the king dismissed the company leaders under strict instructions to rest as much as possible, you felt your feet automatically lead you up towards the head table where Theoden, Gamling, and Eomer sat together, their heads bowed as they continued to talk of strategy. Noticing your approach, Theoden smiled at you warmly and waved his nephew off.

Eomer protested his uncle’s dismissal, partially out of a sense of duty and partially to spite you, but Theoden would hear none of it. “Soldiers are never guaranteed another sunset, Eomer,” he chided his nephew sternly but not unkindly. “Don’t waste this one mulling over the details of tomorrow’s doom. Go. Be with your heart.” 

Theoden’s words touched you, and you bowed your head gratefully at him as Eomer rose with a sullen pout. As you turned to follow a very surly Eomer out of the hall, you swore you saw Theoden shoot you a conspiratorial wink. 

The walk to Eomer’s chambers was quiet, although not tense. There was an understanding between you two: despite your quarrel, both of you expected to spend the evening together. And although there were differences of opinion, you knew that you were secure in his affections, just as he knew the same of you. You and Eomer had been doing this dance for too long to let something so petty drive a wedge between you, especially on a night like tonight. You weren’t sure if it was your imagination, but at times you swore you felt the faintest tremor in the mountain that Helm’s Deep was cut into, a foreshadow of the unimaginable force marching your way. Theoden’s scouts had reported an army as large as ten thousand strong, pouring out of Isengard’s gates. The very notion of ten thousand was almost beyond your imaginings, and it pierced your heart with an unmuted terror. You knew Eomer felt it too - everyone did. 

Perhaps it was that shared terror that kept both of you silent as you entered Eomer’s chambers. He closed the door behind you softly, dismissing the guard who stood watch by the doorway. You’d only been to Helm’s Deep once before, but the chamber was exactly as you remembered. The court servants who had fled Edoras with the rest of the nobility had brought with them precious few luxuries, but among them were a pile of freshly laid towels, a bar of soap, and an array of candles spread throughout the room. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw steam rising from the simple, porcelain tub in the corner of the room. A warm bath was exactly what you needed right now. Sweat and dried blood from the morning’s battle had dried on your skin and in your hair. You weren’t a particularly vain person - your lifestyle hadn’t afforded you such luxuries - but you were not above enjoying a thorough soak and a soft bed to lay your head on at night. 

Without sharing a word, you and Eomer began removing your armor. Unlike earlier, where his anger hung around him like a stormcloud, his mood now moved in the direction of contemplative. You felt his gaze on your face as you lifted the heavy chainmail tunic you wore under your leather armor over your head. With the weight of your armor removed, your limbs felt loose and light. As you swung your dirty braid over one shoulder and began undoing the plaits, Eomer finally broke the silence. 

“I never get tired of seeing you like this, you know.” HIs voice was softer than you expected, and it caused your breath to snag in your chest. You lifted your eyes to him as you shook out the roots of your hair. His face was streaked with dirt from the fight, and there was a dark blue bruise that you hadn’t noticed earlier blooming under one eye. But beneath the grime and his week-old stubble, you saw a soft smile gracing his lips and a gentle light in his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Like what, my lord?” you replied teasingly as you unlaced the bottom layer of your armor - a heavy tunic made of quilted wool. The chill damp of the air felt delicious against your bare skin. You didn’t relish the idea of re-donning everything in just a few hours, especially given that you wouldn’t have time to wash the tunic or clean the plated armor, but for the moment it felt incredible to be rid of those putrid, heavy layers. 

“Undressed, in my chambers.” Eomer’s reply was somewhat muffled by the hem of his own tunic, which had snagged around his head while he was undressing. You laughed at the sight of the Lord of the Riddemark, future King of Rohan, half-naked with a dirty tunic wrapped around his neck. You stepped over to him and helped untie a few more laces at the neck of the tunic, easing his head through the opening and freeing him from the confines of the tunic at last. 

“Such language in front of a lady,” you replied mirthfully as Eomer gestured towards the tub. You accepted his invitation gratefully, stepping one foot into the warm water and then another. The bathwater turned grimy as you let your body sink beneath the surface of the bathwater, dipping your head back to wet your hair. 

