#frodo deserves the world

[that-choir-girl]

I absolutely love your writing❤️ and I would like to know if you could do a imagine of dating Frodo or something along those lines

***I struggled a little bit with this one, but I hope that you like it all the same :)! Lemme know if you want me to change anything! Also, I wasn't sure what gender you wanted me to use, so I chose gender neutral for this one. Lemme know if you want that changed as well!***

You'd always admired Frodo and became quick friends before he randomly disappeared for nearly two years. You never got the opportunity to tell him how much you loved him, and you nearly lost that chance. And now, you were starting to lose hope that he would never return.

You kept Bag End clean while he was away. And every day, you kept looking out the window in hopes that he would return. Just as you were beginning to lose hope, however, a knock sounded at the door, causing you to jump.

Your heart pounded as you slowly made your way to the door, praying and hoping that it wasn't the Sackville-Bagginses. They've been pressuring you quite a bit to sell Bag End, but you bluntly refused, saying, "This is still Frodo's property. No one is having it."

You grasped the handle of the doorknob and carefully turned it. You blinked your eyes multiple times, wondering if what you were seeing was reality or a dream.

There stood your sweet Hobbit that had been gone for a couple of years. He was dressed in luxurious clothing made fit for royalty, and you had to remind yourself that it probably was. The only thing that you noticed that was different, however, was his face.

He no longer looked innocent, jovial, or carefree like he once was. He now looked worn and tired. There was no longer that gleaming light in his eyes that was usually there every time he saw you. Instead, there was a look that troubled him. But his eyes did light up momentarily when you came eye-to-eye with each other, before his expression became weary again.

In an instant, you opened your arms out and he sank into your loving embrace, holding him tightly to you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, causing pleasant shivers to go down your spine. You breathed in his familiar scent.

"Two years, Frodo," you breathed, hugging him tightly. You never wanted to let him go. Not this time. "For two years, you've had me so worried."

"I know," he mumbled tiredly in reply. "I'm so sorry. I would have told you what was going on, if Gandalf hadn't told me that I had to leave so quickly."

"You could have at least left me a note telling you what was going on."

"I didn't want to risk anything, y/n."

You relaxed, knowing that you couldn't stay mad at him forever. You broke the hug and he put his hands on your shoulders, giving you a firm look in the eye.

"How about I make it up for you. We can go on a little date tomorrow morning if you want to. I'll tell you my story."

You rested your forehead gently against his. You could see him closing his eyes at the gentle pressure against his forehead.

"Deal," you whispered in reply.

The next morning, you dressed up in a nice outfit -- one that you wore to Frodo's and Bilbo's birthday party the day before he randomly disappeared without a word. Once Frodo's eyes were on you, his eyes widened, and he blushed brightly in realization.

"Th-That's --" he stuttered as his eyes raked you up and down.

You giggled, smirking at him.

"I know."

The two of you went to a quiet part of the Shire in the woods, before settling yourselves down after spreading the picic blanket on the ground. He told you of his adventures as the two of you feast on your favorite breakfast foods.

Your eyes widened as he told you that he had been stabbed by a deadly blade that could have killed him. How he had offered to take the Ring to Mordor. And how he found the legendary creature, Gollum, who ended up siding with his bad self in the end.

Once his story was over, it was nearly late afternoon, almost time for Afternoon Tea. Your sweet Hobbit seemed relieved to get all the horrors he'd witnessed over the past two years, off his chest. And he now leaned his head on your shoulder in exhaustion. You smiled down at him.

"You have Bilbo's old book, don't you? The one he wrote?"

Frodo looks up at you in surprise, and furrows his eyebrow in confusion.

"Yeah?"

You smirked knowingly at him.

"Why don't you go ahead and write your story?"

***Yikes! Not my best writing ever, but I feel like it's alright. Lemme know if you want me to change anything! And thanks for requestiong :)!***

[frodobaggins-appreciation]

I love my little sad bean!

[v4lta01]

I'm not okay!

[stglennfucker]

Frodo Baggins is so shoujo heroine coded to me and the fact that he gets so much hate irl is so funny because like:

Viewers: ugh I hate Frodo he’s such a bitch to Sam

Almost the entire cast of Lord of the Rings: hello my angel who I would die for and would follow into the fires of Mordor. do u want me to carry you around this damp icky mine? how about up this snowy mountain? active volcano? is this giant cave troll / tentacle monster / evil ring ghost / ancient demon spider bothering u princess? anything I can get you babygirl? you want my sword/bow/ax/bodyguard services? My mansion? armor worth more than the entire village you live in? how about the light of an actual fucking star? Can’t let my kitten go hungry so I brought you a rabbit (the voice in my head told me to stop simping but whatever he’s just jealous) my life is forfeit princess just say the word :) for frodo :)))

[tai-fling]

I used to say with confidence I was always a dog person, but now having a cat for almost 7 years, I walk a fine line of loving the fuck out of both.

