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iamnotshazam · 4 months

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i saw the LotR films before ever reading the books and i love both. i turn now more to the books than the movies for enjoyment.

but i also feel like the three movies just. fucken. cracked it out of the park with some important things and i had NO idea how good i had it as a little nerd delving into the extended edition dvd extras. if i were a fan in the gritty-obsessed 90's hearing rumors of these movies, i would have expected at best stuff like: B-list acting that occasionally broke through with honest emotions. some skilled costuming and weaponry popping up in important scenes but mostly just knock-off viking opera aesthetic. homebrew DND imagery that made it painfully obvious by contrast which scenes they actually spent money on the set design and dressing.

and WETA and New Line and everyone on this!!! they did NOT accept lower standards cause it was fantasy! everyone else would have. This was genre filmmaking, this would have been perceived at the time as more like How the Grinch Stole Christmas than a Cecil B Demille-level epic movie. And the costuming department, composer, propsmaster and set designer all said "NO" and put their whole pussies behind it!

Jesus Christ the quality in those movies! Ian McKellan has undershirts like Gandalf the White might have! Bernard Hill has realistic quilted padding underlayers all made in the style a Rohirrim tailor and armorer would have made! Minas Tirith has a rat catcher because someone took a doodle and decided that would make sense in the lived reality of a massive city! Movie makers do not usually do this. It is NEVER about what isnt seen or necessary for the shot. You are judged professionally not by if you can cut corners in order to help production and still seem good, but by HOW MUCH.

I cannot blame anyone who worked on the Amazon series in the hands-on creative roles because the results are what they have been trained to do. Blame executives. Blame executives! Of course chainmail is going to be, i dunno, plastic or sewn into the edges of costumes if you dont have the money or time for real chain mail! And because it cannot be overstated how unusual the LotR trilogy filmmaking process must have been. It's like being given an average lower middle class family grocery budget and told to make a fancy Christmas dinner for 20 all by yourself with no help versus having a trained staff, a blank check, and Martha Stewart on retainer. That's not an exaggeration. That's the rhetorical gulf that someone (Valar BLESS them) in the bureaucracy had to wade across to convince execs to buy into the details. The Lord of the Rings movies are WEIRD.

And it shows. Bookfans bitch about the story changes, the balrog wings, the characterization differences. (Denethor was a reasonable person and even outsider Pippin could see he was very admirable to the people of Gondor, which made it sooooo much creepier when he suddenly snapped but i digress) but NEVER about the music. the filming locations. the set designs. the costumes. the props. the things that i really think count the most to help invest people in a different world!

No one ever complains about taking out the scene where Rohan is summoned to Gondor's aid with the Red Arrow, because yeah they could have made it work, they made the importance of other props like Anduríl and, oh yeah, the One Ring very clear, but they had a better idea.

The beacons.

The beacons were not in the book.

Not in the same way, really, because while incredible to think about the narrative style was close third person, and you cannot follow beacons to rhapsodize about them when you're a tired hobbit getting saddle sore crossing national borders with a grumpy old wizard. Pippin sees the Beacons of Gondor at a distance when he's falling asleep and Gandalf tells him they're a mustering signal within Gondor. Which makes sense, really, they require some upkeep and would be awkward for two nations to negotiate how to handle - nevermind. That's it. That's all the beacons are in the text.

Someone adapting the script saw a moment that was ho-hum in the book but realized ! 💡⚡️That would look really great on camera! And it is now routinely listed as one of the most important cinematic moments of anything, ever.

There are so many things I still want to ask Peter Jackson, "Why???" but the original trilogy movies overall? Work. They work and they do more than work, they helped elevate an entire artform that I don't honestly know that much about and oh god i usually dont ramble about them like this im embarassed is this already acknowledged in tumblr tolkien circles? or are we just split into different little fandoms in order to keep the peace?

#tolkien #peter jackson #weta workshop #gondor #rohan #gandalf #pippin #theoden #the lord of the rings #lotr #denethor #the movies . . . is good? the movies is good!!!#jrrt

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moodybluezzz · 8 months

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Sleepover - Rohan Kishibe x Reader

[Content: SFW, fluff, gender neutral Y/N, warning for description of nightmares/night terrors, fear, and Kira being creepy]

[Word count: 2.7k]

How did I end up here? Standing on a mangaka's porch in the middle of the night?

