#merry/eowyn

[headcanonsandmore]

Most of Tumblr: Idea of March is about stabbing Julius Caesar.

Me and, like, four other people: Ides of March is Merrywyn Day.

[the-eclectic-penguin]

[starknesskenobi]

I love that canonically Sauron is an arts and crafts enjoyer like RIP Sauron my king you would've fucking loved the hot glue gun

[andata-e-ritorno]

Art by Ami Thompson

[rohirriiim]

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RETURN OF THE KING 2003 | dir. Peter Jackson

[emilybeemartin]

Okay, I finished the main images that have been plaguing my brain, so help yourself to: Gondor-Rohan Weddin Day, AU Edition

BROTHER HONOR GUARD

Also details because we all know I love symbolism: Eowyn's carrying Theoden's sword, and she has a Gondorian medal of honor and seabird-wing necklace, while Faramir has a Rohanian crest.

After all the tragedy and trauma, you know--you know--Boromir and Eomer would spend all day being stupid giddy and trying to start shit to cover up for it.

With help from Merry and Pippin

Get him, Eowyn

Who's that in the crowd eyeballing the Third Marshal of the Riddermark?

Final shot for everyone who's obsessed with Boromir's awesome hugs

Okay I have to stop for now or I'm gonna miss a plane, byeee

[missmargaretcarter]

Can I just say how much I enjoy that almost everyone in Lord of the Rings is an adult. Like a grown ass adult. I do realize the hobbits are relatively young for their species, but there’s no chosen one teenagers, they’re not a group of random twenty something’s who also happen to somehow be geniuses, no childlike drama or super honed abilities that have somehow only been developed before high school. Just a bunch of old, weary adults getting shit done, honing their craft after years and years and being badass regardless of age.

Editing for the new folks reblogging: Pippin is the exception this. I mentioned the hobbits are young for their species, with Pippin being the youngest. Still, the main idea is that overall, this isn’t a YA novel with all twenty-something protagonists.

[jillvalart]

The Lord of The Rings illustration 🏔️⚔️🐴🌾

Made last summer for @/zinencarton on iG !

It was a pleasure working on this, thanks again to the zine’s staff for having me on this project alongside super talented artists!!!

[rarepairnation]

isnt it insane that merry and pippin spent like the span of weeks apart in different countries and immediately made new besties whose lives they save in their final battles. like merry strikes the blow on the witch king that lets eowyn kill him and pippin pulls faramir out of denethor's pyre. and then eowyn and faramir ended up marrying each other. isn't that wild. were merry and pippin conspiring in the houses of healing like hey i think my new best friend would be great with your new best friend how quickly do you think we can get them to fall in love. was there great hobbit cacophony when faramir kisses eowyn on the ramparts. i think yes.

[thelien-art]

Shieldmaiden of Rohan, and Lady of Ithilien; Warrior and Healer

Chamomile: Chamomile helps to improve sleep, reduce anxiety, hay fever, inflammation, muscle spasms, wounds, ulcers, digestive disorders, and rheumatic pain - Chamomile symbolizes joy, positivity, peace, grace, and good luck.

Calendula: Calendula treats burns, bruises, and cuts - Calendula symbolizes endurance (due to its long bloom time), joy, remembrance, and grief.

Lavender: Lavender helps with sleep, treats skin blemishes, relieves pain, reduces blood pressure, combats fungus growth, and promotes hair growth; Lavender symbolizes purity, devotion, serenity, and grace - the color purple is the color of royalty, elegance, refinement and luxury.

Taraxacum (dandelion): Taraxacum leaves are used to stimulate the appetit, help digestion, and help the immune system - Taraxacum symbolizes hope, strength, and transformation.

Eowyn lived in Ithilien with Faramir, who had been declared ruling Prince of the land, after the war of the ring, and dwelt together in the hills of Emyn Arnen, where she was known as both the Lady of Ithilien and Emyn Arnen, as well as Shieldmaiden of Rohan, and shield arm.

[torchwood-99]

Eowyn's dynamic with Merry is so important because the minute she is introduced, we see how she is excluded from the "band of brothers" relationships that are the heart of the plot, on account of her sex.

After Theoden's recovery, Eowyn is sent away from Theoden while Eomer is summoned, because Eowyn's role in his life is that of caretaker, and thus when he no longer needs a caretaker, she is no longer needed at his side. Eowyn is left behind to watch the men ride together, fellow at arms, to guard an empty house.

On account of her sex, she is locked into relationships, that of niece, sister and dry nurse, that sees her left constantly on the side-lines, excluded from the emotional heart of the story.

Comradely dynamics are the emotional core of the story, and Eowyn being denied them is a key feature of her isolation and despair.

