#boromir imagine

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LOTR and Hobbit NSFW headcanons

(I’m in my lotr horny era and this list could probably be added to 😂)

Boromir:

- His favourite position is missionary with your ankles on his shoulders so he can see your body, especially your tits

- Sex during sparring sessions

- Isn’t very rough in the bedroom but when you fuck during sparring he loves to grab you, force your head down and grab your hips hard

- Can be a little subby

- Loves to be put in his place

- Doesn’t like being or giving spanking but isn’t opposed to getting a couple face slaps

- Likes being bossed around but not degraded

- Wants you to call him ‘captain’ in the bedroom

- “Who own your cock, captain? Who fucks you this good?”

- Is a big ol tiddy boy

- Hand over the shoulder and lightly touching your boob

- “Boromir not in public”

- Not super sexual but after a long day he falls to his knees in front of you for you to hold him

- Will say “oh fuck” as he slides into you

Eomer:

- Very typical but loves when you ride him, loves being able to see and grab all of you

- Lots of riding dirty talk

- “Ride my cock hard, darling. Come on and fuck me hard. Use those gorgeous fucking hips of yours”

- Will guide your hips as you ride him

- Seeing you ride an actual horse turns him on too

- Loooovveesss having his hair pulled

- Especially when hes between your legs or against a wall

- Bending you over his desk and taking you by flipping your dress up and fucking you hard

- When you get a bit drunk you grab his ass and biceps and he loves it

- Loves when you tell him how strong he is, like almost over the top flirting gets him for some reason

- “Oh Eomer, you have such big arms” you tell him all breathy and grabby

- Is so sweet and gentle with you

- But

- When he returns from a battle he will fuck you hard and make you scream

- Very possessive

- “Scream my name, baby, let everyone know who fucks you this good”

- Constantly grabbing you to sit on his lap, especially at parties

Legolas:

- Sensitive ear kiinnnkkk!

- He definitely whimpers during sex

- No matter who’s on top or if he’s being submissive or dominant he always says ‘thank you’ when his cock slides inside you

- Loves to run his fingertips over you so gently and sweet

- Could gently play with your pussy for hours

- Straddling him while he’s on his knees is easily one of his favourite positions

- Being able to hold you so close to him

- Loves listening to your heart beat after sex

- Holding you and pressing his head to your chest

- Loves after sex head scratches too

- When he is a sub he loves edging

- Begging little baby

- “Please, ma’am, please let me cum. Please I’ve been such a good boy”

- Is a good boy

- When he’s dominant he’s very gentle

- Doesn’t really fuck you fast but more hard and bruising thrusts

- Mutters things in Sindarin when he’s lost in pleasure

- Whispering dirty talk in Sindarin in your ear, whether you understand it or not

Aragorn:

- Isnt opposed to tying you up but prefers to bond you by manhandling you

- Says such sweet things to you while fucking you hard

- “Oh princess, you take my cock so good”

- Having to put his hand over your mouth while he finger fucks you

- Forced quiet sex

- “Be nice and quiet for me, sweetheart. Don’t want these people to hear you do you?”

- For some reason it turns him on when you smoke his pipe

- Doesn’t like to fuck when he’s been drinking but loves to watch how you dance when you’ve been drinking

- It usually ends with heavy makeout session and touching each other but he doesn’t like full on sex when one of you is drunk

- He loves to watch it from afar too, sit in the corner and watch how your body moves

- Even when you dance with Merry and Pippin on top of tables he thinks it’s so hot

- Will just start saying full sentences and dirty talk in Sindarin while he takes you from behind

- He gets so lost that he can’t help himself

Haldir:

- Outdoor sex

- Pulling your hair while he takes you from behind up against a tree

- The good old sensual archery lessons while he whispers in your ear

- Loves teasing you, especially by standing behind you and whispering in your ear

- “Yes marchwarden!” “Thank you, sir!”

- Slight degradation kink but nothing that actually hurts you

- “Oh look at how you blush just from my words, darling”

- Height kink

- Corners you and standing close and above you just to look you down and make you blush

- Fucks you stupid

- Like your head lulls and your eyes go all misty

- Chasing you down in the forest and fucking you when he catches you

- One of the few lotr fellas I can see being into violent fucking

- He’s rough with how he fucks but he’s just as if not more gentle and caring with aftercare

- Degradation to raise real quick

- “Take my cock just like the whore you are” “Oh my darling, you did such a good job, Meleth. Such a good girl for me”

Thorin:

- This man has the biggest breeding kink

- “Give me an heir, my queen. Let me fill your womb”

- Staring you right in the eyes while he finger fuck you

- Obviously throne sex

- Almost cums in his pants when he sees you in your crown for the first time

- Isn’t usually submissive but you can make him do anything when you wear that crown

- Holds you down by your hips while I fucks you from behind

- Will whisper Khuzdul into your ear while he fucks you

- Fucks you rough but doesn’t want to actually ever hurt or scare you

- The second you’re uncomfortable he will stop and hold you, he’ll even sing to you

- Loves to know he can take care of you

- Such sweet dirty talk

- You’re either his queen or his good girl, no in between

Thranduil:

- Is dominant 99% of the time

- Doesn’t always like when you’re on top but when you are he likes to force your hips to move while he fucks into you

- Wants you to say ‘thank you’ when you cum

- Does want to fuck you hard and rough but will wait and double, triple check before even trying

- Face fucking you stupid

- Is so gentle and soothing with aftercare

- Treats you like a sweet princess during aftercare

- Cockwarming while he does work

- Size kink, loves how much taller he is and how his cock barely fits in you

- “Look how your tiny pussy takes my big cock” “oh, darling, I don’t think it will fit”

- If you’re a human he also has a massive age kink

- “You’re such a sweet little girl for me”

- Staring down at you with your face covered in cum

- Not opposed to some good old pet play

- Is both cruel and loving

- Degrades his dirty little slut pet while he uses them just for his pleasure

- Loves having you sit in his lap and have you curl up to him and hold his sweet little darling

- Holds you and kisses you while you ride his thigh

- Strokes your hair while you hump his boot and look up to him with big desperate eyes

Kili:

- Biggest turn on for him is seeing you dance and jump around

- The way your face flushes and your tits bounce makes him crazy

- Loves being both babied and degraded

- If he could live between your tits he would

- Sitting in your lap, panting and whimpering as he thrusts his hips into your hand

- Mutual masturbation

- Doesn’t like to be hurt too badly but does love spanking and overstimulation

- Shows off whenever you watch him train

- Even if he’s shorter than you he still loves showing his strength by carrying you

- Carry’s you to the bath after sex and takes his time washing your body and your hair

- Just wants to be your good boy

- No thoughts, just be good boy and love boobs

- Does not have mommy issues but does have mommy style kinks

- Loves sucking on your nipples

- (honestly that gif does things to me 🥵🥵)

Fili:

- Knife kink!

- He’d never use his knife on you in a dangerous way but does love to cut your clothes off you

- His beard braids feel amazing and ticklish between your legs

- Hand on your thigh always, during sexual times or not

- Polar opposite things will turn him on

- While you’re fighting he gets hard and wants you to grab his hair and use his cock

- When he sees you taking care of babies his breeding kink comes out hard

- “I’m going to fuck a baby into your womb. We’re not leaving until you’re full of my cum”

- Loves to fuck you in the woods especially when it’s risky

- While on the journey to reclaim his home he liked to take you into the woods and fuck you

- He loved that you had to be so quiet but still he could hear your little whimpers

- He is a prince and next in line to the throne so he has to keep PDA to a minimum

- That doesn’t stop him from grabbing at your thigh under the table and whispering dirty things in your ear in the middle of a party

- Playfully slaps your ass while you’re changing

- Skinny dipping 👌🏻👌🏻

- He has no problem keeping you warm 😏😏

Bard:

- Loves to cum all over your face

- Lots of pet names during

- “Oh darling you feel amazing” “cum for me sweetheart”

- Forced quiet sex

- Packing your wet underwear in his bag while he’s away, he does smell it while he touches himself

- Such a dirty man but great at hiding it

- Loves the noises you make when his beard scratches your neck

- Bit of a caretaking kink

- Gets really horny when you massage him, cook for him, bandage him up, wash him in the bath

- Takes you fishing so he can finger you on his boat

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Boromir Relationship Headcanons

Boromir x F!Reader, headcanons are both SFW & NSFW (so no minors, please!). This is based on the movie version of Boromir, so if anything contradicts the books, I apologise 🙏

These are just some of the first headcanons that came to me, so I may end up doing a second post at some point! Anyway, hope everyone enjoys, and if you’d like to discuss Boromir headcanons, my askbox is always open!

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SFW Headcanons

- Boromir is quite the romantic. He’s never really been in love before you, so it catches him by surprise how strongly he feels for you. Like he finds himself randomly thinking about you while he’s training and ends up all flustered and distracted. He never saw himself getting married either - he’d always been too busy defending Gondor - but once he falls for you there’s no doubt in his mind that he wants you to be his wife.

- Even if you’re of a proper status to be Boromir’s wife, there’s a good chance that Denethor won’t think you’re good enough for his favourite son. But Boromir will not relent in his desire to marry you, even if that means defying his father and marrying you in secret. There’s a good chance that Denethor will get past it eventually anyway, because in his eyes Boromir can really do no wrong.

