#look me in the eye and tell me it's not a running joke between aragorn & arwen and/or galadriel herself

[dreamlogic]

finished fellowship and have some updated thoughts on Hobbit Relationship Drama...

- merry & pippin are still useless homosexuals. merry accidentally brushed pippin’s hand at dinner one time and thought about it for like 3 weeks. pippin usually ends up marching behind merry when they travel and spends an awful lot of time thinking about how beautiful merry’s curls look backlit in the setting sun. but not in a gay way.

- frodo and sam, on the other hand, wasted no time getting themselves sorted out and confessing their undying love. tom bombadil mistakes them for a couple (past, future, present.. they don’t matter to him so he just got his timelines a lil twisted). later that evening as they’re getting ready for bed they’re both like “haha wow, who could ever mistake us for a couple. that’s so ridiculous.... unless...?”

- they wanna keep things on the down low until they’re Certain that this is a Thing, so they spend most evenings between the old forest and bree volunteering for the late watch so they can stay up all night talking about their feelings. they just. love each other so much. it’s unreal. the only thing they disagree about is PDA: frodo thinks it’s in bad taste, and sam wants to superglue his hand to frodo’s ASAP.

- one of the first conversations frodo has with sam when he wakes up in rivendell after nearly dying is “listen, i need to marry you before anything like that happens again. if either of us dies before we’re wed it would be the most unspeakable cruelty on this earth.” sam, a huge romantic who has cried at every wedding he’s ever been invited to, has to sit down upon hearing this to avoid swooning.

- only problem? they ask elrond, as master of the house, to officiate the wedding, but elrond refuses cause he thinks it’s a horrible idea for the ringbearer to fall in love at a time like this. they ask gandalf, but he’s too involved in White Council Politics and won’t go against elrond in his own house. they’re lamenting this turn of events to bilbo, who’s like “wait, didn’t you know? the king of dale gave me some obscure honorary title that authorizes me to officiate legally binding unions. i’ll marry you right now!” sam runs and grabs pippin & merry and they have a cozy little impromptu ceremony in bilbo’s room.

- they’re still keeping things low-key to avoid drama with elrond, but bilbo is a gossip and word gets around to gloin in no time, who tells gimli, who confronts sam about it before dinner one evening. “listen, your business is your business but you should know, as dwarven nobility, i’ve officiated many a wedding in my time if you wanna make doubly sure your union will be recognized among all the free peoples of middle earth...” so they get married Again. gimli tries to gift them both rings, but frodo has enough of those to worry about, thanks.

- legolas is a voracious eavesdropper and will not be outdone by a dwarf. “say, frodo,” he casually starts one evening. “i’m a prince and guess what princes can do? marry people.” SO sam and frodo get a third marriage certificate, written in elvish this time.

- frodo is hanging out with bilbo and aragorn one morning over brunch, workshopping one of bilbo’s songs, when a thought occurs to him. “strider, as you may have figured out by now, sam and i are married in three different languages. you’re sort of royalty, right? wanna get in on the joke?” “i absolutely want to be in on the joke,” strider says, because he is a very poetic soul and this whole situation is gonna be keeping him awake with a single tear in his eye for months. their love is beautiful, he’d be honored to have any part in it.

- boromir is deeply offended that he hasn’t been invited to marry frodo and sam yet, so the morning before the fellowship sets off, he corners the happy couple at breakfast and rattles off a speech before either can finish their eggs and toast. it’s a little jarring, but he does give them the most sensible wedding gift yet: a stamped leather folio for sam to safely store their five (5) marriage certificates in.

- they think they’re safe from any more weddings when they leave rivendell, but without elrond watching him, gandalf wants to throw his two cents in. he pulls them aside after dinner one evening in hollin and says a few words. “trust me,” he insists when they protest, “you’d do very well to have one of the istari bless your union,” and throws a few protection spells into the mix for them.

- elrond, for his part, has known about these shenanigans since the first marriage, because bilbo wasted no time marching up to him afterwards and demanded to know why he refused to officiate his favorite nephew's wedding. he's been keeping an eye on the situation since and refraining from comment. if all goes well, the ring is destroyed, and sauron thwarted... perhaps then, a proper rivendell wedding would be in order to celebrate.

re-reading the lord of the rings for the first time since i was a teen and i have some Thoughts on the hobbits' relationship statuses at the beginning of fellowship. will update as i finish each book.

- merry and frodo dated all through their tweens and were, like, disgustingly into each other. they were The Couple at brandy hall forever and all their neighbors were impatiently awaiting their wedding invites. then merry met pippin and it was love at first sight, he knew he'd never be able to stop pining.

- not wanting to string frodo along, they broke up. it was relatively amiable, they had a long talk about it over tea and both of them cried into each other's arms a lot, but understood it was probably for the best in the long run. frodo moved in with his uncle at bag end to give them both time/space to recover, and wrote a lot of sad poetry for a while.

- unfortunately for merry, pippin is still deeply closeted and completely oblivious. but merry is patient, and is more than happy to enjoy pippin's platonic friendship even if he doesn't ever end up reciprocating romantic feelings.

- frodo developed an immediate crush on sam, the Gardener's Hot Son, but refused to let himself get carried away cause he's a mature (if melodramatic) hobbit and 1) didn't want to rush into anything after merry, and 2) didn't want sam to feel weird about his boss having feelings for him.

- sam, meanwhile, is desperately in love with frodo and seeks advice about it p much right away from merry. "help, i'm smitten for your ex, but he's so aloof around me i don't know what to do!" sam cries. merry, who kept his distance from frodo for all of, like, two months before striking up their friendship again, finds this hilarious. he advises sam that frodo is just Like That, and if he wants to bring him out of his thick head, sam needs to smother him in Really Blatant Flirting.

- sam, bless him, decides that the best way to flirt with frodo is to be overly formal and deferential around him, which only makes frodo more anxious about abusing the power imbalance in their relationship. "master frodo, sir," sam says, wondering if he's laying it on too thick. "oh, sam..." frodo sighs, hoping his status as hobbit nobility isn't pressuring his crush into being so excessively polite to him.

- pippin is blissfully unaware of all of this, and assumes that it's perfectly heterosexual for all his best friends to hold hands and smooch and talk about wanting to get married to and grow old with each other. i mean, who wouldn't want to marry his friends? they're all so gorgeous and kind and funny and smart. especially merry. if pippin were gay (which he isn't!!!!!) he definitely wouldn't mind settling down with that brandybuck...

[iridescentoracle]

so tonight the sibs met the riders of rohan and genuinely i don’t know which is the funniest bit of the conversation

gimli threatening eomer with his axe for insulting galadriel and eomer just being completely [john mulaney voice] “sure, why not, this year is already so goddamn weird”

aragorn adding another entry to his list of “times i heard my fiancee’s grandmother described as an evil witch” which he definitely keeps specifically for the purpose of sharing with either said fiancee or said grandmother

the list isn’t textual i just know in my heart it exists

sauron steals horses from the rohirrim but like, exclusively the ones that fit his color scheme

[bonjour-rainycity]

Late in the Night | Part One

Prompt: Unrequited love/the love is requited, they’re just oblivious (Content Challenge Day 5)

Pairing: One-sided ( or is it ;) ) Female Reader x Legolas

Rating: G

Word count: 1847

Warnings: None

Challenge participants: @game-ofthe-company @grunid @themerriweathermage @errruvande @the-reformed-ringwraith @awkwardkindatries

A/n Hello hello, and happy Day 5 of my content challenge! As always, you can find the challenge’s masterlist here and my personal masterlist here. 

I’m making these last three days into a mini-series, so here’s part one! Also, for this story, I’m going with the “girl wakes up in Middle Earth” plot, but LOTR doesn’t exist in her world. So she doesn’t know anything about the characters or their journey. She just kind of fell through a portal between worlds. Y’know?

Translations (I think): Taur-e-Ndaedelos — Mirkwood // Eryn Galen — Greenwood

Reader’s POV

“And Miss Y/n, what will you do once this is all over? Will you go back home?” Pippin stops to let me catch up, bringing me into step with him and Merry.

I purse my lips, not wanting to give too much away. The others know that I have a bit of an, erm—strange— situation, but they don’t know that I haven’t got a home in Arda. We’ve had at least ten variants of this conversation already, and each time, I’ve managed to avoid participating. It seems my hobbit friend, though, is done letting that slide.

I shrug, trying to seem nonchalant. “I haven’t really thought about that much…” Just in case there’s no ‘once this is all over’. “But I guess I would find a human town somewhere and build a life. I’ve learned quite a lot on this journey, so maybe I could make a living as a guard or even a seamstress, seeing how often I mend your clothes,” at this, I throw a teasing look at Gimli, who blushes. Out of all of us, he’s the most prone to non-battle related injury, and I often find him trudging back to camp with a rip in his sleeve after simple tasks like collecting firewood or refilling his canteen.

Pippin ignores my joke, and now I realize that I have the concern-laden eyes of all four hobbits. “You…would not go back home? You wouldn’t see your family?”

I sigh, avoiding Gandalf’s gaze. He said I was free to tell my companions that I am not of this world, but I haven’t yet worked up the nerve. The stress of figuring out how I got here, why I’m here…it’s too much to burden them with on this perilous quest. I stifle a little laugh, my exhausted mind finding humor in the situation. Maybe that’s what I’ll do ‘once all this is over’. I’ll tell them that I’m practically an alien.  

Lost in my thoughts as I was, my silence drew the attention of Gimli and Boromir, and now I have six sets of concerned eyes regarding me. Great. I try to speed the conversation along so we can get to someone else. “Well, I haven’t seen my family in quite a long time…I think they think I’m dead, actually, and for all I know, they could be too…” This thought troubles me greatly, and I hurry to replace it with something else, forcing my voice to sound cheery and hopeful.“But that only means that I’m free to go anywhere—explore any place I like.”

Pippin looks quite heartbroken at my words, and I scramble to think of ways to fix it. But before I can, he grips my hand tightly in his, and I feel Merry mirror his actions on my other side. They look up at me triumphantly, smiling brightly. “You can come live with us, in The Shire,” Pippin declares, to which Sam nods earnestly. Frodo, as always of late, seems distracted, but offers me a distant smile.

A laugh of shocked joy escapes my lips, and I look between my valiant hobbit friends with possibly even more affection than before. “Do they even allow that? Big Folks moving into The Shire?”

“Sure they do,” Merry brushes away my concerns, appearing quite assured of himself.

But Pippin only shrugs, seemingly having not a care in the world. “And if they don’t, we’ll just sneak you in.”

“Gondor would be happy to host you as well,” Boromir adds, surprising me a little. We haven’t talked much on this journey, so it’s nice to know that he sees me as enough of a friend to invite me to his home.

Feeling much better, I squeeze Merry and Pippin’s hands. “Thanks, you guys. Really.”

{***}

We stop when it gets too dark for most of us to see.

“We are too far from Rivendell’s borders for me to feel comfortable.” Aragorn shakes his head slowly as he considers our surroundings and the potential risk we face. “I would ask that we keep a double watch tonight, and for many nights to come. Y/n, Legolas?”

Legolas—the only one of us who seems to have an endless supply of energy—jogs to a tall rock a couple hundred meters from camp, and begins to climb. I’m a bit slower to follow.

In the past three weeks, Aragorn has put me on watch eight times, the most only after himself and Legolas, and definitely more than our other companions. Sam shoots me an apologetic look and quietly promises to bring us dinner as soon as it’s ready.

I grab my cloak and follow Legolas’ path, trying to keep my annoyance to a minimum. After all, it’s not the worst thing in the world…staying up most of the night with Legolas, just the two of us.

He hears me coming and turns around with a welcoming smile, lowering a hand to help pull me onto the boulder. His hand is so warm in mine, so solid, and I find myself wishing he wouldn’t let go.

But of course he does, taking his hand from mine the moment I’m settled next to him. I tuck my hands into my cloak, trying not to lament the loss. Regardless of my quickly-growing feelings towards my elven friend, he has never given me an indication that he sees me as anything more than that, a friend, and I need to respect that.

He fixes me with a raised eyebrow, somehow both looking at me and the landscape over my shoulder. “Are you alright with staying awake tonight? It has been a while since you slept fully.”

I freeze, caught in a sudden burst of happiness. He noticed that? Has he been paying attention to me?

Legolas continues, and the fledgling hope that perhaps my affections for him aren’t as one-sided as I thought comes crashing down. “I could speak to Aragorn. It is no issue for me to stand watch alone.”

I briefly close my eyes, berating myself for my stupidity. He’s not commenting on your well-being, he just doesn’t want to have to be alone with you for the next five hours. He must somehow know of your feelings and wants to discourage them — because really, why would an elf want to be with a human?

I purse my lips, desperately not wanting him to know I’m upset. “No, it’s okay, thank you though. I’ll do my part.” My words come out a bit more cooly than I intended, but that’s just as well. Best to seem unattached.

He nods, giving me a funny look, then turns to look back out on the vast expanse of trees.

Nearly an hour passes in silence, then Sam visits, bringing dinner with him. Aragorn had managed to find two rabbits, so we eat well tonight. I savor it, knowing we might not be so lucky tomorrow, or the day after next. As usual, Legolas chooses to eat standing, not willing to sacrifice his careful watch over our surroundings. Knowing he’s got it covered, I sit down on the rock with Sam, having a make-shift picnic. Still, I keep my daggers close and periodically take note of the sounds of the forest, just in case. Sam entertains us with stories from his childhood and of life in The Shire. At a tale of how he and Frodo found themselves running from a furious farmer in the middle of the night, even Legolas cracks a smile.