But our final image of Eowyn, the final time we hear her speak and see her act, is her embracing Merry, her brother at arms, affirming her loyalty to him, and sharing in this bond with Eomer, no longer only "sister", but now also "sister in arms."

[headcanonsandmore]

'How Soon The Dawn?'

Summary: During one night in the house of healing, Eowyn feels the sickness from the witch king growing within her. She needs to feel alive again; luckily, Merry is an enthusiastically willing participant.

This fic is part of Merrywyn Day 2024 (15.03.2024), celebrating the Eowyn/Merry pairing and organised by the fantastic @spectraling!

(Warning; this fic does contain scenes of a sexual nature)

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Meriadoc Brandybuck (Merry, to those closest to him) dimly opened his eyes.

It was now past sundown, and his room in the house of healing was now lit only by the small amount of moonlight that was poking through the long curtains over the window.

He sat up in bed, and rubbed his eyes, curious as to what had woken him up. Even with his injuries sustained on the battlefield, he was not in the habit of waking up until morning; Hobbits generally enjoyed their rest.

It was at that moment that he heard the sounds of sobbing from the next room.

Merry immediately turned and slipped his feet over the side of the bed. He pulled the covers off him, and awkwardly climbed off the human-sided bed onto the cool tiles of the floor below. Minas Tirith generally didn’t have much call for Hobbit-sized furniture and -given Merry’s unusual size, even for a Hobbit- they hadn’t been able to find a bed suitable for him.

Crossing the floor of the room with virtually no noise, Merry slid open the door and hurried out into the dark corridor beyond. A few moments later, he arrived at the door of the next room. He was just about to seize the doorhandle when he remembered who lay within the room; it would not be considered proper to barge into a lady’s room without a second thought.

Merry instead lifted his knuckles to the door, and gently tapped.

‘Lady Éowyn?’ he whispered, just loud enough to be heard. ‘Are you alright?’

There was a stirring from inside the room, and the sound of feet pattering across tiles. Sur enough, a few moments later, the door opened.

Lady Éowyn of Rohan stood in the pale moonlight, wearing a long linen nightgown. Her blonde hair was hanging loose. Her eyes were rimmed by a soft pink colour.

‘Merry?’ she said, softly. ‘My apologies, did I wake you?’

‘Not at all, my lady,’ he replied. ‘Is anything the matter?’

‘I…’ -Lady Éowyn’s eyes filled with tears- ‘Oh, Merry…’

‘My lady?’

‘Please… come in…’ she sobbed, softly. ‘I could use the company…’

Merry duly headed inside the room, and the lady of Rohan closed the door behind him.

Standing awkwardly in the centre of the room, Merry was distinctly aware that he hadn’t been properly alone with Lady Eowyn since the battle. Both of them had been unconscious for a long time afterwards and, on the occasions they had met since, they had been accompanied either by those who worked in the house of healing or by Pippin, Lord Faramir or Éomer.

Lady Éowyn swung her legs back onto the mattress, lying down under the covers, and patted the space on the bed next to her.

Swallowing heavily, Eowyn climbed onto the mattress and lay down beside her, pulling the covers over him as he did so. Normally, he would have been startled by the casual intimacy, but the lady of Rohan looked so forlorn that the thought went out of his mind as quickly as a cloud on a summers day.

‘Oh, brave Merry,’ the lady said, softly. ‘I fear I may not be long for this world.’

Merry felt his mouth fall open, and his heart ache.

‘I feel a horrible sickness,’ she continued, with a quiet melancholy. ‘Like some sort of inner darkness within it. It is spreading in my mind and my heart, and I do not know how to prevent it doing so.’

‘L-Lady Éowyn-’

‘Please, just… Éowyn,’ she said. ‘If anyone has earned that right, it is you, my brave Hobbit.’

‘Éowyn,’ Merry said, slowly. ‘I have felt this sickness too, since the battle but… I was able to overcome it.’

‘How?’

‘Through friendship,’ Merry explained. ‘My good friend, Pippin, has often visited me, with some of the best pipeweed in the land.’

Éowyn smiled, her cheeks dimpling slightly as she did so.

‘I do not know if I can smoke pipeweed,’ she replied, softly. ‘I have never smoked anything such as it in my life, and it is possible that it may not work on a woman in the same way it would work for a Hobbit such as yourself.’

‘Maybe… maybe the pipeweed isn’t the answer,’ Merry said. ‘Maybe it is simply a renewal of desire to be alive.’

Éowyn blinked, as if confused. Without thinking, Merry reached out and softly clasped her hand in his.

‘Oh, Merry…’

Before Merry quite knew what was happening, Éowyn had drawn close and pressed her lips to his.

Startled, he did not move, but he did not pull away either. Perhaps it was the latter that seemed to give the lady of Rohan courage, as one of her hands cupped Merry’s face while the other reached around his back, pulling him closer to her.

