#modern eomer

[sotwk]

I saw your comment on that gifset from the Almost Human panel at SDCC, and I totally agree about it showing Peak Karl.

That panel was a month after the Star Trek Into Darkness premiere in Sydney, which is another Peak Karl look for me. Although, the Dredd premiere in New York is still my chef's kiss moment.

This is the photo I keep in mind when writing my Eomer modern AU fic :)

Ahhhh girl, I KNOW. "Peak Karl" with his fantastic hair (facial included) is exactly how I would imagine Modern King Éomer, and the only Modern version of him that exists in my mind is yours.

Speaking of Dredd, Dredd on the Lawmaster is also sort of what I envision when I read the motorcycle scenes in A Queen for The King; just the overall badassery of it. I know I have a LONG way to go with your fic, but that chapter was really so enjoyable!

Thanks again for keeping our dashes filled with the Best of Karl! <3

[ironmandeficiency]

modern lotr character headcanons

characters included: aragorn, boromir, gimli, legolas, pippin, merry, frodo, sam, arwen, eomer, eowyn

word count: 745

summary: random thoughts abt lotr characters if they lived in modern times

a/n: this is literally just silly shit, enjoy

boromir listens to old country (conway twitty, george jones, loretta lynn, etc.) and does not tolerate anyone insulting the opry legends

he also listens to divorced dad rock (hinder, nickelback, theory of a dead man, etc.) which gimli will sometimes jam to as well

gimli lovingly maintains an old-as-dirt bench seat ford truck despite there almost constantly being something wrong with it. ignores legolas’s badgering about him getting something more reliable

obviously legolas drives a hybrid and he almost acts as if this fact makes him better than gimli (not in a dickish way, though)

horse girl aragorn.

frodo is the epitome of shy emo boy with the black skinny jeans & death cab for cutie playing in his air pods

merry is the golden retriever in the “golden retriever in love with the black cat” trope 

aragorn and arwen host game nights and various other parties for their friends, but neither of them can cook so they just order delivery (or sam hijacks their kitchen for the hours before)

pippin has a large follower base on social media bc of his drinking songs and other inebriated antics that are usually recorded by whoever happens to be with him that night. usually it’s eowyn & merry, and the three of them will shake some major ass to megan thee stallion

sam goes to open mic nights at local coffee shops to people watch. he will never perform himself, but it’s nice to watch people he knows do their thing

eomer accidentally goes viral on tiktok when eowyn records him doing some dumb shit. never lives it down

the amount of joy gimli gets from going to rage rooms is almost alarming

arwen has a very thorough skin care regimen that she introduces to aragorn, and it becomes a sweet nightly routine for the two of them

eowyn & eomer don’t allow anyone to talk shit about or annoy the other bc that’s their job fuck you very much

frodo has a shitty immune system but sam’s homemade soups seem to always heal from the soul outward

sam is the little spoon favored by the resident neurodivergent

frodo is the resident neurodivergent

yes they’re dating

arwen is always the dd

when it comes to birthdays, don’t ask boromir to remember anyone but faramir’s. hell, he forgets his own birthday sometimes

legolas is the best at remembering the birthdays of his friends but forgets his own

they have to remind each other of their own birthdays when that time of year comes around

merry is always the favorite audience member at a drag show

arwen & eowyn never dress like they’re going to the same place when they hang out

gimli says southern grandpa idioms unironically — “as useless as a screen door on a submarine”, “higher than eagle titties”, “busier than a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest”, you get the idea. merry keeps a running tab of said quotes

boromir is the “we’re not getting a dog” dad. said dog ends up being his best friend & the sole inheritor in his will, fuck them kids

aragorn & gimli have their own moonshine still they think is perfectly hidden from everyone

that does not include merry & pippin, who are booze bloodhounds and immediately knew where to find it but swore to secrecy as long as they got more than everyone else

frodo sips fruity little drinks because he can’t shoot whiskey

sam can drink in the way only a divorced middle-age man can despite not being a divorced middle-aged man

eowyn cannot drive for shit & the several dents on her car prove it. the only reason her insurance hasn’t gone up astronomically is because she just. doesn’t report any of it

said car has a fuck ton of bumper stickers with all sorts of silly things

gimli can’t ride a bike AT ALL but has a motorcycle, make it make sense

he goes on bike rides with eomer when they have the time & the weather is nice

merry & pippin are two halves of a whole idiot at every given moment

eomer LOVES 90s and 00s country music but is kinda picky about newer country (he is a massive fan of cody johnson but will throw you through a wall if you talk about morgan wallen in his presence)

arwen dances in the rain & literally never gets sick from it. merry is insanely jealous of this fact

frodo’s favorite video game is animal crossing: new horizons & has very sound opinions on what villagers are the best (fuck you, rodney)

[nihilizzzm]

lotr modern au — college settings

Also I thought about it while writing Moria the bar au, in which Gimli owns a bar, Legolas is his bf and Boromir is working there as a bartender to be able to pay rent. And Aragorn comes in one day with his childhood friend Legolas and stuff happen.

Stuff, meaning Boromir from the very first second develops a big, awkward crush on Aragorn. He’s just like “oh shit, i should be working, stop staring, o fuck, a pretty man, fuck—”.

And Aragorn is more like “what a handsome, awkward man, he’s totally staring, he looks so stupid right now, i might just want to ask him out”.

