#muse: boromir

[themuseinthewoods]

Imagine the fellowship taking care of you while your sick...

For my friend @wisheduponastar

Every time I talk to you, you're sick or getting over being sick. Since I can't make you soup, I've made you a fic.

the fellowship x gn!reader

Legolas has rarely left your side since you fell ill. It wasn't that you had to be in bed, it was just more comfortable and you want to rest your muscles that ache from travel. He had never seen illness before, every time you blew your nose or coughed he watched with fascination.

Not that your illness kept the others away from you. No, quite the contrary, it felt as it you were only alone to sleep.

Merry and Pippin have dedicated themselves to reenacting old Hobbit lore at the end of your bed and telling you of all the gossip in the shire going back a hundred years.

Sam, ever the cook, brought you a new kind of comfort food each day. He managed to make soup and stew exciting, presenting them with a new kind of bread and side, and a different type. He asked for your feedback, hoping to find the best one out of the lot.

Frodo was the calmest, he brought you a journal and some different pencils, ink and quills. While you sketched or wrote, he wrote alongside you, passing you tissues if you needed them.

Gimli brought you into the process of designing new jewelery and stone halls for the dwarves, exchanging childhood memories and stories. He was the most insistent that you stayed warm and comfortable, checking your forehead with a calloused hand each time he entered the room.

Boromir was dragged into Merry and Pippin's reenactments but he also went out of his way to find the best vegetables and meats for Sam's stew of the day. He makes sure you bathe, bringing you hot water, towels, soap and clothes to wash the illness away. It wasn't the most logical but the steam from the water did help clear your head.

Aragorn went into the wild, finding herbs. He dried them and made you a tea. It eased your throat and helped your nose stop dripping. He sat by your side, quietly telling you stories of olden times, of his adventures, of his life. When you couldn't sleep some nights because of the coughs and sneezes he brought you more tea and throat lozenges, singing softly in elvish until you drifted off into dreamland.

Gandalf vanished for a week before arriving back with the medicine you required and a funny story to tell about how he had got it. He wouldn't admit he dramatized it to make you laugh.

With this group caring for you, you'll be better in no time!

[menelvagor]

Here with your reminder that Théodred and Boromir died one day apart (Feb 25 & 26) and they were the same age. And they both made very brave last stands.

"Let me lie here - to keep the Fords till Éomer comes!" - T

"Farewell, Aragorn! Go to Minas Tirith and save my people! I have failed." - B

Also neat/sad connection here with their last words bestowing some responsibility on others to continue their task they could not complete. So, Éomer and Aragorn. These two soon after (literally days later) meet and become besties and fight several battles side-by-side, even well into the Fourth Age.

UGH! Tolkien, ow.

[luminaryofblood]

@redliongeneral

imagine Mohg and the gang having a LotR watch party

*Points at Boromir*

"... That one there is hot."

[sonxofxgondor]

@thegreatstrongbow asked: ❛it would be a shame to waste such a perfect opportunity.❜

Sexual Tension Prompts.

Cheeks dried from their tears, no longer wet from the sorrows spread, the comfort of Aragorn had done much to bring peace onto Boromir. Settled the troubles of his mind, his inner most spirit; thoughts and woes so awful that they dared not to be spoken aloud. Torments of fire and ash, dead all around, corpses rotted from the inside with hearts still bleeding, full of life and vigor. Good men and women of Gondor, who had sacrificed more than they should, for the sake of everyone who called the lands that surrounded the Fellowship home. From the Misty Mountains to the Shire, Lothlorien a realm that disguised its hurts beneath delicate song and silvered light. Beautiful and breathtaking - strange to Boromir but in the most pleasant of ways, as though he stepped into a world undiscovered before. Voices within his head had ceased for the time. Calmed in their words, deep within the curves and confusions, hope nurtured. Galadriel, kind and fairest lady, dressed in gold and white; Boromir found his smile again.

Disappearance of one friend given chance for the arrival of another, it was the seat beside Boromir that Beleg took, tree-base warmed by the body of Aragorn. Absorbed by the space shared between them, with joy did the two men converse together. About everything and anything, tales of simpler years and the adventures of family, feats of either Man or Elf. Beleg was honest and blunt. Cheerful as he told all stories - from the lips of one first born - the slow recollection of old memories. What had been forgotten but was no longer. What was still yet to be unearthed. Returned to Middle-Earth by the hands of Mandos; there was mention of Turin, beloved brother and friend, an incident of death. Boromir stopped not in his own reminiscence; described Faramir and Denethor, the loss of Finduilas, the gentle people of Minas Tirith, of all Gondor. It was only when his rambles rested, laughter spent on his lips, grin so wide, that it became known that they were pressed so close.

