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pipe-weeds · 4 months

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Would you mind doing some Frodo x fem!reader headcanons where there's a baby on the way? I feel like there'd be a lot of worrying on both sides since they're different species and human x hobbit relationships don't seem to happen too often 😔

-ˏˋ 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝐟𝐭. 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬.

✧ ˖ ° frodo baggins x fem! human! reader. cw for pregnancy.

⋆ ˚ ✦ thank you for requesting! i also received another similar ask: "frodo x pregnant reader? :) fem if you dont mind <3" hope you don't mind that i'm merging them together!

Lately, you haven’t been acting normal. As observant as Frodo is, he noticed your symptoms from the start. You’re moody, you’ve gained a sudden aversion to what was once your favorite foods, and you’ve felt more nauseous than usual.

He’s had suspicions from the beginning, so when the news finally breaks out, Frodo’s not surprised. Despite the initial worry, Frodo always imagined a future with you, complete with a budding family living under the hill at Bag End. The idea’s lingered in the back of his mind for who knows how long, and maybe it’s his inner hobbit speaking, but Frodo deeply longs for that domestic life with you.

He spends most of his time reading and researching parenting books lent by Sam. As a result, books and notes that entirely engulf his workspace now clutter his office. Although, no matter how many books he reads, it doesn’t detract from Frodo’s anxiety.

Furthermore, he keeps a note of potential names on his desk. Suppose it’s a boy, then Frodo wants to honor Bilbo and Sam by naming him after one of them. If it’s a girl, you and Frodo already decided on a flowery name like Petunia or Marigold.

When the effects on your body begin showing, he goes out of his way to prevent you from doing anything strenuous. After bending over to clean a dusty corner of the upcoming nursery, Frodo insisted you refrain from overexerting yourself, and he then suggested you take a rest instead. You’ll tell him countless times that you’ll be alright, but Frodo always responds skeptically.

Frodo does most of the chores to ensure you don’t exhaust yourself. In the morning, he wakes you up with breakfast in bed, and in the evenings, he draws you a warm bath after dinner. However, his overprotectiveness can be overbearing. You aren’t as fragile as Frodo thinks, and though his actions are out of love, they can also be frustrating.

He tries not to panic, although his efforts are in vain. Frodo’s looked to nearly everyone he knows for counsel– especially Sam and Rosie. Although, they all give him the same advice, assuring him not to panic. Human-hobbit relationships aren’t exactly common in the shire; after all, it’s not often that big folk come to visit their lands. Though you don’t exactly ease his thoughts with your worrying either, Frodo constantly tries to reassure you (and himself) that everything will be alright.

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bitkahuna · 1 month

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“I heard you died.”

Bilbo was snapped out of this thoughts as he turned to Frodo. The hobbit took a deep breath, sighing and closing his eyes. “I … I did, yes. I died.” He swallowed hard as he opened his eyes. It wasn’t pleasant to think about. “I spoke with Yavanna. She … she said she would bring me back if I stayed in Erebor, and, by Thorin’s side.”

Frodo snapped up into a seated position. “You what?”

Bilbo said nothing. He wasn’t sure if he was ashamed or embarrassed, but whatever it was, it didn’t feel good.

“You made a deal with Our Lady of the Shire to, to what? Watch over Erebor and it’s king?” His eyes were wide. Frodo couldn’t place the feelings inside himself. He was shocked, to be sure. But he was also, scared. Bewildered. Confused. “What’s coming that Erebor needs to be protected from?”

Bilbo’s tense face dropped to one of dumbfounded fear. He’d never though to wonder that.

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Excerpt from the new chapter I just posted

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lostkidmustnotdie · 30 days

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This may be one of the most humiliating things ive ever put on the internet but at this point what the fuck. Lotr fans does anyone have any good fic recs that arent like hella cringe (ie bad writing/rly corny)? I read in all the ways there were and loved it so if anyone knows like any similar ones to this or just other good ones hmu.

