#Eomer: maybe? don't?

[themoonlily]

all couples have their fights and so do Éomer and Lothíriel, but the really difficult one was deciding which of them gets Arwen as the maid of honour for their wedding.

[a-most-beloved-fool]

I think I've figured out the reason I don't care for AOS Spock's face very much: he looks too much like my brother. I look at him and I wrinkle my nose and think hm. this feels... incorrect.

Doesn't help that my brother's name is also Zach. Dammit, Zach, you're reminding me of Zach! Quit that!

[disasterofastory]

What about Legolas x F!reader? Maybe she is a friend of Eomer and Legolas gets jealous about all the time they stay together? And some hot moment? I don't know, this is just an Idea. So, I'm sorry for my bad english but I'm Italian. Have a good day❤️

Just a reminder Legolas x Reader Warnings: jealousy, smut

Summary: Legolas reminds you of the reasons you are with him.

A/N: Please don't be sorry for your English. I know the struggle. :)

The grassland is covered in a bright golden hue as the sun reaches the top of the clear blue sky. The lush, green grass waves like the ocean as a breeze runs through the peaceful scenery. Everything is so quiet and calm. It is almost impossible to believe the dark power that works and marches forward underneath it all. The warm rays of the sun caress your bare arms and your cheeks. The tree you lean against is tall and strong, bending its branches to the will of the slight wind. The rustle of the leaves is a sweet whisper in your ear as you focus on the story in front of you. The book is a pleasant weight on your lap. The pages are old and thin between your fingers.

"What are you reading?" Legolas's voice breaks your concentration, but you feel nothing but happiness as you turn your eyes from the long row of words to the tall elf standing a few meters away from you. "Just a book," you shrug. "Tales for children." "Are they good?" He asks, sitting down next to you with a few elegant movements. "You know how it is," you hum, closing the book and putting it on the ground. "The good always wins, and the bad guys pay for their misdeeds as they should." "It was easier to believe in it when we were kids, no?" The elf asks. You can almost see his blue eyes darkening with ominous thoughts. "Sometimes it's harder when you are an adult, yes," you reply, reaching out for his hand to link your fingers together. "But there is always hope." "I heard you will go with Gandalf." "Yes," you nod. "He thinks Eomer will listen to me." A slight frown appears between his brows. His lips turn into a thin line. "Are you friends with the rider?" "Something like that, yes." "When we met them, he asked you to come with them." You barely recognized him when your way met with the riders during your search for the hobbits. You smile and nod in confirmation. "Why are these questions?" "Why didn't you? Went with them, I mean." "You are my home, Legolas," you reply, squeezing his hand in yours. "I won't leave you." "But you will go with Gandalf." "He asked me," you reason, getting a little bit confused. Something is off with Legolas, but you can't find out what. "And it's just for a few days. We need every help we can get." "Are you sure?" He asks. He feels selfish, and guilt eats him up inside because of it, but he can't help himself. He knows orcs and death will wait for you in Helm's Deep, but he can't bear the thought of you staying with the riders. With Eomer. "Legolas," you say his name softly, cupping his cheek with your free hand. Your thumb caresses the soft skin under his eye. "Of course, I will come back to you. There is nothing that can keep me away from you." He smiles at your words. The slight curve of his lips gives him something angelic and ethereal that you can never get used to. You still don't understand how the elven prince can love you, a simple mortal, but he does, and you stopped questioning it years ago.

Soon, his lips find yours, and the kiss that always starts so gently is impatient and rushing now. His hand lands on the back of your head to keep you close, while his tongue slips into your mouth with ease. He invites you to a dance that's intimate and familiar. "Don't get me wrong," you hum when he breaks away. His breath still fans over your lips. It smells like ale and fruits. "I love your kisses, but you still don't tell me something." Now, the guilt is transparent on his delicate features, and he looks down at your intertwined fingers. The small gesture makes his years younger. "I just…" he sighs. "I just don't want you to find something with the rider that will make you stay with them… with him." "Oh, my love," you laugh, pecking his lips when you notice the slight blush spreading on his cheeks. "There is nothing that makes me stay where you aren't." Your words are followed by another kiss. It's feverish and bruising and makes you lose your breath for long seconds. His hand finds the loose curls at the nape of your neck, and before you know it, you are lying on the grass with Legolas above you. When he looks into your eyes, the glint you know so well by now is back in his bright blue irises. "I love you," he says, caressing the line of your jaw. "I love you too," you hum against his lips before gasping at his sudden touch. " What are you doing?" "Just a reminder of what I can do to you." He bares your legs with a few quick pulls on your dress until his hand finds its way between your thighs. "Legolas," you gasp again, looking around your surroundings. "What if someone sees us?" "I will hear them before they can see us," he promises. "Do you trust me?" The question makes your legs spread open before his caressing touch. "Of course."

His lips wander down your neck, caressing the soft skin there with slow, lazy kisses while his long fingers find their way to your center after pushing your panties aside. His fingertips slide over your fold easily. Your wetness soaks him within a few seconds. "You are so wet already," he hums. His words flutter in your chest. Your heart thuds against your ribcage. "Legolas," you pant his name, grabbing his shoulder. Your other hand tries to find some support on the ground. The grass is soft under your touch. "I'm here, love," he replies. "And I won't go anywhere until you cum around my fingers." Your eyes fall shut as the pleasure flares through your body. It burns your veins and spins the world around you. His thumb draws small circles on your clit, helping you to chase your orgasm. His breath fans over your neck, and his voice make you tremble some more. "Who makes you feel this good?" He asks, and when you don't answer immediately, he doesn't wait to push two fingers inside your aching hole. Your head falls back, and a moan breaks up from your throat. "Say my name, Y/N," the elf demands. "Let everyone hear who you belong to." His name leaves your lover's name in breathless whines as his hand speeds up between your legs. He pushes you to the edge and doesn't give you enough time to process what's happening. "Cum, Y/N," Legolas says. "Make a mess on my hand. Give me something to remember while you are far away from my arms."

Pleasure washes over you as the burning coil snaps in your lower belly. Your muscles jerk, and your breath stops for a long second. Your orgasm comes quickly and powerfully. It feels like Legolas's arms are the only things that keep you in one piece.

When you open your eyes, you see him licking your juices off his fingers. A satisfied smile plays on his lips the whole time. "You will get more when we meet again," he promises.

[shirefantasies]

Hey, are your requests open? If not then feel free to ignore this, or don't feel the need to write a whole set of headcanons for it, I just wanted to ask something. What Lord of the Rings characters do you think would most love a character who wears pretty skirts and is generally decently feminine but also has huge muscles and is really strong? Basically the full Luisa Madrigal type of person, huge muscles and cute skirts. I can't stop thinking about it and wanted to know what characters you think would be into that the most.

