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luckynumber-8 · 1 year ago

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As Cold as Ice (Sam Gamgee x F Hobbit! Reader)

Description: The Fellowship has been stopped at Caradrahas, and you and the hobbits are beginning to feel the cold.

Warnings: gets angsty, reader momentarily contemplates death

a/n: Well, I did it! First one shot! Also, I should mention I like writing in a universe that's closer to the books than the movies, and I thought, where better for an angsty fic than that part where they're stuck in the blizzard and everyone is getting hypothermia? Leave a comment of some feedback if you will, it's like "writer motivation juice":)

“Caradhras was called the Cruel, and has an ill name,” said Gimli, “long years ago, when rumor of Sauron had not been heard in these lands.”

“It matters little who is the enemy, if we cannot beat off his attack,” said Gandalf.

“But what can we do?” cried Pippin. He was leaning on Merry and Frodo, and he was shivering.

“Either stop where we are, or go back,” said Gandalf. “It is no good going on. Only a little higher, if I remember rightly, this path leaves the cliff and runs into a wide shallow trough at the bottom of a long hard slope. We should have no shelter there from snow, or stones – or anything else.”

“And it is no good going back while the storm holds,” said Aragorn. “We have passed no place on the way up that offered more shelter than this cliff-wall we are under now.”

“Shelter!” muttered Sam. “If this is shelter, then one wall and no roof make a house.”

~ J. R. R. Tolkien

You wrapped your cloak about your shoulders as tightly as it would go, rubbing the coarse, worn threads against your shoulders in a vain attempt to get warmer. The snowstorm hadn’t let up at all since the Fellowship had slowed to wait out the storm, and you were beginning to feel the biting cold – really feel it, in a deep and scary way that was freezing the feeling right out of your body and making you feel all thick and heavy.

To your right, the other four hobbits were huddled in a cluster behind Bill the pony, trying to stay warm. Sam, angel that he was, was actively trying to warm his companions up, rubbing their shoulders and pulling blankets out of packs to wrap them in. You watched as he wrapped a blanket around Frodo’s shoulders, then practically squawked in alarm and pulled Pippin up from where he’d been trying to lay his head down in the snow – he was the tiniest of the five of you and hadn’t been bearing the frigid temperatures very well.

Even though there was no heat to be found anywhere, a tiny part of your core warmed watching Sam take such good care of his friends. You knew that, even in a hopeless situation like this one, he’d fight until the very last to protect everyone that he could. Me next, a tiny voice in the back of your mind whispered. Please come take care of me next.

A gust of wind blew snowflakes into your eyelashes, and you choked on a cough as the bitterly cold air hit the back of your throat. You knew Sam wouldn’t be coming to warm you – you explicitly told him not to. There’d only been room for four to shelter behind Bill, and you knew in your heart of hearts that the other four were far more important to the quest than you were. They hadn’t asked for you to sneak after them on this quest – it wasn’t their fault that you’d been snooping to see why Sam was moving to Crickhollow. They didn’t make you chase after them into the old forest when they suddenly left early one morning, or stalk them until you were all caught by the Barrow-Wight. They weren’t supposed to be saddled with you, and you weren’t going to be the one extra person who caused the downfall of the Fellowship.

Sam had been angry when he found you’d tagged along. The two of you had fought – he’d said things that made your heart ache, like “you weren’t supposed to be here,” “I never wanted you involved in something like this,” “can’t you just go home, Y/N?” Because you wanted to be there. You wanted to be there, heart, body, and soul, because he was there. You’d die before you let Samwise Gamgee run off on a dangerous quest that he might never return from without saying so much as goodbye to you. In fact, there was quite a bit more you’d like to say to him, but the two of you had barely said two words in passing to each other since that fight. Because then the Nazgul had come, and you’d had no choice but to continue on with Strider and the rest. They were stuck with you.

But you weren’t as important. You weren’t needed, and you could feel it. Which was why you were letting the other hobbits take the available shelter; “I’ll be fine keeping watch here,” you’d told Sam shortly. “Tend to the others. I’ll sit with Boromir and Legolas.”

Now, the cold was getting to you, and almost twice as fast as the others. You’d been sitting on Boromir’s right, and his tall figure provided some refuge from the gusts of snow that blew at you, but small piles of white were beginning to collect in the folds of your clothing, and your eyelashes were cold against your face when you blinked, which you were doing much more slowly and frequently as the cold threatened to take you into a never-ending sleep.

Perhaps this is how they’ll get me off their hands, you thought dejectedly. This cold will freeze me to the bone, but perhaps it’s better off that way.

Another part of your mind pushed back. You haven’t told him how you feel yet, it argued. You’ve got to live for the day that you can hold Samwise’s hands and tell him that you love him, live for a time when his arms will give you all the warmth you could ever need – a time past this when we can have time for love again.

You remembered his scathing comments, the ones that proved you weren’t wanted.

Perhaps life was just full of those sorts of disappointments, sorely and bitterly freezing, as cold as the end you were surely about to meet.

You closed your eyes, letting the cold numb away the last of the feelings you would ever have.

“Y/N?”

A voice.

“Y/N! Oh, she’s so cold...I never should have let her out of my sight.”

It couldn’t be. Shouldn’t be.

“Please, someone, a blanket…anything! Get her warm. Bless you. Boromir. I’ll repay you somehow, swear. Hold on to me, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

You fastened yourself to the sound of Sam’s voice, and hauled on it as hard as you could to pull yourself back to the conscious world.

One eye opened, then the other. You gasped and shuddered as the cold came rushing back in an icy surge – the numbness was leaving, but at least you still had feeling in your extremities. As you came to, you noticed just the barest warm presence enveloping you, not unlike a blanket.

You half-expected to be met with snowflakes falling into your eyes, but none came. You were met with the image of a tall animal with four legs, shuffling its feet to keep warm.

“Bill?” You rasped, confused. Then you realized where you were – and how you were, more so.

It was Sam. Of course, it was Sam. He was holding you tightly in his arms, with the two of you seated so you were as close as possible; if you would have had any blood circulation to spare, you might have managed a blush. His warm chest pressed against your back, and a scrap of something soft was tucked around you – a scrap of Boromir’s cloak, you realized, cut rather jaggedly like it had been sliced with a sword.

“This will be the death of the halflings,” you heard Boromir say, but his voice was distant in your ears. You managed to tilt your head so you could look into Sam’s eyes.

I’m sorry for being such a burden, you wanted to say. I’m sorry that I’m here.

Instead, all you could stutter was, “S-s-so c-c-c-cold, hur-r-rts.”

Sam looked back at you, a startlingly fierce look in his eyes. “I know. I’m so sorry I let you go so far. But you’re going to get warm again, soon if I have any say in it. We’re going to be alright, Y/N.”

The sudden his change in his demeanor was unexpected, but you weren’t going to complain. You nestled closer, clutching the scrap of Boromir’s cloak in one hand and Sam’s arm in the other.

A rustle in the snow next to you – Legolas knelt down next to Sam, holding a bottle. “Miruvor,” he said softly. “Elven cordial – one small sip for each of us, but it holds the promise of fresh strength and warmth. There is enough to split between the five of you.” He handed the bottle to Sam with an encouraging look.

Sam held the bottle straight out to you. “You have mine, Y/N,” he said stoutly. “I haven’t felt the cold much, I’ll do alright without.”

It was tempting to take the liquor and down as much as you could – it was clear and sparkling in the bottle and smelled of warm spices. But you pressed it back into Sam’s hand, noting how his fingertips had an icy coolness to them. “There’s enough for each of us,” you echoed. “You first, Samwise.” You tightened your grip on his wrist, weak as it was, hoping to communicate that you hadn’t completely lost your strength.

Sam shook his head and uncorked the flask. “I’d never known anyone more stubborn before you, do you know that?”

You chuckled, just a little. “I’d s-say yes, but you’ve known your-r-self your whole life.”

He was convinced quickly – you guessed he was colder than he let on. After a tiny sip, it was your turn. The liquid hit your throat warmer than you’d expected, and you shivered at its sweetness and flavor. The miruvor had a vitality to it that you’d never gotten from any food before – part of the elven magic, you supposed.

Sam would have gone absolutely mad over this back when we were still naïve little Shirefolk, you thought sadly. Not just having been in the presence of elves, but traveling with them, and tasting their potions…only the circumstances absolutely ruin it.

You felt your strength returning, and an internal warmth tingled through your bones. Your limbs moved with less stiffness, and your eyelids didn’t feel so heavy – the cold was by no means blocked out, but the worst of it seemed to have come to pass.

You lifted your head and looked around. Gandalf seemed to have overcome his aversion to fire, for one had been lit and was crackling merrily under the shelter of the cliff. The other hobbits were huddled around it; Merry was practically pouring the last of the elf cordial down Pippin’s throat (the youngest hobbit looked to be in barely a better state than you were). Frodo was curled up next to Boromir, who was constantly prodding the hobbit to ensure he was awake.

It was at this point you realized you were still seated on Sam’s lap, and an uncomfortable number of conflicting feelings struck you with such ferocity that it seemed more prudent to avoid them altogether, You made to crawl off of Sam’s lap and join everyone at the fire, but a firm grip on your wrist held you back.

“Wait.” There was a different note in Sam’s voice, one that made you turn quickly. “I want to know why you did that just now. Why would you put yourself at risk like that, refusing shelter and tryin’ to go off on your own? You could have easily died. Matter of fact, you almost did.”

This was it. Here came the conflict again – why are you here, Y/N, ruining our grand adventure? Maybe if you just laid it all out on him, he’d leave you be.

