#Lotr tickle

[decaffeinatedworm]

Is it cheating to ask for all 10 questions?

hehehe I'd be happy to answer them 🐛

🌸 1 - do you have a favorite melt spot?

eeek probably the side of my neck - any kisses or nibbles there actually turn me into a puddle

🌱 2 - if you could tickle/be tickled by any fictional character, who would you choose?

okay now THATS tough... ngl I'd say pretty much 80% of lotr/hobbit characters LOL that's definitely been my hyperfixation for YEARS. like you just KNOW it'd be so scrumptious to break the Mr. Tough Guy exterior of so many characters (Thorin, Filli, Aragorn, Boromir, Eomer..) but also like so heart fluttering to be on the receiving end of like mischievous, playful tkles (Merry, Pippin, Killi) like I could list sm headcannons don't even get me started (please get me started)

🐦 3 - what's your go-to method of flustering your lee/Ler?

a go-to is saying something evidently not true or purposfully provoking (denying tklishness, "I like you MORE"...) to get them to try to get me to admit it

🐌 4 - describe how you feel towards tickling with three emojis

🫠🙆‍♀️🫂

🌼 5 - is there a nickname/petname that makes you smile and go red no matter how much you receive it?

if someone called me Bug irl I think I'd melt into the floor LOL, also anything with Little Miss ___ just does something to me lol

🐛 6 - are you feather ticklish? if so, where?                 

unfortunately I don't think so (though further testing may be required)

🌷 7 - what tickle game intrigues you the most?

oof I had one session where my goal was to last 5 minutes without breaking and (with consent but atm unbeknownst to me) my ler didn't set a timer but instead a stopwatch 💀 in the end I lasted 9 minutes 🙃

🦋 8 - what kind of tickles are you in the mood for today?

I had a righteously terrible day but I have the best support network and actually got cheer-up tckles 🫶 raspberries definitely got some good belly laughs which were very much needed

🐾 9 - are you poke sensitive?

what? me? pfft. ludicrous. unbelievable. okay maybe. yes.

☀️ 10 - surprise or anticipated tickles?

[tervaneula]

NQK x LOTR by katterv

The fam helps April with her school assignment: a re-enactment of a famous movie scene. It gets pretty emotional pretty fast.

IT'S FINALLY DONE, YIPPEE!! I did promise I'd finish this little story no matter how long it took :')

[androgynousevilqueen]

If I can nerd out here for a minute, I just want to thank fanfiction (specifically Star Trek and LoTR) for teaching me about sex as a teenager in the early 2000's. 😆

Fanfic has changed a lot since then, and it's interesting to see such a decrease in what we would've called "smut fics". Obviously there's still plenty of adult material, BUT

We used to have folks building entire websites just to have space for all our most NC-17 rated fics for our fandom. For LoTR, we had the Library of Moria (which still exists!!) which focused a lot on Men and Elves and even got really into the more obscure characters from Silmarillion and such. Harry Potter had The Restricted Section, now gone (shut down with lawsuits by JK, big surprise).

And then there was my favorite - the Hobbit Smut Challenges. It's now archived in AO3, but it used to have its own website, plus LiveJournal. All hobbits, all the time.

Ok, I know some of y'all might be like "hobbits aren't sexy" and if so, fine, have your opinion. But mine is that hobbits, especially our four boys from LoTR, would be by far the most fun to have sex with out of the entire cast of characters.

Cozy, simple hedonism, genuinely expressed love and warmth, and playful silliness mixed with the most incredible moxie and "I will go with you on this incredibly dangerous mission because you're my friend and Goonies never say die", plus an idyllic, lush landscape to heal your soul?

I mean, sign me up for a hobbitpile. I'm so poly for them.

Plus those bastards Merry and Pippin are up for all kinds of shenanigans, both in and out of bed.

[toyboy-molloy]

legolas flirting with a dwarf: shall I find you a box to stand on because you’re so short 😂

legolas flirting with an elf: my mum died here 🥺

[thebest-medicine]

just finished watching the extended edition lord of the rings for the first time! so good dang! it’s been too long since I’ve seen the trilogy at all!

also okay…. have so many ideas for fellowship / hobbit tickle fights also gimli and legolas???? their competitive streak??? fdjfjgkgkgkhlhlkckdjsjskdg

[runawaymun]

So we all are aware of the various pining possibilities re: “it was then that Elrond first saw Celebrían, and loved her, though he said nothing of it.” I usually like to take this the mutual “they’re stupidly competent at everything but each other” pining route, but can we also consider: Elrond falling fast & hard for Celebrían to the point that it’s not even a question that she’s his One True Love but also suppressing all outward signs to the point that no, one— absolutely no one— is aware that he’s in love with her.

So consider, someone suggesting like “hey, so-and-so is really cute and I think you two might get along, why don’t you two go out on a date?”

Elrond: “I can’t ask them out! I’m marrying Celebrían!”

Everyone, including (especially) Celebrían:

[a-url-that-exists]

hot take Deadpool and Wolverine wasn't that good it was sort of just Ryan jacking off about how much money Disney was giving him, fanservice, and comic book/tv show references that only the most hardcore nerds would get.

[diplonimbodocus]

I couldn't resist. Here's a little Boromir and Faramir bonding that we all need for our health

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His feet stamped beneath him through the stone halls. He probably shouldn't be running here, in case he were to bump into someone, but he pushed the thought back, feeling the chase, in this situation, far more important. A laugh hiccupped out from behind a big smile as excitement flared up within.

