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[whatlovegattado]

Alliance pt. 2

Requested by @billliemaximoff:  This is more of an add on rather than a request but can you possibly continue the Ned stark X reader? The one where he remarry a after cat dies, I’d love to see interactions with the children and they eventually warm up to her (ESPECIALLY Jon because she doesn’t care he’s a bastard she just wants them to like her and not think she’s takin the place of their mother, the children and Ned end up caring for her and she cares for them! ) Starks deserve more fluffy fanfic and who better than you! 💖Plus several others here and on Wattpad!!

Here you are! I do not own ANY Stark, Jon, Theon or Lysa. They belong to George R.R.Martin.

Part 1

Warnings: Some fluff and some angst.

Pairings: Eddard “Ned” Stark x fem!reader, Mentions of all the Stark children, Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy,  Lysa Arryn.

“Y/N! Look!” Sansa cried, running into the room with a wide smile. She came up to you, the fabric in her hands fluttering behind her, as well as Septa Mordane. “My first dress! I did it all by myself!” she told you proudly. Septa Mordane cleared her throat and Sansa blushed. “Well, Septa Mordane helped a little.” You grinned at her and held out your hand to examine the dress. “You did a wonderful job, Sansa. It is lovely.” Ned came into the room in time to hear Sansa say, “Thank you, Mother.”

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Future Queen

Author's note: Hello :) This is my first time writing a x reader fic after a while so I apologise if it's slightly bad (also I haven't used you pov in a while so for this fic I tried it and Idk how to feel). This is also my first time writing a trans character so if there is something that might be offensive please inform me! The reader is loosely based off of my OC but only plotwise. Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Aragorn x mtf!reader, Peredhil!reader

Warnings: Mild transphobia (nothing severe), near death experience, mentions of blood

Music was blaring and people were dancing and rejoicing in their colorful clothing that matched their new king. The war was over and the white tree of Gondor had come back to life radiating it's beauty once again for the very first time in centuries.

Yes it was the celebration for Aragorn who had finally reclaimed his throne and became the king of Gondor. Everyone was delighted and happy and it was clearly seen on their faces as their pearly whites were glowing in the ballroom. Though it wasn’t only the Gondorian’s who were celebrating, there were also other men, elves, dwarves and of course few hobbits who were there to honor the newly coronated king.

You were there as well in your elvish gown and silver jewelry. It was a close call that you couldn’t make it as you were badly injured in the battle of the Black Gate. Everyone thought you were about to die but thankfully you were rushed to Rivendell and your Lord Elrond managed to heal and save you.

Eowyn was giggling next to you, her gaze on Faramir who was being danced around by people who were grateful for his fast recovery. You smiled as you met Faramir’s eyes briefly. He smiled at you gleefully before turning to look at Eowyn who giggled again, now flustered before waving at her partner to which Faramir returned with a nod.

The golden haired maiden then turned to you and grabbed your arm gently to catch your attention. You looked at her with a questioning look.

“Somebody has his eye on you again, my lady,” she said and nodded, gesturing to you to look towards the front of the hall. You did and your breath got stuck on your throat as your (e/c) eyes met with piercy blue ones. It was the fifth time today you saw him looking at you and you guessed Eowyn could say even a bigger number.

Quickly you turned to look at your companion’s green eyes.

“We must leave. I need some fresh air,” you said and took Eowyn’s arm in yours before making your way towards the huge doors that lead to the courtyard, leaving the pair of blue eyes to look at your back. It wasn’t the first time he seemed like he was about to walk up to you and talk with you.

As you sat down on one of the white stony benches with Eowyn on your side, she grasped your shoulders tenderly.

“What is it (Y/n)? You have been avoiding Aragorn all day and he really seems like he would like to talk with you,” she said and you could hear the clear confusion in her voice. You sighed deeply, not exactly sure what to say, holding the soft arm of your friend that was laid on top of your clothed shoulder.

“I suppose I am afraid… “

Eowyn’s beautiful face was covered in frown as she looked at you.

“What are you afraid of?” she asked. Turning to look at the beautiful sun that was about to set, you went deep into thought. What were you exactly afraid of? That was a good question as you weren’t exactly sure how to put it in words yourself.

Something you hadn’t told your golden haired friend was the last moments of the battle that you could remember yourself.

You were deeply wounded with your mind hazy, ears ringing and sight blurry, almost completely sure that your days were over. Someone lowered themselves next to you and pulled you in their embrace. Catching their warmth and familiar presence, you opened your eyes only to be met with the blue ones of your companion since the beginning of the Fellowship.

“Aragorn… “

Your voice was barely louder than a whisper and the man whose hands were around your broken body only hushed you.

“Do not speak, you are deeply wounded,” Aragorn said while examining your wounds with small haste. He was alarmed by the amount of blood that was surrounding you and even more so when he studied the injuries that covered your body.

“Did… Did we win?” you asked weakly. Aragorn looked at you in warning, messaging that you should stay quiet to not exhaust yourself more, but soon smiled a little.

“Yes (Y/n), we did. Now we have to get you out of here so you may be healed,” Aragorn said and looked around, trying to look for either Legolas or Gandalf so that he could call them for help. You laughed quietly catching his attention.

“I think it’s too late for that… But I’m relieved to know it is over… “

Aragorn looked shocked at your words, almost not believing what you just said.

“Please do not speak that way… We will get you help- “ The words that had come out of his mouth were more and more unclear and you knew your end was near but surprisingly you weren’t afraid. There you were, laying in the embrace of a man you had fallen in love with, too much of a coward to ever admit it to him or even yourself before this.

“Aragorn I have to- I have to tell you something,” you said and he immediately quieted down worry written all over his face. You examined him as you took deep painful breaths of air. Even after battle he looked beautiful. His hair had partly fallen on his face, his lip was busted and he was covered in blood but still he managed to mesmerize you. Even when layered in all that Gondorian fabric and armour and newfound confidence, he was the same Aragorn that you had known for many years and had grown to love.

Weakly raising your hand to touch his face you smiled. Aragorn held your hand with his own and you could see that some tears were threatening to fall down from his eyes.

“ I have known you for such a long time. I always admired you and- and looked up to you but I must admit that during our quest together I have fallen deeply in love with you. You shall become a great king… “

After your touching monologue, Aragorn could feel your body go limp. While still trying to process your words in his mind he catched Legolas walking around in the corner of his eye.

“Legolas! Boe de nestad!”

You had no idea how Aragorn had reacted to your confession or how he himself felt. To say the least you were quite terrified. Meanwhile the two of you were close friends and had common respect, you had no idea how he would have felt being with someone like you, especially now when he was king. During the quest with Fellowship where the two of you started to get closer for real, never once did he mention about your past and he always treated you the same as others.

And you were certain that Aragorn knew. Of course he knew. He was only a few years younger than you when the two of you still lived in Rivendell and while you two didn’t talk to each other too much at the time, word moved around.

Elves weren’t mean in nature but there were always some who thought of you as an odd one. Eru nor the Valar made no mistakes in their eyes so you being something now that you weren’t when you were born was quite against their beliefs. But you had grown not to care.

Wherever you went, there were always people who had somehow heard of you and meanwhile some were accepting others not so much. Rude words and harsh names always followed you no matter where in Middle Earth you travelled to but you had learned to brush them off. Of course the words hurt deeply and made you insecure but in the end you were happy and loved yourself the way you were now so why would those people matter to you. Besides others like Gandalf and Elrond alongside his family have always accepted you so you always had the support of your loved ones.

But with Aragorn you weren’t so sure. You had never really cared for romantic companionships so you never thought about it too much. But once you found yourself being infatuated with Aragorn you started to think about it. Maybe that’s what you were afraid of. Being rejected by the only person you had fallen in love with for the sole reason of you being who you were.

You were scared that he would rip your heart out and grind it to dust so that you would be unable to love anyone ever again.

Turning to look at your friend again who had patiently waited for your response, you gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Eowyn was your closest friend since the two of you met in Edoras. You had confided in her one night and she accepted you wholeheartedly and never treated you differently even once. She loved you for who you were and you loved her.

“I am afraid of rejection I suppose. I did tell him I love him the day the ring was destroyed,” you explained a little uneasy. She looked slightly surprised after hearing this new piece of information, after all she had only joked about your crush on Aragorn back in Rohan, but quickly brushed it off finally realising the heaviness of the matter.

“I suppose you don’t know how he reacted… That’s why you are avoiding him?” the golden haired woman asked and you nodded. She then caught you in her embrace and you wrapped your arms around her.

