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alrightythenbabe · 17 days ago

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To have you in my arms, you are safe.

Pairing: Haleth x fem!reader

Fandom: Lord of the Rings, War of the Rohirrim

Words: idk I’m sorry, this was written in my notes app like a heathen

Warnings: smut right off the bat, unprotected p in v (use protection please), oral f&m receive, violence (battle), fluff, so many pet names bc I’m a romantic at heart, Haleth being in love with his wife aka you, use of y/n, 2nd person pov. If there’s anything else lmk

Summary: A gentle morning between lovers, turned a nighttime for warriors. A lot can happen in a day.

A/N: hello everyone, I noticed there was no fic written from this movie, at least not posted on here so I decided to write my own. I have taken creative liberties. I’m sorry for any mistakes, it is 1am. Please be nice, I haven’t written fic in like 9 years. I hope you enjoy 💜

“G’mornin’ my love.” his drowsy voice says, not yet fully awake. He buries his head in your neck, pressing another kiss there.

“Good morning, my darling.” you reply, rolling over to face his smiling face and resting a hand on his cheek.

“Hello there, beautiful.” He says before pressing a kiss to your lips. You giggle “hello handsome.” Continuously pressing multiple kisses to his face. He laughs as he grabs your face bringing you back to his lips, kisses quickly turning more passionate.

He rolls on top of you, your legs spreading to accommodate his broad form, both still naked from the night before, his lips leaving yours to continue a trail of kisses down your neck to your chest, alternating between your breasts, squeezing them with his hands, rough from the years of using a sword, and flicking your nipples with his tongue, dragging down to your stomach, kissing every scar on your body, loving them as part of you, before pressing a kiss between your hips.

“You’re insatiable.” You say, without protest.

“I will make no apology, I am starting my morning off right. I have a beautiful wife who I plan to make love to as often as possible.” He replies, continuing his movements.

“No complaints from me, darling, continue”

Kissing the curls between your legs, he moves down to where your body has been begging him to be.

“Mmm,” he moans “so pretty.”

You gasp feeling warm lips against your aching clit, then moving to your right thigh simultaneously dragging his tongue and pressing kisses there before kissing your clit once again, lingering longer this time and continuing to do the same to your left thigh.

“Honey,” you whine “please don’t tease”

“Who’s teasing, sweetheart? I’m just worshipping my woman” he continues his agonising torture.

“I need you, baby please” writhing your body.

“I know, my love, I can see, you’re dripping” he runs his tongue from your entrance, tasting your arousal, to your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He moans.

“The sweetest honey anyone’s ever tasted”

Is all the warning you get before he puts you out of your misery. Mouth attaching to your clit and sucking. You moan in surprise, your back arching off the bed.

The room filling with the sounds of him slurping and sucking at your pussy. His arms wrapped around your thighs keeping you spread open for him, his right arm leaving to wet his fingers with his spit, slowly easing one in and continuing his movements. Your hands fly to his head, one hand wrapped around his long hair pulling at it, your other finding one of the shaved sides, pulling him closer, he groans, loving when you do that.

“Oh my-Haleth! Yes! Please!!” Unable to finish a complete sentence, so overwhelmed with pleasure. You feel him add a second finger, eyes rolling back, your body mindlessly chasing pleasure grinds at his face, your man moaning, grinding at the bed trying to relieve the ache in his hard cock.

“Yesyesyea-ahhhh” you squeal as the coil snaps, pleasure washing over you as your body shakes.

You pull him off you, the pleasure becoming too much, your body twitches as he cheekily kisses your clit once more.

Using the hand still in his hair, you pull him up towards you in a messy make out.

Rolling him over, you kiss down his body tasting every inch, placing kisses on the scars littering his own body from battles past, proof your man survived and he’s here with you.

Running your hands down his form, solid and strong beneath you, you reach your prize. His painfully hard already leaking cock, lowering yourself down you tease him with your breath, he gasps as he feels you press the first kiss at the base, gently running your tongue from base to tip, flicking at the end. A sharp inhale whistles through his teeth, a hand flying to your head, wrapping around your own hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to feel you.