[fangirlforeversthings]

Why do the characters who did their whole life nothing else than giving, giving others love, support, appreciation, friendship, etc. only get the worst pain and suffer known to mankind back in return.

IN WHICH WAY IS THIS FAIR??!

EVEN ALLOWED?!?!?!

[spideogbeag]

reading through two towers

I am so close to meeting the meow meow that is Faramir

I am c h a p t e r s away

if I don't get to him by tenish o'clock imma pick the book back up in the morning just to see him istg

[fandomsarefamily1966]

@medievalandfantasymelee

Frodo Baggins + Happiness

requested by my tumblr awards winner @shiremaiden

[hacked-wtsdz]

Every time I read or watch Lord of the Rings I can’t help but think about how Tolkien had survived one of the bloodiest, most cruel, most dirtiest and darkest wars in human history, came back and wrote this:

“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”

And this:

"'I wish it need not have happened in my time,' said Frodo.

'So do I,' said Gandalf, 'and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.'"

And this:

"I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend."

And this:

“Many that live deserve death and some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be so eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the wise cannot see all ends."

And this:

“True courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.”

And clearly they were all written partly because he survived the war, because of what he’d seen and done and learned. But at the same time the unwillingness to lose faith, the courage and strength that this man had to believe in these things after going through hell! It makes the nihilists look so cheap, so uninteresting! People who’ve went through concentration camps and wars believe in humanity anyway, isn’t that proof that hope and love exist? And many, many, many of them did not return or returned broken and cruel and traumatised to the point when no faith in others was possible for them, and nobody can blame them. But there were many who refused to lose faith and hope. They have seen some of the worst that life has to offer and came back believing that we shouldn’t be eager to deal out death in judgement and should love only that which the sword defends.

No matter how many people say that humanity is horrible and undeserving of love, and life is dark and worthless, and love doesn’t exist I remember this and have hope anyway. Because there were people who have actually had all reason to believe in the worst and still believed in the good, so the good must be real. The good is real, even despite the evil, and we must trust in it.

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

SECOND ROUND: 6th Tilt

Frodo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) VS. William Thatcher, A Knight’s Tale (2001)

Propaganda

Frodo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Portrayed by: Elijah Wood Defeated Opponents: - Dong Yilong [Henry Lau], Double World (2020) - Prince Chauncley [Daniel Radcliffe], Miracle Workers: The Dark Ages (2020)

“The bluest of blue eyes, the burden, the sacrifice, the sadness… When I was in middle school and the movies were coming out, you were either an Aragorn girl or a Legolas girl. I was a Frodo girl.”

William Thatcher, A Knight’s Tale (2001) Portrayed by: Heath Ledger Defeated Opponents: - King Arthur [Charlie Hunnam], King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017) - King Vortigern [Jude Law], King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)

“13-year-old me had such a HUGE crush on Will Thatcher / Ulrich von Liechtenstein, and you know what? 13-year-old me was RIGHT (and had much healthier taste in men). He's a dreamer, he's sweet (except maybe when you're dismissive about jousting...), he gives to others despite having little himself, he has the most charming, contagious smile. And to play us out... he's blonde! He's pissed! He'll see you in the lists! Lichtenstein! Lichtenstein!”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Frodo Baggins:

“cracks knuckles Okay, everyone. My time has come. Let me tell you all about the beautiful, wonderful treasure that is Frodo Baggins.

"He's intelligent. He can speak and write in Elvish, and he's mischievous, at least at the start of the story. His best friends are Merry and Pippin, and you can't tell me he didn't get into shenanigans with them once in a while. Whether it's repeatedly stealing Farmer Maggot's mushrooms as a kid in the book, or pushing Sam towards Rosie and cackling like a maniac afterwards in the movie, this makes him more relatable and imperfectly human, for lack of a better term, and you can't help but laugh with him.