- He is incredibly physically affectionate - he loves giving hugs, and cuddling, and picking you up and carrying you. He loves being the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him while he buries his face in your hair. Even if he’s had the most stressful day imaginable, holding you in his arms makes all of the stress and bad things in the world seem to melt away, even if only temporarily.

- Boromir hates being away from you, though obviously his duty to Gondor means he often has to leave for battle, sometimes even for long campaigns. But he keeps you on his mind always, and he fights in your name just as much as he fights for his country and his people.

- One of the ways to make Boromir melt is to show him gentleness and tenderness. Like you tending to his wounds after a battle? You washing his hair? He’s going to fall even more in love with you and look at you with pure adoration in his eyes, just feeling so lucky to have married the most wonderful woman in Middle Earth.

- I think he’d want to have a big family, maybe four or five kids, and a mix of daughters and sons! Of course if you’re not comfortable with that, he’ll defer to your choice - he understands that when it comes to making a child, he’s really got the easy job. If you do end up having children, he’d be such a sweet and attentive father - just imagine him playing with your kids the way he did with Merry and Pippin in Fellowship 🥹 - and I like to think that he would encourage his daughters’ interests just as much as his sons’! He’s definitely making sure not to play favourites at all either, because he saw how much that hurt Faramir when they were growing up and to this day.

- (I saw an imagine post talking about dad Boromir where he plays knights with his daughters and it solidified girldad!Boromir as my favourite headcanon, but I’m having trouble finding it again - if anyone knows the post I’m talking about please send me a link, I’ll love you forever ❤️🙏)

NSFW Headcanons

- Boromir is a very attentive lover, and so so handsy. This man will be touching you all over while you’re making love, particularly focusing on your hips, breasts, and thighs. I think he’d love it if you’re on the thicker side, because it makes it even more satisfying for him to touch you.

- He can be a massive tease - especially if you have particular sweet spots that he knows how to exploit in the best way possible. When you moan loudly, he’ll look at you with the biggest grin on his face as he asks you if you’re enjoying yourself. He’s a tease with his words too - sometimes he’ll whisper something dirty in your ear in an otherwise innocent situation just to see you blush - but he’ll certainly follow through on any promises he might have made to you later.

- When Boromir’s not being a tease he’s still talking a lot, mainly a lot of praise and whispered sweet nothings. If you talk dirty to him, it drives him crazy.

- This man absolutely has a breeding kink. I don’t know what exactly makes me think that but I just get that vibe from him. Like I said above, he wants to have a big family, and he certainly fantasises about getting you pregnant. If you beg him to cum inside of you he will fold so quickly. And when you are pregnant, he can barely keep his hands off of you, though he makes sure to be extra gentle as to not accidentally hurt you while you’re in such a delicate condition.

- He eats pussy like he’s starving and you’re the first food he’s seen in weeks. If he could spend all of his time with his head between your thighs he’d probably die happy.

- Also he loves it when you sit on his face.

- He’s very proud of himself when he makes you come really hard, and he usually won’t think about his pleasure until he’s made you come at least twice, maybe three times. As such, he’s not really into quickies, he wants to take his time.

- His favourite places to have sex are in bed, and also sometimes in the bath (but touching each other in the bath usually leads to him taking you to bed).

- Boromir prefers to be able to look you in the eyes when you have sex, so any position that facilitates that will be a favourite. He does like putting your legs over his shoulders, but he also likes watching you ride him.

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how they care for you when you’re sick/injured but refuse to rest

a/n: requested by @tolkien-fantasy!! 💕 since i already did sth quite similar with Frodo/Sam/Merry/Pippin, this time I decided to include only the “big guys”, aka Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Éomer and Legolas. Also Fíli doesn't go here but I decided he will be here.☺️ I hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts and opinions, and reblogs are always super appreciated!!!🥰🥰🥰

Aragorn: He is literally just like that, even if he’s unwell he will keep pushing, and that is exactly why he immediately notices you do it too, and decides to put a stop to it. As much as he is loving and supportive and always respects your opinions and wishes, he is not taking ‘no’ for an answer when he deems that you really need to rest and recover. Luckily for you, he’s a legendary healer, so you will probably get better relatively soon. If he’s able to give you 100% of his attention and time during your recovery, he will literally feed you if he needs to, just so that you don’t exhaust yourself even more. Also he will quickly hush you if you begin to protest and insist that you’re fine and really have things to do! Sorry, king’s orders! Not just that, he will most definitely have your favorite food made for you, so that you don’t have to lift a finger (even though you want to). 

Boromir: You were both extremely busy on the day when Gondor was preparing for some big festival, and amid your errands you sprained your ankle, but you brushed it off because you wanted to personally oversee the flower arrangements. For the first and only time you were thankful not to see Boromir half the day because you knew he would make a small fuss about it immediately, so you limped on until you accidentally ended up tripping and stumbling backwards into a familiar strong chest. He looked at you suspiciously while you attempted to just brush it off as being clumsy, but he thought you looked a little bit pale and was not convinced. Before you could keep convincing him, he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed, having seen right through your act. Sadly he couldn’t have stayed with you the whole time as there were still some things to prepare, but he ran to you as often as he could to check if you were still resting, and to attack you with a flurry of reassuring kisses. Later in the evening he will 100% cuddle you until you both fall asleep wrapped up in each other, and he has no trouble carrying you around for days so that you don’t have to put weight on your injured leg - he enjoys doing it!

Legolas: Injuries and illnesses are not exactly something he is very familiar with, but he knows enough to be aware that they require rest and recuperation! His senses are sharp and he notices if you wince one time, and he is there in an instant. He will ask you what is wrong, what you need, etc. As much as Legolas he understands your restlessness and the constant need to be up and about, he needs you to understand that he’s worried and doesn’t want your condition to get worse. If it’s something very serious, he will immediately call Aragorn for help, but if it’s something minor, he thinks he should be able to handle it and support you through it. Before you know it, you’re not allowed to do anything under his watchful gaze but you’re bored!! No problem, though, he is more than ready to entertain you in any way he can, even if it means he has to sing you all the elvish songs since the beginning of time (and you will make good use of his promise to do that!). 

Éomer: Oh that is literally his BRAND because he’s out there being unstoppable even when something is wrong - and he is not letting his beloved be like that, not on his watch! He is also the type to carry you to bed despite your protests and you being like “I’m fine!” And he is like, alright then, but even if you’re fine, that doesn’t mean you can’t get some rest! No amount of your pouting is going to make him let up. Eventually when you finally admit you’re in pain, he will fuss over you a bit and he will literally try to cook something (he feels better when he can take action) and before you know it he’s making 4 different kinds of tea at the same time and things seem a bit chaotic… When you ask whether he’s sure he doesn’t need any help, he will insist that you just go and rest and that he has everything under control. Needless to say, you didn’t get to eat/drink everything that he started making cause he failed at many things, but you appreciate the love that went into it regardless!

Faramir: He can notice that something is off within like 0.3 seconds and multiple times throughout the day he will ask how you’re feeling and if something is wrong because he can sense that something is off, but he knows you well enough to know that you’d prefer to keep going on about your day, even when in pain. And then when you almost pass out you finally admit that you’re not feeling well, and you know he will immediately drop whatever else he is doing and just focus on you as much as he can until you’re perfectly recovered. More likely than not he is immediately looking for Aragorn because he is NOT taking any risks; although you try to reassure him that it might not be necessary. He knows how to be persistent and when he gives you puppy eyes with those gorgeous teal blue eyes… you have no choice but to let him do his thing.

Fíli: When it comes to you he is a very worried person and he likes to keep an eye on you as much as he can, so it doesn't take him long to become aware that you're acting...different. He is especially fussy if you get injured, and he will push everything and everyone else aside to nurse you back to health, and it literally becomes his number one priority. Fíli won''t hesitate to be even a little bit harsh if anyone comes to bother you or ask something of you before you're 100% recovered, so sometimes you gently reprimand him for it - you feel well enough to go and keep doing things! But good luck trying to convince him!

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[ironmandeficiency]

the fellowship + romance

characters included: aragorn, boromir, gimli, legolas, pippin

word count: 1177

summary: just some soft shit bc these men are all sappier than any tree in the greenwood

a/n: there’s still an overwhelming lack of gimli content that needs to be fixed and i will do my part

aragorn 🗡️

aragorn’s quiet presence is the warmest blanket on a cold night, the first bite of a meal you slaved over for hours, every comfort you’ve ever experienced

he’s never been one for overwhelming displays of his affections; instead, he shows you in simple ways that add up - giving you the more full bowls of broth, laying his blanket over you if he notices you shivering during night watch, sharpening your weapons (this one had gimli nearly brought to tears by the devotion it spoke of), anything that helps your days pass easier

he grew up around stories of elves who committed astounding feats in the name of those they loved, fighting wars and risking their lives with alarming frequency. but none of them ever talked about the everyday ways they showed love. his mother taught him what she could about those things, stories of his father’s steady presence and stalwart love for his family. a young aragorn took these lessons to heart and used them when the time was right

it was why, when he caught his heart skipping beats around you, he let his actions do the speaking for him. without fail you would thank him with a soft smile, slowly coming to realize that aragorn felt something much deeper for you than camaraderie. when you woke up early one morning to find your weapons sharper than they were the day before (not for the first time), you went straight to aragorn and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. he nearly dropped your bowl of stew in his flustered state

having your affections secured didn’t mean he stopped his small acts of kindness, it did quite the opposite. it just made him bolder and more confident in his actions