But eventually, the food is gone and Sam is stifling yawns, so he bids us goodnight, leaving me alone with Legolas once again.

I stand, brushing the dust off my leggings, and take my place next to him.

His eyes never leave the horizon, but I hear his voice, soft, quiet, and almost hesitant-sounding. “Is it true that you haven’t a home to return to?”

I’m a bit caught off guard. During that conversation earlier in the day, Legolas was all the way at the front the group, leading with Aragorn. I didn’t know he’d heard that. “Uh, yeah.” I nod, trying to project a confidence I don’t really feel. “It is.”

He goes silent, and stays silent for such a long time that I think that’s all the conversation we’ll have. But then, he speaks again, his voice steady and deliberate. “My home, Taur-e-Ndaedelos, is not safe right now.”

“Oh.” I blink. Is he opening up to me? I try to respond delicately, not wanting to accidentally discourage him from sharing his feelings in the future. “I am sorry. That must be very difficult.”

He waves off my apology, meeting my eyes for the quickest of moments and then turning once more to the landscape before us. “My people get by. I only meant that, perhaps…well, if we succeed, and the Great Evil is defeated, Taur-e-Ndaedelos will be safe, and might even be called Eryn Galen once more.” He shifts from one foot to the other, something I’ve never seen him do. “You would be welcome there.”

A smile—the widest one I’ve managed in a while—spreads over my face, and try as I might, I am unable to reel it in. Because even after all this is over, when the time would come naturally for us to part ways, he wants me still in his life. I’ve always figured that it would hurt me to be parted from him, but I never dreamed that he would feel the same way.

Legolas seems to grow agitated by my silence, and turns to look at me with a measure of stress in his brow. But once he sees my reaction to his words, the lines in his face soften into a grin of his own. “Gimli is similarly without a permanent dwelling. I have extended an invitation to him as well.”

Oh.

Of course.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes at myself, feeling incredibly stupid. Of course I would read into his words. He didn’t mean anything significant by them, he was just offering me a place to stay, like he obviously would to any of his friends. Because he is a kind, good, and noble ellon.

Of course he doesn’t feel the same way as I do.

I was silly to hope.

I try to keep the smile plastered to my face and not let him see my crushing disappointment. That would be horribly embarrassing, and I’m not sure I could take the pity that would surely be on his compassionate face if he had to verbally express his disinterest.

“That—” my voice sounds annoyingly weak, and I clear my throat to correct it. “That’s really kind of you, Legolas. Thank you.”

There’s a question in his eyes, but he doesn’t ask it, only nods once and returns to his watch of the forest.

For my part, I try to turn all of my focus to the task at hand, reminding myself that, even if he never loves me back, I am truly lucky to have such a wonderful friend.

A/n See you all tomorrow with part two! Likes, comments, and reblogs make my day! Also, let me know if you would like a tag.

Masterlist

Next part

[elvish-sky]

That Oblivious {Legolas x Reader}

A.N: This one was ridiculously fun to write! I got to incorporate one of my favorite little tropes that I’ve always wanted to put in a fic. Thank you very much for this request, Anon. I hope you enjoy it!

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: helloo! I'm not sure this is the right way to do this, (please tell me if it isn't and how to do it properly, and sorry!!) but may i request a legolas x reader where the reader is part of the fellowship, and merry and pippin make their mission to get them together because they noticed how they feel for each other? take your time and thank you!!

Word Count: 1,521

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Summary: Noticing the connection between you and Legolas, Merry and Pippin attempt to get you to realize your feelings for each other.

Warnings: Some insinuations, fluff

****

That Oblivious

“Pip! Have you noticed that?” Merry had run up alongside Pippin, returning after walking behind you and Legolas.

“Notice what?” Pippin was confused. He hadn’t seen any mushrooms, and no one else had done anything even mildly amusing in several days. To tell the truth, Pippin was beginning to get bored.

“Well,” Merry had that glint in his eyes that meant he was planning something. “I was behind Y/N and Legolas, and they were talking about archery and elves, rather boring things if you must know. However, they do seem like they might be good together. I think we should set them up!”

Pippin perked up. “I like that idea!” He thought back over the last several weeks with the Fellowship, remembering the glances one of you had snuck at the other when you didn’t think anyone would notice. How whenever you were going on and on about something boring, Legolas would be rapt with attention, and when he cooked you were always the first to praise his skills, even though they were rather mediocre.

“The only issue is, I’m not sure they know that they’ve fallen in love. This is going to take some work.” Merry was ready, though. He, like Pippin, had been getting tired of the mundane regularity of the journey.

“Alright then. Where should we begin?”

Merry slung his arm over his friend’s shoulders. “I was thinking we could start small.”

Coming back to the campsite with armfuls of firewood, you plopped it down next to the fire, and turned, wanting to go grab something from your pack. To your surprise, your stuff was not where you had placed it earlier.

“Y/N?” Legolas called to you from the other side of the clearing. “Why is your stuff next to mine?”

You jogged over to him to see that your bedroll had, in fact, been placed right next to his, and your packs were side-by-side. “I have absolutely no idea. I did not put it there.” You shrugged. “It seems like a pain for one of us to move, let us just stay here.” The elf nodded, and you went back to building the fire. Neither of you noticed the two hobbits congratulating themselves in the background, pleased that the first part of their plan had worked.

You awoke the next morning to the soft sound of breathing in your ear. Surprised, you jerked into a sitting position, and the arm slung across your body flopped back onto the owner. His legs, however, were still slightly entwined with yours.

“Legolas?” You were shocked to find yourself sleeping, snuggling, really, with the elf. He blinked awake, “Y/N? What- why are we sleeping together?”

You shook your head. “I honestly do not know. I woke up, and we were like this. Well, except your arm was around my waist, too.” He was blushing like mad, now. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Our bedrolls were close together last night and somehow we must have shifted closer, and I’m a snuggler when I sleep…” He was rambling now.

“It’s ok, Legolas.” You were laughing at him at this point. “I did not mind, and it is not like we did anything wrong!”

“Ok.” He looked sheepish. “Shall we not speak of this to anyone else?”

You agreed and shook his hand to seal the deal. Rising, you separated your bedding and packed it up, then going around and waking everyone up to start the day. Hidden from your view, Merry and Pippin had been perched in a tree and seen you and Legolas sleeping.

“I cannot believe that did not work!” Merry was disappointed. “Do not worry, Merry! We still have many more plans to get to!” Pippin was rubbing his hands together in excitement. Clambering down the tree, the two hobbits pretended to come from the direction of their bedrolls, yawning as they walked over to you and Legolas.

“Morning, Y/N, Legolas! How did you sleep?” Merry was going to have a little fun with this and stifled a chuckle as the two of you looked everywhere except at each other.

“That was ridiculous.” Merry was furious as he plopped down on a rock next to Pippin. They had spent most of the day walking trying to put you and Legolas in situations where you’d realize. They had tripped you to make you fall into Legolas’ arms so many times that Aragorn was worried you might have a balance issue, and Legolas was worried about Pippin’s eyes given the amount they’d winked at him.

“We shall not give up yet!” Pippin was still very determined. “I have a plan.”

“Pip, your last six plans have not worked. It might be time to give up.” Merry was rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

“Nope! This time it’ll work, trust me.” Pippin was dead set on success.

Meanwhile, you were down at the stream with Legolas, Frodo, and Sam, washing off in the water. The males had kept their trousers on, and you had your chest wrappings and underthings to cover yourself, but the rest of the clothing was lying in piles on the rocks. As you were washing your hair, Frodo and Sam got out of the water and, after redonning their shirts, made their way back to the campsite. You were left alone with Legolas, and it was a little awkward, but fine. After rinsing your hair off, you turned back to the shoreline, intending to get your clothes and go warm up at the fire.

Your clothes, along with the elf’s, were gone.

“Legolas!” His head whipped towards you, water spraying as his wet hair moved. “Where are our clothes!” As he looked towards where they should have been, you could see his eyes widen. “I don’t know! I bet someone took them as a joke.”

“Well, we should go back to the campsite and see if any of our companions know of their whereabouts.” You exited the water, dripping without anything to dry yourself on, and rather cold in the night air. Legolas, emerging next to you, was determinedly not looking at your glistening body, how the drops of water ran along your smooth skin, how the soaked wrappings on your chest left little to the imagination and your underthings clung to your skin. You, in turn, were trying not to focus on how the soaked fabric of his trousers on his legs clearly outlined all his muscles, accentuating his already apparent strength.

Each trying to not stare at the other, you stomped back into the campsite to see your clothes lying next to Merry and Pippin by the fire. Stomping over to them, rather embarrassed to be this undressed out of the water in front of the whole group, you grabbed your trousers, yanking them on, and pulled your tunic over your head.

“Why did you steal our clothes?” You were mad. Very mad. And, judging by the expression on Legolas’ face, he was too.

“In our defense, you weren’t supposed to just come right back when you found out your clothes were gone,” Pippin muttered. “What?” Legolas, with his keen elven ears, had heard him. “What else would we have done?” You were confused and didn’t notice the smirks on the faces of everyone else around the fire. Pippin was about to retort but thought better of it. Instead, he and Merry came and sat across from the two of you as the rest of the Fellowship looked on. You were a little worried by the seriousness on the two hobbits’ faces.

“Y/N, Legolas, we have something to tell you.” Merry was a little exasperated, but Pippin looked as if he was desperately trying to hold in his excitement.

“What?” You gestured apprehensively for them to continue.

“Y/N, you are in love with Legolas.” Merry looked delighted with himself after speaking. An immediate guffaw was heard from Boromir, seeing where they were going with this. You, meanwhile, were processing this statement in shock.

“And you, Legolas, are in love with Y/N.” Pippin looked just as pleased with himself as Merry had.

You and Legolas were sitting there, shellshocked. You came to a conclusion first.

“By the Valar. I am in love with Legolas!”

“And, somehow without my knowledge, I’ve fallen in love with Y/N!”

The twin looks of shock on your faces were too much for the rest of the Fellowship, after attempting to hold it in, they all collapsed, laughing.

“What kind of confession did we just witness?!” Aragorn was possibly dying of laughter.

Boromir agreed. “How can two beings possibly be that oblivious?!”

Ignoring them, you looked into the eyes of the elf. “You love me? Really?”

He nodded. “It snuck up on me, but yes. I do.”

“I love you too, Legolas.”

He lifted his arm with a delighted expression, gesturing for you to scooch closer. Doing so, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him. You rested your head on his shoulder, content to sit there with him and watch your friends roll around on the forest floor, still consumed with laughter.

Everything tag 💞: @entishramblings @boyruins @itgetsatadhazy @anjhope1 @hey-its-nonny

Legolas tag: @sheriffgerard

[idjitlili]

Oh no, all the hobbits Aragorn.

Aragorn x reader.

Request for Thatfoolishhuman 'I would love an Aragorn imagine! Could you do one where the Mc is a healer (like, she can make wounds disappear with her hands.) and she patches Aragorn up after a battle and he falls in love with how gentle she is.'

Summary: Imagine being apart of the fellowship, being Gandalf's niece , you learn some stuff from him whether he liked it or not. Basically following the fellowship in secret from Rivendell, until you slipped up.

A/n: Arwen and Aragorn aren't together in this imagine, he still grew up with Elrond. A pitch is a piggyback ride it's the original name for it. Totally didn’t make a meme for this

Word count:2253

Warnings: I'm British, so spelling for certain words differs, such as grey, colour, among other words, don't be mad please.

Growing up around a wizard, especially Gandalf the grey, you learnt a lot. He just left books laying around, books full of spells. Of course Gandalf wasn't really related to you, but he might as well have been. Your parents travelled a lot, so you ended up being around Gandalf most of your childhood.

Gandalf had taught you some basic spells, nothing major, healing spells mostly, children are clumsy. It was no secret your parents didn't like you running through the forests, saying it was too dangerous , general protectiveness, you guess. Many times they proved that they were right, many times you had fallen into traps left for animals. You would've probably bled out, if it wasn't for Gandalf.

Still living with your parents, no longer a child, not knowing what you wanted to do, you parents wanted you to go work in the local bakery, not wanting you to travel around like they did, dangerous times with black riders frequently on the road and such. But of course you didn't want a simple life.

Again your parents had left on business, this time you didn't go to Gandalf's house, you had maybe listened in, when going to visit Frodo , only to see Samwise Gamgee listening under the window. You know how it goes, Gandalf caught him, not you.

You ended up following Frodo, Sam , Merry and Pippin. Life is boring, might as well take a risk, you longed for adventure, like the mister Bilbo. 

Surprisingly the elves had not even noticed you at Rivendell, actually not surprising Gandalf had brought you there many times, so they probably thought you were with him. You had waited in the trees outside Rivendell's gates, for them. 

You hadn't know what was actually going on , or whether there would actually be a quest, but to your lucky there was. Not really lucky for Boromir though... soon enough Frodo and Gandalf had emerged along with 7 others.

You weren't noticed for a long time considering, Frodo's fault completely, when Frodo had fallen down the mountain in the snow, you had been hiding not so great in the snow, and of course Frodo landed facing you. While Aragorn had rushed back to Frodo, Frodo's face was laced with confusion as he stared at you.

"Y/n...?" Frodo had stood up, not realising he had dropped the ring, you rising with your backpack and coat one, with the snow littering your hair.  Aragorn had just stared too moving towards Frodo, carefully, the others travelling down to see what was going on.