Turning a corner sharply, Faramir found an empty hall with tall grey-white columns, and some wider round fountain-like features. Perfect for hiding around.

He could just hear the footsteps of another, heavier one approach as he ducked behind one of the pools.

There was heavy breathing and he knew the other must have been running hard to catch up. Faramir felt a hidden thrill and pride in his heart, that his brother had had to toil so arduously. He remained where he was.

"Little brother." So he knew he was here, then. "Where are you hiding?"

Faramir almost giggled with the nerves. He sensed his brother searching around the poles on the other side of the room.

"Here I am! And you are too slow." He jumped up and ran away, laughing at the expression Boromir had given in surprise.

"Back here, you little-! I will show you who is slow in the end!"

Faramir trusted in his quick feet now to get ahead, but after a few more twists and turns he could hear the thunderous feet gaining. He said nothing but put all his focus on willing his own legs to be faster, be stronger, be--

"Got you!" Boromir lifted him bodily off the ground as Faramir squealed a laugh, his legs kicking into empty air and he struggled against the bearhug which was enveloping him.

Boromir chuckled and held tight, peering round to enjoy the victory while Faramir squirmed. "You are not quite the better of me yet, little brother."

Then the younger relinquished with a sigh. "Perhaps not. But then again, maybe..."

"You disagree?"

"You are certainly faster, as you've shown. You clearly have the victory when the test requires the brutish qualities of a mountain man..."

"You--!" At that accusatory shout the older brother immediately squeezed his fingers into the soft fleshy parts of his captive that he could reach.

"Bahahaha--! B-boromihihiiir!" Faramir's façade crumbled under the touch of those firm and knowing fingers. They pressed into all the little bony grooves between his lowest ribs, and the softness of his flanks, making him spring away as if he had been burned, to no avail. He remained trapped within the tight hold of his brother's arms.

"You know this is the penalty for treason in my court, little brother!"

"Pleasehahaha! Dohohon't tickleeeee!" The younger boy squealed as Boromir's fingers found a deeper area to prod.

"You've been devising this all day." Boromir chuckled softly. "Why have you been ghosting my steps, poking and provoking me, annoying me, if not to fall victim to my secret weapon?"

Faramir did and said nothing, except kick and struggle and laugh until little droplets appeared at the corners of his eyes. He knew what the other said was true.

"I know you can speak, Faramir." His older brother knew him well. "Now come, and face your trial!"

"Whehehehen you ahare the only juhuhury!" Faramir gave up the pretense incredulously.

"Yes, now how do you plead?!" Boromir dug his fingers in deeper towards his brother's soft belly.

"NOT GUIHIHIHIHILTYYYYYHEHEHEHEEEE!"

"Do you wish to be imprisoned forever? My arms are getting tired. Don't make me put you on the floor. I know some other places which will have you crying out for mercy."

An image of Faramir's hips and then his knees flashed across his own mind. He had been victim to many an assault there by his older brother in the past.

"Now how do you plead?" Boromir's nails were gaining some purchase near his navel.

"GUIHILTY, GUILTYYHEHEHEHE!"

As soon as the concession was made Boromir placed the younger carefully down on the ground, though his knees wobbled and he immediately fell in a heap.

Faramir's raggedy breathing and twitchiness made Boromir laugh. He sometimes wished he could be more like the other, and less of the 'brutish mountain-man'. But as long as he could have this, he would never complain.

After some time Faramir opened his eyes and brought himself up to sit next to his attacker, with a small smile still on his face.

"I wasn't really annoying you, was I?

Boromir was taken aback for an instant, before he remembered who he was talking with, and the ways that boy's mind would dwell. They were, at times, so different.

"Not at all. I was teasing." He laughed and ruffled Faramir's fine hair. "I will always take joy chasing you, and catching you!"

"Don't expect that to last for long. I think I may outpace you soon enough." Faramir betrayed a laugh behind his smile.

Boromir did the same, and pulled an arm round Faramir's slight shoulders. "That may well be, little brother. But not today."

[bearsinpotatosacks]

In Every Universe - a Fanback Fic

Fanboy's got some questions, Payback may have answers.

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For a prompt list, this was "I hope I find you in every life"

Words: 685

“Okay, so if you were in Star Trek, one, what era would you be in, and two, what department?” Fanboy asked.

Payback slouched further down the chair, they were in the middle of a movie marathon to celebrate surviving the mission. Last time he got to pick, they’d spent an entire day, closer to two really, watching all the films. They’d even included Deadpool, much to Mickey’s dismay, Reuben counted it, the X-Men Academy was literally featured so was technically an X-Men film in his book.

“Era?”

“Yeah, the 60s original tv show, the films, the Next Generation, Voyager, Deep Space Nine, Enterprise, the New Films, Disco-”

Reuben held his hands up and laughed, “Okay, okay I get it,” he then pondered for a second. “I’d say Next Gen, I didn’t watch the original show until I met you but I watched that, so nostalgia points, but also all the rest seem too stressful.”

Mickey was almost taken aback by the look on his face but it soon settled out. His familiar grin came back, eyes crinkling on the sides as the apples of his cheeks flushed darker. Somehow he always managed to look happy or impressed.

“What about you?”

“The original show, specifically the second series, or maybe whenever the animated show happens, which is at the end of the mission, and I’d probably be either a weapons officer in the Engineering Division or a Navigator on the bridge.” He took a breath, then turned to him. “What about you?”