boromir 🍻

this man is so damn tactile it’s ridiculous

if you’re the cuddly type like he is, it makes him all the more eager to always have some form of physical contact with you, no matter where you may be

unless you tell him to back off, he is always touching you one way or another. a gentle hand on the small of your back, your pinkies interlocked, an arm wrapped around your shoulder, anything to keep you close to him

his favorite time of day eventually becomes the end of it, because that’s when he can hold you close and whisper soft words of love in your ear while he holds you. he makes it his goal to give you a goodnight kiss every night you spend together

the best cuddle position in his mind is you leaning your back against his chest, one of his hands resting on your hip where his thumb rubs small circles above the bone, and his chin resting on your shoulder just right to where he can turn his head to kiss your cheek or burrow his face into your neck

gimli 🛡️

valiantly is the best way to describe how gimli approaches any situation he comes upon, including (and especially) matters of the heart

this is a dwarf who says what he means & means what he says, who does nothing that he wouldn’t be proud of the next day. because of this, you couldn’t find it in you to not believe him when he professed his love for you with such unwavering confidence you were nearly brought to tears. gimli never said anything just because his lips could move so you simply had to believe him

will do you favors big and small simply because he wants to help you however possible. you can’t remember the last time you carried your own pack or made your own bowl of soup. if you encouraged him (which you wouldn’t), this romantic fool would not let you lift another finger for as long as you both live

he grew up watching his parents with keen eyes, his adad showing him by example how a true dwarf treats their one. he embodies these lessons with every interaction with you, striving to be the one you deserve him to be. it ranges from the ferocity of his protection to opening doors for you. may mahal strike him down if he ever hurts you

he just wants to be a dwarf you’re proud to love, proud to call yours

legolas 🏹

physical affection can be difficult for him, but one thing legolas is good at doing is speaking his mind and his heart

if you thought his regular speaking pattern was overflowing with poetic descriptors, you’ve heard nothing compared to when he’s being truly romantic. no one you’d been with before had ever described you with such beautiful prose, never whispered soft poetry about your eyes to lull you to sleep

and he’s a cheeky bastard about it too! it’ll be a regular conversation between friends, nothing important, then BAM! he’s making quippy one-liners about your overwhelming skill/beauty/personality that catch you off guard and has your friends cackling at your flustered reaction to his flattery

even better, his praise will often include sindarin and on the off chance you don’t speak it, you’ll have to gauge the meaning from the silent looks shared between your dear elf and aragorn (doesn’t really work). eventually legolas tells you what some of them mean; after all, he needs to have an element of intrigue about him or his name isn’t legolas thranduillion

he carries a lot of pride for you and will brag about you to anyone who listens, his melleth being one of unparalleled skill and beauty and bright laughter that carries his soul on great wings

pippin 🥕

his already strong need to be silly and foolish grows exponentially when he finds out how happy it makes you

pip doesn’t care what it is you ask of him, he will do anything to hear your laugh. he’ll put baby carrots in his nostrils, respond to conversations exclusively in farm animal noises, he will even do his spot-on impressions of the rest of the fellowship and make them say all sorts of silly things

the best one to date is him doing an aragorn impression that consists of all the different ways he says legolas’s name

you’ve never heard such astounding colloquialisms from anyone until you met pippin - “don’t eat half the berries and say the pie shell’s too big,” “his cornbread isn’t done in the middle,” “if brains were leather, he wouldn't have enough to saddle a junebug” - and each time he says one, there’s always a not-so-subtle look to you so he can see your reaction. the ones that get the most laughs are used a little bit more, just enough to not lose their appeal but enough to hear your laughter all the more often

there is a single-minded determination to hear your snort when you laugh at something he says, and he will not rest until you do. his personal goal to do this resets each time you do actually snort, him now aiming for the next joke or prank that will bring it out again

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Aragorn, Legolas and Boromir's Love Languages

ARAGORN

I think he's the most romantic of the three and specialises in words of affirmation. He knows what to say that you swear he has an ability to read minds but he just knows you that well. He will never forget to compliment your appearance, your skill and your personality because he wants you to feel appreciated and know how much he loves you.

LEGOLAS

The least romantic of the three, but give him some credit, he tries. That being said, gift giving completes him; whenever he finds something that reminds him of you, you best believe he'll get it and give it to you the moment he sees you. I always saw him as creative and skilled in the arts; he would give you a beautiful painting out of the blue and he had to explain that he made it himself. He doesn't expect anything in return, but he does melt when you get him something he really likes.

BOROMIR

Ah, Boromir. He's super romantic and has a way with words, but for him, physical touch >>>> anything else. Hand holding, kissing, hugging (whether in front or from behind) or offering a massage, do all of them, he loves it and doesn't have a preference. You two can constantly be found in each other's embrace, sometimes asleep. He seeks intimacy and wants to be close to you; for him physical touch, is the best way to do that.

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A/N: I'm suffering from writer's block once again and I can't sleep so here's a small bit from me while I try to get inspired to write another fic <3

[aerynoakenshield]

[Boromir] - All I Ever Wanted

♫ - Perfect - Ed Sheeran

A/N: It's 2024 and I still adore this man, hopefully now this has been written the  brain worm leaves and I can move on with my life (i am lying to myself i have not moved on since 2007).

Thank you for reading, enjoy! <3

It was a joy to live in Gondor, the kingdom and its people were, in truth, simply beautiful. For you, there was everything here you could ever want. Kind people, a community, and most of all the man you loved.

Boromir and yourself had grown up together, as your father was a nobleman and therefore held position on King Denethor's council. With Boromir's father being that king, he was always looking for something to do or someone to talk to, which was when you stumbled into each other's lives as children. 

You often saw each other in the castle courtyard. At first, you barely spoke, nods of acknowledgement here and there and sometimes a greeting. You could not have been more different as people. 

Boromir was a boy who loved fighting, loved running around and learning how to wield weapons. You preferred your books, to write and study history and nature. The pair of you could often be found together outside the older you grew; you with your nose stuck in some ancient literature while you  sat under the tree as Boromir practiced sparring techniques in front of you. 

One was never really seen without the other. You were both like shadows, and never tired of being around each other. Your father was not upset by this, hoping one day perhaps you may marry the young prince. King Denethor, however, hoped quite the opposite. Nevertheless, that would not stop you from spending your free time together.

Boromir was there for you through every bad time you had, always offering a shoulder to cry on and a gentle hand when you would walk through the gardens. You were there for him whenever his father had been harsh on him. As the eldest son, Boromir was looked upon to be a leader, to have an heir to the throne one day and keep the family line in tact. 

He wanted none of that, not until he was older, maybe. He told you all the time of adventures he wanted, how he wanted to live first before thinking of that sort of thing. You grew to adults together, but your hobbies and interest had not changed.

Here you were, a bright morning in Gondor, sat in the gardens on your favourite bench reading a book. The area was secluded, barely anybody walked here, but it was filled with flowers and a lake with a fountain front and center. Before you, Boromir was practicing movements with his sword and a young guard. He had become a master swordsman, and had been trusted to train up new soldiers for Gondor's army should the need arise.

Setting your book down, you watched them spar. Boromir was quick on his feet, but so tentative in helping the young man with his own technique, and you couldn't help but stare. Something in your heart soared to see him smile, to watch him doing the thing he loved. For a brief second Boromir looked to you, catching your eye and winking.

"Back to your books, you."

Boromir had not dealt with his own feelings for you, yet. Each day you met, his heart grew fonder of you and it was at a point in which it became hard to contain. When you sat there and lost yourself in writing, he would look on at you in wonder. Often, his thoughts would drift, and he would ask himself what was stopping him from pushing you against a wall and kissing you. The fear of rejection, of you not feeling the same, was what pushed those thoughts away.

You had picked your book back up, though you were no longer reading it. You held it as though you were, but your eyes peeked over the brim, eager to watch him instead. His face lit up differently when he was training, his features became more beautiful than they already were. He had a love for swordsmanship, and it showed. 

"Agh!" 

You were snapped out of your daydream by Boromir's exclamation. Dropping your book, you noticed the young guard's sword on the floor and a look of horror on his face. Your eyes flicked over to Boromir, who was holding his arm. It appeared the man had caught the prince's arm with the sword, though it didn't look too bad. 

"My prince, I am sorry, I did not-"

"It's okay, lad. You run back to the castle and have a break, we'll keep you on the wooden weapons for now," Boromir said with a chuckle, and the guard nodded and ran off. 

How he could joke in this situation was amazing, but you knew it was to calm the other boys nerves, which were presumably sky high. Boromir caught your gaze and you beckoned him over.

"Are you okay? Seems like that's quite the gash." You gestured to the blood on his tunic, and reached into your bag for the first aid essentials you always carried. It wasn't the first time he had been injured in your company, so now you always carried them just to be sure. 

"I'm alright, got you to patch me up, haven't I?" Boromir winked at you, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. 

"Sometimes," you replied, swatting his nose with your finger. "I think you do it on purpose."

He feigned shock, but said nothing as he let you work on his arm. Your concentration face had him in a trance as he watched you work, eyes darting from your face to your gentle hands. There was no wound he had ever gotten that you could not fix with a bandage and some herb or salve, so the books were paying off. 

"You know," you started, working carefully to stitch the cut in his arm, eyes not moving from it as you spoke. "You are wonderful with those guards. You have always had a gift for combat, but it shows more and more each day. You look happiest when you're training."