Merry was suddenly very aware of two very soft places pressing into his chest, and his heart began to hammer in his ears. Without thinking, one of his hands wove itself around Éowyn’s back, sinking into the soft supple flesh as he pressed himself closer.

Her lips were tender and yet bold against his. The lady was breathing heavily, giving out soft gasps of air against him as their lips caressed each other. A thousand years could have passed, and Merry would not have noticed. In fact, he was not sure how long they stayed like that, engrossed in each other, pushing through the pain and aches within themselves, drowning in the pleasure of each other’s touch.

Eventually, although Merry was not sure when, their kisses became softer, and their lips broke apart. Their arms were still clasped around each other, and both of their night-things had ridden up slightly around the legs. One of Merry’s hands was cupping the soft flesh of Éowyn’s rear end, and he could not contain his mounting desire.

‘Master Merry…’ Éowyn said, smirking in the moonlight as her eyes swept over him. ‘I do believe that your spear is standing to attention.’

Merry blinked at her, before heat rose in his cheeks.

‘Er… m-my apologies,’ he stammered. ‘I did not mean to assume anything, Éowyn, but if you wish me to leave, I will-’

‘Oh, stop fretting,’ Éowyn giggled. ‘I do not wish for you to leave, if… if you are happy to stay here… with me?’

Merry nodded, rapt.

Éowyn pressed another kiss to his lips, before sitting up. She slipped her feet off of the bed, stood up, and crossed the room. There was a soft click as she turned the key in the lock.

Slowly, she reached up and undid the bows of her nightdress straps. The garment descended to the floor with a gentle flutter.

Merry’s eyes widened in awe. While it was true that he and Éowyn had shared a tent during the long trek from Rohan to Minas Tirith, he had largely kept his eyes away whenever she had changed in and out of clothes. It had been borne out of circumstance, given that both of them needed to help the other to fasten straps of armour and such like. And, while he had come to admire Éowyn during that time, he had always avoided the temptation to look at her in anything other than a matter-of-fact way.

That was not the case now.

Éowyn’s cheeks flushed with colour as she crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, hair fluttering slightly against her bare skin.

‘Merry,’ she said, softly. ‘It isn’t fair if I am the only one disrobed.’

Merry immediately pulled his nightshirt over his head, and threw it off the side of the bed. The two of them shared a grin.

Éowyn slid over the covers to where Merry sat. Thanks to the Entish draught, there was barely half a foot of height inbetween them now, with Merry’s eyes approximately level with her shoulders.

Thank goodness for the Ents, Merry thought, privately.

Climbing up to be on his knees, Merry placed another kiss to her lips, and Éowyn gave a soft gasp. Her arms encircled him, bringing him closer to her once again.

‘My lady…’ Merry breathed, as he pressed kisses to her neck.

‘I asked you to call me Éowyn…’ she gasped, eyes fluttering shut.

‘My lady Éowyn,’ Merry whispered. ‘The light of my world…’

Eventually, Merry’s kisses became firmer and more passionate, and the two of them sank softly against the mattress, hands trailing over each-others skin, now both slick with sweat from anticipation and longing.

‘Éowyn…’ Merry murmured, against her skin. ‘May I… caress you at your centre?’

Eowyn nodded, breathlessly.

‘Hurry,’ she whispered. ‘Please, Merry…’

Merry resumed his kissing of her skin, sinking down past her neck. As he continued further southwards, he began engrossed in the soft skin of Éowyn’s-

‘O-oh…’ the lady gasped. ‘M-Merry… oh, my…’

Smirking as his lips progressed tenderly around her breasts, Merry could feel the heat of Éowyn’s body against his own. His own desire was beginning to build, but he ignored it; at that moment, Éowyn’s joy was paramount.

His hands continuing to fondle her nipples, Merry began to kiss further and further down her chest, sinking past her waist and, finally, arriving inbetween her legs.

Without a word, Éowyn draped her legs over his shoulders, pulling him close to her centre. Merry let out a soft breath, and the lady shivered deliciously.

‘Merry, please…’ she whispered, warm against him. ‘I need… I need you…’

His heart pounding with delight, Merry bent his head and, drowning in the body of the woman he adored, began to feast.

It started softly, with Éowyn giving out soft giggles of delight. But, as Merry continued, the lady’s body relaxed further and further around him. Éowyn’s exclamations became less soft and more guttural, with heavy breathing. At some point, one of her hands slid down, becoming entangled in Merry’s curly hair.

Merry lost track of time. All he knew was that Éowyn was enjoying herself and, quite frankly, he couldn’t care less about anything else. His explorations of her centre gradually began to be met with sounds he would have never expected from the lady of Rohan; sounds that pushed his own desires to greater and greater heights.

