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intoxicated-chan · 4 months

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𝐈𝐭❜𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐮𝐭!

Summary ➳ When you and the rest decide to sneak up on an Orc camp, you receive an injury. You believe you can handle it yourself but Legolas thinks otherwise.

(A/n) ➳ I AM SO SORRY! Tumblr ended up deleting the request but I remember it but not all of it so forgive me if this isn’t what you wanted. If it isn’t then don’t hesitate to shoot a message or request again!! I also learned that apparently the Fellowship traveled at night and slept during the day. I seriously did not know that until today.

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Content Warnings ➳ Gender Neutral Reader, description of violence, blood, death, stitching, blood loss, angst-to-fluff…

“There must be some other way.” Legolas uttered to Boromir. “You cannot believe that sending (Y/n) out to assassinate the Orcs is the best solution.”

“She won’t be alone, Aragorn will be there with them.” Boromir replied. “The two of them will attack from above while we attack from below.” He drew his sword, walking closer to the Orc that was alone. He was swift with it, moving behind the Orc and slitting its throat. “See? Wasn’t that hard.”

You took a deep breath as you aimed your bow, you kept your focus on the leader. You could see from the corner of your eye Aragon sneaking up on the other two. You knew he was waiting on your signal and he would wait however long, but you were all on a strict time.

Another deep breath and- “Hey!” You shouted out of instinct, Legolas’s arrow went through the Orc’s head, killing him but you brought attention to yourself.

You jumped down from the tree and quickly nocked, drew, aimed, and released at one Orc that was reaching for its weapon. You swerved past another arrow, more flying past your head until you took cover over a giant rock.

Before you could nock another arrow, an Orc came from behind, grabbing your arms to throw you against the ground. You rolled when he attempted to stab you, dodging more swings until you managed to kick his sword away.

He charged at you, taking your knife that was strapped to your leg, and used it against you. You used your bow to block a couple of slashes until he fell to the ground. Instead of standing, he got onto his knees and managed to stab you in your thigh.

You let out a scream but in return, you shot an arrow through his head. Your breathing staggered as your hand wrapped around the knife and slowly pulled it out and then covered it with terrible bandaging.

“(Y/n)!” Legolas popped up a few seconds later. “I heard you scream.”

“I believed I twisted my ankle.” You covered your wound with your as best as you could, smiling through the pain.

“Let me help you.” Legolas took your hand, helping you walk to the rest of the group. Luckily, your cloak covered your bleeding wound and your dark pants were enough to hide the blood seeping out. “We just have a couple more hours before daylight.”

Like Legolas said, Aragorn finally decided that it was time to rest. “We will set out when it becomes dark.” He told you all before he started to set up his makeshift bed.

Legolas looked over your ankle, looking closely and pressing against it, looking back at you for a reaction. “It doesn’t seem to be twisted, but it may be strained. You have been jumping a lot, and might have happened when your footing was incorrect.”

You could practically feel the sweat running down your forehead. “Does it seem bad?”

Legolas smiled, his usual smile that was beaming with kindness. “No, the pain should fade later. Are you in pain or hurt anywhere else?”

“No, no, thank you.” After Legolas joined Aragorn, chatting. It wasn’t long before it was just murmurs among the Fellowship. Sam and Frodo were cooking together, Gimli was most likely perched up against a tree sleeping, but you didn’t know about the rest.

You were farther into the forest, a needle and thread in your hand. You placed a thick piece of fabric in between your teeth and bit down, you used your other hand to keep the gash close together so you could stitch it.

You let out a strained cry as you attempted to stitch your wound yourself but it was difficult due to your vision blurring. You didn’t know how long you were out here, so focused on closing your wound that you didn’t hear branches breaking or leaves crunching.

“You’re hurt.” Legolas’s voice broke you out of your concentration. You could see the panic in his eyes, he kneeled by your side, taking the needle from you and moving your hand from your thigh. “And you’re doing it incorrectly. You’re hurting yourself more.”

He used his other hand to pull a container of water, and flushed out your wound. “How did you get this? And when?”

“Just a couple hours ago.”

“And you’ve been bleeding this entire time?” Legolas’s voice was filled to the brim with regret, like he was ashamed of himself. He carefully threaded the thread into your skin, making sure it wasn’t too tight or too loose.

You took out the cloth from your mouth. “Look Legolas, I’m still alive and well.” You tried to ease him. “I’ll be alright, I’m okay.”

“I should’ve known, you have been moving slower, as well as your reaction time.” He acknowledged. Once he finished stitching your wound, he poured water again to wash out the rest of the dried blood.

He helped you to your feet, throwing your arm over his shoulder and an arm around your waist. He moved at a slow pace back to camp, everyone was now asleep, save it for Aragorn who just watched you both silently.

He helped you lay down. “I’ll be fine.” You repeated yourself, it felt like the hundredth time.

Legolas shook his head. “Please, do not hide anything. You shouldn’t be silent about these kinds of things.”

As if waking up very early in the morning couldn’t be any better, Orcs have seemed to find you all. You had a feeling that they were stalking you all, waiting for the moment to attack. You used your bow instead of your sword, making sure none of the Orcs came close to the Hobbits.

An Orc charged at you. You dodged the first couple of swings but not the kick to the leg, making you kneel and it felt like the stitches broke.

You screamed as you used your arrow to stab it into the Orc’s shoulder. Legolas’s arrow came from behind and slew the bastard and Merry came to your side to help you stand.

“Run into the forest!” Boromir shouted, blocking the sword coming down at him. “Go! Quickly!”

Merry helped you speed through the forest. You suddenly felt sick, like you wanted to pass out. But it wasn’t long before the Orcs gave up the chase and Merry sat you against a tree.

“They’re bleeding!” Merry alerted the rest of the Fellowship.

Legolas dropped in front of you, pushing your hands away from the wound. “I need a needle and thread.” He said, more like demanded. “Or a cloth to stop the bleeding.”

Aragorn ripped a piece of his shirt and handed it to Legolas, he snatched it and was quick to tie it around your wound. “I’ll need some herbs, in case the wound becomes infected.” Sam shuffled through his bag. “Luckily you should be able to walk but not run.”

You swore under your breath. “It seems the Orcs are watching us at all times.” You looked up at Aragorn. “What do we do?” You asked him.

“There may be another camp nearby.” Aragorn replied. “Boromir, Legolas, we need to search.”

“Someone should stay and protect the Hobbits.”

“Gimli is here and (Y/n) still has the strength to use their bow.”

“But what if they need to retreat? What will happen then?” Legolas still pressed, wanting to remain by your side. “We cannot put the Hobbits at risk, especially the ringbearer.”

“Gimli will be here, just go with them.” You told him.

“I will not.”

Aragorn was too annoyed to even put up an argument anymore. “Let us go then.”

When they were out of sight, you pushed his shoulder slightly. “What was that?” You asked him, confused out of your mind.

“Someone must be here to protect the Hobbits-”

“I know that, it would’ve been fine. They are taking care of the camp, the Orcs won’t be nearby to bother us.” You once again tried to explain to him. “What is going on with you? Are you still feeling guilty?”

“No-”

“Doesn’t seem like that.” Your breathing hitched as you attempted to stand.

Legolas grabbed your warm to stop you. “You cannot be moving at the moment. Give yourself time to relax.”

“It’s just a small cut!”

“A cut that could’ve killed you.”

You huffed. “What is going on with you Legolas?”

“Becoming reckless is one thing but hiding a serious injury that could have killed you is another. It makes me worry, it makes me question if you have more injuries you’ve hidden.”

“Look, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about the wound. I didn’t think that it would mean so much for you.” You admitted.

“I worry, I worry every single day, every fight, during the night and during the daybreak. Will the morrow be the day where someone or something takes you from me?” His hand grazed over your wound. “I just want to know I’ve done everything and anything.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized again.

“Just promise me, I do not care how small it is or how big, please do not hesitate to ask for help.”

You nodded. “I promise.”

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master-muffinn · 1 month

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Lord of the rings X druid!reader headcanons

Legolas x reader, Thranduil x reader, Gandalf x reader (platonic), Merry/Pippin x reader (platonic), Elanor x reader.

Legolas

🧚‍♀️ Legolas is very curious and excited! He wants to know EVERYTHING about you and what you can do!

🧚‍♀️ But he finds the fact that you can turn to different kinds of animals the most interesting, and asks you a lot of questions about every animal you can transform too.

“Y/n what is that for an odd creature?”

“It’s a seastar”

“A STAR!??” 🤩

🧚‍♀️ Asks you if he can touch you in your animal forms. He lights up with happiness when you say ‘yes’ and touches you with utmost care and curiosity.

🧚‍♀️ Loves carrying you around in your smaller forms. If you turn to a snake he’ll put you around his neck like a necklace, a bird on his head or any other animal that can be on his shoulders.

🧚‍♀️ When the fellowship was in the snowy mountains and while the others had to walk in the deep snow, you were a little mouse in Legolas warm pocket. Not needing to do anything and Legolas didn’t need to worry about your safety. Win-win.

Thranduil

“I thought the druids died out for 4000 years ago, guess i was wrong”

🍷 Like Legolas he is very much interested but in a more calmer and quieter way. He also likes the animal shapes more.

🍷 He likes when you turn to a little bird and sit on his shoulder whenever he goes to different places.

🍷 LOVES when he sits on his throne and you turn to a smaller animal and sit on his large hand and put your tiny paws on his fingers- the king has heart eyes. 😍 (yes you are his pet now lol) And he totally would feed you grapes too.

🍷 Other than that he also likes your plant and flower abilities. He has left the garden's beauty to you and it is shining more beautifully than it ever has since you came into his life- or perhaps it is just (amazing) you who has grown beautiful and colorful flowers in his heart❤.

🍷 And of course he will try out some of your abilities in the bedroom 😉

Gandalf

🧙‍♂️ Sorry Frodo, Sorry Bilbo, y/n is his number one favorite friend now!

🧙‍♂️ He is very fascinated over your elemental abilities. Wind, water, fire, plants/trees? “What can you do?”

🧙‍♂️ Gandalf would try (hard) to not sound too eager and excited when you show him. But he can’t help but smile and laugh when you make a phoenix appear out of the fire.

