#lotr writing challenge

[teddy06writes]

Whumptober Day 15 - Aragorn

Aragorn x gn!reader

Prompt: Hiding an injury

Trigger Warnings: Violence/battle, graphic descriptions of an wound, implied character death

Summary: Somewhere in the thicket of Helms Deep, you're injured, but in the chaos that follows, doing anything about it seems to slip your mind.

{Less so hiding an injury and more like unaware of injury}

The battle had been long and terrible. There had been more close calls than you could count, and many times where you swore death itself had almost closed its hands around you. You had ridden out in the face of impending doom, and made it to the other side.

But now that the battle had been won, the real work began.

The carnage stretched through the valley, into the walls of Helm's Deep itself. Adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you put aside the aches and pains that pervaded you, making yourself useful where ever you could.

You found yourself joining in the effort to round up the wounded, moving them safely within the walls of the fortress, where healers began their work in earnest.

As you made the trek back and forth countless times, you could feel your exhaustion beginning to catch up to you. The ache in your side became more and more persistent, just as it seemed harder and harder to draw air into your lungs.

The next time you turned to go back out into the wreckage, the ache seemed to turn to an ice hot burning.

"Are you alright, laddie?" Gimli asked as you moved past where he seemed to be spectating Aragorn, Gandalf and Theoden's discussion.

You nodded, starting to wave him off, "Tired, is all."

"Come and rest then," Gandalf turned, a knowing smile playing at his lips, "One might say you've earned it."

You tried to smile at the jest, but a new jab of pain stabbed at your side. With a wince, you pressed your hand to your side, only to let out another hiss of pain, as your hand connected with something warm and wet.

"Meleth nin?" Aragorn's focus shifted to you in an instant.

Your eyes met for a brief moment, before they seemed to move in tandem to your newly crimson stained hand. You couldn't help but let out a chuckle of disbelief, despite the pain now radiating through your body.

The room was filled with noises of confusion and concern, but they all seemed dull and far away now. You took half a step toward your lover, but your legs seemed to falter, and the next thing you knew you were stumbling to the ground.

The stone was cold beneath you, and Aragorn was at your side in the space of one sluggish blink. His hand was firm against your wound, applying painful pressure despite your pleading for him to stop.

With his other hand, he cupped your cheek, "Why didn't you say anything, my love?"

You gulped down a whimper of pain, "I didn't- I didn't realize-"

But he wasn't listening, instead turning over his shoulder to bark out an order to someone you couldn't see. Distantly, as if underwater, you could hear Gimli's reply.

Somewhere between one blink and another, Aragorn had grown more frantic, pressing dressings to your wound, muttering something that sounded strange and fuzzy to your ears.

The pain had dulled away now, leaving your body cold, numb, and inexplicably empty. You gripped at Aragorn's arm, trying to anchor yourself, but no matter what you did, you seemed to be slipping further and further away.

The last thing you heard before the darkness consumed you was his final, desperate call of your name.

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

And remember kids, the next time someone tells you, "George R. R. Martin wouldn't make Jon Snow the typical fantasy hero because that's cliche".....

Oh yes he would!

One viewer wants to know what character would you play (on the show)? GRRM: If I could magically clap my hands and become a different person, it would be cool to play Jon Snow who's much more of the classic hero. Everybody wants to be the classic hero! ABC Interview, 2014

GRRM: And the character I’d want to be? Well who wouldn’t want to be Jon Snow — the brooding, Byronic, romantic hero whom all the girls love. Meduza Interview, 2017

In fact he already has ☺️

[melestasflight]

‘You have returned to Middle-earth for Maglor Fëanorion, you said?’ Elrond asks. ‘Yes, I am to beckon him come back to Valinor at last,’ Fingon answers hopefully. Few others had been willing to return to Middle-earth, and Fingon had already saved a Fëanorian cousin before. That made him more qualified for this task than most.

