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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years

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Theoden’s Speech at Orthanc

“The Voice of Saruman” is a fairly straightforward chapter and I have little to say about it, but BOY do I have thoughts on this speech, so let’s go.

Tolkien is very clear that there is sorcery in Saruman’s words. He uses them to charm whoever to whom he is speaking. It looks like he can “focus” it on one person at a time, thought it looks like it has a residual effect on the peanut gallery nearby.

Almost immediately, as soon as he comes to the balcony, Saruman zeroes in on the two people he recognizes. Gandalf he dismisses out of hand; “I know him too well,” he says, “to think he seeks help or counsel here”.

So instead, he sets his targets on Theoden. Saruman heaps praise on him: calling him “worthy son of Thengel the Thrice-renowned”, “mightiest king in these western lands”, carrying “the fair countenance of the House of Eorl”. He subtly suggests that the whole war was the fault of Rohan: “You’ve done me a grievous hurt, alas, but look! I am gracious! I am willing to forgive. You are in grave peril, Theoden, and I can help you! I am the only one who can help you.”

Theoden, with some difficulty, stays quiet. I get the sense that he’s afraid to speak, in case Saruman’s sorcery changes his words mid-sentence and he’ll say something he regrets.

The first person to butt in is someone to whom Saruman hadn’t been paying any attention at all: Gimli! Without Saruman’s power focused on him, Gimli has all freedom to grab his axe and drop a hot diss track that throws even Saruman for a loop for a second. But then the wizard cranks up his enchantment on Gimli. “Noble dwarf, far from home, these are matters that don’t concern you,” he says. “Please, let me speak to the King of Rohan.”

So he tries again. Again, Theoden stays silent. Who butts in next? Eomer!

Now Saruman is getting hissy. The peanut gallery keeps interrupting his attempts to get the King of Rohan back under his spell. He snaps at Eomer, calling him a “young serpent”, before laying the enchantment thicker on him as well.

(A thought I just had while I was writing this: is it possible that Saruman’s powers of persuasion is a limited resource, and—just like pouring into multiple cups from the same pitcher—the more people he has to enchant, the less each individual person gets? This might explain Theoden’s later statement, “your voice has lost its charm”; the very fact that Gimli and Eomer were there, spitting facts and having to be silenced, lessened the strength of Saruman’s enchantment on Theoden and made it possible for him to fight back.

You could probably take it as a metaphor for surrounding yourself with good advice as a defense against evil temptations. It’s sort of a continuation of that “power of words” theme that we saw when Gandalf healed Theoden.

I could be completely off base about this—later on, we see Saruman pull out all the stops in an attempt to enchant Gandalf, thoroughly enthralling the peanut gallery in the process, and I don’t know if that’s evidence for or against my theory—but it’s an interesting thing to think about.)

And then—and then, we get to the crux of it.

Boy, this stuff makes my head hurt. You see this, right? You see what he’s doing? This is like two days after the Battle of Helm’s Deep, when all the people of Westfold fled into the caves to outrun an army of tens of thousands of orcs that are burning their homeland and killing everyone they find alive, and Saruman has the gall to imply that he never wanted to hurt poor Rohan, noooo, can’t you see that you little horse-people have forced my hand? I’m just looking out for what’s best for you! Can’t we be friends, Theoden, ol’ buddy ol’ pal ol’ chum? Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, get the heck out.

If Saruman was ever gonna double up his enchantment on Theoden, this is the time. He’s already had two distractions. (If my theory is right, his magic batteries are also spread too thin and running low.) If he’s gonna get the King of the Horse-People back into his thrall, he’s gotta do it now, and he’s gotta do it fast.

And then, Theoden says this.

“We will have peace.”

“YAY!” cry all the Riders in the peanut gallery who are under Saruman’s spell. “YAY!” cry the warriors of Rohan, who lived and fought and watched their brothers in arms die against Saruman’s forces. “YAY!” cry the people of Rohan, the people that Theoden leads and loves, the people for whom he wishes nothing but happiness and peace but who have been thrust into misery and war.

But he holds up his hand. They misunderstood him.

“We will have peace, when you and all your works have perished—and the works of your dark master to whom you would deliver us.”

I see Theoden’s resolve here as a rock teetering on the top of a hill. One nudge, and it will go down one way or the other. Even as Theoden says this, he’s giving himself that nudge, reciting to himself the plain, harsh truth: that Saruman is the enemy, that he’s working for The Enemy, and that friendship with a traitor is the way of destruction.

And with that nudge, the rock starts rolling, and he begins to pick up speed.

“You are a liar, Saruman, and a corrupter of men’s hearts. You hold out your hand to me, and I perceive only a finger of the claw of Mordor.

“Cruel and cold! Even if your war on me was just—as it was not—”

I just want to take a second and point out this line. Saruman’s whole schtick was to manipulate Theoden into thinking that somehow, the whole war was Rohan’s fault. This is Theoden’s answer. He is having none of it. Take your gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss somewhere else and shove it up your—

“For were you ten times as wise you would have no right to rule me and mine for your profit as you desired—even so, what will you say of your torches in Westfold and the children that lie dead there? And they hewed Hama’s body before the gates of the Hornburg, after he was dead.”

You know when you’re mad and you wanna make yourself madder? That’s what Theoden is doing. He’s pulling on the worst memories he has of how Saruman’s orcs mistreated his people to fire himself up again. But more than that, he’s spitting facts, shoving reality in Saruman’s face that even his sorcery won’t be able to deny.

“You want to talk to me about peace? You burned my kingdom! You killed children! You hacked up my captain’s body after he was dead just for sport! I’ve seen all of these things with my own eyes, the blood of my kinsmen senselessly spilled on the ground and trampled into the earth, and you want to talk to me about peace?!”

“When you hang from a gibbet at your window for the sport of your own crows, I will have peace with you and Orthanc.”

This line is fantastic. That is all. It is no surprise to me that this made it into the movie, nor that I can only imagine Bernard Hill’s jowl-shaking growl of “gibbet” every time I read this line. It is graphic, it is poignant, it is straight to the point.

“I will have peace with you when you hang dead from a noose and the birds peck your flesh like a piñata.” How’s that for diplomacy?

“So much for the House of Eorl. A lesser son of greater sires am I, but I do not need to lick your fingers. Turn elsewhither.”

My word do I love this. Theoden one-shots Saruman’s appeal to pride with an appeal to humility. He doesn’t give in to arrogance. He doesn’t say, “Yes, I will defeat you because I’m just that awesome!”

He says, “I am no one great, and I wish this burden belonged to anyone more capable, but the responsibility of keeping this people safe has fallen to me—and as long as I live, I will not make them slaves of the likes of you. I am not your slave. I am not your dog. Neither are these people. Try again.”

(If that sounds familiar, that’s because it’s basically Frodo’s mantra against Sauron. This is a recurring theme.)

And finally, the mic drop:

“But I fear your voice has lost its charm.”

The fact that this leaves Saruman SEETHING IN RAGE is just beautiful to me. It’s like that part in Captain America: The First Avenger where Red Skull is like “what makes you so special?” and Steve says, “nothing; I’m just a kid from Brooklyn” and Red Skull flips out and hits him in the face. Evil cannot comprehend humility. Evil must always justify itself. Evil always tells itself it is the best, the greatest, the wisest, and the smartest, and that’s why it deserves the power it’ll tear up the world to get. Goodness says a simple, “no”, and it drives Evil INSANE.

Saruman turns to Gandalf after this, and that’s all well and good, but I’m much more enchanted with Theoden’s response. Theoden, who—as far as we know—has no magical power of his own to combat a wizard’s sorcery, manages to escape the mind control and deliver a searing diss track so white-hot that it throws the wizard himself into a temper tantrum for half a page, all by the power of his own humility and integrity. Theoden is the GOAT and the fact that he doesn’t believe he is only makes him more deserving of it.

ALL HAIL THE HORSE KING!

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middleearthpixie · 2 years

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More Than Meets the Eye ~ Chapter Twenty-Eight

A/N: The sometimes-elusive two-fer - enjoy!

Summary: An emergency pulls Thorin out of bed at the crack of dawn and later, Elen helps Arielle ready for the engagement celebration Dis has planned for her and Thorin.

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield/Arielle (Elen) Farran (female OC)

Characters: Arielle, Thorin, Elen, Narnerra, Gimli,

Rating: T

Warnings: None—mostly fluff

Word Count: 4,023

Khuzdal Translation: mimûn - little one (m)

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If falling asleep in Thorin’s arms was the perfect way to drift off, then its bookend would be being woken by a string of gentle kisses along her shoulder and up the back of her neck.

Unfortunately, that was not how she woke the next morning. Instead, it was by a thunderous pounding on the door and voice yelling, “Your Highness! Emergency! You need to come at once!”

“What the deuce?” Thorin muttered, burrowing out from beneath the quilts to squint at the doorway leading to the living room.

“Your Highness! Please, you need to come at once!”

“Thorin?” Arielle popped up as he lurched from the bed.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he muttered, reaching for the trousers he’d shed last eve and left hanging over the arm of the chair near the hearth, and the henley as well. The banging started as he was tugging on his boots, and his voice rang out like a deep bell as he hollered, “I’m coming!”

A quick kiss and he was gone, and she sank back into the pillows, rubbing one eye as she fought to shake the sleep from her body. It was a losing battle at first, as her eyes refused to stay open, and she dozed for a few minutes. But then, she jolted awake as if someone shouted her name in her ear and sat up.

With a stretch and a yawn, she then moved to the edge of the bed and eased from it. While the bed in her flat was comfortable enough, it was nothing compared to what sleeping in the king’s bed was like, for being in Thorin’s bed was akin to stretching out on a cloud. At least, it was how she imagined stretching out on a cloud would feel.

She padded into the bathing chamber and ran the water until it was hot enough, then put the stopper in to let the tub fill. By the time her bath was ready, Thorin still had yet to return, and she hoped whatever it was, it wasn’t too terrible.

She sank into the hot water with a low sigh, reclining against the warm side. Wisps of steam curled away from the shimmering surface and she couldn’t help but think back to the night she’d first bathed Thorin.

His head lolled forward now, his back buried beneath a layer of white foam. She tugged up her sleeves, stood and leaned to wash down along his spine. Fresh air. Sunshine. A hint of leather. Something else… oh, a very heady something else, teased her nose and for a moment, she had the maddening urge to lean in and press her lips against his nape.

