#lord of the rings femslash

[who-needs-words]

Before I do it myself; does anyone know of a Tolkien femslash event?

I know @/myslashyvalentine and @/sapphictolkien exist but I’m looking an event week or something similar. If one does exist what are they called? If one doesn’t would there be interest in a Tolkien femslash event?

[vefanyar]

Outline art by Carla Cascales

Welcome to Tolkien Femslash February 2025!

How does this work?

Simple! Below the cut you'll find prompts for every day of February, oriented along the "four words" principle to inspire a fanwork, including the song they were taken from. Use them as a guideline for art, moodboards, write a drabble containing them, make a fanmix for your OTP, let them shape a longer fic, there is no way you can go wrong. The only condition: Your fanworks have to contain femslash, and if you want to make them findable for others, please tag them #tolkienfemfeb25.

Prompts Below!

February 01: Breathe, shackles, shores, promised (Joy Oladokun - Jordan) 

February 02: Language, dimension, tower, horizon (Horizon - Luna Blake)

February 03: Slow, counting, flame, blessing (Chris Pureka - Barn Song) 

February 04: Drifting, back, peaks, lighthouse (Brandi Carlile - Carried Me With You) 

February 05: Opposite, currents, deepest, arms (Lights - Same Sea)

February 06: Chase, sun, rough, remember (Janelle Monáe - I Like That)

February 07: Honey, charming, awake, lines (Kehlani - Honey)

February 08: Divided, history, skin, lied (Mirah - Don't Die In Me) 

February 09: Satisfied, way, cherry, watching (Rina Sawayama - Cherry) 

February 10: Lightning, backwards, sheets, ashes (The Aces - Volcanic Love)

February 11: Below, streams, running, remember (Cœur de Pirate - The Way Back Home)

February 12: Nowhere, violet, taste, window (Allison Russell - Persephone) 

February 13: Veins, close, fade, whole (Zolita - Bloodstream)

February 14: Verse, holy, unspoken, light (LP - One Last Time)

February 15: Blinded, finally, rising, storm (Kacey Musgraves - Rainbow) 

February 16: Reflects, exist, leaving, devotion (The xx - Angels)

February 17: Dying, magpie, wandering, bound (Grace Petrie - Earthwire)

February 18: Lifted, dawn, chiffon, smile (MUNA & Phoebe Bridgers - Silk Chiffon) 

February 19: Senses, jailor, torture, lullaby (Kat Cunning - Heart of Gold)

February 20: Sleep, warrior, circle, start (Marika Hackman - The Girl Who Fell To Earth)

February 21: Smoky, wife, believing, glance (Melissa Etheridge - Juliet) 

February 22: Word, immune, incredible, tough (Sia - Incredible)

February 23: Ghost, years, singing, following (Linn Jennings - Ghost Streets) 

February 24: Vast, galaxies, forgive, silence (Hayley Kiyoko - somewhere between the sand and the stardust) 

February 25: Solitude, comforting, flicker, mend (Vanessa Carlton - Heroes and Thieves)

February 26: Apart, fever, fast, burning (Billie Eilish - WILDFLOWER)

February 27: Promise, divine, strangers, bride (Ethel Cain - Strangers)

February 28: Independence, blindfolds, raise, trumpet (Lido Pimienta - Declare Independence)

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[lotr-sesa]

The Lord of the Rings Secret Santa 2023 prompt meme signups are OPEN!

So, it's that time of the year again: time to sign up for the Lord of the Rings Secret Santa exchange! Slash, femslash, het and gen; you can request it all, so why not join in?

2023 is a year of special magnificence for this exchange, as it has now been going for TWENTY years! We'd love to see you join us for this anniversary.

Lord of the Rings Secret Santa has been a traditional exchange since its inception, but we continue to adapt and refine the exchange to best serve all participants. The exchange has been in the form of a prompt meme since 2020.

If you are new to the format, AO3 has a helpful FAQ here.

This year's timeline (2023):

Prompt Posting: November 1st to 30th

Claiming: December 1st to 31st

Collection Open for Posting: December 1st to 31st

All Fills Due: December 31st

You will be able to post up to 2 prompts, and we will do our best to make sure that at least one of your prompts is filled.

Please note that this is an FPF challenge. (i.e. Fictional, not real people fiction/RPF.) We're always open to all the Peoples and Ages of Middle-earth, which means that characters from The Hobbit and The Rings of Power are welcome too!

