#elvish sky’s 1k celebration | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

guardianofrivendell · 3 years

Text

Of bookcases and headaches

Merry x gn!reader

Requested: Yes, by a lovely anon for my 1k sleepover! “Congratulations! May I ask for 💙 with Merry, General Prompt 8 and/or 6?”

Prompts: 6 - Are you taking care of yourself? 8 - Is that my book?

Warnings: no warnings, how about that?

A/N: This got longer than I intended to... So this gets its own post and will be linked with the oneshots instead of sleepover drabbles. It was the first time writing for Merry (besides the preference posts) so thank you anon for this request! Also yes, this might have been inspired by the events of the past week :)

I’ve been out of my writing mood for weeks - ever since I’ve published Dwarves Always Knock Thrice and I hope I’m getting back into it with this fluffy comfort fic 🙈

Merry was on his way to meet up with Pippin in the Green Dragon, their weekly visit for a pint or two to celebrate the end of the week. Or the beginning of a new one. Any reason was a good one really.

The all too familiar path took him past your house and he caught himself slowing down his pace every time, in the hopes of catching you outside so he could invite you to join him.

Which was ridiculous really, since you were both friends who regularly talked to each other. It wouldn’t be considered weird for him to knock on your door and simply ask you to join him for a pint.

But somehow Merry found it extremely difficult to do so.

Most of the time he just lingered for a few seconds before he chickened out and quickly continued his way to his favorite pub, telling himself that next time he’ll be brave enough to do it.

Today however it went a little different.

When he stopped at the white fence surrounding your yard, he noticed something different about your house. Something that didn’t feel quite right. It took him a while before he realized what was wrong.

The curtains were drawn.

And it wasn’t even time for afternoon tea yet!

Without a second thought, Merry opened the gate and made his way over to your yellow front door. Gone were his nerves and his doubts, replaced with worry for you.

He knocked a few times but you didn’t answer.

It wasn’t until he started knocking on your window, calling out your name that he heard the front door unlock.

“Y/N?” he asked.

You had opened the door just a smidge, enough for you to be able to see who was so rude to disturb your peace and quiet.

“Merry?” you croaked.

Merry’s face went blank when he heard your raspy voice.

“Y/N? Are you alright? What’s wrong?!”

You winced at the volume of his voice, and one of your hands flew to the side of your head. “Shhhh,” you shushed him, stepping back into the darkness of your entrance hall and leaving the door open.

Merry hesitated for a second, not sure if he should follow. But if you didn’t want him to come inside, you would’ve closed the door or told him to go bugger off. Right?

Every curtain in the house was drawn, there weren’t any candles lit and Merry’s eyes needed some time to adjust to the lack of light before he could go any further.

As he entered your living room, his eyes widened at the state it was in. Books and scrolls scattered everywhere, like they were carelessly tossed aside without a second thought where they would end up. This was very unlike you.

He watched you curl up in your armchair with a heavy sigh, tucking your feet under you and burying yourself under your blanket. It was obvious he had woken you up, which explained the raspiness of your voice.

“This place is a mess, Y/N… ” “Yeah, thanks to you,” you accused him. “What did I do?” Merry looked at you confused. “You don’t have to yell, I can hear you just fine.” “Y/N, I’m not yelling,” he said, taking a few steps in your direction. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

You ignored his question.

“My living room looks like a troll horde because I was looking for that.”

You pointed towards the small wooden side table where, in between empty teacups and dirty plates, lay a thick book with a dark blue binder.

Merry recognized the silver lettering on the spine.

“Is that my book? The one that you borrowed from me… A year ago or so?””

You hummed in response, burying your head in your hands. “I know, I’m a horrible person!”

He chuckled. “Y/N, you’re hardly horrible. The complete opposite would be more accurate in fact.”

You raised your head a little too fast at his words and you winced.

“I’ll go and make you some tea,” Merry smiled at you and made his way to your kitchen, taking the dirty cups and plates with him.

He brought you a fresh cup of tea, almost tripping over the many books and paper scrolls on the floor in the process. You took a sip and winced when you burned your tongue.

“Careful, it’s hot. I thought that was a given,” Merry said, rolling his eyes in a playful geste.

He took the cup out of your hands and placed it on the side table before he crouched down in front of you.

“Now will you finally tell me what’s wrong? I cannot help if you won’t tell me.”

Merry’s eyes met yours and you noticed the concern in them. He didn’t even try to hide it.

“I hurt my head and now I can not bear any light or noise… And my stomach is upset for some reason. It’ll pass.”

Merry’s eyes widened. He did not know a lot about healing or injuries but he knew what it was like to have a concussion. It was that kind of knowledge you gathered over the years when you were friends with a Took.