You look up at him through your eyelashes to see him already looking at you through his hooded eyes. Kissing his balls, running your tongue along them to his left thigh nipping at the muscle there and repeating the same to the other. Mimicking the same agonising torture he put you through.

“Sweetheart please,” he pants “you’re teasing”

“Who’s teasing, my love? I’m just worshipping my man.” you say with false innocence, using his previous words against him. He smiles knowing he walked right into that one.

Resting your arms over the tops of his thighs, grasping the base of his cock with your hand, fingers barely meeting each other around the girth. You wet him with your tongue, putting the head of his cock in your mouth and suck. He groans, head falling back meeting his pillow, hand squeezing your hair a bit tighter.

“Just like that baby, you always know what I like.” He says in awe.

You hum around him, swallowing him a bit further keeping your pace, stroking his cock with your dominant hand, your other coming up to squeeze and massage his balls. His moans music to your ears.

Pulling away just enough to dribble spit onto his tip, watching it run down his length, continuing to stroke his cock, you swallow him down again moving faster, needing to pleasure him more than you need to breathe.

“Ah-stop I need to be inside you darling please.” He says desperate and breathless, pulling you off him, you whine missing the taste and weight of him on your tongue.

“And you say I’m insatiable, greedy girl.” He smiles “come here.” He whispers.

Pulling you up towards his face as you straddle him, lips meeting in a messy kiss. His tongue immediately meeting yours with a moan, his hand pulling you as close to him as possible. Using the hand still around his cock, you run the tip through your folds, eager to finally have him inside you.

Slowly easing yourself down with a soft gasp, once fully seated you moan into each other’s mouths, bracing your hands on his chest you begin a slow ride. He runs his hands along your body up to your breasts, squeezing them then running them back down over your waist to rest on your hips, guiding them back and forth, up and down.

“You’re so sexy, my beautiful woman, all mine.” In absolute awe of you, a view he never tires of. His hands moving around to your ass, squeezing, his hips thrusting up to meet yours.

He sits up, arms wrapping around you as yours go around his shoulders holding each other close, kissing and breathing in each others moans. Dragging his lips from your mouth to the side of your neck, he can’t get enough.

Holding you to him he spins so you’re pinned to the bed, gasping as his pace doesn’t falter, he brings your legs up over his shoulders, knowing what you need, he licks his thumb and brings it to your clit rubbing the way you like.

Knowing you’re both close, his thrusts getting more desperate, your moans coming together in a lustful duet. Pulling him to you, your nails scratching down his strong back, your body arching as you let out a scream as you come.

“That’s it baby.” he moans still thrusting as looks at you “so beautiful.”

His last few thrusts losing their rhythm as he comes with a shout. He collapses on top of you, both breathing heavily as you run your hands over his head and back.

“I love you.” He says, placing a kiss to your breast and resting his head there.

“I love you, angel.” You reply, kissing his head.

After bathing together, you both spend the day riding with Háma and your ladies maid, now back in the palace and both getting dressed you hear a knock on your chamber door.

“Enter.” Haleth calls and a young guard you know as Finn enters.

“My Lord, My Lady,” Finn nods “the king has called for an urgent meeting in the hall”

“Did he mention the matter?” Haleth asks.

“Only that it was a matter of importance, Lord Haleth.” He replies, apologetic he doesn’t have more information.

“Very well, thank you Finn. We’ll be there shortly.” Finn bows and leaves the room.

“Fréaláf!” You call, arms wide to welcome him into an embrace, one he gladly accepts with a smile.

“Y/N.” He says lovingly, kissing your cheek. “I trust my cousin is treating you well.”

“Of course, always.” You reply, as Haleth comes and wraps an arm around you.

“That shouldn’t even be questioned, cousin, I am wounded.”