From outside the tub, Eomer grabbed the bar of soap and wetted it before running it over your hair to form a lather. When he began rubbing your scalp with firm fingers, you let out an audible moan as you let your head lean back against the edge of the bath. 

He chuckled as you gave yourself over to the incredible sensation.

“I see no lady here,” he replied after a moment, earning a playful glare from you and a splash of bathwater in his direction. He dodged the blow easily, letting out a laugh of his own. 

“Your manners need work, my lord.” Your retort had little bite to it; you were too mesmerized by the patterns Eomer’s fingers wove against your scalp. Your eyelids fluttered closed as you let relaxation seep into every fiber of your body.

“No lady,” he continued, bending down until his beard tickled your ear. “Only a woman. My woman.” Your toes curled under the surface of the water as he dragged those last two words over the gravel in his voice. Sensing he’d plucked the right chord, Eomer chuckled proudly as he planted a kiss to the soft skin in front of your ear. You reached up to grab his hair and pull him to your lips, but he’d already withdrawn. Your eyes opened just in time to see him sink into the bath next to you, the water level rising dangerously close to the lip of the tub. Like you, he grunted in appreciation as the warmth of the water began to work out the kinks in his tired muscles. 

You allowed him to settle against the far edge of the bath before you moved towards him. He opened his arms in a well-rehearsed move, allowing you to settle between his strong thighs and lean back against his firm torso before wrapping you with his arms. Your head lolled back against his shoulder, his cheek coming to rest on your freshly rinsed hair. This was not the first time you had shared such intimacy with your lover; far from it, in fact. But, much like he had pointed out earlier, there was no dulling of affection between you two. Instead, you felt your feelings for him deepen with each passing day. 

As the two of you sat together in the cooling water, you traced absentminded circles over his forearm. Your gaze landed on the dancing flame of a nearby candle as you let your mind wander into a space just shy of sleep. You felt Eomer’s breath deepen against your back as he too relaxed into the quiet. 

After several minutes of companionable silence, you squeezed his arm to rouse him from his reverie.

“Do I have your blessing for the battle ahead, my lord?” Although you used the same playful tone you’d employed moments prior, the question was a serious one. You felt Eomer tense ever so slightly behind you as he considered his response. 

Sensing his hesitation, you pressed on.

“You know I will fight tomorrow, with or without it.” Eomer tensed further at your callous words, although both of you knew they were true. You let your tone soften as you added, “although I would feel all the better for it if I had your blessing.” 

He let out a soft sigh, shaking his head slightly. 

“Whatever did I do to find myself in love with a woman such as yourself?” Each of his words was drenched in devotion, and the sound of it made you curl against him as he squeezed you tightly. It wasn’t a direct answer, but you understood his meaning. His blessing wasn’t something to give or take away; you always had it. Eomer had known what you were long before he’d fallen into your bed, and you’d been certain not to soften those parts of yourself that found a home in battle just for his sake. 

“You are truly one of the lucky few,” you cooed back, relishing the sensation of him nuzzling down against the skin where your neck and shoulder connected. You reached a hand up behind you, lightly gripping the back of his head and encouraging him to let it hang gently against yours. He obliged, sighing contentedly as you began twirling strands of his hair around your fingers. 

“I swear to the Gods, y/n, sometimes I don’t know if you’re my salvation or my downfall.” His confession came with a distinct note of pain. You knew that pain well: it was the pain of loving a warrior. The pain of having to say a potential goodbye each time they rode into battle. The pain of subsuming the urge to protect him at any and every cost under the need to follow orders. It was the pain of frantically searching for an all-too familiar face amongst the bodies of the dead on a battlefield. It was a unique kind of pain, and one that both of you had known you’d always live with when you’d allowed yourselves to fall in love. 

You ignored the way the bathwater sloshed over the edge of the tub as you turned to face him. His eyes were misty as you cupped his handsome face in your hands, running your thumbs tenderly along his cheekbones. 