“It sounds a lot like a concussion, Y/N. How did you hurt your head?”

“Long story short, I thought I lost your book. I did not want to tell you because you were going to be mad at me and I hate it when you’re mad at me-” “When have I ever been mad at you?” he interrupted. “Hush, I’m trying to explain something here. But then when I was lying upside down in my chair, I saw your book underneath my bookcase. That’s why I couldn’t find it!” “Should I ask why you were lying upside down?”

You raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. He would almost think your headache was gone, if not for the slight squinting of your eyes and your pale complexion.

“Do you really want to go there, Merry?” “Hey, if I’m missing out I want to know!” “It’s a great way to see things from a different perspective,” you explained with a smile, but it did not reach your eyes.

He rested his chin on his hand. “Hmm, i guess you could be right. Now, continue, what happened with the book?”

“When I tried to get the book - your book - from under the bookcase, I couldn’t. It was stuck. So I gave it a good yank, but then the whole thing started toppling over!” “So rude!” he gasped dramatically. “Right?” you laughed, and this time it did reach your eyes. Merry was happy to see you were slowly getting in better spirits and pride filled his chest knowing he was the reason behind it. “I was able to stop the case from falling over, but most of the books fell off the shelves. A few of them hit my head pretty hard.”

Merry nodded in understanding. “Hence the headache. And your troll horde.”

You huddled a little deeper under your blanket and closed your eyes.

“I didn’t feel like cleaning it up yet.” “When did this happen?”

You opened your eyes again but kept them trained on the ground.

“Two days ago…” “Two days- Y/N, have you been taking care of yourself these two days? You should’ve called someone!”

You scoffed.

“I know how to take care of myself, Merry. Besides, I was more asleep than anything else. I didn’t need help.” “You don’t have to do everything by yourself, Y/N. There are people who care for you, you only have to let them in.”

The silence that followed was deafening and Merry wondered if he had said too much.

He jolted back to his feet and clapped his hands before he could help it. You flinched and groaned softly, cursing him.

“I’m sorry!” Merry apologized quickly. “I forgot! I was about to tell you what I planned and I got excited. I’ll try and be good from now on.”

“We both know that’s impossible,” you chuckled. Merry was relieved you weren’t angry with him.

“I’m going to the Green Dragon first, Pippin is probably wondering why I didn’t show up and I don’t want to make him worried. After that I’m coming back, okay? Then I’ll clean up your books so you don’t break your neck. In the meantime, you try and get some more sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He turned around and stepped into the hallway, but paused when you called his name.

“Merry?” “Yeah?” “You’re the best friend someone could wish for,” you smiled, fighting to keep your eyes open.

“So I’ve been told...”

Permanent taglist:@roosliefje @kata1803 @entishramblings @artsywaterlily @sleepy-daydream-in-a-rose @marvelschriss @kumqu4t @myrin1234 @dark-angel-is-back @the-fandoms-georgie @lathalea @xxbyimm @sokkasdarling @katethewriter @aredhel-of-gondolin @leethology @thepeanutcollective @elvish-sky @moony-artnstuff @emmapotato88 @kirenia15 @vicmackeybullshxt @hey-its-nonny @moarfandomtrash @anjhope1

If your name is scratched, it means I couldn’t tag you :)

#Merry x reader #Merry x gn!reader #Merry x you #Merry Brandybuck #Meriadoc Brandybuck #Lord of the rings #Lotr fanfiction #Lotr imagine #Lord of the rings x reader #Guardianofrivendell 1k sleepover #Lord of the rings imagine #lotr #requested

192 notes · View notes

elvish-sky · 3 years

Text

The One Where Kíli Is Scarred For Life {Fíli x Reader}

A.N: I just love Fíli. So, so much. The fact that this was a 10 minute fic made me a little sad cause I’d love to spend more time with him lmfao. But I still loved writing it!

Requested by @laurfilijames for my 1K celebration: 💙 #35 Fìli x female reader please!! “Don’t look at me like that!” “Like what?” “You know very well like what!”

Pairing: Fíli x Reader

***** The One Where Kíli is Scarred for Life {Fíli x Reader}

You tied your hair back, careful not to let any wispy strands escape. You strapped your knife, sheathed, to your thigh, and then slung your quiver over your shoulder. Grabbing your bow and rolling your shoulders back, you left the bathroom and stepped back into your bedroom.

Your husband, Fíli, was sitting on the bed you shared. He had his twin swords strapped to his waist, ready to go train with you. But as you closed the door to the bathroom behind yourself, his eyes snapped to look at you. They traced your body, starting at your feet and lingering at your waist before drifting up to look into your own.