The soap slipped from her hand to splash into the tub and they both jumped. Without thinking, she thrust her hand into the tub, only instead of grabbing the cake, she accidentally snagged a handful of his right cheek.

He shot up, sending water in all directions, dousing her in the process, as he growled, “What the deuce?”

Arielle tried to avert her gaze. She truly did. But, the last thing she expected was him to stand up so suddenly and when he did—

Oh, Mahal, help me.

She could laugh about it now, but at the time, she’d wanted to just melt into the floor. She wondered if he remembered it as well. Probably. She couldn’t imagine he’d forget his valet grabbing his butt cheek so easily.

The cake of soap sat on the tub’s side and she carefully picked it up and dunked it beneath the water, then went to work scrubbing. She washed her hair last, ducking beneath the surface to rinse and when she emerged, a low chuckle rolled her way, followed by an almost-purred, “Perfect timing.”

“Thorin?” She tried to open her eyes, but hadn’t rinsed away all of the suds. As they trickled into her eyes, they stung and burned.

“Easy, amrâlimê,” he replied with another laugh and a moment later, a deluge spilled over her, leaving her sputtering as he quickly said, “I might have used a bit too much.”

“Not if your intention was to drown me,” she sputtered, smiling as she swiped at her eyes and finally could open them without pain. She twisted to peer up at him. “Is everything all right?”

“It is now.” He crouched alongside the tub, reaching a hand over to trail his fingers thorough the water. “Tell me you just got in here.”

“No. I’m almost done, actually.”

He bent and tugged off his boots, stood and then, without warning, climbed into the tub with her to send water splashing in all directions. “Then I just made it.”

“What are—Thorin, you’re still dressed!”

“Not for much longer,” he growled, leaning in to capture her lips with his. And he was right. The moment their lips touched, she caught his shirt by its hem to tug up, and as he yanked it the rest of the way off, she popped the button on his trousers and wrestled to peel them from his thighs. A few minutes later, they lay in a wet heap on the floor, and she wrapped herself around him, and whispered, “Amrâlimê…”

“You need a valet to clean this mess up.”

A low rumble of laughter rolled beneath her ear. “I have a valet,” he replied, wrapping his wet arms about her, “but I think she’s a bit busy at the moment.”

Water lapped the sides of the tub as Thorin tugged her flush against his chest. She fit snugly between his legs, and with a sigh, let her eyes close as the soothingly hot water seeped into her. She peered at him over one shoulder, which was a mistake really, because there was something about the sight of a wet Thorin that made her melt on the inside. His hair slicked back, water beading his beard, silver droplets clinging to the hair spread evenly across his chest… he looked almost edible.

“So, what happened, that you were needed so urgently?”

A low sigh wafted over her left shoulder. “An accident down in the forges. Liquid metal can be dangerous and a few were not paying attention and… Well, they are under Narnerra’s care now and hopefully will be all right.”

“Oh, how awful. Who?”

“Kervin and Tol. I don’t think you know them.”

“No, I don’t. Were they seriously injured?”

He nodded. “Burned fairly badly. I’ll go and check on them later on this afternoon.”

She peered at him over her shoulder again. “May I come with you?”

He nodded. “Of course. They could use all of the good wishes they can get.”

She settled back against him once more. The tub was long enough for Thorin to stretch out, and wide enough for her to fit comfortably between his thick legs and there was no where else in Middle Earth she’d rather be than right there, with him. She had no idea how long they’d soaked for, but the water was still comfortably warm, so she was in no hurry to move at all.

“Do you remember the first time I bathed you?” she murmured, trailing her fingers along his right forearm, over a scar that ran across the solid muscle, old enough that it was now a silvery color.

“I’m fairly certain I will never forget it. You grabbed my ass.”

“It was an accident.”

“Of course it was.” He pressed a kiss into the back of her head.

She peered at him again. “It was and I was mortified. All I could think was, Elen would not have done this! And then you stood and… oh, Mahal, was it a sight.”

He laughed, giving her a squeeze. “At least you got something out of it. All I remember is you turning bright red.”

“I wanted to melt through the floor, I was so embarrassed. I’d never seen a naked man before and there you were, in all your naked, wet glory.”

“And now you may see one whenever you wish.”

“I know.” She grinned at him over her shoulder. “I rather like that.”

He sighed softly, and drew her closer still. “I bumped into Dis on my way up from the infirmary, and she informed me that there will be a celebration of our betrothal this evening.”

“Tonight?”

“Dis likes a party.”

“Dis?”

“Very well. I was fine with it because dwarves in general enjoy a party and we haven’t had all that much to celebrate, so if she wishes to celebrate you’re being mad enough to marry me, who am I to stop her?”

She traced her fingers along his forearm once more. “They all keep saying that. Perhaps I should re-think accepting your proposal.”

“Too late, amrâlimê. You’ve already said yes, and you have let me ruin you but good.”

Water sloshed as she shifted to face him. “Wait… you’ve ruined me? I’m fairly certain I’ve ruined you.”

“Oh, if you expect me to argue, you’re going to be disappointed.” He offered up a sly smile. “I rather enjoy being ruined by you, you know.”

“So, I suppose we’ve ruined one another, then, have we?”

“I think we are still ruining one another,” he replied. “And that is not a bad thing.”

She smiled as she slapped her hand against the water to send a shower over him. “It isn’t a bad thing at all.”

He splashed her back. “We should probably surface.”

“We? I’m not the king. I’m still a nobody, remember?”

He stood and she bit back a sigh at the sight of him. There would never be a time when this would not make her heart beat faster or her blood feel warmer and when she also stood, and saw how his eyes darkened to almost sapphire, she smiled.

****

“So, how was your first night here?” Arielle nudged Elen as they sat at the table at breakfast.

He rolled his eyes. “I know Mr. Oakenshield warned me not to wander, but I was starving, Ari.”

“Mr. Oakenshield? Tell me he did not say you had to call him that?”

“No. But it doesn’t seem right to call him Thorin, either. I don’t know him all that well.”

She gave him a long look. “He’s seen you in my dresses. I think it’s fine if you call him Thorin.” She shook her head. “So, you ignored his warning and went to find the kitchens, didn’t you?”

Elen nodded, a sheepish smile on his lips. “Guilty.”

“And where did you end up?”

“Some room with huge ovens and a golden floor.”

“The forges. They’re not ovens, El.”

“You’ve seen them?”

“You aren’t the only one to get lost around here.”

He smiled. “A relief. We’re both clods, then.”

“More or less.”

“It took me almost two hours to find my way back.” He glanced down at his plate. “It’s strange being here, Ari. I feel as if they are all staring at me.”

“That’s because they are all staring at you. And the staff is mad at me, so they’re probably mad at you by extension.”

“Mad at you? Whatever for?”

With a low sigh. Arielle said, “Because I was pretending to be you and while Thorin discovered it only a few days in, no one else had until this awful woman named Belle took it upon herself to out me to everyone. And now, they’re all mad at me because not only did I lie, but as Lono so kindly pointed out, I also found my way into Thorin’s bed.”

Elen winced. “Must you remind me?”

“Oh, please.” She scowled at him. “Need I remind you how you regaled me with your tales of a night spend rolling about with Lucinda Thomas?”

“Oh.” Elen’s cheeks went red. “That’s right. I did, didn’t I?”

“You did, yes.” She tapped her fingertips against the table. “So, you can listen to my speaking of sharing a bed with Thorin. And sometimes we do actually sleep, you know.”

Elen thrust his fingers into his ears. “I am not listening to this, Ari. Can’t hear you, lalalalala!”

She wadded up a linen napkin to throw at him. “You’re getting us looks, El. And I already get enough of those, you know.”

He smiled as he caught the napkin easily. “Well, we’ll get them together. And speaking of your king, where is he?”

“He was going down to the infirmary to check on two dwarves who were injured earlier this morning. He’ll be along when he’s finished. Did anyone tell you about the party?”

He offered up a long look. “You are the only one I know here. So, no. What party?”

“Thorin’s sister, Dis, wants to host a party to celebrate Thorin’s engagement to me. And I need your help because he’s only seen me like this—” she gestured to the mane of wild curls tumbling about her face—“with this shrub billowing in all directions. You need to make me look pretty, El.”

He let out a low whistle and shook his head. “I don’t know, Ari. That is a tall order.”

“Elen!”

“I’m teasing you,” he nudged her this time, then draped his arm about her shoulders, “and you know it. Have you seen the way he looks at you? You could actually have a shrub on your head and he’d still stare at you like a lovesick boy.”

“You’re insane. Thorin does not look at me that way.”

“Oh, but he does, big sister. You simply don’t see it, but I most definitely did. And last eve, when Alfryd opened his stupid mouth, I thought Thorin was going to knock his head clean from his shoulders. And truth be told, I rather wish he had.”

“I still think you’re mad.”

“Just you wait… at some point tonight, when he thinks you aren’t looking at him, he will just stare you, almost like he’s dazed, and I promise you, his expression suggests he cannot believe you are there with him.”

“That’s madness, El. He could have any woman he wishes.” She thought back to the conversation she and Thorin had as they walked along the street in Dale.

“I know exactly what I look like and it’s the same as all the other dwarves. And as for having any effect on them?” He glanced back at the two women, who still stared after them, then back at her. “It’s because I’m something foreign to them. Or because they know who I am, or they feel a bit rebellious in lusting after a dwarf. Either way, let them stare. I pay no attention to it… If I was to approach one of them, they would giggle and simper and try to flirt with me. And they’d boast to their friends about how the dwarf thought he was good enough for a daughter of Man and—”

He couldn’t truly think that, could he? He was handsome, and sexy, and playful (at times.) He was kind and thoughtful, put his people first, and was a king, after all. And yet…

“Trust me, Ari. He will look at you that way.” Elen nudged her once more. “Especially after I get finished with you.”

The infirmary buzzed with activity from the early morning accident and Thorin stood off to one side as he waited for Narnerra and her assistants to finish tending to Kervin and Tol, who were both there with serious burns to their arms and upper bodies.

“Mama?” A small boy with bright red hair and the beginnings of a red beard, poked his head into the waiting area.

“She is in with patients, Gimli,” Thorin replied, crouching to his level, “but she should be out in a moment.”