Boromir’s coworker Éomer is very aware of what’a going on and he has time of his life watching it. Gimli is just rolling his eyes at his bf Legolas, who is sitting somewhere, grinning like an idiot, because everything is going just as he planned it.

And just to make it more visual, my Pinterest suggested me those photos and that is exactly how I imagine them, if we are talking movie inspired.

This is all just a suggestion, I’m just throwing out what my brain gave birth to. I started writing it, maybe i will finish, maybe not. But thinking about it made me happy so maybe you’ll like it too

[essenceofarda]

Éomer’s uncle’s advisor, Wormtongue, wrongfully imprisons him for treason. Princess Lothíriel of Gondor agrees to represent him in court. True Love has never been more unprofessional. Cue RomCom shenanigans. (also that's Eothain who smacks Eomer lol)

A redraw of an old comic!! I was never satisfied with how the old one was (mainly my horrendous handwriting for the dialogue lol) and so I thought I'd redo it :) It's for a fun Modern au i came up with a few years ago that i kinda want to get back to sometime

[apinkheartinmiddle-earth]

Tolkienverse Modern AU Music Headcanons (Part 2)

The Hobbits will NEVER miss a chance to dance and sing along to “Caramelldansen”

Boromir loves progressive rock

Faramir secretly listens to 90’s angry girl rock; it eventually becomes a bonding experience with Eowyn when he tells her about it

Gandalf loves Beyoncé and streamed RENAISSANCE for weeks after it was released

Pippin loves Jamiroquai

Gollum listens to Limp Bizkit and other Nu Metal artists

Smeagol, on the other hand, likes anime music

Eomer loves the Spice Girls

Bilbo loves Lizzo and Doja Cat (this aged so fucking badly, holy shit)

Fili and Kili love BROCKHAMPTON

Elrond loves Anne Murray and The Carpenters

Everyone in The Shire gets excited when yacht rock plays

Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli always try to find an opportunity to sing Africa by TOTO together

Thorin’s company is always asked to sing “For The Longest Time” by Billy Joel

Want more? See below:

Part 1 of the Tolkienverse Modern AU Music Headcanons

[dogblessyoutascha]

How to know that your himbo needs to be upgraded to husbimbo STAT.

(Completely self indulgent comic of a scene from my tattoo artist!Eomer AU. He’s trying really hard to prove he’s stepdad material for the four gremlins.)

[frodo-with-glasses]

Discord Highlights: The Fellowship of the Dudes

[4/28/23]

InvisibleWashboard:

I have a head canon that one of Merry's sons in particular had to be taught to swim early because the kid was OBSESSED with any and all things to do with water. Estella was afraid to ever let him out of her sight for fear he would end up drowned before he could even walk.

meg is me:

Imagine merry desires his kids to be Equestrians and good old Stybba bears many a baby Brandybuck rider To Merry's dismay bby Eomer HATES ponies

InvisibleWashboard:

Eomer is the son that loves the water in my head.

[4/29/23]

Writing Valkyrie:

I was thinking last night, and I'd like to think that surfing was big in Numenor. Elros and his Queen made it a family tradition, and the whole populace really took to it. It died off a bit with the King's Men, deeming it not worth their time, something only the Faithful indulged in. Now adays, it only survives in Dol Amroth. And can be found in Alqualondë It took Thorongil some time to learn it, but once he did, Prince Imrahil never beat him again.

On the first diplomatic trip the High King makes to Dol Amroth, Imrahil demands a rematch. "Lets get barreled, dude!" -Imrahil (probably) "Yeah, dude, lets go shred some waves!" Aragorn (also probably) "Don't forget to reapply your sun balm." -Arwen (definitely)

Rumor has it, that the King is set to take the title of "Surf Champion" from the previous master, Thorongil.

InvisibleWashboard:

Someone who can draw please draw Aragorn as a surfer dude, I am begging.

Writing Valkyrie:

Shaka sign and everything.

InvisibleWashboard:

Does Arwen participate/get good at it? I feel like Legolas would be decent when he comes to visit.

Writing Valkyrie:

She'd be very graceful at it, and soon comes to surpass her husband.

InvisibleWashboard:

Mmmm. Yes. Very good.

Writing Valkyrie:

Legolas would just do handstands on the board. Or shoot targets while shredding the waves.

InvisibleWashboard:

I like the idea of him showing off with handstands. I know canonically he doesn’t have siblings but he has SUCH youngest sibling energy and handstands on the board is very much a youngest brother thing, I think.

Writing Valkyrie:

He can even do 'em one handed "Look ada!" The Good Surfer gene runs in the Olwë/Elwë bloodline.

Gimli would just like to enjoy the sunshine, thank you very much.

InvisibleWashboard:

Who else gives it a go? Faramir? Eowyn? Would Boromir from the Boromir Lives comic have tried?

I’m obsessed with this idea now.

Writing Valkyrie:

Boromir would give it a try, but he'd surf like the old timers that just kinda stand and just ride it out.

Eowyn and Faramir would boogey-board.

Lothiriel is a pro at surfing. Eomer would like nothing with that thank you very much, but he will just get in the water and float a bit.

Imrahil kinda hopes that [Lothiriel would] surpass Aragorn, but she just enjoys it for the fun of it and not competition. Though if she did compete, everyone better watch out.

Elrond and Celebrian get into it a bit after Elrond sails, due to 1) Elros did it, 2) Arwen and Aragorn did it, and 3) Elladan and Elrohir enjoy it.

Though they steer clear of Galadriel, 'cause she absolutely shreds them waves.