You blushed. “Don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?” He asked, the very picture of innocence.

“You know very well like what! Now c’mon. Thorin’s gonna kill us if we’re late again because you couldn’t control yourself.”

He sighed, sliding off the bed and following you out of the room.

You walked down the hallway side by side, hand in hand.

“Y/N?” Fíli asked.

You turned to look at him, and suddenly his hand was in your hair, pulling your head in to kiss him. Although surprised, you deepened the kiss, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist as he spun and pressed your back into the wall, one hand in your hair and the other gripping your thigh.

A sound suddenly broke through your focus only on Fíli.

“Uh, guys?”

You and Fíli sprang apart, flushed, to see Kíli awkwardly standing at the end of the hallway.

“Uncle Thorin says that if you two don’t stop slobbering all over each other and get your behinds down to training, he’s gonna have Dwalin make you do wind sprints for two weeks. Also, in seeing this I have been scarred for life. I’m making Dori get you next time, and we’ll see what he has to say about all this.”

You looked at your husband, eyes wide with terror. Without another word, the two of you started flat-out running down the hall, blasting past a bewildered Kíli.

Everything tag: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1 @kumqu4t @katbby16 @thewhiteladyofrohan @kirstenscaffeinateddisaster @beenovel @shethereadinghobbit @guardianofrivendell l @hey-its-nonny

Fíli tag: @laurfilijames @claraofthepen

#elvish sky’s 1k celebration #maiawrites #lord of the rings #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #the hobbit fili #fili story #fili x reader #fili x you'#fili x y/n #fíli x reader #fíli

121 notes · View notes

elvish-sky · 3 years

Text

Welcome to the World {Faramir x Reader}

A.N: Ok, so my mind went immediately to having a baby with Faramir (I just spent a week with my baby cousin, and my other aunt is 9 months pregnant, so that’s probably why) and honestly I love how this turned out! I hope you like it too!

Requested by @idle-thyme on Tumblr for my 1k sleepover: Could I please request 💜 11. “I’m so proud of you” with Faramir, if you’re not completely inundated with asks? If you don’t want to / can’t do this no worries!

Pairing: Faramir x Reader

Warnings: Birth (non-graphic, no descriptions of labor. Story takes place after giving birth).

****

Welcome to the World

You collapsed back against your pillows, utterly exhausted. You heard the cry of a baby and strained to sit up, to gaze upon your newborn son for the first time.

You felt arms behind your back, supporting you as you sat up, and smiled.

“Thank you,” you whispered to your husband.

Faramir smiled at you. “Of course, my love. It’s the least I could do. I’m so proud of you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled up at him as the midwife carried your baby towards you. She placed him in your arms and backed away.

“I’ll give you three a few moments,” she told you, closing the door behind herself as she left the room.

Alone as a family for the first time, you and your husband watched your son. His eyes were closed. You could see some of Faramir in him already- the way his brow was furrowed like he was concentrating very deeply on something.

“What should we name him?” Faramir asked quietly, so quietly that it seemed he was afraid to interrupt the peaceful silence that blanketed the room.

You smiled up at him.

“I was thinking Boromir,” you said.

You watched the tears fill your husband’s eyes at the name of his fallen brother, a smile spreading across his face at the name.

You passed the baby to Faramir, waiting for an answer.

“Hi Boromir,” he whispered to your child.

Boromir wiggled suddenly.

Faramir laughed. “I think he likes it!”

You giggled with him, watching the two most important people in your life, just existing together.

“Welcome to the world, Boromir,” you whispered.

#elvish sky’s 1k celebration #faramir #lord of the rings #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #maiawrites #faramir x reader #faramir x you #faramir x y/n #faramir imagine #faramir drabble #drabble #gondor #boromir #baby #child!au

111 notes · View notes

elvish-sky · 3 years

Note

ok first of all CONGRATUALTIONS ON 1000 FOLLOWERS 🎉🎉🎉🎈YOU DESERVE ALL OF THEM AND SO MUCH MORE!!! WE'RE SO PROUD OF YOU!!

Is it alright if I request a 💙 for Eomer x reader with the third prompt “Everyone knows you’re lying."

Ok, Wow, He’s Very Hot {Éomer x Reader}

A.N: Thank you!!! I’m so excited and grateful!!! Ok wow, writing something in ten minutes was honestly sooo much harder than I expected, but it was so much fun!! I think I’ll do this more often. I was typing sooo fast to get this to like a good conclusion, and I honestly like it so that’s good. Also, like if I can write almost 500 words in ten minutes- why does it take me so long to write fics?! Maybe I should work with a timer more… Anyways, I hope you love this!