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You will be able to post up to 2 prompts between November 1st and 30th, and we will do our best to make sure at least one of your prompts is filled.

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[riversofmars]

I'm not sure who needed a Lord of the Rings AU of these two but it's happening! @calunalilly and I spent the last 6 weeks writing something rather long and fitting into the actual canon of LotR (or so we hope). Cut into bite size pieces and updating every Thursday! <3

Summary: As one of the last surviving soldiers of Arthedain, Liv travels south after the fall of her kingdom at the hands of the Witch-King of Angmar. Having lost everything, grief and shame weigh heavily on her. Nothing remains except for the self-imposed, desperate quest of trying to find her sister who had been sent to Gondor in search of help before her. The road ahead of her is treacherous, no less so than the horrors that lay behind her. While fighting for her life in an ambush by orcs, Liv encounters an elven maiden in the woods, and finds herself in her care soon after. As they learn more about each other, it soon becomes apparent that a shadow had been cast over Lady Helen’s immortal existence, burdening her in a similar manner. Their meeting remains no chance encounter. It seems their lives are destined to intertwine on a road that would take them far away from their respective homes.

Chapter 1

[cilil]

Femslash February

⬡ Prompt: And then I found you & sunset (sweet bingo) | Éowyn x Arwen ⬡ Synopsis: When the battle is over and the Third Age is drawing to a close, Éowyn finds something other than glory ⬡ Warnings: / ⬡ Drabble ⬡ AO3

AN: Pairing suggested by @tolkienpinupcalendar's Febslash event.

I rode out to battle to defend my people. 

Glory and victory I expected to find if I was fortunate, death if I was less so. 

Yet here, at the end, I found you. Fairest of all ladies, most beautiful of all queens, Eveningstar. 

An age has passed. The sun sets like it does after a long, arduous day, but you are brighter than her. You warm my heart like even her rays cannot. 

My queen, I know not if you see me. I know you have come for another. But should you wish it, I too will be yours. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

[starspray]

Withywindle Summer

An instadrabble for the prompt: night, spoke, sleep, naked

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The night was bright under the full moon that made the water lilies glow. On the grass beside the pool Nellas lay, still naked after a day of swimming and bathing under the summer sun. Now the willows whispered their lullabies; the river valley slept.

Goldberry lay awake, speaking to the owls that paid no heed to willow songs, and humming snatches of songs to the stars as she combed her fingers through Nellas’ hair, carefully easing the snarls from it without waking her.

In the morning there would be berries and kisses for breakfast, and then—whatever they wished.

[arofili]

lord of the rings ladies week day one | hobbits + fairy tales | mrs. took and her fairy wife | @lotrladiessource

It was often said (in other families) that long ago one of the Took ancestors must have taken a fairy wife.

—The Hobbit, “An Unexpected Journey”

[the-golden-oath]

An Arrangement for the Heart

AO3 Link Here

Summary:

Frodo stumbles upon a flower shop in her search for a gift during an unfortunate rainstorm. The shop owner is a charming artist of flower arrangement and the nearly-forgotten language of them. Frodo’s foray into the world of flowers brings welcome discoveries and the blossoming of something Frodo will cherish more than any flower.

Words: 6,816

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F, F/M

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Relationships: Frodo Baggins/Sam Gamgee, Arwen Undómiel & Frodo Baggins, Aragorn & Frodo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins & Frodo Baggins, Frodo Baggins & The Fellowship of the Ring, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Aragorn/Arwen Undómiel, Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield

Characters: Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Marigold Gamgee, Daisy Gamgee, Bilbo Baggins, The Fellowship of the Ring, Aragorn (Tolkien), Arwen Undómiel

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern Setting, Alternate Universe – Flower Shop, Female Frodo Baggins, Female Samwise Gamgee, Female Bilbo Baggins, Language of Flowers, Tea Dates, Soft, bagginshield is only mentioned and also het

[frankiefrankiefrankies]

Oc elf fluff

[bonechillen]

Something To Hold On To

Dragon Age fanfiction written for 'Femslash Febrauary Bingo'

Pairing: HawkeBela

Prompt: Token

Word Count: 1,855

Rating: General

Posted under read more!

AO3 Link

9:41 Dragon

Isabela’s eyes narrowed at the small silver ring Hawke produced. It was dainty, with a small pearl atop it that glittered in the beating sun.