#frodo baggins #lord of the rings #lotr #samwise gamgee #the fellowship of the ring #legolas #gimli #lotr fic #lotr headcanons

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rauko-creates · 8 months

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Artist: @kerkusa

Author: @rauko-creates

Beta Reader: @petrichoravellichor

Link to Art | Link to Fic

Fic Info:

Title: With You, Here After the End Word Count: 17k Rating: Teen & Up Relationships: Frodo/Sam/Rose, Minor Gandalf/Círdan Characters: Sam Gamgee, Frodo Baggins, Rosie Cotton, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Tom Cotton (the elder), Lily Brown Cotton, Gandalf, Bilbo Baggins, Galadriel, Círdan Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Canon Universe, Canon Divergent, Polyamory, Fix-It, the hobbits have PTSD Summary: Sam and Frodo return to the Shire; they've survived (though not unscathed), and now Sam is faced with a dilemma: He loves Rosie, always has, and that remains true...but it is no longer the whole truth — he loves Frodo, too. Meanwhile, along with the trauma from their quest, Frodo grapples with his own feelings for Sam and his growing affection for Rose, while doing his best to stay out of their way for what he thinks is their sake. Rose knows that they're all better together and is doing her best to make Sam and Frodo see it, too, before it's too late.

I am so grateful to have been able to work with @kerkusa in this round of the @tolkienrsb. Could not have asked for a better partner. Massive thanks to the Mods for being ever awesome and to Petra for being ever patient and amazing 💚

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lordoftherazzles · 7 months

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“It’s hard to believe he’s a year old,” Bilbo sighed, one arm hooking through one of Thorin’s, and a hand reaching out to wiggle at one of Frodo’s feet, helping to contribute to the reason for the dwobbit’s giggles. “It feels like just yesterday that Frodo came into our lives.”

And what an adventure that had been.

An adventure that had started with the innocent intention of simply planting that acorn that Bilbo had held onto all this time. Only when the ground was fertile and recovered from the battle a few years prior had he felt that the little seed would thrive. To grow strong into a big protective oak to watch over Erebor, much like the king himself. And after having planted that seed together hand in hand and atop a pile of dirt, Yavanna had been gracious.

The acorn had sprouted, and as months went by, that little sprout was tended to with all the love that a parent might give their child, whether it was Thorin or Bilbo, it never went without proper watering or even just company. And over time, the gift of that acorn was far more than that of a tree beginning to take root - but a blessing that Bilbo didn’t think was meant for him or Thorin.

(An excerpt from Concerning Dwobbits, by lordoftherazzles🍃)

#bagginshield #bilbo baggins #frodo baggins #thorin oakenshield #parentshield #hobbit fic #bagginshield fic #happy hobbit day!#i didn't get to write anything this year #but last year's little fic still makes me SO HAPPY #dwobbit frodo

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emyn-arnens · 4 months

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On These Hither Shores

Prompt: Friendship for @lotr20

Summary: As the Fellowship travels south, Frodo and Boromir speak of their homes and families and come to understand one another, for a time.

Rating: G

Word Count: 3.2k

The night was silent apart from the footfalls of the Fellowship as they followed the path Aragorn marked for them in the dark. A grim mood had fallen over the Fellowship, worsened by the endless icy blasts of wind from the east that poked their cold fingers down collars and up sleeves and about one’s ears.

Frodo stumbled forward in grim determination, his eyes fixed on Gimli’s axe as the dwarf stumped heavily ahead of him, huffing and stomping his feet with more vigor than was necessary. Even Pippin, walking ahead of Gimli with Sam and Bill, had become uncharacteristically quiet, apparently seeming to sense that now was not the time for meaningless chatter or song. Merry, walking at the front, had long since stopped asking Aragorn questions about the land they travelled through, and Gandalf, following behind them, grumbled at anyone who looked in his direction, his bushy brows furrowed into a stormy line.

Only Boromir and Legolas, silently bringing up the rear, seemed unaffected. Frodo supposed the Man was used to long, bleak marches and had conditioned himself to not fall into a black mood at every unfavorable turn of the weather. The Elf, he supposed, felt little of the cold.

Frodo stumbled again and squinted at the ground. Though the land they walked through was barren and dreary, its slopes were rough and uneven, and many thorn-bushes littered the ground besides, snagging upon the soles of the hobbits’ feet and catching at the Big Folk’s boots. The bushes were the cause of much grumbling, after the biting wind.

