#clumsycopy

[ruiniel]

A @tolkienrsb​ fic by @ruiniel / Ruiniel on AO3, with art by @clumsycopy

Artwork Rating: G | Fic rating: M | Tags & Warnings: Past Relationship, Flashbacks, Emotional, Crossover, Angst, Imprisonment, Sexual Content | Relationship: Galadriel/Adar | Characters: Galadriel, Adar, Original Orc Characters | Word count: 5k

SUMMARY:

The world is on the precipice of another change, shaken to its foundations. In the immediate aftermath of the creation of Mordor, a weakened Galadriel seeks her companions and is captured by the enemy. What happens when the past and present converge as one? A character-driven story about choices.

READ ON AO3: A name, a heart

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[fukutomichi]

13 for the RoP ask game!

13. There is a lot of music in Tolkien. What character would you wish to sing in RoP? What would they sing about? To whom?

AAAH!! We were kinda robbed not hearing some Adar singing, a counterpart of Gil-galad's song, now knowing that Sam Hazeldine was in a band lol. But there are lots of characters that I would wish to hear sing!! It ain't Tolkien enough if someone doesn't whip out a sad song in a scene! But, my pick would be Elendil. I mean, it's in the bloodline, horsegirl and sad singing have to come in a combo. And OF COURSE he's gonna sing some sad elvish song about unrequited love to Miriel. 🫠

[brynnmclean]

28 and 29 for the writer asks?

Hey! Thanks for asking these!

28. your least favorite part of the writing process

Currently??? The fact that the Hellblade fic I'm writing keeps growing in chapter amount. Part of the reason I'm not posting it as I write is because I'm afraid of losing momentum or inspiration and abandoning it. The fact that I'm experiencing scope creep is both very funny and very annoying. I'm determined to keep going and to finish it (goal is for the rough draft to be done by January at this point and then to get it to at least one beta reader), but man, it's hard to be patient with myself at times. Having friends that are reading parts of it and are cheerleading as I go is VERY helpful, even when the majority of them haven't played the games and don't have fandom context. Seriously, never underestimate the power of writing cheerleaders and fandom friends-- also letting writers know that you're excited about what they're working on or what they've already written. It's the only way I'm sticking with this one through the bad days.

29. how easy is it for you to come up with titles?

Ha!!! I do what most fic writers do and use song lyrics for titles, usually a song that has been stuck in my head and/or has some kind of vibe to it that I think is appropriate to the fic. So I feel like that's not only a standard tactic, but actually fairly easy, if I've been marinating on a fic for awhile.

My tag for the Hellblade fic is "hertan writing tag" because the title is going to be an English translation lyric from Wardruna's song "Hertan": "In the core of everything / Drums a beat"

[fic writer questions!]

[catz4ever]

And the dad/Adar jokes have returned! 🤣🥲

I cannot tell you how much I love this man and how seriously he takes his role as father of the uruk. 🤣

@baddybaddyadardaddy @eowyn7023 @theamethystvampiress @orehuna @bigblissandlove1 @clumsycopy @toddthekiwibird

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

ROLL CALL: CHILDREN OF ADAR!

Baddydaddy Brigaders, Adarlings, Ficwriters of the TROP Universe!!

For posterity, and in memoriam to our dearly departed Lord-Father, I want to create a record of all Adar's children!!

So let's start a little roll call of all the Uruk characters we've created, because they have names and hearts and we should share them with the world!!

So reblog and share your own Uruk OCs' names, share your fic links, and hey, if you're open to other authors cameo-ing your uruks in their own works (with full credit given to their original creators), let us know!

Let's create our own little canon universe of orcses!

Show creations:

Glûg | Lurka | Vrath | Bazur | Magrot | Grugzûk | Fabio

OC Uruks: Awake, Arise or Be For Ever Fall'n Please feel free to use (with credit) any of these OCs in your own works!

Main Characters: Mazul (firstborn son of Adar) | Vrak (father of Vrath) | Mishka (Vrak's wife)

Minor Uruk Characters: Vuk | Bakar | Nimbuk | Rhakazg | Thraga | Nurza | Kragaszh | Garakh | Bregga | Gydiz | Ukrum | Murglek | Fregga | Irkû | Narun | Grasz | Mogwar | Mogiz | Shalla | Nizrak | Ozog | Utrek | Gredig | Gorm | Negûz | Rak | Imik |Urqûl | Gorka | Mragat | Thragak | Ishfig | Urvun | Huzûd | Agar | Gorg | Nurthag | Rhakna | Rothak | Megra | Mag | Hagga | Ulak | Og

@niennawept @hellofeanor @clumsycopy @mylovelylittleobsessions @eowyn7023 @spiritofwhitefire @plotdesigner+ anyone else out there writing Adar/Uruk fic!