“Eomer… my love…” Before you could finish your thought, he pulled you against him, his lips meeting yours greedily. In an instant, you recognized the intention behind his kiss. A knot of desire began to coil in your stomach as your fingers tangled in his hair. He pressed his kiss down into your mouth harder, and you felt the mingling of fear, pride, devotion, and love in behind that pressure. Your chest bloomed with heat as the kiss deepened. Suddenly, Eomer rose from his seated position and stepped out of the bath, his muscles tensing enticingly with the quick, agile movement. Bending down to lace an arm under your legs and one behind your back, he lifted you quickly from the now tepid, grimy water. He carried you to the bed with a purposeful heat simmering in his eyes, making that knot in your stomach tighten further as butterflies began to take flight in your lungs. He laid you on the soft blanket, his arms coming to frame your shoulders as he settled his body over top yours, caging you in between his flexed biceps. Just before his mouth met yours again, you lifted a finger and pressed it to his lips. He froze, his eyes on you with curiosity and a hint of frustration. 

“Your blessing, Eomer,” you said breathily, trying to tamp down your own impatience. “I want your blessing.” It had never felt important before, but the longer your mind lingered on the battle ahead, the more compelled you felt to hear those words. 

His honey brown eyes danced with delight as you withdrew your finger, allowing him to speak freely. He didn’t hesitate.

“You have it.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“You have my blessing always.” Another kiss at the corner of your mouth. 

“Today.” Your jawline. “Tomorrow.” Your collarbone. “For all of your days.” Your shoulder. “And all of mine.” Back to your lips. 

Your heart seized in your chest as the tenderness of the moment bewitched you. Eomer hovered over you, each of you basking in each other’s gaze for another heartbeat. You saw the tender light in his eyes turn molten just as your own mind turned back to the needs of your body. 

“Now, my lady,” he whispered. “Allow me to show you exactly how much of this lord’s blessing you’ve earned.” He dove down to kiss at the now cleaned skin above your breasts, earning a delighted cry from you as you let your eyes flutter close. 

Somewhere in the darkness covering Rohan, an army ten-thousand strong marched closer; but for that moment, your love chased away the dark…

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Pippin

Frodo

Sam

THE HOBBIT ⬇️

Thranduil

Fili

Kili

Thorin

Bofur

Beorn

BALDURS GATE ⬇️

Astarion

Halsin

Gale

Dammon

STARDEW VALLEY ⬇️

Sam

Shane

Elliot

Sebastian

Harvey

Alex

. The things I write::

SMUT! oo la la ~ 🥵

ANGST! ouch... ❤️‍🔥

HURT/COMFORT! cuddles.. ❤️‍🩹

FLUFF! kisses? 💗

I do mostly f!reader BUT if you'd like I can do gender neutral! Reader too!

Have fun reading ✨

#eddie munson x reader #spencer reid x reader #luke alvez x reader #derek Morgan x reader #steve Harrington x reader #aaron hotch x reader #bo burnham x reader #bofur x reader #kili x reader #fili x reader #thorin x reader #thranduil x reader #dan avidan x reader #astarion x reader #halsin x reader #beorn x reader #legolas greenleaf x reader #eomer x reader #sdv elliot x reader #sdv shane x reader #sdv harvey x reader #sdv alex x reader #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv sam x reader

[swanmaids]

fic writer questions - thanks for the tags, @grey-gazania @curufiin and @thelordofgifs! Sorry that it took so long.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 51, though one is a compilation of unrelated short pieces.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 89,680

3. What fandoms do you write for? At present just Silm and Lotr, but I'm hoping to participate in Yuletide this year and thinking about The Handmaiden, Hustlers, Swan Lake, and The Wolf Den as potential fandoms to offer

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

spirited away (outsider pov legolas/gimli)

post mortem (clinical/epistolary post-second kinslaying)

it takes a village (5+1 SoF and celebrimbor)

the straight road (epistolary legolas/gimli)

the stones wept (orpheus and eurydice au legolas/gimli)

It seems like my most popular pieces are L/G or sons of Feanor. And they ARE fun to write about, so I'm not complaining!

