#i'm sure it's been captured to mordor and back

[celebrimborium]

[maul-of-shame]

Elrondriel/Galrond Theory time Again:

Okay hear me out-

*Puts on Clown wig and makeup*

I'm kinda sure they won't bring back Celeborn and Celebrian. Sure this pseud meta may be far-fetched, like Mordor level of far-fetched but hey-

Nothing in LOTR is accidental.

You don't have to read my post to see that some baby steps (and giant ones) towards the Elrond/Galadriel storyline/ship (proposal shots, the white dress, the kiss, everything) have been made but I found something interesting.

Elrond gets his scar following a fight, because of who, generally speaking? Sauron's mess.

I give you the dad:

Gal gets her scar following what? Fight with Sauron again. I give you the mom:

Arwen gets her scars how? Bringing Frodo to her dad and escaping Nazgûls aka Sauron's forces. And I give you the daughter:

I have this theory about Rings of Power and the absence of Celeborn and Celebrian that’s been brewing in my head for a while, and it’s not something I think is a random choice.

In fact, I think it’s a deliberate creative decision by the showrunners that legit shows the direction they’re taking with the series.

I mean come on, have you watched the series????

And those are just a FRACTION of what happens in the series.

For one, the timeline has been so heavily built on in the show that it would be a huge stretch to change or introduce Celeborn and Celebrian in a way that would feel natural. TROP showrunners could’ve easily included these characters, but instead, they chose to introduce original characters in place of them.

And honestly, that says everything to me.

They could have stayed strictly faithful to the established timeline, but instead, they’ve taken a more fluid approach—one where certain details from the books, like Celeborn’s involvement or Celebrian’s story, can be set aside or reimagined.

Now, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I actually think it’s a smart move.

By not including Celeborn and Celebrian, the show has the chance to give Galadriel and Elrond more space to evolve as characters.

I genuinely thing, they could become parents to Arwen. There’s something about the bond between Galadriel and Elrond that just makes more sense at the center of this narrative. They’re both so tied to the ancient history of Middle-earth, but by not introducing Celeborn, the focus can remain squarely on them. Their relationship, their shared history, their struggles—they can be explored in a way that feels organic without getting bogged down by a third, potentially distracting character.

We know how important Celeborn and Celebrian are in Tolkien’s canon, especially with the tragic story of Celebrian’s capture and her eventual departure. But in Rings of Power, it feels like the timeline has already been set up in a way where they can’t be fully integrated without changing so much. The show is choosing to prioritize Galadriel and Elrond’s relationship instead of trying to fit them in, and I think that makes total sense. It’s not that they won’t ever be mentioned or referenced, but bringing them in as major players would complicate things. And if you ask me, that would take away from the deeper exploration of Galadriel’s fierce independence and Elrond’s more reserved wisdom.

This isn’t just a random decision—ROP has crafted a version of Middle-earth where the focus shifts to these two characters. They’ve clearly built the story around their dynamic, and I think it's intentional that the show has chosen to lean into that rather than risk complicating it with other characters.

Plus, by making this choice, they give themselves more creative freedom to explore the themes and relationships in their own way, without having to tie everything strictly to the old timeline.

In the end, I don’t think Celeborn and Celebrian’s absence in the story is a missed opportunity or an oversight—it’s part of the larger plan. The timeline’s already been altered, and the show is taking that as a chance to dive deeper into the complexities of Galadriel and Elrond, leaving a lot of space for new stories to emerge.

So while it may seem like a bold move, I believe it’s one that makes perfect sense for the world they’re building.

Galadriel and Elrond just make sense.

Now onto the "Galadriel + Elrond = Arwen":

Imagine, for a moment, the beauty of Rings of Power choosing to make Arwen the daughter of both Galadriel and Elrond.

At first glance, it might seem like a bold move, a break from the established canon of LOTR, but when you really think about it, the possibilities here are deeply poetic and rich with layers of meaning.

We know that Arwen, in the books/movies, is a powerful and tragic figure—torn between her immortal elven heritage and her love for Aragorn, a mortal man. Her choice to give up her immortality for love is one of the defining moments in Tolkien's work. But what if her story is shaped not just by the love of Aragorn, but by the very essence of both her parents—Galadriel and Elrond?

In many ways, these two characters embody the full spectrum of Elven experience. Galadriel represents the fierce independence, the history, the wisdom of a queen who’s seen the rise and fall of ages. Elrond, on the other hand, represents the more measured, diplomatic, and deeply compassionate side of Elvenkind—he is a steward, a guide, a father. Together, they bring a balance of strength, grace, and wisdom, each with their own scars and stories.

Now, if Arwen were their daughter, it would be the ultimate blend of these traits.

From Galadriel, Arwen would inherit that unyielding strength—the drive to protect what she loves, the resilience forged in centuries of hardship. Galadriel’s scars—her battles, her moments of weakness, her journey—would echo in Arwen, giving her a wisdom that stretches far beyond her years, an understanding of the world and the sacrifices it demands. But more than that, Arwen would also inherit Galadriel’s haunting beauty, her ethereal presence, that glimmer of starlight that draws others in. Galadriel’s magic, her connection to the light of the Two Trees, could pass to Arwen as well—imbuing her with a quiet, serene power that could light up even the darkest of places.

Elrond, as her father, would provide her with a different kind of inheritance. He is a figure of compassion and wisdom, a man who has witnessed loss and war, but who chooses the path of healing. His scars—both physical and emotional— brought a depth of understanding that comes only through great sacrifice. Arwen’s relationship with Elrond could be one of profound tenderness, where she sees in him a kindred spirit: someone who understands the burden of responsibility, the weight of having to choose between duty and love but also that both can be linked without having it be a "bad thing".

It would then be no surprise that Arwen’s love for Aragorn mirrors, in some ways, her parents’ own sacrifices and choices, her parents' love.

But it would also show us a more grounded Arwen, one who has inherited not just beauty, but an understanding of the deeper, quieter moments of life.

But beyond their individual traits, think of the dynamic between Galadriel and Elrond as parents—what it would mean for Arwen to be raised by these two. Galadriel, for all her power, is still a figure of mystery and distance in the movies but TROP brought a new version of her. Fierce, protective and compassionate. While Elrond is the steady hand, the one who keeps things together, the fighter, the one who doesn't hide when choices have to be made and so much more.

Together, they would raise a daughter who is both fierce and compassionate, wise and empathetic, someone who carries the weight of two worlds on her shoulders.

