#Until Gandalf spills the beans

[lucigoo]

Be grateful you didnt find out like Frodo. He must have looked at the mithril he was wearing and thought "WTF Uncle Bilbo???"

you’re telling me thorin gave bilbo a set of mithril rings whose ‘value is greater than the whole of the shire’ and I’m supposed to just live with information

[seanbeansimp59]

(Hey guys! My little Richard Sharpe drabble seemed to really please all of you, so I wanted to write another for Boromir, because let’s be honest, I think Boromir is easily my favorite Sean Bean character. It ended up being longer than I expected, but it was a lot of fun to write. I hope you enjoy!)

Nightmares: Boromir

Nights with the Fellowship were always rather quiet, little Hobbit snores mixing with the occasionally loud snorts from Gimli’s slumbering form. Other than that, the Men’s sleeping noises were usually comparatively muted, Gandalf was a silent sleeper, and Legolas, being an Elf, slept perfectly soundlessly with his eyes wide open. She still wasn’t used to looking over and seeing his blue eyes staring vacantly into the sky, but to each their own, she supposed.

That’s why the sound of sudden panting and soft, almost whimpering grunts caused her to turn her attention towards one of the sleeping bodies. Boromir, one of the two Men who accompanied them, was shifting about restlessly, his hands twitching, his face twisted in a painful grimace. Concerned, she stood and moved to his side, noting the sweat glistening on his forehead and his hair sticking to his face.

Since the beginning of the journey, and even since meeting him in Rivendell, she had noticed he seemed to bear the weight of the world. His shoulders were usually slumped; his eyes seemed clouded and grey, like there was always a rainstorm pouring behind them. Even his smile seemed sad and distant, and she found herself drawn to this war-worn man. Now, watching him writhing and making little sobbing noises, she felt her heart break ever-so-slightly. He looked so lost, so frightened, so small.

With a sudden, sharp cry, he sat bolt upright, his eyes wide in terror and his chest heaving as he looked around frantically. Glancing to his side, he noticed her kneeling next to his bedroll, a look of worry spread over her fair features.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” His gaze dropped to the ground, his hands fidgeting nervously as he avoided her gaze.

She said nothing at first, only moved a bit closer and watched him intently. There was a moment of intense silence as he shuddered visibly, but it was broken by her soft question.

“Nightmare?”

He hesitated for a moment, embarrassment tinging his cheeks pink, and then nodded very slowly.

She smiled warmly and turned her eyes to the darkness beyond the smoldering embers. “I see.”

Silence befell the two of them again before she pressed him a little more. “Do they happen often?”

“More often than I’d like,” came his quiet reply. “I’ve had them ever since I was a little boy.”

Turning to him, she searched his face, sensing sadness and bashfulness on his handsome visage. This wasn’t something one would expect from the Steward Prince of Gondor. He was a soldier, a warrior, a man of nobility and privilege, not some whimpering boy scared of his own shadow. The more she watched, the more it seemed as though he would rather be anywhere but here, admitting to this woman that he suffered from nightmares like some innocent and petulant child. Her heart went out to him.

“I have them too,” she admitted, shifting her weight so that she sat at his side. “It’s not uncommon, especially among those who have lost much. Oftentimes our minds are frightened by such things, even in our subconscious.”

He glanced over at her, his eyes far away and troubled, still caught in the throes of some vision that danced behind his closed lids.

“We cannot control our dreams, Boromir,” she continued, her voice soft and kind. “Do not be ashamed of them.”

Slowly, his eyes focused on her and they began to fill with tears, hot and bitter as they threatened to spill down his cheeks. Her compassion made his heart ache for the sweetness he hadn’t known in years, and he found himself shaking as silent sobs began to rack his body. He was ashamed, feeling heat prickling along his back as he realized how stupid he must look, a full-grown man, the Steward’s son, crying like an infant after a simple nightmare. He turned his gaze swiftly to the ground and wiped the back of his hand furiously across his face, trying to dry the tears.

“Thank you.” His voice trembled and broke with the words, and she saw his recoil at its fragility.

“Of course,” she replied, setting a hand gently on his shoulder. “You ought to get back to sleep. You need your rest for tomorrow.”

He shook his head and looked away. “I fear I will not sleep again. You get some rest, I’ll keep watch.”

“No, Boromir,” she said. “You have watch tomorrow. Tonight, you should sleep.”

Bleary-eyed, he shook his head once more. “I cannot.”

She was silent and thought for a moment before speaking again. “You know, when I was younger, my mother used to sing to me and stroke my hair until I fell asleep. No matter how awake or frightened I was, I would always drift off when she did so.” Her gaze met his and she took his hand. “Perhaps I could try such for you?”

