#lord of the rings aragorn

[wild-lavender-rose]

What Comes After - LOTR

Pairing: Aragorn x fem!reader, Legolas x fem!reader, Boromir x fem!reader, Faramir x fem!reader, Elrond x fem!reader

Category: Preferences/NSFW

Summary: What they would say/do after you've cum hard for them

Warning: NSFW, insinuation of sex, aftercare

Legolas-

Whispered elvish between stuttered gasps of air

"Are you all right?"

Hovering over top of you, brushing the hair from your face, cradling your cheek as your body shivers from the aftershocks of pleasure

"I'm here, you're safe. I'm here."

Light kisses on your face

Holding you carefully as you both steady your breathing

Aragorn-

Shushes you as you gasp and shake, rubbing soothing circles against your thighs and hips while you come down from the high

Whispers assurances as he lays beside you, continuing to rub your sides and arms while watching your expressions closely

He smiles when you do, relieved that you're okay and he hasn't pushed you too far

Will run his fingers through your hair and compliment you on your performance

Gathers you into his arms the moment you reach for him, holding you close and whispering his love for you over and over again

Boromir-

Is initially proud of himself and the fact you're a quivering, gasping mess

His smirk fades as your breath remains stuttered, holding himself up over you

"Are you all right?"

You nod but he doesn't believe you

Flips over and moves you so that you're laying on top of him

Rubs your back and cards his fingers through your hair as your body relaxes at the sound of his heartbeat

Still pretty proud of himself

Faramir-

Would think he had done something wrong

Kiss you all over, assessing you with worried eyes

Would hold you the moment you reached for him

Gazing into your eyes, whispering again and again "I'm here, I'm here"

You would kiss him deeply to assure him that you were fine, a kiss he would gratefully return

Elrond-

He would encourage you to cum one more time for him even after you've cum so hard

Would kiss you once you're totally spent, slow and deep

Whisper elvish in your ear

Would leave briefly to gather some wine, a basin of hot water and a cloth

Sponge bathes your sweaty, heaving body, leaving a trail of kisses in between

Helps you to drink some wine

Would hold you carefully, talking about everything and nothing as you fall asleep

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[taddy-cat]

Talking to @hotcheetohatredwastaken about what I think a Linked Universe and Lord of the Rings crossover might look like and was struck with the idea of Wild catching a horse while in Rohan. Obviously I had to have Horse Girl™ Aragorn congratulating him on such a fine steed

(if the horse looks funny, that because I don't know horse anatomy)

[kierancaz]

Sarumon literally saying to Gandalf “yah you didn’t realize the ring was around because of all that fucking weed you smoke” is crazy and probably the funniest thing Sarumon has ever said

[miseries-mistress]

im surprised i haven't seen any lotr fanfiction where the reader has the ring instead of frodo. like don't you guys want to be at the center of attention???

[daddy-issues-99]

Fanfic Material List!!!

(Some of these are from when I just started writing so if they're cringy I'm so sorry 🫣)

Transformers

Horror

Marvel

Star Wars

DC

Harry Potter

LOTR/TH

John Wick

TMNT

Call Of Duty

Other:

Goodnight Robicheaux x f!reader smut

Jack In The Box x f!reader Fluff

1993 Three Musketeer's: What would they be like in a relationship?

Possessed Indiana Jones x f!reader

Zak Bagans with a ghost s/o Fluff

Mothman x GN reader

[maximwtf]

“You fought well.”

                          Aragorn x reader

words: 1880

google docs pages: 3

warnings: mentions of blood, death, pain, think thats it?

opening: You’ve known Boromir and his brother for a long time, and seeing him in a tight situation, you sacrifice yourself to keep him safe. Aragorn arrives to the scene just a little too late. 

AN// (Boromir is also in this a lot) First time writing for someone who isn’t an elf, kinda nervous- reader can be any gender! I've had this idea for ages, but it keeps changing every time I try to start writing this, also I was scared to write for new characters  :”D

                           “You fought well.”