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes. But sometimes it takes an embarrasingly long time. Because I suck.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? haven (everyone dies) sister sister (everyone dies) if our deed faileth (everyone dies) woe unto worlds end (everyone dies)

Sensing a theme.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? coastin' (Elwing gets her pussy ate by her sexy husband and has an orgasm)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Lol I'm not relevant enough for that.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes lol. I'm not sure what's meant by "what kind", but I've done F/F, M/M, F/M, F/M/M, M/F/F/F/F and a fairly big variety of kinks so like... most kinds?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No, and I'm not a huge reader of them, although I long for a Silm/Succ crossover

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! The lovely @camille-lachenille translated see it fall, child of war into French. You can read it here.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No. I write very slowly and erratically, which I don't think would be fair to any potential cowriter.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Legolas/Gimli is a long term otp and one couple where I really can't see either side with anyone else (if they want to invite Aragorn or Eomer to join for a night I'm not opposed). Elwing and Earendil is another couple that I feel the same about (and I'm also defensive of them as a couple and genuinely see them as an example of some of Tolkien's most romantic writing). I also really like Celegorm/Orome for being basically perfect for my id.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Eeeh. I'm really trying not to officially throw in the towel on any of my wips. It's just taking me a long time...

16. What are your writing strengths? Can I say smut? I think I'm quite good at setting, food, and clothing descriptions too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Any plot that's more complicated than "emotion in space" or "dick in hole". Also actually DOING the writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I used to do it much more than I currently do. Now I feel like it breaks the flow of the story.

19. First fandom you wrote for? LOTR.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I've said it before but I was really pleased with how one of your girls came out and have reread it a couple of times since publishing. Actually I think I got some writers block after publishing it because I feel like I can't surpass it lol.

This was fun to do! I'm very late to the party so I think most people have been tagged, but if anyone else wants to do it then please go ahead and say I tagged you.

#tag game

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Upload shenanigans for June 2022

Howdy doody dear readers!

After much agony and great struggle I’ve finished with the June posts and the reading list for the month is:

LOTR / The Hobbit Imaginings  (In no particular order)

Something Sad:

 🍂 Kili x Reader : "The final letter” 

Something sweet:

🍂 Haldir x Reader : “The Marchwarden and the Princess” 

 🍂 Thranduil x Reader: “Head over feet"

Things that are all hot and spicy (Minors DNI) :

 🍂 Legolas x Reader: "Fireflies in the garden" 

🍂 Éomer x Reader:   “Stormclouds over the Riddermark”

A world of whimsy original  (Minors DNI)

🍂 “Tales of the Four Kings” The first part of four erotic one-shots featuring the reader and inspired by four kings of the tarot deck.

Part 1 :

The King of Wands x Reader : "Under the summer sun"

The King of Swords x Reader : "Kneel"

Reader insert requests are open.

P.s. 

July will be all about the ladies! And based on certain cards of the tarot deck.

Namárië

#lotr imagine #thranduil #thranduil imagine #thranduil x reader #legolas imagine #legolas x reader #legolas smut #haldir imagine #haldir x reader #tarot inspired #tarot x reader #tarot #writeblr #eomer x reader #eomer imagine #eomer smut #smut #original oneshot

[heilith]

Hey and welcome to my Masterlist! :) I won’t make any special warnings, except, perhaps, that I’m a pretty adult user and things I write can be adult, too. So, 18+, read at your own risk. Other than that, you’re heartily invited to partake in my fandom insanity. 

I mostly write for LOTR and The Hobbit, with very rare exceptions.

                                                  Thorin, Fili, Kili

Imagine Thorin cupping your face between his hands gently and revealing to you his worries that he’s too old for you.

Just a name - Imagine Thorin walking in of very intimate encounter between you, Fili and Kili. Kili x Fili x Reader smut, Thorin. 

The Anchor - Imagine Thorin trying to wake you up from a coma after BOTFA, saying “I love you” for the first time.

Shipping you shipping me - Imagine the company shipping you and Thorin.