He froze. The prospect of being sung to sleep was enticing, but he didn’t want to go back to sleep and see his little brother’s face staring blankly at the sky again. Besides, he was afraid she was offering out of desperation and was secretly uncomfortable with her offer.

“No, I couldn’t ask you to do so. I’ll be fine, worry not.”

“Boromir.” Her voice was firm, yet warm. “It does not bother me. I would not offer if I did not mean it.”

Again, he paused, still uncertain, but the exhaustion eating away at his mind began to force him to succumb. “If you’re positive…” he finally conceded, “then I have no problem with it. It might be useful, anyway.”

She smiled again, feeling her heart swell with admiration. “Come here then.”

Awkwardly, he moved so that he was lying next to her, his head beside her legs as he tried to settle into a comfortable position. “Here,” she chided, patting her thigh invitingly. “Lay your head here, it’ll be more comfortable.” She noted the redness that crept over his cheeks as he did as she had instructed, laying his head in her lap, however timidly.

“There. Better?” she asked.

He nodded in reply, snuggling down into her a little bit. “Much,” came his rather sleepy reply.

“Good. Now close your eyes and try to rest.”

As his eyelids drifted shut, her fingers began to comb slowly through his hair, smoothing over the honey-colored locks and running lightly down his face. Once she reached his beard, she would drag her fingers up and start over again, running in time with the tune that she hummed in the back of her throat. Down her fingers stroked and on her tune lilted, a little ballad she learned about a girl who lived by the sea and swam with otters in the sunshine. As she caressed, he began to relax, his breathing becoming even as his body sank ever lower into the cold ground. Finally, he was asleep again, his great chest rising and falling slowly as she finished the song.

Smiling and shaking her head, she turned her gaze up again and set her eyes on the horizon, her fingers wandering lightly over Boromir’s hair. Keeping watch didn’t always mean protecting from external danger. Sometimes the greatest danger was the one that slumbered deep in unsuspecting hearts, and at that moment, she decided that she would protect him from those monsters in any way possible.

[arofili]

legolas or celebrimbor??

celebrimbor doesn’t have a tumblr, he made that shit. he and narvi are @staff.

(well. they were @staff…)

leg …. pre fellowship

their blog url

green-leaves-in-a-green-forest

(or something equally long and horrendously hyphenated and fake poetic)

the kind of posts they reblog

random shit he finds amusing

like, cat pictures and social justice posts from 2013

no theme at all

i would never follow him

the first person they followed

tauriel

she convinced him to get a tumblr because of the memes

a year later, she regrets this immensely

she matured and has a better blog that she doesn’t even use much

legolas is the exact same.

what kind of theme they’d have

tumblr default theme

what kind of text posts they make at 2am

he will wake up in the middle of the night and post about the dreams he just had, but without any context

“made some chocolate milk with the lady who pulls the sun. tasted like weed. also, that one girl who i thought i had a crush on in 3rd grade was there. awkward.”

“sweating so much!! just ran a marathon with my dad while we were being chased by oliophaunts. the racetrack turned into a river halfway through. we won!!”

he thinks he’s funny

(he’s not.)

leg …… during fellowship

their blog url

he privated his blog for the first part of the journey because he thought it would be safer

after a few weeks he gets bored and starts liveblogging this shit

at that point his url becomes “fellowshipoftheleg”

his blog title is “Eight Idiots And A Gorgeous Elf Save The World”

“Hello! My name is Legolas Greenleaf. I am currently on a quest to save the world. The details are ~secret~ but I needed a place to vent so here we go. My companions are all idiots, except for me. My interests include….”

you know the type of subtitle i’m talking about.

the kind of posts they reblog

he basically stops reblogging and only makes original posts during this period of time

the liveblog

legolas had >300 followers before this, but his posts about his journey start to gain traction

his liveblog is pretty much petty complaints at first

he talks shit about gimli

he cracks “jokes” about boromir

(again. he’s not funny)

he reports on the weird stuff gandalf does

he gushes over the adorable hobbits

(until one day he accidentally bumps into frodo and sam tries to jump him.

he’s a little afraid of them after that.)

he quotes aragorn like there’s no tomorrow

some of these are like, actually deep

most of them sound like stuff from inspirobot

or they’re stupid inside jokes

everyone gets code names, cuz legolas isn’t that stupid

gandalf is “old man”

aragorn is “the bro”

boromir is “angstlord”

the hobbits go through tons of nicknames

“itty bitties”

“curly boys”

tiny monsters

eventually they get their own, but by that point the fellowship has split

gimli is “asshole dwarf”

after a few weeks… he becomes weirdly popular.