You had lived in Morioh for your entire life - content with your peaceful, albeit lonely, routine. You found it surprisingly difficult to make friends in the small town, spending most of your time reading and drawing on your own instead. That is, until a year ago, when you crossed paths with a peculiar cast of characters and your life changed. You had recognized a few of the boys - Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi - since they attended school nearby and frequented many of the same shops and restaurants as you. However, your interest in the group spiked when you began hearing mutters of a killer on the loose, and strange beings known as "Stands" that held powers beyond your imagination. After running into the boys so many times, it began to feel as though fate was bringing you together somehow. One day you mustered the courage to start a conversation and managed to befriend the rowdy teens. From there you became part of the group, helping out however you could despite your lack of a Stand. As a result you also became familiar with Jotaro Kujo, a stoic man visiting Morioh to investigate the Stand Users, and Rohan Kishibe, a stubborn mangaka, each possessing Stands of their own and aiding in the mission.

From the start you couldn't help but find yourself drawn to Rohan, not only admiring his abilities but also seemingly tolerating his bold personality more than the rest of the group. Though you could admit he was a prick sometimes, you longed to get to know him even just a little more and felt comfortable around him nonetheless.

Now you were at Rohan's doorstep at 3am on a cold fall night, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you hoped that he heard your knocking. Ever since the fateful battle with Yoshikage Kira, you found yourself plagued with nightmares and a general nervousness about the town. It was as though Kira's evil spirit itself was haunting you. Tonight your nightmares were worse than usual, waking you terrified with no chance of falling back asleep. You hurried to the one person who was guaranteed to be awake at this hour - Rohan. Glancing nervously around the dark, you shuddered at the thought of some twisted Stand User leaping out of the darkness to torment you like Kira did to so many others. You knocked again, this time more frantic. Just as your mind began playing tricks on you in the darkness, Rohan opened the door. You leapt through the doorway, nearly into his arms, and he stepped back in surprise with an annoyed look.

"There must be a slumber party at my place tonight, did I miss the memo? Seriously, what are you doing, Y/N." He crossed his arms.

"I-I'm sorry, Rohan! It's just… I had a nightmare…"

"And you came here why?" Rohan stared at you skeptically.

"I thought… Maybe you would be able to help make sense of these dreams… You're into scary paranormal stuff, right?"

"Scary paranormal stuff. Right." He rolled his eyes. "Look, just close the door and come in." He sighed and started walking through his lavish living room and toward the kitchen. "Let's just sit down and chat." You followed carefully behind Rohan; All the lights were off due to the late hour. You had been here a few times before with the others but the mansion still never failed to impress you. You felt a brief wave of pity for Rohan, wondering if it ever got lonely living alone in such a big house.

At last you arrived at the kitchen, Rohan motioning for you to sit down at a candle-lit dining table. His sketchbook sat open in the flickering light - he must have been drawing before you arrived. He sat across from you, the warm light illuminating his face. He leaned down, resting his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand.

"So, tell me about these nightmares."

You did your best to describe the dreams, starting vaguely in worry that Rohan might not take you seriously. However, as you went on his expression changed to one of concern, inviting you to open up. You told him all about the horrors you faced at the hands of the Stand User in your dreams, the sleepless nights and the anxiety that washed over you as the sun set on Morioh each day. You stopped and sat in silence, shaken up by the mere memory of your nightmares. You fidgeted your hands nervously on the tabletop, before glancing up and meeting Rohan's deep green eyes. The candlelight made them shine brilliantly, and you couldn't help but get lost in them. You wondered what was going on in Rohan's mind as he stared into your soul. After a long moment you snapped out of it, averting your gaze and blushing.

"Stay here for the night." Rohan spoke firmly. "We can't have you running off in the middle of the night again. We have to get this fear out of you." You were shocked at his willingness to help you and ever-so-slightly excited. Rohan continued. "Your fear isn't irrational per say. We all remember what Yoshikage Kira did. But it's been a year since then and this paranoia can't go on. Maybe it'll help to get some rest knowing there's a Stand user in the house." He stood. "I'm going to make tea. If you want some, you can."

You watched as he swiftly brewed a small pot of tea, mesmerized by the way his body moved in the dim light. He was wearing a much more casual outfit than you were used to seeing, though it still reflected his extravagant fashion sense.