The boy looked up at him, his blue eyes wide. “Were you hurt in the accident this morning, Your Highness?”

“Me?” Thorin shook his head as he rose. “No. I wasn’t even near the forges. And,” he offered up a reassuring smile, “neither was your papa, so you needn’t worry about that.”

The relief that crossed Gimli’s face suggested he’d been very worried that his father, Glóin, had been injured and Thorin was glad he could put the boy’s mind at ease. Gimli stood there, in half in the doorway, peering about the door. “I’m hungry and Mama promised she’d take me to breakfast.”

“I was just going to look in on the others, but,” Thorin reached down and without thinking, scooped Gimli into his arms, “I can take you up to the Great Hall, if you’d like.”

Gimli’s already wide eyes went wider still. “Really?”

Thorin bobbed his head. “Of course.”

Narnerra came out then, wiping her hands on a bloodstained towel she then hastily hid behind her back. “Your Highness, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were out here.” Her gaze alit on her son. “Gimli, tell me you were not pestering King Thorin.”

“He’s doing no such thing,” Thorin assured her. “I was just coming to check on Kervin and Tol, and he was looking for you.”

“I’m hungry, Mama.”

“Well, you will have to wait a while, Gimli. I’m afraid I cannot leave just yet.”

“How do they fare?” Thorin asked.

She shook her head. “I think Kervin will lose the use of his right hand, I’m afraid. I won’t know more for another day or two, those.”

“And Tol?”

“He should make a full recovery, although there will be quite some scarring.”

“Mama?”

“I cannot leave yet, love, I’m sorry.”

“How about if I take him up to the Great Hall and sit with him while he has breakfast?” Thorin shifted Gimli to his left arm. The boy was small, but stout and far heavier than he looked.

“Oh, I do not wish to impose, Your Highness.”

“It is no imposition at all, Narnerra. I’m going up there myself anyway and I don’t mind.”

“Are you certain?”

“I am positive.”

Narnerra looked up at Gimli. “And would you like to have breakfast with King Thorin?”

“I would, Mama, yes.”

She smiled and met Thorin’s gaze. “Thank you so much. I’ll be up as soon as I finish here.”

“Take your time.” Thorin carefully shifted Gimli again, this time carefully lifting up up to his shoulders. “Hold on, young man,” he cautioned, “I’ve no wish to see you fall.”

“It’s too high!” Gimli’s little fists twisted in Thorin’s hair, tugging it hard enough that Thorin winced.

“Give me your hands, mimûn.” Thorin reached to take first one hand, then the other, and said, “Is that better?”

“I think so.”

“Good. Don’t worry. I won’t drop you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Thorin grinned at Narnerra. “Join us when you are able to get away.”

“Thank you again, Your Highness.”

“Think nothing of it. I’ll return later to check on them.” Then, to Gimli, he said, “Would you like to go meet a princess?”

“Is there one here?”

“There will be soon. Her name is Arielle and she is the fairest princess in all of Erebor.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Pretty?” Thorin paused in the corridor outside the infirmary to look up at Gimli. “Lad, she is stunningly beautiful. Have you seen the sky at twilight in the summer?”

“What’s twilight?”

“When the sun has gone down, but all is not dark just yet.” He waited for Gimli to nod, and when he did, Thorin continued, “That’s what color her eyes are, that same blue of the night sky. And when she laughs, you laugh with her because it’s so silvery a sound, you simply cannot help yourself. Now, she tends to ramble when she gets nervous, but we try not to dwell on it because while it can make your head spin, she really is far too cute to grow annoyed with.”

“Princess Arielle?”

“Princess Arielle.” Thorin smiled, resuming his stride. Gimli held tight to his hands, but instead of fretting over the height, he instead peppered Thorin with a litany of questions from their battle with Smaug, to Thorin’s face-off with Azog, to how Princess Arielle came to be at Erebor.

By the time they reached the Great Hall, Thorin was exhausted from the questions, because each answer he offered only begat more questions. He caught sight of Arielle and Elen, and said, “Gimli, have you ever seen two people who almost look identical to one another?”

“No.”

“Well, you have now. Come and meet Princess Arielle and her twin brother, Elen.”

“Why isn’t he a prince?”

Thorin smiled. “Should he be one?”

“Is he married to her?”

“No, lad. I will be married to her before much longer.”

“And she’ll be Queen Arielle?”

“She will be, yes.” He looked up. “Ready to meet her?”

Gimli nodded. “Ready.”

He wove through the hall, mindful of the eyes on him and Gimli, which was a sight they didn’t often see, but Thorin didn’t care. As he’d told Arielle, he rather liked children and they seemed to respond well to him and always had.

Arielle caught sight of them and he almost smiled at the expression that crossed her face. She was too easy to read sometimes, his Arielle, or he’d just come to know her that well in the short time they’d been together. Either way, he knew exactly what she was thinking and it mirrored his own thoughts on them having children. He didn’t wish to wait any longer than they had to before starting a family.

He carefully lowered himself onto the bench to Arielle’s left. “Good morning, amrâlimê,” he greeted her, leaning in to brush her cheek with his lips.

“A good morning to you as well, Your Highness.” She winked at him, then smiled up at Gimli. “And good morning to you, too, little man.”

“Good morning, Princess Arielle.”

Her smile widened. “Princess?”

“That’s what His Highness said your name was.”

“Did he, now?” She met Thorin’s gaze and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

But then, he remembered and he nodded. “I did. And Princess, this is Gimli. He is Narnerra’s son and will be joining us for breakfast this morning.”

With that, Thorin carefully eased Gimli from his shoulders to plunk him down between him and Arielle and as he did, Gimli stared up at Elen. “Are you Prince…” He wrinkled his nose, then turned to Thorin. “You didn’t tell me his name.”

Arielle leaned over. “His name is Elen. He’s my twin.”

“Prince Elen?”

Elen grinned. “Why not? Yes, yes, I am Prince Elen. At your service.”

“I’m Gimli, son of Glóin.”

Elen held out a hand. “Pleased to meet you, Gimli, son of Glóin. Tell me, do you know what any of this food is up at the sideboard?”

Gimli nodded, eyes wide and questioning. “I do.”

“Good.” Elen stood and held out a hand. “Come and help me pick something out to eat because I have no clue what any of this is.”

Gimli hopped up. “I can do that.”

As the two of them made their way toward the sideboard, Arielle looked up at him, her eyes soft and bright. “Are you trying to tell me something, Thorin?”

“Me? What could I be trying to tell you?”

She shook her head. “Let’s get through the wedding first, and then worry about children.”

He leaned over to brush her lips with his. “I have no idea what you mean, mesmel. He popped into the infirmary and his mother was still working on Kervin and Tol, so I offered to bring him up and keep an eye on him until she could get free or until Glóin appeared.”

She offered up a knowing look. “You’re as mysterious as air, King Thorin. And subtle as a rock.”

“True, but you melted a little on the inside. You can admit it. I saw the look on your face when you saw me with him.”

She stared for a long moment, then relented and leaned against him as she said, “Very well. Yes, I did. And yes, I still am, if you want the truth.”

He grinned, pressing a kiss into the top of her head. “Soon, amrâlimê. I promise you that.”

#The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fic #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction #Thorin x OC #AU #AUJ #Thorin Fic #Everybody Lives AU #Is it hot in here?#Woman in Disguise

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221bshrlocked · 4 years

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“Is this seat taken?”

He couldn’t look away from you, his eyes following you around as you went to the kitchen to grab another slice of pizza before returning to the couch. Poe snickered when he noticed the way Ben was looking at you, elbowing Finn and pointing at the two of you before clasping his hand on his face at Finn’s feigned gagging.

“All I’m saying is, there is no way in hell all those elves are straight. Have you looked at them? I mean, for god’s sake, just look at Legolas and Gimli and tell me those two aren’t more than friends. No fucking way!” You motioned aggressively with your hands and Ben clenched his fists when he saw bend down and pick up a mushroom that fell to the ground. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the color of your panties, immediately looking away and hoping no one saw him checking you out.

Before you could even go to the kitchen to throw away the disgusting fungi, he was feeling the effects of what he’d seen, grabbing the nearest pillow and placing it on his crotch. He shook his head in annoyance. How much of a loser could he be...getting a fucking boner from watching you bend over and give him an eyeful of the thin material.

So busy trying to think of anything but him fucking your wet cunt, he didn’t notice when you returned and stood in front of him. Shaking his head, he looked up and saw you narrowing your eyes at him, mouthful of pizza and lips stained a soft red from the sauce. You continued to chew and stare at him, licking your lips as you swallowed before pointing your finger at him.

“Is this seat taken?”

Ben blushed instantly when he realized where you were pointing.

“This- uhh, this is my lap.” He cleared his throat and turned to his friends, furrowing his eyebrows when he saw they weren’t even bothering to help him out, let alone look his way.

“I know what I said.” You said without hesitation, hoping he wouldn’t brush you aside as he always did. I mean, what more could you do to get his attention? The man was as oblivious as a five year old and you wished you could smack him and tell him you’ve only been flirting with him for the better of the year. Unfortunately for you, Ben Solo was a sensitive soul who was frightened as easily and swiftly as he was angered.

You held back from smiling when you saw the blush descend down his neck and past his shirt.

“I- there are other seats.” His voice broke and you felt bad for how embarrassed he must have been but you couldn’t stand it anymore. He was eye-fucking you for hours and had the audacity to pretend he wasn’t paying attention to you.

“Did I stutter Solo?”

To your surprise, the large man shook his head and slowly began to move the pillow out of the way. Your patience wore out and within seconds, you were throwing the pillow to the other side of the couch and settling on his lap, swaying your butt a few times until you felt comfortable.

You could tell Ben was having a hard time breathing. His chest was barely moving and his knuckles were turning white from how harshly he was grabbing the couch. As you finished your pizza, you knew you couldn’t stand up and wipe your hands anywhere because it would give him a chance to leave so you opted to clapping your hands until they were clear of crumbs, wiping them on your pajama pants before leaning back against the solid chest behind you.

“Y/N.” His voice shot straight to your core, and you slowly turned your head to meet Ben’s eyes, hoping he’d speak again in that low, gruff voice.

“Yes?”

