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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 4 years ago

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Evil Does Not Sleep

Pairing: Leoglas x Reader Ft. (platonic) Aragorn & Gimli

Warnings: Mentions of blood, mentions of torture.

Summary: The Fellowship was broken. You were stolen amidst a battle and held captive by Saruman within the walls of the Second Tower of Isengard. Now, that you’ve escaped, you finally make it to Helms Deep.

Blood trailed your footsteps onto the grey stone as you walked deeper into the realm of men. You didn’t know them. All you wanted was to find someone you trusted, someone who cared.

Your ragged and ghostly state drew the attention of many and soon, the whispers grew. You didn’t know what you would find at Helms Deep. You heard Saruman speak of destroying it and that Aragorn was present which quickly became the hope that you clung on to.

You didn’t realise that your thoughts had brought your legs to the Keep of the mountain fort. You half-expected the doors to fly open, but you did not look like yourself and were questioned by the guards.

“What business do you have with the King?”

Looking at the men, you stared at the one who spoke, almost forgetting that you had a voice.

“(Y/n).” You whispered, feeling the painful scratch from your dried-up throat. “Gandalf’s apprentice.”

The men’s eyes widened and they clamoured over one another, rushing to open the door and let you pass.

Warmth from the room hit your exposed skin like a furnace, the step onto the smooth ground pricked your bare and sensitive feet. You felt more pain in your body in the King’s hold than you did running through the forest.

You saw King Theoden at the very centre of the room, drawing close with each breath. Then you started to notice more familiar figures to his side. A stout red-bearded dwarf and a man with a firm and regal posture. The dwarf was the first to notice the additional person and you saw the colour drain from his face.

“Bless my beard.” He exclaimed, prompting the man to his side to turn. Aragorn felt his blood run cold at the sight too. He knew of the evil of Saruman but never had he thought to see it being inflicted on someone he regarded like family.

Taking a step forward, Aragorn whispered your name but his voice was quickly drowned by a third voice - a much louder one.

“(Y/n).” The sound of swords clattering to the ground filled the air from behind the King.

Your attention was pulled to Legolas Greenleaf and you froze entirely. He abandoned the weapons at his feet and ran over as fast as his feet could take him. He dared not wait to place a hand over your cheek and one over your waist gently. His eyes filled with love and fear and anger.

“What have they done to you?” He asked. You wanted to speak - to explain - but seeing three people that you cared for proved to be too much. Emotional and physical pain overwhelmed your senses and you fell forward, clutching onto the elf as a quiet sob escaped your lips.

All you wanted was to close your eyes and rest in his arms, safe and away from the war. Legolas was the same. He had been parted from you for too long. He wanted to take you away from the impending battle on Men. In his thoughts, he had not realised that Eowyn had been called upon to take you to be cleaned up.

“My Lord?” She requested. Legolas squeezed gently around your shoulders before relinquishing his hold. As reluctant as he was, he knew that you needed to heel before the darkness approached their doorstep. Very carefully, he helped Eowyn take hold of the wizards apprentice and as just like that, you were taken from him again.

Eowyn helped you bathe and dress, growing worrisome when she saw the scars on your body. Bruises littered your skin while stab wounds were held together with thick staples. Eowyn did not speak of it, instead she led you to an empty room and let you sleep for an hour.

You woke with a startle.

You didn’t remember when you had been placed in a bed, nor did you remember how long you had been asleep. Slowly, you sat up and pulled the covers off. Looking around, you found some clothes laying in wait for you. Carefully, you dressed yourself and walked over to the door, pushing it open.

The sound of metal filled your nose and goosebumps trailed up your skin. You recognised the uneasy feeling - war. Helms Deep was on the brink of a battle.

Turning a corner, you walked past several soldiers who rushed by with swords, shields and spears. Fear started to creep into your muscles at the thought of another battle - you barely survived your last one.

Slam! A body smacked straight into yours as you rounded a second corner.

Stepping back, you shook your head and blinked the stars away when the other person placed their hands on your shoulders.

“You’re awake.” They said. Looking up, you found yourself staring at Aragorn. He looked exhausted and battle worn. “How are you?” He asked.

You glanced around the corridor and at the mess that had become of the Men.

“I don’t know... what’s going on?”

Aragorn took in a deep breath and seemed conflicted on whether to tell you the truth. Placing a hand over your back, he guided you outside onto the fort. The rabble outside was far worse than what you saw within the Keep walls. Old men and young boys were being shown their defence positions by soldiers, catapults were being pushed into place, women and children were being ushered off the lower levels. They were preparing for a siege.

Aragorn led you to the top of the wall where you could see beyond the stone.

“Saruman plans to attack.” He explained. “We are preparing a defence to hold them back but they will be upon us by nightfall.”

You placed your hands on the cold, rough stone and closed your eyes.

“Where do I stand?” You asked. A second pair of footsteps joined them and you felt his Elven aura radiate.

“You need to join the women and children in the mines.” Legolas said, his voice quiet and serious.

You opened your eyes and turned to the Woodland Prince and Aragorn - if they thought that you would sit on the sidelines, they were mistaken.

“I won’t.” you defied. “You need me out here while help is in short supply.”

“(Y/n), you’ve barely rested upon your return. Your wounds have not healed.” Legolas had strong arguments - valid points too - but you could not stand by idly while Saruman destroyed lives again.

“I have been at the mercy of evil for too long. Let me turn the tables. I have strength enough for this.”

Legolas frowned and looked to Aragorn for some back up but the rightful king of Gondor bowed his head in respect.

“You are the maker of your own decisions. I trust that you understand the toll this will take on you.”

“I understand. Trust me, the Uruk-hai from Isengard will not see tomorrow’s sunrise.”

Aragorn could say no more on your choice and patted your arm gently before taking his leave. You turned to the Woodland prince and saw that he had not taken his gaze away from you. “Legolas, I’m fine.”

“I heard Lady Eowyn describe your wounds to the court. (Y/n), you were barely held alive with those Orc staples.”

“I did what I had to then and I shall do so again now.” You replied, looking out at the soon-to-be battleground.

“But-”

“Evil does not sleep and nor will I.”

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 3 years ago

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Thranduil and Josie Part 26- Aftershocks and Repercussions(Fall From Grace)

*Small smut scene-self pleasure and a huge one later of a different nature :)* (forgive me of any typos, my eyes are blurry from this long ass chapter that I have tried to proof read)

The entire Laketown bar had went silent with many gasps at Thranduil's entry. They clearly knew who he was and respected and feared him at the same time. You were shocked that he had found you, but you knew better. Thranduil could find a needle in a haystack if needed, and you were that needle. His death glare at Haldir intimidated him and Haldir did not want to cause you any more trouble after all you had been through, so he began to get up saying to you "I am going to leave."

"No!" you said and grabbed his hand. "You promised."

Haldir looked at you intently and put his hand over top of yours. "As I will keep that promise, but I really should leave right now for you to speak with Thranduil."

"Yes....you should." Thranduil hissed and glared at Haldir's hand on yours. If looks could kill between the two of them, well then.... someone was about to get hurt. Haldir stood up to leave and Thranduil reached over the table, grabbing Haldir by his robe and yanking him to the ground.

You jumped up gasping "Thranduil, No! stop!"

Your words were deaf upon his ears. Haldir got up and grinned at Thranduil, then charged him, knocking him to the ground and landed on top of him. Was this really happening right now? An elf fight in a bar? This was so not Thranduil's style. He always handled things with his sword or magic. You felt like something was wrong with Thranduil, besides his jealousy issues. The two of them brawled back and forth, punch after punch, knocking tables and chairs over. Thranduil was much bigger than Haldir and was able to overpower him, forcing him against the wall with his hands around Haldir's neck and squeezing. The entire room was silent as everyone had moved far back into the corners, some even ran out the door. You began to hyperventilate as Thranduil's pupils were so large with rage and fixated on Haldir. You pulled and pulled at Thranduil screaming "Got off of him, he can't breathe!" but you could not budge him. Then suddenly Thranduil's arm swung back knocking you to the ground and cut you your hand on broken glass. He didn't even realize he did it and kept choking the life out of Haldir.

Aragorn tried to intervene but Thranduil was just too strong and angry. You had to do something and so you focused so hard on Haldir. Then it happened. Your light radiated like fire over the two of them. Anyone that was still in the bar, ran out screaming for their lives. Thranduil's hands released Haldir's neck and they both fell to the ground. You fell over onto your side and gasped in and out profusely. Haldir choked and stumbled his way up into a standing position but Thranduil laid silent and still on the floor. "NO!" you screamed and crawled to his side.

"Thranduil! Wake up....baby wake up" you shouted frantically while shaking him. You didn't mean to hurt him and you were now scared to death that you had. You still couldn't quite grasp how to use your powers in the way they needed to be used. Your head fell on his chest as you cried so hard. Thranduil's hand then came up and laid gently on your head. You gasped and stared at him. You saw his eyes flutter open and look at you. "Oh my god, oh my god.." you cried and buried your face into his neck. "Please tell me I didn't hurt you!"

Haldir rubbed his neck in pain and coughed "I am so done with this." and stormed out, slamming the door so hard it broke free from the hinges and dangled.

You helped Thranduil up into a sitting position. "My god I am so sorry, I never meant to hurt you, you have to know that Thranduil. I would never....."

He put his fingers over your mouth. "I know...." he quietly said with a soft face. "I do not hold you responsible for any of this. It is all my doing. Everything." and then took your bleeding hand into his and healed it. He looked at you with such guilt and shame. "I am the one who hurt you. I do not know what happened. I would never harm you..."

When Thranduil became like this, which was far and few between, your heart broke for him in his humble vulnerability. He truly has been through so much heartache that you felt guilty for being angry with his actions, and found it so hard to blame him for them. What a bind you had gotten yourself into. Haldir's note flashed in your mind. (You can love us both but you cannot have us both).... What in the hell were you going to do. You did love them both, but in such different ways, and they both loved you fiercely. You helped Thranduil to his feet. "Please understand....I have to go find Haldir and make sure he is alright. Thranduil, what were you thinking? You promised you would not hurt him again. You could have killed him." You whispered. "I believed you."

Legolas and Tauriel came bursting in. "We were just down the way and heard people screaming and I heard your thoughts Ada. What happened!?" Legolas said in panic.

Thranduil just kept looking at the ground. Something was not right. "Josephine. There are things of great importance I must tell you....before..."

" I will be back once I have found Haldir and know he is alright." you said to him. Legolas just stared at you. You knew he was upset with this but you were not going to rest until you found Haldir. "I'm sorry but Thranduil instigated this...and now he is alright, but I have no idea if Haldir is as the life was almost choked out of him. Legolas, you care for Haldir too so...do not be upset with me." Legolas then gave you a nod of approvement as he definitely was concerned for Haldir.

It was 5am now and you had no idea where Haldir went. You roamed through the wooden boardwalks searching through all the lively people still out and about. You ended up in what seemed to be the back of the village with barely anyone in sight and nothing but lake water for miles. You decided to turn back as you didn't like the vibe you were getting. Then you heard the crow and spun around. There was Malsha, staring you down.

You tried to scream but she raised her hand and you flew through the air landing flat on your back. She laughed intensively, then walked slowly to you as you laid gasping for the breath that was knocked out of you.

"Silly, silly little girl. Did you honestly think you defeated me with your disgusting light? You shouldn't play with fire as you will get burned 3 fold. There's no one here to save you now. It is just you and I." Her laughter was ominous. "Tell me, how is Yandere Thranduil doing?" she teased as she walked towards you. You kept scooting backwards with every step she took, until your hand went off the edge of the dock and you almost fell in. "Tisk tisk...nowhere to go now." she said as she squatted down and glared at you.

"Wh...what did you do to him!" you stammered in fear.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" she belted out. "I think the correct term is more like, what did he do to me? You see, just hours ago, I had your succulent husband inside my wet pussy, did he tell you that as he came here to save you? Silly Thranduil as well, making deals with the devil to save YOUR soul."

"Liar! He would never touch you. Not in a million years, for any reason!" you shouted and shook tremendously.

"Deary, deary. How oblivious you are to his needs and desires. You see...I caught up with them in the forest on their way here. They all believed I was injured and would not be a threat, but....that is what I wanted them to believe. I easily put his little boy and that annoying elf girl of his to sleep with one little twirl of my finger. Literally, I spun them right off of their horses. Thranduil tried to fight me but with no prevail as I have been recharged, healed per say, and I am stronger than ever. Even he could not fight me. You see, I have a little of his magic inside me since I used to fuck him in the past. Oh how I had missed that, he sure has a big cock does he not? Mmmmm." she licked her lips and giggled. But I also have my father's blood in me, making me all the more "exciting." she reeled. Light and dark magic combined. I...am...unstoppable. He cannot fight his own magic used against him. It is all too easy to get what I want. Funny part is, I didn't even have to use magic on him. He willingly did as I asked, all for little ol you." She went from a squat and onto her knees, leaning forward and peering into your eyes. "His rock solid dick raged in and out me. The only magic I used against him was to keep him from cumming until I wanted him to. You should have seen it." She cackled. "His face was so red in desire to release. What can I say, I'm such a tease." she laughed in pure pleasure.

You felt so sick. You could tell she was telling the truth. No wonder Thranduil was in such a rage when he found you.

"Oh...and I guess I left out one little part." she began to rub her stomach. "I am going to give him the one thing you cannot. It grows inside of me now. A child of dark and light, just as I am. I know you have seen it in your dreams. That though, was years ago. After he shunned me away, I found out I was carrying his child. He knew, but of course he left that part out to you didn't he? JUST like he always does." she chuckled. "The great and honorable Thranduil, doing what he does best. LIE. I miscarried at almost full term from all the stress and it had forever changed me. That is when I embraced my dark side. Now....I have gotten what I want. The one thing that was stolen from me all those years ago. This child will rule middle earth and sit at my side in my father's place."

Your dreams all made sense now. Her being pregnant and bleeding in the dream you had on the boat and of Thranduil fucking her and then the other dream you had of you laying in the forest in pain bleeding while Tauriel said "she is with child".....It was Malsha in the reflection of you. You began to throw up. Beer poured out of you as you gasped for breath.

Malsha laughed and rubbed her stomach, singing a familiar tune in an eerily beautiful voice.

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You sat there on the edge of the dock unable to move. You knew she was going to kill you regardless of her sexual deal with Thranduil. She had tricked him, like witches do best, to get what she wanted and had no more use for you. God you still cannot believe he did it.....

"Malsha!" Thranduil's deep voice seered from the darkness behind her. She jumped up and spun around. There stood Thranduil, Legolas, Tauriel, Aragorn and Arwen in a line side by side. "Josephine. Get up and come to me."

She raised her hand towards him and looked back at you. "Don't you move bitch or Thrandy here is going to experience a pain like no other." Aragorn charged at her but that didn't end well as she picked him straight up and threw him into the water. Then whipped her hand back at Thranduil "Pain" she said and he dropped to his knees unable to make a sound but his face said everything. Then she pointed at Legolas and Tauriel. "Painnnnn." and they also dropped to the ground.

'STOPPPP!!!" you screamed! "Stop hurting them!!!!"

She pointed at Arwen. "PAIN." but nothing happened and Arwen became angered. The wind began to blow as she chanted elvish in a very ominous voice, as she stared Malsha down.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Malsha screamed at her and turned, diving into the water taking you right along with her. SPLOOOOSH!

Down you went under the dark water, kicking and squirming to get back to the top and away from her. You slammed backwards into a dock pillar, hitting your head and stunning you. You floated beneath the water in a daze and then saw her swimming towards you.

The next thing you knew, you were being dragged out of the water by Haldir. He pulled you onto the dock as you coughed and choked. He put his hands on each side of your head staring desperately into your confused eyes. "Jo! Look at me. You're ok, you're ok" he whispered into your ear as he pulled you against him. You looked over and saw Thranduil, Legolas and Tauriel running to you. You kept your head on Haldir's chest, still lightly gasping, and just leered up at Thranduil with one eye. He knew that you knew what he had done from the way you looked at him.

Aragorn got out of the water. "She is gone, for now. I swam after her but I lost her. Arwen was able to send her away but she will be back. We should not stay here putting all these people in danger. We are safest in Rivendell. The sun is coming up and she will stay hidden from it, so we need to leave immediately."

You began to stand up. Haldir got up quickly and helped you. You touched his neck that was still red. "Are you ok? I came to look for you and that's when Malsha appeared."

"Yes, I will be fine." he said and glared at Thranduil who returned his look. "I heard people talking about a witch at the docks, that is when I knew she was here and came to find you. I got here just as she knocked you into the water. Thank god I did..." he said with worried eyes.

You wiped your face dry and pushed your hair back from your face, then walked slowly to Thranduil, who was having a very hard time looking at you. You stood there with your arms hanging at your side, staring up at him with a blank face. His eyes slowly moved to yours in shame. "Tell me...." you quietly said. "Tell me she is lying." Your voice choked up in a cry as you continued. "Tell me you did not sleep with her...." His face and tearful eyes answered you loud and clear.

You gasped and covered your mouth crying. "Josephine...please. I did not want to.."

"Then you shouldn't have!" you cried harder. "How? how could you?" you squeaked. "From the way she proudly described it, it sure seems like you wanted to." Thranduil tried to speak but you wouldn't let him. "And do not even tell me you did it for me because that just makes me sick. You knew she would not keep her word and leave me alone if you screwed her. You had to of known that. And....god...you got her pregnant all those years ago? Just another secret you kept from me. Just yesterday your true history with her was revealed that you hid from me and you STILL failed to tell me all of it....and now..." you laughed.. "Now she claims to believe she is pregnant again just hours after had your dick was inside her, oh and congratulations, it's a bouncing baby boy by the way, so she also seems to know already. Looks like Legolas gets a little baby brother." you put your hands over your face and shook your head, crying. Thranduil reached out and laid his hand on your arm. "Don't....don't you ever touch me again. I used to know you so well. Now I cannot even look at you."

