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elvish-sky · 3 years

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Totally and Completely in Love {Legolas x Reader}

A.N: I’m extremely proud of this. I’ve worked on it for two weeks and just really love it. I think it’s actually my favorite thing I’ve ever written, so it would mean so much to me if you guys let me know what you think of it.

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: Hey! Can I request a Legolas x (human)reader where the reader is on the quest with the fellowship and she gets a really bad fever along the way (my idea was she passes out and Legolas carries her and takes care of her - but that's just an idea, you can make it any way you wish!) and while she's in fever shaking and high temperature she accidentally admits her feelings for Legolas not even knowing what she says cause she's so very ill. With lots of fluff along the way - fluff in your fics is just amazing 🥺 OH AND plus Aragorn who's shipping them the whole time like he always does! I was thinking about this for a long time and I just had to request it! Thank you so so so sooo muchh ❤️❤️❤️ Lots of love!

Word Count: 4, 318 ....oops. My bad.

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Summary: You catch a cold and Legolas takes care of you.

Warnings: Swears, sickness/fever

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Totally and Completely in Love

You dove under the water, probing with your hands until you hit what you thought was an ankle. Yanking it, you felt the person attached stumble and join you under the water. You came up for air, laughing to see Merry spluttering as he recovered from his sudden dunking.

Leaving Rivendell some days previously, you had been excited for the journey and adventure you were about to embark on. Now, though, you were starting to feel a little worse for wear. After spotting the small waterfall and pool it flowed into, you and the hobbits had begged Aragorn to stop early for the day, desperate to wash up. After a lot of begging, he had finally agreed, and here you were.

Aragorn had wanted to get a more thorough grasp of the terrain if you were to be camping here, and Legolas and Gimli had volunteered to join him. Aragorn had rolled his eyes, knowing that he would spend a lot of time breaking up arguments and friendly competitions between the two, but they left. (You fondly recalled the time when, after a long day of walking, the two had started a competition to find the most firewood. It had ended with them having a tug-of-war with a large log while the rest of the group rolled around laughing at them, which doubled when Aragorn chopped the log in half, causing them each to fall back on their asses.) While they scouted, Sam got a fire going, and Boromir and Gandalf did who knows what, you and the other three hobbits had decided to go wash your clothes. Merry and Pippin had quickly started a fight, however, and upon seeing them in the pool with the mist spraying into the air, creating rainbows, you had stripped down to your underthings and joined them, determined to win, while Frodo looked on and called out advice from a nearby rock. It was freezing, uncomfortably so, but it was worth it to be able to feel even a little bit clean again.

“Nice one, Y/N!” he cried out now, nodding his approval as you dunked Pippin. You ignored the fact that as a human, you had a size advantage over the small hobbits, and proceeded to do a victory lap in the water.

Swimming around, you admired the natural beauty that you had somehow stumbled upon. Small cliffs rose around you, about the height of a small oak tree, sheltering the little lagoon. The waterfall cascaded down the rocks into the pool of shimmering blue water, which filtered out between a small gap in the rocks, forming a river. The green leaves of the trees were reflected in the water, giving it a teal tint, and the sun made the grains in the rocks sparkle. All of this gave the small area a truly ethereal look.

You were suddenly startled from your reverie by two hobbit-sized shapes crashing into you from above. While you had been admiring the scenery, Merry and Pippin had climbed onto the rocks to ambush you. Forcing your head underwater, they giggled as you came back up, gasping. Their amusement quickly turned to fear as you turned to them with a devilish glint in your eyes. You tackled them and smirked as their faces turned to twin looks of outrage. “What was that for?”

“You guys jumped me! I did what I had to do.” You leaned back in the water, very pleased with yourself as you heard a stifled chuckle from the nearby rocks.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you, Frodo?” Pippin was advancing on him now, looking comically angry. Merry grabbed him and whispered something in his ear that you couldn’t quite hear. Pippin nodded, his face turning serious.

“We should go back to the campsite, see if there’s any food.” Merry was now climbing onto the shore and tucking his shirt into his wet trousers.

“You just want to steal some of Sam’s stew before everyone else!” Pippin elbowed him. “And what if I do?” Merry set off running towards the campsite, Pippin following him with a curse and a shout of, “Now he’ll eat it all and there’ll be none left for me!”

You made your way onto the shore a bit more sedately. Once out of the water, you began shivering and hastened to get redressed. Frodo had looked away, blushing, when you climbed out of the water, and you teased him. “C’mon Frodo, everything important is covered!”

This was true, you had kept your wrappings over your chest on, as well as your other undergarments. “Still,” the hobbit kept his eyes averted as you tugged your tunic over your head, lacing it as you spoke, “it’s not proper.” You shook your head at him in pretend exasperation. “I’m decent, let us go see if Merry really did eat all the stew.”

Sitting around the fire with your companions, you would have been quite content had you still not been so cold. Sam’s stew had warmed you for a little while, but now you were hunched over in your still-damp clothes, shivering. “Are you all right, Y/N?” Legolas looked down at you from his perch on the log next to you, concern in his eyes. “Yes,” you nodded, teeth chattering. “Just cold.”

“Well, maybe Legolas could warm you up?” Aragorn winked at you.

“No!” you cried, and then leaned over and punched Aragorn’s arm.

“Ow! What was that for?” he exclaimed, but you just sat back, pleased with yourself, yet still shivering.

Legolas looked uncertain for a second, then wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you close to his warmth. You unconsciously pressed closer against him, drawn to the heat emanating from his body. As you did, he stiffened. He then jumped up, leaving you sitting there, confused as he made his way over to his pack. Grabbing something, he came back over and held it out to you.

“You’re freezing because your clothing is soaked!” He informed you and the group of this. “Yes, Legolas, I know. I’m the one wearing the soaked clothes.” You attempted to say this deadpan, but it was ruined by the clicking sound of your teeth chattering.

“Well, I was thinking- I don’t have pants that’ll fit you, but you can wear my tunic.” He blushed. “It might be a little large, but at least it’s dry.”

“Oh, no Legolas, I’m fine, really.” You didn’t want him to notice how you were nervously playing with your hair, something you always did when embarrassed.

“Really, Y/N. Take it.” He shook it at you, and, sighing, you stood and grabbed it out of his hand. “Thank you, Legolas.” You made your way to the edge of the campsite, grabbing a new set of wrappings for your breasts before disappearing into the forest to change.

Behind a tree, you lifted the damp tunic over your head and rewrapped your chest with practiced ease. You then pulled Legolas’ soft tunic on. It was rather large on you, falling a little lower on your legs than yours usually did. It hit your waist at a nice angle, however, accentuating it nicely. The real issue was the neckline. It had no laces and was much deeper than you usually wore, exposing a lot more skin than you were used to. After unsuccessfully trying to close the v-neck in some way, you gave up and just prayed no one would look too closely.

Walking back into the campsite, you draped your wet tunic over your pack, hoping it would dry overnight.

“I feel much warmer now, thank you.” You sat back down on the log next to Legolas. His eyes drifted across your body, taking in the sight of you in his clothes. “It looks good on you.” He blushed, and you tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear, feeling rather pleased by the compliment.

“Hey, lovebirds!” came a shout from across the fire. Boromir was sitting with Merry and Pippin and was unwrapping something encased in leaves. You quickly scooched apart from Legolas, fidgeting, and craned your neck to see what Boromir had.

“What is that?” Legolas was just as curious, and just as embarrassed.

“While you were all off doing stuff earlier, I went and gathered some berries!” Boromir finished unwrapping them and held them up triumphantly. You could see strawberries and blueberries spilling out onto the leaves, and licked your lips in anticipation. After taking a few, Boromir passed the pouch around the fire, and everyone took a couple. You bit into a strawberry, savoring the sweetness.

“These are delicious, thank you, Boromir.” Aragorn was trying to speak around a mouthful of blueberries, which just caused the blue juice to run down his chin. Soon, you were all giggling at each other devouring the fruit, not caring if any got on your faces. Even Gandalf had a streak of blue running into his long grey beard, a fact that amused Pippin greatly. Finished, you leaned back with a sigh, patting your stomach with satisfaction.

“Thank you, Boromir. Truly, they were a wonderful treat.”

“Happy to, Y/N!” And indeed he did look pleased to see everyone enjoying something he had done for them.

You made your way down to the waterfall, this time accompanied by the whole Fellowship except Gandalf, who had stayed behind to tend the fire. You all splashed water on your faces to clean them of the sticky berry residue. You were careful to just get your face wet, not wanting to dampen Legolas’ tunic, but even with just your face you still got really cold again. Shivering, you turned and walked back to the campsite, admiring the stars shining above the foliage.

Reaching the campsite, you walked over to your bedroll and dragged it closer to the fire. Not so close that people would be worried, but close enough that you could hopefully soak up the meager warmth as the flames dwindled into embers overnight. You climbed in under your blanket and curled up in a ball to preserve as much body heat as possible. Lulled by the crackling of the fire and the soft murmurs of your friends getting ready for the night, you drifted off to sleep, grateful that you weren’t on the watch list that night.

“Y/N. Wake up, it’s time to go.” You were shaken awake the next morning by Legolas, who smiled at you fondly before moving on to help pack up. Stretching, you sat up and immediately recoiled. Your head hurt. And you were cold. And also somehow hot. And you felt a tad bit woozy. But you were fine, you didn’t want to hold up the journey, so you gathered the courage and emerged from your bedding, rolling it up and packing it away as you hissed in discomfort.

Walking across the campsite, your arm was grabbed by Aragorn, who pulled you off to the side. “Are you ok? You look out of sorts.” It was true, you were shaking a little bit with chills, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, I’m completely fine, Aragorn. Don’t worry about me!” You faked a smile in an attempt to prove that you were, as you said, fine. Pulling your arm out of his grasp, you shouldered your pack and set off behind Boromir.

As the day went on, you felt fainter and fainter. One second you would feel like you were a furnace, the next you thought you’d never be warm again. It was taking all your energy to focus on simply putting one foot in front of the other, but you kept going, determined not to be the cause of any delays.

After you had stopped for lunch, Legolas drifted to the back of the group to walk with you. Noticing your shakiness earlier, he had decided to check on you.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” His gaze met yours, and the touching concern in his eyes almost made you stumble, although to be fair anything could have made you stumble, you were so tired at this point.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? Seriously, Legolas, I’m fi-” Your body finally gave up on you, and you passed out. The elf was not expecting this and tried to catch you as you fell, succeeding only in slowing you down so that you hit the ground gently, cradled in his arms. Feeling your forehead, he sucked in a breath of shock.

“She’s burning up.” He informed the rest of the Fellowship, who were all gathered around the two of you like a bunch of concerned mother hens.

“We cannot stop yet.” Aragorn looked worried.

“I will carry Y/N until we camp for the night.” Boromir volunteered. Had you been conscious, you would have protested being carried at all. You wouldn’t have cared who you were carried by. But someone else did.

“No, Boromir. I’ll carry her.” With this Legolas scooped you into his arms, startling Boromir with his determination. Aragorn just smirked. “Let us continue, then.” And they set off, you in Legolas’ arms, head resting against his chest.

Legolas heard Pippin softly asking Aragorn questions as they moved. “I don’t understand, why did Y/N catch a cold but we did not?”

“Hobbits are hardier folk than us humans. You can withstand much harsher conditions. It is why I did not join you in the water, and I have elvish blood, so it would not have been as bad for me as it is for Y/N.” The elf secretly did not know much about humans and their sicknesses, so he found this explanation rather helpful.

Legolas kept looking down at you, marveling at how, even sick, you looked so peaceful. You wore a faint smile as if you were having a pleasant dream.

“Legolas?” You whispered, squirming in his arms. He jolted at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth.

“Y/N? Are you awake?” He brushed your hair out of your face and saw that your eyes were still closed. He figured it was just you having a dream about the Fellowship, his name just happened to be the one you mentioned. Then you spoke again.

“I love you, Legolas.” He stopped in shock as you shifted in his arms again.

“You love me too? That’s good.” You sighed, wiggling your nose in that cute way Legolas liked, head still resting against his chest.

The elf, meanwhile, was standing there. Dumbstruck, with you fast asleep in his arms, he stood there until an unsuspecting Gimli crashed into him from behind.

“Lad! Yeh don’t just stop in the middle of the path! Keep moving!”

Legolas was still too shocked to come up with a retort, so he silently stepped to the side, letting the dwarf pass. Aragorn was next but paused to get Legolas to keep walking. “Legolas. What is wrong? Do you grow weary of carrying Y/N?”

“No!” The elf turned away from Aragorn, fearing that the man would insist on taking you.

Aragorn backed up a step, hands in the air. “Very well then. If you are not tired, why are you so on edge?”

“Y/N was talking in her sleep.”

“So? What does that have to do with yo- Legolas, why are you blushing?!” The ranger looked very amused by the flushed elf. “What, exactly, did she say?”

“She, um, well- she said she loved me.” Legolas was trying very hard not to meet Aragorn’s eyes.

Meanwhile, Aragorn had a shit-eating grin on his face. “Well, that is wonderful news! Now the two of you can stop the ridiculous flirting and pining.”

“Aragorn- you do not think she could have meant it?” Legolas was now looking at his friend, and Aragorn could see the beginnings of hope in his eyes.

“Of course she meant it! She was having a dream, about you, and told you she loved you. How could it be any clearer?”

“Well, that’s just it. It was a dream. It probably did not mean anything.” As Legolas spoke, Aragorn saw him convince himself that it was not true. “Legolas.” The blond turned his head and looked Aragorn in the eyes.

“I believe that Y/N means what she said in that dream. I have seen it in the way she acts with you. If you do not, then I cannot convince you. But I will say- ask her about it when she wakes up. Just mention the dream.”

With that Aragorn sped up, leaving a conflicted, confused, and still blushing Legolas walking slowly at the back of the group.

“I think you should tell her,” came a voice from down near his elbow. Legolas’ gaze drifted down to focus on Merry, who had somehow appeared next to him while he was lost in thought. “Tell her what?” The elf tried to deny everything, but Merry wasn’t having it.

“Tell her that you love her!” The hobbit looked so earnest that Legolas couldn’t help but listen to him. Merry continued, “I know if I loved someone, I’d want them to know. Not even because we could lose our lives at any moment, just because I think they deserve it. It’s like in the old stories Mr. Bilbo used to tell. She deserves to know you love her, Legolas. Tell her before it’s too late.”

Struck by the serious set of the hobbit’s face, and emotions in his eyes, Legolas nodded. “All right then. I guess I’ll ask her tonight.” He looked nervous, but then his eyes drifted down to look upon your sleeping form, cradled in his arms, and his face softened.

“Don’t let Boromir or Gimli see you looking at her like that, though- they’ll think you’ve gone soft!” And with that, Merry bounded back up to walk with Pippin.

Legolas was again by himself (well, not entirely, you were still there, but that might not count because you were unconscious), left to mull over his thoughts. He had been bluffing with Merry, he was most certainly not going to ask you about your feelings for him that night, but reflecting on the hobbit’s words something struck him. You were all on a perilous quest, it would be better for you to know now. And he could just ask you about your dream, inquire after your sleep. He didn’t have to confess to anything unless you did- which he was sure wasn’t going to happen, who could love him? But it did sound like a decent plan, so he decided to go through with it.

Just as that thought of resolve crossed his brain, you stirred. Opening your eyes, you gazed blearily at the world around you until your gaze came to rest on the face above you.

Blinking, it came into focus. “Legolas? What- why are you carrying me? What happened?”

“You fainted, Y/N. We think you have a fever, you must have caught a cold from swimming yesterday.” He was still walking as he spoke.

“Ok. Well, thank you for carrying me. I can walk now.”

When he didn’t, you asked again. “I’m fine, Legolas. Really, put me down.”

He still refused to do so.

“Put me down, Legolas!”

Finally, he answered. “I will not. I will carry you until we camp tonight.”

Overhearing him, Aragorn called out back to you. “Well, it’s a good thing we just found a place to camp!”

“Frodo, would you mind grabbing me Y/N’s pack from Aragorn and just spreading out her bedroll so she can rest?” Legolas was walking over to a spot he thought you would like as he spoke. Frodo came over with your bedroll, laying it out on a nice, flat area of ground. As pleased as you were, you still had to protest.

“I do not need rest, Legolas. What I need is for you to put me down!”

Sensing that perhaps it was just best to do as you said, the elf gently eased you to your feet. The second you were standing, you started to feel dizzy, and the chills came back. You fell back into Legolas’ waiting arms, too tired to stand.

“Okay, fine, maybe I do need to rest.” You yawned as he lowered you onto your bedroll, tucking the blankets in around you. “But I don’t want to be here, away from everyone. Carry me over to sit around the fire.” You made a regal face as Legolas picked you back up. The fire was crackling in the center of the small clearing, and everyone else was gathered around as Sam served supper.