“You have a little- there’s some...here.” He struggled through the sentence and opted to just shut his mouth and wipe the sauce away from your lower lip. As soon as you felt his thumb on your skin, you couldn't hold back anymore, leaning forward and taking the finger between your lips, softly sucking and swirling your tongue around it until you felt him twitch beneath you. Before he could think twice about it, Ben was pushing his hips against your ass cheeks, biting back a moan when he felt you dig your nails into his thighs as you shut your eyes and continued to bite down on his thumb.

Ben gave himself completely over to the pleasure, wrapping his other arm around your navel and controlling your movements atop him. He pushed you down harder onto his dick, and dared to inch his hand closer to the waistband of your sweats before venturing lower. He cupped your pussy through the damp material of your pants, aggressively rubbing you until he could feel you getting wetter with every pass of his palm over the flimsy material.

“Ben-” He snapped out of his haze when he heard you whisper his name, sticking two fingers into your mouth and pushing your chin up to muffle your mouth.

You felt yourself climb closer to your orgasm and dared to open your eyes, shaking from a sudden intense shock ripping through your spine when you saw how dilated the pupils staring right back at you were.

With one last buck of his hips, Ben was coming in his pants, holding back a growl and breathing harshly against your neck as he felt the long spurts of cum wet his briefs. You didn’t know why you were turned on by the sound of his heavy breaths fanning over your skin, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care because Ben was using you to get his cock off. He pushed his fingers deeper against your pussy as he continued to twitch beneath you, smiling when he saw...felt even, you coming in his arms.

Very slowly, he removed his hands from you and turned around to make sure his friends didn’t just see what happened. Per usual, Poe was yelling at Finn about how the meme of “you cannot simply walk into Mordor” came about and Ben couldn’t be more thankful for their lack of care. He turned back and looked at you, unable to stop his chest from filling with pride when he saw the blissed-out expression you held.

He cleared his throat and squeezed your hips to catch your attention, smiling softly at you when you barely managed to open your eyes and look back at him through a heavy haze.

“You alright?” He swallowed the lump in his throat and hissed when you unintentionally moved against his crotch, making him more aware of how wet his pants were.

“Never better.” You smiled before leaning forward and capturing his lips with yours, gasping when you felt his large hand close around your neck and pull you closer to him. But the kiss was over as soon as it began and you frowned at him when he pulled away.

“Need to change sweetheart...but, we’ll continue this after the movies.” You almost laughed at how sheepish he suddenly became, almost breaking the silence and teasing him about what the two of you had just done, in the company of your lifelong friends of all people.

“Does that mean I get to sleep over?” Ben’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when you combed your fingers into his hair and pulled on the nape of his neck.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

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meteor752 · 4 years

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Ultimate ship meme

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

No one asked me to do this, but I just rewatched Lotr so I’m in full Aralas mood, so here ya go

General:

How long will they last? Until Aragorn dies, then Legolas will mourn him forever

How quickly did/will they fall in love? Love at first sight, basically. But have you seen, and met these boys?

How was their first kiss? Quite chaste and brief, as it was in the middle of a battle, but still tender

Wedding:

Who proposed? Aragorn

Who is the best man/men? Aragorn had Arwen and Legolas had Gimli

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? -

Who did the most planning? It was a royal wedding, so there were a lot of people doing the planning

Who stressed the most? Aragorn was calm as hell about the whole thing, while Legolas couldn't stop shrieking all the time out of stress

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? No one was specificallty not invited, but there were a lot of people who they did not invite, as they couldn't have the entire Middle Earth at their wedding

Sex:

Who is on top? Aragorn

Who is the one to instigate things? Legolas

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? None

How many children will they adopt? None, but they do babysit Bain’s son from time to time, and Frodo and Sam’s army of adopted children

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Aragorn, because Legolas wouldn’t do it if his life depended on it

Who is the stricter parent? Aragorn again

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Once again Aragorn, mostly because Legolas is over there encouraging the kid

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Legolas, because Aragorn is terrible at taking care of himself, so he doesn’t trust him with taking care of a child

Who is the more loved parent? Well, they are both fun uncles, so I wouldn’t say either is more loved

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Legolas, because Aragorn is often busy, and Leggy is that type of dramatic bitch

Who cried the most at graduation? Neither cried, they were just consoling the parents

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Legolas, but he would just grab the kid and run tbh

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Aragorn, as Legolas is not quite sure how man food work

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Aragorn can literally eat rocks if he desires to, so Legolas

Who does the grocery shopping? They like to go down to the market together when they can, so both

How often do they bake desserts? Not too often, actually

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? They are both hunters, so meat all the way

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Aragorn, because he’s a sap

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? Legolas probably

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Legolas was raised by Thranduil, so keeping things clean to keep up appearences in pretty much ingrained in his mind

Who is really against chores? Aragorn, because why bother cleaning when things will get dirty anyways

Who cleans up after the pets? The only pets they would have would be their horses, and that would be the one chore that Aragorn liked, so yeah Aragorn

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Legolas, just to get things done

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Also Legolas, because again, raised by Thranduil

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Aragorn, because when he is forced to clean he gets distracted very easily

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Aragorn showers like once a month for five minutes, while Legolas could be stuck in there for hours every day

Who takes the dog out for a walk? Aragorn, as he’s more of an animal person

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? They were both raised in elven culture, so they both celebrate those holidays, while ignoring the holidays of men

What are their goals for the relationship? Just to be able to have fun with it, ya know? Spend time together, cuddle, laugh, cry, all that couple stuff. Just to have each other

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Usually neither, but when he fully gets the chance, Aragorn. And Legolas is fully contempt with watching his love sleep

Who plays the most pranks? Legolas, 100%.

#Lotr #lotr au #legolas greenleaf #aragorn son of arathorn #Aralas #Ultimate ship meme #ship meme #Send me ships!!!#I love doing these tbh!!

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idjitlili · 4 years

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Hey,I’m date mike

legolas x reader

a request for loteriel_greenleaf thank youuuu my dudeeee i really didnt know what to write,even though i just finished an imagine ,i felt like another was due. also been trying to make lembas bread god.

summary:imagine sparring with legolas,and being apart of the fellowship.

warnings:uh straddling/potential language i dont know yet./sexual themes no smut though. word count:1602

You had grown up mostly in Rivendell ,yes you are an elf,yet an orphan. Elrond had found you when he was was travelling for a meeting with Gandalf,Lady Galadriel,and saruman he had no choice but bring you with. He did not know what happened to your parents, however it was assumed you were abandon,probably due to being born out of wedlock or an affair(that was common but there was still a chance). You didnt know either being just a babe.

Anyways Elrond brought you to this meeting and in the end Gandalf ended up with you. Soon enough you knew him as your only Ada,and yes you were trained by the elves to defend yourself,when Gandalf was out of town.All the talk,and books about adventures,made you hungry for your own. You wanted to see hobbits,dwarves,anything. You wantd to know if elves in other realms were stuck up like Thranduil,well that is what gandalf told you about him.It only took a century or two for your ada to let you come on an adventure with him. That being taking you to elronds secret council,about destorying the ring.

You may of stared at the hobbit and the dwarves a little too long in awe,when they noticed you had looked away red in embarrassment. However you didnt notice a certain blond elf ,staring at you. He was curious of who you were,he had never seen you before,surely he wouldve remembered such beauty..you were so zoned out you missed all the arguing only to hear.

"I will take it!I'll take the ring to mordor!" the hobbit had shouted making everyone go silent. "though I do not know the way."

You ada had lent to put a hand on the hobbits ,before speaking confidently to the small fellow."I will help you bare this burden ,frodo baggins." the hobbit had smiled to your father. "I am coming too, Ada." you had walk next to him,wrapping your arm around his. Legolas now knew who you were ,but Gandalf was definity not your really father,maybe you were gold digger,joking he just wondered how he never knew that Gandalf had a daughter. Anyways you know what happpened after that,you have my sword ,bow axe, we're coming too.

You had kept yourself to yourself ,not talking overly,but if you did it was to your ada. Other than him you would talk to mostly the hobbits about what life was like in the shire. You felt intimidated by the men ,legolas , and gimli they did scare you just a bit. So you avoided them until you couldnt no more.

Well you stopped avoiding legolas,after Moria,he had to carry you out as you screamed out for you ada. You had witnessed Gandalf sacrifice his life to save the fellowship. You had yours around legolas ' neck,head in his shoulder whilst you sobbed drenching his tunic. He had held you on his hip,like you would with a toddler,running with you in his arms. Once you had gotten outside ,your sobs had gotten loud,legolas had tried to put you down but you just held tighter. He had held you until you had reached near the Nimrodel in the eaves of the forest ,in which he had let go but you had your legs and arms wrapped round him so tight he didnt need to hold you,while he held his bow up in defence.

Turns out it was just elves that surrounded you ,and Aragorn knew one of them,a blond guy,pretty sexy if you were honest. In which he began leading you to lady galadriel,who you had not seen in many years, same with her husband celeborn who stood beside her walking down the stairs like jesus walking on water. You miss part of the coversation only to begin listening at the mention of your fathers name. "tell me where is gandalf as I much desire to speak to him." celeborn's voice as smooth as ice . "he has fallen into shadow." the look on Gimli's face when she says that hes like whoa shes good."y/n.." she calls out gently ,you had jumped out of legolas arms ,running towards her ,only for her to wrap her arms around you into a bear hug.

"not all is lost,as he remains in spirit." she had spoken to you ,in your mind ,as her hands rubbed your back comfortingly,before you pulled away. Her eyes land on legolas ,back on smirking at you. "you and the prince." she had 'spoken' to you only shook your head ,with a small blush on your face,legolas watched confused as why lady galadriel had looked at him ,only to see you blushing. Lady galadriel had found a way to distract you from mourning in tears.

Not long after she had led you all to place you could rest for the night. In that legolas had settled next to you and after a while he had broken the silence between you both. "when my nana died,it was like my ada died with her,after her death he became cold and cut off. He treated me like another soldier ,nothing more,I had no one to comfort me. I wish to be here for you ,so you always have someone." he spoken barely above a whisper,you had never heard legolas speak so much ,let alone with so much feeling. "thank you,i never thought I would make friends with a prince ,let alone be carried for hours by one." you had spoken with a small smile,he had sent one in return before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"I couldve done it for three days,with my elven strength." he had flexed his spare arm ,making you giggle. OKay this was very out of character for legolas."sure ,prince." and with that you were lent against his shoulder,in which you soon enough you fell asleep ,in his hold.