"He's brave. Oh, he is so brave. Not in the sense that we would usually think- he's terrified the whole way through, and who wouldn't be in his situation? But he lets himself cry, lament his fate, feel whatever he needs to feel, do whatever he needs to do... and he gets up and keeps going anyway. He keeps going even though he's carrying something that's literally killing him, and rarely complains even though he'd be well within his rights to. This quote says it all, really: 'I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way.'

"But most of all? He is so, so terribly kind. He's kind to everyone he meets, even to those who arguably don't deserve it, such as Gollum and Saruman. He loves the people/world he loves so much that he's willing to sacrifice himself to save them without any hesitation or thanks. And it's his kindness towards Gollum that actually ends up saving the day in the end! How could anyone not love him?”

For William Thatcher:

“HE'S SO CUTE AND BRAVE AND STUPID AND DETERMINED AND FUNNY AND POETIC AND HE HAS BIG BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYES AND FRECKLES AND HE'S BISEXUAL-CODED HE'S MY BOY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH”

“The only man that could have pulled off a David Bowie dance scene within a medieval ballroom.”

[shirefantasies]

LoTR Characters Finding Out You Were in an Abusive Relationship

Sort of requested/mentioned by @autisticgenderworm and desired by yours truly, here is the other version of this reaction. I hope it brings comfort to anyone who needs it.

Warnings: mentions/implications of past abuse, but nothing graphic

Aragorn

Aragorn's pause sparks no concern. He is a pensive man and that is something you always loved about him, let alone any consideration the gravity of what you just shared. "And you gave your heart so freely, I have no doubt." He shakes his head. "That such a truly corrupt mind would try to take you. But that is just it: I see it in your eyes and I feel it in the way I am so lucky in your love. They can try, but they cannot break you. You are stronger than all the hate, all the avarice, in the world. You know this, do you not?" Eyes watering, you peer at him and blink. "Some days I feel so far from that." Aragorn nods. He reaches out and holds your cheek against his calloused palm and somehow it is the softest touch you've ever felt. "Our true strength is that we are never alone. You have so many who will fight for you. I will fight for you. You will be on no lead, your own person simply making our lives all the richer for it."

Legolas

Brows furrowing lightly, he tilts his head, fixing you with a look of deep sorrow. You see his hand raise, lower again hesitantly, so you reach out to take it. "I don't mean to frighten you," you tell him, "I'm sorry." “You have nothing to apologize for, my love. The burden rests solely on the one who took it upon themselves to hurt you. It was nothing you did. And I am not frightened. Rather I would have you feel safe.” “I do,” you tell him, “That is why I hoped you were not afraid. The last thing I would want is for you to see me differently. To be too much for you.” “Too much for me? No such thing,” Legolas teases with a little smile, “But truly I am just grateful you shared. If there is anything I do, anything I say, allow me to apologize now.” “That alone puts me at ease,” you reply, feeling yourself relax and breathe deeply once more as Legolas takes your hand.

Boromir

“Why?” “I- I don’t think there was a ‘why’,” you stuttered, “I could have done things differently, I suppose, but-” “No,” Boromir cuts you off, a hand reaching to gently caress your cheek, “Not you, my dear. Not you. Why would anyone seek to defile beauty? And kindness. Why indeed.” “I don’t know,” you answer helplessly, gaze falling from his, “I should have left sooner. I-I guess I was truly that lonely that I thought it was worth changing. It wasn’t.” A shaky, sardonic laugh escapes your lips. “Nobody should have to choose between lonely and pain,” Boromir laments, hands sliding down to take yours, “But we are here now, and I will give you everything you deserve.”

Gimli

“Where is the bastard? I have a selection of choice words for such a great blight upon this earth.” Gimli’s hands ball into fists at his sides as he speaks, his voice darkening a bit more with each passing word. You cannot help but smile at that even in spite of his tone. “I would be happy to introduce you if I knew,” you replied, “But I know not and care not.” “That’s my fire!” Gimli exclaims, pride coloring his tone and his very gaze upon you. “You don’t need me- my approval or my axe! But of course you have them both with equal enthusiasm. To look upon you is to see a flame most bright and most beautiful that nobody’s rain can extinguish.” It is you who steps forward first, pulling the dwarf into your arms, but it is Gimli who asks if he might kiss your beautiful lips. Just the asking is such a difference; of course you acquiesce.