Word Count: 436

*****

You walked down the hallway with your friend Eowyn, chatting as you made your way to the training courtyard.

It was after the War of the Ring, the crowning of Eomer as King of Rohan had opened up so many new pathways for women. Eowyn was now a healer, betrothed to Faramir of Gondor and visiting home for a few weeks, and you were training to become a soldier in the armies of Rohan.

You approached the large wooden doors, slamming your shoulder into them to heave them open.

The sight that greeted you in the courtyard was not unpleasant- although Eowyn did shudder and mutter “Ew.”

Eomer, King of Rohan, was sparring, shirtless with one of his guards. The sweat glistened on his torso as his long hair flowed down his back. You could see the muscles rippling under his skin as he went on the attack, fighting with his favorite battleax that he so rarely got to use.

You jumped as Eowyn elbowed you, startling you.

“Everyone knows you’re lying, Y/N.” She said.

You glanced at her, puzzled. “Lying about what?”

“Loving him.”

“WHAT?! I don’t love Eomer! You’re crazy,” You told her.

A smirk spread across Eowyn’s face.

“What?” you asked wildly, head twisting every which way to see the source of her amusement.

She pointed. “Seems like your little outburst drew some attention,” she said, then withdrew into the shadows.

You turned, puzzled, to see Eomer making a beeline for you.

He was still very much shirtless.

You gulped.

“Y/N, I couldn’t help but overhear you.”

“Yeah! Because she was yelling loud enough for Faramir to hear all the way in Gondor!” Eowyn called out.

Eomer glowered at her. “Not helping!!!”

She smirked again. “Ok, sorry, sorry. Carry on!”

Eomer continued, “And while you did say you didn’t love me, you denied it so vehemently that I had to suspect that you weren’t being entirely truthful.”

You shuffled your feet, even more embarrassed than you were five minutes ago.

“So, I was wondering if you might let me kiss you. Just a test,” Eomer told you.

You nodded.

He drew closer, and you were still extremely aware of the fact that he was shirtless. But hey, you weren’t complaining!

Especially not as he grabbed your waist with one hand, drawing you close to his body as his other hand rested at the back of your neck, kissing you with what seemed like years of pent-up passion.

Eowyn wolf-whistled from behind you.

You elected for a non-verbal retort, as your mouth was rather occupied, and flipped her off behind Eomer’s back.

****

#elvish sky’s 1k celebration #eomer #eomer eadig #eomer x reader #eomer eadig x reader #eomer x you #eomer x y/n #prompt drabbles #eomer drabble #eomer ficlet #ficlet #lord of the rings #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #rohan #shirtless #fluff #spice

90 notes · View notes

elvish-sky · 3 years

Text

The Grumpiness of Uncles Does Not Outweigh the Drunkenness of Nephews {Fíli x Tullaina}

A.N: Ok, so first of all I’m 15 (almost 16 though!) and I have no clue how alcohol or being drunk works. I also don’t know if cold water sobers you up but I decided for the purposes of this fic it didn’t! Also- I had a total blast writing this. Fili and Tullaina are one of my favorite couples, and I loved these prompts because I just got to have so much fun with them! I hope I wrote Tullaina okay, and I really hope you like this!

Requested by @guardianofrivendell for my 1K celebration: 💜 - 1 and 11 from the general prompt list with Fíli (can be x reader or an AU with Tullaina, whatever you prefer!) 1. "I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” 11. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

Summary: Fili gets rather drunk the night the elven delegation arrives. Shenanigans ensue.

Pairing: Fili x Tullaina, mentioned Thorin x Bilbo

Word Count: 1,318, because @guardianofrivendell picks the best prompts so I can’t resist writing longer stuff!

Warnings: Alcohol, Drunken Behavior

*****

The Grumpiness of Uncles Does Not Outweigh the Drunkenness of Nephews {Fíli x Tullaina}

“Fíli! What in Mahal’s name are you doing?”

Tullaina stood in the doorway of the best pub in Erebor, watching her fiancé- the prince of Erebor and heir to the throne- dance along the tabletops.

The issue wasn’t that he was a bad dancer. It wasn’t even the embarrassment this would cause him in the morning (he knew what would happen when he got drunk! It happened every single time). The issue was that, firstly, Fíli had a big meeting in the morning and would not do well hungover, and secondly, the elves were going to be arriving for said meeting any minute (Thorin had grumbled for hours about how Thranduil had “No respect for sleep,” and that “Some of us can’t stay up all night and then look fresh as daisies in the morning.”)

After the fiasco that had happened the last time the elves visited, which had involved Fíli, Kíli, several jugs of ale, and a game of catch, Thorin was determined to keep everything under control for this visit.