Everyone just stood there in silence. "Josephine, this is what she wants, please, ...it is not what I want. I only want you, that is all I have ever wanted. I tried to tell you back in the bar. Please, let me fix this, tell me what I can do." Thranduil pleaded softly.

You looked down at your hand and let out a cry, then removed your rings. You took his hand and placed them into his. "You have done enough." and you ran off crying. Thranduil just stood there with his hand open staring at your rings. Haldir shook his head at him and ran after you.

Aragorn spoke " Thranduil, we must go. Are you going to follow us back to Rivendell? It is better if we all stay together."

Thranduil was silent for a moment still looking at the rings, then his eyes slowly came up. "No. We shall go back to Mirkwood. Josephine has made her wishes clear. She does not want me in her presence."

Aragorn lightly patted his shoulder. "As you wish.... I am sorry Thranduil." and he and Arwen left.

"Jo! Please stop." Haldir shouted as he ran up behind you. You immediately spun around and jumped into his arms, crying so hard. "Shhh, it's alright, I've got you, I've got you." he gently said and held you against him with his hand on the back of your head. Aragorn and Arwen came up.

"Haldir, we are leaving now. Please, come with us my friend." Aragorn said.

He didn't know what to say and you looked up at him. "Please come. You're in danger too, there is something I need to tell you about which I will on the boat. But...just please come with me. I need you." you cried. He rubbed your cheek with his entire hand and nodded with a tiny smile. Aragorn and Arwen went and gathered all the belongings they and you had. You all got in the boat. Aragorn and Arwen sat in the back as he paddled. You and Haldir sat together in the front and he held you. Out the gates you went and onto a full day's journey back to Rivendell.

You laid in Haldir's arms in silence for a good mile, your mind racing and jumbled with thoughts. How was this happening? Your entire world was turned upside down in a matter of minutes. You wiped a tear away and Haldir looked down at you. "Hey there. You doing alright? You have been so quiet. I am worried about you."

You sat up, smiled and nodded. "I'll be ok. I've been through shit storms my entire life, this is just another one."

He stroked your hair. "I am here if you want to talk about anything. Always."

You absolutely loved the beautiful friendship and bond you had with him. "I seriously do not know what I would do without you Haldir. You're my rock, my best friend."

He smiled and held your hand. "Right back at ya."

You noticed some bruising on his cheek. You gently touched it. "Does it hurt?" you sadly asked.

He smiled. "Nah, I am tough." he chuckled.

"Haldir....back at the bar when I was telling you all of what happened at Rivendell after you left, I left something out, only because I was so scared to tell you. I would never keep anything from you, please don't be mad..."

"Hey, hey...Do not ever be frightened to tell me something, you can tell me anything. I am not going to be angry with you." He was always so gentle with you.

"The dream I told you I had in Rivendell, about Malsha. You....you were in it. I am so sorry I left that out. It was so terrifying. My dreams tend to come true as you know and....she ...hurt you. She stabbed you in the heart with her nails and you just.....fell and didn't move. there was so much blood..." you began to cry. "You died once before, Haldir, I just... oh my god...she did it just to hurt me."

"Come here, come here." he wrapped his arms around you and held your head against his neck. "Do not apologize, I understand why you could not bring yourself to tell me." You sat up quickly. "Jo? What is it?"

"I...I don't feel so good." you flung your head over the edge of the boat and threw up.

"Hey, Josie...it's alright. Easy..." he said rubbing your back, and holding your hair up. You instantly remembered the time you got sick after you saw Haldir die, and Thranduil came to you, holding your hair back and being tender just like this. You started to cry. You sprung up throwing your hands over your face.

"I don't want to cry anymore!!! how could he do this to me!??" All Haldir could do was hold you as his heart broke for your pain. He made the decision to try and calm you with his emotional magic which he was leery of doing as he never wanted to manipulate you in any way, but he felt this was an exception. It must have worked because you just laid against him with a sigh, and then fell asleep shortly afterwards. He covered you with a blanket as the wind was a bit chilly for you.

You literally slept for the entire day as you were emotionally and physically exhausted. It was now evening when you awoke laying down on the boat's floor. Haldir was not beside you and you panicked calling for him.

"It's ok Jo, I am right here." you looked back and saw him now paddling the boat to give Aragorn a break. You closed your eyes and sighed in relief. When you looked around, you saw you were pulling up to Rivendell.

"Jesus, how long was I out?" you asked in shock.

Aragorn chuckled. "Oh about 10 hours."

Haldir docked the boat, and came to help you out. You all made your way inside. Elrond was waiting and hugged his daughter in relief.

"Please, come sit on the patio and eat, you must all be famished." Elrond said.

Haldir looked at you. "Do you think you can eat? You really should try to, the food is healing. Of course you knew that." he chuckled.

You smiled. "Ok, yes I will try. The evening air feels so good anyways....and by the way, I now what you did mr. sneaky pants."

"Uh oh. Busted." Haldir grinned. "I am sorry Jo, I only did it to help you, I cannot stand seeing you hurting like this."

"Hey...I know. I am not upset. Thank you. Really. For everything that you do and have done for me. I appreciate you more than you know. I'd seriously be lost without you right now."

Haldir was so moved by your words. "Food, food is good. Come on." he smiled.

You all sat and ate, even drank some wine. It was such a beautiful evening. The breeze was soft and cool and the lighting on the patio lit the mood along with Elrond's pretty elvish music lightly playing by a young she elf in the distance with a flute. You began to feel energized again and even a bit normal. You craved normal. But that was never going to happen with Malsha still at large.

"Haldir? Do you mind if I go take a bath. I feel better now but not so much with my appearance. I'll come right back after."

"My dear....you are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. Do you not remember? When we first met, when going after Malsin?" You looked at him confused. He closed his eyes and suddenly a memory of his entered your mind.

He could tell you were seeing it. "Now do you remember? I had said I am pleased to meet you my lady. Did you not ever notice the way I looked at you? Do you remember the entire journey we all walked right after that, to the dark caves...how quiet I was? I was trying to contain my thoughts and emotions, as I had never seen such a beautiful being as you. And of course the night of your wedding reception, I stupidly and drunkenly blurted out my feelings of what I saw in you that very first day I laid eyes upon you. Lady of Light."

You gasped and looked at him with big eyes. "Yes....I....do now. I...just never noticed it then I guess, so much was happening."

"Understandably so. I just wanted you to see it again, with fresh eyes." Haldir said with the kindest smile. You stared in his eyes as he did yours.

"I...I need to go. I will be back soon." and you got up in a scurry and left.

"Stupid, Haldir. Stupid." he whispered to himself and shook his head.

You chose a different room from the one you and Thranduil shared, one that was completely set up in a different way and nowhere close to it. You soaked in the bath for a good 30 minutes, taking in the healing water. You felt so relaxed for once, and that damn water was making you feel aroused. You weren't thinking of anyone, you just felt a need to pleasure yourself as it had been a very very long time since you've had a release. You slid your hand down between your thighs and slightly jerked your hips as your finger came into contact with your clit. You sucked in a deep gasp and began circling it with your index and middle fingers, then slid them down your folds and thrusted them inside of you. Your hips sprung up as you let out a cry of pleasure. You slid them in and out slowly and rocked your hips as you did so. You tickled your clit with your thumb simultaneously in a vigorous manner which made you breathe fast and heavy. Your other hand massaged your breasts. Here it came, the building pressure in the pit of your stomach vibrating down into your walls. Your body jerked aggressively as you let out gasping moans. You slapped your hand over your mouth and bit your finger to try and stay quiet as you came strong and hard, feeling your walls pulsate against your fingers. Your hand fell to your side as you sighed heavily in ecstasy. You smiled and sunk under the water. You got out and dried off, then got dressed and towel dried your hair. Then you made your way back to Haldir and company wearing a pretty silky pink dress you found.

You entered the patio. Haldir and the others were all standing, talking and drinking wine. Haldir turned and saw you walking up. His mouth dropped open and he just gazed at you.

"Such beautui. Cin take nin chwest awaui." (Such beauty. You take my breath away). he said and then felt embarrassed as the others heard him.

You giggled at his embarrassment, but not in a bad way. You thought it was cute.

"I guess the wine has got me doing it again, saying my inside thoughts out loud." he laughed lightly and looked down.

"Your graciousness of me is well appreciated and.....welcomed." You whispered softly so they couldn't hear you. Haldir smiled so big at your words.

"My lady, how about a walk outside around the waterfalls that you admire so much?" Haldir asked as he reached his hand out to you.

"I would love to, but...do you think it is safe to be outside, even with the place so guarded? It was before and Malsha still found her way inside. It is getting dark, the time she likes."

"Yes, you are correct." he said and his eyes wandered around in thought. "Then How about the front steps to the doors. We can sit right there and gaze at the stars when they come out, would that suffice?" he asked so sweetly.

"Yes, that sounds nice." you said with a soft smile. You both filled your wine glasses and went outside, sitting down side by side. You laid your head on his shoulder and just stared up at the dusk filled sky.

"Are you happy right now?" Haldir asked as he also stared up at the sky.

"I am...unless you are messing with my mind." you giggled.

"Never. I want you to feel what you feel when it comes to being with me." he said then turned his face to you. Your faces were just inches apart as he gazed in your eyes. There it was. That moment again. Your lips parted with a slight gasp and Haldir slowly brought his mouth to yours, laying his lips gently over yours in a soft still kiss. He pulled back. "God I am sorry Jo. This is the last thing you need right now." he said and turned his face away from you.

You reached your hands up, taking his face into them, making him look at you. "This....is is exactly what I need right now." you whispered and pulled his mouth gently back to yours. Yours lips locked softly on his, then you opened your lips and took his mouth fully into yours. He welcomed it with such passion as his hands ran up through your hair. You blocked everything out of your mind. All your pain and every thought of Thranduil. It hurt too much to think of him, knowing your heart still belonged to his, and it angered you that you still felt that way after his betrayals. Your decision was made. You wanted to make love to Haldir. Not to get back at Thranduil, but because you genuinely cared for Haldir and desired him.

You pulled back from the deep kiss. "Do you remember when we were outside and you did my hair? And then you asked to take me into your room and make love to me?"

Haldir smiled. "Of course I do."

"I was scared then, I could not do that to Thranduil. But ...all is different now. I want that. I want you." you said staring seductively into his eyes.

Haldir was taken aback. He stood up and lowered his hand to you. You smiled at placed your hand in his and rose up. "Follow me my lady."

You went with him and you both ran quickly past the open area inside that revealed the patio where everyone was at, laughing and giggling quietly, like sneaky teenagers. He made you feel alive again. You both entered his room and you shut the door, standing against it. He turned and smiled at you, then walked over and stood in front of you. You pulled him against your body and kissed him so deeply. He lifted you up against the door and held you still as you gasped and wrapped your legs around him. "Are you sure? I will never take advantage of you, not ever." Haldir whispered against your lips. "I...I love you too much."

His words struck your heart and you pushed your lips over his into a very intense kiss. You then drew back with a smile. "Does that answer your question?"

His face was consumed with passion and he pushed his mouth back onto yours, slowly moving his hips up into you. He was rock solid and it turned you the hell on, bad. He kept you against him and carried you to his bed, then he let your legs glide down to the ground. His hands found the zipper on the back of your dress and pulled it down slowly. Then he brought his hands to your shoulders and slid the straps over them, letting the dress flow to your feet. You stood completely naked before him in every way. You trembled. "Jo...we can stop." he said in concern.

"No...I want this. Please...." you said with eyes on fire.

(What a perfect song for these two....)

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He kissed you again intensely. You helped him remove his robe, revealing his sculpted rock hard chest, abs and arms. You gasped at his beauty and ran your hand down his stomach, stopping at his belly button, circling it with your forefinger. You then moved your fingers down to his pants and pushed them down slowly over his erection, watching them fall to the floor. He grabbed you, pulling you snug against him and fell back onto the bed with you on top of him. He then turned and placed you under him. His lips parted yours and his tongue slid into your mouth. Yours responded and caressed his. "Jo..." he whispered.

"Make love to me Haldir. I want to feel you inside of me."

Your words took over him. Your legs parted and he pushed into you, soft but deep. You gasped in loudly as he moaned. He then began to slowly rock back and forth as your hands slid down his back to his firm hard ass, pulling him into you with every push he gave. Your wetness consumed his hard length, and he slipped in and out of you, tip to base in a slow pace as your hips moved up into his in the same slow pace. He breathed heavy into your neck. You brought your hands up and gripped his head as your head arched back, allowing him to kiss your neck over and over. You moaned and thrusted your hips faster at the touch of his lips. He grunted and buried his face into your hair, pushing faster and deeper. Heavy breaths and moans were forced out of his mouth. He began slamming into you. With no warning, your hips buckled and shook, as you climaxed, screaming loud and digging your nails into his back. He threw his head back and groaned in multiple bursts as he pulsated into you, over and over. You felt every throb of is girth jerk inside of you. More. You wanted more and kept thrusting your hips up. This was no problem for for him as he could cum many more times. He kept thrusting and pushing deep. Your head was spinning, it felt so fucking good. You began bringing your entrance up and down his shaft from tip to base. Haldir lost it and slammed into you, pushing and jerking quickly, groaning deep and hard into your ear, as you came with him in a loud squeal. He breathed heavy over your mouth. "I cannot stop."

"Then don't" you breathed back. He began rocking into you hard. Every slam made you cry out. He grunted with each one and then sped up, so fast you couldn't catch your breath. You burst into climax again, slamming your hips up against his, and then he just fell against you, moaning so loud. You felt every hard pulse inside of you. He scooted his cheek against yours and found your lips. "My god......what have you done to me?"

You kissed him deeply. "I could ask you the same thing."

Haldir smiled and rolled off of you, but drew you right into his arms. "I want to tell you something and I do not want you to respond. Something you already know but I need to say it in this moment."

"Ok? What is it?" you asked while stroking his cheek.

He looked right into your eyes.

"I love you.".............

**Aftershock: : an aftereffect of a distressing or traumatic event

: a minor shock following the main shock of an earthquake

** Repercussions : an unintended consequence occurring some time after an event or action, especially an unwelcome one.

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This below made me cry......lol

(Ok folks, hate on if you wish, but you knew this would eventually happen. It does not mean an end for Josie's true love, Thranduil. I am the writer ok? LOL...a perfect love story with no drama and obstacles becomes boring as hell, at least that is my opinion. Besides, I know there are some of you out there that are secretly shipping Haldir and Josie, do not deny it. haha...so there ya go, you got your smut.)

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arrantsnowdrop · 4 years ago

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Informalities - Éomer x reader

Request: “Eomer x reader fic where the reader is from our world and Eomer listens to the stories the reader says of our world and he thinks that it is a grand place and so when they are finally getting together, Eomer feels kind of insecure cuz he feels he'll never live up to the reader's "standards" and the reader says that they are insecure because he is a prince and she has nothing"

Tags: @thewhiteladyofrohan

Warnings: mention of battles and death, about 2,200 words

A/N: Hoppy Easter lads and lasses, we are back from a many month writing hiatus. Hope y’all enjoy, I’m glad to be here :)

You genuinely had no idea how you’d ended up in Middle Earth.

It was one of those fever dream situations - one moment you were falling asleep in your own bed, and the next you were waking up at the bottom of a tree, surrounded by many bearded and concerned looking men.

Of course you’d been startled and so, so confused, but it had only taken you a few moments to recognize the characters from one of your favorite stories, and then you’d fully accepted your new reality.

By the time you first encountered the fellowship, they had already lost Gandalf at Moria and passed through the realm of Lothlorien. They were traveling in their fancy elvish boats when they’d spotted you from the river. You were extremely grateful for that - who knows what would’ve happened if the Uruk-hai tracking them had found you first.

Boromir and Gimli were quite intimidated by your presence, having been brought up in traditions that designated men for warrior roles. Aragorn and Legolas were much more accepting (female elves were just as badass as any male elf or man, and both of them knew that). The hobbits had all taken an immediate liking to you, and you’d been devastated to lose them during the Uruk ambush. Of course, this only gave you a stronger drive to track them into Rohan with Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli.

It was there that you met Éomer for the first time, after his riders surrounded your small group of assumed invaders.

He was handsome, there was no denying that, and you found his decision to protect Rohan even in exile extremely brave. He’d been startled by your presence (a group including a dwarf, an elf, AND a woman must’ve been an oddity for him), and thus had talked primarily with Aragorn, but you could not shake the way his eyes locked with yours as he offered you his condolences about Merry and Pippin.

You figured you’d never see the handsome blonde again, glumly complaining to Gimli about it several times throughout Rohan.

Thus, you’d been overjoyed when he arrived at the Battle of Helm’s Deep - half because he was saving your asses from almost certain death, and half because you’d get to see his face and hear his voice again.

You followed Aragorn after the battle, searching for Gandalf in the celebrating crowd. It did not take long, with his bright white robes being quite easy to pick out.

“Gandalf!” you screamed gleefully, weaving between the people around you to get to the smiling wizard.

“It is good to see you, (Y/n),” he said as you embraced him.

“Oh, it’s even better to see you,” you said.

“I have to agree with (Y/n),” Aragorn said from behind you. You pulled back, allowing Gandalf time to greet your friend, and quickly caught sight of a familiar face.

He had been laughing with some other men when his gaze fell on you, eyes locking with yours for the second time. You smiled a bit and offered an awkward wave, face flushing as he flashed you a smile.

“Ah, (Y/n), this is Lord Éomer, current heir to the throne of Rohan,” Gandalf said, noticing the two of you staring at each other.

“We’ve met before,” he said, walking towards you

“Indeed we have,” you replied as he stopped just in front of you. “It is a pleasure to meet you, oh-future-king,” you said, bowing a bit.

You could hear Aragorn slap his forehead from behind you and grinned.

“She’s not from around here, so do forgive her manners,” Aragorn said.