Have a good day! Take care of yourself 💋

LoTR Characters + Buff Woman

Luisa is my favorite omg! I also think of Ilona Maher whomst is gorgeous and I love 😌 Great ask OP. On behalf of the entire world I would like to say W O M E N. BUFF WOMENNNNNNN

Respectfully would like you to step on them: Gimli, Boromir, Eowyn, Galadriel, Arwen, Aragorn

Slightly intimidated: Sam, Merry, Faramir, Haldir

Mostly just sees you for you/your other traits and doesn’t really think about it until a certain moment: Legolas, Frodo, Pippin, Eomer, Elrond

Gimli takes one look at you and he’s already fallen. You’re drop-dead gorgeous by dwarven standards even if you don’t have any facial hair. You catch the way he is dumbfounded in your presence, the way his eyes linger, and yet how gently and reverently he makes any contact with your body or hair that happens. Half-accidentally drops jokes about how you could overpower him any day when you spar. | Boromir’s brows raise when he first lays eyes upon you, your demure dress contrasted by an impressive physique he can hardly peel his eyes from. At first he tells himself he envies you, but the longer he lets his thoughts linger, the less he can deny envy is not the slightest of his feelings toward you…. | Similarly, Eowyn admires your obvious strength, wonders if she appeared so if she would be taken seriously. However, seeing how others act intimidated by you or even take you as her opposite, viewing you as some contradiction despite your beauty and wondrous disposition, she finds herself standing up for you and staying by your side. | Galadriel's eyes fix upon you like a fox's, glinting with a mix of pride and hunger. She compliments your strength and gives you the most beautiful gift that not only brings out your feminine beauty but also keeps you safe. No doubt rests in her mind that you could protect yourself, but it gives her peace of mind. It also allows her to press her hands over yours, maybe slide them ever so slightly along the muscle of your arms. Something about her teasing quips and looks have you wondering just what reaction she would like to see... | Arwen encourages you to give your all when you spar, grinning and joking that she can take it. "I want to see your strength," she tells you. She also adores highlighting your beauty, gently hanging flowers in your hair or tucking them behind your ear with a smile, savoring the way you smile back at her as though it hadn't sent a shiver down your spine the way you pinned her in practice, your sword hovering above her neck. | They all say they have never seen Aragorn act this way before. His countenance is severe despite his caring heart. And yet you tease smirks out of him like nothing, draw sounds from him during spars that none of the fellowship have noticed before. As your swords meet, your shared whispers of banter have the hobbits looking this way and that, meeting each other’s eyes. But the first invasion shows how you fight for each other as one, moving like a unit and displaying more than a little willingness to sacrifice yourselves for the other.

Do you detect a note of apprehension in Sam's eyes? The hobbit looks up at you with that wide green gaze, but he returns your smile when you give him your sweetest look. He stutters a bit whenever he addresses you, but you find it endearing, coaxing more and more words out of him. He holds you in high regard, anyone can see- or hear, should we say. After all, he makes many a comment to that end. "We're lucky we have 'er- she could even give Strider a run for it." | Merry, too, looks upon you with a piqued gaze that follows your movements, but he simply moves about you with extraneous politeness until the first time you bring him tea, smiling warmly and wishing him well before striding off, skirts flowing at your feet, and suddenly he feels a flush creeping along his cheeks and a smile raising his lips. | Your strength brings a seeming aura of purpose to your strides, one which Faramir has learned to detect from a young age. Detect and shirk from. At times, even hide from. He feels his whole body tense and brace, and yet when your lips part the words that pass from them are sweet and bright. Warm and appreciative. Just as quickly as the tension had rose, it deflated and Faramir welcomed you with the sweet hospitality his father did not always appreciate, but he felt a lady deserved. The closer you grew, the more and more Faramir saw of your beauty and grace on a dance floor and skill with an axe alike- and the more he found himself thinking how the addition of a lady like yourself would bring Gondor nothing but pride. | Haldir finds himself raising his brows upon first sight of you, unable to stop the darting of his eyes over your form, which is quite unlike anything he has ever seen in his many years of lifetime. And here he thought nothing could surprise him. Yet when you emerge freshly changed from your battle-torn cloak into a gown of elven make, euphoria, relief, and joy glistening from every fiber of your being, he is drawn to you like a metallic pole finding its other half. He learns of your sporting, that which has leant you such tone, and realizes you are nowhere near the callous fighter he had expected, but rather a women whose charms could claim the hearts of men day after day, year after year.

Legolas is naturally quiet, reserved. Observation is his domain despite his quick wit. You often wonder at him, feel a shell about the elf prince that has yet to crack. Little did you realize he thought the same. At least, that is, until the day he finds you strayed from the campground into a meadow. There you are plucking flowers, extending one to him and explaining as he strides beside you that you feel more at peace in silence. Among growing things. With a smile, Legolas expresses your kindred spirits, internally feeling a new glow building in his heart. Rather than your strength, he falls for your solace. | It sticks in Frodo's mind how willing you are to undertake the entire fellowship's repairs, sitting there with needle and thread in hand and serene expression on face. Contrasting greatly, of course, to the flexing of your broad arms with each motion, corded muscle serving only to create. The hobbit takes to sitting at your side, watching you work and reading aloud, glancing up at you with soft smiles. | Curiosity paints Pippin's every action, the way his head tilts when he looks at you, his eyes roaming over whatever you are doing. You find yourself drawn to him, giggling over his questions and sharing jokes about your observations. He finds his heart fluttering every time you laugh and the day you lift him onto your shoulders and run about the camp. Despite your height, your countenance is perfect to him to bring back to the Shire, and more and more he finds himself fantasizing about a life with you there, full of laughs and love and more piggyback runs through the flowering fields. | Eomer struggles with his own perception, tripping over judgment when you first come to know one another. You are a woman, demure in your dress and yet it is clear the way the soldiers treat you as one of them. War, he always thought, was the province of men, and yet here you were capable of defeating any of his comrades in an arm wrestling match. Just to show the ones that mocked your embroidered skirt or told you that you would never be worthy of it. You would slam their hands down, then turn around and bake them cakes to take on journeys. You were everything, and that somehow was no exaggeration in Eomer’s mind. He fell for your indomitable spirit. | Lord Elrond is well used to taking in all. No exceptions. The wounded, the disabled, the grieving. Nearly all races had set foot in the valley of Imladris. Having seen much, Elrond did not question you like the others did. He saw your fascination with elven culture, your peace amongst harpists. In fact, it was he who encouraged your lessons with Lindir and his apprentice, smiling as your strong hands plucked gently at her side. Reverence filled your eyes as you looked upon the artworks displayed in his halls, the years of history the lord was more than willing to grant you tours of. More than your amazing resilience and formidable build, Elrond loved your appreciation of beauty.

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[fistfuloflightning]

For your art prompt thing I saw LOTR as one of the fandoms... so maybe Faramir (or Faramir and Boromir both)? Either book or movie design is chill, and if you don't feel very inspired to do it, no worries! :)

took me a while but I got there! I have to say, Boromir and Faramir is my favorite sibling relationship in LotR, outranking even Eomer and Eowyn. All this from that tiny blurb in the Appendix that is merely a tiny hint of the love and devotion they shared and that remained strong even against their father’s favoritism.

[ass-deep-in-demons]

WIP tag game!

I got tagged by @nerdanel01 which was a double treat because not only I get to share my WiPs but also I got to read excerpts from the next update of Love is a Stranger 😍​😍​😍​

Rules: You will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

Right now I have three WiPs going on: 1. Under our Darkening Skies (Boromir) - Chapter 3 2. Tales from the Lighthouse (Emmrich x Osla "Rook" Mercar, multichapter, cannon setting) 3. Small Town Horror (Emmrich x Osla, multichapter, small town AU) My key word is:

LIGHT

[L] - from Small Town Horror

"Listen, Varric, I appreciate…" Varric held out his hand. "Just… hear me out, Rook. I know you won't accept charity, so how about a deal?" "A deal?" Osla echoed warily. Varric nodded. "We help each other, just like in the old times. No handouts, no debts, just clean cut business." "Alright," said Osla, "I'm listening." "You remember my brother Bartrand?" "Of course," said Osla. The mention of Bartrand got her attention. "Tarquin told me he's had some sort of a… crisis. How is he?" "Hmm… Better than a month ago, when his head went crackers. Still nowhere near mentally stable. He's been admitted to an… institution. It was going to be temporary, initially, but with how his recovery is going so far, the doctors think it might become more of a… permanent arrangement." Osla felt a pang of guilt. She wasn't the only one going though it. Hers wasn't the only family that got broken. Suddenly her drunken antics seemed like a childish tantrum. She should get a grip. "Shit, Varric, I'm sorry," she offered lamely. "Yeah, well, it is what it is," said Varric. "But this is where you come in. You see, I need someone looking after the Tethras Farm in the meantime. How about you move in there, take care of the animals during the cold season, and uncle Varric will cover your living expenses ? Hm?" "Please don't refer to yourself as my uncle ever again," said Osla.