Twisted entire on the tree root that they sat upon, thick and sturdy, knees touching and the cloths of their tunics brushing. So close that Boromir could see the perfection of Beleg's skin; riddled not by the cruelty of the summer sun, smooth in look, tanned. Accompanied by darkened eyes - irises of invitation - memories of childhood, walks during autumn when leaves blew in the breeze. Flickered between brunette and umber, breath nearest his skin awoke a spark in Boromir, coaxed an unexpected shiver, the scent of Beleg. Centuries old but ageless to the touch; something to be yearned for, wholly desired, an invisible string that pulled Boromir ever closer. As though cheated by some spell, the question of a kiss danced in the airs, what was not drawn into Boromir's breathless lungs. Brave suggestion; Beleg stole the words from Boromir, quiet and almost missed themself.

"Yes. I do suppose it would be, Beleg." Boromir agreed, excitement lifted at the end, blush on his face, tongue dragged across his lips, a hunger in his belly.

"I would want nothing more than that - to have your kiss on my lips. But... it's been so long since I've shared in one. All my days have been dedicated to battle and glory; I remember little of what to do."

Boromir promised, moved to Beleg so that no gap laid between, as if their bodies could become one despite the layers on their skins, hands splayed on the tree bark below, a crutch. "And yet, I'd give anything to learn again with you. Beleg, can you not see that I find you beautiful? Not before you have I ever seen a more handsome man; none so brave as you nor as wise. Your kindness to me and our friends, it has only furthered the sentiment. It would be an honor to have your kiss, a pleasure. But take not my words lightly, Beleg. I would not allow our actions of eagerness to shame you or I. A kiss between us, as brothers in the fight we endure, as a soldier committed to his people, it means everything. It cannot be done for foolish sakes. Gods forgive me if we were spotted by our companions, the Lord and Lady! Kiss me now in this vow, or do not give me your taste at all."

"Beleg, let it not be a shame... a wasted opportunity..." Boromir whispered after silence passed, a plea from starved lips, desperate hands. "If it be of your will, as much as mine, let us do as we may. Kiss me, Beleg. Kiss me now; for I can't wait another moment!"

[sqvirely]

[disillusionedjudge]

STATISTICAL PERSONALITY TEST

take the linked quiz from the perspective of your character, then select 5 to 10 results from the complete matches list that you feel resonate with your character the most.

Melinda May (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) 85%

Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender) 78%

Temperance Brennan (Bones) 77%

Kate Beckett (Castle) 79%

Aeryn Sun (Farscape) 82%

Coriolanus Snow (The Hunger Games) 80%

Boromir (Lord of the Rings) 74%

Nick Fury (Marvel Cinematic Universe) 85%

Leroy Jethro Gibbs (NCIS) 81%

Darth Vader (Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope) 76%

tagged by: @thenexusofsouls tagging: anyone!!

[hopevering]

HELLO ALL so update, i am still alive!! i've been much more active in other fandoms lately since my fixation on lotr mostly died down, but I still do plan to write here when I'm feeling my muse - expect low activity overall, but i will be popping in when i can! ty all so much for your patience, i hope you're doing great <33

[h0wled]

me looking longingly at lotr/hobbit muses

[mvndrvke]

DAUGHTERS OF GONDOR.

boromir has three daughters. because he and their mother are not married, they are considered illegitimate, but boromir loves and cares for them and is open about the fact that he is their father. they lived in west osgiliath until their mother's death, after which they moved to minas tirith for their safety.

AELWYN, the eldest, was born when boromir was still fairly young. she is hardworking and opinionated, but keeps these feelings close to her chest. she is the silent force of the family, keeping them together and things moving, especially after the death of her mother. ( fc : ruby serkis )

MIRANDA was born two years after aelwyn. she is more wild than her sister, and has dreams of being a knight and savior of gondor like her father. she has little patience for the rules of society, and is frustrated that she is considered a bastard because her parents weren't married when she was born, but she lets this frustration fuel her in her pursuit of more. ( fc : millie brady )

CALLIOPE is the youngest of boromir's daughters. of a very delicate constitution, calliope was very dependent on her mother until her death. necessity made her independent, and she became fairly self sufficient after moving to minas tirith with her sisters. ( fc : nadia parkes )

please do not reblog

[aparticularbandit]

Also still mostly staying off of Tumblr. I let myself check roughly twice a day - yesterday I checked once (ish) more while doing the WIP requests (and may do so later today as I finish them up, if things go according to plan) - but if you're feeling a distinct lack of Bandit presence/interaction here....