Boromir could not help the smile creeping up on his face.

"It does make me happy, I love the art of swords, the craft of it all. The beauty of wielding a weapon is quite a thing. Though, I have to admit, I am my happiest whenever I am with you."

Pausing for a second, you look up at him, and he has a cheeky smile on his face as his eyes looked at you through his brow. He was so handsome, rugged yet boyish all at once. You could not have fallen harder if you tried. Realising you were staring, you turned back to your work with a blush rising on your cheeks. 

"There," you knotted the last stitch and wrapped a bandage around his wound. "You're all fixed up."

"Oh," he sounded disappointed. "Does that mean I don't get your special treatment and attention anymore?" His smile could light up a room.

"Boromir!" You playfully tapped his non injured arm and laughed along. "I'll give you special treatment if you carry on like that." He scoffed jokingly at your sarcastic mocking tone.

Your threat was hollow, knowing that you couldn't best him in a play fight, let alone a real one. The master swordsman stared at you, seemingly taking your comment to heart. 

"Or," he spoke lowly, moving towards on the bench and taking your chin lightly in his hand. "I'll give you special treatment."

Boromir leaned in and your heart raced. He never connected your lips, waiting for you to respond. He was respectful enough to wait for you to kiss him, to make sure this was what you wanted. You closed the gap, and he pulled you into him and deepened the kiss.

This moment was what you had dreamed of. Boromir's arm wrapped around your waist and his other hand held the side of your face as his lips made their way from your own to your jawline, pressing little kisses down towards your collarbone. Your hands lay on his chest, keeping yourself as close as you could be as quiet hums of content came from you.

Boromir brought his head back up to look at you, and he could not believed how stunning you looked before him. The sun lit your face up, eyes twinkling as they looked back into his own. The red tint on your cheeks gave you an almost ethereal aura. Your hands came to cup his face.

"I have wanted this for so long, Boromir. I never thought you would feel the same way. I was scared you saw me only as a friend."

He chuckled, pressing his forehead to your own.

"You silly thing, I would be a fool to not have fallen in love with you. You are incredible. I have loved you for so long now, I have lost count. I never thought you, with your books and your writing would ever want a swordsman who just loves fighting."

"Apparently you're a poet now, too." You giggled and his brow furrowed, but hearing his words back in his head, Boromir realised the rhyme he had made. 

"Then in that case, I'm perfect for you," he boasted, nodding in agreement with himself and making you throw your head back with laughter. 

Pulling you onto his lap, you sat with your arms around his neck and just took in the moment. You had hugged him before, but never like this. You had spent hours in his arms, but never under any circumstance other than comfort. Now, it felt different. 

"Hey, look at me, " Boromir whispered, and you lifted your head from his chest to look at him. "If you wish to court me, and I most certainly would like you to, I want you to know that being with me probably will not be easy. But, if you do wish to be mine, I will promise you now that I will do all I can to protect you and keep you safe, and I will always show you nothing but love and care for the rest of our lives."

Your eyes teared up a little at his words, and you smiled down at him. 

"You are all I have ever wanted, of course I will court you. It would be an honour to be yours, Boromir. I know it won't be easy, I know there are threats out there in Middle Earth that you will one day have to deal with. I am not afraid of that, I would welcome a future with you. I have spent my youth with you, so what's the rest of our lives in comparison?"

"You beautiful thing..." he spoke, voice quiet and full of love. "My beautiful thing."

With one more kiss, a kiss filled with hope for the future, Boromir brought you off him and offered his hand to you. You accepted, and with a kiss to your knuckles, you set off on your first walk as a couple and the first walk of the rest of your days as one.

[sotwk]

Help I just watched the last episode of season 1 of The Gilded Age and now I'm stuck staring off into space daydreaming about waltzing around a ballroom with Boromir again.

[beautifultypewriter]

I’m not gonna lie… things are not good over here, but also… I have so many feelings about this and it’s the only thing that is keeping me going. Boromir was born to be a girl dad and while the poll I did was for a different story where he doesn’t get to be a dad, I had to write a universe where he actually got to raise his daughter. Also I’m going to use my oc, but only her name, there’s no description and I’m going to write in 3rd person. I have so many thoughts about this. Keep your eyes peeled for some new Gondor Girl content. And quick timeline Boromir and Limmeth get married about 2 years before he leaves for Rivendell and their baby is born a month before he leaves. Also warning: brief mention of labor/childbirth, but nothing detailed or graphic. It's over 2k words, so it's under the read more. @streets-in-paradise Lu, sorry to bother you, but I need you to see this.

Boromir as a dad:

Boromir is ecstatic when Limmeth tells him that she’s with child. Like he is so beyond happy… for about 2 minutes and then the worry starts to settle in his chest, he keeps smiling though as she’s smiling up at him because the last thing he wants to do is worry his sweet wife.

But he can’t help it. There is a WAR going on and Mordor is RIGHT THERE and he already has so much on his shoulders, worrying about his people, his city, his father and brother, Limmeth herself, and now this? Man is stressed.

And although he tries to hide it, Limmeth sees right through him. She puts her hands on his cheeks and gently kisses his lips, “This is a good thing. Everything will be fine.”

He repeats those words to himself nearly everyday for the duration of the pregnancy. It helps keep him grounded and it helps the happiness shine through. He’s able to focus more on the pregnancy and the fact that soon there will be a little baby, that hopefully looks just like Limmeth, in the world. And a little baby that looks like his sweet, perfect Limmeth will certainly bring light to the darkness that they often find themselves in during these times. 

Then the day arrives. Boromir is with Faramir and few other men, making plans and going over resources when a maid scurries into the room and whispers in the captain’s ear.

Boromir doesn’t think twice before rushing from the room, with zero explanation to anyone else by the way, and making his way to where his wife has started her labor. He beats the healer to the room, and he rushes in, quickly grabbing Limmeth’s hand and placing a kiss to her forehead. 

Hours and hours later, Limmeth is propped up by some pillows with their baby girl in her arms as Boromir sits next to her on the bed, his own arms wrapped around her. He’s blinking back tears as he stares down at his little girl. 

Unfortunately the peace is interrupted as Denethor enters the room, Faramir trailing behind him. The steward is smiling as he approaches the couple, but that smile quickly drops as Boromir introduces him to his granddaughter. 

Denethor glares at Limmeth, blaming her for this in his twisted mind, before he storms out. Limmeth is on the verge of tears and Boromir is seething. 

Fortunately, Faramir is still there, and he steps up and gushes about how beautiful the baby is and how lucky they are that she looks more like Limmeth than she does Boromir, which makes his brother roll his eyes and his sister by law laugh. 

Then he asks what his niece is to be called and Boromir and Limmeth look at each other for a moment. Because they never really discussed names and now they have to navigate hazy thoughts of what their daughter will be called for her entire life. They both get what they believe to be a brilliant idea at the same time. 

An argument breaks out over whose mother they should name her after. Limmeth wants to name her after Boromir’s mother and Boromir wants to name her after Limmeth’s mother. Both of them refuse to back down. Faramir is rubbing his temples as the little baby snoozes through the argument. Finally, he steps up and suggests that they choose a new name, one not related to either of them. 

The idea is considered for a moment before they ultimately agree and then they start to brainstorm. It’s hours before they land on Amathael (Glimmering Shield. Glimmering for Limmeth and Shield for Boromir). 

When Boromir holds his daughter for the first time, he cries. He tries so hard not to, but not even Gondor’s mightiest warrior can hold back tears as he looks down at what he is positive is the most beautiful baby to ever be born. Limmeth watches him with a smile on her face, tears brimming in her own eyes as Boromir gently traces a finger over Amathael’s cheek.

Unbeknownst to them they only get a month together before Boromir is traveling to Rivendell and Limmeth is left to wonder if she will ever see her husband again and whether or not Amathael will have a father. 

At some point between these two events, Denethor goes on a verbal rampage about how Boromir’s wife is useless as she did not provide Boromir with an heir and that they would have to have another child as quickly as possible to ensure that their bloodline continues, and Boromir loses it. He is able to remain pretty calm which is surprising as he sets his father straight. “You will not speak of my wife and daughter in such a manner. If I hear it again…” his jaw tightens and his fist clenches and he turns and walks away. 

He goes to his and Limmeth’s room to see her cradling Amathael and quietly singing the same Dol Amroth lullaby that his own mother sang to him and Faramir. All the tension leaves his body as he stands in the doorway and watches his whole world. 

Boromir dreads having to tell Limmeth that he’s going to Rivendell. He knows that it’s unfair to her and Amathael, but he really has no other choice in this. He tells himself that this could be the key to finally defeating Sauron and creating a better world for his daughter to grow up in, a thought he repeats to Limmeth as she cries in his arms later.

He makes Faramir promise to look after and protect Limmeth and Amathael while he’s gone and of course his brother agrees. He was going to take care of them without having made the promise. Boromir hates having to leave his girls at all, but he especially hates having to leave them with his father when the man still has not gotten over the fact that Amathael is not a son.

Amathael is only a month old when Boromir leaves for Rivendell. She’s still so tiny as he cradles her to his chest in the early morning light. He’s humming quietly, soaking in these last moments with his little girl. He doesn’t know if this will be the last time he sees her. Limmeth wakes and quietly makes her way over to the pair, resting her head against Boromir’s arm.