You inhaled, then let all the words on your mind out in one breath so nothing could be held back. “I don’t belong here, Samwise Gamgee. You of all people should see that, since you’re the one who tells me so often. I know I’m a burden, and I hate that you hate that I’m here. This whole quest would be better off without me, alright? You, Frodo, Pippin, Merry – you’re the important ones. You need to survive, so I gave you the shelter. It doesn’t matter if I die here. In fact, it would probably help you all along. So there you have it. Happy? Now if you don’t mind, I do prefer being alive at this time, so I’m going to try and get some warmth.” The rant left a nasty taste in your mouth, like you’d spit something toxic.

“It does matter.”

You didn’t want to hold your breath, to wait and see what followed, but you did anyway, because no matter what he had said, there was a reason you’d stole away from Crickhollow early that morning. There was a reason you’d chased Sam all the way through Middle Earth, up until now.

Sam took your hand in his. “It matters to me, Y/N. It matters because… because… well…” He stopped and looked away.

You were speechless. In all your time, Sam Gamgee was the poet. He always had pretty words to say. You’d never seen him at a loss for them.

When he turned back, that fiery look of resolution was back on his face. You almost didn’t have time to process it, because before you could blink, he was kissing you – a strong, passionate, romantic sort of kiss, one that would have had you weak at the knees if you weren’t already sitting on them. You once again found yourself frozen and unable to move, but this time it wasn’t cold or altogether unpleasant; in fact, a lovely, tingly sort of warmth was spreading through you. You summoned up all your willpower and threw your arms around Sam, kissing him back with as much intent as you could muster.

After some undefinable amount of time (you never knew how long that first kiss of yours was – only that there were many future ones), he finally pulled away, as pink in the cheeks as a frozen hobbit could be. “I hope that explains some things,” he said rather shyly. “I only wished you weren’t here because this quest could be the end of us all, and I want you alive and happy and safe. If I were to be the selfish sort, I’d have taken you with me from the beginning, if only so I could have your beauty and kindness to get me through the struggles of each day.”

You shivered, though the cold likely wasn’t the cause. There was the poet you’d fallen in love with – the strong soul who you knew would probably be the reason this quest succeeded, if the Fellowship could make it off this cursed mountain. “Well, you make the worst sort of liar, Samwise,” you said, but there was a smile on your face. “You had me fooled – though I suppose you’ve somewhat made up for it now.” In fact, you could barely suppress the giddy grin that was trying to stretch your frozen cheeks.

Sam laced his fingers through your cold ones. “Well, I suppose there’s no turning back now, so we might as well make the best of it. I suppose I can hardly complain now, with you as my companion...or sweetheart now, I suppose.”

“I’ll tell you a secret,” you whispered, “I’ve always wanted to hear you say those words.” You squeezed his hand. “I came because I couldn’t stand to leave you, and I don’t plan to. Let’s go warm our bones before we freeze into a pair of hobbit-sicles.” You tugged him after you to the fire, which warmed everyone through the night.

Hope no longer seemed so far away.

#lotr #lotr imagine #samwise imagine #sam x reader #sam gamgee x reader #samwise x reader

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matiasthecamilion · 2 months ago

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Hc about the Gamgee siblings

So.... Hey!

I'm just going to leave some of my headcanons and drawings that I have about the siblings

Sisters:

May (0.85cm):

° The prettiest of the sisters (according to hobbit standards)

° The most feminine.

° Her craft is to be a healer and midwife (she later taught Rosie)

° Her Pa' and Sam taught her to recognize medicinal plants and how to use them.

° She likes to sew and mend.

° The most romantic among all her siblings (after Sam)

° She hates mud but adapts well to field work.

° She, along with Daisy, are the ones who take care of their Pa' the most and are attentive to him.

° She has a strong hand but she doesn't like to fight.

° She is very good at cooking

Daisy (1.00 m):

° She has a motherly and serious nature.

° She is in charge of directing the management and tasks of the home.

° Mother complex.

° The strongest of her sisters.

° The most similar to Bell (except for her brown hair)

° Works as a laundress.

° Of all the siblings, she's the one who understands best with Hamson.

° She has a special affection for Frodo.

° She's not very good at cooking but she makes up for it.

° She is very good at accounting.

Marigold (0.90 cm):

° The most outgoing along with Hal.

° The most "bocona" (that is, she can't stop talking even when she shouldn't)

° She is a little spoiled.

° She is in charge of running errands for their home.

° She always wants to follow Sam wherever he goes.

° Has an affinity with animals.

° Work at the Cotton's Farm (mainly for jobs that don't require a lot of physical strength)

° The most open-minded of the siblings.

° Especially attached to Hamfast (although she doesn't know how to show it)

° She has no problem doing heavy work.

° She is quite insightful.

° Her hair is extremely unruly and uncontrolled.

° She is the most likely to fight or argue (Véase, ella es peleona)

Brothers:

Halfred (1.12 cm):

° The tallest of the siblings.

° The most extrovert.

° His craft is being a baker

° He is the least interested in gardening.

° He likes joking.

° When he is around his Pa' he tries to keep a serious attitude.

° He gets along specifically well with Marigold.

° His best friend is Hamson.

° From time to time he helps MG with her work on the Farm.

° He is much more observant than he seems.

° Sam and MG are his spoiled little siblings.

° He doesn't know how to express his emotions.

° He loves to dance.

Hamson (1.00m):

° Along with Daisy they have the same eyes as Bell.

° Big brother complex.

° He has the most serious character of all the siblings.

° The most similar to the Gaffer in personality.

° He and Daisy always seek comfort in each other.

° His craft is to be a carpenter.

° He is in charge of repairing the furniture in their home or in Bag end.

° He finds it difficult to express his emotions.

° (Although he may not seem like it) he is very judgmental(? with his neighbors (Or Es bien juzgoncito)

° He goes out of his way for his siblings.

° He cares too much about his dad.

° Daisy is his confidant.

° He tried for a while to be the support of his home to relieve his father (although his Gaffer obviously did not allow it)

° Sometimes he helped his dad with the gardens.

° He is the one who has spent the most time with Frodo among the siblings and that is why he worries about him (although he chooses to keep his distance)

Samwise (1.10m):

° He is the most physically similar to his dad.

° The shyest of the siblings.

° Lass are easily attracted to him.

° Before Frodo's arrival in Bag End he thought that Bilbo was the most elvish hobbit in the entire Shire.

° May taught him everything he knows about cooking.

° He adores the dirt and plants almost as much as the Gaffer.

° He is quite clumsy but when he concentrates on doing things he is passionate about or protecting his loved ones, he stops being that way.

° He composes songs and poems in his free time.

° He knows how to draw structurally correct flowers.

° Gets angry easily.

° Explosive temperament.

° He spends most of his time lost in his head.

° He tends to talk more when it comes to people he feels comfortable with.

° It is difficult for him to express his emotions in front of his dad.

° He is constantly scolded for "talking about fantastic nonsense".

#lotr #lord of the rings #sam gamgee #samwise gamgee #Gamgee siblings #Hamson gamgee #Halfred gamgee #marigold #Marigold gamgee #Daisy gamgee #May gamgee #yes i know #I have to much hc about them #Maybe I think too much about them

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okay-j-hannah · 2 years ago

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Part 4: The Griever

The Lord of the Rings : Multishot

Samwise Gamgee x Reader

Word count: 6138

Warnings: 😢 talk of grief and loss. 💙 slight depression. 🥰 love. 🥰 love. 🥰 love.

Request: “Could I request a multishot with samwise gamgee x reader and sam has always had a crush on her, but on their journey he realizes she's even better than he imagined her to be (like when you stop crushing but actually fall in love)” @the-narnian-sea

A/N: I’ve skipped Caradhras, the mines of Moria, and the river Anduin

Part 3: The Heroine

Part 4: The Griever {You Are Here}

Part 5:

S.R. 1395

The sun was beginning to sink below the grassy hills of the Shire, warming the hobbit holes with the orange summer night air. Little (Y/N), not yet old enough to be considered a tween, was stretching her fingers towards the warm orange glow.

Her not so little hobbit feet were directed towards the distant tree line, a rust colored leather and linen pack across one shoulder.

She was quite determined this time. This time she meant it. She was going to run away – for real. The trees sang for her with their shimmering leaves made golden by the setting sun. The nimble squirrels and clever foxes called to her with their scurrying steps. The wild berries, round and bright, begged to be picked and eaten.

There was absolutely, positively, no way she was going to chicken out and return home within a fortnight. Not like the other four times.

She felt her steps become lighter as she neared the forest edge, excitement making her feel as weightless as a cloud. She audibly giggled, “I wonder if the owls have still nested in the great northern oak,” she muttered to herself.

The forest meant she could discuss these serious matters aloud without the fear of pointed ears searching for tavern gossip.

“Surely they’ve protected my stash of poisonous arrows.” She flounced as the crickets began to speak to her in turn, as if she adorned one of her mother’s custom hobbit dresses instead of the trousers she stole from Merry’s dresser.

“Poisonous arrows?” boomed a voice, “I had no idea you were so skilled in such alchemy.”

(Y/N) became stiff, choking on her own giggle. She tilted her head and slowly trailed her eyes up, up, up… to Gandalf.

The bearded old man smiled, blue eyes twinkling, “On the hunt for Wargs, no doubt.”

She began to smile sheepishly, “Master Gandalf…”

“I see you’ve come prepared.” He nudged her leather pack with the end of his staff, “An attempt to run away?”

“No!” she said loudly, “I… I just went to pick some summer berries for my mother’s jam. She’s been preparing the jars all day.”

