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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 2 years

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Vision- Elrond x OC

Elrond x Iris

Description: While in the Council of Elrond, Iris experiences visions that leave her physically and emotionally weak. Thankfully her husband is there to comfort her when she has doubts about her past.

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“Strangers from distant lands, friends of old,” Elrond greeted the council, standing up respectfully. Iris sat straight with her hands in her lap. It was obvious to everyone that she was tense, nervous even. She knew why her husband had called a meeting of elves, men and dwarves alike and she absolutely hated it. Nevertheless, as his wife she felt obligated to attend by his side, and so there she sat. She glanced around the room, immediately recognizing Aragorn and Legolas, before her eyes landed on her husband as he continued.

“You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction, no one can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom,” he paused before gesturing to Frodo. “Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.” Everyone’s eyes were glued to the hobbit as he stepped forward anxiously. He walked over to the stone plinth in the middle of the circle and placed the Ring on it as carefully as he could.

“So it’s true,” a man muttered, sounding shocked. Frodo sat back down and sighed, closing his eyes as Legolas and an unfamiliar dwarf eyed the Ring suspiciously.

“Indeed it is,” Iris responded distantly, eyes not leaving the Ring. Elrond glanced at his wife as he returned to his seat. She barely managed to tear her eyes away and offer him a reassuring smile before the man began to speak again.

“In a dream, I saw the Eastern sky grow dark,” he paused as he began walking towards the Ring. “In the West, a pale light lingered. A voice was crying, your doom is near at hand. Isildur’s Bane is found.” He glanced at Elrond, who shot Gandalf a concerned look, before gesturing to the ring. “Isildur’s Bane.” Iris’ eyes widened at his words and she let out a loud gasp as Lord Elrond jumped to his feet.

“Boromir!” He reprimanded sternly. The sky suddenly darkened, and Gandalf began speaking in the Black Speech. Boromir jumped back, staring at the sky in bewilderment. The dwarf shouted as Gandalf stood, continuing to speak. Boromir backed off to his seat while Elrond held his head in pain, and Legolas grimaced as he closed his eyes. Iris, meanwhile, closed her eyes as a sharp pain shot through her head. It felt like agony to her, yet she couldn’t find any words to describe it.

When the pain settled and Iris opened her eyes, the sky had cleared and the sun reappeared. Her eyes found Elrond’s, and she was quick to notice the worry that filled them.

“I am alright, my love,” she muttered low enough for him to hear. The elf hesitated at first, but upon receiving a nod from his wife, he stood and looked at Gandalf angrily. He scolded the wizard for speaking the Black Speech, something that had never happened in Rivendell, but Gandalf merely brushed it off before stating that the Ring was evil altogether. Boromir, however, refuted it by saying that it was a gift and that his land, Gondor, should be given the weapon to use it against the enemy.

“You cannot wield it,” Aragorn spoke up, causing all heads to turn to him. “The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.” When Boromir questioned what he would know of this matter, Legolas stood rather abruptly.

“This is no mere Ranger,” he said firmly. “He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.” Iris had to hold back a smile when she noticed Frodo’s shocked expression, then faced Boromir again as he raised his eyebrows as Aragorn.

“Aragorn, this...is Isildur’s heir,” he muttered.

“And heir to the throne,” Legolas added. Aragorn said something in Elvish, which prompted Legolas to sit down. Boromir turned to the elf, stating that Gondor has no King nor does it need one, before sitting down and staring at Aragorn disdainfully.

“Regardless, Aragorn is right,” Iris ultimately continued as she stood up, wanting to end this meeting as soon as possible. “We cannot use it.” Lord Elrond nodded and stood beside her.

“You only have one choice. The ring must be destroyed.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” The still unnamed dwarf questioned. He got up and grabbed his axe. Everyone watched as he brought the axe down on the Ring.

Immediately, and without warning, a breathless gasp left Iris’ lips. Her eyes became wide as her head tilted towards the sky. Just faintly she could hear someone call her name before her ears began ringing so loud she thought she had a bell beside her head. Images began flashing in her visions.

A singular red eye watched her just as intently as she watched it, then a dark knight appeared, sword raised threateningly. Sauron.

A bright white light suddenly flashed, nearly blinding her before the scorching lava of Mount Doom came into view, nearly splashing on her as it bubbled and boiled.

Those same images flashed in her mind, engraving themselves into her memory. It was overwhelming, and it suffocated her. She couldn’t breathe.

Then, out of nowhere, it all disappeared and things were back to normal. It felt like whiplash, Iris didn’t know what hit her. Her hearing and sight of those around her came back all at once. The shock from that was enough to make her knees buckle. She just barely registered someone catching her before she fell onto the unforgiving ground, and she numbly looked up to see her husband staring down at her worriedly. His lips moved in slow motion, but his words sounded like muffled nonsense to her. She finally registered what he was saying as he turned to Lindir.

“Fetch my sons, they should be outside,” he demanded urgently. Lindir nodded and wasted no time in scurrying out. Iris glanced around dazedly. It was clear that no one else had been affected like she had as all eyes were on her worriedly. She flinched as another pair of arms wrapped around her middle, lifting her up and holding her bridal style. Her head lolled to the side before her eyes landed on Elladan. He wasn’t looking at her though, instead at his father as he spoke.

“Take her to our bedroom and look after her until I get there. I still have business to finish here,” he instructed.

“Yes Ada (father),” Elrohir and Elladan responded simultaneously. Iris was quick to shake her head, ignoring the dizziness that it caused.

“No,” she spoke up, finally finding her voice. “I’m fine, I can stay here.” Elrond lifted his hand to her forehead for a moment before dropping it.

“You’re too warm. Go get some rest, I’ll join you in a bit.” There was a hint of finality in his tone, and Iris knew that there would be no convincing him otherwise. So, although very hesitant, she nodded and allowed Elladan to carry her out of the room, refusing to look at anyone else.

“Elrohir, for the last time, I don’t need any more blankets. I feel like I’m in a fireplace,” Iris said for what felt like the millionth time at that point. None of her children had allowed her to even step out of bed since she had been brought in. They opted to bring her whatever she needed instead. Not moving around meant that she had to deal with the full force of her children, and there was nothing worse than children when their mother wasn’t well. They had been flocking her like a pack of birds around a feeder, seeing what she wanted and/or needed so that she wouldn’t have to get out of bed.

“You can never be too sure Ama (mother),” the boy responded with a shrug, setting the small bundle of blankets down by the bed.

“Where are you even getting all these blankets anyway?” The woman questioned, raising an eyebrow when the elf became sheepish.

“Nowhere,” he trailed off with his hands behind his back.

“If Lindir asks what happened to his blanket, pretend like you never saw these,” Elladan added, gesturing to the blankets that his brother had just set aside. Iris opened her mouth to scold the boys, but stopped when the door opened. Arwen appeared in the doorway with a tray of tea and cups in her hands.

“How are you feeling Ama?” She asked softly, making her way over to the bed. A small smile appeared on the woman’s face and she shook her head.

“As I’ve been telling your brothers for the last ten minutes, I’m perfectly fine,” she responded, receiving incredulous looks from the others. “I am! Honestly, I just needed a little bit of rest, I’m okay now.” Arwen grinned as she began to pour the tea into a cup.

“Too bad, Ada says that you’re to stay in bed until he can come check on you,” she said simply. Iris only offered her an exasperated sigh then sat up as her daughter poured milk and sugar into her tea before holding it out to her.

“Yerba mate tea,” she informed her as the older elf took it. “Ada says that it helps with fatigue and any dizziness you may still have.” Iris mumbled a thanks before taking a sip, cringing a moment later.

“Careful,” a voice said from the door, making the others look in that direction. Elrond was standing there with his hand on the doorknob and a fond smile on his face.

“You must learn to wait until the tea has cooled down before taking a drink,” he reprimanded lightly as he walked over to her.

“Why do that when I could drink tea faster then deal with the repercussions later?” The girl responded simply, making the children laugh. Elrohir scooted over to make room for his father, who took a seat right beside his wife.

“How are you feeling?” He inquired, already resting his hand against her forehead like he had earlier.

“Better. Can I get up now?” Elrond chuckled at his wife’s impatience then shook his head.

“You’re still a little warm.”

“That could be attributed to the hundreds of blankets that both Elladan and Elrohir have supplied me with,” Iris retorted flatly, taking another sip of her tea. Her husband hummed, then glanced around at the twins and Arwen.

“Leave us please,” he instructed softly. The trio looked hesitant, but once Iris nodded, they stood up. As they walked out, they pressed a kiss to their mother’s cheek. Arwen was the last out, and she was sure to close the door afterwards. For a moment, neither said anything as she continued to sip her tea. Elrond was the one to finally break the silence.

“I’m not going to force you to talk about it,” he started softly, looking at her again. “But I have found that people have been known to feel better if they talk about what bothers them.” Iris hesitated for a moment. She knew that he wasn't lying, he wouldn’t force her to talk about what happened. Did she want to put that burden on him though?

Her eyes met Elrond’s, and all it took was a reassuring smile to break her. She told him everything that she saw after Gimli attempted to break the Ring, and everything she felt. The fear that coursed through her veins when she saw Sauron, the suffocation that pressed against her chest as she looked into Sauron’s eye, everything. Elrond listened patiently, allowing her to vent her thoughts and feelings.

“What if,” Iris paused to swallow hoarsely. “What if the reason I had such a reaction was because I truly am the descendant of Sauron?” The fear in her voice was the first thing Elrond noticed, and he immediately shook her head.

“It matters not who you are descended from, the same way it does not matter who Aragorn descends from,” he responded softly yet firmly, taking his wife’s hand in his. “What matters is who you are. And you are a great witch of Rivendell and excellent healer. You love cloud watching and nice smelling candles while you read. You hate going on hunts with us because you hate the thought of killing any living thing. You are Iris Peredhil, leader of Rivendell and the love of my life.” Iris offered him a weak smile and gingerly squeezed his hand.

“And you are the light of my life,” she muttered softly. That made the elf grin and he moved over to wrap an arm around her waist, allowing her to rest her head on his chest.

“Soon you will not have to worry about the Ring,” he informed her. “The Ring will not be staying in Rivendell, it can do you no more harm. A group consisting of hobbits, men, elves and dwarves alike have formed a group called the Fellowship of the Ring and they will be taking it to Mordor to destroy it.”

“Valar keep them safe,” Iris breathed out quietly, looking up at her husband as she cuddled into him and let him rest his chin on the top of her head. “They will need all the prayers they can get for this journey.” Elrond nodded just a bit, holding her closer.

“Maybe so, but it is no concern of yours anymore. Or any of Rivendell’s for that matter. All that I care about is that my family is safe and happy.” The girl grinned then pressed a loving kiss to his cheek.

“You don’t need to worry about that, we’re all perfectly content.” Elrond copied her smile.

“Then I am as well.”

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rangers-are-cool-moved · 2 years

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Star of No Return

For: Open Prompt: Time travel - When the Last Alliance fails

For many folk, they had once been the Men who stayed on the outskirts of society. Secretive and mysterious, they were the ones who protected the lands of the North, despite the distrustfulness of the people who lived there. But what no one knew, no one, not even the Elves. Was just how IMPORTANT the Rangers of the North would become in the fight to save Middle Earth and her many citizens, both mortal and non-mortal alike.

“We’re running out of options- and time, Aragorn. None of us can do this for much longer, even the elves are beginning to falter with exhaustion. We haven’t heard from Elrond or Rivendell in weeks and Tornhad was destroyed. Galadriel and Celeborn still hold the Golden Woods as do the Dwarves with their main strongholds in Erebor and the Iron Hills. But Thranduil died protecting his people, leaving Legolas to lead. Tom’s protecting the Shire and the Hobbits but most of Rohan is burnt to the ground. Gondor still stands but I fear that won’t last.”

The report was both what Isildur’s Heir had expected yet dreaded. They were losing what resistance had been left after the Last Alliance had lost against Sauron at the end of the Second Age. “Thank-you, Saeradan and Candaith.” He glanced around at the remainder of his kin left alive and frowned, realising they were missing someone. “Where’s Hal?”

“I don’t know. He never report-“

The air suddenly went still, like something had just happened. And the Rangers quickly headed outside, hands on their weapons in case their hideout had been discovered. But something, a memory in the back of Aragorn’s mind had started to surface, of his oldest friend asking for an item that belonged to him. He knelt by the side of his foster father but the Lord of Imladris had passed a few seconds earlier.

Galadriel was also there but she had fared only marginally better than Elrond and was fading fast, despite attempts to help her. “ Aragorn... we sent him to.. the past to.. right our failures...”