"Oh, Frodo!  What are you doing here? I was just out to get some milk for my dinner." Standing calf deep in snow, freezing, yet your facing burning with embarrassment.

"I was wondering when you'd reveal yourself." Gandalf chuckling , of course he knew you were there, but what you didn't know was that Gollum had been not even three feet away from you..  Gandalf had turned back grabbing the ring from Boromir and launching it at Frodo, like he was Michael Jordan.

"Gandalf who is this?" Gimli of all of the fellowship had questioned you, he wasn't afraid to speak his mind.

"Y/n is my niece , now come along we don't have all day."

Thus, you were no longer a stalker , but part of the fellowship. Time had passed and you had lost your uncle, but it didn't feel right, you couldn't process his death, so you pretended he just slipped on some bread and was at home resting.

Soon enough you were all heading for Lothlórien, without realising it, you had stayed close to Legolas at this moment, mostly to bug him.

"If elves are so great, then how didn't you notice me? For all you know I could've been watching you pee, I wasn't but I could've been.  While you was sleeping I could've chopped your hair off and made a wig. Why do you look like your are apart of a dance routine? Why do you float? How does it feel to have a dick for a father?" Rambling on , you are surprised that Legolas doesn't whoop you, he could've, you wouldn't have been able to do much, you aren't the best person at defence.

You couldn't tell if you was annoying Legolas or not, but Gimli had kept smirking your way, as he stomped through the forest.

"Hey, Legolas? "

"Yes, y/n?" Legolas had sighed , he much preferred Gimli antics.

"Can I have a pitch?" But he had just stared at you, frowning, huffing you had walking around Legolas so you was next to Aragorn. Only for your ankle to roll, making you fall into Aragorn, it didn't necessarily hurt but. Aragorn had grabbed you and placed you back onto your feet.

"Um, Aragorn? You know you much better that Legolas..? Can I have a pitch?" You were undoubtedly attracted Aragorn, come on, he looks like a God. Fuck Thor. He didn't even answer just knelt down, allowing you to grip around his neck, and grab your calf's. Carrying on walking with ease.

Raising your eyebrows and smirking at Legolas behind you, he just never showed any emotion, except in that scene with Haldir , where he just smirks creepily in the background.

You weren't particularly close to anyone in the fellowship other than Frodo and Sam. But when Boromir died, yes it was sad, but where did the hobbits go? You had stayed close to Aragorn as he fought down the Uruk-hai as you hid in a tree. Before lifting you down, rushing to dying Boromir.

"They took the little ones,"

"Be still."

"Frodo! Where is Frodo?"

"I let Frodo go."

"Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him."

Kneeling next to Boromir, "The hobbits Aragorn, but we shall get them back." Boromir was too far gone to be saved, the wrong brother died sadly. Boromir eyes had met yours once more , as he smiled , before he finished his speech to his king.

After Boromir was sent home, the fellowship was down to just four, rushing after Merry and Pippin.  "We must hurry! The hobbits Aragorn!" Five minutes of running , and you were already getting a stitch.  This was no time for jokes.

Soon enough Gandalf was alive, and Aragorn was dead, as Théoden had lead you all to helms deep. You had seen Eowyn, oh how heartbroken she was after she found out Aragorn was dead, that bitch knew him for what five minutes, she was already grinding up on him.

You were witch, she was a princess, obviously Aragorn was going to prefer her. Soon enough Aragorn practically marching into helms deep, injured but alive , what's with all the faked deaths.

After Aragorn had done his big speech and everyone had left to get ready for war, you had stayed behind obviously, you didn't want to confront him in front of everyone. "Uh, Aragorn?" You were unsure of yourself, honestly, you can't have a crush on a king. You swear kings have bad hair, lucky Aragorn didn't , look at the British royal family.. now that's embarrassing.

Aragorn had turned Aragorn to face you, waiting for you to speak, he definitely didn't fall from heaven, the Valar decided to test him by shoving him off a cliff.

"Um, I was wondering if I c-could help with those wounds, um, I didn't know if you needed help?" You were sure that your face was probably flushed red, it would be surprising if he could even understand you , as you stumbled over your own words.

Aragorn had nodded , before sitting down near by.  Grabbing the king foil out of your bag , along with other healing herbs, Aragorn had removed his jacket and undone some of the buttons on his tunic. Bringing a stool in front of Aragorn for you to sit.  You weren't about to chew up the kings foil,  tearing it up before trying to gently apply it to the huge gash across his chest.

A small groan had emerged from his lips as you had placed a piece kings foil to the gash too harshly. "Sorry." Looking into Aragorn's bright eyes , for a spilt second before going back to gently placing the kings foil. Aragorn stops you , by grabbing your wrist , not with force, making you look back up at him.

"Do not be sorry, I just fell off a cliff, I've been through worse." A smile reassuring smile plant on his face, but you can only think what is worse than falling off a cliff.

"Okay, sorry, I mean I'm not sorry, you are very intelligent or a king, there's warg! Let's go fight our enemy on the edge of a cliff. Um, actually that's embarrassing because I fell down a well because a owl scared me, I was stuck down there for hours, and then Gandalf found me and used a bucket to get me out. I had to sit in the bucket while he pulled it up."

Aragorn had let go of your wrist , allowing you to continue as you spoke, "you have not changed."

"Pardon?" Aragorn was smiling down at you as your eyebrows scrunched together.

" Last week I saw leaf , hit you in the back of your neck, you jumped three feet in the air." Your face flushed again, as you tried to contain a smile, as Aragorn laughed at you.

"I did not, that was not a leaf, it was a snake!"

"A green round snake, I believe you , y/n" you had stopped applying the kings foil, to put your head between your nerves , to hide your face in embarrassment . "It was a deformed snake."

"Last month, you skidded in mud and fell flat on your back, when Legolas put his hand on your shoulder briefly. Or when you kicked Boromir's cock when he was try-" sitting back up to look at Aragorn.

"You are right, next time it will be you that I will kick." Aragorn could not have shut his legs quicker, making you laugh at him, "I'll have to start wearing a shield."

"Never know when I'll strike, your balls are going to be deformed." Aragorn had gasped at you, as you brought your hand other his wound beginning to heal him as you chanted quietly.

"Such foul language, Gandalf would not approve." Looking up to Aragorn with a small smile, placing your other hand on his shoulder softly, to stop him from moving.  Really the healing didn't take very long, the cut left a blood stain though.  "Stay there," (or you get unprofessional neutering.) Grabbing the water pouch from your bag, and piece of cloth.

Before returning to sit in front of Aragorn with the damp cloth, wiping off the dried blood gently.  You couldn't help but feel like you had done something good today, you got to heal ,clean an very attractive man stopping his wound from getting infected and him dying. 

Plus,he's Aragorn, who wouldn't want to touch his chest.   As you finished, you had look down for your pouch, only to see how blood his hands were. Lifting his hand up to examine it, no way you were a doctor. " How have you not gotten infection? All that Orc blood going into your open wounds." Again having to heal all the  little cuts and slices on his hands.

It was no secret to Aragorn that he had developed a like for you, from the moment Frodo saw you sticking out in the snow like a mole heap.

“Tis the best you are going to be, after this battle you will covered again. Legolas probably glide through here, any minute asking where his beloved is.” Both of you standing up, grabbing your bag, you had leant up to press a kiss to Aragorns cheek, before turning away to head to where the woman and children were, Gandalf’s orders.

Aragorn had stopped you again, by the shoulder, causing you to turn back around. “Y/n, thank you. May I ask for something else?” Aragorns eyes looking into your e/c ones

softly, you had nodded. “Would you accept me courtship?” You had just pressed your lips slow onto his before pulling away.

The door was quickly opened “ARAGORN!” Legolas glided into the room, rushing towards you and Aragorn. Sighing “your beloved is here,” Legolas was stood between both of you, you had to walk around him, to wrap your arms around Aragorn,briefly embracing, before pulling away.

Legolas just stared, “I’m not hugging you too, leg a less, that’s what your name would be if you had no legs, because your legs aragorn”

[zukos-scribe]

Your Heart

Hi! Could you do a Legolas x plus size reader?? The reader is the only female human to be a part of the fellowship and Gimli has basically sworn to protect her even though she can use a sword and fight her own battles. She is really sweet and Legolas has fallen hard for her. Lots of fluff please! If you're not ok with writing a plus size reader that's totally ok. Hope you have a good day!

I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! :)

“Again.”

Aragorn swung his sword at you as the both of you spared, running over some training exercises while you were all settled down for the night.

You blocked his attack and retaliated with your own, continuing on the short pattern that you had learned long ago.

“Good job,” Aragorn nodded. You thanked him, putting your sword down and grabbing a sip of water. Sitting down next to Gimli, you drank and looked around the small camp that you all had put up.

Frodo was sitting next to Sam, looking tired and not speaking. Sam talked to him while cooking, Merry and Pippin sat nearby smoking. Gandalf was carrying a new conversation with Aragorn and Legolas as Gimli stared at you.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded.

“Yeah, getting hungry though.”

He dug into his pack and brought out a small piece of bread. 

“Here, have this,” he said, handing you the bread. You felt bad that he was giving you so much of his own food, so you broke it in half and gave him one part.

“I don’t need all of this. You need to eat too. Besides don’t you think I could stand to lose a little weight?” you asked, pulling at some of the chub on your stomach.

Gimli glared at you.

“What’s gotten into your head? You need to eat, so why are you trying to skip out on your dinner?”

He shoved the bread back at you once again. You sighed, took it back and rolled your eyes.

“All I’m saying is that I have stores of fat to help me so that I don’t need as much food as you have been giving me. I’m sure that someone else needs food too.”

Gimli huffed.

“I don’t see why you have to bring your weight into this. I’ve got fat too, and the hobbits have some, and everyone else has enough food. So just eat.”

“Well what about Legolas,” you shot back. “I rarely see him eat.”

“Who cares about the stupid elf?” he retorted. 

You stuck your tongue out at him before standing up. You shoved one part of the bread in your mouth and walked over to where Legolas, Aragorn, and Gandalf were talking.

“Hey boys,” you said as you approached.

“Hello dear, what can we do for you?” Gandalf asked.

“I just wanted to know if any of you were hungry. I have some extra bread that I don’t need.”

“I am fine, thank you Y/N,” Aragorn responded. Gandalf responded in kind before asking Aragorn another question.

You turned to Legolas and offered the bread.

“Are you sure that you are full?” he asked with concern.

“I am sure, do not worry about me.”

He nodded his head in thanks as he took the bread.

“I always have concern for my friends. You are no different Y/N.”

You could feel a small blush cross your face. You nodded at him again before turning to make your way back over to Gimli. 

Gimli narrowed his eyes and looked between Legolas and yourself. He noticed the blush on your cheeks but didn’t say anything. He was more concerned with the way that Legolas was watching your figure as you moved along the edge of the camp. 

Not in the way that someone would if they were worried that you were about to be attacked. It was a loving way, with light in his eyes and a soft smile on his face.