In the pale moonlight of the room, Eowyn’s long blonde hair had become messy as the lady used her free hand to push the strands away from her sweat-soaked forehead. However, the hand then became entangled in the mattress cover, screwing the material in a tight fist as her body began to thrive, driven on by Merry’s devotions.

‘M-Merry…’ she gasped, eyes briefly fluttering open. ‘I… oh, Merry…’

Her eyes were filled with such passion and -was it love?- that Merry felt his heart well and his desire mount further.

‘Éowyn…’ he breathed, against her folds. ‘My lady Éowyn…’

When the climax came, Éowyn’s back arched and her toes curled. Her hand pressed down on the back of Merry’s head, pressing him closer against her centre. Her other hand covered her mouth, stifling an exclamation that would have surely awoken anyone sleeping.

‘M-Merry…’ she gasped, chest heaving. ‘Oh, my Merry…’

As her body relaxed, Merry continued to press tender kisses to her centre, before softly trailing back up her body. Her arms came to slide around him, and the two of them stayed in a soft embrace for a while, simply content to be in the other arms.

‘Merry?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Um… you do appear to still be…’

Merry looked down.

‘Ah, yes,’ he said, a little awkwardly. ‘Don’t worry; we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do-’

‘Oh, stop worrying,’ -Eowyn’s mouth broke into a wide smile- ‘The night is still young and… I have wanted this for a long time.’

‘R-really?’

Eowyn nodded, her cheeks flushing prettily.

‘I should warn you, though; Hobbits are… potent, to say the least,’ Merry replied. ‘If you remember seeing me eat, you will recall that we are ravenous and have appetites far in excess of those of men. Mine is… almost insatiable.’

Éowyn trembled slightly under his touch.

‘Then… let us proceed.’

‘But… my lady, we are not wed.’

‘Merry, you’ve had your head inbetween my legs for the past… however many hours,’ Éowyn giggled. ‘I think we have left the bonds of a strong friendship a while ago.’

‘But what if you become with child?’

Éowyn smiled. With a forcefulness that Merry had not expected, Éowyn wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her.

‘Then what of it? Let us give free rein to passion until the dawn arrives.’

Merry felt his length throb against her folds.

‘My lady,’ he said, eyes glinting. ‘That sounds like a wonderful idea.’

Several hours later, the two of them collapsed on the mattress. As they panted, skin slick with sweat, their arms closed around each-others bodies, pulling the other closer to them.  Éowyn’s arm was now wrapped around Merry’s shoulder, while he himself wrapped an arm around her stomach, nuzzling his face against her still-heaving chest.

‘The dawn has arrived.’

‘Yes, it has,’ Eowyn replied. ‘And I feel very much alive, Merry. Thank you.’

‘Just for that? Or was it for the-’

‘Both, yes,’ -Éowyn let out a giggle- ‘I do believe that I am rather in your debt.’

‘Think nothing of it,’ Merry replied. ‘Although…’

‘What?’

‘If I may ask one thing?’

‘Name it, Merry.’

‘I… I am planning on returning to the Shire at some point,’ he said, quietly. ‘I do not expect you to say yes, but… would you accompany me?’

Éowyn smiled.

‘I mean, if we are discussing dreams for the future, perhaps… would you care to marry me?’

Merry’s eyes widened in shock.

‘C-can I?’ he exclaimed. ‘I’d- that would mean the world to me, Éowyn! But… a Hobbit and a lady?’

‘Why not? This world is such a strange and wonderful place; I can’t imagine Éomer would complain.’

His heart beating joyfully against his chest, Merry’s mouth blossomed into a smile, which Éowyn matched. They both leaned closer, and their lips pressed together in a tender kiss.

The dawn had brought a new dawn not just to the world, but to their lives too. The future stretched out ahead of them and, although Merry couldn’t predict the future, he knew that a future with Éowyn was going to be a future worth having, indeed.

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Thanks for reading, everyone; Happy Merrywyn Day 2024! Hope you enjoyed this fic!

[sorcerousundries]

Lalala vs okokok with lotr and the hobbit

Your the lalala, they’re the okokok

Thorin, Fíli, Aragorn, thranduil, Elrond, Arwen, bilbo, gimli, Sam, Éomer, Glorfindel, Bard, Beorn, glóin, Tauriel, Faramir, Boromir, Haldir, Bifur, Dwalin, Balin, Dori, óin, Galadriel

They’re the lalala, your the okokok

Legolas, Frodo, merry, pippin, Éowyn, kíli, celeborn, also Arwen, Lindir, bombur, ori, nori, bofur, meludir

[princessofgondor]

the lord of the rings characters + cuddling with them 🩷

Characters Included: Boromir, Faramir, Aragorn, Arwen, Éowyn, Éomer, Legolas, Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry

I decided I wanted to try doing some LOTR preferences! This is my first time writing for all of these characters besides Boromir so I’m still getting a handle on them. If anyone has any requests for preference posts they’d like to see, please send them my way and I’ll see what I can do!!