“Hawke. You know how I feel about marriage.” Isabela said with vitriol in her tone.

“It’s not a wedding ring, ‘Bela. It’s just a pretty ring for a pretty pirate to remember me by while I’m away. A token,” Hawke said with a mirthful smile and that twinkle in her hopelessly blue eyes that made Isabela weak.

Isabela rolled her eyes and pushed the ring back into Hawke’s calloused hands.

“Get me a fancy new hat if you want to get me a token. I don’t do rings, Hawke.” Isabela replied, stepping back from Hawke, fixing her gaze on the sprawling waters of the bay.

Hawke coughed lightly, likely to cover up her dejection, and slipped the ring onto her armor plate. The mage adjusted the bag on her back, standing at attention.

“Best be off, then. It’s a long way from Antiva City to the Frostbacks.” Hawke said wistfully.

“Give Varric my love,” Isabela remarked, refusing to meet Hawke’s gaze.

“At least someone gets your love,” Hawke said under her breath, swaying with the gentle rock that swept the Siren’s Call II. The ports of Antiva were calm, only offering gentle, calming sways. The swaying of the ship brought Isabela no comfort, however.

“Hawke, you know I don’t want to be tied down.” Isabela said, ire in her voice. Marian had been patient with her, steadfast and solid for many years. Yet, every time the mage pushed toward further commitment, Isabela couldn’t help but feel like that young, trapped girl again, desperate to escape the clutches of an unloving, possessive husband.

It didn’t matter how much she burned for Marian, or how perfect Marian was. Isabela was imperfect. Damaged goods, unable to look her love in the eye, and dedicate herself, chest out.

“I know. You’re right. It was a foolish gift. I’ll give your love to Varric. Good luck with your treasure plundering. Perhaps you can find a fancy hat for me.” Hawke said in her signature smug tone, with that familiar shit-eating grin. A clever disguise to hide her disappointment, Isabela was sure of it.

Hawke slipped away from Isabela’s side. With a swiftness that betrayed the ache in her heart, Hawke left the ship behind, making for the dark wooden dock that lay ahead.

Casting a last glance, Hawke let out a final call to Isabela.

“Safe harbors, Captain Isabela.” She called, offering a slight smile, that made Isabela feel slightly better about the ordeal.

9:51 Dragon

Isabela relished in the sun beating down on her skin. Kirkwall was a dreary place, seldom dousing her in the same warmth that she received from the diligent sun of home. It hadn’t helped that Isabela had spent countless days in Kirkwall within the shrouding wall of the Hanged Man, but that was another matter altogether.

The years treated her kindly, unlike the rest of her Kirkwall family. Aveline was single-handedly standing between an inexorable tide of Blight, and the crumbling walls of Kirkwall. Merrill was desperately trying to lead the elves of the alienage to safety, while Fenris threw himself after wave after wave of Venatori, seldom reaching out to his old found family. Anders was rotting away somewhere in the Western Approach, and Marian and Varric were…Gone.

Lost to the fade, and stabbed in the heart.

Isabela was the only one who’d ended up doing quite well for herself. The Lords of Fortunes kept her busy, while the gold she’d earned kept her libated. Perhaps she was the least deserving of the peace she’d found, but yet it was hers.

Except for the burning hole in her heart where she used to hold Marian.

Isabela would spend weeks without feeling the familiar sting of Hawke’s disappearance. The images of her form sinking into the crowded port streets of Antiva City played over and over again in Isabela’s mind.

The glitter of the pearl in the sunlight, held steady by Hawke’s slender fingers, the look of joy in Hawke’s eyes when she presented it to her, and the pain that replaced it when Isabela rejected her, all haunted her like little ghosts she could never escape.

And yet, it wasn’t so bad.

The treasure trove of memories still followed Isabela each day, like a warm blanket atop naked flesh. From trudging through endless caves, to drunken trysts in alleyways, Isabela remembered it all. All the gold, gems, and artifacts she surrounded herself with couldn’t hold a flame to the memories she’d gained in Kirkwall. To the memories of Hawke.

Still, a token to remember her by would have been a welcome addition to Isabela’s gilded Rivaini garb she wore each day. It was customary for her people to wear a piece of jewelry from the dead, and incorporate it into their attire, and yet she’d held onto nothing of the woman she’d loved.

Memories were nice, yet it would have been nice to wear a piece of her heart upon her sleeve. Some real to hold on to when her mind wandered to the lost mage.