🧙‍♂️ Might show you his ‘magic’ if you ask nicely and you will inspire one another.

🧙‍♂️ If you have any difficulties with your training and elemental controlling he will give you advice and guidance with what he knows.

🧙‍♂️ Gandalf wouldn't mind if you join him for a while on his journey. He greatly enjoys your company.

Merry/Pippin

🤡 Oh no! OH NOOO! Gandalf will pray to god ... .PLEASE DON’T LET THE WORLD END!!

🤡 When they learn what you are, they will storm you with questions. They will drag you with them for every little prank and misery they are planning.

“Y/n, can you turn to bird and poop on someone's hea-” (pippin)

“No!”

“Can you poop in someones drin-”

“No!”

“Can you-”

“ENOUGH WITH THESE POOP REQUESTS!!!!”

🤡 If you meet on the ring quest, they will ask you to turn to a larger and fluffy animal, like a bear so they can sleep with (on) you on cold nights (like the bear in jungle book? Yes!) Boromir will get jealous because you stole his children. 😢

Elanor Brandyfoot

🐌 The others don't trust you and don't want you around until you show them how quickly you can turn seeds to flowers.

🐌 Elanor will try to calm them down and talk to them so they don’t ‘use’ you for their ‘food greed’.

🐌 You two will have a contest of who is quickest to fill a bucket with berries, buuut of course Elanor wins.

“Looks like ya powers weren't able to outmatch me!”

🐌 She loves to see your abilities and is very happy that others like you too and have accepted you to the group, but she gets a little jealous when you get too much attention because she wants to be alone with you too!

🐌 She loves the evenings when things have been calming down and laying under the stars with her head on your (larger) animal form. Petting you is very calming for her and she mostly falls asleep like that with you.

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it! 💖

Post made by me, @master-muffinn

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marsconer · 1 year

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writing lord of the rings fanfic is like. *has three versions of how an event goes* *goes into research tangent on folklore and anthropology* * cries about it* it’s what tolkien would have wanted.

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shirefantasies · 2 months

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The Hobbits With a F!Human Crush

Definitely not the last of this concept you’ll see from me 😉 Tagging @possibly-in-wonderland along with my usual list @kilibaggins @fuckyoumakeart @lokilover476 | let me know if you wanna join!

Frodo

✧ You serve as a living, breathing symbol of his curiosity, his desire for knowledge and exploration, something new that he wants so badly it all but takes the breath from him.

✧ The way you fall in love with Bag End, unbothered, no, charmed, by the quaint yet elegant hobbit hole as your eyes light up has Frodo’s heart doing somersaults. “You like it?” “Like it? Why, Frodo, you are as lucky as anyone! I wish I lived here!” He’s a bit too shy to say it, but a little voice peeking from the corners of Frodo’s mind says that that could be arranged.

✧ You’ve been places he could only dream of, and he wants to hear every story, enraptured with a hand upon his chin and blue eyes wide at your every word.

✧ Whenever you bend down to whisper in his ear, his entire mind shuts down and a smile creeps across his lips like you’ve never seen before.

✧ Flushes brightly when you pull him protectively against your chest, but enjoys the dangerous race of his heart at your hand upon him more than he would have thought possible.

✧ And when you first kiss him, giving him that gentle but still quite strong tug up into your lips at his confession and tangling your fingers in his dark hair, it's like his chest is about to explode.

Sam

✧ A bit down on yourself thinking someone like you wouldn’t like someone like him, at least not like that.

✧ Regardless, it changes not his kindness and devotion towards you. Despite your size difference, Sam is the one to step forward between you and danger, throwing an arm across from you and not registering or sharing in your amusement until the threat is neutralized.

✧ His heart practically slammed out of his chest when he told you about all the rabbits in the Shire, including one couple he’d seen where the male was with a much larger female. “That’s so cute,” you’d remarked, a hand idly brushing his arm as it lowered, “I love that.” Sam could hardly speak for the next minute or so.

✧ You asked him once if people remind him of flowers or if that's just you, and without even thinking Sam said sunflowers. Not only because of their height, he replies with a blush after you tease him, but the way they bring joy to all who see them and everybody wants them around.

✧ Trips over his words when you focus your gaze down upon him, suddenly feeling warm beneath the intent stare.

✧ And when you take his hand, looking him right in the eyes again as you tell him just how much he means to you, why he snaps completely, pulling up to his full height to connect your lips.

Merry

✧ He takes you, quite frankly, as a challenge- not one given in scorn, but as the rush of the latest charge or act of mischief, the exhilaration of risking oneself for moments of the greatest good.

✧ Bold as he is, Merry isn't afraid to let you know how beautiful he thinks you are, calling you fair and strong and every compliment in the book to cheer you up and bolster your courage.

✧ Attempts to prove himself to you thrill him, too, the way you take him on as an equal to spar and spend your time teaching him. The way you let him overtake you, standing over you with triumph and giving a smirk that runs a shiver down his spine.

✧ He goes to you first for things; in his eyes you can do anything and he trusts you to take his concerns seriously. It could be something small like a question or repair or a a heavier matter like a deep discussion, but whatever it is it will be with you.

✧ Makes up the occasional tall tale about his prowess back home, making himself out to be quite the hero or his home a far more fantastical place. Just to see what you believe. Even though you giggle at his mock-heroic deeds and teasingly debunk his tales, you make it clear in your treatment of him that you do believe he can do anything.

✧ Shock blooms across your face and thrums in your heart at the wince cutting Merry’s face when he accidentally confesses his feelings to you, but it is quickly overtaken by a smile as you cup his face in your hands to return his affection and then some.

Pippin

✧ Nothing can tear him from your side, not a word of concern from others, not a single hardship- when his mind is made up, it is made and that is that.

✧ Enjoys climbing up on things or into trees to get to your eye level, leaning closer while he has the opportunity to all but brush noses.

✧ Makes jokes about you having a longer reach or about "back when you were my size", for he is well aware and comfortable with the height difference. Insurmountable as it could be to you, there is no point in denying it and having some fun with it. After all, as much as he is always trying to assist you, he can use your added height as an excuse to ask for help, too!

✧ Unabashedly checks you out, his eyes sliding to you in nearly any moment of idleness; sometimes they are glances of awe, others pure pleasure at your form.

✧ Tells you again and again all the places he’s going to take you: the Green Dragon, a run through Farmer Maggot’s fields, Sam’s garden if he lets you, all at such insistence that the Shire is the greatest place upon the earth that you cannot help believing him and longing for it almost as much as he.

✧ Knowing that he is lost, he is happy simply to love you no matter what, but few times in your life will you see Pippin’s face as alight as the moment between you returning his feelings and the deep first kiss you share.

Bilbo

✧ Now you, my dear, are an adventure. Nothing he ever planned for, imagined, expected, and yet here you are on his proverbial doorstep. With a gulp and a shy smile he takes you in, eyes sliding upward along your form.

✧ Never has he felt this way before and certainly never with a daughter of men, so you'll find his gaze upon you often, studying you almost.

✧ Definitely tries to wow you with his studies of the different cultures of men- with varying success depending on from which region you hail. You cannot help but be charmed at all of Bilbo’s attempts to make you feel at home even in the middle of nowhere.

✧ You will feel like you’ve seen Bag End and met all of Bilbo’s ridiculous relatives with all the stories he shares both silly and beautiful. “I can see why you wish to return,” you tell him, to which he just beams up at you, a new shine in his eyes.

✧ Gets flustered at the ways in which you move to his level, leaning slinkily against a large rock or down further still upon a log to look up at him and meet his gaze with a smile.

✧ All he asks is if you have any interest in settling down, but you cannot help risking things at the sight of Bilbo’s nerves, tentatively answering that you’d love to settle in the Shire and feeling your heart soar at his grin of relief. Unusual, certainly, but then again that is perfect for Bilbo Baggins, is it not?

#lord of the rings #lotr imagines #lotr x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit x reader #frodo #sam #merry #pippin #bilbo #female reader #thank you for sharing in my vision friend 😌

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 4 months

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LOTR and The Hobbit NSFW Headcanons pt 2.

(y’all bishes hoooorrrrnnnnyyyyy)

Part 1

Pippin:

- loves when you ride him

- wants to grab and hold every part of you that he can

- forcing him to be a good boy in public and keeping him nice and hot for as long as you can

- whispering really dirty things in his ear in public but following it with a sweet kiss on the cheek so people just think you’ve said something lovely

- ass kinda hobbit

- sitting in your lap and playing with his cock

- “such a good boy for me” you whisper while he cums on your hand

- loves when you grab at his hair during oral

Merry:

- likes to be man handled but in a playful way

- exhibitionist kink

- sweet and playful caresses while he fucks you from behind

- his favourite meal is between your legs 😏😏😏

- will tell you how good you’re making him feel

- buys you pretty night gowns and aprons so he can watch you bake in them

- loves when you put on a show baking, bending over and sitting in his lap while you feed him the cake mix

- holding his face nicely while you bounce on his cock

Lindir:

- degradation and praise all at once

- make him cry! Make him cry! Make him cry!

- overstimulation is his favourite thing

- tie him up and make him cum over and over again

- will beg you to stop but that’s because it makes him horny

- if it was too much he’d use his safe word

- “please mistress, I can’t take it anymore, it hurts too much please!”

- wants to be pegged so badly

- will suck your strap

- it’s so fun to grind up against him and make him cum in his pants

- you do it on purpose but then you tease him about it and he loves it

- “did you just cum in your pants? You’re such a dirty little pathetic thing aren’t you, Lindir?”

- he goes so pink

Frodo:

- has a thing for human partners

- likes feeling small and taken care of but elves are too big

- loves him a squishy partner

- would live laying on your boobs or on your thighs if he could

- pretends he can’t do things like open jars or reach things but home boy gets horny when you take care of him

- playing with his hair is foreplay

- lots of whimpers, light moans and quiet pleas

- if you tug his hair however he’s screaming and eyes are rolling back

- he lives in your lap

Arwen:

- oral queen 👑👑

- could honestly live between your legs

- whispers the dirtiest things to you and yet it sounds like poetry

- talks elvish in your ear while sitting behind you and taking her time playing with you

- the softest dom in the whole world

- like is literally only dominant because she wants to take care of you

- passing you dirty letters while you try to read peacefully

- loves watching you touch yourself

- she won’t say anything but her eyes won’t leave yours or your body

- breathy moans

- loves having her nipples sucked

Meludir:

- sweet innocent boy

- surprisingly kinky but only in a proper relationship

- praise kiiinnnkkk!