“Well you are a brute, and she is my favourite cousin in-law. But I do trust she’s still the one who runs things.”

“You know it, I do as she says, but tell no one.”

“Your secret is safe with me, cousin.” Fréaláf laughs and the cousins pull each other into a hug as Héra approaches.

“Sister.” She says, giving you a warm embrace you gladly return.

“What is this meeting about? What has happened?” Haleth asks.

Fréaláf sighs “while we were out this morning, we were attacked, and Héra was kidnapped.“

“What?!” You and Haleth both exclaim “were you hurt?” Haleth asks checking her over, noticing the scratch on her cheek.

“I am fine brother, truly” she reassures.

“We were able to get her back, but it was my fault she was taken in the first place.” Fréaláf says.

“It was not your fault, this is not on you.” She says sternly but kindly, putting a hand on his back.

“How can you think that, Fréaláf?” You ask.

“She distracted the Mûmakil, pulled its attention from me and onto her, it chased her into the forest, that’s where they got to her.” Fréaláf says sadly.

“Who got to her?” Haleth says concerned.

“Wulf.”

“He has returned?”

Fréaláf nods “and he’s got an army.”

“The wisest move is to fall back to our strongholds,” Fréaláf says “light the beacons call for aid from Gondor.”

“the wisest move?” Helm replies “you would have me abandon Edoras?”

“Until we are at full strength, yes. This is no rabble of wild men, these men are well trained and well armed.”

Lord Thorne steps forward.

“I pledge 300 Riders to protect the Eastern flank the men of the wall stand ready to fight”

“I accept your pledge. Lord Thorne shall have command of the East I will lead the Vanguard North and meet Wulf on the plains.” Helm commands.

When the meeting is adjourned and most of the men have left, Héra comes up to you and Haleth, face a mixture of sadness, concern and guilt.

“He means to punish in the cruelest way,” she begins “he said he will kill you Y/N and make Haleth watch, then kill Haleth and Háma to torture father, then he would kill father, before he takes the throne.” Héra says, tears in her voice.

“That’s not going to happen, darling, I was swinging a sword before he was born.” You reassure her.

“He won’t fight fair, my love. He’s a coward, he will do it from a safe distance or when we can’t defend ourselves, he knows he’s not the stronger fighter, so he won’t do it hand to hand.”

“Well we keep eyes on each other at all times, watch the high ground, look out for archers especially when we are not surrounded by our own men.” You say.

Haleth sighs.

“What?” You ask.

“I-I do not want you to fight tonight.”

“And what makes you think you have a say in the matter?” You say looking up at him with your arms folded.

“As your husband I want you safe, a threat has been made on your life and I take that very seriously. You will stay back with Héra in the palace. That is final.”

“Is it?” You turn around and storm out of the hall, back to the palace.

Haleth sighs looking down at his feet before turning around and being met with the wide eyes of Fréaláf, Héra and now Háma.

“Oooh brother you’re in trouble.” Háma laughs, Héra and Fréaláf joining in.

“I know, I know.” Haleth says, “I messed up, get out of here you lot.” The three of them still laughing leave Haleth to think about how he’s going to make it up to his wife. He thinks he’ll give you a moment though.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Turning around you see Haleth leaning against the stable door, already donned in his armour, looking handsome as ever.

“Putting my armour on”.

“I can see that, why?”

“There is to be a battle tonight, did you not know?” You reply with a smirk continuing to lace your arm guard.

Haleth can’t help but smile, walking over to you. “Oh is there? First I’ve heard of it, and as a prince of this kingdom that is rather concerning” he jests back, as you smile in return.

He places his hand over yours, stopping your movements and face turning serious.

“My love?” He says, voice softer now, he sighs and gently shakes his head “I’m sorry for what I said, my choice of words was wrong, I just want you safe and I went full ‘what I say goes’ and I’m sorry. It’s just, this one is different, it feels worse. Wulf threatened you by name, a direct threat on your life. I don’t want you on that battlefield, you will be a main target.”