Hal was gone. But in that same moment of pain and despair, came Hope for the Ranger Chieftain knew his second would do everything he could to make sure the Last Alliance succeeded.

~~~~~~~| The Past: Second Age |~~~~~~~

“We need to... not conscious.. He..- fighting... Someone tell.. - King...”

The voices faded in and out of his hearing but Hal, try as he did, just didn’t have the strength left to pull himself into full consciousness. He wasn’t sure as to where or when exactly Galadriel and Elrond, along with some assistance from the Valar, had sent him in the Second Age. But that could be worked out later when he was able to stay conscious for longer.

What the gender-fluid Ranger had immediately picked up on though, was the lack of evil in the air or in the presences currently surrounding him. And that, for now, was good enough for him. Darkness crept back in again and he faded into full unconsciousness once more. Not stirring again until about seven hours later. When dark grey eyes blinked open slowly and a rather rough sounding voice spoke. “Where am I..?”

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the line of elros ❖ stewards of gondor ❖ headcanon disclaimer

Denethor II was the son of Ecthelion II, and was the twenty-sixth and penultimate Ruling Steward of Gondor. In his youth he was the rival of Thorongil, an outsider who quickly became a trusted general and advisor to Ecthelion; Denethor was jealous of Thorongil’s closeness to his father and trusted him even less when he spoke favorably of the wizard Mithrandir whom he trusted not at all. When Thorongil vanished after a military victory, Denethor was not at all sorry to see him go. When Finduilas, daughter of the Prince of Dol Amroth, came to Minas Tirith to visit her elder sister Ivriniel, Denethor swiftly fell deeply in love with her. Though she yearned always for the sea, Finduilas agreed to marry him and bore him two sons: Boromir, named for the son of Denethor’s own namesake, and Faramir, named for one of the last ill-fated Princes of Gondor. Denethor adored his elder son, but cared little for the younger; Finduilas did her best to raise Faramir on her own despite her own dwindling health, which she believed to be caused by her confinement in the stone city of Minas Tirith so far from the sea. Denethor refused to believe his wife’s ailment was his own doing, and as the Shadow of Mordor lengthened she grew only more ill until she died at the age of only 38, incredibly young for one of the Dúnedain. After Finduilas’ death, Denethor grew grim and silent. He focused on preparing Gondor for the coming war against Sauron, and desperate for knowledge he turned to the palantír of Anor, overconfident in his willpower to resist the contamination of the Shadow. He learned much from the stone, but the stress of contending against the mighty will of Sauron aged him before his time. Denethor was motivated by a need to surpass Thorongil, in whose shadow he still lived, and even the wizards Mithrandir and Curunír. Though he was ever-vigilant in his watch against Mordor, he became blind to all struggles save those between him and Sauron. When his ill-favored son Faramir began to have dreams of Imladris and Isildur’s Bane, Denethor at first dismissed him, but when Boromir came to his brother’s defense and revealed he also had received these dreams, Denethor eventually agreed to send the elder of his sons on a quest to discover their meaning. Boromir was a man of great strength and valour, taking after King Eärnur of old in all ways. He was a valiant captain, defending Osgiliath from Sauron’s first assault, and undertook this quest with determination. He traveled the dangerous road from Minas Tirith to Imladris, facing many hardships but at last reaching Rivendell in time to attend the Council of Elrond. Boromir spoke of Gondor’s struggle against the forces of Mordor, and when the One Ring was revealed he was eager to use its power to defend Gondor. Though his request was denied due to the Ring’s corrupting power, Boromir joined the Fellowship of the Ring on his way back to Minas Tirith. On this journey he came to know Aragorn, the true name of his father’s rival Thorongil, and though there was some conflict of will between them Aragorn earned Boromir’s respect and loyalty. The two men were both bound for Gondor, and above personal pride Boromir desired the protection of his home, which he believed Aragorn could provide as King. Boromir grew close in friendship to the hobbits Merry and Pippin, but developed an obsession with the Ringbearer Frodo Baggins. The Ring preyed ever on his mind, and not even the counsel of the Lady of Lothlórien could free him from its influence. This culminated in Boromir demanding Frodo give him the Ring so he might overthrow Gondor, and when Frodo refused he attempted to take the Ring by force. When Frodo vanished using the Ring’s power, Boromir was overwhelmed with guilt and regret and called for Frodo to return. At last he returned to the Fellowship, and when Frodo’s disappearance was revealed, Merry and Pippin ran off looking for him. Aragorn told Boromir to follow and guard the young hobbits, but when he caught up to them they were surrounded by orcs. Boromir leapt to their defense, slaying many and driving off the rest, but soon more orcs attacked and they were overrun. Boromir sounded the Horn of Gondor and fought valiantly to save Merry and Pippin, but at last he was laid low, pierced by many arrows, and the hobbits were captured. Aragorn found Boromir as he lay dying, holding his broken sword and the cloven Horn. Boromir confessed his ill deeds regarding Frodo, and Aragorn assured him that he was forgiven and had redeemed himself. Thus Boromir died, and was laid in a boat with his weapons and Horn and sent out into the River Anduin he had fought his whole life to defend, his body falling over the Falls of Rauros. Aragorn and his remaining companions Legolas the elf and Gimli the dwarf vowed to rescue Merry and Pippin, and eventually reunited with them after a bitter campaign against the forces of Saruman in Rohan. Both Faramir and Denethor heard the sounding of the Great Horn and were deeply troubled by what it might mean, but it was Faramir who saw a vision of Boromir’s body in the boat and later found the two halves of the Horn of Gondor. Denethor was driven to gaze into the palantír ever more, his anger and despair growing deeper with the loss of his beloved son. When Mithrandir arrived in Minas Tirith with Pippin, whom Boromir had died to protect, Denethor was at first enraged, but he quickly became fascinated by the hobbit and accepted Pippin’s offer to enter his service. Taking counsel with Mithrandir and Faramir, neither of whom he fully trusted, Denethor sent his son to defend Osgiliath, an act that resulted in a great defeat and Faramir’s wounding nearly to the death. As the Battle of the Pelennor Fields raged outside Minas Tirith, Denethor gave into despair and cared only for the life of his only surviving son. His last look into the palantír revealed to him a bleak and hopeless situation, and at last his will broke entirely. He abandoned leadership of Minas Tirith and built a pyre for himself and Faramir, intending to burn them both alive, but he was stopped by Mithrandir and Beregond, one of his guards. Faced with the loss of all he had tried to defend, Denethor broke the white rod of the Steward over his knee and cast it into the flames. Faramir was rescued from the pyre and would later recover, but Denethor II laid himself down upon it and perished with the palantír clutched tight to his breast.

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rainydaymiddleearthimagines · 3 years

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Destiny Calling: Chapter 5

Aragorn didn't know why he was following Boromir, but he was. Course, Boromir had no clue because as he mentioned to Frodo, he could be practically invisible if he wished. He for the most part didn't do anything of an interest to Aragorn. He didn't do anything rude and was in fact, very respectful. He met you briefly, bowing respectfully but you stopped him, saying that you were not someone he had to bow to and wished to be seen as an equal. You said that to most of the people that made an attempt to show some sort of sign of acknowledgement that you were royalty. Aragorn though, noticed his asking of the heirlooms of Isildur. You told him where they were, seeing as when men passed through, they treated the library like a museum of sorts, looking at the remnants of history, collected over the years.

He stuck to the shadows as he watched Boromir. He stared at the broken sword in awe. "The shards of Narsil... the blade that cut the Ring from Sauron's hand." Boromir muttered to himself as he looked at it. He brushed his fingers on the side of the broken blade. "Still sharp.." He whispered. He often wondered to himself if there was anyway he was an heir to Isildur. He knew though that the line had died out... At least that's what he was taught. He had no idea that the other man in the room shared the blood of the man who's sword he was holding. He felt eyes on him, turning to see Aragorn watching him. "But no more than a broken heirloom." He said, setting it back. It slid off, clattering to the ground as he walked off.

Aragorn rose a brow, picking up the hilt from the floor. You walked over, looking at his observant eyes. You could see visible fear in them as he looked at the blade. " You're still afraid of his past, why? You are Isildur's heir...not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his mistake." You said softly, putting your hand on his shoulder. He held the hilt with one hand, his other on top of your hand. "The same blood flows in my veins...the same weakness..." He muttered, looking at the blade. "Your time will come. You will face the same evil...and you will defeat it. You will not be alone through this either." You said softly. He looked at you and then the blade, still uncertain. "Ni sinte -yes's frightening Aragorn. Mal enyal- sina burden does vamme sér- on your shoulders er. Ni am símen. Always indóme n-. (I know it's frightening Aragorn. But remember this burden does not rest on your shoulders alone. I am here. Always will be.)" You said softly. He looked at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before setting the hilt down, walking with you.

You held his hand, whispering sweet little things in his ear to make sure he knew he was safe. He felt calmer around you, like he was always walking on air. He loved making you laugh, it was his favorite thing. He loved your smile, your laugh, the way you breathed... By the gods he loved everything about you. He went to bed that night, you in his arms. Elrond by no means approved of you two sleeping in the same room, much less the same bed as you but he knew for a fact that there was no separating you two. Aragorn typically went to sleep, speaking of past adventures to you. Other times he'd fall asleep just saying how his days went. On the nights he couldn't sleep, you'd tell him of your adventures of Mirkwood, how you'd sometimes try to leave, only to end up at the end Thranduil's icy gaze.

The morning sun shone through the window, you leaning up. You looked over to see a dress already laid out. You rolled your eyes, putting it on in silence. You fiddled with the back strings but felt a pair of hands tying it for you. "I see your sister has been in here." Aragorn said. You chuckled. "She does love to dress me like I'm still a child." You muttered, brushing out the red fabric. "At least she is aware that red is a beautiful color on you." He said making you smile. "And you know what colors I look best in?" you asked. "Usually blue makes you look very pale. Red however brings out your eyes. Green though... Green makes you look very regal." He said making you laugh. "And you know this all, how?" you asked, turning to him. "You wore green at your coronation." he said making you smile before you both left.

You took your seat next to your father, sitting up straight. Elrond leaned over. "Are you prepared for what's to come?" He asked. "Have hope father. We will do this." you said. "With you with them? Of course." He said making you smile as everyone sat down. Frodo looked at you, a small amount of anxiety leaving him as he looked at your little wave. "Bring forth the ring, Frodo." Elrond instructed. He nodded, getting up and setting the ring on a stone plinth before sitting back down next to Gandalf. "So it is true!" Boromir gaped. "Sauron's ring of power." Legolas gaped. "The doom of man." A dwarf said. "It is a gift...a gift to the foes of Mordor! Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, held the forces of Mordor at bay...by the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy...let us use it against him!" Boromir exclaimed.

You and Aragorn exchanged a look. You already had a feeling you knew how Boromir meets his fate. "This something a lot more powerful than any man can handle." you said. "What would you know of this?" He asked making Legolas grit his teeth and Aragorn resist snapping. you said nothing, looking at him with annoyance. If you opened your mouth, you knew your wit would be too quick for your father to stop and you'd say something distasteful. "She is right. You cannot wield it. None of us can. The one ring answers to Sauron alone...it has no other master." Aragorn said calmly, though still clearly annoyed. "And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir asked.

"This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." Legolas snapped. You facepalmed and Frodo looked at Aragorn confused. "Aragorn... This is Isildur's heir?" Boromir asked. "And heir to Gondor." Legolas added. "Havo dad, Legolas...Sit down, Legolas.." Aragorn said. Legolas sighed, sitting back down. Boromir locked onto Aragorn. "Gondor needs no king." He muttered. "Aragorn and Y/n are right...we cannot use it." Gandalf said. "You have only one choice." Elrond said. "The Ring must be destroyed." You said, staring at the golden ring. You could feel the negative energy practically radiate off of it. "What are we waiting for?" The dwarf asked, approaching the pedestal with his axe drawn. You saw him gear up to attack.

"Wait-" But it was too late in trying to warn him. His axe broke on impact, knocking him to the ground. You noticed Frodo wince, raising brow but getting up to assist the dwarf in standing. He waved you off and you noticed him grimace. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." Elrond said. "One of you must do this." You said. "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland. Riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly!" Boromir said as you sat back down. "If it was done once, it can be done again." you said. "Have you heard nothing I have said!?" Boromir asked. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!" Legolas asked. "And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!" Gimli asked. You sighed. "We've made no such claim, neither has Legolas." You halted. "And if we fail, what then?! What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?!" Boromir asked. "I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!" Gimli shouted.

You sighed. "Gimli your hatred for my people is understandable, but do not think of what is best for you but for the rest of the world." you said. "Understandable? Y/n do you hear yourself—" "Father, do not begin with me. You know my opinion." you halted. Gimli rose a brow, never hearing talk of an elf actually agreeing with him. "This is ridiculous, who is taking the ring!?" Boromir asked, the group dissolving into arguing. "Do you not understand that while we bicker amongst ourselves, Sauron's power grows?! None can escape it" Gandalf yelled. You sat in your seat, head in your hand as you looked at it. The group only argued more and more before you heard something.

"I will take it." Frodo said. You looked up, astonished at the young hobbit's choice. "I will take it!" He repeated so the rest could hear. Everyone looked at him with wide eyes. "I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though-- I do not know the way." He said. Gandalf seemed disappointed with this. Not by Frodo's choice but by the fact that this is what it had come to. A poor hobbit who's most likely had to uproot his whole life for this quest to Rivendell and now he had agreed to take it even further. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, so long as it is yours to bear." Gandalf said, putting his hand on Frodo's shoulder. "You have chosen a very dangerous task Mister Baggins. But I will assist you with this." you said, standing up. Boromir was shocked that a woman would even want part in this at all, much less volunteering for battle. You kneeled to Frodo. "You have my blades." you said. "If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will" Aragorn said, clearly speaking to Frodo but looking at you before he too, kneeled. "You have my sword." He said, now looking at Frodo. "And you have my bow." Legolas said, standing near you. "And my axe!" Gimli chimed in. "You carry the fates of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done." Boromir said.

You heard a rustle before Sam darted out from the bushed, making you smile. "Mr. Frodo is not goin’ anywhere without me!" He said. "No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." Elrond said, clearly amused by the actions of Sam. You heard more footsteps. "Wait! We are coming too!" Merry and Pippin shouted. You exchanged a smile with Aragorn. "You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" Merry said. "Anyway you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest... thing." Pippin said. "That rules you out Pip." Merry muttered making you bite back a snort. "Ten companions... So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" Elrond announced. "Great! Where are we going?" Pippin asked making Aragorn finally crack a laugh. You chuckled, looking across at your lover with a smile. Boromir rose a brow, noticing the exchange.