“Or lack thereof,” you added, straightening yourself once more and looking at Éomer’s amused face.

“I appreciate the informality,” Éomer grinned. You spun around and pointed at Aragorn.

“See? Someone appreciates me,” you accused.

You were extremely happy to meet Éomer. It’s not that you didn’t adore Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli, but they were also the only people you’d been around for quite a while. It was exciting to make a new friend, especially one so handsome and charismatic.

The two of you spent the entire ride to Isengard delving into each other’s lives, from childhoods to secret fears to favorite foods. Obviously, the two of you had led quite different lives, and he was fascinated by the world you had come from.

“These cars you speak of, are they like horses?” he asked.

“No, they’re much faster,” you replied. “They’re more like a carriage, since they have space for several people inside.”

“But it moves without a horse?”

“Yup!”

“Who steers in then?”

You were grinning ear to ear at the look of bewilderment on his face.

“One of the people inside,” you answered. “There’s a wheel to control which direction you go and pedals on the floor to control the speed.”

“That sounds terribly complicated,” Éomer said, brows furrowing.

“It’s not too bad,” you said, “I was even pretty good at it.”

Éomer shot you an alarmed look.

“You used to steer these...these things?” he asked incredulously. You laughed and nodded. “You have to be taught how to do it,” you explained. “It’s not like they throw you into it without any preparation.”

“It still sounds extremely dangerous,” he decided.

“I did break my arm in a crash once,” you said thoughtfully. He gasped.

“You can crash them?”

Éomer had quickly become one of your favorite people, which only made the continuous battles over the fate of Middle Earth even more stressful. You were terrified he would ride into a fight and never return, and even more terrified of what that meant.

You’d searched for him for hours after the Battle for Minas Tirith, heart growing more and more heavy as you continued. Every person you asked had no idea where he was, and by the time you returned to the White City, your hands were shaking with anxiety. Finding him outside of the makeshift infirmary that had been set up was the most relieving moment of your entire life.

You had gasped the moment you caught sight of his all too familiar golden hair, letting out a desperate sob as his eyes met yours, him rushing over to you and wrapping you in his arms. Your embrace was filled with all the emotions both of you were too terrified to say aloud.

“I thought you were dead,” you murmured into his chest, eyes wet and lips trembling.

“It will take far more than a few Oliphaunts to kill me,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

You wanted nothing more than to tell him in that moment how much you loved him, but decided against it. You knew the fighting was not over, the last thing you needed was for him to be distracted by you during battle and find himself impaled with some pointy object. If you both lived to the end of this, you would tell him then.

But then you were too scared to do it.

Of course you had won - the ring had been destroyed, Aragorn had led the crusade against the forces of Mordor, and Gondor was preparing to crown its long lost king. Everyone was staying in Minas Tirith until the coronation, but then everyone was leaving. All your friends would be heading home, but you did not have one of those here in Middle Earth.

Aragorn had already offered you a place in Gondor’s leadership, and thus a permanent residence with him, and the hobbits were more than happy to escort you back to the Shire with them, but you knew both of these options would separate you from the one person you wanted to be with.

All you wanted was to follow Éomer back to Edoras, but you were unsure if that would be best for him. He was about to be crowned king of Rohan, and probably had many ladies of Rohan’s nobility lined up to rule with him. It was selfish for you to think you had any right to his heart, especially when his duties and responsibilities were so much more important than an outspoken, title-less woman.

So you distanced yourself from him. You avoided him whenever possible, taking the longest routes you could to dinners and meetings. You tried not to be affected by his desperate gaze, or the way he called for you as you rushed out of a room. It hurt you more than anything, but you knew it would be better for him in the long run. You succeeded with your plan until the night before Aragorn’s coronation.

You’d been walking home from dinner (a huge, pre-celebration feast that qualified as a celebration itself) through an old, twisty corridor. You opened the door to your room only to see Eomer sitting on your bed, a worried look on his face.

You jumped slightly, startled by his presence.

“What are you doing in here?” you said breathlessly. “This is totally an invasion of my privacy and absolutely uncalled for at such a late hour, you almost gave me a heart attack-”

“Forgive me,” he interrupted, standing up from the bed, eyes fixated on you. You both stood there in silence for some time, the closest you’d been to each other for the first time in days.

“I missed you,” he murmured finally. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You looked down at your feet and nodded. You did not want to see the look of betrayal that he was undoubtedly wearing.

“Why?” he whispered. You winced at the sound of hurt in his voice.

“You would not understand Éomer, but I promise it was in your best interest,” you replied.

“You are my best friend, (Y/n), how could ignoring me benefit me?” he asked incredulously. You looked up at him, trying to ignore the tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“Éomer-”

“Please,” he cut you off desperately, slowly walking towards you. “I have missed you more than you could possibly imagine.” “That is the issue,” you whispered, closing your eyes to avoid looking at him.

“How is that an issue?” he begged.

“Because you are about to be a king,” you shouted, eyes still closed. “And you will leave after tomorrow with everyone else, back to Edoras, where new responsibilities will be awaiting you and demanding your attention.”

“How does that have anything to do with you?” he asked, voice sounding a lot closer than before. You gulped, sensing him right in front of you.

“I would be a distraction,” you replied meekly. Éomer did not reply, but instead reached to grab your hands with his own, you gasping as he pulled you into his chest.

“(Y/n), you are not a distraction, how could you-”

“I do not want you to leave me here,” you interrupted, resting your forehead against him. “I am so scared I’ll never see you again, but your life is about to be so much more important than me.”

“I do not want to leave you here,” he said, wrapping his arms around your back. “I want you to come with me. You’re my best friend, how could I abandon you?”

“That’s exactly the problem,” you whispered, “even if I were physically with you, that would not stop me from...from…”

You stopped and bit your lip, terrified of the confession about to pour out of you. Éomer moved his hand below your chin, tilting your head up to face him.

“Stop you from what?” he whispered intensely, eyes searching your face desperately. You exhaled breathily.

“I love you, Éomer,” you said softly, watching as his expression softened. “So, so much.”

He blinked once, twice, registering what you had just said, and smiled, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you more than anyone, (Y/n),” he murmured.

“But, surely there are women back in Rohan who are far more suitable for-”

“(Y/n),” Éomer said seriously, pulling away to look you in the eyes once more. “I have the power to be with whomever I choose.”

“But why would you choose me?” you asked meekly. Éomer chuckled, brushing a stray bit of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear tenderly. You leaned into his hand slightly, relishing in the way he cupped your face.

“I was more nervous that you wouldn’t choose me,” he admitted. You look at him in confusion.

“How could I not choose you?” you asked.

“You’re much more interesting than I am,” he shrugged. “You come from a world that is so much more exciting than mine, and the last thing I want is for you to settle for me.”

“Éomer, you stab people with swords and ride horses all day. And live in a castle. That is insanely cool,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his midsection. “Of course I choose you.”

“And I choose you,” he murmured, pulling you closer to him. “Please come home with me.”

“Yes,” you whispered, nodding fervently. “Yes, please.”

Éomer grinned, tilting your face up to his once more and leaning down to kiss you. Your heart leaped, hand reaching up to grab the back of his head to intensify the kiss. He moaned softly, bending down to pick you up and twirling you around. You giggled and pressed your nose against his.

“I’m thinking we make my coronation far less formal than Aragorn’s,” Éomer said, “as much as I’ve been loving these dinners, I don’t think I could stand hosting them.”

“You know I’m fantastic at informalities,” you replied.

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years ago

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Late in the Night | Part Four

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Prompt: Friends have a bet how long it will take the ship to get together (Content Challenge Day 7)

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 1602

Warnings: None

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Aragorn waits, keeping an eye on the trees.

The minute his friends from the eastern inn arrive, they will leave town.

He had a pleasant night — private room, hot bath, well-prepared meals — but is ready to get back on their journey. For all he knows, the brief rest he allowed them could have already cost them vital time.

That thought causes him to pace.

“Calm yourself, dear friend, they will be along shortly,” Gandalf councils.

Aragorn tries to heed the wise wizard’s advice. Sure enough, he soon hears the light sounds of feet crushing grass and twigs, and knows they are close.

The four of them break into sight at roughly the same time, and Aragorn notices two things:

One, Legolas and Y/n refuse to look at each other.

Two, Gimli wears a grin bright enough to rival the sun.

Aragorn knows he must speak with the dwarf as soon as possible.

Something has happened.

Merry, who doesn’t get enough credit for his observation skills, notices the oddities too, and elbows Pippin in the side. Their eyes grow wide, and it takes everything in them not to shout guesses as to what this means.

It is a good while before Aragorn, Pippin, Merry, and Gimli have a chance to convene and discuss the new development. All four of them, though of course dedicated to the task at hand, desperately want a resolution to their ongoing bet.

It had started innocently enough.

Merry made an off-hand comment about how well Legolas and Y/n seem to get along. Gimli noticed the lass was a clumsier fighter when Legolas was watching. Aragorn realized his friend seemed nervous around the human woman. Pippin saw how each of them smiled brighter when the other was near.

Somehow or other, the four of them had put together their observations, and the rest is history.

The bet was born.

Each of them had put down fifteen coins and a deadline, losing the coins if Legolas and Y/n did not become a couple by the deadline, and winning coins if they did. Knowing his friend’s shy nature well, Aragorn had given the two the lengthiest allowance — six months. Pippin and Merry recognized the bold nature of humans, and guessed it would only take four months for Y/n to speak her mind and Legolas to reciprocate. Gimli, on the other hand, thought the two were already head-over-heels for each other and wouldn’t be able to keep quiet about it, and had given them only a month and a half.

Each participant, knowing his deadline was drawing nearer, had taken steps to push the two in the right direction.

The hobbit friends moved Legolas’ and Y/n’s bedrolls closer when they weren’t looking.

Aragorn put them on watch together. A lot. To the point where he actually felt bad about the bags under Y/n’s eyes.

But Gimli, perhaps, had been the boldest of them all, and proudly tells his friends so the moment they are alone much later that evening.

“Quickly, they are suspicious why it took four of us to gather firewood and herbs,” Aragorn mutters, darting a quick glance in the direction of camp.

“Yes, just get on with it,” Pippin squeaks, then throws a hand over his mouth, knowing he might alert Legolas with his volume.

“Alright, listen up lads.” Gimli grins and proudly tells his tale. “Boromir and I got to the inn first, as planned, and the innkeeper asked how many were in our party. I said two, and the innkeeper made a comment how it was good we didn’t have more folk waiting outside, as his inn was almost full. Well, that got me thinkin’, so I inquired how many more rooms were available. The innkeeper said two, not including the ones Boromir and I purchased. So I whipped out my velvet pouch and paid for another room, fibbin’ a bit and saying I might have a lady friend visiting and wasn’t sure if she would want to sleep in my room or not after our activities.” He wiggles his eyebrows in response to the stunned looks of his friend.

Aragorn shakes his head slowly, a bemused smile setting in his lips. “So you paid for an extra room just to force Legolas and Y/n into sharing?”

“Right you are,” Gimli grins, placing his fists on his hips. “It wasna even that expensive — I’ll make it back three times over, now that I’ve won this thing.”

“Ah, ah, ah, hold on,” Merry holds up a hand, halting Gimli’s gloat. “You can’t prove they did or said anything to start a courtship, so you haven’t won!”

“They won’t even look at each other and the elf’s as red as a strawberry, of course something happened,” Gimli practically shouts.

Aragorn, reliably a voice of reason, intervenes. “We shall have to inquire then, but be smart about it. We do not want to jeopardize their potential courtship with our game.”

The companions agree, then quickly turn to the forest, gathering firewood and herbs to supplement Sam’s soup and their cover story.

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Back at camp, Legolas sits on a low tree branch, keeping watch over all his friends.

But mostly Y/n.

He cannot pull his eyes from her face. She sits on a rock, staring into the fire, absently cleaning the mud from her boots. Without permission, his mind goes back to the way he held her this morning, tucked against his chest, her leg wrapped around his. It was wildly improper, and he should be ashamed of himself.

But he doesn’t feel ashamed. Because the way they woke up this morning didn’t feel improper, it felt natural. With all his heart, Legolas wants to wake up like that every morning — his favorite person kept safely against his side. He wants to guard her and give her a wonderful life and bring her home and have his people adore her, too.

Legolas’ resolve hardens, because he knows he can no longer keep this to himself. Y/n has a right to know how he feels, because it affects her too.

He pushes himself from the branch, landing on the ground in silence. With four long strides, he stops beside her, reaching down a hand. “Will you talk with me?”

She looks up at him, nerves like she’s never felt before erupting within her. But she gathers her courage, forces what she hopes is a smile, and takes Legolas’ hand.

She wonders what he’ll say.

All day, she had been lost in embarrassment. Somehow in the night, she’d thrown her leg over his and practically attached herself to his chest — who does that?! And he’d said nothing when they woke up, only got up and went about his routine like normal.

So obviously, he doesn’t feel anything for her.

And that’s what this conversation has to be about.

Briefly, though, she allows herself to remember what it felt like to be in his embrace, and knows that she will cherish that feeling forever.

The warmth of his hand in hers helps her hold on to that memory and, to her surprise, when they reach a secluded spot, he does not let go. No, he takes her other hand in his, clutching both tightly.

Legolas nearly shakes with nerves, and he wonders if she can tell? Does she know how he feels like he might be sick? Oh, he has never felt anxiety like this before, and desperately wishes for it to be gone.

So he wastes no time in putting himself out of his misery.

“I want to be with you.”

Y/n blinks. Surely she can’t have heard him correctly? “What?”

Legolas sighs — her reaction gives him no indication how she feels either way. He bolsters his courage, and tries again. “I feel affection for each member of this Fellowship. But whereas I love the others as if they were my kin, I am unable to deny that how I love you is different. Elves live long lives and thus take matters of the heart very seriously. And, well,” he shrugs, all eloquence leaving him the moment he sees the shy, hopeful smile spread across her lips. “My heart is with you.”

Y/n can hardly believe her ears. She thought that he didn’t…that there was no chance of…but rather than dwell on all her miscalculations, or the myriad of dangers that haunt their future, she decides to just enjoy the moment. She throws her arms around Legolas’ neck, and he grips her tightly against him.

She turns her cheek to rest on his shoulder, unable to contain her grin. “You hold mine as well. I love you, Legolas.”

He pulls back only to rest his forehead against hers, head swimming from the joy of her acceptance and at being this close to her. “And I love you.” She lets out a giddy laugh and he closes his eyes, soaking in the sound. But then he focuses again, for there is something important he still must ask. “Will you accept my offer of courtship?”

Y/n can’t help herself from bumping her nose against his affectionately, and it feels so wonderful, so free to be with him this way. She has no desire for her future to continue without him, and so, her answer is found easily. “Of course.”

Relief settles in Legolas’ bones, the nerves finally leaving him and being replaced with happiness.

Just as their lips meet, the four friends break through the tree-line, back from collecting supplies.

Gimli’s triumphant shout can be heard for miles.

“Pay up, lads!”

A/n The end! This is the last chapter of this mini-series! Thanks for sticking with me as I had some fun with this one. I keep tag-lists, so at any time, just let me know if you would like to be tagged in anything. I’m in the planning stages of a Haldir x OC fic, and while I usually stay away from OC’s, I just cannot fathom typing “Y/n” for the length that I’m planning on making that story. So be on the lookout for that! Hope you all are taking care of yourselves and please know that my inbox is always open. Lots of love!