His answer wasn’t that complicated, but then again, he wasn’t autistic with a special interest in Star Trek, “Well, I’m a pilot right, so what’s the closest equivalent to that?”

“You said the Next Gen, right?” Reuben nodded at him. “So you’d be a flight officer.”

He tried to go back to the television but Mickey pulled on his arm again. Deciding to pause it, he fully turned to him.

"Lord of the Rings, what would you be?"

"Hobbits eat all day and don't face danger," he nodded smugly to himself. "That would be the life for me."

"You've got the feet to match," Fanboy mumbled.

"What was that?"

Mickey smiled, "Nothing," he paused, then added. "I think I'd be an elf, you know, tall, elegant, knowledgeable-"

"-none of which you are-"

He elbowed him in the ribs. But Reuben recovered quicker than Mickey thought, so he lunged toward him, grabbing him feet first and tickling them.

"No stop!" 

He tried to shake him off, tried to kick him but Reuben had too much of a grip. Tickling was an unknown skill that he'd mastered. He knew every spot to get him to squirm, and did this whenever he couldn’t win a discussion. Like now.

After a moment, he stopped. Mickey lay there panting for a moment. The smile on his face flickered for some reason and slowly sunk as he got his breath back.

Reuben rolled over him and pinned his arms above his head. He kissed his left cheek, then his right, before settling on his nose.

"What's the matter?"

"It's silly,"

"Not if it's got you this sad," 

Mickey took a second, then told him, "It's just that we'd never see each other, in all those other universes, we'd be in different times or be different races and, I wouldn't want that, I love you,"

Reuben had to admit, that was a little silly, but if his Mickey got sad over it, then it wasn't silly at all. 

"We'd find a way back to each other somehow,"

"How, though?"

"Because I hope I find you in every life,"

For what was meant to be a serious moment, it was a bit disheartening to have him laugh in his face.

"That was so corny,"

Reuben laughed and kissed his temple, leading his way down to his lips by laying more on his jaw.

"Well, you know me, I'm as corny as a cob,"

Mickey wrestled his hands free and cupped his face. Their noses grazed each other’s as they almost kissed.

"Yeah, you so are," he said as their lips finally met.

These two cuties! Also putting my special interest in here too, Star trek. Thanks for reading!

[dearharriet]

American Honey; Steve Harrington ⛱️

summary: it’s summer, and you’re in love with your boyfriend, steve.

word count: 2K

warnings: implied fem!r, drinking, lots of pet names (honey, baby, pretty, beautiful), lord of the rings references (+ fellowship spoilers!!), tickling, suggestive language

authors note: rly missing summer after writing this one 😭 also I made a mental yarn map between st and lotr while writing this that i can’t unmake I fear

Steve Harrington is an American Treasure.

Fresh out of the pool, he strides toward you, a limber hand reaching out for the beer he entrusted you with. It made you feel special, and Steve certainly entertained the notion. He’s always calling you sweet things—baby, pretty, beautiful, or your favorite—

“Honey.” His shining body is enveloped in shade as he steps under the umbrella you’re using.

He’s an American treasure. Patriotic the way that Colonel Sanders or Bruce Springsteen are. Spangled with freckles and moles like stars, stripes of hot skin on display. Red-shouldered from the sun, blue-lipped from a rocket ice pop, but his teeth remain pearly white.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his warm fingers dampening yours as you hand the can off to him.

“‘Course,” you reply, breathless.

“You sure you won’t swim with me?”

You liked that. He never pretended he had the interest of the whole group in mind. Steve wanted you all for himself, and he wasn’t shy about it.

Smiling up at him, you shake your head.

“I don’t wanna get burnt,” you say. “And anyways, who’s gonna look after your drink if I get in?”

Steve steps closer to pet your hair. It’s a little awkward with his hands still being wet, but you accept it nonetheless.

“Lucky for you, I don’t really care about the drink. I only asked you to hold it ‘cause you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

A smile creeps onto your face, which has turned red—sunblock be damned.

That’s another thing you like about Steve. He’s not really coaxing you into the pool. He knows you burn easy, and further, he’s trying his hardest not to touch your face. He’d watched you meticulously rub sunscreen over it just thirty minutes ago, and he’s sweet enough to remember now.

Worst of all, he knows your anxiety about burning stretches beyond just you, so he ordered the kids to sunscreen up just to put you at ease. It has you thinking undeniably fond, hungry, and binding things about him.

Steve is none the wiser, setting his beer down and rubbing a pruny palm down his chest.

“Could you get my shoulders again, babe? Think the chlorine washed it all off.”

You both know damn well it didn’t, but neither complains as Steve perches himself on the edge of your lounger and you rub sunblock into his broad shoulders.

It’s hard not to love everything about him. Not that you’re trying to stop, but you haven’t admitted to it yet, so maybe you are. Everything is terribly simple and domestic with Steve, easily imaginable as a forever kind of thing, and you’re desperately trying not to jump the gun.

What’s stuck with you time and again—like now—is your contentment in committing unselfish acts, as long as Steve is happy. Everything you do for him is sublimely fulfilling, and you can’t help but imagine that he thinks the same about you. Why else would he happily swim alone and bake away in layers of sunblock, if not because you’re happy first?

Feeling intimidated by all of the commotion around, you amalgamate all of these big feelings into a subdued kiss on Steve’s sticky shoulder. Your lips come away tangy with sunblock, but it’s worth it.