“So demanding,” he muttered under his breath, jokingly. “Oh!” You were playfully offended.

He set you down, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders before settling next to you. Sam passed you a bowl of stew, and you inhaled the scent of it.

“Rabbit and potato tonight?” You could always guess what was in it.

“How do you guess right every time?” Pippin was amazed.

“I guess I just have a refined, expert sense of smell,” you declared and dug into the delicious stew.

Sighing, you placed your bowl on the ground, empty, and leaned into Legolas’ side. He stiffened, surprised, before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and drawing you closer to him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better, thank you. Still tired, but I’m not as cold.”

He nodded and looked back at your companions around the fire. Who, in fact, were all staring at the two of you. Again. You scooched away from the elf, realized just how cold it was away from his arms, and promptly moved back closer to him, burying your face in his chest to titters from the group around you.

“Oh, shut up.” You didn’t care, Legolas was warm and you were cold, it was as simple as that. Nothing else. Or at least, that was what you were telling yourself.

Later that night, after you had wobbled back over to your bedroll with the help of Merry and Pippin each propping you up on one side, you lay there, unable to sleep. You didn’t understand why- you were very tired, you just couldn’t sleep. Your tossing and turning must have caught the attention of the person, or rather, elf, on watch, as he came over and sat down next to you.

“Are you okay?” He looked worried.

“Fine. I just can't seem to fall asleep.” You sat up, now at eye level with the blond archer.

“Ah. Well, unfortunately, I do not know how to get you to sleep, but I can keep you company if that is all right.” You nodded, and the two of you sat there, looking up at the stars glowing in the sky, framed like a portrait by the foliage of the trees surrounding the clearing.

After a while, he spoke again. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“What were you dreaming about earlier?”

You tucked your hair behind your ear, embarrassed as you recalled the dream from earlier where you and Legolas had fallen in love. Deciding that denial was the best course of action here, you spoke. “I did not dream.”

“Y/N. You were talking in your sleep.”

Uh oh.

“What did I say?”

Now he was blushing. You internally prepared yourself for whatever embarrassing thing he was about to say, ready to deny your feelings.

“You, um… well, you said you loved me.”

You wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Legolas. It was just a silly, dream, it meant nothing, I don’t feel that way about you at all…” Babbling, your eyes went back to his face, unprepared for the depth of disappointment in his eyes and the sadness written there.

“You truly do not feel like that?”

After seeing his face, feeling the emotion conveyed in his voice, a small flame of hope lit in your chest. Taking a deep breath, you decided to be brave.

You took his hand, entwining your fingers with his as you took a deep breath. “I lied, Legolas. I love you.”

You saw the shock on his face. “It’s ok if you don’t feel the same, we can never speak of it again. We can go back to normal, this doesn’t have to be a big deal.” Your babbling was cut off by the elf.

“Y/N. I love you. Totally and completely, with every fiber of my being, I love you.”

Shyly, you reached your hand out and brushed his cheek.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“That’s good.”

He laughed. “You said that after I told you in your dream!”

“I did?”

He nodded. “Now, let’s see if you can get some sleep. It’s late.”

He moved so that you were between his legs, head resting on his chest as he leaned up against a rock. You snuggled in close, and he began rubbing circles on your shoulder. He began to softly hum, a tune you did not recognize but liked just the same. Lulled by his soft voice and the motions of his hands, you drifted into a deep, wonderful sleep.

Legolas sat there, you in his arms, marveling at the turn of events. A movement from Aragorn’s bedroll startled him, but he made sure not to wake you up. The ranger sat up, facing him.

“I told you so.” Aragorn winked at him, looking mightily pleased with himself.

“Well, now that you’re awake, you might as well begin your shift of watch!” Legolas looked triumphant and watched as the ranger sighed and rose, moving over to sit on a boulder that overlooked the whole camp.

“Get some sleep, Legolas,” Aragorn advised.

Careful to not wake you, Legolas moved so that he was lying next to you, arm wrapped around your waist and chin resting just above your head. He sighed and felt himself slowly drift off to join you, his beloved, in the land of sleep.

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bonjour-rainycity · 3 years

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Late in the Night | Part Two

Previous Part

Pairing: One-sided ( or is it ;) ) Legolas x Female Reader

Rating: G

Word count: 1416

Warnings: None

A/n Okay friends, oops. I wrote the first chapter in the first person and suddenly decided that I want to do the rest of it in the third. This is why I usually outline my fics but this one I wrote on a whim — whoops! Sorry about that. Maybe one day I’ll go back and fix it, but for now I’ll just leave it as is. And also, I’m taking a lot of setting and characterization liberties with this story because it’s just something I want to have fun with rather than extensively plan out. Hope you don’t mind :)

Legolas’ POV

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

As he walks, Legolas berates himself, and as he berates himself, he continues to walk.

Because really, there’s no break from either.

He replays the moment from the night before over and over in his head and just can’t work it out. Something he said seemed to have damaged his relationship with Y/n. She was still friendly to him, but distant. Something he did or said or a facial expression he made, maybe, seemed to take all the warmth from their interactions, the warmth that she usually reserved just for him.

Or, he thought she did.

Maybe he was reading too much into things. Maybe there was never any special look just for him, or a softness in her voice when she said his name only, or a light in her eyes when he made her laugh. Maybe he was completely wrong, and they weren’t teetering on the edge of something more than friends.

Doesn’t she know that elves take things extremely seriously, and he wouldn’t have offered to bring her home with him, introduce her to his father and his people, and help her build a life in his homeland if he didn’t….if he didn’t….

But it doesn’t matter, he grumbles inwardly. Because it’s obvious she doesn’t feel the same way. She must have realized the gravity of what it meant when I offered, and is now trying to tell me she doesn’t want that.

But even as his head tries to convince him to let her go, to let the tenderness he feels for her fade away, his eyes find hers. She notices his gaze, and raises a questioning eyebrow. It’s accompanied by a kind smile, but that’s the smile she gives everyone. Foolishly—possessively—immaturely, he wishes to see his smile again.

He tears his eyes from hers, trying to pull himself out of his own head. Instead, he turns his focus to his senses, exploring the area around them, doing his part to keep his companions safe. After all, it’s nearly sunset, and as the light fades, so does the eyesight of many. His ears pick up on something far in the distance, and he jogs to catch up with Aragorn.

“Are you sure about this?”

Aragorn falls into step with his friend. “I have considered the risk extensively, and there is no avoiding it. We need to resupply, and I fear not only for morale but for physical health if we don’t all get a proper meal and rest safe from the elements. Besides, it’s a sizable but remote human village, quite isolated from the rest of the world. By the time news of our presence travels, we will be long gone on an alternate path.”

Legolas nods, accepting his wise friend’s assessment. Even to him, the idea of an actual rest holds great appeal — he can’t even imagine the pull it will have for his friends.

Eventually, the others begin to notice that, rather than going in a wide berth around the rising smoke that hints at a town, they head straight for it. Legolas can physically feel their excitement, and can’t stop from feeling a bit giddy himself.

Aragorn calls for a halt in the woods near the town’s gate, and the group gathers close. They are still concealed, and Legolas wonders if Aragorn has changed his mind, if he’s going to make them go back?

But thankfully, Aragorn has no such intentions. In fact, he has a very different sort of plan.

“Right,” he starts, fixing them all with a level stare. “We cannot enter all ten of us at once, that would be too conspicuous. Instead, we shall go in smaller groups that still make strategic sense. There is to be no interaction between the groups, except for pleasantries that you would exchange with anyone else. We will take staggered entrances and leave the same way, meeting up tomorrow morning a mile west. I know this town, and it has two small inns — we will split ourselves between them. Gandalf and I will go first to the inn on the West side of town. After half an hour has passed, Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry — you all will join us. Shortly after I leave, so shall Boromir and Gimli, but to the inn on the East side. After a good amount of time has passed, Legolas and Y/n, you join them.”

The companions grin, finding excitement in Aragorn’s game of deception, but Legolas feels a sense of unease grow in his stomach. He has not been alone with Y/n since last night, and a tension has obviously arisen between them. He turns his head to find Y/n avoiding his gaze, but she does not protest to Aragorn’s grouping of them, so neither does he. Perhaps their time alone will give them the chance to sort out whatever he’s done to upset her.

As decided, Aragorn and Gandalf leave first, followed closely by Boromir and Gimli. Y/n sits on the ground chatting quietly with Pippin and Merry, while Legolas joins Sam to guard Frodo, as they know Aragorn would want them to do. When enough time has passed for the hobbits to leave, Y/n waves them goodbye, wishing them sweet dreams in a warm bed.

The silence of the night that Legolas had become so accustomed to is marred by the harsh nosies of the human town. It doesn’t seem to bother Y/n, who raises herself from the ground and peeks curiously through the trees. “You know, it’s the first time in months we’ve all slept apart from each other.” Legolas finds himself perplexed as Y/n shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “Gosh, I sound so codependent.”

But Legolas just smiles, knowing well the sort of bond that forms between those who fight together. “No, I understand. It will be strange. But it might be nice to have a room all to yourself. None of Gimli’s snoring to worry about.”

Y/n snorts, crossing her arms and regarding Legolas with the smile he had been aching to see all day.

But as quickly as it appears, it fades from her face, replaced with a contemplative set in her brow. She looks conflicted, but he can’t for the life of him figure out why. She doesn’t take her eyes from his, and he’s too captivated to look away. Legolas takes a step forward, the darkness and her eyes and just her calling to him, asking him to come closer. Is he imagining the spark of hope in her eyes? Valar, he prays not.

Somehow, he finds himself standing right in front of her, when just seconds ago he’d been at least a yard away. Y/n tilts her head up to look at him, and the way the moon sparkles in her eyes and lights the soft curve of her cheek — he feels his hand raise, he wanted to brush his fingers and see if it’s as smooth as it looks. He wants to hold her in his arms, and beg her to forgive him for whatever wrong he committed that kept her warmth from him that day.

Y/n worries her bottom lip, still looking up at him with those wide, guarded eyes. He sees something shift in them, and knows a decision had been made, but what?

“Legolas, I need to—”

Crack!

Legolas has his bow nocked and whirls around before he even has time to fully register the sound.

He notices the squeak of hinges that accompanies the sharp smack of the wood, and lowers his bow, feeling startled still, despite the innocent nature of the noise.

“It’s alright,” he mutters to Y/n, who has only just pulled her knives from their scabbards. Absently, he feels worry for his human friend, who, with the slow reflexes that are a fault of her kin, could have already been killed, had the threat been serious. “It’s just the gate.”

“Oh.” She blinks, and puts her weapons away somewhat stiffly. “We should go, shouldn’t we? No sense in standing around in the dark longer than necessary.”

Legolas turns his head back to her, and knows the moment has passed. The certainty he saw before has vanished, and the wall between them risen again.

He returns his bow to his back, trying to ignore the crushing disappointment he feels. “Right. After you.” He waves her forward, and they start on the path to the gate.

A/n So now we’ve got a look into Legolas’ head! What did you think? Likes, comments, and reblogs make me so so happy, and let me know if you would like a tag :)

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Pippin ~ I Promise

1,300 Followers Challenge!

Round 2

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Requested by @unadulteratedwizardlove

Words: 1,229

Warnings: Female Reader, mild angst, talk of events in Lord of the Rings, good end

The four of them were all glad to be home, and even though there was a sense of melancholy around it, they couldn’t help but relax, soon making their way to the Green Dragon and sharing a drink. A celebration of being home.

“Peregrin Took!”

Pippin spat out a mouthful of his drink, his face instantly going pale, trying to sink down into his chair.

You marched towards them and you were furious.

“Hello Y/N!” Merry said cheerfully. “You’re looking well.”

“Don’t you start on me Meriadoc,” You snapped, stopping at the table, folding your arms. “You’re in just as much trouble for disappearing like that. Did you even think about what anyone’s reactions would be? Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”

Pippin kept his gaze on his drink, fingers tapping nervously on the side. “Er, hello Y/N! I, er, promise it wasn’t intentional.”

Your furious frown deepened. “Wasn’t intentional? I’m sure you had some opportunity to send some sort of message back?”

“Err…”

“You know what, don’t bother answering,” You snapped and turned away. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Storming away, you quickly disappear through the crowd.

Merry nudges Pippin, watching after you. “Go after her Pip.”

Pippin’s face goes almost ashen white. “I…I don’t know if I can.”

“If you don’t,” Sam said gently. “You will lose her forever.”

“I know,” He said quietly. “But what do I even say? How do I make up something like this? It was never my intention to hurt her like this.”

“Then go tell her that,” Frodo said. “We all know Y/N, she’ll forgive you in time. The two of you have been too sweet on each other for years to let each other go now.”

This seemed to pick Pippin up slightly and he nods slowly, letting out a slow breath, before grabbing his drink and downing the rest of it. “Wish me luck.”

“You’ll be right Pippin,” Merry said, grinning, watching him get up. “We’ve got your back. In here. Having a few more drinks.”

“Thanks.” Pippin said a little bitterly, shooting Merry a look even as the three of the chuckle.

He hurries out, catching sight of you down on the path. “Y/N! Wait! Please!”

You keep walking, ignoring him.

Pippin caught up and stepped in time with you, looking more than a little sheepish. “Look, I know how bad this is, I know I messed up, but I want to make it up to you. I had every intention of doing so when I got back because I know I left so suddenly. What can I do?”

There were tears in your eyes as you kept walking. “Leave me alone.”

He cuts in front of you, forcing you to stop, his gaze earnest. “Please Y/N, please. What can I do?”

You stared at him. “Tell me why you left.”

“It was nothing against you,” He said gently. “And if Frodo and Sam hadn’t been in such trouble, I wouldn’t have gone at all. I could spend a long time telling you about everything that happened, and I want to share it with you, but for now, I just need you to know that this was nothing against you. There is very little in the world that would ever get me to leave you. This was just…one of those things.”

Hugging yourself, you looked away from him. “Why didn’t you write?”

Pippin stepped a little closer to you. “Honestly, I never thought about it. We spent a lot of time fearing for our lives, and not much time in many friendly places that even knew where we were. They were quite stunned to see a hobbit at all.”

You sighed deeply. “I was worried Pip.”

“I know,” He said softly, closing the distance, his hands resting reassuringly on your arms. “And I’m sorry. Truly Y/N, I’m so, so sorry.”

Meeting his eyes, you sniffed and stepped into him, letting him pull you close, your head resting on his chest.

“I missed you,” You mumbled against him. “I missed you a lot.”

“I missed you too,” Pippin said softly. “Not a day went by that I didn’t think about you, or when Merry didn’t remind me.”

You huffed a small laugh. “I bet he enjoyed that.”

“He always does,” Pippin chuckled. “But it was nice to have that reminder every day, especially when things did get bad.”

You looked at him, worried. “Are you alright Pippin?”

Pippin smiled and kissed your forehead softly. “I am now, because I’m home and with you. That’s all that matters.” He takes your hand in his. “Will you walk with me?”

Giving his hand a squeeze, you nod, not thinking twice. “What…what happened on this journey you were on?”

The two of you start to walk and Pippin begins to tell bits and pieces of the journey, leaving out some of the more intense bits, he could tell you those later, once he’d made things up with you a bit more. You listened intently, some of the tale, although light on details, it was still making you increasingly worried for him and all that had happened. More than once you had to remind yourself that he was here, that he’d made it home.

It was many hours before the two of you finally stopped, unfazed by the lateness of the night. You sat together, overlooking the Shire, still hand in hand, as much as you were both unsure.

“How did you manage to go on such a journey, Pippin?” You asked quietly. “I don’t think I could’ve ever managed.”

Pippin chuckled lightly. “There were many times that I was unsure, but it turned out I was far more resilient than what I ever thought I could be. Merry, Frodo and Sam feel much the same I’m sure.”

“And you’re all…okay?”

He smiled at you and nodded. “A little weary and worn, especially Frodo and Sam, but we’re back. That’s what matters.”

You looked at him for a long moment, seeing more than he was telling. “Oh Pip, I know you better than that by now.”

Pippin laughed, knowing you weren’t fooled, but he shakes his head. “I never said I was highly intelligent…just extremely handsome.”

This finally got what he wanted from you, laughing at him, making his smile widen as he heart soared, having missed you and your laugh the most out of anything.

He pulled you to him, his arm wrapping around you. “See, you can’t be too mad at me now. I can still make you laugh.”

You smiled and sighed. “No, I’m still mad, but happy that you’re back and still yourself, although, maybe a little more grown up.”

“Hmmm, just don’t let that get around too much. I’d hate for people to start thinking I could be responsible.”

Laughing again, you snuggle more into his side. “That would be a tragedy. You would never have time to make it up to me.”

Pippin smiles and kisses the top of your head. “Exactly. Anything you want Y/N, I will do. Whatever you need. I don’t plan on going anywhere again anytime soon.”