“Fukin stupid elf.”

~~~~

Gimli had been extremely protective over you for a long time. He owed you for his mother’s life after all.

You were a healer, and had been crossing through the area when Gimli’s mother had gotten extremely ill. Him and his father were trying to find anyone that could help, but there wasn’t anyone available. You had heard about the situation and made your way to the family home.

Through the course of three days you got no sleep, tending over the ill woman and her family (making sure that they get enough rest) and eventually bringing her back to the land of the living. 

Gimli was so thankful that when he realized you were a ranger and healer he swore to protect you from anything and everything for as long as he could, even though he knew you were a skilled fighter.

A natural friendship proceeded to bloom, which had led the two of you to Rivendell for the meeting of the ring. You had recognized Aragon from having met him a few years before, which helped you both even more in feeling comfortable.

You were excited to meet Legolas as well, even though Gimli was really cold towards the elf. You were naturally really sweet and friendly, so it wasn’t hard for the rest of the fellowship to warm up to you.

And then Legolas started developing feelings for you. And you for him, even though you didn’t realize it. Elven romance was something that you didn’t know much about. So you didn’t pay much attention to it. 

Aragorn and Gandalf noticed the attraction first, seeing how Legolas would watch you constantly. Then Gimli noticed, followed by Frodo and Sam. Merry and Pippin were oblivious towards it.

And you were oblivious towards the feelings that Legolas had for you.

As you realized more and more that you were falling for the elf, your insecurities started to grow. Elves were so graceful and elegant. They were skinny, fit, and all around beautiful.

You did not consider yourself to be beautiful. Especially by elven standards. Chubby, dirty, loud, and clumsy. What elf would fall in love with you.

Legolas would, as it turns out. 

As much as Gimli didn’t particularly like Legolas (or elves in general) he couldn’t deny that there was something special between the two of you. So he pushed his own opinions and feelings aside for you.

He began to try and set ‘traps’ for the two of you to have to work side by side. Only little things at first, cooking, scouting, cleaning. 

Sometimes it gave you time to have small conversations about unimportant things, but other than that, there wasn’t much going on between the two of you.

Gimli was getting fed up.

He finally got a better chance during a small fight with a group of orcs. There was only a small handful of them that ambushed you guys while you were hiking.

Both you and Legolas were standing quite close to one another, and Gimli noticed. There also happened to be a small drop in the earth that you were standing too close to.

And Legolas seemed worried that something might happen to you, and stayed particularly watchful of you.

Gimli had a new plan.

The next orc that came at him, he grabbed it by the arm and threw it. The orc knocked you into the small drop in the earth, then fell to the ground near Legolas, who killed him.

Legolas noticed that you were nowhere to be seen and it sent him into a complete panic. He ran over to the drop and noticed you lying on the ground. Without hesitation, he jumped into the hole and ran to your side.

“Are you alright?” he questioned.

You groaned and nodded, sitting up. 

“Yeah, just bruised.”

He frantically checked you over before crushing you into a huge hug. It was strange, because he was hugging you in the human style instead of the elven style. This was the first time he had ever shown you so much affection.

“I was so worried my love.”

“Love?!”

Legolas sighed before tilting your head up to meet his eyes. 

“Yes… I am in love with you. Everything about you makes my heart soar more than you know.”

You paused.

“But I am not an elf. I am not graceful, thin, or delicate like elves either. How could you love me?”

Legolas shook his head. 

“I love you because of your heart, and your smile. The way you laugh and the jokes you tell. Your spirit and cleverness. I don’t care what you look like. You have my heart anyway.”

A few tears gathered in your eyes. Legolas nudged your nose with his own before pressing a kiss to your lips. 

Above, Gimli stood there smiling. 

‘Finally,’ he thought. ‘He better make her happy though or I’ll axe him.”

[jazzistolkienfanfics]

Darling, I’m right here - Eomer x reader

Hi!! I LOVE your Éomer fic. I was wondering if I could request another Éomer fic with the prompts 18 and 37? Thank you so much in advance! ❤

Thanks @elessandre​ ! 

One Eomer imagine, coming right up!

18. “Please, tell me this is a joke. This is a trick, right?” 37. “I can’t imagine my life without you.” “Please don’t.”

Type: Imagine Pairing: Eomer x reader Summary: when Y/N catches a drunk Eomer doing something he shouldn’t, her heart is broken  Warnings: sadness, kinda angsty, vomiting, ‘shit’, ‘dick’. Also, I’ve never drunk and subsequently never had a hangover before, so … sorry for my probably bad descriptions. Word Count: 

A/N - the title is from a song called ‘Butterfly’s Repose’.

It was a joyous night in Rohan, with dancing Hobbits on the tables, an Elf and a Dwarf somewhere having a drinking game (Y/N watching from Eomer’s side with amusement) and the return of Aragorn. 

Y/N had, indeed, stayed by the Captain of the Rohirrim all night, letting him give her drink after drink as they both danced, laughing loudly.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised suddenly, disappearing off to who knows where. Y/N shrugged, picking up a conversation with Eowyn, who seemed to be quite enamoured with Aragorn.

After fifteen minutes passed, and Y/N still didn’t know where Eomer had gone, so she excused herself, looking for the attractive man.

Of course, that was how Y/N felt about Eomer. Attracted to him. He was kind and funny, strong and stern, one of the best warriors she knew, and a total softie, all at once. 

There’d been several inexplicable moments where Y/N and Eomer had stared at each other with no sound but each other’s beating hearts, the space between them at once agonisingly far and strangely close. Y/N had always been the first to break eye contact with a deep flush spreading across her s/c cheeks, looking at the floor with a wide grin.

And tonight, with the help of a lot of alcohol, Y/N planned to confess how her racing heart had made her feel, how much she admired, and, truth to be told, loved Eomer. She was going to tell him.

It was difficult for the (height) girl to push her way through the masses of drunkenly staggering people and look for Eomer at the same time, but eventually she could see the long blond hair with a strands of brown, and she made her way towards him. 

His back was turned to her, and as Y/N edged around to try and approach him from the front, she saw something that she hadn’t seen from behind, and couldn’t stop a pained whimper slipping from her lips.

Eomer’s arms were wrapped around the waist of a h/c girl, and he was kissing her as though she gave him life.

I was such a fool, Y/N stared, shocked. Such an idiot to believe any of those ‘moments’ really mattered.

She couldn’t bring herself to just stare at the two anymore - it made her sick to her stomach, and a raging fire of jealousy and pain swelled within her.

“Please, tell me this is a joke. This is a trick, right?” Y/N had meant for the words to come out more powerfully, stronger, angrier, but instead her voice cracked and pain seeped through every broken word. 

The girl ripped herself away from Eomer, blinking rapidly and glancing at Y/N with a guilty side-look. When the mystery kisser took in the other h/c girl, she looked back to Eomer, shaking her head and slipping back into the drunken crowd. 

Eomer himself swallowed, staring at Y/N with a confused kind of drunkenness, guilt and happiness and love and impartiality all in one gaze. “Y/N, I-”

“No, go and be with … that was Leowena, wasn’t it?” Y/N swiped her eyes furiously, resolving not to waste any more of her shattered heart on him. “Go and be happy. I was stupid to think anything we ‘shared’ really mattered.”

 It looked like Eomer was about to protest again, but Y/N held up one of her hands, barely composing herself.

“No. You’re drunk right now. Go home, go sleep it off, and then you can be with her. I-I don’t care.” Y/N’s voice cracked on the last lie. 

He swayed slightly, and before he could reach out again, Y/N turned and disappeared, running to anywhere where she didn’t have to face him, didn’t have to show him how hurt she was.

Because even as she ran, she left a trail of salty droplets on the stone floor, and her soft cries echoed off the walls.

—

Y/N vomited again, retching until some liquidy mess that was mostly ale came up into the bucket before her. She wiped her mouth with a rag, a disgusted look on her face as she shoved the sick out of her sight.

Blinding pain made the pale morning sun’s rays on the floor seem like staring straight into the sun itself. Y/N squinted, falling backwards onto her bed with a groan.

Her memories of the celebration itself were fuzzy, but as she sat up and held her head in her hands, it began to swim back to her, along with a pain very different from her hangover headache.

“What a mess.”

Y/N looked up, wincing at the loud voice (that probably wasn’t at all so but it sounded like screaming to her), and felt a pang when she saw long blonde hair. Then, she cursed herself for being so obsessed, realising that it was, in fact, Eowyn.

“You think?” Y/N moaned. “I drank way too much last night. I feel like shit.”

“Did it go well, at least?” Eowyn asked, her  perpetual cheerfulness now toned down as she recognised the hell of a hangover Y/N was suffering through.

“Did what go well?” Y/N asked, her words muffled as she resolved to lie back down with a wet cloth over her face.

“You know what I mean.” The hungover girl could practically hear the blonde rolling her eyes. “You and my brother. He’s literally smitten with you - I assume that’s why you ditched me.”

 “Oh.” Y/N’s voice was suddenly very small. In her mind, she saw Eomer and the other h/c girl, kissing, hands everywhere, and she squeezed her eyes closed. “No, it didn’t.”

“Oh, Bema (basically God for the Rohirrim),” Eowyn growled. “He is such a dick.”

“No, Eowyn, he- he wants to be happy. I want him to be happy too. If that h/c girl gives him what he wants … then we are both satisfied.”

“That’s a load of shit, Y/N,” Eowyn retorted. “You and I both know that you and Eomer are head over heels in love with each other. You need to stop being so selfless and spouting this crap and tell him that he hurt you! And what’s this about a h/c girl?” 

Y/N told Eowyn the full story, and was shocked when she began to laugh, slowly and kinda sadly, but still her usual clear laugh nonetheless.

“Y/N … Lowena looks pretty similar to you. Eomer probably thought you weren’t reciprocating his feelings because I know that when you have a crush you can get cold because you’re confused.” Y/N winced at Eowyn’s accurate analysis, but motioned for her to continue. “He was kissing her because she reminded him of you. He wanted to know what it was like to kiss you.”

Y/N remembered how Leowena, a normally kind girl, had pulled away from Eomer, shaking her head. “Oh. But that doesn’t make any of this-”

“Right, I know,” Eowyn sat next to Y/N pulling her up into a cross-legged position. “Which is exactly why you should go and tell him that.” 

Y/N squinted at Eowyn. “You’re too damn psychologically talented for your own good.”

Eowyn shooed her out of bed, telling her Eomer was likely to be ‘sulking’ outside. 

She was right - as the wind pulled at Y/N’s dress and h/l hair, she found the large silhouette standing, silhouetted against the far-too-bright sun. He was sitting on some rock, curled in on himself in an unusual display of frailty. 

As she crept closer, she heard a single soft sniffle, instantly muffled as he rocked slowly back and forth. 

Y/N sat next to him without a word, following his gaze to the rolling green grasses of the Rohirrim lands.

“I was drunk,” he began quietly, without any greeting. But somehow, it was as good a start as any. “I was drunk, and I was the saddest I’d ever been.”

“When you left me to go-” Y/N cut herself off. “To- to go get drinks, you seemed happy.”

“Drunk me isn’t like drunk you,” Eomer said. “Drunk me thinks about every truth I’ve hidden from myself. And I was looking at this absolutely beautiful girl I was dancing with, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling when you did - and I thought to myself…” at this, he smiled sadly. “I thought: ‘I just had to fall for the one who wouldn’t like me back’.”

“And Lowena?” Y/N was determined to get the whole truth out of him.

Eomer confirmed what his sister had been saying. “She looks like you, Y/N. I saw her … and then I saw you instead of her. And I don’t know what happened, but I kissed her.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, looking to the side at Eomer, who, sometime during his explanation had let a tear fall down his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” his voice cracked on her name. “You don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

Y/N stared at him for a couple seconds, taking in everything that he was, and she reached out to squeeze his hand. “I think I can forgive you.”

“You can?”

“I can’t imagine my life without you.” Y/N smiled, and it was finally a happy one instead of sadness seeping through it. 

“Please don’t.” The words were barely a whisper.

Y/N leaned into him, resting her head on Eomer’s shoulder. He pulled her closer and let his arm around her shoulders, turning his head to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I could never replace you,” he admitted. 

“Good thing you don’t have to.” 

Slowly, hesitantly, but surely, she pressed her lips to his, in a soft, sweet kiss.

A promise.

Darling, I’m right here.

[elliemarchetti]

An Unfriendly Waste

As someone seems to have appreciated the previous chapter, here is the sixth, in which Elva, the half-elf protagonist who left together with the Fellowship in place of Legolas, and her companions begin to sail south.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Words: 2250

The Fellowship went on their long way down the wide hurrying waters, borne ever southwards. Bare wood stalked along either bank, and they couldn’t see any glimpse of the lands behind. The breeze died away and the River flowed without a sound, not even the birds’ voices breaking the silence. The sun grew misty as the day grew old, until it gleamed in a pale sky like a high white pearl, fading finally into the West, followed by an early dusk and a grey, starless night. Far into the dark quiet hours they floated on, guiding their boats under the overhanging shadows of the western woods. Great trees passed by like ghosts, thrusting their twisted thirsty roots through the mist and down into the dreary, cold water. Elva sat listening to the faint lap and gurgle of the River fretting near the shore, until her head nodded and she fell into an uneasy sleep on Haldir’s shoulder, who carried her ashore and wrapped her in his cloak, as Gimli, who had taken on the task of lightning a small fire, later brough back to her.