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amxranthiine · 4 years ago

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c i c a t r i z e (aragorn x reader) pt. iii

cicatrize (v.) to find healing by the process of forming scars. Pronouns: She/her A/n: Yes yes I know it’s been a while. I’ve been trying to get my grades up before the semester ends and haven’t had much time to sit down and write. This is sort of a filler, I’m posting it now because I feel so bad for making you guys wait. Warnings: Alcohol, maybe light swearing? Summary: Y/n is Aragorn’s childhood best friend. However, when they got older, Y/n’s feelings towards her long time friend changed, but he is infatuated with the Evenstar. Out of heartbreak, she leaves Rivendell and sets off on her own, leaving her love and all she ever knew. When Elrond’s Council takes place, Y/n is forced back to her home and everything she ever knew. ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ Y/n’s POV. We left Bree a day after the Nazgûl incident, and the six of us were currently taking a stroll through Chetwood Forest. Well... I was taking a stroll. Aragorn was grumpy and tense, as usual. His eyes filled with caution as he led our small party through the gloomy woodland. I had to admit, it was almost... nice, being around him again. He had a sense of familiarity to him, and I missed that, far more than I would ever admit. I still refused to talk to him, though. At least, for more than five minutes, after that point he usually starts asking questions I am not ready to answer. You could call me a coward, as in this moment I was running from my problems- the same problems that had been chasing me, haunting me, since my teen years- and you’re right. I am a coward. But, I’m a drunk coward. As if that makes it any better. Which, I mean, maybe, but no. I admit, I’m ashamed. Even when I’m old and mature, a grandma in the eyes of regular humans, I still manage to have a terrifying fear of the act of confronting people. I shiver internally at the mere thought of confronting Aragorn. Needing something to distract me, I look to the Hobbits and their adorable companion, Bill. They’re chatty, as usual. They have this aura around them that tells me that they are very suspicious of us. Why wouldn’t they be? Two big people, as they call us, practically kidnap their friend (who just so happens to have the Ring of Power within his grasp), force them to move all of their belongings into one room because they may or may not die and then tell them some very ominous news. Yeah, I wouldn’t trust us either. I go to take a sip of Ale out of my waterskin, the thought of the Ring was giving me a migraine. I raised the skin to my lips, ready to savor the alcoholic taste of the beverage, only to taste nothing. I blink, confused. Then tip the waterskin upside down to see a mere drop of Ale fall out. I purse my lips as I try to hold back tears. All I wanted was one precious sip of Ale, was that too much to ask? By the Valar, the sun hasn’t even reached it’s peak and I’m already out of Ale! This is going to be a long journey. “Where are you taking us?” I hear Frodo call to Aragorn. The latter doesn’t even look back as he responds, “Into the wild.” “Way to be creepy, Strider,” I mumble, and I hear Frodo snicker at my comment. His light footsteps quickly try to match mine as we attempt to keep a steady pace. “Where are you from, Randir?” He asks me. I glance at him and ponder his question for a moment. “Why, I’m from all over! I’ve been to Gondor, lovely city. The Steward is kind of freaky, though. But other than that, it is a beautiful place. I’ve also been to Rohan, goodness I’ve never seen so many horses in one place! I wonder how King Theoden fairs, I’ve not seen him since he was a young lad. I’ve been to the Shire once, too. I never really understood the meaning of comfort until I stepped foot into your country, little Hobbit. I understood in that moment why your race appreciates the subtly of home and food rather than adventures.” He smiles at this while I wink at him, “Where I was born I do not know; somewhere in the North, I suppose. I grew up in Rivendell, Lord Elrond raised me after my parents passed. His sons; Elladan and Elrohir, found me outside the borders of the lovely city when I was a babe. I lived there until I was 19, after that I left and went off on my own.” I gave him no more details about why I left, for I knew Aragorn was secretly listening by the way his body tensed and shifted in our direction. “Why did you leave Rivendell?” Frodo asked, curiosity killing the cat. I was suddenly filled with an urge to not let satisfaction bring it back. “Hmm... Now, that, little Hobbit, is a story for another time.” I flash him a grin then proceed to ignore his stare as I walk ahead, a skip in my step as I do so. I saw Aragorn’s shoulders slump in disappointment at my lack of response. I did not know why he was so insistent on knowing why I left Rivendell. I would think he would have gotten over it. After all, it has been sixty seven years. Behind me I could hear Merry whisper to the others, “How do we know this Strider and Randir are friends of Gandalf?” “I trust Randir, oddly enough. We have no choice but to trust him,” Frodo responds. My heart warmed a little at his trust in me, it’s been a long time since anyone has trusted me. I liked it. “But where are they leading us?” Sam asks in desperation. He did not like that they were following two strangers into the wild. I knew he was a loyal and trustworthy friend. “To Rivendell, Master Gamgee,” Aragorn yells from ahead. I smirk at his attempt to get me to finish the sentence. He knew very well it would work. “To the House of Elrond,” I finish, and laugh quietly and the sound of their small gasps. “Rivendell? We’re going to see the Elves!” ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ TAG LIST @entishramblings @canibea-whore-yet @maaaaryx @frulyall @slytherinrising @/thepeanutcollective (im so sorry love i couldn’t find your blog) @carisi-sonny @haleypearce @hc-geralt-23 @lamikahn PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF I MISSED YOU!

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jazzistolkienfanfics · 4 years ago

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Breathing - Aragorn x reader (modern!AU)

hi! could you do prompt #53 with a female reader and aragorn? thank you!

@elvish-sky oh joy, another sad aragorn fic (jk jk). i wanted to write this one as a modern!AU because of some research i was doing before school ended for science and ... i just thought of the concept and liked it, okay hush

53. “You said you were okay!”

Type: Imagine Pairing: Aragorn x reader (modern!AU) Summary: Y/N hasn’t been entirely honest with her boyfriend, Aragorn. Warnings: angst, sadness, death, Word Count: 1,704 words

Y/N laughed loudly as the black Newfoundland puppy chased its fluffy tail, the dark fur sticking up as though it had been struck by lightning.

Aragorn grinned at her, taking yet another long moment to watch her - to savour everything about his beautiful girlfriend. Just like every time she giggled, he wanted the seconds to last forever. He wanted every day he got to be with Y/N to last forever, because one day, they would be unable to make new memories.

One day sooner than he would like.

He tugged the sleeves of his RSPCA volunteer jacket down as he sat by her side, whistling for the dog to come and sit by his side. It obliged, just as all the animals in the shelter, or anywhere, always did.

Animal whisperer, Y/N would tease him. Like Doctor Dolittle!

Aragorn looked to her again, the smile still on Y/N’s face. Flushed s/c cheeks. Hooded e/c eyes with heavy bags under them, yet she still looked beauty. H/l messy h/c hair, kept out of her face by a f/c ribbon.

Then, the things people tended to stare at. The bag by her side, much like the wheeled kind some people used to shop. The nose cannula hooked behind her ears, a long tube carrying oxygen from the bag. A surgery scar protruding from her f/c shirt’s neckline.

Those things didn’t bother him. He loved her.

“Are you okay?”

Aragorn blinked at Y/N’s question. Normally he was the one asking her that question, or supposed to be. “I-I’m perfect.”

She smiled again. “That’s good.”

He stood, pulling her to her feet as well. “Come on. My shift’s up.”

Y/N jokingly pouted. “But the puppies!”

This time, it was Aragorn who laughed. “We’ll come back next week, I promise.”

“Next week,” she echoed, a sadness in her voice that her boyfriend didn’t detect.

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Y/N coughed, making a face as the last of her pills went down her throat. She took dozens every day - it was part of her necessary, pre-determined hospital routine.

Her nurse, Legolas, (A/N - stan male nurses) passed her some water, which she gladly swallowed, hacking again.

“Good job,” he grinned. “Everything’s doing okay. Lung function is at 54 percent, a little lower than last week, but it will get higher again.”

She’d definitely expected that, though her heart still sunk.

“I’ll let your boyfriend in now.” Legolas laughed at the annoyed look on his charge’s face. The sound faded as he took on a more serious tone. “But, you remember that it could get even worse anytime, especially-”

“I know,” Y/N interrupted, her voice scratched and broken. “I know.”

“Be careful,” the nurse reminded her again, as he left the room, Aragorn passing through the door before it could even swing shut.

“Going alright?”

Y/N grimaced. “As well as can be expected. I hate my lungs.”

He took her hand, squeezing it tightly, like he would never, could never, let go. “I know you’re strong, Y/N/N. You can’t let CF beat you.”

Ah, yes. There it was - the casual reminder Y/N couldn’t go a day without hearing. Stressing how she was holding her life in an hourglass, which was rapidly running out of time.

Cystic Fibrosis. An often terminal lung condition, meaning Y/N’s lungs functioned at low percentages, causing difficulty in her breathing and weakened immune system. She was often lucky to spend more than a month out of the hospital, thought that hadn’t been the case recently.

She’d been continually relapsing, her lung function decreasing with every checkup.

To put it simply, it sucked. Royally.

“Here,” Aragorn offered her her nose cannula. “Hook up, and I’ll distract you.”

Y/N slipped it on, taking his hand and dragging her portable oxygen in The Granny Shopping Bag™️ with the other. smiling.

Well, at least, her mask was smiling. Inside, she didn’t know if she had the energy or will to anymore.

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Y/N knew it was a risk, and she was exactly aware of the million and one ways this could go wrong.

But she didn’t care. She was going to live whilst she still could. She was done with giving up her life, letting down her boyfriend, because of some stupid mucus.

Besides, he didn’t know. He didn’t know it all, and she wasn’t going to stop them from being unable to make happy memories together by burdening him with more bad news. Being the protective guy he was, Aragorn probably wouldn’t even let her leave the hospital if her found out.

“Ready?” said-boyfriend-in-question asked.

“Hell yeah,” Y/N grinned, straightening the edges of her denim jacket.

They stood at the archway entrance to the Rivendell National Park - a beautiful wonderland of pale trees and swirling leaves, in the deep of autumn.

Technically, Y/N wasn’t meant to engage in ‘prolonged physical activity’. But technically, she wasn’t even meant to be alive right now.

No one, least of all her, knew how much time she had left. Y/N wasn’t one to waste it.

Together, she and Aragorn stepped through the archway, and explored the ‘whole new realm’.

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After ten minutes, her lungs were burning, but she didn’t say anything.

Aragorn was looking so happy - a goofy smily affixed upon his face, his dark eyes lighting up as he swished his head from side to side to admire everything with childish wonder.

The National Park was beautiful, but the air was thin, and Y/N was struggling not to audibly struggle. She hated being dependent on people, and she would. Not. Worry. Him.

Something felt different this time - her breathing was quickening even though she was walking extraordinarily slowly, and she was in more pain than she should’ve been

Y/N signalled for Aragorn to stop, doubling over and coughing until her throat was raw. She couldn’t breathe whilst the mucus was crawling up her airways, and she’d rather clear it than suffer.

“Get it out, Y/N,” Aragorn encouraged her as she straightened, worry sketched all over his face.

Her coughing was done, and she went to take a nice big inhale, but ....

She.

Still.

Couldn’t.

Breathe.

Breathing should’ve been something natural, easy, if she had been just a normal young woman with her normal boyfriend.

She wished that lying didn’t come to her easier than breathing.

Y/N collapsed, choking, almost about to pass out as Aragorn immediately fell to her side, pulling his phone from his pocket and dialling an emergency number.

“Oh my God,” he gasped, his breaths coming shortly as well as he scooped her up into his arms. “Oh, God. Y-You’re going to be okay, Y/N.”

Funny how good they’d both become at lying.

With that thought, Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, without the energy to keep themselves open.

“Y/N!”

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Aragorn sat in the waiting room with a feeling like acid being poured down his throat and then regurgitated.

She shouldn’t have collapsed like that - it was highly medically improbable given what he knew about Y/N and her Cystic Fibrosis. Unless ... there was something he didn’t know.

He shook his head as soon as that thought came to him. He trusted Y/N. She trusted him. He had to have faith in her.

The sound of footsteps encouraged him to look sideways, where he saw Y/N’s nurse, Legolas, with four cups of coffee in his arms.

“Expecting someone else?” Aragorn laughed as he was handed one of the cups.

“Oh, no,” Legolas replied, with an unbelievably straight face. “I intend to drink all the coffee.”

“How is Y/N?”

The nurse winced. “I will be honest with you - she isn’t going so well right now. The fact that she was still walking with you ... that’s pretty amazing given her lung function and diagnosis.”

“What do you mean?” Aragorn furrowed his eyebrows. “She-she’s fine, isn’t she?”

Legolas stared. “Y/N didn’t tell you, did she? Oh, that stubborn little-”

“Tell me what?”

He averted Aragorn’s eyes. “Tell you that she was diagnosed with Burkholderia Cepacia and she was given another six months to live with her current lung function.”

“What?” All the air rushed out of his lungs, and suddenly, he knew how Y/N felt when it was hard for her to breathe. “H-How long has it been?”

Again, the blond looked awkwardly to the floor.

“How long?!” It was a shout this time, and Aragorn could feel himself on the brink of tears. His beautiful girlfriend, lost to the void ... he could not cope with it.

“Seven months.”

He fell back in his chair, coffee discarded, his shaking hands covering his face as his cheeks dripped with tears. This couldn’t be happening. This could not be happening.

A doctor rushed out from the ER, making a beeline for Legolas. Her nametag read ‘Tauriel’, her long red hair flying behind her as she ran towards them.

Her face was sober.

“He-he should come. Now.” She motioned towards Aragorn who stood immediately.

“Is Y/N alright?”

Dr. Tauriel did not answer his question, just motioning for him to follow her.

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Y/N wasn’t moving. For such a joyful young woman, she was lying unbelievably still.

There was a crowd of doctors around her, but they all moved back at the sight of Aragorn.

“I’m sorry.”

He didn’t know who said it ... all he could think about was how much paler Y/N looked than her normal s/c.

“She-she’s just a-asleep, r-right?” Aragorn stuttered on the words as more tears fell down his face. “Y/N’s o-okay?”

Dr. Tauriel shook her head. “I’m so sorry. We-we couldn’t do anything.”

“You said you were okay!” Aragorn cried, talking to Y/N even though she couldn’t hear him - would never hear him again. Jut like he would never hear her. “You told me you were okay ...”

“Get him out of here,” someone said quietly, and Aragorn was pulled to the door.

He threw one final look over his shoulder.

Y/N’s hair was spread out over the pillow. Her hands had been folded over her chest. She still had her nose cannula in, but that had never made her less beautiful.

Even in death, she still looked like an angel.

She was still the most beautiful person Aragorn had ever known.

A/N - guys this is my new favourite fic so please spread it! @elvish-sky thank you so much for this request, and everyone, thank you for reading!

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entishramblings · 4 years ago

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A Human Perspective [Legolas X Aragorn]

A.N: so here is some aralas for you because, if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been in an aralas mood.

Request: anon — Um hello, I'm new to Tumblr and I guess this is where you ask requests? Well may I request a oneshot where Aragorn is having nightmare about Legolas dying and he wakes up and goes to Legolas' room to check if he is ok? (set in Rivendell, and lots of angst and fluff please) Thank you!!! I read your other works and omg I LOVE THEM!!!

Pairing: Legolas X Aragorn

Summary: Aragorn had a nightmare about Legolas so he goes to check on the elf.

Word Count: 1,182

Warnings: fluff, angst

(gif not mine)

MASTERLIST | AO3

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The Ranger’s eyelashes fluttered rapidly as he grasped the smooth silk sheets in his hand—twisting, squirming, binding. His jaw clenched and his muscles tightened while flashes of crimson red haunted his mind.

Heavy breathes, hushed whispers, harsh groans, and sharp cries.

The coldness of the wind danced through the open window. It seemed to whisper upon his unconscious form—enticing the darkness to spread. It cloaked him in anguish and unease, tormenting his heart.

Stinging eyes, fumbling hands, desperate calls, and the stench of death.

His throat tightened and a weight wrapped around him—cocooning him in the dark crevices of his dreams.

No.

NO.

Aragorn sat up with wild eyes and unruly hair. He was coated in a cold sweat and panting—desperate to suck air into his lungs.

Legolas.

The Ranger scrambled out of his cage of bed sheets and hastily rushed through the halls of Imladris, letting his legs guide him to the source of his concern.

The door to Legolas’s room swung open under the Ranger’s touch.

Aragorn’s lips parted as moonlight pouring in from the hall and created soft shadows upon the sleeping figure’s creamy skin. His gaze landed on Legolas’s bare chest which was rising and falling in a soft pattern.

Legolas was fine. He was alive.

The dream had been a lie.

The Ranger closed his lids and released a quiet sigh of relief—taking in the comfort of this knowledge. When he opened his grey orbs once more, he could not help but observe every curve, every crevice, every bend, and every outline of the Mirkwood Prince. Elves were perfectly sculpted and shaped, and it wasn’t often when you stumbled across one unclothed—especially the one that claimed your heart. So Aragorn stood for a moment, mesmerized by the glow that spelled upon the elf.

He turned to make his was back to his room for he suspected the elf would not appreciate the intrusion; but before he could leave, the unconscious being sensed his presence.

“Aragorn?” Legolas whispered softly while sitting up.

The Ranger muttered a quiet curse, which of course Legolas could hear, before twisting to face the elf once more. “My apologies, Mellon Nin (my friend). It was not my intention to disturb your rest.”

Legolas’s brows pulled together and his blue eyes pooled with question as he examined the Ranger. He tilted his head slightly before speaking, “What troubles you?”

Aragorn did not meet his eyes. Instead, he shook his head and cast his vision elsewhere. “Tis’ nothing.”

“Aragorn,” Legolas warned.

“I said it was nothing,” He retorted sharply.

The look on the elf’s face instantly made Aragorn regret the harshness of his tone.

The Ranger sighed in defeat, “I am sorry, I did not mean for that to come across so cruel.” He paused, “My mind would not allow for me to rest. It showed me horrible visions. I just pray to the Valar that it does not come to past.”

Slowly, Legolas stood. “What kind of visions plague you?”

Aragorn averted his gaze, reluctant to answer.

“Aragorn,” Legolas urged while moving closer.

The Ranger looked up at him with worried eyes. “I dreamt of you losing your life—taken in war.”

Legolas tilted his head as he tried to read the emotions upon his friend’s face. Human’s were quite hard to read for they showed everything—every emotion, ever feeling, every thought—all at once.

The elf tentatively put his hand upon the ranger’s cheek as Aragorn once again tried to look away. “And that distresses you?” Legolas asked.

Aragorn sucked in a breath. “Yes.”

“Let me remind you that I have been training and fighting for many more centuries than you have.” He paused, “It is not often an elf dies in battle. What makes you think I would be the one to do so? My skills are well cultivated and practiced.”

The Ranger lowered his head, “Nothing makes me think such things. These thoughts are just cast into my mind from my heart.”

“Your heart?” The elf questioned.

Aragorn mentally cursed himself for his words revealed much.

When the Ranger did not respond, Legolas spoke again, “Come lie with me. Maybe my presence will allow for rest.”

The elf strolled back to his bed and scooted to the side, leaving space for the other man.

Hesitantly, Aragorn followed.

The Ranger clambered next to the elf and laid down upon his back. He stared at the ceiling for a moment as his thoughts wandered.

He did not feel the cold haunting of the wind. He did not feel the restricting bounds of the sheets. He did not feel the entrapment of the darkness. Instead, his anxieties were settled by the the warmth of the elf next to him.

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A soft smile crossed Legolas’s lips as the sound of Aragorn’s heartbeat slowed to a steady pace. The man had fallen asleep within minutes, his concerns gone.

The elf turned to watch him rest, and as he did, examine the Ranger’s features. Aragorn’s waved hair fanned out from his face, a dark contrast to the white sheets. His lashes fluttered somewhat while his mouth parted to allow air to pass through his lips. His lips—Legolas let his vision stay there for a minute for he craved to know just what they felt like against his own.

The elf bit back a grin as his thoughts took yet another turn—to the man’s stumble. Elves did not grow beards, they just didn’t. And it would be a lie for Legolas to say he was not curious as to what it would feel like against his own skin.

As if in a trance, the Prince of Mirkwood stretched out his hand with uncertainty. Gently he ran his fingers upon Aragorn’s prickling beard. He smiled again for it tickled slightly. Yet his curiousness was not dwindled. If anything, it expanded.

