#for my anon asking for gimli & aragorn content !!!

[aeonianarchives]

Hey there! I was wondering if you would mind writing a request for me. One in which the fem!reader is a Dunedain and was friends with Aragorn since childhood. She joins the fellowship and grows really close to Boromir, seeing him as a brother. Aragorn is jealous, but then the reader tells him that she loves him. Thank you for considering!

I Love You Stupid

A/n: of course Anon, I forgot i wrote for Aragorn so I almost wrote a whole paragraph saying I don't write for him only to check my masterlist and find out i do, I know I have a 24 hour request turn around or well try to, but this will probs be written in that time but sit in my queue for a week or two cuz i have shit wifi at the moment and i need to post content while i have shit wifi when i go away. This is also my first time writing for him so please bare with me.

Pairing: Dúnedain Fem!Reader x Aragorn

Summary: Request by Anon

Ft: Jealous Aragorn, Brother Figure Boromir, Wingman Legolas, Thorin (Mention) is Alive

Ever since childhood you had grown up with Aragorn, you were almost attached at the hip, apart from the fact that, Haldir and his brothers had basically adopted you ever since they found you after the orc ambush on your parents convoy to the Greenwood, you were raised closely with him, given the both Elrond's twins and the twins were good friends.

You both joined the Dúnedain Rangers together and you traveled the wild together, you soon caught wind of of the secret council of Elrond being held of the ring, some how even the elven rulers and the wizards did not know how you knew most things in middle earth, so Elrond was not as surprised as Aragorn when you reveled yourself from the shadows.

"Ah Y/n, I was wondering when you would show yourself, it would be unlike you not to hear about this" Mithrandir said

"Lady Galadriel told me about it, she asked me to come as her representative" you returned it was true that the Lady Galadriel used you as her personal ranger some times as you had ties with the Galadrhim.

Boromir was quick to offer you a seat, "Please it is rude for me to keep a lady such as yourself standing" Boromir said.

"I prefer the stand" You told the Stewards son who nodded to you and took his seat again, you stayed silent even threw Boromir insulting Aragorn and the little fight which took place about if the ring should be destroyed or if Gondor should get it.

"The ring has to be destroyed, there is no other option, if the ring is not destroyed and Sauron should get it because the race of men is weak, then he would get so much stronger, it must be cast back into the fires in which it was forged no weapon by any craft we have here will break it" You chimed in

"And what would a ranger like you know" Boromir said.

"She knows plenty more than you know" Aragorn shot you sighed as Boromir and Aragorn got into another argument, soon you had pledged your sword like Aragorn to the hobbit, Legolas also swore his bow to the hobbit and gimli his axe, you slightly snickered remembering how bilbo told you when Legolas saw a drawing of Gimli in his father Gloin locket and called him a goblin mutant, but you said nothing, Boromir surprisingly offered to come along for the journey.

You soon learnt on your journey Boromir wasn't that bad a bit misogynistic but over all not that bad, he helped Merry and Pippin use swords, Aragorn even chimed in the help the two, you stood next to Legolas albeit with a height difference as he stood on a rock.

Sam was cooking, the hobbit had soon become the main cook of the fellowship, not that you minded, it would probably fall to you if not.

Boromir soon came up behind you, "what ya thinking about" Boromir said you somewhat jumped as he snuck up on you as you were lost in thought.

"Are ya thinking of the Elf, Ya were staring" Boromir said, Legolas quickly turned to you.

"No I was not, Legolas is a good mellon of mine Boromir, I was thinking about my parents reaction to me going on this quest, they are a bit, over protective of me" You responded.

"Aren't you the same age as Aragorn" Boromir said you nodded in response

"Aren't your parents i don't know dead" Boromir said you laughed

"Not my biological ones my elvish parents" You responded

"You were raised by elves" Boromir said

"Yeah, got a problem with that" You questioned Boromir

"No just shocked" Boromir said

"Y/n likes someone of her own race, which she has known for a long time" Legolas said, you shot the prince a glare

"Sometimes I hate you" You said to Legolas.