You and Boromir had been separated from the rest of the group. No one was keeping count, but you were sure you had killed more orcs today than ever before. They were coming from every direction, and it felt like they were never ending. Merry and Pippin were nowhere in sight, not that you had any time to look after them since one wrong move could cost you your life. Your attention was fully on the orcs, making sure you and Boromir were safe. 

Pulling your sword out from the now dead orc, you took a quick look at Boromir. He slammed one of the orcs to the ground, swinging his sword around and by doing that getting a good hit on one of the orcs that had been charging towards him. Instinctively you dodged a blade by dropping to your knees, and then swinging your own sword to the orc’s legs to make them fall. Getting back up, you swiftly pushed your sword through the creature’s chest. With a heavy breath you pulled the sword out, getting ready for the next orc, but then you saw something. The leader of the orcs, Lurtz, he had stretched his bow and was pointing the arrow towards Boromir, with a deathly grin on his face. It felt like time slowed down for a moment as you were thinking of different ways this could go. The arrow would travel fast once it was released and you knew that. You were no talented archer, but you had seen Legolas use his bow and the death was always quick for the orcs he was fighting against. So if you now yelled out for him and told him to dodge, his attention would be on you, and he would get shot. There weren't a lot of ways this could end, someone was bound to get shot.

You took a better hold of your sword and gritted your teeth together. Boromir seemingly hadn’t seen Lurtz, and was completely unaware of what his faith was going to be if you didn’t make it in time. Taking a couple fast steps, you shoved your body in between your friend and the arrow. Just then the orc released the arrow and with full speed it landed into your shoulder, making you quickly drop to your knees. Groaning in pain, you tried to calm down your breathing. You could feel Boromir grab your shoulder which caused another groan from the wave of pain. “What are you doing?!” You heard him say while you were dragging yourself back up, still holding onto your sword. “What does it look like?” You mumbled while trying to pull a smirk on your face through the pain. You heard him take in a breath but before he could say anything you took note of the orc that had appeared behind him. Not as swiftly as before, you moved forward and blocked the orc’s attack. Before you were able to finish the job, Boromir had pushed his sword through the creature. “Hide, you’re going to die if you don’t!” He commanded you, his gaze seemingly locked on the arrow that was sticking out from your shoulder. “I would rather die like this than by hiding and bleeding out.” You replied, wincing when you accidentally moved the injured shoulder a little too much. 

Over Boromir’s shoulder you could see Lurtz stretching his bow again. “Down!” You commanded him, and when he didn’t move, you pushed him down with the blunt side of your sword. He was now low enough for the second arrow to hit you as well. It landed somewhere near your stomach, this time hurting a lot more than your shoulder had. You fell backwards and got harshly greeted by the cold ground. Boromir’s expression was almost angry when he saw the second arrow. It was unclear who he was angry with, but you hoped it wasn’t you. You had made the choice to be the one to die today instead of him. Knowing he had much more worth to a lot of people than you did, he had to live. 

That thought gave you enough power to push yourself back on your knees. While gritting your teeth together you could see Merry and Pippin’s horrified faces. They had both gotten keen on you when the fellowship had been formed, and you felt bad that they had to witness this first hand. It was Boromir’s scream that brought you back to the current reality as he charged at one of the orcs that had gotten a little too close, killing it then and there. Seeing his valianty gave you some as well, and with that you were able to push yourself back up even through the pain. You could see blood pooling out from where the second arrow had landed. It must have hit a more critical spot since your shoulder wasn’t bleeding as much. 

As your gaze rose back up to Boromir, you were able to see him kill yet another orc. Even through your blurring vision, you could see Lurtz bow yet again. Only this time, it was pointed at you. Gaze locked onto the orc as he released the arrow without a second thought. For someone who looked like that, the creature sure had good aim because the third arrow hit you perfectly, in the middle of your chest. Head spinning from the pain, you fell to your knees, tasting blood in your mouth. It was hard to hear what was going on around you after the latest arrow. You could see the shadows of orcs running around you, it seemed like they were leaving, but you couldn’t understand why? You hadn’t lost yet, right?