You packed that night, feeling relief when you wore your armor rather than your dress. Dinner was spent with talks of roads until your brothers arrived. "Who might you be?" Pippin asked. "Pippin, those are my brothers" You said with a smile. "Elladan." you introduced as he sat next to you. "Elrohir." you introduced as he sat down on your other side. "How many siblings do you have?" Merry asked. "Just three." you answered. Arwen sipped on her drink. "I must say... It is rather peculiar for you to wish to join us on the journey." Boromir said. "Not if you know Y/n." Elladan said. "What are you like?" Boromir asked. "Curious." you said. "...Insane." "reckless" "hyperactive." Your siblings chimed in. "I'd say more... Spirited." Legolas said. " You know her personally?" Frodo asked. "My father helped raise her." He said. "I'd say she's a valuable asset." Aragorn said. "Thank you!" You huffed. "Well we all know why you think that." Elrohir teased. Aragorn hid his smile by taking a drink as you flushed pink with embarrassment. "How is she a valuable asset?" Sam asked. "She has an ability to speak with nature." Aragorn answered. "I thought all elves had that ability." Boromir said confused. "Yes, we do. But it is usually very hard to hear without focus. It sounds like whispers. Y/n can hear them without trying and she can actually make it respond." Arwen answered. "I see." Boromir muttered. "It comes from her lack of immortality." Legolas said. Everyone else looked up. "You're not immortal?" Merry asked. "No." you shook your head. "I thought all elves were." Pippin said. "We can choose not to be." You said. "Why did you choose not to be?" Frodo asked. "Which reason would you like to hear?" you asked. "Any of them?" Frodo said confused. "...I felt it to be an unfair advantage for those who were not blessed with long lives." You said. "What was the other reason Miss Y/n?" Sam asked. You looked over at Aragorn and smiled. "I wish to spend one lifetime with the one that makes me content than to spend thousands walking this plain alone." You answered.

All the hobbits noticed the look that Aragorn and you exchanged. It was confirmed to everyone at the table that you and Aragorn were definitely in some sort of relationship. Gimli however was pretty much the only person at the table who had no idea to the relationship. Aragorn smiled, looking at his glass. Arwen fidgeted with her necklace in thought. "Uh... Miss..." "Arwen." She reminded Sam. "Right. Miss Arwen, what is that necklace?" He asked. "The Evenstar necklace is like a symbol to our family name." She said. "My sister wears one as well." She added, you showing it. "We have crests on our armor." Elladan said. The group seemed interested in mostly you. Not much was known about you due to your awkward start of the journey. You revealed some interesting facts to them, telling them of your abilities of foresight but keeping Boromir's death secret. The fact though they fixated on was your ringwraith visions. "You knew they were coming?" Frodo asked. "Normally I can feel them." you admitted. "What does it feel like?" Pippin asked. You pondered, a grave look coming over you. "Dread...Darkness. I... can usually smell blood too." you muttered. Aragorn frowned. He knew your visions were a burden to you. Sometimes if you spoke on a subject long enough you'd basically force yourself into having another vision. He sat there, observing your eyes as they closed.

You leaned forward, Arwen stopping your body from hitting the table. Sam rose and Aragorn got up, walking over and kneeling next to you. You opened your eyes. "Are tye alright mime mel (are you alright my love)?" He asked. You nodded slowly. Arwen handed you a glass of water. "Frodo, I'm sorry that is what you have to bare." You muttered. Frodo rose a brow. "What do you mean?" He asked. "I've seen the visions you've had." You muttered. He blinked. "You have?" He asked. "The voices... The eye... Fires..." You shook your head and put your hand to your head. "Perhaps you should lie down." He said. You shook your head. "I'm alright. I swear." You said. Elladan stood up. "I'll switch seats so you can ensure she'll be fine. " He said. You said nothing, feeling a slight headache as you heard a low hum from the ring. You looked at it, Elrohir noticing your tired eyes before Aragorn held your hand, instantly breaking the focus. Relief hit you and you cleared your throat. "My apologies. My visions can... Bombard me. Sometimes." You said softly. "it's alright your high—" "Please don't use formalities with me. I'm not above any of you. You are all my equals." You halted Sam. Pippin smiled and he nodded. "You seem like you'd make a good ruler." Pippin said. Boromir rose a brow to this comment. "I agree." Arwen said. "You do?" You asked. "We all believe this." Elladan said. "Why?" Boromir asked. "Our sister has always put our people over herself. She's also a brilliant strategist." Elrohir said. You smirked. "You say that because you're the one who trained me." You laughed. He smiled but shook his head. "You're also a good fighter." Elladan said. "Again. You two trained me." You said. "You lack a lot of the etiquette." Arwen muttered making you sigh. "Maybe if your courses weren't so annoying I might've made it a point to listen!" You said gritting your teeth. "I would say she handled herself well at the meeting." Boromir said. "See! Royalty thinks that I did fine!" You said. "I don't care what anyone else thinks, you still haven't even officially passed the dinner etiquette course!" Arwen sighed.

"Who on this earthly plain needs six different forks!?" You asked. Aragorn snorted and Arwen groaned. "It is the proper thing to know!" She said. "It is a pointless thing to know." You huffed. She sighed. "She is, outside of etiquette, a woman who is very skilled and intelligent." Arwen finally said. You looked over at her, raising a brow. "Thank you." you said. "Course, she also has made a habit of falling out of trees." Arwen added. "HEY!"

Everyone soon retired to their rooms. Boromir stood on his balcony looking at the valley. He couldn't help but feel out of place next to you and Aragorn. Yes, you technically were his equal. But with the way Isildur's heir looked at you, the way everyone spoke of visions of the future, seeing you on a throne... Boromir knew in his heart that you were destined to be queen of Gondor. He knew that Aragorn would be king one day. One question lingered in his mind, echoing its anxious call.

The question was: were you two going to prove that you were ready for this?

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The Within Series | Legolas Greenleaf

Book 1: The Devil Within - 1.8

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Nyx of Tyndall does not know love or kindness. Cursed at a young age by a jealous witch, Nyx has lived a life of solitude and death.

Until Gandalf the Grey requests her presence and uncontrollable skill in assisting a young Hobbit across Middle-Earth with nine others to destroy a ring so powerful all fall victim to its evil.

Not only must Nyx face Orcs, demons, and creatures she’s never seen before, but also the devil inside. Controlling the devil is the key to finding freedom in a spell that can’t be broken. But it will not be so easy for Nyx when every obstacle she faces pushes her to an edge she cannot return from.

Chapter Eight

Nyx marched through the halls of Rivendell angrily. Flight of stairs after flight of stairs she went until she was at the highest lookout point the Elves of Rivendell had built. The sound of water cascading down the mountain drowned out the sound of blood pumping angrily in her ears, but she could still feel it nonetheless. She crossed a small arched bridge in front of waterfall. The mist that came off put out the smoke on her cape.

Nyx discarded her cloak angrily, throwing it on the floor and kicking it away. Her face burned with anger and she rubbed her face, frustrated tears running down her cheeks. Not even a week she’d worn the ring and already it had torn down the defenses she’d spent over a decade building up. She braced herself against the stone balcony railing.

“Focus, Nyx. Like Gandalf taught you.”

“Milady Nyx?” An Elf stood timidly at the top of the stairs. Clearly, he knew he was interrupting something. “Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes.”

“Tell Elrond and Gandalf I will not be attending. They will understand.”

The Elf hesitated and then bowed. “Of course, Milady Nyx. Would you like to have it sent to your room?”

Nyx hesitated and then nodded curtly.

The Elf bowed once more and then descended the stairs quickly and Nyx felt her knees give out, splitting when they hit the stone. Her fingers gripped the stone spindles and her head rested against them. Nyx couldn’t find it in herself to move. Not even as the sun began to set and the temperature dropped.

Nyx was tired. She could go no further.

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When Nyx woke up the next morning, she was still on the outlook, her cloak wrapped around her like a blanket with leaves in her hair.

Someone was touching her shoulder. She saw the familiar staff before she heard the voice.

“My dear, why sleep on the floor when you’ve been offered a bed.”

Nyx looked away. All around her were burnt leaves and grass. Her fingertips were black with ash. She’d spent a long time trying to control her anger the night before. And though she hadn’t burned down a gazebo, Rivendell wasn’t completely unscathed. “What time is it?”

“The Council is about to begin but Frodo refused to start without you. He insists you be part of the meeting.”

Nyx frowned. She wanted no part of the Ring and its journey, wherever it led. Not after what it did to her in less than a week. She felt the anger in her, glowing bright. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly.

“Come on. Up you get.” Gandalf helped Nyx to her feet and began to fret over her, pulling the leaves and twigs out of her hair and brushing down her cloak. “That’ll do.”

Nyx frowned and self-consciously pulled her hair into a bun at the nape of her neck. They descended the stairs quickly, Nyx trailing behind the grey wizard. “Gandalf, I do not want to go with the Ring.”

“You do not have to. But attend for Frodo’s sake. Here,” he grabbed Nyx’s scythe and placed it in her hands. There was still dried blood on it from the last time she used it. “Come.”

Everyone was already seated in the Council Room and Nyx moved to stand behind Frodo’s chair. He smiled gratefully at her over his shoulder. She tried to smile back but wasn’t sure how convincing it was.

“Strangers from distant lands,” Elrond began. “Friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall.”

Nyx found Aragorn’s eyes across the circular room, fear brimming in her eyes. Her gave her a calm smile before turning to look at someone else. The Elf from the day before. They shared a familiar look with one another. A look of familiarity and friendship.

“Each race is bound to this fate – this one doom,” Elrond continued. “Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.”

Frodo stood on shaky legs, looking at Gandalf and then Nyx behind him. She nodded encouragingly at him. He reached into his pocket as he walked towards the small stone table in the middle, octagonal in shape. He placed it on the stone gently but still, everyone heard it thud, like a boulder hitting the bottom of chasm.

Immediately, the Ring began to hum and sing, and everyone sat forward in their chairs, drawn to it. Except for Nyx. She took a step back in fear. Her fingers began to warm.

“So, it is true,” a man murmured. He stood up slowly. “In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark. But in the west, a pale light lingered. Voices crying. Our doom is near at hand.” He moved closer to the Ring. “Isildur’s Bane is found.” He reached his hand forward. “Isildur’s Bane.”

“Boromir!” Elrond shouted. The man stood up with a fright, shaken out the Ring’s lure, and looked to the sky in shock as it began to darken.

Gandalf stood, reaching a hand to the sky. He began to chant in Black Speech.

Ash nazg durbatulûk

Ash nazg gimbatul

Ash nazg thrakatulûk

Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul

Nyx stared at the Ring, reciting the translation under her breath. It was the inscription on the Ring.

“One Ring to rule them all,

One Ring to find them,

One Ring to bring them all

And in the darkness bind them.”

With Gandalf’s word, the sky brightened as fast as it darkened and everyone sat back down except for Nyx, who had no seat.

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

“I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond,” Gandalf said to Elrond. “For the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the west. The Ring is altogether evil,” he reminded the people in front of him.

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

“It cannot be used against its true master,” Nyx said angrily. “All it does is pull the evil from within and make you a monster.”

“And what do you, a mere girl, know about the Ring?” Another man spat at her. The rage bubbled in Nyx and her fingers did more than warm. Someone laid a hand on arm. Gandalf.

“Nyx is right,” Aragorn said. “You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.”

“And what would a Ranger know of this matter? You are no more experienced than the girl!”

“This is no mere Ranger.” Nyx watched as the silver-haired elf stood up. “He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.” Aragorn and the Elf did know each other.

“And it would not be wise to insult Nyx,” Elrond added. “For she has the nasty habit of catching fire.”

“Witch!” A man hissed. Nyx glared at him, her eyes flaming orange. It was one of the few tricks she’d picked up over the years. The man gasped and then fainted, and Nyx smirked. She swore she heard Gandalf chuckle too.

Boromir looked at Nyx and then Aragorn. He chose to focus on the latter. “This is Isildur’s heir?”

“And heir to throne of Gondor,” the Elf added. Nyx winced. Salt in the wound, if you asked her.

“Havo dad, Legolas.” Nyx glanced at the elf as he obeyed his friend’s words to sit down. So his name was Legolas.

“Gondor has no King,” Boromir said. “Gondor needs no King.”

“Then what does that make you?” Nyx wondered.

Gandalf spoke before Boromir could respond to Nyx’s angry words. “Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.”

“You have only one choice,” Elrond added. “The Ring must be destroyed.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” The Dwarf with ginger hair and a thick Scottish accent stood up and swung his axe. His axe should have shattered the Ring. Instead, the axe splintered into pieces and the Dwarf was thrown onto his back.

Frodo flinched, grabbing for his head. Sauron’s Eye flashed in his mind.

Nyx dropped to the ground, feeling a stabbing pain in her chest as images flashed in her mind. White hair. Fire. A blade dripping in blood. Somebody screaming. She coughed and black liquid splattered onto the stone. Ichor. Her cheek burned.

“The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any craft we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came.”

Nyx wiped at her lips with the sleeve of her dress and stood up on weak legs. Gandalf offered her his arm.

“One of you must do this.”

There was silence all around.

“One does not simply walk into Mordor,” Boromir argued quietly. “Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.”

“Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?” Legolas demanded. “The Ring must be destroyed!”

“And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it!” Gimli argued.

“And if we fail, what then?” Boromir added, standing up. “What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?”

Gimli stood up – not that it made him any taller. “I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!”

The other Elves stood at Gimli’s insult and, soon enough, everyone was standing and yelling over one another. Frodo sat still, staring at the Ring as it called for him.

“Nyx?”

“Yes, Frodo?”

“I think it needs to be me.”

“Are you saying that because It calls to you or because you are strong enough to fight Its call?”

“I’m doing it because I don’t want to do it. Everyone is fighting to be the one because they don’t want somebody else to do it. I just want it done.”

Nyx smiled. “Then say so.”

Frodo’s announcement went unheard the first time. And the second. Nyx huffed and grabbed her scythe, which she had placed on the ground at the beginning of the meeting. She lifted it and swung it down against the concrete as hard as she could. The blade embedded itself in the concrete until no more metal could be seen. The crack echoed all across Rivendell and across the ponds and ocean, bouncing off the sides of the cliff. The Men, Elves, Dwarves, and Wizard stopped arguing instantly.

Elrond sighed indignantly. “Why must you always break something when you visit?”

“Because you ignorant and stubborn men never listen. Now, shut up and sit down. All of you.” She stepped back as Frodo stepped forward, swallowing thickly. His hands were so sweaty.

“I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though…I do not know the way.”

“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins.” Gandalf gently touched the young Hobbit’s shoulder in reassurance. “So long as it is yours to bear.”

Aragorn stood. “If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will.” He walked across the circular room and knelt at Frodo’s feet. “You have my sword.”

“And you have my bow.” Legolas moved to Frodo too, passing Nyx on the way.

“And my axe,” Gimli promised.

Boromir stepped forward slowly. “You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.”

Nyx stared at Boromir a moment longer. She didn’t like the way he spoke to Frodo, and she certainly didn’t like the faraway look in his eye.

“Heh!” Something brushed the side of Nyx’s skirt and she watched as Sam jumped from behind some bushes and ran to Frodo’s side, crossing his arms. “Mister Frodo’s not going anywhere without me.”

Elrond looked down at Sam in both disappointment and pride. “No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not.”

“Doing some gardening again are we, Master Gamgee?” Gandalf asked with a pointed look in his eyes.

Sam looked down at his feet awkwardly. Nyx smiled.

From the other end, someone shouted. “Oi! Wait! We’re coming too!”

Nyx bit back her laughter at Elrond’s expression as the two cousins rushed to stand beside Frodo as well.

“You’d have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!” Merry insisted.

“Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing.”

Merry looked at Pippin. “Well, that rules you out, Pip.”

Pippin looked offended. Frodo turned around to look at Nyx, who was standing separate from the group.

“What about you, Nyx? Will you come with me?”

“You want me to?”