Author has only seen the movies, so please forgive any mistakes/inaccuracies!

Boromir is definitely pretty touch-starved, and after cuddling with you for the first time he’s very surprised how much he loves it. It becomes a common occurrence for the two of you, something he looks forward to — especially after a long day of training with his soldiers. He loves being the big spoon, and burying his face in your hair or your neck.

Faramir is a big cuddler for sure. You don’t even need to ask — as soon as you rest your head on his shoulder (when you’re sitting together) or on his chest (when you’re laying down together), he’s got his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. He gives you a lot of forehead kisses when you’re cuddling together.

Aragorn loves the moments where the two of you can just relax together, especially when things are getting stressful. He’s happy for the two of you to simply lay there in silence, holding each other, but if you need to talk about anything he’s always ready to listen.

Arwen has an incredibly calming presence, and cuddling with her can improve your mood no matter how bad you were feeling beforehand. She holds you close, whispering comforting words in your ear and pressing gentle kisses to your face and lips every so often.

Éowyn isn’t used to cuddling, but like Boromir she comes to really enjoy it. You make her feel peaceful and happy in a way that she’s never experienced before, and so she loves to be close to you as often as possible. She has a tendency to play with your hair, and she likes it when you do the same to her.

At first, Éomer tries to look tough and doesn’t admit how much he likes cuddling with you. But each time, it becomes increasingly obvious how much he loves it. Similar to Éowyn, he likes it when you play with his hair.

Legolas finds it adorable how much you love to cuddle with him, especially when you get cold. As an Elf he can’t feel the cold, but he can always tell that the temperature is dropping when you cuddle up to him. He’s perfectly happy to stay bundled up with you for as long as you need him there.

Frodo loves when the two of you cuddle up while reading a book together, though sometimes he gets distracted from the words on the page because he’s looking at you. If this is after the main events of LOTR, I could see your presence/touch being able to help Frodo heal from his traumatic experiences, at least somewhat.

Sam is incredibly affectionate, so he definitely loves cuddling. He’s a bit shy about it at first, getting a bit embarrassed and not knowing what he should be doing — like where should his arms/hands be? He doesn’t want to upset you or make you uncomfortable — but once he’s used to it, it’s his favourite thing in the world.

Pippin absolutely loves cuddling with you and he doesn’t care who knows it. Honestly, if he could spend his entire life cuddled up with you and some snacks then he’d be the happiest Hobbit who ever lived. It doesn’t matter where you are, if you’re near each other he’ll want to either have his arms around you or be resting against you.

I think that like Pippin, Merry loves cuddling, but he’s a little less likely to do it publicly. When it’s just the two of you however he loves nothing more than being close to you. He probably makes little jokes and lightly teases you for being so eager to cuddle with him, but it’s all very light-hearted and you know that he loves it too.

[rivendell-poet]

*･༓˚✧❝𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑)❞‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

○ Aragorn ○ Legolas ○ Frodo ○ Sam ○ Merry ○ Pippin ○ Boromir ○ Faramir ○ Éowyn ○ Éomer ○ Bard ○ Thranduil ○ Tauriel ○ Lindir ○ Haldir ○ Elladan ○ Elrohir ○

No TWs | GN!Reader | Wordcount : 3.3k (each individual around 190~ words) | Read on Ao3

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ When you get to Rivendell the first thing you do is rush to Frodo’s side - checking he’s ok and thanking the healers.

✧ The second thing you do is take in the beauty of Rivendell, eyes going wide as you see the home of the elves in all its splendour.

✧ He’s walking with you and showing you Rivendell, eyes lighting up almost as much as yours when you see the sights - except the light in his eyes and the smile on his face come from your happiness.

✧ Taking note of what makes your eyes shine brightest, he begins to tour more specifically with your preferences in mind.

✧ As you turn around to express your love of something, he realises he’s too focused on trying to capture every inch of your beauty - especially while being in awe like that - that he misses the question.

✧ Aragorn hopes he isn’t blushing too much when he asks you to repeat the question, this time quickly answering it to the best of his abilities.

✧ The next room captures your attention, and Aragorn instinctively goes back to watching you and laughing with you before he realises what he’s doing.

✧ It’s then he realises the blush on his face isn’t because of embarrassment - but because he likes you.

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ Legolas is enjoying his time in Imladris, with one of the greatest things being the company. There is you, of course, and the rest of the Fellowship - but it is also nice to spend some time with fellow elves (who aren’t his subjects).