"You've been lucky, if it was just my job I don't know if I would’ve managed not to get you into the water, as tall as you are," joked the dwarf. To have elven blood, Elva wasn’t particularly tall, but to dwarves and hobbits they all had to appear equally part of the Tall People. The time for jokes was incredibly short, as they started again before the day was broad, not that most of the Fellowship were eager to hurry southwards: they were content that the decision, which they must make at latest when they came to Rauros and the Tindrock Isle, still lay some days ahead, so they let the River bear them on at its own pace, having no desire to hasten towards the perils that lay beyond, whichever course they took in the end. Haldir let them drift with the stream as they wished, husbanding their strength against weariness to come, but Aragorn insisted that at least they should start early each day and journey on far into the evening, for he felt in his heart that time was pressing, and he feared that the Dark Lord hadn’t been idle while they lingered in Lorien. Nonetheless, they saw no sign of any enemy that day, nor the next. The dull grey hours passed without event, but as the third day of their voyage wore on, the lands changed slowly: the trees thinned and then failed altogether, while on the eastern bank they saw long formless slopes stretching up and away towards the sky, brown and withered, as if fire had passed over them, leaving no living blade of green, an unfriendly waste with nothing to relieve the emptiness. They had come to the Brown Lands that lay, vast and desolate, between Southern Mirkwood and the hills of the Emyn Muil. What pestilence or war or evil deed of the Enemy had so blasted all that region, even Haldir couldn’t tell. Upon the west, to their right, the land was also treeless, but flat, and in many places green with wide plains of grass. On this side of the River they passed forests of great reeds, so tall that they shut out all view to the west, as the little boats went rustling by along their fluttering borders. Their dark withered plumes bent and tossed in the light cold airs, hissing softly and sadly. Here and there through openings Elva could catch sudden glimpses of rolling meads, and far beyond them hills in the sunset, and away on the edge of sight a dark line, where marched the southernmost ranks of the Misty Mountains. There was no sign of living moving things, save birds, but they were seldom seen, small fowl whistling and piping in the reeds. Once or twice the travelers heard the rush and whine of swan-wings, and looking up they saw a great, black phalanx streaming along the sky.

“How wide, empty and mournful all this country looks,” said Elva. “When I was younger, I always imagined that as one journeyed south, it got warmer and merrier, until winter was left behind forever.”

“But we haven’t journeyed far south yet,” answered Haldir. “It’s still winter, and we’re far from the sea: here the world is cold until the sudden spring, and we may yet have snow again. Far away down in the Bay of Belfalas it’s warm and merry, or would be but for the Enemy. You are looking now south-west across the north plains of the Riddermark, ere long we shall come to the mouth of the Limlight that runs down from Fangorn to join the Great River. That is the north boundary of Rohan, and of old all that lay between Limlight and the White Mountains belonged to the Rohirrim. It’s a rich and pleasant land, and its grass has no rival, but in these evil days, folk don’t dwell by the River or ride often to its shores. Anduin is wide, yet the orcs can shoot their arrows far across the stream, and of late, it’s said they have dared to cross the water and raid the herds and studs of Rohan.”

Elva looked from bank to bank uneasily. The trees had seemed hostile before, as if they harbored secret eyes and lurking dangers; now she wished that the trees were still there, as she felt that the Fellowship was too naked, afloat in little open boats in the midst of shelterless lands, on a river that was the frontier of war. In the next day or two, as they went on, borne steadily southwards, this feeling of insecurity grew on all the Fellowship, so they took the paddle and hastened forward, the banks sliding by and the River broadening and growing shallower: long stony beaches laid upon the east, and there were gravel-shoals in the water, so that careful steering was needed. Elva shivered, thinking of the lawns and fountains, the clear sun and gentle rains of Lothlorien. There was little speech and no laughter in any of the boats for each occupant was busy with his own thoughts: Haldir’s heart was running under the stars of a summer night, Merry and Pippin were ill at ease, for Boromir sat muttering to himself, sometimes biting his nails, as if some restlessness or doubt consumed him, sometimes seizing a paddle and driving the boat close behind Aragorn’s to peer forward, gazing at Frodo. Sam had long ago made up his mind that, though boats were maybe not as dangerous as he had been brought up to believe, they were far more uncomfortable than even he had imagined. He was cramped and miserable, having nothing to do but stare at the winter-lands crawling by and the grey water on either side of him. Even when the paddles were in use, they didn’t trust him with one. As dusk drew down on the fourth day, he was looking back over Frodo and Aragorn’s bowed heads when something suddenly caught his sight: at first, he stared at it listlessly, then he sat up and rubbed his eyes, but when he looked again, he couldn’t see it anymore. When they camped for the night, certain that no one was paying attention to him, he decided to talk about it with Elva, sure she was the one who would understand the most.

“A log with eyes?” she asked, partly perplexed, partly for confirmation.

“I saw what I took to be a log floating along in the half-light behind Boromir’s boat, but I didn’t give much heed to it,” he confirmed. “Then it seemed as if the log was slowly catching us up, and that was peculiar, as you might say, seeing as we were all floating on the stream together. Just then I saw the shiny eyes, on a hump at the near end of the log. What’s more, it wasn’t a log, for it had paddle-feet, like a swan’s almost, only they seemed bigger, and kept dipping in and out of the water; that’s when I sat right up and rubbed my eyes, meaning to give a shout, if it was still there when I had rubbed the drowse out of my head, for the whatever-it-was was coming along fast now and getting close behind our friends. but whether those two lamps spotted me moving and staring, or whether I came to my senses, I don’t know: when I looked again, it wasn’t there, yet I think I caught a glimpse, with the tail of my eye, as the saying is, of something dark shooting under the shadow of the bank. I couldn’t see no more eyes, so I said to myself I was dreaming again, but I’ve been thinking since, and now I’m not so sure. What do you make of it?”

“I should make nothing of it but a log, the dusk and sleep in your eyes, if this was the first time that those eyes had been seen, but it isn’t, and Haldir beheld a strange creature with eyes climbing to the flet that night we slept in the woods, and Elves reported something like that too going after the orcs,” replied Elva, thoughtful.

“I don’t like my thoughts, but thinking of one thing and another, and Mr. Bilbo’s stories, I fancy I could put a name on the creature,” replied the hobbit, instilling a certain terror in her. She had only a vague idea of what Bilbo Baggins had been through on his journey with the dwarves, but whatever might’ve followed them from Moria was no good news.

"I'm not going to ask of your suspicions, just if we have to fear for our lives, or for the mission,” Elva said, wondering why her companion spoke of the matter specifically with her.

"According to Gandalf's thought, I believe that nothing in this journey can be considered safe, and for this I cannot be sure that what I have seen isn’t a risk, but as wise as the Lady you are in your words, since I haven’t yet discussed with Mr. Frodo about it, and I'm not sure I can divulge the details of his relative's story,” Sam replied, slightly blushing. Whether it was for the compliment just given, or for having openly admitted that he was keeping a secret from her, Elva never knew, but still advised him to talk about it with his friend, and once they came to a conclusion, to feel free to talk openly with her, since she wouldn't have mentioned anything to anyone if they didn't want to.

"For the moment, I'll just have an extra eye on it," she concluded, and no more was said that night, though Sam’s words still lingered in her mind for a long time. Was Galadriel as wise as everyone assumed and it was just her whom had misjudged her actions? Or was she a ruthless leader, devoted solely to her own lands and willing to sacrifice her people as needed? Certainly power could’ve corrupted her in far worse ways, and since the bearer of the ring was a hobbit, a being who could do nothing against an elf of that kind, if her heart had been moved by the thirst to be a worthy rival for the Enemy, she could’ve stolen it from him, by deception or by force, yet she hadn't. In conclusion, perhaps she had judged her too harshly, thanks to the fear she had towards her own King, his immense power and fickle character. If only Gandalf had still been among them, she could’ve asked for more information, as he had been the one who suggested to go to Lothlorien, certain that its Lady would offer them help and advice. With those dark thoughts lingering in her head, she fell asleep and came out of it only when Haldir shook her gently in the early morning.

“It’s a shame to wake you,” he whispered, “but it’s time.”

Sure, it was time to go, but it was time to start thinking too about when their paths would part, perhaps forever. If sleeping under the same roof and strolling through the streets of Caras Galadhon had united them, those silent journeys and those kindnesses exchanged under a black and starless sky, in a place where beauty and goodness had long been forgotten, had tightened the knot even more strongly, and Elva feared that to untie it, it would be necessary to cut something, which she was afraid, at least on her side, it would never grow back.

"You should discuss what torments your heart," Gimli said one day, when they docked to rest. After the night Sam had talked to her about the log with eyes, they had reversed their schedule, sleeping by day and travelling by night.

“It would be of no use,” she replied, while setting a rudimental camp, “for what troubles my heart is as inevitable as death itself.”

"Unheard of! A half-elf who talks about death! You will still see endless sunrises, and you will explore the world more than my long-lived race can, before reaching the sunset of your time, and yet you are here to worry about the same pains of us all," the dwarf teased, glancing sideways at Haldir. "It’s true that those who have more time don’t know how to use it.”

Elva didn’t reply, but blushed violently, and that was enough for Gloin's son.

[guardianofrivendell]

PERFECT SECRETS - CHAPTER 4

Legolas x OC

Requested: Nope

Summary:  Mira. A short and unusual name for a short and unusual Elf. After an audience with Galadriel goes sideways, she leaves her birthplace Lóthlorien and the Elves for good.  That is until a certain Gandalf asks for a favor. Come along on her journey, as she reluctantly agrees to accompany Gandalf on the quest to destroy the One Ring.  She befriends every Fellowship member, except one. Legolas and Mira are water and fire from the very first moment they laid eyes on each other. Will this be an obstacle during the quest or is it going to make everything just a little more interesting?

Warnings: none in this chapter, just a stubborn Elf 

Masterlist Perfect Secrets

Guardianofrivendell’s Masterlist

Everyone started to leave after the remaining Council Members had wished them a safe trip. Mira was still trying to wrap her head around it all. It slowly started to dawn on her that she was going to Mordor. Mordor.  It’s not that she was afraid. She was brave enough, she had killed her fair share of Orcs. But this quest was nothing like she had ever done before. She had mostly been on her own, and now had to travel with nine others. Two of them being major dickheads.

“What is clouding your thoughts, my dear?” Gandalf’s voice sounded behind her. 

“Why, Gandalf?” She immediately shot back. 

“Because I was hungry, because I felt like it, it was the right time and because you wanted to. All answers to questions, but none to the one you just asked me. Let me ask you a question in return, Mira. Why not?”

Mira sighed, looking at the other members of the newly founded fellowship. Even though they had volunteered only a few moments before, they all looked so… prepared. 

“Because I’m not ready. This is nothing like the quests we’ve done in the past, Gandalf. I’m sure they all have something to contribute like strength and skills. Filled to the brink with courage, all of them…”

She paused before she added, “Well, of one of them I’m quite certain it’s more stupidity and arrogance than courage but that’s not the point right now. Remember that I did not volunteer myself. You dragged me into this.” She poked his chest to back up her words.  Gandalf wanted to say something, but she interrupted him immediately. “Don’t even think about bringing Galadriel’s words into this!”  He raised his hands in defeat, chuckling lightly. “I was not planning to. Come, child, join me on a walk around the gardens.”

Legolas was talking to Aragorn, briefing him of the escape of Gollum. The reason he came to Rivendell in the first place. Not that he regretted his decision to join the Fellowship, it was the right thing to do and he would do anything in his power to protect the little Hobbit and help destroy the Ring. 

He saw Gandalf talking to the hooded lady. Mira, was it? Everyone could see that she didn’t want to go, and he could hear her complaining about it to the Grey Wizard. Why was Gandalf so keen on bringing her along? What was so special about her? Legolas didn’t like her and that was nothing like him. Somehow she annoyed him terribly. 

“Legolas?” Aragorn repeated. He looked at him in surprise. 

“Welcome back, mellon nin. You were deep in thought! What troubles you?” (My friend)

“Lady Mira. I can not help but have a bad feeling about her,” he stated. 

“And why is that?” 

Legolas watched them descend the stairs, Gandalf a few steps ahead and Mira trudging after him. Even now she still kept her hood up.

“She is constantly hiding underneath her hood. Clearly she does not want to join us. Yet Gandalf insists. I can’t help but wonder why.”

Aragorn smiled. “It’s Gandalf. He always has his reasons.”

“I hope you’re right,” Legolas sighed. He was going to keep an eye on her, until she proved him wrong. 

Mira walked alongside Gandalf through the many little garden paths of Rivendell. She had to admit it was very beautiful and it brought a certain peace to her. She felt almost comfortable being here. Almost. 

“You have skills that will be very useful during our journey, my dear. Do not belittle yourself,” Gandalf began. “Your visions are growing stronger.”

She nodded. “They are, but I can’t control them. I’m vulnerable when I have them, they’re blocking my sight. It’s not something you want to happen mid-fight.”

“There are nine others including myself who can keep an eye on you if that were to happen. You have excellent fighting skills. I cannot see a reason for you not to join.”

She looked at the old Wizard, studying the many wrinkles across his kind face. They went through a lot together, and she suddenly felt the need to protect him overcome her. She thought about all the times she saved him and when he returned the favor. Maybe it was for the best she went with him, if only to keep an eye on him. 

But then she noticed the twinkle in his eyes. 

“Gandalf?”

“Hm?”

“What are you not telling me?”

“These gardens are extraordinary, don’t you think? Let us find Lord Elrond so I can compliment him,” he said with a knowing smile and walked away. Mira stood with her hands down, lost for words. He only did this when he tried to hide something. 

“Gandalf!” she yelled before running after him.

*

Gandalf never told her what he was hiding and after a few days she gave up trying.

He did give her the advice to start getting to know the others before their journey began. Mira agreed, although reluctantly. She didn’t like talking all that much, afraid she would say something that would give her away. But then she realised they probably weren’t even alive back then - well, maybe the Elf was - and she started to feel more comfortable around them. 

She slowly warmed up to Aragorn and Gimli, making her feel a little more at ease. She hadn’t lowered her hood, and they didn’t ask her about it. Yet. 

During meals she preferred to sit with the Hobbits. Their kind and animated personalities made them ideal companions. She especially got along with Merry and Pippin, since Frodo kept mostly to himself and Sam was too busy worrying about Frodo’s wellbeing. It was nice to see how strong their friendship was.  The only two members she tried to avoid as much as she could were Boromir and Legolas and she had the impression they were doing the same. 

She sometimes caught them staring at her during meals, but it wasn’t out of curiosity or even boredom. She knew both men didn’t trust her. Legolas’ electric blue eyes turned cold and distant every time they met hers. If looks could kill, Mira would be slaughtered at least twice a day. 

So to say the fellowship was one tight big family when they left a few weeks later… that would be part truth, and part lies.