Even through the chaos you felt someone stop in front of you. The bow you had seen many times before today was once again stretched and pointed straight at you. Now eye to eye with the orc, you swallowed one last time. There was nowhere you could crawl in order to hide, your faith was in front of you. 

Just before the creature was able to finish you, you heard the arrow flash into the forest behind you and following that was a loud thud. Your gaze rose up once more and you were able to spot Boromir fighting with Lurtz. Following the fight was hard since moving hurt so much, and when they both went out of your field of vision, your heart began to race. You could now only faintly hear what was going on, and by that make a conclusion on who was winning. 

Breathing was now harder than before and the pain had begun to fade. Now that you weren’t moving, the waves of pain had evened out but one wrong move and they would get worse again. The taste of blood was still present in your mouth, not really sure where it was coming from but it felt like you were drowning in it. 

It was only the sound of Boromir killing the orc that brought you back from your haze. You could feel and hear the fighting stop before he made his way closer to you. “I’m still..” You started before coughing out some of the blood in your mouth. “Do not speak.” Boromir’s voice said as he kneeled down near your head. Feeling his eyes examine your condition, you could also almost feel when the realisation hit him, that you wouldn’t be able to survive this. 

No words were exchanged for a moment. Boromir was clearly mad at himself and you for taking the shots meant for him. “You need to live, more than I deserve to.” You mumbled through the blood as you tried to stay awake. Boromir shook his head in distress. “This was foolish of you. I didn’t ask for you to do this!” He said while looking at you. Time didn’t seem to pass by any quicker than before, and it bothered you. You didn’t want to face Aragorn like this. The thought of him having to see you half dead like this has just occurred to you and you didn’t want that. 

You felt thuds on the ground as someone was coming towards you two. Through your blurry vision you could see the man you had just thought about and behind him stood Legolas. The dark haired man ran up to you, only stopping once he was kneeling over you. You opened your eyes more to assure him that you were still here. “What happened?” He asked as his voice began to shake a little, the severity of the situation slowly starting to settle to him as well. “They took the shots meant for me…” Boromir’s now quiet voice said, clearly feeling guilt over this and the fact that he had tried to steal the ring. You had gotten a glimpse of him and Frodo, but you knew he regretted his actions. He wasn’t the kind of person to do something like that without regret. You getting injured wasn’t his fault either, you chose this faith. “So it’s your fault?” Aragorn’s words lunged at Boromir, anger clear in his voice and venom in his words. Without hearing Boromir's reply, you gathered some strength and took a hold of Aragorn’s arm. This action caused him to turn his gaze back to you, his expression softening the second he saw the condition you were in. “Stop..and listen.” You breathed, trying to finish the sentence. Aragorn looked at you silently, giving you time to speak. “I wanted him to..to live.” You groaned and let go of the man’s arm. “Why…?” He whispered, getting a little closer to you. “He is a- a good man, love.” You spat out more of the blood in order to keep breathing. “Look after him for me, m’kay?” You winced a little, trying to desperately get some air. Aragorn’s eyes began to water as he looked at you. He pulled both of your arms to your chest with your sword in your hands. “You fought well.” The man said, giving you a gentle kiss as a tear rolled down his cheek and fell to your chest. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, but you didn’t have the energy to speak anymore, so instead of that you only looked at him. Looked at his grey eyes with the love you held for him, knowing that he was able to understand and sense what you meant. 

Legolas and Gimli had gotten closer to you and Aragorn. Legolas looked more bright than before, and in any other situation you might have been frightened by the sight, but right now it felt calming. Your body began to go limb in Aragorn’s arms, but before you let go fully you made sure to turn your gaze back to Aragorn. 