There’s a beauty in this new interpretation of Arwen that is more than just a daughter caught between two powerful legacies. Arwen as the daughter of both Galadriel and Elrond could be the perfect synthesis of their traits. She would carry the fire of Galadriel’s unyielding spirit, but also the quiet wisdom of Elrond’s patient heart.

This Arwen would be someone who embodies both strength and vulnerability, a child of two worlds that are changing, just as she is.

And I think that’s what makes the idea so compelling—because in Rings of Power, the showrunners have this unique opportunity to reshape Arwen’s story too, giving her a deeper connection to the lore and the characters we already love, while still honoring what she represents in Tolkien’s world. By making her the daughter of Galadriel and Elrond, they can give Arwen a more profound and intimate backstory, showing us not just the "princess" of Rivendell, but a daughter forged from the union of two of the most important Elves in Middle-earth.

This would make Arwen’s eventual choice to be with Aragorn not just a personal sacrifice, but a truly heroic act—a continuation of the legacy of her parents, who, in their own ways, also had to choose love over duty, kindness and compassion over rage and vengeance. It would be a nod to the greater themes of Lord of the Rings: love, sacrifice, and the passing of time.

It’s not just about the power of Arwen’s love for Aragorn, but about her understanding that sometimes, you must give up the light of immortality/risk your life to protect what you love, just as her parents have done in their own lives.

Oh, and I know I'm just over here joking around like, “Oh, Elrond, Galadriel, and Arwen all have the same scars? They’re definitely related, right?”XD I mean, it’s a funny thought, but also—nothing in Rings of Power is done by pure accident, and I can’t help but think that these details are purposeful. It’s probably just me reading too much into things, but I can’t shake the feeling that the showrunners are laying some groundwork here.

So yeah, just my theory, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s more to it than meets the eye.

[trahald-the-burrower]

Sméagol and Frodo Music Video - Meet Me in the Woods

I made this as a tribute of Sméagol and Frodo's relationship. A lot of the time I am showing the similarities between them, how they went from living happy peaceful lives to being tormented by the Ring, having to leave their homes, seeing horrors, being overtaken by darkness.

Then they come together, and there is beauty and shared hurts and understanding... but they end up betraying each other.

Here it is on YouTube:

(More descriptive below if you want to know the meaning behind everything, I was very deliberate with the making of this music video:)

The intro: Frodo and Sméagol living peaceful lives. It's sad because this is what they lost. This shows ways they relate, part of what creates their understanding of one another.

I took a little journey to the unknown: Frodo's journey with the Ring. Traveling across Middle-Earth, to Mordor. Sméagol going to the Misty Mountains after being banished from family. Both leaving their peace and happiness because of the Ring. More showing why they understand one another.

I come back changed, I can feel it in my bones: Frodo returns to the Shire unable to fully heal. Sméagol begins his transformation. (If there was footage, I would have showed Sméagol returning home to his family, changed, but we didn't get that)

I fucked with forces that our eyes can't see: Sauron is the unseen force that they both are tormented by.

And now the darkness got a hold on me: Both succumbing to the power of the Ring.

Ooohh, ladadada: Sméagol chokes Déagol/Frodo puts a knife to Sam's throat.

Ooohh, ladadada: Frodo is tempted to put on the Ring/Sméagol puts on the Ring.

Similar experiences.

How long, baby, have I been away?: Sméagol at the edge of the mountains, having been banished from home.

It feels like ages, though you say it's only days: It's not been that long since Frodo left the Shire, but it feels so much longer.

There ain't language for the things I've seen, yeah: SméaGollum being violently tortured by orcs, by Sauron's Black Hand. Frodo witnessing the true forms of the Nazgul.

And the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams: Frodo sees the eye of Sauron once wearing the Ring. I'm sure that's stranger than any dream he's had, can't even think that sort of horrific thing up.

The truth is stranger than all my dreams: Same as above, they've faced horrors in the real life that are worse than I'm sure they could have imagined prior to the Ring. I showed both Frodo and Sméagol waking up from nightmares because I love the mirroring. That mirroring is peppered throughout the entire trilogy.

Oh, the darkness got a hold on me: The first time Frodo snaps at Sam, the darkness of the Ring beginning to poison him. Then the transition from Gollum to Sméagol.

They have practically the same exact experience.

I put the first chorus from Frodo's point of view.

I have seen what the darkness does: Frodo has indeed seen. Sméagollum is living proof. And he's experiencing it himself.

Say goodbye to who I was: Frodo is no longer that smiley Hobbit he once was.

I ain't never been away so long, don't look back them days are gone: Frodo weeps for his old life, weeps over the burden he now has. And he says don't look back, those days are gone. He has to let it go and move forward and destroy the Ring.

Follow me into the endless night: Frodo manipulatively leads Sméagol out of the Forbidden Pool...

I can bring your fears to life: ... resulting in Sméagol being captured by the men, to be beaten mercilessly. This was one of Sméagollum's biggest fears-- he needed protection, he trusted Frodo. Frodo said he'd look after him, and Frodo broke that promise. Betrayed by the only person he thought he could trust. The fear doesn't come just from being hurt, but from being betrayed by the only other person he had feelings for in over 500 years.

Show me yours, and I'll show you mine: A fear they both share -- the Ring.

Meet me in the woods tonight: I look at these particular lyrics as metaphorical more than literal, basically saying that all the lyrics that came before, is what he is offering. It's an invitation. "let us come together, meet me eye to eye. Let me see you, I'll let you see me, even if it will hurt us." So I used the footage of Frodo questioning Sméagol, Sméagol lowering his walls for Frodo. That very moment is THE MOMENT of their relationship. They were already bound, but that moment there is what sealed the deal. Frodo reminding Sméagol of who he is... Sméagol says his name for the first time in over 500 years...

Oooh, ladadada: ... and then Gollum speaks the name for the first time. Sssmmméagooolll.... He takes it over, and that moment Sméagol and Frodo shared is corrupted. All triggered by Frodo's betrayal.

Yeah, the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams: Frodo being sucked into Minas Morgal. Strange, horrific.

Oh, the darkness got a hold on me: The Ring takes Frodo over completely/Gollum is taken over and reaches for it.

The second chorus is from Sméagol's point of view.

I have seen what the darkness does, say goodbye to who I was: Sméagol knows what the darkness of the Ring did to him, what it turned him into, what it took from him.

I ain't never been away so long, don't look back them days are gone: been away from his home for so long, he looks back one more time, knowing he can never get back what he had, and then crawls into the cave, where he forgets.

Follow me into the endless night: Like Frodo lead him to get taken by the men, Sméagol leads Frodo to get taken by Shelob. It's a reciprocal act

I can bring your fears to life: Frodo's fear, being killed, unable to complete his mission, having the Ring stolen from him.