It’s nearly nine months later when Limmeth is reunited with her husband. Battle worn and full of grief, Boromir stumbles into the Tower of Ecthelion. He has already been given the news of his brother and father and all he wants is to see his wife and daughter.

His wish is answered when he steps into the throne room, followed closely by Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, and Éomer, to see Limmeth standing in the middle of the room, Amathael in her arms. Boromir doesn’t think twice before rushing forward and wrapping Limmeth in his arms.

Amathael fusses a little bit, not used to having Boromir around (something that breaks his heart a little bit, but he’ll never admit) and he is struck by how big she’s gotten. Limmeth has tears in her eyes as she hands the baby over to Boromir before tucking herself into his side, staying close to keep things peaceful.

Boromir holds Amathael close, his eyes closing as he gently rests his forehead against his baby girl. She soon stops fussing as she stares at Boromir with big eyes that mirror his own.

Because while Amathael is Limmeth’s twin in every other sense, her eyes are her father’s. Something that Limmeth absolutely adores.

So Boromir gets a very short amount of time with his family before he’s marching away again and although she tries to hold onto hope, Limmeth feels almost sure that he’s marching away from her for good.

BUT because I have made everything beautiful and wonderful, Limmeth’s fears are never realized and Boromir rushes into her arms once again. Amathael fusses less and even reaches towards Boromir’s face as the three of them are pressed close together. His heart soars and he takes her from her mother’s arms.

Aragorn is crowned King and Boromir is made steward. There is a lot of work to be done in the aftermath of Saron’s defeat, but Boromir always makes time for his family. He’s already lost so much time with them, and he doesn’t want to miss another second of Amathael growing up.

Family walks through the markets of the lower city. Boromir carries Amathael, smiling and tickling her as her laughter rings out. Limmeth smiles as she watches the two most important people in her life.

Boromir 100% throws Amathael up into the air and catches her and she shrieks with laughter. As she gets bigger, it gets harder, but all she needs to do is pout for a second and he’s lifting her and tossing her as high as he can.

He would do anything for her, like seriously, she has him wrapped around her finger. It delights Limmeth to no end. And Boromir is completely oblivious to it too. Like he does not even realize that he is being unintentionally played by this little baby.

Once Amathael starts walking, she is following Boromir everywhere he goes. Her absolute favorite place to follow him to is the small meeting room where Aragorn holds council. She stands in the doorway and watches her Da and her two uncles settle themselves at the table, nodding to the few other men who come in. Aragorn notices the little girl in the doorway first and he smiles as he waves her over. She runs in and Aragorn scoops her up and sets her in his lap. She laughs as Boromir looks over with a fake look of hurt on his face. Amathael doesn’t last long before she’s scrambling off of Aragorn’s lap and running over to Boromir.

She’s grinning as she climbs into his lap and pressing her face against his chest. Boromir wraps his arms around her and chuckles quietly. Faramir and Aragorn are laughing along with him. Amathael stays in Boromir’s lap as the meeting begins. She falls asleep rather quickly and Boromir cradles her as he half pays attention. Limmeth comes to retrieve Amathael and her husband reluctantly lets the little girl go. Limmeth presses a kiss to his temple before she carries Amathael out of the room.

Boromir starts to bring Amathael to the training yard with him and she very quickly becomes interested in learning about fighting. She loves watching Boromir, Faramir, and Éowyn train together and she wants to be part of it.

Limmeth will come watch them all and Amathael is constantly stopping to call out to her mother, telling her to “watch me!” and to “look at this!” Limmeth is only too happy to watch everything and cheer as Boromir lets Amathael disarm him.

Limmeth teaches Amathael how to ride horses and the three of them go on family rides together. Before Amathael was old enough to ride, she would sit with Boromir on his horse and continually challenge Limmeth to races. Limmeth would laugh as Boromir would groan and then she would take off, forcing her husband to kick his own horse into gear to catch up to her. Amathael would laugh loudly as they rode and a grin would stretch over Boromir’s face.

Amathael loves to run around with her cousins and Aragorn and Arwen’s children. Boromir loves to see her having fun with and playing with the other children. It reminds him of his own childhood and he’s glad that Amathael has friends to play with.

Boromir loves to dance with her at any kind of feast or celebration that they have. When she was really little, they did the whole standing on his feet while they dance thing and it was the most precious thing in the world.

Boromir loves and hates watching his little girl grow up. He’s so proud of her and the person she is becoming, but he wishes she could stay his little girl forever. Limmeth needs to constantly comfort this man about this. One thing that never changes about Amathael though is how much she loves her parents.

I see her future playing out in one of two ways… she becomes the first female Captain of Gondor or she marries Eldarion, Arwen and Aragorn’s son, and becomes the next Queen of Gondor. Or maybe both?

[incorrectships-and-fandoms]

Y/N: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Boromir: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

[thementallyunstablenerd]

So I have noticed that in Boromir lives AU, people a lot of time when talking about what could go diffrently for Boromir to not die say like "what if Boromir didn't confront Frodo" or "what if Boromir brought his shield with him". But I don't see people really talk about is what if Merry and Pippin had not ran after Frodo, what would happen if they all stayed together and not get separated? I would love to know your thoughts ❤

[baccarry]

Winter's Promise

Summary: Boromir and a girl from Rohan continue to meet in secret against the backdrop of a harsh winter. Their encounters, filled with genuine moments and quiet conversations, bring them closer together despite the differences between their worlds.

Amid their growing relationship, Boromir faces an inner conflict: torn between his duties as Gondor’s heir and his longing to be simply a man who loves and is loved. The girl, too, understands that their love might be impossible within the rigid confines of Gondorian tradition, but her feelings and faith in him outweigh her fears.

Set in the wintry landscapes of Rohan, the story unfolds as each day brings the promise of spring—a symbol of hope and a new beginning for them both.

The tale can be enjoyed as a continuation of The Scarlet Ribbon or as a standalone story.

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Boromir x Reader

Rating: G

Dedication: This story is dedicated to @scyllas-revenge and @lilunoakes for their inspiring comments and unwavering support. Thank you for being part of this journey!

Note: Winter's Promise is the second installment in The Scarlet Ribbon series. There will be 2–3 more parts to this story, including one smut chapter (18+). To stay updated, follow the tag #The Scarlet Ribbon Update so you don’t miss any new releases!

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It was midwinter, and you went to the river to do laundry. A mundane task, but for you, it was also an excuse to leave the house, to be alone—and perhaps to meet the one whose presence you longed for so much. You wore warm, simple clothing suitable for a merchant’s daughter from a roadside village in Rohan. A long green woolen cloak lined with fur, fastened with a leather belt, covered you. Underneath, you wore a dark blue dress of sturdy fabric that didn’t hinder movement. On your feet were soft boots lined with sheepskin, and you had wrapped a thick scarf around your head to shield your hair from the wind.

You carried a wooden basin and a small sack of laundry. In your hands was also a bag containing washing tools: a brush, wooden paddles for beating out dirt, and bars of soap that your father had acquired from a passing caravan. Yet what you regretted most was leaving behind the iron pickaxe, deciding at home that the river wasn’t fully frozen over yet.

When you reached the river, you set the basin down on the snow and looked around. It was quiet here. The white shores and the still, icy surface of the river gave the place an almost magical air, but the cold seeped through your clothes, making you shiver. You sighed regretfully, realizing you’d have to explain to your father why the laundry remained unwashed. But worse, returning home earlier than planned might mean missing a chance to meet him, and that was something you could not allow.

You knelt by the shore, brushing away snow with your hands to gauge the thickness of the ice. The ice was thick, smooth, with no visible cracks. You hesitated, wondering what to do, when you heard a voice behind you:

“You won’t break through it.”

You turned abruptly and saw him. Boromir stood a short distance away, having just dismounted. His horse, dark and powerful, was tied to a nearby tree. He wore a long cloak lined with fur, barely concealing the mail beneath. At his side hung a sword in plain but sturdy scabbards, and over his shoulders was draped a light woolen mantle typical of Gondorian soldiers. His face, weathered and intent, was framed by light chestnut hair that had slipped loose from beneath his hood.

“How long have you been here?” you asked, trying to keep your composure, though your heart raced.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he removed his sword and stepped toward you. His movements were confident but unhurried, and for a moment, you thought he was coming to help. He stopped at the very edge of the shore, his gaze fixed on the ice.

“Step back,” he said curtly, raising his sword.

You took a step back, watching as he gripped the weapon with both hands, lifted it over his head, and brought it down forcefully onto the ice. The strike rang out sharply, the sound echoing off the frozen trees. The ice cracked but did not give way. He struck again, and the crack deepened.

“Enough to freeze to the bone,” he said, sheathing his sword. His voice was warm, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible smile. You caught the tone and felt your lips curve into a small smile of their own. A simple act—a sword striking ice, the crack, the resounding echo—but in it, there was a care so natural to him that you couldn’t help but notice it.

The ice was no longer an obstacle, but you knew the laundry was just an excuse. All of this—the sack of clothes, the heavy basin, the biting cold that stung your fingers—was merely a guise to meet him once again.

Your meetings became more frequent, but in your father’s shop, they had turned into an impossibility. Boromir, with his proud bearing and noble manners, immediately drew attention. Your father was a perceptive man, and it didn’t take him long to notice how the gaze of the Gondorian lord lingered on you too often. His voice softened whenever he inquired about your health, and his movements became unnaturally slow as he browsed the wares, as though searching for excuses to stay longer.