[photogirl894]

At the request of my lovely bestie, @darthzero22 , who knows how to make things fun for me...a moodboard of all my favorite fictional crushes 🥰🥰

First of all...I clearly don't have a type at all...and by that, I mean I 100% have a freaking type!! 🤣😜 (It's all Aragorn's fault! He was my very first character crush when I was 6 years old and just became the template for all future faves!)

Let me tell you, this was SO much fun to put together cuz look at all of these hot and gorgeous men 😍 and these aren't even all of my fictional crushes! There's a couple others I could've included, but some didn't quite fit the quote I used lol but seriously, I love all these characters so much because not only are they good-looking, but they all are great in their own rights; in their selflessness, bravery, compassion, growth, dedication and steadfastness to their beliefs. They're great characters who inspire me as well as get my heart racing for multiple reasons! 🥰

Well, I'm gonna be staring at this one for a while...😅😁🥰

[photogirl894]

I mean...

Need I say more? 🥰😍🥵

i like when men have long hair. it’s.. nice :) *gripping steel in my hands with so much force that it’s visibly starting to warp and bend*

[thetiredprometheus]

lotr but nobody knows anything about the other races

Pippin thinks Legolas is a woman

Boromir is convinced that the hobbits are all 15 max

Everyone thinks that Merry and Pippin are twins, except for Legolas, who is convinced the hobbits are quadruplets

Sam thinks that Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas don't have to eat to survive

Legolas doesn't mention things he sees or hears because he thinks the others have noticed them too and just assumes they have a plan

Pippin complains that he is hungry and Legolas just gives him a handful of grass. Pippin is so confused that he just takes it, and now Legolas tries to figure out what hobbits can eat by just giving them random shit, like

Things the hobbits have accepted and likely eaten later (a list by legolas)

-Grass - Leaves

-Stones - a hair tie

-A feather - one of Gimli's shoes

The hobbits and Gimli just assume that this is what elves eat

[autistook]

I love social media

[xcemeteryfairyx]

the way aragorn runs is so chaotic

[wild-lavender-rose]

14 w/ Aragorn? Your writing is so cute

Thank you so much, lovely! I hope you enjoy!

Burns

Warning: Description of burn injuries, brief mention of non-sexual nudity

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," You writhed and squirmed as Aragorn lowered you into the bath tub. "Please, no. Please,"

"Shh, you're okay. Shh," Aragorn set you down and pulled back, his wet hands going to grasp your face. "The herbs in the water will soothe your burns, but you must let them take effect."

Your forehead fell against his chest, biting back a scream as the burns on your bare legs grew still more painful. "Aragorn," you whimpered, grasping at his shirt.

"I have you," Aragorn held onto you, hand cradling the back of your head.

"It hurts, I can't,"

"You can scream, my love. It's just me now. You don't have to be brave."

Tears began to run down your face. A scream ripped out of your throat. Aragorn held you tightly, whispering comfort until your body finally sagged into unconsciousness.

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[meyaoyu]

studies from the fellowship of the ring

[emilybeemartin]

I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813

*electric guitar riff*

And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like

[miseries-mistress]

FIDELITY | ARAGON

Synopsis: The burden of sleep weighs heavily on your body and consciousness while you and Aragorn are forced to attend a banquet after a long day of riding. The only thing that makes any of this bearable is the company of each other, lost in your moment of careless whispers. 

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, kinda angst ig, but also fluff???, i know this didn't actually happen before the battle in rohan, but this is fanfiction, so who cares, no spoilers. W/C: 872

Notes: This is just a little drabble while i work on actual oneshots. also, i do plan on getting to my requests; it's just taking me a lot longer than i imagined. (thank you guys so much for 200 followers, ily)

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The smoke of pipeweed drifted from the slight draft, curling upwards before dissipating into the stale air. Laughter rang out; chatter boomed as the distant language of lovers remained a faint whisper, hidden behind the shadow of feelings. As each moment passed and the night grew bitter, the people grew weary, their bellies full of brew and rich food. However, you and Aragorn remained silently seated, your plates barely touched while others danced and sang with fat smiles blistering their faces. 