- tell him he’s a good boy and he’ll just melt

- “oh you’re doing so well for me, baby, such a good boy”

- kinda likes being hurt but will need a lot more aftercare than usual

- likes being tied up and edged

- is into watching you get fucked by someone else but only if he can join later

- wants Legolas to join you but turns into a blushing mess every time you talk about it

- sit on his face pllleeeaaaaassssseee! He doesn’t care if he can’t breathe

- craves kneeling before you during oral

- wants to feel like your sweet little servant

Glorfindel:

- size kink!!! He’s a huge dude and honestly loves how tiny you are (you could be tall and still be tiny to him!)

- loves being called ‘my lord’

- you don’t have to thank him when you cum but he sure does love it when you do

- degrades you and praises you in the same session

- he likes degrading you and being rough when you give him oral but if he’s fucking you (especially from behind) he wants to tell you how good you’re taking his cock

- gives you very sweet names during very dirty times

- “you’re just such a sweet little thing for me” he tells you while your face is covered in cum and spit

- bounces you on his lap while you ride him

- lots of loud grunts

- rag dolls you around into different positions

- is either fast and rough or takes his time and worships you

- thinks both giving and receiving hickies is really hot and will show them off with pride

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nap-mak · 6 months

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LOTR in a modern world headcanons? I think yes.

I did this on one of my old accounts that i ended up deleting for some reason, i don’t remember, but here. Back on my Lord Of The Rings BS, let’s gooooo. This’ll be the fellowship with everyone intact, no one is dead.

As always requests are open and let me know if you want more!

LOTR x GN! Reader, general headcanons for if you had to take care of them today, in 2023. Enjoy!

The ring most likely has no power in this dimension, so yay Frodo is free from torment!

Sam loves watching cooking, gardening and home renovation shows, and he gets very invested in the former two. You learn a lot you didn’t really need to know from his commentary

Once Pippin learns about pyjamas and fuzzy slippers he never goes back, you literally cannot get him out of them

Boromir and Aragorn, being human and coincidentally two of the most responsible members of the fellowship, are the easiest to take in public to the grocery store and such.

You can pass off the hobbits (if they cover their ears with their hair) as children, and Gimli is your friend with dwarfism.

Gandalf you can pass off as your grandfather, and Legolas looks pretty normal if you cover his ears.

Pippin is the type to bounce in his seat in the car and ask “Are we there yet?!” every 5 minutes

Frodo really likes to draw, especially when there’s so many cool places and movies to draw inspiration from.

Movie nights? No horrors. The hobbits are terrified by ‘em.

Movie nights are literally so difficult because they all have such different tastes

Merry really likes James Bond movies.

Pippin is obsessed with nail polish when you introduce him to it. Boromir gets his repainted every time the polish come off. His nails need serious help after a while

Pippin and Merry often start pillow fights, and drag everyone else into it

If you have space for a garden or plants in your home, Sam is on it. He finds it calming, so now you have some home grown plants :)

Taking the hobbits in public? Bad idea. You can trust Frodo and Sam, but Merry inevitably drags Pippin off to do something dumb and possibly dangerous.

Gandalf has an old man rocker. There is no discussion.

The hobbits do the classic “getting one sibling to ask for fast food because whoever’s in charge will say yes”, they get Frodo to do this because he has the best puppy dog face and he’s unsure about asking for things normally.

Pippin and Merry cannot handle too much caffeine or sugar or they go crazy

You thought Legolas’ hair was good before? He steals your hair care products and his hair is literally perfect.

(He’s also willing to do skincare with you, not that his face needs it. Again, flawless)

Game nights are so chaotic. You can’t play a lot of games since they don’t know what many things from this world are, so games like Trivia and Charades are off the table

Gimli and Legolas verse each other in video games, often enough it ends with Legolas winning and Gimli rage quitting

Aragorn is so responsible he’s literally the perfect man to do anything with, and he can hold the fort down if you need to leave

Pippin is so clingy, he trails you wherever you go and asks you random questions but it’s adorable

Boromir insists on carrying your stuff, bags of groceries, all that

Frodo often goes to the library to find new books to read, with you of course

There’s a whole debate on whether 3D or 2D animation is better, i would not get involved if i were you.

Pippin and Merry are also avid fans of quoting their favourite movies, once they see them

Legolas and Frodo are the best listeners, they will just sit there and not judge or try to give you advice they just. sit there. like the perfect men they are.

Legolas would have a meme for everything. Like any situation. You text him like “PIPPIN FELL DOWN SOME WELL WE DON’T EVEN HAVE A WELL HELP” and he just has a meme that fits the situation perfectly.

Frodo and Legolas would watch Avatar: The Last Airbender together because it’s their favourite show. Aragorn jumps in also.

Those three are also avid tea drinkers.

Boromir likes Game Of Thrones. I don’t know anything about it, he just does. Please confiscate Pippin while he does.

Pippin gasps dramatically whenever a plot twist surprises him.

Sam loves to cook, and he does a lot of cooking in the house once he arrives. You two just work together in the kitchen (if you can’t cook, he’ll teach you) and have nice sweet conversations

Legolas is great at doing people’s hair. If you ask him to, he’d probably agree, though he’d probably be a bit flustered as that is a courting ritual in his culture.

Ask Legolas to talk to you until you fall asleep. His voice is so heavenly istg-

The hobbits get sleepy when their hair is played with and it’s adorable

Won’t lie this hyperfixation came back then it circled back to TMNT and today i watched these films with my friend and now i’m back to LotR love. Most of this has been sitting in my drafts for a couple weeks.

Anyway, I think that’s about it from me, I hope you guys enjoy! :)

If you want to request, rules are pinned on my page! Let me know if you want a general part two or a set of modern headcanons for a specific character. I love LOTR in the modern world content so much.

Have a good day, and remember that you are loved!

#lotr #x reader #fanfiction #lord of the rings x reader #the fellowship x reader #gn!reader #frodo x reader #samwise x reader #pippin x reader #merry x reader #aragorn x reader #legolas x reader #gimli x reader #boromir x reader #gandalf x reader #everybody lives #lotr in modern world #im not making aragorn a single hobbit parent no sir #so many tags

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frodo-cinnamonroll · 10 months

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How the Fellowship Would Sleep

a/n: Here's another headcanon! These are just the dumb things I think of lol. I feel kinda bad bc some of them have half a sentence and some a whole paragraph but whatever ig I have more headcancons with them in it

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Gandalf: You can hardly catch him sleeping at all, or at least, no one can tell when he's asleep or awake. Sometimes he has his hat on his face but when Merry or Pippin try to pull a prank on him, he'll yell at them.

Aragorn: He doesn't sleep all that much and only is "resting his eyes." Always makes sure the hobbits get rest. hobbit dad #1 Always makes sure he knows where his sword is.

Legolas: He can sleep while he's walking, like all elves, and prefers to walk among the stars. Is often heard singing some old elvish tune, and Gimli usually tells him to stop (but he doesn't)

Gimli: very heavy sleeper. He snores the loudest--it sounds like an army of orcs going over a waterfall, as Legolas describes it. He always has his axe by his side. He grunts whenever he moves. Once, Merry and Pippin braided his whole beard while he was asleep and he would have strangled them had it not been for Aragorn and Legolas talking sense into him. Gimli always has an eye on them.

Boromir: also a heavy sleeper. He snores, but not nearly as loud as Gimli (he denies it though). He'll shout battle-cries in his sleep every now and then and scare everyone awake. He turns into a watch dog when the hobbits fall asleep. hobbit dad #2 Takes up all the space he is physically able to.

Merry: snores occasionally, but mostly just breathes loudly. He always sleeps on his back with his hands behind his head. Always makes sure he has his pipe in his pack before he goes to bed. Also, makes sure Pippin doesn't sleep too close to a cliff or anything. sweet big brother cousin. aww

Pippin: talks or sings in his sleep all the time. He can sleep forever and a day, but once he's awake, everyone is. Has a designated blanket that no one touches which he claims is for "good luck purposes" baby fool of a took

Sam: snores lightly and is often embarrassed about it. Hates waking up with a bed-head (but all the hobbits do). Has a small teddy bear that hides in his pack, and when it's found out, he claims he "doesn't know how it got in there" while blushing as red as a tomato (it's okay, Sam, we all need our teddy bears)

Frodo: is generally a light sleeper but can sleep for a good long while. Sleeps curled up (babyyyy). He dreams a lot but they're usually not pleasant. Mumbles in his sleep. He gets cold easily.

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hobbitsesoftheshire · 1 year

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Explaining Christmas to the fellowship headcanons

(Includes Gimli, Aragorn, Boromir, Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry, Legolas)

Gif is not mine!!

Imagine trying to explain Christmas, Santa Claus and the elves to the fellowship.

Gimli would be laughing on the floor about the elves part

Aragorn would be holding back chuckles cause he thinks it is funny but you seem to care about this thing called 'christmas'

Boromir would just be confused because of flying reindeers and the speed they fly

Frodo would think it is sweet and is asking you if you can have Christmas this year

Sam would be interested in all the traditional Christmas foods and how to make them

Pippin would be all in for free gifts and lots of food

Merry would say it is a celebration for him since we wish 'Merry Christmas' to each other and he would laugh bout it. He would think Christmas is nice though

Legolas would be telling you reasons why you are wrong about the elves and their size. (He doesnt like Gimli teasing him about it) but otherwise would act pretty much the same as Aragorn

#hobbit x reader #legolas #aragorn x reader #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #lotr fellowship #the fellowship of the ring #lotr gimli #gimli son of gloin #pippin #lotr merry #lotr fanfic #lotr dwarves #christmas #headcanon

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elrondsimp · 1 year

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The Hobbits x F! Reader

“Sleep Pile”

The sun began its slow descent in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the peaceful campsite where the Fellowship had decided to rest for a while. Exhausted from their long journey, the hobbits—Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry, and Y/n—decided it was time to take a much-needed nap. They nestled together in a cozy corner of the camp, forming a small circle and intertwining their limbs.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Fellowship busied themselves with setting up the camp. Aragorn and Legolas gathered firewood, Gimli set up the cooking utensils, and Boromir arranged the sleeping arrangements for the night. Gandalf, ever watchful, observed the hobbits with a knowing smile.