Celeborn just like his floaties, thanks.

InvisibleWashboard:

Celeborn is such a trophy husband. I love him.

Writing Valkyrie:

Finrod thinks it's neat, and is the best at getting barreled.

But yes, surfing picks up again in the fourth age, and becomes a tradition of the royal families, that unites them all.

Me:

I haven’t read the Silmarillion, but based on Tarva’s comics, Finrod gives me such strong surfer dude vibes.

Writing Valkyrie:

I haven't read it yet, either, but maybe we're onto something. 😂 I mean, they did grow up on the beach. You can't tell me Earwen and Grandpa Olwe didn't teach the kids about the beach and the ocean.

Gandalf would do it sometimes, but he'd just stand on the board as if on dry land, staff and everything, riding it like it was a segway.

InvisibleWashboard:

Not to bring up stuff from yesterday, but Merry brings his family to visit and water obsessed Éomer is losing his mind over the surfing and wants to figure out a way to do something similar back in the Shire.

meg is me:

pippin is canonically good at balancing just throwing that out there

Writing Valkyrie:

He'd be good at it, but he'd ride goofy-footed.

ladyofgifts:

what if he's better at it than Merry so whenever they visit, Eomer sticks to him for the whole time going this is my Favorite Uncle

InvisibleWashboard:

Yes. So much yes.

meg is me:

Merry: gasp how rude eomer: dad you aren't my uncle Merry: i know but still

Me: (re: surfing in the Shire)

Hmm…okay, no way they’re gonna have wind strong enough to make waves on the Brandywine, but if they can get a dinghy going fast enough on a brisk day, they might be able to water ski! X-D

InvisibleWashboard:

Estella would hate that. So much. Merry would think it's great though.

Me:

If you’re ever lacking wind, you can always compensate by tying the prow to two ponies, one on either bank, on a narrow stretch of the river 🤣🤣

InvisibleWashboard:

What I'm picturing now is a bit closer to what I grew up doing with my brothers... if it got really muddy, we would tie a skimboard to the back of a four wheeler and ride/pull each other around on that. I could see little hobbits trying something similar with their ponies.

Me:

Oh the mess it would make. But how fun!

InvisibleWashboard:

Oh yes, so much dirt in places dirt is not supposed to be!

Me:

All I’m hearing is that Eomer Brandybuck is the first hobbit to move to Dol Amroth. Ostensibly it’s to be an ambassador on behalf of the Shire, but in actuality, it’s for the waves, bro.

InvisibleWashboard:

I'M OBSESSED.

Me:

Tolkien: Hobbits, as a rule, hate the water. Us: So this is our OC Eomer Brandybuck, he’s a hobbit surfer bro

chaosandwhatnot:

"this sign can't stop me because i can't read"

InvisibleWashboard:

No, you don't understand... Eomer wasn't even one of Merry's OC kids I was that interested in, but NOW...

Wait does he move out there by himself or does he have a family he brings with him? Does he form a small hobbit community outside of the Shire by doing this or does he just stay single forever because his heart only belongs to the sea?

Me:

“His heart only belongs to the Sea” sounds so beautiful and poetic and Tolkien-esque until we add the clarification “by that we mean he just really, really loves to surf”

Writing Valkyrie:

I'd love to say that he has a small family when he moves down there, along with some other like-minded hobbits, but I'd think that he'd also teach others, hobbit and non-hobbit, to surf, regardless if he's alone or not.

Kasey Gondor:

forms a community of inter-racial surfing enthusiasts. after Legolas leaves Ithilien some of the elves that were there join up. we'll get some dwarves down there too. everyone just intermingles. here we are not hobbits or men or elves or dwarves. but dudes. surfing dudes.

meg is me:

The Fellowship of the Dudes The other fellowship was male of course but not all of them were Dudes

Writing Valkyrie:

Come to Gondor, we have surfing. 🤣 And thus, peace was established with Harad, Khand, and Rhun.

Morgoth cannot surf. Evil does not like water -> They will not come to the ocean -> Cannot surf.

meg is me:

Truer words have never been spoken

[4/30/23]

Me:

InvisibleWashboard I believe you requested this yesterday X-D

InvisibleWashboard:

This is perfection. Thank you.

Writing Valkyrie is @writingvalkyrie, InvisibleWashboard is @invisiblewashboard, chaosandwhatnot is @grondds-and-roses, Kasey Gondor is @captaingondor, ladyofgifts is our beloved Zara, and meg is me does not have tumblr :-3

[madamebaggio]

Notes: After a looooooooong and dark winter... Guess who's here?

lol

I hope you like it!

Previously...

***

Chapter 4

So… Lothíriel had a crush. She didn’t blame herself for it, it’d seemed inevitable.

But yeah… It had the potential to be a bit awkward, but she thought she’d be fine. Éomer was leaving soon, so there was that.

She hadn’t expected to feel such a strong attraction to the man. Sure, he was good looking and all, but she knew many good looking men. There was something about him that was just… Really delicious.

Like she really wanted to climb that man like a tree, ride him like a stallion, have his babies or whatever.

She didn’t understand it. She was not that girl, the one that got crushes regularly.

Lothíriel was careful in relationships for many reasons: her brothers were annoyingly overprotective, her family had a lot of money and she’d been painfully naive as a teenager.