He inhaled and exhaled, the pipe loosely caught between his forefinger and thumb, his fitted shirt clinging to his biceps while he rolled up the rest of the sleeves to his elbows, exposing the artwork of veins spiraling down his arm. His posture is loose, an arm lazily propped up while the other is slung over the polished wood, an almost foreign demeanor from the battle-hardened man you are used to witnessing.

Words evade you as you admire the details of his figure, watching his face for any hint of emotion to pick at and dissect, knowing far too well his reluctance to share his woes with you. 

It's not only him that is dispirited but you as well, for you are too weary to care about much else. The two of you had battled orcs and traveled across roves of land to scout, all while you prepared Rohan for something much more fierce than anything they had ever encountered. 

Both of you are beyond drained, reduced to silently basking in the presence of one another for the brief time you get to indulge in the simplicity of understanding before you must part ways. Secrecy is of the highest importance, for rumors would drag a freshly sharpened blade through your bond, which runs more profound than any mere friendship. He's a future king, and you are a hopeless romantic with a dream. 

Your head comes to rest on his shoulder, and the heaviness in your eyes, threatening to pull you under is like fighting an uphill battle. Each moment you strain to stay awake, but the pressure that settles over you is too great to ignore. As each moment passes into eternity, and you fall further into the creamy fabric of his freshly washed clothes, the smell of musk integrated with the woodlands wafts to your nose, and with each breath fall, you can't help but inhale more of his homely aroma. 

Aragorn moves his arm to settle around your waist, simultaneously pulling you into a more comfortable position by his side. Your eyes betray you by fluttering closed as you melt into the tenderness in which he holds you. 

The chatter is white noise, and his chest's steady rise and decline is your guide to the pitfalls of sleep that claim your dreary form. 

Aragorn cannot help but let his eyes wander to your stature as he grimaces. In the next hour, he would have to sneak away from the festivities with you in his arms, tucking you into your makeshift bed, only to mesmerize your face as if it would be the last time he would ever see it before leaving. Aragorn would then carry on with the charade that every waking moment he didn't spend at your side was not pure agony, ripping his soul into bloody, gruesome shreds over his yearning to be near you once more. He was resigned to being a mere bystander as you unwittingly devastate his stone heart over the laughter you share with other men- men who could provide you with the life you merit. 

It's a cruel game that fate is playing with his heart, and he tries to remain impassive to his internal struggle every time he can whisk you away from prying eyes, but he's cracking under the weight of his own facade. He can tell by the way your eyes carry a concern for his sake that you know of something of that which troubles him, but he can't bear to place that burden onto you. After all, there's nothing either of you could do to ease the pain. 

Aragorn brushes the hair straying into your eyes, letting his irises wander a moment longer before tearing them away. His heart longs to keep you for a moment longer, but his mind insists he takes his leave and ends your moment of tranquility, but by fault, he is a selfish man. Despite all of the caution both of you heed, his worries seem to fall away like rainwater off a building, and the consequences of indulgence become too enticing to ignore. His rational mind, just for a second, gives way to senseless logic. 

Aragorn's hand stutters for a moment before falling to your head, stroking down your hair in the cover of the shadows far from the senses of anyone who might bear witness to his devotion to someone who deserves more than he could ever offer, no matter what his blood might claim. His hand pulls your hair back, only to place the barest of kisses upon the crown of your head, not enough to disturb you but enough to offer him a second of solace before your inevitable separation.

"Losto mae, meleth nin."

(translates: sleep well, my love.)

[daddy-issues-99]

Aragorn x Reader

You have been traveling with the fellowship and sneak off to clear your head but Aragorn followed you. 

Simple plot but cute af. Suggestive but nothing really happens. 

1K words 

You were tired, no, exhausted.  You had been on the road for god knows how long. It felt like a never ending journey. It wasn't just you that was tired, everyone was but everyone collectively decided to push on. The farther you went the less you had to go. 