Taking it as a sign that you’re done, Steve turns around and gives you exactly what you want, leaning over your bare legs to kiss your waiting mouth. You think it’s a thank-you kiss, but then he’s leaning in for another, and another, his hand holding steady to your ankle.

When he pulls away he’s like a concentrated UV beam. His shoulder is hot where you draw shapes into it.

“Y’still having fun? We could go inside.”

Your legs press together.

“I know why you want to go inside,” you tease, poking his cheek, “and it’s going to have to wait.”

“Who says,” he challenges, pouting, “s’my house.”

Your eyes leave his face to watch the action in the pool. The kids are reenacting a Tolkien-related battle very loudly and dramatically, with Eddie as Aragorn.

“Everyone is here,” you remind him, nodding at the pool just as Will flays an imaginary Orc. Steve doesn’t even glance behind himself.

“So?” He mumbles, kissing your bottom lip. “I’ll tell them to leave.”

He’s so hard to resist like this, all gushy and lovesick. You push your fingers into the hair at his neck to pull him away and he hums happily.

“You’re terrible,” you chide, but you’re smiling, anyhow.

“Is it a crime to love your girlfriend?” A shock zips through you, but Steve doesn’t seem to notice what he's admitted.

“Steve!” Lucas—who is using his recent growth spurt to play Legolas—calls over, saving you from responding.

“Stop sucking face and get over here! It’s time for you to die.”

“Uh-oh,” you laugh, patting Steve on the back. “Sounds serious.”

“How come they always make me play Boring-mir,” he complains, turning back to you. He doesn’t seem very motivated to get up at all, practically lazing beside your legs despite the gang of nerds waiting on him.

“He’s not so bad, from what I’ve read,” you argue, glancing at the closed book by your side. “Though I think they should let you take a crack at Aragorn.”

Grinning, Steve stretches up to kiss you.

“Honey, I think you’re the only one who believes in me,” he whispers sarcastically, and then presses in again.

“Steve!”The kids all throw their hands up. Eddie continues to swing a pool noodle like a sword.

“Coming!” Steve gives you the kiss they interrupted, though it's missing the sensuality it began with. “Jesus, you guys, you see what I’m leaving behind?” Steve gestures to you, and you swat at his arm.

“Steve, stop.”

“No! It’s an impossible task,” he declares, arms out, loud enough so the kids can still hear him. Then, quieter, “you’re too damn gorgeous, gorgeous.”

“Resist temptation, brother,” Eddie calls. “The power of the ring cannot be wielded!”

Steve waves him off as he gives you one final, lingering kiss. Then he's up, trekking back into the sun.

“Don’t think you’ll kill me so easily this time, brats. I’m fighting for Mordor!”

“You’re fighting for Gondor, thick head,” Dustin snips, but screeches when Steve tackles him.

Smiling from your shady oasis, you leave your book forgotten at your side. Steve puts on a good show, taking imaginary hits for Merry-Erica and Pip-Dustin, cutting off forgotten lines with groans and tears.

You shake your head ruefully as the kids cheer and applaud his passing, not sure they understand the sacrifice made. Steve just smiles and bows, and you think maybe he doesn’t, either.

When he finally slumps down next to you again—dripping and warm and happy to be discharged—you curl into him and throw your legs between his.

“Tired?” You lean your head against the springy elastic slats and look at him softly. He nods and pulls you closer, his free hand and his thigh working together to open a new can of beer. He takes a swig and hands it to you.

“I don’t know how they can keep going. I feel like I need an IV.”

You laugh around the rim of the can.

“Maybe I can get you a glass of water, then, and keep this to myself.” You swirl the heavy can in front of him. Steve shakes his head.

“You wouldn’t dare. Beer is, like, basically water, I’m pretty sure.” You raise a skeptical brow, but hand it back to him. “It is! It’s sterile, baby.”

“I love it when you talk sexy.”

Steve throws his head back laughing, nearly dumping the can into both of your laps. You never take your eyes off of him, chest light with the high of encouraging a sound so sweet.

“Where did you even hear that?” You trace his collarbone as you ask, and then his adams apple. Steve’s eyes are still squeezed shut as he attempts to talk through his giggling.

“E—hedd—d-iehee.”

Surely it wasn’t that funny, you think, watching him go red in the face. He’s working himself up more than anything, now. You don’t care. You add fuel to the fire, pinching under his ribs to watch him squirm and howl.

Steve practically throws the can onto the ground, writhing away from your menacing fingers.

“Baby—stop!” You’re laughing with him now, infected by his hiccuping voice. “Honey—honey, please——time-out, time-out!”

You stop, and he snags your hand to hold it away from him. Panting, Steve twists around to pin you on the chair, his free hand creeping towards your bare side.

“Payback…,” he whispers threateningly.

“No…Steve—“It’s too late, Steve’s hands are already working into your sides cruelly, and his mouth is blowing raspberries into your neck. You kick your feet wildly, pushing at his shoulder with your connected hands.

At your shrieking, everyone looks over, faces forming into a hash of reactions. Surprisingly—or unsurprisingly—no one intervenes. The boys boo at you, but it’s only as long-lived as the tickling itself.

“Sto-ho-ho-hoppp—“ you plead, and Steve yields, a satisfied smile on his face.

When you finally relax back into the chair again, chest rising and falling rapidly, Steve takes your hand into his and holds it over his torso.

“Hate you,” he puffs out, and then picks up the beer that started it all.

“Hmph,” you complain, and hold your hand out until he passes it over.

“I love you.”

You’re aiming for casual, but you miss the mark obscenely. It sticks in your throat and you end up saying every letter.