You sighed, momentarily content. “Good, because I’d hate to have to run after you, something I wish I’d done when you disappeared the first time, no matter how scared I was.”

“Next time I go then, we’ll go together.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

#1300 followers challenge #round 2 #lord of the rings #pippin #pippin x female reader #pippin x reader

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minubell · 3 years

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Maybe Khamul? Or pippin from lord of the rings? Just options I thought to put out there ^^;;

I read this and immediately had an idea for an AU where in the Shortcut to Mushrooms scene in the first movie Pippin took a smidge too long getting off the road because he was focused on getting all those mushrooms, so when Khamul shows up, Pippin is still on the road and is completely ignorant to who this really strange dude is and why is he asking about Baggins?

An Alternative Route to Mushrooms

The tumble down the cliffside had been unexpected, but things were already looking up. The bag Pippin had brought along intending to fill with ill-gotten gains from Farmer Maggot’s fields were being filled now with mushrooms freshly plucked from the side of the road. It was a lucky find, a shortcut to mushrooms indeed, and almost worth the loss of the vegetables they had pilfered from the fields above.

“…-the road, quick!”

“Yes, yes,” Pippin replied with a hum, grabbing another mushroom and shoving it into the bag with the rest. “Just a minute, now.” There was a shuffle from behind him, but he only had a few more mushrooms in the bunch, so he took the extra few seconds to quickly shove them into his bag and draw the chord up tight, giving the bag a little pat.

“There,” Pippin said with a hum, standing up and turning around, about to take a step forward only to find his path blocked by a dark wall that he was fairly certain had not been there before. He hesitated then took a step backwards, looking up at the large, black horse standing before him. seated astride the massive animal as it huffed and pawed at the soil, jerking its head occasionally, as a figure wearing a black robe. The stranger’s hood was drawn up over his head, covering his face with shadows.

A wind swept between them, sending a chill through the air. Strange, considering it was only September still and not quite fall, but then again the road was covered by trees here and the shade did make things a bit cooler. The chill certainly explained why his hair was standing on end, at least.

“Mushroom?” Pippin offered politely, reaching into his bag and holding one out to the stranger. A very nice one, actually. Perhaps he should give him a little smaller one. After all, he was going to share these ones with Merry, and probably Frodo and Sam since they just ran into each other and would want some as well.

Actually, a quick look around told him that all three of them had suddenly vanished, and were mysteriously absent from the road.

Huh. Where did they go?

“Baggins?” The strange man hissed suddenly, voice inflected up as if asking a question, and he leaned down off the side of his horse until it nearly looked like he may fall right off the side and tumble to the ground. Still, he somehow managed to remain seated in the saddle, and although Pippin now had what should be a clear view to the stranger’s face, all he could see beneath the hood was swirling shadows.

Likely because it was already dark on this part of the road, due to the aforementioned trees.

“Took, actually,” Pippin replied cheerfully, dusting dirt off of his sleeves that had clung there after his tumble down the cliff, Frodo and the others temporarily forgotten. A bug scuttled over his foot and scurried away quickly, almost as if it was running away from the large horse. Understandable, a bug wouldn’t stand a chance against those hooves. “Although, my great grandmother was a Baggins. Rosa Baggins, to be exact. Her father, Ponto Baggins, was the son of Balbo Baggins, who was the first Baggins there was, which was very interesting. Lot folks in Hobbiton are related to him, you know, and-“

His voice suddenly cut off and his breath lurched as the ground dropped away from his feet. The bag of mushrooms fell to the ground with a soft thud where they remained, looking much farther away than they should. It took him a moment to get his bearings as he found himself suspended by the back of his shirt, as in one quick motion the stranger had decided to take it upon himself to lean down the rest of his way off of his horse and grab ahold of him by the jacket and lift him high into the air. Pippin had the very distinct feeling he was being watched, but his attention was quickly drawn to the metal gauntlets the stranger was wearing, one of which he could just make out the wrist of if he turned his head ‘round far as it could go to look at what was holding him up. Those were very neat looking, but would be nicer if they weren’t currently holding him up several feet off the ground.

“Baggins.” The stranger hissed again, this time its inflection level and more pointed, as if making a statement. As if declaring him a Baggins, and hadn’t he been paying attention at all?

“Took,” Pippin corrected with a small shake of his head. “Pippin, even. Not a Baggins at all, so can you put me down now?”

The stranger was silent and his head...er, hood tipped to the side appraisingly, for a few moments before complying…and placed Pippin down in the saddle as well, returning his hands to the reigns and trapping him between both of his arms. Not that there was anywhere he could go even if the arms were not there, because this was a very tall horse and he wouldn’t even know where to start to get off of it.

Uh. Hm.

“On the ground, if you please,” Pippin quickly stated because this was not what he had in mind when he asked to be put down, but he went ignored as the stranger lapsed into silence. “Excuse me?” With a lurch of its head, the horse took a step forward, then another. “Hello?” A sharp tug at the reigns had the horse pulling to the side, turning around, and walking back the way it came, away from the Shire. He turned around, trying to peek beyond the dark cloak to look back at the road, only to come to a startling, horrible realization.

“My mushrooms!”

#khamul #pippin #peregrin took #ficlet #spades-of-indigo #Khamul is like welp this one is good enough #It is daytime out and i cannot think well #he said hes related to a baggins and something is better than nothing #Pippin out here like oh yes there are many baggins actually did you want a specific one or just in general baggins?

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IMAGINE: Frodo falling in love with you but feels insecure about it

Pairing: Frodo Baggins x Reader

Requested: Yes (hi! first off, thanks for existing. I'd like to request a frodo x reader where the reader is a warrior of some kind, and he falls in love with them over the course of the journey but is maybe self conscious because he's just a hobbit? i don't know it's not a very well thought out request, we just need more frodo x reader in the world.) -Anonymous

Summary: Frodo can’t help but fall in love with you. But he’s very self conscious because he’s nothing more than an ordinary hobbit

Race is not specified, but you’re not a hobbit in this

You never learned of the existence of hobbits until the council meeting held at Rivendell. A hobbit named Frodo Baggins, a ring bearer, volunteered to take the ring to Mordor. This threw you off guard, you wanted to know how something as small as him managed to come across something so dangerous, but you pushed those wonderings aside.

Everybody made fun of you and Boromir, the warriors of the group, for being so fond of the hobbits. While he cared for Merry and Pippin, you often looked after Frodo and Sam, and you had to save Frodo more than Sam since Sam’s skills of smacking an enemy with his frying pan were pretty good.

Frodo began developing a crush on you, and he treated it like any other crushes he had before. Then, he remembered you two didn’t really balance out the way he would like to. You were much more taller and stronger than he will ever be, and while that did not change his feelings for you in any way, it started to make him feel a little insecure. You also may or may not have almost stepped on him one time.

Then, he began falling in love with you, and that was where he totally didn’t know what to do anymore. A crush was nothing compared to this. That did not mean Frodo has never fallen in love before, but this was his first time falling in love with someone that’s not a hobbit and physically completely different to him.

On one regular day, a day without encountering orcs, Frodo found some flowers he thought were beautiful, and hoped you would like them as well. Aragorn had assisted him in cutting the flowers for him, and he asked him why he needed them in the first place, but Frodo was too distracted he didn’t even hear Aragorn at all, so he walked over to you with the flowers.

You were sitting and admiring your sword, and you looked up to see Frodo holding a bouquet with a timid expression, and you frowned. You never liked seeing him so upset. “What is the matter, Frodo?” You asked, leaning over to him. He did not respond, but he handed you the bouquet and you gladly took it, examining it.

“These are quite interesting flowers, don’t you think? In a good way, of course.” It was not the kind of flowers people offered you, but it still looked really nice in it’s own way. You held on the flowers while Frodo sat next to you, still looking bothered. “You never answered my question, Frodo. I asked you what’s the matter. Though, you do not have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Frodo only shook his head at you. “Nothings wrong, I’m just, really nervous at the moment.”

“What are you nervous about, specifically?” You asked him. Frodo sighed. He hated lying to you, but he didn’t want to tell you every single detail. He’s not comfortable enough confessing to you at this moment, even though he knew he has to sometime. “I found someone.” He admitted, avoiding your gaze.

You nodded, understanding what he meant. “Back in the Shire?” You asked, and he bit his lip and nodded, basically lying to you. But it’s not like you can read minds, so you actually believed it and went along with it. “Tell me more about this lucky hobbit you admire.” You smirked, and he began rambling, making some stuff up, but also using some of your own traits he personally admired.

“...but even if I do return to the Shire alive, I can’t tell them.” He finished, making you look at him, confused. “And why can’t you tell them?” You asked. “Because they already have someone else. They were already with them before I started to love them. I can’t tell them, that’s wrong considering they have a lover already. There was never a chance, I was too late either way.” He lied, but he had a look of genuine sadness, because he was thinking about you.

You saw his expression, and you immediately felt bad, so you pulled him in a hug to comfort him. “I’m truly sorry, Frodo, as I don’t know how to help, as much as I would like to. Of course, it may be best to leave it alone, you have to consider what they would think if you told them, even if you were completely comfortable to do so. But they are still your good friend, and if you can’t be with them, it doesn’t matter, because friendships completely matter too. It’s way better than nothing.” You pulled away looked at him in the eyes, softly grasping his shoulders, and he didn’t respond, only nodding at you, before walking away.

Frodo was not watching where he was going, so he accidentally bumped into someone, and looked up to meet eye contact with Legolas. “I’m sorry, Mister Legolas!” He apologized, embarassed. “It is completely all right, do not worry, Frodo.” Legolas reassured. Frodo started to walk past him, but then Legolas called for him, making Frodo look back at him.

“May I ask, what is going on between you and (Y/N)?” Legolas asked him, and Frodo began blushing uncontrollably. Frodo did not need to say anything else, as Legolas already knew. “Ah. You like them.” He assumed correctly. Frodo looked defeated, and Legolas placed a finger on Frodo’s chin and pulled up, making him look at him.

“You can trust me with this, Frodo, I promise you. I am not a child, I will not tell anyone else.” He told him, then placed a finger on his lips to represent him keeping it as a secret. Frodo nodded. “Don’t you think it’s wrong? I mean, I’m only a hobbit. They didn’t know we existed until the council meeting. We’re ants compared to them. Plus, they almost stepped on me one time, and I don’t doubt it might happen again.” He spoke his thoughts, managing to not look away from Legolas.

He pondered for a moment, wondering what to tell him. An idea then popped up in his mind. “Well, Frodo, 60 years ago, 13 Dwarves came in our realm uninvited, so we took them in as prisoners and kept them in our cells. I had a friend, an elf, at the time, we were close, and she befriended one of those 13 dwarves.” He began. Frodo had a feeling his Uncle Bilbo told him a story about 13 dwarves.

“Their imprisonment did not last long, a hobbit had stolen the cell keys and rescued them, then escaped by getting on barrels and falling to the lake,” Frodo definitely knew this story, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Anyway, my friend and I had captured an orc and we learned the dwarf she befriended got hit with a Morgul shot. She left to look for him, and I followed. We found him in Laketown when we were rescuing a family after an orc broke in their house. We actually did not expect to see him there, he was suddenly there, along with his brother and friends.”

“So before he could die from his wound, she healed him on time. He was somewhat lost in his thought, he did not realize she was there. He only thought he was having a good dream about her. Then she asked him if she could ever love him.”

“Then, they had to go their own ways. The dwarf had his own business, so he went with his brother and friends to reunite with the other dwarves that went on without them. She could not go with them, simply because his friends didn’t like her for being an elf. But, before he left, he gave her something to remember him by, in case they never see each other again.”

“My father, the king, was angry at the fact that she simply left the realm and wandered off on her own, so she was banished. But I did not return as I was supposed to, I chose to help her out.”

“When she saw him again later, he broke her bow and taunted her about her love for the dwarf, because she disagreed with his actions to leave the dwarves to die, making him realize she, an elf, began loving a dwarf. The Battle of Erebor began later, and she heard about the dwarf, he was fighting their biggest enemies, two orcs, Azog and Bolg. So she went off to help him.”

“One of the orcs had attacked her, hurt her to the point she couldn’t instantly get up. The orc took it’s chance and began the killing blow, but the dwarf came out of nowhere and saved her, beginning a fight between them. Unfortunately, the orc got the dwarf off guard, and stabbed him in the chest, mortally wounding him. And she was there, witnessing it the entire time.”

“He was dying, and now that they have reunited, she returned the promise he gave her, she no longer needed it. She didn’t need an item to remember him, he already held a special place in her heart. Just like that, he died in her arms. He was too hurt to be able to utter out any last words.”

After the story was finished, it was silent. Neither Frodo nor Legolas knew what to say next. Frodo already knew about the dwarf and his death, Bilbo told him about it. But he did not know he loved an elf. “And what happened to your friend?” Frodo asked after a while. “She sailed west, where all elves must go one day.” Legolas responded.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re only a hobbit, Frodo. I have seen uncommon interracial relationships before. What matters is you let (Y/N) know.” Legolas advised, and Frodo nodded, his insecurity gradually leaving him, knowing of the major differences between a dwarf and an elf. Frodo nodded, thanked Legolas, then walked away.

The next time you talked to Frodo, he was in a slightly more cheerful mood, and you were glad he wasn’t looking so gloomy unlike the other day. He sat down next to you. “I’ve got something to tell you, (Y/N).” He said, and you glanced at him. “I lied to you the other day.” He confessed, and you gave him a confused look.

“What do you mean, Frodo? You told me a lot of things the other day.” You reminded him. “Oh. Right.” He mumbled, then remained silent. “You know you can tell me anything.” You reminded him.

He glanced at you. “I think I really like you, (Y/N).” He admitted. A smile formed in your lips, then you thought for a while. “So the hobbit you were talking about, they were made up?” You questioned, and he nodded in confirmation. “Were you afraid of confessing to me?” You asked, and he nodded again, a slight blush forming in his cheeks.

“I just thought it was weird, I mean, you’re capable of defending yourself and protecting others, while I seem to be only a hindrance among you all.” He expressed, looking away. You gently cupped Frodo’s face and made him look at you. “But it doesn’t matter, does it? I like you too. And do not ever think of yourself as a hindrance only. You are important in this quest.”

His face lit up at hearing your confession. You leaned closer to him and kissed his forehead. When you pulled away, you did not fail to notice his wide smile. He was truly adorable to you.

#lotr imagine #lord of the rings imagine #frodo imagine #frodo baggins imagine #frodo x reader #frodo baggins x reader

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 4 years

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Dimension Jumping pt. 4

The Fellowship x Reader

You went back to work, Pippin is triggered about cookies, and you gotta play mediator.

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After that whole mushroom scare, you elected to no longer worry about the questionable things the hobbits consume. You kinda just leave it up to Sam to help you cook and make things that everyone likes, though it's hard to please so many people every night when you're not motivated to make more than one dish.

Trips to the grocery store became a lot more expensive and frequent, and while you can definitely pay for it you know that you can't keep on like this forever.

So you've decided that the best course of action to take is alternating between working at home and at the office so you can hunt down more leads.

The reason your boss is so lenient on your attendance is because of your crystal clean record and nature of your job.

Honestly, you don't even really have to go into work as is, but being as the office is the only place you can really get some human actual interaction (not including Brian). Now though, there's not much of a reason to go.

But anyway, you decide to go into work today and have yet to tell everyone else, so when you walked out of your room that morning in your business casual outfit and greeted everyone normally, you got a bunch of weird looks.

"Are you going out somewhere? To the store again, maybe?" Pippin asks, walking up to you with curiosity in his face.

You reach down and ruffle his hair fondly, replying simply, "I'm going to work today."

"Work?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows, "What about that man who won't stop bothering you?"

Ah, you should've guessed he would ask about that, "I've just gotta deal with it, babe, it be like that sometimes."

"Are you sure that's the best idea? He came to your home, after all." Aragorn pipes up from his spot on the couch.

And guess who's in his fucking lap again? That's right, Penny. That bitch (literally).

"I'm not going to be scolded by a dog thief." You reply faux-bitterly, pouting as your gaze fixes on your white fluff ball of joy.��

"Dog thief?" He repeats incredulously, shaking his head, "Just because your dog has taken to me doesn't mean-"

You put your hand up and interrupt not so kindly, "I don't wanna hear it." From the smile threatening to come on to your face, he can tell you're not truly angry or upset, so he allows himself to laugh a bit as he runs a hand down her soft back.

"Alright," he pauses and his expression becomes more serious, "I still don't think it's a good idea, though. After you lied about being with another person, he's surely not going to be very kind."

Fair, yes, but you don't care anyway. "I'll be fine, really. The only problem I'll probably have is being worried about all of you all day..." You sigh at that admittance and turn to go put on your boots.

"If you're sure..."

"I am."

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The day went about as good as you expected it to be.