Frodo

He says nothing at first, expression just softening and crumpling in pain. One fair hand extends and finds purchase upon your shoulder; Frodo’s touch melts you and he feels your relaxation beneath him. “Oh,” he speaks your name so softly, all but reverently, “For so long you have been my strength and yet you carried this.” “I didn’t know how to tell you,” you answer, “Didn’t want you to think badly of me.” “How could I? You asked for none of that. So often do these things happen against our will.” “Sometimes I wish I had never said yes when I did. So I would have never had to say no,” you tell him, crumpling into his arms. Frodo presses a kiss to the crown of your head. I often remember what Gandalf told me: ‘All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us’. They may have chosen to use their time to hurt and to wrestle control, but no longer. Time can only do so much healing, I know, but I will be here for you. Here for it all.”

Sam

"You can't mean... They didn't!" Anger flashes in Sam's typically docile green eyes. "I know," you reply, "I shouldn't have-" "You shouldn't have? The only person who shouldn't have was that monster! Don't you dare apologize for something you didn't do, alright? I don't want that sort of thing running through your head." Sam's last sentence emerged quietly. Trembled with an uncertain sadness. It broke you and made you whole all over again. You gave a small nod. "You're right." Sam looked up and met your eyes once more, returning the gesture with a bit more vigor. "I see that now, and that is all thanks to you. You love me like I deserve. Fight for me in all you do. When I am with you, Sam, I have the love I always thought was just a dream.” Tears rose in his eyes then even as his lips smiled. “And when I met you I thought the same: this has to be a dream.”

Merry

“They didn’t.” “Unfortunately,” you nod, gaze locked upon your feet, “They did. Sometimes I wonder what might have been different if I had-” “Don’t do that to yourself!” Merry cut you off, pausing for a moment as a look of remorseful surprise came over him. “That is to say we can’t change the past. Just like we can’t see the future. I may not have been there for your past, but I do know nothing that happened came of what you did. People like that, they have no shame. You are far too kind for someone like that. They took advantage of you. Made you feel bad and that’s all them. All right?” It was still difficult to believe sometimes, but Merry’s voice was nothing but convicted, and you trusted him. Swallowing, you nodded. “All right.” The hobbit opened his arms. “Come here.” You fell right in.

Pippin

"No." Eyes wide, he shakes his head and reaches for your hands. "No. How could- How could anybody..." "I don't know," you sigh, relaxing slightly as his thumbs ran over the backs of your hands, "Perhaps I should never have-" Pippin cut you off there. "It wasn't your fault. None of it was. There isn't a thing you could do to make any of that alright. And I swear to you that I will never do anything of the like. After all, who could even think of putting a precious gem like yourself down, hm?" At those last words, the soothing touch of his hands, your tearful expression broke into a shaky smile. "What did I do to deserve you?" You asked. "Don't worry," he replied, "I ask myself the same thing every day. I love you, you know. And I want to treat you like it. If I ever don't, please help me." The longer he spoke, his words faded closer and closer to a whisper, those lovely green eyes focused solely, searchingly, upon your gaze. Tears returning alongside your smile, you nodded. "You already do, Pippin. You already do."

Faramir

Brows furrowed, Faramir takes your hands at once, blue eyes gazing deeply into yours. "There are no words to lift the weight of it all. Nothing I can say but that your pain is mine and that I know how difficult it is to speak of such things. Thank you, truly, for sharing this with me. I want to be worthy of this. Of you." Worthy of you? Him? "You are more than worthy, Faramir." "And I wish to continue to live up to that for the sake of your beautiful heart. I wish for you to never feel unworthy again." His voice breaks and your heart does the same, knowing how similar your experiences were- Faramir was made to feel lesser for years. "I want the same for you," you run your hands over his gently with a tentative smile, "And I think deep down I knew you would understand. That no one else would understand like you. We can love each other more every day." "I like the sound of that," Faramir replies, his eyes shining nothing but love into yours.

Eomer

Even as your words fade, you catch the way his hands tighten into fists, tense slightly at the sight. "Coward. That worm had no honor whatsoever. And you...here you stand triumphant." "It does not always feel so," you admit, gaze falling. Eomer places a hand upon your shoulder. "We all have our scars. To escape, to be free... Why, that is the greatest show of strength. Is it not what we all fight for? And fight you did! Believe me when I tell you I am nothing but proud of you." Eomer's normally stoic expression rises into a smile, his hand sliding from your shoulder gently down your arm and finally to grasp your hand and bring it to his lips. "Nobody has the right to treat you like property. They should feel ashamed trying to tame a heart like yours. I would have it tempered. Let me act as your bellows, then, to stoke your fire of resiliency." His words do indeed fuel the embers in your heart, coax fire to them as they bring a small smile to your lips. "I would like that." "And let that scoundrel hope to never come within a league of this place while I draw breath."