“Why wouldn’t we?” Aragorn said. “We could use a dragon in our company.”

Nyx smiled. For once, the name she’d been given wasn’t be used in anger or fear. “Then you shall have her.”

“Ten companions. So be it,” Elrond announced. “You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.”

Part 1.9 ➺

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Unexpected Fate

Inheritance Cycle (Eragon) & Lord of the Rings Crossover

Summary: Vilansia and her dragon, Svellevarina, have spent many years training the young dragon riders alongside Eragon and Saphira. But their time of adventure has come. The people of Middle Earth have called for aid and Alagaesia will answer.

Chapter 4: Council of Elrond

A set of seats were arranged in a half-circle around a stone table with Lord Elrond seated just behind that. I was placed in a seat at the end to allow room for Svellevarina to be next to me. I spotted Frodo and Gandalf as they walked in together and took their seats. Frodo sat next to me, his large feet dangling off of the edge of the chair. Gandalf sat on his left. There were other Elves here as well, though their dress suggested that they were not Elves of Rivendell. Dwarves were present, their grumbling voices not dissimilar to the dwarves of Alagaesia. Svell's presence was causing unease among their group, their hands resting on the hilts of their weapons as they stared at her. Lastly, there were men seated within the council, and they too were fascinated with my dragon.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old," Elrond began. "you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction, none can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom," He peered at Frodo. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo,"

All eyes were on the young Hobbit as he shuffled out of his chair and reached into his pocket before placing a single golden ring on the stone table. He returned to his seat with a heavy sigh, his shoulders dropped with a lack of tension.

Something in the air shifted. There was tension now, and uncertainty. I strengthened the barriers in my mind to prevent whatever energy this was from influencing me.

"So it is true," one of the men said, leaning forward in his chair. He stood now, addressing the council.

In a dream, I saw the Eastern skies grow dark. But in the West, a pale light lingered. Voices crying 'your doom is near at hand'" He stepped closer to the Ring. "Ilsudar's bane is found." As if in a trance he began to reach for it. "Ilsudur's bane..."

"Boromir!" Elrond commanded as he stood tall before him.

Dark clouds grew over the city as Gandalf came forward, his tone low and grave. He was speaking in a language I did not recognize as the air around us grew thick and heavy. The man, Boromir, retreated to his seat as Gandalf chanted. Svellevarina growled low in her chest with unease.

"Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here," Elrond said, rubbing his temple.

Gandalf made his way back to his seat. "I do not ask for your pardon, Master Elrond. For the Black Speech of Mordor: may it be heard in every corner of the West. The Ring is altogether evil,"

The company shifted in their seats.

"Aye, it is a gift!" Boromir spoke again with renewed vigor. He stood tall before us. "A gift to the foes of Mordor! Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the Enemy, let us use it against him!"

"You cannot wield it," another man replied. He was leaning against the arm of his chair. He sat separately from the other men and his dark attire did not match the dress of anyone else present.

"He comes alone. How odd," Svell commented to me.

"None of us can," the man continued. "The One Ring answers to Sauron alone, it has no other master,"

"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir retorted.

An elf with striking blond hair stood to address Boromir. "This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance,"

Boromir's face fell in disbelief. "Aragorn? This is Ilsuldur's heir?"

"And heir to the throne of Gondor," Legolas affirmed.

Aragorn shook his head at the elf and spoke to him in a foreign language which led him to return to his seat.

Boromir glared at the other man. "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king."

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

"You have only one choice," Elrond said. "The Ring must be destroyed,"

There was only the slightest moment of silence before one of the Dwarves stood from his seat, grabbing hold of his axe as he did. "Then what are we waiting for?" He raised the weapon above his head as he approached the stone table, then slammed it down.

The axe shattered. Pieces of it skittered across the table as the Dwarf was thrown back from the force. And yet the Ring was unharmed.

Elrond watched curiously as the dwarf grumbled his way back to his seat. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came!" He said gravely. "One of you must do this,"

Svellevarina tapped a silver claw against the stone ground where she lay. "Surely my rider and I could bring this Ring to the mountain. My speed in the air and our combined strength is unmatched,"

"One does not simply walk into Mordor," Boromir answered. "It's Black Gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is an evil there that does not sleep, and the Great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire, and ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly,"

The same blond elf shot up from his chair. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!"

"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" The dwarf, Gimli, demanded.

The forced tension returned to the air but was accompanied this time with a dark and quiet whisper. Svell cocked her head as she detected it, her wings tensing. I quickly cast a spell to protect her from the influence of this energy.

"And if we fall," Boromir added, "what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"

Gimli stood to better address the elf. "I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!"

The rest of the Elvish company stood, shouting in defense of their people and the Dwarves were quick to answer with their own shouts.

The whispers grew stronger.

Gandalf stood to address the group of men that had now attempted to get involved in the argument. I turned to Frodo, who had shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I extended my spell to him as well and saw him relax ever so slightly as I did.

"The last thing we need is another dragon to lay waste to our lands and destroy our people!" A dwarf shouted in Svellevarina's direction. She snarled slightly, exposing a few fangs.

"It has an elf under its control, no less!" A man added.

"I assure you, I am under no one's control but my own," I replied.

I heard Gimli scoff as he rested a hand on the shoulder of the dwarf that addressed us. "There are no words from an elf that I can trust,"

I raised an eyebrow. "I would not be present, Master Dwarf, if my dragon and I were untrustworthy,"

"Vilansia, these are petty arguments brought on by the evil energy that surrounds us. It does no good to engage in any of it," Svellevarina said to me.

I rested a hand on a part of her wing that rested against my chair. "It would seem that I need to adjust to this type of magic,"

As the bickering escalated, Frodo shifted in his seat once more until he stood in front of it. "I will take it!" he yelled to the group. "I will take it!" The arguing ceased at the sound of his shouts. The company turned to take in the Hobbit. "I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though, I do not know the way,"

"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins," Gandalf said to him with a gentle pat on his shoulder. "As long as it is yours to bear,"

The man dressed in dark leather, who I recalled was named Aragorn, looked to him. "If in my life, or death, I can protect you, I will." He knelt in front of Frodo. "You have my sword." The man then stood next to the Hobbit.

"And you have my bow," the blond elf stated, coming to stand with the forming group.

"And my axe!" Gimli added.

I moved from my seat to crouch in front of Frodo, gently taking his hands in my own. "You have our oath, as dragon and rider, that we shall always defend you on this journey, Frodo,"

Svellevarina stood on all fours, her head high. "As long as there is wind under my wings and fire in my breath, there shall be nothing that will stand in the way of the destruction of the One Ring,"

His face was full of uncertainty, his blue eyes wide as he looked between me and Svell. I squeezed his hands gently as I let a calm energy wash over him. I went to join the group, standing next to the male elf. Svellevarina stood behind the rest of us.

"You carry the fate of us all, little one," Boromir said as he joined us. "If this indeed is the rule of the council, then Gondor will see it done,"

The bushes behind us rustled with movement. As he shouted, the Hobbit Sam ran out from behind the bush, stopping once he reached Frodo's side. He crossed his arms firmly across his chest. "Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me,"

"No," Lord Elrond said, his eyebrows raised. "Indeed it is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not,"

"Oi!" Another voice shouted. "We're coming, too!" Merry and Pippin shot out from their hiding places and joined the other two Hobbits. "You would have to tie us up in a sack to stop us,"

"Anyway," Pippin added, "you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing."

"Well, that rules you out, Pip," Merry said to him.

There was a moment of silence now, as Lord Elrond gazed upon the group. "Eleven companions." He folded his hands in front of him. "So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!"

"Great. Where are we going?" Pippin inquired.

Svellevarina rustled her wings as she waited for me to finish securing the saddlebags. The two of us were at the entrance of Rivendell where the rest of the company were to join us once they had finished gathering their belongings. There was an unfamiliar feeling resting in my chest as I leaned against Svell's foreleg. It was indeed exciting to be a part of something so incredibly important. But I was unfamiliar with this land and its people and I knew better than to trust them outright. That said, Svell and I were to be partaking on a long journey with them. To not trust them in any capacity would lead to unhealthy tension and conflict.

I closed my eyes, breathing deep. I focused my energy as Eragon-vodhr had taught me many years ago. Life pulsed around me, and I allowed my mind to brush past it all, recognizing its presence gently before moving on to the next. With a final inhale I found my centre, bringing peace and calm back to my mind. released my breath and opened my eyes, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the bright sun.

"Do not worry, my rider," Svell encouraged. She nudged my shoulder with a low hum. "There is nothing that we cannot face together,"

I reached back to scratch the scales on her jaw. "Oh, how lucky I am to have you, Svell,"

"And I, you,"

I turned my gaze to the sound of voices approaching. The four Hobbits made their way over, Gandalf and the man named Aragorn walking just being them.

Gandalf tipped the brim of his pointed hat towards Svell and I. "Greetings, dragon and rider," he gestured to the man beside him. "This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn,"

The man bowed his head. "It is an honor,"

"Kvetha, Aragorn. I am Vilansia of Alagaesia and this is Svellevarina," I introduced. My dragon dipped her head in greeting.

Pippin peered intently at the saddle on Svell's back. "Do they make them small enough for Hobbits?"

Svellevarina cocked her head. "There are riders in training that are children. So, yes,"

He grinned, eyes wide as he looked to Merry. The other Hobbit shook his head, but Pippin carried on anyways. "Do you think I could try?"

Samwise's mouth dropped open as Merry crossed his arms. The others were smiling at Pippin's innocent excitement.

I raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at my lips. "You are asking to ride my dragon?" Pippin took my question to mean that I was offended, and faltered slightly. "What do you think of the matter, Svellevarina?"

She lowered her head to face Pippin. "It would be my pleasure, little Hobbit,"

Pippin let out a shout of glee as he ran over to Svell's side. Upon realizing that he could not reach her back by himself, he glanced back to the rest of us. I made my way over and assisted the Halfling up onto the saddle, climbing onto Svell's leg and lifting him up the rest of the way so that he could clamber on. I talked him through how to secure himself in the saddle as best he could. The straps were not as tight as I would have liked, his small legs not even reaching halfway on the side of the saddle. I urged Svell to fly slow and low to the ground.

The rest of the Fellowship joined us just as Svell stood up with the Hobbit on her back. A smile broke out on my face at the sight. This would be something I would have to share with Murtagh and Thorn, for I doubt they would believe such a story. It was incredibly rare for anyone besides a dragon's rider to be placed on their back, and to be allowed to do so was considered the highest honor. Svellevarina, however, rarely followed normal conventions. The image within itself was amusing, though, as the small Hobbit could be barely seen on my dragon's back.

"You all have been entrusted with the fate of Middle Earth," Lord Elrond said to us. "You would do well to ensure the secrecy of your mission. We simply cannot allow the Ring to fall into the wrong hands." He paused. "I wish you good fortune," Elrond raised a hand, his palm flat, facing us to wish us farewell. Gandalf thumped his wooden staff on the stone floor before taking the lead, Frodo and Sam staying close to him. Svellevarina spread her wings, Pippin crying out as she crouched and jumped into the air, swooping over the group. His cheers lifted our spirits despite the daunting reality of what we were all embarking on. I took my place at the very back of the group, walking with Merry and Aragorn. I glanced behind me, taking in the view of Rivendell for what I assumed to be the last time. It held the same warm, golden hue now in the daytime as it did at night. Soft music reached my ears, and while I did not understand the lyrics, the feeling was undeniable: they were wishing us farewell. Gandalf led us through a passage in the mountainside that surrounded Rivendell, blocking my view of the Elvish city. I lifted my chin as I gazed forward. Now was the time for strength and serenity.

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Translations from the Ancient Language:

-vodhr - honorific praise for a man

Kvetha - Greetings

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PERFECT SECRETS - CHAPTER 3

Legolas x OC

Requested: Nope

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

Warnings: None, just men being men.

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THE COUNCIL OF ELROND

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At this point, Legolas stood up from his chair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elrond opened his arms. “Nine companions-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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spideyanakin · 4 years

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The World Isn’t Quiet Anymore - Part 1; Where It Begins

Peter Parker x Elf! Reader Lord Of the Rings Au

Chapter 1 - The Fellow Ship Of The Rings

Part 1 ~ Where It Begins

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The world felt quiet as you watched your kingdom. The peaceful elves walking around town, enjoying their life, enjoying the spring breeze.

You took a deep breath as a breeze hit your face. The blue sky felt nice, the sun hit your skin barely affecting you.

You mindlessly watched the waterfalls and the birds passing near it. It felt nice to have some peace. You were always with your father, learning how to rule, learning how to be a good leader for your kingdom.

The kingdom of the Valley was at its best. It was beautiful and peaceful, just like your father always wished.

Suddenly you felt the air change. Everything felt weird. The air didn't seem calm but dangerous.

You felt cold, unusual for elf. The sky was blue but seemed grey. One chill made you realize what was truly happening.

He was awake.

He was coming back.

Sauron was awake and was searching for the ring. You could feel it.

You could already sense the coldness of the Witch-King and his Nazguls passing through your forest. They had just left the Shire, searching for Bilbo or any Hobbit wearing the name of Baggins

But of course, you didn't know that. You didn't know where the ring was, no one did.

You felt chills as you questioned why they were heading South. If the ring was there the people who held it was in big trouble.

You left your balcony and walked down to the throne room where you hoped to find your father.

"Legolas?" You asked as you spotted your cousin alone patiently waiting for someone to come in.

"Hi."

"Hey! What are you doing here?" You greeted him with a smile.

"My father sent me and told me to tell your father about council meeting." He paused. "Elrond is having a meeting." He frowned. "The ring has been found, a Hobbit had it. He's calling us to decide the ring’s faith."

"That's why they were here." You frowned and looked towards the door. "They we’re leaving the Shire." You knitted your eyebrows as you walked to the door.

"You sensed them?" He asked concerned about your reaction.

You nodded a small yes and turned back to him.

"Im going with you." You decided while walking pass him.

"No your not." He chuckled. "It's not safe for you. The council is for men and creatures who are willing to fight for the ring. I've come to seek your father."

"Excuse me?" Your eyes went wide at his comment. Did he not know you at all? You were cousins and best friend since childhood and he made you stay in your palace, calling you weak when you had proven him wrong all your life.

"I said your staying. We don't know what will happen with the ring and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Of mister of the wooden realms im coming whether you like or not. Consider me as a creature" With that you walked out and as if on cue your father entered the room.