Brian was all in your business, hanging out in your work area, talking to you and asking about 'Aaron' aka Aragorn and his brother 'Beau' aka Boromir, and touching your shoulders and stuff like a total creep-so.

Of course, you didn't tell him to fuck off like you wanted to, but that okay because you don't fancy being laid off.

When you get back you're greeted by two hobbits and a fluffy puppy. The latter of which immediately jumped on you and began to wag her tail so fast that she nearly turns back time.

You crouch down and wrap your arms around her tightly, speaking in a high pitched voice, "Aw, who's my good girl? I missed you so much my sweet baby, oh I love you so much!" You kiss her multiple times and rock back and forth with her in your arms until she begins to pull back.

She turns when you let her go and trots back to Aragorn, and the glare you point at him is so withering and resentful that it could've killed a thousand men.

And by withering and resentful I mean pouty and petulantly irritated.

He laughs at your expense, but you ignore him and turn to the hobbits and smile at them brightly, "Did ya miss me?"

"Y/N, do you want a cookie?" Pippin asks suddenly, not answering your question.

"What?"

"A cookie. Like one of those round black and white cookies. Do you want one?" He clarifies, tapping his foot a few times while Merry sighs.

You look at him weirdly and shake your head no, "Um, not at the moment. No."

"How can you not want one?"

"I just don't."

"Fine, then let's say you wanted one and there were some in the cupboard. What would you do?"

"Um, I guess I'd eat one if I were in the mood."

"Exactly, that's what I'm saying." He states, nodding his head as he looks at Merry.

"Wait, what are you saying? I'm confused." He's literally making no sense.

"That if someone wants a cookie, then they should get one. It's what people do."

"I mean, yes I guess you're right..." And then it dawns on you, "Boromir and Aragon won't let you have a cookie."

"No! Even though I'm practically starving, they won't consider it. They say I must eat lunch first!" He sounds like he's been offended in the worst of ways, insulted and stripped of his rights... what a drama queen.

"And you don't find that fair?" You ask, leaning back on the balls of your feet as you look at Aragorn over the top of his head with a raised eyebrow.

Aragorn just shrugs his shoulders.

"You just said that if you wanted a cookie then you would get one, so why can't I? I'm no child, and I can make decisions for myself."

"Well, I guess that's fair. You are an adult." The only way out of this odd conversation is agreement.

"It's just not fair. If they want one they can have one, if you want one then you can have one, but if I want one? The rules don't count. Like you said, it's not fair!"

You look at Merry and ask, "Are you having the same problem as him?"

"Yes, but I don't care as much."

"Well, what are you both going to do about it? Hobbit rebellion?"

Pippin crosses his arms and grumbles, "Well, I'm going to eat lunch. Because I have to. Because the world isn't fair to hobbits."

You don't say anything to that and instead slowly walk away from the door, glancing around the room to see if anyone else is there.

"Where is everyone?" You question, walking up to Aragorn who is crouched down and petting Penny.

"Gimli and Boromir are outside with Frodo and Sam and Legolas... I'm not sure where he is."

You hum your understanding and then ask, "So, no cookies for Pippin and Merry."

He smiles at your question and chuckles quietly, standing back up to his full height, "It's not good for them to have confections without something sturdy first."

"Well I'm sure you heard, but Pippin is very torn up about it. Absolutely devastated." Of course, you're joking and he can tell as much, though his little speech there almost made you want to comply and give him some cookies against their wishes.

"Do not worry about them. Once they've eaten they'll get what they desire." He assures, looking over at the two whispering hobbits.

---

They did end up getting their cookies, luckily for them, and they ate their lunches too. Eventually, Frodo, Sam and the rest of them came back inside, and you noticed right away that they're getting sick of being cooped up inside your house 24/7.

You can probably take the taller bunch of them out at some point, but they're the least high maintenance of this group. Merry, Pippin, and Sam are just itching to go out and see more than just the rooms of your house and your backyard, and Gimli is starting to get rather stir crazy too. Frodo doesn't seem too bothered by it luckily enough, but that doesn't mean he's 100% good with staying in one place for so long.

Also, it seems that in your world that ring doesn't have any power because the dark-haired hobbit explained that he hasn't felt or heard anything from it since arriving there. What it sounds like to you is the ring lost its connection since they're in another dimension entirely, which is both good and confusing.

Anyway, you've been trying to come up with a way to take everyone out of the house at some point so they can see more than just the same things over and over, but you can't really come up with any sort of disguise or cover story that would explain the more vertically challenged 4 of them. Gimli could probably just barely pass if he were to wear taller shoes, and Legolas could probably get by with a hat to cover his ears... but still.

You don't bring this issue up yet, but you do know that eventually, they'll want to leave and see some more so that they don't go mad inside your house.

"Y/N?" Someone says loudly suddenly.

You look over quickly and see Legolas staring straight into your soul.

Was he talking to you? Did he ask you a question or something? Oh god, you don't know! "Um... yeah?"

"You did not hear what I said." He states matter of factly, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

You shake your head 'no' slowly, sheepishly rubbing the back of your head. "N-No, sorry... I was, er, thinking about something."

"May I ask what?" Ever the curious bastard.

"It's nothing important really, what were you saying?"

Your quick change in subject does not go by unnoticed, but there is no questioning on it on his part either. Instead, he repeats what he said before, "I only wished to know if I could accompany you on your next outing."

"Um, well yeah that'd be nice but you'd have to like, wear a hat or something. Your ears will freak people out." You realize how that sounds right away and backtrack quickly, "N-Not that I think your ears are weird or anything! It's just people haven't seen anything like it here, s-so..." Oh god, why did you have to say it like that?

He raises a delicate blond eyebrow and chuckles lightly, observing your flustered form with humor sparkling in his eyes, "I know you meant no offense. Please, you needn't be so wary of me or your words."

He has such a whimsical way of speaking, and you find that you like it quite a bit. "Right, sorry... Well, um you can come with me but you've gotta wear a hat." This time when you say it, you say it with a bit more confidence.

"I can do that." He replies easily.

---

"Y/N?" Sam calls from his spot on the couch next to you.

You turn your head away from the TV and look down at him, raising an eyebrow, "Yeah?"

"Do you abuse drugs? Like how you told that man Boromir does."

You laugh nervously and answer his question with a question, "Why do you ask?"

"Because you seemed to know a lot about it when you explained it the other day."

There is silence for all of 10 seconds. "Well you're damn right I abuse drugs. I see a drug, and I push the hell out of it! Get lost drugs." You exclaim, crossing your arms over your chest.

Sam looks at you weirdly and asks more slowly this time, "But I thought they weren't alive?"

"They aren't. It was a joke."

Realization spreads across his face and he smiles this time, "Oh! Well, it was really funny!"

You know it wasn't but you take it anyway and look back at the TV. "Well of course it was. I'm hilarious if you haven't already noticed." You don't actually find yourself to be that funny, but if you keep up the confidence and pretend like you know what you're doing; then no one else will question you or your humor. Why did he even ask you that anyways, it was completely random...

"Why did you ask?" You question with furrowed eyebrows.

Sam's smile fades a bit but doesn't disappear completely, "Oh, well you see I was just thinkin' an awful lot about it and then I figured I might as well just ask since you've never been against answerin' my questions before."

Fair enough.

You nod your head in understanding and say nothing more about it.

This comfortable silence prevails for a little while before there is a sudden crash in the guest room and some yelling.

You almost get up to go ask what's going on, but Pippin storms out before you have to and goes to join everyone else outside. With a raised brow you turn your head to look back at Sam, but he only rolls his eyes and grumbles, "Those two are always gettin' into something."

---

Later that night while everyone is winding down and getting ready for bed, though you're still in the living room with your laptop on your legs.

The TV has long since been turned off so the only sound in the room is the soft clacking of your fingers hitting the letter keys.

You look up sharply at the sound of a door opening and closing and see Merry leaving the guest room with a sour expression on his face.

Right away curiosity gets the best of you, but you don't say or do anything right away and instead opt to watch him from over the top of your computer screen to see where he goes. Cause there have been a few instances where you've caught him and Pippin raiding your kitchen for some midnight snacks since you usually work in the dark so they don't see you right away.

Instead of heading towards the kitchen, though, he looks right at you and walks over, taking a seat next to you still without saying anything.

"Merry?" You question after a moment of looking at him and him looking at the wall, your eyebrows furrowed, "Is everything okay."

"Pippin isn't talking to me."

Your mouth runs before you can even think of an actual proper response to that, "Enjoy it while it lasts."

He looks up at you with an expression akin to annoyance on his face and then grumbles, "I was trying to."

Ah, so this is more than just a silly little thing.

You move your computer off your legs and place it on the coffee table, turning towards him with your legs crossed on the couch, "Well, what happened? Why won't he talk to you."

He doesn't reply right away, looking away from your face as he seems to deliberate over telling you or not, "He was being stupid earlier and I smacked him over the head and he dropped his treat on the floor and it got ruined."

It's silent while you wait for him to go on, but he just continues to look at you expectantly.

"Wait, that's it?" You ask incredulously, looking at him like he'd grown two heads.

"Yes, that's it. Is there supposed to be more?"

Good god, these guys are total babies.

You sigh and shake your head at the ridiculousness of it all. Though you do have to fix this, so you get up walk over to the guest room and knock on the door lightly.

Boromir is the person to answer the door, and when he sees you standing there he offers a smile, "Oh, hello Y/N."

"Yes, hi. Is Pippin in there?" You question, standing up on your toes to look over his shoulder into the room.

"This is about their argument." He states, not answering your question.

"It is. Tell him to come here."

He nods and turns his head, "Pippin, will you join us for a moment?"

Said hobbit sits up from underneath his pile of blankets and looks over at the two of you wearily, but gets up and walks over regardless. "Yes? What is it?" He inquires, looking up between you and Boromir a couple of times.

You take a step back and ask quietly so as to not disturb the others, "Why won't you talk to Merry?"

"Because he ruined my food." He replies curtly, looking up at you with a frown on his face. "Did he send you here to convince me to talk to him again?"

Yikes, he got you. "Maybe he did."

"Well tell him I'm not interested."

"Pippin, come now calm down. Surely Merry hasn't made you that angry." Boromir cuts in, placing his hand down on his shoulder.

"Can't the two of you try and see this from my perspective?"

A moment of silence passes by before you slowly crouch down in sync with Boromir.

"Oh, it is different down here." You comment as a smile begins to creep on your face.

Pippin doesn't say anything or react right away before he turns and goes back to his makeshift bed and crawls under the covers.

You stand up normally again and look up at Boromir who also stands to his full height once more, "I think that may have been a mistake."

"Undoubtedly so."

You laugh lightly and then step out of the doorway. "I'll go break the news to Merry then, good night." And with that, you walk off down the hallway again and rejoin Merry in the living room.

When you walk in he looks up and smiles with hope shining in his eyes.

Poor dear.

"Well?" He asks, standing up from his spot on the couch.

"So, I talked to Pippin..."

"And?"

"Now he's not talking to me or Boromir."

His eyes go wide and he looks truly shocked. "What!? What did you do?"

"Well he asked us to see things from his perspective and so we both crouched down to your height and it seemed he didn't quite like that."

It's silent for about 10 seconds before he slowly continues, "So he's now not speaking to me, you, or Boromir? Because you couldn't keep yourself from making a short joke?"

"That sounds about right." You nod along, plopping back down on the couch. "Hey, don't shoot the messenger."

"The messenger wasn't supposed to tease him more! He probably thinks I sent you to do that!" He complains, standing in front of you with his arms crossed.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have messed up his food. You know how much he loves it." A rational argument on your end if you do say so yourself. It's true after all. You should be allowed to make short jokes if you want to damn it, and no cousinly spat is going to prevent you from doing just that. And let's be real, getting one of the tall dudes in on it only made it so much more awesome.

"I suppose that's fair..."

You nod your head and then pull your computer back into your lap, then say a bit softer, "You should just talk to him and tell him how sorry you are. He's your cousin- he loves you and won't let something silly like this split you up. I'm sure he's only trying to see how long you'll last before going crazy, anyways."

"Yes... That is something he would do."

"Mhm. There's no way he's actually mad at you, so go talk to him." You reach out a hand and pat his shoulder gently, a smile upturning the corners of your lips.

He smiles vibrantly, reaching up to pat your hand on his shoulder lightly, "Thank you!"

"My pleasure."

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agirlunderarock · 4 years

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How I accidentally wrote 20 page paper on Boromir for one of my Final Ever University Papers PART 3

Okay folks so I think we’re a little more than halfway through? I think??? I don’t freaking know this is the exact same feeling I had while writing the paper-

Will I ever come to an end?

We just don’t know

If you missed Part 1 and Part 2 just click the text and it’ll take you to the link

So where did we leave off last time?

I told you exactly how academics where taking a crap on the goodest boi and so this time I’m going to explain why Faramir is the better character foil. Because instead of using Boromir as foil for say Aragorn or Sam, I say they should be using Faramir. I think specifically I left you guys with this lovely little picture I made myself of their character arcs:

If you can’t read it, I’m sorry its pixilated, thats just how the program gets when you try to make an image that compact to fit on a large presentation poster with an already large image. But anyway the important thing in this image isn’t whether or not you can read the damn thing, no, its that Boromir and Faramir’s character arcs are nearly exactly the same.Boromir and Faramir face political, and familial pressures, and faced with the question of what to do about Frodo and the ring. Both brothers are introduced in places that are supposedly out of their element. Boromir is seemingly described as more prepared for battle and fighting, yet we meet him in a council meeting of all things, and Faramir who is supposed to be #intellectual we meet after he and his men have just conducted a raid on an enemy patrol. They’re later both faced with questions of doubt and what they feel they need to do to protect their people. Denethor asks a lot of them and it takes a toll in some way shape and form. but the main points of their character arc ultimately come down to the conflict of family, country, and the fellowship.

like okay I’m not gonna lie, I really just want to put this picture in here and I have a funny story about how this picture made it in the research project but basically even the movie backs up that Boromir’s real foil is Faramir.

shit what was I saying?

Oh yeah

so basically in this flashback from the two towers we get a good side by side comparison between the brothers. Clearly they look alike, but look at how they’re dressed. Boromir’s in full armor my dudes, sword looks like its partially out of the scabbard- but really the main thing you need to focus on is the costuming in this shot, because the costuming here is, of course a reflection of their roles as military leaders, but also a major reflection of their personalities and really how their character arcs play out as a whole. Boromir is usually on the defensive (note I say defensive not ready to throw down) not just in battle because Mordor is like constantly like “Knock Knock can we come in?” but when he gets the Rivendell too, he’s being defensive because it almost sounds like these people half way across the world are going to forsake his home and the people he loves. So yes, I’d say my boi gets to be a little abrasive and wear emotional armor. He’s got a lot of feelings and he doesn’t get to talk about them because either 1. he’s with his troops or 2 he’s surrounded by people he doesn’t know that well i.e. the fellowship early in the story.

Faramir on the other hand is wearing some pretty light armor. He’s more open than Boromir, and if I remember correctly its said in the book that Faramir had taken to talking with Gandalf often when he was young and stuff- I don’t remember tbh I’m at that point where I haven’t read a book in a year cause I’m so damn tired, and I get canon and fanon mashed up sometimes. But what I’m trying to get at is, Faramir lets himself be open to more ideas, to more people, he’s more trusting of people’s intentions probably that numorian thing that he and Denethor have tbh. So basically what I’m trying to say is the main difference between the two brothers is how they deal with fear and anxiety.

Again Boromir tries to hide and swallow his fear and anxiety- he has to as a military leader shit happens. Faramir, looks for as many plans as he can to relieve some of his fear and anxiety- he’s also a leader shit happens.

So remember back when I said that Aristotle said some bullshit about how betraying your father is like the shittiest thing a person could ever do ever? Or when I said the heroism through obedience is absolute bullshit? If not too bad that was your reminder, though I genuinely don’t remember if I talked about the latter.

Denethor becomes the focal point of how these characters are compared. I say this because there is never a moment in the books were we actually have a conversation with all three of them present, but we know that he makes the same demand of both of his sons, that being find out what Isildure’s Bane is and then find a way to protect Gondor by any means. Not necessarily a bad request, its just HEAVY and the way its delivered in Return of the King is heavy and hurtful. I sir I know your mad stressed but also

YOUR SONS ARE MAD STRESSED SO CAN YOU PLEASE NOT HAVE CONVERSATIONS LIKE THIS:

“‘Your bearing is lowly in my presence, yet it is too long now since you turned from your own way at my counsel. See, you have spoken skillfully, as ever; but I, have I not seen your eye fixed on Mithrandir seeking whether you said well or too much? He has long had your heart in his keeping.

‘My son, your father is old but not yet dotard […]

‘If what I have done displease you, my father,’ said Faramir quietly, ‘I wish I had known your counsel before the burden of so weight a judgement was thrust on me.’