[I] - from Small Town Horror

In a moment of bravado, he decided to drive to the farm and check on her. Maybe something had happened. Maybe… Maybe she broke and… indulged? He was glad he himself hadn't been drinking at the party. He walked the short distance along the Main Street to the clinic, popped in the front door to grab his car keys. The ride to the Tethras Farm wasn't a long one, but it required some concentration - the country road had no street lights. As he approached the farm, he could see from afar that the windows were lit. That meant Osla was likely at home. Emmrich felt relieved. As he approached, more details became apparent: one, that the gate to the farm's frontyard was open, and two, that a silver minivan was parked right next to Osla's old pickup. Emmrich did not recognize the car. Did Osla have guests over from outside of Mournville? He read the minivan's plate - it was from the Nevarra City, which confirmed his suspicion. Emmrich felt self-conscious. Coming to check up on Osla when she was alone was one thing, but ringing her doorbell to be greeted by her family or a group of friends - that would be something else entirely. What if… what if she had a gentleman, or a lady friend over? Was that why she'd missed the party?

[G] - from Under our Darkening Skies

"(…) go," said a voice over Boromir’s head, and he felt the weight that was pinning him down lift. An outstretched hand appeared above him; Boromir took it and hauled himself upright. “Hail Boromir of the White Tower,” said the rider who had helped him up. Boromir recognized his pointed helmet with horsehair crest as the sign of the Marshal of the Mark, but even without it, his voice was familiar and gladdened Boromir’s heart. “Hail Eomer, son of Eomund!”, he said. “Ever are the Lords of Gondor welcome in the King’s Folde, and Boromir first among them,” said Eomer, who seemed to be in high spirits, still in battle frenzy. “Even when he appears mid-fight, out of thin air, no less. Now I must know, whatever were you doing in this orcish camp, alone and unarmed?” “Preparing for dinner,” said Boromir tersely.

[H] - from Tales from the Lighthouse

He saw, with some mortification, that Manfred had taken the Tevene medallion out of his satchel and was waving it at Rook, proudly displaying his plunder in front of her. “Hiss!” the spirit called out, pointing to the decoration. Emmrich saw Rook turn pale and wide-eyed. He hastily stood up, preparing to intervene. “Rook, if you would allow me to expla-” he began, but was interrupted. “That’s mine!” Rook hissed, snatched the medal with a trembling hand and clutched it to her breast. Whatever the origin of the trinket, it must have held a great value to Rook, judging by her immediate reaction. Emmrich approached her carefully, feeling everyone’s eyes on himself. “Please, accept mine and Manfred’s sincerest apologies. He didn’t mean to steal it from you, he just collects random objects that he finds interesting,” he sighed. “I will strive to watch him more carefully next time.” He could tell that his apology had only been moderately successful at mollifying Rook’s outrage. Clearly, she counted touching the medallion for a serious transgression. Her eyes remained trained on Manfred, who in turn was giving off a strong aura of alarm and confusion at her outburst - an aura that Rook, lacking magical talent, had no way of perceiving, Emmrich knew. Still, she appeared hesitant, perhaps fighting some inner battle about how to respond in this situation. At last, she came to a resolve. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, which appeared to be her preferred method of soothing her nerves. “You are welcome to look at it, Manfred, but please, ask me next time,” she told the skeleton calmly, even though Emmrich could tell how much it cost her. “I really don’t want it to get lost or damaged,” she added.

[T] - from Tales from the Lighthouse

They entered the battered pier carefully, looking for any sign of movement on the deck, detecting no one. They couldn’t see the actual deck over the board. Suddenly, an elf swung from the air on a rope and landed on the board, in an acrobatic feat. He was well out of reach of any direct attack, and no walkway has been lowered to the pier, so there was no way to arrest the newcomer. Osla took the stranger's measure. He was an adult elf, maybe a few years younger than Emmrich, which would give him well over a decade over Osla herself. Slender physique with catlike movements and a well fitting leather armor marked him as a rogue type of fighter. His skin was tan and wind-weathered, with prominent charming laugh lines surrounding his eyes. He was favoring them with a self-satisfied grin, framed by a mop of blonde hair flying in the wind. “Arainai!” growled Lucanis. “Get down here so I can end you.” “Lucanis, you know him?” Osla asked, incredulous. Lucanis frowned and was about to answer when the strange elf cut him short. “Evidently not as well as he thinks he does. I no longer belong to House Arainai, nor do I claim their name. These days, I go simply by Zevran. At my lady’s service," he bowed theatrically. “Zevran? I’ve heard that name somewhere,” said Taash. “Do not trust a word out of his mouth, Rook” warned Lucanis. “Why? Is he a rival assassin?” asked Osla. “Worse! He is a contract breaker!” said Lucanis and spat, as if the very phrase left a bad taste in his mouth. The elf uttered an exaggerated sigh. “As ever my reputation precedes me, I see,” he tutted and shook his head in mocked disbelief. “In my life, I have only ever broken a single contract (…)"

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Tagging: @scyllas-revenge, @sotwk, @konartiste, @esta-elavaris, @dismalzelenka, @lavenderprose, @emmg, @lucifers-legions

Your word is:

TRUTH

[sotwk]

Fanfic writer interview

Thank you @emmanuellececchi for the tag!! 💖 I've been tagged on this game a couple of times in the past, but I never answered them because looking at my Ao3 Stats just made me feel sad.

Stats are a little better now, and I have thicker skin about it, so here we go! :)

How many works do you have on AO3? 23

What's your total AO3 word count? 72,658

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Taken (Eomer x OC) *most popular by a large margin!

Greenleaf's Day Out (Child Legolas and family)

The Task of Living (Thorin x Reader)

Breathe (Boromir x Reader)

Dandelions (Boromir x Reader)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Umm. I am shamefully REALLY bad at responding to comments. More often than not, I just don't get around to it! I know that's a terrible thing to do as a writer, because commenters deserve so much appreciation! It is definitely one of my resolutions in the coming New Year to improve on this flaw.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? The Broken Shield - It's a Thorin fic set during the War of the Dwarves and Orcs, and shows the death of both Elvenqueen Maereth and Frerin, brother of Thorin.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? I like to think most of the fics I write have happy endings, but I've received feedback about Dandelions being particularly "feel good".

Do you write crossovers? Crossovers are not my thing, BUT I did receive a fic request for one from a friend, so I'm going to deliver it just because they asked.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Never, thankfully. I don't think my reach is wide enough to attract the notice of haters.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope, I leave smut to the experts. M-level spice is the most I can manage.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, and I can't imagine anyone would want to.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? @scyllas-revenge and I sorta accidentally co-wrote a sort-of fic. LOL. Maybe we'll formalize the partnership eventually. @heilith and I have been discussing a (her)Lindir x (my)OC collaboration for ages now, but we're both so busy offline! I would love to co-write fics, but only with friends I'm confident can tolerate my slowness and focus issues.