“TULLAINA!” Fíli exclaimed, jumping down from the table and drunkenly making his way over to her.

“I love you,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Tullaina giggled for a moment, then shook her head and pushed him away. “Tell me that when you’re sober. Now c’mon. The elves should be here any moment.”

“ELVES! Where?” He crouched into a battle-stance and looked around warily.

Tullaina laughed, grabbing his arm and dragging him out the door. She rounded the corner of the pub, entering the alleyway behind it.

“Did you get it?”

“Yes,” said a figure, stepping forward out of the darkness.

“Kíli!!” Fíli greeted his brother with a wave. “Did you know I Love Tulls? I. Love. Tullaina.”

“Oh, wow. He really is drunk,” Kíli said.

Tullaina nodded. “Yup. Now let’s do this so that we can get to the gates and not have Thorin scold us.”

Kíli nodded, reaching down and grabbing a large bucket. Tullaina knew what was in it- ice cold water.

“Ready?”

Tullaina let go of Fíli and backed up. “Ready.”

Kíli hefted the bucket over his head, dumping all the cold water over his brother. Fíli starting shrieking as the cold water rained down over him, jumping and squirming and generally just not looking very pleased as his brother and fiancé both cackled while watching him.

Tullaina waited until Fíli had shaken most of the water off, then approached him. “You at least slightly clear-headed now?”

“Huh? Oh, Tullaina! Kíli, did you know I love Tulls?”

Kíli sighed. “Ok. That didn’t work at all.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” said Tullaina. “We need to figure this out.”

Kíli walked up to his brother, placing a hand on each of Fíli’s shoulders and looking him directly in the eyes.

“Fíli,” he began.

“Yes?”

“Yes, hi. It’s me. We’re about to go see Uncle Thorin and Uncle Bilbo, and we’re going to be greeting the elves. You need to act completely normal. Got it?”

Fíli nodded, suddenly looking very serious. “I’ve got it.”

Tullaina and Kíli let out simultaneous sighs of relief, each grabbing one of Fíli’s arms to frog-march him to the front gates.

As they walked, Fíli asked, “Do you think Thranduil will let me touch his ears?”

“No,” Kíli told him.

“Awwwww,” Fíli pouted. “But they’re so pointy. I want to touch them!!!!!”

The next morning, Tullaina sat on the window seat in her bedroom, watching Fíli blink his eyes open in the spot he’d collapsed last night- spread eagle on her bed.

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?” She asked.

“Tulls?” Fíli shot up to a sitting position, blinking his eyes in confusion.

“You collapsed in here last night because you were very drunk,” she told him. “Anyways, did you know talk in your sleep?”

Fíli looked wary. “I did not know that. May I ask what I said?”

Tullaina giggled. “Let’s see, there may have been a fully formed dream-plan to prank Thranduil’s son for revenge-”

“Did you write it down?”

“I- what?” Tullaina was confused by the sudden interruption.

“Tullaina. Focus. Did you write it down?”

She shook her head, and Fíli’s head sank back in disappointment.

“I remember it, though!”

Fíli’s head shot back up. “Great! We’ll discuss it later. What else did I say?”

“There was also a whole lot of grumbling about ‘the grumpiness of uncles,’ and how ‘ever since Uncle Thorin had married Bilbo he’d gotten supremely worse about manners.’”

Fíli groaned. “I hope I didn’t say anything like that in front of my Uncles!”

Tullaina smirked. “Well, you actually did a whole lot worse.”

Fíli shot out of bed. “What?! What did I do?!”

Tullaina sat back against her pillows with the air of someone who was taking entirely too much delight in telling someone else something.

“Well,” she began. “You started off an abysmal night by commenting on the pointiness of the Elven-Kings ears. In front of the whole elven delegation- and like ninety percent of Erebor.”

Fíli flopped back onto the bed in despair. “I really hate to ask, but… did I touch them?”

“Welllllllll, no.”

He sighed in relief.

“However, you did somehow manage to touch Legolas’s ears. And then Legolas caught a whiff of your breath and commented on how drunk you must have been. And then Thorin… well, let’s just say Thorin was not pleased. Especially not when you started yelling at Legolas.”

“What did I yell at Legolas about?” Fíli looked like he wanted to shrivel up and never be seen again.

The smirk on Tullaina’s face was growing. “You said, and I quote, “C’mon, Leggy!! Bros don’t rat out other bros for being drunk at a diplomatic thingy! And you! I thought you were a bro! How could you?”

“So that’s why I wanted revenge in my dream?” Fíli asked.

Tullaina nodded.

“It’s official,” Fíli declared. “I will never leave this room again.”