Read the rest on AO3.

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verchielmarch · 1 year

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Happy first day of sapphic samfrodo week yall! :) Here's Frodo giving Sam a vase full of flowers :)

#samfro #samfrodo #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #lotr #my art #sapphicsamfrodoweek #i hope there will be more folks participating! itll mostly be fic honestly!

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frodothefair · 28 days

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꧁ Chapter 24 - Safe Harbor ꧂

READ ON AO3┃READ FROM THE BEGINNING

SUMMARY : Frodo comes back from the war, and finds love and healing with Sam’s sweet younger sister. (J.R.R. Tolkien meets Jane Austen.)

CHAPTER SUMMARY : Frodo and Marigold reunite the morning after becoming a couple. Afterwards, Sam pays them a visit, and wrestles with his own feelings. Frodo and Sam then decide to tell Marigold the whole truth about Frodo’s stabbing by Shelob.

PAIRING : Frodo/Marigold Gamgee (Sam’s sister in canon), Frodo/Sam (secondary) GENRES : hurt/comfort, sickfic, whump, angst, slow burn romance, slice of life WARNINGS : PTSD; at certain points, things get intimate 💚 RATING : M┃WORD COUNT : 11 k chapter, 133 k total A/N: Wow, this chapter crossed the 10K mark before I knew it! In one of the scenes, things do get intimate, and the more detailed parts are marked by asterisks ***, as well as summarized in the footnotes.

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She and Frodo looked at one another, and there seemed to be no space between them. They saw each other more clearly and more distinctly then before – than even the prior night, when there had barely been a stitch of clothing between them.

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its-still-atlass · 7 months

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“ He'd heard whispers of the wonders of Gentlefolk cooking. Many claimed that once you had tried it, any dish they tried from the other races tasted plain and bland in comparison. Thorin at the time had been skeptical, over his many years, and before Erebor's fall, the dwarf had the honour of trying many dishes of different cultures and knew that true delicacies were hard to find. How bewitching could the food of humble creatures truly be? While, yes indeed, he had had many dinners made by Bilbo on the road, finding that food was carefully scrounged together with what scant resources they had available in their packs or alongside their path to be satisfying in their own right. Now, however, he knew. He could now understand why the company would still reminisce each time it was the hobbit's turn to cook—as he often gave Bombur nights of reprieve—about Bilbo's impromptu feast that he had the misfortune of missing.

"Oh my God, Bilbo." He breathed, hastily shovelling another forkful into his mouth. ”

"Make It Out, Chapter Three: Small Miracles in Bag End" by Atlass (me!) is now live on Ao3

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thewulf · 1 month

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Veiled Allegiance || Aragorn

Summary: Request: I was wondering if I could request an Aragorn x reader where the fellowship is already on their quest and maybe the reader is a ranger or just a good fighter but maybe she saves Aragorn’s life and he asks her to join them... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahhh loved writing this one! Thank you so much for the request. As always, please keep them coming!

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.5k +

TW: General LOTR triggers, anxiety, orcs, bows, knives, killing creatures

The forest whispered secrets to those who dared to listen, its ancient boughs swaying in a silent dance with the wind. Among the shadows, you moved with the grace of a predator, your cloak melding seamlessly with the darkness that coated the land. You were a Ranger of Ithilien, a ghost in the night, your past veiled in mystery and your purpose known only to yourself.

It was amidst the tangled undergrowth of the woods that you stumbled upon them; a ragtag group of travelers bound by a common purpose. The Fellowship, they called themselves, their faces etched with determination and the weight of their quest heavy upon their shoulders. And yet, amidst the weariness and uncertainty, there burned a flicker of hope, a flame that refused to be extinguished. You followed and listened to the nine males walking towards their sure death, so you learned. Who in their right mind would travel to the dark with such determination?

At first, you observed from the shadows, your keen eyes taking in every detail, every nuance of their interactions. You watched as they argued and laughed, their friendship a testament to the bonds that bound them together. And though you remained on the periphery, a silent observer in a world not your own, a part of you longed for the connection they shared.