Had a blast writing this Fingon/Maglor for @silmsmutexchange based on @whovianofmidgard fantastic prompts. Shoutout to @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras and @mircallaruthven for helping me spin the Rohirrim worldbuilding. This was a new challenge for me.

[maeofthenoldor]

𝚃𝚘��𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 2024 Prompt List:

For every aspect of Tolkien works, such as Lotr, Silmarillion, The Hobbit.... ect.

Favourite Character

Favourite Dynamic/Duo

Romance/Canon-Non-canon

Friendship

Redesign book cover

Gold/Riches/Mithril

Cultures/Customs

Journey/Guidance/Elven-star

Favourite setting

Magic

Elves/Dwarves/Men

Genderswap/Outfit redesign

Herald/Music/Hymns

Celebration

Sauron/Shapeshifting

OC

Animal/Critter/Monster/Wargs

Character redesign

Favourite villain

Scene redraw

Horror/Dark

Alternate Universe/Modern Au

Anuir

Palantir

The Void/Abyss/Flame imperishable

Second breakfast/Early mornings/Shire

Found family/Parent-child/Siblings

Sword, Morgul Blade/Gurthang

Ancestor/Legacy

Middle-earth/Beleriand

Free day

[smexy-balrogs]

Galadriel has never known peace. Most definitely not whilst she traveled to the ends of Middle-Earth through ice and fire and rain and wind, seeking revenge on a counterfeit power. Not in Lindon, where she woke up every morning to the faint smell of the sea and spent her days with her dear Elrond underneath the ever-orange leaves. Not even in the Far West, where her brothers spun her around in the fresh mountain air and the light of the Trees shone on her skin and her hair.

Sometimes, she blames it on her wretched uncle and his leering stares. Fëanor was greedy and volatile and prideful. Worst of all, Galadriel saw herself in him. His hands were much like hers, slender and calloused from ages spent in Aulë’s forge, but his touch was sinister, stroking her hair as if she were another of his crafts to reshape into something more beautiful.

Other times, Galadriel blames it on her kin. For all their light, the Ñoldor were made too curious, too eager. She still remembers the first kinslaying—her first taste of death—and the all-consuming hatred that after and forevermore filled her.

Galadriel, last of the Golden House of Finarfin.

No, she has never known peace.

But perhaps, she thinks, this is as close to peace as she has ever gotten. Standing next to the devil himself. The waves crash on the shore below them and send seaspray onto her face. She licks her lips, feeling his eyes track the movement.

Galadriel has always been a creature of war. The other children in the Undying Lands, she knew, detested her under the thin veil of admiration they displayed. As a child, she could not ascertain whether they felt fear or abhorrence, although she still often dreamt of vengeance. Yet for all her daydreams, when Fëanor gave to her the opportunity to take it on a silver platter, vengeance had felt vile. She has never forgotten the sight of the white swan-sails dotted with the crimson blood of her mother’s kin at Alqualondë. Though she has not laid down her sword, not once, to keep fighting for the fate of Middle-Earth, there are still those who believe her to be an abomination: those who sided with Fëanor when he spread her legs and claimed her hair wrought the ruin of all children of the One.

“There will never be another like us,” the man who is not a man smiles sidelong at her, “my queen.”

This path they are hurtling down is treacherous, but Galadriel has never known anything else.

[cilil]

Tengwar

AN: A little gift for @maglor-my-beloved🤍

✍ Prompt: Yanta (bridge) - Elrond x River Spirit ✍ Synopsis: Elrond seeks out a kindred spirit. ✍ Warnings: / ✍ Drabble ✍ SWG archive

Night has fallen and the moon shines over Imladris, but Lord Elrond sleeps not. 

As if bound by the invisible spell of soundless song, he walks down to the river. There is light in his eyes, like the star of Eärendil. 

Elrond stands on the bridge and looks down at the rushing water below, searching for something other eyes can't see. 

There is a presence hidden within, one that answers only him. An ancient, beautiful face, wide dark eyes and silvery skin, a voice singing in a strange language. 