You wondered how many times he had done this, brewing tea for himself at some late hour to fuel his nighttime drawing sessions. Had he ever wished he had someone to share it with?

Rohan set two elegant teacups on the table and poured out some for each of you. "This will help you relax."

You waited for him to sit back down before taking a sip and sighing.

"This is the best tea I've ever had! Thank you, Rohan… Really…"

Rohan smirked. "It's just tea, nothing special." You were tempted to tell him it was special just for the fact he made it. However, you held back. You finished your tea quickly and Rohan set the dishes aside. "You should get to bed. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes."

You felt ever-so-slightly self conscious. "Where do you want me to sleep? I can take the couch if you'd like-"

"No, no. There's guest bedrooms upstairs. Let me show you the way."

You followed Rohan, hoping to finally enjoy a restful sleep. He opened a door just up the stairs and flicked on the light.

"Go on. Now get some sleep. My bedroom is right next door if you need to know where the bathroom is or something." You thanked him and he closed the door, leaving you alone. The room was decorated plainly yet elegantly, and the bed was made perfectly as though no one had ever slept in it. Maybe they hadn't. You shut off the light and plopped down on the mattress.

It's even softer than I expected!

Rohan was right - you must have really needed to catch up on rest. And you did feel safer knowing he was right next door. You fell asleep the moment your head hit the pillows.

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Darkness.

A path lit only by flickering yellow streetlights.

Walking past rows of identical townhouses. This is Morioh.

Your footsteps echoing through the night.

Why are you here?

Footsteps that are not your own.

Running.

Faster footsteps. He's behind you.

Hands grabbing you from behind. Holding you back.

Can't turn around but you know who is there.

The figure of a creature emerging from the darkness ahead. A Stand.

Piercing pink eyes tearing into your soul. Gloved hands reaching out for you.

Kicking, screaming to no avail, screaming for Rohan. Help me, Rohan! He's got me!

He's a Killer Queen

Gunpowder, gelatine

Dynamite with a laser beam

Guaranteed to blow your mind.

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"Y/N! Y/N, stop! You need to wake up!"

You finally came to, Rohan struggling to hold you still with a frustrated expression. You were kicking and screaming and begging Kira to let you go. You gradually processed what was happening and burst into tears, giving in and clinging to Rohan desperately. He was silent and still for a moment, before hesitantly resting his arms around you. You buried your face in his chest and gripped his back, not caring if he pushed you away and scolded you. However, Rohan stayed still and silent, taken aback by the sudden contact. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, searching for the right words.

"Just… breathe. You're safe, I promise." Your sobs gradually grew more sparse and eventually stopped altogether. You looked up at Rohan, your face hot and tear-stained. Something in his expression changed as he looked down at you.

Without a word he got up, grabbing your hand and guiding you off the bed and to your feet.

"Come to my room. Let me help you." You rubbed your eyes and followed him out of the room and into his own, looking over your shoulder into the darkness of the house every so often. You could just make out the shape of Rohan's bed in the darkness. He sat down near the pillows and patted the spot in front of him. Once you joined him, he reached out and put his hands on your trembling shoulders.

"I didn't want to have to jump to this, but let me use my Stand to help you. Heaven's Door can erase all of this." You shuddered. You were present when Rohan used his Stand in the past - a clever yet invasive power. He had noticed how much it intimidated you and avoided using it on you until now. You gulped.

"It will only take a moment, and when you open your eyes everything will be okay."

You scooted closer to Rohan and nodded, closing your eyes. He focused his gaze on you and whispered.

"Heaven's Door!"

Your consciousness faded as Rohan laid you down and opened your mind like a book. You felt… vulnerable. But at this point you didn't mind. As long as you were in Rohan's hands, everything was okay.

It felt like only an instant passed before you opened your eyes. Your mind felt unexplainably clearer. You looked up at Rohan, who was sitting beside you, his legs hanging off the side of the bed.

"...I made some edits. I didn't completely wipe your memory of the dreams - I didn't want you waking up wondering how you ended up in my bed. That would've been a pain to explain. But you won't be having any more. Okay?"

You nodded, relieved. It was as though your fear was erased - literally.

Rohan gazed off into the darkness for a long moment.

"...Why are you so intrigued by me?"