You had not noticed how you became close to Boromir, but Aragorn certainly had and wondered how he could let you fall for him, Legolas fell back in step with the Dúnedain Ranger.

"You know Aragorn, that's more Brotherly than it is romantic" Legolas whispered as you turned around and smiled at the two, Legolas fell back to walk with the hobbits as you moved to walk next to Aragorn.

"Oh Estel, Boromir is asking of embarrassing stories of you, I told him to go to Elrond or Elrond's twins if he wanted, Are you ok, is this about Arwen, I know you loved her but maybe you can find someone better" You said.

"How could I do better than an Elf" Aragorn said he noticed how quickly you shut up and moved to walk next to Boromir.

"You blew that" Legolas said walking next to him again.

The Fellowship soon set up Camp, Boromir and Gimli were talking to each other, Sam was talking to Frodo while cooking, Pippin and Merry were talking with Boromir and Gimli, You were sat next to Gandalf near the fire sharpening your sword.

You kept Aragorn in your peripheral vision as you chipped in with Boromir's conversation when it was directed your way, Aragorn was acting different he was distant compared to before, before Aragorn would come up with any reason to be with you.

"Y/N CATCH" Pippin yelled throwing you an apple, you stabbed it midair with your nice and took a bite out of it.

"Told you she could do it Sam, if she can cut an arrow in half of course she can do that" Pippin said, Gandalf chuckled choking on his pipe a little.

"That was a one time think Pippin, I will not be doing that again" You replied you could hear Legolas' silent laugh from behind you.

A Week later you had had enough of Aragorn moping around and ignoring you all the time especially since Gandalf fell in Moria and Boromir when Pippin and Merry got taken.

"Aragorn, look I know Boromir's and Gandalf death have been hard, especially as i grew to think of Boromir as a Brother but will you quit Ignoring me for once" You huffed as you picked up yet another piece of firewood and slammed it angrily into Aragorn's arms.

"Now is no time to get all sad over Arwen breaking up with you before you left Imladris, It was better for both of you, Arwen will sail to Valinor and you will become the King of Gondor" You said.

"That is not who I am, I am not a King and this isn't about their deaths or Arwen, it's about something completely different" Aragorn said.

"You are not Isildur, you won't make the same mistake he did, you maybe of his blood but you are not him, not all decedents in your case are like there ancestors, You are a better man than him, someone I can follow into battle and trust them" You said prodding Aragorn in the chest with a firewood stick you had picked up.

"I know I am not him, but you aren't the only one who wants be to become King" Aragorn said

"Hey, I get these uncanny feelings about the future more than often they are right, and you being king is one of them" You said as you set the stick down onto the rest Aragorn was holding.

"I think Legolas was right about one thing, you are jealous" You saud

"And why would i be Jealous" Aragorn said

"I did not notice it until I looked for it, but your in love with me aren't you, and you thought of Boromir was a threat as you thought I liked him in a romantic way, Aragorn never have you been so wrong" you said turning around to him.

"do you like Legolas" Aragorn said you laughed

"Oh Aragorn, I liked Legolas but I realized that was a stupid little crush which was a phase, I mean who wouldn't have you seen how hot that elf is i swear he gets it from his father, no he does get it from his father, I'm getting off topic" You walked towards Aragorn

"You really want to know who I like hmm" You said.

"It would be out of line to ask you" Aragorn said.

"I like Elladan" You teased, you watched as Aragorn's face dropped.

"Good" You said, Aragorn looked at you in shock.

"You do like me, I thought Legolas was pulling my Leg" You said you watched his face turn to confusion.

"You are so blind when it comes to feelings Aragorn, I love you dumbass and I always have, I just knew to leave you and Arwen be" You said.

"Now, we should get back to camp, before Legolas and Gimli think something bad happened to us" you said, Aragorn followed you back, you both set down the fire wood and sat down, Legolas slide besides Aragorn the two talked in hushed whispers before Legolas looked at you knowingly.