his story reads like a trollfic, with stupid plot twists and bizarre anecdotes

this mostly is anecdotes, not the full scope of the quest

he mostly makes text posts, with a few pictures here and there

every now and then he’ll post a snapshot of the fellowship roasting marshmallows

or a selfie of him in lothlorien

or a sneaky pic of him drawing dicks on boromir’s face while he’s asleep

he used to be low-profile, but shit’s gone whack.

he’s gaining hundreds of followers a day

his top post has half a million notes.

he’s a tumblr “cewebrity”

everyone on tumblr thinks this is just a story, not real life

people dig through his old posts looking for clues and foreshadowing

they’re baffled by the dedication the mod of the blog has to building up this “legolas” character

or they’re puzzled by the mod’s decision to turn this shit blog into a dedicated storytelling platform

legolas is bombarded with asks and @ mentions

but like…this bitch don’t actually know how to use this website.

he can make a post and reblog one

but that’s literally it

he’s the kind of blogger who leaves stupid captions on popular posts

he can’t figure out how tags work

he’s never heard of xkit

all his asks go unanswered

he’s only sort of aware of what’s going on

he’s blogging 100% from mobile, which makes it even worse

the Legolas Fandom goes buckwild

there is not enough time in the day to over it all

ship wars.

fan theories.

headcanon drama.

it’s a mess.

and again, legolas has no clue that this is going on.

when he catches feelings for gimli…things get insane.

he writes gushy, cringy, angsty posts about gimli

he posts pics of gimli with flower crowns

he composes bad poetry about gimli

the fan base is infuriated.

they’d all been shipping him with aragorn.

and like, no one in the fellowship has a fucking clue this is happening.

at least, not until they get to 

it’s ironic that Isolated Horseblr User eowyn is the first one to recognize legolas

she finally gets up the courage to ask him about it

“has someone been stealing your selfies, or…?”

he is astonished.

if Leg could, he’d shut down the whole thing

even if eowyn had wanted to help him do that, he’s just in too deep

he’s in this for the long haul.

now, Legolas starts to make shit up.

that’s when his popularity tanks.

he’s getting callouts

he’s everyone’s “problematic fav”

people dig through his blog to find dirt instead of clues

Legolas is more aware of this now, and he pouts for days

then gimli, a Twitter-Only lad, finally sees a masterpost explaining everything

he connects the dots way quicker than anyone else did

and oh fuck.

he’s frantically tweeting–

“wtf do i do??”

“i think i’m the asshole dwarf??”

“but he’s like in love with the asshole dwarf now??”

“oh my god, my crush likes me back??”

“has he been liveblogging EVERYTHING??”

eventually he deletes it all and decides to confront legolas

the leg boy caves under pressure and spills the beans.

they figure their personal shit out

of course, aragorn knew everything all along.

at least, that’s what he says

gimli takes over the liveblog for a day and everyone goes nuts.

together, he and leg decide that they’ve got to end this fake-ish story

even though they don’t know the ending of the real one.

for someone who’s never used it before, gimli picks up tumblr etiquette quickly

and on mobile. that’s a whole nother level of perseverance.

he starts streamlining shit, collecting information, making use of fan masterposts

he ties all the loose ends together

with a little bit of help from legolas to make it suitably weird, they close the story strong with a bang and a kiss.

aragorn finds their version of events…amusing.

after the real dust settles and the news stories about the Real Quest hit the press…

now legolas is a Real Actual Celebrity

his fans new and old start to see…similarities between the two stories

plagiarism?

insider info?

conspiracy?

coincidence?

no one can decide.

leg ………… post fellowship

their blog url

Legolas has three blogs now.

“fellowshipoftheleg” is kept as an archive. he doesn’t post there anymore.

he has a secret personal blog, “greenwood-gossip”, that he just posts random shit on like before.

and finally he has a Real Life Famous Person Tumblr Blog, “legolasgreenleaf”

the kind of posts they reblog

with the help of gimli and tauriel, he figures out how to actually use this website.

like most celeb blogs this one doesn’t post much

but he does reblog edits of himself and of his friends

every time he’s asked about fellowshipoftheleg he answers that he is not responsible for it and has no idea about it and would you all please stop asking about it.

the first person they followed

aragorn’s new Famous Person account.

this blog is deactivated after two months because he never uses it.

what kind of theme they’d have

something that should be really classy but with awkward shades of green

like, it had potential but again…legolas has a terrible eye for design

what kind of text posts they make at 2am

he doesn’t usually make original posts

but sometimes he’ll complain about gimli’s weird habits

and once - just once - he confessed that he was the one who ran that liveblog all those years ago

he deleted the post an hour later, but there were screenshots.

legolas is the Ultimate Troll.