‘Would that have availed to change your judgement?’ said Denethor. ‘You would still have done just so, I deem. I know you well. […]But in desperate hours gentleness may be repaid with death.’

‘So be it,’ said Faramir.

‘So be it!’ cried Denethor. ‘But not with your death only, Lord Faramir: with the death also of your father, and all your people, whom it is your part to protect now that Boromir is gone.’

‘Do you with then,’ said Faramir, ‘that our places had been exchanged?’

‘Yes, I wish that indeed,’ said Denethor. “For Boromir was loyal to me and no wizard’s pupil.” (Return of the King 794-795).

Like thats a big load for two dudes to carry man

Like I get it but thats heavy and I cri for both my bois having to deal with this war their whole life

But you see what I’m getting at here. Theres a lot of expectations for these boys, and really they just need hugs, and I need a hug rewriting this part into non academic language because it makes me BIG SAD

But whats interesting about the expectation that his sons only be loyal to him, is that in attempting to obey their father, THEY GET FUCKING WRECKED. Boromir ends up scaring Frodo to the point the Fellowship breaks up, and Faramir ends up like almost dying and gets his men wrecked. Now I’m not saying Aristotle is full of bullshit, but he’s full of shit, and I’m gonna learn you why.

So before I say which critic actually puts everyone else to shame by praising two hobbit bois, let me make this clear: Boromir does not die trying to obey his father, he dies actively disobeying him. Instead of trying to find Frodo and still get the ring like Denethor would have wanted, Boromir goes dies defending Merry and Pippin. HE COULD HAVE LEFT THEM IN FAVOR OF GOING AFTER THE RING BUT HE’S A GOOD MAN WHO WANTED HIS HOBBIT CHILDREN WHO ARE TECHNICALLY JUST AS OLD AS HIM TO GET AWAY AND BE SAFE AND HE DIED. Faramir on the other hand nearly dies while trying to carry out his father’s orders and thats tragic but again- shit happens.

According to no braincells Aristotle, one of these is right, even with the tragic outcome and one is wrong and deserved to die.

WRONG

In Ian Romuald Lakowski’s, "Types of Heroism in The Lord of the Rings," he acknowledges that through Merry and Pippin there is heroism in DISOBEDIENCE. For Boromir and Faramir this means obedience or disobedience is not a simple right or wrong choice, and in both of them being disobedient to their father is a more sure sign of their heroism.

I mean think about it, the very action every critic characterizes Boromir for is based off of his obedience to his father. He’s villainized for trying to take the ring from Frodo, when the reality is, the man was struggling with trying to figure out what the right course of action was. ITS THE SAME REASON FARAMIR TAKES SO DAMN LONG TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO WITH FRODO AND SAM. THEY DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

So what ends up happening? Faramir is praised a good guy for disobeying, and really in the end the real Boromir comes back when he disobeys Denethor too.

But we’ll come back to some of that in a bit,

Because STRESS is not enough to bind these two as better foils than other comparison that can be made. Because again, critics like to praise Faramir and elevate him and I’m not about to put them against each other.

Like despite their differences Boromir and Faramir’s relationship with one another isn’t characterized by fear or power or even that #stress but genuine love for one another. And this is important, because though no critics ever sighted a page for their reading of Boromir as a greedy little shit, I believe their interpretation comes from second hand accounts of his character. Instead of actually looking at what he says and does to be his true self. They characterize Boromir by his single action of trying to take the ring from Frodo instead of looking at him as a whole.

Boromir’s relationship with his brother is incredibly important because given the circumstances and everything that they’ve been through and even though they have very different thought processes, they should have a rocky relationship, but they don’t. They have a very good relationship.The appendices give a nice description of the things we never got to see happen in the book

“…there was great love, and had been since childhood, when Boromir was the helper and protector of Faramir. No jealousy or rivalry had arisen between them since, for their father’s favour or for the praise of men. It did not seem possible to Faramir that any one in Gondor could rival Boromir, her of Denethor, Captain of the White Tower; and of like mind was Boromir” (1032).

Actually

I take it back

Never say never get to see because in the council of Elrond, Boromir literally shows us his relationship with his brother and what kind of person he is.

“ Therefore my brother, seeing how desperate was our need, was eager to heed the dream and seek for Imadris; but since the way was fully of doubts and danger, I took the journey upon myself,” showing that he willingly put himself in danger to protect his little brother (The Fellowship of the Ring 239).

The reason I bring this up is because I don’t think critics look at what Boromir actually says and does through out the book. I literally don’t understand where or how they would even perceive this as an ulterior motive or that he does anything with ill intent. AT THIS POINT THERE IS NOTHING THAT SUGGEST HE MIGHT BE. BECAUSE LITERALLY EVERY ACTION BOROMIR TAKES IS TO PROTECT SOMEONE ELSE

Like maybe they take the first description of Boromir to be negative:

“a tall man fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance,”

But none of these are inherently negative. Proud and stern aren’t negative words. Proud doesn’t become negative until you pair it with the action of taking the ring from Frodo and THATS ASSUMING that he’s taking it for himself to use and that he himself wants power.

BUT HE DOESN’T- and we’ll get to why later

OR maybe they’re trying to take what Faramir has to say about his brother to the extreme end:

“‘And this I remember of Boromir as a boy, when we together learned the tale of our sires and the history of our city, that always it displeased him that his father was not king. “How many hundreds of years needs it to make a steward a king, if the king returns not?” he asked. […] Alas poor Boromir. Does that tell you something of him?’

‘It does,’ said Frodo. ‘Yet always he treated Aragorn with honour.’

‘I doubt it not,’ said Faramir. ‘If he were satisfied of Aragron’s claim, as you say, he would greatly reverence him. But the pinch had not yet come. They had not yet reached Minas Tirith or become rivals in her wars” (The Two Towers 655 ).

Which I’m gonna be honest is fair assessment. But like Boromir’s asking these questions 1. as a kid, and as I myself was a child who hated incompetency, ITS CONFUSING AND FRUSTRATING TO BE DOING ALL THE WORK AND NOT GET THE CREDIT? (RIGHT NOW I’M LOOKING AT PEOPLE WHO REPOST FAN ART WITHOUT THE CREDIT- I WILL FIND YOU AND SMITE YOU)

but anyway, yeah you know what that question about kingship tells me- HE WANTS TO KNOW WHERE THE FUCKING KING IS???? Like thats not inherently a greed thing- Only if you’re looking at it from like a religious standpoint and blah blah blah Catholic teachings about- but again

Then good boy Frodo looking out for him, I’m gonna cry, points out the obvious- that Boromir respected Aragorn, and Faramir has the nerve to say- yeah but wait until the group project falls apart- then see what happens

and let me just say

Faramir

sir

my boi

YOU CLEARLY HAVE BEEN LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE A GOOD TEAM FOR YOUR GROUP PROJECT BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU. IF ARAGORN WENT IN THERE AND THINGS STARTED GOING WRONG AND PEOPLE STARTED DYING OF COURSE BOROMIR WAS GOING TO BE PISSED- LIKE THEY WAITED HOW LONG FOR WHAT????

It’d be like if someone you didin’t know came over to your house told you not to make dinner in your own house, that they knew their way around the kitchen- WHEN THEY DON’T KNOW YOUR’RE ALLERGIC TO PEANUTS, proceed to start a fire while trying to fry up some chicken, and then saying they’ve got it under control, but the fire dept can’t put out your oven. I mean thats worst case scenario.

I’m sorry but just the thought of someone I know/am related to coming into my room and touches my goddamn light switch gives me anxiety- BOROMIR HAD TO TRUST THIS STRANGER WITH HIS COUNTRY

But like the movie tries to get you to agree with the line of thinking, that Boromir is about himself and doing it to glorify himself. take THIS SCENE

You know the one, that shot in Rivendell and Boromir is exploring on his own and casually picks up the sword, you know THE SWORD and kinda low key plays with it for a hot minute- you know, the way you walk by the nerf swords at a walmart and you pick one up to wack your bro with it, but then you remember you’re 23 and he’s 18 and taller than you now so he’ll beat the shit out of you if you start shit. But anyways, Boromir picks up the sword and cuts his finger, is amazed that its still sharp, and then puts it back only to have it teeter off and he walks away quickly like nothing happened. If you’re a small brain critic you’ll see this scene and say “Ah yes, in picking up Narsil Boromir displays a desire for power for himself, and in cutting his finger it shows that this desire is his ultimate demise. He might think he’s ready for power and deserves more, but by walking away he shows that he’s actually irresponsible guffaw” I demand you go back and read that in your guadiest accent. But hear me out. Remember that nerf sword you picked up in the toy aisle, instead of being the grimlin you know you are deep in your soul, you take a few practice swings for your audition fantasy and put it back and start walking away just to realize that the walmart employee had been watching you the whole time and the whole bin of plastic and foam swords comes tumbling down bring with it a Hot Wheels track and collectible cars, and you just look at the employee, and they just look at you, and then you brain just short circuits and so you keep walking down the aisle away and laugh cry across the store because you don’t know what the fuck just happened. And thtas the energy that scene gives to me.

But I’m getting away from it all because the real arguement against the way this scene is framed is one question he poses right before he attacks Frodo:

“What could not Aragorn do?” ( The Fellowship of the Ring 389).

He makes a big speech here about Frodo giving up the ring, but he doesn’t talk about him using it himself, instead he wonders, What would Aragorn be capable of?

Does that sound like a question someone crazed with a drive for power would ask?

I don’t think so

Why even mention Aragorn if he wanted it for himself right?

We’re dissect the fuck out it in the next part don’t you worry.

I think I’m almost done

#Boromir #The Lord of the Rings #character analysis #character development #Character Study #Sierra vs the Academics #I just really love Boromir guys #This one took forever to write and its not the best #Can you tell when I finally hit my beats #I had to stop though because I was about to introduce another major idea but we'll get to it later

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juiceboxman · 4 years

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So I took Siobhan’s advice and listened to the BBC’s radio adaptation of the Lord of the Rings from the 80′s

It’s pretty good, you can listen to it here https://soundcloud.com/inkmore/sets/lord-of-the-rings-radio

I had some issues with it but I liked it for the most part. I’m not a massive LoTR fan, only watched the films so I don’t know much, but here are the thoughts I had.

I once heard someone describe Hobbits and the Shire as “drama free people” after listening to this series, that’s obviously not the case. Hobbits seem to live for the drama, always talking shit behind one anothers back. I think Tolkien was trying to satirise rural or village life in England and I think he did a good job depicting how petty people can be.

Sam is a working class hero and Frodo doesn’t deserve him.

I understand how people can like Sam/Frodo because there is massive gay vibes coming off them. Personally I interpreted it to be unrequited and an example of some class division, with Sam being working class and Frodo being middle class. The amount of dedication and support Sam shows Frodo I don’t think Frodo would show back if the roles were reversed. I feel like its a very one sided relationship with Sam putting in way more effort than Frodo.

Bilbo’s whole thing seems to be that he went on a gap year once that turned out quite bad and now he kinda lives like a hermit.

I don’t know how reliable to the books the Radio series is, but I feel like the movies do more justice to stuff. Like in the Radio drama Gandalf makes his first appearance by just coming through the door and Bilbo is like “ah, Gandalf” and...that’s it. Movie version was better in my opinion.

I think the radio drama does a lot better to explain what the ring of power does than the movies. I always got confused by what the ring does, like in the movies all it seems to do is turn people invisible and make them into heroin addicts. With the radio I kinda understand more about it. Like the ring’s power kinda depends on the wearer, like a Hobbit could simply use it for invisibility and expanding their life force but a King could use it to control the minds of an entire enemy army and a Wizard could do even more. But it’s still vague and I presume Tolkien intended it to be, like it’s just a representation of the concept of power and this world’s equivalent of a deal with the devil. Power or wishes may be commanded but they will ultimately corrupt you.

Time in the books seem wild. Like at one point Gandalf says that Bilbo has gone off and he himself will start researching the ring and then twelve years go by and Frodo has just been fucking about, forgot that the ring even existed and Gandalf comes back and is like “oh yeah, ring is bad”

Also, Frodo is 50 when he leaves the shire???? Jesus

Also, were the Nazgul just running about for 12 years looking for the ring? Like at one point the Nazgul knocked on some Hobbit’s door asking about Frodo and the Hobbit told him to go fuck himself and slammed a door- to a NAZGUL

Aragon’s voice in this radio drama is...way off. Like it sounds like Greg Davies. You don’t really have the soft voice of Viggo Mortinstein but the gruff righteous voice of the Principal from the Inbetweeners

Elrond denying Aragon to marry his daughter until he becomes king of Gondor is like a stern dad refusing you to date his daughter until you get a real job.

Also Aragon gets the reforged sword, like, immediately when they leave Riverdale. Which is a bit weird to me.

It makes sense why Frodo is trusted with the ring. A king couldn’t be trusted because he’d use it for conquest. A Wizard could overthrow Sauron but in doing so would become just as bad so you’re back to square one. With a Hobbit, there is no desire for conquest or any wish for power outside of simply having the ring. Even when Golum had it all he used it for was to hunt fish and extend his life cycle. I’m curious of whether if Sam had carried the ring all the way to Mordor if he could will himself to destroy it or would he have failed like Frodo.

Gimly and Legolas’ friendship is so cute. Like they start off disliking eachother but bond over their prowess in combat and plan out a gap year after the whole fellowship where they see the sights of middle earth. So wholesome

I don’t understand why they didn’t just kill Golum. Like I know he was important to find the way to Mordor and was ultimately necessary to destroy the ring after Frodo failed, but like the idea of “don’t kill him because of pity and he also probably has a part to play” is bullshit to me. Like he’s so gross and troublesome. It’s the same excuse Jedi have with “oh you can’t kill a Sith Lord because striking them down means you need to embrace the dark side” bitch Luke Skywalker round house kicked a guy into a Sarlack Pick- whaddya mean he can’t kill this wrinkly ass Emperor??? Ethical mental gymnastics are mind blowing.

For me the moment that made me really dig the series was when the Fellowship disbanded. Like shit hit the fan and everyone’s forced to do their own shit, really engaging storytelling.

The series is quite short when you consider all the battles are short cutted. Like in the radio drama you’ll hear a series of grunts for 30 seconds and then a song about how bad that battle was. I guess it would take a lot to depict a battle purely by means of audio.

Seriously the series is quite short, like it’s 13 hour long episodes and by episode five I’m like “oh shit we’re starting the second book already? Damn” It felt half the time there was so much stuff cut out I don’t know why

I think the radio drama is best suited for people who have either watched the movies or read the books. Like I don’t think it’s well suited for people who haven’t seen LoTR content before. Like the scene with the Balrog there is no description of what it looks like.

Also, Gandalf fought the Balrog from the deepest dungeons to the tip of the mountain? Damn, Gandalf’s leg day must be intense

I love the introduction of Treebeard and the Ents. Like you get this horrific imagery with warring Orcs and other evil creatures and then turn a hard 180 to these hilarious tree people. I guess that’s why the LoTR is so great. Because you do get those hard, gruesome battles but you also get these lovely peaceful wholesome scenes.

Quick question, how do you meet a guy called Saruman and then be surprised that he’s the bad guy? It’s the same deal with Victor VonDoom.

Also, did Tolkien have to have all the big villains names sound so similar?

Man, Tolkien loves having people end up together. With the Horse Princess who got friendzoned by Aragorn meeting up with that guy from Gondor. You love to see it

So like, was the King of Nazgul just talking shit or can he not be killed by a man? Like could anyone kill him by stabbing him the face or did the Horse Princess just find a loophole?

At one point this woman kinda makes fun of this flower called Kings Seed or some shit and Aragon basically calls her a THOT

Kinda sad the series didn’t have more dragons. Like I would have liked to see a huge black dragon at the final battle at Mordor. But that’s just me, I love me some dragons

Also, the final battle at the gates of Mordor is so endearing. Like they don’t even know if Frodo and Sam are still alive but they go to war anyway because they believe they are and in doing so keep the eye of Sauron off of them. It’s really heart warming

The radio’s version of the destruction of the ring is kinda anticlimactic. Like I said it’s better with the dialogue than it is at the representation of physical actions like combat. Like if you didn’t know what happened at the end of the lord of the rings and you were listening to this you would have no idea that Golum fell into the lava with the ring

I love the owner of the Prancing Pony’s reaction to Aragon becoming King of Gondor. It’s like “hey, remember that guy you saw shit in the woods that one time? Yeah he’s the President”

Also Sam’s Pony lives at the end of it. Love to see it. I feel like Tolkien read his first draft to his kids and they were like “what happened to Sam’s pony?” and he was like “uh, yeah, the pony....the pony lived! yes! the pony found its way back to town” you can tell this story is vibing on a different level than GoT or ACOC

Hobbits returning to the Shire fucking shit up like level 16 PCs returning to the town they started the campaign in

Also, all the Hobbits in the shire have no idea what the fuck went down? Like I understand they live in the middle or nowhere but that’s astounding

It’s so funny what ends up happening to Saruman. Like he goes from being the second in command of the Dark Lord to being a shitty local businessman in a Village in Yorkshire

I can see how people can really get into the LotR. Like a world like GoT is just fucked beyond compare and any happy ending will be bittersweet at most. But here you have an ending where the characters leave the world better than when they found it

Frodo asking Sam to live with him was him totally trying to get with Sam, right? And Sam was like “oh that’s nice Frodo, but I have gf” and Frodo’s like “oh that’s alright, she can move in too!” it’s like watching a man back step his request for love by inviting a family into his home. You missed your shot Frodo! You had a whole year with Sam and you blew it!