What's your all-time favorite ship? I enjoy MANY ships across different fandoms, but none really stand out. On a personal level, I really love my Thranduil x Maereth ship. It means so much to me that I will forever be insecure about sharing it with others, for fear of rejection or criticism.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I want to finish ALL my WIPs and I don't think about ditching any of them. Hope springs eternal!

What are your writing strengths? If you ask me? Worldbuilding and integrating my AU into canon. If you ask others? I've been told I can deliver a decent gut-wrenching piece of prose or dialogue here and there.

What are your writing weaknesses? I am the SLOWEST WRITER YOU WILL EVER MEET. Tons of WIPs. Updates on long fics are a miracle. I honestly question whether I'm cut out for multi-chapter fics, but I keep trying anyway.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I only do it sparingly, usually using short phrases here and there.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? I am chomping at the bit to write for ASOIAF/Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon! I have fic requests waiting for HotD; I just need to get my butt moving on them.

What's your favorite fic you've written? I have yet to write a fic that stands out above the others; I love my fics equally for different reasons.

Bonus: Live shots of me trying to write:

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@emyn-arnens @celeluwhenfics @dilettantefeminist @cycas @scyllas-revenge

@cuarthol @entishramblings @lucifers-legions @torchwood-99 @softboiledwonderland

....and anyone who wants to share! I'm not sure which of my writer Moots are on Ao3 or just on Tumblr. :)

[torchwood-99]

Rohan Gift Exchange

Rohan fam, does anyone fancy doing a gift exchange for Christmas, or a Secret Santa thing?

Like, no pressure thing. Maybe we just offer up like three prompts each, and our partner can write a fic or ficlet, do a fanart, make an aesthetic post or quote compilation etc... to go with the one they like the most. Super lowkey, we don't need a minimum word count or anything like that.

@konartiste @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @emmanuellececchi @emyn-arnens @mummelthecryptid @mothballz2004 and all Rohan lovers (whether it be Eowyn, Eomer, Theodred, Hama, or just Rohan in general), anyone want to give it a go?

[master-muffinn]

You have a life too

It was a lovely July morning. You were with your boyfriend, hand in hand and walked through the green forest, which was filled with insects and flowers. You two finally had some free time and you chose to spend it together. Talking a little now and then about what the other had done to not miss out on anything important.

But then you see a bird and it flies up to you. You automatically hold out your hand for it to sit on. It has a letter for you. You let go of your boyfriend's hand and the bird flies away after you take the letter. 

Dear y/n. Meet me at ‘The Prancing Pony’ on Sunday evening at 7 o'clock.  From your dear friend, Gandalf.

You looked at the letter with disgust and irritation. You knew exactly what this is about. Gandalf had promised a stranger that you would come help them without talking to you about it first and expected you to come without questioning it.

You are smart, wise and a great fighter, but you had a really hard time to say ‘no’ when people ask you for help which back then perhaps was good because it’s the right thing to do, but now it starting to get out of hand and it felt like people took your help for granted. Like, you had a life too!

You looked at your boyfriend who already seemed to know what the letter was about. 

“Gandalf ‘again’?” he said and sighed when you nodded.

You looked back at the letter “I am really tired of Gandalf making promises without talking to me first”

“I know, me too”

You looked back at your boyfriend with pleading eyes. “I really don’t want to go, but I don't know how to tell him! Can you help me come up with a good excuse to not go that Gandalf has no other choice but to accept?!”

He thought for a while, looking around his surroundings like it could maybe help him get any useful ideas. He then put his hand in his pocket and a shy smile came to his lips. He took a step closer to you and looked you straight in the eyes with a loving gaze. 

“I have been thinking about doing this for a while but never had a good opportunity, so maybe this is the best time to do it” 

You move your head to the side and raise an eyebrow not understanding what he meant.

He took out a small box from his pocket, went down with one knee and opened the box with a beautiful ring inside. “Do you want to marry me? We have been together for years now and I can't see myself with anyone else but you! You are like the other half of my heart that I can't live without. I would love nothing more than to have you by my side in the rest of our life!”

You just stood stupidly in shock with your mouth and eyes wide open, but you quickly collected yourself, dropped the letter and threw yourself over him with a big embrace. “I would love to!” You said.

Dear Gandalf. I have to decline your request. You have to ask someone else for help from now on. I will get married soon and I wish to spend all my time and life with my love. From your dear friend, Y/n.

^Bilbo (he knows what you going though lol), Thranduil, Haldir, Celeborn, Feren, Elrond, Thorin, Boromir, Aragorn, Theoden, Bard, Dwalin, Dain, Eomer, Saruman

[emmanuellececchi]

Following the post about conflict between Faramir-Eowyn and Eomer-Lothiriel

and hoping we will be able to reblog all without Tumblr tumbling. @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras I can't for the lvoe of me, access @celeluwhenfics reblog as well... @torchwood-99 I am tagging you a well so that you can jump in, idem for @dilettantefeminist I saw you there but not sure if you did write or not... it seems there is a bug.

As it is, I didn't write a conflict for Eomer and Lothiriel about the language. On the other hand (@from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras thinking about you) I studied a bit about Thengel and Theodean languages... and the conflict thereafter... For Tirwald story XD.

One thing had been pointed out on various site about Tolkien lore is that "the royal family was speaking Sindarin and Westron" in Rohan, after Thengel and Theoden. So: Eowyn and Eomer are certainly speaking Westron and Sindarin AND Rohanese, as Theoden, unlike his dad, made sure to learn Rohanese, even having his name changed (although it might be Thengel doing... it was a bit confusing).

So, I am still convinced Eomer and Eowyn know how to write, because Theoden and his sisters knew how too. Although Eomund might have seen that differently (and so maybe they learned it later in life) and they know three languages. And of course, Theodred knew how to speak and write as well

Now about Faramir and Boromir (I alsmot write Borodred). They know Sindarin and Westron. And here I guess: Boromir knew Rohanese. Why? He was known and respected by Rohan. Something implying he went there often enough. And so I guess he learned it for strategic reasons (or reasons of the heart - as you see fit). But Faramir? I don't think he would. Denethor would tolerate this from Boromir, but never from his younger son. Maybe Faramir would be curious enough to try to learn it on his own of course, so maybe he would knew a few words.

Lothriel knows Sindarin and Westron but certainly not much of Rohanese or at all. On the other, and mostly because this is how I see her, once she get to know Eomer, she might just decide to learn it. As a way of expressing herself/rebelling against her entourage. And to surprise him. She would be shy about it at first but I can imagine how Eomer would feel when she tries to speak it (sorry I digress).

So, to come back to conflict: Eowyn and Faramir have certainly (and they're known characters with establish personnality) some cause for friction ("some" XD). As for Eomer and Lothiriel, it will essentilly depends on how Lothiriel is written. We know a bit about her family, link to others and gondorian context. But nothing about her personna. So I guess my answer to @torchwood-99 for them would be: you can have as much or as few conflicts as you want with Eomer and Lothiriel ;)

[scyllas-revenge]

Fanfiction Author Interview Game!

Thank you @mikathemonster for tagging me in this!

How many works do you have on Tumblr? I've posted 12 fics on tumblr, although my longer fics and the ones I've written for fandom events are strictly on AO3.

What's your total Tumblr word count? If I counted right, somewhere around 27,600 words

Your top 5 stories by notes:

Leap of Faith Pt 1- I'm not surprised my Legolas fic is by far my most popular one on tumblr lol. This one will always hold a special place in my heart <3

Wildest Dreams- An Eomer/reader fic that I'm honestly not crazy about but I'm glad others enjoyed it!

A Helping Hand- Also Eomer/reader, also not one of my favorites. But who doesn't love Eomer?