The first time Isabela met the famed ‘Rook’, Varric had spoken so highly of, she was rather unimpressed.

Varric had spoken of a witty, charismatic woman apt to make waves upon the world like the shadow of Marian Hawke herself. Despite this, she found the mage to be unsure of herself, and easily diminished by even Shathann’s ire.

Their second meeting had proven to be telling of much more merit within the scrawny mage.

With the aid of the familiar faces of Taash, and the inquisition agent Harding, the trio bested wave after wave of foes within the Hall of Valor. It was amazing to watch glorious battle after battle, and the persistence of the three within their victories. It made Isabela’s heart sing, and shrink with nostalgia. A bittersweet juxtaposition within her.

It was the third meeting that tore Isabela’s stout defenses down.

When Rook appeared at the top of the stairs, a thin elven woman on one side, and Taash on the other side, it was the armor Rook wore that made Isabela’s heart stop.

It was Hawke’s plate armor, undeniably.

From the thick grey leather pants, to the fur collar, and the obtrusive plates that had protected her lover’s throat through so many skirmishes, it was hers. An artifact, a lost treasure from Isabela’s past.

As the trio approached, Isabela became aware of the look of shock that painted her features, promptly willing it away.

“Hey. You alright?” Taash called, eyebrows raised skeptically at Isabela’s abnormal behavior.

“I’m fine. Didn’t expect to see you lot back so quick, that’s all. Couldn’t stay away from gold and glory, eh?” Isabela said, gaze burning into Rook while she forced a hearty smile.

“You bet,” Rook said with a smile.

“I can’t wait.” The elven woman said, mirth brimming in her large eyes. Looking between the elf and Rook was like looking through a mirror into the past. From the soft innocence in the elf’s eyes that bubbled from Merrill’s verdant gaze to mind, to the aged armor that clung perfectly to Rook’s gangly frame, it was like being in Kirkwall again.

“Where’d you find that armor?” Isabela blurted out. Hawke had disappeared in that very armor. That it resurfaced, sans its owner, was alarming.

“It just sort of appeared.” Rook said with a laugh.

“Where?” Isabela demanded, patience growing thin as worry set in. Her mask of cool was slipping, but the need for an answer gnawed at her.

“Oh, um…” Rook said, immediately reading the situation as serious, exchanging a look with Taash before responding. “In the Lighthouse, our stronghold in the fade. It was just waiting for me one day in a chest.”

“The fade?” Isabela said, heart wrenching in her chest. She willed her face to reflect a smile, rather than the deep disappointment she felt within. For a moment, she’d entertained the idea of Hawke escaping the fade somehow, gifting her armor to the young mage.

“Something wrong?” Taash asked, crossing their arms suspiciously.

“No. It’s fine. Just…Was there anything with the armor? A note? A journal? Anything?” Isabela asked, a sliver of hope growing in her. Maybe something could lead her to Hawke, or what remained of Hawke.

It had been a decade since she’d held her, seen her, spurned her.

“There was this stuffed in a pocket.” Rook said, reaching into a tucked away pocket and producing a familiar pearl ring.

Isabela’s face betrayed the pain she felt within her for the first time since the day she’d learned of the events at Adamant Fortress.

The mage looked at her companions before holding the ring out sheepishly.

“Do you want it? Or the armor? If it’s important to you, I don’t mind-” Rook said, grey eyes soft with empathy.

“Don’t be silly. Keep the armor. Use it. But that ring, I’ll gladly take off your hands. Name your price,” Isabela said, plucking the ring from Rook’s outstretched hand and holding it gingerly in her hand.

Taash flashed a warning look to Rook, who nodded before replying.

“Absolutely not. It’s yours.” Rook said with a disarming smile. Isabela was seeing the resemblance even in mannerism, as Varric had written about. The shadow of Marian Hawke, now befitted in her armor.

“Thank you. If it’s all the same to you, I’ll sit out this bout with the Hall of Valor. Give them a good thrashing for me.” Isabela said with a somber smile.

Slipping away, Isabela clasped the ring in her fist as she made her way to her quarters. When she was alone in her room, Isabela rifled through her belongings, until she found what she was looking for. Unfolding the letter, she read, holding the ring in one hand and the letter in the other.

My dearest Captain Isabela,

I head to Adamant in the morning with Varric and the Inquisitor. I thought of what you said about ‘being tied down’, and I think you’re full of it.