She was a romantic and she wanted the whole fairy tale deal, however, she’d learned that some things do require careful consideration. As much as she wanted to get married -she had the whole ceremony planned -and have children -three and she knew the names already -she also knew that nothing of this would happen by magic. Lothíriel didn’t want to just be married with a family; she wanted to love and be loved.

And she wasn’t saying she’d fallen head first in love with Éomer that very night, but the intensity of the attraction she’d felt was kind of weird.

Anyway… It meant nothing. Crushes came and went, and she wasn’t 15 anymore. Maybe she’d liked him because he was good-looking and new, because he’d offered her a handkerchief like a perfect gentleman, because he was tall and kinda rugged and he did look like he could pick her up and…

Right. She should stop thinking about what he could do with those arms of his. It wasn’t helping at all.

Colonel barked at her and she sighed. “You’re right. I’m being silly.” She turned back to the mirror to finish up her makeup.

They had a dinner -this time really for family only -with Éomer and Éowyn that night. They were supposed to leave back to Edoras the next morning.

Faramir was probably freaking out and trying to figure out if it was too early to ask Éowyn to marry him. She knew her cousin was crazy about the woman, so it was killing him to say ‘goodbye’ like this.

Lothíriel gave him a month before he made his way to Edoras. Amrothos thought it’d take a week.

Lotty put on her mother’s pearl necklace -she always wore it when she felt like she needed more confidence -and applied her lipstick.

It was one dinner with Éomer and her whole family. She could do it.

***

Okay, this was a bit ridiculous.

Lothíriel felt the need to repeat -to herself -that she was not the kind of girl to get insta crushes, but this man had to be joking.

How was it possible that he looked even better that night?

Was this witchcraft? Because it kind of felt like witchcraft.

Éomer looked so good in that gray suit, no tie, not even an attempt at controlling his long hair. (No, she was not thinking of holding on to his hair while he ate her out. Well… Now she was.)

They were at this restaurant that belonged to one of Echiron’s friends, where everything was organic, overpriced and not that revolutionary. Amrothos was convinced Echiron only pretended to like this place because he was sleeping with said ‘friend’. Lothíriel just wished he didn’t make them go there.

Éomer was frowning at what was supposed to be his steak. “I think they left most of it in the kitchen.”

Lothíriel hid her smile with her napkin. “They seem to do that a lot here.” She indicated her own fish, which probably was no more than a tablespoon of food.

Éomer sighed. “We’ll need to leave and get a pizza.”

“Can I come along?” She asked with a grin.

They had been sitting side by side, which didn’t help much with her crush. Now she knew how good he smelled and they talked most of the night.

He gave her a slow smile. “Of course. I couldn’t leave you to f… Ouch!” Éomer winced, then glowered at Amrothos, who was across from them and glowering right back at him.

Had her brother just kicked Éomer under the table? She threw a confused look at her brother, but he was staring straight at Éomer and mouthering…

“Did my brother just tell you not to flirt with me?” She asked Éomer in a stage whisper.

“Lotty!” Amrothos hissed at her,

“He did.” Éomer replied to her in the same way. “That’s the third time tonight.”

It was Lotty’s turn to frown. “Third?” She gasped theatrically at him. “Have you been flirting with me in secret?”

Éomer chuckled. “I guess I have. The first was when I said ‘hello’...”

“Yes, that was very inappropriate of you.”

His smile got bigger. “And the second was when I said your dress is cute.”

Lothíriel looked down at her dress. “But it is cute!”

“Right?”

They grinned at each other, before Éomer winced again.

“Amrothos.” Lothíriel hissed at her brother. “Stop assaulting our guest!”

“I will.” Amrothos gave her a fake smile. “As soon as he stops flirting with my baby sister.”

“Amrothos.” Their father’s voice made her brother flinch. “What is going on?”

“Nothing.” He was quick to say.

Lothíriel took the opportunity to turn to Éomer. “I’m so sorry about this.” She was now serious. “Amrothos is being ridiculous.”

“Your brother is really protective.” Éomer shrugged. “I get it, you are lovely and sweet.” Lothíriel was floating on those words for about three seconds, until he finished his thought. “Of course he has nothing to worry about. I’d never do something like that to your father.”

Ice gripped her heart. “I beg your pardon?”

Éomer cleared his throat. “Your father is a great friend of mine. I wouldn’t flirt with his daughter carelessly.”

“Right.” Lothíriel gave him a smile that was probably too tremulous, so she took a sip of wine to hide it.

Once again she wasn’t a person or a woman. She was just Imrahil’s daughter and because of that she was in this untouchable shelf.

Well, that was the end of that crush.

***

Éomer took a sip of his beer as he watched the lights of the city. He could barely wait to get back to Edoras.

He missed the farm, the horses, the work, the people…

Dol Amroth was beautiful, but it wasn’t home.

He put the beer down and looked at his suitcase. Normally he’d have this done already, but he couldn’t concentrate on the task and he needed a distraction. Hence the beer.

He’d hurt Lothíriel’s feelings.

He saw it clear as day on those pretty eyes of hers. She didn’t say anything, just smiled at him and continued to make polite conversation after, but it wasn’t the same.

There were no more secret smiles and sassy remarks from her. Just the plainest, most boring topics of conversation ever.

Éomer imagined it was because he said he wouldn’t flirt with her, but he wasn’t sure why that had made her so sad. She couldn’t possibly…

It didn’t matter anyway. He was leaving, she was staying.

Lothíriel was absolutely lovely -breathtakingly so. But she was also younger and the daughter of a good friend. They were worlds apart.