As dusk settled over the camp, casting elongated shadows, the Fellowship completed their tasks and returned to their resting hobbit friends. They were taken aback when they saw the peculiar sight that awaited them. Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry, and Y/n lay slumbering in a haphazard pile, with Y/n gently perched on top of the boys.

Gandalf, his eyes twinkling with amusement, stepped forward to enlighten his companions. "Fear not, my friends," he said in his deep and reassuring voice. "This is not a cause for alarm. Hobbits have a charming custom of sleeping in piles to keep warm, especially in colder climates."

Aragorn, with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, knelt beside the slumbering hobbits. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from Y/n's face and marveled at the innocence and trust displayed in their slumbering forms. "It's quite endearing," he remarked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Legolas, who had seen many fascinating customs throughout Middle-earth, found himself captivated by this hobbit tradition. "Such camaraderie and closeness," he mused, his keen elven eyes scanning the intertwined figures. "Their bond grows stronger with each passing day."

Gimli, always quick with a gruff comment, chuckled and scratched his beard. "Well, I suppose it's better than lying alone on the cold, hard ground," he quipped. "I must admit, I envy them a bit."

Boromir, who had initially been taken aback by the sight, couldn't help but soften at the thought of the hobbits' affectionate slumber. He watched as the gentle rise and fall of their chests synchronized in perfect harmony, symbolizing the unity and resilience of the Fellowship.

The companions stood around the slumbering hobbits, their hearts warmed by the sight before them. They realized that amidst the perils and challenges they faced, moments like these were precious reminders of the bonds they had forged.

And so, with a renewed sense of camaraderie, the Fellowship decided to let the hobbits sleep peacefully, respecting their unique tradition. They settled down nearby, their watchful eyes ensuring the safety of their friends as the night deepened.

In the flickering firelight, the Fellowship found solace and strength in the love and loyalty they shared. They knew that the road ahead would be arduous, but with their unwavering bond and the unwavering spirit of the hobbits, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

#lotr #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit #the fellowship of the ring #y/n #lotr x reader #fem reader #aragorn #gandalf #legolas #Gimli #pippin #merry #frodo #samwise

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greenandsorrow · 29 days

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Headcanons for Samwise and Rosie meeting for the first time

I giggled when I saw this. I hope you'll like what I came up with for our sweethearts! 💛

Rosie lived with her family on South Lane, in a farm near Bywater. Her family had always been close to the Gamgees.

Sam was the youngest son of Hamfast Gamgee. He was the gardener of Frodo Baggins.

Everyone knows everybody in a place like Hobbiton. Consequently, Sam and Rosie were familiar with each other's faces long before they exchanged even a simple "good morning".

But that fact didn't make their first encounter any less exciting and nerve wracking.

Sam had always been in pure admiration of Rose Cotton. Her extremely curly hair, her extra puffy dresses... and not to mention the cheerfulness that she emitted while dancing, during the occasional event in the Shire.

He had a huge crash on her and the teasing jokes coming from Merry and Pippin -sometimes even from Mr.Frodo- only fueled his feelings for the young lass.

Unbeknownst to Sam but simultaneously luckily for him, Rosie saw in him a hardworking gentlehobbit. She was always kinder and faster to serve him when he would visit the Green Dragon.

But even with all that in mind, they had never actually met on a personal level.

It happened on a bright spring morning.

Rosie was out to fetch some fresh fish from the market. Sam was on his way to Bilbo's hobbit hole.

Sam's palms began sweating the moment she came in his field of vision.

Rosie's cheeks took a bright pink shade when she laid her eyes on him. One of her hands immediately went to fix her hair a bit.

Sam stuttered a greeting that was thankfully returned.

Rosie knew that the young hobbit was shy, something she found truly adorable, so she decided to take the initiative to ask him about his plans for the day.

Sam took this chance to talk to her with great enthusiasm.

He didn't want to admit it, but he always got jealous when other men talked to her at her work. It would make him feel insecure about his lack of courage to be the one to court her.

Not to insinuate that this was the only reason which made Samwise be so interested in miss Cotton.

Rosie was so lively and she liked flowers... just like he did. She could be a great company, a sun ray to warm up the coldest days of winter. Maybe she was the whole sun, at least in his eyes.

Their small talk wasn't of any importance if you were to view it as an outsider. To them however, it meant the whole world.

They were able to give permission to refer to each other more casually.

Samwise became Sam and Rose became Rosie.

The gardener even mastered up the courage to tell her she dances very gracefully.

Her giggle had made his knees go wobbly.

She returned the compliment in the best way possible...

"I saw how beautiful your peonies have gotten Sam. The whole village is talking about them!"

The goodbye that inevitably followed was awkward, but still sweet. Caution, shyness and eagerness all mixed together in a colourful haze.

A smile so wide it made their cheeks hurt was stuck with them for the rest of that day.

They just had to see each other again...

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tiny-tini-imagines · 8 months

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Hey, I saw your post and just realised you're new here🖤.

I saw that you take requests so I was wondering if you would mind to write some headcanons about the fellowship members and how they would react to a female fighter from our world. (Maybe refuses to wear dresses and is very emancipated) Hope that's understandable & thank you 🖤

Re.: Thank you for your request! Never thought I'd actually get an answer xD. I tried my best and hopefully its what U wanted.

Headcanon Request - Lord of the Rings

incl.: independent female fighter, fellowship

(added: character art, what they would say to them, or about them)

Aragorn:

Respectful: Aragorn recognizes her capabilities and respects her as a fighter, acknowledging her contributions.

Gravitas: He conveys his seriousness through his tone and demeanor, showing her that he considers her an important member of the group.

Empowerment: Aragorn empowers her by entrusting her with important tasks and responsibilities, boosting her confidence.

Guidance: He provides guidance by sharing his extensive knowledge of the world and offering advice on surviving in challenging situations. He's secretly protective (just as he'd be with Arwen)

Comradeship: Aragorn actively involves her in decision-making and treats her as an equal, fostering a sense of unity and camaraderie.

"Your strength and determination are truly remarkable, my friend. In this fellowship, we stand together as equals, comrades bound by a common purpose, and I hold your skills and character in the highest respect."

Legolas:

Curiosity: Legolas' curiosity leads him to engage her in conversations about her world, learning from her experiences and perspectives. (based on reciprocity)

Admiration: He frequently compliments her combat skills and courage, demonstrating his deep respect for her abilities, especially since she's a human

Grace: Legolas appreciates her fluid movements and agility in battle, often complimenting her grace under pressure. (however he always keeps an eye on her, although he knows it's not neccesary

Friendship: Through small gestures like sharing stories (and defending her in battle - if ever needed), he builds a strong and trusting friendship, sometimes showing her how she can do better

Teamwork: Legolas actively collaborates with her during fights, highlighting her importance in their team dynamics.

(same "who can kill more?" competition as with Gimli)

"Your grace in battle is as awe-inspiring as the dance of the leaves in the forest, my friend."

Gimli:

Skepticism: Gimli's skepticism is rooted in his initial doubts about whether she can keep up with the group, which he gradually overcomes. (get's actually impressed by her)

Curiosity: His curiosity about her world leads to lengthy discussions, and they bond over shared interests and differences. (He'd often talk about his folk, and would rave about dwarves)

Loyalty: As she proves herself, Gimli becomes fiercely loyal, actively supporting her decisions. If a man ever appears who doubts her or doesn't take her seriously, he is immediately at her side

Surprising Friendship: Over time, his skepticism turns into a deep and surprising friendship, marked by trust and camaraderie.

Mutual Respect: They both earn each other's respect through their actions, setting aside prejudices and working together effectively.

"Aye, lass, ye've a fire in yer heart that matches the forges of Erebor. I doubted at first, but now I see - ye're a true warrior, fierce and capable, and I'm honored to fight beside ye."

Gandalf:

Wise Mentor: Gandalf recognizes her potential and takes her under his wing, teaching her about the world they traverse and imparting his wisdom.

Guidance: He guides her in decision-making, fostering her growth and helping her adapt to the challenges they face. (However he keeps an watchful eye on her, unsure about her intentions)

Empowerment: Gandalf instills confidence in her abilities, believing that she can contribute significantly to their quest. (Thinking that she might have another point of view/ sees things and details that the others don't notice or think are seemingly unimportant)

Trust: He trusts her judgment, showing it by relying on her insights and respecting her choices.

Strategic Ally: Together, they strategize and plan, viewing each other as indispensable allies in the pursuit of their goals.

"In you, my dear, I see a spark of inner fire, a potential yet untapped. Embrace your strength and let it blaze like a beacon in our dark journey, for you have the power to change the course of this quest."

Boromir:

Initial Skepticism: Boromir is initially skeptical of her abilities and her commitment to their quest, as he worries about her impact on the Fellowship's safety. (Believing they'd have to protect her)

Gradual Trust: Over time, her actions and determination gradually earn Boromir's trust and respect, and he slowly starts to see her as a valuable member of the group.

Protectiveness: Boromir develops a protective attitude towards her, ensuring her safety during dangerous situations (offering to train with her to improve her combat skills, however shes the one to beat him in a battle)

Mutual Respect: As they share the trials of their journey, Boromir and her come to respect each other's strengths, skills, and dedication to their common cause. He'd open up to her (when alone) and talk about Gondor and his fears

"Your strength is undeniable, but in this perilous journey, remember to heed wisdom as well, my friend."

Frodo:

Protective: Frodo feels responsible for her safety and wishes he could protect her in dangerous situations, although it is absolutely not neccesary. He might feel guilty to, however she is quick to sense that and makes sure to tell him, that he should not worry about her

Trust: He trusts her unconditionally, evident in his reliance on her during crucial moments and his openness about his concerns and fears. (He only trusts Gandalf and Sam more, however Aragorn might share the same level of trust with her)

Friendship: Their deepening friendship is built on shared experiences, mutual trust, and unwavering support for each other.