In your panic you had completely forgotten that Heaven's Door allowed Rohan to read all of your thoughts - and you had no doubt he did some snooping. You hesitated to answer. There was just something about Rohan - his attitude, his outfits, his talent, the way he directed his dry jokes at you when you were with the others because he seemed to know you'd get it the most. You knew there was more to him than the cold front he put up in public, and you wanted to find it. And you had to admit, he was attractive…

"Heh. I guess I didn't have to ask. I bet right now you're thinking of the very things I already saw." You scrambled for an excuse before Rohan reached down and turned your chin toward him. You blushed hard and stared into his eyes, their emerald hue just visible in the dark. He leaned down close.

"This is what you imagined I would do when we were in the kitchen, is it not?"

He so knew what he was doing to you, though he kept his poker face all the while. You couldn't deny you liked it deep down.

"Tell me." Rohan whispered firmly. You turned, facing away from him in embarrassment. You felt him lean over you, his face mere inches from yours.

"Your silence speaks volumes."

He pulled back and laid down on the other side of the large bed. Your heart raced as you debated whether to turn over and try to explain yourself or leave him be. You decided not to dig yourself into an even bigger hole, closing your eyes and focusing on getting back to sleep instead.

Just as you began to drift off, you felt a weight shift on the bed behind you, followed by a firm chest on your back and arms wrapping carefully around your body. You opened your eyes, wondering if you were dreaming.

"What are you doing, Rohan?" You mumbled tiredly.

The man was silent at first before leaning close to your ear. You could feel his warm breath on your neck - an indescribable sensation shooting down your body. You gasped quietly.

"I'm just going to protect you for the night. Don't get too excited." Rohan snuggled closer, spooning your whole body in his. "Besides, you wanted to be closer to me, right? Well now you are." He whispered smugly, a teasing tone in his voice.

You closed your eyes, taking in the feeling of Rohan's tall, slim body against yours.

You broke the silence. "There's just… Always been something that made me want to be special to you…"

Rohan was silent for a moment.

"You are special to me."

Your heart fluttered as you took in his words. Deep down you hoped he would say more, but he held back. Stubborn as always.

"...Goodnight, Y/N."

You fell asleep to the feeling of Rohan's hands running soothingly along your side, and up and down your arms. You had no dreams that night.

When you woke you were alone in the bed. You could hear the faint sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen downstairs. Rohan must have gotten up before you (unsurprisingly, the guy seemed to never sleep.) You laid there for a moment, enjoying the warm sunlight pouring through the windows and the lingering smell of Rohan's expensive cologne in the air. For a moment you had to ask yourself if last night was a dream. You sat up, realizing you hadn't brought a change of clothes.

Your eyes settled on Rohan's closet.

You opened the tall sliding doors to reveal a walk-in closet packed with designer clothes. You scanned through the shelves - some outfits you easily recognized, others you had never seen him wear at all. You settled on a comfy white sweater and pants to match. His clothes were ridiculously baggy on you due to your height difference, but they were certainly comfortable.

You headed downstairs to find Rohan finishing breakfast, two plates waiting on the table. He glanced up at the sound of your footsteps and his eyes widened.

"W-Where did you get those!?" You couldn't help but giggle at his surprised expression.

"I forgot to bring a change of clothes, I hoped you wouldn't mind," you said in a sweet but teasing tone. Rohan crossed his arms.

"Fine. Just sit down, your food is going to get cold." You swore you heard him mumble: "You're lucky you're cute."

A tense silence filled the room as you ate. How could you have gotten so up close and personal last night but feel so awkward now? Every once in a while Rohan stole a quick glance at you and your outfit; he must have thought you didn't notice but you most certainly did.

Finishing your food, you looked up at Rohan. "Thank you for helping me last night. Really. I slept better than I have in… Well… at least a year." Rohan kept his eyes on his plate, but you couldn't help but catch a blush cross his face.

"...Don't mention it."

…

Josuke and Okuyasu walked casually down the road as they headed home from school. Okuyasu perked up. "Hey, aren't we about to pass Rohan's house? I wonder what he's been up to."

Josuke frowned. "Oh yeah, you're right." I'd rather not know honestly... He quickened his steps before Okuyasu put a hand on his shoulder.

"Oi, Josuke! Isn't that Y/N over there?" Josuke looked up, spotting you walking home from Rohan's house.

Okuyasu squinted. "Since when did Y/N dress so fancy! Wait... Don't those clothes look familiar…?"