Legolas leaned in gently and allowed his lips to lightly press against the Ranger’s. The man’s stubble brushed upon him like the needles of a pine tree, but it was not uncomfortable. If anything, it was soothing. Legolas could feel the roughness of the winter days without any balms or oils. He could taste ginger and sweet honey, likely lingering from a late night cup of tea. He could smell soft soil, syrupy sap, and musky smoke—to the point where he could almost hear the crackling of the flames of which it came from. But none of there were unpleasant. Quite the opposite actually; they were welcomed.

The elf pulled his face away and buried it into the crook of the man’s neck for he did not want to part from these sensations. They were new and interesting, captivating and enticing. They were purely human. And, quite frankly, that was what was so fascinating about them.

Never had he gotten to experience the gifts of living a free life—not until he met Strider. He was always under the gaze of his father and other elves who believed themselves to be stony superiors. But, with Strider, Legolas had found a new freeing grasp of nature—a new perspective of life.

A human perspective.

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rainydaymiddleearthimagines · 4 years ago

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The Arrangement pt 2

Strider shook his head with laughter as you fell from a tree. “Owww” you whined. “How is it that you can climb trees but coming back down is an issue?” Strider teased. “I blame lack of balance.” you said. He kneeled next to you, pulling you forward before you winced. He shook his head and you sighed. “When are we heading back?” you asked. “We should be back by nightfall.” Strider said. You almost seemed to pout in response. “Come now, it won’t be that bad.” Strider said, helping you up. “It’s enough that I was born into the the title, but now I have to officially accept it through a ceremony. This is ridiculous.” You huffed. “Buuuttt you can’t get out of it.” Strider said. “I mean... You could kidnap me.” you suggested. He rolled his eyes. “Y/n, you know the deal.” he said. “Alright! Alright. But only if you suffer through the coronation too.” you said. “Y/n, I was already going.” He said. You grinned. “Really? Color me impressed for wanting to be there!” You said. “....I never said I wanted to go, I said I was going” He said.

You two walked, you listening to the trees with a sigh. “What are they saying?” He asked. He wasn’t elven and didn’t have the gift for listening to nature. He had heard from others on how elves could listen to nature. “Others have been through here. Probably on their merry little ways to my official ceremony of suffering.” you said making him shake his head. “Some people would kill for this life.” He said. “When have I been other people?” you asked. “...Fair point.” He nodded.

A wind brushed your face, almost like a caress. You smiled and let out a breath. "It's like the trees know I'm uneasy." You said. "What makes you nervous?" Strider asked. "I have a tendency to... Embarrass myself in front of the royalty in my family." You muttered. "I'm sure it's not--" "I've accidentally stabbed Galadriel with a fork at dinner. Do not finish that sentence." You halted. Strider blinked. "Y/n. Remember, there's at least two friends in that room with you." He said. "Two?" You asked. "I assume you're close with Arwen?" He asked. You nodded slowly but seemed to have a questioning look on your face. "...Yes. You seem to bring her up a lot more, is there something going on between you two?" You asked. Strider rose a brow. "Are you asking me if I'm involved with your sister?" He asked. "Are you?" You asked. "No." He said.

While Arwen was beautiful, she was different. You were more complex, more unpredictable. Arwen was, to put it simply, who Elrond wanted you to be. You had certain similarities, you were unbelievably kind, intelligent, and definitely beautiful. But your beauty was ethereal. It was unreal to Strider how you seemed so beautiful at times where you didn't mean to. When you were pulling back your hair, when you were listening to the trees, when you reading, when you were talking to your sister and laughing with her. It made him question if Arwen was accurate in her thinking.

Something about seeing you actually enjoy home at times made him happy. It let him know that you weren't completely miserable where you were, just not exactly happy with your situation. It was way to assure him that you were okay once he left. At times Strider didn't really want to leave you. Hell. There were days were he actually missed you. He'd keep it to himself but it would show when he'd see you again and he'd smile.

You walked, looking over at Strider who was awfully quiet. "What's going on in that head of yours?" You asked. He realized he had been lost in thought this whole time, being quiet. It wasn't an unusual thing by any means for him to go silent. It was slightly unusual though for him to be silent while staring at you. Course that would be unusual for anyone.

"You'll make a good ruler one day." He said. You let out a small chuckle but realized he was being sincere. "...What makes you say that?" You asked. "You have the heart of a good queen." He said. You blinked, stopping and looking at him. "What?" He asked. "Nothing. Just a odd thing I've heard from a friend." You said. That's when you seemed to perk up. "I just realized something!" You gasped. He blinked. "What?" Strider asked. "Come on!" You ushered him forward. "Wha-- Y/n, what's going on?!" He asked, laughing slightly at your child-like excitement. "One of my friends is coming to this!" You said. "So you do have friends!" Strider teased. "He's actually a prince. Really interesting. Come onnnn!" You said rushing.

You were moving faster now, finally reaching Rivendell as the sun set. Elrond was greeting Galadriel, when he looked over. You noticed the familiar white horse, the elven sigil on inscribed on it's saddle. You dragged Strider with you as you looked around. "Arwen!" You whisper shouted. She looked over. "You're back early." She noticed. "Is he here?" You asked. She rolled her eyes. "I rarely get to see him!" You huffed. She pointed and you dragged Strider by his hand. Arwen shook her head with a small smile as he seemed to laugh. He was in love and she knew it. The question was: did he know yet?

"Legolas!" You called. A white haired figure turned around, a smile falling over him as you hugged him. "It is good to see you old friend!" You said. He pulled away blinking. "There's a man here." Legolas noticed. "Oh, Strider this is Legolas. Legolas this is Strider, my best friend." You introduced. Legolas shook his hand. "I see I've been overthrown as her best friend." Legolas teased. "You're never here to reclaim that title." You said with an eye roll. Strider looked around him, seeing the royalty. He felt slightly out of place but didn't seem to care. "Have you said hello to Arwen yet?" You asked as she walked over. "Not yet-- hello your grace." He answered.

"Good evening Legolas." She said with a smile. "Glad to see my sister is actually enjoying herself." Arwen said. "Is Haldir here?" You asked. "Yes, he's going to be there." Arwen said. She looked at you and sighed. "You need to change Y/n." She said, knowing damn well there would be a struggle. "As do you." She added to Strider. "I--" "I've left clothes in the room you usually stay in, Y/n if you struggle with me tonight out of all nights there will be hell to pay." She said, gritting her teeth while maintaining that sweet smile. "Oh I will wreak havoc." You muttered as she dragged you off, making Strider smile.

"How long have you known Y/n?" Legolas asked, sitting on the edge of the fountain. "A few months." He said. "I take it you're staying for the coronation?" Legolas asked. "Yes I am." He nodded. "Elrond has referred to you as an ambassador of sorts." He said. Strider bit back a laugh at this but nodded. "Word of advice. Stick to the back on the walls with Haldir and me and you should be fine." He said. "You really should change though. Elves in this setting tend to be..." Legolas leaned forward. "Judgmental. Emphasis on the mental." He said earning a silent snort from Aragorn.

Aragorn changed rather quickly, leaving his belongings in what was now basically his designated room. He looked at the ring that rested in one of the pockets in his pack, closing his eyes and remembering simpler times when his father spoke of preparing him for a day like this. Elrond was aware of his identity, giving the ring to him. How Elrond found out was lost on Aragorn, but he knew nonetheless. For some reason, you didn’t know. He wasn’t going to question why but he was confused on why your father wouldn’t tell you that he was the heir to Isildur. He put the ring back in the bag, walking out and back to Legolas.

"Why is Y/n taking so long?" Strider asked. "Have you met her? She's probably fighting Arwen out of the dress as we speak." Legolas said. Truth be told he had never seen you out of armor. Not in royal garb anyway. You were always running wild in your armor, bringing stress to your father when Strider made himself present. "They're making it seem like the coronation is tonight." Strider said, noticing the servants run back and forth. "Tonight is the dinner before it with the leaders. Unfortunately we all must sit and suffer through it." Legolas muttered. "You don't seem to enjoy the royal life like the rest do." Strider noticed. "Me and Y/n share opinions on this. We believe the best way to keep a kingdom safe is to assist the people, making a point to not fear straying outside of the gates to actually protect your land. Instead our rulers don't leave their homes unless it's a political reason." Legolas explained. Strider nodded. "You don't get along with your father, do you?" He asked. "No. I don't." Legolas said. "Hm. I'm really beginning to understand the dynamic of your friendship with Y/n." Strider said. Legolas smiled, nodding. "The parallels of our lives are not lost on us." He said.

Finally you walked down the stairs, air getting stuck in Strider's throat. The dress was blue, sleeves hanging off you. You wore a small silver circlet, really showing your role as princess. "Arwen, this is very uncomfortable." You whispered. "Deal. With. It." She whispered. You rolled your eyes, walking over. "I see she attacked you with a corset." Legolas said. "And my own crown. This. Is. Hell." You muttered. Strider's eyes seemed wide as he looked at you. You looked over at Strider, stopping for a moment. "You... Clean up nice." You said, Legolas noticing the strange tension. "...As do you." Aragorn said. Arwen and Legolas exchanged a knowing look.

Elrond came over, making you cut your attention away. "The dinner is commencing soon, are you ready?" He asked. "Yes father." You said. "Strider is your escort tonight and tomorrow. My gift to you." He said with a slight eye roll. "Thank you father." You said with slight relief. "And you both look beautiful. Your mother would've loved to see this." Elrond said, putting a loving hand to your cheek. You and Arwen gave small smiles. Your eyes seemed to gloss over with sadness. "Strider, a moment please." Elrond said. He followed the lord, speaking with him. "Please try to keep Y/n calm. She has a tendency to... Shoot off at the mouth with royalty. Tonight out of all nights I need her to be proper." Elrond said. "I will do what I can, you know Y/n--" "There is no controlling her." Both of the men said in unison. It was odd really. It was like for a second they were... Bonding? "I can't make any promises, but I will do what I can." Strider said. "Thank you. Oh and if anyone asks, you're an ambassador." Elrond said before leaving. "... Ambassador?" He muttered to himself.

Strider walked back over, you looking at him. He smiled slightly and you smiled back, looking down as Arwen and Legolas talked. "It seems our team is back together." Haldir said, walking over. You chuckled, hugging the man. "team?" Strider asked. "Oh this group usually stays glued to the wall, whispering amongst themselves and trying to break the royal guard." Haldir said. "Break the royal guard?" Strider asked. "Guards here are trained to be very stoic and stone faced. They will stand next to them and get these men with years of training to crack a smirk, smile or laugh." Haldir said with a small laugh. "I believe our record was fifteen minutes, after the words 'flarpy blunderfloof' came out of Y/n's mouth." Arwen recalled making you all laugh. Strider smiled at this. You seemed to enjoy this particular group of people and that was nice, to see a smile like that on your face.

"Y/n, we're starting." Elrond called. You winced. "Shit." You muttered. The group all walked, Strider next to you. Galadriel and Thranduil stood near the table conversating with one another. Your heart pounded in your ears as you stood there, grabbing Strider's hand as an instinct out of fear. He looked over, seeing your frozen features. “Y/n. Breathe.” Legolas said, standing on your other side. “My. feet. won’t. move.” you muttered. “Y/n. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” Galadriel said. You let go of Strider’s hand, Galadriel hugging you, She whispered an incantation in your ear, you immediately feeling calmer. “Thank you.” You whispered. “You seemed anxious.” she said softly, pulling away. “Let’s sit.” Legolas suggested. You nodded, Legolas pulling your chair out for Arwen’s chair out before he sat down. Strider pulled your chair out before sitting next to you, you looking at the elves around you. Legolas nudged you, nodding to the stone faced soldiers by the doors and you bit back a smile.

The evening continued with talks of politics, speaking of the leaders. Then the story of the ring made the air tense “Whatever happened to that ring anyway?” One of the ambassadors asked. “Isildur never disposed of it. It’s been lost ever since.” Elrond said. Strider seemed to tense up, swallowing his drink. You seemed bored by the conversation, Strider taking it as you’ve heard this many times. Arwen looked over at Strider who had a unreadable expression. “I don’t think it has been... Completely lost.” you said, earning looks to you. “Are you implying you know where the ring is?” Thranduil asked. You shifted slightly. “I’ve heard rumblings. From the trees and the earth. Something is happening out there. Something strange.” You said. “I’ve heard similar rumblings myself.” Galadriel agreed. Good. So you weren’t on the brink of insanity.

“Considering how long the ring has been hidden, I don’t expect it to turn up any time soon.” Thranduil commented. “Neither do I. Though it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.” Elrond nodded. “It won’t turn up for at least another twenty years.” Galadriel said. “Experiencing your visions again dear?” Celeborn asked. “This is one I can see clearly.” She said simply. “It will come to us in a unexpected form.” She said. “Will we be rid of the damn thing?” Thranduil asked. “That is not clear.” She said with slight disappointment. Legolas looked over at you with a small distain.

“While we’re on the subject of foresight... Is there any way you can examine Y/n or at least Arwen?” Elrond asked. You turned your vision to Galadriel. “Would you mind?” Galadriel asked. You stood up, moving to her. Thranduil moved so you could sit in his seat, you giving her your hands as you sat. “There are many things to see with you my dear.” She said, closing her eyes. “You have a strong will to protect. Very appropriate for a leader to have.” Galadriel said softly. Strider rose a brow as Galadriel opened her eyes, wide with surprise. “Is something wrong?” you asked. “You will sit upon a throne if the future is hopeful.” She said. “with the man.” She added, everyone’s vision going to Strider. “I don’t think--” “There is more to you than you are telling us.” She said. Strider swallowed hard, disturbed by this comment.

You looked at Galadriel and then Strider. “You are--” “stop.” you halted. Everyone looked to you. “I trust Strider. If he truly has been keeping another identity then he will tell me with time.” You said simply. “You put a lot of trust in someone who’s been lying to you.” Thranduil said, a disapproving look on his face. “It was foolish to assume is birth name was ‘Strider’ to begin with. I think it’s more of a title than an actual name.” You fired back. “She’s not wrong.” Strider said, clearing his throat. “We were well aware of the concealed identity.” Arwen said with a sigh. You looked over surprised. “Foresight runs within my veins as well.” She said. “You know?” Strider asked, now realizing how Elrond must’ve learned this. “I have known for two months.” She said, sipping on her elven wine. She must’ve told Elrond... She had to for him to just abruptly give him the ring. “Strider. A word.” You said, nodding to the doors.

You pulled him into another room. “What the hell is going on in there?” you asked. “I...” He sighed. “I will explain after this. It’ll make more sense.” He said. “Promise me that I can still trust you after this.” you said. He paused, looking in your eyes. “Promise me that you are going to be honest with this, and tell me the truth.” You said. He couldn’t lie to those eyes. Those beautiful, telling eyes. “I will try.” he said. You nodded before walking back in.

The evening continued, an awkward tension over everyone as time passed. Finally though, it was over, you and Strider walking to his room. “Are you going to explain?” you asked. He nodded, walking over to his pack. He pulled out the small silver band, it made to look like two serpents protecting the small emerald in the center. You recognized this and stared at him with wide eyes. “You’re... There’s no way.” You gaped. “I am Aragorn. Son of Arathorn II and Gilraen.” He said. You swallowed. “Now I know why you kept it from me. That’s... Quite a lot of information to process.” You gaped. “Take all the time you need, I understand if this makes things tense between--” “Why haven’t you made a claim for Gondor?” you asked. He put his hand on the back of his head, looking away. “I don’t trust myself to be a leader.” He admitted. “Why?” You asked. “My ancestor, the one from which I receive this ring from, is someone who became mad with power.” He said. You frowned. “What if temptation weakens me like it did him?” Aragorn asked. You stepped forward, lifting both of his hands and pulling back his sleeve and placing both of your thumbs on his veins. “You may share his blood Aragorn. But you will never be like Isildur.” you said softly. “How do you know that?” Aragorn asked. “Because Isildur wouldn’t have been worried about messing things up this badly to a point where he walked away from power.” You said. He looked down and you shook your head. “There’s a heart that beats strong in your chest, one that fights every day to be less like his ancestors. For that I find you honorable.” you said softly.

Aragorn swallowed hard, looking at you with wide eyes. “I should go to bed. Long day tomorrow.” you breathed. “Oh! What do you wish for me to call you?” you asked. “What?” He asked. “You’re clearly uncomfortable by your heritage so do you want me to call you ‘Strider’ or ‘Aragorn’?” You asked. He pondered. “Aragorn when we’re here or just you and me, Strider when we’re elsewhere and in the presence of others.” He said. “You got it, Aragorn.” you said, small smirk coming to play upon your lips as you left.

Aragorn looked at the silver band that now rested on his bed. When he first received this ring it almost seemed to mock him with intimidation. Tonight though, he finally had a voice, clear as day give him reason. For the first time, Aragorn didn’t hate his name. For the first time, he could actually breathe.

For the first time, he wore the ring.

#aragorn x reader #aragorn imagine #aragorn #lord of the rings

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lilacandladybugs · 4 years ago

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hi there!!! in your desc you say that your down to talk about your relationship w God, so could you please share some of your thoughts/experiences?? no need to answer if you don't feel like it, i'm just curious. have a nice day! <33

hey anon thanks so much i love asks like this and i just am very excited about it :D also sorry for the delayed response i was thinking about what to say because i think its important, saved my initial response to drafts, and then didn’t come back to it. I don’t know what i was thinking my drafts are not a safe place . they are where posts go to die. anyway—

i guess some people , think of god as a person. like he's some man who's gigantic in the sky somewhere who made humanity and then left us behind. and i think to me ive come to understand that God isn't like a person really. he is what was when there was nothing, and he is what will be after everything. in the Bible, the voice of God is so powerful that when he spoke, all of matter, light, momentum come into existence.

so when i talk about hearing God I don't feel like he's limited to vocally speaking to me. Since God is literally love, like the word love is used to describe things in relation to God. Like things are loving because they look like God. Things are beautiful, good, kind, wise, because they’re like God.

until i realized this about him i didn’t think i had very many experiences with God. I remember saying that if God were just going to write us a letter (the Bible) and then cut off all contact, it didn’t matter how good of a father he claimed to be that’s a terrible thing to do to anyone.