[kiatheinsomniac]

good morning! I wanted to request a romantic oneshot with thranduil and a f!reader that is legolas highschool teacher? Maybe they met at an parents-evening and he wanted to get to know her a bit more :)

──── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓-𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ˊˎ - ☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I sort of made it a mixed headcanons and oneshot thingy 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Thranduil x teacher! Reader 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: modern au

♡ When he sat down at the table, you couldn’t help but gawk for a moment at how gorgeous this man was, barely noticing your student beside him that you were supposed to be giving your assessment of. 

♡ Ultimately, of course, it was Legolas who broke you out of your daze by greeting you with your name, prompting you to smile at the father and son in greeting as you began searching through your papers for Legolas' grade report.

♡ Thranduil was a beautiful man, his hair long and so well-maintained, falling perfectly, his suit immaculately tailored and stylish as though he'd just walked right out the pages of a men's fashion magazine. You couldn't keep your eyes off him as you explained that Legolas was an exemplary student and popular amongst his peers.

♡ All of which made him look like a very proud father and you could only continue to praise Legolas, not wanting this stunning man in front of you to get up and leave, never again to be seen until the next parent-teacher conference as Legolas was not the sort to get into the type of trouble where parents would be called into the school.

And so, you find yourself over at the coffee and snacks station at the end of the evening, sipping bad coffee from a paper cup to get you through the drive home. You open a packaged cinnamon bun to try and wash away the flavour of the overly bitter and yet weak coffee with the sweetness of the pastry and its sticky icing.

"I'd recommend the tea instead." A familiar, deep timbre speaks from just behind you. You turn around and are met with the lapels of a jacket and a tie over a broad chest, your head tilting up to meet the pale blue eyes of Legolas' father Thranduil. You feel your cheeks warm slightly at the way he's smiling down at you in a suave manner.

"Mh, you're probably right, this tastes awful." You sigh, indulging in his small talk and praying it'll go somewhere.

"Then perhaps I'll have to take you somewhere with better quality coffee?" He suggests and his eyes narrow a little as a ghost of a sly smirk teases at his lips that just look so, so kissable to your flustered mind. What's got into you?

You open your mouth to speak but are so at a loss for words; nothing comes out. He takes out a business card and hands it to you. You look down at it and find his business number and email but, more noticeably, is a personal phone number written across it in pen.

"I trust this won't be my last time seeing you, l/n." He has a smile on his lips and a teasing spark in his eyes that tells you he's all too aware that he's an irresistible specimen.

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[heilith]

Sage Blossoms

Another something for Scribbles and Drabbles 2023, for this stunning piece of art (clicky) by @clumsycopy. This one suddenly grew into a longfic, so yeah...it's just the beginning. Buckle up, have a pleasant ride.

@fall-for-tolkien

Sage Blossoms, Part 1

Miserable and soaking wet.

Half-dressed. And sorely regretful no one was there to hear the cheerful rhythm your teeth were making in vain attempts to meet.

You could do with a laugh.

Or with an embrace.  

The drawbar had always been too heavy for you. You’d never been able to budge it on your own, not with your ludicrous bony hands.

The horses behind the thick oaken door were still raging. You prayed it was not a rat this time. That last incident with a parton’s horse cost the inn twice your yearly wage. You hadn’t had a new piece of cloth on you since.  

The rainwater was meandering down your face, sprouting new and new rivulets. The skin it touched was quickly turning numb.

The smell came first… A strange blend of dead embers and no longer living flesh. For an instant it seemed to you it was oozing from between the doors to the stables.

The thought of fire was far scarier than the thought of rats.

A horse inside let out a high-pitched shriek, making your hair stand on end.

You shrank back and choked on a short outcry at finding yourself locked between a pair of arms, reaching for the drawbar.  

The presence you’d collided with let out a sound, too, a something you could hear coming out of a mouth curled up in self-ridicule.

Strange as it was, it calmed you down.

A dozen years of serving lord and vagabonds had taught you to know a danger at the first syllable it sent in your direction.

The look you ventured at the man did nothing but add to your surmise. If anything, it was his slouching countenance that reassured you completely. That, and his eyes, the best feature on an otherwise unhandsome face.

He was holding your gaze silently, perhaps, waiting for you to be the first to say something.

It was hard to look away, no matter how troublesome a feeling the expression in his eyes was giving you. He knew exactly how much he had scared you, and what measure you had measured him with, and how by now you had no doubts that unsettling smell was coming off him, after all. And he was jeering at you, you could tell it for sure, in a way a wiseman could jeer at a baby trying to read its first word.