A Shield Against the Snow- Boromir/reader, and the third Only One Bed fic in this list XD

Leap of Faith Pt 2- An unplanned sequel to Leap of Faith that I'm honestly really proud of- my favorite thing about Legolas is the melodrama of pairing him off with mortal characters

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I usually do! Comments and discussions about my fics are what keep me going as a writer!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? I'm not really one for writing angst- I love to read it but I just can't bear to write anything besides a happy ending!

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? They're all pretty happy, but I think the fic with the highest amount of sheer fluff would be The Floor is Molasses.

Do you write crossovers? Nah, I don't think crossovers are for me

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Definitely! Not so much on tumblr or AO3, but I've gotten some weird ones on FFN

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I've only posted one real smut fic, Sword Master (unless you count the smut-adjacent bits of Customer Service too) but tbh I'm not sure I'll post more in the future. Maybe one or two Burn Like Cold Iron extras when that fic is finally done, but otherwise I probably won't go above an M rating again. You know how people tend to look hotter in lingerie than fully nude? That's usually my take on smut XD the scene turns out hotter if I leave a bit to the imagination lol

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I hope not!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope! But I'd be very flattered

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not officially, but @sotwk and I wound up writing a back-and-forth Eomer/OC thing via tumblr ask boxes lol- Eomer's letter and a response, and I'm always down to keep the collab going!

What's your all-time favorite ship? Eowyn/Faramir, but outside of Tolkien maybe Jaime/Brienne from ASOIAF

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I do my best not to post anything I'm not confident I can finish!

What are your writing strengths? I'm terrible at complimenting myself but I'm trying to be better- let's see I think I'm getting better at dialogue, particularly capturing different characters' voices. I think I can infuse dry humor into my fics pretty well too (although sometimes this happens by accident, rendering a dramatic scene goofy)

What are your writing weaknesses? I'm slow as hell. I cannot focus for the life of me. BUT I'm getting my hands on some adderall so hopefully that will help in the future XD

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I think my favorite method in fics is when writers don't translate the other language, or at least not directly, and let the other characters and setting reveal the words' meaning through context. Personally I try to avoid it entirely, just because I don't know any words in Tolkien's languages lol

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? I'm such a slow writer that I want to stick to LOTR for now, but someday I might snap and write something for BG3 lol (there's no regency AU fics for Wyll?? Are you kidding me?? I'm going to commit murder)

What's your favorite fic you've written? Burn Like Cold Iron is always my (predictable) answer, but among my less popular fics, Chicken Soup for the Soul is an old favorite, as well as Something Burrowed, Something Blue.

Tagging @sotwk and @fishing4stars and anyone else who sees this post and has the urge to talk about themselves

[dreambigdreamz]

fanfic idea for future reference 😌 it’s a swanlake x eothiriel

This is completely rough draft and I have a lot to work on, but I just found it again amidst my profile from long ago and just had to keep it for sake. And maybe I’d like to share it too — especially @meluiloth because you so kindly tag me everytime but I am always lazy to do anything related to writing 🥲 this one’s in honour for you and all your kindness in tagging me.

So like, the latest one is a Swan Lake plotline where it will start off as a suspense story. (No one else would be reading this and it will be a long time when I finally write and any who read will have forgotten about it so I'm going in all spoilers yes?) Éomer visiting Dol Amroth, the seat of his new friend Imrahil, and when he goes on his solitary late night walks on the beach, he keeps sighting a mysterious silver figure dancing, yknow. And when he tries to follow her once, he sees that she vanished as she ran into the Palace Garden. Now this Palace Garden is the beautifullest of places with flowers, shrubs, and fountains. But there is a big golden cage too, and in it is a snow-white swan that the whole royal family seems to love so much. THAT SWAN IS LOTHIRIEL CURSED BY A WITCH AND HER SOUL WILL BE A SWAN UNTIL SHE FEELS THE LOVE OF A MORTAL MAN AND RETURNS THAT LOVE. 

Like, whenever a young man asked for her hand, she always refused and one young man went to ask help from the witch to make Lothiriel love him back but instead the jealous witch turned her into a swan and she now only has human form in the absence of daylight and ahhhhh

Very simple and plain, Iknow but. For some reason I'm so excited for it to play out. 

I mean, everything about Eomer is simple and plain but so beloved in my eyes 😍

Yeah like a sort of Beren and Luthien meeting. Very simple, but when made with care and love, it makes my heart burst eek I feel like what will hinder Lothiriel's falling in love with him is her being so foreign to that. For sixteen years she was kept safe under the watch of her spinster aunt and doesn't lift an eye at a young man unless her elders permittedly tell her so. So I'm sorry but this girl's mentality was wrecked very beautifully and she simply doesn't know how to handle love

And for the next six years she was a swan, so very very unused to human company in general. Lol me materialising introverts in a poetic way. I think you'll be onboard with that idea. I don't know about you, but I feel so frustrated that I want to go out and mix in with people but it's so difficult to let go of the old restraints that had been for so long.

AND YES HAHAHA I am so making her foreign to love, and even a sequel where, after they have already admitted to each other's love, the curse still isn't broken and she begins to suspect it's because her love for Eomer is really imaginary. She 'loves' him only because she wants to break the curse. She has never known what is love to actually realise what she is feeling is really love. She doubts it. And truly, yes, she is a little selfish and she begins to be scared she'll never love anybody truly and this curse is to be forever. And they set out on a quest to find a way to break the curse and on the way she finds out what it truly is to love someone selflessly, without expecting anything in return, to want someone to be happy even if it means without you in their life. 🤓🤓 I just had to go and add that bit of angst in.

Like the first fic could be called 'So this is Love' and will end as they admit their love. So it's an open ended ending for everyone, those who wants to have the happily ever after can stop there. But the second fic sequel is gonna be like 'What is Love' and will start off with her still turning into a swan even after everything. It does have a happy ending though, I just have this scenario in my mind that they're coming back from the sea on a raft and she runs throgh the water up the beach to her gasping parents, IN DAYLIGHT. She's human in daylight so it means the curse is broken!! And they just share a hug :) I have this quote 'No I've never loved anyone before. If my parents died, I'd cry, but only because I wouldn't know what to do with my life next. Only because I would feel so lost without them to take care of me.' And in the end she finds the true meaning of loving :))) Because, whatever it is, love is love, selfless or selfish. If you love someone, for whatever reasons, it is still love, isnt it?? But for her she's been trapped in the cage of her mind for so long, not trusting anybody in case 'it doesn't work out'. Like, most of my heroines they are scared because they've been hurt before. For her, she is imagining all the hurt that could happen and limiting herself from the joy that was possibly waiting. Ahhh me 😁😁😁

I feel like this is going to be my healthiest pairing yet. They both admit to their flaws in so honest a way and come to terms with their imperfections. Like they actually got to talk!!! The quest symbolises their journey to compatibility, yknow, learning more about each other, and not only that but adjust to each other's problems. For example, Eomer himself realises he did not expect some selfish outbursts from this angelic creature and realises he had fallen in love with her shadow instead, her beauty and dancing in the twilight. He soon learns a lot more about her and learns why she is this way and also like why she is selfish and how to remedy that (she hoards up her favourite cakes all to herself and threatens him not to touch them).But that is bc she has been brought up privileged and not had any contact with anybody outside the world that she doesn't know how to fit in.

I'm so proud of it. 

Like first, you fall in love with someone for their outside. Then you have to endure and try to get to know their inside and then once you know what they are like, it is up to choice to try and get along or leave then. I think that's the three crucial steps to love :] And only after that, can you attest whether that love is 'true' as in compatible for the long run.