That's why.

It's not y'all, btw!

I just. realized I have an unhealthy addiction and am trying to, ah, curb that.

(I've also found that when my mind wants something easy to do, I end up on my phone anyway. I'm trying to train myself not to immediately be on my phone when I'm bored or want something to do with my hands. This isn't going super great. But I'm not checking Tumblr every other minute or getting stuck in a cycle of checking over and over and over, so that's nice!)

[themuseinthewoods]

Daughter of Warriors-Chapter thirty-nine: A mine! (and the first full nights sleep in ages)

another amazing piece of fanart, anyone know the creator? I wanna credit them

They stopped eventually in a hollow, sheltered by a wall of rock and thick woods beside it. Frodo sat next to Amira, tracing the tattoos on her left hand, the intricate yet simple leaf pattern was familiar and comforting to him. Sam cooked a delicious stew, full of leftover deer meat, carrots, potatoes and celery. Mixed with varying seasonings and some bread that they had from Rivendell.

It didn’t take long after eating for the group to go to sleep, the hobbits all together, Amira up a tree (an old habit from sleeping alone in the wilderness) and the rest of them around the fire. It wasn’t a comfortable night, some of the noises startled them awake and left them nervous and alert, wondering if something was coming.

She was awakened by Gandalf who poked her awake with his staff, knocking her off the tree limb. “Ow.” She groaned and pulled herself up moving to help hide the remains of the small campfire and talk the hobbits into getting up. She walked with Gandalf, helping him over rocks and roots. He was an old man, and a tired one. “You alright?” Gandalf looked at her suspiciously. “You’re working harder than all of us.” She explained her reasoning to the old wizard. “Oh, I shall be alright, dear girl.” “I'm hardly a girl, Gandalf. You came to my seventy-seventh birthday party.” He shook his head and squeezed her arm comfortingly.

When he finally stopped, she headed back and helped Sam guide Bill over the rocks. She stood by the pony and stroked his head, it hurt when they had to let him go. Staring out over the water, she could hear Gimli and Gandalf tapping the stone walls.

“This water is horrid. I wish it would move.” Broromir picked up a large rock and threw it into the far end of the pool. A large splash came up and splattered around the black water. “Stop it.” Frodo visibly shutted violently. “Something under the water is evil.”

“Ah-ha. I found them!” Gandalf tapped the rock face with his staff and Gimli, who had been taping against the walls with his ax, nodded in agreement. It took several attempts of translation and tries in different languages; Amira, Gimli and Gandalf had to explain to the hobbits and Boromir more times then should have been necessary that a word in kazadul was not the password because Amira had been the first outsider in several thousand years to learn kazadul, even a part of it.

Finally, Merry came up with the answer. “It is written in elvish, so the password is elvish. What’s the elvish word for friend?” Amira was fidgeting with the rings on her right hand and stopped suddenly, looking up at him. “Mellon?” She piped up and the sound of groaning stone filled the air. “Mellon! Of course it would be Mellon.” He shook his head and began to lead everyone inside. Amira walked in after him and gasped. “No.” She whispered and fell to her knees, feeling the sting from the impact. She reached out and traced her hand over a helmet nearby. “Are…are you alright?” Legolas asked in his silvery voice.

“This was Flói’s helmet.” The body of said dwarf was nowhere to be seen. “How do you know that?” Gimli asked, he had never noticed them interacting. “I used to hang out with Balin in the library, those who went with him were those he spent his time with. Some of them worked with him, one at least was a childhood friend. He introduced me to them all. Flói was the youngest and I talked the most with him, I watched him make this.” She shook her head sadly. She knew very well that some of these bodies were older. From the last attempt to reclaim Moria where Azog the defiler was slain by Thorin Oakinsheild, but as she had felt when first in Erebor all those years ago, it all seemed like a hopeless and tragic waste of life.

A slimy slithering sound whispered through the cavern, it did not catch her attention. What did catch her attention was the very loud scream of her name followed by the call for Strider. She jumped to her feet and pulled her sword, seeing a very large tentacle wrapped around Frodo, pulling him from the grasp of the other hobbits. She ran towards her brother, calling for the others behind her and pulling her sword, she missed the tentacle and chased after it. 