She’d forget him pretty soon.

[disterras-sims]

leggy, eomer, bard and thrandy. guess who's only just watching lotr and the hobbit in the year 2023💍

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Todd from Legal has retired and that is a true loss to us and also my inspiration for Modern AU Grima’s sense of humour. 

Eomer: I mean if we passed this legislation...like, are we allowed to??

Grima: you’re the Province, you can technically pass any legislation you want.  Now, will the courts come for you in the middle of the night? Maybe. Watch out for horse heads. 

Eomer: 

Eomer: thanks for this helpful legal analysis. 

[torchwood-99]

Modern AU headcanon

Eowyn steals Eomer's clothes, all the time.

Eomer replaces his entire wardrobe with the ugliest stuff possible to try and put her off.

Joke's on him, Eowyn's got zero taste in fashion. Eomer's lumbered with an ugly wardrobe that cost a butt load of cash and Eowyn steals his clothes anyway.

It's a relief to all their friends when Eowyn and Faramir get together because Eowyn just starts stealing Faramir's clothes, and his sense of style is much better.

He actually buys shirts and stuff for himself that he think will look good on Eowyn.

[shirefantasies]

Congrats on 100 followers!!

What are some of your lotr headcanons?

Thank you so much 🥳 Ooooooh good question 👀 lessee *cracks knuckles* I’m going to do some regular one & some romantic ones, enjoy 😘

Some of my LoTR Headcanons!

*General*

✧ Aragorn may have worn Boromir’s bracers, but he also kept a drawing he found in his pocket. Turns out Faramir had drawn it one day when they were boys and his older brother held onto it until the end of his days.

✧ Legolas is so soft around little ones. He tries to act all like a wise guide but devolves into letting them climb him and carrying them up to rooftops for starlight stories. Doesn’t even care if they grab his hair or his ears, he’s still smiling so gently at them.

✧ Pippin is what would be called in modern days neurodivergent, more specifically with autism and ADHD. His parents and Merry were the most understanding ones, the ones who knew what he needed to hear and how he would process it best when others didn’t always understand.

✧ Legolas and Aragorn had the habit of singing together at fireside, quiet elvish songs, until one evening Gimli decided to put a stop to it with a dwarvish drinking song. In the end, the others find it so funny they learn it and join in, all three of them leaving their troubles for one night of song.

✧ Lord Elrond? Elrond of Rivendell??? Makes the best cup of tea in Middle Earth, fight me.

✧ Faramir teaches Pippin his favorite childhood game, probably something akin to chess, not really expecting the hobbit to enjoy it but Pippin ends up beating him out of sheer luck

✧ Frodo, Aragorn, and Legolas could have totally talked some shit in Elvish to each other and I firmly believe they did

✧ Arwen thinks of Lindir as a friend, but he’s so formal that in his mind such a lady could never see him so casually, leading to comical differences in the way they address each other

✧ Pippin wants a shit ton of kids some day. Sam is happy with around three, Merry wants a boy and a girl, Frodo isn’t sure he even wants children at all, but Pippin? He’s down for five to ten no problem, and he will be best friends with every single one.

✧ Eowyn teaches Faramir a bunch of horse riding tricks and he falls in love with riding as a sport, smiling as he takes in an act he only performed in war during a moment of pure joy and prosperity.

*Romance*

✧ Merry and Pippin are both such passionate kissers. OMG you will be breathless

✧ Elrond is the gentlest lover, handling his partner so carefully as if they were like gorgeous blown-glass in his hands and could break.

✧ Boromir is the type to grab his partner’s booty when they’re kissing in private

✧ Frodo’s ideal partner is not the smartest person or the most well-read, but someone with lighter spirits than his, someone who can never fail to bring a smile to his face and a laugh out of him.

✧ Faramir absolutely adores surprising you with flowers, so get ready to find them everywhere.

✧ Legolas is incredibly shy, inexperienced, and unsure with romance, so he prefers you to lead so that he can respond in kind, learning and studying with each touch, each act. He discovers his favorite thing is tracing a hand up and down your spine as you embrace.

✧ Gimli likes to act so rough and tough for someone who, in modern terms, would be called a massive simp, practically rolling out a red carpet for his partner and worshipping the ground they walk on, kissing them almost reverently unless the mood shifted deeper.

✧ Eomer is so good at giving massages, his partner will feel like royalty whenever he helps them relax

✧ He doesn’t look it, but Sam 100% would be the type to hold you up against a wall as he kisses you

✧ Aragorn enjoys being little spoon quite frequently. Fight me.

[live-laugh-legolas]

What type of music the fellowship listens to (modern)

Aragorn:

-Country man

-Idk if he even actually listens to it, but I swear every guy on tinder has country music in their interests and I think it is just a go to answer

-“what kind of music do you like?” “Idk, country I guess”

-Likes the depressed indie artists

-✨John Mayer✨

Legolas:

-Idk if anyone is going to agree with me on this but I think he’s into metal music

-I also think he would love Eminem

-He knows every lyric

-Not the type to dance or even show that he’s listening to music, but he actually has music blasting in his ears

-Ik elves have like sensitive ears or whatever but let me have this one

-Wannabe emo kid

Boromir:

-I think he likes pop music but listens almost purely to covers

-“I knew them before they were famous” vibes

-Loves artists like Elton John, Elvis Presley, the Beatles, etc

-Also side note, this man cannot sing but absolutely goes hard at karaoke

Gimli:

-He’s a T-Swift fan

-Also Celine Dion

-I just think he likes the girl bosses

-P!nk, Halsey, and Shawn Mendez because I just thought of it so he must be a girl boss too

-Gets emotional listening to music; like totally matches the energy of the song

-Sometimes I just cry because an artist just sounds so good, and I think he would do the same

Frodo:

-The “aesthetic” music

-You know the ones that kinda go hard but also sound kinda bad if you actually listen to them?