✧ Or, almost fellow elves, such as the sons of Elrond. He has always been intrigued by them, not just for the heritage, and it’s good to spend time with the two. Eventually, in a conversation with Elrohir, the topic finally comes up.

✧ “What is it like, living with Lúthien’s gift?”

✧ “Gift?” Elrohir looks at the elf, “Most call it a choice. Is there a reason you ask? A… someone you ask for?”

✧ His immediate reaction is to say no, and that he is just curious, but then he thinks harder. Is there someone he would stay on Middle Earth for?

✧ As he thinks, an image of the two of you - bow in your hand and grinning at him, bathed in sunlight - comes into his mind. And his mind subconsciously answers the question. If you would have him, he would answer yes.

✧ The elf stays silent, and Elrohir gives a knowing look, before speaking briefly. Offering some advice, and congratulating Legolas on at least figuring out his feelings.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ Frodo realised he liked you from just about the second he laid eyes on you - you were unlike anyone he had ever known, and that excited and fascinated him.

✧ He expected the crush to go away, eventually, once the novelty wore off and you were known to him as a friend.

✧ Except it never did. With every new smile he saw from you, every word, every laugh falling from your lips - he slowly became more and more enamoured by you.

✧ It was after yet another night that you’d come round for dinner, it was becoming a regular (and welcome) occurrence that he truly realised he didn’t just have a crush.

✧ Frodo was in love with you.

✧ When he’d finally closed the door, watching as you’d walked away, he could still feel the red on his cheeks - and could see the knowing smile Bilbo gave him when he’d turned around.

✧ Patting him on the back, Bilbo had given the young hobbit words of support and encouragement - a twinkle in his eye as he hinted this love may not be unrequited.

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ Sam had seen you in and around the Shire a few times before, stopping briefly to look at you before going back to what he was doing.

✧ At first he’d thought it was just him being observant, until Pippin had been over and pointed out that of all the hobbits in the Shire - he’d only stop to look at you.

✧ He was mortified to realise what he'd been doing, and had thrown himself back into his work with much more vigour. Trying to stop himself from being distracted, again.

✧ It works ok, but while in the Green Dragon Pippin assures him that the comments weren't meant in a bad way, and that they were all glad Sam had 'found someone'.

✧ Sam almost isn't sure what they mean, until he thinks back to all the times he's seen you - the times he's blushed. The very small interactions you two have had, that have then lightened his day.

✧ It's thanks to Pippin's teasing he realises he has a crush on you, and then thanks to Frodo when he can finally interact with you.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ Merry realised he liked you from the second he laid eyes on you.

✧ And not in a silly, young-hobbits-in-love type of crush - but something that reminded him of the story books he'd read as a child.

✧ The ones that said when you met the one for you, you'd feel sparks like Gandalf's fireworks and you'd just know.

✧ He did just know, taking the first opportunity he could to talk to you; talking to you felt even easier than most, as though you were a lifelong friend and not just a stranger.

✧ Every time you make eye-contact, he searches in your eyes for the spark he so clearly feels in his - and when he makes you laugh for the first time he's delighted to see it appear (however briefly).

✧ Each passing day cemented this feeling even more, but he still believes it was love at first sight (for him at least).

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ When the two of you first met, Pippin thought you were an angel (an opinion he still holds, in some regards). The second he realised you were of Middle Earth, he also realised he was blushing like a fool.

✧ He knows the attraction isn't just superficial from the day he meets you, but he also sees it as a crush at the start.

✧ And then he starts to spend time with you.

✧ You make him laugh, he makes you laugh. He makes you smile, you make him smile just by being there.

✧ It's also at this time when he realises that what he feels for you isn't just a crush.

✧ He likes,  no - loves, every part of you. And to call it simply a crush would be an insult to his heart.

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Like a lot of the soldiers of the White City, his spirits are high as he watches from Osgiliath, eagerly awaiting the return of the rangers, if only for a little while.

✧ Most of the men are looking forward to the night of celebrations and drinking, although some are more looking forward to seeing their loved ones come home.

✧ Boromir is looking forward to seeing his little brother come home - but he isn’t just looking forward to seeing his little brother. Faramir isn't the only one he dearly misses.

✧ As Captain, he’s in prime position when the rangers come in; immediately identifying the two of you and going over.

✧ He pulls Faramir into a hug before looking at you with a grin, unsure of what to do before you embrace him as well.

✧ Instantly, he hugs back - just as firm and confident as with Faramir’s hug - but inside he can feel his heart almost beating out of his chest.

✧ The grin is still on his face as he comes out of it, and when you begin to talk his heart calms down, although only a little.

✧ It’s only then when he realises his heart isn’t beating fast around you because you’re nervous, but because he loves you.