Steve is eerily silent, watching as you take a nervous gulp of PBR. When you try to pass it back, his receiving hand floats up to your face to wipe over your bottom lip instead.

“What was that?” It’s not a question so much as an encouragement, a request. You can’t even look him in the eyes, curling into his shoulder shamefully.

“Please don’t laugh,” you whine, mortified. How had he made it look so easy?

Steve snakes an arm behind you and rubs your back comfortingly.

“‘M’not, honey. Just wanna make sure I heard you right.”

“You heard me,” you confirm grumpily.

He hums a warm laugh.

Smushing your face into his bicep, you laugh, too. Like magic, the ease flows through your body again, as if it never left. Like the water in the pool, your conversations always slip and slide from childish to heart-pounding and back again. So far, the scariest parts of being with Steve have been the anxieties you invented along the way, and he’s never been unprepared for them.

Propping your chin on his peck, you cuddle closer to him, the warm day slipping into evening chill. Steve waits, patient as a Saint, fiddling with your hair and your top and your mind.

“You knew, didn’t you,” you whisper, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. The near-empty can is still wedged between your bodies, cool against your ribs.

“Sure,” Steve admits. “But thinking it and saying it are different things.”

“True.” You swallow. “Were you waiting on me?”

“Mm, I guess.” He shrugs. “I know it doesn’t change anything if you don’t, but I think I wanted to hear you say it back. Yknow, when I told you.”

Nodding, you kiss the closest patch of skin you can find. Steve continues.

“And then I realized I’d never know if you’d say it back, so I thought I’d wait for you to say it first, which is dumb—“

“S’not dumb,” you assure him, “that’s what I was doing, too.”

Locking eyes, you both peel into laughter at the same time.

“That’s why it’s dumb,” Steve emphasizes. You crawl closer still, giving him the can to put down so you can close the last gap between your bodies. Steve sighs as your nose presses into his neck. “What am I gonna do with you, honey?”

“Terrible, awful, horrible things, I hope.”

You can feel him smiling, sense it.

“Nuh-uh, we’re in love now. Only love-making from here on out.”

You look out towards the pool, at the kids drying off and getting hungry.

You could hardly wait.

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thank you for reading! 🦢

masterlist

[reallyhardy]

just promoting my youtube channel for a moment... if you like videos about niche topics, here in my most recent uploads we've got:

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[tathrin]

#friend you always have the best tags #do the world a favor and add these beautiful takes straight to the post #bc they truly never miss

@shittierpost ahhaha thank you! I am delighted and flattered that you enjoy them, but I would never dream of skipping the peer-review stage of tag-wrangling by attaching them myself, that's an integral part of the tumblr ecosystem. XD

Anyway here is Legolas in a car for your amusement.

legolas is so CUTE he looks at the living world around him with such untainted elvish WONDER!!!! the trees have feelings too my friend!!!!!! that is one of the mearas unless my eyes are cheated by some spell!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA my boy is wandering through middle earth like

[tobylix-blog]

LotR Week (6/7): Songs and tales - Aragorn x Reader

Content & Warnings: fluff, mention of alcohol Word count: 0.5k Summary: During the celebration in Edoras you find enough courage to sing in front of the strangers. But some familiar eyes watch you too A/N: couldn't bring myself to put poor poetry in our king's mouth, so this is for reader to bear with. Penultimate submission for @lotrweek

The wind had once caught a banner, And carried it on ever since In cheerful, careless manner Over the mountains and seas.

It waved it all over the cities And forests - those bursting with life. Over blue lakes and white lilies, Brighter than mithril dwarves mine.

The wind had blown on through summers And never had tried to stop. But one day it suddenly faltered, And banner threatened to drop

For beautiful lady watched it From weathered and sheer cliffs. Her dress was of highest merit And so was the shawl she knit.

The wind crawled closer and bargained, “Give me your shawl. In return, I will chase off the clouds And let all your fires burn.”

The lady refused and asked for A single thing in exchange. “Please, give me back the banner From days of the passing age.

This banner I still remember – My love has ridden with it On day that I will forever Have written across my lips.”

The tight circle around you exploded in cheers and clapping. The smell of ale wafted over you as the foam splashed from the mugs. Unfamiliar hands patted your back with encouragement and approval. Someone toasted to your name and your song and more voices joined in. You smiled uncertainly and slowly made way through the crowd to the further end of the table, where it seemed calmer.

A few feet of distance didn’t make much difference in volume, but you found yourself breathing easier while not being surrounded by a living wall of bodies. In fact, it was rather nice to get away and watch the celebration from the sidelines. You looked around the room, noticing familiar faces here and there, but your eyes couldn’t catch a glimpse of the one that mattered the most. Not until a hand covered yours resting on the table and a mixture of smells filled your lungs. Leather and tobacco, and, which surprised you the most, foliage. Even here in Edoras, where everything was but coarse grass and horses, and occasional drink, he still smelled like he just walked out of a forest. You asked him about it a few times, though he simply shrugged it off as a consequence of living in Rivendell for too long.

Aragorn’s voice was low, but with his lips pressed against your ear there was no chance of missing his words. “It was a sight to behold. I thought there was a sun shining in the middle of the night, and a merry rain accompanied it. I must admit it’s a shame that your voice has never rung through the Hall of Fire, that would bring joy to many.”

“You flatter me. Elves have unnumbered songs and tales much more beautiful than this one.”

“But none of them is yours,” he whispered again and added softly, “meleth.”