Eowyn

“So cruel this world can be!” Eowyn cries out. “How can they not see all you have to offer? This will hardly erase the hurt, but I will say this: the loss is theirs.” Leaning in, her voice lowers to a conspiratorial whisper at that last phrase, her lips raising in a tentative smile. “For your heart is strong and steadfast and your laugh is music to me. To have you by my side is naught but joy. So help me, I will never treat you as a belonging, put you in a cage. And if that is how you feel I would have you tell me." "Never," you answer her, "Nor would I do the same to you. I told you because I trust you to understand. Because I love you." She leans forward at this, connecting your foreheads; golden strands of hair tickle your cheek, but you mind not. "And I you," Eowyn breathes.

Haldir

Never have you seen Haldir's eyes darken such as they are now. A part of you wants to back away, but you know that his ire is not for you. Not when he shakes his head, looking at you with...not quite pity. Rather all that swims in his eyes as he turns back to you is a new understanding, something deep in the blue. His hands hover over you as if you are spun-glass, and with your eyelids fluttering shut you take them and rest them upon your hips. "I do not mean to trouble you with this news, I just..." "Trouble me? The only trouble I have is how badly I wish to punish anybody who hurts you." At that, he smirks a bit and you feel his hands grip you a bit tighter. A shiver runs down your spine at his words. "You know, I would hardly mind that at this point. Not exactly unearned. So this is no change to you?" "Only any changes you want me to make," Haldir answers.

Galadriel

Her face falls, but something in its look leads you to suspect she knew already. Galadriel's gifts lie far beyond your understanding. "Do not discount the light you bring to this world," her voice cuts through your thoughts, "For you remind me of its joys every day. There will always be those who seek to rob us of our light, but that is only to fill the darkness that is in their hearts. You are more than enough despite what they say. You need not trouble yourself with the words of lesser folk." Tears flood your eyes at her words and all you can do is nod, shakily smiling. You feel Galadriel's lips against one cheek, then the other, then upon the top of your head, and finally warmly and softly upon your lips. "I'm so lucky to have you," you tell her, and at that she shakes her head. "It is I who is the lucky one," she refutes with a mischievous but loving smile.

Elrond

For just a moment, his expression steels and you flinch back, but only for a moment before it’s softened like never before and falling. Pain. That is the only word to describe what crosses Elrond’s face. He feels your pain. Stepping closer, the Lord of Rivendell opens his arms, and with a tearful smile you fall into them, into the silken softness of his robe and the gentle warmth of his hold. “Healing takes time. I have time. And here I shall be to grant you peace as best I can. Please do not hesitate to ask it of me. If you ask it and it is within my power, I shall grant it.” “I’d like to stay like this,” you reply, words muffled by the cushion of your cheek to his chest, the sound of Elrond’s soothing heartbeat in your ear. “As would I,” he agrees softly.

Arwen

“Meleth nîn,” she addresses you softly, brows furrowed in concern, “You endured all that?” At her words, you just nod, gripping her hands a bit tighter. She gives yours a gentle squeeze in response. “Your strength knows no bounds. Fear not, for by my side you can take all the time you need. I can wait, you know.” At that, she giggles and you smile. You are, after all, in love with not only the fairest of beings but one immortal by nearly all accounts. Her smile alone brings you so much comfort. “You are the one I have chosen and I will not take that for granted. You are a gift and that anyone would cast that aside is folly.”

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[frodobaggins-appreciation]

I love their relationship!

[artist-issues]

Hello, yes, it’s Halloween Week and I’d like to say one more time, here, because nobody wants to hear it elsewhere:

The death and darkness is part of the Story the Year Tells, and ignoring it is bad, but so is treating it like a good thing.

The only thing good about monsters, evil, death, and darkness, is that it all ends. But if we skip to “it’s gone,” then we miss the use we have in remembering it.

If you take the shark out of Jaws there’s no emotional climax when the main character says “I used to be afraid of the water.” If Scar doesn’t rule the Pridelands for a while, nobody cares that Simba’s coming back. If Sauron’s blanket of darkness hadn’t spread so far over Middle-Earth— if Gollum as a nasty grotesque character hadn’t existed because he’s “too scary” and “too dark”—or even if we’d seen less of him—then it wouldn’t mean as much when the good guys win. You wouldn’t care as much when Frodo is tempted by the Ring, because you’ve never seen how bad that can get, because you never got to see and dwell on Gollum, for a minute.