Smiling, Elrond listens to them, and something in his fëa understands. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

taglist: @uruk-thighs @elanna-elrondiel @i-did-not-mean-to @numenhore

[celeluwhenfics]

Drabble challenge! Théodred as the character and “perfect” as the word. (Not putting my thumb on the scales at all! Though I do, indeed, believe him to be perfect, I will not be upset in the least if you apply the word to someone else or in a different context as part of your drabble! 🙂)

Thank you for the ask, and Rohan themed! Perfect... Théodred... It was almost too easy. I tried to give a little (sweet) twist! 🍦

'Wait, there's more coming!' The early summer sun played amongst the ivy leaves falling like curtains over the colonnade. Spots of light and shade danced across the table, making the crystal glasses and silver dishes sparkle under the crumbs and ruins of a copious meal. 'More?' Théodred stretched with a groan. 'It is all delicious, but I have had so much already, I am quite sure that Silverswift will refuse to carry me!' Boromir's gaze lazed over his arms, his neck, his chest, and flashed hopefully at the hem of his tunic for a glimpse of his bare skin. 'You cannot make me believe that you are full already. A strong rider like you needs his sustenance, and you had a long journey to get here!' Théodred puffed, rubbing his stomach. 'Well, it shall be a quite a culinary deed to convince me to eat any more than this.' 'Have some faith in the cooks of Minas Tirith!' A servant placed two chiseled coupes in front of them and slid away. Théodred marvelled at the alternating layers of fruit and smooth, cloud-like dollops. 'I must say, it does look nice...' He raised an expectant spoon. 'Peaches from the orchards of South Ithilien, raspberries from Lossarnach, cream of almond, aquafaba meringue, nectar of the maple, and just a hint of rose from the garden! But of course, if you are not hungry anymore, there is no need to--' 'And how do you call this?' slurred Théodred through a mouthful. 'A parfait,' smiled Boromir. 'It means perfect.' Their eyes laughed into each other's. 'Just like you.'

[horrible-bingos]

Welcome to Horrible Bingos' Summer/Winter 2024 This or That Mini Challenge!

The purpose of this mini challenge is to offer some dark seasonal prompts to any creatives out there!

This prompt card will be running between the moment of its publication and until September 20th, with a new card coming up for the Fall/Spring season by then!

You can pick one column and stick to it, the one that fits your own season or not; you can also do both columns if you have the chance (please, don't overwork yourself!), or cherry pick prompts according to what you like. You can do Summer's column all the way down and then switch and do "Folk Horror" instead of "Survival" for all you want! You can also interpret the prompts in any way you want, even stray away from Horror or Speculative fiction, except of course for the final two prompts, which are much more straightforward.

All fandoms and original works are welcome, same with pairings, alternate universes, and other content. All I will ask of you is to tag and warn accordingly: you may keep general au/tone/trope tags as vague as you wish, but please add warnings either before the text or in tags, even if it's only in the name of courtesy.

All that matters is that you can find something to get you creating, whether that's a written work, a little sketch, or even a mood board or playlist! Do an essay if you want!

There are no official minimums or maximums, but I can give some recommendations: min. 100 words for writing; min. a clean pencil sketch for art; min. 3 songs for a playlist; min. 3 images for a mood board; min. 1 picture for edits. Also, prompts can be combined freely. If you wish to use all of Winter's prompts in a single short story, go on ahead!

Tag the blog in any of your creations if you want me to reblog your post!

Challenge card made with Canva. Background picture source: photography by Sasha Matic at Unsplash.

[emmanuellececchi]

For the Comfort fic Roulette challenge

I decided to challenge myself. I am always terrified to ask prompts and not being able to deliver. Time to push myself.

if possible, add suggestion for the ship or person you would like to see this written.

I will wait a week and see what you've chosen!