Show me yours, and I'll show you mine: Another of Frodo's fears -- being taken over by the Ring. Killing in the name of the Ring. That's why I showed Frodo choking Sméagol then stopping. And Sméagol's fear, the Ring being destroyed.

Meet me in the woods tonight: the same as how Frodo meant it. It's an offering, an invitation of coming together, whether it'll hurt them or not. And indeed it did.

Oooh, ladadada: Sméagol is taken over by Gollum. He can't allow the Ring to be destroyed.

Oooh, ladadada: Gollum attacks Frodo. Frodo chokes Gollum/Gollum chokes Frodo. Reciprocal, mirrored. Gollum's snarling face turns into Frodo's snarling face.

Oooh: They fight over the Ring, both their darkest selves. The last fight they'll have, the end to their relationship.

Meet me in the woods tonight, oooh: Flashbacks. Their offering, the invitation, their coming together, their bond, didn't only result in pain. Sméagol brings Frodo rabbits. They smile, they're happy together. Their was hope

Meet me in the woods tonight: And then it goes downhill. Frodo's perceived betrayal sets in motion a sequence of events that leads up to the end of their relationship. The rest of the song is "meet me in the woods tonight" repeated over and over. And I look at it as saying, "now the pain comes, it was in the offering"

Oh, meet me in the woods tonight: Sméagol's pain from the betrayal...

Oh, meet me in the woods tonight: Sméagol deciding to betray Frodo...

Oh, meet me in the woods tonight: Sméagol manipulating Frodo.

Then as the instrumentals fade out, we head back to Mordor, back to the present, where the two fall, and thus ends their relationship. Because, of course, poor Sméagollum fell. :(

[a-lonely-dunedain]

Starting out with an out there option -- Margim!

(for this ask game where you send in one of my OCs, and I give you a synopsis of what it would look like if they were the main NPC in a tutorial quest)

oh interesting! torn on weather this would make the starting zone Mordor or Dunland (or somewhere in-between). hmm I think we'll go with Dunland, bc Mordor would basically just end up as either "Bitter Ash and Stubborn Flowers but You are Celeair" or "Stout-Axe 2: Electric Boogaloo" lol

So your character is traveling through northern Dunland, as one does, and encounters a gleaming white stag. It runs away when you approach, but stops before it gets out of eyeshot and looks back at you, almost as if it's expecting you to follow. So you do follow it, briefly lose sight of it, and find yourself on the outskirts of an encampment of clanless Dunlanding brigands. You see someone else besides you lurking outside the camp and quietly approach them

She introduces herself as Margim, and you learn that she was led here in the same way you were. The quest text would make note of her strange and somewhat unnatural appearance, but weather or not your character actually knows what the yellow eyes and ashy skin mean is left ambiguous. (she is still wearing her armor from Mordor, but at this point she's scuffed off any eye emblems denoting it as such, so the PC would only notice that it seems badly damaged) Regardless, the quest tracker would read "remain on guard" while you're talking to her.

She will tell you that she has been watching the camp for a little while now, and saw that the brigands seem to have captured some people from a nearby village. While she's not sure exactly why the stag led you both here, she guesses it might have something to do with that. She will mention that she has not been in Dunland for very long and has found very little welcome from its inhabitants, but that "it's understandable" and she holds no ill will towards them, so she wishes to help the captured people. Your character, of course, agrees to help her rescue them. Because even if you don't trust her, There Are People Who Need Help and what kind of adventurer would you be if you passed that up?

(This bit is unnecessary, but it would be funny to have the classic "let's have a quick sparring match to see if you know how to fight, here's my spare [Your Classe's Weapon] you can use, just [Right Click] on that satchel-" etc etc. while you're like, right outside the camp presumably trying to be sneaky. It's somewhat immersion breaking but also I think it would be funny)

anyway, you go in, kick ass, [untie prisoners: 3/3] and regroup outside. The people, who you learn belong to the Stag Clan, are grateful but still seem a bit wary of you, at least until learning that you were both led there by a visage of a White Stag. They don't know exactly what that means either, but evidently the White Stag is a Big Deal to them and one showing up is almost always a good omen. They then invite you to Lhan Tarren so they can properly thank you for helping them.

short timeskip, you've arrived in the village and had a small feast to celebrate the return of the captured villagers. Margim will mention that she found it a little overwhelming to be around so many people, but she is grateful that, for once, she seems to be welcome somewhere. "At least for the time being", she adds. Now that everything is winding down you're both getting ready to leave, but are approached by Elain, who offers to let you stay in her house if you would like to remain in the village a bit longer. (They just get so few visitors you see, and she's very excited to hear about all your adventures!)

the player character respectfully declines (they have to go Looking for Adventure), but Margim just looks genuinely shocked and goes

"..." "...I'm allowed to stay?"

and the instance basically ends there.

it might actually work similarly to the River-Hobbit intro, being a short adventure your character does on their way north that eventually ends with you arriving in Mossward (although for it to work with the timeline your character would need to stay in Mossward/somewhere between Trum Dreng and Mossward for a few years before the orc attack that sets everything in motion lol)

[ghost-proofbaby]

Howdy! I woke up and chose violence!

catastrophic blues, eddie munson, with the dialogue prompts of "holy shit, that's a lot of blood..." and "stay with me... please." :)

Sorry in advance everyone, because I truly hope you catch onto which specific scene I'm hoping you write lmao. Do your worst.

checkmate, nonnie. you said do my worst, and this? this... is my worst. because i refuse to write eddie actually dying haha.

fair warning - if you have not read my fic 'the shire is burning' or the first chapter of 'so mordor it is', this won't make much sense to you/probably won't affect you like it did me. the oc here is willow from that series.

and now, a fair warning to those of you who have read - this is not canon. this is not even in the realm of canon. this is not an excerpt from that fic and this will not be a scene in that fic. i repeat - this is not canon. but an awful part of me has always wanted to write this scene with willow inserted so.... idk. i'm stupid. i'm also saying sorry because... well, bleh. at least i got it out of my system, yeah? also, i may or not be running on spite from that anon, hence me dragging eddie and willow onto this hellsite. so if that anon is reading - this is my big middle finger to you of sorts. (i already thought of this before the celebration, and i also considered this scenario when i first got the request before the slew of hateful anons. but.. yeah)

WARNINGS: MAIN CHARACTER DEATH (OC, NOT EDDIE), descriptions of blood and extreme violence, severe angst and absolutely no comfort. seriously. this is heavy, 3k words heavy. if it's not for you, it's not for you. that's okay.

which is why if you'd rather not read this scenario, i have written a shorter and less intense reply to this request that you can find here.

alright. sorry. rant over and warnings over. please take the warnings serious.