Gandalf gave a gruff, “Humph,” as his staff poked further and lifted the pack flap. Just on the surface was a checkered cloth of bread and cheese and a set of flint and steel, tied together with string.

“Do you need a fire to prepare these summer berries?”

(Y/N) added rosy cheeks and downcast eyes to her sheepish face. “Did my parents send you?”

“No, my dear,” Gandalf said warmly, “I was merely on a stroll myself.”

“Are you going to take me home?”

The wizard scratched at his beard as if blind to the young hobbit’s embarrassment. “I don’t see a reason why. I would hate to disturb such a beautiful evening by escorting an excellent forester to reprimanding parents.”

(Y/N) tucked a bundle of crazed hobbit curls behind her ear, hopeful eyes returning to the old man, “I quite agree, Master Gandalf.”

“Wonderful,” he said, planting his staff forward, “Then I would like to invite you on my stroll into the woods.”

Her head perked, “I would be delighted!” And she bounced alongside his considerate pace. “I thought for sure my plans were dashed.”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” Gandalf said, leading the way as the sky darkened from lavender to indigo. “But now that we are on our way, I would inform you of a splendid clearing just ahead, nestled in a grove of trees.”

(Y/N) craned her neck to catch the wizard’s face, “Is that so?”

“Perhaps we could put that flint and steel to good use?”

“I thought you could conjure fire with your magic.”

Gandalf concealed a warming chuckle, “I have lit the occasional smoking pipe, it is true. But a young forester learns nothing by watching a wizard use magic.”

Little (Y/N) and Master Gandalf then spent the majority of the night in the beforementioned clearing between the trees. (Y/N) showed the wizard how she fashioned crooked arrows from fallen sticks. Gandalf taught her to blow through a blade of grass to produce a whistle.

The pair of them gathered kindling for a small fire beneath the canopy of leaves and starlight. (Y/N) attempted to create a spark large enough to set the dry grasses aflame, but after a few attempts Gandalf sent a concealed spell that made the wood smolder and light instantly.

He didn’t say anything as (Y/N) turned to him positively beaming, “I did it!”

“That you did, my dear,” he laughed, “That you did.”

They each told stories of their adventures – Gandalf’s considerably more grand with his talk of mountains and mines and the sea. Although, (Y/N)’s were far more enjoyable as she required the use of her entire body to describe exactly how large the fish was that pulled her into the Brandywine River.

Gandalf revealed a cloth bundle of his own that revealed a few sausage links and tomatoes. It sent (Y/N) down another imagined adventure where she was a famed chef of the most noble kingdoms of old. A traveling cloak she packed for the cold now tied around her waist, she prepared the food and handed a roasting stick to the wizard.

Feasting on smoked sausage, grilled tomatoes, and fresh bread, (Y/N) found herself falling dangerously close to sleep, her eyes becoming heavier and heavier.

Gandalf removed the cloth being used as a plate from her lap and sat closer in case she fell to her dreams. “I’ve enjoyed our evening together, Miss. (Y/N).”

She smiled, “I’m grateful I ran into you, Master Gandalf.”

He matched her smile, “Might I inquire of something, my dear?” At her tired nod he continued, “What prompted you to make such a journey to the wood?”

Searching for the words, she hummed. “Pervinca Took spread an awful rumor at the pond today.”

Gandalf arched a bushy eyebrow, “Your cousin?”

“Pippin’s older sister,” she said quietly, feeling the heavy effects of sleep, “She told everyone that the reason I’m so peculiar is because I’m not actually a hobbit at all. I am some halfling troll adopted into a generous hobbit family.”

Gandalf frowned, softly placing his arm around the young girl, “As you said, it is but a rumor. A form of trickery to satisfy ignorant and jealous feelings.”

“Pervinca’s jealous of me?”

“She doesn’t know how to have fun,” Gandalf tickled under her chin, and she squirmed with laughs, “And doesn’t know who she is, unlike yourself.”

“Who am I then, Gandalf?” She ended her squirming with nestling beside the old man, wrapped in the grey drapery of his cloak.

He watched her drift off to sleep, having stayed up too late for a child so young. “An excellent young forester and admirable companion. You are someone who is just beginning, yet wise beyond your years. I have no doubt that you’ll surpass the legends you create within your mind just as you have surpassed the expectations of the hobbits in this Shire.”

The old wizard sent another concealed spell of magic through the trees, requesting his waiting horse and wagon to appear. The wide expanse of the wagon filled with fireworks and other tinkering objects, Gandalf rose to carry (Y/N) to the riding bench up front.

He extinguished the fire and retrieved their supplies, giving an encouraging pat to the horse that waited so patiently when the wizard asked it to graze while he approached the wandering hobbit girl he spotted running to the woods.

They made a slow journey home, (Y/N) snug in Gandalf’s side. The old man returned to her parents, assuring them she was quite all right. He ensured her safety and peace of mind before escorting her to the hobbit hole.

They expressed their gratitude, but Gandalf merely waved them off and said, “She is a remarkable girl, that (Y/N). I look forward to the adventures we’ll have together.”

~~~

Present Day

Gandalf was a great deal many things to many people.

He was a disturber of the peace, wise councilman to all races, a mysterious traveler that peddled his fireworks, and a symbol of aid and magic.

But to (Y/N) he was her friend. A friend that spent many evenings distracting her from the ignorance and pity of the Shire through adventures in the wood and lessons of the world. Besides her family, her three cousins, and her scattered friendships with those like Samwise, Gandalf was of the few that was genuinely kind.

He was a gateway to outside the Shire – she adored and revered him.

Now he was gone.

The fellowship was somberly making their way towards the woods ahead, leaving the damnable remains of Moria behind. The only motivation to move was the fear of orcs and goblins daring to venture outside the sanctuary of their mines.

And to not shame Gandalf’s sacrifice to get them out.

(Y/N) lingered at the back of the group, scratching at the mixture of tears and earth smeared on her face. Dirt and coal and grime from beneath the mountain caked her knuckles and smudged her complexion.

It smelt of damp caves, coppery tangs, and death.

She dug in her pockets for a scrap of cloth to clean her face and relieve her of the horrid remnants of the mines. She found a square white handkerchief with the initials S.G. sewn in the corner with blue thread.

She rubbed at her eyes carelessly and rough, pulling the handkerchief away to see large blotches of black. She couldn’t make a sound as she cried, folding the dirtied cloth to a clean side and scrubbing at her chin and neck.

“Here.”

Her ruddy, blotched face found Samwise approaching, hand outstretched. The rest of the slow moving fellowship was venturing deeper into the woods.

(Y/N) bowed her head as she realized he was asking for the handkerchief. He retrieved the cloth and dampened it with his waterskin. Slowly and gently he used the wet corners to clean her face.

“We should stay close,” he said quietly, “I understand not wanting to be near the fellowship, but I don’t want you straying from my side.” He washed beneath her eyes and around her cheeks, “Please.”

She couldn’t reply, her throat strained from trying to contain her cries. She nodded instead, which seemed to lift Sam’s spirits. Boldly he offered his hand and ensured they both made it back to their companions.

He didn’t ask her to speak, only supported her sorrowful heart with his hand in hers.

The fellowship was quiet and heavy the following nights, recovering from their harrowing journey into the mines of Moria. With such a close scrape with death among everyone in the company, each member had a revigorated sense of their own mortality.

(Y/N) could see the realization within her boisterous cousins. Merry put on a brave face, but Pippin struggled to keep his cries quiet at night. (Y/N) had the suspicion that the burden of the Ring had put Frodo in this dark mindset before.

It seemed to only press Samwise to be more candid about his affections towards her. As if small confessions and the fear of loss caused him a new sense of protectiveness for (Y/N).

During another long night of troublesome sleep, (Y/N) found her eyes open at the sound of the lookout being switched.

“You’re the last,” came Boromir’s gruff, lowered tone. “You’ll be here til daybreak.”

Sam replied, “Thank you.”

It was now common that the sound of Sam’s wakeful voice stirred (Y/N) from her sleep. And this night was no different as she waited for Boromir to crash on his bedroll.

She wrapped her blanket around her shoulders and rose for the log that Sam was sitting upon. After a few nights of this routine, he wasn’t so surprised to see her shadow grow from behind. He kept himself busy with something in his pack.

“Good evening,” he said quietly.

She sat beside him, eyeing the small smoldering flames of the campfire. Her words were sparse these days.

Sam was simply happy with the fact she desired his company. He pulled a thickset book from his pack, full of fresh, stocky pages. Digging further, he extracted a corked bottle and a smaller booklet wrapped with a belt.

(Y/N) watched him with an expressionless face. Since the events with Gandalf and the near death of her cousins, her lips held a slight frown in the corners. Her eyes were duller and heavy lidded.

Her heart felt stuffed in a too small chest.

Sam opened the first few pages of his book and revealed flattened flowers, glued and labeled with his quick scrawl.

(Y/N) found a piece of her buried beneath the sticky grief of memories perk up with interest. Perhaps Sam was compiling a botanical journal of plants he’d found while on the journey. She strained her eyes to read what the labels were saying.

Turning to a clean page, Sam retrieved the smaller booklet, undoing the buckle of the belt holding it closed. It opened to a page of print, but also more flowers pressed until they were flat. He delicately moved the dried plants to the garden journal.

Opening the corked bottle, a brush was pulled out stringy and thick with glue. He painted a section of the page, laying the flowers as if a prized possession. He ensured to brush the entire plant with the glue, keeping it in place.

In the upper corner he glued buds of blossom pink and speckled white, crisp and crinkled with being dried and pressed. In the lower corner he glued a few wildflowers adorned with rough grasses and wide leaves.

He recorked the glue bottle and traded it for a feathered pen, finding ink to carefully write in a clear space.

“Since you miss your gardens.”

(Y/N) blinked, “Is this a gardening journal?”

Sam hid a soft smile, “No.” He laid the book open to allow time for the new entry to dry.

“Are those…” (Y/N) continued, “Are those flowers I’ve given you?”

“Over the years,” Sam replied.

She felt her lips quiver, perhaps a smile attempting to make an appearance. “I knew you were sentimental, Sam, but that takes dedication.”

He shrugged, “I told you I’ve been dancing with the idea of you for years.” He gave her a tentative look, “It feels nice to tell you that now.”

She had to turn away to hide the warming smile on her face, “I always had my suspicions.”

“Did you really?”

“Well, when you’re tripping over yourself every time you see me and can barely speak to me, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with me.”

Sam drew in a deep sigh, “It was frustrating, is what it was. I couldn’t act like anything but a fool when you were around.”

She hummed thoughtfully, “I wouldn’t call you a fool. Twitterpated maybe.”

He nodded, “Twitterpated without a doubt. There’s always been something so enchanting about you.” His heart was quaking in his chest, but with his secret out in the open, speaking didn’t seem as impossible. “Gave me a silly crush.”

“Merry teased me about it when we were younger,” she mused, feeling the darkness of the past few days fade away, “Called me a damsel in need of a prince. He would joke that your nervous state was only ever when I was around. It sometimes made me think you didn’t like me.”

“Heavens, no,” he chuckled, “It was because I liked you too much.”

The seedlings growing in her heart had stretched into tall green stalks and broad leaves. They quivered at Sam’s tender words.

“I wish we could’ve explored it while still in the Shire.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, “Though I agree making something official now would make the journey more difficult… I hope my being candid in my affections isn’t overstepping.”

(Y/N) gazed at the glowing embers between them, a soft smile adorning her face, “In truth it makes me more determined to complete the mission and return home.”

Sam made an effort to contain the earsplitting grin trying to overtake his face. “I hope I didn’t imagine those words.”

She reached a hand over and placed it on his wrist, “Sam, I would be amiss to say I haven’t wished something more than friendship between us.” She grinned to see the wonder light in his eyes, “I’m glad to be here with you, Sam.”

He grabbed her hand between his and pressed a kiss there. “I’m going to ensure you’re by my side the remainder of this journey. I’ve got to make sure we return home together.”