Halloween is the Gollum of The Story the Year Tells.

The spirit of it, the part where we remind ourselves darkness and monsters exist, but we don’t live in an UNHEALTHY obsession with them, has always been that.

The World goes “let’s make evil and monsters celebratory and awesome.” If the church goes “no we shouldn’t celebrate evil and monsters, we should totally ignore them instead!” then who is putting monsters and evil in their proper place?

Who is saying, “evil exists, monsters are real, we were once dead, we were once walking in darkness, we were once monsters, that’s why it’s SO AWESOME that we’re a new creation in Christ?”

Nobody. The world gets to go “there’s no such thing as evil, evil is actually a cooler version of good! Witches are neat, werewolves are awesome, and vampires are sexy!” And Christians get to go, “no there’s no such thing as evil, Christians don’t think about evil, the just think about pumpkins and hay bales.” But actually all you’re united in is ignoring evil.

God uses death as His do-boy. He uses dead imagery to describe parts of the salvation story. He allows decay and rot and skeletons and warping to happen, on some level, because He fixes it. And in the fixing, it shows off His character. If you pretend the darkness isn’t real or isn’t relevant, then the darkness doesn’t go away. It just gets to decide how it’s perceived. If there’s a werewolf in the room with you and you go, “I don’t do werewolves,” and turn your back guess what, it’s just going to eat you from behind.

Do what the ancient people did. Tell stories about the monsters as a cautionary tale, and describe how to get rid of them, because as dangerous as they are, ha ha, they don’t get to win.

We’re supposed to take the way the world has warped good instincts and un-warp them, not pretend they don’t exist.

So what I’m saying is, carve jack-o-lantern faces with your kids and talk about how the light shines through the dead thing. Dress them up as goblins and werewolves and then don’t let them have any candy until after they’ve taken the costumes off, and go, “see, you were once dead in your trespasses and sins, but now, in Christ, you are a new creation!” And then give em the candy. Write stories about monsters that get cured when they don’t deserve it, or monsters that are unstoppable by anything except pure sacrifice.

But don’t write out the monsters, that’s not your job.

Happy Halloween.

[wildsunscorpion]

you know what. if Gandalf had emphasized how powerful the ring is instead of just saying "magic rings shouldn't be used lightly" and didn't hurt Bilbo's pride by telling him "you're just a little fellow in this big wide world after all" (which is total jerk shit Gandalf really you're so fucking smart are you Bilbo didn't deserve those words), maybe Bilbo could have actually given him the ring and avoided the whole Frodo going to Mordor thing and the whole lord of the rings franchise.

[trahald-the-burrower]

Forbidden Pool thoughts (Jacksons films)

I find it interesting that Frodo chose to save Sméagol rather than have him killed, despite what not having him killed would do to his quest.

If Frodo let Faramir's men kill Sméagol, he wouldn't have to worry about Sméagol being questioned. which Frodo knows would happen, and is something he's fearful of. its part of why he told Faramir "there was no other". he doesn't want Sméagol to be caught and questioned, doesn't want Faramir to find out about the Ring. because he knows that would mostly likely result in Faramir taking it.

still Frodo decides to save Sméagol rather than have him killed. he risks his quest to save Sméagol, he risks losing the ring to Faramir to save Sméagol.

thinking even further into it-- if he let Faramir kill Sméagol, Frodo would be without a guide. but I think not having Sméagol as a guide would be better than losing the ring to Faramir. there's still a chance, at least, if he has the Ring -- with or without a guide. if Faramir takes it, all hope is lost.

but Frodo still chose to save Sméagol.

side note, but I love how when Frodo decides to confess that he knows Sméagol and doesn't want Faramir to kill him, he starts off with...

"this creature is bound to me... and I to him".

camera zooms up on his face, he speaks quietly, as if this truth is a deep confession, holds a deeper meaning. as if he is admitting not only to Faramir but to himself.

the camera then zooms out when he says "he is our guide." because that's not deep, that's not intimate. that's the excuse Frodo falls back on when he's questioned about why he wants to keep Sméagol around.

but he makes it clear more than once that it's more about their connection and his need to see that Sméagol can be saved. "I have to believe he can come back."