“A merchant’s daughter is no match for Gondor’s heir,” your father said one day—not with malice, but with the stern honesty that was part of his nature. Those words were sobering, but could they stop you?

You recalled that kiss, given to him on the night of the Winterwood Festival. It was a moment when everything stilled: the forest, the stars, your hearts. That kiss was a promise, spoken without words, and it remained etched in your memory.

In Rohan, where hearts were free and traditions less rigid, such moments were a natural expression of human connection. But in Gondor, where people upheld strict morals and every action, every word, was dictated by tradition, such a gesture would be audacious, especially for an heir. Boromir knew that in his homeland, such behavior was unacceptable. Even married couples refrained from public displays of affection, limiting themselves to light, almost fleeting touches of the hand.

He thought of his brother, Faramir, and his wife, Éowyn. Their union was a living example of how two cultures could merge. Éowyn, while retaining the straightforwardness and strength of her Rohirric spirit, had learned to be restrained among the Gondorian lords. Yet behind closed doors, their love was vibrant and unreserved. Boromir had seen how Faramir looked at Éowyn—with pride, warmth, and admiration. Now, he understood that he wanted the same. He wanted to look at you that way—openly, without fear, so the whole world would see that he had found his happiness.

But for now, your meetings remained a secret. You learned to love what had once seemed like hateful routine. Washing clothes by the river, carrying dried herbs from your father’s shop, sorting fabrics and furs—all these tasks had become your excuses. They allowed you to leave the house, to step into the winter wind, and perhaps, to meet him.

You always noticed how different your worlds were. His confidence, forged by the strict traditions of Gondor, and your ease, shaped by the freedom and simplicity of Rohan, created a striking contrast. Boromir seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, often becoming too serious, and it stirred in you a desire to push him toward laughter, to see his true, human side. He, in turn, sometimes looked at you with mild astonishment when you spoke your mind or made a decision without hesitation, as though all the rules he had ever known could so easily be cast aside.

"Are you really going to wash clothes here?" he asked one day, crouching by the river. His finger traced lightly across the ice, leaving a faint line before he raised his gaze to meet yours, filled with a mix of doubt and concern.

"Of course," you replied with a wide smile, adjusting your scarf. "Do they do it differently in Gondor?"

"I wouldn’t know," he admitted after a brief pause, as though surprised by the question himself. "I never gave it much thought."

He glanced at your fingers, reddened from the cold, and frowned.

"Do you need help? Your hands must be freezing."

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding, surprised by his offer.

"Alright, but don’t let the laundry fall into the water."

At first, everything went well. He pulled pieces of fabric from the basin, and you showed him how to work them against the paddle. But the further you went, the more it became clear: Boromir had no experience with such tasks. His strong hands, used to gripping a sword, fumbled awkwardly as he tried to wring out the fabric. Water splashed onto his face and cloak, and one of your best shirts nearly slipped into the hole in the ice.

"Eru Almighty!" he exclaimed as the fabric slid from his grasp. He managed to catch it, but not before leaning precariously over the icy water, nearly plunging in himself.

You couldn’t suppress your laughter as you looked at his bewildered expression, droplets of water streaming down his cloak.

"What?" he asked, wiping his face with his hand. "You said this was easy."

"For me, yes," you said, still laughing. "But for you, my lord, it seems beyond your skill."

He huffed in mock annoyance but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips.

"In that case, I’ll leave the washing to you."

And indeed, he didn’t offer his help again. But you noticed that he particularly enjoyed watching you work. He would sit a little ways off, as if guarding you, his gaze warm and slightly pensive, lingering on your movements.

Sometimes, though, he stepped in when he saw you struggling—pulling up a bucket of water or hauling the heavy basin. In those moments, he would speak with a quiet, barely noticeable smile:

"This isn’t washing, but at least I can help with this."

You liked it. There was something so genuine in his desire to be helpful that you began to wonder how little Gondor had offered him in terms of simple, human joys.

He still loved to watch you at work.

Even today, his eyes followed you as you bent over the basin, scrubbing the clothes with effort. Your hands, red from the cold, your cheeks lightly flushed, and a stray lock of hair slipping from beneath your scarf that you kept tucking back behind your ear—it all captivated him. To him, you seemed a part of the harsh winter landscape: determined, stubborn, and unyielding.

"In Gondor, it often snows in winter," he said, breaking the silence, and you looked up at him. He stood by his horse, running a hand along its neck. "But it rarely stays on the ground for long. And the rivers never freeze. Winter there comes quietly, like a guest who doesn’t linger."

You smiled, blowing the stray lock from your face.

"And here, winter is a mistress who sets everything in order," you said, glancing at the forest around you. "She closes the rivers, lulls the earth to sleep. Even the air is different—it smells of snow and pine, and of a cold that chills you to the bone."

Boromir chuckled, looking at you with warmth.

"But you don’t seem afraid of it," he said more softly. "You even come to the river in such cold."

You looked at him, your smile turning slightly mischievous.

"And if you didn’t come?" you teased, a playful spark in your eyes. "Do you think I’d endure these frozen fingers?"

He glanced away, visibly flustered, and turned his attention to his horse to hide it.

"But I do come," he said simply, pulling a comb from his saddlebag.

He began carefully combing the horse’s tangled mane, but the winter rides had taken their toll: the comb snagged in the knots, and the horse tossed its head in irritation. You frowned as you watched him.

"What are you doing?" you said, setting aside the laundry and wiping your damp hands on your skirt. "You’re holding a brush, not a sword! It’s hurting him."

Boromir looked up at you and smirked.

"He’s not complaining. If he could talk, he’d thank me for my care."

"He is talking. You’re just not listening," you huffed, stepping closer.

You removed your scarf and began gently untangling the mane with your fingers. The horse snorted but soon lowered its head, visibly relaxing under your touch.

"See?" you said over your shoulder without looking back. "A bit more patience, my lord, and he’d thank you."

Boromir watched you, unable to suppress a smile. Your confidence and ease in handling the task reminded him why he kept coming back to this harsh, wintry place.

"Easy, my friend," you murmured in Rohirric, softly running your hands through the tangled mane. "Your stubborn lord is used to having stablehands look after you, isn’t he? But things are different here."

You spoke quietly, almost a whisper, as if your words were meant only for the horse. It snorted and shook its head, but less sharply than before. You continued your steady, confident movements before leaning forward to place your palm on its neck, as if trying to share your warmth.

"Hey," Boromir protested, breaking out of his reverie. "I understand your language."

You glanced over your shoulder at him, smiling but saying nothing. Instead, you continued speaking to the horse, avoiding the Common Tongue:

"He’s stubborn, but he meant well. Didn’t he, friend? There, that’s better."

You extended your hand toward Boromir.

"Give me the comb."

He handed it over without a word, frowning slightly as you began untying the horse from the tree.

"Leave him," he said cautiously. "He might run off. And I still need to ride back..."

You turned to him with an easy smile and shook your head.

"A horse never leaves its master if it knows it’s well cared for. And here, my lord, he knows he’s safe."

You led the horse a step away, giving it more freedom, but you continued combing, occasionally smoothing its flanks with your hand. The horse snorted again, dipping its head toward your touch, as though accepting your care.

"Incredible," Boromir said, watching the two of you. "You’re so good with him. It’s as if he melts under your hands. Your bond with horses..."

"Has nothing to do with it," you interrupted, standing upright and returning to your basin. Your movements were brisk, as if eager to finish the washing. "He simply trusts me and 'melts under my touch,' just like his master, my lord."

You returned to your work, feeling Boromir’s gaze linger on you. He stayed by his horse, watching you, his expression a mix of admiration and unease. In your world, touch was natural—a gesture to the shoulder, the hand, the heart through warmth and action. But for him, it was something new, almost forbidden. You noticed how he increasingly sought excuses to touch you: handing you the comb, brushing a stray lock from your face, or lightly grazing your hand when helping with the heavy basin.

For you, it was natural. But each time you met his gaze in such moments, you saw something more: longing, hesitation, and sometimes gratitude, like a man learning to accept warmth for the first time.

"Are your hands cold?" he asked when you had kept them in the icy water too long.

You sighed, lifting your eyes to meet his.

"As always."

He stepped closer, pulling off his gloves and tossing them onto the snow. Your hands, red from the cold, trembled as he took them in his. His fingers were warm and strong as he carefully rubbed your hands before cupping them in his palms, as if protecting something fragile.

Usually, it ended there. He would warm your hands until they stopped trembling, then let go, avoiding your gaze, as though afraid to linger too long. But not today.

Today, he did something different. His lips brushed lightly against your index finger, then your middle finger, as if testing whether you could feel the warmth. He moved to the next, slow and deliberate. Each kiss was soft, barely there, but they carried something new, as though he himself was surprised by his boldness.

"And now?" he asked in a quiet, low whisper, his voice making the moment feel like it belonged only to the two of you.

You started slightly, not expecting the gesture, but you didn’t pull your hands away. Instead, you smiled faintly, meeting his eyes as warmth spread from within.

"Now it’s warm," you replied just as softly, letting the words hang in the air.

Your gazes locked. You saw the struggle in him, the attempt to reconcile the feelings that consumed him with the boundaries he had been taught to uphold. But you knew: with every touch, with every kiss, he was thawing. The polished veneer of a Númenórean lord, a familiar mask for a Gondorian heir, was beginning to fade.

You didn’t pull your hands away, letting him hold them a moment longer. You understood this wasn’t just physical contact for him—it was a step toward closeness, a moment of vulnerability he rarely allowed himself.