Sam ultimately moving on from Frodo with his thicc Hobbit gf is the character development we deserved

That said, in the movies Sam getting a gf was a thing at the end of the third movie- like he’d been so shy before hand but after almost dying he’s like “fuck it, might as well give my shot” but here in radio drama he...had a gf all along? Like we only hear about her in the final episode and he’s like “oh yeah, my gf ain’t too happy. I left her for a year to fuck about with you so now I need to marry her. Woops” very startling

Also love how Tolkien represented PTSD with Frodo. I don’t think works of Fantasy like this before Tolkien really did this stuff justice. That said the ending is a bit weird. Like I understand that the “Undying Lands” are supposed to reflect Tolkien’s belief in Catholicism, Eternal Life and Heaven. But it’s really hard to not interpret the ending as Frodo as struggling to deal with his PTSD so he commits suicide. Because the Undying Lands is a place that Sam cannot follow. It’s heart breaking but that’s the vibe I got off the ending.

So yeah, there’s my thoughts. It’s pretty good but I’d only recommend the series to anyone who’s either seen the movies or read the books. If this was your first introduction to LOTR I don’t know if that would be any good.

Also, while we’re here I recommend Escape from the Bloodkeep from Dimension 20. It’s DnD actual play series that is a slight parody of LOTR. It’s really good.

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masterfuldoodler · 4 years

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Tag Game

Rules: Name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people.

Was tagged by: @redfirefox-55 so guess here we go! this gonna be so hard to choose but I'll try. might just settle for not TOP top because too much brain power. :( Also tagged by @festivepeppermint so I really need to finish this lol

Sora from Kingdom Hearts. I really like Sora's story, his personality, the role he fills in the story, and how he grows through the story. He's our main character and hero, but not really for any of the classic reasons. He wasn't "the chosen one" (he did become it, but that's too much detail for this) he isn't a super smart guy, he's not all that tough, even in the world he's in and the strength that's most important he lacks in. His heart is weak, but it's not his strength that makes him great. It's his will, determination, and compassion. He can see where the Light is and the path you need to walk to get there. And he is gonna walk it, and he'll drag everyone he can with him. And if they can't jump the cliff well then he'll give you a boost, even if that means he'll fall. He's a hero and he never wavers.

Samwise Gamgee from The Lord of the Rings. Sam is just a simple gardener, he works for the family his family has always been employed to, a happy man with his flowers and trees. When he gets swept up on this adventure that he had no idea would be anything like it was. Through that whole life-threatening adventure he was by Frodo's side as much as he could. Through the whole year they traveled together he only wavered twice in leaving him, once because he thought he was dead. The part he plays is so simple, but so important. Without him, Frodo would not have succeeded, there would have been no happy ending. Sam had one simple role "Don't you ever loose him, Samwise Gamgee." It may seem small, but he was faithful and loyal to the end, he followed him to the crack of Mount Doom and back. He followed him to the end of all things.

Alistair from Tales of the Goldstone Wood: Dragonwitch & Shadowhand. I really like the story for him, how he grows and what he does. Not only is he just one of those lovely types of characters, but he's a kind I really like. In a fantasy setting where there's faerie and humans it's important to show us why the human character is "human" but just as able as our magical character, and he's one of those characters very well done. He's very human, and maybe the best example of one. He has almost all of the best qualities (he's not a genius or anything, but he has his brains where they're needed) and plenty of their faults as well. And what I like about him is how he starts his story as an "okay" human. He's fine, there's many men better than him. But through his story he's pushed to be better and grows. You can see at the beginning he had those marks in his character but they're not present and there. But by the end you can really see why a faerie would tell him he's the only human he likes. He's that type of "stupid" character that really isn't dump, he just doesn't think too much before moving. Meaning he stumbles a lot, through sentences and hallways. But it's a loveable clumsy, and you like him better for it. And at the end of the day even though he's not thinking too well he's better at acting in the moment and doing the right thing, because he doesn't get hung up on how "the right thing" hurts him, it's the right thing.

Picket Longtreader from The Green Ember. Picket, he is my bunny son. Kind of like a different branch of Alistair's character growth we watch him grow as well. But he starts off at square one. We're introduced to a fussy boy and later we get boy who's become a man (or buck, since he's a rabbit) Through his story he's had a lot of rough things happen, many tough choices, sometimes he chose the right then, and maybe not. And because of that he grew and learned. He started out wishing he could be this great hero and by the end we see that great hero he's become, not because he strove for glory but because of the selfless acts he did, the fights he fought, and the lives he saved. I'm just so proud of this boy ;-;

Huon from The Great and Terrible Quest. Now, how does one describe this man? I can't really do that without spoilers so this is hard. Through the whole book, the whole time you're read it you're always surprised by him. At every turn he shows a different dimension to himself, and just when you thought you knew everything he pulls something else out. And the end of the book you go online and look up to see if there's a sequel because, you want to read more about this man! Huon is a real gentleman, and how every knight should be. He's a happy man, amuses many and laughs loud. He brings joy to those around him. But he cries as well. He allows himself and those around him to feel the emotions presented to them. He mourns for the pains of others and seeks to help them. And if he had a mind to do it, he will. Nothing you throw at him will hinder this man. Even death.

Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender. Do I even need to explain myself? Zuko, is a really good character. The story he has and the growth he goes through is very well executed. He was masterfully crafted, and you don't see many characters like him. What I love the most about him it that yeah he's a grouch, has a temper, and can just be unpleasant sometimes, but his good qualities and the side of him that we love wasn't something that he gained when he became good, he always had that. Zuko has always cared for other people, he's naturally kind. That trait just wasn't allowed to blossom and so it's a weaker trait. But the thing is it's always been there. And when he isn't spending all his energy and everything he has just to be loved he will do things for other people just, to be nice. This boy is determined and when he sets out to do something he gives it his all, risking his neck to accomplish his tasks. He's loyal and once he's decided he's for you he'll throw all that determination into helping you. All he needs is just some help setting him on the right path.

Patzu from Castle in the Sky. This lil son is just a big ball of fierce loyalty to the end. He'll do anything and risk everything for those he cares about. This young boy is trying to be a man and I think he's doing a fair job! He's just a loveable little passionate guy and deserves so much. He's kinda a simple character, but I love what they simply portray with him.

Howl from Howl's Moving Castle(movie). Howl is one of those loveable jerk characters. Yeah he's selfish, a coward and liar. But you just can't help but like him. He's a very dramatic and talented man, but under all his flamboyant clothes and mannerisms he's still a 11 yr old kid at heart. He never really grew up, and he gets just as excited as a kid would, and just as jerkish as a kid. He's just a little boy who needs a mom to love and take care of him.

Spike from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I stopped watching the show a few years ago, mostly because I didn't like the direction it was taking and I was busy. But! What Spike was like when I was watching it I really liked! He's a very underappreciated character, even in the show. And I feel like nobody really realizes just how much he helps and supports the other characters. He's very loyal and a great righthanded dragon. He just needs some more affirmation and love.

Artham from The Wingfeather Saga. I was really close to choosing Janner, but, I think I like Artham better. But once again I can't talk a lot about why I like him because spoilers. I love his attitude through the whole series, he's very protective and caring, and takes his duty very seriously. He's a terribly interesting character and you really want to learn more about him as we see him show up more. All around he's a great guy, and I really enjoyed his character. I wish I could say more but :/

You can probably tell now my favorite tropes in characters lol. All these stories are really good and I highly suggest you read/watch/play them! Except for My Little Pony, that wasn't that great.

Man I'm sorry that this took so long, I think I way over did it but, I felt I needed to explain why I chose them? Hopefully you'll at least enjoy reading my weird ramblings about why I like them, maybe make up for taking MONTHS.

Tagging: @echoheart0324 @honrupi @daylilydoodles @granny-griffin @squishidoodles @starsora @finchcritter @a-w-tuscany-archive @hero-of-dork @conquering-the-carnival @thetwilightroadtonightfall I'm not gonna force you to do this, it was hard enough for me, so only if you feel like it! And yeah, you don't have to do a blurb explaining why, you're good if all you wanna do is list em. I'm just stubborn and take every opportunity to ramble lol.

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urcadelimabean · 4 years

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Fellowship of the Ring rewatch thoughts from one of those intense lotr nerds!

- One thing that strikes me after so long - I think the last time I saw it was about 3 years ago - is not just the music but the sound...the sound effects for the heaviness of the Ring, the way spells echo and amplify when Gandalf or Arwen speak them, the sound effects for bowstrings, the screams of the Nazgul being so inhuman, the drums in the deep of Moria, the scrape of stone on stone for the Balrog...if the sound hadn’t bee so good the movies honestly wouldn’t have worked this well. God the soundtrack.

- I will always have little quibbles about stuff -- the Ring moving onto Frodo’s finger in Bree with CGI, Galadriel’s over the top green CGI moment, the fact that we see too much of the Watcher in the Water -- but in general, like in GENERAL, the fact that these movies are so beautiful and well made....we didn’t just dodge a bullet we dodged a nuclear weapon LOL....we really did. These could have been so atrociously bad, but instead they are beautiful.

- no one should be reading LOTR as an allegory anyway, but the Ring is often read as an allegory for addiction or a nuclear weapon and somehow not as frequently likened to carrying trauma. Which is absolutely wild to me. The concept of carrying something that poisons and hurts you but that you can’t put down....it seems much more similar to trauma than many of the things I see it compared too

- I love moral complexity, greyness, etc, but I find the idea that the Ring is just utterly and completely evil very refreshing. That there are things that you cannot compromise on, that are indisputably evil.

- One thing i love about LOTR is the fact that it is not what people think of as “high fantasy” - it doesn’t take place in a shiny, perfect world, it takes place in a decayed, faded, eroded remnant of so many things that have been lost. The whole setting being created that way is so important. And magic honestly doesn’t even come into the story that much. The Ring is magical, but the way magic functions in LOTR is so different from how it functions in Harry Potter for example and I am so thankful of that because it’s a refreshing and beautiful and different world.

- I’ve thought a lot about how Tolkien’s time in the trenches of WW1 influenced his outlook and therefore his writing, but the part where Frodo is talking to Bilbo and he says “My own adventure was quite different. I’m not like you, Bilbo.” It really struck me as something straight out of Tolkien’s mouth. This was a generation that became so disillusioned about the point of war and all this bloodshed and all these young lives lost, who found out that this idea that ‘fighting for your country is some grand adventure’ is completely empty.

- Really has been bothering me for years that the conversation of racism in Tolkien’s works is restricted to conversations about orcs and dark/light. Left out of that conversation is all the talk about bloodlines, pure blood, heritage, etc, and all of that stands out so sharply to me...like HELLO. That’s clearly as much of or even MORE of a problem than the other things, and once you know how drawn white supremacists are to LOTR it’s not hard to connect the dots as to why. But the LOTR fandom has historically been absolute shit at admitting this.

- I really really love that in LOTR you have characters like Merry and Pippin who have no special powers, no special birthright or parentage and the reason they are heroic is simply because they are loyal and protective of their friends. The way they distract the orcs by waving to them to come get them, so Frodo can run away - it has nothing to do with how good they are at fighting, they dont protect Frodo with special powers, they literally just do WHATEVER they can even if it means sacrificing themselves.

- And then you have Sam - he doesn't have special powers, or special parentage, or magic - and it’s again a situation where his heroic moment is simply refusing to be parted with Frodo. He wades into the water even though he can’t swim. All these movies these days are just heroism = powers, and it’s so refreshing to see the opposite, of heroism even when it’s almost futile, and that’s why it’s heroic.

- There’s something so painfully bittersweet about LOTR, and it’s one thing I love the most. It feels real because it’s painful. It wouldn’t feel real if it didn’t have this thread of sadness running through it.

- Everyone saying Gandalf is a Christ figure....brooooo do you know Odin??? I’m not even denying there are Christian themes in LOTR but Tolkien created LOTR to be a pre-Christian myth. Clearly it is compatible with Christianity, but Tolkien was a scholar of all these pre-Christian epics and he knows there are themes that are shared across mythologies. Compatible with Christianity does not mean original to Christianity. Also all this death and glory shit is so Norse guys come on. anyway ODIN.

- GOD the mythic themes of hubris, the importance of promises, warrior’s deaths....LOVE THAT MYTHOLOGICAL FEEL!!!!!!!!! LOVE IT

- everyone wants in on a redemption arc but Boromir is out here literally getting shot full of arrows, dying a courageous warrior’s death and confessing his love and loyalty to his King.....everyone just want what he has!!!!!!!!!!

- love me some hobbits. curly haired. small. love food. would love to marry one one day.

- did I mention how much I love Ian McKellen? I swear every time I hear him say those lines to Frodo I heal in some amazing way. “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.” I remember the first time I read the Fellowship when I was 13 and Gandalf died I was just like “nope. that did not happen :)” and then sure enough I was right!!! and then I felt relived but not even that relieved because I literally had refused to accept it in the first place so I was just like :)

- Saruman should start a hair product line. His hair looks so silky. No but seriously Christopher Lee was perfect. Imagine how bad the casting could have been. I’m so glad they got the right actors. Viggo Mortensen!!!! that man

- Legolas after Lothlorien was literally like Gimli likes blondes? maybe I have a chance after all.....eyes emoji....

- never over the level of detail in the costumes, the armor, the chain mail, the Elvish in the songs, the way the scenes mirror paintings from book illustrations....like holy fuck. FUCK!! FUCK

- the way these movies do or don’t reveal things is so integral to how well they work. the fact that at first you meet one Nazgul, then two, then three, the fact that you hear the Balrog before seeing it, the fact that you rarely hear Sauron speak unless it’s indistinct, the fact that you never see Sauron in battle except for in flashbacks. It all preserves the mystery and suspense that makes it scary and compelling. Lotr made in 2020 would be like Aragorn vs Sauron and it would be literally awful.

- the amount of hugging and crying and actual human emoting in this one movie cleansed me of so much marvel fatigue. it’s so nice to see characters actually grieving and comforting each other instead of acting like cardboard cutouts.

- I’ve talked a lot about this before elsewhere but the reduction/interpretation of lotr to this black and white good versus evil type of story really does a disservice to the whole ass POINT which is that it’s a story about despair in the face of insurmountable evil, in the face of the destruction of the environment and the destruction of freedom and this awful powerlessness, and so it’s not just a story about despair it’s also a story about hope in the face of despair. which feels very needed right now.

- these bullet points are getting less coherent but I’m still just thinking about that last shot, of Sam and Frodo beginning to walk away into the wilderness towards Mordor, and the soundtrack.

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Shut Up, Aragorn {Legolas x Reader}

A.N: So this was a whole lot of fun to write! It’s literally just pure, self-indulgent fluff but whatever, it’s what I needed. I’m a sucker for this trope, and I obviously love including shipper Aragorn so this was just a dream come true. I’m sorry it’s kinda short, but I hope you like it, Anon!

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: Hi, so I was cooking something yesterday and came up with an idea for Legolas x reader fanfic!!! I'm really hoping you could write it... So I don't usually like cooking and it's not something I'm very good at I came up with an idea that reader is with the fellowship and one day she decides to cook the meal but she's in fact a terrible cook and she completely ruins the stew/meal/whatever they were having that day, and everyone tries it and like ~ they see it's very very bad but Legolas pretends to like it and forces himself to eat the whole thing just to avoid hurting her feelings (fellowship (ahem Aragorn ahem) teases him for that later cause they ship them sm!!!) and like later maybe reader and Legolas can have the talk or something like "You didn't have to do that I knew I cook terrible..." and I don't exactly know what they can say and how they confess bUT IT CAN as usual INCLUDE ARAGORN CAUSE HE IS LITERALLY THE BEST SHIPPER IN THE WORLD, and with fluff!!! I know this is too much to ask and I'm sorry; also: you don't have to include any suggestions of mine if you don't like them, make it however you want and wish to - you always succeed to make it fluffy and so sweet!!! And THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Word Count: 983

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Summary: It’s your night to cook for the Fellowship, and while you haven’t had much success with food in the past you think it’ll go well.