The last part made you give up the dispute, it always did. And Aragorn, as if in gratitude for your compliance, embraced you. You felt several gentle kisses tracing the side of your face before he pulled you back and down until you were conveniently seated on his lap. His breath tickled your neck as he spoke, "Now, tell me. What is the tale behind your wonderful song?"

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

LOTR/ The Hobbit Preference: How You Met (1/4)

(2) (3) (4)

Fili

Fili and you met one day when he was in Dale, doing business with his uncle and King Bard. You were a new merchant in town and he saw you unloading boxes for your store.

“Please let me help you with that.” You heard behind you as you took a box off of your cart to bring into your new store.

“I’m alright, little darling, I can manage. I’m a tough girl who can carry her own stock boxes.” You reply jokingly as you look down at the sweet dwarf.

“I don’t doubt your strength, my lady, but it is rather cold and many hands make light work.” He replied, trying to joke with you.

“So you want to keep me warm, little darling?” You smirk down at him.

Though he hated to admit it he couldn’t help but smirk at your flirting teasing.

“I bet your hands could do more than make light work, darling.” You whisper down to his ear.

Turning away with your box you leave a very flushed and speechless dwarf prince.

Glorfindel

Glorfindel and you met one afternoon when he found you practising archery. You were a new guest in Rivendell, Lord Elrond taking you in after a rather nasty orc attack. Glorfindel had been away for the some months you had been recovering and had just returned to hear of the new guest.

Walking out into the field that he was told you were practising in, he slowly approached you from behind. You’d heard many things of Glorfindel and with the field being so quiet you could hear him approaching.

“You know your stance is a little off.” He said in your ear standing right behind you, his body lightly pressed against yours.

“Is that so? Does rubbing yourself against me and not so subtly wanting to kiss my neck help with my stance?” You ask smirking as you let the arrow go, it landing right in the middle of the target.

“I guess your awful flirting attempts helped.” You turn around to him with a smirk and a wink.

Haldir

Haldir met you when you and the fellowship arrived in Lothlorien, seeking refuge. First meeting Haldir he seemed so stoic and confident but you managed to catch the way his eyes averted yours and the slight blush on his cheek.

When the fellowship was granted access to safe refuge, you decided to find the blushing marchwarden. You’d had run ins with elves before and knew they were very difficult to sneak up on, but with this particular elf so distracted you seemed to manage.

“Do I make you nervous, marchwarden?” Your abrupt announcement surprisingly scaring him, as he whips around suddenly, although quick to fix his demeanour.

“No. Not at all.” He replies, staring at you blankly.

Knowing you wanted to have fun with this, you slowly walk to meet him, managing to push him against a tree. Leaning in closely, your breath lightly tickles his ear, making a light shudder and whimper run over his body.

“Well it seems from the way you blush and can’t meet my eyes that I do.” You gently whisper in his ear, making sure to blow cool air onto his ear, knowing what it does to elves.

The cool air causes the elves strong form shudder and grind against your touch.

“Maybe that’s not a bad thing though.” Again you whisper, continuing to torture him by now lightly kissing the tip of his ear.

[intoxicated-chan]

Since you're requests are open👉👈 I was wondering if I could request a fluff one-shot with legolas? Legolas and his spouse welcoming their first child into the world? Like they went on an adventure, halfway through reader falls pregnant and instead of turning back they (he) built their dream home and started their life together. Just a domestic, fluffy fic.

𝐎𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

Summary ➳ What was supposed to be an adventure turned into a chase until you and Legolas went to Rivendell to relax and to reveal some good news.

(A/n) ➳ Inspired by “Love Story” by Indila. Hello! I’m not sure if this is what you wanted, so please don’t be afraid to ask me. I’m working on things slowly since I don’t want to rush which is why it took awhile to post. P.s I might make a pt 2 where it’s just the reader, Legolas and their little family. Credits to @/saradika for the lotr banner!!

Word Count ➳1.6k

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, light sexual content, hickies, established relationship, mentions of violence, Thranduil is kinda jerk, pregnancy, mentions of multiple pregnancies…

You awoke to the cold breeze gazing at your exposed back, you took a moment to move slowly as you were still sore from the night before. The thick blanket rested on your lower half, leaving the rest of you exposed to the elements.

You turn your head to the right, the sound of carving wood caught your attention, and the sound coming from Legolas. His legs were crossed as sat on a tree stump. His eyes narrowed slightly, taking a few seconds to check his progress or to see any mistakes before he continued.

Even though he seemed focused, his face was relaxed, his hair braided back to keep it out of his face, and he was dressed in a thin tunic and trousers. Legolas looked in your direction when you moved, the leaves crunching under you as you wrapped the blanket around your exposed body.

“Sleep well?” Legolas sneered, staring at the hickey on your neck that was barely covered.

“Ha-Ha.” You rolled your eyes as you moved closer to him, sitting at the fire that he made. “What’s that?” You questioned, looking at the wood in his hands.

You reached for it only for him to pull it away from your grasp. “It’s a surprise.” Legolas tucked the wood away and into his bag, setting his daggers to the side.

“You seemed to be having lots of surprises, care to tell me why?” You laid your head on his lap, feeling his hand run through your hair.

“It’s still a surprise.” Legolas chuckled at your playful scoff. “We should continue to move, that is if we wish to avoid my father’s men.”