“Haleth, I was a warrior before we met, you may have been able to give me this order 7 years ago that I would have possibly followed with protest, but we went and fell in love, got married, now I give the orders” a slight smile breaks through his otherwise serious expression. “Now? I love Háma and Héra as my own siblings. Helm as my father. And Fréaláf, is more a brother to me than cousin in-law. And you?” You move your hands to his cheeks, pulling him closer “I love you with everything in me I have not the words to describe it, I would do anything to spend one more moment with you. I will fight for our family, this kingdom and its people. Please do not ask me to stay back and be safe in a palace while the people I love put their lives on the line, when their lives were threatened too.”

“I know I just-I want you to be safe, I need you to be safe, I will not survive this world if you are not in it” he closes his eyes as his forehead gently meets yours, arms coming around your waist pulling you close.

“And I will not survive this world if you are not in it.” You reply.

“If anything-“

“Nothing will happen to me, you won’t allow it, nor will I allow anything to happen to you”

He sighs “you’re a difficult, stubborn woman, you know that?” opening his eyes to look at you with a smirk.

“I do.” you smile, eyes meeting his “you love that about me.”

“I do” he sighs again. “You stay by me, I mean it. Stay within my line of sight at all times”

“I can do that”

He nods bringing his head down to kiss you “I love you”

“I love you too” going on the tips of your toes, you kiss him again.

Both pulling away, he grabs your left hand, placing a kiss on the back of it then pulling it down in front of him to continue tying the laces of your leather arm guards.

Coming out holding Haleth’s hand you see the people who mean the most to you, people you would gladly die for if it meant they’d be safe.

Héra hugs her brothers and cousin, wishing them good luck in this fight, Háma gives her his lyre for safe keeping.

“Maybe one day, someone will sing ballads of me.” He says.

“They will, little brother, I am sure of it.” You say. ‘The warrior poet’ they’ll call you, I can see it now. Just you wait.”

He smiles “that sounds nice, sister.”

“We get through tonight, it’ll be a big hit. Be told for centuries to come.”

You walk to Héra, giving her a hug “hold the fort, you stay safe.” You tell her.

“I will, you stay safe as well.”

“Always.”

Moving towards where you see Haleth on top of the Mûmakil trying to take it down, your sword swinging at anyone in your path, having used all of your arrows.

You smile as you see the giant beast fall, Haleth successfully bringing it down. You continue towards him, looking at your surroundings. Your heart stops seeing Wulf’s eyes on your husband and a bow in his hand, your feet are moving before you can think, sprinting towards where your husband stands.

You see Wulf line his arrow towards your love. Picking up speed, if that was even possible, you bring out your shield as you run up the dead body of the mûmakil Haleth stands upon, an arrow is released as you jump with the shield in front of you and the man you are so determined to keep alive. You feel the hit of the arrow as it imbeds itself in your shield. You fall from mid air hitting the mûmakil and rolling down the side, hitting the ground roughly but you quickly get back up, adrenaline still running through your veins, ripping the arrow out of the shield and putting it in your bow, you release it towards Wulf, hitting his left shoulder, hearing him yell and grunt in pain.

You turn around to check on Haleth, seeing him already jumping down and coming towards you, a grabs you and checks you over for injury.

“I am unharmed, I am alright.” You reassure him, he sighs in relief, turning his head towards where Wulf stands and moving you behind him.

Héra, Háma, Fréaláf and Helm all approach, weapons drawn prepared for anything.

“Give me Helm! I will let you all live! I just want him!” Wulf calls out holding his injured shoulder.

“How generous, but no. Enough of this Wulf!” you yell back

“He killed my father, he must pay!”

“In a fair fight, you saw it, Wulf please!” Héra calls.

“I gave you an offer, that is the last you will ever receive.” He says, turns around and walks away. The battle is not over, but it is for tonight.

“He will go and lick his wounds, then he will be back.” You say.

“I have evacuated the city, everyone is headed for The Hornburg.” Héra replies.