-I was just listening to “Butch 4 Butch” by Rio Romeo and I just got the vibe that Frodo would vibe

Sam:

-I just feel like he likes rap music

-Not aggressive rap, but when songs have rap in them

-Post-Malone sort of vibes

-Also “TikTok songs” but just the part that’s played in the few seconds of the video

Merry:

-Classical music

-But like the classical music that goes hard

-Like “O Fortuna” maybe

-But he also sings JoJo Siwa and no one knows if it’s satire or genuine

-“KARMAS A BITCH!”

Pippin:

-Hozier boy

-The girls, the gays, and the Pippin ya know?

-But also K-Pop

-I don’t know anything about the genre but I have a friend who literally know every dance to every song from Black Pink and I think that’s how Pip would be

-He will have me watch him do the dances and I can just imagine Pippin doing the same thing; putting on little recitals and you just can’t say no

Gandalf:

-Joe Rogan podcasts

-Ok that’s a joke

-But definitely listens to podcasts, maybe ones about science

-Enjoys some good smooth jazz

-Gets real groovy when a saxophone starts playing

*Bonus Faramir and/or Eomer:

-I’ll be honest I don’t know these characters as well as I should

-but

-Recently my sister has had her earbuds in 24/7 and I asked her about it and she has apparently been listening to Dr Who audio dramas

-She is trying to convince me to listen too but frankly I’m too scared

-There was something about a sentient puddle?

-I just feel like one of the characters would do this and these are the two I decided on but lmk if I’m totally wrong

[nihilizzzm]

university modern au aragorn x boromir & legolas x gimli headcanons

mostly bc i can and i rly need to

Aragorn and Boromir are renting together a small and kinda shitty flat

Faramir lives with them like 5 out of 7 days a week or more, sometimes at Theoden’s place as well with Eomer and Eowyn

Let’s just say the brothers don’t like Denethor and it’s a shitty life but at least they love each other right?

Boromir works at a coffee shop after classes, and sometimes does nights at Gimli’s bar

Btw Gimli is a drop out who opened a bar and is dating Aragorn’s uni friend Legolas

Elrond is the one renting them the shitty flat

So it’s not rly shitty, it’s nice they are just broke

Elrond is still Aragorn’s foster dad, and Arwen lives near them and is absolutely purest best soul alive

Aragorn smokes weed

Boromir doesn’t

Until he does one time, he says it was weird but also would do it again with Aragorn

He smokes regular cigarettes tho, like a lot

Boromir is a whiskey person, Aragorn is a wine person

Gimli is a beer person

Legolas just likes to drink (also wine person)

Legolas and Aragorn like to do sleepovers with a lot of wine and gossips, they paint each others nails and watch stupid shit on tv

And Gimli and Boromir drink together after the bar is close

The bar has a name and it’s Moria

I am gonna definitely do more of those bc this is my fav modern au i’ve ever made and i don’t have time to write it properly but if u do PLS SEND IT TO ME I RLY WANT TO READ IT��

I am a whore for boromir and aragorn so let me just enjoy this little world in my mind in which all of them live and are just uni students like me and have struggles like me and shit

[philtstone]

if you’re still taking prompts from that list, I’d love to see your take on the nemesis one for any of your modern AUs!

sorry it's not an EXISTING modern au but it is. a modern au. partially inspired by many many many things most significantly a post i literally cannot find again no matter how hard i look... also by anne from anne of green gables. anyway, this is mostly just vibes. and my own salad shirazi opinions. in that order.

In Arwen's house growing up family dinner was always a shared time of day, so it makes her glad that the small apartment her father moved into last year honours the same principle.

“It’s not that he irritates me,” eighteen year old Eowyn, fresh out of her first term of university and with her long gold hair in a tangled braid down her back, is explaining from the dinner table. “I hardly get irritated easily — it’s just that he’s so sweet and friendly all the time, I am sure he’s up to something.”

“Eowyn dear,” says her uncle. His attention is mostly absorbed by the newspaper in front of him. “If you might repeat that first part aloud, and reflect on it a bit.”

Eomer snorts from the sink. Gandalf had tasked him with washing the dishes — he had more or less nothing to contribute to meal making. Eowyn makes a face at him.

“I am good tempered. It’s just no one who’s normal is that nice. Certainly not a man.”

Gandalf, who’s in the midst of a very complex chess game with Arwen’s father, chuckles a bit. 

“Indeed?” Ada asks, with a wry smile. Eowyn blushes.

“Do not tease her, you men,” Arwen says, sweeping in to add hot water to the tea cups. The pale green flats of the fragrant tea leaves sent in express overseas mail by her maternal grandparents swirl in the kettle’s pour. Authentic green tea has a potency Arwen has not found in anything purchased around here. “You know she isn’t talking about you, and anyway, she’s right.” 