Warnings: Pure fluff

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Shut Up, Aragorn

You ladled stew into the bowl, passing it to the waiting Sam before moving onto the next. The Fellowship had been on the move for several weeks, and it was your first night cooking. You had never been particularly skilled when it came to food, but you thought you’d done a decent job this time. Ladling the last bit into your own bowl, you moved to your spot around the fire, waiting to see everyone’s reactions.

Aragorn was the first to take a bite, and he smiled at you, so you assumed the best. You looked around the circle as everyone else ate, all of them giving you the same sort of grin that Aragorn had.

“It’s delicious, Y/N!”

You missed the looks of confusion everyone else gave Legolas at his words.

You finally took a bite and spat it out in disgust.

“This is awful!”

And then, “What did I do?”

The entire group burst out laughing at your face.

“Stop eating that, it’s disgusting!” You proceeded to dump your bowl out onto the grass next to you, not caring that it was wasteful because you had completely ruined it. Everyone else sheepishly tilted their bowls to show that they were all empty.

“We, uh, kinda already got rid of ours when you weren’t looking,” Boromir admitted.

You laughed again. “Well, I’m terribly sorry to have put you all through that. Sam, could you scrounge something else up?”

The hobbit was nodding, already grabbing some herbs from his pack, but your attention was drawn elsewhere.

“Legolas, why are you still eating that?”

The elf was in fact still shoveling the stew into his mouth.

“I told you! I think it’s great! Y/N is a wonderful cook.”

Your mouth was hanging open in disbelief.

“Huh. Well, I’m gonna go get more water for Sam from the stream.” You stood and grabbed the buckets, humming as you walked down to the water.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group was busy teasing Legolas.

“I knew you liked her, but I didn’t realize you were completely devoted to her!” Boromir nudged the elf, beaming.

Legolas was blushing. “I am not devoted to her, I just felt bad about the stew!”

“Please! I’d only eat that stew if it was the last thing in the world! You’re clearly very much in love with her to do that.”

“Shut up, Aragorn,” was the only response Legolas had to that.

Aragorn shrugged, unconcerned, and stood. “I’m going to go see if Y/N needs any help with those buckets.”

“So, Y/N, I noticed you talking with Legolas earlier.”

“Uh, yeah, he’s one of only nine other people to talk to. So?”

You were ankle-deep in the stream, filling up one of the buckets.

“Well, you seemed to be having a good time with him.”

“Yeah, he’s really nice. He also loves to talk about archery.”

As you put the bucket on the shore, reaching for the second, Aragorn wasn’t sure if you were purposefully being like this.

“And then just now, you were blushing a lot when he complimented your stew!”

You walked out of the water, picking up both buckets and starting to walk, the ranger keeping pace easily.

“Again, so?”

“I’m just saying I think the two of you would be very good together,” he observed.

He noticed you were struggling with the two buckets and grabbed one, careful not to slosh the water out.

He continued, “I mean, with his love of archery and your skill with the sword, you two are perfect for each other!”

You noticed the smirk on his face.

“Shut up, Aragorn.” You sped up, leaving him behind shaking his head at you in mock disappointment.

“C’mon, Y/N. You know I’m right!”

Back at the campsite, you dropped the buckets next to Sam, smiling as he gave you a nod of thanks, before pulling Legolas aside.

“You didn’t have to eat that. I know it was awful.”

“I wanted to, though. And it was actually pretty good!”

You laughed at the earnest look on his face. “C’mon, Legolas. Stop lying. Why did you do it?”

He looked down, not meeting your eyes. “I didn’t want you to feel bad.”

“Oh.” You didn’t think you could love him any more than you already did, but with this, you were just helpless. You didn’t care about getting your heart broken, at this point, so you went for it.

You whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

He blushed again. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Legolas bent down and slanted his head so that his lips met yours. It was gentle, sweet, exactly what you’d expected from the kindhearted elf. Then, he pulled away. Looking into his eyes, you saw something spark but didn’t have time to think about it. His mouth was on yours again, a deeper kiss than before as he backed you up so that you were pressed between him and the tree. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and tangled your hands in his hair, kissing him as enthusiastically as he was you.

A whistle sounded from behind him, and you quickly broke apart, flushed, to see the rest of the Fellowship lined up. Merry and Pippin had their hands over Sam and Frodo’s eyes, and Boromir had his hands over theirs, making for a very amusing picture of blinded hobbits.

Legolas shot Boromir a look.

“What? I’m protecting their innocence,” the man declared, finally removing his hands. Merry and Pippin blinked at the sudden light, even though it was dusk before Pippin smirked at you.

Whatever he was about to say was stopped by Aragorn, who stepped forward, wiping fake tears from his eyes as he slung each arm around your and Legolas’ shoulders.

“Ahhh, my two best friends, together at last. I might cry.”

You each smacked him and then spoke in unison.

“Shut up, Aragorn!”

Everything tag 💞: @entishramblings @anjhope1 @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins

Legolas tag 💕: @sheriffgerard @bitter-sweet-farmgirl

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There and back again...

This post is about a lot of things, but it’s mainly about my love for Faramir and Eowyn… and about how the book is always better than the movie. But we have to go back a lil before we can start.

I read Lord of the Rings for the first time when I was 14 years old. It took me a long time to get through it. I think a whole year, maybe more. I had trouble for a few reasons: one, it’s a big story for a young reader, and two, my motivation was probably in the wrong place. I grew up on a healthy diet of C. S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien, my dad read the Chronicles of Narnia series to me as a kid and I read The Hobbit (on my dad’s special collectors edition) not long after that, but I never made it to Lord of the Rings until the films came out. And I only really read the books then because I loved the films so much. Let me repeat that with more emphasis, I loved. these films. so. much. I could recite lines from the movies, yes, but I could also recite lines from the commentary the cast created for each extended edition. I can still recall the jokes, pranks, and memories the cast hold dear almost as if I had lived through them myself as the 10th member of the fellowship. I still call David Wenham ‘Daisy Wenham,’ and if the word ‘wig’ appears in conversation my brain immediately goes to, “your hair changes dramatically from short to long… do you wear wigs?” If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you are not a true fan of the film series. It meant so much to me when I was younger that I think I started the books as a way to stay in that world a lil longer. And I guess constantly comparing the books to a beloved film series is not the best way to read because I didn’t enjoy them as much as I thought I would. To be clear, I didn’t dislike the books, Return of the Kings marks one of the few books to make me cry (Theoden’s death got to me), but the books didn’t impact me in the same way the films did.

Fast forward some 13 years later and something, I’m not exactly sure what, convinced me to read the books again. I have a long book list, one that I am sorely behind on, so choosing a 1000+ page saga (one that I’ve already read before) while other books are waiting to be cracked open for the first time was probably not the most productive decision I’ve made, but I regret nothing. I still own the same copy of LOTR I owned when I first read the series and man, there’s something about the smell of a book that can bring you right back to where you were when you first opened it because that’s exactly what happened when I started re-reading it. There is something nice about feeling like you’re 14 again… feeling like your whole life is ahead of you, but the only thing you have to worry about is reading this one book.

Although the smell of the book felt the same, other things felt different. Aragorn does not struggle at all with the idea of his kingship like Viggo does in the film, Sam feels a bit more of a simpleton in the books, and Frodo seems older and wiser than the 19-year-old Elijah Wood feels in the movies. All of these things are small differences and as I was reading book one and book two, I found I still liked the movies for what they are and tried to be (although that scene where Frodo tells Sam to leave just before Shelob’s lair, that he doesn’t need him anymore, will never make sense to me), but for the most part I liked both film and book fairly evenly. But entering into book three, I realized how certain characters got the short end of the movie stick. Particularly Eowyn and Faramir. I’ll be frank, I don’t know how you would have written more of them into the story without bogging down the pacing of the rest of the movie, but that’s kind of my point, Eowyn’s story is so good she needs her own dang movie so everyone can discuss how amazing and complex she is. And Faramir too, but we’ll get to him in a moment.

Eowyn in the movie is played wonderfully by Miranda Otto. Seriously, the casting of this series is pretty near perfect. Her part is relatively small, but they touch on all the main points of her character. She’s a fierce warrior, but she feels stuck in a cage staying at home having to care for her people and the man she considers a father all by herself, she falls for Aragorn, he doesn’t return her love, she wants to ride to war, she does so secretly, she kills the Witch-King, she receives the honor and valor she has always wanted, she marries Faramir, bada bing, bada boom, done. It’s a nice lil package, but it’s the highlight reel because there is so much more to Eowyn than that...

So to know Eowyn, we have to know the people of Rohan. Faramir does a nice job summing them up when he refers to them while talking to Sam and Frodo in The Window on the West, “If the Rohirrim are grown in some ways more like to us (the people of Gondor), enhanced in arts and gentleness, we too have become more like to them. For as the Rohirrim do, we now love war and valor as things good in themselves, both as a sport and an end. We esteem a warrior, nonetheless, above other crafts.” Faramir continues to talk of war “as is the need of their day,” a necessary evil, but you can tell... he’s really not into it. This is shown in a few different ways throughout the books (his relationship in contrast with his brother/father as one example), but the place it really hits home happens earlier in the same chapter when he states this zinger, “War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.” (Side note, Faramir is the best and I know everybody loves fawning over King Viggo Aragorn, but y'all are sleeping on the best man in the whole series! Faramir is where it is at. He’s far more complex than Aragorn and I will fangirl over him more later on, but we’re still on Eowyn, so I’ll continue.) So the people of Rohan are a proud, fierce, war-loving crowd. They actually sing songs as they are killing people in battle. Think “whistle while you work,” but fiercer and more insane. But Faramir is not dissing them; he is not implying they are war-hungry, or war-mongers, simply the Rohirrim believe proving themselves in battle is a right they deserve.

Enter Eowyn. In contrast to Faramir, who seems to have a sober understanding of war and battle, Eowyn finds her worth in it. We can see this most obviously in her attraction to Aragorn. In the movie, their attraction seems to develop in a natural, innocent way. I vaguely remember Miranda Otto mentioning in some interview for the DVD special features that part of the reason why it’s so tragic that Aragorn turns Eowyn down is that he knows they would make a good match. Essentially if Aragorn hadn’t met Arwen first, Aragorn and Eowyn could be together. Honestly, with how the movie presented their relationship, yah, I get it. Except that’s not how it is in the books. Aragorn, in The Houses of Healing, looks to Eomer and says, “I say to you that she loves you more truly than me; for you she loves and knows; but in me she loves only a shadow and a thought: a hope of glory and great deeds, and lands far from the fields of Rohan.” Eowyn desires the great deeds of war, not like Faramir does: as a means to protect a people, but as a way to prove herself. Faramir seems to find an honor in all crafts and positions, but Eowyn, although protective of them, talks lowly of her own people, consistently stating she is not a “dry-nurse” or a “serving-woman” but higher above them as a member of the House of Eorl. Eowyn speaks of a hierarchy within Rohan, consistently placing herself above the other women who are care-takers or mothers. What makes this even more tragic is that it’s not entirely her fault that she has come to this thinking. Gandalf, again in The House of Healing, explains to Eomer, “Think you that Wormtongue had poison only for Theoden’s ears? ‘What is the house of Eorl but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek, and their brats roll on the floor among dogs?’ Have you not heard these words before? My lord, if your sister’s love for you, and her will still bent her duty, had not restrained her lips, you might have heard even such things as these escape them. But who knows what she spoke in the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in on her, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?” It’s tragic. And what’s worse is Eomer’s shock in thinking about his sister in this light. He never really knew her. No one did. Eowyn has always been fighting alone. Which is what makes her conclusion so satisfying...

Eowyn rides into the Battle of Pelennor and kills the Witch-king (with the help of Merry). As I mentioned before, this is covered very well in the film, there is the great “I am no man” line which is taken from the book and although Eowyn is injured it seems she finally got her chance to defend herself in battle, like the other able-bodied men, so we’re meant to rejoice at her triumph, which I did when I saw the film. Except, again, that’s not the point in the book. Obviously, it’s great that the Witch-king is dead, but that event is the rising action leading into Eowyn’s healing, not her resolution… because Eowyn still wants to die in battle. She survived the Witch-king, she is being forced to heal her wounds in the House of Healing, but all she wants to do is die. Die as King Theoden has just done in battle (crushed by the body of his own horse) because this is the only way she can achieve the honor she feels she deserves. Because, again, Aragorn won’t give her that honor. And Faramir challenges this notion directly to Eowyn when they meet each other in the House of Healing, “You desired to have the love of the Lord Aragorn. Because he was high and puissant, and you wanted to have renown and glory and to be lifted far above the mean things of that crawled on the earth. But when he gave you only understanding and pity, then you desired to have nothing, unless a brave death in battle.” And it is only here, with Faramir, the first person to really see Eowyn and challenge her openly, does she acknowledge the truth, and her darkness (her desire for death) passes. It’s so beautiful. Eowyn exclaims, “Behold, the shadow has departed! I will be a shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.” And if you find a sadness or a disappointment in Eowyn’s proclamation of a life of peace than you are not paying attention to what Tolkien is putting down.

This is important because I’ve heard this complaint before… Tolkien is not saying that it is wrong for Eowyn to participate in battle, to be a shieldmaiden, because she is a woman, (there are multiple instances in the book where Eowyn is described as a worthy warrior alongside her male companions. Hamma, may he rests in peace, nominates Eowyn as the person to manage the. whole. kingdom in place of the king when Theoden and Eomer leave for Helms Deep. So there’s that.) Tolkien is saying it is wrong to glorify battle, death, and destruction. full stop. No matter who you are. It is a point that is continually being made time and time again throughout the whole series by almost every character. And it should be no surprise coming from a man who fought in the first world war and then lived through the second. “I will not take joy only in the songs of slaying,” is really what Tolkien is trying to drive home here. Eowyn is still a warrior. Right after she accepts Faramir’s proposal and Aragorn is crowned king, Eowyn is like, “Faramir, I love you. I’m gonna marry you. But I have some important business to take care of back in Rohan with my brother, so I’m gonna leave… I’ll be back in like a month probably. Bye.” Yes, girl! That is the moment we should be applauding. Not the moment where Eowyn kills the Witch-king, but the moment where Eowyn realizes herself as a warrior but also a healer and there being a time and honor in both of those crafts if they have a proper foundation. It’s the moment when Eowyn finally sees and knows herself. And you know what Faramir says in response to Eowyn’s leaving? Nothing. He lets her go to do her thing because he is the best and I love him.

On to Faramir!

Ok. So. I’ll be brief here. Or I’ll try to be. One, because I think I’ve already shown a fair amount of Faramir’s great qualities, but also because I think his character in the film shows a stronger resemblance to the book than Eowyn’s. If we can all ignore that scene where Faramir drags Frodo and Sam to Osgiliath (because that never happens *eye roll*), and focus on the dialogue dealing with his dad, we’re getting pretty faithful Faramir content as pretty much all of the Faramir - Denethor dialogue is taken directly from the book, and it’s all golden. And when I say golden, I mean deadly. The, “‘Since you were robbed of Boromir, I will do what I can in his stead. If I should return, think better of me, Father.’ - ‘That will depend on the manner of your return.’” exchange between Faramir and Denethor is brutal. To say that Faramir has daddy issues is an understatement. But that brings us up to an important point. Faramir is just as broken as Eowyn is and their meeting is not so much so Faramir can save Eowyn but for them to find healing in each other.

Faramir’s dad is insane. Literally. By the end of the book, Denethor loses his mind and tries to kill both him and his son by burning them alive. Faramir is not fully aware his dad is trying to kill him because by the time Denethor is building a funeral pyre, Faramir is slipping in and out of consciousness due to his battle wounds (to clarify, Denethor thinks his son is already dead, which is why he wants to share the funeral pyre with him. It doesn’t make it better, but it’s the facts). So the last thing Faramir hears, in full conscience, is that his dad wishes that he had died in his brother’s place and the only way he can prove his worth is sustaining victory in battle. Which he knows he cannot do. So Faramir goes to battle, is injured, and ultimately wants to die. Sound familiar? But he doesn’t. Aragorn calls him back to health in the House of Healing and he meets Eowyn.

Faramir likes Eowyn from the moment they meet but can see she is struggling and doesn’t know the exact cause of her pain. So he talks to the best wingman in Middle Earth, Merry, and puts all the details together that Eowyn is still pretty hung up on Aragorn, and for all the wrong reasons. Faramir decides to gently pursue Eowyn which, if you think about it, is quite the courageous thing to do considering Faramir’s past. Faramir’s whole life consists of being left behind, the man that is not chosen. As we established above, his own father chose and loved his brother, Boromir, over him. Boromir was chosen to join the Fellowship of the Ring, not Faramir. It’s even in his job description to be picked over. Faramir is a Steward of Gondor, he’s to hold court until the proper king appears and then literally step out of the way. Here is another area where potentially someone is going to choose someone else in place of him. Faramir questions Eowyn about her love for Aragorn asking, “[I’m assuming] you cannot choose between us. Eowyn, do you not love me, or will you not?” Ugh, tragic. She admits, “I wished to be loved by another, but I desire no man’s pity.” Faramir clarifies, “I do not offer you my pity. For you are a lady high and valiant and you yourself won renown that shall not be forgotten; and you are a lady beautiful, I deem, beyond even the words of the Elven-tongue to tell. And I love you. Once I pitied your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear, or any lack, were you the blissful Queen of Gondor, still I would love you. Eowyn, do you not love me?”