The two slowly turned to each other.

#jjba #jjba fanfic #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #rohan kishibe #rohan x reader #diamond is unbreakable

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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years

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Hi, wanna cry?

From “A Conspiracy Unmasked”, The Fellowship of the Ring:

From “The Muster of Rohan”, The Return of the King:

Can we talk about “and I came to help them”?? Can we talk about Merry’s speech in the house in Crickhollow?? Can we talk about “we are horribly afraid—but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds”, and then Merry looking up and realizing that—through no fault of his own—he’d wound up so far away from the exact person that he’d left home to protect in the first place?

Can we talk about how much we take it for granted that we know where our loved ones are almost 24/7/365, at any given moment, day in and day out? How our phones and devices keep us instantly connected with people on the other side of the planet? How quiet the world is without that? How terrifying the silence must be, when you don’t know where your loved ones are, and have no way of finding out, but the only thing you know is that they’re walking towards danger and you can’t help??

But you CAME to help. You left HOME to help. You walked away from safety and security and family and community and a roof over your head and hot food in your stomach and a soft bed at night and everything you knew and held dear, to HELP. And now the ones you wanted to help are so, so far away. You desperately hope they are alive. You have no way of knowing.

If they died alone, out in this wilderness, and were not found, perhaps you’d never know.

Where are they, you ask in your heart, as you look up at the moon in the chill at the end of the day, and wonder if they’re still out there, somewhere, looking at it too.

Where are you? Do you know I’m thinking of you? Are you thinking about me too?

I love you.

I’m sorry.

Please come back safe.

#meriadoc brandybuck #merry #frodo baggins #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #it’s 3 AM and i’m emotional help 😭😭😭#i’m surprised by how much emotion i’m getting out of merry in this read-through #he feels so responsible for the others in a big-brother sort of way and i relate to that so much

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coopsgirl · 1 month

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This day in Middle Earth history: March 10, TA 3019

The Dawnless Day. The Muster of Rohan: the Rohirrim ride from Harrowdale. Faramir rescued by Gandalf outside the gates of the City. Aragorn crosses Ringlo. An army from the Morannon take Cair Andros and passes into Anorien. Frodo passes the Cross-roads, and sees the Morgul-host set forth.

#lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #middle earth #gandalf #minas morgul #war of the ring

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themoonlily · 3 months

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saunas in Rohan, is that anything?

Rohirrim did originally live much further north, before they settled in Calenardhon, so it bears thinking that saunas could have been a part of surviving the presumably longer and harsher winters of their earlier home region. Maybe saunas could be a specifically Northman thing to do (Laketown and Dale might also have saunas). If so, they might have brought the sauna tradition with them to their new home country.

The famous turf saunas of Edoras. The ongoing debate about the traditional saunas against the smoke saunas of East-Mark, or the more experimental cave saunas at the Hornburg.

The Riders of the Muster of Rohan building a makeshift sauna somewhere near the walls of Minas Tirith after the most debris of battle has been cleared out. Locals come and boggle at it (and the sweaty but happy Rohirrim coming in and out of the sauna).

The incredulity of Gondorians at the face of this tradition - and their astonishment when their revered King Elessar himself is heard praising the virtues of bathing in a sauna after a long windy day on the plains.

Éomer spending at least a year after their marriage persuading Lothíriel to try it, which she eventually does, and is an instant convert. Her adding to the sauna culture by developing the Middle-earth equivalent of spa experience.

Éowyn building a sauna at Emyn Arnen and causing a sensation, but on the other hand, she's the Slayer of the Witch-king and can do whatever she wants.

#lotr crack #kind of because I'm at least half-serious #:D #Rohirrim #Rohan #text

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warrioreowynofrohan · 6 months

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Favourite Chapter of The Lord of the Rings (Part 5 of 8)

The favourites from The Fellowship of the Ring were “Strider” (where the hobbits meet Aragorn) and “The Council of Elrond” (where Frodo and Sam meet lots of new people, including Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir), and the favourites from The Two Towers were “Treebeard” (where Merry and Pippin meet Treebeard) and “The Window on the West” (where Frodo and Sam meet Faramir). So I guess we can say we love chapters where the hobbits meet new friends!