Gandalf kept himself close to Frodo so Mira chose to walk with Merry and Pippin instead, sometimes accompanied by Gimli. The Dwarf took a particular liking towards her humor and sarcasm and sometimes the others could hear his booming laughter echoing over the fields.

Legolas kept walking around the group, sometimes going ahead to scout and report to Gandalf and Aragorn on his return. He never stayed with the group and for some reason that irritated Mira immensely. 

She could hear and see everything just as well from her spot in the group, he had no reason to hop around like he was doing right now. He was just showing off. 

When they came to their stop for the night on the 6th day, the Hobbits were exhausted. Gandalf and Aragorn hadn’t allowed them to stop during the day, not even for a meal. The days of constant walking without breaks started to take their toll. And she suspected they finally realized this wasn’t just some fun trip to Mordor and back in a few days. They hadn’t spoken a word for hours.

Sam unpacked his trusty pan and started cooking, but not even the foresight of food could lift the other Hobbit’s spirits up. 

She let herself drop between Merry and Pippin. They hardly acknowledged her presence.

“Hey, it’s okay to be a little scared you know,” she whispered to them. 

“We’re not scared,” Merry said proudly. 

“Course not, and Gimli’s beard isn’t even real!” she laughed. When their eyes widened, she assured them that it was only a joke and she begged them not to go test the authenticity of his beard. 

“I only said that to let you know that I know you’re lying, Merry. But like I said, it’s okay to be scared. I used to be scared all the time.”

She put her hand in her pocket. “Until I got this…”

She opened her palm and showed them what was inside: a blue-green gem stone, shaped like a small rock.

“What is that, my lady?” Merry asked her, looking at the stone in her hand. 

She showed it to them, the blue-green shine reflecting in their eyes. 

“It’s my good luck charm. It was a gift from my father when I was only a child. When I have this with me, I know it will all be okay.” 

“Does it help you win fights?” Pippin wondered.

“It always does, I never lost one since,” she smiled at him. Pippin’s smile grew wider and it warmed her heart, glad to see her trick had helped. 

She took his little hand and placed the stone in it. “Keep this with you,” she whispered to him.  It wasn’t easy for her to part with the gemstone, it was the last thing she had that reminded her of her parents. But when she saw his face light up she knew she’d done the right thing.

“Luck has nothing to do with it, only courage, skills and experience can help you win a fight,” Legolas said to Pippin, before he headed towards the other side of the camp. 

Mira saw Pippin’s smile falter and it made her angry. Who the hell did he think he was?

She stood up and went his way. Legolas stood tall on the top of a large boulder, scanning the surroundings for possible threats. He didn’t even look down when she reached him. 

“What is your problem?”

His eyes met hers briefly, before he continued staring in the distance. 

“You should not give them false hope.”

Mira scoffed. “I’m not giving them false hope! They’re capable of a lot more than you give them credit for!”

He didn’t react to that. In fact, he ignored her completely, his eyes locked to a point somewhere in the distance. Completely fed up with his attitude, she climbed the rock he was standing on and stood right in front of him. 

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” she snapped, poking his chest. 

“I heard you,” he answered.

“They joined the fellowship to help us destroy the Ring, the least you could do is help them in return. Yes, they aren’t warriors or experienced fighters like you and me.” He snorted at that, but she let it slide. “But they want to learn. And you talking them down like that is not helping!”

She turned around, leaving a confused Legolas behind, not sure how he should react. 

When she wanted to jump off the rock, her foot slipped and she would’ve hit her head or made a nasty fall if Legolas hadn’t grabbed her under her arms. 

“It seems like your luck has run out,” he challenged, easily slipping back in his previous attitude. “You might want to ask your stone back.”

“You’re impossible!” she grunted, pulling her arm out of his grasp. 

When she stomped back to Merry and Pippin, she failed to notice the twinkles in Gandalf’s eyes had returned and the suppressed snickers from the others who had watched their interaction with mirth...

A/N: Let me know what you think! Or if you want to take a guess on what will happen next, be my guest :) 

Taglist  @ayo-cowbelly​ @fried-potato-balloon @galileostyles 

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Dimension Jumping pt. 4

The Fellowship x Reader

You went back to work, Pippin is triggered about cookies, and you gotta play mediator.

---

After that whole mushroom scare, you elected to no longer worry about the questionable things the hobbits consume. You kinda just leave it up to Sam to help you cook and make things that everyone likes, though it's hard to please so many people every night when you're not motivated to make more than one dish. 

Trips to the grocery store became a lot more expensive and frequent, and while you can definitely pay for it you know that you can't keep on like this forever. 

So you've decided that the best course of action to take is alternating between working at home and at the office so you can hunt down more leads. 

The reason your boss is so lenient on your attendance is because of your crystal clean record and nature of your job. 

Honestly, you don't even really have to go into work as is, but being as the office is the only place you can really get some human actual interaction (not including Brian). Now though, there's not much of a reason to go. 

But anyway, you decide to go into work today and have yet to tell everyone else, so when you walked out of your room that morning in your business casual outfit and greeted everyone normally, you got a bunch of weird looks. 

"Are you going out somewhere? To the store again, maybe?" Pippin asks, walking up to you with curiosity in his face. 

You reach down and ruffle his hair fondly, replying simply, "I'm going to work today."

"Work?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows, "What about that man who won't stop bothering you?" 

Ah, you should've guessed he would ask about that, "I've just gotta deal with it, babe, it be like that sometimes." 

"Are you sure that's the best idea? He came to your home, after all." Aragorn pipes up from his spot on the couch.

And guess who's in his fucking lap again? That's right, Penny. That bitch (literally).

"I'm not going to be scolded by a dog thief." You reply faux-bitterly, pouting as your gaze fixes on your white fluff ball of joy. 

"Dog thief?" He repeats incredulously, shaking his head, "Just because your dog has taken to me doesn't mean-"

You put your hand up and interrupt not so kindly, "I don't wanna hear it." From the smile threatening to come on to your face, he can tell you're not truly angry or upset, so he allows himself to laugh a bit as he runs a hand down her soft back. 

"Alright," he pauses and his expression becomes more serious, "I still don't think it's a good idea, though. After you lied about being with another person, he's surely not going to be very kind." 

Fair, yes, but you don't care anyway. "I'll be fine, really. The only problem I'll probably have is being worried about all of you all day..." You sigh at that admittance and turn to go put on your boots. 

"If you're sure..." 

"I am." 

---

The day went about as good as you expected it to be.

Brian was all in your business, hanging out in your work area, talking to you and asking about 'Aaron' aka Aragorn and his brother 'Beau' aka Boromir, and touching your shoulders and stuff like a total creep-so. 

Of course, you didn't tell him to fuck off like you wanted to, but that okay because you don't fancy being laid off. 

When you get back you're greeted by two hobbits and a fluffy puppy. The latter of which immediately jumped on you and began to wag her tail so fast that she nearly turns back time. 

You crouch down and wrap your arms around her tightly, speaking in a high pitched voice, "Aw, who's my good girl? I missed you so much my sweet baby, oh I love you so much!" You kiss her multiple times and rock back and forth with her in your arms until she begins to pull back. 

She turns when you let her go and trots back to Aragorn, and the glare you point at him is so withering and resentful that it could've killed a thousand men. 

And by withering and resentful I mean pouty and petulantly irritated. 

He laughs at your expense, but you ignore him and turn to the hobbits and smile at them brightly, "Did ya miss me?"

"Y/N, do you want a cookie?" Pippin asks suddenly, not answering your question. 

"What?"

"A cookie. Like one of those round black and white cookies. Do you want one?" He clarifies, tapping his foot a few times while Merry sighs. 

You look at him weirdly and shake your head no, "Um, not at the moment. No." 

"How can you not want one?" 

"I just don't."

"Fine, then let's say you wanted one and there were some in the cupboard. What would you do?"

"Um, I guess I'd eat one if I were in the mood." 

"Exactly, that's what I'm saying." He states, nodding his head as he looks at Merry.

"Wait, what are you saying? I'm confused." He's literally making no sense. 

"That if someone wants a cookie, then they should get one. It's what people do." 

"I mean, yes I guess you're right..." And then it dawns on you, "Boromir and Aragon won't let you have a cookie." 

"No! Even though I'm practically starving, they won't consider it. They say I must eat lunch first!" He sounds like he's been offended in the worst of ways, insulted and stripped of his rights... what a drama queen. 

"And you don't find that fair?" You ask, leaning back on the balls of your feet as you look at Aragorn over the top of his head with a raised eyebrow. 

Aragorn just shrugs his shoulders.

"You just said that if you wanted a cookie then you would get one, so why can't I? I'm no child, and I can make decisions for myself." 

"Well, I guess that's fair. You are an adult." The only way out of this odd conversation is agreement. 

"It's just not fair. If they want one they can have one, if you want one then you can have one, but if I want one? The rules don't count. Like you said, it's not fair!"

You look at Merry and ask, "Are you having the same problem as him?"

"Yes, but I don't care as much." 

"Well, what are you both going to do about it? Hobbit rebellion?" 

Pippin crosses his arms and grumbles, "Well, I'm going to eat lunch. Because I have to. Because the world isn't fair to hobbits." 

You don't say anything to that and instead slowly walk away from the door, glancing around the room to see if anyone else is there. 

"Where is everyone?" You question, walking up to Aragorn who is crouched down and petting Penny. 

"Gimli and Boromir are outside with Frodo and Sam and Legolas... I'm not sure where he is." 

You hum your understanding and then ask, "So, no cookies for Pippin and Merry." 

He smiles at your question and chuckles quietly, standing back up to his full height, "It's not good for them to have confections without something sturdy first." 

"Well I'm sure you heard, but Pippin is very torn up about it. Absolutely devastated." Of course, you're joking and he can tell as much, though his little speech there almost made you want to comply and give him some cookies against their wishes. 

"Do not worry about them. Once they've eaten they'll get what they desire." He assures, looking over at the two whispering hobbits. 

---

They did end up getting their cookies, luckily for them, and they ate their lunches too. Eventually, Frodo, Sam and the rest of them came back inside, and you noticed right away that they're getting sick of being cooped up inside your house 24/7. 

You can probably take the taller bunch of them out at some point, but they're the least high maintenance of this group. Merry, Pippin, and Sam are just itching to go out and see more than just the rooms of your house and your backyard, and Gimli is starting to get rather stir crazy too. Frodo doesn't seem too bothered by it luckily enough, but that doesn't mean he's 100% good with staying in one place for so long. 

Also, it seems that in your world that ring doesn't have any power because the dark-haired hobbit explained that he hasn't felt or heard anything from it since arriving there. What it sounds like to you is the ring lost its connection since they're in another dimension entirely, which is both good and confusing. 

Anyway, you've been trying to come up with a way to take everyone out of the house at some point so they can see more than just the same things over and over, but you can't really come up with any sort of disguise or cover story that would explain the more vertically challenged 4 of them. Gimli could probably just barely pass if he were to wear taller shoes, and Legolas could probably get by with a hat to cover his ears... but still. 

You don't bring this issue up yet, but you do know that eventually, they'll want to leave and see some more so that they don't go mad inside your house. 

"Y/N?" Someone says loudly suddenly. 

You look over quickly and see Legolas staring straight into your soul. 

Was he talking to you? Did he ask you a question or something? Oh god, you don't know! "Um... yeah?" 

"You did not hear what I said." He states matter of factly, amusement sparkling in his eyes. 

You shake your head 'no' slowly, sheepishly rubbing the back of your head. "N-No, sorry... I was, er, thinking about something."

"May I ask what?" Ever the curious bastard. 

"It's nothing important really, what were you saying?" 

Your quick change in subject does not go by unnoticed, but there is no questioning on it on his part either. Instead, he repeats what he said before, "I only wished to know if I could accompany you on your next outing." 

"Um, well yeah that'd be nice but you'd have to like, wear a hat or something. Your ears will freak people out." You realize how that sounds right away and backtrack quickly, "N-Not that I think your ears are weird or anything! It's just people haven't seen anything like it here, s-so..." Oh god, why did you have to say it like that? 

He raises a delicate blond eyebrow and chuckles lightly, observing your flustered form with humor sparkling in his eyes, "I know you meant no offense. Please, you needn't be so wary of me or your words." 

He has such a whimsical way of speaking, and you find that you like it quite a bit. "Right, sorry... Well, um you can come with me but you've gotta wear a hat." This time when you say it, you say it with a bit more confidence. 

"I can do that." He replies easily. 

---

"Y/N?" Sam calls from his spot on the couch next to you. 

You turn your head away from the TV and look down at him, raising an eyebrow, "Yeah?" 

"Do you abuse drugs? Like how you told that man Boromir does." 

You laugh nervously and answer his question with a question, "Why do you ask?" 

"Because you seemed to know a lot about it when you explained it the other day." 

There is silence for all of 10 seconds. "Well you're damn right I abuse drugs. I see a drug, and I push the hell out of it! Get lost drugs." You exclaim, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Sam looks at you weirdly and asks more slowly this time, "But I thought they weren't alive?" 

"They aren't. It was a joke." 

Realization spreads across his face and he smiles this time, "Oh! Well, it was really funny!" 

You know it wasn't but you take it anyway and look back at the TV. "Well of course it was. I'm hilarious if you haven't already noticed." You don't actually find yourself to be that funny, but if you keep up the confidence and pretend like you know what you're doing; then no one else will question you or your humor. Why did he even ask you that anyways, it was completely random...

"Why did you ask?" You question with furrowed eyebrows. 

Sam's smile fades a bit but doesn't disappear completely, "Oh, well you see I was just thinkin' an awful lot about it and then I figured I might as well just ask since you've never been against answerin' my questions before." 

Fair enough. 

You nod your head in understanding and say nothing more about it. 