“Why you?” said he at last.

His voice had the same ashy quality to it as his whole self, as if his throat was burnt.  

“The grooms won’t return till the morning.”

The question brought you to the reality where your nightgown and the poor excuse of a shawl were still dripping with cold water and the horses were still going insane, shut in four walls with something that had scared them to death.

“I’m sorry, I have to…”

He didn’t let you finish.

The drawbar came out of the slots without a spare hitch. You couldn’t expect him to dispose of it with enough care, but he did, leaning the thing against the jamb in a weirdly habitual manner.

The dark mouth of the doorframe had swallowed him before you could utter a word of protest.

The beasts screamed so loud you jumped back faintheartedly, giving up the intention of following him.  

A century had passed in feverish struggle with yourself. You had to be there, and you had no courage to step over the threshold.

Your senses were strained to the limit that didn’t seem possible.

To your relief, little by little the clamour started dying down. The horses were falling silent one after another. First there were four of them, then two, then the last one sobbed quietly and all you could hear was a monotonous raspy whisper. Eventually it trailed off, too, leaving the rain the only thing to beget any sound at all.

There was a fresh cut on his cheek, when he stepped out into the yard again. In the scant moonlight the streaks of blood looked almost black to you.   

“Go back to bed, child,” dropped he without any feeling, “You do not wish to die in sickness.”

His breath was coming out weary, too weary for you not to put down your guard once more. With the sense you could find no name for you felt that whatever he had done had cost him more than it was worth.  And you deemed yourself guilty for that.

It was a silly move.

An obvious mistake.

The way his whole body convulsed at the touch of your shawl against his cheek made that clearer than daylight. In that brief moment your eyes met his again, there was such fury in them it made you nauseous.  

But you went on with it till you wiped away all the traces of blood and dirt and could be sure the wound was clean at least by the look.   

“Take care of it, please,” you said firmly.

The stables remained unlocked.

But you didn’t even think of it, as you turned away to leave.

[jodeeeart]

CC @clumsycopy

warm up study.

[niennawept]

First Line Tag Game

Tagged by @loopyloo2610! Thank you, my friend! As I wade back into the fandom after being largely away - this was a gentle tug that helped <3

This is the first line of one of my TRSB fics, but I shall not tell you which!

In Tirion, they say that the end and the beginning are cut from the same cloth.

No pressure tags for @clumsycopy, @melestasflight, @lordgrimwing

[caitliwinks]

Can't believe this show got me back into reading fanfiction. Thanks @clumsycopy for the inspiration

[ruiniel]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Hii! Thank you and also @cilil for the chance to self-promote... I remember feeling possessed when writing each of these so here's 5 (neither are of the more interacted-with I've ever written either)

This storm (Jujutsu Kaisen, Getō Suguru x f!reader, 🔞, AO3)

Remember (Demon Slayer, Kokushibō x f!reader 🔞, ongoing, AO3)

A covering of treasons (The Silmarillion, Sauron x Celebrimbor, 🔞, AO3)

Brittle and brief (The Silmarillion, Andreth x Aegnor, T, AO3)

Ára (The Silmarillion, Sauron x Eönwë, T, AO3)

0 pressure tag to create a post with 5 favorite fics you've written (and tag or send the ask to at least 5 other writers): @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @ifishouldvanish @polutrope @welcomingdisaster @demigoddessqueens @elentarial @fishing4stars @mirkwood-hr-department @batsyforyou @melestasflight @cuarthol @chrissystriped @aprilertuileviresse @kkeidawrites @effervescentdragon @asianbutnotjapanese @clumsycopy

[catz4ever]

Sam pulling out the Dad jokes again 🥲 I needed that 😭

@baddybaddyadardaddy @bigblissandlove1 @eowyn7023 @theamethystvampiress @orehuna @toddthekiwibird @clumsycopy

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

Just to say, I have received several RUDE AS HELL emotionally devastating fic requests to the inbox so BRACE YOURSELVES, THE PAIN TRAIN IS ONCE AGAIN LEAVING THE STATION.

@plotdesigner @clumsycopy @niennawept YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID. 🤣🤣🤣

[kiatheinsomniac]

.・✫・゜・。. ｡⋆ʚ[ 𝐊𝐎-𝐅𝐈 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐏! ]♡⃛ɞ ──── 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋'𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 ˊˎ - ☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: nov. 2023 third supporter: @havatnah 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Aragorn x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.5k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

“This one might be more useful to you.” A book enters your line of sight as you return the book in your hand to its rightful place on the shelf. It’s written in Sindarin anyway and therefore of little use to you. The one now being offered to you though is printed in the common tongue. 