~~~

Having ventured deep into the surrounding grey wood, elven friends found them quickly. Under the rule of the queen of Lothlorien, these elves led the fellowship to the heart of their forest.

The colors seemed to dim to sage and grey, somehow sparkling in the dull glow of the ancient magic of the elves. It was slow and peaceful and steady. (Y/N) could feel every beat of her heart and every breath enter her body.

Mighty Mallorn trees grew taller and thicker than all the others. Those of Lothlorien hollowed out the trunks and resided there. Small, rounded windows spiraled up the home trees, revealing candlelight and birdsong.

An elven leader, Haldir, led them to the inner city. Pale walls adorned in green, and silver sheltered them from the soft light of the sun.

It was put to shame by the entrance of the queen, the Lady Galadriel. She floated down the main staircase, a shimmering droplet of starlight descending from the heavens. She radiated elegance with every step.

(Y/N) found herself bowing her head without a prompt.

Another elf, grave and beautiful, spoke first, “Nine there are, yet ten there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him.”

A hand squeezed (Y/N)’s heart.

Galadriel turned her piercing eyes from Frodo to (Y/N). “He has fallen into shadow,” she spoke quietly to her husband. She sought more answers in (Y/N)’s face and saw the dark blue rings beneath her eyes – the sunken state of her cheeks.

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. You are guests here and will be treated as such.” Her mouth continued to move, but it didn’t match the words that (Y/N) heard in her head.

Galadriel was now speaking within her mind. Her hand jumped into Sam’s on instinct.

“Hello, forester. Spirit of the wood. I see your grief. I see it eating at your being.” The crystal blue of her eyes peered down at the hands of Sam and (Y/N) together. “I see your heart. It seeks comfort. Please find rest and reprieve in my home.”

(Y/N) blinked a few times before giving a simple nod. Sam squeezed her hand.

As if they’d always been there, an elf maiden motioned for (Y/N) to follow her. Making an effort to keep hold of Sam’s fingers until the last second, she whispered a farewell and followed her guide.

She was taken to one of the spiraling tree trunks, the soft white gold light of fireflies lighting their path. She was surprised to be given an entire bedchamber and ensuite washroom all to herself.

“Does this seem adequate to serve your needs?” the elf maiden asked quietly.

“More than adequate,” (Y/N) mumbled, sinking in on herself. “Where are my companions?”

“They have their own quarters,” the elf said, making her way to the washroom, “The Lady Queen thought it appropriate to give you your own room. Weeks in the wilderness with nine men seems a worthy enough reason for a girl to receive special attention.”

(Y/N) snorted, “How very gracious of her.”

But her heart yearned with a sudden pain of the moments she’d grown to love with Sam in the middle of the night when he took his turn on lookout. There wouldn’t be any need for that there.

“There are hot natural pools where we secure bathwater,” the elf maiden returned from the washroom. “Please take your time. You are free to anything in this room. I won’t disturb you until morning.”

(Y/N) wasn’t sure what else to say other than, “Thank you,” before she was left alone in the large, decorous room. At the sound of a bath she suddenly felt every inch of grime on her like never before.

It was a wonder that Sam still felt affection for her with the awful state she was probably in.

Slowly, as if every step was a heavy weight that required immense effort, she walked into the washroom. It was refined with pale green and silver grey. A large, wooden bathtub resided near a window with the most magnificent view of the pearly forest.

As if the tree grew in that manner, branches circled the tub, like a bird nest securing hot water. It provided a bench of sorts for support and shelving for tasteful bottles. Not the ceramic and clay bottles of the Shire, but colored glass adorned with gold.

Picking one up, (Y/N) uncapped it to smell a beautiful concoction of strawberry and vanilla. Her mind was drawn back to the famous strawberries and cream from her home.

She promptly dumped the whole bottle into the bath.

Steam billowed as the water was mixed with the milky pink soap. It bubbled where she poured.

She relieved herself of the dirty, stained clothes she’d worn the entire journey and folded them neatly on a bench cushion. And with a great sigh of relief, she slipped into the perfumed bathwater, feeling the heat instantly work at her tired feet and knotted shoulders.

It was quiet and warm and cleansing. Not just of the dirt coating her body, but of her mind. It was like taking care of herself in that moment reminded her of a time before the darkness of Gandalf’s demise – the fear of almost losing not just her life, but of those around her.

It might have been one hour, it might have been many, but as she scrubbed her skin clean with strawberry suds there was a definite lift in her mood.

She found a long sleeved pearlescent nightgown to wear as she grabbed a comb to untangle her unruly hobbit curls. Nails polished with soap and skin dewy with berry creams and lotions, (Y/N) found herself drifting to bed on a dream cloud.

The mattress was feathered and cool with silken sheets. The pillow was even more wonderful as she sunk her face into its down stuffing.

And she drifted off instantly – exhaustion and grief pulling her eyelids close.

It was the soundest she had ever slept. Although still missing the hour when she could awaken to steal precious moments alone with Samwise.

True to her word, the elf maiden didn’t return until late the next morning. (Y/N) peacefully woke from the deepest of slumbers to a platter of meats, cheeses, and fresh fruits. Silken in the white lace dressing gown, she rolled off the bed to reach the platter by the window.

Plucking a grape she heard the door open to reveal the elf maiden. She brought with her a silver trimmed dress, fashionable to the elves of Lothlorien. It glittered like starlight on a smoky-grey sky.

“I don’t normally wear dresses,” she said quietly.

The tall elf smiled warmly, “I did notice the trousers.” She laid the fabric over her arm, so it shimmered, “But I assure you that trousers are not needed for your stay. Enjoy your time out of the wilderness with a few luxuries.”

(Y/N) smiled, eyeing the dress with a sudden heat in her stomach. The last time she admired a dress was one her mother had handsewn for Uncle Bilbo’s party. The lake water dress.

Strawberries in her hair and vanilla on her skin, she felt the desire to wear the dress. Taking a step outside of her life gave her that reprieve she sought.

“Very well,” she said, “I’m all yours.”

An hour later (Y/N) found herself descending the tree woven staircase, ashen branches guiding her steps. She had been away from the fellowship – and Sam – for longer than she ever had since the journey started.

And now she missed them.

“Bloody hell!”

She turned towards the dining hall to find Merry and Pippin.

“What happened to you!” Merry chortled, “You look like a flake of snow.”

(Y/N) looked down at her shimmering silver dress, “Compliments of our host.”

“I’m amazed,” Pippin said, wide-eyed, “It usually takes the fury of your mother to have you put on some skirts.”

“Never understood it,” Merry said, frowning at the volumes of fabric, “How are you supposed to climb any trees in that getup?”

“My thoughts precisely,” (Y/N) said, hands on her hips, “But might as well enjoy a few comforts while we’re resting.”

Merry’s nose started twitching, “Is that you?”

(Y/N) pouted her lip, lifting her arm to smell her wrist, “Orange blossoms?”

“Incredible.” Merry shook his head in wonder, “They’ve turned you into a girl.”

She punched him in the shoulder, “I was always a girl, you dingbat.”

Pippin was still trying to wrap his head around it, “Whatever happened – you’re beautiful, (Y/N).”

“The proper response,” she replied, glaring at Merry, “Thank you, Pip.” She continued on her way, following the path the elf maiden said led to the other guest quarters.