Empathy: Frodo's understanding of her struggles (as a woman) fosters a strong sense of empathy, and they confide in each other about their personal challenges. (him as a hobbit/ her as a woman)

Courage: Both exhibit courage in their own ways, inspiring each other to persevere and face adversity head-on.

"Your courage reminds me that even in the darkest of times, the light of friendship and determination can guide us through."

Sam:

Respectful: Sam respects her independence and appreciates her combat skills, addressing her with deference and showing admiration for her capabilities.

Trusting: He trusts her judgment and decisions, often turning to her for guidance in challenging situations.

Friendship: Their friendship flourishes as they share personal stories, trust each other implicitly, and develop a profound bond during their journey. (it's also a bit like a mentor - protégé relationship)

Loyalty: Sam's loyalty to her is unwavering, always putting her safety and well-being above all else. (He'd instantly worry if she would not eat something and insist, even if it was just a bite)

Kindred Spirits: They connect on a deep level, understanding each other's motivations and providing emotional support when needed.

"Ye've got a heart as brave as Frodo's, and I've seen it in action more times than I can count."

Merry:

Curious: Merry's curiosity about her world leads to inquisitive conversations where they exchange stories and knowledge.

Supportive: He is supportive of her choices and actions, often backing her up in debates and ensuring she feels included.

Friendship: Their camaraderie transforms into a genuine friendship marked by laughter

Encouragement: Merry frequently offers words of encouragement and praise, boosting her confidence and morale unknowingly

Wit: Their friendship is sprinkled with witty exchanges and playful banter, creating a lighthearted atmosphere (that she actually treasures)

"Blimey! You've got a spirit as fiery as a dragon's breath, lass! I reckon you'll give even the bravest of us a run for their money on this quest!"

Pippin:

Playfulness: Pippin's playful nature adds a touch of levity to their journey, lightening the mood when things get tough.

Friendship: Their friendship deepens as they share adventures and form lasting memories together. (He'd occasionaly offer her his pipe, but she'd politely decline)

Loyalty: Pippin's loyalty is unwavering, standing by her side through thick and thin. (She's often the one to watch out for him and safe him from dangerous situations)

Admiration: He admires her determination and independence, often expressing admiration for her spirit.

Growth: Their experiences together lead to personal growth, making them more resilient and capable adventurers. Pippin learns a lot from her, might get a bit more serious

"Y'know, I've never met anyone quite like you, lass. Your spirit's as fierce as the fire of the Shire's finest pipeweed! And I reckon that's saying something, coming from a Took like me!"

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autistook · 21 days

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DAISIES - pt 6

Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader / soft oc

Words: 4.3k

Summary: It's a stormy day in the Shire, and you end up spending some one on one time with Merry, as you both escape the storm. He finally starts to open up.

Content warnings: angst, thunder

AN: I wrote some of this half asleep, I hope you enjoy it regardless, lol.

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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In the distance were dark clouds, and the deep sound of thunder rumbling could be heard. The seemingly endless rows of corn stalks were slowly swaying with the wind. The stalks were greener than when you last saw them, and they seemed to have started to get closer to their last stages of growth.

The book in your hand had captivated you, and your mind seemed to have sunken into the letters on the page, making your surroundings quiet and the story so much more exciting. The low drumming of thunder in the distance snapped you out of your trance-like state, and you closed the book.

You started climbing down the huge boulder, every step careful since it was quite high. You made your way down, and your feet sunk into the soft dirt again. With a sigh, you started making your way out and through the dense rows of corn. The approaching thunder made the path under the high growing stalks much darker, and you were hoping you would not get lost, as you barely found your way back in without Merry's help.

Some time after you made it through the cornfield, the thunder seemed to be slightly closer again. The wind picked up its pace and the air felt pressuring, giving you a slight headache. It was a warm day, so you didn't mind the wind. Yet, of course you didn't want to get caught up in a thunderstorm, so you picked up your pace, almost running forth.

You made your way back to Hobbiton, but didn't quite reach home when the downpour began. You decided to go inside the familiar building across from you.

You greeted the pastry shop owner with the same smile you always did, and she offered you some freshly baked carrot cake once again.

An hour went by, and the storm was right on top of you. The rain was loud, the thunder was almost deafening and the clouds created a veil of darkness all over Hobbiton.

You had been reading the book since you first sat down, and you finally finished it. Two days it took, and yet, you found yourself hoping that the book had never ended.

It was a book filled with romance. The kind of romance you had always dreamed of. The kind you never thought you would find. You craved the warm feeling the characters had with each other, and the devotion they had for one another was something you deeply desired. The book gave you a hollow feeling of missing something you feared you might never have, and it felt like an escape from a harsh reality before you read the last words on its pages.

In these thoughts you dwelled for fifteen minutes more. You thought that maybe it just was not something that was written in the stars for you, considering that after all, all of your romantic conquests before had been nothing but dreams that felt wrong and eventually shattered. Every past romance was to you a sad memory of what never could have been, but what you wished you had felt.

"Fancy seeing you here!" you suddenly heard Merry say as he entered the pastry shop, soaked from head to toe.

"Merry!" you said cheerfully, happy to see your best friend so unexpectedly. Merry smiled at you widely. You could hear the floor squeak under his wet feet, and his breathing was loud and uneven.

"I saw you and ran here," he panted, now resting his palms on his knees and steadying his breath. "I was on my way to go see Sam."

You gestured Merry to sit down with you. He took a moment to shake off the wetness of his hair, and to try and squeeze the top layer of his clothes dry.

"Why would you leave home in this weather?" you asked him.

"I had plans with Sam," he responded, taking off his yellow embroidered waistcoat to dry it. "But the weather got worse so I gradually made my way closer."

"What plans did you have with Sam?" you asked while he was setting his coat to dry on the back of a chair.

"That doesn't matter," he said, sitting down. "What matters is this. What are you reading?"

Merry took the book that was still laid down on the table right in front of you. He looked at the front and back of the hard covered book, before opening it to the first page. He was processing the text, taking in the summary of the plot. His elbows were on the table and his right hand was holding the book open. He lifted up his left hand to bite the fingernail on his thumb as he read.

"It's a good book," you said, voice slightly melancholic. "Yet, it makes me sad."

Merry took one quick look at you, and returned his eyes to the book. He then closed it silently, and put it back on the table.

"Have you finished it?" he asked, admiring the quick flashes of lightning outside.

"I have," you responded. "I actually finished it a moment before you got here."

"Did it have a sad ending?" Merry asked you, his arms now crossed as he was leaning back in his chair, balancing on it and rocking back and forth.

"It actually had quite a happy ending," you responded.

Merry turned to look at you. He stopped moving in his chair.

"Then why does it make you sad?" he asked curiously, to which you shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know," you said, with a thoughtful look on your face. "I mean, I think I know, but it's quite a sad thought and I don't feel like being a downer."

Merry looked at you with concern and moved closer towards you, the legs on his chair dragging loudly against the floor.

"Talk to me," he said warmly.

"I guess it just frustrates me," you opened up. "Knowing that love like that only exists in great stories. At least for me. I have always dreamed of finding something of that level of love and devotion, yet now that I read this book, I don't think it actually exists. Not for me."

"Why?" Merry asked with a neutral expression, but his lips slightly curled downwards.

"I mean, we have talked about this before, Merry. The certain empty feeling with people. Never having felt content with anyone before. The more I spent time in my head after finishing this book, the darker my thoughts became. It just makes me feel like I'm missing something."

Merry looked at you, his eyes sad and his soft half-smile showing compassion.

"I think we all have someone special meant for us," he said. "There is someone for everyone. Someone who makes everyday chores feel less burdening, and someone who makes you smile without even having to try. Someone who knows you like the back of their hand, and who makes all the troubles in life feel, well, less troubling. Someone who never makes you feel empty. It just might take some time to find that person. Or to notice them. To really see them."

You smiled at him, his words warming up your heart and reassuring you once again.

"You are wise, Merry," you said softly. "And you sound more confident about this matter than before. How can you be so sure?"

Merry stayed quiet for a while. The look on his face was that one look you were not yet familiar with. The new look he had on his face at the dance in Brandy Hall. Soon he responded with a reassuring smile.

"I just know," he said. "Our conversation back then when we were smoking pipe-weed, and many conversations since, have given me some new perspectives. No matter how scary those perspectives might feel."

"Why would they feel scary?" you inquired, trying to discreetly analyze that new look on his face. Maybe it was one of newfound confidence?

"Because sometimes-" Merry said, but did not finish. His voice went quiet and he instead turned his gaze back outside, where the storm was still watering the Shire and swaying the trees.

"Sometimes, what?" you asked. Merry did not respond. "And also, what other conversations have we had about this matter? I don't believe there are too many."

Merry turned to look at you again.

"Oh, not only you. I also discussed this stuff with Pippin."

"And what did Pippin say?" you asked with a small smirk. "If Peregrin Took has gone and become so wise that he erased your insecurities, I must know!"

Merry laughed, relaxing more.

"He is sometimes surprisingly smart," Merry said, his face full of amusement and his lips in a wide smile. "He just gave me a new perspective on things."

"Do you want to elaborate more?" you asked.

"No, but I would like to ask something important," he said with utmost seriousness.

"What is it?" you asked him, slightly surprised at his serious tone. He took a deep breath before answering you.

"How many of those cookies do you think I can fit in my mouth at once?" he asked, pointing to the counter.

You let out a whole hearted laugh. Merry always knew how to say just the right thing to make you eventually laugh so hard that your stomach would start hurting.

"I don't know. Should we put that to the test?"

"I believe so," smirked Merry. "We have time to kill during this storm and I believe this is a good way to spend the remaining time."

"See? I was correct!" you giggled, pointing at Merry's lips with your mouth. "You can't fit more than six!"

Merry's mouth was filled with round cookies, and his cheeks gave him the looks of a squirrel harvesting nuts in its cheeks. Crumbs were falling out of his mouth as he tried to speak.