“Then The Hornburg we shall go.”

“He will follow us.” Fréaláf adds

“Let him.” Helm returns, “we will be ready, we will have the advantage and he will have to make it through the winter.” He looks to Fréaláf “with Lord Thorne’s betrayal, we will be needing an army.”

“I can get you one.” He nods

“Have them ready, we will send for you when we need you. This winter will be a long hard one, impossible to move through so you will need to leave tonight, take four men with you.”

Fréaláf nods. “Yes, uncle.”

“Send word once you are there, safe. Then get some rest.” You say.

“I will, not to worry.” He smiles, and after saying his goodbyes to you all and promises to send word, he is on his way.

After the long journey taking almost a full day, you have made it to The Hornburg, bathed and dressed and having received word from Fréaláf that he has arrived and is safe, you are in bed with Haleth, finally able to rest. You lay on his chest, he holds you close.

“I almost lost you last night.” You whisper sadly, the fact that Haleth had come so close to death, hitting you.

“But you didn’t, angel, I’m okay.”

“It was too close,” you whisper, pausing for a moment then smirking “and I’ll bet you’re glad I was there.”

He smiles “I knew that was coming.”

“I’m sorry I had to.” You giggle “I’m very partial to this neck of yours, and I prefer your heart beating, I’m just glad you’re here with me, safe.”

“As am I, love.”

Both tired from a long, hard day, sleep comes to you easy and you’ve got your man to keep you warm during the coming long winter, safe with you in your arms.

A/N: thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! 💜 dividers by @firefly-graphics

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lesbiansforboromir · 1 month ago

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Alright, I was holding off for journalistic integrity but now that I've seen the WotR film I can make posts about it without restraint.

Jesus christ the racial politics of this film are atrocious. Some character might as well just tell Wulf 'not to play the race card'. Wulf is a liberal snowflake who blames racism for all his troubles and can't pull himself up by his bootstraps and he is also brown-skinned and obsessively pursues our PORCLAIN white dainty-drawn female protagonist with both romantic and murderous intent. Oppression of dunlendings by the Rohirrim exists only in Wulf's head apparently, though it can be tasted in every spat 'dunlending' perjorative that comes from Helm or Haleth's mouth. But Hera has absolutely no racism within her of course! She refuses Wulf because she doesnt want to marry anyone and Wulf just assumes it's because his dunlending blood disgusts her, so entitled of him!

But also maybe the racism is '''justified'''? If it exists? Which it doesn't! But IF it did, don't worry because ONCE AGAIN all the dunlendings are just greedy, clutching, unwashed, skull wearing, violent barbarians with no unique culture to speak of and no reasons to be making war on Rohan except to sieze what isn't theirs (ignoring the fact that it totally was theirs until Rohan seized it from them and OH BOY are we ignorin' that) And the only dunlending we see not frothing at the mouth for violence or showing any introspective depth at all is General Targg who is the mouthpiece with which we get to hear 'the girl (Hera) is right' whereupon he is promptly killed by Wulf.

Oh but of course, what else could Helm have done? Freca was some greedy FAT man (boy does everyone love calling him fat, happy to lean into THAT aspect of canon) whose lands were too prosperous for his own good (hang on isn't keeping your lands prosperous the platonic ideal of lordship?) And he called a 'Witan' (no he didn't, he came to one of the regular councils of lords that Helm called himself) just to make a scene about how Helm was going to marry Hera to a lord of gondor which is bad because Gondor has some nebulous hold over Rohan so Hera should marry Wulf instead (literally none of that, Freca simply asked Helm to wed his daughter to Wulf, his son, a completely normal and legitimate political strategy to secure a better relationship with the King's family since Helm already mistrusted him for having dunlending blood. Freca is a lord of Rohan, he is rich, he traces his ancestry back to King Freawine, this could not be a more reasonable suggestion in canon.)