But he’s not like that. Eventually I figured that out, God is what was when there was nothing. If he spoke creation into existence, then the world around us is like the sound of his voice. So he isn’t limited to communicating by “speaking,” he can talk to us in so many ways.

I think the first time I noticed him was when three of my family members* died in a crash and a friend of mine was very depressed, and i went to a speech and debate tournament. and the lady who was working lunch was the first person to really look at me and i knew when she looked at me that she could /see/ me. she knew what was going on. her name was mrs. smith. I love Mrs. Smith so much, and she loved God so much. She loved people so much and so well, there wasn’t anyone else who could have done what she did she could pick out people who were struggling, and she could reach into their lives and draw the out and be the hands of God to them. Something bad happened while I was there and she like held me while I cried. I think that since then I’ve really been able to appreciate her, I see that as God’s placement of her in my life. There are not people like Mrs. Smith out there very often that I’ve been able to find. She had seen God too, and she knew what needed to be done and said to love people. She looked like God.

One thing Mrs. Smith told me was when I had a call with her because I was doing real bad and I told her I just wanted to be happy again. And she said, “why do you think kids are happy?” and I said, “They don’t know they dont have things to be sad about.” And she said, “yes but more specifically? What makes kids happy?”

And so I thought about it and I said, “Well like my little sister is happy about bubbles.”

And she said, “You still have bubbles, don’t you?”

That’s not like a cure for depression or anything. But her point was that there are things everywhere that we can smile about. Like even when it feels like there’s nothing at all, there is always at least one thing that exists that you can find a second to just smile at.

That idea also helped me to see God. When I went to church my pastor talked about all the ways that God created Earth for us to enjoy, how the sunrise and sunset has been going on continuously around the world for it’s whole existence, how it has been an ongoing promise of God’s presence since the beginning.

I just started to notice him ig. Like in Mrs. Smith, in my friends who were the only people who could have talked to me about certain things, happy coincidences, and small promises and small hellos from God over and over in a thousand different ways.

K but. . That didn’t stop me from being really depressed right? I remember over the summer I realized that my just all surrounding pressing anger was at God, and that I felt like he had abandoned me. I was just like seething in anger like how he FUCk could he have left me alone to watch my friends die like that? Like I was in so much pain? @/God wtf? You know? I was telling a friend about this one night and I like intellectually I was so convinced God existed so I was really struggling with reconciling these two ideas, God is real and also he /feels/ like he isn’t. He feels so absent and he feels like he doesn’t care.

The next morning I went to Church, and the guy talking (he was a guest speaker) was talking about grief. The topic was so upsetting that I left the room to go and like cry and I texted my friend, “hey this is really upsetting, i genuinely dont know if i can do this.” (it was making me feel panicky) and my friend said, “you’re really going to tell me that last night you were saying that you aren’t sure if God cares about your grief, and then God SHOWS UP puts an answer in front of you on a fucking silver platter, and you aren’t even going to LISTEN?”

and i was like oh well when you put it like that lmao—

I just felt the presence of God when he was talking idek how to explain it. He used the lord of the rings as an analogy and I cried because I had been using lotr as a way of explaining my experiences to people as well. And he said that God loves us, and that we are promised that we will live together in heaven, and that he will say well done my good and faithful servant. because I guess okay, sin, death and suffering are all as a result of what Christians call “the Fall” which is basically humanity walking away from God. When that happened, death entered the world, because when we separate ourselves from the giver of life we die. But God refused for that to be the end of the story, sacrificing himself in our place, dying, and then three days later rising again. So the point is that we already have assurance that we’re going to be with God again one day as believers. And so even as we grieve we have this assurance that God has already conquered, and while we’re suffering we know what the end of the story is going to be already. When we allow God to be in the center of our life, we enter into that promise. We already know that we’re going to be like Sam and Frodo, when Aragorn comes down to them and says, “You bow to no one.” God will say, “Well done my good and faithful servant.”

And I know that I’m doing a bad job of explaining it but the sermon wasn’t for my mind. My mind was convinced. It was somehow for something way harder to do, it was for my heart, and it did that. I felt at peace.

I’ve said before (x) (x) that I felt like when I experienced God, it was like I was lying outside in a gutter beat up staring up at the stars. But it’s also like going on a walk through a meadow and looking at flowers, and laughing with your friends, and sitting in the summer night listening to cicadas. God is there, in the whisper. He loves you.

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aspiring-ginger · 5 years ago

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Thunderstorms Ch. 2 (Fellowship x Reader)

Summary: Reader gets the Fellowship ready for bed, how the heck is she going to have room for everyone?

Warnings: Language

Word count: 2,496

Pairing(s): Platonic Fellowship of the ring x fem!reader, eventual romantic interest (Lord of the Rings)

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A/N: This one was fun to write! Reader is going to have some nice moments with each member of the Fellowship before the final romantic pairing is decided, so this chapter has a bit of Legolas! I am keeping a tally of who you guys want the reader to end up with, so go ahead and put your votes in lol

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Masterlist I Previous

You left the fellowship standing around your kitchen table while you went looking for candles and flashlights. It did cross your mind that the majority of the fellowship wasn’t even human so they might be able to see better in the dark, but you needed the light and using just your phone wasn’t going to cut it. It was probably for the best that you needed to grab these anyway, so you could use this time to process what the actual fuck was going on.

No matter how many times you pinched yourself, the fellowship was still standing in your kitchen. It was fucking bonkers and you knew it. Hopefully you would be able to put them all to bed quickly so you could sleep and when you woke up it was all a dream and there weren’t eight strange men in your house. God, you hoped it really was a dream.

You managed to find a few scented candles that you currently balanced in your arms as you returned to the kitchen. The hobbits were still seated at the table, busy whispering to each other with wide eyes. Aragorn and Legolas seemed to be discussing something in Elvish. They both seemed tense so it could actually be an argument, but honestly you had no idea. Boromir saw you struggling with the candles, so he strode over and took several from your hands. You tried to protest but he simply waved it off saying it was the least he could do for your generous hospitality. He helped you spread the candles throughout your house and watched curiously as you lit them using a lighter. You caught the hobbits’ attention as well when you put the last candle down in the middle of the table.

“What’s that, there? You tryn’ to use some sort of a weapon on us?” Sam asked, eyeing the lighter in your hands.

You shook your head. “No, no. I’m just lighting the candle, see?” You clicked the lighter so the small flame would come out of the tip, then lit the candle.

“Is that some sort of magic?” Pippin asked.

“Why are you lighting the candles now? Don’t you have any torches or candles already lit?” Merry chimed in.

You handed the lighter over to Pippin so he could get a closer look. Wait shit, was that really the best idea to give it to him, of all people? Well, it was too late now as he was already twirling it around in his hands and fiddling with the trigger to try and light it. It was only a tiny lighter anyway, it wasn’t like he could actually set anything on fire….you hoped.

“Hm? Oh, it’s dark because the power’s out.” Merry gave you a blank stare so you clarified, “Our lights run on electricity, not fire. The storm must’ve hit a generator or something, so the power’s not on. I can’t turn any lights on without it.”

“Does this normally happen, lass?” Gimli piped up from his spot in the corner.

“No, we haven’t had a storm this bad in a long time, and if the power ever does go out it’s usually only for a couple seconds.”

“Well, the candles smell wonderful.” Boromir added with a smile. You smiled back and excused yourself to get them towels. Seriously, they were making puddles on your floor. You saw the lights flicker back on in your office as you grabbed them. At least that was one less thing to worry about.

“Alright, the power’s back on now, but I’m not gonna turn on a ton of lights because it’s late and it’ll be bright.” You explained as you handed out the towels.

Tackling one problem at a time- the power was back on, and the fellowship was drying off. Now you had to figure out where everyone could sleep. This was going to be a real challenge. Two could fit in your parent’s bed, two in the guest bed. One on the loveseat, and either one or two on the couch. You had a small pullout couch underneath your loft bed you had since childhood, but that would mean one of them would have to sleep with you in your room. That might not sit well with them wanting to preserve your honor and hospitality. They had their sleeping packs with them and you had a sleeping bag as well, but you didn’t want them to have to sleep on the floor. Especially since you had no idea how long they would be staying and they’d been on the road for so long it felt wrong to make one of them sleep on the floor. You supposed you could clean off the couch that was downstairs in the family room, but it was sort of dirty. Sighing, you explained this to them, which they all assured you it would be no problem should some of them need their bedrolls.

“I’ll give you a tour of the house, and then you all can decide where you want to sleep.” They all nodded in agreement. “So, you’re standing in my kitchen. Do you have any questions?” You asked as you flipped on the light.

“Will you show us how to use your equipment?” Sam asked, “We’d hate to have you cooking all by yourself. And I’d like to learn to help, if I could.”

“Sure, but we can worry about that in the morning. I think we could all use some sleep first.”

You led them throughout your house turning the lights on as you went. They didn’t have any questions, but you figured that all this was overwhelming so you didn’t launch into any explanations unprompted.

After some discussion among themselves they came to a decision- Frodo and Sam would sleep in the guest bed downstairs, Aragorn on the couch also downstairs (he wanted to stay close to Frodo in case anything happened), Gimli took the loveseat and Boromir the couch in the living room. Merry and Pippin would sleep in your parents’ bed upstairs. Legolas insisted he lay out his bedroll down with Gimli and Boromir, he refused to sleep in your room.

“Please, Legolas. You’ve been through so much, just take the pull out couch,” you pleaded, “We wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed or anything. I promise, it’s fine.”

“No, I could not. Elves do not sleep the way Men do, you need not worry. I will be alright.”

“If you don’t need as much sleep as humans, then it would be alright if you slept on the couch! We wouldn’t disturb each other, and you don’t have to stay in there once you wake up. I just want you all to be comfortable. Please, it’s the least I could do.”

“Would it not be improper, my lady? What would your husband think?” Boromir cut in.

“What? No no, I’m not married. Nooo way. It’s just me in the house, my parents are out of town and won’t be home for a long time. Besides this is a...weird situation, but you’re my guests so everything here is yours. I would give up my bed if I needed to, but I have a feeling you guys wouldn’t like that.” They shook their heads. “There’s nothing wrong with a friend sleeping in the same room and hey it’s 2020 so it doesn’t matter what gender. At least for tonight. If you want to move tomorrow I promise I won’t be offended.” You offered a final plea.

Legolas caved. “As long as it is what the Lady wishes.”

You held up your hand “Okay let me just get this straight- I’m not a lady. Just call me (Y/n), I don’t have a title. I’m not nobility or super rich or anything so you’re not offending my honor or whatever by calling me by my name.”

They nodded in response, but you weren’t sure if they would actually listen.

“Okay, you all can start setting up your stuff and getting ready for bed. I’ll bring pillows and blankets, and I can dry any of your clothes. I’ll get you all some stuff you can wear tomorrow.”

You set everything up, the fellowship trailing behind you until their respective ‘beds’ were made. Just Legolas was left, so you told him to get ready however he needed and you would change in the bathroom. Oh shit. The bathroom. You would have to explain that to them. You called them back upstairs and quickly gave them a run down of the bathroom, water in the kitchen should they need it, and whoever was the first to wake would come wake you up as well. Racking your brain, there wasn’t anything else you could think of.

You set up the couch for Legolas, then climbed up into your bed. You weren’t sure if you should say goodnight. Honestly, why did you push so hard to have this elf sleeping in your goddamn room? You laid there contemplating if you really should say something, if it would be more awkward to say something or not say anything at all, it was taking too long to decide so if you spoke up now it might be weird-

“Thank you for the bed. Sleep well, (Y/n).” Legolas softly called up to you, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“It’s really no problem. Goodnight.”

You rolled over and tried to sleep. Minutes ticked by but you just could not fall asleep. Your thoughts were racing far too quickly. What if you said something while you were sleeping? Moved around too much? Made too much noise? Oh god, what if you farted? Why, why, why did you push so hard for him to stay with you? There was an elven prince sleeping underneath you. A real, actual elven prince. You flopped around in your bed to try and get a more comfortable position. Every time you did, you paused and winced realizing that your huffing and rustling around could keep Legolas up, too. Seriously, why did you think this was a good idea? By the time you finally began to drift off, you had no idea if Legolas was actually asleep. He hadn’t made a single sound since he bid you goodnight. Well, you could just apologize tomorrow for keeping him up.

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You woke the next morning to a soothing voice calling your name. You groaned as you looked around, who would be waking you up this early? Rolling over, your eyes met with soft blue ones. Oh. Legolas was still here, in your bedroom. It wasn’t a dream after all.

“Ah, good morning, (Y/n). I believe I heard some of my friends beginning to stir downstairs. I woke you so you might have time to dress before the hobbits bust down your door,” he chuckled, “They can get quite hungry in the morning, and I’m sure seeing a fully equipped kitchen has only made their hunger worse.”

“Oh, thank you.” You instinctively pulled your blanket closer to your chest. “Did you sleep alright last night? I’m sorry if I kept you up.”

Legolas’s laughter was bright and clear. “You needn’t worry. The dwarf snores far louder than your tossing and turning. I was still able to dream. If you like, I shall step out into the hall so you may prepare for the day in private.”

You hummed in thought. If the fellowship really was stuck with you now, they would eventually see you in your pajamas. It might be better if it was sooner than later so they could get used to it.

“Oh no, it’s alright. I’ll just use the bathroom, you don’t have to leave.” You climbed down your ladder and scooped up a bra and a brush, sticking them under your arm in an attempt to hide the fact you were carrying your undergarments.

You went through your usual morning routine, double checking to put on deodorant and a little perfume. The non-humans had sharper senses right? You didn’t want to smell bad, ugh that would be embarrassing. As you exited the bathroom you heard loud snoring from downstairs. That must’ve been what Legolas was talking about. When you came back into your room, you found Legolas examining your things. His attention seemed to be on your bookshelf.

He had taken off his outer tunic and bracers leaving just his blue undershirt and trousers. His boots and socks were neatly placed beside the end table next to the couch. His weapons leaned against it as well, the string removed from his bow.

“Would you like some tea or coffee? Wait, do you guys even have coffee?”

“Coffee is not a common drink with the elves, but the halflings might enjoy it. Everyone enjoys tea.”

“Cool. You can pick out what kind.”

Legolas followed you downstairs and into the kitchen. It was still early, the sun was barely poking over the tops of the trees. Gimli and Boromir were still asleep and Aragorn appeared to be waking up. There was no sign of the hobbits just yet. You pulled out your rather large selection of tea for Legolas to look through while you started on breakfast. Who doesn’t like waking up to the smell of food, right?

You didn’t have that much in your fridge so nothing too fancy, but you did have eggs and bacon. You took what little vegetables you had left and added it to the scrambled eggs- a few mushrooms, some spinach, a little onion, and some cheese. You put some bread in the toaster for good measure. Aragorn came up to join you, taking a seat across from Legolas. He launched into a conversation with him in elvish after saying good morning. Eventually, Legolas handed you a box of regular green tea and you put the kettle on.

The others began to shuffle into the kitchen when breakfast was closer to being ready. Aragorn, Boromir, and Legolas all offered to help, so you put them to work setting the dining room table and bringing kitchen chairs in to make room for everyone. You were quite pleased with what you were able to come up with, but now you definitely had to go to the store. Which meant leaving them home alone. Maaaybe not such a great idea.

The hobbits seemed particularly happy with what you made, the mushrooms especially. Everyone happily sipped their tea and enjoyed their meals, making light conversation. Legolas and Aragorn were speaking to each other in elvish again, much to your annoyance, while Merry and Pippin described the dreams they had that night. Boromir and Gimli laughed on and added their dreams for good measure. It was easy to see how well everyone got along with each other, and the hobbits were kind enough to bring you into the discussion as well. This isn’t exactly how you thought your spring was going to go, but it sure was going to be lots of fun.

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poptod · 5 years ago

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The Dead Heed No Lies (Ch. 1)

Description: Your job isn't as simple as it was when you first started out. Before you know it, you're hunting down an old God who happens to be a kleptomaniac with an overgrown sense of justice, alongside a 4,000 year old corpse who occasionally commits first degree murder.

Notes: This is an older fic that I’ve decided to continue! I called it the ‘untitled NatM 4 movie’ so think of it like that. I have plans for this and I really hope I do this storyline justice because I just love it so much. Word Count: 2.3k

Chapter One: Life’s a Sham

You loved your job. No, truly, you did - working in a museum was one thing you knew you actually wanted in life. Still, keeping this in mind, you hadn’t exactly signed up for needing to complete a reorganization of every file in the whole goddamn museum within the span of a week.

How long had your boss worked at the place anyway? High time to retire, you thought, heading to the A section. And just because you worked at night didn’t mean he could abuse you any way he liked.

Long night ahead of me, you thought, wishing that you’d bought some sort of energy drink before clocking in. Instead, you took a bite of the scone you’d gotten, looking through the first box.

Aaron Copland, American musician, died 1990. You wondered why that was in there, it was pretty recent after all.

Aaron Burr, you understood that.

Oh, they were out of order.

You fixed them.

Moving on…

A few (more than a few) minutes later, actual exhibits in the museum.

The giant Anubis statues guarding the King Ahkmenrah exhibit, those needed to be reordered. AH came before AN. Even though the Pharaoh exhibit had been moved away.

‘Anubis, an ancient Egyptian deity is connected mainly with the underworld, being the guardian of the underworld, referred to as Duat. He protects the dead, ushering them into the underworld, like a modern day reaper. He is also the god of embalming, and is believed to have invented the process. He has two forms - one, man like, with the head of a jackal, ears alert and sporting a red ribbon. His other form is that of a jackal or a black dog, the fur color a stark difference from the brown of jackals.’