It was on a fateful night, beneath the shadow of darkness, that your paths would intersect in unexpected ways. The Fellowship found themselves beset by enemies; their camp surrounded by creatures hungry for blood. With blades drawn and hearts pounding, they prepared to face their assailants, unaware of the silent watcher in their midst.

As arrows flew and steel clashed in the night, you swiftly engaged, a lethal force amidst the chaos. Closer to the heart of battle with each fallen foe, your presence epitomized death's fury. Amidst the aftermath, you stood amidst carnage, your cloak stained by enemy blood.

Silence fell heavy, punctuated only by fallen breaths, before the Fellowship turned to you, eyes filled with gratitude and wonder. Bonds formed, destinies entwined, as you found your place among them amidst the battle's ruins.

"You have proven yourself a true ally this night," he said, his voice carrying the weight of authority and respect. "Will you join us on our journey?" For he knew the value of having another person skilled in battle would be for the Fellowship.

His words hung in the air, heavy with significance. You met his gaze, your own eyes searching his for any hint of deception or ulterior motive. But all you found was sincerity, a genuine desire for your companionship on their quest.

For a moment, the weight of his request bore down upon you, the magnitude of the decision looming large in your mind. You had spent so long walking the path of solitude, guarding your heart against the pain of betrayal and loss. To join the Fellowship was to forsake the shadows that had been your home for so long, to step into the light and embrace the bonds of friendship and camaraderie.

But as you looked upon the faces of your newfound acquaintances, their expressions filled with hope and trust, you knew that your journey lay not in solitude, but in the company of kindred spirits. With a nod, you accepted Aragorn's offer, your voice steady as you spoke your oath of allegiance.

"I will join you," you said, your words a solemn vow. "Together, we will face whatever trials lie ahead, united in purpose and bound by the ties that bind us."

And as the Fellowship gathered around you, their voices raised in a chorus of affirmation, you felt a sense of belonging wash over you, a feeling long forgotten amidst the shadows of the past. For in that moment, amidst the ruins of battle, you had found not just allies, but friends—companions on a journey that would test the limits of courage and compassion, and forge bonds stronger than steel.

As the days turned to nights and the Fellowship journeyed ever onward towards their destiny, you found yourself gradually forging connections with each member, your bond with them growing stronger with every shared hardship and triumph.

With Legolas, it was amidst the tranquil beauty of the forests that you found common ground. As fellow guardians of the natural world, you shared a deep appreciation for the wonders of the wilderness, your spirits entwined with the song of the trees and the whisper of the wind. Together, you roamed the woodlands, your laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves as you regaled each other with tales of your travels.

Gimli, though gruff and stubborn at first, soon warmed to your presence, his respect for your prowess in battle matched only by his loyalty to his companions. Through shared trials and triumphs, you earned his trust, your determination and courage earning his admiration. And though your banter was often filled with jests and barbs, beneath the surface lay a bond forged in the fires of battle, unbreakable and true.

With Frodo and Sam, it was a connection born of shared burdens and the weight of destiny. As guardians of the Ring, they bore a heavy burden, their hearts weighed down by the knowledge of the perilous quest that lay before them. Yet, despite the darkness that threatened to consume them, there burned a flicker of hope—a hope that you found yourself drawn to like a moth to a flame

The connection you forged with Gandalf was one steeped in wisdom and guidance. As the Fellowship's guide and mentor, he possessed a wealth of knowledge that proved invaluable on their perilous journey. From the depths of Moria to the towering peaks of Caradhras, Gandalf's wisdom and foresight guided the Fellowship through the darkest of times.

With Merry and Pippin, it was your kindness and compassion that endeared you to them, your willingness to lend a helping hand in times of need earning their undying gratitude. Together, you shared in their mischief and their merriment, your laughter echoing through the halls of Moria and the fields of Rohan alike. And though their innocence sometimes tested your patience, their unwavering loyalty and steadfast friendship were a constant source of comfort in the darkest of times.

Boromir, though burdened by the weight of his own fears and doubts, found solace in your steadfastness and determination. In your presence, he saw a kindred spirit—a warrior forged in the crucible of adversity, yet unbroken and unbowed. Together, you stood against the tide of darkness, your courage inspiring him to rise above his own limitations and fight for the greater good.