SO OBVIOUSLY Helm had to get angry and call Freca fat again (true he did do that) and THEN claim that Freca only wanted his throne (there was never any suggestion of this in the books, it was just the offer of marriage which insulted Helm) to which Freca answered "Old kings that refuse a proffered staff may fall on their knees," and Helm is like okay lets take this outside.

And now THIS change is actually so important in understanding the extreme nature of the Rohir/Helm favouritism that is the main focus of this film. In the film Helm pretty much immediately takes Freca outside, he reassures Frealaf that Freca just needs to be shown his place, this is the only way to settle the matter, if he doesn't embarass him here then Freca will try to take his crown and slay his family apparently, his hunch ig etc etc. Freca punches Helm three times in full view of the whole of Edoras including Freca's two men who came with him, then Helm punches him back and he is knocked out cold and dead by the time he hits the ground. Film!Helm does not realise he has done this and tells Freca to get up, Wulf realises his father is dead and threatens Helm with revenge, swords are draw against him which he tries to calm before Wulf attacks him. Helm incapacitates Wulf, his sons draw THEIR swords and Helm exiles Wulf for drawing his sword on his king. Messy right? Like not a good thing to do, generally brawling with your lords is a bad idea full stop, but if you fear for the lives of your children then idk maybe it's excusable? And then it's just an unfortunate series of events right? And Freca was rude and insulting to a king in his own halls, heat of the moment etc etc

I feel so comfortable in telling you that Helm murders Freca in cold blood in the books, fully intending that to be the outcome.

He does not take him outside initially, Book!Helm tells Freca that this marriage dispute isn't important and they will deal with it later. And then;

When the council was over, Helm stood up and laid his great hand on Freca’s shoulder, saying: "The king does not permit brawls in his house, but men are freer outside"; and he forced Freca to walk before him out from Edoras into the field. To Freca’s men that came up he said: "Be off ! We need no hearers. We are going to speak of a private matter alone. Go and talk to my men!" And they looked and saw that the king’s men and his friends far outnumbered them, and they drew back. "Now, Dunlending," said the king, "you have only Helm to deal with, alone and unarmed. But you have said much already, and it is my turn to speak. Freca, your folly has grown with your belly. You talk of a staff! If Helm dislikes a crooked staff that is thrust on him, he breaks it. So!" With that he smote Freca such a blow with his fist that he fell back stunned, and died soon after. Helm then proclaimed Freca’s son and near kin the king’s enemies; and they fled, for at once Helm sent many men riding to the west marches.

(Appendices, 'The House of Eorl', emphasis mine)

I think we can all agree that forcing someone out of your city, isolating them away from their fellows with threats of violence, telling them you will break them, killing them in one blow and then proclaiming their kin your enemies and forcing them to flee to escape a murderous pursuit, is pretty clearly premeditated murder. There is not much nuance here, Freca tresspassed over a line with Helm that Dunlendings are not allowed to cross and Helm killed him for it.

And listen like, the description of this whole story within the appendices is barely more than three pages. This is not an obscure missable aspect of the tale, nor is it outside of what rights they had to adapt. The choice was made, actively, ONCE AGAIN by the Warner Bros cinematic universe makers, to drastically alter book events in order to sand down any immorality within Rohan's narrative, especially where the Dunlendings are concerned. And in the end the only 'mistake' Helm is allowed to learn and grow from is some nebulous and trite 'not believing enough in his daughter' schpiel, which needs to be the subject of a whole 'nother post actually.

And what's agonising is they COULD have done it like they were so close, there are multiple moments where me and my friend watching were like struck!! With grief! Over how impactful this moment could have been if only the racism actually existed as an acknowledged theme in the story. If only it was something Hera had to come to terms with, if only IT was the true driver of these horrors to the point where it's Avatar, Hera's father, a man who loves her and whom she has loved all her life, turns into a cold icey ghost of brutality, far more vicious and barbaric than the people he so reviles, and reveals to her the terrible truth of his actions and motivations. It's agony I tell you.

Anyway I did not like the film.

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