Why am I reading this? I know this already. I have a goddamn major in Egyptian mythology.

American Civil War, that was in the right place.

Ancient Egypt.

Ancient Greece.

Anglo-Saxons, what was that doing there? Belonged in the British museum of history. Though, you supposed it didn’t hurt to have a little European history in America.

Anne of Cleves.

Austro-Hungarian Army.

Bayeaux Tapestry.

Boleyn, Anne.

Booth, Charles.

British Empire.

A wretchedly loud sound came from upstairs, like the stomping of hordes of elephants, all intent on making you crazy. You groaned to yourself, taking a deep steadying breath before continuing. Noises were none of your business. That was the security details’ issue. Though… looking to the side, you found a plastic knife, thinking it couldn’t hurt to be… armed? Could you consider a plastic knife being armed? You grabbed it anyway.

Calvin, John.

Caribbean History.

Castles of Britain, followed by Scotland and Wales.

Catherine of Aragorn.

Cattle Industry of America.

Charles the First.

China.

Civil War, America and English.

Cold War.

Crime and Punishment.

Danish Holocaust.

Dresden Bombing.

A loud honking of a horn, followed by a cacophony of party music. What the hell was going on up there?

You stood, fuming, the papers in your hands falling to the ground you were previously sitting on. Dealing with your lousy job was one thing, but having terrible upstairs neighbors at the same time? That was a whole other deal, and certainly not one you signed up for. With clenched fists still grasping the plastic knife you stormed towards the door leading to the stairs, which would take you into the break room, which in turn would lead to the lobby.

The trek up the stairs took a little bit out of you, but you continued, panting lightly and still fuming with anger. Before you could open the door to the main room though, McPhee entered the break room, laughing to himself.

“Sir?” You stopped, unclenching, hoping to not make a bad impression.

“Oh! Uh, you. What’s - what’s going on?” He asked, fumbling over his words like usual, playing with his hands in a dainty sort of way.

“It’s loud out there, I was wondering what was happening, sounds sort of…” you peeked out the half open door, trying to see what was out there, but he shut it far too fast to be considered ordinary. “Abnormal.”

“Yes, well, um, we’ve got uh, guests.”

“I know. From the British museum? Isn’t partying at midnight sort of… against the rules?” You asked cautiously, never knowing when he’d go full speech without knowing words on you.

“Right, it is, but -“

“McPHEE?!” A loud, female voice you didn’t recognize came from the other side of the door, loud pounding fists as its’ partner. “DEXTER STOLE THE KEYS AGAIN!” She panted for a moment, the pounding stopped. “I can’t find the bloody monkey and now he’s let out all the lions and they’re the only ones I don’t know what to do with.”

McPhee closed his eyes, letting out a quiet, tired breath. His facade, if you could call it that, and been broken, and it only left you more thoroughly confused than you had been before.

“McPhee, are you in there??”

“Yes,” he hissed, prolonging the ’s’.

“Doctor, could you explain what exactly is happening?” You asked, starting to not care that he was now having two separate conversations with you and the woman behind the door. Apparently, someone had stolen the keys, and you had live lions in the museum which was COMPLETELY against regulations, and why did McPhee know about it? The man you knew would never allow animals into the museum.

“Is there someone else in there?!” The woman from behind the door rapped on it three times, presumably with her knuckles from the sharp sound. In the distance, you heard someone scream ‘goal,’ followed by an uproar of cheers.

“Are you playing soccer in there?” You asked him incredulously, not caring if he was the curator. No matter his rank, no matter how much you needed a job, you couldn’t stand for such misuse of a museum.

“Uh -“

The door opened before he could explain himself, the woman from the British museum stumbling through. She left the door wide open as she entered, keys grasped tight in her hand, letting you see outside.

A whole lot of people in costumes were running about, throwing a party. How in the world had McPhee authorized that?

“It’s not what it looks like,” he said quickly, his eyes rapidly switching between the woman and you.

“Really? Cause it looks like you’re throwing a party in a museum,” you said, eyes wide and your anger fully returned.

“Who are you?” The British woman turned to you, still out of breath and looking just about as confused as you were.

“I’m the archivist, and you are holding an illegal party, you’re not supposed to invite people onto the premises after -“

“Honestly, would you shut up and let me show you? We’re not holding a… party, or whatever you called it, it’s… something else,” McPhee said cryptically, obviously trying to hold back information. You were miffed, crossing your arms, and doubtful at his intentions. Still, he was your boss, and you ought to give him the benefit of the doubt. He hadn’t failed you yet. With a deep breath you slowly nodded, allowing the two of them to lead you out the door.

A dinosaur.

Made of bones.

An actual, live dinosaur was staring at you, and it wanted to play fetch.

“That’s, uh, Rexy, I believe Larry called him. Harmless, mostly,” McPhee explained, waving to the dead yet animate animal. It only stopped for a moment to notice the three of you before continuing to chase after a toy car, one of its’ bones tied behind it. Your mouth fell open in disbelief, eyes wide with a general panic that you knew consciously wasn’t deserved, but you couldn’t convince yourself of it.

The whole room was filled with historical figures, ones whose statues you’d stared at for so long as a child, in wonder and curiosity but now you no longer wondered, you no longer imagined - they were there. Whether you wanted it or not, they were there, and they were loud.

“That’d be the Huns, apparently it took your old night guard for-ever to get them to get along,” the woman said, shaking her head.

“Who… what…” you mumbled, in a daze of disbelief.

“The Tablet of Ahkmenrah,” the woman said in a dramatic voice, using jazz hands to accentuate the wonder, but it didn’t do much for you. You’d heard of the tablet, sure, but it wasn’t at your museum anymore. It had been transported to the British museum -

Oh. It all clicked together, why you hadn’t heard the noise before, why McPhee knew what was happening, what the cause was.

Of course, that’d be if magic was real.

“Show me,” you said, not wanting to completely discount their story. The woman looked utterly delighted, while McPhee looked mostly uncomfortable, fiddling with the bottom of his jacket, an awkward smile on his face. Your eye twitched as the two of you made eye contact. In less than a moment, you turned back, following the woman towards wherever she was taking you.

“What’s your name anyway?” You asked as she led you through a crowd of historical figures.

“Tilly. Yours?”

“Uh -“ You were quickly interrupted by Tilly, who ran into Christopher Columbus.

This can’t be happening, you thought to yourself, as Tilly apologized in Italian to Columbus. Columbus, made fully of silver black stone or steel, bowed his head with a smile, returning to his soccer game with the Neanderthals, who seemed quite excitable in the presence of Tilly.

“I, uh, this is -“

“A lot? I know. My first night taking care of my museum was, well, a disaster,” she laughed to herself, rolling her eyes in an ‘oh, you,’ sort of way. “Anyway, here we are!”

An empty, closed off room. The room mean to house the Pharaoh, who had been delivered to the British - what was she thinking?

“Oh, right,” she mumbled to herself, rubbing her chin methodically as she stared at the ground. You waited patiently, admiring the art of the room.

“Guess we’ll have to find the King himself, should be somewhere,” she said, pulling you by the wrist down the hallway. A few more turns and you were at the balcony of the lobby, and at the halfway point of one of the stairs, on the platform, was a man dressed in ancient Egyptian garb, golden robes flowing in a way unlike any cloth you’d ever seen. After all, a whole lot of old cloth was like that, well made, thin and light yet warm.

She led you down the staircase, stopping behind the King, who was apparently manning a DJ station.

You felt yourself get lightheaded. It simply wasn’t possible. It couldn’t happen, not physically. It disobeyed everything you ever knew, every wish you convinced yourself wouldn’t be fulfilled.

“Oh, hello!” The King turned around, having just been alerted of your presence by Tilly tapping him on the back. His gaze first landed on her, then on you, tilting his head to the side with a curious smile.

“My friend here is, uh, new. Doesn’t believe that all this is real,” Tilly explained, and the King gave her a knowing look, bending down to pick up what you assumed was going to be the tablet.

“I’m just an archivist, I don’t think I’m supposed to be here,” you said over the loud music, suddenly feeling quite like you were going to be sick. It felt too much like a fantastical story. You just read and studied fantastical stories. You didn’t star in them.

Yet, here you were, being handed a tablet made of pure gold.

“Uh… cool,” you breathed out, holding something in your hands that costed more than your life. As soon as opportunity let you, you gave it back to the King.

“I am Ahkmenrah,” his eyes flickered over to Tilly before coming back to you, resting soft and welcoming on yours. “What shall I call you?”

“Uh, (Y/N),” you stuttered, blinking furiously, as though it’d wake you up from a dream come true.

“Well, (Y/N), welcome to the party,” he laughed, turning back around to choose another song.

“I’m gonna sit down,” you whimpered, collapsing onto the steps behind you. Tilly looked like she was going to stop you, but decided against it, her hands coming back to her sides.

“I’ll let you catch your breath, okay?” She said with a smile, patting your back and leaving down the steps. You watched as she left, joining one of the Neanderthals in dancing.

“It’s a bit overwhelming, isn’t it?” The King said, sitting down beside you. Despite being dressed in royal clothing, and speaking in a rather posh manner, he acted human. In that moment, you appreciated it.

“Yeah… why, um, how do you speak, uh, English?” You asked, turning to face him.

“I went to Cambridge. As a display,” he said, quickly correcting himself. You nodded, turning to face forward again.

“I’ve never been to England,” you murmured.

“It’s nice. Cold,” he joked, laughing to himself. You joined in weakly, still feeling overwhelmed. You continued staring forward for a while, letting yourself wonder if this was reality, or if you were hallucinating, but he must’ve noticed your silence as he cleared his throat.

“Would you like some water?”

“What?” You asked, turning to him, pulled out of your thoughtless trance. “No, I’m alright. It’s a lot.”

“I know. Imagine waking up in a coffin every night,” he joked, but it fell flat. It sounded flat out miserable.

“I’m going to go lie down,” you mumbled out, your voice cracking as you stood. He immediately stood with you, before pausing, hesitant to follow you.

“Uh - I hope you, uh, feel better!” He called to you as you left down the stairs. Before he was out of earshot you heard him curse to himself, but you didn’t care to think what he was so troubled with. Was that a little cruel? Sure. Selfish? Definitely, but you’d just found out that all the exhibits were going to come to life at night, and that magic definitely existed and all those fictional Egyptian Gods you’d studied for so long were most likely real.

You needed time to process… and maybe to scream a little.

#ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah #Night at the Museum #rami malek character #rami malek #male reader #Female reader #ahkmenrah x male reader #ahkmenrah x female reader

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 5 years ago

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Dimension Jumping pt. 1

The Fellowship of the Ring x Reader

But a lot of the stories are about the reader falling into Middle Earth…. what about the other way around? If you wanted to do all the characters, you could do a point after they left Rivendell, before they split up?

Like for example, after Gandalf ‘dies’, and it could be something sweet and cute or whatnot where the reader helps them grieve a bit, give them a bit of a rest before continuing on their journey?

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Weekends have always been your favorite time of the week.

No responsibilities, sleeping in, more time, freedom, the list goes on and on.

Your weekends are usually spent idly doing things you enjoy, like sleeping, and lot’s of stress free activities.

Not this weekend though, for when you got home after a grocery run, you were met with quite the surprise.

A total of 8… people? lay strewn about in your living room seemingly unconscious. They are dressed in odd clothes, holding medieval looking weapons, and they look rather raggedy and dirty. Four of them are extremely small, and if it weren’t for their older looking faces, you would’ve thought them to be children. There’s also a handsome blond with pointy ears, a short red headed, bearded… man, and two semi-regular looking tall dudes.

Your groceries fall from your arms and land on your carpeted floor, but you barely pay that any mind since you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the pile of people in the middle of your damn living room.

Your floofy white dog Penny is sniffing around them, but she doesn’t seem to be alarmed nor agitated by their presence, so that’s good at least. She’s an excellent judge of character after all. Eventually she settles down next to the tall guy with dark brown hair, and though you don’t like that she’s next to these strangers, you allow it.

The sound of your things falling to the ground seems to rouse them, and you watch as the man wearing dark clothing with dark hair opens his eyes and groans quietly. At first his eyes scan around the room, then they fall upon you.

He sits up slowly, still eyeing you as he glances down at his small child-looking friends. A look of relief passes his expression before he looks at you once more, saying nothing while the rest of his merry band of crazies begin to sit up.

This is supposed to be your fucking day off, and this shit happens? A bunch of renaissance weirdos laying in your house, making your clean carpet dirty.

“You know what, no.” You state loudly, successfully startling the dark haired man, “This is my weekend off, and I am not dealing with this. Whatever this is."

You turn on your heel and begin picking up your groceries, though you remain vigilant incase one of them intends to try something.

Once you’ve gathered all your discarded things you stand again and look behind you, seeing that most of them are on their feet and looking at you and your home as if you’re some alien in a structure unknown to them. You quickly look forward again and go to your kitchen, placing everything on your counters while you try to decide how the hell you’re going to deal with this.

You look over your counter at the still staring people and ask slowly, "Does… anyone want a snack?”

Two of the small blonde men perk up when you say ‘snack’, so you take that as a yes and begin preparing apples, celery, and peanut butter for everyone to eat.

By the time you’re done cutting up the apples you’ve only got two left, but you just sigh and bring out a tray with the snack and place it on the coffee table.

The two blond… boys? run over to it immediately, but are halted by a sharp “No.” from the brown-haired guy.

Said brown-haired guy is looking at you distrustfully, and you feel your blood begin to boil with his distrust (even though HE is in YOU home).

“Okay dude, I get you don’t know me or whatever but you guys literally broke into my house, so if anyone is supposed to be cautious here it’s me. M. E. Me. I’m offering your… children…? Adult babies? Boys? Food, and damnit if they want it then they’re gonna eat it.” Your little outburst gets you several shocked looks, but you’re so FUCKING tired, you’ve just got no energy to deal with this.

“We 'broke into your house’?” He repeats slowly, “I have no recollection of our relocation to your… house, and I’ve never seen someone of your caliber, nor a place so… odd, before. So forgive me if I am skeptical of our suspiciously willing host.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm, and it successfully ruffles your self control.

“Now you listen here Mr. Broody, I’m not about to get sass in my own home. By god if Penny didn’t seem to love you so much I would vaporize you where you stand!” Big talk for such a small person, yes, but you stand by your statement.

Only you don’t get the reaction you were expecting, because suddenly everyone looks horrified.

“You can do that?” One of the small blond boys(?) gasps, scooting closer to his look-alike.

The guy you were mouthing off to grabs the hilt of his -is that a fucking sword?!- weapon and steps in front of the small guys. The tall blond dude, other actual human, and short ginger haired man do the same, and suddenly you feel a lot less satisfied.

“Woah there fellas, It’s a figure of speech!” You say quickly, raising your hands in a surrender motion.

Penny senses your sudden distress, so she bounds over to you and presses her nose against your knee in a way meant to gather your attention. You glance down at her and visibly relax before looking back up at the still tense men in front of you.

“Tough crowd…” You reach down slowly and pat Penny’s head, watching as their eyes follow your movements. “Okay, look. I’m not going to like, poison you or whatever you’re afraid of. How about we start with introductions, hm?"

The same guy from before nods his head slowly (it seems he’s the leader here) and tells you a little hesitantly, "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. A Ranger, also known as Strider by most."

What in the ever loving hell did he just say?

You can’t even stop the laughter from bellowing out of you, because this is just so god damn ridiculous and completely baffling. You grasp your stomach and double over with laughter while everyone else just watches silently and confusedly.

Eventually your laughter begins to subside when your sides start to hurt, so you stand up a bit straighter and wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, "Ahaha, ah… wow that’s good. But really though, I’m not looking for stage names bud, I’m being serious here.”

This 'Aragorn’ doesn’t seem to find it as funny as you do. “Stage names? No, I believe you are misunderstanding.”

The smile on your face drops and you suddenly don’t find it as funny either. “So… your name is actually Aragorn then?” Well, maybe not all of them have weird names, “Right, then what about the rest of you?"

The other guy who looks like an actual human speaks up next, "I am Boromir, son of Denethor and Captain of Gondor.” Oh heck.

Blondie comes up next, “I am Legolas from the woodland realm.”

Shortie #1, “Gimli Son of Gloin."

The small dark haired man child comes forward, "I am Frodo Baggins, and these are my friends Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck."

"What the-” you pause and cover Penny’s ears, “Fuck is all of this?"

It seems your actions amuse the taller dudes because their stand-offish demeanors diminish as they seem to deem you harmless (I mean who covers their dogs ears when cursing? Clearly you’re pathetic).

"I’m afraid I don’t know what to tell you.” Mr. Aragorn states.

“Well, start with where you come from, maybe?”

They all share a look before 'Legolas’ states, “We come from Middle Earth and have just traveled through the Mines of Moria."

You literally don’t know what any of that means.

"Well, alright. Right now, I can tell you that you’re on Regular Earth and in my living room.” You don’t mean to be so sarcastic, but both the functional and rational parts of your brain are failing you big time, “Do you know how you got here?"

You get 8 respective no’s, and while you expected that, it’s no less frustrating. "Shoulda seen that one coming, I guess."

The Gimli character looks you up and down and asks in his gruff voice, "And what about you, you’ve not told us who you are."

"Oh, right, my bad. I’m Y/N, and this cutie,” you reach down and pick up Penny’s front paws from the ground and wave them at the group, “Is Penny. She is the softest, sweetest, and cutest doggo you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. Disrespect her and there will be consequences."

You stand back up and pat Penny’s head, watching as they all nod their understanding and appear rather nervous suddenly.

"That was also a joke.”

Most of them relax.

You tap your foot a few times and seem to think over your options, looking away from them and out the window.