"I can fit more!" he mumbled, barely making any sense as the cookies affected his ability to speak properly. He took one more vanilla cookie from the plate placed in front of you, and started shoving it between his lips.

"You will choke!" you pointed out, laughing.

Merry kept pushing the seventh cookie in his mouth, until he finally got it on top of the other ones he had stashed, and smiled wide, cookie crumbs flying everywhere. Merry lifted his hands up victoriously, while you were holding your stomach from laughing so hard.

"I told you!" he cheered incoherently, until his reflexes made him spit most of the cookies out.

"That's disgusting!" you giggled, eyes watering and cheeks red. Your face was hurting from smiling so much.

Merry wiped his mouth, took a napkin and placed the cookie pieces inside it, throwing it in a trash can.

"Now it's your turn."

"Excuse me?" you answered, lifting your eyebrow, wiping the tears of laughter out of your eyes. "You might want to look like an idiot, but that's not one of my plans today."

"Of course," Merry said with a mischievous grin. "I knew you wouldn't have the guts."

You narrowed your gaze, his challenge tempting you. You chuckled softly, shaking your head and your face relaxing again.

"You know I could beat you, right?" you said smugly. "It's just cookies. How hard can it be?"

"Then take on the challenge," Merry smirked, pushing the plate across the table towards your direction. "Fit eight cookies in your mouth, and win. Since you're so confident."

You looked at the plate of cookies, wondering if you really could win him in this challenge.

"This challenge is stupid," you said after a moment, pushing the plate back towards him.

"I knew it!" Merry shouted loudly, slamming his hands on the table with a smug look on his face. "I knew you wouldn't take on this challenge! You can't handle it."

"Give me that," you said immediately and pulled the cookies back in front of you.

Without a second thought, you started pushing the cookies into your mouth, one by one. You weren't able to enjoy the vanilla flavored goodness for long, and by the fourth cookie your mouth already was full. You tried shoving a fifth one between them, failing miserably. Merry was smirking at you, and you felt the defeat approaching. And yet, you didn't want to give up.

"Just give up," Merry laughed, satisfied by his clear win. "You can't do it."

You responded by trying to force the cookie in your mouth for ten more seconds, but then you threw the cookie back on the plate and spat the remaining bits out of your mouth into a napkin.

"Fine! I give up," you pouted, crossing your arms.

"Yes!" Merry cried, jumping up from his chair, his hands up in the air. He did a small victory lap around the table, before sitting back down. He immediately noticed your face, smirking at your frustration. "Oh come on now, don't be a sore loser. You did just fine. I just happen to be the master at these things."

You gave him a side-eye, face serious. You felt a smile trying to form on your lips, but you wanted to see if you could make him give up his victory. Merry noticed your plan, and started mirroring your facial expression and position. He crossed his arms and pouted, looking straight into your eyes. The corner of your mouth twitched, and you could feel the laughter trying to escape your throat. He took notice of this, and he made an exaggerated sound of a muffled laughter, which sounded to you more like a confused dog barking at a chicken - and on that note you cracked up into a loud laughter, no longer able to keep your playfully furious composure.

"You're so frustrating!" you shouted, your face full of amusement and joy.

"That is my job," he said proudly. "I do like annoying you, because I know I can make you laugh just as fast."

"That's not true!" you responded, a shocked look on your face, whilst fully aware he was right.

"Yes it is, and you know it!" Merry teased gleefully.

The thunder was still rumbling outside. A loud strike of lightning made you flinch, driving your laughter away for a moment. Merry looked at you with concern.

"That was loud," you stated, shaking off the momentary fear the loud thundering created in you.

"Are you alright?" Merry asked you.

You nodded, and you started to admire the way the rain was pouring down, creating a hazy view outside the window. Suddenly two tea cups were placed in front of you and Merry.

"This is for you," said the owner of the shop warmly. She smiled meaningfully at you and Merry. "On the house."

"Oh, there's no need!" you said modestly. The old Hobbit shook her finger.

"No, miss. You two spend so much time here that I think you deserve a little treat in this awful weather. Besides, you bought most of my cookies. You need tea to chase it down."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Merry, bowing his head at her in a friendly manner. She smiled at him and walked to the office behind the counter, closing the door behind her.

The tea was served in a beautiful, light pink porcelain cup. It had golden swirls on it, which went all around the cup, reminding you of vines of ivy wrapping around a wooden pillar. The tea smelled sweet and cinnamony, and with it came a sense of calm.

"This smells amazing," you declared quietly, taking a long sip of the warm tea. You closed your eyes to savor every part of the flavor, which hit your tongue in the most satisfying manner. As you opened your eyes, you caught Merry staring at you. He quickly moved his gaze away and took a sip of his own tea.

"It tastes wonderful," he said, his fingertips tapping the edge of the porcelain cup, the sound surrounding him with a nervous aura.

You took a glance at your book, which was still laying on the table. You smiled softly. You thought about a chapter in the book, where the main character was at a ball, dancing with the man of his dreams. Then you thought back to the night of the dance at Brandy Hall earlier in the year. You pondered for one moment if you should have invited Pippin's sister to dance - after all, she did look stunning that night.

"Do you think I would have had a shot with Pervinca, if I invited her to dance back at Brandy Hall that night?" you asked Merry, playing with the idea of 'what if'. He responded with a quiet, mumbling sound.

You took another sip, enjoying the playful dance of cinnamon and vanilla in your mouth. You kept admiring the view outside, and despite the rough rain, it was beautiful, and the grass of the Shire looked greener than ever before. You turned your eyes back to Merry to ask him something, and you caught him staring at you again. This time he did not turn his gaze away.

"Are you alright?" you asked. Merry had a look on his face you had now seen a few times, but every time you saw it, it confused you even more. Except this time, there was a hint of pain in his eyes, so you decided to confront him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

This straightforward question made Merry visibly more nervous and uncomfortable. He switched his position several times in the span of seconds, his fingers were tapping the tea cup in rapid motions and his cheeks were slightly flushed. He was blinking fast, and his eyes were locked on yours. He opened his mouth as if to respond, but he closed it just as fast. You had never seen him like this before.

"I'm just-" he mumbled, his voice shaky. He didn't continue.

"Merry?" you asked caringly. "What's wrong?"

Merry kept quiet, his movements almost uncontrollably unsteady as he switched his position constantly, and his breathing was shallow and heavy.

"I can't," he said, his voice quiet and breath unsteady. "I have to."

"Merry? Please tell me what's wrong. You're freaking me out."

You had never seen him like this. You weren't sure if he was having a seizure, or if he was having a breakdown. You didn't know if he was about to blow up like a firework, or if he was about to perhaps burst into a sudden dance. You tried to take his hand to comfort him, but the second your fingers brushed against the back of his hand, he pulled his hands away from you, the tea cup and the table.

"I have to go," he said quietly. Merry got up in a haste, gathering his things as you kept calling his name.

"Merry! What's wrong?" you said, now slightly panicking about the behavior of your best friend. "Please, talk to me!"

But Merry was shaking, and non responsive. He put on his coat and walked outside into the storm. Your concern for him was overwhelming you, so you gathered your things and followed him.

His steps were quick, and he was running his hand through his curls as he walked away from your direction. The thunder was still directly above you, and the rain was violently slamming against the ground. You barely had time to see where he went, as the veil created by the falling rain was obstructing the visibility of your surroundings. You saw his dark blonde curls disappear behind a corner, and you sprinted after him.

You ran as fast as you could to catch up with him, and as you finally saw his green coat, you grabbed him by his shoulder and forced him to turn around.

"Talk to me!" you yelled at him, full of concern. "Please! You're making me so worried."

"I can't," he said in desperation. "I just can't. Not this time."

His face was full of gloom, and his eyes seemed to hide some pain behind them. The way he looked at you was the same look from the dance once again, except this time it was much more intense. It was so intense, it felt like his sorrow was piercing through you.

"Please, talk to me. I feel so confused. You act normal one day, and the next day you pull away. I don't understand. Talk to me, please! I'm your best friend. You can-"

"That's the problem!" he cried, his voice slightly cracking up. He pulled his shoulder back from your grasp. He ran his hands through his hair, slightly pulling the strands of curls as he did so.

"What do you mean that's the problem?" you responded, confused and panicked. It felt like your best friend didn't trust you anymore, and you could not connect the dots on why he wasn't able to speak to you about whatever he had on his mind. It was devastating you. "Please, Merry. You're scaring me."

Merry switched the balance between his feet swiftly, his nervousness more visible by every passing second.

"I can't talk to you about this. I can't," he panicked, as you kept demanding an explanation.

"Merry, please. Don't shut me out. If I did something-"

"You didn't do anything!" he cried out, pulling his hair.

The rain was soaking you both, but the intensity of the situation didn't give you any time to pay attention to the uncomfortable feeling of your wet clothes clinging onto your skin. The thunder was rumbling in the background as you stared at your panicking best friend, who seemed to be having some sort of a melt down.

"Then tell me what's wrong! You know you can trust me. I am your best friend, Merry!"

"That's what scares me! You're my best friend, I'm not supposed to..."

You looked at him, puzzled. Your heart was pounding from your nerves taking over and the anxiety was filling up your body. Merry wasn't looking at you. He was visibly confused, hurt and frustrated, all at once. He was pacing back and forth, as you watched him helplessly.

"What scares you?" you asked, shouting over the drumming of the thunder.

Merry let out a frustrated groan, as he kept walking around in small circles aimlessly. He kept pulling his hair, his expression desperate and he was clearly at loss with words. His mind was spiraling, and he was avoiding the pressure of your gaze. The raindrops sounded like small stone pebbles falling to the ground, as the storm grew heavier and heavier around you. And yet, you had no desire to go inside to safety: your priority was to help your best friend.

"All of this scares me!" he shouted over the rain, looking into your eyes and taking a step toward you almost aggressively. His voice was filled with frustration and sadness. "I'm not supposed to... I've never looked at you this way before, and it scares me!"

You went silent, as you did not fully understand what he was saying. None of his words made sense to you. There was only one explanation that was possible, but you refused to understand it.