While Gandalf says, “Do tell us more, then,” charitably, Arwen returns to the small kitchen island. The rice is coming into its own in the cooker. Rice is always a comfort; it unites across cultures and races. Admittedly to this day Ada will prefer jasmine to basmati, no matter Arwen's own fascination with the latter. She sets about peeling two thick skinned cucumbers and dicing them, along with tomatoes from Mr Bilbo's garden, into a bowl. Then comes the shallot, and its lilac purple skin. Arwen has always loved the colour lilac. She has a nightgown a shade lighter than this onion, which her fiance sighs over dreamily every time it’s taken out.

Behind her Aragorn chops tarragon for the lentils, which are bubbling. He has embraced jasmine rice since childhood. His hair is tied out of his face and just barely escaping the doom of a man bun (Aragorn is too sincere about everything to accidentally look like the smarmiest versions of his countrymen) and he smells of fried onion and rose oil, like he often does when in this place. In matter of fact he smells like this kitchen is decorated: the multiple little knick knacks lining the sil, the old silver, the warm reds of the woven rug in the floor (one of an innumerable number kept in Iverworn’s house), and the cracked old laminate tiling – brown. There is some comfort in the idea that Gilraen's old apartment is still in the family. Only now, Ada has his little shrine in the den which doubles as his study, and a few more photographs have been added to the baby pictures lining the front hallway.

On the other end of the table Gimli and Legolas sort through Bilbo's rock collection while the old man gives running commentary on where he found each one. Arwen’s cousin is being educated on geology in the process. Frodo and Sam and the rest are still at school; Aragorn has volunteered to go pick them up in a half hour.

“This ought to go in the sedimentaries pile, Legolas. You see the distinctive layering – to really know we’d check for carbonate, but I’d say this is a solid limestone.”

“I don’t understand. Many of them have layers. That one with the crystal –”

“Running in parallel. Look, they’ve sedimented. It’s in the name, for Mahal’s sake. The geode, a sedimentary rock? Preposterous.”

“I found that one in Dale you know. It was, oh, twenty years ago or so now — I’d just had a pint with your dad, Gimli – you remember what he was like twenty years ago, wearing those garish red turbans (though they suited him well) – and when we came out on the street there it was by the lamp post, a little lump of a thing. I thought to myself, why, that looks just like Lobelia’s terrible laddoo – you haven’t tried them, but they’re glorified pebbles, with how dry and small she makes them – and then I turned it over and thought, where might a pretty piece of rock like this come from in the middle of such a town? But then, Dale is very metropolitan …“

Absently, Arwen begins humming to herself.

“Won’t someone put on some decent music?”

“Don’t look at us old men, Eomer. Haven’t the youth got a stereo system?”

“Oh, it's all Bluetooth now. Ah — I have your rook there, Elrond.”

“No he hasn’t; that’ll put his queen in jeopardy.”

“Keep your eyes on your lentils, Estel, my own function perfectly well. He’s been doing this since he was a boy.”

“Oh, yes, yes,” says Gandalf, with the wise knowing of someone who was there to witness such behaviour in person.

Between it all, everyone is somehow still managing to listen attentively to Eowyn as she expounds her theories and suspicions.

“He’s asked four times if we could study together after class. Four times. The next major exam we have is worth sixty perfect of the grade and I’m sure he saw me speaking with the professor last week because I was so determined to pass it. No one passes that exam, according to the third years –”

Arwen stirs the lentils and wonders if they ought to take a little bowl to the shrine.

“Perhaps he’s looking for a friend,” says Gandalf philosophically.

“Maybe he’s a creep, like Wormtongue was,” suggests Eomer darkly.

“He’s only starstruck by a girl in the engineering course,” says Bilbo, with a bit of (not unkind) humour in his voice. Then he reaches into his large duffel, which he lugged indoors with Aragorn and Eomer’s help, and extracts a box of fresh sweets for the table. These, Arwen hopes, are better than Lobelia’s – though she is sure they will be much too sweet for her own taste.  

“There are girls in engineering these days, old friend,” Gandalf interjects with a raised eyebrow, but Eowyn is not really paying attention to either of them.

“Last week at lab he gave me a book about zoological diseases I mentioned off hand almost a month ago,” she says with that earnest way she has. “That doesn’t have anything to do with engineering. Do you think he was trying to throw me off my game before our lab quiz?” 

It is very hard to keep a straight face at this inquiry, but Arwen – and many others present – manage it. “Have you considered that he might have just thought you’d like it?” asks Arwen.

“But that’s none of his business,” Eowyn says, as though this was obvious. 

“How did he know you liked it then?” asks her brother, baffled.

“We’ll — I told him,” says Eowyn. She flushes a bit. “But he initiated the conversation. We should have been talking about closed circuits.”

“Or nothing at all, apparently,” says Ada gravely.

“You don’t know him. He’s got a look in his eye. I can just tell.”

“Oh look, I’ve found him on Facebook.” 

And so Legolas has, and they all converge around his smartphone while Eowyn glares defiantly. 

“Faramir, is it? You know, he kind of looks like you, Estel.”

“Yeah – if you were much scrawnier and looked like a dweeby engineering student.”

“They look nothing alike,” says Eowyn hotly, crossing her arms – Arwen cannot help but catch Aragorn’s eye (he looks like he’s trying very hard not to laugh, not helped at all by Gandalf, who is looking right at him, and skillfully masking his own merriment besides) “and Aragorn would never be such a — a — a snake, anyway.”

Arwen agrees with this hypothetical assessment, at least. She rummages through the fridge and retrieves the fresh clutch of herbs she needs for her salad.