"My lord," you said with soft amusement, breaking the silence but keeping the tenderness intact. "Perhaps now you’ll warm them completely?"

He laughed, quietly but sincerely, and the sound warmed you as much as his hands did.

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, you gathered your things. He helped you lift the basin, and together you walked back to the village, silently enjoying the winter stillness, which no longer seemed so cold.

That day became another thread binding your worlds together. Every gesture, every word—small steps, but they led you both to a place where Gondorian rules and Rohirric traditions didn’t matter. There was only the two of you, and a winter that no longer felt so harsh.

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LOTR/ The Hobbit Preference: How You Met (3/4)

(1) (2) (4)

Aragorn

Aragorn and you met when you were a guest in Rivendell. You were reading in the library and once he spotted you he couldn’t help but introduce himself.

Getting lost in the tale of the large book in your lap, you didn’t notice someone approaching your comfortable spot on the fancy elvish lounge.

“Hello.” You heard a gentle voice announce.

Startled, your legs jumped down from the couch and were quickly placed on the ground below, book thrown beside you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. My names Aragorn.”

“It’s alright, in a world of my own. My names y/n, it’s lovely to meet you.” You smile up at the handsome man before you.

Bard

Bard and you met one evening at a lavish elvish ball in Mirkwood. Bard felt very out of place at such a fancy party, but you managed to remedy his anxieties.

“Are you alright?” Bard heard from beside him. Turning he notice a lovely elf standing beside him.

“I’m sorry?” He asked, not fully catching what you had said.

You can’t help but giggle at the handsome mortal man’s confusion.

“I was just asking if you were alright, you seem a little nervous.”

“Oh, hah, yeh. I’m just not used to such lavish parties.” He responded nervously.

“I understand, they can be a little intimidating sometimes. Would you care for some company, we don’t have to dance but it might help to have a friend. I’m y/n, it’s lovely to meet you.”

“A friend sounds nice. I’m Bard, nice to meet you.”

Boromir

Boromir found you one afternoon on a snowy day in Gondor, taking your horse for a walk. Being new to Gondor you’d decided to get to know the land and become familiar with your new home.

Petting the dark brown mane of your horse, you turn as you heard the crunching of the snow.

“Oh, hello.” You turn to see the handsome man before you.

“Hello, my lady. Are you alright out here?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Im alright, just going for a walk. I thought I’d get to know the town. I’m y/n, I just moved here last week.” You introduced.

“I’m glad you’re alright, my lady. Such a cold and snowy day, I didn’t want you getting harmed. I’m Boromir, a pleasure to meet you.” He smiles sweetly, talking your hand and giving it a light kiss.

Eomer

Eomer and you first met at the battle of helms deep. He knew immediately that you were a witch when he laid eyes on you and immediately was filled with distrust. It wasn’t until you healed his sister that he let his guard down.

“Aragorn, let me assist.” You announced as you walked over to the two men and the young woman on the cot.

“You leave us be, witch, we don’t need your kind of help.” Eomer sneered.

“Eomer, let her help. I know how magic has affected you and your family but y/n is a very powerful healer and I give you my word that she means you no harm.” Aragorn defended you.

His attitude was changed as he saw his sister awaken, life returning to her eyes. Walking away, you let the siblings have their moment together.

“Y/n!” You heard Eomer shout.

Turning you see him standing before you.

“I apologise for how I’ve behaved toward you and I thank you for helping my sister and fighting beside us.” He spoke softly.

Faramir

Faramir met you the first time he came to The Shire after the war. You had been sitting in a field making daisy chains and flower crowns with the young hobbits.

Your laugh filled his ears like sweet bells. Turning he saw you sitting in the lush field, surrounded by flowers and smiling little hobbits.

“You should go and talk to her.” Aragorn smiled at the blushing man.

“Her names y/n. Shes a friend of Rosie’s, comes into town every now and then to help with the children and sell her jam.” Samwise smirked at Faramir at his other side.

“Y/n.” He smiled with wonder in his eyes

Walking over his smile grew the closer he got.

“Hello, my lady. I heard you were the one to go to if I wanted to become an expert flower crown maker.” He smirks down at your seated position in the grass.

��Well you heard right. I’m y/n.” You beamed up at the handsome man.

“Faramir.” He politely bowed.

[storiesaplenty]

Boromir x Faramir x Y/N

Before Boromir leaves to help the Fellowship. 😏

Our Final Hour (18+)

Boromir x f/Reader

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This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: Oral (m receiving) p in v. Unprotected sex. Cowgirl. Creampie.

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WC: 1124

Requested by @madhatterbri .

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AN: MY BAD, I SKIPPED OVER FARAMIR COMPLETELY & ONLY SAW BOROMIR 😭

Summary: It is the final morning that Boromir will spend with his wife. He thinks about their time together & have one final moment together.

The two of us woke just as the sun was rising.

I pulled her closer to my chest, trying to memorize everything about her.

The way how her hair fanned out over her pillows. The way how she sighed my name in her sleep as she turned in my arms and placed her face in my chest.

I placed my face in her hair, and breathed in just her scent.

Lavender and vanilla.

Which brings me back to how I first met her.

She was a baker in Gondor, just like her parents before her.

My mother would take my brother and I to her family's bakery, and there she was, just a girl in pigtails who would be showing us all the different baked goods.

Her and I are the same age, and I knew right then and there that she and I were meant to be together, even though my father did not approve of her.

When he announced it was time for me to be married, I knew what he was trying to do.

That night, under the White Tree of Gondor, with the only witness being my brother Faramir, her and I married.

Of course my father was furious, but for once I did not care. Not when I had shining star next to my side.

"You are thinking quit hard husband." Her teasing voice brought me back this very moment.

She pulled back and looked up at me as I moved her hair from her face.

Trying once more to memorize everything about her.

I kissed her forehead, and closed my eyes.

"I am sorry if my thinking woke you up." I joked back.

"Mmm, that is okay, now want to tell me what you were thinking about?"

She asked me as she pulled away, slipping out of my arms to grab some left over ale that was left forgotten as we spent the night wrapped up in eachothers bodies.

"Just us. Meeting you for the first time when we were small children. Us getting married when father announced it was to be married."

I heard her giggle as she took recalled how furious he was.

"And yet, even with all the gold he offered me, I am still here, putting up with your stubbornness and his childlike behavior." She handed me a cup of ale as she slid back into our bed.

I drank the ale down in one gulp it seemed, placing the cup on the table next to our bed.

I pulled her atop of me, her squealing with delight at my playfulness.

"You must love my, my dear wife."

"I do Boromir, I really do." She said as she kissed my chest, working her way down my body to my cock that is hard underneath the blanket.

She flung the blanket off of me, and I shivered at the nip in the air, but my body seemed to heat up with the way how she was looking at me between my spread thighs.

Her hand grasped my cock, making me moan.

"Shh, don't want everyone to hear you, my sweet husband."

I had a retort that was cut off as she wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock and started to suck.

My hands fisted the sheets as I watched and felt her move her head up and down my cock.

Soft gasps fell from my lips as she took more and more of me into her mouth.

My hips bucked, forcing more of my cock down her throat, making her gag around my cock.

She looked up at me, tears in her eyes as she pulled her head up slowly until I fell from her mouth.

If she continued, I would surely spill in her mouth, and I did not want that.

I pulled her up by her arms, laying her across my chest.

"I need you." I all but groaned as I reached for my cock between our two bodies, as she raised her hips just enough for me to slip into her warmth.

I watched as her mouth fell open, just like it does every time I stretch her out around my length.

"Boromir." She gasped as she started to move back and forth, her nails digging into my chest, making sure to leave her own mark on me, like she has done on my heart.

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My name falling from her lips is all I could hear as I put her legs over my shoulders and folded her in half. My hips pounding her into our bed as I make her fall apart for me over and over again.

I slammed my mouth against hers, moaning into our kiss as her pussy clenched tight around my cock for the final time.

I could hold back any longer as I moaned loudly into the kiss as my hips stuttered before finally stopping as I filled her with my cum.

My body shook as it seemed to go on forever, my eyes closed as I savored the feeling before I had to leave.

Which the time was coming as I heard my brother at my door as I had her screaming my name as I fucked her from behind.

I collapsed on top of her, my cock softening inside of her.

"I don't want you to go." She softly said.

I rolled off of her, and looked down at her as I laid on my side.

"I know, but I must do this for not only us, but for all of Middle Earth." I gave her a gentle kiss before I got up to get ready.

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My family and friends stood in a line as I walked to my horse.

Faramir was standing next to her, his back straight as he looked at ahead.

I stood in front of him and leaned in. "Take care of her brother." I said to him.

He gulped and nodded his yes.

I hugged him by suprise as he wrapped his arms around me.

"I will miss you as well. Never forget that."

"I will miss you too Boromir."

When I got to her, no words needed to be said that wasn't already said between us.

I cupped her face and kissed her, hoping to convey behind that one kiss how much I love her.

"Come back to me, Boromir."

I didn't say anything as I couldn't promise her I would.

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As the arrows peirce through my chest, I knew I was not going to make it.

The last thought I had was of her and only her.

My last words were her name, and only her name.

My wife.

My sunshine.

My star light.

My one true love.

Who I will meet again one day.