"You should set you blanket besides Y/n Aragorn if that is so, we wouldn't want Y/n to be defenseless on a night raid by orcs" you glared at Legolas

"Gimli, Did you know when Legolas saw your picture in your fathers locket he asked if you were a goblin mutant" You said the dwarf glared at Legolas

"A GOBLIN MUTANT NOW LADDIE YOU THOUGHT I WAS A GOBLIN MUTANT, I WILL MAKE YA LOOK LIKE A GOBLIN MUTANT" Gimli yelled

"How did you know about that" Legolas asked you.

"Feren tells me everything and surprisingly so does Thorin" you said, Aragorn came to sit next to you as Gimli and Legolas were fighting.

"You didn't need to set Gimli on him did you" Aragorn questioned, you laughed as you set your head on Aragorn's shoulder, he wrapped an arm around your waist.

"It was to funny to to see Gimli's reaction, I am surprised I held out this Long" you said turning your head to face Aragorn, he kisses you.

"Yuck" You said pushing him away

"I've never kissed someone with a beard before" You said

"I kiss you and you say yuck" Aragorn said offend, you laughed and hugged him.

A/n: sorry this is so late it to me a couple of days to even write this and then it would have be stuck in my long queue.

Star trek reference it Lord of the Rings fanfic, yes i do say so, and it fits very well if I do say so myself.

Elvish Translation:

Mellon - Friend

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Gimli: Here's the plan: we go in, I start hitting people hard in the face, and see where that takes us. Aragorn: No.

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It's Not a Wedding Without a Food Fight {Éowyn x Reader}

A.N: So the slouching thing was inspired by another request I got, but the request was for platonic Legolas and Aragorn and this is not so I will be writing another more in depth one with that! But this was great to write- I haven’t written much lately so this was an awesome piece to get back into things with. I really hope you guys like it!

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: hhhm can I request any female character x fem!reader? the fandom desperately more femslash content sjfjsgsk

Word Count: 1,823

Summary: You and Eowyn are about to get married.

Pairings: Eowyn x Fem!Reader, Aragorn x Legolas

Warnings: Fluff, Humor

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It’s Not a Wedding Without a Food Fight

Laughing, you strolled hand in hand with your fiance down the hallway. Tomorrow was your wedding day, and as you were the adopted sister of the newly crowned King of Gondor, and Eowyn was the Princess of Rohan, it was going to be quite the event.

But tonight, the night before, was just for you. You were headed to a small family dinner with the Fellowship, Eomer, and Faramir, one last gathering with them before you were married.

As a fun surprise, you and Eowyn had picked each other’s outfits for the night. She was wearing a light yellow dress that matched her hair, embroidery-less but cut in a way that accentuated her perfectly, with a golden circlet crowning her head. You were her opposite, in pale blue with a silver circlet that matched the one she wore while still paying homage to your brother. You had laughed at each other’s clothing choices when you first saw them, chuckling at how somehow you matched.

Reaching the end of the hallway, you pushed open the double doors to see all your friends sitting around a table. Merry and Pippin were at opposite ends of the table (as everyone knew that you had to separate them if you wanted an event to be slightly less chaotic- although they were sitting together at the wedding tomorrow. You hoped that wasn’t a mistake). Boromir (who had survived his wounds at the hands of the orcs), Faramir, and Eomer had their heads bent together in some deep discussion, and Frodo and Sam were contently sipping their ale with Gandalf. Legolas and Aragorn seemed to be bickering about something, and Gimli, seated between them, just looked annoyed.

You paused in the doorway for a moment, holding Eowyn back, just looking at all your friends alive and happy. You wouldn’t have thought it possible that you’d all be here, and that you yourself was getting married. To the most beautiful woman alive.

Eowyn noticed your thoughts drifting and squeezed your hand, bringing you back to the present to see your brother smiling up at you, no one else having noticed your presence.

And then, with Pippin’s shout of, “Y/N! Eowyn! You both look great,” everyone was pushing back benches and stools and coming over to hug the both of you and escort you to your seats.

You sat between your brother and Gimli, Eowyn next to Eomer and Boromir several seats down.

“What’s going on?” You asked Gimli, gesturing to the elf and human arguing over your heads.