It’s actually nerve-wracking when you leave out Eowyn’s response to this question; to know Faramir is asking someone he loves dearly for love in return, something he was rarely afforded in his life, especially in the beautiful way in which he asked it. He sees Eowyn for who she truly is, someone even she doesn’t fully recognize yet, and who she can be: a valiant queen. And not just any queen, Faramir says the Queen of Gondor, Aragorn’s wife. Faramir basically admits, “I know there’s a chance you could still be with Aragorn, but even if you did, I would still love you regardless.” It’s so courageous and beautiful, and in a lot of ways, the ultimate test to see if Faramir has really healed over the wounds his father has left. The wounds of being left unchosen. But Eowyn does choose, she chooses to be with him, and they ultimately provide healing and understanding to each other.

And that’s all left unsaid in the films. None of it is really in there which is such a bummer because it’s so good. And this whole story has been waiting for me to re-discover it on my shelf for the past 13 years and I’ve finally made my way back. Can’t believe I almost missed it.

Anyhow, thank you for coming to my TED Talk on why Faramir and Eowyn are the best and why reading books is cool.

I probably could write more, but I’ve taken a brief break in reading the dang book to write this essay and I still have a few more chapters to go to finish the whole thing.

Good day.

#lord of the rings #faramir #eowyn #rohan #gondor #JRR Tolkien #aragorn #reading is cool #return of the king

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romanticized asks do all the evens motherfucker

i’ll hunt you for sport

2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up?

thats such a loaded question god, fucking. green carnations i guess? simply cause of the gay coding of that flower idk man

4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit.

im gonna take this literally so base layer: nice linens, and then a silk shirt and pants. well fitted leather armor with a good range of motion, sturdy but flexible boots, leather arm guards, a swooping cloak and simple jeweled diadem

6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.

may butcher these i have a shit memory and i cant think of anything like. ‘iconic’ rly so bear with me

‘and don’t forget sam. frodo wouldn’t have gotten far without sam.’ ‘now mr frodo i was bein serious!’ ‘so was i.’ - lord of the rings

you’re right-- holiness is in the hands even if it’s always the head that gets haloed. - c.t. salazar

are you there, sweetheart? do you know me? is this microphone live? let me do it right for once. - richard siken

you cannot kill me in a way that matters - that tumblr post abt mushrooms

there is no greater innocence than our gentle sin - hozier

8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?

manzanita, pine sap, forest duff, juniper, very earthy and sharp

10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.

on again off again all day rain, sometimes no more than a drizzle and sometimes a raging thunderstorm

12. honey in milk or cinnamon in tea?

yeah

14. curtains of beads or lace?

mmmmm beads i think cause of the click clacks

16. describe your ideal fantasy outfit

high waisted cotton pants and a poofy linen shirt, leather half corset, a couple belts for my sword and daggers, either no shoes or soft leather slippers, cape obviously and lots of jewelry

18. hard candy, fruit preserves or spice cake?

if i had to choose right now spice cake but like all of them depending on my mood

20. tying your hair up using ribbon, yay or nay?

hell fucking yes i just dont have long enough hair right now

22. tell us, in detail, about a curse a witch would put on you.

god fuck you uhhhh. probably like a curse to not be able to articulate myself? i would be able to get the general idea across but not what i Actually Meant wow that sounds like my personal hell

24. mint, rosemary, basil or sage?

mint or basil depending on my mood

26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)

ok so 2018 i did a haunted house and for the first few days i was behind a door that essentially led to a service hallway fr the security cause there was a lot of people instead of like, an actual scare spot in one of the rooms and it was great UNTIL i started hearing knocking from the wall behind me, and keep in mind this was a warehouse i was at the edge of the haunt there was nothing on the other side of me but the Outside so its not like one of the actors or patrons was knocking around behind me, a couple times i saw a stack of hat boxes jostle which was Not fun no sir i really hated it, this went on for a couple nights before one night it was a slow period and i was standing by my door waiting to hear someone come in, and let me clarify the setting a little bit i was in a storage area so there was bins and shit all around me, and i was chilling and i heard smth like sliding behind me? and then a stack of empty tubs fucking slid into me and hit my shoulder. now this stack wasnt in danger of falling it was sitting back pretty stable on top of a pile of boxes so tldr a ghost shoved a pile of emtpy storage bins to try and hit me it sucked. it stopped after that and then i moved rooms after to fill out the necessary spots but it uhh sucked lol

28. tell us three sayings that you live by.

ah jeez um. lets see

do no harm, take no shit; it takes two to tango; curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back

30. describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).

tailored three piece suit with a corset styled like a waistcoat, dress shoes with a small heel, cane with a handle styled like a big cat, maybe a panther or smth, full-face barn owl mask with pale filligree you have to get close in the right light to see clearly

32. what would you end up in the dungeon for?

homosexual activity and public dueling

34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?

definitely a flying carpet

36. would you rather be a pirate or a king/queen?

pirate pirate pirate pirate 100 percent oh my GOD please let me sail the open seas with my gay lover

38. would you have a painting of yourself?

nah maybe if it was a group piece with my friends or s/o or smth but not a solo portrait

40. if you could live any fairy tale, which one would you?

idk i dont have the braincells to give this question a lot of thought, theoretically i guess but it depends on the fairy tale

alright motherfucker expect retaliation im coming for you

#ilysmmmm #friendos #jade #and z answers #prozacking

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sebbytrash · 6 years

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Through His Eyes - Part Nine

Summary - Bucky arrives at the compound to start afresh but you and him have a somewhat colorful past, colorful being that you met him once before as The Winter Soldier and it did not go well. New beginnings, yeah? If you can learn to forgive.

Pairing - Eventual Bucky x Reader

Warnings - Angst-ish. Sad Bucky. Sexual content. (Ah!)

A/N - Thank you for the wonderful support on this series, it truly means the world as I agonise over every word. I searched for an hour for a gif and had to settle with the below. Will trade chicken nuggets for comments

Through His Eyes Masterlist

“What a fucking pair we are.” You explain, and laugh low again, “Nothing like flashbacks to ruin a budding friendship.”

“Friendship?” He sounds so pained that you can’t be sure, don’t know if it’s something he wants or dreads.

“Sure.” You say, careful with the tone so you can be clear he has an equal choice here, “I hope so, anyway.”

“Yeah.” He says, smiles and takes that step forward again, “I do, too.”

The next night, you manage to sleep a little later and when you wake, it feels like the celebration of real progress. In fact, your body clock is famous within the walls and the fact that your missing from your usual perch beside the coffee maker this morning has Sam knocking on your door just as your brushing your teeth.

You swing the door open, brush hanging out the side of your mouth and try to smile when you see him, “Hey.” (It doesn’t remotely sound like that.)

“Urgh, gross.” He wrinkles his nose at you and follows you inside.

You brush the last few times and the disappear to spit in the sink before heading back out to Sam, “I would apologise, but you did interrupt me.”

“Yeah, I didn’t see you at breakfast, was just checking in.” He says it casually, but you know that he means he was worried, that maybe you’d had a really bad night and were holed up here. Jesus, you didn’t deserve a friend like Sam Wilson. Heart of pure diamond.

“I’m good,” You smile, take a seat beside him on the couch, “I slept late.”

“You slept late?” He asks, confusion at first and then you see it when the implications finally settle, “You slept late!”

To anyone else, it might seem inconsequential, but Sam knows what it means to you, what it must feel like to finally feel like you might be healing in a deep rooted way and not just the fear and the anxiety. Sam who has half carried you the way, taking up the slack when you couldn’t yourself. It his victory as much as it's yours.

“Thank you, Sam. For everything.”

“Don't look at me, I just showed you the way, you did all the walking.”

“Like my own personal Gandalf.” You can’t fight the smile at the thought of Sam in Gandalf’s hat, “You’d suit that hat, y’know.”

“Okay, Frodo. That’s enough of that.”

You take a small sip of the coffee now in front of you, hum low at the back of your throat and shoot Sam a grateful smile. He ducks to peck you on the cheek before disappearing to work with Tony on some new tech for his Wings.

Steve appears a little later, his usual smile is little more forced, the corners of his eyes a little tighter and you instantly worry, recognise the absence of a certain someone and figure they must be related. You feel yourself deflate a little at that, and you don’t take the time to analyse if its because of Steve, or if it’s something else.

“You okay?” You ask him when he grabs a mug from the counter, filling it almost to the brim with Sam’s coffee.

“Yeah, all good.” He replies easily, shooting you a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“No Bucky, today?” You try to sound casual but the way Steve looks at you suggests it was anything but.

“He, uh, had a difficult night.” He says it gently, hesitantly, and you know immediately that it’s specifically you. He’s dreaming about you, again.

“Oh.” You brain comes up empty, too busy tripping over how much this aches, how the pain has new edges that you don’t want to inspect too closely.

“I’ll check on him in a while, see if he wants to come out and have dinner.”

Wanda emerges muttering her good mornings a lot closer to evening that you care to point out, but take her company on the sofa anyway and spend some time letting Netflix play in the background as she fills you in on her night out. It’s nice and relaxed, yet you can’t help but find your mind wandering to Bucky, wonder if he’s OK and if seeing you will only make it worse. Guilt overlapping with concern and you pull at your fingers until Wanda flicks you on the shoulder to gain your attention.

“Ow!” You shoot her a what-the-fuck look, because what the fuck?

“Am I boring you?” She laughs, nudges you with her shoulder and gives you that smile. The one that reminds you of all the good.

You sigh, “No, of course not, I’m sorry. Just distracted.”

“I see that. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Great, even.” You say and mean it.

“So what’s the distraction?” Wanda pushes, giving you the nudge you might need to talk because she knows it's difficult for you.

“It’s, uh, Steve said Bucky had a bad night.”

“Ah.” One word to strip you bare.

“Ah, what?” Did you sound defensive, because you're probably defensive.

“You’re worried about him.”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” You sound a bit defeated, even to your own ears because truthfully you didn’t know what to do with that information.

“Does that bother you?”

“No. It’s just weird I guess. But it means I’m not faking the forgiveness, right?”

“I think that you can forgive someone and still not find the strength to care for them.” She says, her unflinching gaze peeling back your layers, “And yet, you have. You do.”

“Is that stupid?”

She pauses, gives you the weight of her stare, “It’s brave.” Not really an answer.

Steve appears behind Wanda a second later, meets your eyes over her shoulder and gives a soft shake of his head. No, Bucky wouldn’t be coming out today.

The rational side of your brain helpfully points out that it bothers you more than it should.

Tick. Thump. Tick. Thump.

The clock ticks and your heart thumps, a methodic rhythm that bounces between the walls, refuses to get lost in the darkness of your room. Was it just this morning you were celebrating? Thing with that is, progress is progress but when its at the expense of another, it takes the shine out of it. At least, that’s the sort of thinking that has you still awake, contemplating your life choices and marvelling at the bizarre turn your life has taken to where your kept awake at night by thought of the man who tortured you having a rough time.

Ho, life.

It doesn’t take long for you to give up the game of sleep, throw on some workout clothes and head to the sanctity of your treadmill. You spend an hour adding a few more miles to the tread on your sneakers then find a corner to curl up and try not to cough up a lung. That’s when he turns up.

Your not really sure why you choose to remain quiet, it might be the tense way he holds his shoulders or the thrumming energy that has him pacing on the spot but whatever it is keeps you silent from your spot in the corner. Bucky finally stops in front of the punch bag, grips the sides with his fingers like it’s holding him up before unleashing himself on it, the bag groans under the assault, his fists beats against it so quick the sounds start merge together like vibration. It’s both difficult and mesmerizing to watch, the pain and anger in each punch but the speed and accuracy, the grace with which his body moves on pure muscle memory alone. It’s nothing at all like the movements of the solder, and for that reason you find no apprehension inside you, not even the beginnings of any fear as you watch him. You mentally scold yourself for finding victory in this display of agony.

Then it happens, the moment where he breaks. A slow motion drop to his knees, skin dragging painfully down the bag that you know has to be sticking, the endless horror of the sound that comes from his throat. That defeat. You know that sound, know that feeling, and the full weight of it hits you right in the chest, hands of grief clawing away till they find a little give, a little purchase and pull you open. The sounds keep coming, raw and unchecked, the full gravity of his misery laid bare for an audience he doesn’t even know he has. The guilt pushes you up, walks your feet those steps to him and drops you down next to him. Help him, it says.

You reach out a hand, half whisper his name as it touches his shoulder and lightening fast he has your wrist in his grip, eyes wide and red-rimmed as he stares at you.

That one hundred mile stare.

He looks for longer than is comfortable, long enough that you begin and abandon a few apologies, a few comforts and try to begin again when his other hand reaches out to you, grazes your cheek with the softest touch for the tears you didn’t know were falling. He looks from your face to his now wet fingers, spends another few seconds in pure agony and sobs your name. Then he leans.

You have time to stop him, time to change what’s about to happen but you don’t, let him push up onto his knees and forward, pulling you towards him with his hand still wrapped around your wrist and finding your lips with his.

You could stop him.

But you don’t.

No, instead you let his fingers curl around your waist and along your jaw, let his lips apply that sweet pressure that pulls the blood right to the surface of your skin. Kiss him back with all that bubbling emotion that’s been eating at you since he entered, let him feel all the ounces of pain and guilt and everything in between, lose the way back in the barest brush and all that quiet intensity. You know, somewhere in you, that it’s a terrible idea to do this but the second his lips touched you the rational side of your brain went numb, the rest of you so wrapped up in the feeling of feeling, spent so much time fighting or falling that your whole being pulls towards this other sensation. This thing you’d forgotten was possible and were now throwing yourself entirely at. His kisses taste like forgotten moments and untapped grief. Your pain matches his.

Your fingers climb up his arms and hook around his neck, his body trembles under the touch, leans towards each movement like hes aching for it. He is. You are. You chance a few fingers into his hairline, let the soft strands slip between your fingers and are rewarded with a low groan. It's a sound you could stand to hear again, and so you chase it, search for it, lose yourself in that chase the same way he's losing himself in you. Each press of lips chase the darkness further, each moan guards from those ever present memories in a far more effective way than anything else every has.

It's addictive, the press of his lips, the feel of his skin on your skin. You don't know how to stop. (You don't want to stop.)

His lips move across your jaw and you tilt to give him the room he's searching for, find yourself pulled onto his lap as his lips touch the spot under your jaw and continue down making your muscles melt with each touch. Your thighs find their home straddling his, the hard feel of him pressed against you as his fingers press and urge you to move and so you do, one slow grind that bleeds into another. Then another. Your breaths are shorter, punching out of you rapid and mixing with the sighing moans escaping you and the echoing ones from Bucky. There’s nothing else but this moment, this feeling. There’s no fear, no pain, no never ending guilt.

The feeling builds, morphs into something with a destination, licks fire up your spine that pours from you to him, his fingers tighten and and your breathing hitches. Whatever weight there was between you is lost to the song of movement, the blissful blindness that has nerve endings chanting incoherencies. You come undone, breathing your pleased little noises into his neck and his answering groan tells you he’s right beside you, clutching hands and curving spines together. Your heart beats lasciviously for the matching scars and matching fervor.

Then, there’s nothing but breathing. His, yours, the returning presence of regret, barely contained agony and newly adorned satisfaction mixing together like old friends. The floodgates are bending against the will of the guilt that's waiting to overcome you, the feeling that you should have stopped this but undone by the sight of him, of needing to soothe and to be soothed so much it almost split your bones. It’s difficult to regret something and yet ache for it again, for the soft touches that chase away the dark edges.

He disrupts your spiralling thoughts with his fingertips, cups your face and tilts up, whispers your name in that tone you can’t quite place. You wait, desperately clinging to the floating numbness as gravity comes for you, licks at your heels with renewed purpose.

“I do not see why we had to be up this early just to train.” Sam’s voice echoes down the hallway sending you up and away from Bucky in a blind panic, shoving yourself back and straight to the treadmill before he reaches the door. You don’t miss the way his fingers grip you to the last second.

“It’s not that early.” Steve insists as he follows him through, “See, Y/N and Bucky are both up.”

“Jesus, does everybody love the fucking sunrise?” Sam mutters, pauses at your side to give you that smile of his, “Jeez, Y/N. Time for a break, maybe? Your legs are like jello.”

Bucky splutters mid-gulp of his water and you do your best not to tuck your chin.

Sam, fucking, Wilson.

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