With Aragorn, the bond that blossomed between you was one of mutual respect and shared determination. From the moment you saved their lives in the heat of battle, a bond was forged, strengthened by the trials and tribulations of the journey ahead.

As a fellow Ranger, Aragorn understood the weight of duty and the burden of leadership, and in you, he found a kindred spirit—a warrior forged in the crucible of adversity, your resolve unyielding in the face of danger.

Together, you stood at the forefront of the Fellowship, your skills in battle complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses. In Aragorn's steadfast leadership and unwavering courage, you found inspiration, his presence a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.

But it was not just on the battlefield that your bond deepened. In the quiet moments shared around the campfire, you listened as Aragorn spoke of his past and his struggles, his voice tinged with the weight of responsibility that lay upon his shoulders. And in those moments, you offered words of wisdom and encouragement, your own experiences serving as a guiding light in the darkness.

Yet, it was not just Aragorn's strength that drew you to him, but also his compassion and empathy. In the face of adversity, he remained steadfast in his commitment to protecting those under his care, his heart a wellspring of kindness and understanding.

And as the Fellowship pressed on towards their destiny, you found solace in the quiet moments shared with Aragorn, his friendship a source of strength and inspiration. For in the heart of darkness, even the smallest gestures of kindness can illuminate the path forward, forging bonds that transcend the boundaries of time and space.

You and the Fellowship journeyed onward towards the treacherous lands of Mordor, each step a reminder of the perils that lay ahead. It was amidst this backdrop of uncertainty that the gnarled creature, a servant of the dark lord Sauron, lunged at Aragorn as he led the group, its claws poised to strike. In a heartbeat, you interceded, your instincts guiding your blade to block the blow meant for him. The impact sent shockwaves of pain coursing through your body as you staggered back, blood seeping from the wound at your side.

Aragorn's eyes widened in disbelief as he reached out to steady you, his voice laced with concern. "Are you alright?"

You offered him a grim smile, trying to downplay the severity of your injury. "Just a scratch."

But Aragorn would not be dissuaded, his gaze lingering on the blood staining your cloak. "You saved my life," he murmured, his gratitude evident. "I owe you a debt I cannot repay."

With a weary sigh, you shook your head, attempting to deflect his gratitude. "There is no debt between comrades in arms."

Legolas and Aragorn took it upon themselves to tend to your deep wound, their skilled hands gentle yet firm as they cleaned and dressed the injury you had sustained. In their care, you found a measure of solace, their presence a soothing balm to the ache that lingered in your body and soul.

But it was not just the physical wounds that they sought to heal. With each passing day, they offered words of encouragement and support, their unwavering faith in your abilities serving as a reminder of the strength that lay within you. And in their company, you found yourself opening up, sharing the trauma of your past and the burdens you carried with a vulnerability you had long thought lost.

It was during one such moment of vulnerability that Aragorn's gaze fell upon the myriad of scars that marred your skin, his eyes widening in silent horror at the evidence of the pain you had endured. "Who did this to you?" he whispered; his voice thick with emotion.

For a moment, you hesitated, the memories of past betrayals and heartache threatening to overwhelm you. But then, with a steadying breath, you met his gaze, your voice raw with emotion. "There are shadows in my past that I would sooner forget," you admitted. "But perhaps, with time, I can learn to trust again."

Aragorn's expression softened; his eyes filled with understanding as he listened to your words. He reached out, his hand gently tracing the outline of one of the scars, a silent gesture of empathy and solidarity. "I cannot undo the pain of your past," he began, his voice gentle yet resolute, "but I swear to you, I will do everything in my power to ensure that no harm befalls you under my watch."

His words were like a soothing balm to your wounded soul, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had long clouded your heart. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you allowed yourself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, there was still light to be found in this world.

In the days that followed, Aragorn remained true to his word, his steadfast presence a pillar of strength and support. He watched over you with a quiet protectiveness, his keen eyes ever vigilant for any sign of danger or distress.

And as the Fellowship pressed on towards the heart of Mordor, you found yourself drawing closer to Aragorn, your walls slowly crumbling in the face of his unwavering kindness and compassion. With each passing day, the bond between you deepened, built through adversity, and tempered by the trials of the journey.