“It’s the posture thing again, lass. They’ve been at it for ten minutes.” The dwarf shook his head.

Ahhhh. The posture thing. It had started in Rivendell when the Fellowship had first formed, and had been going on ever since. Even when the two had started courting, the human still bothered the elf about it. Aragorn was very bothered by people with bad posture. You had grown up with him constantly nudging your back whenever you slouched, and the constant whisper of “Postuuure,” in a singsong voice. You felt bad for Legolas, but you had to admit Aragorn’s nagging had helped you. Your back literally never hurt.

“Seriously, Legolas, stop slouching,” Aragorn hissed.

The elf sighed. “Aragorn. You leave me no choice.”

You watched, wide eyed, as Legolas grabbed a handful of food and smashed it into Aragorn’s hair.

“FOOD FIGHT!” Came the expected yell from Pippin, and with that everyone was standing and grabbing food and throwing it at whoever was closest.

Even Gandalf was participating, somehow managing to hit Pippin repeatedly in the back of the head with roasted potatoes. Aragorn and Legolas were attacking each other as fiercely as they would orcs on the battlefield, smashing food in the other's face.

Laughing, you ducked under the table for a moment to catch a break, and found Eowyn with a stockpile of food.

“I was waiting for you to come down here!” She had a mischievous smirk, and you quirked an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m waiting. When Pippin got up and yelled I grabbed all the food I could and hid under here. Want to surprise attack everyone?”

You nodded. “This is why I fell in love with you!”

She laughed. “Three, two, one!”

On one you exploded from under each side of the table, hurling food at anything that moved. You hit your brother right in the face, got Legolas’ hair covered in something, and backed Boromir and Eomer into a corner with the amount of food thrown at them, Faramir laughing in the background.

Finally, after everyone was completely covered, you and your soon-to-be-wife climbed onto the table.

“Who are the champions?” Eowyn asked.

Boromir groaned. “You are. You are very much the champions.”

You grinned. “Now that we’ve established that, who wants to help us clean all this up?”

Everyone rose, and helped you clean up the huge mess you’d made. After, everyone made their way to their rooms, tired.

You entered your bedroom and closed the door, leaning against it. Tomorrow you would be married. To the best woman alive. You smiled as you went to your wardrobe, donning your nightclothes while gazing at the wedding gown you couldn’t wait to wear. You fell asleep with the wardrobe still open, eyes fixed on that symbol of your future.

“Y/N! WAKE UP!” Was the first thing you heard the next morning, accompanied by a cacophony of knocks at your door.

“What,” you groaned, rolling over.

“It’s Pippin! Sam’s with me! We brought breakfast!”

“Fine. Come in.” You sat up, rubbing your eyes as they opened the door.

The smell of eggs and toast wafted in with them as Sam set the tray at your desk. You got up and padded over, sitting in the comfy chair.

“Thank you both very much for this!”

The hobbits beamed.

“That’s not all, Y/N!” Pippin told you. “Frodo and I are both very good at doing hair, so Frodo and Merry went to Eowyn to give her breakfast and do her hair, and we came to you!”

You beamed at them. “That’s awesome! I have absolutely no plans for my hair, so go right ahead.”

Pippin nodded at you and set to work, him and Sam keeping up a stream of cheerful chatter.

Once finished, Pippin showed you to the mirror and you gasped. The hobbit really knew what he was doing, it looked lovely.

“Thank you both so much!”

“Happy to, Miss. Y/N! Now, we’re going to let you finish getting ready. Aragorn will come by and get you once the ceremony is about to start,” Sam told you.

You waved as they closed the door behind them, then set your eyes on the dress. It was time to finish getting ready.

You slowly rotated in front of your mirror, admiring yourself. The white dress was long enough to hit the floor in the front, with a train that stretched back. The bodice had silver edging along the v-neck, and you knew that Eowyn’s was edged with gold.

Hearing a knock at the door, you opened it to see Aragorn, crown gleaming, waiting for you.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. Eowyn’s going to love you.”

“I know!” You laughed, looping your arm through the one he offered and setting off.