“Aragorn is a great man. No matter what he thinks or feels he won’t belittle you or make you feel bad about yourself, trust me. Though I would bet on my arm that he loves you too, I did see the way he looked at you back in Rohan,” your friend said while stroking your back. You sighed and relaxed a little bit. Eowyn was right. Aragorn was a kindhearted man who had always treated you fairly so you didn’t know why he would now treat you any different. You weighed out Eowyn’s last words not really sure if to believe her or not but even if Aragorn didn’t love you back you were certain it wasn’t because of your differences.

You pulled back and looked at your friend who had a wide and encouraging smile painted on her face. It made you smile widely as well.

Soon Eowyn’s gaze shifted from you to someone behind you. Turning around, almost certain that it was Faramir who was looking for Eowyn, you met the blue eyes that you were far too familiar with. Aragorn gave a small bow to which you and Eowyn returned with a nod.

“I apologise if I interrupted something,” he said and before you could say anything Eowyn answered for the both of you while standing up.

“Not at all, my king. I was just about to go and find Faramir.”

Aragorn smiled and nodded as Eowyn who turned around to look at you once more with a reassuring smile left. Looking at her back as she hurried inside her white dress swirling in the wind you failed to notice the man who now stood before you.

“(Y/n)” he said, his voice smooth and deep. You turned to look at him, feeling butterflies in your stomach from hearing him say your name. Finally seeing him from up close you studied him and his new attire.

He was wearing the robes of a royalty with the crown that was worn by the former king’s of Gondor on his head. It was a beautiful mix of red and blue fabrics and silver and gold metals. His hair was in it’s natural waves that you rarely got to see as his hair was often untidy which was only understandable as he was always on the road before this. He looked so tidy and put together and so very beautiful as the last brilliant shines of the sun framed his form.

Finally you stood up and gave a tiny courtesy.

“My king,” you said and paraded yourself for not sounding too nervous or formal. Aragorn only shook his hand in dismissal.

“Please (Y/n), you know you may call me by my name,” he said and you finally met his eyes again. There was some sort of hidden emotion there that you couldn’t read. But that’s how he was, hard to read. You smiled.

“Very well. Is there something you wished to talk about?” you asked and you could sense how Aragorn went slightly uneasy. Your stomach dropped and you knew for certain what he wanted to talk about. Not like you couldn’t guess it before but now it was for certain.

“There is actually but it has felt like you have been avoiding me. May I ask the reason?” he said and he sounded just as calm as he usually did but some sort of hurt could be detected from his voice which made you feel guilty.

“I apologise… I didn’t mean to make it seem that way, I suppose I was just a little nervous to talk to you,” you explained and turned to look at the sun once again. It had almost disappeared completely behind the horizon.

“Why were you nervous?” Aragorn asked and stared at you with a fond expression.

Unbeknownst from you, he was a wreck from the inside. How could he have not been? Aragorn was almost certain you were dead or left to Valinor due to the severity of your wounds. It was hard to imagine losing yet another friend that he had held in his arms before their death but also the fact that you had declared your love towards him and he was unable to answer to you was ripping his guts.

Imagine his surprise and delight when he saw you in the crowd that day.

He had been dying to talk with you since he saw you at the coronation alive and well. You looked like an angel in your white dress and silver chains and he almost thought he was in a dream but once the two of you had touched each other's hands when it was your time to congratulate him, he knew he was right there and so were you. The man was busy the whole night but his gaze had found you multiple times and he knew Eowyn had noticed.

Legolas had demanded him to go and talk with you but it seemed like you always managed to run away from him when he tried to. It confused the ranger, it really did.

“I- Well you do remember what I said back at the Black Gate?” you asked hesitantly and he nodded asking for you to continue and you took a deep breath before going on. Now or never was the time to come clean.

“I was afraid of how you would react. I know that you know about my past since the older elves had a habit to always talk about it and while you never made me feel less or even mention it, I wasn’t sure could you ever love me the way I love you because of it.”

After your gentle outburst you saw how Aragorn seemed to be deep in thought. Not sure what he would say, you started to internally panic. Why did you have to confess and make everything strange between the two of you. You cursed your past self who was almost too confident in dying on that battleground.

The sun had finally settled and the sky was now different hues of pink, blue and orange.

“It didn’t even cross my mind that that would be the reason,” the king soon said, taking you off guard.

“It didn’t..?”

At your question Aragorn only shook his head and smiled sadly.

“Of course not. When I saw you the first time I thought you were one of the most beautiful beings I have ever seen. No matter what others said I always saw you as a woman and I still do, that’s the reason I treated you the same. I always thought of others being ridiculous for saying those things about you, ” Aragorn explained. You felt relieved and also blushed when you processed the compliment Aragorn had slipped in his statement.

Soon Aragorn raised his arm and gently brushed your reddened cheek with his fingers before holding it like you had held his back at the remains of the battle.

“You are magnificent and confident, always keeping your head high and I admire that about you. I was so scared when I found you so near to death that day, I didn’t want to lose you because I too have fallen deeply in love with you. I was mad at myself for not saying it before all of it because I was sure that was the last time I would see you,” the man before you confessed. You processed everything he said, the breath you were holding stuck on your throat.

Aragorn loved you. And he loved you as you were.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” you asked quietly. Almost absent mindedly you leaned on Aragorn’s touch as he sighed.

“I didn’t want to burden you with the idea of being with a man. The reason I was so surprised to see you today was because I thought you would sail to Valinor,” the king explained and you nodded slowly.

“Yes, Lord Elrond and Lady Arwen have asked me to leave with them multiple times but I made my decision a long time ago. I won’t be leaving and now I have an even bigger reason as to not to,” you explained. It had crossed your mind many times. Valinor sounded incredible but something told you that you belonged here in Middle Earth. And you were now for certain that you had found the reason for that and it was standing right in front of you.

The two of you looked at each other, Aragorn’s hand still resting on your cheek. It was like from a painting, the sky was blended with different colours and stars were already appearing one by one. The petals from the tree were covering the ground and framing the two newfound lovers.

Aragorn did indeed hold your heart in his arms but it was in a tender and loving way. He would make sure to never damage it or let it be broken and you were sure of it.

All your past worries were gone as there was nothing more than just you and Aragorn standing in front of each other as the music and delighted laughter could be heard from inside the castle.

Soon someone came outside and broke the moment.

“My king, there are people asking for you!” they said. They went slightly uneasy when they noticed the interruption they had causedbut they were soon dismissed by Aragorn who thanked them for being informed.

“Should we go inside?” you asked while looking at the person who hurried back inside. Aragorn only stared at you for a brief moment taking in all of your beauty before answering.

“Yes, but there is something I wish to do before that,” he said and before you could ask what it was, he softly turned your head towards him closing the gap between the two of you by brushing his lips against yours. After the mild moment of surprise you closed your eyes and kissed back, the tickling of Aragorn’s ungroomed beard making you smile lightly. Aragorn put his left arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his armoured chest.

It was tender and slow. The feeling reminded you of those fairytales you used to read as a child when the princess finally got her prince. You never thought you would actually get to live that type of moment yourself but here you were. You wrapped your own hands around him, your right one finding its way in his brown locks.

The kiss lasted for a bit that felt like minutes but probably only lasted for a few seconds. The two of you pulled back and gazed into each other's eyes with adoration. Sighing happily as the two of you stood there for a while in each other's embrace, you rested your head against Aragorn’s shoulder and he laid his head on top of yours, his now free hand in your hair, playing with the (h/c) locks.

“I think we should go now before they come back to look for you,” you said and chuckled. Aragorn let out a laugh as well before agreeing and shifting away briefly so that he could rest his other arm on the small of your back.

Little bit hesitant still if you two should go back inside together, the nasty remarks from the past wandering in your mind, you looked at Aragorn who didn’t move his hand away.

“It will be fine, let’s go.”

As you and Aragorn stepped in, it felt like everything stopped. People turned to look at the two of you and you felt like the air was stolen from your lungs. The man beside you noticed your small distress and rubbed your back gently, offering you a smile to which you returned with a nervous one. Soon the silence was cut off by Pippin’s loud cheering.

“Do you see it guys? They are finally together!”

To that some people cheered out, Gimli and the hobbits probably being the loudest in the group. Slightly embarrassed from the full attention being shifted at you, you stepped little closer to Aragorn who chuckled, shaking his head by other’s reaction. The two of you made your way towards a group that mostly contained your friends as people congratulated the two of you. You examined your group of friends that were throwing pouches of gold at each other.

The light haired elf made his way towards the two of you and offered a wide grin.

“It seems like the two of you finally had the talk?” Legolas asked amused. You looked at how Pippin and Gimli gave Gandalf a pouch of coins each which the wizard took smugly. Turning your gaze back to the elf you raised your brow.

“You bet on if we would get together?” you asked to which Legolas grinned even wider before answering.