Diamond - Imagine having the ability to communicate telepathically with Thorin, usually discussing details about the quest, and one night he confesses his thoughts about wanting to make slow, long, passionate love to you.

For Sore Eyes - Imagine watching the sunset with Thorin.

Up Here - Imagine Fili being so happy that you’re a human, because his face is on the same level with your breasts. Not that he doesn’t like your face or eyes, but boobs are boobs, and he’s obsessed with yours. 

Lost in Translation - Imagine Thorin trying to tell you that he wants some action.

Grey in the Night  - Imagine holding hands with Thorin as you walk through Erebor’s tunnels and caves.

Butterflies - Imagine Kili kissing you for the first time

No-name Kili fluff, under 500 words, absolutely no plot. :)

For Heroes Only - Imagine messing around with Fili’s knives, accidentally hurting yourself, and him giving you a bit of a scolding + Imagine everyone having an apple pie, but making Fili a cherry pie just for him, because the apples make him sick.

Treasure - Not all mistakes are evil, Thorin x reader, for the Kiss-kiss challenge

Kiss-kiss challenge - quick requested kisses from Kili, Fili, Eomer, Thorin, Sherlock. Nothing serious, pure fun. :) Some are reblogged from the requesters, ‘cause I’d submitted them. 

Collaborations with Averil-of-Fairlea:

Truth or Dare - Imagine the Company not knowing what a thong is

A Little More Boldness - Imagine kissing Thorin’s happy trail. 

A Bad Influence - Imagine Thorin catching you skinny dipping with Fili & Kili, and being angry with you for corrupting his nephews but secretly he wants you for himself.  + A Bad influence, Part 2  - Imagine Thorin throwing you over his shoulder, because you’re being too stubborn.  

Of Sacks and Snacks -  Imagine having to share a sack with Kili because the mountain Trolls didn’t have enough.

A Heart Adrift - Thorin x Reader, minor Fili x Reader, a tale of betrayal, and jealousy, and eventual happy endings. :)

                                                      Thranduil

All my love - Imagine being Thranduil’s wife and seeing him after he comes back from battling fire drakes. You see his scarred face for his first time. Instead of being repulsed, you smile sadly and tell him you love him just as much as the day you married him; and you show him just that.

Goodnight - Imagine Thranduil comforting you during a storm and you’re afraid of thunder and lightning.

Hushaby - Imagine being so busy with what you’re working on that you haven’t slept in days. Your husband, Thranduil, find you passed out on a pile of your work and carries you to bed.

Flash Fiction Writing challenge. Really angsty.

Enough - Imagine Thranduil pressing a soft kiss to your baby bump.

No Time for Love - Who dares disobey the King and get away with it? 

Where now - Implied Thranduil. Who doesn’t like a bit of a foreplay?

                                                   Boromir, Faramir

Good Intentions - Imagine slipping a love potion to Boromir.

Touchy Feely - Imagine caressing Boromir’s beard.

Imagine distracting Faramir, playing footsie with him during a dinner with Denethor.

Imagine stepping out of the shower, and Boromir wrapping a soft towel around your shoulders.

A keepsake - The reader (an elf) gives Boromir her old ring as a gift, made too early to hold any kind of magic, but also too early to be tainted by any kind of darkness. A gift for a king, or a lover.

Summer snow - Faramir and Sam share a friendly drink. :) A bit of Faramir x Eowyn.

Now - A slightly angsty alone time in Lothlorien, for the prompt “Have you no regrets?”, Boromir x reader

Three of swords - When temptations are stronger than reasoning, and the future is unclear, Boromir x reader.

Two is Too Much -  Imagine being a member of the Fellowship and after the Ring quest, half the Fellowship wants to set you up with Faramir and the other half wants you to pick Boromir.

What You Wish For -  Imagine Faramir always kissing your hand as he’s greeting you, and while you think it’s just a court formality, he can hardly wait for another chance to do it.

Touch Me Not - A wedding night with a reluctant bride, no smut, just fluff. Boromir x reader

Night by Night - Bed sharing with Boromir with a bit of a twist, for the Fluff Bingo challenge. 