The hand holding it looks worn with work and exploration, adorned by fingerless gloves and a ring with green gems. You follow the arm up until you meet kind blue eyes. They belong to Estel, Lord Elrond’s ward. You blink in surprise as you gently take it from him.

“Thank you…” You haven’t been a guest in Rivendell for a significantly long time but you have been here long enough to know that he is a ranger and, when in Rivendell, can often be seen amongst Elrond and his children. He’s kind-eyed and soft-spoken and (you’re now beginning to also see) very charming too. 

“Come, I think this section will be to your liking.” He offers with a polite dip of his head as he begins leading you away to another section of the library. You notice his hair as you follow him through the aisles of shelves. His hair is long but not as long as the elves’. He appears human but there’s something about his mannerisms that make you doubt he’s wholly human too. He leads you to a section on nature. “I really love the wildflower illustrations in these ones-” his worn fingers run along the embossed spines before doing the same to a few books two shelves up, “-and these are on Fangorn forest…” 

“Have you ever been?” You ask, made curious by the fond smile on his lips.

“I haven’t, no, but the eldar speak very highly of the old trees there. They’re awake, you know? Aware, moving, speaking…”

“I would like to see it for myself…” You say softly as you ponder what it might be like to talk with a tree. Aragorn smiles softly at your words. You clearly have a deep curiosity and respect for nature and something about who you are is intuitively pulling him towards you. He lets the silence hang between the two of you for a while before he speaks once again:

“Are you free the day after tomorrow?” He asks and you take a moment to recall your schedule. 

“Yes…?” You reply, unsure as to why he’s asking. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Estel… it’s incredible…” You breathe out as you look over the valley that Rivendell resides in, the waterfalls and rivers and the beautiful architecture, the steep rising hills of the valley and the blanket of tree canopy all around. He’s taken you on a ride up to the top of one of said hills, the horses grazing nearby as you stand near the ledge, the wind and distant rush of water joining the melodies of birds around you.

He joins you in admiring the view – one of his favourite spots he found when he first began his training as a ranger. But his eyes aren’t on the valley of Rivendell like yours are. They’re on you.

“Indeed it is…” 

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[hellofeanor]

7 Sentence Friday

Tagged by @lordgrimwing, and holy shit I actually have seven sentences to share today? Amazing. (I have actually been very good about writing every day in November so far. Not 50,000 words worth of good, but trying to aim for over 400 per day.)

He has no reason to avoid her.  Does he?  Every bit of logic and sense she possesses says no, but the hard lump solidifying in her throat and the hot sting of tears gathering in the corners of her eyes seem to be convinced otherwise.  And she knows it is ridiculous, and irrational, but at least she is back at her door.  If her treacherous emotions are going to get the better of her, at least they can do it somewhere she is able to hide her face in a pillow and not be seen.  She can let herself have a good cry over what is probably nothing tonight, and sleep it off, and then in the morning wake up with a more level head and go back to the forge and find some excuse to speak with Annatar about alloys or gems or hammers or... anything.

If only the part about crying over everything first did not feel so awful and hollow. 

Tagging @niennawept, @plotdesigner, @clumsycopy, @elrohare, and anyone else who wants to share.

[cas-backwards-tie]

10 Comfort Movies 🍿 🎥

Rules: List your top ten favorite comfort movies and then tag ten people to see theirs!

Thanks @safarigirlsp ! I hope you’re doing well, I know I’ve been tagged in a lot of your stuff recently and am so excited to catch up and read it! You know I love movies, so this was super awesome to do!

It’s funny because, firstly these aren’t in order, but secondly I had to contemplate many different ones because I do have some favorites that aren’t necessarily comfort movies though. But these are for cinematography, story, or maybe even the music! All depends on the film 🥰 Funny though that a lot of them are animated.

1. Coco ; “Never forget how much your family loves you.” ❤️

2. Luca ; “You and Me? We can do anything!” 😄

3. Wreck It Ralph ; “There’s no one I’d rather be than me.” 🫂

4. Jurassic Park ; “Life finds a way.” 🦖

5. The Maze Runner ; “At least out there we have a choice.” 🏃

6. Interstellar ; “ Love is the one thing that transcends time and space.” 🪐

7. Spiderman: Homecoming ; “I’ve just got to do this on my own.” 💪🏻

8. The Iron Giant ; “You are who and what you choose to be.” 🤖

9. Big Hero 6 ; “I will always be with you.” 💞

10. Nightmare Before Christmas ; “Just because I cannot see it, doesn’t mean I can’t believe it!” 🎁

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