One evening, as the campfire crackled merrily and the stars twinkled overhead, you found yourself sitting beside Aragorn, your shoulders touching as you stared into the dancing flames. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with an unspoken understanding that transcended words.

Finally, Aragorn broke the silence, his voice soft as he spoke. "You have faced much hardship in your life, haven't you?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the fire.

You hesitated, the memories of past betrayals and heartache threatening to resurface. But then, with a sigh, you nodded. "Yes," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I have lived much of my life alone, guarding myself against the pain of letting others in."

Aragorn turned to look at you, his eyes filled with empathy and understanding. "I know what it is to carry the weight of past pain," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "But I also know that true strength lies not in solitude, but in the bonds we build with others."

His words struck a chord deep within you, resonating with a truth you had long denied. And as you looked into his eyes, you saw something there that mirrored your own pain—a vulnerability that he had long kept hidden beneath a mask of stoicism.

Something shifted between you, a silent acknowledgment of the shared scars that bound you together. And as the night wore on, you found yourself opening up to Aragorn in a way you had never thought possible, sharing your fears and insecurities with a vulnerability you had long thought lost.

As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself gradually softening towards those around you, your heart thawing in the warmth of companionship and camaraderie. And though the road ahead was still fraught with danger and uncertainty, you knew that as long as Aragorn walked beside you, you would find the courage to face whatever challenges awaited you and emerge stronger in the end.

For in the heart of darkness, even the most jaded souls can find redemption in the light of love and friendship, their scars transformed into badges of honor by the steadfast kindness of those who refuse to give up on them.

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frodo-cinnamonroll · 11 months

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Staying Close

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Plot/prompt: Prompt 1-3: Y/N is a member of the Fellowship of the Ring. During the journey up Caradhras (one of the Mountains of Moria), one of the hobbits (your choice) is really struggling with the cold. He starts showing signs of hypothermia and Y/N has to help him (possibly with snuggles?) Requested by @almost-gabrielle with Frodo as the main hobbit.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: quite fluffy, hypothermia and its symptoms

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It looked bad. Very bad. It looked like the impersonation of wrath, not as fire, but as ice. The stinging flakes of snow swirled and writhed madly in the merciless wind whose piercing shrieks filled my ears. It seemed that was all I could hear. Nearly every part of me felt numb and the icy talons of the storm clawed at me furiously. I was shivering uncontrollably but I kept on.

Not far away in front of me was a bluish shape of Aragorn’s figure and two hobbits. He was carrying—or attempting to carry—them above the chest-high snow that was only growing taller. I felt like I was going nowhere and quickly losing energy.

How much farther? My mind kept saying. How much farther?

My heart ached for warmth, even a small fire or a single dry blanket. But I had none of those things, so I kept going along. Aragorn and Boromir were shouting at Gandalf over the wind, but I could only hear snippets of what they were saying.

Out of nowhere, there was a sudden crack! of lightning and a bunch of large rocks came hurtling down the mountain right at us. We all leaned up against the mountain and were barely missed by the tumult.

I felt a hopelessness rising in me of fear that we would never make it out alive. Tears froze on my face as I looked to the front of our line.

"There's a fell voice in the air," Legolas said, peering into the blizzard.

Gandalf shouted, “It's Sauraman!”

I looked up and saw a mountain of snow falling directly towards us. In an instant, what felt like miles of snow landed on top of me and I was surrounded by white. The air around me had vanished and I felt I couldn’t move. I felt helpless. I was trapped.

“No,” I cried. “No. Help! Help me!” But my calls were muffled and my lungs burned.

Then my thoughts turned from me and to Frodo and the other hobbits. How would they survive? A sudden flame was lit within me and I pushed with all my might, struggling to breathe. And there it was! I felt the whipping wind lashing against my hand. It took me a moment to get my grip, but when I did I finally heaved myself out, and, to my relief, saw that the others had done the same. My breaths were gasps and I was even colder, but I was alive.

I looked at Frodo. He seemed even colder than I felt.

“We must get off the mountain!” Boromir shouted. “Make for the Gap of Rohan and make our way down the West Road to my city.”