Yeah! I need a real life 🫠

Eomer’s flaw is chiefly that he takes things at face value because that’s how he was brought up. The Rohirrim doesn’t have much disguises and are straightforward and honest, you know. And he takes it that way. And when he first saw Lothíriel, that was the case: he took her to be a beautiful creature, a heavenly being. He has to learn the depths and layers of everything. 

And like, one incident is when he’s to leave the next day and asks if she’d wish him to return some day. She says, what would it change if she wish or not? That he’d try to come back at all cost if he knew she wished for it. She starts saying something like ‘But I could tell you that I wish for you to never come back here again. Would that prevent you from doing so?’ 

‘It would.’ 

Startled, she asks ‘Why?’ 

‘Because you said so.’ 

‘But I could be wishing something entirely different and may voice something else because of . . . propriety. And I am only saying this for example, mind you. Would you still take it at face value of what I said, when you probably know it to be otherwise?’ 

‘Yes.’ 

‘Then you are disregarding my— the person’s genuine wish?’ 

‘No. Though you may be wishing something different, I respect the decision you made to not speak of that wish. For whatever reason you thought it fit to keep your true feelings a secret, I will have to respect that decision of your mind that chose to not tell me your wish.’

Is this too cheesy—

I’m sorry I’m so proud of this atm tho

please let me know what you think 🥹🥹

[ach-sss-no]

In LOTRO there's this ancient tapestry or whatever of Saruman (apparently being gifted access to Orthanc?) and it's so creepy. Unless you do some wild sequence-breaking somehow, you only see this after hours and hours of 'hello, I am a friendly town in Rohan. Orcs sent by Saruman killed all my friends and my spouse and my children. Please go scavenge the ravaged fields for one breadcrumb so some of us can hope to maybe eat tomorrow' and then here's the tapestry honoring Saruman

Also this is Eomer's house, which is how I accidentally got his health bar to show up while I was taking this screenshot. I don't think he's going to keep this thing on his wall much longer

[thunderbirdarts]

Hi! I saw your art and edits of Eowyn and Eomer as Plains Native and I really enjoyed it! Seeing as I’m not native I was wondering how to go about doing research and making respectful art to expand on this headcanon? I love Eowyn and I really want to respect her and your native culture. Please don’t feel obligated to respond to this if I have made you uncomfortable, I thought it would be better to ask than assume:)

Hii!! Thank you so much, I'm glad you like it <333

My main inspirations for Plainsndn! Rohirrim is a mixture of different tribes, namely Kiowa, Blackfoot, Cree, and Lakota. So if you want to use the same references I do, you could try that?

For clothing references, you COULD potentially use some 1800s (or early 1900s) photographs for inspiration, but just be aware that some of these photographs are staged, and the people are wearing outfits that they were told to wear by the photographer (so it may not have been theirs or culturally accurate to their tribe). That, or even if their outfits ARE accurate & really belonged to them, note that some of what they're wearing may not be what would have been everyday or casual wear, sometimes the people being photographed would deck themselves out in their best regalia or clothing specifically for the photographs (so if they seem to be VERY jeweled in a lot of beadwork, quillwork, metal, accessories, etc, that could be an indicator of this. Wearing things like heavily beaded clothing or elk tooth dresses or detailed ribbonshirts would also indicate this). Thus if you're going for a more casual look in a drawing or writing something, they probably wouldn't have all that. For any war paint, I suggest looking up photos of pow wow War (like traditional bustle) dancers.

I recommend taking inspiration & notes from antiques/artifacts on the Smithsonian online website. If you search up a tribe name & an item, usually something should come up. Like you could type "(tribe)(item)", such as "Cree dress" for instance, & it'll tell you what year it should appropriately be as well as some other info. But I don't recommend directly copying exact designs from pow wow regalia (because this counts as art theft, and many beadwork shops make people pay fines for taking photos because of this, that's how serious we take it) or even some of the antiques (because some of them might contain sacred designs, & each tribe has rules, protocols, and specific contexts for who was allowed to wear what and when) if you're drawing it or describing it, and instead come up with your own. Depending on the tribe, the aesthetics might be different, but geometric shapes are very common throughout Turtle Island. This also goes for tipis, I recommend NOT drawing/describing any designs on tipis if you're trying to portray that.

And honestly I suggest not trying to go TOO deep into research just for a headcanon, because i feel like it's not necessary, and to protect any potential intracommunity information or to avoid breaking cultural/spiritual protocol just for the sake of a headcanon. Like maybe a few site searches, a browse of wikipedia, and an encyclopedia entry, or looking at a tribal website run by the Native tribe themselves could do it. Like don't overdo it by trying to find information on ceremonies or things like that. A headcanon isn't worth invading the privacy or potentially butchering the culture of a whole tribe.

You could also take some elements of the Plains Native cultures & try to seamlessly blend them in with the pre-existing LOTR Rohirrim canon, which is a bit of what I do. That way you can try find an angle that makes it clear you're taking inspiration from Plains Native tribes, but you're also not doing too much about it & it's clear they're still a fantasy culture & Rohirrim. Like maybe they still live in wooden houses, but the carbings are inspired by Native beadwork & youve made them semi nomadic. Maybe they wear beadwork made out of metal, golden/brass/etc beads (thus keeping the golden aesthetics of the film Rohirrim, & now makss things like Plains beaded vests into armor). Maybe they have most of the aesthetics & clothing/hair of Plains Natives, but a lot of the fictional culture is still Tolkien's Rohirrim, stuff like that. Maybe you could also sprinkle in your own headcanons that don't come from Plains Native cultures OR existing Rohirrim canon, but just something you've invented yourself.

So yeah, that's what I'd recommend! I hope this is somewhat helpful dhcjg

[keaganz]

Promt/#2 You Have A Heart Of GoldWord count: 1958/Rating: Explicit/Relationship: Steddie/POV: Eddie Munson/CW homophobia, misogyny and transphobia mentioned/Tags: TransMasc Eddie Munson, Unplanned pregnancy, Mpreg, Steve Harrington is a sweetheart, Platonic Stobin, Platonic Hellcheer, Alternate Universe, Modern AU, previous Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Unreliable Narrator, Domestic Dom/Sub dynamics, Dom Eddie munson, Sub Steve Harrington, alluding to past drug abuse, age used characters, Eddie is 33, Steve is 31, born in the early 90s, famous Eddie, famous Steve, famous Corroded Coffin, past Eddie Munson/Male characters,Eddie Munson has good/supportive parents, Eddie is Packing, author doesn't like Nancy Wheeler,

The author is Tumbler elitarite, but this comes after promt#5 Adventure can be real happiness. As it's in the same universe

Eddie was laying propped up in bed, with Eomer sleeping peacefully on his tattoed chest. He was still in disbelief that he had grown a complete human inside of him for nearly nine months. He was just shy of a month postpartum and the first few days after the birth were really rough for his mental health, but Steve had gently asked if he should call his therapist for him. After talking to his therapist and getting started on antidepressants again and some helpful mental exercises, he had slowly felt himself returning to his normal self. He still had some dark moments but, looking down at his son, drooling all over his chest piece, it was all worth it. He notices Steve leaning against their bathroom door, his phone out. “I think I'm ready to tell people about Eomer. People are going to find out about him eventually, I'd rather control the narrative ” He kisses the top of Eomer’s head. “I fully understand that, but I'd rather keep his face and name private. People are crazy and maybe he doesn't want to be famous when he grows older.”