The next day you just pretend the events from yesterday never happened and your ada was still alive ,he was just gonna pop out and scold you for getting so friendly with the elven prince.

Turns out not even three days later ,you find your father alive and well ,you almost stab him like a kebab then and there. " Yeah just let me mourn your death and then your like boom ,guess what bitches I was alive the whole time." in which from that he just scolds you for using language before pulling you into a tight embrace ,apogising for the hurt he had caused,so bruh you werent as sad as before,so thats a plus. Only thing is if you got your freaky on with the princes he's always about.

The next interaction you had with legolas was the eves eve of the battle of the pelennor fields.In which he asks you to sparr with him,as he wants to know which one of you were the better fighter. Obviously it was you but his excellence ass wasnt going to agree with you. That leads you now on the green grass ,a distance away from the tent,sweaty,with clanging metal. So hot that you are just in your vest and pants,legolas was just in in his long sleeve tunic and pants ,pretty normal. Gandalf had left to go to Minas Tirith because of a certain took being a little bit stupid,no offence he's young and cutie pie ,dont be mean.

So basically you have no adult supervision ,even though you are an adult but I guess you would call it parental supervision then. You and legolas had been going at it for at least an hour neither of you giving up or losing;uh thats what she said. Well that was until you knocked the blade out of legolas' hand but while doing so you had tripped on your own feet dropping your blade on to make legolas fall flat backwards,with you on top. Thats what she said. However legolas was quick to flip himself on top of you ,legs either side of you hips ,his other blade to your throat. "I should have won that,I just tripped, plus if you wanted to take me on a ride you should have just asked." you had smirked at the elf who's cheeks were now red,he smiled shyly removing the blade.

You used this to flip him off you ,you now straddling the elf,just a little lower. You had grabbed his wrists pinning them above his head ,making it so your faces were barely inches away. "what do you say to that ,hm? son of the elf with a huge dildo gaggins sized cock up his butt." you had whispered ,okay so that wasnt very seductive."I say you better kiss me then take me into the tent,now." his voice stern ,you simple smirk pressing your lips to his quickly.

Before you lead him to the tent. "dont you dare tell ada about what we about to do?"

"what eat some potatoes?"

"shut up,i would like that."

#lotr fanfic #lotr x #lotr legolas #lotr x reader #lotr imagine #lotr imagines #lord of the rings #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings imagine #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagine #legolas #legolas x reader #legolas imagine #legolas x you #legolas x y/n

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beautifultypewriter · 4 years

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Legolas!

Yay! So glad that people responded to this and also so glad that someone threw Legolas in here. Thanks for sending one in!

The prompt: KanJam. (Needless to say, this will be a modern AU)

It was the first day of summer where you and all your friends were actually free. No one had to work, no one had any appointments, you could all spend the day together. So you all voted and you decided to go to the beach.

You were loading the last of your things into your Jeep when Legolas stepped up next to you, a large box in his hands. You stared at him, “What have you got there?” He turned the box so that you could see what was written across the front of it. Your eyes lit up, “KanJam?” He laughed and nodded, tossing the box into the trunk before kissing your temple and moving around to the passenger side of the vehicle.

When you arrived at the beach, Aragorn and Arwen were already there, set up at the perfect spot in the sand. You dropped your stuff next to Arwen, moving quickly to put up your umbrella and roll out your towels. Once you were finished, you sat next to her and the two of you started catching up after not seeing each other for weeks.

Nearly an hour had passed and you and Arwen were still laying in the shade as Aragorn and Legolas were off doing who knows what. Then you heard someone huffing as they approached you. You looked up and smiled, “Gimli!l you jumped up to give your friend a hug, “How are you?” Gimli quickly hugged you back before pulling away.

He waved to Arwen, “Hello, lass.” She nodded to him in return and then his attention was back on you, “I’m good. Would be better if you were my partner in KanJam.” He nodded to the spot where Aragorn and Legolas were playing a few practice rounds.

A grin spread over your face, “I’d love to.” You turned to Arwen, “Wanna come?”

She shook her head and waved you off, “Nah, you go ahead.” You nodded and moved to walk away, but the her voice sounded again, “Oh and guys? Beat Aragorn’s butt for me, okay?” You laughed and nodded before heading over to the other two.

You smirked, “Alright me and Gimli versus you two.” Legolas and Aragorn shared a look before nodding. You ran to the far can, taking your place next to Legolas, “Ready to lose, baby?”

He smirked over at you, “I should ask you the same thing.” Both of you turned to face your teammates, smirks on your faces.

It was Gimli’s turn to throw and if you got this in then the two of you would win the whole game. Legolas leaned down to you, “Nervous?” You shook your head, attempting to block him out. He chuckled and moved back as Gimli tossed the frisbee through the air.

Just as your hand made contact with the disc, you felt arms around your waist and you were being lifted in the air. You squealed as you smacked the frisbee far away from the can, Legolas’s laugh echoing in your ear. You could hear Gimli grumbling, but your main concern now was not getting sick all over the beach. Legolas was still holding you and spinning you around.

“Legolas!” He stopped spinning, but instead of setting you down, he threw you over his shoulder.

He started walking off, “We’ll get the frisbee.” As soon as he spotted the plastic disc, he set you down and leaned to grab it.

You put your hand on his waist, keeping him from returning to the others, “That was a dirty trick.” You leaned close to him, your lips ghosting over his. You felt him smirk as he leaned forward and connected your lips. You responded immediately, running your hand through his long hair. Your free hand slipped down his arm until it ran over the frisbee. You grabbed the disc from him, pulling away quickly and running back towards Gimli and Aragorn, “I got the frisbee! Gimli, get ready!” Your feet kicked up sand as you ran, Legolas hot on your heels.

As soon as you were close enough, you tossed the frisbee. Legolas grabbed you around the waist and pulled you to the ground just as the disc left your fingers. You watched as it sailed toward Gimli and he knocked it into the can. You threw your arms up as best you could and cheered, “We won!” Legolas groaned as he rolled you over, so that you were laying on your back. He glared down at you and you laughed, “That’s what you get.” His lips split into a smile before he was kissing you again.

#legolas x reader #legolas imagine #lord of the rings imagine #mystical magical friday

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ladyfenring · 4 years

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all i want is a florist/tattoo artist AU for gimli/legolas

“Okay, can I have one venti caramel macchiato with almond milk, four grande hot chocolates--”

The tugging on Legolas’s shirt makes him grit his teeth. Being independent sucks. His job at the florist shop had been a nice way to pass the time when his dad was paying for everything, but ever since he’d decided to cut ties and make his own way in the world, he’d begun to realize that his florist shop job was not enough to sustain his kind of lifestyle. Babysitting had seemed like an easy solution...until he’d gotten stuck with these four.

They’re nice kids, really. Frodo spaces out a lot and Sam is kind of a whiner, but they’re angels compared to Merry and Pippin, who are always spilling things and drawing on surfaces that should not be drawn on.

It’s Sam tugging on his shirt now, his eyes wide. “Merry and Pippin are gone.”

Legolas whips around, seeing that sure enough, only two of his charges are leashed to his belt; the other two child harnesses are empty. “Where did they go?!”

“That way.” Sam points in the general direction...but as it’s a shopping mall, “that way” doesn’t necessarily mean anything.

Legolas abandons the Starbucks, Frodo and Sam running to keep up with him as he stands at the railing and looks at the five levels of the shopping mall. Think, Greenleaf. Where would I go if I was two troublemakers? A toy store? A candy shop?

“There they are!” Frodo cries out, pointing to the third floor below them.

Sure enough, Legolas can see Merry and Pippin by the escalator talking to a hirsute man covered in tattoos.

“Shit!” Legolas hisses. “They’re going to get kidnapped!”

“They are?” Sam asks, terrified.

“No! I was joking! Come on, let’s go!” He hops down the escalator, Frodo and Sam trying to keep up, and dashes towards the two troublemakers. “There you are!” he shouts.

“Hullo, Legolas!” Merry says cheerfully. “We were talking to our new friend Gimli.”

“Gimli?” Legolas repeats, staring at the man. He looks like he’d win a bar fight; he has a thick, bushy beard, a bandana covering his head, and his denim jacket has had the sleeves removed, leaving his arms bare. Or they would be bare, were they not covered in a maelstrom of ink.

“He’s a tattoo artist,” Pippin adds.

“I see.”

“Legolas has a wrist tattoo,” Merry tells Gimli.

“And one on his butt.”

“How do you know that?!” Legolas yelps. Then, seeing the amused look on Gimli’s face, adds, “It was a long time ago. I was in college. And--”

“Drunk?” Gimli supplies cheerfully.

“On spring break,” Legolas says, emphasizing the words so Gimli won’t say anything inappropriate in front of the children. “Pippin, have you been spying on me?”

“You’ll never know,” Pippin says cryptically.

Gimli reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a business card. “I also do removals. If you’re interested,” he offers, and though it’s hard to tell behind his bushy beard, it almost looks like he’s winking at Legolas.

“Uh, thanks,” Legolas says, putting the card into his fanny pack. “And thanks for grabbing these two.”

“Anytime.” Gimli lumbers off; while they’re distracted, Legolas snaps the two deviants into their harnesses.

“You can’t just wander off like that!” he scolds.

“Yeah, but you got a guy’s number,” Merry points out. “So really we did you a favor.”

“Meriadoc Brandybuck, I swear on all that is holy...” But secretly, Legolas is already thinking about Gimli’s offer.

#this is very silly #and only kind of florist/tattoo artist #but i hope you like it anyway!#legolas x gimli #fic by me #murraybaeman

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i-writing-is-hard-i · 5 years

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Journey (Legolas) part two

Warnings:Spoilers?, (if you haven’t watched LOTR), death but I think thats is

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Two days later you were all off, heading towards Mordor with Gandalf leading the way. It was days into the journey when you were sitting on a rocky surface, watching Boromir and the little Hobbits sparring, in the background you could hear Gimli and Gandalf discussing the direction you should go. Gimli felt it best to go through the mountains, the mines, but Gandalf opposed it. Your attention was dragged back to the boys when you heard the brothers yell out, they dove towards Boromir, flooring him, you laughed at the sight. Aragorn stood up,

“That’s enough,” he said calmly, ready to lift Merry and Pippin of Boromir, but the hobbits had other ideas, together they grabbed hold off the back of Aragorn's knees causing him to hit the floor with a thud before he even knew what was happening. This only made you laugh more. It was quite adorable to watch.