“Oh, I don’t suppose you wanted a spot of second breakfast?” Pippin called out.

Merry laughed heartily, “She didn’t come down to visit us.” He raised his brows, folding his arms, “She’s going to see Sam.”

“Sam?” Pippin muttered, “Well, he can come to breakfast too.”

“No, Pip,” Merry said exasperatedly, “She fancies him. Wants to show him her pretty new dress.”

Pippin gasped, “Well, I’ll be…”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” (Y/N) said, “I don’t want to show off the dress.”

Merry shared Pippin’s gasp, more dramatically, “But you confess to fancying him.”

She put a hand to her temple, “I would say so, but I’d fear you choke on the next breath you’d take.”

“I knew there was something suspicious about how close you two have gotten.”

“Has he said anything?” Pippin inquired, leaning in as if the biggest secret was being discussed. “Has he stated his intentions?”

She flickered her eyes between the two cousins before nodding.

“Has he really?” Merry laughed, “Wasn’t sure he had it in him – I’ve only been teasing you both about it since we were children.”

“You’re insufferable,” (Y/N) sighed, “I’ll meet you all for teatime.”

After a couple winding hallways, she found herself at a stone gazebo, vines of rose buds climbed the columns. A bench sat in the center and supported the figure of Sam gazing over the railing at the ashen grey forest, glittered with white firefly light.

She went for the couple stone steps, thinking of sneaking up on him. But in a thunderous turn of events she stepped on the hem of her dress, falling to her knees with an “Ahmph!”

“(Y/N)!?”

She started giggling, a rosy, red color blooming on her cheeks and across her nose. “If I ever needed another reason to never wear a dress again…”

Sam ran around the stone bench to reach her side, “Are you all right?” He took her hands and guided her to a standing position.

“Other than my pride, yes I’m fine.” She laughed a dazzling laugh. “I came to find you.”

But it appeared that Sam was at a loss for words. His eyes were wide, and (Y/N) couldn’t tell if he was terrified or surprised – perhaps a bit of both. His lip started to quiver as if he was trying to get a word out, and his hands were becoming limp around her own.

“Sam?”

“You… you’re…”

She widened her gaze expectantly, “Yes?”

He took a deep breath and broke out in smiles and giggles, “You smell of strawberries.”

She started giggling too, “Goodness, I thought you’d forgotten how to work your voice.”

“Strawberries and cream,” Sam said merrily. He lifted her hands to his lips and closed his eyes, humming, “Orange and florals?” he smiled brilliantly, “You smell of home.”

She squeezed his hands, “The service here is immaculate.”

He pulled her towards the stone bench, a hand on her lower back and eyes on her feet to ensure she didn’t trip again.

“(Y/N), you look like a star,” he whispered, “How did you manage that?”

She pulled on the collar of her shimmering gown, showing the blush blossoming down her neck. “I assure you I had nothing to do with it. These elves know a thing or two about living high society.”

He sat beside her, mesmerized by the sight of her. “You’re positively breathtaking,” he laughed, “As made evident just moments ago.”

She smiled, brushing a shiny curl behind her ear. “I missed you last night.”

It was quiet for a few moments before Sam replied, “I missed you too.” He just couldn’t take his eyes off her, “I dreamt of you instead.”

“Did you?” she wrapped her arms around his, resting her head against his shoulder.

“Just the usual.”

“The usual?” she giggled.

He continued his gaze of the surrounding forest, “We’re sitting in a garden I planted for you. I say something that made you laugh. You press a kiss to my cheek. And I wake with a pounding in my chest.”

She hummed, “Sounds like those dreams are going to give you an affliction of the heart.”

“That’s right,” he mused, turning his head to speak into her hair, “I’ve become lovesick.”

“How terrible,” she played along, “Is it curable?”

“It’s chronic,” he sighed, “It will be an ailment I have for the rest of my life.”

She tilted her head up, “Perhaps there are ways to alleviate the symptoms.” And she pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

He smiled wide, cheeks as red as his hair. “I do believe that helped.”

~~~

The fellowship stood before the queen of Lothlorien, clean and refreshed for the next part of their journey. The young hobbits were all clad in dull green cloaks, fastened by an enchanting, forged leaf. And each were being given special gifts.

Crystal phials, little daggers, and charmed elven rope.

When it came to (Y/N)’s turn, the queen placed a delicate hand on her shoulder, guiding her to a private corner of the entrance hall.

Back in soil colored trousers and a tunic the shade of old parchment, (Y/N) truly looked like a creature of the earth beside a twinkling elven star.

“The journey you take is treacherous,” the queen said quietly, as to not be heard by the surrounding company. “But it is one that must be accomplished.”

(Y/N) nodded, “I’ve been told of the horrors possessed within the Ring. I do not take it lightly, my lady queen.”

She bowed her regal head, “Your cousin Frodo will not be able to take the Ring without help. He is alone with its torment, but he should not be alone in guidance.” She moved her crystalline eyes towards the fellowship, “The companion, Samwise… he will be sorely needed by the end.”

“Sam means a great deal to all of us.” The conversation was putting an uneasy feeling within (Y/N)’s stomach.

Galadriel returned her gaze, “Yes, I knew as much.” She cupped her hands together as if to summon something, “There will be a time when you take your separate paths.”

(Y/N)’s brow became furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“You are meant to go your own way,” Galadriel smiled, but no warmth came from her. “In the distant future. But the companion Samwise will need strength as he cares for the ringbearer.”

“Why would I leave to…”

Galadriel opened her hands and two pieces of crystal rested there, “He will need your love and support to get him through the lands of Mordor.”

The crystal, no bigger than a skipping stone, was translucent and full of little fissures and fractures. The lines cracked within the crystal took shape as a petaled flower. (Y/N) felt immediately drawn to it.

“In the days before Numenor,” Galadriel continued, “A star fell from the heavens, beautiful and great. It split in two along its journey, making it incomplete and vulnerable. Each fell to their own crater, devastating surrounding forests – but encasing themselves around the flowers beneath them.”

She lifted the crystals and revealed that each was melded to a silver chain. She extended them to (Y/N), who felt hesitant to accept the gift.

“Though separated by a perilous journey, the pair never lost contact with each other. There is an ever constant link between the two. Should one be held and whispered to, the other will grow warm and empowering.”

(Y/N) finally took the crystals and felt an instant weight in her hand – a comforting weight like a hug. For the oddest reason she felt her chest fill with an inconsolable warmth, as if everything was going to be all right in the end.

“I feel something.”

Galadriel nodded, “It is their connection. Both pieces of the same star, they’re destined to be together. That is a great comfort to them; to not be alone in the world.”

“You speak as if stars have a conscious.”

“Perhaps they do,” the queen twinkled, “Give one to Samwise. There will come a time when he’ll need your empowerment. Hold the crystal close to your heart and he’ll feel it in moments of great peril.”

(Y/N) nodded, placing one crystal around her neck and tucking it down her tunic. It lay protective over her chest.

“Thank you, my lady. Thank you for your care and hospitality.”

“Farewell, dear forester. Keep your other half close.”

And (Y/N) had the sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t meaning the crystal halves.

Later as the fellowship approached the River Anduin, (Y/N) lagged at the back of the company, prompting Sam to do the same.

She untucked the crystal flower from around her neck.

Sam widened his eyes, “Where did you get that?”

“It was my gift,” she said, smiling, “I have one for you as well.” She drew the other from her pocket and stood on her toes to put it around Sam’s neck.

“What is it?” Sam questioned, picking the crystal up from his chest, “It… it feels warm.” He started to smile, and not purposefully.

(Y/N) smiled too, holding her crystal to her heart, “It’s a token of my love.”

Sam went still, but his eyes whipped to hers, “Hm?”

She spoke softly, trying to contain her widening smile, “I have it’s equal. They’re a bonded pair. Whatever is held in the one will be felt in the other.”

“And you are…?” he seemed edging on desperation to get to the base of the subject.

“Holding it with love,” she said, “Can you feel it?”

Sam swallowed, “I feel as if my heart might burst.”

“Again with the heart affliction,” (Y/N) laughed quietly, “If I had known loving you would cause you such danger…”

Sam was getting more and more frantic the longer she talked, “I… you – gracious…” he held the crystal tight on his chest, his face the epitome of beaming.

(Y/N) started to giggle, the crystal beneath her hand growing heavy and warm, coursing through her whole body until she ached with the sight of him. “Sam, are you trying to tell me something?”

Her head began to swim with airy thoughts of East Farthing roads and Party Tree dances, all while in the arms of Sam. Her chest was full of flower buds just beginning to bloom.

Sam was almost quaking with the ache of his heart. He was desperate to touch her. Desperate to hold her. His chest was blossoming into something great and irresistible, and it gnawed at him.

She loved him.

“I love you,” he said hoarsely, “For how long I could not say. But it is undeniable at this point.” He took a step towards her.

She took a shallow breath. “I’m not sure I can wait until the Shire for us to be together.”

“I thought it a silly notion to begin with,” Sam said almost breathless, raising his hands to cup her cheeks. “I don’t want to waste another second not declaring my love for you.”

She raised her own hand to cover one of his on her cheek. She remembered Lady Galadriel’s prediction that (Y/N) would eventually leave the fellowship for her own path. She did not think it possible to make such a decision with Sam at her side. He was leaning in closer, the heat of his face making hers warm.

It made the connection of their lips all the more searing.