“Let go of my little brother, you bastard!” She shouted angrily, tears filling her eyes as emotions overwhelmed her. Slashing the tentacle that reached for her, squid blood splashed across her face and the wiggling thing scrunched back in pain. Aragorn flew past her, wielding his sword and cutting the writhing muscle, Boromir following him. Frodo fell from its grasp due to Aragorn slashing the tentacle and Boromir barely caught him, before taking him to shore.

Amira pushed Boromir ahead of her into the collapsing tunnel and she jumped in after him, slipping on the slime the beast had shed, Gandalf grabbed her wrist and yanked, a little too hard. “Ow!” She said, falling to her knees again. Legolas kneeled by her side as Gandalf lit his staff. Her wrist was already bruising badly, thankfully it was her non-dominant hand, but that did little to console her. Aragorn took her hand and began to wrap it with care and precision she recognized from the healers of Rivendell.

He helped her up and she brushed her legs off, regretting it when she felt more pain. “We have no choice now. We must continue through the mines of Moria.” Gandalf spoke ominously, his voice echoing throughout. She stayed close to her friends as they walked through the darkness, she still did not like the underground, even with the many, many times she had stayed with the dwarves. She was trying desperately not to start crying. She could not risk taking anything to stem the pain, it could addled her brain and she needed her wits about her.

As they continued, Gandalf spoke about Mithril, showing the fellowship the glimmering ores of the place. “Thorin gave Bilbo a coat of Mithril rings. I never told him but it's worth was greater than the value of the shire.” Frodo looked slightly uncomfortable and quickly piped up. “Amira has a set of daggers and a tunic of Mithril I believe.” “It’s true I do.” She pulled one and held it up, handing it to Aragorn for him to look.

“It was part of my share of the treasure.” He looked at her curiously as he gave it back to her. 

As they kept walking, Amira would swear she could hear an extra set of feet following behind them. Someone that sounded like the impressions of Gollum her father had made. It concerned her, but it felt like every time she heard it something would happen. Her wrist would bump something, painfully throbbing, one of the hobbits would talk to her or she had to pay attention to the rocky path under their feet.

(the masterlist)

[queen-scribbles]

Muse questions - I'm gonna direct these at whichever of your LOTRO hobbits seems best suited to answer each!

What is in your pockets/bag/etc. right now? (I mean. How could we not ask this of a hobbit? :-D)

What scares you the most? And if it really happened… how would you deal with it?

Do you have any pets? If so, what are their names? What are they like personality-wise? Can we see them?

Do you have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? Do you go out of your way to always wear it when you can? Why is it your favorite?

What is in your pockets/bag/etc. right now?

Rhianlin: In my bag? *after some rummaging* Let's see.... treats for Rilli(raven comp) and Constance(badger pet), string for my braid.... *more rummaging, interrupted by a whoop of pleased surprise* THAT'S WHERE THAT WENT- a sketch I wanted to give Meneldir but couldn't find last night, some hard tack he gave me in case I get hungry, half an apple, sketchbook and charcoal, jerky.... couple changes of clothes, cornhusk d- figure Tegwyn gave me- it has a stick sword! Isn't that neat?

What scares you the most? And if it really happened… how would you deal with it?

Ziinia: Y'know, I hadn't really thought about that? *laughs* I guess either something happening that keeps me apart from my animals, or something bad happening to my family--there's a lot of us and we're all really close. I like to think I'd keep it together and think of a solution if either actually occurred, but I dunno. I love my family and my animals, so I'm not sure I wouldn't completely fall apart if one of those came to pass.

Do you have any pets? If so, what are their names? What are they like personality-wise? Can we see them?

Siltera: I've picked up a few in my travels. There's Rushes, she's a hound dog, very good for sniffing out mushrooms and following a scent, also loves to sleep. Looks at me with big sad eyes if I wake her early. Puddle is a black cat, doesn't much care what I do as long as I remember to feed her and will spend enough time sitting still she can use me as a seat part of the day. Squall is a crow I found out near Clegur; an avanc had knocked him into some reeds and his wing got caught. I wasn't expecting him to follow me around after I freed him, but he did. He's very good, if a touch mischievous. Likes to let out one ridiculous caw in the wee hours of the morning, just for the fun of it. Sometimes he brings me trinkets, I think in thanks for not shooing him off.