"Uncle! You can't let Y/n come to the council meeting. We need you, it's too dangerous for her."

The men softly laughed.

"Oh let her be Legolas. She's strong, she can do it. You of all people should know."

He stayed speechless for a few minutes knowing very well your father was right.

You walked out the door in an outfit quite similar to Legolas, him following you out.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope. Im coming with, and you can't stop me." You adjusted your sword on your hip and your bow behind your back.

"It's a long walk." he tried to convince you to leave.

"Oh, I've already walked there. Arwin is a good friend of mine remember?"

Everything you said was just reasoning at Legolas. Every word you hit him with seemed to annoy him even more.

All he wanted was keeping his cousin safe, and he was failing at every step.

Once you were all settles in the few chairs of the council you could feel the looks from trolls and humans.

"What is she doing here?" Boromir snapped as he scanned your figure.

"I come on the account of my father." You made your back straighter and made eye contact with Elrond who didn't mind your presence and even approved of it.

"We can't let a girl deal with the ring!? She'll get tempted to take it in the first five minutes!" Gimli added as he was also outraged by you.

"Excuse me?" You eyes open wide and so did Legolas's

"She won't. I bet she could keep the ring better then you could." Legolas snapped at Gimli who shifted in his seat

“Calm down, she is welcome on the council.” Elrond nodded towards Gimli who grumbled something in his beard.

While he was having a mental breakdown over the fact that an elf princess was putting her nose in important business you scanned the group of people.

"Who is this?" You pointed to a younger human who looked like he had no idea what he was doing here. He looked very uncomfortable in his armor.

"Peter, Son of King Richard of the ocean lands," Legolas whispered to you.

You nodded as something in your mind prevented you from looking elsewhere.

He looked nothing like any human you'd seen. He had soft short brown curls that framed his face. He had honey-colored eyes that seemed to shine in the sun, he was eying the room shifting in his spot, still trying to understand the situation.

Elrond cleared his throat before starting with his speech.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom." He looked at each one of you and settles on Frodo, gesturing to him. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo"

Frodo walked over to the stone plinth in the middle of the circle and carefully placed the ring down. After he did Frodo walked back to his seat and shifted trying to make himself comfortable, still not taking his eyes off the ring.

"So it's true" You eyed Boromir whose eyes were wide open in admiration of the ring. He stood up and unexpectedly started speaking

"In a dream, I saw the Eastern sky grow dark" He made a few steps towards the ring. "In the West a pale light lingered a voice was crying, your doom is near at hand Isildur's bane is found" You shared a concerned look with Elrond and Gandalf and snapped your head back to Boromir who's hand was stretching out to the ring.

"Boromir!" Elrond jumped up as the sky suddenly darken.

Gandalf started speaking and you quickly recognized the Black Speech. You winced as he continued the cursed words. You grabbed Legolas's hand as the words were harder and harder to take in.

Peter eyed the three elves as he didn't understand why you seemed to be in such pain. His eyes landed on you, like they already had previously. It hurted him to see your beautiful traits scrunched up in pain.

You suddenly felt weird as the ring was calling you and Frodo.

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them

You opened your eyes still in pain and made eye contact with Frodo, neither of you understanding why you were the only ones who could hear it.

The sky cleared and the sun reappeared. You felt your body relaxed as you let go of your cousin's hand.

"Never before has anyone uttered words of that tongue here in Imladris" Elrond stood up in anger.

"I do not ask your pardon Master Elrond for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West" Gandalf deadpanned as he made eye contact with the elf."The Ring is altogether evil" He ended his sentence and sat back down.

"Aye, it is a gift!" Boromir stood up and pointed to the ring. "Why not use this Ring?" He walked around the room making eye contact with everyone but you. "Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against him!"

"You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master." Aragorn replied.

"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" He scoffed at Aragorn earning a look from you and Legolas.

Both of you stood up and Peter looked at you with amazement.

"This is no mere Ranger" Legolas stated as he made eye contact with you.

"He is Aragorn son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance" You added as Aragorn gave you an appreciative nod.

Boromir looked at you in disgust before turning his attention to Aragorn his face twisting in disbelief. "This is Isildur's heir?"

"and heir to the throne of Gondor" Legolas continued.

Aragorn held his hand up

"Havo dad, Legolas" He turned his head to you "Y/n."

Sit down, Legolas, Y/n.

Both of you sat down, Peter still looked at you amazed.

"Gondor has no King." Boromir eyed the two of you with such anger it sent you chills down your back. He sat back down and eyed Aragorn “Gondor needs no King.”

"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it" Gandalf brought the conversation back to the ring.

"You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed." Elrond sat up.

"Then what are we waiting for!?" Gimli stood up with his axe and you shared a worried look with Legolas. Gimli smashed his axe on the ring but it shot back to him and sent him flying away.

You backed onto the back of your chair as a vision of Sauron’s eye hit you and Frodo.

Gimli let out a loud grunt as he hit the floor, the blade of his axe being shattered in the process.

The Ring remained undamaged. Gandalf eyed you and Frodo in concern as he saw your pain.

"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the firey chasm from whence it came. One of you........... must do this." Elrond stated and silence fell in the room.

A staring contest fell into the group as everyone eyed each other trying to push one other to take the ring and destroy it. No one in the group wanted to do it and the staring continued.

You eyed Peter who gave you a shy smile, which you gladly gave back. You shared one concerned look with your cousin, your eyes saying it all.

He nodded a no and you nodded yes.

As if on cue both you and Frodo spoke up.

"I will take it!" Both of you smiled at each other.

"Let me." Frodon's eyes soften as he looked at you and yours did the same.

"Please, I can't let you." You replied, your soft elf voice almost enchanted Peter.

"I'd rather die before seeing the ring in the hands of an elf!" Gimli sat up in front of you, Legolas sat up too and stood in front of you in protecting you from Gimli. "And especially in the hands of a female one!" Gimli spat in Legolas face, Peter eyed him in hatred while Legolas shot death glares to him.

"Then I will take it. I will take the Ring to Mordor. Tho, I do not know the way" Frodo placed his hand over his heart and walked towards the ring. You looked at him in awe as he gladly took the mission.

A few seconds passed before Gandalf walked up to him and smiled.

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

"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will, You have my sword" Aragorn did the same as Gandalf and approached the Hobbit.

"And mine." Peter smiled as he walked towards the group, placing a hand on the hilt of his sword.

"and you have my bow." Legolas joined the group forming.

"And mine." You smiled at Frodo and nodded to your cousin who made a face not very happy you were getting yourself into this too.

"and my axe" Gimli sighed before joining you.

"You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done " Boromir nodded and walked towards the group making sure he stood on the opposite side of you.

Sam who was peering through the bushes ran to join Frodo.

"Mr Frodo's not going anywhere without me" He shouted as he made a halt in front of you. You smiled in awe as you saw his Hobbit friends join him.

"Wait! We're coming too!" Two other Hobbits known as Marry and Pippin ran from behind the pillars. You let out a soft laugh as you saw them joining the group.

"Eleven companions... So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" Elrond nodded as he looked at the group.

You placed a proud hand over your cousin's shoulder and smiled, he made a face before giving in, partly happy you were coming with him.

“This is where it all begins.” You smiled to Legolas.

“Indeed.”

"Great! Where are we going?" Pippin asked in an enthusiastic tone, making you smile even more.

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This is Us Part 1

Pairing: Legolas x OC!Reader

Word Count: 2057

Warnings: Um arguing

Summary: When the One Ring was found, it becomes a journey across Middle Earth to destroy it. Watch as the Fellowship is formed, and crossed the continent, where loyalty will be tested, and love blossomed.

A/n: I decided to actually go forth with a series, and see how well I can write one. I will apologize ahead of time if any of the Elvish are wrong. I know it’s not exactly canon for the Valars to have kids, but where’s the fun if we follow canon? None, exactly. So here we are. I’ll eventually rewrite this one day lol.

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3

Thud.

You grumbled as you lowered your bow, letting it fall slightly. The arrows had found their marks, but were nowhere close to the bullseye. With a sigh, you retrieved another arrow from your back, ready to resume practicing.

"Mellon nin, what brings you here?" A familiar voice spoke from behind.

You huffed, lowering your bow once more and pouting at him. "You're the one that said practice makes perfect. Plus, you know that I just started learning how to use one. Don't start telling me that I have to be good at it immediately."

It wasn't like you were forbidden to use your powers, but it was done out of necessity, for secrecy. As a child of both the Valar, Manwë and Varda, you were undoubtedly powerful. You'd watch the creation of Arda for some time, from watching the fight against Melkor to the peace where the elves were invited to live amongst the Valinor. Now under Sauron's reign of terror after so long, you had enough of the pain and suffering of Middle Earth dwellers, and came in favor of guiding them.

Legolas took a few steps forward, until his hands were wrapped around yours. You blushed as he righted your position. "Stand like this, and your bow up higher."

He had been the second elf to befriend you. You had made a home at Rivendell, and soon became the source of many rumors. You were fair, beautiful, even more breathtaking than other elves, but as clumsy as mankind. The elves there assumed you were a halfling, yet for the most part, you ignored the whispers and talks behind your back. Eventually, the rumors had reached Lord Elrond's ears. Knowing better than to dismiss them, he had made a visit.

It was then that you admitted your true identity to the half elf, the first of Middle Earth's people. It didn't take long for the Lord of Rivendell to understand the meaning of why you were here, and swore that he would never let your name be known. Soon, he'd mentioned in his parting words before he left your home, Sauron would feel the shift of power.

Two weeks went by uneventfully until you met the prince of elves, son of Thranduil. It was a coincidental meeting down by the waterfall. There, you became friends with him. And as time passed, he became the second elf to have learned of who you were. It was him that suggested that you learned how to use weapons to better protect yourself.

"This way?" You asked once he let go, turning away from him in an effort to hide the growing blush.

"Just like that," Legolas nodded, watching you train for a moment. "Y/N."

"Yes?" Your eyes still trained on the tree trunk that acted as your bullseye.

"Hir Elrond maquen-o cin." (Lord Elrond asks of you.)

"Mana ceri- cin foeg?" You frowned, turning to glance at him. (What do you mean?)

"Ho anír- cin na n- in i govanneth," Legolas stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. "híril nín" (He wants you in the meeting, m'lady.)

"Am man." (For what? Why?)

He leveled a pointed gaze at you.

You heaved a sigh, and nodded, understanding the underlying meaning in his words. "Where to?"

As Legolas entered the place where the council was going to be held, you lingered behind, tentatively taking slow steps in. You could see the dwarves, the Captain of Gondor, Boromir, Isildur's heir and Ranger of the North, Aragorn, a Ranger lady standing close to him, a hobbit, Lord Elrond, Glorfindel, and finally Gandalf all sitting in a circle.

Instantly, both elves and the wizard snapped their heads to you, two in surprise. For a moment, the sun brightened warmly from behind you. You smiled at Elrond, nodded at Glorfindel, but grinned shyly at your parents' Maiar. You slid closer to Legolas anyways, turning your head back to Elrond when the half elf cleared his throat.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom."

He paused, turning to one of the Hobbits. "Bring forth the ring, Frodo."

The Hobbit that sat beside Gandalf stood up, and took even steps to the pedestal. With a shaking hand, the ring was set upon the pedestal for all to see.

"So it's true," Boromir spoke, while everyone within the Council gazed upon it. Your features screwed into one of upset, and even scowled upon the small piece of jewelry. Sauron, was a follower of your uncle, Morgoth. The power in the ring was overshadowed by your own, yet the evil within it, repulsed you.

"In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark. But in the West a pale light lingered. A voice was crying, 'Your doom is near at hand.'" The Captain of the White tower paced. "Isildur's Bane is found."

Without a second thought, he reached for the cursed ring. Gandalf, Elrond, and you exchanged concerned glances.

"Boromir!" The half elf leapt out of his seat.

Even the wizard himself was affected by the ring's power. Standing up and beginning to chant in the Black Speech, the ring echoed the harsh words. Thunder crackled loudly as the sky darkened. The Council stared around themselves in fear and confusion.

"Fárea!" You roared into the commotion, having had enough. (Enough!)

Cowed by your authority, the voice of the Ring eventually died away. People resumed their seats, horrified, Boromir amongst them. A few curious glances were thrown your way, but you ignored them.

"The Ring is altogether evil!" Gandalf spoke after a pointed silence. Giving the Captain of the White Tower a scathing look, he too took his seat again.

"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor," Boromir resumed, looking unperturbed. "Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"

"You cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master," The Ranger spoke for the first time, the other one holding him back.

"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir almost snorted.

You watched in surprise as Legolas stepped forward this time, briefly brushing his shoulder over yours. "This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

"Aragorn? This… is Isildur's heir?"

"And heir to the throne of Gondor."

Members of the Council widened their eyes at the realization, and turned to observe the Rangers.

"Havo dad, Legolas," The mentioned Ranger replied in Elvish. (Sit down, Legolas.)

"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." Boromir responded, almost childishly, but resumed his seat.

Aragorn briefly frowned, but only relaxed when his companion placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it," The wizard spoke in the awkward silence.

"You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed," The half elven agreed with a nod.

"Then what are we waiting for?" A dwarf spoke out. Grabbing his axe, he approached the pedestal. In one fell swoop, the axe clang against the metal and splintered apart, much to the surprise of many. In response, whispers in the black tongue issued forth from the Ring.

After watching Frodo wincing in pain, Elrond shook his head. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came."

"One of you must do this."

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

Standing indignantly, Legolas shouted, "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!"

"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!" Gimli returned in kind.

"And if we fail, what then?! What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?!" Boromir continued, adding to the fuel.

"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!" Gimli roared. "Never trust an Elf!"

With a shake of your head, you, Gandalf, and Elrond watched as the Council erupted into madness, each fighting the other to be the ring bearer. Through it all, you turned your gaze on the young hobbit as he gazed forlornly at it.

As the commotion continued, Gandalf thumped his staff on the ground, demanding silence. "Do you not understand that while we bicker amongst ourselves, Sauron's power grows?! None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!"

Suddenly, flames encircled the ring, engulfing the surface.

"I will take it!" Frodo yelled, hoping to gain attention from the other Council members. "I will take it!"

You raised an eyebrow at the hobbit, then caught Gandalf's gaze on you. You nodded in turn, and turned away as the wizard's eyes briefly closed shut before opening again.

Making up his mind, he got to his feet and approached Frodo. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear," He placed a reassuring hand on the hobbit's shoulder.

"If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will," Aragorn knelt in front of the hobbit. "You have my sword."

Before you could stop Legolas, the prince of elves joined the center. "And you have my bow."

"And my axe!" Gimli glanced grimly at the elf in the front.

Striding forward, Boromir joined the growing group. "You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."