You let out a muffled whine. “He isn’t going to stop, is he?” Legolas shakes his head. You pull the blanket tighter. “I hope we head somewhere warm. I despise the cold… Perhaps we could visit Rivendell, I’m sure Lord Elrond would be happy to see you.”

“But my father wouldn’t be pleased.”

“Since when did you consider your father’s opinion?”

“I’m… Not quite sure.” You moved your head off his lap when he began to stand. “But let us visit Lord Elrond, I would like a break from sleeping on the ground.”

You too stood. “To Rivendell then.” When you turned to grab your items, his arms wrapped around you to pull you into his chest.

“Lord Elrond isn’t in a hurry, I’m sure he could wait a few more weeks.” Legolas nuzzled into your neck.

“It seems to me that you’re just dying to get caught by your father.” You laughed, feeling his breath tickle you.

“Just a couple more minutes.”

“I can assure you that Thranduil wouldn’t dare march an army into Rivendell, let alone demand his own son return to Mirkwood without said son putting up a fight.” Elrond spoke to Legolas, they both stood on a balcony that overlooked you and Arwen.

Elrond could try all he wanted to calm Legolas’s thoughts of his father doing something drastic but he could see how Legolas looks at you. “...He wouldn’t dare to hurt her. He may be cold but he’s not a monster.”

“No, he wouldn’t.” Legolas admitted. He could sound convincing to anyone but Elrond can sense the tension in his voice. “But he’d do anything to scare her off. He never spoke of anything when I chose to spend my life with her and marry her, even Tauriel didn’t know. It seems that he has a problem with it now.”

“Give it time, soon Thranduil’s eyes will open and he’ll see how happy his son is.”

You and Arwen left Elrond and Legolas to talk. You walked with her around Rivendell, arm in arm, listening to each other’s stories and catching up. “And how’s Aragorn? I heard that he’s going by Strider now.”

“I am saddened that he chose to leave Rivendell all those years ago but… What do they say?” Arwen asked you.

“Made it work, you mean?”

“Yes.” If Arwen’s smile couldn’t get any bigger… “But it makes me wonder, what are you and Legolas doing in Rivendell? Did something happen in Mirkwood?”

“No, no- I mean, ever since Legolas chose me to be with me, it was like a sudden change in his father. It’s hard for me to accept that Thranduil is his father. I don’t even know that being pregnant will change his mind.”

“One shouldn’t think like that, plaguing your mind with-” Arwen froze in her tracks and looked you directly in your eyes. “You’re with child? A babe? Does Legolas know?”

You stop as well. “I was thinking I’d tell him tonight. But unsure how, he’s already stressed with his father’s men following us. How am I supposed to tell him that I’m pregnant?”

“Approach him carefully about it, sit by the waterfall and reminisce about anything and everything.” Awren pulls her arm back, only for her to fix your hair and clothes. “It doesn’t have to be over the finest dinner or intimacy. It will be perfect with just the two of you.”

“I sometimes believe that I do not deserve you Arwen.”

“I will always be here if you need me, you are my friend.” Arwen takes you by the hand and leads you to Rivendell’s infirmary. “Come, we must make sure the babe is alright.”

Legolas received word from Arwen that you wished to meet to discuss an important matter. Arwen sounded excited but it made Legolas go into a panic for some reason. It felt like hours when he was looking for you, yet it was only a few minutes later when he found you sitting next to a stream.

“There you are, I was beginning to believe that you were planning something.” Legolas came closer, taking a seat beside you. “I know that look, you have something to tell me. If you do not wish to discuss it then do force yourself.”

“No, I… I need to say it. It’s just been a grueling time going from one place and to another. But I cannot say that the journey didn’t have some ups as well. Especially that time a bird startled you, causing you to fall into the water.” You giggled.

“If my memory serves me right, it wasn’t the bird but in fact you. You came from behind and pushed me.” Legolas corrected.

“Not very graceful, is it?”

“Lord Elrond said we could remain here for as long as we like. But like you said, we could head South, find some place to relax for once.”

“Wouldn’t your father find us?”

“Most likely but he wouldn’t risk going too far from his borders and put a chance into his men’s lives.”

“Well… It doesn’t matter where we decide to retire, as long as our child is safe.”

Your words took a matter of minutes to hit Legolas. His eyes widened. “A-Are you certain? For how long?” He grinned, ear to ear as he placed a hand on your stomach.

“About six weeks, maybe seven.” Your hand comes to clasps his hand tightly. “I meant what I said, it doesn’t matter where we go. It would be a home to me.”

“First an adventure, then chased by my father’s men, and now a child. Quite a journey it has been, but I wouldn’t ask for anything else.” Legolas puts his forehead against yours, his other hand feeling the braids in your hair.

You let Legolas choose where to settle, it was perfect. It was a small forest, and where he chose, there was a spacious land with a pond and stream not far. It wasn’t long before you both started planning and then building.

“Shouldn’t it be quite bigger?” Legolas questioned, standing where you were to look at the nearly finished wooden house. “In case of future children?”

You smack his shoulder. “One at a time, Legolas. One at a time.” You smiled. “We could add more rooms later on. Perhaps a second floor and a fireplace? I rather not freeze during the winter.”

“One at a time.” Legolas horribly mimicked your voice, getting another slap to the shoulder. His hands come over to your obvious baby bump. “Thought of any names yet?”

“I was hoping you’d have any.”

“How about Elwyn for a boy and Siofra for a girl?”

“I like the sound of them.” You looked back at the house. “What is left?”

“I just have to make sure it doesn’t collapse on us and head into the closest town to search for herbs and such. It shouldn’t be a long trip.”