Eddie nods and gets distracted slightly when Steve drops his towel to get dressed. “The dark red briefs, white socks, fitted dark grey joggers and your soft yellow sweater, sweetheart. I want you to be comfortable before your flight tomorrow” “Of course, we won't share his name or face. When he's old enough to consent, he can decide what to do” Eomer starts getting fussy “Are you getting hungry, baby? I'm sorry your daddy was too busy giving me a show to get your breakfast” He carefully lifts him up and rubs their noses together. Steve rolled his eyes as he walked over and took his son from Eddie. “Yes well it's your papa's fault. He made me late getting ready and giving him a show is in my contract” Eddie's eyes hardened briefly at his bratty retort. “Careful there baby, don't forget who's in charge” He spanks Steve's ass once “ now go, on our princeling is hungry” He watches him go before slowly getting out of bed. His lower body was still sore and tender. He was eternally grateful for the comfortable postpartum washable underwear Steve had found for him. The disposable pads looked and felt more like diapers.

As he walks to their closest he sees Steve's phone and picks it up, he unlocks it and scrolls through his camera folder. He finds the most recent picture taken just minutes ago. He changes it from colour to sepia and crops it so that people can only see part of the headboard in the background and uploads it to his public Instagram with the caption ‘The newest member of Corroded Coffin has made their presence known. Introducing baby bat. Maybe TMI but to all those also going through postpartum, invest in some good washable maternity underwear. Comfort is a nascesaty!’. After seeing the post appearing on his feed, he puts the phone down and gets dressed. The rest of the day he spends with his husband and son, completely ignoring his phone until both Chrissy and Robin call them that eveningto tell them about how most of the replies to the post are positive and congratulating the pair Later that night while he's still awake, sitting in bed with Steve fast asleep next to him he finds a post from Nancy. His morbid curiosity gets the better of him and watchs it with captions on and the sound off. It's a hate filled tangent, calling him a ‘Girl’ with mental disorder, saying how CPS needs to get involved because she fears how the child will get abused by Steve. She goes on that he has a violent temper on a hair pin trigger. That bit about his husband makes his blood boil and it takes every ounce of self discipline not to react to it. Most of the comments under it are agreeing with her, but a few are asking if Steve was so horrible why she didn't file a police report or show proof of his alleged affairs, and some are saying it's disgusting to call him a she. He puts his phone away angrily and turns to look at Eomer sleeping in his co-sleeper bassinet attached to his side of the bed.

The next afternoon Eddie finds himself sitting anxiously on the couch in their media room with Chrissy next to him, while his Uncle Wayne is sitting in a recliner with Eomer. They are about to watch the live streaming of Steve's press junket interview. He knows Nancy's response has gotten a lot of traction in the last few hours and he's afraid how Steve will handle being asked about it. “Son, take a deep breath. Steve's gonna be alright. It's not his first interview and probably not the first time people ask him hard questions” His Uncle Wayne's advice had never steered him wrong before, but this felt monumental. “ Realistically I know that! And everyone in this room knows it's all BS but still part of me is scared.” “Eds, Steve has Robin with him, she will put an end to it. Now sush and just watch him do his thing” Chrissy squeezes his hand.

“ … Welcome Steve, it's so nice you could make time for us today. I hear congratulations are in order for you and your husband Eddie Munson. He just announced that he had a baby ‘Bat’.” Steve smiles brightly “ First of, thank you for extending the invitation to have me. Second, thank you so much. Baby Bat was a bit of a surprise when they first announced themselves”. “I don't think anyone knew about the pregnancy, Corroded Coffin just played a set two and a half months ago that I was at and he was a little bit more winded than normal and less wild. I'm a bit jealous, my first pregnancy was hell. I couldn't have performed at fifteen weeks let alone nearly full term” Steve smiles sadly at her “I'm sorry to hear that. It's not my place to talk about his experience but Eddie made it look so easy”The woman smiles back “I'm really sorry, but my boss will have my head if I don't ask these next questions” Steve laughs “Go ahead, I don't want you to lose your job” “Thank you, okay as a huge CC fan I can guess where baby bat comes from, but would you like to elaborate?” He grins “ Well Eddie is known for his collection of bat tattoos, and they would always kick this one spot just under the swarm of bats on his ribs”. “That’s so cute, and people speculated it's because of his tattoos. Why didn't you choose to announce the pregnancy but to only announce the birth?” “Privacy, mainly. It was always Eddie's decision about that. He had a statement written up for the moment he started showing, but he never really did. So he decided to keep it a private affair. As to why he posted that picture? That's simple really, we wanted to control the narrative. I walked out of the shower and they were just lounging in bed, and I wanted to preserve that moment” The camera zoomed in on his face, capturing his raw emotion. “This is going to sound so corny, but you started glowing when you're talking about them” Steve smiled bashfully “I'm not going to lie about loving my family” “It really shows, okay last question about Bat. Your ex Nancy Wheeler has posted a statement about your announcement, did you read it and what are your thoughts” “ Well first of, I don't have any form of Social Media, but Robin, Chrissy, Eddie and my little brother have all mentioned it to me” Steve takes a minute to gather his thoughts and looks of to the side for a long moment. The camera pans over to where he's looking and Robin comes into view. He turns back to the interviewer. “ Robin doesn't want me to answer and I know Eddie's at home and wants me to be petty and as Dustin would say, I'm a recovering asshole. I wasn't happy playing that role just to fit in and be popular. I used to be mean to people in high-school, some would have called me a bully, myself included and i don't want to go back there. So ultimately I want to thank her and Jonathan. If they hadn't grown tired of living a double life I wouldn't be happily married to the most amazing, passionate, nerdy and talented man I've ever met and I currently wouldn't be bat's dad. It feels so freeing to say that, my husband Eddie …..”

Chrissy and Eddie's phones start chiming like crazy as they stare at each other “ Chrissy, did he just say what I think he did?” “That he threw both of them to the lions and said you're married?” “What did I tell you Son, Steve knows what he's doing. You did good by taking a chance on him. He knows how to balance you out” Chrissy's loud gasping and burst of snickers snaps his attention away from his uncle to her “What?” “Wayne is right, Steve knows exactly what he did. The hashtag Justice for Steve Harrington has just started trending. People have started going back on the timeline of Nancy and Jonathan officially getting together and people have found interviews in which she slips up about it. People can't get enough of his gushing about you and Eomer, the close ups of him are helping a lot.”

Eddie grips the hair at the back of Steve's hair as he pulls his head back, an obscene plopping sound followed quickly by a high pitched whine echo, as his dick leaves Steve's mouth. “Shhh I know sweetheart, I've got you. I just need to sit down.” Steve had just gotten home after being away for a week doing press events. Being five weeks postpartum he still wasn't feeling completely like himself, his stanumia was shit and his packers all chaffed in an awful way. But he desperately wanted to reward his beautiful boy. He shuffles backwards and sits down on a worn old leather wingback0 chair. He looks down at Steve, who hasn't moved from his previous spot, waiting patiently for his order. Eddie groans, pressing the packer against his dick. He sees the growing dark spot in Steve's panties, knowing his baby is close. He expertly removes the packer from the harness. He smirks hearing Steve's whine, knowing how much his husband loves the sight of his dick framed by the black and red leather harness. “Come here sweetheart, you deserve an extra special treat. Being such a good boy for me.” He widens his legs as Steve surges forward and hungrily attaches his mouth to his dick, making him buck up moaning loudly. “Fuck baby, just look at you, absolutely cock drunk. Jesus I missed your mouth” He notices Steve's bucking hips, presses his foot against his bulge, and grinds his heel against his tip. Steve's whines and moans vibrait delightfully against his dick. Eddie feels his orgasm building and chases his own pleasure, gripping Steve's hair and thrusts against his face. He lets out a long moan as he comes, his eyes rolling back at the force, he feels a rush of cum gushing against the inside of thighs and groans at the knowledge of how debauched Steve will look covered in it. He pulls Steve's head away and leans down to kiss him, tasting himself and bites on his lip. He feels a sudden burst of warmth against his heel and grins into the kiss swallowing Steve's moan.