#tolkien #the lord of the rings #gandalf #aragorn #legolas #gimli #pippin took #merry brandybuck #thoden #eowyn #faramir #denethor #gondor #tolkien polls #rohirrim

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is-today-a-lotr-newsletter-day · 1 month

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today's a reading day!

chapters we're reading from: merry and the rohirrim - book five chapter 3. the muster of rohan, pippin and gandalf - book five chapter 4. the siege of gondor, frodo, sam and gollum - book four chapter 7. journey to the cross-roads and chapter 8. the stairs of cirith ungol

#lotr newsletter

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sindar-princeling · 1 month

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today's a reading day!

chapters we're reading from today: aragorn et al - book five chapter 2. the passing of the grey company, pippin and gandalf - book five chapter 1. minas tirith, frodo, sam and gollum - book four chapter 7. journey to the cross-roads, merry and the rohirrim - book five chapter 3. the muster of rohan

#lotr newsletter #it's mine my own my precious

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emyn-arnens · 6 months

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Hi! I was rereading The Return of the King and I got to the part where the men of Lebennin are described as being in part descended from forgotten men in the hills and I'm trying to figure out who that is exactly. The options I've thought of are Dunlendings or maybe peoples related to the Oathbreakers but I was wondering if you had any opinions?

I think you could be right on both counts! Tolkien doesn't give much detail on who the "forgotten men who housed in the shadow of the hills in the Dark Years ere the coming of the kings" might have been, but there are a few tenuous pieces we can put together.

Appendix F mentions that the Dunlendings are descendants of the Men of the White Mountains, and that the Dunlendings and Oathbreakers were once kin: "[The Dunlendings] were a remnant of the peoples that had dwelt in the vales of the White Mountains in ages past. The Dead Men of Dunharrow were of their kin." So at some distant point, the ancestors of the Dunlendings lived in the White Mountains, and then later moved to Enedwaith.

(As an aside, this post has some interesting thoughts on why the ancestors of the Dunlendings might have left the White Mountains. And the whole discussion thread is great—it's an analysis of of the Dunlendings and their history, compiled from various scraps of Tolkien's writings.)

Now, it's not clear as to whether the Dunlendings' ancestry in the White Mountains stretches all the way south to Lebennin and the surrounding areas, or if it's just relegated to the north near Dunharrow, but Tolkien does say "peoples," plural. That leads me to believe that the Dunlendings are descended from multiple people groups in the White Mountains—which could possibly include the "forgotten men." It's also possible that these "forgotten men" could have lived closer to Dunharrow originally and later moved to the southern end of the White Mountains at some point before the Númenoreans arrived. The pre-Númenorean Men in Middle-earth lived there for a long time and had plenty of time to move around before the Númenoreans showed up.

The thread I linked to above also brings up an interesting line from The War of the Ring. In Tolkien's drafts for "The Muster of Rohan" chapter, he had an abandoned reference to the Men of the White Mountains: "What had become of them? Vanished, gone away, to mingle with the people of Dunland or the folk of Lebennin by the sea." (I don't have access to that book, so I'm trusting that the poster got the quote right.) Of course, since it's a discarded draft, we can't know for sure that that was his final vision of the origins of the Men of the White Mountains, but it does bolster the connection between the Dunlendings and the Men of Lebennin.

All of this is rather shaky evidence, but I do think it's possible, even plausible, that the "forgotten men" were once the kin (even if it was very distant kin) of the Dunlendings and Oathbreakers.

#apologies for the late response! i wanted to answer this when i knew i had a chunk of time i could set aside to do research #but this past week was unexpectedly busy #asks #hobbitwrangler #lotr #my meta #.txt

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velvet4510 · 29 days

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#lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lord of the rings #the return of the king #chapters #book five #lotr poll #minas tirith #gondor #rohan #rohirrim #the black gate #denethor #lotr rotk

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sha-n-dowbannedlol · 2 years

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Rohan Kishibe x GN!Reader

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and Bakin is barking. It's going to be a good day, or so Rohan thought.

WARNINGS: uh, reader is sick?

yo, its been a while. had a major burnout so i allowed myself to actually take a break for once. felt nice. anyway, rohan fic :D

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The sound of small yelps coming from the new addition to Rohan's little family was what woke the mangaka up that morning. In all honesty, he still wasn't quite used to having a pet after not having one for so long, but the small labrador retriever seems to have captured your heart the moment you laid eyes on him — and Rohan would be lying if he said he hadn't felt the same.