1k celebration - come party with me! (requests are not normally this sad unless angst is requested, i swear. we actually were having fun over here.)

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It wasn’t supposed to go this way.

There had been a plan. There had been clear instructions. The three of them were to distract the bats, capture their attention long enough for the others to follow through with their missions, and then get the Hell out of there. 

They weren’t supposed to play heroes. Not today. 

There is no shame in running.

So why wasn’t he running?

Dustin had already pulled himself up through the gate, toppling to safety on the other side, back in their world. He’s waiting expectantly for the two of them with wide eyes and shaking breaths from adrenaline. 

She’s already halfway up the rope when it hits her. The wave of deja vu, the wave of familiarity. 

She’s been here before. 

Eddie still stands beneath her, hands anxiously pressed into her thighs as she dangles against the make-shift rope, encouraging her to hurry. Her arms are burning, muscles shaking with strain. If she doesn’t make quick of lurching through, her body is sure to give out and lose strength. 

“Why did you stop? C’mon!” Eddie gives another shove to her thighs. His hands are sure to leave bruises at this point. 

She’s been here before. 

Her dreams. Her nightmares. Her visions. She’s been here before, hanging onto the sheets and looking down at her beautiful boy beneath her. She’s been here before, throwing herself back through a gate to the background symphony of screeching creatures trying to tear their way into a trailer that is a distorted mirror image of one she’s grown to call a second home over the last several months. Nearly a year now. 

“Red!” Eddie snaps as a bang sounds somewhere in the trailer, “Go.”

His voice is strained, tight and desperate and terrified. That’s all they’ve felt this week: fear. Unbridled fear that has chilled her to her bones without relent. 

None of that fear has penetrated through her chest quite as painfully as the one that strikes her now. She’s been here before, and this is not how it is supposed to go. 

She finally drops from the rope, losing her grip and falling backwards. He’s quick to press his palms into her shoulder blades to keep her upright as she gets lucky, landing on her feet, chest heaving as her muscles now scream with relief.

“Willow Victoria Jenkins, get up that fucking rope or I’m dragging you up there myself-”

“You go first,” she begs, cutting him off effectively, “Go before me. Now.” 

She’s been here before. 

“What?” his eyebrows furrow, chest heaving as he keeps glancing over his shoulder, over to the poorly boarded up door, “No, I- what? No, I’ll go after you-”

“Eddie, climb that rope before me or, with God as my witness, I won’t so much as touch that thing again-” at her words, he’s shaking his head furiously, thrusting the sheets back into her hands, but she only lifts them up and steps away to emphasize her point, “No. Go, now.” 

If she goes up the rope before him, he won’t follow her. She can’t let him do that.

There is no shame in running. 

He was an idiot. An idiot who couldn’t take his own advice. She should have known better — she did know better.

“Red, I’m not going without you-“

“I’ll be right behind you.”

“Then why not go before me? Please, I’m begging you,” another bang, and they both jump. It’s then that he looks into her eyes, and he sees it. That fear digging its claws into her. That memory of a nightmare she can’t let come true. The realization settles heavily across his face, “You don’t trust me.”

“It’s not that-”

“You don’t trust that I’ll follow you up the rope.” 

She doesn’t know what he wants her to say. It’s not a matter of trust; it’s a matter of knowing he won’t follow her. 

The tears that burn her eyes must be enough to convince him that she has her reasons, that it goes beyond something petty like that, because he lays his armor down instantly. His shoulders sink, the corners of his mouth turn downward, and his eyes close in defeat as he sighs, “Fine.” 

He’s faster than her when he has his hold on the rope, tugging himself up with significantly less effort. He doesn’t look back at her to make sure she’s already reaching to follow him – he trusts her. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, but she should know better.

She has every intention to follow him, the same faith placed in him that she’s had since day one, back in trivial times of pretend and make believe. When she had faith he was the right fake boyfriend. When she had faith he’d make a good friend by the end of it all. When she had faith that her path was always supposed to cross with 

Her hands have barely curled around the worn sheets, not quite as soft as the ones she’s slept in time after time due to the caking debris from this world, when she gets it.

Watching him in her nightmare let go of the rope had infuriated her. It had torn her clean in two, watching as he’d severed their connection and sent them down different paths. She didn’t know how he did it so easily – how he left her so easily.

She knows now.

The fear has subsided as she watches him land onto the mattress on the other side and watches Dustin rush to grab him eagerly. He’s safe. He’s okay. 

But the bats are still vicious against the trailer. She can hear them breach his bedroom down the hall. 

They don’t have a way to close the gate. Not yet. 

She gets it. If she follows them, if she doesn’t continue to serve as a distraction, they’ll follow them into the real world. All her efforts and all her love, all her care and all her months spent getting to know the two boys on the other side will be in vain. 

There are some stories in which the endings never change. You can shift the circumstances, you can swap pawns, but they will always end the same. Just because she had spared Eddie from the doomed fate of her dream doesn’t mean she’s spared them all. Someone still has to play the role of the distraction. 

Her heart is beating in her ears, and she’s glad for it so she can’t hear Dustin or Eddie’s screams as she grabs one of their discarded weapons and slices at their rope.

Severs the ties. Severs herself from Eddie. Severs herself from all that she cares for, in order to save it.

The blame that had twisted in her gut at him before dissipates. There’s no longer a question of if she’d do the same for him if the roles were reversed; they stand in opposing positions now, and she is doing as he had. 

She won’t look up at them once she does it. Unlike Eddie in her dream, she won’t face the reality of her decision. 

The sheets seemingly fall in slow motion into a crumpled pile. An edge of them falls over her sneakers. 

She’s never been here before, but she knows what she has to do. 

“Red!” 

She’s never heard his voice like that before, and she can’t face him. She can’t face the look she knows he wears, the broken expression and the twist of pain, the sheer panic as the last eight months flashes before his eyes. She can’t let the knife of it drive into her chest, because if she does, she won’t go through with it. If she doesn’t go through with it, they all die. 

“Willow, what are you doing?” Dustin’s broken voice comes through next, and it hurts as much as Eddie’s shaken tone. 

Dustin has Eddie. If she plays her cards right, he’ll have Eddie, and Steve, and Robin. He’ll have Max. He’ll be alright. 

She only responds once she’s grabbed the shield of nails that Eddie had tossed aside, echoing words that have haunted her since she first watched them fall from Eddie’s lips in the nightmare.