You smiled to yourself, proud that everyone was coming together to fight the dark lord.

"Heh!" Another hobbit jumped out from the bushes. "Mister Frodo is not goin' anywhere without me!"

"No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not," Elrond smiled, sounding more amused than annoyed."

"Wait! We are coming too!" A pair of hobbits emerged from the pillars they were hiding from.

"Lord Elrond. I want to join," The second Ranger stepped forward, sounding more like a lady. "Someone will have to watch the company as much as possible, and watch Aragorn's back."

As the half elf agreed to each of the demands, you pushed to your feet and stood up nervously. As all eyes turned to you, you cleared your throat unnecessarily.

"I too would like to join," You spoke in determination. Your parents' Maiar locked eyes with yours, and soon became a stare off. However, he soon acquiesced with a nod. You turned to Elrond next, who only watched you for a moment.

"Eleven companions. So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" The Lord of Rivendell announced.

"Great! Where are we going?" One of the newer hobbits asked.

For a brief moment, you wondered if you joining the Fellowship would even be a good idea. It was a secret mission to Mordor, any wrongly placed action could end into disaster. However, it was too late. Turning to the West, you were assured as a warm wind blew through each strand of your hair, and for a brief moment, gently caressed your cheek.

Your father, Manwë would never admit that he was soft at heart. Your mother would though. For a moment, you were excited to be a part of the journey, knowing that both your parents would be watching over this endeavor.

Looks like you were now officially part of the Fellowship of the Ring.

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The Pass of Udun

The Warrior Queen: The Warrior and The King Book II

4. The Pass of Udun

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Thorin and Kaylea spent many days along the slopes of the Ash Mountains. Summer was starting to come on, the days getting warmer, the sun hot on their backs. Thorin had never been much of a tracker, but he was learning the craft from Kaylea. There were many trails leading into the mountains, she showed him how to tell the numbers that had come and gone on the paths, if they were burdened on their way out or in, how to tell the age of the tracks. She was always particularly interested in campsites, carefully going over everything when they found one. Many of the trails they found were being used, but not very regularly. Several times at night they saw bands of orcs on the paths, but were able to stay well clear of them. Kaylea was careful to choose campsites that were well hidden and they would move every few days, working their way west to the pass of Udun. The more time they spent together, the more they talked Thorin felt like he was beginning to understand how her mind worked, in fact he found he was starting to think in the same manner. When she had last been in Erebor he had been astonished by the way she always seemed several steps ahead of everyone else, her mind making connections he had not even considered. Now he was starting to do it himself, to understand what you learned about one thing could lead you to think about something else very differently.

The day they approached the pass it had been raining lightly, which Kaylea said was lucky as it was more likely they would be unobserved. She had told Thorin they would not be taking the horses, it was too exposed and they would be easily spotted. They stopped in a little box canyon a few miles east where the horses would be safe. Hadrian was a trained warhorse and seemed very fond of Thorin’s little mare, Hector would stay with them to stand guard. As they were readying to leave Kaylea looked up a couple times to watch flocks of birds flying overhead. Thorin followed her gaze.

“Are those spies of the enemy?” He asked her. Kaylea shook her head.

“I am not sure,” she replied. “We need to be very cautious this close to the mountains.”

They spent the day separating what they would take with them. Kaylea said they would need food and water for at least four days. She took both her swords, wearing one over either shoulder across her back. As she and Thorin got ready to leave in the afternoon light Hector came and stood before her, looking at her intently with his yellow eyes. Kaylea took his head in her hands and stood there for a long time, Thorin could only guess at what was passing between them. While he had always been a bit wary of the big wolf he regretted they had to leave him behind, the animal was very useful in a fight. But without the horses the road home would be much longer and more dangerous. Finally Kaylea dropped her hands and, after giving Hector a quick scratch on the chin, turned towards the pass. Thorin followed her, he looked back once to see the wolf sitting in the trail watching them walk away.

It was almost full dark and Kaylea and Thorin had just reached to trail to the pass when they heard harsh voices coming down. They quickly moved to the shadow of a grove of trees just off to the side. As they watched a dozen big orcs came down the trail and turned away from them to the west. These were not common servants of the Enemy, they were tall and well armed. Thorin was thinking they were out of danger but just then the wind shifted and the two at the back of the group caught their scent.

“Ay, what is that?” One of them said. “Smells like manflesh!” The rest of the orcs turned at the words of their companion, sniffing the air. “You are getting old, if you cannot smell a Dwarf!” Another of the orcs said, they were all turning and peering into the trees. Thorin and Kaylea looked at each other, there was nothing else to do now. They stepped forward, drawing their swords. Just as the last time they had fought together Thorin and Kaylea moved almost as one, seeming to feel instinctually where the other was going to strike and which direction to move. The last two orcs they took down seemed to be protecting a third, who was carrying a wrapped burden. When Kaylea cut his hamstrings and knocked him to the ground his package rolled away and out of it’s coverings. A large glass ball. Kaylea put a foot on the orc to keep him from rising and held her sword to his throat.

Thorin went to inspect the ball. He moved it with his boot.

“Is this what it looks like? A palantir?” Thorin had never seen one, but had heard them described. Powerful weapons from an earlier age.

“Throw those cloths over it, make sure you do not touch it. Someone may be watching!” Kaylea warned. Thorin bent to pick up the cloth it had been wrapped in. He looked over just as Kaylea pulled the orc’s dagger out of his belt and stabbed him through the chest with it.

“The dagger is in your heart,” she said, in the Black Speech. “I take it out you die. Where were you taking this?”

The orc chuckled, deep in his throat. “I am not telling you, bitch. Go ask the Master yourself!”

Kaylea smiled, not the soft smile Thorin was used to, this one was a threat. She ground her heel into a wound in the creatures leg, the bone cracked. “How about now?”

The orc shrieked. “We are supposed to leave it to be found. That is all you will get out of me, you evil cunt! May you get what you deserve!”

Kaylea shook her head, but before she could respond Thorin stepped over and pulled the knife out of the orc’s chest. He put his foot on the creature’s chest and watched it bleed out.

“No one talks to you like that in my presence,” he said, his face dark. Kaylea could see he was angry.

Kaylea looked at him. “I have been called worse. And I was not done with him.”

“Yes, you were,” Thorin said curtly. He held up one of the cloths the orb had been wrapped in, there was a sketch on it, a crude map. “And I was done listening to him.”

Kaylea looked at it, then smiled at Thorin. “That does change things,” she said. They looked at the map, but it was hard to make out detail in the moonlight. Kaylea stashed it in her coat to look at later then turned to survey the scene, deciding the best way to clean it up. After searching around Kaylea found a ditch down the hill where they could throw the bodies. If they covered them with some brush they should keep for a few days, hopefully by the time they were discovered Thorin and Kaylea would be on their way back to Erebor. Moving the bodies and cleaning the traces of the fight from the trail took better than an hour, but it was still early enough Kaylea felt they could make it more than halfway to the watchtower during the night. Thorin hid the palantir where they could retrieve it on the way back, then they headed up the pass. They moved as quickly as they could, taking care to move quietly.

In the grey hour before dawn they spied a shallow cave up the side of the mountain and decided to take shelter there to wait out the day. It was a steep climb up shifting rocks, but seemed to be a natural formation and had not been used recently. Thorin carefully inspected the cave and pronounced it safe before throwing his things down and taking a seat. Kaylea deferred to his judgement, he was the expert. They ate some of the Dorsai cram, which Thorin found rather tasty. Small square bars, soft and quite filling. Now that it was light Kaylea took out the map they had taken from the orc. She and Thorin looked at it together, the drawing was very crude but it looked like the route was north to Gundabad. There also appeared to be a second destination, a route marked over a different pass toward Gondor.

“It appears they are delivering two of those things,” Thorin mused. Kaylea nodded her agreement.

“Two different parties, but one map.” Kaylea inspected the map closely. “Angmar does not surprise me, but Gondor?” She shook her head, folding the map and putting it back in her coat. They both pondered the mystery as they settled in to wait for dark. Once it was dusk they started moving again, picking their way between boulders and fallen rock. They came to the suggestion of a narrow trail an hour before dawn and started up. They did not see a living thing the whole time they were on the exposed trail and Kaylea breathed a long sigh of relief when they finally reached the shelter of the old watchtower. The sun was up now, casting a pale light over the expanse of Mordor laid out before them. Kaylea and Thorin stood together between the old columns of the tower looking to the south. Mount Doom rose up from the plain, smoke drifting from its cone. Just to the east was Sauron’s fortress of Barad-dur. From this distance it looked quite abandoned. Thorin looked at Kaylea and saw she had what appeared to be twin spyglasses she was holding to her eyes. She studied the tower for some time.

“It does look like there have been recent repairs,” Kaylea said at length. “We will have to wait for dark, the servants of the Dark Lord do not work in sunlight.” She handed the glasses to Thorin, who looked at them curiously before holding them to his eyes. They were amazingly clear, much better than his glass he kept on his desk. He could see the walls of the tower clearly, it did look as though it had been repaired.

They waited out the day, Kaylea was restless and paced back and forth. At one point a flock of crows passed by quite close and she flattened herself against the stone, watching them. After they had gone she started poking around in the remains of the tower.

“We may have company tonight,” she said. “We need to find some charcoal or something we can make a fire with that will not smoke, and get some torches made. Fire will be one of our best weapons.” Thorin helped her look about and between the two of them they found some charred wood, and some less burned pieces that would do for torches. While Thorin got a little fire going Kaylea wrapped the newer pieces of wood with strips of cloth, adding a few drops of oil to each. She stashed them next to the fire which Thorin kept going carefully, keeping the coals hot enough so it did not smoke and give them away. As dusk turned to dark the fortress to the south of them seemed to come alive. A red glow could be seen from underneath it and a great many orcs swarmed around it. Kaylea watched the scene thoughtfully, Thorin wondered now if the preparations he had set in motion would be enough. He felt a great sense of dread, weighing heavily on him, it was a moment before he realized it was not from the scene before him, it was something else. He looked at Kaylea but she was already turning around, drawing her black sword. Something stepped through one of the ruined arches, a tall figure, hooded and robed in black, a long sword shining in its hands. Kaylea stepped forward, holding her sword before her, Thorin could see it shone with a peculiar blue light.

“Get behind me,” she told him. Thorin looked at her skeptically.

“I think not,” he said, drawing his sword. A second hooded figure followed the first, Kaylea’s sword seemed to give them pause and they moved to the side. Kaylea moved to keep them in front of her.

“Your sword is no use now,” Kaylea said, her voice low. “Get those torches lit, they do fear fire.” She had moved so the fire was behind her, Thorin hesitated, not wanting to leave her side. “Go!” She insisted. Thorin moved back and shoved the torches into the fire, they quickly sprung to life. The first figure came at Kaylea then, she parried its stroke and deftly knocked its sword from its grasp, then stabbed it in what should have been its throat. It gave a piercing wail and fell backwards. The second one came at Thorin, he knocked its sword aside and then drove his torch into its garments. The creature shrieked, a blood-curdling sound that almost froze Thorin in his tracks. It swung its sword at him again, Thorin was just able to parry the stroke then it turned and fled, its garments engulfed in flame. Thorin turned to see the other one up and coming at him, a long knife in its hand. He got his sword up, but the thing knocked it aside with its hand and lunged forward, knife at the ready. Suddenly Kaylea was between them, driving her sword through the thing’s midsection. Thorin jumped to retrieve his second torch and threw it at the creature, it lodged in the black robes and they burst into flame. The thing staggered back, Kaylea withdrew her sword and brought it down on its arm, a metal gauntlet fell to the floor, the knife still in its hand. The creature gave a dreadful shriek, a sound Thorin would remember as long as he lived. Then it fell backwards through one of the arches, its robes consumed by fire. Kaylea and Thorin looked at each other, then a number of huge orcs poured into the tower. Kaylea sheathed her black sword and drew the other one, she and Thorin stood back to back and fought them off. Thorin was again grateful for the sword Kaylea had given him, it sliced cleanly through the armor of the orcs, no metal could stop it. Thorin was pulling his sword out of the last orc’s chest when he looked over and saw Kaylea kneeling, her hand on her shoulder. He rushed to her side and knelt beside her.

“You are hurt?” He put his hand on hers. She looked at him, pain evident in her face, then lifted her hand to reveal an ugly stab wound below her collarbone just at the edge of her tunic. Thorin knew her well enough to know this was not an ordinary wound, she would not normally show any pain from something so small. He looked at the metal glove on the floor and the long blade, then back to her. “That was meant for me,” he said.

“It is a soldier’s duty to protect his king,” Kaylea replied. She took a deep breath and lurched to her feet. “That smarts. Fucking Ringwraiths.” She stooped to pick up the blade, Thorin watched astonished as it disappeared in her hand, leaving the hilt. Kaylea put the hilt in her pocket and turned to Thorin. “We must make haste back to the horses. Feel like a run?”

Thorin stepped next to her, laying a hand on her arm. “You have medicines to heal that wound?”

Kaylea shook her head. “No. That was a Morgul blade.”

Thorin’s eyes went wide. “What are we to do, then?”

“There are only a few in Middle Earth that can heal this. Elrond is one, the Lady Galadriel is another.”

“We are more than two weeks ride from Lorien!” Thorin exclaimed, becoming more alarmed by the minute.

“Yes,” Kaylea nodded. “We should get moving.”

Thorin later remembered little of the rest of that night. Running, fighting bands of orcs, more running, more fighting. All he could see in his mind was that wound on Kaylea’s shoulder and think about how far they had to go if she had any chance to be healed. It was mid-morning the next day when they reached the horses. Hector came trotting out to greet them and went straight to Kaylea, Thorin thought he could see the concern on the wolf’s face. Kaylea smiled at him and ruffled his ears, he stayed by her side, sniffing at her shoulder. She went to her saddlebags and pulled out a vial of some salve. She sat down and drew one of her throwing knives, before Thorin could ask what she was doing she drove it into the stab wound, wiggling it back and forth.

“What are you doing?!” Thorin asked, aghast, moving quickly to stand beside her.

Kaylea grimaced. “This wound has to stay open. Morgul blades break into pieces that stay in the wound, if it closes up the fragment will move further into my body and be much harder to remove.” She looked at him with a faint smile. “I heal much faster than you do, I will have to keep opening it up, though this will help.” She indicated the salve as she applied it to the cut.

“Now, let me take care of that wound in your side, my king.”

“I find it hard to believe you have nothing to treat that wound,” Thorin said as Kaylea was binding his side. “Those that saw my injuries said I should have died at the Battle of the Five Armies, yet I live.”

“It is not the wound, but the weapon,” Kaylea replied. “Only a deep magic can remove the blade fragment.”

After Kaylea had dressed his wound, which was not deep, they saddled their horses and turned them homeward, Kaylea tied the palantir to the back of her saddle. She estimated they could make it to Lorien in less than fourteen days by alternately riding and resting the horses around the clock. For the first days Kaylea seemed almost normal, she was a bit pale and seemed tired but otherwise acted as she always did. The horses took to the fast pace very well and Thorin was of a mind to push them harder, but Kaylea demurred. Push them too hard and they would risk a breakdown, she said. Without them there was no chance of getting to Lorien in time. Thorin chafed at the winding route they had to follow through the grasslands but knew it was necessary. He felt so helpless, watching Kaylea getting sicker, wishing there was something more he could do.