“The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!” Aragorn said.

“If we cannot go over the mountain,” Gimli said now, “then let us go under it! Let us go through the Mines of Moria.”

“Let the Ring-bearer decide,” Gandalf said so quietly I could barely hear it over the storm.

Frodo looked up and glanced at me, then Sam.

“We cannot stay here!” Boromir shouted. “This will be the death of the hobbits!”

“Frodo,” Gandalf said.

Frodo looked worried and said, “We will go through the Mines.”

“So be it,” Gandalf said.

Everyone turned around with some difficulty and we began our trek back down Caradhras. The snow was quite deep, and I was hardly able to move through it. Legolas led the way and Boromir managed to push his way past and dug through the snow with Merry and Pippin. Aragorn followed, carrying Sam and Frodo. I followed next and Gimli and Gandalf behind me with Bill the Pony in tow.

After what seemed like hours with the snow hardly letting up, the wind began to die down more and the snow became less deep. Finally, we reached a rocky spot where the snow was quite shallow. There was a shallow cave in the mountain not far ahead to our right. Aragorn and Boromir set the hobbits down and we all paused. I peeked over the edge of the mountain then stepped back quickly, regretting it. The hobbits said nothing and they seemed very tired.

“I think it would be best if we took a rest,” Aragorn said. “Night is falling upon us fast and we won’t be able to see much longer.”

Gandalf nodded and without a word we all made for the cave, our feet dragging. Frodo was in front of me and he was shivering hard. I put a hand on his back and he smiled up at me to the best of his ability. He seemed exhausted and all of the sudden he slipped, landing in the snow. I quickly was at his side and helped him up. He struggled to stand, his eyes heavy. His skin was about as cold as the snow itself.

“You’re freezing,” I said, kneeling and looking in his eyes.

“I . . . I,” Frodo started. “I can’t f-feel . . . I can’t . . . I’m so cold . . .”

I felt a panic rise within me as Frodo swayed where he stood. I didn’t wait and picked him up, carrying him the rest of the short distance. I felt hardly any warmth from Frodo. Gimli started a small fire with the little wood we had packed on Bill. Everyone gathered around and I set Frodo as near to it as I dared. Aragorn looked concerned as he watched. He knelt and placed a hand on Frodo’s forehead.

“He’s cold,” he said, his voice reflecting the worry I felt. “Too cold.”

“He’s freezing,” I said, my voice wavering. I began to unfasten the cloak I wore but Aragorn stopped me.

“You need warmth as well,” he unfastened his cloak instead and wrapped Frodo in it. He then went and grabbed some food where Sam was unpacking it.

“I’m alright . . . I can . . . can,” Frodo said.

“No you are not,” I said. “Listen, I need you to stay as warm as possible. Let me help you.”

Frodo looked at me and nodded. “Thank you,” he managed to say.

His eyes were heavy and they were slowly closing. I could feel a slight warmth now. I sat back against the stony wall, holding Frodo close. It wasn’t long before Frodo’s head drooped on my shoulder and he relaxed, but was still shivering a little. I looked down at him, a small smile on my face. Very very gently I laid my hand on his head and ran my fingers through his damp hair. Ever so slowly he was growing warmer. Relief swept over me as I watched his sleeping form bundled up in the cloak.

Night fell quickly and I could see nothing beyond what the fire illuminated. Everyone was keeping near the fire. Gimli began to tell stories of Moria and its glory in the days long past. Boromir would interject every now and then and tell tales of Gondor. Sam came over and sat down next to me, looking at Frodo.

“How is he, Y/N?” he whispered.

“Alright,” I said. “He’s warmer now.”

Sam nodded. “Thank you for taking care of him.”

“I don’t know what I would do otherwise.”

Time passed, and I could see the foggy light of the moon weakly shining through the snow clouds, but only barely. Merry and Pippin were both asleep now and Gimli was starting to nod off.

Frodo shifted in my arms and his eyes opened. He rubbed them and stretched groggily.

“What is the time?” he whispered as Sam got up to get him some food.

“I cannot say,” I said, brushing the hair from his eyes. “How do you feel?”