“Buying more time.” 

It’s only then that she risks looking up to the boys, taking one final glance at the two of them. 

Dustin Henderson, a young boy who had continued to exceed her expectations at every turn, who she would die to protect from any more harm. 

Eddie Munson, the boy she loves. The boy she would die in the place of. 

She hardly catches sight of his face before he’s a flurry on the other side, rushing to find a way to get to her, to get her back the same way she had rushed to do in the vision. But in that brief second, she locks his details to memory one last time. The soft pink of his lips, the soft curve of his nose, the freckle below his right eye. Details she isn’t sure she can catch sight of in full focus with the distance between them and the fleeting moment, but ones she’s seen enough times to play them like a movie behind her eyelids. Her boy. The one she’s leaving her heart with as she turns and lets the story continue to play out. 

She has an advantage Eddie didn’t. She knows where the holes in the road will be as she hops onto the abandoned bike and pedals so hard that her entire body is lit aflame. The scream of the bats are on her back, but she still misses the hole that had sent him flying in her dream. She makes it several paces farther, and for a moment, she thinks that she’ll make it far enough that the ending might change. 

She’s a fool. She supposed she picked that up from Eddie.

There’s a vine, a part of the hivemind, she swears she will miss on her current path. But then, it’s as if it reaches out and grips the front wheel of the bike, latching on with intent as it sends her flying and toppling into dirt and gravel. Her knees are now scraped, and if she survives this, she knows that bruises will be blooming across her torso. 

She can’t stop now. She has to get up, has to try and run as she balances the shield and spear. If she stops now, she won’t change the ending. 

None of it matters. It never did. 

The bats still catch up with her. The spear and the shield are still useless against their advances. And screams, human screams, still echo through the Upside Down as a body is pulled into a cloud of dust.

This time the body is not Eddie’s. It’s Willow’s. 

She can’t think through the pain as they tear through her clothes, her skin, seemingly her bones. All she can do is scream herself hoarse and fling herself about. 

When it’s over, when the bats begin to drop one by one in the tell-tale sign that her friends have won, she can’t move. She’s motionless on the ground and each breath is ragged, wet with blood and gasping shallowness. 

She hears Eddie before she sees him. 

“Willow,” he sobs out, collapsing to his knees at her side as his hands begin to flit over her wounds, “No, no, no.” 

It was always going to end like this, wasn’t it? 

“Please, please, fuck-” he gasps out as his hands turn crimson with her blood.

A distorted mirror image to her dream. 

She can see the freckle now that he’s closer. She focuses on it, unable to feel the warmth from his palms through the chill. 

His hands still work in a useless effort. She can hardly decipher the pressure he applies to a particularly deep wound as she watches tears begin to fall. Shining tears, forming as constellations in his eyelashes before they become falling stars across his cheeks. 

“I- No-” he stutters, unable to form a sentence, “You said you were going to follow me. You… You said-” 

She catches sight of his hands. As red with her blood as hers had been with his in her nightmare. 

If it were any other circumstances, if she didn’t know the ending, she would have tried to comfort him. But her head is swimming and she’s lost all feeling in her torso now. 

All she can muster out is, “Holy shit,” a shattering gasp fills her pause, “That’s… that’s a lot of blood.” 

He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t smile. There is no joking in a time like this. He just continues meaningless efforts through his cries. 

She hadn’t even heard Dustin following him. When the boy is on her opposite side, speechless, trembling, she barely notices the movement. 

“Willow…” Dustin whispers, hands reaching to join Eddie’s before he thinks better and retracts them, “I…”

“Henderson,” Eddie is a crazed man as he suddenly rips the bandana off from his head, thrusting it to the younger boy, “Wrap her leg in this now.”

And Dustin doesn’t have to be told twice, not when Eddie is the way he is now. Her blood is now on the boy’s hands as well. 

“I’m sorry,” she finally whispers, feeling blood trickle out the corner of her mouth. She doesn’t even feel when Dustin tightens the make-shift tourniquet on her. 

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. But she had no choice. 

“Don’t be sorry, stay alive,” Eddie snaps at her, not looking at her. It kills her. Ironically, more than the wounds. 

A sharp pain shoots through her as he tries to apply pressure to one of her chest wounds. He’s beginning to mutter to himself, breaking hysterical now. 

“I can fix this,” he repeats to himself on loop. Dustin only stares, “I can fix this. I can fix this. I can fix-”

“Eddie, please look at me,” she pleads with him. A dying wish he can’t deny her. 

Big, brown eyes look into hers. A million unspoken words and fading moments. And all she can think is she’s glad it’s her and not him. 

So she tells him as much, “I’m sorry. I-If it wasn’t… If it wasn’t me… It w-would have been you. And I- I couldn’t, I couldn’t…” 

I couldn’t watch you die. Not again. Not for real, this time. 

He immediately knows. He deflates, but he knows. She knew what was going to happen when she cut the rope. She knew how it ended. 

His anger is kept beneath the surface, because they both know if this is the last moments between them, he doesn’t want to spend them angry with her. Angry for her doing for him as he would for her. 

“You knew,” if it weren’t for the tears still streaking his face, the words would have come out flatly, “You fucking knew. You… you idiot… You…” 

“I’m sorry,” she repeats herself. Her tongue peeks out to swipe across her lips, and all she tastes is copper, “I love you.” 

She has to say it now. She has to make it be know to make up for all the times she bit her tongue, all the times she waited. Thinking they had more time, thinking she’d have a lifetime to remind him of it. 

They don’t have any more time. The hourglass is nearly empty. 

Those three words break him, and she can make out his shoulders shaking as her vision starts to blur. 

“I love you,” he returns, the haunting voice of a desperate man, “I fucking love you. Stay with me, please.” 

She wants to. God, she wants to. His arms wrap around her and he tugs her into his lap, beginning to simply cradle her, his efforts finally surrendered. 

Dustin finally speaks up, “W-We can still get her to a hospital. We can take her back to the gate. We can get her to the hospital, and they’ll help her. They’ll save her. It’ll be fine. It- It has to be fine.” 

It won’t be fine. She knows it, but she finds herself too weak to tell Dustin that.

Even if she had the strength she wouldn’t be able to. 

“Re-” Eddie starts, abruptly cutting himself off as if he realizes that right now, while she’s still with him, the last thing he wants to waste precious breaths on is a nickname. She wants to insist he call hers it, though, as it helps spread warmth through her bones as it always had. She loves when he calls her that. She always did, even when she would fight him on it.