It was practically dark by the time you all found a spot to spend the night. It was in the forest near some large rocks that you all set up your camp next too.

You could see the relief on everyone's face when they set their bags down and finally were able to sit down and relax. 

It felt so nice to be able to relax, you laid happily on your blanket while food slowly cooked next to a small fire. You eventually fell asleep listening to the crackling of the fire, this was the first time in the journey it felt safe to relax. You were soon awakened by Aragorn handing you a small bowl of soup. You gave a small smile and thanked him. 

Everyone talked amongst themselves but you quickly slurped up the soup, more like watery vegetable's and stood up. “Where are you goin?” Gimli asked. “I’m gonna go see if I cant find a stream, fill up on fresh water.” You started to walk away but the group all handed you their canteens thanking you and giving compliments hoping you’d fill up their cups. 

You smiled and walked away, somewhat annoyed you had to keep walking after such a long day,  After a moment Aragorn looked to the side and realized he hadn't given you his canteen. He sighed and stood up to follow you earning him some cheers from the rest of the fellowship. 

Even of you and Aragorn weren't an official couple the fellowship had still noticed how close you two were to each other. 

You walked off with the canteens hung over your shoulder and followed a small deer path to the edge of a spring. You had never felt so relieved to find water, it was hot out and carrying all your gear wasn't helping. 

You threw the canteens to the side and knelt down to the stream drinking the water straight from your hands and splashed it onto your face. It felt so refreshing. You glanced behind you making sure non of the fellowship had followed you. Nothing. 

You quickly tore your clothes off, placing your weapons on a nearby rock so they didn't get dirty and dove into the water. You wanted to stay under forever, it was like your own personal paradise. -

Aragorn walked through the forest following the same path, following your footsteps. He heard water splashing in the distance and quickened his pace. He almost stepped out of the path until he saw you in the water and your clothes thrown next to the canteens. 

You hadn't noticed him standing behind the trees. You had your eyes closed as you washed your hair and the dirt off your body. Aragon stood there mesmerized at how your body moved in the water and how the moonlight accentuated your features. 

His small smile was soon replaced with a smirk as he quietly made his way over to your things. He quickly grabbed your clothes and sword trying to not get caught. he made his way around to the other side of the spring and picked up a small rocked. He threw it over to the other side of the spring where you clothes were making a small noise as it hit the other rocks. 

You opened your eyes looking for the cause of the noise, noticing your clothes were gone. You slowly backed away from the edge looking around to see if someone was there. 

“looking for these darling?” You quickly turned around covering your chest seeing Aragorn standing their with your clothes in hand, standing on one of the rocks at in the spring. He looked down at you holding your clothes just above your reach with a smirk on his face. 

“Haven't you ever heard of privacy?” You asked sinking deeper into the spring. “Yes, but this was more fun.” He said with a giggle. You swam over to him trying to grab your clothes but he just lifted them higher. “Is this really fair?” You asked “No but its fun for me to watch.” He said watching you trying to grab your clothes while trying to cover your chest. 

“Give up?” He asked with a smug smile on his face. You smirked “I never give up.” You said, grabbing his legs and pulling him into the water with your clothes. 

“Touché” He said coming up from the water. You let out a dry laugh as you began to put your now wet clothes back on. 

You both walked out of the spring as water dripped from both your outfits. You quickly filled the canteens and walked back to the group. “What are we going to tell them?” You asked with a smile “That we had a refreshing bath.” He said nudging your shoulder. 

You made your way back to camp and handed out the filled canteens. Gimli laughed “What the hell happened to you two?” “We were just..uh..” You both tried to think of something to say but were cut off “Just kiss already!” Gimli shouted as the rest of the fellowship soon began to join in “Kiss!” You giggled as you and Aragorn turned toward each other and shared a kiss, placing you hands on his cheek as he did the same. 

“I won the bet!” Yelled Gimli as Merry and Pippin threw him a few coins bickering how they should have chose a different bet.