“No. We bet on if you two would get together tonight or by the end of the week.”

Aragorn didn’t seem anything but amused as he looked at his longtime friend and companion.

“And what did you bet on?” the king asked. Before answering the elf effortlessly caught a pouch that was thrown at him by Gimli who was mumbling something incoherent.

“That you two would get together tonight of course.”

The three of you laughed loudly before starting a small conversation to which Gandalf and others also joined in.

“So when shall our dear friend become the queen of Gondor?” the wizard asked teasingly, winking at you which made you roll your eyes. The hobbits who had also gathered around seemed interested as well.

“Soon I hope! I love weddings!” Pippin exclaimed, making everyone chuckle.

“Don’t we all?” Frodo asked and everyone nodded agreeing with his statement. You smiled at your friends as they chattered around.

“My king, apologies for interrupting but I asked for your attendance,” a man who was unknown to you said from behind you. Aragorn turned around and gave a nod to the lord. There were a few others with him who looked at you strangely which made you swift awkwardly. Aragorn noticed it as well and wrapped his hand around your waist again.

“I apologise for not making an appearance before, I was enjoying some quality time with the future queen,” he said while looking at you with adoration which made your heart flutter in your chest. The man nodded slowly before continuing to talk about something you didn’t pay attention to, too mesmerized by the man who was standing by your side. You knew that with him you never had to be ashamed of yourself as he would always look after you and end those nasty looks and remarks you had suffered for your whole life.

Later that evening Eowyn came up to you seeming very smug.

“I did tell you he was in love with you didn’t I?”

You had only rolled your eyes at her comment but couldn't say she was wrong.

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If you’re doing NSFW, first time with Aragorn? Would he be soft and sweet about it all? Like lovely small touches and little whispers of love and praise etc. even though he’s rough and ready, he seems like he’d be so tender

time for some headcannons babe also side note use protection

now i reckon he’d be a perfect gentleman leading up to your first time - taking you out for dinner, feeding you chocolate strawberries, complimenting your pretty dress and kissing your ever so softly under the stars

he’d hold your arm as the two of you walked back to his bedroom, occasionally stopping to kiss you slowly and deeply when the urge became too much

by the time you’ve reached his room, your neck is marked up and your both giggling as you cling to one another - wine drunk and in love

i think he would be so tender and soft but all his movements would be deep and passionate

he wouldn’t kiss you roughly but he would kiss you with his whole heart and his arms wound around you until your fully pressed against his body

he’d lay you down on his beautiful soft sheets, covering your body with his own as he moves over you - strong arms holding himself up as you wrap your legs around his taught waist

“you’re so pretty nîn meleth” “gorgeous girl, are you going to let me take you tonight? are you going to become all mine?”

you’d whimper at his words, keening into his soft grip “please Aragorn, want to be all yours” you’d whisper against his mouth, feeling wetness trail down your thighs as you rut up into him

his grin would be full of adoration, kissing you once again before moving down your body until his shoulders rested between your legs

he would stare up at you with a grin, kissing your stomach gently and nuzzling his head into you thigh as he started undoing the strings of your dress - letting the fabric fall away as he pulled it out from underneath you

once you lay there in just your underwear he would sit up - he may be king but he had never felt more powerful than now as you lay under him, bare and watching him with nothing but adoration in your eyes

as he took your beauty in you grew nervous under his gaze, hands moving to shield yourself from his wandering eyes

as you covered yourself his eyes widened, hands quickly moving to brush your own away as he stroked down the curves of your body, slow and purposeful

“none of that beautiful, I want to see you” “you’re so pretty nîn meleth, let me taste you”

he was addicted to your soft whimpers when he moved his head between your legs, rough, calloused hands holding your thighs so gently as he blew softly on your covered pussy, before pulling your panties to the side and licking from your tight hole to your clit slowly

he would pour his heart and soul into eating you out, tongue moving so deeply inside of you as his nose nudges against your pulsing clit - your hands gripping his hair as you tug it gently, pulling him as close to you as he can

man is clearly a giver over a taker and would happily spend hours between your legs but you would soon grow desperate and needy, pulling him up to hover over you once again

he would push two fingers into you as he kissed you, pumping them slowly all while praising you

“you’re so good for me darling” “so beautiful and perfect for me, can’t wait to feel you around me” “so tight, and wet - is this all for me nîn meleth?”

your hips would meet his hand as you ground into his palm, desperate for release as he opened you up

“please i’m so close” you would whine as he smiled down at you “cum for me pretty”

your eyes would flutter as your back arches, Aragorn watching with so much love filling his heart as he smiles - fingers coaxing you through your release

once you calmed down he would let you sit up with him as you remove his clothes, kissing all over his body and paying close attention to scars and markings - giving them extra love

he would grin as your hand find itself in the smattering of hair across his chest as you press kisses into his neck - his arms remaining tight and protective around your figure

“do you think you’re ready darling?” his caring eyes would focus on you, looking for any sign of regret but all he found was complete adoration as you smiled up at him, “I’m ready, I want you please”

he would lay you down gently and move over you after removing his pants, the final layer separating the two of you as he pumped himself a couple times

his gaze would be primarily focused on you as he lined himself up and pushed into your tight hole, barely blinking as he stares down at you ready to stop at any sign of pain

and of course it hurt, but when you whimpered from the intrusion you held his face and made him continue much to his dismay

“you’re big baby, it’s gonna hurt regardless - please I want this”

you’re begging always won him over so he would continue, bottoming out with a deep groan and staying there as you adjusted, whispering praise in your ear the whole time

“so perfect for me” “so tight nîn meleth, feels like heaven” “you’re so pretty darling, I love you so much”

once you had adjusted you would grip his bulging bicep, nails digging in as he started to move slowly

his thrusts wouldn’t be quick but they would be hard and hit so deep inside of you - touching spots that you didn’t know existed as he consumed all of you

his breaths would be hot against your neck as his chest reddened and his heart pumped against your own, the beat as hard as his thrusts as your legs wound around his waist and your hands entangled themselves in his hair

your own hair was sticking to your forehead as you cried out, his powerful thrusts sending shockwaves through your system - the pleasure only increasing when you felt his hand force it’s way between your bodies to rub your clit in tight circles

“fuck Aragorn please, I’m so close” “So perfect baby, so tight, I love you so much”

as you clench around him, nearing release, his thrusts speed up slightly - hitting your g-spot over and over with each thrust as he whispers into your ear

“you like that nîn melethv, I can feel you squeezing me” “you’re so gorgeous, never going to let you go” “are you going to let go for me? become mine?”

he would kiss you so gently as you cum, crying into his mouth as he holds you, thrusts getting sloppy as he finishes along side you, grunting into your mouth

his arms would be shaking beside your head as he held himself up to stop himself crushing you with his weight

he would pull out slowly, rolling over and pulling you to lay on his chest like his own personal blanket as you bury your head in his chest

as your breaths slowed you raised your head to look at him - running one hand along his bearded jaw as you moved to kiss him softly, smiling into his mouth

“need to clean you up baby,” you whined, pulling away and wrapping your arms right around his chest “no, i don’t wanna move”

he would chuckle as he sat up, leaning against the headboard as you cling to him, kissing his chest lightly as his hands stroked up and down your back

you would crane your neck and kiss him softly, pouring all your love into the action before pulling away and letting him stand as he pulls his trousers back on, going to run a bath and sprinkling salts and oils in it

he would come back to find you lying with half closed eyes as he smiled down at you - gathering you up in his arms as he carried you to his washroom

sitting with his girl in his arms in the steaming water as you pressed kisses into each other in the afterglow of a perfect evening soon becomes his favourite tradition

[whatlovegattado]

Hey hun, I saw requests are open, so I hope it's fine if I take you up on that. Also, Happy summer break dear!

Could you please do something (like some Headcanons) about Aragorn, Faramir, Boromir and Eomer protecting their s/o from their abusive brother who's tracked them down or something? And maybe things get physical and the brother attacks her, but the boys fight him off.

Things are really rough in my house right now, I don't want to trigger anyone so I don't want to go into details. My brother is an alcoholic who's not taking being kicked out super well, so I could definitely use a comfort Imagine since I'm really scared of him. Sorry if that's too heavy, I hope I didn't make you upset. Love you hun, hope you're doing well and that your summer is amazing ❤️

Protecting S/O

Aragorn x Reader | Boromir x Reader

Comfort

Warnings: Mention of abuse/assault, abusive brother

A/N: Hey Ro! You didn’t upset me so no worries! I’m really sorry things have gotten rough at home, I hope things get better! ❤️ I separated this into two parts cause I really wanted to get atleast two of the HC to you ASAP

Aragorn

You met Aragorn during his time as a Ranger. About three months before the Fellowship formed

He stumbled upon your cottage one late afternoon, seriously injured after a run in with orcs

It scared you, seeing a bloodied, dirty man on your front doorstep, but nonetheless, you swallowed your fear and helped him

Ever since that fateful day, you two became quick friends.