“I would say that was a good idea,” Tullaina said. “Except for the fact that as of right now, you are officially late to the ‘crisis management (the crisis being your behavior last night) meeting that Thorin scheduled for this morning. The one that all the elves will be attending.”

Fíli shot into the room where Thorin usually held all important meetings, skidding to a halt in shock as he saw the faces of the people inside.

It was everyone. All the elves, Thorin, Bilbo, even little Frodo! And- was that-

“Tullaina?”

Everyone in the room started laughing.

Fíli stood there in complete bewilderment. “What- what is happening?”

Thorin approached him. “Last night, when you were behaving so ridiculously, we figured out that if dwarven-elven relations could withstand that kind of diplomatic fiasco, we could withstand anything.”

Thranduil stepped forward. “Exactly. However, your Uncle still felt you deserved some punishment for last night. So, your all-too-willing fiancée stepped in.”

Tullaina gave Fíli a little wave.

“So- so I’m not in trouble?”

Thorin laughed. “No. We thought that the fact that everyone, until the end of time, will remember you asking to touch an elf’s ears was enough.”

Fíli was blushing like crazy.

“Fine,” he said. “But my retribution for this will be legendary! They shall mark this day as the day when Fíli, Prince of Erebor, came up with his greatest prank ever!” He spread his arms wide to punctuate the declaration.

And then promptly stopped, holding out his hand. “Now, c’mon, Tulls. I’m hungry. Let’s go to the kitchens.”

As the two left the room, Fíli turned around just long enough to yell one more thing.

“There will still be repercussions for this, never fear! There shall be RE-PER-CUSSIONS!”

The large double doors to the conference room slammed shut in their wake, and everyone in the room could hear them walking down the hallway on the other side, Tullaina giggling as she teased Fíli and him good-naturedly replying.

Fíli tag: @laurfilijames @claraofthepen

58 notes · View notes

elvish-sky · 3 years

Text

well. holy shit, there are so many of you that is abso-fucking-lutely incredible. hi guys *waves nervously* and thank you so very much for 1,000 followers!

but in all seriousness, thank you for supporting me and this blog. you’ve all become such good friends over the last seven-ish months (holy crap?!) and i love you all.

note: this does mean that ALFTS might continue on hiatus for another week or two- not sure i’ll have time to work on both!

so, without further ado, send in one of the hearts below and the necessary details, and i will get to it! and again- thank you all so much. i’m so lucky to be a part of this community.

💜- Prompt Drabbles! Send in a purple heart, a prompt number from this list (make sure to specify which section of the list the prompt is from) and a character/pairing (Lotr, Hobbit, or Silm!) and I will write a drabble/ficlet!

💙- 10 Minute Fics! Put a blue heart and one of these prompts and a character/pairing in my inbox, and I will have exactly TEN MINUTES to write whatever first comes to mind! note- i will not be writing these immediately after i see the ask.

💚- Let’s Talk About Fics, Baby! Send in a green heart and a question from this ask game, and/or ask me any questions about any of my fics, my writing process, or just writing in general!

🤍- Mental Health! As many of you know, I’ve been struggling with several mental health problems recently. Send me a white heart, and I’ll reply with something (whether a person, podcast, or just something I’m grateful for) that’s helped, and/or a few tips.

💛- Sleepover games! Send in a yellow heart and let’s play FMK, Would You Rather, any sleepover game you can think of!

🧡- Maia’s Thoughts! Send in an orange heart and ask for my opinion/thoughts on anything from Tolkien to coffee!

❤️- Get To Know Me! Even though you’re probably sick of me by now, send in a red heart and a question from this ask game and I’ll answer it!

🖤- It’s All About Aeri! Send me a black heart and a prompt off of this list and I’ll write a drabble with Aeri, my OC whose character sheet you can find here! You can also ask me any questions you have about her and her fic, ALFTS!

*you are allowed to ask as many different (or even several of the same) things as you’d like!

Send Any and All Of These To My Inbox!

This event closes on July 17!

Again, I’d like to thank you all so very much for supporting this blog for so long. This celebration is really just a way for me to show my incredible appreciation for each of you. I love you all <3

Also tagging my ALFTS tag because there is a chance to get more Aeri content with this!: @lothloriien @laurfilijames @cassiabaggins @claraofthepen @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse

#elvish sky’s 1k celebration #lord of the rings #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #maiawrites #aeri #aeri x aragorn #aragorn x aeri #aragorn x original character #alfts #the hobbit fanfiction #lord of the rings fanfiction #silmarillion fanfiction #lotr #lotr fanfiction #lotr fandom #tolkien #sleepover celebration

70 notes · View notes

elvish-sky · 3 years

Note

Congrats on 1000!!! How about 💙#14 with Gimli ?