~~~

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Idk if I'm late to the Shisui/Sam train but Samwise "I will throw hands with anyone who dares disrespect my friends" Gamgee × Shisui "I will kill anyone who dares threaten my family" Shisui sure sounds like a damn good ship

Never too late! You could bring up something the anons circulated back in April and I'd answer lol, if I couldn't remember or find it (a Tumblr classic) then we'd just have the discussion afresh haha

Sam, quivering with protective instincts, frying pan in hand: ILL HAVE YOU, LONG SHANKS! 😤👊

Shisui, two foot taller, holding a blade, and actually having been raised an assassin: *deadly serious* you heard him 😈

Honestly I just love this idea that most people look at Hobbits and see children but Shisui, who has the weirdest paranoia and is lacking so much cultural context, is just like oh you're short? Worm 👍 if you say you'll beat him, I believe you 👏 and Sam, who has been given dubious looks by everyone who doesn't think he can protect his Mr Frodo (being a Gardener as a Hobbit really doesn't translate the same way outside of the Shire), is like.... Okay I respect this one and then Shisui very seriously listens as Sam prepares lunch and is blissful at the first bite and gives Sam the small but precious tins of spice from the desert and Sam is like OKAY I GUESS THIS IS HAPPENING 💐 I NEED TO MAKE A FLOWER GARLAND

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #shisui #samwise #shisui shipping #lotr #lotr shisui #shisui x samwise #the red istari

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LOTR x albino elfling reader

Age:9 reader Chan is an albino elfling a rare breed of elf in middle earth. She ends up meeting the hobbits after they took the "Shortcut." They are surprised to see a child but don't know her race (she is wearing a cloak with the hood up.) she is also badly injured from running away from orcs after she saw her parents get killed.

No one's POV:

You and your parents are taking a nice Elk ride near where a place called the Shire is at. You rode with your mother on her elk cow named Rain in front of her while your father rode his elk bull named Lightning walking in between them is your own elk you named Cream the calf of your parents elks. It was a calm and peaceful ride until the screech of orcs was heard "What are orcs doing near the Shire?" Your mother asked holding you closely in a tight protective embrace, Rain and Lightning got in front of cream while your father took out his sword with his arm in front of you and your mother in a protective manner "Nana I'm scared." You whimpered to your mother fear in your Ruby red eyes as she gave you a loving look in her own Ruby red eyes. Your father can see an Orc charging in on his warg with his blade out your mother shot the Orc in the forehead making him drop dead but the Warg was still charging and howling making both your parents terrified that more are coming. Your father fearfully picks you up from Rain as your mother slides off her to join "Y/N take Cream, my sword and Nana's bow and arrows run as far as you can. Cream is old enough and big enough to carry you away from here." He said giving you a kiss on the head "We both love you little gem." Your mother said as she gave you her necklace and kissed your head.

You tearfully got on Cream and she galloped as fast as her legs can carry her and you but she is strong. Fearfully you looked back to see your parents being attacked by orcs with their only weapons being daggers tears swam down your porcelain face as you gripped the necklace tightly. As Cream galloped some Orcs followed behind you and shoot arrows at you as you galloped through trees and bushes luckily they were normal arrows that only gave you a few cuts and scars but the branches of trees gave you a few scratches and bruises big and small but you didn't care and shoot back with your mothers big bow killing them.

Days later:

You and Cream stoped at a cliff with a cornfield that leaves out of the Shire. You looked around to see if there was a safe path for you to walk on but your search was cut short when you heard barking and yelling soon you see four Hobbits running your way three of them stopped in front of you and Cream but the last one bumped into them sending you, Cream and them tumbling down the cliff. Luckily no one was badly hurt but your cuts were still stinging "Are you four alright?" You asked making the hobbits look up in surprise.

The four hobbits looked to the girl shorter then them wearing a red tunic with burgundy leggings, black boots, a black cloak and a lovely silver pendant with a ruby on it and her voice sounded like music to their ears next to her is a cream colored elk calve with a bridal and saddle on it. Frodo snapping out of his gaze gave the child an answer "We are. How about you little one?" He asked seeing the injuries on her smaller body "I'm alright oh my name is Y/N. Y/N L/N and this is Cream." The girl introduced herself and the calve "Ohh I'm Frodo Baggins." The hobbit Frodo introduced himself this is my Friend and gardener." Frodo said gesturing to honey blond hobbit "Samwise Gamgee call me Sam." Sam said "And my two younger cousins." Frodo said gesturing to Merry and Pippin "Merridoc Brandybuck call me Merry." Merry said "And Peregrin Took call me Pippin." Pippin said.

After the introduction you and Frodo are looking at the dark road of the forest until you see a very dark shadow "Get of the road." Frodo said grabbing your hand while the other three hobbits and Cream followed you under a fallen tree as your sitting the sound of hooves can be heard soon sniffing from your hiding place. Cream laid her head on your lap felling your terror. After a few more seconds the figure finally left on horse back.

Your POV:

I followed the hobbits while riding Cream. We ran into these men in black cloaks, master Sam said they are called black riders. We managed to out run them until we ran to the front gates of Bree in the rain, a man answered the gate. He asked what our business was and Frodo answered after that he pointed us to an inn called the prancing pony. We made it to the inn, we put Cream in the stables of the inn and then entered wet and cold.

No one's POV:

you and the hobbits go to the man at the desk who was thrilled to have more costumers he offered hobbit sized beds but when he asked for Frodo's name he said "Underhill." You being young and curious looked around seeing the race of men up close but staying close to the hobbits. As your looking you see a man in a cloak staring at you and the hobbits but you didn't pay it no mind until you heard Sam "What do we do now Mister Frodo?" He asked Frodo in a whispered.

Your all sitting at a table eating "He'll be here Sam." Frodo told Sam who looked anxiously around and it didn't help that Pippin had gotten up to get a pint even though he already had one "That Fellow has done nothing but stared at us since we've arrived." Sam said pointing at the man you saw earlier. Everything happened in a blur you and Merry continued eating, Sam talked to Frodo who looked like he was in a trance and Pippin was talking to men but spilled that he knew a Baggins, Frodo shot up to grab him but he fell, a gold ring falls on his finger and then he just disappeared. You being a young elfling wanted to run but couldn't for your legs went numb ohh what a day you were having.

You, Merry, Sam and Pippin are all standing in front of the man Strider after he took Frodo all of you armed well they had objects from the inn while you had your father's sword "Unhand him longshanks." Sam yelled to Strider. You didn't quite get what the man was saying but you did understand that you and the hobbits were in danger and that you couldn't stay in Bree any longer and that you had to get out of Bree and head to Rivendell. Your eyes sparkled at the name you heard stories from your parents of the last homely elven home but you never saw it in person.

Later:

You were awaken to the sound of screeching along with the four hobbits "A... Are we going to die mister Strider?" You asked fearfully clutching the blanket in your scratched and bruised hands while looking at the ranger who is staring in awe at your ruby red eyes that held so much innocence and curiosity but also tears and trauma "Of course not little one." He said gently grasping your hands in his big ones giving you comfort "I promise nothing will get you as long as I'm around." When he said that you smiled and whipped your tears away causing your hood to fall revealing your milky white hair and pointy ears making Strider gasp "You are an elfling." He said tucking a strand of hair behind your ear making the hobbits go eye wide in awe "I have heard from Uncle Bilbo that elves are very protective of their young." Frodo said equally shocked "Where are your parents Peneth?" Strider asked "My Nana and Ada were killed by orcs when we were taking a stroll with our elks near the shire." You said making the hobbits and Strider shocked "You are all lucky to get out of the Shire on time." He said running his hand through your milky white hair in comfort.

In the morning:

You, the hobbits and Strider headed out of Bree first thing in the morning but not before getting Cream, a pony and stocking up on supplies for the trip to Rivendell "It's ok Girl he's nice." You told Cream who squeaked in curiosity at the ranger.

Strider and the hobbits walked on foot while you rode Cream with Strider holding the reigns. The walk was very entertaining with Pippin complaining which you didn't mind at all because you know a guard from home just like him "What is making you laugh Tithen pen?" Strider asked chuckling "Master Pippin is funny." You said pointing to the youngest hobbit who is complaining about food and stuff making Merry and Frodo laugh but Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance.

After crossing a bog with bugs Strider left you and the hobbits after giving them weapons while he patrolled the area.

You and Frodo fell asleep with you resting your head on Cream but the smell of fire woke you up along with Frodo "What are you doing?" He asked his friend and cousins. It turns out Hobbits can't go a day without their many meals a day "Put it out you fools." You said fearfully looking around as Frodo put the fire out with his feet but the damage was done as shrieking was heard making you fearfully clinch Frodo's shirt in fear as the hobbits formed a protective circle around you "Frodo I'm scared." You whimpered pulling out an arrow from your mothers quiver on your waist and drew the string ready to shoot.

Ringwraith's surrounded you and the hobbits.

By the Valar you hoped Strider was done by now.

You shot one of the wraths in the chest causing it to fall but you and the Hobbits were out numbered until Strider came and set one of them on fire but before you knew it everything was In slow motion.

You and Frodo each got stabed by a blade and you two could turn into a Nazgûl if not treated soon and to rub salt on the wound you were six days away from Rivendell, you don't remember what happened after but before you fell asleep Strider gave you and Frodo to a very pretty woman with Black hair and blue eyes and you can hear her soft gentle voice "Stay awake little one." You heard her say but you soon fell asleep from exhaustion.