[frodo-with-glasses]

Discord Highlights: The Fellowship of the Dudes

[4/28/23]

InvisibleWashboard:

I have a head canon that one of Merry's sons in particular had to be taught to swim early because the kid was OBSESSED with any and all things to do with water. Estella was afraid to ever let him out of her sight for fear he would end up drowned before he could even walk.

meg is me:

Imagine merry desires his kids to be Equestrians and good old Stybba bears many a baby Brandybuck rider To Merry's dismay bby Eomer HATES ponies

InvisibleWashboard:

Eomer is the son that loves the water in my head.

[4/29/23]

Writing Valkyrie:

I was thinking last night, and I'd like to think that surfing was big in Numenor. Elros and his Queen made it a family tradition, and the whole populace really took to it. It died off a bit with the King's Men, deeming it not worth their time, something only the Faithful indulged in. Now adays, it only survives in Dol Amroth. And can be found in Alqualondë It took Thorongil some time to learn it, but once he did, Prince Imrahil never beat him again.

On the first diplomatic trip the High King makes to Dol Amroth, Imrahil demands a rematch. "Lets get barreled, dude!" -Imrahil (probably) "Yeah, dude, lets go shred some waves!" Aragorn (also probably) "Don't forget to reapply your sun balm." -Arwen (definitely)

Rumor has it, that the King is set to take the title of "Surf Champion" from the previous master, Thorongil.

InvisibleWashboard:

Someone who can draw please draw Aragorn as a surfer dude, I am begging.

Writing Valkyrie:

Shaka sign and everything.

InvisibleWashboard:

Does Arwen participate/get good at it? I feel like Legolas would be decent when he comes to visit.

Writing Valkyrie:

She'd be very graceful at it, and soon comes to surpass her husband.

InvisibleWashboard:

Mmmm. Yes. Very good.

Writing Valkyrie:

Legolas would just do handstands on the board. Or shoot targets while shredding the waves.

InvisibleWashboard:

I like the idea of him showing off with handstands. I know canonically he doesn’t have siblings but he has SUCH youngest sibling energy and handstands on the board is very much a youngest brother thing, I think.

Writing Valkyrie:

He can even do 'em one handed "Look ada!" The Good Surfer gene runs in the Olwë/Elwë bloodline.

Gimli would just like to enjoy the sunshine, thank you very much.

InvisibleWashboard:

Who else gives it a go? Faramir? Eowyn? Would Boromir from the Boromir Lives comic have tried?

I’m obsessed with this idea now.

Writing Valkyrie:

Boromir would give it a try, but he'd surf like the old timers that just kinda stand and just ride it out.

Eowyn and Faramir would boogey-board.

Lothiriel is a pro at surfing. Eomer would like nothing with that thank you very much, but he will just get in the water and float a bit.

Imrahil kinda hopes that [Lothiriel would] surpass Aragorn, but she just enjoys it for the fun of it and not competition. Though if she did compete, everyone better watch out.

Elrond and Celebrian get into it a bit after Elrond sails, due to 1) Elros did it, 2) Arwen and Aragorn did it, and 3) Elladan and Elrohir enjoy it.

Though they steer clear of Galadriel, 'cause she absolutely shreds them waves.

Celeborn just like his floaties, thanks.

InvisibleWashboard:

Celeborn is such a trophy husband. I love him.

Writing Valkyrie:

Finrod thinks it's neat, and is the best at getting barreled.

But yes, surfing picks up again in the fourth age, and becomes a tradition of the royal families, that unites them all.

Me:

I haven’t read the Silmarillion, but based on Tarva’s comics, Finrod gives me such strong surfer dude vibes.

Writing Valkyrie:

I haven't read it yet, either, but maybe we're onto something. 😂 I mean, they did grow up on the beach. You can't tell me Earwen and Grandpa Olwe didn't teach the kids about the beach and the ocean.

Gandalf would do it sometimes, but he'd just stand on the board as if on dry land, staff and everything, riding it like it was a segway.

InvisibleWashboard:

Not to bring up stuff from yesterday, but Merry brings his family to visit and water obsessed Éomer is losing his mind over the surfing and wants to figure out a way to do something similar back in the Shire.

meg is me:

pippin is canonically good at balancing just throwing that out there

Writing Valkyrie:

He'd be good at it, but he'd ride goofy-footed.

ladyofgifts:

what if he's better at it than Merry so whenever they visit, Eomer sticks to him for the whole time going this is my Favorite Uncle

InvisibleWashboard:

Yes. So much yes.

meg is me:

Merry: gasp how rude eomer: dad you aren't my uncle Merry: i know but still

Me: (re: surfing in the Shire)

Hmm…okay, no way they’re gonna have wind strong enough to make waves on the Brandywine, but if they can get a dinghy going fast enough on a brisk day, they might be able to water ski! X-D

InvisibleWashboard:

Estella would hate that. So much. Merry would think it's great though.

Me:

If you’re ever lacking wind, you can always compensate by tying the prow to two ponies, one on either bank, on a narrow stretch of the river 🤣🤣

InvisibleWashboard:

What I'm picturing now is a bit closer to what I grew up doing with my brothers... if it got really muddy, we would tie a skimboard to the back of a four wheeler and ride/pull each other around on that. I could see little hobbits trying something similar with their ponies.

Me:

Oh the mess it would make. But how fun!

InvisibleWashboard:

Oh yes, so much dirt in places dirt is not supposed to be!

Me:

All I’m hearing is that Eomer Brandybuck is the first hobbit to move to Dol Amroth. Ostensibly it’s to be an ambassador on behalf of the Shire, but in actuality, it’s for the waves, bro.

InvisibleWashboard:

I'M OBSESSED.

Me:

Tolkien: Hobbits, as a rule, hate the water. Us: So this is our OC Eomer Brandybuck, he’s a hobbit surfer bro

chaosandwhatnot:

"this sign can't stop me because i can't read"

InvisibleWashboard:

No, you don't understand... Eomer wasn't even one of Merry's OC kids I was that interested in, but NOW...

Wait does he move out there by himself or does he have a family he brings with him? Does he form a small hobbit community outside of the Shire by doing this or does he just stay single forever because his heart only belongs to the sea?

Me:

“His heart only belongs to the Sea” sounds so beautiful and poetic and Tolkien-esque until we add the clarification “by that we mean he just really, really loves to surf”

Writing Valkyrie:

I'd love to say that he has a small family when he moves down there, along with some other like-minded hobbits, but I'd think that he'd also teach others, hobbit and non-hobbit, to surf, regardless if he's alone or not.

Kasey Gondor:

forms a community of inter-racial surfing enthusiasts. after Legolas leaves Ithilien some of the elves that were there join up. we'll get some dwarves down there too. everyone just intermingles. here we are not hobbits or men or elves or dwarves. but dudes. surfing dudes.

meg is me:

The Fellowship of the Dudes The other fellowship was male of course but not all of them were Dudes

Writing Valkyrie:

Come to Gondor, we have surfing. 🤣 And thus, peace was established with Harad, Khand, and Rhun.

Morgoth cannot surf. Evil does not like water -> They will not come to the ocean -> Cannot surf.

meg is me:

Truer words have never been spoken

[4/30/23]

Me:

InvisibleWashboard I believe you requested this yesterday X-D

InvisibleWashboard:

This is perfection. Thank you.

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