“What is that?” Sam suddenly called, you spun round to see a strange cloud coming towards you. No, it wasn’t a cloud.

“Crebain from Dunland!” Legolas called

“Hide” Aragorn ordered. Everyone dove to safety hiding were you could wait for the all clear.

Once the coast was clear, you call climbed out. Legolas kindly offered his hand for you, helping you on to your feet. A sigh left your lips, now with Sauroman blocking your path, you could have to take a new path, Gandalf thought it best to travel over the mountain, through the snow. You weren’t that keen on the idea, it would be pretty dangerous, especially for the hobbits, but they only other, option was the mines, but the way Gandalf had protested against it made you think the snow would be a better option.

Neither the less, you were off, up the mountains through the deep cold snow, you knew you were starting to feel grumpy and had no doubt it was written on your face, as the path narrowed, the snow seemed to deepen and the drops got bigger. You found yourself clutching the stones of the mountain because you had a feeling that you would fall if you didn’t it would be the icing on the cake you thought.

Legolas quickly walked passed you it looked like he noticed something out there, something you couldn’t see.

“There is a fell voice on the air!” he explained.

“It’s Saruman!” Gandalf yelled, now you heard it. He was chanting something,

“He’s trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back!” Aragorn explained

“No!”, Gandalf refused too. He stepped out into the snow, in the attempt to cast a counterspell but it was too late, the snow above slide down towards you, in a split second Legolas had pushed Gandalf out the way, then dove on top of you, as if he were protecting you. Instinctively you held onto his tunic, it wasn’t exactly the best timing but you couldn’t help notice his muscles through his shirt, you wouldn’t have expected it looking at him. At least you weren’t feeling the cold anymore.

Legolas was the first to pop out of the snow, like a daisy. He then turned to you, holding out his hand, which you took letting him help you out the snow. You returned the favour, helping the others out too. “This will be the death of the hobbits” Boromir called, there was a quick discussion as to what to do next.

“Let the Ring Bearer decide” Gandalf finally suggested. You all turned to Frodo, giving him the chance to decide,

“We will go through the mines” he spoke, Gandalf didn’t look happy with that, but he didn’t complain, and so you all traipse back down the mountain.

“The walls... of Moria!” Gimli spoke, you looked up to see a large lake beside the side of the mountain, to you it looked like every other vast cliff face, but Gimli looked impressed.

“Dwarf doors are invisible when closed,” he said proudly.

“Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them, if their secrets are forgotten” Gandalfs reply was blunt.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Legolas chirped in, his tone was sarcastic, Gimli simply grumbled in reply, making you chuckle.

You followed the path along the lake and while the others checked the walls for the door, your eyes traveled, around the water, it was eeriey, like there was something dark in it you always had a sense for it. Suddenly Gandalf stopped and because you were focused on your surroundings, you very nearly bumped into Legolas, who walked in front. You watched the wall, as bright lights began to appear, outlining a door, above it there was writing. It said ‘The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria, Speak, Friend and enter’ Gandalf read it out for everyone else too. You weren’t sure what it meant but Gandalf seemed to know. Thankfully. He spoke something in elvish, but nothing happened. He then tried again saying something different and once again nothing happened. Now what. Maybe the old wizard didn’t know.

“Well, this is going to take a while, I’m going to sit down” you spoke, after Gandalf had a go at Pippin, it probably wasn’t the best idea, because you earned a glare from Gandalf. Ignoring it, you walked over to a dead tree, getting comfy at the roots, Legolas walked over stopping beside you, leaning against the tree. You kept your eyes on the lake in front, it did look kind of beautiful. Before you knew it your thoughts traveled to Legolas, more specifically how he protected you. That led you to think about his warmth when he had his arms around you, without meaning to your eyes drifted to the side where he stood. He was so still, like a beautiful statue, his sharp eye stared out towards the lake, there was no way he wouldn’t notice your gaze but you just couldn’t drag your eyes away. a splash of water drew your attention away. Merry and Pippin were skimming rocks across the water, as Pippin lifted his arm to throw another Aragorn stopped him, probably for the best.

“Something stirs in the lake” Legolas spoke in your ear you turned to him quickly, not expecting him to be looking at you, not in the way he was. A blush crept onto your face, and your eyes lingered on each other for a moment, but you snapped out of it, when his words sunk in, just as you turned to the lake, a loud noise drew both your attention away. It was the door, Gandalf opened it. You jumped up, ready to enter, it was dark and quiet inside. Gimli spoke of the fabled hospitality of his people, excitedly explaining the meal you would all be enjoying soon, but it was all so quiet, was it supposed to be?. You walked onwards in the dark, tripping over something startling yourself, whatever it was, was light, and made a strange cracking noise.

Using his staff and a white crystal Gandalf illuminated the area.

“And they call it a mine, a mine!” Gimli continued cheerfully. “This is no mine, it’s a tomb!” Boromir called out. Sure enough, when you looked down, you saw, bones, dead dwarves scattered the ground, it was obvious there was a fight, arrows and weapons joined the bones. Gimli cried out, while Legolas knelt down, pulling out an arrow

“Goblins!” he called.

Everyone pulled out their weapons, including you. Just in case.

“We make for the Gap of Rohan, we should never have come here” Boromir ordered.

“Go, back up” you whispered to the hobbits. Your eyes were fixed on the darkness, walking backward out of the door.

“Frodo!” Merry and Pippin suddenly called.

You turned round to see Frodo being dragged out towards the lake by a tentacle, while the other hobbits tried to free him. Without hesitation you ran out, swinging your blade down, the tentacles released Frodo, returning to the water. Suddenly though, many tentacles came out of the water, slapping the other hobbits aside, before grabbing hold of Frodo again lifting him up into the air. Legolas came running out firing his arrows. There was a bit of a struggle, but Aragorn managed to get the creature to release giving you all the chance to flee, unfortunately, the safest way was back into the mines. Perhaps you could wait until the creature leaves?, the plan was ruined when the creature followed you in, pulling down the rocks and pillars in the doorway. Legolas grabbed hold of you, pulling you away from the rubble. There was only one option now.

“Quietly now. It’s a four-day journey to the other side, let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed” Gandalf spoke.

No one spoke as you all made your way through the mines. Some paths were narrow, winding over large drops. Evidence of where the resident's hand mined, where located everywhere, but evidence of a fight scattered the place too. You had always wanted to see the mines in their glory, you never dreamed you would see them like this. It was a sad sight for sure, Gimli must be devasted. He had spoken so highly of it, though he had never been there, his excitement when speaking off his cousin Balin, you glanced over to him, but it was had to read his expression. Along a particularly long stretch of path, Gandalf pointed to a stream of golden metals. The dwarves wealth wasn’t from gold or jewels, it was Mithril in its raw form. It was beautiful, you stared at it with interest, and while everyone else stared out at the veins, Legolas caught himself staring at you. He enjoyed seeing your eyes light up, when you were looking at something you found interesting. As much as you would have liked to stay there admiring the beauty, it was time to move on.

“Are they stairs?” you asked, stopping at a steep climb. Perhaps they weren’t steps but grooves in the rocks where they had been mined?. They weren’t too much of a bother for you, but the hobbits struggled a little, then there was Legolas who was up in front of you, he was agile and very capable at climbing the ridges, and you had a perfect view of his butt. You tried your best on concentrating on rocks, but sometimes your gaze would drift up.

You had just reached the top when a hand reached out for you. Without looking you grabbed hold, allowing who ever offered it to help you up. A blush formed on your cheeks when you looked up, seeing that the hand belonged to Legolas, you had expected his hands to be like marble and much more delicate, but it was warm and much bigger than your own, with callouses from working with his bow, of course, compared to humans they were still very smooth, you hadn’t noticed the last time he offered to help. Even after he had let go, his heat still lingered. Even after Gandalf had expressed he had no idea where he was going your mind was on Legolas. You had noticed him acting differently with you as of late. You sat yourself down on a rock while you waited deep in thought as you waited for the old wizard to recall the way.

The past few days legolas seemed to be going out of his way to protect you, he would often sit close to you, rather than somewhere else like now, he was standing beside you, looking out to where you had come from, but then maybe it was just wishful thinking on your part that he had an interest in you at all. You shook your head, it was pointless to fantasize about legolas for many reasons. Not just the glaringly obvious reasons. An elf prince and a commoner human, sounds like a silly romance story, not to mention you were all on a serious quest.

You forced, your attention to the high cave you were in, listening out for anything that moved.

“Ah, it’s that way” Gandalf spoke standing up, he walked to one of the three tunnels.

“He’s rememebred” Merry jumped up too.

“No, the air doesn’t smell so foul this way” he replied.

You chucked a little, though, in reality, you shouldn’t literally follow your nose, in most occassions anyway. Thankfully however, Gandalf was right, this did seem to be the right way. You all came to a large open space, broken columns laid on the ground, Gandalf lit up the area better, it was amazing, pillars reached higher than you had ever seen.

“Behold the great realm and dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf” Gandalf shared. You spun as you walked taking in it all in. Suddenly Gimli gasped, he ran off towards a chamber on the side. You all quickly followed finding more skeletons and a coffin, it was that of King Balins. Gimli was knelt down sobbing, Leaning against the coffin was another dwarf holding a large book. Gandalf picked it up, reading out the last page, it detailed the last day they were alive.

“We must move on, we cannot linger” Legolas whispered. You agreed.

“They have taken the bridge, and the second hall” you turned to Gandalf who read from the book. You looked around at the ground as Gandalf continued reading,

“We cannot get out, a shadow moves in the dark, we cannot get out” he looked up, grimly, “They are coming!”

Silence fell between you, suddenly there was a loud banging noise that echoed. Everyone looked round to Pippin who stood in front of a well, with a guilty expression. Behind him a skeleton slowly fell down the well, dragging a bucket with it causing another loud echo, followed by a short silence.

“Fool of a Took!, Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity!” Gandalf yelled. The silence after was broken by drumming, it was coming from the well, something else heard that.