When he left for Bree it saddened you, as you knew you wouldn’t see him for some time.

However, before he left, Aragorn gave you a gift. A promise that he would return. He gave you one of his many rings.

For over a year, you awaited his return and when he did, the two of you had a teary reunion

Not long afterwards, at the crowning of the king, he courted you.

Okay now straight to the point

One evening, you were walking the halls of the palace, greeting the workers and soldiers along the way. Making small talk

You turned the corner, deciding to make your way to the library when you spot your Brother

Pure fear freezes you in your spot, heart beating so hard it makes your ears rush and head spin

Before you could turn around to avoid him, He noticed you and immediately, a look of anger paints his face.

“You know.. you’re a hard person to track”

Your mouth goes dry, and throat tightens. Not replying to his comment.

Your Brother snarls, pissed at your silent demeanor

“What? Cat got your tongue?” He steps closer, only 4 feet away from you.

You stutter, “there- there is nothing to say.”

“BULLSH*T”

He continues to yell at you, about how you abandoned the family, ruined his life. How you were a coward to be damned

You couldn’t do anything except stammer out short replies, tears welling up in your eyes

After a while, he seemed to calm down just slightly. Not yelling anymore but taking deep breaths, panting.

You spoke up after relaxing just a bit, hoping it may diffuse the situation. But it didn’t

Next thing you know, a fist is flying straight at you, making you panic and flinch back but it never hit you

You opened your eyes, and Aragorn was there. Standing right in front of you protectively, holding your brothers fist in his right hand

And boy did he look pissed

Aragorn tossed your brothers fist off to the side, standing tall and looking down at him

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” His voice came out strong and threatening.

The two men shared aggressive words when your brother started swinging at him

However, Aragorn having many years of experience, took him down with ease in just a few movements

Once your brother landed roughly onto the ground, guards immediately came rushing forward and grabbed him, picking him up

They lifted him to his feet, until he was eye level with Aragorn, who had fire in his eyes

As much as he wanted to beat the man, he couldn’t. For he had to remain regal

So instead, he ordered the guards to send him to the dungeons, where his fate will then be decided in a few days time after assaulting the Queen

After the whole fiasco of your brother showing up, Aragorn cancels any events or plans the two of you had for the day and instead spent the rest of the day together in your chambers

Boromir

Boromir was one of the most social royals in Gondor since childhood

He would go around helping whenever and wherever he could without getting in trouble with his Father

Everyone knew him, and he knew everyone

So one day when you moved into what used to be an old flower shop, he was curious and wanted to get to know you

Boromir visited you at least once every two weeks, sometimes even more than that

The two of you became really good friends, always laughing and teasing each other on the days he visited

Slowly but surely, he started to visit more, and more… and more to the point it was almost everyday

Then one day, he disappeared

It wasn’t until a month later did you find out that he had to leave for Rivendell

And it wasn’t until almost a whole year later before Aragorn’s Coronation did you see him again

When Boromir spotted you amongst the crowd he got so ecstatic that he was almost pushing people to get to you

The two of you had such a cute reunion, giant grins on both of your faces as you guys hugged tightly

Unfortunately, he had to leave to go back to his position in line during the coronation. But he made sure to promise to see you again during the party

A promise that you held onto tightly

The end of the coronation came, and the celebration began

You couldn’t find Boromir amongst all the people, and quite frankly, it was getting a bit overwhelming in the ballroom

So you left to get a breather, making your way to the large overlook

(that place that D*nethor fell off lol)

The smell of cherry blossoms filled your senses as the sun shined brightly over you, it was peaceful

But the peace didn’t last

“There you are- I’ve been looking everywhere for you” a scarily familiar voice states behind you

You whipped around, only to find your brother standing right there

He started to speak again, going on and on about how terrible of a person you are

How he’s going to get his revenge and ruin everything you love like you did to him (spoiler alert you didn’t ruin anything)

You were silent the entire time, eyes wide and panicked. Even if you did want to say something, your voice wouldn’t allow it

Apparently he didn’t like how silent you were, and began to get aggressive. Getting all up in your face

It seemed as though he was hoping that the more aggressive he got, the more of a reaction he’d receive

Which he did receive a reaction, but it wasn’t the one he wanted

In his rage, he saw red and grabbed you by the front of your top, slamming you back against the stone wall

You yelled as Pain erupted in your back, when suddenly the pressure against your chest was gone and you fell to your knees

Looking up, you saw Boromir in front of you, protecting you from the view of your brother

The two of them swung and dodged a few punches before Boromir landed a nasty hit, bringing your brother down to the ground- out cold

As soon as Boromir knew that he wasn’t getting back up, he quickly turned around to help you up

He gently looked you over, making sure there were no injuries on your body aside from possibly a bruised back

Once he knew there were no other injuries, he cupped your cheek with a touch just barely there

“You okay, darling?”

you nodded numbly, too shocked from what just happened to speak up

For the rest of the day, Boromir stuck by your side with a hand on your lower back. Constantly looking your way in concern

He also would ask if you were sure you still wanted to attend, especially after what just occurred.

Eventually you caved in, confessing you want to go home and rest

So he walked you home, making jokes and telling stories of his travels, how much he missed you and even brought you a trinket

Upon arriving at your doorstep, you hesitated before asking if he wanted to come in

He beamed brightly and agreed

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Flower Crown P.2

Aragorn x Reader

Fluff

A/N: Of course I can! I went with headcanons since that’s what the original request was! I hope you like it ❤️ if you wanted it to be a one shot type of thing feel free to send in another ask

It was spring time in Gondor, which means every shop on each corner had atleast one flower bouquet decorating the outside and bright colors to welcome the warm weather

You were walking through the city, greeting the citizens when you saw a little girl with a flower crown

She was absolutely adorable, parading around with a bright colored dress and the daisies on her head

It gave you an idea, to make a flower crown for your beloved

So with that in mind, you made your way to a flower shop, bought a few bouquets and then sat down at the highest peak of Gondor to begin the crown

Over an hour passed until you finished the crown. It was tough, due your fingers not cooperating and many stems ripping but alas- you won the battle that day

With a satisfied grin, you walked through the halls of the palace- heading straight towards Aragorn’s study.

Upon arrival, you walked along the walls to sneak up behind him before gently placing the crown on his head

Aragorn was so immersed in his work that he didn’t notice you behind him. And when he felt pressure on the top of his head, it startled him.

He turned around so fast, looking up at you before relaxing with a smile on his face.

“Love? What’s this?” He’d say, reaching up towards his and feeling the crown

“A gift!”

Aragorn absolutely adores the flower crown you gave him, he thanked you with a kiss before returning to his work

For a little while, you stayed there with him, helping with the work and making small talk occasionally

Throughout the day, Aragorn not once removed the flower crown

He wore it during important, serious business meetings. Ignoring the looks from other Lords

He wore it in the throne room for the hearing of Gondor’s People (imagine princess diaries 2)

Even during Dinner with the whole family and friends gathered at the long table, he did not take it off.

Many of them teased him for wearing it, asking if he was the “new Thranduil” wearing a flower crown.

He’d take each joke with stride, laughing at them as they were quite entertaining. Before explaining that his wife made it for him

It isn’t until that night as he was getting ready for bed did he take it off. Setting it carefully on a spare crown stand he has, eyeing it with a small smile on his face before cuddling with you in bed.

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👀 saw requests were open

Thought I’d ask for something cute for Aragorn? Like maybe his gruff way of trying to take care of the reader, and everyone is like ‘he’s flirting with you, y/n’ and reader is like ‘what-me? No, he’s just, uh, a good leader, and is concerned for everyone’

Alexithymia

(N.) the inability to express your feelings

Aragorn x Reader

Lil angsty, lil fluffy

Living in such rough times, makes love much more confusing

Warnings: nightmare, panic attack in the beginning

A/N: Sorry that this took so long! but I’m feeling better now >:D this turned out less fluffy and more.. casual? But I hope you like it! also according to Reddit/Twitter gender neutral term for lassie/laddie is Lax ?? Idk but I just had a midlife crisis realizing I can’t use lassie/ laddie lmao

The first time Aragorn cared for you was when you awoke from a night terror in Lothlorien.

Nightmares from the Mines of Moria haunted you in your sleep. It was always the same thing every night.

You’re running through the halls, lungs burning and tears blinding your vision. The darkness around you is slowly closing in; separating the fellowship from one another. Screams echo against the walls, vibrating in your heart.