Frodo yawned and sat up, still sitting close. “Better, much better.” He looked up at me with those precious eyes of his and my heart skipped a beat. “Thank you,” he said. “For everything.”

I smiled. “I’m glad I could help.”

“You didn’t have to,” Frodo said, a slight tone of guilt in his voice.

“I wanted to. I want to.”

Frodo was about to say something but to his surprise and my own I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his soft lips. Frodo blinked multiple times, staring blankly as his face turned red. He looked down.

“I—I’m so sorry!” I whispered, feeling terrible. “I don’t know what happened. I just—”

All of the sudden a warmth filled me as Frodo now kissed me back. Then we both sat back blushing furiously but smiling at each other.

“Thank you,” Frodo said. And he smiled broader.

“I . . . Thank you. I now see that trudging through the snow on the side of a perilous mountain was worth it,” I said. “Either way it would have been.”

“I second.”

“Your dinner, Mr. Frodo,” Sam said, a grin on his face. Frodo blushed again and took the food. “I’m going to bed . . . lovebirds.”

Frodo opened his mouth and closed it. He looked at me and I giggled. Frodo wrapped us in the cloak and we held each other. We were quite cozy and despite the weather and danger of the journey, I felt happier than I had ever been.

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-ˏˋ 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐟𝐭. 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬.

✧ ˖ ° in other words, the little things he does that make your heart flutter. includes mostly fluff and some angst. posted april 1, edited april 20.

⋆ ˚ ✦ a/n - first time writing for lotr (also requests are open)!!! i just watched the movies, and i love them!!! frodo and pippin have my heart!

Most of the time, Frodo just wants to feel your touch, eager to feel any semblance of a former life. He often keeps his hands busy, fiddling with the ring in his pocket or biting on his fingernails. Frodo loves having your hand in his, with it being a constant reassurance that everything will be alright.

Moreover, Frodo likes when you play with his hair. Whenever the two of you have a moment to rest, you often find yourself braiding his curly locks and daydreaming out loud. He tells you stories Bilbo told him as a child (more specifically, the reclaiming of Erebor, with the omission of Bilbo’s wildly exaggerated details) while you languidly twirl his hair around your finger, enjoying one of the few and rare moments of tranquility.

The other hobbits relentlessly tease Frodo about his profound admiration towards you. Frodo talks about you to anyone willing to listen (usually Samwise Gamgee) and rambles about you in journals. While Merry playfully teases Frodo for his lovesick ramblings, Sam thinks they’re romantic.

Whenever you and Frodo have a moment to rest, he finds solace in your company, content with simple silence. Above all else, Frodo simply enjoys your presence; the thought of you alone soothes him and puts his mind at ease.

Most nights end with being in each other’s arms, huddled against him for warmth, as he lulls you to sleep with a Hobbit lullaby from his childhood. It’s difficult to sleep on a bed of rocks and without soft sheets, but there’s some comfort found in Frodo’s words. However, not all nights are as serene and quiet; there are nights you and Frodo remain restless and converse for hours, reminiscing about better times. Yet, no matter how melancholy you may be, those nights always end in the same way: Frodo peppering kisses all over your cheeks and whispers of I love you.

With each step toward Mordor, memories of the Shire grow fainter. As a ringbearer, the stark possibility of death looms over his mind, haunting him as a nightmare does to one in slumber. To him, it’s inevitable. In return, he never passes up the opportunity to express his admiration, realizing that every moment with you might be his last.

Frodo knows you better than you know yourself. The hobbit is a great listener; he memorizes the little and nonsensical things like your favorite flower, food, and color.

He’s also attentive and catches on to your emotions quickly. If you’re feeling downhearted, Frodo will lend his ears and listen, helping to quell the unease inside you.

Despite the circumstances, you always bring a smile to Frodo’s face. Your companionship makes Frodo easily forget about the ring around his neck and the horrors you’ve faced since the departure from Bag End. In his eyes, you’re a gift from the heavens, and he’s forever grateful that you’ve chosen to stay by his side.

#🌱 - fics #frodo x reader #frodo baggins x reader #lotr x reader #lord of the rings x reader #frodo x you #frodo baggins x you #lotr x you #lord of the rings x you

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