I want to loop back a bit. I know destroying the Ring gives more of a chance for Frodo and Sméagol to come back to themselves. but Frodo risks his quest to save Sméagol. meaning he is relying on more than the destruction of the Ring to save Sméagol and himself. he thinks it can be done prior to its destruction. he wants to see it can be RESISTED, not just destroyed. he wants to see that they can be normal even if the Ring exists. which makes sense, it's why he helps Sméagol right off the bat rather than waits until the ring is destroyed to help.

but going back to the quest, which is the Rings destruction -- i think after a point, Frodo's quest has more to do with getting rid of the Ring so he can return to himself, save himself and save Sméagol, and less about saving the world. "I have to destroy it Sméagol. I have to destroy it for both our sakes." He doesn't say "I have to destroy it for the sake of the world" he says he has to destroy it to save THEM.

saving Sméagol is a huge motivation for Frodo, and I think that's why in the end, once they made it to Mordor and Frodo realized "Sméagol lied", he lost faith in himself and his ability to complete the quest. his hope in himself was stored in Sméagol. he couldn't save him, so he couldn't save himself.

I think when Sméagol fell, Frodo felt he deserved to fall too, that they deserved the same fate. I think when he returns to the Shire some of his depression stems from survivor's guilt. guilt that he lived and Sméagol died when they were the same, and also guilt over not being able to save Sméagol. I think his hope in general left with Sméagol

I feel like Frodo would have lived much happier if he'd been able to save Sméagol and they both made it out alive. Sméagol would have been a companion back in the Shire, someone who truly understood, in ways Sam couldn't. they could have healed together and rebuilt together and had that level of deep understanding that neither of them could find in anyone else

good for you if you managed to follow this, I have 87 trains of thought at once going and I can hardly keep up

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 30 - "What have I done?"

Platonic Boromir x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Boromir suffers the weight of his regrets.

Warnings/Notes: Also for the prompt: Recovery. These prompts are actually made for him. He deserves a hug

Word Count: 1466

  As Boromir’s vision began to fade, he could feel the small body of the Hobbit beneath his hands once more. The halfling wriggled in his grip, flailing and kicking in an attempt to lodge himself free, but Boromir wouldn’t give.

  “Give it to me!” He snarled, reaching a hand for the Hobbit’s neck, fingers desperately reaching for the ring. He wanted it. He needed it. Gondor needed it. With the ring, his people would be saved, and so would all of Middle Earth. But this foolish halfling was determined to stop him. The world would end and it would be his fault. His. “This will be the death of us all! Give me the ring!”

  Frodo cried out in pain as Boromir’s fingers clenched around his throat tightly. The two of them wrestled on the leaf covered floor for a long time, rolling through the dirt and brush.

  Finally, Boromir sat up, victorious. He held the ring to the sky as if expecting the approval of the stars. The Hobbit sat silently beneath him, unmoving.

  “You will see.” Boromir ran his finger over the golden jewelry, a proud smirk on his face. “You will see, Frodo. You are wrong. I will save Middle Earth, and then I will heal it.” He waited for a response from the halfling, but it never came. Reluctantly, Boromir tore his eyes from the ring and they fell upon the blue-skinned Hobbit. “Frodo…?”

  Realization settled in his chest. Boromir stared at the ring in horror, then shoved it into his pocket and began to shake the halfling. “Frodo! I’m sorry! Frodo–!”

  With a start, Boromir woke. His body was soaked in a cold sweat, hair tousled and heart racing. His clothes were different… Actually, everything was different. This was not the forest… he was inside, on a bed. 

  “Try not to move.” You spoke, pressing a hand to his chest and forcing him to lay down. “Your stitches are still tender, I do not want them breaking.”

  You… Boromir looked at you through cloudy eyes. As far as he knew, you and Aragorn had held him in the woods as he took his last, dying breaths. The arrows had pierced him–the arrows… where had they gone?

  You noticed the frantic look upon Boromir’s face as he felt up and down his torso, utter confusion in his eyes. Then you smiled softly. “You didn’t think we’d let you off the hook so easily, did you? I would have expected you to be smarter than that.”

  Boromir, baffled, stared at you. “How…?”

  “It turns out Legolas does know some elvish medicine after all.” You took a seat on the bed beside him, careful to lower yourself slow enough as to not jostle him. “Combine that with Aragorn’s healing… we managed to get you to Rohan before you really died. You’ve been asleep for many days.”

  His brows softened a little, the disbelief slowly fading. Then Boromir was brought back to his dream, the dream that felt so real… He could still feel Frodo beneath his fingers, hear the breath he let out when his neck…

  “The halflings…” Boromir breathed suddenly. “What… What have I done?” He tried to sit up once more but the wounds on his body pulled and he let out a groan of pain. That didn’t stop him though. Only your hand did, gently easing him back down once more.