Within moments, the darkness envelops you, and the floor melts under your feet. Your heart lurches as you begin to free fall- startling you awake.

Your whole body shivers in a cold sweat; arms trembling as they struggle to keep you seated upright. A pain pounds at your head, making you nauseous and vision blur. The ache in your heart makes it hard to breathe, barely letting your lungs get the oxygen they need.

A voice softly calls out your name, one that sounds so familiar. To your left, a body appears in your peripheral vision. It reaches out, one hand resting on your shoulder and the other on your cheek.

“Deep breaths Y/N. Slowly- in and out”

You do as he says, now recognizing the voice as Aragorns. Focusing on the feeling of his hand on your right cheek, you take slow, deep breaths. Grounding yourself back to reality.

“There you are-“ His voice is soft to your ears. Contrasting to the sound of your thumping heart. “You’re doing so well, Y/N. Just focus on me”

Minutes have passed when you finally stopped trembling. With a sigh, you rest your head against Aragorns shoulder; eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion settles in your bones.

Aragorn shifts under you before speaking quietly. “You should get some rest. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Pressing the gentlest of kisses to the top of your head, He helps you lie back onto the bedroll; tucking the blanket around you.

You shift slightly on the bedroll, trying to get more comfortable. Once you do, you let out another quiet sigh. Looking up at Aragorn with half-lidded eyes, struggling to keep them open.

A smile tugs at Aragorns lips, “Get some sleep, Y/N. I’ll still be here when you wake.”

Your voice is barely audible, mumbling a quiet thank you, as you drift to sleep once more.

~♡︎~

Ever since that night, Aragorn has been so gentle with you. He would ask how you slept, how you were feeling, and always offered a shoulder to cry on.

At first, you thought he was just being friendly. Especially since it’s normal for Aragorn to be concerned about the fellowship. But as the days passed, the rest of the fellowship would share pointed looks and grins. Ones that were not subtle in the slightest.

At some point in the journey, the looks between the boys started to become too much. They frustrated you cause no matter what you said, or did, they wouldn’t tell you why. That is, until one day they accidentally slipped up.

~♡︎~

“You need some help, Y/N?”

The gruff voice from behind startles you as your hands struggle to tie the pack securely. You turn around and sigh softly when you notice it’s Aragorn.

“No- no it’s okay. I think I got it” You can’t help but ramble slightly as your heart beat quickens. Why now of all times for him to appear, right as your struggling with the simplest of things.

You can’t help but let out a huff, as you continue to struggle tying the bag. It seems as through your fingers just refuse to cooperate.

Aragorn chuckles as he steps forward to stand beside you. He gently takes the strings from your hands and begins to tie it into a perfect knot. With a satisfied nod, he steps back just slightly.

“There you go” He says, looking over at you. “Happens to the best of us, so don’t fret about it.”

“Thank you” Your voice comes out quietly as you reach for the bag, hoisting it up over your shoulders. Doing anything you can to ignore the growing heat on your cheeks.

A grin tugs at Aragorn’s lips as he watches, knowing full well the affect he has on you. He waits until you have settled the bag comfortably before speaking once more.

“Course, just let me know if you need help with anything else.”

His smile is contagious that you can’t stop the small grin that grows on your face, mirroring his own.

“I will” You chuckle, “and thank you, again for the help.”

Aragorn’s smile brightens just slightly as he gives you a curt nod before walking away; heading towards King Theoden. Probably to discuss things that have to do with your current situation.

The current situation.. it seems nearly impossible, crazy even, that one would attempt it. And yet, here you are. Walking miles in open plains of dead grass with the whole town of Rohan next to you.

King Theoden ordered an evacuation, for everyone to make way to Helms Deep. A supposed impenetrable fortress that will protect everyone from the Uruk-hai. Aragorn thought he was foolish, to flee rather than fight. And you can’t help but agree.

The Uruk-hai are strong, much stronger than the average orc. Heck, you and the Fellowship barely made it out alive back in Argonath. They’re smarter, and know their way around battles. They will for sure find a way to break through the fortress.

You huff as you readjust the pack; looking back to look at Theoden, then to Aragorn, eyes lingering for a little too long before snapping back ahead of you. Looking around at the people around you.

Foolish indeed. But he’s doing what he think is best for his people.

Your eyes land on Legolas, who happens to be walking beside Gimli. The two of them watching you with mischievous smirks.

“Can I help you?” You asked, already annoyed with the two.

Legolas speaks up, his smirk not once faltering. “You know He’s flirting with you, right?”

His comment caught you off guard, stumbling over your feet. Your cheeks heat up as your heart skips a beat.

“Wha- what no. No he isn’t... I-“ You cough, clearing your voice. “He’s just being friendly and helping out.”

An abrupt cackle comes from Gimli, “You sure are oblivious, Lax.”

“The hell are you talking about ??” You gawked, “there’s no way he’s been flirti-“

Legolas cuts you off, his tone light and teasing.

“He’s been flirting with you for the past three months, Y/N. Trust me- I would know, I am the expert here.”

You scoffed, looking away from the boys to focus on what’s ahead of you. “You’re crazy is what you are.”

“I’ll tell you what” Legolas starts, “if you go up there to him right now. His eyes and tone will soften, concerned that something might have happened.”

A laugh catches in your throat at his ridiculousness. There’s no way Aragorn would like you. Especially since he has Arwen.

“Yeah, no. You’re definitely crazy” You muttered, completely done with his nonsense.

They’re so insistent that Aragorn likes you. It’s terrible hearing them talk that way; giving you a false hope that leaves a pain in your chest.

Gimli doesn’t bother holding back as he rolls his eyes, “chicken”

“I am not a chicken!” You whisper shouted at the smug dwarf before speed waking away. Pure spite running through your veins just to prove him wrong.

They know the perfect way to push your buttons; and used it to their advantage. Curse Legolas, curse Gimli, curse that damn man who captured your heart.

The boys converse once more as soon as you’re out of earshot; watching you make your way to Aragorn.

“Six coins says she chickens out and turns back.” Gimli grins, amusement lacing his voice.

Legolas laughs breathlessly, “Ten says she lasts an hour.”

“Deal”

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Mistaken (Aragorn x Fem!Reader)

Requested by @elvish-sky from my 50th follower celebration!

Warnings: Fluff and kissing!

Word Count: 600

A/N Mistaken for a couple and mutual pining, alright, I can work with that! I know it sort of ended abruptly, but I felt bad for taking so long. I hope you enjoy it! 

You two walked into the Prancing Pony, weary and exhausted. You had been traveling for days now, with barely any rest. You quickly head to the bar and slump over, sluggishly motioning for food and drink, while Aragorn takes care of acquiring two rooms. You turn around to make sure that he is doing his job when his eyes meet yours, the quickest of glances, and he turns away. Your heart flutters and you move your drink back to your lips to hide how flustered that made you. For goodness sake, he hadn’t kissed you? It was just the merest of looking, nothing was to become of it. 

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aragorn x fem!reader :)

(there’s an m! reader version of this btw)

pretty angsty

this started as a vent fic lol

i love arwen but she’s not gonna be here for this one ^ off to Valinor

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With a soft, desperate breath, you ran as fast as you could into the moonlit woods.

Hot tears raced down your cheeks, rapidly reaching your chin before you tumbled onto the dirt, surrounded by trees. You couldn’t do it anymore. No matter what you did, they were never satisfied.

You understood that being the fiancée of the new-crowned king would be challenging, but you never expected it to be this hard. You loved Aragorn with all of your being, truly. He was kind, wise, selfless, and thoughtful.

You couldn’t have asked for a better companion.

The council, however, was not particularly a fan of your upcoming betrothal to Aragorn. You had no clue what you were doing, concerning royal duties, you stumbled over your words when you were speaking to someone important, and millions of little things the council had made you extremely aware of.

Not to mention you had the wedding to plan by yourself, mostly. No matter how hard you tried, you always seemed to lack something in their eyes. It was annoying and it wore your self esteem down more than you would‘ve cared to admit. The problem was you didn’t care anymore.

You didn’t care about your posture, or your inability to read over hundreds of documents in less than two days, and you certainly didn’t care about the fact that you didn’t come from royalty.

You could barely even care about yourself at this point.

You faintly heard your name being called in the distance, though you couldn’t bring yourself to worry about answering. Instead, you got up, and ran even further into the woods cloaked in darkness, ignoring everyone’s calls. After a few moments, you heard Aragorn’s own voice join the choir of people searching for you. But the further you ran, the further the calls got.

Except for Aragorn’s.

His voice remained, even though you ran away as fast as you could. And it stayed that way until you couldn’t run anymore. You broke down on the ground, surrounded by trees.