By the tenth day on the road Kaylea was growing visibly weaker, several times Thorin saw her sway in her saddle and almost fall. He persuaded her to stop for a rest in the shade of a rock face next to a stream and sent her to sit down while he unbridled the horses so they could graze. When he sat down next to her, she leaned against him. Thorin moved his arm and guided her head into his lap, Kaylea sighed, closing her eyes. Thorin looked down at her, stroking her hair away from her face. They sat there for some time and Thorin thought she was asleep, but she suddenly spoke.

“Very soon I will go into a kind of deep sleep,” she told him. “Do not worry, I will live for many days yet but I cannot stay awake much longer. You will have to keep this wound open, you have seen me do it.” Thorin nodded. “Tie me on my horse and ride until you reach the Anduin, then follow that to Lorien. Hector can help you, he knows the way, though he will not pass the borders of that land. The Elves of Lorien believe all wolves are servants of the enemy. When you reach that border your hardest task will begin.”

“What do you mean, my love?”

“The Lorien border guards will intercept you. You will have to convince them to take me to their Lady.”

“But you are known there, are you not?”

Kaylea smiled weakly. “I am known to some, not to all. It has been many years since I was in that fair land, and I do not have to tell you how the Elves feel about your folk.”

Thorin looked as grim as he felt. “I will convince them to help you,” he said. “They must do it.”

Kaylea closed her eyes again, Thorin sat looking at her, she looked so pale. “I cannot lose you,” he said softly, stroking the side of her face. “I cannot do it. I cannot face a life without you in it.”

Kaylea opened her eyes, she reached up to brush his tears from his cheek. “I have no plans to leave you yet, my king.”

Read the complete adventures of The Warrior and The King on AO3 & FanFiction, author is akdogdriver. All three books now also on Wattpad.

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prettylittlecostumers · 6 years

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Fantasy Wednesday: Sauron Attacks Osgilliath (T.A. 3018)

“Escape from Osgiliath” (2004) by Katrin Anke-Eissman, who graciously allowed me to use her amazing art for this post. She’s super talented and she paints Faramir as if she had seen him through my eyes, so please excuse me while I fangirl awhile.

Above: Me, Fangirling. Filmed by my GF. No, Seriously. That’s really me. (GIF Source: https://youwritefiction.wordpress.com/category/uncategorized/page/10/)

It’s always such a delight to slip into fantasy, especially when it’s to talk about my absolute favorite Fandom and some of my absolute favorite characters!

OTD in year 3018 of the Third Age, Sauron attacked the remnants of the city of Osgiliath, and almost won the crossing over the Anduin. His forces outnumbered the Men of Gondor, led by Boromir and Faramir, and the fear borne to the field by the mere presence of the Witch-King - which hadn’t been felt in Gondor long enough to have been forgotten - defeated them quicker than any other weapon. His forces were only halted due to the destruction of the last bridge over the river. The entire eastern garrisson was lost except for Boromir, Faramir and two other men, who were able to swim across the Anduin in their chainmail. Not an easy feat. Boromir recounted these events during the Council of Elrond in such a compelling manner in the book, that you can feel the terror through his words. It was also on the eve of Sauron’s assault that Faramir first had the dream that sent Boromir into his journey North:

“Seek for the Sword that was broken: In Imladris it dwells; There shall be counsels taken Stronger than Morgul-spells. There shall be shown a token That Doom is near at hand, For Isildur's Bane shall waken, And the Halfling forth shall stand.” - J.R.R. Tolkien, “The Fellowship of the Ring”

“After the dream” (2005) by Katrin Anke-Eissman. Reproduced with her permission. I’d love to write a fanfic about what I imagine when I see this image. It’s so inspiring!

I’m digressing, as usual... According to Boromir, the dream or one like it, came often to Faramir again, and once to himself as well. Different from Denethor’s highly explanatory speech in The Two Towers’ EE movie, Boromir says in the book that:

“This only would he say, that Imladris was of old the name among the Elves of a far northern dale, where Elrond the Halfelven dwelt, greatest of lore-masters.” - J.R.R. Tolkien, “The Fellowship of the Ring”

Boromir then takes it upon himself to go instead of being sent to Imladris by his father.

“ Therefore my brother, seeing how desperate was our need, was eager to heed the dream and seek for Imladris; but since the way was full of doubt and danger, I took the journey upon myself. Loth was my father to give me leave, and long have I wandered by roads forgotten, seeking the house of Elrond, of which many had heard, but few knew where it lay.” - J.R.R. Tolkien, “The Fellowship of the Ring”

“Boromir sets out” (2009) by Katrin Anke-Eissman. Reproduced with her permission. I love both their expressions so much here. Boromir’s underlying uncertainty and Faramir’s quiet attempt to infuse him with confidence. Ah, Bromance at it’s best. Love it! Thank you so much again for letting me bring this post to life with your paintings!

I love all the intrigue and strategy behind this particular battle, even though we don’t have as many details about it as we do about the Pelennor for instance. Sauron’s test of Gondor’s forces indicate how long he had been planning his final advance on Gondor. His use of the Nazgul in this particular battle - after thousands of years concealing them - can be read as a decoy, since their true mission, which was the search for The One Ring, had to remain hidden from his enemies. Boromir and Faramir’s plan to halt the enemy by destroying the bridge shows that they also prepared in advance to this day. One does not simply pull down a sturdy stone bridge after all. Their preparations speak of intelligence gathering, which was likely up to the Ithilien Rangers, since they basically operated behind enemy lines since Ithilien was lost. Which, along with their brave stand against the Witch-king until the bridge was pulled, goes to show how Beregond was right in his assessment of Faramir as a commander in ROTK.

“ He is bold, more bold than many deem; for in these days men are slow to believe that a captain can be wise and learned in the scrolls of lore and song, as he is, and yet a man of hardihood and swift judgement in the field. But such is Faramir. Less reckless and eager than Boromir, but not less resolute.” - J.R.R. Tolkien, “The Return of the King” p.1003.

I’ve mentioned it before: Faramir is my favorite character in the Legendarium. I love how human and down to Earth he feels, the depth of his relationships with his father and brother, his pride and his kindness and I shipped him with Éowyn while still reading “The Two Towers”, right after he meets with Frodo and Sam, so you can imagine the apoteotic fangirl moment that kiss on the walls was for me, right? I love it that he pitched himself at least 3 times against the Witch-King, the same foe that she later killed.

I hope I’ll get another chance to come back to Middle-Earth soon! I’ll gladly take all the chances I have to talk about it!

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A SHORT AND IN NO WAY COMPREHENSIVE LIST OF THE WAYS IN WHICH THE MOVIES DID LOTR CHARACTERS DIRTY:

Gimli: a loyal-heartted dwarf of quiet strength and dignity and even a quite extremely poetic sensibility; reduced to Generic Dwarven Comic Relief (see also: “Nobody tosses a dwarf!”)

Legolas: sass-master, calls the other fellowship members ‘children’ regularly, moved beyond words by the beauty of the glittering caves; most of his dialogue removed, and reduced to Orlando Bloom Making Faces In The Background (see also: They’re Taking the Hobbits to Isengard-gard-gard-gard)

Pippin: is a young and slightly reckless hobbit, yes, but not the clumsy utter fool of a Took portrayed; gained great renown in Gondor where he was considered a Prince of Hobbits (literally); reduced to Hobbit Comic Relief #1, Drunken/High Special Edition

Merry: quite literally considered Theoden like a father to him, learned enough of warfare and tactics that he successfully lead the resistance in the Scouring of the Shire, was called Meriadoc the Magnificent, is know as a scholar; reduced to Hobbit Comic Relief #2, Slightly More Mature Edition

Treebeard: didn’t need Merry and Pippin to ‘trick’ him into action against Isengard, but had already been planning it for some time and their coming and the information they had was just the last straw which kicked the Ents into motion

Theoden: is a still vigorous & active warrior-king, beloved and respected by his people; becomes instead a quiet, passive, hopeless, despairing man who needed Aragorn’s energetic kick in the ass to find his strength to ride out at Helm’s Deep (in the books, Theoden is the one who suggested that ride)

Éomer: “I don’t doubt his courage, only the length of his arm.” he never said it and he never would have wtf

Faramir: “I would not take [the Ring], if it lay by the highway. Not were Minas Tirith falling in ruin and I alone could save her, so, using the weapon of the Dark Lord for her good and my glory.” never once considered taking Frodo/the Ring back to Gondor, let alone got nearly there and was only swayed by Sam’s earthy hobbity philosophizing

Denethor: oh lord where do i start -- never told Faramir he should have died instead of Boromir, didn’t send Faramir out on what could only be perceived as a suicide mission, genuinely showed Pippin respect, the fucking tomato thing?!?, was a proud and well-respected, intelligent man suffering from a black depression and despair, not an evil emotionally abusive asshole

Sam: ok they did pretty good with him but where was the part where he got to see elves and was so excited he literally cried about it

Sauron: not.... literally a giant Eye, man; that was a frigging metaphor

Beregond, Imrahil, Elfhelm, Halbarad, The Drúedain: where are they? they’re not here at all, and they should be, and I miss them, damnit

A SHORT AND IN NO WAY COMPREHENSIVE LIST OF THE WAYS IN WHICH THE MOVIES DIDN’T DO LOTR CHARACTERS DIRTY ENOUGH:

Wormtongue: literally ate Lotho Baggins

#i was thinking about this while falling asleep last night #so i decided to write it up lmao #i'm sure i've forgotten bits but #pj can suck it: the re-read

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An Unusual Member || Legolas Greenleaf

Pairing: Legolas Greenleaf x female!Reader

Word Count: 2528

Summary: You are in attendance for the council of Elrond.

Warnings: Fluff, mystic undefined relationship.

Note: Maybe this will have a part 2

Masterlist

There was something completely foreign about a woman sitting with the men at the Council of Elrond. Hell, it was usual to see women sitting with men at all. Very few races actually saw men and women as equals. The whole situation made many of the members of council uncomfortable, but that didn’t stop you from sitting there doing your best to stay focused. You were appointed by your small kingdom to attend the council for the ring, because you were the best warrior and leader in your kingdom.

As Elrond spoke you could feel the eyes of men on you. The appointed attendant from Gondor’s stare was especially uncomfortable.

Legolas, one of your closest friends sat beside you. You could see that he and Aragorn, who stood beside you in many battles, were communicating in a way you learned that only they could truly understand.

You continued to look at the faces of all the males around you. You rested on the small hobbit and gave him a kind smile when he spared a glance at you. You heard that the hobbit along with his friends were brought here by Aragorn. Arwen had said that he was very ill at the time because he had been stabbed by a Nazgûl. You had to admit, for such a small race, hobbits were sure resilient.

The Gondor man’s attention still ran over your frame causing you to shift slightly in your seat. Luckily, his attention was snapped away from you when Elrond asked the hobbit, Frodo, to bring the Ring to the pedestal.

The hobbit walked slowly, but with great burden as he set it down in the center for all the eyes of the council to gaze upon. As you looked upon the ring, frustration welled in you. There was no reason for such a simple piece of metal to hook all these people under its spell. It was an ordinary ring infused with power, and that was the fault of men. Their desire for power was always their downfall.

Murmurs escaped the mouths of many in the council. You watched the hobbit return to his seat. His shoulders relaxed, and his face calmed as he settled in. His job was done. He would no longer have to carry such a heavy burden. Around you the members of the council all gazed upon the ring. Some as if it was sent from the heavens, others with distain, and many just curious.

The Gondor appointed member stood and approached the ring mumbling about a dream. The sky grew dark as he almost touched it when both Gandalf and Elrond yelled at him to stop. They spoke his name, Boromir. You repeated it in your head to remember who this troubled man was.

Gandalf stood reciting something that you didn’t understand as Sauron spoke through his ring. Sauron’s voice rung out. You winced at the pain that filled your chest as Sauron’s words continued. Looking around, you could see that you were not the only one feeling this way.

Boromir takes his seat as the sky returns to its bright color. Looking to Elrond, he speaks again.

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

“I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West! The Ring is altogether evil,” Gandalf says gruffly. You look to the gray wizard who nods towards you.

A few months back a similar situation took place in your kingdom during a celebration. Gandalf had explained to you want was going on and you had left home to come to Rivendell to offer your help. That’s why you were here today.

“It is a gift!” Boromir protested standing up. “A gift to the foes of Mordor! Why not use this Ring?” - He started pacing the floor- “Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!”

You had to stifle your laugh at Boromir’s self-righteous preaching. The time was not fit for this reaction, but your laugh was one of pity for Boromir’s ignorance. He spoke of this curse as if it was some majestic answer. Aragorn could no longer hold his tongue.

“You cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master,” Aragorn said. A faint smile rested on your lips as you looked at the man with a sense of pride for the ranger.

“And what would a ranger know of this matter?” Boromir said. Your jaw clenched at his uniformed statement. The pure stupidity of Gondor’s people about their king was astonishing. Beside you, Legolas stood up from his seat in anger.

“This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance,” Legolas spat at the ma. You reached out to Legolas and gently laid your hand on his forearm. You had spent a significant amount of time with Legolas over your years. You found that a simple touch from you would help calm his nerves at times.

“Aragorn?” Boromir said. His eyes roamed over Aragorn in astonishment. “This… is Isildur’s heir”

Aragorn straightened himself and held his head high. He was the rightful king and he showed it through his every action.

“And heir to the throne of Gondor,” Legolas added. You squeezed his arm just a little bit. And he took a step back closer to you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Frodo, who sat beside next to Gandalf, look to Aragorn with wide-eyes.

“Havo dad, Legolas,” Aragorn waved his hand dismissively (translation: sit down Legolas). Boromir looked to Legolas before speaking

“Gondor has no king,” He spoke trying to gather his pride. With a heavy breath, Legolas returned to his seat beside you. You ran your hand down his arm into his hand. He laced his finger into yours as he struggled to contain his anger.

“Gondor needs no King,” Boromir looked to Aragorn this time This man’s arrogance brought anger to you, but you punched it aside. Now was not the time. Taking a deep breath, you stood.

“Aragorn speak truth,” you said silencing all the men. “The Ring answers to only one master. No other can yield it. Your need for power blinds you, Boromir, son of Denethor II. We cannot use it.”

“What would you know of this?” Boromir said standing again. “You are but a woman who knowns not of the wars of men.”

“You know not of what you speak,” Legolas said attempting to rise. Again, you lay a hand on his arm. He looks to you searching your eyes, but remaining seated.

“I am a woman, but that doesn’t not make me naïve to the ways of war,” you speak louder with more confidence. “I am Y/N, daughter of Heranah, chief warrior and next in line for the crown to the kingdom of Nuverah, a small kingdom of elves bordering Lindon. I fought amongst men in many battles and plan to fight for many more. My fate is just as much tied to this land as yours and I here whether you like that or not. Now be seated while the discussion of the rings destruction takes place.”

With your words the rest of the council was quieted. Boromir sat wordlessly down. You also took your seat. Legolas’s hand found yours intertwining your finger silently. Neither you nor him looked to the other as Elrond continued.

“You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed,” Elrond said. All eyes feel upon the ring where it sat untouched.

“What are we waiting for?” said a dwarf. He took his large axe and approached the pedestal yelling. He brought the blade to the ring only for the blade to shatter with a loud clang.

You move to shield your face as a shard of the axe comes flying towards you. You feel Legolas’s free hand come to your cheek in before moving away as quickly as it came. You opened your eyes to see that many shards of the axe lay around the ring. The dwarf had fallen to the ground breathing heavily and Legolas’s hand was now bleeding just a little, but you could do nothing for it.