Clearly there is something very wrong going on here, so you can’t just throw them out, but at the same time you don’t have enough energy to deal with this today. And there’s the very real possibility that they could be psychos. But there’s also the fact that they seem to be a little worse for wear, some of them have puffy eyes, and is that blood? Their disheveled and tired appearances tug at your heart strings, and you find yourself wanting to help them.

“Okay, against my better judgement I have decided that I’m going to welcome the lot of you into my house until we can figure out what the hell is going on here.” This seems to surprise Aragorn and his two tall besties. “I don’t know why… but something is telling me that I should help you out, so I guess that’s what I’m going to do.”

Two of the small blond ones smile brightly, but you haven’t finished yet.

“But!” Their smiles drop and everyone seems rather serious again, “If any of you try anything funny or start any trouble, I will kick all of you out. I don’t know any of you, and you all have weapons. So if I’m gonna let you stay then you’re going to have to behave.”

“Miss Y/N, you do not have to-” Aragorn begins, but you put up your hand and shake your head.

“It’s fine. Just please don’t break anything, and if Penny wants head pats you had better give them to her."

It seems your rules are fair enough, because you get 8 more head nods.

The two small people attack the snack you made finally, and you find that you can’t help but to laugh a bit.

A thought then strikes you, "Oh!"

Everything pauses and every looks at you again, more alert, but you just roll your eyes at how on edge they are.

"I was just going to say that I have two bathrooms is anyone wants to wash up.”

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years ago

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Next to You

Prompt: Injury + angst (Content Challenge Day 3)

Pairing: Haldir x Female Reader

Rating: T

Word count: 1086

Warnings: Angst, serious injury (non-graphic), near-death

Challenge participants: @game-ofthe-company @grunid @themerriweathermage @errruvande @the-reformed-ringwraith

A/n Hello! Welcome to Day 3 of my content challenge! You can find the challenge’s masterlist here and my personal masterlist here. While planning this fic, I listened to “Next to You” by Little Big Town, so that’s where I got the title from. As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated, and let me know if you would like to be added to a tag list. Okay, happy (or sad) reading :)

Translations: Melethronen - My beloved (masculine form) // Meleth e-Guilen- love of my life

The moment I hear the creak, I’m on my feet. Whether it be friend or foe on the other side of those doors, I’m getting out of here.

I still cannot believe he tricked me into getting locked in the cave. Sure, I’m not as experienced a fighter as he, but it is not as if I am without skill. I came with the armed company for a reason, I should have been at the battle.

The human women regard me curiously, wondering if my ears have picked up on something theirs have not. Ignoring their questioning and fearful stares, I plant myself at an angle to the side of one of the large doors, knives at the ready.

The doors push inward, and gasps of joy fill the air — for it is men who greet us, not orc.

Retuning my knives to their scabbards, I run past this group of battle-weary soldiers in search of my own. I catch fleeting glances of various ellyn who traveled with us, though I can’t let myself relax or share in the happiness of their safety. Not until…

“Y/n!”

Aragorn’s voice travels from my right, and I whip my head in his direction. He is filthy, soaking wet, and covered in various cuts and bruises, but he is alive.

My sigh of relief is stolen the moment I see his face.

“Oh gods,” I whimper, my body seizing with dread. I do not remember how to take in breath, and my lungs ache for it. Sharp pain shoots up my knees, and Aragorn’s rough hands grip my shoulders, pulling me from the ground.

“Come quickly,” he mutters, dragging me through the crowds.

I break through the initial shock, and my mind puts the pieces together. Aragorn said to come quickly which means he’s not dead…not—not…not yet. With that, I break into a sprint, and Aragorn, exhausted though he must be, speeds up too, leading me to the Halls of Healing.

I burst through the open doors, turning my head violently to see every angle of the room. Any spot that can be used for triage is occupied, and the hall reeks with the smell of the dead and dying. Just when I think he is not here and am ready to accuse Aragorn of taking me to the wrong place, I see three heads of perfect blond hair, and I choke on a sob.

Stumbling over bedrolls and piles of medical supplies, I push through the cavernous room, stopping just behind the two straight-backed ellyn I know as well as my own family.

Orophin turns first, and when he realizes it’s me, his face contorts in pained grief.

I don’t want to go any closer.

I don’t want to see my husband, my favorite person in all the world, the only one I’ll ever love, lying lifeless and in pain.

But I will not abandon him now. Tears blur my vision as I step forward—

And nearly collapse again.

It is only Rumil’s arms that keep me upright, and I bring a shaking hand to my mouth, trying to force back the cries ripping from my throat.

Haldir’s head sways, and he flutters open unfocused eyes.

“Oh,” I gasp, pushing myself from Rumil’s hold and trying to pull myself together. Haldir needs you right now. You can do whatever you have to do later. For now, focus on him…focus on him while—while you still can.

As gently as possible, I sit on the edge of his bed, careful to avoid causing him further pain. He looks so exhausted, so weak. I’ve never seen him like this before. I trail my eyes over his body, assessing the extensive damage. When it becomes too much, I make myself focus only on his face—on the curve of his lips, the dark lashes brushing over pale cheeks, the strong jaw. It brings me a small measure of peace and allows me to find my voice. “Melethronen?”

With effort, his eyes meet mine, and the clouds in them recede slightly. “Meleth e-Guilen,” he rasps, managing a small smile.

I can’t stop myself from reaching a hand to hold one of his. “Haldir, I forbid you from dying.” My voice wavers, and with my free hand, I try to wipe away the rapidly-falling tears. “I am quite angry with you for keeping me out of the fight, and I need you to get better so I can yell at you.”

The only sign that he hears me is the slight twitch of the fingers I hold in mine.

Panic sears through my chest, and I tear my eyes away from Haldir’s to turn to his brothers. “Where is his healer? Why is he left alone like this?” Distantly, I realize I must sound like a whining child. All around us, valiant soldiers fight for their lives, and those are the ones who were lucky enough to make it off the battlefield.

But they are not my world.

Rumil clears his throat, and I see that his eyes burn red from too long spent crying. “Um,” he sniffs, looking to the ground, then back to me. “The healer did what she could, and Orophin and I have spoken every elvish healing incantation we know. His wounds have been packed and disinfected but—” he shudders and lets his eyes fall to the ground, shaking his head and refusing to speak any further.

Orophin takes over, placing a steadying hand on his younger brother’s shoulder. “There is nothing more that can be done. The healers say — they say it will be a miracle if he survives the night.”

It is like I have been run through with a serrated blade.

I squeeze my eyes shut before turning back to Haldir, not wanting him to know the agony I feel. I do not want him to see me like this. When I have myself under control, I open my eyes once more, meeting my favorite lakes of ice-blue. Though he is weak and exhausted, his eyes hold the same determination they always do, and that strengthens me with a small flicker of hope. If anyone can pull through this, Haldir can.

I curl myself at the foot of the bed and rest my head on his thigh, not taking my gaze from his face. Following my lead, Orophin and Rumil kneel on either side of the bed.

Together, we stay awake, and wait for a miracle.

A/n I’m sorry

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Human Part 2

A/N: Here’s part 2! Definitely the longest part, but I didn’t want to cut off any important parts haha. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Word Count: 2,318

Warnings for entire series: Maybe language, Gimli’s fault haha, mentions of blood, orc violence

Summary: AU where Aragorn protects a human village with the help of Legolas and Gimli during an orc war in Middle Earth. Reader comes to the village for refuge and everyone is convinced she’s an elf because of her beauty and grace. Legolas especially is distrusting of her. Will she earn their trust and help the village survive the war?

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The next morning came slow for (Y/N). She could hardly sleep, her mind too busy whirring with thought. She could hardly stay alone in her fallen village, but she felt like an outsider in this one. The scene from the night before kept replaying in her mind. It was as if the elf was trying to show her she’d never belong.

As soon as it was acceptable to rise, she dressed and left the room Aragorn had shown her to. She quietly made her way to the stables with plans to ride on the outskirts of the village to clear her mind.

“You have risen early.”

She recognized the smooth voice behind her and turned over her shoulder to Legolas in a silent, cold greeting. She continued her work, turning to lift her saddle off the gate.

“Wait,” Legolas said and disappeared behind the stables. Soon he glided through the barn holding a beautiful saddle as if it were light as air. (Y/N) reached for it as he lifted it over her horse’s back, causing their hands to touch, her icy skin feeling peculiar against his. “Please, let me,” he said, fastening the girth.

She ran her eyes over the detailed leather work of the saddle. Twirling and curling vines with tiny leaves were painstakingly etched into its skin inside a border of impeccable braids. It was stunning and looked as if it had never been used before. “It’s beautiful,” was all she could think to say.

“It was made for the High Elves of Mirkwood long ago,” he explained. “The craftsmanship is traditional.”

“I cannot use this.” Her awe was evident in her soft voice.

“Please. You can.” His body was relaxed but his eyes were still cold towards her. When she silently agreed, he asked her, “May I join you?”

How she longed to say no! But Legolas was already preparing his beautiful horse and she knew she should not be riding alone in times of war. “Of course,” she said.

(Y/N) had seen a path on her way into the village that she wanted to explore. Legolas let her lead and they rode silently for a while. Despite his attitude toward her, she decided to allow him another chance. He did gift her the beautiful saddle her fingers were presently fiddling with. She would never be reminded of the blood stained leather of her other one again, thanks to him. So she spoke.

“This saddle is magnificent. Again, I thank you, Legolas.”

“There is no need to thank me, Lady (Y/N). I carried it with me from Mirkwood in case someone was in need. Since, it has been sitting in the barn. I am happy someone can use it,” he said, his gaze locked ahead.

“You carried it? You said it belonged to the High Elves of your land,” (Y/N) said, deeply confused. Was she sitting on a highly decorated saddle stolen from the King of the Elves? She began to worry she had made a mistake in trusting the elf.

“It was made for my father long ago and later given to me, yes.” Legolas looked over to see (Y/N)’s look of despair and couldn’t help but smile from the very corners of his lips. “My father is Thranduil, King of Mirkwood.”

(Y/N)’s jaw fell and her brows could have shot off her forehead into the sky. After a moment of silence, Legolas looked over at her and couldn’t help but softly chuckle at her surprise.

After she gained her bearings she asked, “How does an Elven prince befriend a man and a dwarf?” attempting to shift the subject from her ignorance.

His laughing quickly ceased as he thought of how to explain. “We were tasked with protecting a hobbit as he journeyed to destroy The One Ring.”

“I have heard the story.” It was only then that she saw the long bow and arrows strapped to his back. She had heard the story many times, and couldn’t believe the elf riding next to her was that of the tale.

Before she could think any more of the subject, Legolas said, “Please, tell me your story.”

(Y/N) let a sigh escape her lungs and focused on the path ahead. “There isn’t much story to tell,” she said. “I come from a long line of humans who lived simple lives in our village. Only when we were threatened did I learn to fight, more out of necessity than anything else. Now I am here,” she finished quickly, not wanting to recall the details.

Legolas pulled gently at his reins to stop his horse in front of hers. “I am deeply sorry for all of your loss, Lady (Y/N).” For a moment, she noticed the ice in his stare flicker.

“I believe I have had enough air for the morning. I am going to return to the stables. Thank you for accompanying me, Legolas,” she said quickly. Before Legolas could protest she was off, galloping back down the path they had come.

Disappointment flooded him as he sent his horse slowly walking to follow her. He couldn’t get her sadness out of his thoughts and he let his trusted horse bring him back to the village. Then a loud whinny ahead made his stomach drop. “(Y/N),” he said to himself and raced toward the sound.

He cleared a bend in the path and his elf eyes saw (Y/N) on the ground below her horse, holding her wrist. She was obviously in pain, but Legolas had other things to worry about. About ten other things. A small band of orcs appeared out from behind the trees and bushes to surround her.

Atop his galloping horse, he pulled his bow and an arrow from behind his back and aimed for the head of the orc that was closest to (Y/N). His fingers let go and the arrow soared until it hit the orc and flew through its skull, causing the ugliest hiss of pain before it fell to the ground right on top of (Y/N).

His concern turned into pride when she threw the orc aside and stood with her sword poised just in time to attack the next creature. By that time, Legolas was in the fight loading arrow after arrow, each one targeting an orc too close to (Y/N) by his standards.

He counted in his head, there should be six orcs left, but as he scanned the area, he saw only two still alive. He quickly realized (Y/N) had killed four herself that were laying at her feet.

He looked to her and watched her slashing and stabbing possibly the biggest of them all, about to take it down by herself. However, there was one left to dispose of and it was quickly making for (Y/N), aiming to attack her while she was distracted. Legolas easily took care of it, one simple arrow doing the trick.

Legolas leapt down from his horse to help her, but he was too late. The giant orc fell with a thud that shook the ground beneath their feet. He was at her side in seconds, his eyes glancing over every inch of her looking for wounds.

“That was exciting,” she said, her voice thick with sarcasm. When Legolas heard the smirk in her voice, he looked at her, a chuckle escaping him. He saw her unconsciously wrap her hand around the wrist she had fallen on when the orcs knocked her off her horse. Legolas immediately pulled her hand away and replaced it with his own.

“I’m alright,” she said shaking her head as she began to pull her wrist away from him.

“Let me see,” he said softly. His fingers were hardly touching her but working to find any broken bones or fractures. When he was satisfied, he looked up to meet her gaze which was already on him. “You’re alright?”

“Yes.” The ice in his eyes had completely melted away and for the first time she noticed their warm blue tint.

Again, Legolas faltered, blinking and looking away from her. “Lead the way back to the village, I will follow you.” In one swift movement he lifted her above him and set her on her horse.

“Le-Legolas, I can- wait! I’m alright!” But her efforts were too late and he was setting her foot in the stirrup for her.

The way back to the village Legolas tried to concentrate on the orc problem they now had. For the shortest moment, however, as he watched her hair tangle in the wind in front of him, he did wonder what designs her hair could be braided in.

When (Y/N) and Legolas returned to the village they parted ways. After assuring Legolas her wrist was only sore, and not injured further, (Y/N) headed to the stables to untack and groom her horse. When Legolas didn’t follow her, she felt a sting of disappointment in her stomach and cursed herself for suddenly feeling so alone.

When her work was finished, she left the stables. As she walked out of the barn, she passed Legolas gracefully and silently walking his horse inside. He nodded his head to her when he passed, his golden hair falling forward on his shoulders. (Y/N) felt an urge to follow him, but Aragorn was waiting for her ahead in the road.

“I heard tell of your encounter,” he said.

She felt nerves in her stomach swirling as she thought of Legolas’ kindness in the woods.

“Orcs are a fierce enemy. I was told you fought well,” Aragorn said.

She let out a breath, relieved he was speaking of orcs and nothing else. “Indeed, but I have fought them before.”

He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder. “It is good experience to have,” he said gravely. Only after being prompted with (Y/N)’s look of concern did he continue. “The war is beginning. We are leaving at dawn. “

“I will join you,” she said, holding the dagger strapped to her hip.

A small smile shone on his face. “No, (Y/N).”

“I can help you. As you said, I have experience. I fight well enough for battle,” she said.

“Yes. That is why I need you here. Those who cannot join us need protecting. I trust you to do that,” he said.

(Y/N) understood the honor and importance of being elected leader in Aragorn’s absence, but she was filled with sadness. Her gaze rose from her boots to the stables. Through the doorway she saw Legolas feeding her horse another carrot.

“When you return, the village will be as you left it. I will protect your people,” she said.

“They are your people as well now. You belong to this village,” he said.

She looked around herself, seeing the people work and prepare for war as the children innocently played in the street. Both pride and the sense of duty washed over her as she straightened. She would protect this home as she did her other one. But this time, she would succeed.

She nodded to Aragorn and walked down the road, lost in thought. She ended up at the gates of the pasture behind the barn. She leaned her elbows on the chest high fence in front of her and absently watched her horse graze next to Legolas’.

“I took the liberty of letting them both out to pasture.”

(Y/N) turned to see Legolas standing tall next to her. She nodded and returned her eyes to the horses. “I hear you leave for battle tomorrow.”

“When the sun rises,” he said.

She pushed away from the fence, still not looking at him. “I wish you luck. I had better go, I too have much to do before tomorrow.” She turned from him and started toward the road.

“(Y/N),” he said, gently grabbing her hand and pulling her to him. He pushed his fingers through her hair and held her cheek, placing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Be safe,” he said, his breath fanning over her skin.

They froze for a moment, close together, his lips still on her skin. Then his hands left her and he glided down the road, not pausing to look back.

She released her breath in attempt to calm her thrashing heart. She turned back to the horses and again leaned on the fence. This time, when she was approached, she heard the footsteps.

“Well if it isn’t the elf who’s not an elf!”

She looked down with a smile to see her other new friend. “Hello, Gimli.”

“Hello, lass,” he said, fitting his chin on one of the shorter planks of wood in the fence.

“Why does everyone think I’m an elf?” she asked, exasperated.

He pulled his chin away from the fence and looked up at you with a twinkle in his eye. “You are very beautiful, Lady (Y/N). And full of grace,” he said.

She quietly thanked him, feeling heat rise to her chest and cheeks.

“And the elf really threw us all off,” he continued.

“Legolas?”

“He was convinced you were an elf. That you were lyin’ to us all,” he said.

As she thought about the past, Gimli’s words started to make sense. “Why was he so sure I was an elf?”

A smirk grew beneath Gimli’s mustache, his eyes brighter than ever. “Elves are not attracted to other beings, especially not humans. He thought you must be an elf.”

(Y/N) frowned at him, willing him to move a little faster in his explanation, which only earned a chuckle from the dwarf.

“He loves ya, lass,” he said. “From the moment he saw ya, he knew. It’s some elf thing.”

She held tightly to the fence, her breath tight in her chest. “What?”

“Gimli!” Someone down the road yelled for him.

“Stay safe, lass! See ya after we kill all those bastard orcs!” Gimli said before trotting off, leaving (Y/N) to sort out what she just learned.

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