The air was hot and heavy while sweat trickled down your temple, making it hard for you to breathe. You gasped for air, your (h/l) hair sticking to the nape of your neck while the rest fell, surrounding your face.

Eventually, your attempts at breathing made you hyperventilate, and you panicked. Panicked and broken sobs broke the silence in the hot air, racking through your body ruthlessly. You were a mess.

At least, until Aragorn found you. The man bolted through the shrubs and trees, slowing to a stop once he saw you. And if he was correct, it was that very moment when he saw you that he felt his heart shatter.

He knew the stresses of a royal life were weighing on you, but he had no clue it was this bad. He knelt right beside you, gentle as a feather, and placed a strong hand on your back. Once you relaxed against the touch, he pulled you against his chest, where you broke down.

“I-” You choked, letting your hands slide weakly down the man’s chest. “I cannot do this, Aragorn.” You breathed out, panicked and broken eyes searching for the comfort of slate grey eyes.

Instead of receiving a look of disappointment or anger, you found a gentle reply waiting for you. “Why do you say this, mellon?” Was all he asked. He was quiet and careful, holding your gaze while gently running his fingers over your hair.

You sniffled, unaware of how relaxing the touch was. “I am not good enough for this, Aragorn. No matter what I try, the-“ Aragorn went still at your words, gently cupping your cheek. A fire lit the cool eyes you knew and loved alight, blazing with a passion you’d only seen a handful of times in your life.

He looked at you, and you felt as anxious as when you first met him, butterflies soaring in your stomach. You sharply inhaled a breath, and he spoke, voice low and filled with purpose. “Do not ever say you are not ‘good enough,’ Y/N.”

You sniffled again. “But-“ And Aragorn, for the first time ever, cut you off. “Ever.” He repeated, to which you gently nodded in reply. You didn’t quite understand why, though. He was so.. him. And in the same respect you were you. Flawed and imperfect. But that’s not what Aragorn saw when he looked at you.

“You are flawless in my eyes, and that is all that matters. Not what the council may think of you, or anyone else in this now healing kingdom. For they are not the ones who have the privilege of soon being wed to such an astonishing woman.” He smiled, moving his hand to cup your cheek and run his thumb across your cheek.

You melted on the spot, willing away your trembling lip. “They will not be pleased to find out the wedding is still on. Much less that I’ll be a part of it.” You whispered, leaning into the touch. “Y/N,” He chuckled, brushing your hair away from your face. “I have faced many troubles in my time, do you not think I can handle a small group of angry councilmen?”

Then, you laughed, wiping your tears away gleefully. “I would walk through the fires of Mordor for you, Y/N. If they ever cause you despair in this depth again, please tell me. I will take care of it.” He hummed, gently combing his fingers through your hair.

“I will, love. Thank you.”

“Thank you for staying by my side, even when it pained you. I can ask no more of you than that.”

“You and me until the end of all ages, melleth nîn.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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hope y’all liked it!

should i make a part two for the actual wedding? let me know!

tags: @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse @ahs0katan @eru-vande :)

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Tension in the Fellowship

Based on this request from Wattpad:  The plot is Y/n is the sister of arwen and she want join the group to help Frodo to destroy the ring and Aragon didn’t want her to because he love her and he get upset that she stand up and join Frodo on the group and there the plot

Here you go! No familiar characters belong to me. They belong to Tolkien.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, Fluff

Pairings: Aragorn x fem!elf reader

You could see Aragorn’s jaw tense when you stood, volunteering yourself to join Frodo on his quest to Mordor.  You didn’t understand why he was upset and no one else seemed to notice, so you didn’t comment on it. It wasn’t until later that you learned the secret he had been keeping. The reason he didn’t want you to join him was nowhere near what you thought it was.

         You finished packing and decided to find a quiet space to sharpen your sword and make more arrows for the journey. In your search, you came upon Aragorn and stopped short. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to intrude.” Aragorn stared at you with those intense eyes of his for a moment before replying, “You could never intrude, Y/N.” He went back to sharpening his own weapon. You arched a brow.

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My Shirt {Aragorn x Reader}

A.N: Hello, good people who read my fanfiction. Have yourselves an Aragorn fic, one of hopefully several unrelated to follow in the coming days. Twas two rather unspecific requests, and my odd brain went in this direction. Please do enjoy them.

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: Hello! Could I request an Aragorn x elf reader where the reader is Legolas' sister and Aragorn's wife and a member of the fellowship? Thanks!

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Hello! Can you do an Aragorn x Reader one? Maybe some fluff in it? Thanks

Word Count: 854

Pairing: Aragorn x Wife!Reader

Summary: You steal Aragorn’s shirt, Legolas gets annoyed with your overly affectionate displays.

Warnings: Fluff. That’s it. And some kissing.

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My Shirt

“Is that my shirt?” Aragorn looked up as you entered the clearing. You nodded, swooping in to kiss your husband as you passed.

“Why are you wearing my shirt, Y/N?”

“C’mon, Aragorn. Can’t a loving wife steal her husband’s clothes once in a while?”

“I’m wondering why you felt the need to do so when you have several perfectly nice shirts of your own.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes at him in mock exasperation. “Because yours are so much more comfy!” That wasn’t necessarily true, all your shirts were absolutely divine, you just liked the smell of him that clung to the fabric of his.

“Y/N. That’s my last clean shirt. Why are you wearing it?”

You sauntered over to him, grabbing his hand and dragging him to stand. Dragging your hands through his hair, you pulled his head down to meet yours and kissed him.

“Maybe yours are just better,” you whispered in his ear, breaking the kiss for just a moment before pressing your lips back to his.

“NOPE!!” An exclamation was heard from across the campsite, causing you to turn your head to look.

“No no no no no. Really. Aragorn, can’t you do these things to my sister somewhere more private?!” Legolas was indignantly gathering up the firewood he had dropped while Gimli chuckled next to him.

Frodo, being a proper gentlehobbit, decided it was time to change the subject. “So, what is for supper tonight?” Boromir, whose turn it was to cook, began to describe the chicken and potatoes he had made as he served it. Getting your bowl, you sat next to your brother.

“Lighten up, Legolas. I’ve been married for years, and it’s certainly not like you haven’t walked in on us doing stuff before!” He was blushing, now.

Elbowing him playfully, you focused on enjoying your meal. It was one of the better ones you’d had on the journey, Boromir was a shockingly good cook.

You gazed around the clearing as you ate, taking it all in. Your husband was sitting between Frodo and Pippin, laughing at something the latter had said. It made you happy to see him so joyful in the midst of all the stress, he needed to laugh more. Sam was chatting with Boromir, you assumed about the dinner. Sam was the Fellowship’s go-to cook, so he was probably giving Boromir his opinion on the meal, clearly a good one based on the smiles they were both wearing. Gandalf and Merry were sitting together, smoking in silence. And you were sitting with your brother, at the edge of the clearing. Content, you listened to the rest of the group and their lively conversation.

After a good meal, made all the better by the stories Gandalf was telling of the quest for Erebor, you and Aragorn made your way to your shared bedroll. You weren’t on watch that night, but he had the third and last, and so wanted to get to sleep. Laying down, you sighed as he slung his arm over you, drawing you into him so that your head rested below his chin, fitting together perfectly like you always did. Happy, warm, and comfortable, you quickly fell asleep.

You felt his absence the next morning the second you woke up. You were used to it, he was an early riser, plus you knew he had been on watch so you weren’t concerned. Rising, you went to your pack to grab a new shirt, figuring you should probably let Aragorn have his back.

There were no shirts left in your bag.

Spinning around, you saw the rest of the Fellowship watching you, amusement plain to see. Aragorn, Pippin, and Boromir were all wearing your shirts, the fabric stretched over the chests of the two men while looking rather loose on the hobbit.

“Aragorn- my.. What!?” You were spluttering.

“Now you know how it feels!” Your husband was smirking at you.

You were shocked that he and Boromir had actually fit into the clothing, considering the size of them. They both looked rather ridiculous, though.

“I quite like your shirt, actually. I may have to keep it!” He looked extremely pleased with himself. You sighed, throwing your hands into the air, knowing that if Aragorn wasn’t going to give your shirt back, the hobbit probably wouldn’t either, and Boromir was always happy to go along with a prank.

“Well, as I’m apparently never getting my clothes back, why don’t we set off?” With that you marched off, shouldering your pack as you walked, hearing the sounds of everyone else beginning to move behind you.

A hand caught your arm, spinning you around to face Aragorn. “You know, my love, I quite like the sight of you in my shirt.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You pressed a kiss to his lips, and he began to deepen it before you felt a hand yank you back.

“Again, you two? Just wait until you’re somewhere a little less open, alright?” Legolas was exasperated, again.