You looked round to the Frodo, his sword was glowing

“Orcs” Legolas pointed out. You turned round to the door, hearing running and lots of it. Boromir rushed over to the door to have a look.

“They have a cave troll” he pointed out sounding calm, you were defiently not feeling calm. Legolas moved in front of you, aiming his arrows at the now closed door. You kept yourself in front of the hobbits. The door didn’t hold for long and soon enough you were engaged in a fight with the orcs and the pesky cave troll that seemed to have it in for Frodo, you tried to keep it distracted but the orcs around you were keeping you busy. The troll swung a chainr around, barely missing the hobbits, Aragorn managed to get over to it, but it was the troll flung across the room, knocking him out. When you next got a chance to look around, you saw Frodo fall, the troll had pierced him with a spear.

“Frodo!” you cried, Merry and Pippin dove on the troll. With Pippin stabbing it in the head the troll looked up opening its mouth, giving Legolas the chance to fire an arrow into it and with a long moan it collapsed.

You rushed to Frodo’s side, certain he was dead, but he wasn’t, he was wearing a Mithryl shirt that saved his life. The relief was shortlived, as you all heard Orcs in the distance. You all ran out of the chamber. Orcs swarmed you from all directions, ‘how in the world are we supposed to fight these off?’ you thought. None of you got very far though, as the orcs surrounded you. They snarl and leer at you, look pleased with themselves. Gimli let out a yell, then suddenly the orcs whimpered and fled, for a second there you thought it was because of Gimli until a fiery light caught your eye.

“What is this new devilry?” Boromir asked, Gandalf thought a moment, as if trying to remember.

“A balrog, a demon of the ancient world” he spoke, you heard the Balrog growl, it was coming closer.

“This foe is beyond any of you.. Run!” you didn’t have to be told twice.

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theepolynesian · 6 years

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Evasive

Summary: You think that Gimli finds you repulsive and it kind of hurts

Pairing: Gimli x Reader

Words: 585

Notes: Lord of the Rings Character set in Erebor (Durin’s!Live au)

Author’s Note: My first ever Gimli fic😂 I still count this as Lord of the Rings even though it’s set in Erebor after BotFA.

Gimli was a talkative dwarf. Everyone knew that. In fact, they always seemed to bring it up whenever he was talking too much and not in a good way. However, whenever he was around you, he was absolutely silent.

You honestly didn’t know why. From what you heard from Gloin and Fili and Kili, Gimli was a rather rambunctious dwarf but as soon as you were in the vicinity, he couldn’t speak. It was like he hated you or something and that made your heartache.

You enter the training room and you smile as you see Gloin training with Gimli. Gloin, spotting you, stops and waves and you wave back. Gimli turns to you before promptly leaving and that makes you frown.

“Am I that repulsive?” You ask Gloin quietly, no longer wanting to train.

“Don’t mind my lad. He’s an emotionally constipated dwarf. He likes you. He really does. Can’t shut up about you actually but you make him nervous for some reason,” Gloin shrugs.

“Nervous?”

“Mhmm. Fili and Kili suggests that he might have caught feelings for you,” Gloin states and you scoff.

“Feelings? No one cares that much about me,” you tell him.

You had been abandoned in a forest at the age of ten. You thought you had a great life. That your mother and father loved you but they did not. So while you were all camping in a forest, they had left in the middle of the night. Never to be seen again. That’s when Beorn found you and that’s how you joined the company.

“Lass. You are our family now and we are yours. We love you. Do not ever doubt that,” Gloin scolds and you sigh, plopping down on the bench.

“I know but you guys have your families to love you and I don’t have one. I mean you said you’re my family now but I want that bond that you and Oin have or Fili and Kili have. I want someone that I can actually call blood and you know I can’t have that,” you say, beginning to be overwhelmed with emotion.

You stand and excuse yourself before you could break down in front of Gloin. You did not need that now.

You groan as you fall to the ground after turning a corner. You had not been paying attention and bumped into someone. That someone being Gimli.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” he says, holding out his hand and you grab it.

“That’s the first time you’ve ever spoken to me,” you say, rubbing your butt.

He was like a ram that much you knew.

“Yes well I’m an idiot lass and I didn’t realize I was hurting you with sudden disappearances,” he says. “It’s fine. I can be repulsive sometimes,” you shrug. “No it’s not fine and you’re not repulsive. I’m just an idiot and didn’t know what to say to you so I ran away. Of course it didn’t solve any issues just made them worse. I do actually like you. A lot but this dwarf does not know how to express it,” Gimli states and you raise your brow.

Did this dwarf actually have feelings for you?

“Well, master dwarf. Just talking to me would be fine,” you say holding out your arm and he looks at it before taking it.

“I suppose it would,” he says, cheeks glowing red and you can’t help but think that this is the start of something good.

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sandsofoneiros · 3 years

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Saturday Delights.

Requested piece.

Warning: Hints at sex, making out just a little, and that’s pretty much it.

Tufts of burgundy hair peeked out from underneath the comforter as her soft snores filled the room. BeeBee was curled up behind the crook of her knees as both of them slept. Poe couldn’t help but smile at the blanket burrito that was his girlfriend. He had closed the blinds to let Ro sleep a few more hours than she usually did, given that she had gotten to his place late last night from work. Closing the door behind him, Poe headed to the kitchen to pour himself another cup of coffee. He wasn’t about to disturb the sleeping beauty that was currently occupying his bed. With a freshly poured cup of coffee, he made his way to the living room to invest in the joys of Saturday morning tv. Stretching his legs out, he placed his feet on the coffee table as he channel surf, ultimately settling on Hell’s Kitchen. This was turning out to be a rather quiet morning, and he would not complain.

After another hour, Poe heard shuffling around the bedroom and waited to see who would emerge first. BeeBee was the first to emerge as he stretched in the doorway before making his way over to Poe and jumping onto the couch. “Who said you could sit on the couch, huh?” Leaning over, Poe rubbed the Shiba’s exposed belly, “Sleeping beauty still getting her much needed sleep?” BeeBee huffed before jumping down and heading to his food dish. Poe following behind since he had waited for the dog to wake up before serving him some breakfast. He didn’t hear the padding of bare feet as he gave BeeBee fresh food and water. Instead, he felt her arms snaked around his waist and her head resting on his back, right in between his shoulder blades.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” He chuckled as he placed one hand over hers and walked around the kitchen, grabbing her two favorite cups. One is for coffee and the other for tea. He knows better than to mix the cups up. “Do you want coffee or tea this morning?”

“Coffee, please.”

“I think you mean sugar and creamer with a dash of coffee.” Chuckling, Poe does his best to prepare her morning coffee while she’s still wrapped around him. Poe usually had his coffee with a little of creamer, but he had taken it upon himself to learn how Ro liked hers. It was more of a sugary concoction that he often teased her about. “Go sit on the couch and I’ll bring it to you.”

Shaking her head against his back, Poe could only laugh. She was in much more of a clingy mood than usual. It probably had to do with how long he had been away this time. He had added a few more flights to his route and had come home later in the week than usual. The soft kisses that were being placed across his bare shoulders made a shiver run down his spine. “Someone’s being naughty.”

His husky voice made her bite down on her bottom lip as she reached around to grab her cup of coffee. Saturdays were Ro’s favorite. One reason was that it meant that she could enjoy the day in nothing but her pajamas. The other was getting to see Poe in his grey sweatpants that always hung just a little lower, his glasses, and crocs. His hair was perfectly messy, and it always made her want to find other ways to make it messier. The little smack to her butt made her giggle as she took her place on the couch, legs tucked underneath her while she sipped her coffee. “Plans for the day?”

“Not really. However, I want to see how you feel about something.” Poe asked while he lifted his arms up to let her legs cross his lap. His fingers ghosting over up and down her leg as he looked over at her.

“If it’s about spending all-day keeping you out of those sweat pants and crocs, then I’m more than happy to. However, the glasses stay on during.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him before taking another sip of her coffee. Her feelings on how they should spend the day made him laugh, and he squeezed her knee just a little, laughing when she jumped before swatting his hand away.

“We can do that in a bit, but I was wondering how you felt about meeting my parents. I know it’s a big step.” Poe watched her carefully and noted how her grip tightened on her cup. He had a made mistake, and it wasn’t even past 11 AM. “Ro, it’s fine if you aren’t ready. Like I said, it’s a big step. I just thought made it was a good time.”

Chewing the inside of her cheek thoughtfully, Ro was still processing what Poe had said to her. It would be a big step in their relationship and there was nothing wrong with this step. She had taken Poe to her sister’s university graduation, where he met her aunt. That had been an easy step, and her aunt loved Poe. She had heard so many stories about his parents, and it would be a lie if she said that she didn’t want to meet Kes Dameron.

“I mean, I’m a little nervous and I’ve never made it to this step with anyone else. Are you sure you want me to meet them?” Placing her cup on the coffee table, Aurora wrapped her arms around herself. She worried about being good enough for Poe all the time. He was a pilot, and she was only a bartender. Nothing overly fancy about her. He could have any girl that he wanted, and it amazed her how he had picked her.

“Baby, I’m a hundred and fifty percent positive that I want you to. Dad keeps asking, and I think he’s more excited to meet you than you think. Give it some thought and then we can work on a date. No rush.” He patted the side of her thigh before smirking at her. His fingers trailing just a little higher. “Now, I say we act on the idea you had about keeping me out of my sweatpants?”

Aurora smiled before she shimmed down the couch and into his arms. Pressing the only innocent kiss of the day to his cheek. “I’ll definitely give it some thought after we have our fun today. Thank you for understanding.”

Poe could only smile before capturing her lips in a kiss, moving her around to settle underneath him before he ran his hands down her sides, giving her hips a soft squeeze. The sound of kissing filled the room as the two enjoyed their Saturday afternoon delight. There were only a few times Poe had his sweatpants on, and that was mostly in between their sessions.

Later that night, Ro had curled up to Poe’s side and traced patterns on his chest while the man watched Battle of Helm’s Deep. They had started watching The Two Towers. Nothing could truly break Poe out of his concentration while the movie was on, not even her soft touches.

“Poe?”

“Hm?’

She could tell that he focused on her at the moment. His glasses had slid down his nose and he took just a second to push them back up. Given that she was about to tell him something important, she grabbed the remote and hit pause. That certainly made him groan before he turned to face her.