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Faramir knew he liked you from the second he laid eyes on you, even if he was slightly too drunk to realise just how deep it went at the time.

✧ He truly didn’t drunkenly hook-up with people, but he did tend to gravitate towards people he liked. People like you, even when you were in the dark corner. Especially when you were in the dark corner.

✧ And of course, he had kissed you back. The only reason he didn’t try to take it further was because he could smell the alcohol on both of you.

✧ When he had woken up the next morning, he regretted that he had not gotten your name (and the slight hangover).

✧ Then when he saw you, lined up as one of Boromir’s potential betrothed, he could feel his heart do two things.

✧ Skip, at the sight of you again. And drop, at the idea you didn’t love him back.

𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧

✧ Staring after Aragorn, Éowyn takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm. From chasing him down, and telling him that she knows looking after the children brings honour (without renown). But she should be allowed to seek honour in other places.

✧ And then she feels a hand rest on her shoulder, calming, as she turns around to see you behind her.

✧ You can see her thought process, and tell her that you aren’t here to override your brother’s - or her king’s - orders. But you are here to give her this.

✧ When you press the sword into Éowyn’s hands, finely polished and gleaming perfectly, she can barely think of the words to thank you before she notices your traditional sword is missing.

✧ Instantly, she realises what you’ve given here and tries to give it back - but you keep it firmly in her hands.

✧ “There are many fine weapons in this armoury. Think of it as my gift to you, for now. A promise that I will be coming back to collect it."

✧ "Besides, it brings me comfort that if orcs get into the caves they shall find a warrior there.”

✧ Taking your hand away from the sword you disappear to follow Aragorn, and Éowyn is left holding it. As she watches the two of you leave together, she realises that she may have fallen in love with the wrong sibling (at least at first).

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

✧ When orcs are spotted within Rohan's borders, in two separate places no less, Éomer immediately takes action.

✧ It's bad luck you're on the second group of riders sent out, and worse when you haven't arrived back when Éomer does.

✧ He tries to reassure himself that it's simply bad luck, and nothing dangerous has happened, but by the second day his nerves get the better of him.

✧ With Éowyn he sets out to wait next to the gate you'll ride in from - a traditional practice.

✧ While waiting, he takes the time to look around and sees who else waits for the riders. When women there bat their eyes at him he ignores it until he realises something.

✧ Éomer is one of the only men there, and the only one not blood-related to the rider he is waiting for. Almost everyone else here is a parent, a sibling, or a lover.

✧ So where does that leave him?

✧ He feels blush begin to rise on his face as he realises precisely which one he is. Or, more accurately, which one he wishes to be for you.

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐝

✧ Begrudgingly, Bard watches you leave for the final patrol of your shift before laughing as he sees Tilda’s pout when she looks at you going as well.

✧ Looking up at him, she huffs even more; declaring that it isn’t fair he’s allowed to smile while you’re here and while you're away.

✧ He responds that you’re good company, but he can be happy without you - and that’s a good thing.

✧ Then Tilda looks up at him with a doubtful expression. Announcing that he looks extra happy, and his face turns a bit red like when Bain had that fever one time. Or when Sigrid looks at the neighbour's kid, except she shouldn’t tease her sister about that because it’s ‘feelings’.

✧ As pleased as Bard is that his children are taking his lessons to heart, he’s less pleased about her observations.

✧ Keeping walking, Bard tries to reassure her that that’s not what’s going on with him and you - but internally he’s truly thinking about it.

✧ About the fact you’re the first person to make him smile like that for the first time in… a while.

✧ The fact he always lets his kids go up to you because then he can talk to you, and the fact he talks to you even if the kids aren’t with him.

✧ It’s then Bard realises that, somehow, his children have worked out he likes you before he has.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ Thranduil had barely noticed that the biweekly meetings had become less formal, and more about the two of you spending time together.

✧ He hadn’t noticed that most of the time you spent talking was just about the two of you, and no longer about his son.

✧ The thing that made him notice just how special these meetings became was when, while watching you leave, he could feel his smile.

✧ There was a warmth in him that wasn’t just from the wine, or the fireplace, and instead a warmth because he felt comfortable.

✧ Around you, he could be himself. Not much changed, of course, but something about being near you felt freeing, and as though he was understood.

✧ A feeling he had not felt in a long time, but a feeling he nonetheless welcomed - especially when it was you that warmed his heart.

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

✧ Both of you had managed to get into the royal guard - you getting into the king’s guard, while she began to work with the prince.

✧ It was while she was taking a break, eating in one of the soldier’s halls, when Alinar (a fellow guard) had come up to her with a grin. “So, you and them, right?”

✧ Trying not to sigh, Tauriel gave a quick answer that no, she was not interested in the prince before Alinar began to laugh. Explaining he hadn’t been teasing about her and Legolas, but her and you.