Laughing, Aragorn slung his arms around the shoulders of his wife and brother-in-law, and the three of you set off again at the head of the group.

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Aragorn ~ Better Me Than You

1,300 Followers Challenge!

Round 2

Masterlist

Requested by Anon

Based on an imagine found here by @imaginexhobbit

Words: 1,155

Warnings: Neutral Reader, angst, reader ‘death’, good end

“Aragorn?”

“Aragorn!”

He knew they were calling for him, that he should answer, but right now, he didn’t have the heart to. Aragorn remained frozen on the edge of the cliff, looking over where you had vanished, never to appear again.

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The Long Fight

Prompt: And, above all, you just wanted to see him one more time.

Pairing: Aragorn x Reader Word Count: 3,549

A/N: I just had to write a LOTR imagine. I just finished Return of the King a few nights ago, and I forgot just how much I absolutely loved this series. So, I hope you guys enjoy this imagine – even if it doesn’t receive a lot of notes, or anything, i’m very proud of it.

“What did you do, Boromir?”

He sighs, kicking the ground beneath him as he walks fast, trying to elude himself away from you. But you’re quick on your feet, lighter, and it isn’t hard for you to match up to his speed – he’s much too distracted by his own thoughts to put in any real effort of trying to run away, truly.

You reach out, gripping the sleeve of his armour tightly, and with a swift tug, he’s pulled to face you. And you pause as you meet your brother’s gaze, noticing the horrified look etching deep in his irises, and it’s almost as if he seems too ashamed to properly look at you. Boromir is careful to keep his eyes from meeting your own completely, and the frown on his lips is everlasting.

At that, your tone lessens, and your voice softens and suddenly, you feel pity. “What did you do?” And it’s the same question as before, but this time it means something entirely differently.

Boromir finally meets your gaze head-on then.

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Aragorn x reader. Aragorn meets reader when he randomly finds reader fighting orcs in the forest or something. Asks her to join them. Mutual pining. IDK just some cute awkward Aragorn please

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pairing: aragorn x reader

warnings: fluff, slight mentions of blood

a/n: a bit short but i had a lotta fun while writing this 🥺 hope you guys enjoy!

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To say the entire Fellowship was uneasy was an understatement.  As time slowly passed, every member grew weary by the end of each day, crawling to sleep with no more than a grunt or murmur of “goodnight”.

Aragorn watched as Frodo’s usually gentle demeanor waned, revealing uneasy glances and the occasional look of distaste and suspicion.  The ranger couldn’t deny he felt the Ring calling to him, but he knew he couldn’t succumb if the fate of Middle Earth was in their hands.  Instead he kept watch over the Halfling, providing small conversations of relief every now and then.

Frodo loved to talk about the forests surrounding his home.  He would swing from the branches of the trees as a young child and read against the trunk in the shade as life began to lose its innocent glow.

Perhaps it made Aragorn think of his distant past.  He never knew, as those forbidden memories were kept locked away somewhere deep in his heart.  He turned away from that part of himself long ago, and now with the endless confirmations of his lineage...

A roar echoed through the woods nearby, shooting Aragorn to his feet.  His sword was already drawn, the rest of the company barely getting to their feet.

“What was that?” Frodo whispered.

“I’ll find out,” Aragorn promised him.  He placed a hand on the hobbit’s shoulder.  “Stay here with the others.  It’ll be alright.”

With a nod to Legolas, the ranger stode out into the wood, taking in the air as he walked.

Everything reeked of the foul stench of orc blood.  There were dark drops splattered on the trunks of trees and fallen leaves.  Aragorn gripped his sword tighter.  Whoever had done this was a likely to be a greater foe, if that was possible.

Before he could react, a sword crossed his, pushing past the blade to point threateningly at Aragorn’s throat.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t slay you where you stand,” you said.  “Who are you?”

To say you were beautiful was an understatement.  You did not carry the ethereal beauty of an elf nor the poise of a princess.  Yet as you stood in front of him with your messily tied hair, blood-stained robes, and a smirk of victory, Aragorn was sure there was nothing in all of Middle Earth that could compete.

Legolas lowered his bow, studying the large pile of orcs in your wake.  “You did this?”

You scoffed.  “Who else?”  The tip of your sword was dangerously close to Aragorn’s Adam’s apple.  “You never anwered my question.”  You sized him up quickly.  “Ranger.”

“You answered your own question,” Aragorn chuckled, sheathing his sword.  “Now my question is, who are you?”

“Someone passing through,” you said nonchalantly while lowering your blade.  “I’ve been tracking this pack from Isengard for a few days.  It was when they began speaking about conquering Middle Earth for Sauron that I decided to act.”

Aragorn’s brow furrowed.  “So the rumors are true.  Saruman has become Sauron’s puppet.”

“What do you know of this?” you questioned while cleaning your sword.

Aragorn exchanged a quick look with Legolas, the elf giving him a slight raise of an eyebrow.  “We are trying to destroy the One Ring, Sauron’s ring, and put an end to this once and for all.”

“Sounds like a brave thing to do,” you mused, sheathing your sword.  You whistled your horse over.  

“You don’t care?” he concluded quietly.

“I do care,” you said, stroking your horse’s mane.  “I do not care for the Ring.  That is all.”  You sighed heavily.  “It has turned many hearts astray and destroyed too many lands.”

“Then help us,” the words left Aragorn’s lips easily.  

You laughed.  “I’m sure your companions will be safe, given that you were sent to protect them.”  Seeing his puzzled look, you pursed your lips in a knowing smile.  “Do not think I don’t know who you are, Aragorn, son of Arathorn.  Word of your actions has travelled fast throughout Middle Earth.”

Aragorn blinked before looking away.  He knew in his mind it would be valuable to have you included in the Fellowship, but was he doing it for the right reasons?

You clearly had no problem protecting yourself.  It was obvious you were strong and good-willed.  He had no idea about your background nor where you came from, but he had a feeling about you, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

And it was bothering him.

He lay a hand on the hilt of his sword.  “We...we could really use your help.”

“I’m sure you could,” you chuckled.  “I’m just waiting for you to ask me properly.”

You were definitely not like any woman Aragorn had ever met.  He never thought he’d succumb to such an odd request, but you had him under your spell.

Aragorn scoffed before gazing at you curiously.  “What is your name, milady?”

“Y/N,” you said.  “And call me ‘milady’ again, and you will not live to see another day.”

He nodded with a small laugh.  “Will you help us, Y/N?”

You smiled.  “I’ll do my best, Aragorn.”

As the three of you exited the forest, Legolas pulled Aragorn aside.  They watched as you walked up to introduce yourself to Gimli, Boromir, and the four hobbits.

“In all the years I have known you...” Legolas trailed off, seeing Aragorn’s eyes on you.  “You truly are hopeless, my friend.”

Aragorn cleared his throat, adjusting his cloak.  “When was the last time you saw anyone take on a squadron of Isengard orcs by themselves and live to tell the tale?”

“You know I don’t mean that,” Legolas groaned.  “Never mind.  You always have a reason for everything you do.”

“I do,” he replied.  

The elf sighed as his gaze turned towards your direction.  “You think she is beautiful.”

There was a long moment before Aragorn exhaled.  “Yes.”

Legolas sighed, rolling his eyes.  “This is going to be quite frustrating to watch, then,” he said as he walked towards the camp.

Aragorn furrowed his brow.  “Wait, what do you mean?”

“If anything I’ve heard about men pining after unreachable women is true, then we’re all doomed,” the elf said.  “Why don’t you just confess your feelings now, rather than later?”

“Legolas!”

“I’m not wrong, and you know it.”

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Everything I Wanted

Legolas Greenleaf x Elf!Reader

Synopsis; Legolas had seem to forget you after the ring was destroyed.

Requested by; Anonymous // hi dear, can I request a Legolas x Reader one shot? Where she developed feelings for Legolas and him for her, they share some cute moments through the journey and all but they’re very oblivious. Well, so after Aragorn’s wedding Legolas still hasn’t said a thing and is kinda distant, so reader (who’s sentimental and kinda insecure) leaves in tears feeling like a fool. Legolas finally comes to his senses, after talking to Aragorn or Gimli idk. You can decide how to end it, let me be surprised 💖TY

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Everything felt weird after Frodo had destroyed the one ring. Aragorn was crowned king and the elves were bound to leave. But a certain elven prince who you had danced around your feelings with made your heart ache a little more. He was going to stay until Aragorn passed away, and you had no reason to stay. Your family was leaving, and every elf you knew apart from Legolas and Arwen were too.

You sighed as you fixed your dress, watching as Aragorn was getting crowned king.