“Alright, you have my undivided attention, Sweet Aurora.” He teased her by using the nickname that she wasn’t overly fond of. The nickname had come when Poe had made the connection that she shared a name with a certain Disney Princess.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier.”

“I have said a lot of things today, babe. Need to be more specific, Roo.”

“I wanna meet your parents.”

The statement caught Poe off guard and before he knew it; he was peppering kisses to her forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips. He couldn’t stop smiling as he pulled her into his lap and hugged her close to him.

“I take it you’re happy with that?”

“More than happy! Dad is gonna be so happy.”

Seeing Poe’s smile was contagious, and it didn’t take long before a smile formed on her face as well. She had decided that she was ready to take this step with Poe. They hadn’t always discussed the future, but it was like they would be a part of each other for some time. At least Aurora wanted to think of a future that involved her and Poe together. She hadn’t been with anyone like him before, and it all seemed to go perfectly. Of course they had moments where they fought but nothing would last too long before someone apologized and they worked it out. A future with Poe didn’t seem so bad to her.

“Hey, Ro? I know we’re supposed to be celebrating, but you paused it right before Aragorn is going to toss Gimli and that’s one of my favorite parts.” Mumbling, Poe took the remote out of her hands and hit the play button. Her head buried in his neck as she let him watch his movie.

“Love you… .” She whispered faintly as she closed her eyes and listened to the rest of the movie. Missing the large smile that had taken over Poe’s face as he dropped a kiss to her hair.

#TW: Mentions of sex #Domestic fluff #If you look closely then there's some plot #Poe Dameron x Oc #My oc #My Writing #Mar's Writing

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idjitlili · 4 years

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Legolas x reader

Imagine distracting the enemy with your twerking that wasn’t twerking because you can’t twerk. So it’s just you facing away from the enemy, gripping above your knees hunched over, pushing your bum in the air, like you were skiing.

Damn after the twerking bit , it gets bad, but let me know what you think.

Word count:1844

You were apart of the fellowship , Boromir had died days ago. You , Aragorn, gimil, and legolas were looking for merry and

pippin ,Who were kidnapped. So you all were tracking the hobbits. Legolas had already said “they are taking the hobbits to Isengard. “ in which you continued on your search.

That was until you spotted a group of riders, you assumed the others you would be fine distracting them, even though it wasn’t necessary at all. Legolas was very reluctant to let you go , but you just skipped off in response.

So here you were , in the middle of this open land, hands above your knees , hunched over, butt sticking up. You moved your butt in the air , in such a motion , it looking liked you were skiing not twerking.

Legolas , Gimil, Aragorn sat behind a bush watching you in confusion, while you moved your ass like a train.

Legolas furrowed his eyebrows ,”what is she doing?” He was more that confused.

“It seems she is trying to seduce the riders with a dance.” Aragorn was even confused by what he had just said, you weren’t from this world if you hadn’t guessed, well you should know. Dumbass.

“Is this a human courting ritual , Aragorn?” Gimil asked , smirking at legolas.

“Not of one I have heard of.”

“We cannot let her be on her own., who knows what they will do to her, after seeing something so suggestive.” Legolas Spoke angrily , before leaping towards you. You didn’t hear legolas charge towards you but you heard Gimil and Aragorn , you turned your head to look at them confused. Still attempting to twerk, then you suddenly the riders had surrounded you all.

Legolas pulled you up, Turning you around,”so much for you goes sneaking past while I distracted them.” You whispered only to earn a jab in the side from legolas’ elbow. You yelp out, at the contact.

You look up to see a man with dirty blond hair, get off his horse, a pull off his helmet to reveal his handsome face. “What brings an man, an elf , a dwarf and a women into land of Rohan..” he spoke sharply (I changed the lines sorry)

You harshly jab legolas back with your elbow, making him hiss. He looks down at you with a glare leaning down slightly,”what?” He whispers annoyed ,”that man is pretty.” You whisper into his ear. He scoffs at you straightening his back.

They go back to talking , then legolas threatens, the pretty man known as Elmer, Eomers eyes linger on you. “Miss, what was with that dance you were doing?” He questioned you.

You push your posture up, smirking at the man, “well pretty boy, I thought you and your dudes were evil ,so I was trying to distract you so my friends could find our hobbits.” A smile appeared on the mans lips “so you were willing to give your life to help find your friends , that is very noble miss..”

“Y/n, I also just thought it would be fun to shake my ass on in the open space..” , Eomer smirked at you , legolas glared at the man with stone.

“As you must ,miss y/n, it was very nice to make acquaintance with such a women, i hope that’s elf treats you right.” You face dropped, he thought you were with legolas, you looked down seeing that legolas had his arm tightly around your waist protectively. Damn bro, he smirked at Eomers words.

“Uh sir, we aren-“ legolas cut you off almost immediately “I will be sure too.” Even Gimils face was flashed with shock, Aragorn knew legolas had a huge crush on you, he simply smirked. Eomers had left shortly after leaving you two horses, you were mad.

You got on the horse behind Aragorn , too angry to be near legolas. You hoped Gimil would fall on Legolas cracking his rib. You wrapped your arms around Aragorns waist holding on for dear life.

“Fucking asshole, that blond dude was totally into my ass , I could’ve gotten laid bro, what fuck legolas.” You muttered , Aragorn heard your words chuckling, we all be began to ride in search of the hobbits.

***

There was a party in celebration of something you think it was wining the battle at helms deep but you don’t even remember clearly it was, all you know is Gimli passed out drunk.

You were drunk, you shouldn’t have worry a vest to this , the straps falling down your shoulders , revealing a little more than you would wish to reveals to strangers if you were sober.

“M-miss can I get another pin please?” You slurred slightly , she nodded her head , retrieving it and placing it infront of you.

“I think you have had enough.” Legolas spoke up trying to take away the pint from you, you simply took it from him chugging it.

“Fuck you ,you suck.” You angrily growled at legolas.

“Why?” He spoke with a low volume and hurt in his tone of voice.

“Because you ruined my chancees to get laiddd, I am real sick of being a virgin.” You glared at the Prince before walking to Eomer who sat at the bar. Legolas was heartbroken, you bitch, his mouth gapped open in shock.

You sat next to Eomer, he could 99% see down your shirt, but you didn’t even care. “Hey blonde.” You spoke towards Eomer who turned from his drinking looking at the state of your clothes , he pulled up the straps on to your bare shoulders.

“Y/n. Hello, you must make sure your straps stay up, there are a lot of dirty men around, your boyfriend wouldn’t be happy seeing them eyeing you up.” He replied concerned, he could see you were more than smashed drunk.

“Thankssss but Legolas isn’t my boyfrienddddd.” You slurred. He raised an eyebrow at you “why did he say he was then?”

“Because he like to destroy anyyy chances I have, and I hate him.” You growled at the thought of legolas. What the fuck was wrong with you, you stupid asshole , whoring around with your breasts out. What the fuck.

“Maybe he say it because he likes you, and doesn’t want you to be with anyone else but him.” Eomer shifted in his seat to ltalk to you more clearly, you look at him with confusion you had never thought about that before. You thought legolas was very handsome but he always was bitchy or protective over you, you didn’t know why. You were a bit obvious, you sobered up a little.

“How do you know that is true? That he is jealous of an man that even talks to me?” You question sincerely.

“Well he looks pretty sad right now, he keeps looking at you what did you say to him?” He glances over to legolas as do you , legolas sat swishing his drink around his cup, with a frown.

“I said he ruins my chances to get laid , and I am fed up being a virgin or something.” Shock was read on Eomers face, “god miss y/n, that tough on the lad. Anyways I’ll try help you clear him up okay?”

“How?”

“Dance with me?” You looked up with wide eyes as Eomer stood up , offering your his hand you took, he guides you to the dance floor., making sure you don’t fall.

The music changes to fast pace song, meaning you spend the next few minutes being lift into the air , spun around, and dipped. Eomer was a hella good dancer , it made the alcohol want to come back your throat and onto the floor. He was a really gentle man, he made sure your lose vest stayed up the whole time, he was very caring. You knew someone was starring at you, and you knew that was legolas.

After the dance you thanked Eomer , he wished you luck with the elven Prince , you pressed a kiss on Eomers cheek, he smiled , sorting your vest one last time. He left and walked towards his sister, you stubbled over to your friends.

“Heyyyy guys.” You waved, Aragorn smiled , Gimli was still passed out and legolas face was scrunched up in anger. Before Aragorn could say anything Legolas stood up marching towards you, “what were you doing?!” He shouted, grabbing your upper arm dragging you outside. The cold air hitting into your bare chest and arms, legolas let go of your arm, once you got further away from the bar. You wrapped your arms around yourself to try keep warm.

“I didn’t mean to upset you , legolas.” You whispered shamefully to the elf , you really didn’t mean to be so harsh to him.

“ you did more than that.” He answered eyeing your whimpering form.

“Legolas you have to understand, we aren’t together , I can talk to anyone I like.” You spoke , looking into his eyes, his cold eyes. He stood motionless in his spot, you had never seen an elf cry, you were afraid you were about to. Instead he walked off in the direction of the of where we were staying. You ran after him grabbing his wrist , making him turn to look at you , his eyes showing pain.

You looked up into his ocean that laid upon his eyes, your eyes red and watering. “Please talk to me. Please.” You begged the elf, his face full of sorrow he never intended to upset you. “ why did you have to dance all over those men,y/n?” His voice cracked, damn bro aren’t elves supposed to be smooth, stfu y/n.

“Because of you.” You replied still clutching his hand, he pulled his hand out of yours . He pulled his cloak off placing it over your shivering form.”why me?”he was beyond confused at this point he was obviously too, you were perfect for eachother. “Eomer told me you liked me,he was trying to help me make you jealous... because I like you princess.” His face brightened,” really?” You nodded in agreement. He leans down and pressed his soft lips to yours, passionately. You pull back for air.

“You know you showed a bunch of old men your breasts.” Legolas commented annoyed.

“You are old. It was an accident dude.Do you want to see them too or something?” You smirked at him he gasped at being called old.

“ I would,but you just did.” He chuckles, you look to see your shirt secure. You gasp “ OI. Not funny.”

“I love you y/n” Legolas cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking it softly.

“I love you too legolas.” He pressed his lips to yours again before grabbing your hand walking back to where you all were sleeping.

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