(have wiki pictures of the pets bc I don't have screenies of them myself)

Do you have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? Do you go out of your way to always wear it when you can? Why is it your favorite?

Rhianlin: My blouse. My ma made it for me, an' put lots of pretty embroidery on the collar and sleeves, an' around the buttons. It's very soft and reminds me of home, so, yeah, I wear it a lot. [River Hobbit cosmetic blouse]

Ziinia: My gloves. I picked up these very sturdy fingerless gloves... awhile ago, and they've come in handy for so many things. I wear them just about all the time. [I thought they were anniversary cosmetic, but I don't see them listed]

Siltera: *sheepish smile* Mine's actually a somewhat recent addition that was given to me while I was traveling through Tharbad. *tugs out a sturdy cord necklace with a wolf's tooth hanging from it* It was given to me by a... fellow traveler--all the way from Gondor!--after I helped him retrieve some stolen property. *tucks it away, bites her lip* He was very kind, very courteous, and spun a wonderful story. He called this a lucky charm, and it's certainly proven so for me. [Lucky Wolf's Tooth pocket item from Boromir]

Muse Asks

[the-solar-panel]

@wrxthfulguard asked: Don was still exploring the Astral Express, eventually finding the archives after remembering Welt's directions to said area... He entered quietly, also remembering that Welt said that a crew member also resides in the archives: A man named Dan Heng. (For my Modern! AU)

Dan Heng doesn't even register that someone's entered the archives, instead remaining silent and seated in one corner of the room as Don wanders inside.

[sonxofxgondor]

Personality & Traits

Gathered and collected via HERE and HERE.

Personality: ENFJ (Protagonist)

As an ENFJ (Protagonist), you possess a unique blend of charisma, empathy, and idealism that sets you apart in any crowd. Your natural ability to inspire and lead others is matched only by your deep-seated desire to make a positive impact on the world around you. You have an uncanny knack for understanding people’s emotions and motivations, often sensing what others need before they even realize it themselves. Your gift for communication allows you to articulate your visionary ideas with passion and conviction, drawing others into your orbit and motivating them to join your cause. You thrive on meaningful connections and have a remarkable talent for bringing out the best in those around you. However, your idealistic nature can sometimes set you up for disappointment when reality falls short of your lofty expectations.

Traits:

Bolded where applies.

Positive: appropriate ~ ambitious ~ aware ~ bright ~ brave ~ balanced ~ calm ~ cooperative ~ connected ~ considerate ~ dedicated ~ dynamic ~ disciplined ~ empowering ~ energetic ~ expressive ~ excitable ~ fair ~ faithful ~ friendly ~ forgiving ~ generous ~ giving ~ gifted ~ honest ~ humorous ~ honorable ~ hard-working ~ imaginative ~ independent ~ intelligent ~ joyful ~ jovial ~ jaunty ~ knowledgeable ~ kept ~ kindhearted ~ leading ~ loving ~ loyal ~ logical ~ nurturing ~ neat ~ nice ~ open-minded ~ optimist ~ organized ~ patient ~ peaceful ~ ~ playful ~ polite ~ reliable ~ responsible ~ resourceful ~ skillful ~ self-confident ~ sincere ~ supportive ~ trusting ~ trustworthy ~ truthful ~ versatile ~ vibrant ~ warm ~ willing ~ wise

Negative:

annoying ~ aloof ~ arrogant ~ boring ~ bossy ~ bitchy ~ boastful ~ careless ~ changeable ~ cowardly ~ cynical ~ deceitful ~ dull witted ~ dishonest ~ detached ~ finicky ~ flirtatious ~ foolish ~ fussy ~ greedy ~ grumpy ~ gullible ~ harsh ~ hateful ~ impatient ~ impolite ~ indecisive ~ irresponsible ~ jealous ~ jittery ~ lazy ~ lustful ~ loud ~ mean ~ miserly ~ moody ~ materialistic ~ narrow-minded ~ nervous ~ nasty ~ obsessive ~ overcritical ~ oversensitive ~ pessimistic ~ possessive ~ quick-tempered ~ quiet ~ resentful ~ rude ~ ruthless ~ sarcastic ~ secretive ~ selfish ~ sneaky ~ stubborn ~ tactless ~ timid ~ thoughtless ~ unkind ~ unkept ~ unreliable ~ untrustworthy ~ vague ~ vain ~ vengeful ~ weak-willed ~ worrisome

[sqvirely]