 “Willow,” he finally corrects himself. She wishes she could feel his thumb swiping at her cheek, slow and surely gentle, soft as it always had been when it came to her, “Please, baby, stay with me.” 

More words might have been exchanged between Dustin and Eddie, but Willow can’t hear them anymore. 

She stares at his face, at the freckle. At the cheeks and lips she had kissed countless times. At the eyes she had seen entire undiscovered universes countless times.

It was worth it, she decided. It all was worth it to have known and to have loved Eddie Munson. 

He had once told her that to die at her hand, to die from and to die for her, would be a heavenly way to go. For her to be the death of him was a way he’d be proud to go. 

He was right, she thinks, fading, fading, fading. What a heavenly way to die. 

Eddie Munson’s face is the last one that Willow Jenkins sees.

[wolffyluna]

for the fanfic asks for the new year ask game: 8 & 18?

(Fanfic asks for the new year!)

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

I'm not sure the Angband survivor Celebrimbor fic counts, strictly speaking? It's been in the mental vault as a fun idea, but it's only recently that I'm like "no, I should actually do something with that."

For people not in the fandom, Celebrimbor creates an interesting logistical problem: there's a period of time where we don't know where he lived? The city where we knew he lived Suddenly Stopped Existing, Because Dragon, but we know he survived it, so he had to be somewhere? And there's actually pretty few places he could have lived. He might have been in the hidden city of Gondolin (if he could find it?) or the Havens of Sirion... or he could have been captured and taken to Mordor's grand daddy, Angband.

And this doesn't actually contradict canon at all! But it creates some interesting new dynamics with the stuff he does later on, like (unknowingly) helping Sauron make the rings of power.

...and this is going to be a long fic, and I do want to write it, but there's is also that dread of "but do I have to walk all one thousand miles/ eat the whole elephant?"

18. Do you typically post multi-chapters as you write, or finish it all and then start posting? Would you like to change your posting method?

Once I finish it, because otherwise there's just too much risk that I get stuck and never finish, for whatever reason (accidentally wrote myself into a corner, never worked out how to end it, etc...) In theory, I do outline first, so this wouldn't be too much of a risk... but I have also had stories I outlined explode in the draft, where I'm very glad I can go back and edit and fix things without anyone noticing.

[ruiniel]

Oooh...please say more about Môr!

Aw TY! It's a Fourth Age AU fic I'm slowly rewriting, set in a world where the Quest failed, and Sauron rules the lands 🫠😶

Somewhere in North Ithilien, a ragged Elf is captured by a company of sentries, and a half-orc is set to guard him.

Legolas x OFC, enemies to friends to more and all that jazz!

A snippet:

They continued their trek, the wolf cub happily prancing on their trail. It was evening by the time the elf led them to an area where stone and cliff lay before them. Her eyes widened at the sight of a waterfall, crashing from above into a foaming pool below. Kal followed as he began to climb upward, a path probably known to him. The sound of the rushing falls was a balm to her senses, her mind still frayed from the earlier encounter with the bear. They climbed further and as they reached the top of the cliff, Kal discerned the entrance of a cave. It was partly hidden in ivy and overgrowth, but it was there.

"We rest here," she heard him speak.

"I thought we were to reach a stream."

He pointed towards the waterfall. "This, is the stream."

So it was. Well, he had saved her life, again, so what harm could come of this. A cave was nothing to the dungeons of the Tower. A cave and an elf were nothing compared to what she had seen and felt. Then she wavered, planting her feet into the ground and looking at him intently. "Elf."

He faced her with his back to the cave entrance, expectant.

"Gratitude for your aid."

The other seemed only momentarily surprised by this.

"But," she continued, "I sense your wariness and see how troubled you are. I am the same. I know not what your purpose is here, and we come from opposite sides of this world. And believe me, you are not my ideal choice of a companion either," she admitted, seeing a frown deepening on his face. "But if we are to travel together, I think you must learn to avail your suspicions of me. You need not look over your shoulder all the time. You need not snap at all and everything."

His mouth quirked in distaste. "It sounds as if you are asking me to trust you."

The half-orc pondered over the new word. Trust. Unsure of its full meaning she ventured ahead, looking him in the eye. "Yes, I suppose I am."

"Much to ask of one who not long ago had been your prisoner," the elf followed scathingly, crossing his arms. Kal saw a flicker of resent in his eyes.

Of course, he would neither forgive nor forget about that any time soon. She looked back to the dark waterfall. "You were, and I had done what I was told, though I know that is no excuse," she added quickly. "But you are no longer a captive. Now, I am one who needs you," she blinked, "...needs your aid," Kal corrected swiftly. "I have done nothing to increase your suspicions of me so far, and we have already fought on the same side, twice."

They stood so regarding each other, the sounds of the water thrashing in the silence. Why none moved nor said anything, Kal did not know. "What say you?" she hedged, following any change in his stony expression.

His scouring gaze did not deter her. There was something in his manner which led Kal to think the elf was weighing her words. It was tiring, the way they acted towards one another and it was time for some sort of change, but both needed be agreeable to such. She surely was.

His jaw was working, his gaze boring into her for another long moment. "Trust is not easily gained. But, one can aim for more understanding," he relented.

"A truce, then?" Kal asked, relieved, placing a fist to her chest in Mordor fashion.

Then to her surprise, the elf bowed his head into her direction, his palm coming to rest over his heart. "A truce." When he looked to Kal again, there was a roguish grin on him. It was a stark change from before, and one which made her wonder. "In this new spirit of understanding, you are responsible for gathering sustenance this evening," and with that, he turned towards the cave.

Kal frowned, grinding her teeth. "I have dealt with Uruks with less bite and better moods than you, elf," the half-orc grumbled with a sigh. She proceeded to follow, the wolf cub close behind.

"Legolas," he said, stopping to look over his shoulder at her. "My name, is Legolas," the elf repeated, before resuming his stride.

[streets-in-paradise]

i don't know if you plan to go any further with the Dustin's sister x steddie story but i can't stop thinking about Dustin trying to explain to steve everything he can about the lotr universe so he'll be ready to fight back the next time eddie try to disturb him 👀❤️

Hi, anon!! OMG thanks for sending this i love to talk about this concept!!

First of all, I do plan to continue that series with two more parts for the seasons i haven't wrote about yet. I only gave myself a little rest because i have been writing and consuming a lot of stranger things fanfict for the last month and i was afraid i could end up burnout. I plan to continue, i only gave it a rest to avoid getting a block.

That being said, i LOVE this and i can so imagine it happening. I'm picturing Steve asking Dustin to explain him the things he heard from the reader, at first not wanting to admit it is because she said those to him.