Jealous Boromir is jealous , but the reader is oblivious. A short something for the Boromir x jealousy warmup request. 

Collaboration with Averil-of-Fairlea: Into the Light - Imagine Boromir finally confessing his love for you + Imagine Boromir buying a beautiful dress for you.

                                                             Eomer

Friends in Need - Imagine helping Eomer out of his armor after the Battle of Pelennor Fields.

Collaboration with Averil-of-Fairlea: In the Eyes of the Fallen - Imagine being part of the Fellowship and Eomer seeing you for the first time after the Battle of Helm’s Deep, finding himself unable to look away from you.

Collaboration with Averil-of-Fairlea: In Plain Sight (Sequel to In the Eyes of the Fallen) -  Imagine Aragorn trying to set you up on a date with Eomer.

                                                             Legolas

Too close -  Imagine Legolas proposing to you during the Feast of Starlight

Of stars and silence -  Imagine lying next to Legolas and looking up at the stars.

Feel me - Imagine getting stuck in a small place with Legolas and being able to feel exactly how much fun he’s having.

                                                              Lindir 

Appearances - Imagine your first meeting with Lindir + Appearances 2, Unveiled, Undone

A Stand In:

Part 1. Imagine being Elrond’s daughter and him betrothing you to Lindir.  + 1 Deleted scene

Part 2. Imagine letting Lindir have his way with you.

Part 3. Imagine Rivendell being attacked, and Lindir taking an arrow for you, knowing it’s all he can do to save you, since he’s poor at combat. (Blood, violence)

Part 4 - Epilogue  Minor mentions of blood.

Sing my soul - It’s Lindir who is sung to, for a change.

Bottled Up - Imagine finding out that Lindir has never been kissed. The Unexpected Collaboration Challenge (THAUC22), for the prompt “Musical bards and their heroic muses”

A Way to Wake Up - Breakfast in bed with Lindir, for Sweet and Spicy Bingo

                                                           Haldir

Autumn hands - Imagine avoiding touching Haldir, because your hands are almost always cold, but he actually loves the feeling of them on his skin after a tiring day.

With a kiss - Imagine being a healer and saving Haldir after the battle of Helm’s deep only for him to fall in love with you. A sort of a prequel for “Autumn hands”

A Dream or True - “I heard you talking in your sleep”, Haldir x reader

Loss and Gain - a hug from the Marchwarden to fix a bad day.

                                         Orophin, Gil-Galad, Elrond

A Life to Spare - Imagine Gil-galad giving up immortality for his human lover.

Sing, Princess - Imagine Haldir’s brother Orophin enjoying your stories and the sound of your voice.

In Your Arms - Trust and comfort is all that is about. Elrond x reader.

In The Middle - Sometimes things are not that simple. Elrond x reader, Lindir x reader

                                                           Bofur, Dwalin

Imagine being afraid to tell Bofur that you love him, then finding out he feels the same.

Thing of Beauty -  Love is the eyes of beholder.Bofur x reader (This one is Adult)

Who comes uncalled -  Imagine a young Dwalin sneaking away to Dale to catch up with a pretty human lass.  

                                                 Bard the Bowman

Imagine being the daughter of the Master of Laketown and having a secret relationship with Bard. (Adult)

                                                           Smaug

  Dragon’s share - (as requested) An AU, where Thranduil is an incredibly famous actor, falling for his equally famous co-star, loving for from afar and preparing to wait for her, when he knows how happy she is with one of the best actors in Hollywood - Human!Smaug of all people. Modern settings, mature.

                                                      Not Tolkien

Loki:

For the Mercy - Imagine Loki letting you braid his hair. Loki x reader

The Labyrinth (1986):

Haunted - Sarah finds herself a pester against her will. But is it unwelcome? And who is behind it? A Jareth x Sarah reunion, rated Mature

The header and the dividers are taken from Saradika

[rewritethisstxry]

Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.

At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.

Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

MINORS DNI. Due to the nature of potential content, only 18 and older are allowed.