  “You’ve done nothing.” You murmured.”

  “Frodo…”

  “Frodo and Sam have gone to Mordor, alone.” You whispered, shaking your head. You watched as the fear slowly faded from his eyes, but then was replaced with shock.

  “Alone?”

  “There comes a time when all paths must split, Boromir.” You had to calm him down before he got too upset and hurt himself again. You set your hand on his arm. “They will make it, I know it in my heart.”

  He didn’t want to believe you, wanted to protest how foolish this idea was, claim that one of you should’ve gone with them, cry that it should’ve been him…

  The only thing that snapped him out of his racing mind was the sudden tear that fell down his cheek. Boromir shook his head, startled. He glanced upwards to make sure it was not a leak from the roof and then wiped the tear from his face. Another one fell.

  He knew you were right, as hard as it was to believe. He could not protect the Hobbits forever. He had failed Frodo and nearly doomed the Fellowship… who was he to make decisions?

  “You need not weep.” You squeezed his arm.

  “I would have killed him.”

  “No, you wouldn’t–”

  “I would have.” Boromir insisted with such ferocity that you closed your mouth. He sniffled, no longer hiding the tears in his eyes or the ones slowly falling down his face. “I would have taken the halfling into my hands and with them… I would have choked him until his neck snapped. Then… then I would have taken the ring.”

  You fell silent, unsure what to say. You didn’t believe Boromir to be capable of such violence but you knew deep down that the ring could turn even the kindest being into a monster. You’d seen it on display even when he was just against destroying the ring. But you couldn’t just say that.

  Boromir took your silence as an agreement. He let out a soft sound and wiped his face. Then he hung his head and stared at his lap. “Do you think I am a monster?”

  “I do not.”

  “Then you are wrong.” He chuckled weakly. “Middle Earth would have fallen because of me… you should… you should have let me fall to the arrows. I am a danger.”

  “Stop that.” You slapped his chest gently, then winced in surprise as he gasped, your fingers having brushed the tender area. You gave him a sympathetic look and then set your hand on his head. “You only wanted the ring to save your people. It is not your fault, Boromir. The ring corrupts everything and anything.”

  “I should be strong enough to resist.”

  “It is the love for your country that weakened your morals… and if there would be anything worth weakening over, it would be that.” You scolded him gently. “You do not deserve death. Not yet. You fought for Merry and Pippin.”

  At the mention of the other Hobbits, Boromir’s eyes softened. He was crying now, though desperately trying to hold back.

  “What… What happened to them?” Boromir asked weakly, fearing the worst. He’d fallen whilst fighting to save the Hobbits… had they fallen as well? Had the orcs tortured their small bodies until they were broken and limp? Or had they gone for their minds?

  “They are safe in Fangorn forest.” You murmured. The mention of the enchanted forest did nothing to ease Boromir’s worries so you squeezed his arm once more. “They are safe, Gandalf promised us that. Though I believe the others are fetching them right now.”

  Boromir hesitated. He tried again to sit up and you couldn’t help but give in, slipping a hand beneath his back and slowly lifting his torso. His wounds ached but he managed to do it without too hard of a struggle.

  Then he began to weep. He wept for both guilt and relief. It was only a dream, yet he could still feel Frodo beneath him… but he tried to look past it, to look for the reality. The Hobbits, all four, were alive, and the ring was in good hands. Middle Earth had not been as doomed as he believed.

  You held him gently, letting him cry and comforting him through it. When his tears finally stilled you cleaned his face and squeezed him tight.

  “What happens to us now?” Boromir asked softly, leaning his head against your shoulder.

  You chuckled softly. “We aid Rohan. Our work does not stop with the parting of the ring.”

  “Rohan…” He’d never been before, but always dreamt of it. The country was… well, he could claim it to be lesser than Gondor, but it was still a journey and land he yearned to explore. “Is it true there are more horses than men?”

  “I am unsure.” You laughed. “But perhaps once you are on your feet again we can go count.”

  Boromir nodded in agreement. Then he heard something. The sound of ringing bells from the gate. He looked to you in confusion.

  You grinned. “It looks like the Hobbits have returned.”

  His eyes lit up, the last remnants of the tears fading. When you smiled as though confirming his thoughts, he slowly smiled too. Then whipped his head in the direction of running from down the hallway, a tell tale sign of stampeding halflings, a real, relieved smile on his face.