[eruscreaminginthedistance]

I love that I'm now back in a writing mood but what that means is that I can only get through about 10 pages of Fellowship before I need to write again

[madwomansapologist]

Hiiii 💛💛💛 here's an idea, Mary's Song by taylor swift (an underrated masterpiece!) + your favorite member of the Fellowship of the ring (LOTR) 💖💖💖

Taylor Swift Writing Challenge: Mary's Song (Oh My My My)

Masterlist | Rules | Taglist | Library | More Aragorn | #taylor swift writing challenge | AO3

synopsis: Elrond wanted you to remain in Rivendell, but you needed to represent the Vale Elves in the Fellowship of the Ring. And you needed to make sure Aragorn was okay.

warnings: DO IT FOR FRODO. Boromir lives

note: just the best song from debut. let's be honest, it was wrote about Aragorn and Arwen. thank you for your request, you're a big inspiration for me :)

Boromir tried to light the fire, but Pippin and Merry insisted for him to teach them more about combat. Boromir complained and continued to work on the fire, but you could see his smile at the constant requests. In your opinion, the only being capable of being truly irritated with the two hobbits is Gandalf.

Frodo sat beside you at the beginning of the cave and imitated you, observing the trail. You both could see Aragorn's back, who was taking advantage of the moonlight in search of fresh meat. "How did you both meet?" Frodo asked, now glaring at you.

"It's a long story." You always found intriguing how his eyes seen to contain sparks.

Frodo opened his mouth, but you already knew what he would say. "We have time for that."

"We do, mister Frodo." You looked for Aragorn, just to make sure he was safe and sound, and turned your body towards the hobbit. Gimli was out there with him, they will be fine. "I was seven. He was nine."

Elrond welcomed him into the Valley with open arms. Men were few among the Elves, but Aragorn was never a strange presence. He was just a kid who needed a home. And there is no shortage of houses in the Valley.

You remember the house in the backyard tree. Sometimes you want to get back. Not only to that house, but to that time. You remember how you both would scream at one another, enraged by the pranks that the other made. Aragorn always said he'd beat you up, and he was bigger than you. He never did. Never.

It was easier. Life was easier. You remember the stars shining, how the sky was somehow bigger than it's now. That moment when the world was a valley wide. When Sauron, power rings and a war were just bedtime tales.

You told Frodo about how you dared him to kiss you and you were ten. Ashamed, you ran when Aragorn tried. That night you slept well.

Just two kids. Aragorn and you.

Suddenly you wasn't just a little girl and Aragorn weren't a little boy anymore. When you're sixteen, something changed. Elrond jokes with other elves stopped being just jokes.

It was about the time you both started fighting. Slamming of doors instead of hugging goodnight. You remember all the times you both fight and you ran to your room, just to find out on the next morning that he stayed outside waiting for you.

"A few years had gone and come around", you told Frodo. "We were sitting at our favorite spot in Rivendell. Right in front of the river. And Aragorn looked at me, got down on one knee."

"And what did you say?" Pippin asked. Now everyone was paying attention. "Don't stop at the best part!"

"I've said I do." You proudly stated, showing the silver ring on your hand. Gandalf smiled to himself, remembering you walking down the aisle.

"It was beautiful", said Legolas. "You were beautiful."

For today, that was the end of your story. But you know that one day it will take longer to tell it. Because one you'll talk about rocking your baby on that very front porch Aragorn asked you to be his.

You'll be eighty-seven, Aragorn will be eighty-nine. You'll still look at him like the stars that shine, telling that story for your child's child. It would be a great song. Yes, it would.

GENERAL TAGLIST: @suakemi @notanalienindisguiseblink

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

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[aperiodofhistory]

20 books in 2025

I'm so satisfied with the previous reading year. Probably because I have read mostly some of my favorite genres, fantasy, history, and horror. This year I want to tackle the following books, that have sat on my TBR for some time now. But also succumb to my mood reading habits of picking up books that feel right for that time of year.