This comfortable silence prevails for a little while before there is a sudden crash in the guest room and some yelling. 

You almost get up to go ask what's going on, but Pippin storms out before you have to and goes to join everyone else outside. With a raised brow you turn your head to look back at Sam, but he only rolls his eyes and grumbles, "Those two are always gettin' into something." 

---

Later that night while everyone is winding down and getting ready for bed, though you're still in the living room with your laptop on your legs. 

The TV has long since been turned off so the only sound in the room is the soft clacking of your fingers hitting the letter keys. 

You look up sharply at the sound of a door opening and closing and see Merry leaving the guest room with a sour expression on his face. 

Right away curiosity gets the best of you, but you don't say or do anything right away and instead opt to watch him from over the top of your computer screen to see where he goes. Cause there have been a few instances where you've caught him and Pippin raiding your kitchen for some midnight snacks since you usually work in the dark so they don't see you right away.

Instead of heading towards the kitchen, though, he looks right at you and walks over, taking a seat next to you still without saying anything. 

"Merry?" You question after a moment of looking at him and him looking at the wall, your eyebrows furrowed, "Is everything okay." 

"Pippin isn't talking to me." 

Your mouth runs before you can even think of an actual proper response to that, "Enjoy it while it lasts." 

He looks up at you with an expression akin to annoyance on his face and then grumbles, "I was trying to." 

Ah, so this is more than just a silly little thing.

You move your computer off your legs and place it on the coffee table, turning towards him with your legs crossed on the couch, "Well, what happened? Why won't he talk to you." 

He doesn't reply right away, looking away from your face as he seems to deliberate over telling you or not, "He was being stupid earlier and I smacked him over the head and he dropped his treat on the floor and it got ruined." 

It's silent while you wait for him to go on, but he just continues to look at you expectantly. 

"Wait, that's it?" You ask incredulously, looking at him like he'd grown two heads. 

"Yes, that's it. Is there supposed to be more?" 

Good god, these guys are total babies. 

You sigh and shake your head at the ridiculousness of it all. Though you do have to fix this, so you get up walk over to the guest room and knock on the door lightly. 

Boromir is the person to answer the door, and when he sees you standing there he offers a smile, "Oh, hello Y/N." 

"Yes, hi. Is Pippin in there?" You question, standing up on your toes to look over his shoulder into the room. 

"This is about their argument." He states, not answering your question. 

"It is. Tell him to come here." 

He nods and turns his head, "Pippin, will you join us for a moment?" 

Said hobbit sits up from underneath his pile of blankets and looks over at the two of you wearily, but gets up and walks over regardless. "Yes? What is it?" He inquires, looking up between you and Boromir a couple of times. 

You take a step back and ask quietly so as to not disturb the others, "Why won't you talk to Merry?" 

"Because he ruined my food." He replies curtly, looking up at you with a frown on his face. "Did he send you here to convince me to talk to him again?" 

Yikes, he got you. "Maybe he did." 

"Well tell him I'm not interested." 

"Pippin, come now calm down. Surely Merry hasn't made you that angry." Boromir cuts in, placing his hand down on his shoulder. 

"Can't the two of you try and see this from my perspective?" 

A moment of silence passes by before you slowly crouch down in sync with Boromir. 

"Oh, it is different down here." You comment as a smile begins to creep on your face. 

Pippin doesn't say anything or react right away before he turns and goes back to his makeshift bed and crawls under the covers. 

You stand up normally again and look up at Boromir who also stands to his full height once more, "I think that may have been a mistake." 

"Undoubtedly so." 

You laugh lightly and then step out of the doorway. "I'll go break the news to Merry then, good night." And with that, you walk off down the hallway again and rejoin Merry in the living room. 

When you walk in he looks up and smiles with hope shining in his eyes. 

Poor dear. 

"Well?" He asks, standing up from his spot on the couch. 

"So, I talked to Pippin..." 

"And?"

"Now he's not talking to me or Boromir." 

His eyes go wide and he looks truly shocked. "What!? What did you do?" 

"Well he asked us to see things from his perspective and so we both crouched down to your height and it seemed he didn't quite like that." 

It's silent for about 10 seconds before he slowly continues, "So he's now not speaking to me, you,  or  Boromir? Because you couldn't keep yourself from making a short joke?" 

"That sounds about right." You nod along, plopping back down on the couch. "Hey, don't shoot the messenger."

"The messenger wasn't supposed to tease him more! He probably thinks I sent you to do that!" He complains, standing in front of you with his arms crossed. 

"Then maybe you shouldn't have messed up his food. You know how much he loves it." A rational argument on your end if you do say so yourself. It's true after all. You should be allowed to make short jokes if you want to damn it, and no cousinly spat is going to prevent you from doing just that. And let's be real, getting one of the tall dudes in on it only made it so much more awesome. 

"I suppose that's fair..." 

You nod your head and then pull your computer back into your lap, then say a bit softer, "You should just talk to him and tell him how sorry you are. He's your cousin- he loves you and won't let something silly like this split you up. I'm sure he's only trying to see how long you'll last before going crazy, anyways." 

"Yes... That is something he would do." 

"Mhm. There's no way he's actually mad at you, so go talk to him." You reach out a hand and pat his shoulder gently, a smile upturning the corners of your lips. 

He smiles vibrantly, reaching up to pat your hand on his shoulder lightly, "Thank you!" 

"My pleasure." 

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

Susan and Legolas were the winners of thei group, so here is a long post about them.

I did not forget about those votes! I promise.

Nuada and Gretel are next, but I’m first going to write in “You just had to ask”. I’m working on that ravishing.

***

Susan’s head was paining her. She was beyond exhausted, her body barely seemed to be obeying her, and yet she couldn’t sleep.

She’d felt that way since they’d lost Gandalf. It seemed to her that her body was just going through the motions. She ate when they passed her food, and walked when Aragorn told them to.

But she felt empty.

Susan had felt like this before; after the train accident. She didn’t know how many days passed between hearing the news about her family’s demise, and the next time she managed to sleep.

Everything she’d done after that was just to keep going, because she’d feel horrible if she didn’t at least try living her life.

Once she got to Middle Earth -and that was something she was still trying to wrap her head around -she’d felt as if she had a purpose in life again, a mission. There should be a reason for her to be there.

But Gandalf…

“My lady…” Legolas called softly, approaching her with a cup. “You need to rest.”

“I don’t know if I can.” She confessed.

“Would you like to try this?” He offered her the cup.

Susan narrowed her eyes. “What is it?”

“It’s just sweet wine with some herbs.”

“Is this some medicine to make me sleep?”

“No.” He told her immediately. “I’d never trick you like this. It’s not medicine. The herbs are just to help you relax, but they won’t put you to sleep against your will.”

She didn’t look convinced.

Legolas sighed. “If I may?”

She made a gesture for him to go ahead, and Legolas took a sip from the wine. “I can get you another cup.”

“It’s fine.” She felt her shoulders sagging. “I could use a bit of wine.”

He passed her the cup, then watched in silence as she took a sip.

Legolas had been holding his tongue since he’d met Lady Susan. He’d lived for a quite while now, met many different people and saw a lot. Sometimes there were no words to describe the sights he’d witnessed.

He sometimes had a hard time picturing a future. Of course, as an elf, it was expected that he’d -eventually -sail to the Havens. However this didn’t feel like a plan; it was more of a fact.

Legolas intended to see the end of this Ring because it was the right thing to do; this land needed to be protected from such evil. But beyond that… What else was there?

And that was something that crossed his mind quite often. Until Lady Susan appeared dressed in white.

Legolas was an elf; she’d seen beautiful women before -he’d seen Lady Galadriel not two hours ago -and yet… The sight of Susan in white, running into Rivendell was not one he’d forget soon.

He’d always heard about how elves would fall in love only once. When it happened, he would know, because he would feel certain as he’d never had before. His father used to talk about these things -before Legolas’ mother was gone. Thranduil was different back then, and he’d always say how he knew he’d loved her from the first moment he saw her.

Legolas didn’t actually believe that all that much, he thought his parents were teasing him. He knew he’d love one person truly one day -because that was what happened to elves -but he didn’t think it would be something that simple and that fast.

The joke was clearly on him, since he knew that Susan had his heart, the moment he saw her.

The problem was that Susan wasn’t an elf, so he didn’t think she felt it as intensely as he did -or even if she felt anything at all. His eyes were constantly looking for her, but she seemed concerned about other things.

So Legolas wanted to be there for her, one way or another.

“May I sit by you?” He asked.

“Yes.”

Legolas sat -a respectable distance away -and watched her. She looked exhausted, but she wouldn’t sleep.

They were all feeling the loss of Gandalf, the weight of this quest on their shoulders getting heavier by the minute. But he believed Susan had different concerns.

“Is the wine good?”

She gave him a tired smile. “It is. It’s really sweet.”

“Do you have sweet wine where you come from?” He asked, curious about her world.

“Yes. Although, this one is particularly nice.” Her smile became a bit warmer.

“Oh, you’re only saying that because you haven’t been to Greenwood. We have the best wine.”

She chuckled. “We? So it’s your land.”

“It is, my lady. My father rules it.”

Her eyebrows arched. “So you’re a prince.”

“Yes.”

“I knew there was something royal about you.”

Legolas perked up. “You think so?”

“Now you’re fishing for compliments.”

Legolas chuckled. “I’m not.”

Susan looked at her cup and was surprised to see it was empty.

“Would you like more?” Legolas offered.

“I think that’s quite enough.” Susan sighed. “I’ll try and sleep.”

“Good.” Legolas stood up. “You need to rest.”

“Why are you so kind to me?” She asked before he could go.

“You’re a lady.” He pointed out.

“Yes, I am aware.” She grinned. “And Boromir and Aragorn treat me like a lady. So do the others. You, on the other hand, go the extra mile. Why?”

Legolas lowered his head. “There’s a reason.” He confessed. “But I do not believe you’d like to hear it.”

Susar arched a very expressive eyebrow at him. “Is it because I am a woman?”

“No.”

“Then what?” She pressed.

“My lady…” He sighed. “Can we save this conversation for a time when you’re not so tired and our hearts aren’t so heavy? I assure you this has nothing to do with you being a woman in this quest.”

Susan pressed her lips together, and Legolas kneeled by her.

“I do wish to tell you, but not like this.” He insisted. “Some things are meant to be said at the right moment. And it’s not this moment.”

Susan didn’t look convinced, but she was indeed tired to have this argument just then. “Fine. Keep your secrets, master elf. But you have to tell me.”

“I can assure you, my lady, I will.”

[pippa-writes]

A mini essay on why Boromir probably wouldn't care that he's dead

I've been seeing a lot of AUs where Boromir lives, and don't get me wrong, I'm so here for it. I tear up just thinking about how he might fight for his life after Amon Hen, if only so he can see Faramir and stay by his side when Denethor inevitably dismisses him again. And I think the way he'd see fit to act at Rohan would be incredibly interesting (Grima wouldn't get very far, with his head on his shoulders at least, if Boromir overheard an exchange between him and Éowyn, for example). He'd be such an asset at Helm's Deep, because it's right up his street.

There would be arguments, of course, but imagine the look on his face when he, Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas find Gandalf alive, or when they ride into Isengard to find Pippin and Merry safe and sound. If someone has already written something like any of this, let me know!

But at the same time, bold of any of you to assume for a moment that death could stand in the way of Captain Boromir the Second, son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor. Now, I'm fairly new to this fandom, and this could well have been said before, so please excuse me if I'm repeating anything from someone else. I just can't imagine Boromir resting in peace until Sauron was defeated.

He can't be with the Fellowship in body, but he's sure as hell with them in spirit. Anywhere Aragorn goes, Boromir is bound to follow until he is satisfied his people are safe and well. This has some benefits - maybe he talks some sense into the army of the dead and convinces them to fight for Aragorn. But it's an equally as angsty AU, because no one can hear his cry of delight as they reach Isengard. He can't run to the hobbits and hug them, and they can't hear him asking if they're alright. Instead, he binds himself in equal parts to the hobbits and to Aragorn, so that he needn't leave either party ever again. He can't speak to Faramir when he finally comes home. He can't fight in the Battle of the Black Gate, and it crushes him.

But you know what he can do? He can lead Éowyn and Faramir to meet in the Houses of Healing - chance, they say, they just happened upon each other. Pippin jokes that perhaps Boromir had something to do with it and they laugh sadly over it. Silly hobbits, Boromir thinks to himself. Whoever heard of a ghost playing matchmaker? He smiles at the irony.

He can move things around a bit, like his now broken horn, because it was always with him in life. One bit will be in the throne room, the other will suddenly appear next to Pippin's bed the next morning. No one will touch them, but the next morning, they'll have moved again. He gets a kick out of their confusion at first, then it slowly just becomes the norm and a comfort to his friends. The first question asked in the morning is "Where's he put them this time?" He forgets one time. They have a collective fit over where he's gone, if he's okay, how dare he leave now? It's hilarious. He's touched that they care.

Gandalf, being what basically equates to an angel, is more aware of any ghostly presence that might be hanging about, but he doesn't bring it up very often - Faramir gets emotional and probably calls out to his brother, hoping he can hear him. Not a good look for a Prince.

Boromir hates the Mouth of Sauron, but what can he do?

Once the Witch King is defeated and turned into spirit form, he doesn't have a split second to realise what's happening before Boromir decks him another one for good measure. "That's for Minas Tirith! That's for Osgiliath! And that's for Frodo!"

On that note, Boromir gets a kick out of beating the shit out of the ghosts of Aragorn's enemies. He's also the one to watch Faramir and Éowyn with tears in his eyes, so proud of his little bro. He ships them fiercely and anyone who opposes them finds their room in disarray or gets a strange case of food poisoning.

He can't stand some of Aragorn's policies and voices this in loud, long rants to Gandalf, because he's quickly sussed that he can be heard. Gandalf is very careful not to reply or tell Aragorn any of this (think: 'Hey, bro, what do you want to eat?' 'The souls of the innocent!' 'A bagel.' 'Nooooo!' 'Two bagels.')