“Diola lle,” you speak softly into the elf’s ear (translation: thank you).

“Lle creoso, Melamin,” he said just as quietly (translation: you’re welcome, my love). You both returned your attention to the Ring.

You saw that Frodo was in some sort of pain as his face contorted and he grabbed his head. Gandalf turned to Frodo, but could do nothing as more words came from the Ring.

Dwarves came to the aid of the one who was now lying on the ground.

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

You scanned the faces on all the people surrounding you. Everyone was quiet.

“One does not simply walk into Mordor,” Boromir said. Everyone listened worriedly. “Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful.” -Frodo looked terrified as he spoke- “It is a barren wasteland. Riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly!”

Legolas startles you as he jumps to his feet.

“Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!” the anger he held for Boromir leaked into his words.

“And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it?!” Gimli said. Aragorn rolled his eyes and you clenched your fist.

“And if we fail, what then?! What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?!” Boromir said. He was very pointed with his words.

“I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!” Gimli roared getting to his feet.

This time many elves got to their feet yelling. You stood and tried to help Legolas hold them back. It wasn’t long before everyone was on their feet yelling at others from a different race. You stayed silent as you stood in the way of an elf and a dwarf. Gandalf got up as well and his voice was added to the mix.

You looked over to Frodo to see how the hobbit was doing. He was staring at the ring in trance. Frodo’s breath was labored and he tensed up. You slowly tried to push through the crowd to reach him, but everyone was pushing back. You saw the Hobbit get to his feet.

“I will take it,” the hobbit said. “I will take it.”

No one else heard that you could tell because the chaos persisted, but you stopped in your path to him. Gandalf closed his eyes. He looked disappointed. You could tell that Gandalf cared for the Hobbit as he turned to look at Frodo.

“I will take the ring to Mordor,” Frodo said. Everyone fell silent and looked at the Hobbit in shock. Aragorn had a sense of respect cross his face. “Though… I do not know the way.”

“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, so long as it is yours to bear,” Gandalf stood beside Frodo and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will,” Aragorn said standing and walking towards the hobbit.

“I too will carry as long as you will have me,” you said stepping forward. You offered a smile to the hobbit which he returned with a nod. You came to stand beside Frodo offering a smile to Gandalf.

“You have my sword,” said Aragorn getting on his knee to be at eye level with Frodo.

Gandalf looked to Elrond and nodded. Elrond looked impressed as the scene unfolded in front of him. Legolas looked to you before speaking up as well.

“And you have my bow,” Legolas says coming to stand beside you. You captured his hand in yours and gave it a small squeeze.

“And my axe,” Gimli said proudly.

Legolas’s shoulder’s fell at Gimli’s words. Gimli returned the look, but stayed in his spot beside Legolas.

“You carry the fates of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done,” Boromir approached the group slowly which you were disappointed about. You looked at the men around you, but saw a small movement in the bushes. A small sound rose up as another hobbit made his way over.

“Mr. Frodo is not goin’ anywhere without me!” the second hobbit said. He came to stand next Frodo holding his head up high.

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

Suddenly two more Hobbits come running over. You look to Legolas and offer an assumed look gesturing to the hobbits. Legolas let out a small laugh and nodded.

“Wait! We are coming too!” The two hobbits said.

“You’d have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!” one said.

A smile stretched across your face as they came to stand in front of you. Elrond seemed shocked that more Hobbits were still coming. He also seemed a tad worried as his eyebrows creased deeply. Legolas squeezed you hand bring your attention to him. You smiled at him and he returned the smile again. The two new hobbits had their arms crossed over their chests and were glaring at Elrond as if they were challenging him to tell them they couldn’t go.

“Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest… thing,” the other said. You laughed a little. Gandalf looked like he was embarrassed about bring these hobbits there. You wanted to laugh at the face that he was making.

“Well that rules you out Pip,” The first said. He looked really annoyed with his comrade as if his statement had lessened their cause. You placed your hand on “pip’s” shoulder and squeezed it. He looked up at you with a smile.

“Ten companions… So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!” Elrond spoke loudly booming over the crowd. He seemed so proud of the name he had come up with. The latter two hobbits looked at each other joyously.

“Great! Where are we going?” said “pip.” Everyone turned to him and their faces fell. Frodo looked like he was going to laugh at his companion. You just shook your head.

You were going to enjoy with trip.

#legolas #legolas greenleaf #legolas imagine #legolas greenleaf imagine #lord of the rings #the hobbit #middle earth #middle earth imagines #lord of the rings imagines #the hobbit imagines #legolas x reader #legolas x female!reader #legolas greenleaf x reader #legolas greenleaf x female!reader #orlando bloom

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mairi-mia1 · 4 years

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FARAMIR

Faramir was the second son of Denethor II and the younger brother of Boromir. He was the Captain of the Rangers of Ithilien and Captain of the White Tower upon his brother's death.

Faramir was born in the year TA 2983 to Denethor II and Finduilas, daughter of Adrahil of Dol Amroth. The following year, his grandfather Ecthelion II died and his father, Denethor, succeeded him as the Ruling Steward of Gondor.

When Faramir was five years old, Finduilas died. Her death caused Denethor to become detached from his family. The relationship between Faramir and Boromir, who was five years elder of the brothers, grew much closer and greater in love. Despite the obvious way that Denethor favored Boromir over Faramir, there was no jealousy or rivalry between them. Boromir protected and helped him, and Faramir looked up to his older brother. Although the siblings were very similar in appearance with their dark hair and grey eyes, it was not so in personality. Boromir was defined to be the more daring one, as well as the more fearless and strong warrior. Faramir’s boldness was incorrectly judged less due to his gentle nature and love of lore and music.

It was this interest that formed a friendship between Faramir and Gandalf the Grey. The youngest son of Denethor learned of what he could from Gandalf’s wisdom and mentoring. Denethor did not approve of Faramir as the "Wizard's pupil", for he neither trusted nor liked the Istar.

Faramir's leadership, skill-in-arms, and swift but hardy judgment proved to be handy on the battlefield. During the War of the Ring, he was the Captain of the Rangers of Ithilien, who often skirmished with the allies of Sauron in that province. Faramir valiantly defended Gondor from the Enemy, but did not enjoy fighting for war’s sake.

In June of 3018, Sauron's forces attacked Osgiliath, under the command of the Witch-king, whose presence caused the soldiers to draw back across the Anduin. When the last bridge was destroyed, in which Boromir’s and Faramir's companies remained, the two brothers, along with two others, swam to shore and managed to hold all of the west shores of the Anduin.

The night before the assault, Faramir had a prophetic dream of a voice speaking the following riddle:

‟Seek for the Sword that was broken:

In Imladris it dwells;

There shall be counsels taken

Stronger than Morgul-spells.

There shall be shown a token

That Doom is near at hand,

For Isildur's Bane shall waken,

And the Halfling forth shall stand”

—Faramir's dream

It came to Faramir twice more and once to his brother, and the brothers told of their dream to Denethor, who only told them that Imladris was an Elvish name for Rivendell, home of Elrond. Although Faramir had wanted to go for Gondor’s sake and was originally chosen by the Council of Elders in Gondor, Boromir, with the urging of his father, stepped forward and claimed the right to the errand, deeming it to be dangerous and doubtful. The Gondorian traveled nearly four months to Rivendell, losing his horse in the process near Tharbad, and arrived just before the Council of Elrond.

On February 29, 3019 at midnight, Faramir, who was on guard duty on the western shore in Osgiliath, waded down to a boat floating down the Anduin River. To his grief, it contained the dead body of his brother, which was pierced with many wounds. In it lay his sword, broken, but there was no sign of the Great Horn, which he and his father had heard being blown far across the distance in the North three days prior.

(I’m not sure if it’s stated in the books if this was a vision or not, let me know guys if you know the answer!)

During a battle with Southrons, Faramir, who took over his brother's position as the Captain of the White Tower, encountered the Hobbits Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee, recognizing them to be the Halflings his dream spoke of. After the skirmish, Faramir took the pair to Henneth Annûn and questioned them further.

Through intelligent questioning and intuition, Faramir determined that Frodo was carrying some great evil weapon of the Dark Lord of the Enemy. At this point, he showed the crucial difference between him and his proud brother:

“But fear no more! I would not take this thing, if it lay by the highway. Not were Minas Tirith falling in ruin and I alone could save her, so, using the weapon of the Dark Lord for her good and my glory. No, I do not wish for such triumphs, Frodo son of Drogo.”

This is obviously a lot more different than how he was in the movies.

Sam accidentally revealed Boromir's desire for the Enemy’s Ring, Isildur's Bane. Despite the hobbits’ fears, Faramir remained true to his vow that he would not take it even if it lay on the highway, for he was wise enough to realize that such a weapon could not be used for good. With this knowledge, he also realized the peril his brother had faced.

On the very same night, Gollum was spotted fishing in the Forbidden Pool next to Henneth Annûn -- an act punishable by death. Faramir listened to Frodo’s pleas to spare Gollum’s life though, and after interrogating the creature he decided that Frodo and Sam would be free in the Lands of Gondor and Gollum under Frodo's protection. Giving them provisions, he sent them on their way to continue their quest. At their parting, Faramir warned Frodo of Gollum's treacherous nature and that the path Gollum had proposed (Cirith Ungol) had an evil reputation of old.

Faramir and his company retreated to Cair Andros, an island in the River Anduin that guarded the northern approaches to Minas Tirith. After noting that the sky was now covered in complete darkness, Faramir sent his company south to reinforce the garrison at Osgiliath while he and three others of his men rode to Minas Tirith directly. Along the way, they were pursued by the Nazgûl, riding fell beasts. The men, except Faramir, were unhorsed and it was the Captain, a master of both beasts and men, who was still horsed and rode back to aid the fallen. If Gandalf had not intervened, they would have surely perished.

Arriving at Minas Tirith, Faramir reported to Denethor and Gandalf of his encounter with Frodo and Sam. Denethor became angry that Faramir had not brought the ring to Gondor, wishing that he and his brother’s places were reversed, since Denethor believed that Boromir would bring the Enemy’s weapon to him.

Denethor sent his remaining son to hold Western Osgiliath against the hosts of the Enemy that outnumbered their own greatly. Although Faramir disagreed with his father’s strategy, he agreed to go.

The Witch-king overwhelmed the men of Gondor and won Osgiliath. Faramir drew back to the Causeway Forts, in which many of the men were wounded or killed. Faramir decided to stay with the rearguard in order to make sure that the retreat over Pelennor Fields would not turn into a disaster.

Faramir was gravely wounded by a poisonous arrow during the retreat. Fortunately, Gandalf and Faramir's uncle, Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth, rode to the aid of Faramir and the troops with hosts of cavalry. Imrahil bore Faramir back to Denethor, telling him that his son had done great deeds.

Regretting that he had thanklessly sent his son off in needless peril without his blessing, Denethor, after looking in the Palantir, believing that the Ring was captured and the end was near, ordered his servants to build a funeral pyre for him and his son, who was believed to be poisoned by the Witch-king’s dart. Despite the protests of the Hobbit, Pippin Took (serving the steward in payment of Boromir's death) that Faramir was still alive, Denethor continued with this madness and released him from his service.

Horrified, Pippin went to alert Gandalf and Beregond, one of the Tower Guards. Beregond, who loved his captain enough to abandon his post and risk his life protecting him, stopped the servants from lighting the pyre. Pippin returned with Gandalf, who intervened by taking Faramir off the pyre as Faramir moaned out to his father in his dreams. Denethor took out a knife, trying to take Faramir back, but Beregond placed himself in front of Faramir. Seeing that he could not win, Denethor lit the pyre and laid himself down upon it, burning himself alive.

Then, Faramir was laid in the Houses of Healing until Aragorn came and revived Faramir with athelas. It was not a poisoned dart of the Witch-king that wounded him in a state near death as it was with Snowmane, but the arrow of a Haradrim, along with Faramir’s weariness and grief concerning his constantly strained relationship with his father and the Black Breath of the Nazgul, who, under Sauron's orders, hunted Faramir ever since he had left Ithilien. When he awoke, Faramir immediately recognized Aragorn as his rightful King, therefore realizing that no proof was needed after all.

Before Aragorn left to lead the soldiers to the Black gate, he commanded the Warden of the Houses of Healing to have Faramir and Éowyn to remain resting for at least ten days. After Éowyn demanded that the Warden take her to the Steward of the City to have her released so she could ride out in battle, Faramir, whose heart was moved with pity and pierced by her beauty, told Éowyn that he too, had to heed the advice of the Warden. He fulfilled her request to have her room look east to Mordor and asked her to talk with him at times.

Faramir and Éowyn walked together in the gardens nearly every day, and he learned from Merry Brandybuck of Éowyn's despair of feeling trapped, waiting on the waning of Théoden, and of Aragorn's rejection of her love.

On March 25, Faramir gave Éowyn a dark blue mantle sewn with silver stars that had once belonged to his mother, as they stood at the wall that looked towards Mordor. There, they saw a threatening darkness towering over and seeing this, Faramir told her of his dream of the Downfall of Númenor that the darkness threatening to overtake Middle-earth reminded him of the great wave that swallowed the land of Númenor. Somehow, to Faramir and the people of the city, a hope and joy welled in their hearts and he kissed Éowyn’s brow.

Éowyn, however, still felt languished and unfulfilled. Several days after he gave her the mantle, Faramir told her that he understood that she desired to be lifted in greatness and out of the cage she had felt trapped in, and when Aragorn only gave her understanding and pity, instead of love (which she later realized was a shadow of love), she had wanted to die valiantly and gloriously in battle. He told her that though he had first pitied her, he now loved her. There, Éowyn’s grief was fully healed, and no longer did she desire glory or greatness and realized that she had come to love Faramir in return.

Faramir briefly served as the Ruling Steward of Gondor, and began preparing the city for the King's arrival. On the day of the King’s official coronation on May 1st, Faramir surrendered his office, which was represented by the white rod of the Steward, kneeling as he did so. Aragorn however, gave the rod back, announcing that as long as his line would last, Faramir and his descendants would be Stewards of Gondor. After Faramir had asked the people of Gondor if they accepted Aragorn as their King (which they did), Faramir took the crown out and Aragorn was crowned King Elessar.

King Elessar appointed Faramir as the Prince of Ithilien, and Beregond to be the Captain of his guard, the White Company. As Prince of Ithilien, he and the Prince of Dol Amroth, Gondor's two highest-ranking nobles, became King Elessar's chief commanders. His duties also included acting as resident march-warden of Gondor's main eastward outpost, rehabilitating the lost territories, as well as clearing it of outlaws and orcs and cleansing Minas Morgul of evil remnants. Faramir also fulfilled the traditional role as Steward, acting as the King’s chief counselor as well as ruling Gondor in the King's absence.

After marrying Éowyn, the two settled in Emyn Arnen, where they had at least one son (named Elboron). Elboron would succeed Faramir as Steward of Gondor, Prince of Ithilien, and Lord of Emyn Arnen, after Faramir's death in FO 82. Faramir lived to be 120 years old, due to the large percentage of pure Dúnedain ancestry he possessed as a member of the nobility of Gondor. One of his descendants was Barahir, who may have been the son of Elboron.

Other names and Titles -

Captain of the Rangers of lthilien

Captain of the White Tower

Steward to the King of Gondor

Lord of Emyn Arnen

Prince of Ithilien

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