Each morning, you comb your fingers through my hair and hum sailor songs to me when you think I’m sleeping.

Each night, I catch you listening to my heartbeat over the sound of lapping waves on the hull.

I saw the way you stared daggers at that barmaid, who asked to take me to bed, even though I declined.

You may not know your heart, but I do. One day, I hope you’ll wear a token of my love for you, so all may know your heart as I do.

I’ll keep the ring and give it to you when you’re ready. Maybe it’ll be my good luck charm against whatever fresh terrors await me at Adamant. Wish me luck.

Yours,

Hawke

Heaving a heavy sigh, Isabela tucked the letter away again, and affixed the ring to her finger. A token of what she’d had, what she’d treasured, and what she’d lost. Something real to hold on to. Something of Hawke.

[haltandcatchfiretothemax]

FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2025 #1: Headcanon that Cameron and Donna both contribute and donate to Archive of Our Own Dot Org

Cameron and Donna both have ao3 accounts, but didn’t realize it until Donna went to respond to a Captain Janeway/Seven of Nine fic only to see a complimentary comment that had been left by a licoriceatmutinydotnet. Donna replied to their reply, “…Cameron?” Cameron figured out that the comment had been left by Donna from her username, TheSymphonic, and replied, “Nope sorry wrong number BYE”.

Donna has not let Cameron live this reply down, but they’ve learned to co-exist peacefully and independently on the site:

Sometimes they sit at the kitchen table and work on their WIPs at the same time, but they also lovingly mostly ignore each other’s fics and comments

Cameron does more writing, and Donna does more reading and commenting/encouraging

Cameron mostly writes domestic fluff, while Donna will post unabashed smut

Donna only writes about sapphic pairings, while Cameron frequently writes m4m and bisexual m4f

Cameron writes long multi-chapter fics, while Donna only writes one-shots, and is known for posting steamy drabbles

Donna will write fics about any and every ship that speaks to her, while Cameron has a short list of fandoms to which she contributes

They’re both heavy into Star Trek, The X-Files, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, obviously

Cameron also writes about Westworld, Lost, Battlestar Galactica, and The Lord of the Rings. Her most popular fics by far are the ones she writes about bi!Aragorn/bi!Arwen

Donna’s all-time favorite ships are Scully/Reyes and Faith/Willow; lately she’s been into Supercorp, the couple from the new Orphan Black series which then led her back to Trishica and other Jessica Jones fics, and, of course, Caitvi

Cameron mostly keeps her favorite fics to herself, but Donna sends her favorites to Cameron regularly

Lately she sends her a lot of Caitvi fics, and Cameron dutifully looks at all of them, not having the heart to tell her that she’s more into Jayvik, and is also intrigued by the rare Sevika/Jinx pairing

They’ve had multiple conversations about the criticisms that ao3 gets for allowing stories about assault and abuse, and reached the conclusion that ao3 shouldn’t be held responsible for the very tiny but vocal minority of users who go around threatening to abuse in real life if they can’t post their assault and murder and incest fics and might pose an actual danger

They’ve both been downloading their favorite fics, because they’re both worried about the site being targeted and/or shut down, and have had multiple conversations about both

While this is obviously a huge bummer, Donna is coping by throwing herself into the very popular Caitvi NASA fic, and Cameron has started to read and enjoy it too

[leohtttbriar]

i don't want to take my own fanfic-femslash-instincts-in-response-to-a-fandom-poll too seriously here, but i do think there is a realized queer-reading to be done about eowyn and faramir in the lord of the rings, not least because eowyn is the only character, possibly the whole series, who is Aware of her own gender.

like, faramir is positioned slightly outside his own family and is criticized for not truly being loyal to it in the way his father and brother might prefer. "wizard's pupil" he's called, and he laments to frodo about, in these times, how people honor leaders of men for being warriors over anything else, like learned. of course, he is honoring his family in the way he understands it best, with his adherence to the vision of numenor and the city and faithful work to tolkien's existential music (even if he doesn't name it that); just as eowyn is loyal when she declares herself a shieldmaiden of old, wanting to ride out for her king rather than "burn with the hall," as other women had done, as haleth had done (even she doesn't name her). they are both reaching back to a less immediate version of the families and fathers they have pledged to.