You steered to the sound of soft talking and whispering followed by the sound of Strider's voice. Slowly fluttering your ruby red eyes open you see Strider talking to an elf with dark hair, when he saw that your awake Strider smiled at you "You're awake little one." He said walking over to you with the man smiling fondly at you. You yawned and rubbed your eyes allowing your hood that was still on to fall off making the adult elf gasp in shock. He walked over to you and gently grasped your tiny hands in his bigger ones "You are an albino elfling." He said in awe making Strider gasp in surprise "I thought you said they have long left Middle Earth Lord Elrond." Strider said to the older elf you now know as Elrond "It seems I have been proven wrong." He said smiling down at you gently making you smile back until you heard the door open "By my beard." You looked to see a man in grey entering the room with the four hobbits and another elf with Blond hair and blue eyes "See Gandalf we told you." Pippin said gesturing to you making the man you now know as Gandalf wack him on the head with his staff "I can see that Master Took." He said while the blond elf walks up to you with a smile on his face "Hello little one." He said "H... Hello." You stuttered out "I am Legolas Greenleaf. And you are?" He said "Y/N, Y/N L/N." You said smiling that you didn't stutter "Where is your family Y/N?" Lord Elrond asked "They were killed by orcs when we were riding our elks near the Shire." You said sadly from seeing your parents get massacred but you soon smiled "That's were I meet the hobbits." You said happily until a shrill scream was heard "My Lord the elk got in." An elf with brown hair said and right on cue a familiar cream colored Elk calf came into the room "Cream." You said happily to see your trusted stead galloping towards you and stopping at your bed "We couldn't keep her still." The brunette elf said "It's alright Lindir." Elrond said to the elf you now know as Lindir "Thank you for looking after Cream Mr Lindir." You said giving Lindir a big smile making him smile back.

You have been living in Rivendell after the fellowship set out to Mordor, Elrond loved you very dearly and started allowing you to call him Ada, Arwen became like a big sister to you and Elrond's twin sons Elladan and Elrohir became like big brothers to you and fell in love with you the moment they saw you.

After the Battle is won you meet Galadriel and Celeborn who instantly loved you when they saw you and became your new grandparents.

At Aragorn's coronation you are exited to see that Aragorn and Arwen are courting each other and you asked to be the flower girl at the wedding making everyone laugh.

Elrond, Galadriel and Celeborn stayed in Middle earth in order to watch you grow along with Frodo and Bilbo.

In the months you've been in Rivendell you settled into your new home but with time your mischief side came out and you began pranking your new big brothers "Y/N! Where are you?" Elrohir asked looking around for you in your room that you use to share with Arwen until she moved to live in Gondor with Aragorn. You held back a laugh as your hiding underneath the queen size bed. You crawled over to your big brother Ro's leg and grabbed it making him scream like a little girl causing your new father and other big brother Dan to burst into the room "Father! Brother there is something under the bed." Elrohir said lifting his leg with you still attached to it laughing "I got you good big brother Ro." You said swinging on his leg making him chuckle "You sure did little Gem." He said lifting you higher "Ada! Big brother Dan! Did you see?" You asked excitedly making them chuckle "We did little ruby." Elladan said lifting you up and tossing your smaller frame up "You scream like a girl Elrohir." a familiar voice said from the door way "Big brother Legolas." You said running over to him and hugging his waist making him smile, pick you up and spin you in his arms earning a laugh from you "I see you played a prank on Elrohir." He said putting you down "Yep. I scared him." You said happily making Elrohir roll his eyes "There is scared and then there is surprise." He said making your new father roll his eyes "Come along Y/N you have your sword training with Glorfindel this morning." He said "Ok Ada." You said grabbing your fathers sword and following the even older elf to the training field.

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I Will Stay By Your Side: Frodo x Fem! Reader

@mnmerrit6902 said: I'd like to request a Frodo Baggins imagine? Scenario: Frodo gets stabbed on Weathertop and y/n stays at his side and she gets extremely protective of him, even while he's recovering and she never leaves his side.

I absolutely love this! It’s been a while since I’ve done a request for Lord of The Rings. Frodo is such a sweet Hobbit and didn’t at all deserve what he went through. I honestly wish he could have stayed in Middle Earth in Return of The King. I’m getting off track. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this.

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You looked at Frodo, all packed for the journey your friend would have to take. Frodo sighed and smiled sadly.

“[Y/N], I’m sorry, but you can’t come with me. Not this time.” He said. You smiled and rose your eyebrows in challenge.

“Have you not learned how stubborn I can be? Frodo, both Bilbo and Gandalf asked me not to leave you, to stick with you and protect you. And that is what I will do. I will stay by your side, and you aren’t going to get rid of me.” You said. Frodo smiled and sighed.

“Well, the more the merrier.” He said.

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It had been a few days since you and your fellow Hobbits, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin had left the Shire and made for the village of Bree. There, you had met a Ranger of the North called Strider, who had claimed to be a friend of Gandalf the Gray. You all hurriedly followed Strider away from Bree, across country.

“Where are you taking us?” Frodo asked as Strider walked ahead of the four of you. “Into the wild.” Strider muttered. Merry walked up closer to you and Frodo, who were walking close behind Strider. “How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?” Merry asked warily. Frodo glanced back at Merry.

“I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer, but feel fouler.” Frodo said. Merry glared at Strider’s back. “He's foul enough.” Merry muttered. You vaguely saw Strider tilt his head, as if hearing into the conversation. You looked at Merry.

“We have no choice but to trust him. Besides, if Frodo trusts him, then so do I.” You said. Frodo looked at you with a thankful smile. Merry let out a breath. Sam, who was at the back of the group and leading a poor pony named Bill, asked, “But where is he leading us?” Strider spoke up so that all of you could hear. “To Rivendell Master Gamgee.” Strider called. “To the House of Elrond.” Strider said. Your eyes widened. Rivendell, but that was the home of the Elves. “D'you hear that!” Sam asked, his voice layered with excitement. “Rivendell! We're going to see the elves!” Sam said. You all continued to walk through the woodland. Through rain and snow, only stopping to rest at nightfall.

You all continued to walk over the top of the hills, arriving at the ruins of a temple. Strider stared at the ruins. “This was the great watch tower of Amon Sol,” Strider said. He turns to look at you all. “We shall rest here tonight.” He said. You breathed heavily from walking, thankful to be sitting down and a chance to catch your breath. Strider looked down upon the valley, the wind blowing through his hair. Strider turned back and bent down. He unwrapped some small swords and handed them to each of you. “These are for you. Keep them close. I’m going to have a look around.” Strider said. Each Hobbit unsheathed their swords, looking at them in aw. Strider looked back at you all. “Stay here.” He said, and walked off. You looked down at your sword and pulled it out of its scabbard. The pommel was silver, while the grip was a dark black leather. The fuller and edge were silver as well, looking very sharp, ready to defend and kill if need be. After a few hours, you saw Frodo sitting on the edge of the ruins. You walked over.

“Thinking about Gandalf?” You asked. Frodo looked at you as you sat next to him, pulling your skirt down over your legs to keep them warm. Frodo sighed and nodded, looking out over the fields again.

“I was so hopeful that he would have been at the Prancing Pony, but he wasn’t,” he looked over at you. “I’m worried, [Y/N].” He said. You sighed and gave him a smile. You took his hand in yours, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“I’m worried to, Frodo. I, honestly have no idea what this journey will bring to us, but I can promise you this,” Frodo looked away for a moment. You placed your hand on his cheek and gently turned his head towards you. “Gandalf is a wise and powerful wizard. If he didn’t meat us at the Prancing Pony, then he will most certainly meet us at Rivendell.” You said. You gently stroked your thumb against is soft cheek. “Do not give up hope, Frodo Baggins. I am here for you, and I will stay by your side.” You said. Frodo stared into your eyes, seeing the sincerity and honesty behind them. Frodo gave a smile and covered your hand with his own.

“Thank you, [Y/N]. I’m so happy you’re here with me.” He said. You smiled.

“Sleep now, Frodo. We will be to Rivendell before you know it.” You said. Frodo sighed and lay down, resting his head in your lap. You gently ran your fingers through his curls, helping him to close his eyes.

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“My tomato's burst!” A voice whispered. You jumped, hearing a voice whisper. You opened your eyes and realized that you yourself had fallen asleep. You looked around and your eyes widened at what you saw. Merry, Pippin, and Sam were sitting around a fire, making a meal. Your eyes widened. If they had this going, this would lead the Nazgul right to you all!

“What are you doing?” You shouted, shaking Frodo from his sleep. Merry gestured to the fire.

“Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon.” Merry said. Sam was holding two plates in his hands.

“Saved some for you Mr. Frodo, Ms. [Y/N].” Sam said. While you appreciated Sam thinking about both you and Frodo, now was not the time for a fire nor was it the time for food. Frodo scrambled to his feet.

“Put it out you fools! Put it out!” Frodo shouted, stamping on the fire, putting it out. “Well that's nice! That's nice! Ash on my tomatoes!” Pippen complained. Suddenly, bone chilling screeches of the Nazgul were heard. Your eyes widened and the four of you rushed to the edge of the ruins, looking down at the fields. Your breathing picked up as you saw the see four Nazgul striding towards the Watch Tower. You swallowed heavily.

“I don’t think your tomatoes matter at the moment, Pip.” You muttered, fear evident in your voice. Frodo suddenly drew his sword and pushed you all. “Go!” He shouted. Despite you wanting to stay put and hide, your were forced to run with your friends. The four of you arrived to stand in the middle of a circle of pillars, standing back to back. You all looked around frantically, your hearts beating out of control, looking for any sign of the evil hunting you. Suddenly Frodo stopped and looked between two pillars. A Nazgul slowly advanced between them. Frodo looked horrified. The Nazgul drew his sword and held it before its face. Five Nazgul now walk slowly towards you all, swords held in front of them. As they got closer they held their swords out pointed towards the group, who were walking backwards. Sam was the first to find his courage. “Back you Devils!” He shouted. He swung at one of the Nazgul with his sword. It did very little as the Nazgul swiped back at him knocking him back into a rock. You stood in front of Frodo protectively as one of the Nazgul grabbed Merry and Pippen, throwing them aside. Frodo backed away and dropped his sword. You turned in shock and fear.