"Looked at me in what way?" you asked. Your mind was spiraling, trying to come up with any other possibility than what you now started to piece together: what you refused to keep piecing together.

And with a huge flash and a bang, a tree fell ten feet from you and Merry. The storm was rapidly getting worse, and the loud sound made by the lightning hitting a tree had made you squat down, cover your ears with your hands, and close your eyes shut.

Merry lifted you up to your feet, supporting you from under your arms, and he started rushing with you towards Bag End. He had one arm around you, and his free hand was pulling his coat over his head to cover himself from the worst of the rain.

The sprint to Bag End was the fastest you had ever run, and Merry kept looking at you to make sure you're safe the whole way to your home. You bursted through the front door loudly, closing it immediately behind you. You were drenched and shivering, and your mind was still spiraling.

"What on earth were you two doing outside in this weather?" asked a low, friendly voice immediately after you burst into your home.

Gandalf stood there, shaking his head and smiling warmly. The wizard was so tall he had to lean downwards a little, so that his head wouldn't hit the ceiling. His pointy hat made him so much taller, that he had decided to not wear it inside Bag End anymore, just to be able to walk around more comfortably.

"We got stuck inside the bakery," you responded, out of breath, followed by a sneeze.

"Oh dear," said Gandalf, taking off your coat. He offered you a felt blanket from a small chair next to the front door, and you wrapped it around yourself for warmth and comfort immediately. Gandalf smiled compassionately. "Frodo and I have been drinking tea for quite some time, but I believe there is still some left. Would you two like some to warm you up?"

"I think I need to change and take a warm bath," you responded, sneezing again. Your whole body was trembling, and the cold and wet streaks of water kept falling off the curls on your head, making you squirm everytime they slid down the bare parts of your skin.

"I believe young Meriadoc will be able to borrow some dry clothes from Frodo," Gandalf smiled, to which Merry nodded, his face serious and melancholic.

Gandalf started to walk towards the kitchen, dodging anything hanging from the ceiling every now and then. Merry put his coat on the tall, wooden coat rack and started to follow Gandalf.

"Merry? Can we please-" you said in a concerned, shaky voice. You were trembling from the cold as Merry turned to look your way, but then he made his way to your kitchen, leaving you standing there alone in confusion, feeling helpless. You were left there with the fear of losing your best friend.

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oda-cipresi · 4 months

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Hello, hello! I've decided to put this blog to better use and start writing more. I will be taking requests and mainly writing for The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit for now, but I might add another fandom later on.

The main thing I will not be writing is smut or any taboo topics in general. Other than that, I am comfortable with pretty much anything :). I dont know how frequently I will be posting due to the fact that i have many projects for school, but I will try my best

You can request one-shots, headcanons, etc... with any character you want from the series :)

Thank you for reading :D

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This is kind of dumb but I gotta ask could you write about the hobbits with a reader is quite a bit shorter than them? Like a bit below their shoulder kinda short? I know it’s and off request but I gotta ask. Thank you and I really love all your writing by the way. I start smiling and kicking my feet every time you post something lmao ❤️❤️❤️

Nah, it’s not dumb! I mean statistically it seems like female hobbits are shorter than guys just like in the other races so that makes sense! Reader is a beautiful hobbit lass :) posting again so soon because I woke up with some distressing stuff happening surgery wise & I need some fluff ok 😔

Little Things- The Hobbits x Shorter!F!Hobbit!Reader

Frodo

✧ When he invited you on one of Bilbo’s little out-of-town adventures, the first place he wanted to take you was the bookshop, and that was before he realized how adorable you looked standing on your tiptoes trying to reach the higher shelves, some of which Frodo could help you pluck from and others he needed a ladder for too.

✧ Never lets you lift a finger when your family hosts dinners, rising and insisting that you’ve done plenty in preparation, let him at least get down the dishes and serve you up. Besides, he remembers all your favorites and dishes you extra!

✧ The way his hands run through your hair upon every embrace.

✧ As winter draws near, he enlists members of his family to craft a pair of gloves perfectly in your size, presenting them to you before the first snow and gently aiding you in pulling the soft warmth on, eyes shining at your gratitude.

✧ Comfortingly rests his hand upon your shoulder, which he can't help but thinking is the perfect reach away, whenever he sees concern bloom across your beautiful features.

✧ Feels heat rush to your cheeks when your smaller hand rests upon his, not quite covering it but blanketing it in the greatest warmth nonetheless.

Sam

✧ Sam hasn’t a strong preference for height, so you won’t see so much of a difference in the way he’s attracted to you…

✧ …you will see it in how much he loves the way you make him feel needed! He gets the softest smile on his face when you ask him to help you reach things.

✧ One day he sees you carrying a sunflower that’s even taller than you and his heart bursts with the realization that you’re his sunshine, you’re all he wants.

✧ Jumps between you and danger any chance he can get- even things as small as an apple tumbling off a cart toward your head have him rushing forth to catch them, check if you are ok.

✧ Insists on helping you put your trellis up, a great arch marking the entrance to your beautiful little home, doing all the hardest parts for you and letting you focus on your flowers.

✧ Loves the way your hands reach up for his shoulders to take him up into hugs!

Merry

✧ Teases you just a bit, occasionally resting an arm gently stop your head just to enjoy your reaction.

✧ Always lends you a hand to help you climb up the farmers’ fences, making sure you’ve gone over before he does anything else.

✧ Pulls you a little extra close to his chest when he hugs you, a hand going around your waist and his head resting atop yours.

✧ One of his favorite memories is of the day you two passed a field a few days after a new lamb was born, her young shepherd letting you hold her in your arms. Your gentle smile and how big even such a small creature looks in your grasp just has him softer than anything. Merry can't help himself imagining the sight of an even smaller animal or maybe even a baby.

✧ Lifts you up with both hands around your middle after daring you to try and reach the highest-hanging delicacies of your favorite apple tree.

✧ Feeling bold, he'll take the opportunity to reach up beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

Pippin

✧ “That’s quite a nice ring. Can I see if it fits me?” “I doubt it, but you can sure try.” Pippin finds it’s a bit too small for his ring finger. “Guess so. My hands aren’t so much bigger, are they? Let me see.” Holds up his hand palm-out just to feel the press of your slightly smaller one against him, smiling with the contact.

✧ Stops by randomly with treats in hand for you, especially things like tartlets from his cousins' house or little cupcakes because even if you don't realize it, those small sweet treats never fail to remind him of you!

✧ It flusters him that much more if he trips in your presence, bringing you, the smaller of your duo, to be the one catching him. At the feeling of your arms around him, though, he will never complain.

✧ He always stays by your side, even to the point of you two falling asleep next to each other. Your head droops to his shoulder, and his rests atop yours.

✧ Forgets himself in his typical habits, slinging an arm around your shoulders when he gets too focused on the topic at hand; when he comes to, he cannot help noticing what a perfect height you are for the pose!

✧ Lets his head fall down the little distance to connect your foreheads when you share an especially fond goodbye or comforting embrace.

Bilbo

✧ Becomes quite the guard dog around you! Will never tolerate a single slight to your character, which has shown to be the very highest thank him very much.

✧ Shyly walks by your hobbit hole when he knows you’ll be picking from your orange tree, hoping you’ll invite him to join you. Fetches the higher-up ones and only keeps them at your insistence. Marvels at the size difference of your hands as you hand him a jar of the marmalade you recently made.

✧ Loves playing up the heights of things in all his wild tales that much more, whether they are trolls or towering cliffs, because surely they are many times your size, right? He thinks with a grin as he spins his yarns.

✧ Gets pushed into a dance with you at some party or another; glancing down to meet your eyes, he cannot help darting a brief gaze to your lips, flushing at their proximity and the feeling of your hands in his.

✧ The first time you grab him into a hug, his hands freeze for a moment before he finally lets them settle at the small of your back, daring to rub a soothing circle there.

✧ "Here," he gets your attention quietly, reaching down, "let me get this for you." Gently his fingers brush your hair, removing the leaf that had gotten tangled in a curl.

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she-wolf09231982 · 1 year

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Chapter 4-The Day of The Fellowship

Summary: The Council of Elrond commences with you in attendance. As discussions become heated, you inaugurate yourself into The Fellowship.

Author Note: LegolasxFemale reader, Legolasx!Female Elf, Y/N, Elves, Hobbits, Dwarves, Men, LOTR movie references, Inserted LOTR script, Sindarian language, Lord Elrond, Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippen

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*State Visits-Incoming and outgoing visitations of Foreign Monarchs to discuss concerns and ideas.

Sindarian to English translations:

* Ir are cin govanneth nin adar?- When are you meeting my father?

*nin bein mellon- my fair friend

*nin cóon-my prince

*nin mellons- my friends

*ward- a courtyard within the castle walls.

*keep- a fortified tower built within the walls and used as a last refuge in case of an attack.

*Havo dad-sit down

*Baw, nin -iel- No, my daughter

*Adar, im will ú- dorth- hi ir im tur- tulu a ar thel- -Father, I will not stay here when I can support a noble purpose.

*Legolas na- with nin- Legolas is with me

*nay- not

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The following morning upon yours and Legolas’ arrival to Rivendell, you found yourself once again meeting him at dawn in the rich and lavish gardens surrounding the kingdom. Just as you’ve always done during your state visits at Mirkwood.

“*Ir are cin govanneth nin adar?” You ask Legolas.

“This afternoon, *nin bein mellon.” He responded.

You look ahead as you walk, your arm hooked and resting on his as he escorts you on the scenic trail.

“You’re still troubled, Y/N.” Legolas observed as he glances over at you.

“I am.” You admit after an extended pause.

“We know not what this council holds yet, Y/N. No need to fret over something we know nothing of.” He responded trying to comfort you.

“The earth is trembling, *nin cóon. I know you feel it, as well. Middle Earth is in grave danger.” You say.

Legolas nodded in agreement.

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After breakfast, you stroll through a palisade that is overgrown in white and blue anemones. Suddenly ahead of you, there is a rustle in the shrubberies. At first, you’re alarmed, and slowly reach for your blade beneath your robes when suddenly two small beings tumble out quite abruptly, rolling to a halt on the gravel path in front of you. You are taken aback to see a pair of hobbits groaning from pain after colliding onto the ground.