Like, after Eddie told him he didn't deserve the comparison to a captive elve escaping Mordor before becoming an orc, Steve wants to know exactly what she meant with that. She made it sound so sweet and it clearly pissed off her freak friend, so it had to be something really nice although he isn't completely sure because he has no idea.

I'm gonna keep this with a little untituled blurb (sorry for any possible mistakes, i am not doing a second read so it is unedited) :

" They talk on this weird slang, i can't get what they say and I know Munson does it on purpose." Steve was venting to his younger friend. " It's like he constantly tries to remind me i don't belong there because I am not like him. "

Dustin had no calming explanation for that part, other than the defensive mechanisms of nerd culture, but he was at least able to explain it for him.

" What do you mean with ' weird slang'? What does he bring up in front of you?"

" It's that Lord of the Rings thing. Well, i found out it was that when she said it because he does it all cassualy as if it was some code they share."

The implied jealousy was unbelievable to his listener.

" Maybe they are just being nerds together. How do you know the dude wants to make you feel left out?"

" He called me an orc, then your sister said i was like a captive elve escaping them and that upsetted him. Munson said i didn't deserve it. What the hell does that mean? "

The kid's smile indicated the answer was as positive as he once guessed.

" She thinks you are a great guy, he thinks you are an asshole and she is trying to prove him wrong. " Dustin summarized before proceding into a more tecnical explanation. " The creation of orcs is a process that imitates the bíblical origin of demons. Just as the first demons were in fact corrupted angels, Tolkien ubicates the origins of this race of dicks on the long imprisonment of captured elves. After a really long time of prison, tortures and degradations, this corrupted form of life mutated into what the Third Age Middle Earth we read in Lord of the Rings knows as an Orc. For what i understand, the dude must have compared jocks to orcs, what it's actually brillant, yet (y/n) said that your process of transformation never completed. "

The little things he catched in the speech made him feel really good. Steve got to understand at least one bassical point of it.

" She said i am a beated up angel?"

It was on oversimplification, but his friend allowed him to have it.

" To the practical purposes of this talk? Yes. Never call a warrior elve a ' beated up angel' in front of anyone else, specially that guy."

Steve got a bit of a foolish smile just of thinking about your words, finnaly getting deeper understanding of those. It made him wonder how many more details he was missing.

" Who is her favorite character in the books?"

" It depends on how to define a favorite. Is it simbolically or by personal identification?"

" Do you used to play about that shit when you were kids, ríght? It must have been one of your little nerd games. Who did she liked to play as?"

" That's an easy one: Lady Eowyn of Rohan." The boy commented with relaxed determination. " She is not one of the nine companions, but she is a real badass. Meriadoc Brandybuck and her teamed up to kill the Witch King of Angmar, the leader of Sauron's scariest servants that are called Nazguls. "

" Is she a princess or…?"

" Niece of a King, tecnically. " Dustin continued, with excitement. " If you are asking this just to make a comparison that would flatter her, then i need to tell you all what's needed to know about the character.

Steve listened to the ramble with increased attention, but he got ocassionally lost in the naming of weird places and persons that couldn't be explained without tedious delays into other topics. Fantasy was really complicated to learn about in one take, the worldbuildings were intrincated and that was only one universe of the many others in the genre. What sticked the most with him was the description of the warrior princess, her feat and the love triangle plot that Dustin was about to skip if he wouldn't have asked him not to.

" It's just some minor drama that doesn't add much to the plot. " The kid insisted. " Remember how i told you about this nine companions that left Rivendel together, then split by circunstancies? "

" The Fellowship of the Ring. "

" Yes, exactly! And how i told you they have this implícit leader that nobody actually named leader, but kind of takes that role?"

" The wild ranger."

" Strider, his real name is Aragorn and in fact he is meant to be the King of Gondor. " Dustin confirmed. " After the Fellowship splitted Aragorn met Eowyn in Rohan and she fell in love with him, but her feelings were not destined to be required. Aragorn's destiny is to be a gondorian King and marry an elve lady, but Eowyn meet him as this dude who helped save her uncle's kingdom and that impressed her. She hero worshipes him, to her he is like a rockstar and he doesn't seem to mind that she likes swords so she is super happy. "

" But they don't end up together."

" No, she marries the little brother of Boromir. Faramir, he is as much of a hobbit nanny as his older brother was, only ignored by their father. "

That was all he needed to hear, Steve's most valuable conclussion of the talk.

[wheres-everyone-going-bingo]

Alright imma just throw a concept out there, good sexy orc/uruk hai reader tops Legolas. I'm just saying, if there were good boi versions 👀

Night Watch

Pairing: Legolas x Uruk Hai Male Reader

Warnings: smut

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The campsite smelt foul, not only did it have the stench of orcs but it was accompanied by the smell of burning flesh of an orc who stood out of place. We had been on the trail of the fellowship for a few weeks now, finally catching up to them when they rested in a clearing in the woods. The party had split up, trying to escape, but our numbers had overpowered them. Now they sat tied to an old oak tree. I wasn’t a stranger to killing, I had done it many times. However I had done it in self defense, I didn’t see the honor in tracking down, and killing a group of people trying to better the world. I wasn’t on board with Sauron’s rule, it sounded like hell.

I stood from my seat on the ground, heading towards where we kept our food. Opening the sack I was greeted with various pieces of bread, and a few stashes of rabbit. I picked out my rations, turning to glance at the fellowship, I tried to remember the last time they had eaten. My mind came up blank. I grabbed a few extra pieces of food, making sure no other orcs saw me.

The elf noticed my approach first, he tensed up, warning the others of my presence. I gave them a smile, trying to be as comforting as possible, but judging by the smallest hobbits reaction, it didn't work.

“What do you want, orc?” The dwarf spat at me, I grimaced at the harshness in his words.

“I uh, just noticed that my tribe hasn’t fed you since your capture” I replied, revealing the food in my hands. They all eyed me with suspicion as I placed the food next to their hands.

“It’s poisoned isn’t it?” The dirtiest looking human asked, obviously not seeing my good intent.

“Look, I know that I’m an orc, it’s obvious. However I would appreciate it if you thought to yourself that maybe all of us aren’t bad. It’s impossible to have an entire race with rational thought, and for all of them to be evil, some of us think for ourselves” I spoke to them, desperately trying to get my point across. They stared at me, watching my every move with caution. I sighed, noticing their stubborn distrust in me. “Fine, I see you don’t trust me, but you either die of ‘poison’ or starvation” I muttered, walking away from the group.