Unless, of course, Aragorn, being wise enough to be a good king, susses it out. He just walks into an empty room out of earshot of everyone, locks the door, and says, very sternly, "We, sir, have to talk." Boromir sulks and disagrees with everything under his breath, but a couple of days later, he's back to fiercely defending his king again (it doesn't do much, because, you know, he's a ghost, but damn it, it makes him feel useful!)

I've rambled for too long for someone so new to LOTR, so I'll stop here because I don't yet know the rules of the fandom. I just think Boromir is far too proud to let such a trivial little thing as his own death get in the way of his goals. With or without his body, he'll make sure his side wins in the end before he can rest in peace.

[kenjkats]

ROMANCE ASKS FOR JACOB LUCAS MCKENZIE

Ok, this is for @starlightlokitty (it won’t tag you?) and @jakeymckenzie who requested all loool. SO I’mma just split this into parts for you guys. First 1-10, then 11-20, lastly 21 - 31.

Note: Using F!MC as requested by @/jakeymckenzie

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

Jake was drawn to Taylor’s spirit and spunk. Where else am I gonna find a girl like that who has the same snarky ass comments as me, Jake thinks to himself often. Also, he finds it hot how much of leader she is. She’s fearless, people look up to her, she’s confident, and is smart. She’s probably the reason he and the rest of the others are alive, he thinks. He’d follow her anywhere.

Taylor was drawn to Jake because of the jokes and nicknames. There’s something about a sarcastic guy who knows how to chill that she finds so attractive. Also, it may have been those military-grade muscles. And how sweet he can be underneath it all <3

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI?

Taylor knew it during a quiet moment at the resort they found in the snow. She woke up to find herself in his arms, Jake’s hand around her waist. She looked up at him and watched him for a few moments as his chest rose and fell with each breath. He looked content and peaceful and she smiled to herself when she realized that she loved him.

Jake knew for a whiiiile before he said it. It honestly surprised him how quickly he fell in love with her, but he couldn’t deny it. It was the night before they went through the portal on the rooftop of The Celestial. He was watching her aim the gun and readying everyone to go through. He wasn’t entirely sure until later that this was definitely the moment he loved her. He felt a knot in his chest and realized that he would be heartbroken if they didn’t make it, and he never said or did anything. So he leaned in and suddenly kissed her with everything he had in him, hopefully he could show her better than he could say it. He was afraid the feeling wouldn’t be mutual if he said it so soon. 

Then he pulled away and smiled at the sight of her, her eyes still hooded and dizzy from the kiss, her lips swollen, and said, “Now I can die happy.”

3. When they are having a fight, what is it about and how do they deal with it?

On the island, I’m not sure what Taylor would get mad at Jake for. She’s got a lot on her mind and is usually pretty easy-going.

Jake gets angry whenever Taylor runs off without him, or telling him or anybody else what the hell she’s up to that time. La Huerta is crazy dangerous, and it kills him to know that he could be with her and helping her with whatever and she just runs of to do it on her own. He’ll usually go after her, snark a bit, but help anyway. Then makes some cheeky shit remark, “You’d better thank me later for saving your ass again, Princess.” /wink.

4. Their favorite physical feature on each other?

Jake loves Taylor’s big, beautiful eyes. He thinks they’re adorable and his heart leaps up into his throat whenever she looks at him with a loving or flirty twinkle in her eye. He also loves her figure. He’s shyly admits to her one day in the future that he’s embarrassed by how much he thought of the curve of her hips after that day she asked him to put sunblock on her.

Taylor loves Jake’s hair. She plays with it all the time. Twirls it around her fingers, ties it up when she’s bored, and runs her fingers through it when they’re cuddling at night under the stars. 

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad?

Jake is adorable his brow gets all furrowed cause making Taylor sad makes him sad and he’ll ask her what’s wrong. When she clearly doesn’t want to talk about it he just pulls her in for a long quiet hug and kisses her forehead and hand. She’s never told him, but she loves it because it makes her feel safe.

Taylor’s ready in hand with a couple of drinks for the both of them plus a few teasing jokes about him and he usually cracks a smile. If Jake’s too upset for that to work, she sits next to him and they talk it out, or they just sit. Usually Jake’s on the beach looking out at the ocean or the sky. She rests her head on his shoulder and wraps her arm around the other, gently stroking his chest. Jake loves it because he’s not the most touch-feely guy, and the fact that Taylor can give him some breathing room, but still be there means the world to him.

6. Who is the big spoon?

They take turns! Everyone deserves to be little spoon now and then XD

Jake does it more often though. He loves the feeling of having her in his arms. And in a way, it gives him peace of mind that he has her. He literally is holding her in his arms, which comforts his sleepy, fearful mind that she is real, she is safe, and she is there with him.

7. Favorite date activity?

They are either super chill or super adventurous. There is no in between. Favorite of each kind? Laying outside in the sand or in a hammock together as they drink and talk for chill dates. For adventurous dates? Doesn’t matter as long as they went through some crazy thrill -- like jetski racing or skydiving.

8. What are their most prominent memories of each other?

Angst alert. Taylor has a few, and unfortunately it’s the painful ones that stick. She often thinks about the time he died in her arms at the hands of Varyyn. Then again in her vision of Jake’s idol, when he gave up a chance at escape to save her. She loves him more for that, because she would have done the same for him. But she can’t ever get that image of Jake smiling up at her as the life drained from his eyes.

On a brighter note, she also can’t get the image of seeing him shirtless and asleep in a hammock for the first time. He looked gooood.

Jake remembers a lot about her, and it’s usually these little moments when she caught him off guard or when she just looked so beautiful to him. Like when she held his hand at the control tower. Or the image of her underwater, swimming up to him, a sad look on her face, searching his, before he pulled her into is arms. And that moment in her room right before they kissed, when her big, beautiful eyes stared back at him in this tender way that made his heart flutter.

9. How open are they with their feelings?

They’re only really open about their feelings towards each other. Jake never liked talking about things, because he hated the touchy-feeling that comes with it. Plus, the feelings he has get pretty heavy, and he often just wants to forget. He was a little slow and awkward with sharing his past and feelings with Taylor, but he got there eventually. Now he opens up whenever she lends an ear to listen. He’s thankful. She’s the easiest person to talk to. Just listens, never judges, and usually has great advice.

Taylor isn’t averse to sharing her feelings with Jake, but sometimes there are things that are better left unsaid in her opinion. Her being the Endless and knowing a lot of things that her friends shouldn’t know weighs on her. But she can’t share any of it. She just finds comfort in cuddling with Jake, or joking around with him and making sure she’s doing everything to keep him and their friends safe.

10. Do they have pet names for each other?

Jake has a bunch like the generic babe and sweetheart, but he uses Princess the most.

Taylor uses Joker the most, but she also has a few more and what she uses depends on her mood. Flirty Taylor says babe, sexy, muscles; Jokey Taylor uses Jared Leto, Joker, Aragorn, Top Gun, and a bunch of other references XD

Send me a ship + numbers : Romance Ask

[idjitlili]

Hey,I’m date mike

legolas x reader

a request for loteriel_greenleaf thank youuuu my dudeeee i really didnt know what to write,even though i just finished an imagine ,i felt like another was due. also been trying to make lembas bread god.

summary:imagine sparring with legolas,and being apart of the fellowship.

warnings:uh straddling/potential language i dont know yet./sexual themes no smut though. word count:1602

You had grown up mostly in Rivendell ,yes you are an elf,yet an orphan. Elrond had found you when he was was travelling for a meeting with Gandalf,Lady Galadriel,and saruman he had no choice but bring you with. He did not know what happened to your parents, however it was assumed you were abandon,probably due to being born out of wedlock or an affair(that was common but there was still a chance). You didnt know either being just a babe.

Anyways Elrond brought you to this meeting and in the end Gandalf ended up with you. Soon enough you knew him as your only Ada,and yes you were trained by the elves to defend yourself,when Gandalf was out of town.All the talk,and books about adventures,made you hungry for your own. You wanted to see hobbits,dwarves,anything. You wantd to know if elves in other realms were stuck up like Thranduil,well that is what gandalf told you about him.It only took a century or two for your ada to let you come on an adventure with him. That being taking you to elronds secret council,about destorying the ring.

You may of stared at the hobbit and the dwarves a little too long in awe,when they noticed you had looked away red in embarrassment. However you didnt notice a certain blond elf ,staring at you. He was curious of who you were,he had never seen you before,surely he wouldve remembered such beauty..you were so zoned out you missed all the arguing only to hear.

"I will take it!I'll take the ring to mordor!" the hobbit had shouted making everyone go silent. "though I do not know the way."

You ada had lent to put a hand on the hobbits ,before speaking confidently to the small fellow."I will help you bare this burden ,frodo baggins." the hobbit had smiled to your father. "I am coming too, Ada." you had walk next to him,wrapping your arm around his. Legolas now knew who you were ,but Gandalf was definity not your really father,maybe you were gold digger,joking he just wondered how he never knew that Gandalf had a daughter. Anyways you know what happpened after that,you have my sword ,bow axe, we're coming too.

You had kept yourself to yourself ,not talking overly,but if you did it was to your ada. Other than him you would talk to mostly the hobbits about what life was like in the shire. You felt intimidated by the men  ,legolas , and gimli they did scare you just a bit.  So you avoided them until you couldnt no more.

Well you stopped avoiding legolas,after Moria,he had to carry you out as you screamed out for you ada. You had witnessed Gandalf sacrifice his life to save the fellowship. You had yours around legolas ' neck,head in his shoulder whilst you sobbed drenching his tunic. He had held you on his hip,like you would with a toddler,running with you in his arms. Once you had gotten outside ,your sobs had gotten loud,legolas had tried to put you down but you just held tighter.  He had held you until you had reached near the Nimrodel in the eaves of the forest ,in which he had let go but you had your legs and arms wrapped round him so tight he didnt need to hold you,while he held his bow up in defence.

Turns out it was just elves that surrounded you ,and Aragorn knew one of them,a blond guy,pretty sexy if you were honest. In which he began leading you to lady galadriel,who you had not seen in many years, same with her husband celeborn who stood beside her walking down the stairs like jesus walking on water. You miss part of the coversation only to begin listening at the mention of your fathers name. "tell me where is gandalf as I much desire to speak to him." celeborn's voice as smooth as ice . "he has fallen into shadow." the look on Gimli's face when she says that hes like whoa shes good."y/n.." she calls out gently ,you had jumped out of legolas arms ,running towards her ,only for her to wrap her arms around you into a bear hug.

"not all is lost,as he remains in spirit." she had spoken to you ,in your mind ,as her hands rubbed your back comfortingly,before you pulled away. Her  eyes land on legolas ,back on smirking at you. "you and the prince." she had 'spoken' to you only shook your head ,with a small blush on your face,legolas watched confused as why lady galadriel had looked at him ,only to see you blushing. Lady galadriel had found a way to distract you from mourning in tears.

Not long after she had led you all to place you could rest for the night. In that legolas had settled next to you and after a while he had broken the silence between you both. "when my nana died,it was like my ada died with her,after her death he became cold and cut off. He treated me like another soldier ,nothing more,I had no one to comfort me. I wish to be here for you ,so you always have someone." he spoken barely above a whisper,you had never heard legolas speak so much ,let alone with so much feeling. "thank you,i never thought I would make friends with a prince ,let alone be carried for hours by one." you had spoken with a small smile,he had sent one in return before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"I couldve done it for three days,with my elven strength." he had flexed his spare arm ,making you giggle. OKay this was very out of character for legolas."sure ,prince." and with that you were lent against his shoulder,in which you soon enough you fell asleep ,in his hold.

The next day you just pretend the events from yesterday never happened and your ada was still alive ,he was just gonna pop out and scold you for getting so friendly with the elven prince.

Turns out not even three days later ,you find your father alive and well ,you almost stab him like a kebab then and there. " Yeah just let me mourn your death and then your like boom ,guess what bitches I was alive the whole time." in which from that he just scolds you for using language before pulling you into a tight embrace ,apogising for the hurt he had caused,so bruh you werent as sad as before,so thats a plus. Only thing is if you got your freaky on with the princes he's always about.

The next interaction you had with legolas was the eves eve of the battle of the pelennor fields.In which he asks you to sparr with him,as he wants to know which one of you were the better fighter. Obviously it was you but his excellence ass wasnt going to agree with you. That leads you now on the green grass ,a distance away from the tent,sweaty,with clanging metal. So hot that you are just in your vest and pants,legolas was just in in his long sleeve tunic and pants ,pretty normal. Gandalf had left to go to Minas Tirith because of a certain took being a little bit stupid,no offence he's young and cutie pie ,dont be mean.

So basically you have no adult supervision ,even though you are an adult but I guess you would call it parental supervision then. You and legolas had been going at it for at least an hour neither of you giving up or losing;uh thats what she said.  Well that was until you knocked the blade out of legolas' hand but while doing so you had tripped on your own feet dropping your blade on to make legolas fall flat backwards,with you on top. Thats what she said. However legolas was quick to flip himself on top of you ,legs either side of you hips ,his other blade to your throat. "I should have won that,I just tripped, plus if you wanted to take me on a ride you should have just asked." you had smirked at the elf who's cheeks were now red,he smiled shyly removing the blade.

You used this to flip him off you ,you now straddling the elf,just a little lower. You had grabbed his wrists pinning them above his head ,making it so your faces were barely inches away. "what do you say to that ,hm? son of the elf with a huge dildo gaggins sized cock up his butt." you had whispered ,okay so that wasnt very seductive."I say you better kiss me then take me into the tent,now." his voice stern ,you simple smirk pressing your lips to his quickly.

Before you lead him to the tent. "dont you dare tell ada about what we about to do?"

"what eat some potatoes?"

"shut up,i would like that."