You tilt your head to the side studying the silly little creatures as they attempt to stand brushing the dust and dirt off themselves.

“I told you those weren’t raspberry bushes, Pippen!” The one hobbit snickered.

“No, you specifically said they looked like they were, Merry.” Pippen retorted.

“Exactly, I never said that they were actual raspberry.” Merry clarified.

They continued to debate not noticing you approaching them.

You inserted yourself into their conversation.

“I can tell you where the raspberry bushes do grow, if you like?” You say to them.

They both jump back with a gasp, then grasped their chests with a sigh of relief when they see it’s you. Their eyes widened after they realize that you are Rivendell royalty, and each knelt to a knee bowing their heads to you.

You chuckle at them.

“Rise, *nin mellons. I don’t require such formalities.” You say as you walk over to them gently guiding them upward to their feet with your fingertips under their chins.

Pippen and Merry smile at you and exchanged bashful expressions.

“You are too kind, your highness.” Merry stated.

“Please, I am Y/N. Refer to me as such for you are friends to my family and I.” You asserted with an inviting smile.

Pippen and Merry smiled appreciatively at you. You continue.

“Now, let’s find those raspberry shrubs, shall we?” You suggest flashing the pair a mischievous grin.

The two hobbits looked excitedly at eachother and scurried to catch up with you as you proceeded ahead of them.

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The Council finally began to gather in one of the blossoming *wards just off Rivendell’s *keep. You had convinced your father that you should also be present, otherwise you would relentlessly pry him for details later. You were seated to the right of your father, while the other attending members of his council began to settle into their seats facing eachother in a circle surrounding a carved stone pedestal in the center.

You saw Legolas enter with his retinue of Elves from a stone archway. He casted a glance with a faint smile when he saw you. You beam at him but avert your attention to regain your composure realizing you just seen him a few hours ago and shouldn’t be so excited to see him.

You recognize Gandalf the Grey right away and beside him, another hobbit you haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet. A group of dwarves enter as well as Boromir from Gondor. Aragorn arrived last, seating himself quietly on the end.

Your father addressed the congregation,

“Strangers from distant lands, Friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor.”

You notice Legolas perking up in his seat, leaning forward to hang on every word your father said.

Elrond continued,

“Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction…”

You start to fade into fog. Elrond’s words became mumbles to your ears as you sensed troubling times approaching with the news you just heard. You must have been distracted by your thoughts for quite a bit of time, for out of the corner of your eye, you see Boromir approaching the pedestal that displayed a gold Ring upon it. Your elvish hearing returning to you, you hear Boromir speaking.

“…Ilisldur’s Bane is found.” Boromir whispered as he reached towards the Ring.

Your father and Gandalf exchange concerned looks as Boromir’s fingers hover above the Ring.

You father leaps up, “Boromir!”

No sooner does Gandalf stand and begins to chant in the Black Speech. The Ring echoes the harsh words as thunder cracks and the sky suddenly darkens. The council look around them in fear and confusion as your father rubs his temples. Legolas closes his eyes waiting for the chaos to pass. Gandalf finishes his mantra, swaying in place from the heaviness of the words he spoke.

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

“I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond,” Gandalf began still trying to catch his breath, “for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West! The Ring is all together evil.” Gandalf warned, peering over towards Boromir.

Boromir continued to oppose the disposal of the Ring, suggesting using it as a weapon against their enemies.

“You cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.” Aragorn interjected.

Boromir approaches Aragorn arrogantly, words leaving his mouth that you fail to receive when you see Legolas stand,

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

Aragorn raised a hand to Legolas gesturing him to calm down,

“*Havo dad, Legolas.” Aragorn responded in elvish to Legolas.

Boromir scoffed, looked back at Aragorn hissing a retort about Gondor not needing a king, then returned to his chair.

“Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.” Gandalf confirmed.

“You have only one choice,” Elrond continued, “the Ring must be destroyed.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” A dwarf growled as he grabbed his axe striking down upon the Ring.

He is repelled back, sending him to the ground. The ring remains unscathed, while his axe lays in shards around the pedestal.

You notice the hobbit next to Gandalf wince in pain suddenly. You tilt your head at him, while clairvoyantly reading his thoughts, you see the Eye of Sauron.

“The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we possess here-“ Elrond began.

He continues to explain that the Ring must be unmade where it was created; it will need to be casted into the fires of Mount Doom.

“-One of you must do this.” Elrond stated.

You notice Legolas’ chest rise with pride. He was already prepared for the challenge. You beam at him, staring in awe and also in fear. He will leave here, and you will be held here against your will awaiting his return…if he did return. You’re taken back from your deep thoughts when you hear Boromir barking at the council.

“-And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with 10 thousand men you can do this. It is folly.” He scoffed again.

Legolas stood indignantly, “Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?” He projected.

You revert your attention to him as he stood, alarmed at the rising intensity in the air. Legolas continued.

“The Ring must be destroyed!” He stated again.

Gimli spoke up, “And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it?!” He mocked at Legolas.

Legolas gave Gimli a scathing glance.

“And if we fail? What then?!” Boromir argues.

“I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!” Gimli spat.

Arguments erupted amongst the council members. Elves advanced on the dwarves, but Legolas extended his arms out to restrain them.

You stood as your father approached the mixed council quarreling and bickering over eachother. All you could do was stand there still, your eyes darting between each of them with your heart and mind racing trying to contemplate a way to de-escalate this muddle.

Your focus is suddenly pulled by a scorching heat towards the stand where the Ring rests. You look to see flames engulfing the surface of the Ring. You then hear an obscure; booming voice arise from the Ring.

“Ash Nazg Durbatuluk! Ash Nazg Gimatul! Ash Nazg Gimbatul! Ash Nazg Gimbatul!”

As these words hang in the air, the intensity of the arguments increases. You then notice the one hobbit from earlier stands and addresses the arguing council with a dawning look of determination across his face.

“I will take it!” He calls out to the council. They continue to argue, so he repeats,

“I will take it!!”

The fighting dies down. Gandalf closed his eyes as he heard this statement. All attention is redirected towards the young hobbit, as he continues.

“I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though- I do not know the way.” He added.

Gandalf approaches him.

“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear.” Gandalf placed his hand reassuringly on Frodo’s shoulder.

Aragorn rose to his feet, “If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword.” He pledged as he kneels before the hobbit.

Legolas stepped up, “And you have my bow.” He stated.

A gruff voice arises from behind the group, “And my axe!” Gimli pushes through the circle joining Legolas on his left.

Gimli exchanged a begrudging look with Legolas.

Boromir approaches, “You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of one Council, then Gondor will see it done.” He joins the group.

A proud smile spreads across your face watching this act of unity blossoming before you. Your father is pleased as well.

Suddenly, another hobbit you didn’t know appears.

“Hey! Mister Frodo is not goin’ anywhere without me!” This hobbit known to be Sam, stood proud next to Frodo crossing his arms in protest.

“No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.” Elrond chastised, looking somewhat displeased with the intrusion.

Not sooner after you father’s words did the two hobbits you met on your walk earlier emerge.

“Wait we’re coming too!” Pippen and Merry shout as they join the ever-growing group of volunteers.

Your father flashed a surprised irritated look, but softened his expression as he observed the assembly before him.

“Nine companions…So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!” He announced triumphantly.

You stepped forward, “Ten.” You stated boldly.

Legolas’ eyes flashed to you in apprehension. His eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Your father and the remaining members of the council direct their gazes upon you, all looking as puzzled as the next.

“*Baw, nin -iel.” Your father disputed.

You turn your attention to your father whose face now appears hardened and stern. You sense he’s alarmed and panicked by your declaration.

“*Adar, im will ú- dorth- hi ir im tur- tulu a ar thel-" You respond serenely walking towards him. He meets you halfway to speak directly to you.

“This journey is besieged with dangers and perils beyond your understanding, Y/N.” Elrond whispers to you firmly. His concerned sharp eyes glossing over with what looks to be tears.

You take your father’s hands in yours, squeezing them comfortingly as you speak.

“Father, it is time I serve our family, and our people for the greater good of Rivendell. I am very capable to complete this quest, and The Fellowship could benefit from having a woman accompany them.” You explain then continue.

“Besides,*Legolas na- with nin.” You added, while looking over at Legolas who is staring intensely at you.

Your father turned and observes Legolas with eyebrows furrowed giving him a once over. Elrond knows Legolas is an elf more than worthy of his youngest daughter. He also knows if he tries to keep you from accompanying The Fellowship, you will certainly go without his consent. Elrond sighed in defeat, then looked back to you lovingly with a slight grin.

“Legolas, come forth.” Elrond commanded loudly.

Legolas proceeded to you and your father, standing tall and proud, chest steadily heaving with anticipation. Elrond slowly faces him.

“Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, do you vow to keep my daughter, Y/N, princess and self-proclaimed protector of Rivendell at your side; *nay allowing her out of your grasp nor sight; seeing she is protected at all costs from harm’s way throughout this precarious journey with The Fellowship to its end?” Elrond announced for the entire council to hear.

Legolas places his right hand over his chest and bows to Elrond.

“I swear by the Greenleaf name and all that my heart possesses, I will see to it Y/N remains at my side for the duration of this quest until I return her to you, my Lord.” Legolas’ voice deep and honeyed as he dares to raise his eyes to yours without lifting his head, meeting your gaze devotedly.

Your heart soars as Legolas’ sky-blue irises pierce every inch of your soul, sending waves of warmth to your cheeks. You award Legolas a smile.

“So, it is ten.” Elrond continues. “Rise, Legolas, Guardian and Defender of Princess Y/N. May all the strength and vigor of Middle-Earth lead you to victory.”

Elrond then addressed the rest of The Fellowship.

“And to you all.” He added with an approving nod.

Each member of The Fellowship respectfully lowered their head to Lord Elrond.

Legolas claims his position at your side, placing his hand gently on the small of your back sending you into a whirlwind of sensations. Although his touch had you outright glowing, you stand tall, head held high, shoulders back and hands folded in front of you maintaining your royal disposition. You and Legolas were a magnificent vision standing side by side. Ready to face head on whatever underworldly challenges come your way…together.

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