✧ “Anyone with eyes can see you look at them like they’ve got a fourth elven ring, Tauriel. You’re really not subtle.”

✧ She continues to deny, swatting him away, although this time it’s more on principle. Not because she doesn’t like you.

✧ Because… she does look at you that way. You are magnificent, and wondrous, and she does want to be more than your friend.

✧ As you walk into the hall, you look over to the empty space besides her and immediately come over - and she wonders if she normally blushes this much when you smile at her.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Staring at the new poems he’s written, Lindir wonders to himself when his inspiration went from nature and the Valar to… love.

✧ He can still recognise the work as his own, the same metaphors and adoration for his subjects, but he never considered writing romance. Or writing about someone romantically - because he knows that all his works have a muse.

✧ Re-reading the lines over, he tries to imagine the different elves of Imladris fitting into this prose but none of them do.

✧ Deciding to leave it for later, Lindir takes the scrolls and keeps them with him - resolved in going to the library.

✧ On his way there, you cross paths with him - immediately smiling and asking how his day was.

✧ It’s there, looking ethereal against the backdrop of Imladris and roses, that Lindir realises the subject of his new writings.

✧ You are his new muse.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Haldir had felt a spark from the first moment you had interacted, your bow drawn - placed in front of your allies and standing as though it would need a thousand warriors to fell you.

✧ These feelings hadn’t even gone away as you let the arrow fly, only afterwards realising he’s not a threat and batting it out of the air.

✧ When you start to apologise he easily stops you, stating that it’s a relief that the Fellowship is travelling with a skilled warrior like yourself.

✧ Watching you go to the Lady Galadriel, he tries to untangle what he’s feeling for you. Is it simply admiration? Or is it something more?

✧ Seeing you alone and clearly wanting to move, he approaches you after the meeting - offering to show you around Lothlórien.

✧ It’s for a somewhat selfish motive, as he wants to try and realise what his feelings are.

✧ And, as his heart seems to lift when you look around and finally seem happy, he understands what his heart wants.

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧

✧ It’s the day after their birthday, finally in their first century, when Elrohir wakes his brother up by poking him.

✧ Elladan is still sleepy, but he’s aware enough to ask what his twin thinks he’s doing.

✧ “I want to know why you didn’t confess, brother dearest.”

✧ The sing-song voice is annoying, but Elladan still gives the question some thought. Confess? About what? Or confess to someone?

✧ Seeing his brother clearly isn’t going to get it, Elrohir lets out a sigh before directly name-dropping you. He’s instantly rewarded with seeing a heavy blush, before poorly spluttered denial about you simply being a friend.

✧ Looking directly into Elladan’s eyes, he speaks again. “Brother, I have watched the two of you dance around each other for almost a century. Sometimes I think I’m the one suffering because of your love. You could at least acknowledge your feelings to yourself.”

✧ He can still see the blush on Elladan’s face, obvious against his hair. But he can also see acceptance and realisation in his brother's eyes. The realisation that he wants you as something more than a friend.

✧ “Took you long enough.”

𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐫

✧ Elrohir was never sure if he believed in love at first sight. It was never something discussed among the elves, where feelings tended to develop over years of emotional connection. But it also seemed like a real thing to mortals - and not just in the tales of old.

✧ As a son of Elrond, where did that leave him? Would his feelings come after decades with a lover, or from a glance across the forest?

✧ And then you arrived.

✧ Instantly, something skipped in his heart - and he felt almost exactly what he’d always thought true love would feel like.

✧ But it wasn’t quite the blazing fire that some of the tomes described, more like a spark.

✧ Then he met you again, desperately trying to do the best you could to keep your city safe. And then again in Gondor’s war council, fearlessly pledging your allegiance to the new king and winning over others with honeyed words and promises.

✧ It was then when his heart was set on you.

✧ So, not quite love at first sight, it had taken a little more time for him to be completely sure.

✧ Yet he was still completely enamoured by you, at the latest, by at the end of your third meeting.

Hope you enjoyed! So sorry this is late, I had it completed and then forgot to post it - was just sitting in my drafts. Soo... yeah, I am very sorry about that. Thank you again for your support! Requests here.

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Since it's summer and I dress like a tourist dad in Florida, here is a list of Tolkien characters that wear Hawaiian shirts:

Boromir

Gimli

Eomer

Eowyn

Merry and Pippin (they wear them on the same days)

Tom Bombadil probably

Beregond

Gandalf

Ulmo, it just makes sense

All of Thorin's company

Fingolfin

Fatty Bolger

The entire Took family actually

Glorfindel

Anyone on Buckland (except Frodo)

Legolas

Actually every elf in Mirkwood