obviously this is part of why tolkien paired them together--they match. but the substance of their matching is that of being outside the present norm. and it's because of their superficial marginality at the beginning of each of their stories (eowyn, a sad creature in her uncle's house, and faramir, not even present as his brother reported faramir's dream) and their other-ness that allows for victory where it was most necessary. tolkien's idea of doom placing faramir in the path of the ring so he might reject it due to his otherness and guide frodo into mordor; and placing eowyn in the path of the witch-king, the embodiment of corrupted man, so she might help vanquish him being a woman. they're both successful in their specific heroic moments by acting outside of the values of their present. also they're both melancholic and reflective. and then before aragorn officially returns, tolkien devotes like a whole chapter to their falling in love. like a paralleling of fecundity and newness which is fairly queer-themed. eowyn and faramir doing what their brothers could not and then committing to each other. very sapphic love.

[lotr-sesa]

TWO WEEKS until the 2023 Lord of the Rings Secret Santa claiming and posting deadline!

There are now TWO WEEKS left to get those fills in! Claiming will run all the way until the posting deadline on December 31st.

Currently, just over half the prompts have been claimed. Our goal is to make sure every prompter gets at least one of their prompts filled. Have a look and see if you can help us out, or reblog this post as a signal boost. We'd love to see all the prompts filled in honour of the 20th anniversary! ❤️

Here are prompts still waiting for some love:

There's gen prompts for:

Poppy & Nori from Rings of Power

Dain Ironfoot -focused fic

time-travelling Gandalf

Broader ensemble prompts for both Lord of the Rings (The Fellowship, Third Age Dunedain) and The Silmarillion (almost any character).

Romance/pairing (varying ratings) prompts:

Bronwyn/Arondir from Rings of Power (this one an AU prompt)

Legolas/Imrahil (either m/m or gen)

Fingolfin/Maglor (modern AUs possible)

Galadriel/Sauron

Caranthir/Caranthir's Wife/Haleth

Boromir/Faramir

There are also some kinky prompts if that's your cup of tea:

Dom Arwen

two different prompts with bottom Melkor (AU and First Age)

You can find all the prompts HERE, as the prompt meme format doesn't allow for linking to individual prompts. :(

If you are new to the format, AO3 has a helpful FAQ here.

This year's timeline (2023):

Prompt Posting: November 1st to 30th.

Claiming: December 1st to 31st.

Collection Open for Posting: December 1st to 31st.

All Fills Due: December 31st 2023.

The Rules (2023):

You will be able to post up to 2 prompts between November 1st and 30th, and we will do our best to make sure at least one of your prompts is filled.

Your fill is due December 31st 11:59 pm Pacific Time (if you want a countdown timer to fret over, there's one here). Please post it to AO3 (and nowhere else, until January 3rd).

As a matter of fairness, please make your story more than 750 words (1000 is better).

Once claiming has opened, please only claim a prompt if you plan on actually fulfilling your end of the bargain, and please only claim one prompt at a time. After you have completed your fill, you may claim a new one.

Claiming a prompt: use the "Claim" button next to the prompt you want to claim. (You can find open prompts under "Prompts" in the sidebar.) Several people can claim the same prompt. You can also claim a prompt without having submitted any of your own.

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[innumerable-stars]

The Adventures of Tom Bombadil Promo Post

(written by @edgeoflight)

Summary: The Adventures of Tom Bombadil is a collection of poems set in Middle-earth around the time of Lord of the Rings. Some of them are purported to be written by Frodo or Sam, but many have more mysterious origins, or have clearly been passed down from older times as oral tradition among hobbits.

Why should I check out this canon? If you’re into hobbit lore, poems, exploring the corners of Middle-earth and mysterious things happening in strange places, then definitely have a look. Some of the themes of the poems involve shadows and reflections, trolls, Frodo’s experiences after the War, dragons and their hoards, Elves inviting mortals to go to Valinor, cats, Mewlips and Gorcrows, the Man in the Moon, Tom Bombadil, and much more.

Where can I get this? The Adventures of Tom Bombadil is sold as a book on its own wherever you would normally purchase books. It’s also available in Kindle format from Amazon. It is also available in Tales From the Perilous Realm, which can be borrowed on the Internet Archive. If you aren’t able to obtain it for whatever reason, let me (@edgeoflight) know, and I’ll provide you with a copy.

What fanworks already exist? There are 16 works so far on AO3, and they involve everything from femslash about Mee and Shee, to exploring what Gorcrows are, to works inspired by the various poems.