“Frodo!” You shouted. You glared at the Nazgul. “I will kill you if you touch him!” You shouted. Though you were terrified, you knew you had to be brave for Frodo. Frodo scrambled backwards until he was against a rock. One of the Nazgul screeched as you swung your sword with absolutely no technique, trying to keep them away. The Nazgul grabbed your cloak and tossed you aside. Your head collided painfully with the rocks around you, making black dots swim before your vision. Through your fuzzy vision, you saw Frodo, who looked terrified. He quickly put the ring on a disappeared. You gasped when you heard Frodo’s cry of pain, the Nazgul looking as if it hadn’t stabbed anything. There as a familiar shout and Strider arrived with a burning torch and waved it around the Nazgul, scaring them away from Frodo. Frodo, groaning with pain, removed the Ring. You shook the darkness away and scrambled to your feet. “Frodo!” You shouted, rushing to Frodo’s side with Sam. Frodo looked at the two of you, grasping your hand in pain.

“Oh [Y/N], Sam.” Frodo muttered, tears of pain streaming down his face. Strider continued to fight off the Nazgul who are screeching, with torch and sword. Strider set light to the clothing of the Nazgul with his torch, scaring them away from the Watch Tower, whilst you and the other Hobbits huddled around Frodo. From behind him, Strider senses the last Nazgul and throws the burning torch into its face. It ran away. Frodo was still moaning with pain. You looked over at the Ranger.

“Strider!” You shouted. Strider quickly made his way over to you four. You looked at him with pleading eyes. “Help him Strider!” You pleaded. Strider picked up a dropped sword on the ground. “He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade.” Strider said. The sword suddenly burnt up and disappeared into ash. Strider dropped the sword, the weapon falling to the ground with a clank. “This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs elvish medicine.” Strider said. He quickly picked Frodo up and carried him away. You all ran through the woodland, hearing the screeches of the Nazgul behind you. Your eyes remained on Frodo.

“Hurry!” Strider called. The three of you tried to keep up with Strider’s long strides. (slight pun intended).

“It's six days from Rivendell! He'll never make it!” Sam shouted. You looked back at the Hobbit.

“Don’t give up hope, Sam!” You shouted. You looked back at Frodo. “Hold on, Frodo.” You muttered.

~~~

Frodo was lying on the ground staring upwards at some huge stone trolls. His head was resting in your lap, you were, as comfortingly as you could, running your fingers through his hair. Sam looked down at Frodo. His skin was pale and his eyes were clouded.

“Look Frodo. It's Mr. Bilbo's trolls.” Sam said, smiling slightly. You watched in worry as Frodo gasped for breath.

”Frodo?” You asked. You pressed your hands against his cheeks and looked at Strider in worry. “He's going cold!” You shouted. Strider stood between the trolls holding a torch aloft. Pippin looked at the Ranger in worry.

“Is he going to die?” Pippin asked. You quickly went back to stroking Frodo’s hair, trying to bring him comfort. You did not know what pain he was feeling, but from the looks of it, he as in immense pain. Strider walked over and looked down at Frodo. “He's passing into the Shadow world. He'll soon become a wraith like them.” Strider said. Your heart leapt as Frodo gasped again. You sniffed, trying to blink back tears.

”Oh Frodo, hang on, please.” You whispered. You bent down and gently pressed your lips against his cold forehead. You gasped and looked up as screeches were heard through the woodland. Merry looked around, his eyes widening. “They're close!” He said. Strider looked to Sam. “Sam! Do you know the Athelas plant?” Strider asked. Sam looked at the Ranger. “Athelas?” Sam asked. Strider nodded. “Kingsfoil.” Strider said. Sam’s eyes widened in recognition of the name.

“Kingsfoil, aye, its a weed!” Sam said. “It may help to slow the poison. Hurry!” Strider said.

You continued to check on Frodo’s temperature, noticing he was going colder and colder by the minute. Suddenly, you heard the sound of a horse. You looked up and saw a beautiful woman. She dismounted and walked toward him.

“Frodo Im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin. Tolo dan na galad.”* The woman muttered. You recognized the language as Elvish. Frodo gasped and turned away from the woman. You lowered your body over Frodo’s protectively, not wanting anything to harm him more. You looked at Strider. He walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder.

”Do not worry. She is a friend.” He said. With Strider’s reassurance, you leaned up, allowing the She-Elf to get close to Frodo.

“Who is she?” You heard Merry ask quietly. The She-Elf mopped Frodo's brow. Strider chewed up some Athelas.

“Frodo.” The She-Elf called. Frodo was still gasping, not hearing a word anyone was saying.

“She's an elf!” Sam whispered back, answering Merry’s question. The She-Elf looked at Frodo. “He's fading.” She said. You gasped in horror as she pulled back Frodo’s shirt to reveal the wound, which was a dark black. It seemed to be spreading. Strider put the chewed Athelas into the wound. Frodo gasped in pain as the Athelas worked to slow the poison in Frodo’s body. “He's not going to last. We must get him to my father.” The She-Elf said. Your heart leapt as Strider picked Frodo up, carrying him with Arwen beside him. “I've been looking for you for two days,” the She-Elf said as Strider carried Frodo to the horse. “There are five wraiths behind you, where the other four are I do not know.” She said. Strider placed Frodo onto the Horse. He turned to face the She-Elf.

“Dartho guin perian. Rych le ad tolthathon.”* Strider said. It seemed like he was speaking in Elvish as well.

“Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im.”* The She-Elf argued. You could see Strider shake his head. “Andelu i ven.”* He seemed to be trying to convince her of something. “What are they saying?” Pippin asked. You shook your head.

”I don’t know, Pip.” You said. The She-Elf looked at Strider. “Frodo fir. Ae athradon i hir, tur gwaith nin beriatha hon.”* The She-Elf said. “I do not fear them.” She said. Strider sighed and took the She-Elf’s hand, holding it tightly. Just from their interaction, you knew that these two had a history together.

“Be iest lin.”* Strider said. The She-Elf smiled slightly. She quickly mounted her horse behind Frodo, who was still having trouble breathing. Strider looked at the She-Elf. “Ride hard. Don't look back.” Strider said. Glancing at Strider once again, the She-Elf turned to her horse.

“Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim!”* The She-Elf said. Without a second thought, the horse sped off, taking Frodo further away from you. Your stomach twisted in worry for your friend, not knowing when you might see him again. Sam raced up to Strider.

“What're you doing? Those wraiths are still out there!” Sam shouted. Strider looked on, just as worried as Sam was.

*I am Arwen. I have come to help you. Hear my voice. Come back to the light

*Stay with the Hobbits. I will send horses back for you.

*I’m the faster rider. I’ll take him.

*The road is too dangerous

*Frodo's dying. If I can get across the river, the power of my people will protect him.

*As you wish.

*Ride fast, Asfaloth, ride fast

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You looked around in aw at Rivendell. The home of the Elves were truly magnificent places. The Lord of the House, Elrond, welcomed you, Sam, Merry, Pippin and Strider warmly, providing you places to sleep. Before you rested, you requested to see Frodo. Elrond personally lead you there.

“He is quite resilient. Most would not survive long from being stabbed by a Morgul blade.” Elrond said. You smiled slightly, hoping, praying to the Valor that Frodo had survived. Elrond lead you into the room where Frodo slept. You gasped lightly at your friend. He was laying in bed, dressed in white pajamas. The color was slowly returning to his face. He no longer looked like he was in pain. You walked over and stood by the bed. You gently gripped his hand. “I will leave you be.” Elrond said, giving the two of you some privacy. He closed the door behind him, leaving you and Frodo alone. You pulled up a chair next to the bed. Tears came to your eyes as you remembered the pain Frodo was in. How his eyes clouded over. How his lips went blue and his skin cold and pale.

“Y-You are so strong, Frodo,” you whispered, gently stroking his hand. “I wish I could be like you. So strong, so resilient. So kind,” you pressed a kiss to his hand. “I will stay by your side, Frodo. I will never let anything hurt you again. I swear it.” You whispered. Soon, exhaustion took over and you found yourself falling asleep.

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When you came to, you felt a hand brushing through your hair. You heard two familiar voices.

“She has not left your side.” Gandalf. Gandalf was here!

“She told me she would stay by my side. She brought me comfort, when I was fading. She was my light.” Frodo. Frodo was awake! Forcing your eyes open, you blinked for a moment to clear your sight. You looked up and saw Gandalf. A smile came to your lips.

“Gandalf! You’re here!” You said. Gandalf smiled and nodded.

“Yes, my dear [Y/N]. I’m here.” He said. The weight of a hand on your head lifted and you rose your head. Your eyes bore into those beautiful blue eyes that you thought you would never see again. Tears of happiness came to your eyes.

“Oh Frodo,” You whispered. You sat up and pulled Frodo into a hug. His familiar arms wrapped around your waist. Frodo’s breath tickled the exposed skin of your upper neck. You sighed in content. You pulled away and gently cupped Frodo’s cheeks in your hands. “Now I am never going to leave your side. Not for a long while.” You said. Frodo chuckled and smiled. Placing his hands over yours.

“Well, I’m glad. I quite enjoy your company, [Y/N].” Frodo said.

~~~ //I hope you like this. If not, I’m more than happy to rewrite it.//

#Frodo x reader #request

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