Thank you, love! Ok, so this was not a very focused ten minutes lol and I had to wrap it up real quick cause I was running out of time, but I hope you like it!

*****

Absolutely Not

“AGH!!!!” You yelled as you sprawled on the ground.

You’d been running with the three hunters all day, trying desperately to catch up to the Uruk-Hai that had captured Merry and Pippin. Aragorn and Legolas were far ahead- their athleticism apparently had no boundaries- while you and Gimli were both struggling. A lot.

You sat up, wincing at the pain in your knee. You looked up, hearing footsteps and seeing Gimli walking towards you.

“What happened, lass?”

“I fell and landed funny on my knee.”

“Can you keep going?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I think so.”

“Kiss it better?” you asked Gimli, making puppy eyes at him as he helped you up.

“Absolutely not,” he said.

You laughed, and the two of you set off again once more, Gimli chuckling as well.

#elvish sky’s 1k celebration #maiawrites #gimli #lord of the rings #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #gimli x reader

49 notes · View notes

elvish-sky · 3 years

Text

Resolve {Boromir x Reader}

A.N: Ah thank you!! So, honestly its a tad hard for me to write Boromir romantically because my Dad and Sean Bean look so alike and like, I don’t want to imagine someone who looks like my Dad romantically. So this is a tad more platonic but can be interpreted as romantic as well! I hope you like it!

Requested by Anon on Tumblr for my 1k sleepover: Can I request please 💜- Prompt Drabbles! With prompt 33 from The general - “Wake me up when it’s over.” Boromir x reader, please! Thank you and take ur time :)

Word Count: 458

Pairing: Boromir x Reader or Boromir & Reader, is open to platonic or romantic interpretation!

Warnings: Major Character Death, Grief

You were lying on the forest floor, wrapped in your soft brown cloak as you tried in vain to sleep.

The land of dreams had not been welcoming to you in the days after the death of Boromir- your brain still shrouded in too much shock and grief to be able to drift into unconciousness the way you’d been able to before.

Before. There was a before, a time when your face had been all smiles and the sound most likely to come out of your mouth was a peal of laughter. Your eyes had been bright and joyful, and even during the beginning of the quest on which the fate of Middle Earth rested, your happiness had never wavered.

And then there was after. After you’d found him dying, arrows sticking out of his body. You’d sobbed over him for an hour, until Aragorn had picked you up and carried you over to the riverbank, and you’d sobbed while he held you as you watched Boromir’s body go over the falls. After was when your face was frozen with shock, the only sound coming out of your mouth was sobbing. Your eyes were dull, emotionless. Because the only way to survive the grief had been to bury it.

But now, somehow, you’d managed to fall asleep. And, striding across a meadow ahead of you, you saw him.

Boromir.

“You’re dead,” you whispered, hand over your mouth in partial shock and an attempt to not sob.

Boromir nodded. “I am.”

“This is a dream.”

He nodded again.

“Oh, Boromir,” you whispered, collapsing into his arms with sobs wracking your body the way they had when you’d first found his, grief fresh once more.

“I can’t do this. I can’t keep going, trying to be okay when I’m not because you’re gone.”

“You have to keep going, Y/N. For me and the world. Please.”

“Just- wake me up when it’s over?” you whispered.

He nodded. “I can’t control that. But I know you have the strength to keep going, so even if you do wake up still in the middle of everything, I know you’ll get to the other side.”

And so, deep in the peaceful land of dreams, you wept in his arms.

You awoke the next morning with a new feeling in your chest. The grief was still there- raw, a wound that might never heal. But there was something else, growing next to it. Not happiness. You didn’t know if you could ever remember how to be happy.

It was resolve. That you’d finish the quest, help Aragorn restore Gondor to it’s glory just like Boromir had wanted. He was gone, but you could still make the changes he’d wanted to see in the world.

#elvish sky’s 1k celebration #boromir #boromir x reader #boromir and reader #boromir and you #boromir x you #lord of the rings #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #boromir x y/n #gondor #drabble #prompt drabbles #prompt drabble #lotr fic #lotr fanfiction

43 notes · View notes

elvish-sky · 3 years

Note

💜 #17 with Pippin please! Also congrats on 1k!!! You deserve every follower and more! 💕

Thank you so so much!! And thank you for requesting- this is lovely! I hope you like it!

****** Soulmates

You sat on the stone wall next to Pippin, feet swinging in the air below. It had been a long day- Frodo had finally woken up, and you’d spent most of the day sitting with him while everyone caught him up on all that had happened.