He slowly walked towards you, shaking hands with Legolas first and nodding his way towards the small line of elves separating the two of you. Once he got to you and your saddened face his face softened and he took you into a hug.

“You want me to talk to him?” He asked his voice sending a strike of fear through your stomach.

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Gentlemen in Distress (request)

Legolas x reader x Fellowship

Requested: Yes! @galileostyles​ asked “hey i love your writing so much ❤️ could you do a legolas x reader x fellowship where they see you fighting for the first time at the mines of moria and feel bad for underestimating you. thanks ❤️”

Warnings: men being men

A/N: This was harder than I thought! I wrote it a first time last week but then I realized it was too similar to an upcoming chapter of ‘Perfect Secrets’, so I had to delete and start all over again. Enjoy and let me know what you think! I live for comments/reblogs :) 

(I absolutely love this gif. It practically screams testosteron! If I was standing near an Orc at this moment I would take its arm and wound it around my neck myself, and gladly take up the role of damsel in distress. Yes please!)

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A Dream Come True

Legolas x Reader

Requested: Yes! Anon requested:  Hi there, I love your blog! Can you maybe write something with Legolas and modern!reader? Like what if you got in Middle Earth in some way and Legolas finds you? Bonus points if you get hurt :) Thank you! - ����

Warnings: mentioning/description of injuries (You know I had to go for those bonus points!)

A/N: I had so much fun writing this! I might write a sequel if there’s enough interest in it :) 

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Uh, so I'mma request something because I really like your writing and want more of your wonderful Aragorn fics in my life. So, I was thinking some headcannons about what it would be like to date/be in a relationship with Aragorn before, during and/or after the fellowship? Thanks man, and take as long as you need!💕

A/N: I am STRUGGLING with sleepover requests, my own series (PS and DAKT) and some new stuff so I turned to my stack of ‘normal’ requests to try and write something different. Et voilà!

@katethewriter I took a lot longer than I should have with these and I’m so sorry! I’m leaning more towards the Hobbit era lately (I’m really turning into a Dwarf simp here), and I’m neglecting the fellowship members. Unforgivable! 

I interpreted this as how your relationship would develop while on the quest to destroy the ring and you’re not actually together at the start of it. Also maybe slightly OOC Aragorn. 

A/N 2: It has some nsfw hints (not much), I couldn’t help myself and it’s very unlike Aragorn I think but I’m not sorry. Also this turned out really long, I am sorry for that. 

A/N 3: Just like my other headcanons, this doesn’t make much sense so best to simply ignore this. I really don’t know what this is... :) 

Being In a Relationship With Aragorn On The Quest Would Go Like This:

Aragorn had met you in some seedy pub 

Not his first choice to take shelter from the weather but after days and days of endless rain and trudging through mud it was almost nice to be there

at least he was able to dry his clothes and have a warm meal 

he was surprised to see someone like you there 

surprised but concerned too 

for your wellbeing that is 

every single person in that bar had his eyes on you the minute you moved

Aragorn had too but for entirely different reasons

at least that’s what he told himself

so the minute one of those drunk lads laid a hand on you he was on his feet

knight in shining armor ranger clothes

before he got to you, you had floored and knocked out your assailant, threatening the others they would suffer the same fate if they tried something similar

Aragorn stood frozen in place, completely mesmerized by you

and maybe a tad bit aroused too

the life of a ranger is very lonely after all

you winked at him and left the bar shortly after

Aragorn couldn’t get you out of his head 

but what were the odds he would ever run into you again

he even returned to that godawful place a few times

a guy can hope right

you can imagine his surprise when he saw you in Rivendell

attending the secret council

he was jaw on the floor surprised

he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you

on the outside he was the cool ranger of the north, bringer of Hobbits, inventor of the Sexy But Still Rough Around The Edges Stare™

while on the inside he was  f r e a k i n g  o u t 

because there you were, finally within reach 

but then Frodo had to sacrifice himself 

and Aragorn could not not go with him 

he absolutely lost it when you volunteered as well

there was no way you were going to put your life on the line like that

you scoffed at his remark

wait did he said that out loud?

“I can handle myself just fine.”

Oh he knew that

Flashes of the bar fight filled his mind

it filled something else too 😏

so Aragorn had set himself a second goal  

besides getting Frodo and the ring to Mordor he now vowed to keep you safe as well

and to make you his by the time you would arrive at Mordor

but we all know how smooth that will go do we 

the first few days and weeks it went reasonably well 

you have to read that as ‘he didn’t embarass himself in front of you’

because there was no progress at all on any other front

you seemed to prefer the company of the Hobbits over him or any other member of the fellowship

he tried to make conversation with you every time you walked near him 

A+ for effort

when the Crebain flew over his instinct was to make sure Frodo (and Sam because those two were attached at the hip) was out of sight

after that he searched for you, but Legolas had already pulled you under the bushes with him

surely the feeling in his stomach was the fault of the Lembas bread

because Aragorn doesn’t get jealous

but then the same thing happened in Moria

you weren’t a fan of the dark and claustrophobic mines so he let you walk up front with Gandalf and Frodo near the light of Gandalf’s staff 

with him right behind you of course 

when the Orcs and Troll attacked, he tried to stay near you 

keep an extra eye out for you, driving the Orcs away who were trying to get to you

it was you together with Legolas who defeated the troll, high fiving each other over a job well done

okay fine maybe Aragorn did get jealous this time

like he had done his best to protect you but did you notice?

then when Gandalf fell you surprisingly turned to him for comfort

leaving Legolas, Gimli and Boromir to comfort the Hobbits

take that Leaf Boi

even though it felt really good to hold you, he knew you couldn’t stay there

so he ordered everyone to get going, taking the lead

and then Lothlorien happened

a forest that was both magical and romantic

perfect setting for a love confession right

when he finally got you alone he chickened out at the last moment

because OF cOUrsE

luckily for him you did not

you almost knocked him over in your attempt to kiss him  

he eagerly reciprocated the kiss though

no complaints there

but he also explained that even though he wanted this, the quest and Frodo had to come first

which you respected and understood, but you were also willing to test his resolve 👀

you didn’t tell the others 

but they didn’t need an explanation, it’s not like you two were subtle

he held your hand whenever he could 

Gimli couldn’t help but commenting on it, Aragorn explaining it was to prevent you from falling or tripping

“Lad, you’re sitting down in a boat...”

cue roaring laughter and flushed cheeks on Aragorn

although the fellowship supported your relationship they couldn’t help but tease Aragorn relentlessly

lots of sneaky forehead kisses

during the rest of the quest Aragorn did his best to keep you out of harm’s way 

to your own frustration of course, you weren’t helpless or as fragile as he made you seem

you fought alongside Boromir when Uglúk shot him 

they took Merry and Pippin and dragged you away from Boromir’s body

the one time Aragorn wasn’t at your side and you got kidnapped

you weren’t going to hear the end of this 

needless to say Aragorn was indeed beside himself with worry 

he couldn’t get a break 

first Frodo gone, then Boromir shot and now it seemed he failed his promise to himself

enter brooding Aragorn

but he knew you were brave and could take care of yourself - you had repeated that countless times - so he was sure he was going to find you 

AND HE DID

after three days of running with a dartling Elf and a wheezing Dwarf they bumped into Éomer and his horse gang

before he could ask Éomer if he saw you or the Hobbits, one of his riders jumped off their horse and made a beeline for him 

Legolas notched an arrow and Gimli raised his axe but you simply shoved them aside and threw your arms around Aragorn

relieved kisses 

the hug lasted several minutes until Legolas cleared his throat

oh right... audience

you shared a horse with Aragorn on the way to Edoras

while with King Théoden Aragorn kept an arm around your waist or a hand on the small of your back the entire time

as if he had to make sure you were still there

Éowyn who?

The Battle of Helm’s Deep was torture for Aragorn

he wanted to stay with you but you both knew you would be too distracted by each other 

it took him a while to find you after the battle was won 

few years of his life were lost in panic

but of course you were alright, already helping with the wounded

now it was his turn to sweep you off your feet

quite literally too 

as the quest progressed, it became clear to Aragorn that he had to take up his rightful place as the King of Gondor when the time came 

so during the victory feast after Helm’s Deep he took you outside for a walk

cue comments and whistling from Gimli 

but Aragorn only wanted to talk to you 

to make sure you knew what you were getting yourself into if you stayed with him 

were you ready to be the spouse of a King?

of course he made it seem as if he was going to ditch you 

because that man is angst embodied 

everything to keep you safe right?

luckily as soon as it was clear that no, he wasn’t going to ditch you and yes, this was kind of a hastily thrown together proposal in a way, you kissed him saying that as long as you were at his side you were ready for anything

as long as you were together

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