“He does have a fair point” Boromir offered, picking up his food to examine it.

“I’ll try it” Legolas spoke up, willing to put his life on the line for his friends. Legolas brought the bread to his mouth, taking a small bite. Everyone looked at him intently, waiting for him to drop dead or something. He then took another bite, not realising how hungry he was until now.

“It is settled then, we shall eat” Aragorn said, taking a bite of his food. The fellowship watched the strange orc intently for the rest of the night, noting how he kept to himself.

The sun rose along with the orc warriors. However this morning was more chaotic than usual, a fight had broken out among the tribes. The Snaga had gotten out of line and questioned my people, resulting in a massive fight. I made sure to stay hidden, not wanting to get involved in the bloodshed. I noticed a gangly Snaga creeping towards two of the hobbits, licking his lips as he drew his knife.

“Please don’t eat us!” Pippin pleaded, eyes wide at the rusty blade in the orc’s hand

“Yeah! We’re only skin and bone!” Merry added, as the rest of the party struggled against their restraints, trying to save the pair. The orc raised his knife, ready to stab Merry. He let out a horrible squeal as blood rushed from a stump where his hand used to be. Everyone’s eyes turned to me as I held my sword, now stained with the Snaga’s blood.

“You! You cut off my hand!” He snarled in fury, clutching the stump close to his chest.

“Yes, now run away before you lose your head too” I warned, pointing my sword at him, he took the hint and scurried off in fear. “Are you okay?” I asked the hobbit, scanning him with my eyes to make sure he wasn’t wounded.

“I, uh, yes, I think so” He responded, mouth agape. I nodded, kneeling down, bringing out my knife to cut the rope that was tying them to the tree. The rope gave up, falling to the ground in pieces.

“You should go, while everyone is distracted” I advised them, handing them their stuff. The group got to their feet, taking all of their stuff and equipping it. They started to walk away quietly until one of them stopped, turning to me.

“What about you? Surely they’ll kill you” Legolas questioned, worried about my well being

“They most likely will, yes, but I’m okay with that” I smiled at him, walking back towards camp.

“Wait!” I felt a hand on my arm “Come with us? We could use someone of your strength and you know the enemies plan” Legolas pleaded with me, not letting go of my arm

“We are not allowing him to come with us!” Boromir exclaimed, looking shocked at the very idea

“Are you daft, elf? He’s an orc! He’ll kill us” Gimli tried to reason, not forgetting what terrible things orcs had done to his bloodline.

“They don’t want me to come, majority rules” I smiled at the elf, grateful for his concern, however his grip only tightened.

“You do not have to come with us all the way, but please, come with us, come with me” He begged, I sighed, nodding my head, knowing that he was too stubborn and every second more we spent at the camp, would put them in even more danger.

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It had been a few weeks since that day at the camp. The group, especially the dwarf, did not trust me at all at first but had slowly begun to warm up to me. The hobbits had shown their thankfulness of my rescue by putting together a cheerful song about ‘the orc with a heart of gold’. Although Legolas was not like the other party members. He did not engage in friendly sparring but instead rested his head on my lap when he found it hard to sleep, something about him was different.

I was supposed to be on watch tonight, but the others, besides Legolas and the hobbits, didn’t trust me to watch over their sleeping bodies, so they had Legolas stay up with me. We were discussing beautiful landscapes that we had come across in our travels, he had a lot more examples as Mirkwood was a lot prettier than Mordor.

“I love hearing you talk” I told him “You just have so many good stories, sounds much better than being an orc in Mordor”

“You know when this is all over, you can come live with me in Mirkwood” He offered, I scoffed at the idea

“An orc? In Mirkwood? I’d be killed on the spot”

“I won’t let that happen, I don’t care if my father disowns me and I’m banned from Mirkwood, I’m not going to let you go back to that life” He turned to me, his face dead serious. I grinned to myself, glad that he cared for me. “It’d be great, we could get a house together, I’d introduce you to elven traditions and foods, and we could even share a bed” He said the last bit quieter than the rest.

“You want to share a bed?” I asked, meeting his gaze.

“If you, uh, I mean, if you wanted to” He tumbled over his words, his face heating up.

“I’d like that” I told him, finding his embarrassed state very cute.

“What else would you like?” Legolas pried, leaning closer to my body

“A nice meal, to not be so cold, and avo have ukex wiavh lat” I admitted, saying the last part in orcish. Legolas tilted his head, not understanding orcish.

“What’s that last part mean?”

“avo have ukex wiavh lat translates to ‘to have sex with you’” I looked away, my turn to be embarassed. I heard Legolas chuckle next to me

“You’re not very subtle” He joked “But as long as we’re quiet we don’t have to wait for that” He whispered to me. I smirked, iking where this was going. Legolas crawled onto my lap, steadying himself by putting his hands on my shoulders. He rolled his hips, pressing down on me. I let out a primal snarl as I grabbed onto Legolas’ hips.

I pressed my lips against Legolas’ my tusks getting in the way slightly. I trailed my mouth down Legolas’ neck, biting at his smooth skin with my teeth. He gasped as I found his sensitive spot, quickly biting down on his knuckle, trying to keep quiet. My hands tugged at his pants, desperate to remove them. Legolas lifted himself off of me slightly, pulling his pants down.

I wrapped my rough hand around Legolas’ cock, giving it a few pumps as he bit down on his knuckles harder.

“Oh, please, take your pants off” Legolas breathed in my ear, clawing at my garment. I obeyed his request and tugged my pants down to my ankles.

Legolas put his fingers in his mouth, coating them in saliva. He started to push them in and out of his ass, putting on a show for me.

“I’m ready for you now” He purred in my ear, as he lined himself up with me. I let out a low guttural sound as he pushed himself down on me. He started to move, pushing himself up and down on me over and over. I couldn’t hold in my urge anymore and threw him to the ground, me on top of him.

I growled in his ear, roughly thrusting in and out of Legolas. The biting of his lips and concentration to be quiet displayed his pleasure. I started to growl and make animalistic sounds as I pounded the elf into the dirt. He started to swear in elvish nearing his release.

“Y/N, oh, I’m going to cu-“ he stuttered, losing control of his body’s movements. The feeling of Legolas’ body clenching around me was enough to push me to my orgasm. I came inside him, we pulled away from each other, looking around to make sure we woke no one up.

“Looks like we got away with it” Legolas whispered as we clothed ourselves.

“I’m glad, maybe we could do it again some time?” I offered, leading him back to the rock that we were sitting on.

“Yeah, let's do that” he smiled at me.