But now the day was almost over. You and Pippin were sitting on a low stone wall in one of Minas Tirith’s many courtyards, just content to be with each other.

You looked over at him, watching his chest expand and contract with his breath as the light of the sunset lit his face up in a heavenly glow.

“I’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate,” you said.

Pippin looked surprised, then laughed. “Well, I know you’re mine. It would be rather awkward if I wasn’t yours, then.”

You smiled at him and scooched close, leaning your head on his shoulder.

#elvish sky’s 1k celebration #starryeyedrogue #maiasasks #pippin #pippin x reader #pippin x you

35 notes · View notes

elvish-sky · 3 years

Text

I Will {Éowyn x Faramir} Drabble

A.N: Wow, these 10 minute fics are tough! But so much fun! And I love Eowyn and Faramir so so so so so much, they’re just adorable and fantastic.

Requested by @lothloriien for my 1k celebration: 💙 éowyn/faramir, 21. “I’ll be whatever makes you happy.” “Then be yourself.”

Pairing: Eowyn x Faramir

*****

I Will {Eowyn x Faramir}

Éowyn sat on a chair, facing a window overlooking the city of Gondor. She had not been having a good time recently- between the injuries she’d sustained from the Witch-King and the overwhelming fear, she’d had trouble sleeping.

But now it was over. The two other hobbits, the ones she’d never met, had destroyed the One Ring. Mordor had collapsed and with it its armies.

They were safe now.

But she still wasn’t happy. She’d wanted to fight for so long, to serve and protect, but now? Now she wasn’t so sure.

She reflected back on the healers that had helped her recover. They valued life over death, believing that no one should be left to die. They always followed that principle.

The killing on the battlefield had been the opposite. Mindless, only focusing on the next enemy, the next fight. There was no respect for life.

She heard a rustling behind her and turned her head.

“Good morning,” Faramir said, approaching her from where he’d slept, in a bed next to hers in the healer’s quarter.

“Morning,” she said faintly.

He laid a hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Éowyn sighed. “I just- I feel like my whole life I’ve been reaching for something, feeling this urge to fight and prove myself. And now it’s gone, and I don’t know what to do.”

Faramir kneeled before her, looking into her eyes. “It’s hard, I know. I’ve struggled with who to be for almost my whole life.”

“I’ll be whatever makes you happy. That sounds easy,” she said.

“Be yourself. Don’t go for easy, go for what makes you, you.”

Éowyn smiled at him, “maybe I will.”

#elvish sky’s 1k celebration #maiawrites #jrr tolkien #lord of the rings #the hobbit #faramir #eowyn #Éowyn #eowyn x faramir #faramir x eowyn

44 notes · View notes

elvish-sky · 3 years

Note

💜 with the fluff 10 for Aeri and Aragorn? If you're willing of course!

thank you so much for requesting! I was so so so excited about this one because of course I haven't gotten to write them together yet, so this was so fun to start to explore their dynamic for later parts of ALFTS!

*****

The King Who Looked Hot In Braids

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair!” Aeri exclaimed.

Aragorn, sitting on the ground in front of her, shifted again. “I really don’t see why the braids are necessary, my love.”

Aeri internally blushed at the nickname before starting to separate his hair into parts. “Braids keep the hair out of your face! Also, you look really hot in braids.”

“Aeri!” Aragorn exclaimed.

She shrugged. “You know it’s true! And we’re betrothed, so I can say that.”

Aragorn nodded, “Tr-”

“Keep still!” Aeri interrupted him.

He sighed, then stopped moving. “Anyways, as I was saying, true, you can say that. But if you say it in front of Legolas or Faramir they’ll start saying it and then I’ll forever be known as King Aragorn, the One Who Looked Hot In Braids.”

Aeri laughed. “Not a bad title, all things considered.”

“It would be a horrible title!!”

She shrugged. “Nah. Not really. Perhaps I should get it carved on your tombstone?”

Aragorn reached up to playfully swat her.” NO! Do not get it carved on my tombstone!”

Aeri shrugged. “Fine, your loss.” She stood, stretching, and motioned for Aragorn to check out her work in the mirror.

Aragorn stood, walking over to the mirror and gazing at his reflection.

“Wow! I really do look hot in braids!”

everything tag@entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1 @kumqu4t @katbby16 @thewhiteladyofrohan @kirstenscaffeinateddisaster @beenovel @shethereadinghobbit @guardianofrivendell @hey-its-nonny

alfts tag cause this is a future aeri and aragorn thing! @laurfilijames @lothloriien @cassiabaggins @claraofthepen

#elvish sky’s 1k celebration #wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse #maiasasks #aerinithil #aeri #aragorn #aeri x aragorn

20 notes · View notes