Legolas took your hand to lead you into the home, it would need some decorations as it felt bare but it was perfect nonetheless. “It feels like yesterday when you asked me to join you on another adventure. Or when you proposed and married me.”

He runs his hand over the walls of the home. “We shall create new memories here, just us and our children. Forget my father and those who disagree. This house will be filled with warmth, and I will make sure it will remain protected.”

“Remember-” Your cup his face with your hands, running your thumb over his cheeks. “This house is also for us to relax, I believe we will be safe.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop worrying.”

“Good, the babe should be coming in a couple of days. I already have enough things to worry about.”

“That reminds me.” Legolas moved from your grasp and towards his bag where he pulled out the wood that he was carving months ago. He shaped it into a horse. “I wanted to give this to you early but working on the house kept me from finishing it, a gift for the babe.”

“It’s amazing Legolas.” You took it into your hands carefully. “I’m sure they will love it.”

You never thought you’d have this in your life. You never thought you could have any of this, and you would never ask for a change. This is all you need.

© Intoxicated-Chan 2023, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.

[shirefantasies]

I just recently got into LOTR and discovered your blog yesterday night at like 4 am and couldn't stop reading because it gives me the biggest comfort ahhh 🥺🩷🩷 please never stop (ofc only if you're enjoying it), you are an oasis in this LOTR tumblr drought

I wanted to ask, if possible, how you would imagine napping with the Fellowship guys individually would go? How/if they would cuddle you, and their sleeping positions and all? Thank you so much in advance (this is my first time ever sending a request to sb, I hope I did this correctly 🥲)

Yes, you absolutely did! That's such an awesome title 😎 and kinda what I was going for tbh, I felt like I had to be the blog I wanted to see 😂 so glad that resonates with more people! Gurl (in a general-neutral way) I don’t intend to anytime soon, I am enjoying it 😎😆

Napping with the Fellowship

Aragorn

Aragorn is laid clumsily over your form, you having fallen asleep nearly the moment he laid you down and him softly debating joining you before giving into exhaustion whether he liked it or not. When you awake, though, eyes fluttering slowly open, there he is still at your side, gazing at you with a small, private look of love in his eyes. Something pokes you; rolling over, you feel it dart away and quickly realize you’d been crushing poor Strider’s arms the entire time. You apologize of course, but he shakes his head even as he attempts to return blood flow to his arms, chuckling deeply and telling you you needed the rest.

Legolas

Starts off on the other side of the bed from you to be polite. Legolas has his pillow and you have yours. The more sleep takes you, however, the closer both of your bodies inch, one of Legolas's arms falling over you. By the time you awake, he gas been up for a bit- that or he just immediately looks as alert as ever. He is on his side when you first gaze upon him again, one hand beneath you, the other running gently over your hair.

Boromir

Engulfs you in his form as he drifts off, his hands winding around your back and holding the back of your head. Suffocated as you might feel, you know how badly he needs a comforting touch and settle in. A smile creeps onto your lips as his hand runs over your hair. You wake before Boromir does, taking the opportunity to flip over, leaning over to trace the lines of his face. Catching you, Boromir grins, amusement dancing in his blue-green eyes as he tugs you into a kiss.

Gimli

Good fortune if you manage to fall asleep beneath Gimli’s snoring! All jokes aside, the dwarf holds you fast, usually against his chest since he prefers lying on his back, and provides you all the warmth you could want and then some. His head lolls, tickling you with the ends of his beard every now and again before you drift off... When you wake once more, you discover that Gimli has turned onto his side facing you, his eyes fluttering open soon after yours. Some over-the-top sweet nothings escape his lips that have you leaning in to kiss him.

Frodo

Heart practically bursting at the pain in his eyes, you bid, no, demand Frodo try to get some rest and offer to nap alongside him for safety. Reluctant as he looks initially, he agrees and lets you tug him against your body, relaxing ever-so-slightly the moment his back first brushes your chest. As you drowse, you run your hand over his head, letting your fingers tangle in his curls and scratching his scalp lightly. Leaning forward, you see his lips curve upward in contentment and break out in a smile of your own. The last sensation you remember before falling asleep his Frodo's hand grasping yours...

Sam

Prefers laying on his back, flushing as you fall on top of him like a blanket. Sam is all smiles as your hands hold his sides, your noses brushing as you lean down for a kiss. Jokes abound that you’ll never fall asleep like that, but somehow in the haze of it all you find yourself waking again and pressing kisses to Sam’s lips before his own eyes open. Once again, he’s all smiles, glancing down at the way your hand is tracing patterns on his chest, stopping only when he holds it.

Merry

A perfect excuse to snake his hands across your waist and nuzzle into your neck, he thinks! He may even act sleepy just as an excuse to cuddle. In the end, though, the both of you do fall asleep that way, tightly wound against each other. Waking up is serendipitous, always simultaneous as your eyelashes flutter to reveal you staring blearily into each other’s eyes, smiles creeping across your lips.

Pippin

You’ve been cuddled up together long before either one of you falls asleep. He lays facing you, arms thrown over your shoulders and legs tangled together, breathing and heartbeats in sync. No excuse was needed for a nap, both of your eyelids fluttering shut amidst the warmth and joy. Such is how you drift off into a slumber, but when you awake, Pippin's head has fallen back onto yours, weighing it down and keeping you pinned there half beneath him. You can only complain so much, though, upon seeing the serene expression across Pippin's sleeping face.