You walked down the aisle on your brother’s arm, beaming at your soon-to-be-wife who stood next to Gandalf at the front. You glided past friends whispering words of congratulations, gripping your bouquet with one hand and Aragorn with the other, up past the Fellowship seated at the front who had become your family. As Aragorn took your hand, placing it in Eowyn’s, you looked into her eyes and knew the two of you were going to be so happy together.

After the ceremony, after you had kissed your wife with petals raining down on you, you made your way to the party together. When you opened the double doors, cheers rang out and the two of you kissed once more.

You drank, and sang, and ate, and generally had a lovely time. You were torn out of a conversation with Legolas by Eomer shouting out for silence.

“In Rohan, we have a tradition that anyone who is not married gathers together and the bride throws the bouquet over her head. It’s said that whoever catches is will be the next to be married!”

You looked over to Eowyn, who smiled and gestured for you to join her as Eomer corralled everyone into a group at the other end of the room. He counted down, “THREE, TWO,” and on “ONE” you and your wife threw your bouquets in synchrony.

Turning, you burst into laughter as you saw who held the bouquets. Aragorn, looking a little amused but mostly very nervous as he held one bouquet, was staring at Legolas, who stood next to him with the other clutched in his arms, an identical expression on his face.

Boromir whistled, laughing with you at the two of them. “Guess we’ll be hosting another royal wedding soon enough!”

Aragorn was blushing like mad, glancing over at Legolas shyly. You didn’t think you had ever seen Aragorn be shy before. But as you looked on, Legolas strode over and pulled Aragorn into a kiss, fingers tangling in his hair. Another cheer went around the room as they broke apart, both flushed.

As you made your way over to your brother to make fun of him, you heard him whisper to Legolas, “But don’t think you’re off the hook with that posture.” You laughed.

The party wound down later, people leaving with congratulations to you and your wife and wishes for a happy marriage. Aragorn and Legolas had snuck off somewhere after the whole bouquet thing, which you were not at all surprised by, and the rest of the Fellowship had headed out or looked ready to do so.

You grabbed Eowyn’s hand, and with a wave to Gandalf, Boromir, and Eomer, the only people left, the two of you exited the room. You made your way through the halls to the room you would now share, that had been prepared by your families.

Opening the doors together, you gasped in unison. It was perfect. A door led to a balcony and you walked out hand in hand. The moon shone down like a spotlight on the two of you as you turned back to look at your room.

“So, my wife, what do you think?” Eowyn asked.

“I’m shocked that our brothers were able to make something this beautiful, but I love it. Also, I suspect Legolas helped.”

Her laughter rang through the air, and then she leaned in. In the moment before her lips touched yours, she whispered “I love you.” And then you kissed.

When you broke apart, the only thing you could say was, “I love you, too.” And then you kissed her again.

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Eomer ~ Pictures of You

800 Followers Challenge!

Requested by Anon

Based on  Pictures of You by The Cure

Words: 1,134

Warnings: World displacement

Fun fact about this fic:  I wrote this in New Zealand! (which now feels so long ago and I miss it so much)

By what you knew of the rules of the universe, something like this was never meant to be able to happen, no matter how much you’d longed for it or craved an adventure, you had actually grown content with the idea that you could find that out on your own.

But now, here you were.

It troubled you greatly, you had no experience for this sort of thing, and you felt terrible for so many of the company having to take care of you.

But again, here you were.

And now you’d made it all the way to Rohan (or, you should say back to Rohan), through one hell of scary ride, no matter how much you knew, and you were left wondering exactly where you’d fit into the rest of all this.

Especially with Eomer around.

He’d remained very curious since your first meeting, after you’d hid behind Gimli, forcing yourself not to let out a terrified squeak, and you’d overheard him asking Aragorn questions, a little ashamed that even, after all these months, you still stuck out like a sore thumb.

It was, after all, partly his fault for reason being here.

As soon as you’d seen those wide golden plains and the brilliant look of the way the horses and soldiers had moved on screen, you’d been gone.  Eomer was just the icing on the cake; to say that you were a little infatuated with the character would be an understatement.