[wordbunch]

SFW Alphabet: Boromir

a/n: FINALLYYY I’ve been wanting to write this forever! 💛💛💛 someone requested it a while ago, not sure who, but I hope you all like it! 😊 please consider reblogging if you enjoyed, so more people can potentially see it, and do let me know your opinions! lots of love 💞 (yes he IS alive and well, now and forever)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) He is like, one of the most affectionate people of all time (it’s true I was there) and you absolutely adore it - Boromir makes you feel so loved every moment of every day. All the while he is respectful, of course, of your boundaries. He will want to hug you at any given moment, kiss you any chance he gets, during some public events he will always have an arm securely wrapped around your waist, as long as you’re comfortable with it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) I don’t know why but I don’t see him as the best friend type of person; he would either be more of a friendly acquaintance, or end up absolutely falling for you. Oopsie.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He loves to cuddle with you, and he’s the ultimate big spoon who just fully wraps around your body to the point where you don’t know who begins and ends where. If he’s super tired or had a bad day, he absolutely melts when you pull him half on top of you with his head on your chest or shoulder. Also, he basically radiates body heat and you never have to worry about being cold in bed.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Oh, he so wants to settle down with you. I see him as a person who wouldn’t even get into a relationship without having serious intentions. Boromir loves you so much and wants you by his side forever. Though, admittedly he’s terrible at cooking at cleaning because he’s a warrior, first and foremost, but he is open to learning more from you and always is more than willing to help you out.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Honestly I don’t even wanna think about this. Let’s just forget it. the letter E doesn’t exist for me in this alphabet and there’s that on that.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) He’s wrapped around your pinky finger from your first kiss, and he’s very big on being committed to you. He knows how unique and wonderful you are and he consider himself lucky to be with such a person, so he’s very happy to stay 1000% faithful forever. I feel like he’d want to get married as soon as you’re up for it - when you first told him you loved him, he almost proposed to you then and there.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) This is interesting to think about regarding Boromir - he’s fierce and strong, but he does his best to find a balance with you and not accidentally crush you when he hugs you, or falls asleep half on top of you. Emotionally, he really tries his best (he didn’t exactly grow up in the most affectionate of families), and he is actually a very emotional person underneath all that armor.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He loves hugs, Boromir is a hugger, confirmed! He will hug you at any opportunity, but what he likes most is to hug you from behind when you’re not expecting it and rest his head on your shoulder or on top of your head. He’s always so warm and he’s strong which results in amazing hugs all the time.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Pretty fast, but he had wanted to be sure he was serious about you (and he wanted to be as certain as possible that you also harbored at least some kind of feelings) before starting a relationship, so, technically… he’d loved you for some time before he said it, but a part of you was aware of it the entire time. It was in the way he looked at you and treated you, and he was always very selfless and caring when it came to you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Sometimes he gets just a tiny bit jealous, if his feelings and temperament get the best of him. He trust you with his life and more, he’s just spent his fair share of time with men and he knows how a lot of them can be disrespectful, even when you swiftly reject them. Actually, he gets more worried and jealous in such situations, 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Initially he kisses you as if you’re made of glass, so sometimes you had to be the one to pull him in closer. If your fingers wind up in his hair, oh boy, his heart skips a beat or two. In a very gentlemanly fashion, he likes to kiss your hand in public, and in private he adores kissing you on the shoulders and collarbones. When you run up to hug him and kiss him on the cheek, he feels like he’s on top of the world.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Uhm, hello, absolutely amazing? Boromir grew up with a younger brother, which certainly helped. Kids love that he’s energetic, and he’s also pretty strong so he can pick them up easily, and also he has very entertaining stories. An absolute win.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Usually Boromir is an early riser and very disciplined, but ever since you cemented your position in his life, he looooves to sleep in with you a little bit, or just have a lazy morning. So, usually you cuddle for a bit or exchange a couple of lazy kisses to charge you for the day ahead.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Both of you probably have quite intense schedules most days, so you treasure calm nights together so much. Many times the two of you can be find on a balcony locked in a hug and stargazing or, if you’re feeling super lazy, you will read together - and by that I mean he’ll hold the book open between the two of you and you will actually read the same story and then talk about it.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) He had planned on playing the tough guy for a little longer, but he didn’t really manage - something about you just made all his walls crumble and he will tell you literally anything with 100% honesty. And I feel like generally he has his heart on his sleeve most of the time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) With others, admittedly, he can run out of patience kind of soon, but in his eyes you’re a perfect angel and hell will freeze over sooner than he’ll be angry at you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) He’s in-between, he really tries to remember things, but he leads a considerably busy life with lots of responsibilities and probably a billion important information per day, so don’t get upset with him if he ends up forgetting some detail - he’s trying his best all  the time.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) When you told him you loved him back for the first time and when you accepted his marriage proposal are tied for THE favorite memory. Something about you openly choosing him time and time again just gets to him. You’re perfection personified from his perspective and he’s not always sure why exactly you chose to spend the rest of your days with him, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Literally one of the most protective people you’ve ever met, and you think it’s charming; he just cares so much and he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something happened to you, and he could have prevented it. Boromir respects, of course, your strength and ability to protect yourself, but sometimes he just can’t help but step in. He is absolutely FLUSTERED if you step in to protect him, usually it’s you verbally standing up for him and I swear that man doesn’t know where to LOOK in those moments.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) As previously established, he’s busy a lot, so you usually take it upon yourself to plan some dates and activities, which he’s incredibly grateful for and he makes sure you know it. However, when it comes to gifts, he’s the undefeated king of amazing presents - he has a talent for remembering anything you point out or mention that you like, and he won’t wait for a special occasion to gift it to you. And you get flowers at least once a week!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Overworking himself for sure, and taking up too many responsibilities, so you have to make sure he has proper down time every now and then. Luckily for you, he cannot say no to your pouty face and those eyes.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) I mean, he’s an important figure in Gondor, so mostly due to that he looks after his appearance, but not to a great extent. Clean clothes, tidy beard and hair are mostly it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) I would even go so far to say yes. You bring so much joy, love, and affection into his life that he can’t possibly imagine ever again not having you in his life. And he loves loving you, and never wants to stop.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) One of his favorite nicknames for you is ‘angel’. He thinks you’re absolutely heaven-sent and almost ethereal, so he finds it very fitting, and secretly enjoys it when he notices your cheeks lightly blushing.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) This man right here despises dishonesty. Whatever is wrong, whether it’s something he did or not, he prefers to be told, loud and clear, instead of having to play guessing games. If he has a defined problem, it is much easier to look for a solution. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) Hate to break it to you but he snores, and initially you had trouble with it and had to nudge him multiple times throughout the night, and then he feels extremely bad for waking you up. However, over time you really became desensitized to it and actually kind of miss the noise when he’s away, it’s just not the same to fall asleep in absolute silence.

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[thefreewoman]

[estelofrivendell]

Could you please write something about Aragorn, Legolas and Boromir with a short s/o who's a little bit insecure about their height? Bonus points if the reader isn't very curvy so they worry about being unattractive or mistaken for being younger than they actually are. Thanks!! It's so nice to see people writing for lotr still, so thank you for that!!!

A/N: People no longer write for LOTR? That's really unfortunate, this world has a lot of things to write about :( Truth be told, I haven't written for LOTR in three years (three years is a long time and I recognize fandoms change rapidly) and I've been suffering writers' block for two years after I wrote a lengthy series for another fandom. I hope you enjoy this, thank you for your request!

ARAGORN, LEGOLAS AND BOROMIR WITH A SHORT S/O WHO LOOKS YOUNGER THAN THEY REALLY ARE AND IS INSECURE ABOUT THEIR HEIGHT AND FRAME

ARAGORN

It doesn't matter to him one bit that you're short and your body may not resemble what society deems "perfect", he will be the first to tell you you're beautiful the way you are. In fact, he finds your height endearing, since he's tall himself, even more so in the books. It's unique to him as he grew up with tall people but at the same time it's not a new concept to him since there are many short people in all the areas he's wandered in and encountered Hobbits before the timeline of LOTR (Did he? Not sure, don't really feel like fact checking that rn...) Also, he has his own experiences with not looking the age he really is, just the opposite of yours. This man is in his 80s but looks late 30s to early 40s and was raised his elves who never age, so it would not bother him one bit that you look younger than you really are.

LEGOLAS

Legolas is an elf, so it never crossed his mind that you look younger than you really are. I also think elves aren't as worked up about body image the same way us humans are, so he doesn't think about that either. At first, he was confused why you're insecure about those features but he will do his best to make you feel better, even if what he says comes off a bit insensitive. What catches his interest is your short height and at first he teases you the way he teased Gimli, but he quickly noticed how you don't respond well to those kinds of banter, so he stopped. Overall, he has some learning to do but he will become better for you and he's grateful for it and makes him appreciate people not of his kind.

BOROMIR

Not going to lie, I see Boromir as the kind of man that prefers his women taller so it might've amused him a bit when he first learned of his attraction to you. He thinks the height difference between you both is really cute and teases you a bit about it. He does not give a flying fuck that you aren't curvy and WILL call out anyone that has the audacity to give you shit about your body. Some people might give him dirty looks for picking a younger S/O to court instead of a lovely woman within his age range and he simply ignores them unless it somehow escalates into a major scandal. He doesn't realize that being seen younger than you really are affects you immensely, but when he does, he'll get right on reassuring you that there is nothing to worry about. Are you what he expected he would end up with? No, but he loves you more than anyone and anything and he would not have it any other way.