“But what has he done, Eowyn. The poor boy. There is a bit of dweebishness there, isn’t there … indeed …”

“Look at the last name; isn’t that Denethor’s boy?”

“Oh yes, that would explain it. Engineering? Of all things? I always thought he had a poet's soul when he was a kid.”

“I wonder how they’re doing – haven’t spoken to the man in an age, you know.”

“Denethor you mean?”

“Well, not since the incident with that poor tree in the synagogue’s front yard,” says Gandalf sadly. “You were there Aragorn, you remember –”

“Hmmm,” says Aragorn grimly.

“Well I told you,” interrupts Eowyn. “I haven’t got proof, just suspicions! He’s trying to psych me out of this program. But I tell you – I won’t let him!” 

Arwen wonders if perhaps Eowyn had grown up around sisters, she wouldn’t insist so very hard on sticking it out through a degree she is not really interested in. These ruminations are interrupted by a soft touch at Arwen's waist. “Hm?” she says.

“I’m off to pick up the kids,” Aragorn begins in a low voice (the assembly continues to chatter behind them). She smiles at him, then stops: for reasons unexplained he is suddenly offering her a horrified expression he usually only reserves for conservative Tik Tok mommy vloggers and occasions where Pippin is about to grievously injure himself on the park playset.  “... What are you doing?” he asks.

“Adding the mint,” she says serenely. 

“Fresh?” Like she must be mad.

“Doesn’t it have mint?” 

It is his grandmother's recipe, after all; silly man.

“Dried.”

“Your mother always said it had to be fresh.”

“Fresh dried mint,” he clarifies, gravely.

“Really Estel.”

“Take over the lentils.”

“That was your job — and you’ve got to pick up Frodo and his friends.”

“In ten minutes.”

“You’re going to ruin it. Mr I Can Subsist On A Can Of Beans.”

“I can subsist. That doesn't mean you can add fresh spearmint to a perfectly good salad. It tastes completely wrong.”

“Estel …” But Aragorn has already ducked beneath the counter to reach deep into the recesses of their spice cabinet and retrieve an extremely dusty repurposed jar of dried mint, now cradled in his brown hands. The half-peeled label is for sour cherry preserves, which Arwen is sure no one in this family has bought from a store since they discovered the tree in Ada’s backyard.

“This is hardly fresh,” Arwen says archly.

“I dried it last week,” he says, all innocence. His t-shirt is worn and ratty enough that its low collar shows off her old necklace. She can see the jade flower and her own name etched in the characters of her mothers language at the center.

She sighs. Kisses his cheek; takes the mint. “Go fetch Mr. Bilbo’s wards.”

“They’re going to make a mess of my car,” he says, as if he did not happily volunteer for this task.

“Your car is already a mess, my love.”

So he goes, grinning. Arwen adds the mint to the salad and renters the fray.

“Eowyn,” she says. “Perhaps the next time he asks to study, you might take him up on it. That way you can get close enough to catch him at his awful scheme.”

Eowyn's mouth widens in a ponderous oh, as if she had never thought of this. Arwen pats her shoulder comfortingly.

“Food will be ready in ten minutes,” she says. Ada is smiling at her — a true smile, not without its own edges of memory, but no longer the bittersweet thing of three years ago. Arwen smiles back.

[emmanuellececchi]

Writings list/ce que j'écris

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Completed fanfiction / fanfics complétés:

Loki x Sif (Post Thor movie/Marvel) on AO3 in english :

Two of a kind

It has be elves...

FFXVI/FF16 on AO3 in english

Between a song and a book (Joshua x Reader)

A snowball fight (Joshua x Reader)

LOTR in english

A momentous Wedding : a collection of short stories, drabbles, prompt and so on. Independant chapters - more or less centered around Eowyn and Faramir's wedding (WIP - more chapters to come).

The white swan of Dol Amroth : a take on the romance between Eomer and Lothiriel. Short stories, multi-chapters and so on. Independant chapters (WIP - more chapters to come).

In dark time we sing : created for a fandome event. Who keeps the lore and knowledge alive in Rohan?

Original Tale - inspired by LOTR and people of tumblr

The last tale of the Woodland

Published work

Christmas tale on amazon (.fr, .com, .ca) en français et/and in english, title/titre : La petite boule de Noël/ The little Christmas Ball

Books review (In case you're curious)

WIP/travail en cours:

Original work

The Dark Lady by the sea : medieval romance - First draft, worldbuilding and editing - currently at 179K word count.

An Alberta romance story : modern romance - being edited - currently at 50K word count - summary /excerpts

Les Princesses et le dragon (the Princesses and the dragon) : a funny tale for chidlren - 2254 word count - Being prepared for eBook publication (french only for the moment) - excerpt

Le voyage de Lily (Lily's journey) : 22 k word count - Written as a tale for children - editing needed.

Fanfiction

The last days of Gimli son of Gloin : LOTR Fanfic - Where I explore Gimli x Galadriel - editing

Two Idiots in Love: FF16 Fanfic - Joshua x reader - first edit finish, second soon.

Following a dream : Fanfic FFXVI Joshua x OC - Finished/editing (65 k words)

Lots of other ideas : LOTR, FF16, FF14.

List of Not-yet-written fics

Looking for a beta-reader (français/english)? Don't hesitate to ask. I love reading and if I have time, I'll do it gladly! Fantasy, SF, LOTR, FF16, original or fanfiction - Comments, suggestions, continuity, worldbuilding... Et je peux aussi pour les textes en français ;)