Another small yelp from the puppy prompted the mangaka to snap out of his thoughts and finally open his eyes.

"What is it, Bakin?" The green-haired man asks sleepily as if the puppy sitting on the floor, looking up at his owners sadly would give a decipherable answer.

Rohan then sat up, letting his legs hang off the side of the bed and his feet land on the floor, now getting a good look at his new 'son' who has his tail wagging as he waits for his 'father' to pet him.

"Ah," Rohan grumbles annoyingly, though the action was only half-hearted, "They spoiled you with too much attention, didn't they?"

Leaning down, he pets the puppy who seems to have brightened up since he finally achieved the attention that he longs for. After giving Rohan's hand a few licks as thank you and as a show of affection, the puppy then turns to leave the room and play with one of his toys.

At the sight of Bakin leaving, Rohan turns to look at you. He lets out a light amused chuckle at the sight of your hogging all the blankets to yourself, your back to him. He was about to stand up to leave, but his observant eyes noticed something that wasn't right about you. He looks back at you and furrows his brows, sure enough, you were shivering. It was a very minimal movement, and Rohan would have missed it from the bundle of blankets you cocooned yourself with had he not taken a closer look.

He frowns as his eyes shift outside the window, the sun was shining brightly today and there were no signs of a bad- or even a cold weather, the air conditioner wasn't turned up that high either, and yet you're so cold that you're still shivering even though you're practically already hiding under the covers.

His brows furrowed as he crawls over to you, and you can feel the bed shift as he approaches you. You can also hear the sound of your name being called very faintly as if it was being called from the other side of the house. Your head is pounding, it aches so bad that you can't find it in you to even your eyes, and you feel so weak and your throat dry that you weren't able to muster up any words to tell the person calling you to stop and leave you alone.

The frown Rohan is wearing deepens when you only hum weakly in response to his calls. Balancing his weight on one arm, he uses the other to remove stray hair from your face before lowering himself down to press his lips against your temple. The furrow in his brows deepens as he pulls away before pressing his lips against the center of your forehead this time to be sure.

Your forehead was hot against his lips which made the mangaka's face scrunch in concern, but it was enough to confirm his suspicions that you were sick. His eyes glance over the clock in your shared room that has been ticking so quietly that he only heard the sound once he acknowledged the thing's existence in the room.

Curses were muttered under his breath when he realized he woke up quite later today than he usually does, his eyes sweep over to your form again as he debates in his mind what he should prioritize for today.

Sure, if this were any other day, the answer to his question would be taking care of you—except that he has a deadline coming soon and you pulled him from his work yesterday to spend time going around town. He didn't regret allowing himself to be enticed by you, he does, however, regret missing out on a whole day of work. If he had a wonderful inspiration at the moment, it would only take him a few hours to finish at least two days of work, unfortunately, the last time that happened was when he met Koichi for the first time.

With a defeated sigh, Rohan crawls out of bed before approaching the cabinet to fetch a hand towel, before making his way to the bathroom. Spending even more time thinking about what he should do would just eat up the time when he can already be doing something. With that, he decided to do what he can for you at the moment before he actually starts working.

When he came back into the room, he had a thermometer in one hand and the now wet towel in the other. The folded towel is placed on your forehead and he watches as you flinch at the cold sensation, before using the thermometer on you. Sure enough, the loud, rapid beeping of the thermometer was enough for Rohan to know that you had a fever, the numbers blinking back at him.

39° C

Not good.

He places the thermometer on the table next to your shared bed before exiting the room once again. The first thing he did was to check if there were any medicines still left or if he needed to go out—fortunately, he still had a decent stock left, he retrieved some for you in case you'll need them before heading to the kitchen. Rohan gave Bakin the puppy's food as he debated whether he should make you breakfast now or later since you're still very much deep in the dreamland before his mind reminded him that he won't be able to make some for later so he better do it now.

When he entered the room again with a curious Bakin following him, you were still asleep, discomfort obvious on your face which made the sides of his lips tilt downward slightly. He places the newly made food next to the thermometer, along with the glass of water and medication. He reaches out for a sticky note and wrote in it to be left next to your food.

The food might be cold by the time you read this but eat up and drink your meds. Yell out or text me if you need anything.

Looking back at the time after he placed the note for you, he then only realized that he forgot to make food for himself. He berates himself for that before shrugging it off, he doesn't have the time right now, maybe he can eat a quick snack later instead.