The library of Babel by Jorge Luis Borges

Babel by Rebecca F. Kuang

Legends & Lattes by Baldree Travis

Fabric: The Hidden History of the Material World by Victoria Finlay

The Island of missing trees by Elif Shafak

Ways of being by James Bridle

The Gathering Dark: An Anthology of Folk Horror by various authors

The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follet

Shakespearean: On Life & Language in Times of Disruption by Robert McCrum

Femina by Ramírez Janina

Anything by Ava Reid

The road by Cormac McCarthy

Red rising by Pierce Brown

Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer

Spinning silver by Naomi Novik

Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

More of Jane Austen

The bog wife, by Kay Chronister

Throne of glass series, by Sarah J. Mass

The tenant of Wildfell Hall, by Anne Bronte

[gondolinweek]

HEAR YE! HEAR YE!

Note: This will be the last early details revealed before we unveil the individual scenarios for our daily prompts.

May 14th Feast of Summer Turgon, Idril, Eärendil

May 15th Ceremony of Silence Aredhel, Maeglin, Rog

May 16th Songs of Sunrise Ecthelion, Salgant

May 17th Dance of Daylight Duilin, Egalmoth, Penlod

May 18th Tales of Triumph Galdor, Glorfindel, Pengolodh

May 19th Parade of Passage Tuor, Voronwë

May 20th Freedom of Summer FREE

While we cannot stop you from using this information to begin creating your works (and, in fact, encourage you to), we would ask that you consider using tumblr's scheduling feature to post your works. Regarding works posted in the AO3 archive, the collection will be moderated throughout the event, and works will be revealed once Gondolin Week begins on May 14th.

[wanderingjedihistorian]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aragorn/Arwen Undómiel, Aragorn & Boromir (Tolkien), Arwen Undómiel & Boromir Characters: Arwen Undómiel, Boromir (Tolkien), Aragorn (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Post-War of the Ring (Tolkien), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Boromir Lives (Tolkien), supportive aragorn, Supportive Arwen, letting go, Boromir Needs a Hug (Tolkien), Implied future Aragorn/Arwen/Boromir Summary: Just because the war is over doesn't mean everything is easy. Boromir still struggles with guilt and shame. Arwen and Aragorn are there for him.

Belated for my October Challenge Day 19 Prompt: Blush

[i-did-not-mean-to]

April Alphabet Masterlist

So...here are my stories for the April Alphabet.

I've decided to also offer (supplementary or alternative) inspiration for my birthday celebration.

A - Archery - Kíli x OC (for @fandomfaeryreads)

B - Battle - Ori x reader (for @maalezzo)

C - Courtship - Gil-Galad x Glorfindel (for @maglor-my-beloved)

D - Dress-up - Erestor for @eunoiaastralwings

E - Escape - Boromir x OC for @scyllas-revenge

F - Flowers - Haldir x OC for @sorisooyaa

G - Gold - Fíli x OC (for @laurfilijames)

H - Horses - Éomer x OC (for @laurfilijames)

I - Inebriated - Nwalin (for @lordoftherazzles)

J - Jewellery - Celebrimbor x Maeglin (for @maglor-my-beloved)

K - Key - Ori x OC (for me)

L - Languages - Faramir x Éowyn (for @scyllas-revenge)

M - Mountains - Angbang

N - Nighttime - Námo & Irmo (in honour to @cílil)

O - Ordinary - Russingon

P - Picnic - Bagginshield (for @myeaglesong)

Q - Quiet - Finwëan Widows (for ME)

R - Royalty - Gondolin OT3 (for @jaz-the-bard)

S - Swords - Eönwë for @cilil

T - Tragedy - Bagginshield (for @maalezzo)

U - Unexpected - Beleg x Mablung (for @lycheesodas)

V - Voices - Maglor/Daeron/Finrod

W - Waterfall - Thranduil x reader (for @scyllas-revenge)

X - XOXO - Ori x OC, Fíli x OC, Teacher AU

Y - Yearning - Boromir x OC (for @lathalea)

Z - ZzZ's - Éomer x OC (for @laurfilijames)

This was fun!

[glorestorweek]

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