Characters || Rules || Masterlist || Slasher/horror writing blog : @slxsherwriter

What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius

DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry

Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett

Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith

What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield

Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent

Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley

Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper

Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)

Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)

Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer

#fandom imagines #fandom writing #dc comics #marvel #sons of anarchy #lord of the rings #what we do in the shadows #pacific rim #resident evil #Ted lasso #walking dead #stranger things #good omens #obscure characters #obscure writings

[monstersandmaw]

I just devoured your Winter and Violet story (and the adjacent Brenn the gnoll story) and adored it. Loved learning more and more about Winter and had my curiosity piqued at the moment when they first touched and felt some kind of shock.

It was left at a bit of an odd ending though. The smut was a lovely bonus, but there wasn’t really any resolution about the romantic situation between them. Did you ever plan to write more?

Glad to hear you enjoyed Brenn the gnoll, and Winter and Violet's story.

With Winter and Violet, I wanted to explore the buildup to their relationship and watch them get the measure of each other over time without actually committing yet, and then for the dance and its aftermath to be the beginning of their proper relationship. Given that it was already nearly 10k words, I didn't take it further. Sorry you felt unsatisfied with that ending though.

I didn't really plan to write anything else for them, since their story was already a spin-off from Brenn's. All I did was that one modern AU chapter. I was on a bit of a Fae kicker at the time, which has since passed. Never say never, but don't trust to hope... as Eomer says in Two Towers!

#fae x human #fae #character with scars #gnoll

[sotwk]

Status as of 9/25/23: OPEN FOR REQUESTS.

Fandoms I write for: Exclusively Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit (book and PJ movies). The Silmarillion is just too far above my writing level, and Rings of Power conflicts too frequently with my headcanons.

Characters I write for: I’m generally open to most LOTR/Hobbit canons, but I have greatest interest in the following:

Elves: Thranduil, Legolas, Elrond, Haldir, Lindir Dwarves: Thorin, Fili Men: Boromir, Eomer OCs: Princes Mirion, Turhir, Arvellas, and Gelir Thranduilion

Romantic Pairings I accept requests for:

LOTR/Hobbit Male Canon x Female Reader or OC

Thranduil x OC Elvenqueen Maereth

OC Thranduilion Prince x Female Reader or OC

Elrond x Celebrian (my favorite canon pair)

Genres:

For Romance: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining.

For Gen Fics: Brotherhood Action and Fluff are my absolute favorite. I love Adventures and Drama involving Family and Friends.

Ratings I write: Ranges from General Audience to Teen; may go up to borderline Mature, but I do not write Explicit/Smut.

How to Submit a Request: 

Use my Ask box to make your request. State your chosen character and/or pairing, and include any details and preferences, such as a specific story, event, time period/age you would like me to tackle, or additional characters you would like me to include.

If you are submitting your Ask in relation to a writing event / prompt list I posted, please say so.

Only one request per message/ask, please! However, hit that Ask button as many times as you’d like.  

Anonymous requests are always welcome!

Please also be reminded that:

My Fic/HC Requests are always open. However, it will likely take a long time for me to write your story. I cannot guarantee a delivery time.

There is no "first come, first served" line. I work on whatever I'm inspired to write for the day. I jump around a lot--that's how my brain works.

Please only make a request if you can understand that I am a slow writer, and you are willing wait indefinitely for me to complete your fic.

If, for whatever reason, I know that I cannot fulfill your request, I will let you know immediately. I will never just ignore or delete a request.

You can always send me follow up Asks or Messages regarding your requests; I don't mind this at all!

Every fic I write is a special, custom gift from me to you. I do this for free, using whatever spare time and energy I can scrounge up. The only thing I ask for is your patience--and hopefully a Like or Reblog when the time comes!

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

Fanfiction Masterlist

Headcanon Masterlist

#sotwk #thranduil oropherion #king of mirkwood #king thranduil #thranduil headcanon #the hobbit #lotr #lotr fanfic #legolas fanfiction #sons of the woodland king #lotr elves #original work #the lord of the rings #fanfiction requests #lotr requests