Another sigh escapes Rohan's lips as he sat down on his chair, his dominant hand picking up his pen, he can't help but wish he could use Heaven's Door on you—but alas, there is only so much that his stand can do, and that does not include healing illnesses.

At the mention of the stand, an idea suddenly popped up in the mangaka's head and he didn't waste any time. His stand manifested next to him, the familiar look of the protagonist of Pink Dark Boy looking at him with an inquisitive gaze, floating in the air as it patiently waits for his orders.

"Look after them for me, would you?"

Heaven's Door didn't need to be told twice.

The moment you felt conscious, it immediately dawned on you just how horrible you feel. Your head is pounding, yet numb, your eyelids feel hot and like it was glued to your eyes, your throat felt dry, and the blankets are too heavy, sticking to your skin which makes you feel hot.

You tried to kick them away, not noticing the extra pair of child-like hands helping you remove them in a much more graceful way than you would have had you continued kicking them on your own. However, the moment the blankets were off your body, the cool air that hit you sent goosebumps on your skin, and you immediately blindly reached for the blankets once again and pull them close to your being.

Finally opening your eyes, you were grateful that the lights were off and the blinds were covering the sun from shining its bright rays upon you. At first, you thought you might have woken up in the middle of the night, but the lack of heat coming from beside you in bed tells you otherwise. The next thing you noticed was the pair of emerald eyes looking over at you, shining with concern, which made you turn to look at the being floating on the bed to check on you.

"Good morning, D," You murmur, but the small nod the stand gave you told you that it heard your greeting loud and clear. Your eyes start to droop shut once again but you were awakened by the feeling of Heaven's Door gently tugging at the blankets.

"I'm cold," You informed him, thinking he might have misunderstood your intent earlier, but the constant tugging from the stand allows your fever-hazed mind to know that removing the blanket from you was not its intention.

Upon seeing you crack an eye open, Heaven's Door hovered over to the bedside table where the things Rohan placed lay, waiting for you. With a groan, perch yourself on one arm to examine what your partner has prepared for you—breakfast, a glass of water, medicine, and a note left for you. Not far from those, you can see the thermometer that you assume he used on you earlier. The stand moved to hand the note to you so you can read it and you can't help but crack a small smile before sitting up and doing exactly what he told you to do.

Surprisingly, the food was still a bit warm, which tells you that either it hadn't been long since Rohan made it or Heaven's Door decided to reheat it itself (or maybe, it used its ability on it? Can Heaven's Door even do that? You decide to think about it some other time as it just makes your head hurt even more). You only finished half of it before deciding that you have had enough and wanting to just go back to resting, you drank the meds, praying it works soon enough and downing it with room temperature water that was next to it.

As you lay back in bed, Heaven's Door helped return your blanket back and disappears to the bathroom for a moment, before returning with a damp washcloth and placing it on your forehead with a reassuring smile. You let out a soft 'thank you' before your drowsiness became too much to fight against.

Seeing you look a bit better than you had the morning its user found you helped calm Heaven's Door a bit, fetching the empty glass on the bedside table, he left for a moment to refill it with water for when you wake up feeling thirsty, its eyes glancing over the clock in the room to take note of the time you took your meds so it can relay the information to Rohan later so you can drink them in time.

When the stand got back to the room, it was surprised to see Bakin looking up at you from the side of the bed. It felt like slow motion for the stand as it watched the puppy stand on his two back legs, looking at you with every intention to bark to get your attention—perhaps because he needed affection, or perhaps out of worry for his owner—but Heaven's Door was quick to move before the puppy can interrupt your rest.

The puppy fell to his side on the floor as his pages open up, the door to the canine's heart now opened before the stand. Letting out a relieved sigh, Heaven's Door placed the glass of water on the bedside table before writing inside the pooch, commanding it to not go near you for the whole day—the stand assumed you'll be sleeping the whole day away anyway.

Undoing its ability, Bakin immediately got up to his paws and left the room. Presumably, to play with his toys in the kitchen, or maybe to annoy its other owner.

Heaven's Door turns to look at you, still asleep, and he can feel the stress his user must be feeling from having to work at a time when he should be taking care of you and the stand moves to sit on the bed next to you to look over at you more effectively.

After all, it's going to be a long day for the little stand.

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