Only, he wasn’t just a character any longer, he was here and he was very real, having pulled you to your feet from where you’d sat, dazed, after the battle of Helms Deep was over.

So now you had a predicament.  After all this was over, the fellowship, or at least Gandalf and Elrond, had promised to help you find a way back home.

You weren’t sure that you wanted that.

There were things that you missed, sure, and you had no doubt that your own family would be worried sick, but a part of you was calling you here, always had been, and you really did wonder what would happen if you left.

You were debating this predicament so deeply, overlooking the city of Rohan below, watching it’s people and the open plains and mountains, when Eomer found you and cleared his throat.

It took him a moment to actually realise that you were just deep in thought and not ignoring him, your expression oddly melancholic, and so he gently touched your shoulder.

The startled yelp left you just as you saw him out of the corner from your eye, heat instantly burning at your cheeks as he looks more than a little amused.  “Dammit Eomer.”

“My apologies, it was not my intention to startle you.”  He said, although he was still smiling a little.  “I only wanted to get your attention, you’re standing there looking rather troubled.”

You drew in a shaky breath, partly to get yourself back under control, but also to tell yourself to calm down being next to him.  “It’s okay Eomer, just…well, I guess that’ll teach me for thinking so hard.”

He smiled, but you weren’t paying attention, your gaze turning back outwards, bracing yourself against the wall to try and keep your nerves at bay.

“Is there anything that I can help with?”

You shake your head. “No, but thank you.  When the time comes, this is a decision I’m going to have to make on my own.”

His gaze was on you still and you wondered whether he would leave, a thought that upset you more than it should.

Eomer leant against he wall next to you.  “Aragorn explained your…unusual situation.”

You swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, certainly wasn’t the real life adventure I was expecting.”

“It rarely is,” He said softly, causing you to glance at him, his own gaze outwards, across the city. “I used to think that I would be able to be free from war and fighting, that I’d be able to take my horse out there and ride wherever I wanted.”

“Why can’t you?”  You asked.

Eomer down casts his gaze, smiling a little.  “Because not am I a soldier, I’m am now first in line.  I don’t think my Uncle would take to kindly should I just run off and be free, leave all of this behind.  I would not do that to anyone, him, Eowyn, or Rohan.  My loyalties are all here, what I had was nothing more than a young man’s dream.”

“You’re not that old Eomer.”

He chuckles, shaking his head.  “This is true, but I do know now that my heart lies here with my people.  Being banished, not knowing what was happening within my kingdom…that was hardest thing of all.”

You found yourself thinking again, wondering really what was happening at home, of how much a part of you really did miss it and the life that you had.

“I’ll still keep that dream,” He continued softly.  “Of running free in the hills, and I have no doubt there will be days when I can get a taste of that, but until then, it will only be that.”

Looking at you, he sees your still worried expression, your gaze over Rohan once again.  “Don’t you understand?  When you give up your dream, you die.  Or, a part of you anyway, and that’s something we can’t allow to happen, not ever, because that’s what makes us special.”

You nod, slowly. “What if you don’t know what’s the dream and what’s the calling?”

Eomer nudges your shoulder a little, bringing your gaze to his.  “What’s the one that calls you first?”

You opened your mouth but stopped yourself from replying, not trusting your own answer.

He smiles.  “It’ll take some time to get your head around it, but don’t over think it.”  Stepping away, he then holds out his hand.  “Come, I have the afternoon free and I was told that you have always to ride a horse.”

Silently, you cursed Aragorn.  “Technically, I did.”

“And?”

“It hurt falling off.”

“As all falls do,” Eomer chuckles.  “Come on, I will teach you, then you can ride on your own and not have to worry about relying on another.”

“I still feel like I’m relying on you.”  You said, even as you nervously take his hand, allowing him to lead you away from your thoughts on the wall.

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.  “For now, but if I’m any sort of rider or teacher, you won’t be for long.”

Finally, it felt like a genuine smile comes to your lips, relaxing a little, barely even aware that his hand wasn’t letting go of yours.  “Thank you Eomer.”

Eomer smiles.  “Any time Y/N.  We only all want to see what is best for you.”

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