#oc: pippin
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fictionobsession · 1 year ago
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Meet the OCs
Thenii art by @elfinbloodbag
Character sheets stolen from @tripleyeeet
Relationship chart template from @raysoffrost
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ft. Thenii:
Thenii Begins (Thenii only)
The Wizard of Waterdeep (Thenii x Gale) - Coming Soon!
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ft. Pippin
Jailbreak (Pippin, Virru, & Boone)
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ft. Thenure:
Nothing...yet.
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ft. Calahrin:
Nothing...yet.
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emilybeemartin · 10 months ago
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Illustrations from chapter 1, sort of a grab bag, stylistically, because I did a lot of them in the process of writing, instead of as one big batch.
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mintybleh · 2 months ago
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NEW PIP REF AFTER 700 YEARS!!
here she is, my favourite, my lovely blorbie, my Pippin Button. she's got a more pirate/rogue kind of outfit now, because guess who soon has two levels in rogue? she's getting up to no good oh boy
she's so special to me augh y'all have no idea also WHY DID THIS TAKE 4 HOURS???
oh and finally, a canon reference for the sword of fate after just 4 years, amazing
+speedpaint
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clefchan · 3 months ago
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I did this for my fanfiction ( in french) about LOTR, with 3 of my OC in the background
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marsconer · 2 years ago
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writing lord of the rings fanfic is like. *has three versions of how an event goes* *goes into research tangent on folklore and anthropology* * cries about it* it’s what tolkien would have wanted.
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avephelis · 1 year ago
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recently finished a hardcore monotype grass nuzlocke and since basil the leafeon absolutely carried i had to capture his glory
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also had some insane shiny luck which was. very unlike me.
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rhinocio · 3 months ago
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ever are there more What Song shitposts
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tophatthesilly · 2 months ago
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ELLO
WELCOME TO MY LIL BLOG GEHEHHEHEHHEHE If you made it here you probably found me yelling being silly in ur comments or somehow stumbled here bc of my other acct @tophatstintin gegehehhehhehehhehe:3
LIL INTRO
Name: Tophat Nationality: CANADAIN HBUGVYFCDCFGH Ethnicity: SRI LANKAN Pronouns: they/her (i mostly use they/them but i don't mind if u use she/her :3) NONBINARY :3
STUFF IM INTO RN (and favorite characters):
LORD OF THE RINGS/ THE HOBBIT-(Pippin)
BEYBLADE BURST-(Wakiya)
TINTIN-(I LOBE THEM ALL JNHBUGVCTR)
OBJECT SHOWS (bfdi, ii, hfjone, bfkfc, object manor :3-(don't really have one lol)
SMG4-(SMG3)
EDDSWORLD-(Tord)
A.V.A/A.V.M-(purple)
SHIPS I SHIP
LOTR/HOBBIT: Bilbo x Thorin, Sam x Frodo, Legolas x Gimli
BEYBLADE BURST: Rantaro x Wakiya, Valt x Shu, Ranjiro x Aiger
TINTIN: Tintin x Haddock
SMG4: Smg4 x Smg3
EDDSWORLD: Tom x Tord
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i haven't really done object oc's for lotr/hobbit, so if u have any suggestions on what objects they should be, feel free to suggest them :3
also as u can probably see, i haven't really posted much here and on my other acct in a while. its bc im having some family problems and i don't have my phone, so i can only post wb doodles for now :'[
ALSO FEEL FREE TO DM ME IF I FOLLOW U BACK :3 I DONT BITE HBGVYFCTDXRGVYBH
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also i got some oc's gegehehehhehheheh
tophat, Yara, and Xavier are my osc OC's, the country ball one doesn't have a name lol (i'll just call it CB for now lol), TOO (The Only One) is my A.V.A/A.V.M (animation vs animator/animation vs minecraft (Allan Becker)) OC, and Theodore/Theo is my hobbit OC.
Tophat and CB both use they/them
Yara and TOO use they/her
Xavier and Theo use they/him
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bapple117 · 3 months ago
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meant to post this a while ago but I designed an impsona! her name is Pippin (like apple pip... xD) & I'm gonna be fr she's basically just me as an imp LOL but HERE SHE IS YAY OKAY BYE 🍎
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autistook · 4 months ago
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DAISIES - pt 19
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Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader / soft oc
Words: 5.4k
Summary: Minas Tirith is burning and you and Merry arrive on the battlefield. It's time to fight for your lives.
TW's: Blood, violence, death, near death, graphic descriptions, angst
AN: For more feels, re-read chapter 12 before this one ♡
PREVIOUS CHAPTER
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It felt like every other step the horse took, a tree branch smacked you across the face. No matter how much you tried to dodge the twigs; another scratch formed on your skin. If you pressed your face down; there were leaves tickling the top of your head. Your small grunts of frustration could be heard by everyone who was riding their horses near you. Merry stretched his arm back a little to give your knee a supportive squeeze whenever he noticed any discomfort in you, but eventually even he got irritated by the tough path everyone was traveling through, and he too groaned whenever a branch made his skin sting.
There was still quite a bit of road ahead, but with the lead of King Théoden and some newly found unknown allies, you all took a more discreet route instead of traveling down the main road. Unfortunately, this meant difficult terrains and rough paths.
“Not much longer until we can rest,” Éowyn whispered in your ear. “Please try to hold on.”
“This is frustrating. I am all scratched up!” you complained quietly back to her. 
“Just a little more,” Éowyn encouraged, slightly lowering her tone when she realized Merry was listening. 
“Dernhelm, you can see her?” Merry asked quietly.
“Yes, Merry. Why do you ask?”
Merry tried to turn his head to see your face, but he could not move his body quite enough without discomfort.
“Would you please take a quick look at her scratches? I don't want her to get wounded,” he said. Your body felt like it went limp for a few seconds as a wave of affection rushed through you.
“Of course,” she said and called your name. She gently examined your face as Merry held the reins. After she made sure you were nothing more than a little scratched up, she spoke again. “She seems alright. Nothing to worry about, Merry.”
“Thank you,” Merry responded and squeezed your knee again. You pressed your cheek against his back and he could feel your affectionate smile even through his armor. 
Your own armor had become more of a burden than useful. It was heavy on you and too big for your figure. You thought you would have gotten used to it by then, but every passing second it felt heavier, and you began considering tossing it aside completely.
You shifted your position, trying to get more comfortable and the clinking of the chainmail got the attention of a nearby rider.
“Getting heavy there?” he asked and you nodded, feeling more and more exhausted from holding the chainmail's weight. The man was maybe closer to the King in his age, and he had a few greys here and there in his beard. His green eyes seemed as desperate as any other soldier's, but behind the desperation, they seemed to be holding in a spark of hope and joy.
“Very much so,” you responded to the rider. 
There was a silent agreement with everyone who had traveled near you to keep the presence of you and Merry quiet. They knew how important it was for you both to ride to war with them, so they helped to cover up for you the best they could and at times were even chit chatting you and Merry on the long, difficult road.
“You might still want to hold onto it,” he said quietly, but his tone was firm; almost commanding. As your eyes locked on his, you saw a hint of concern in them. It felt like he was reading your mind. He looked at you for a long time before resuming: “You don't want to get hurt out there. It's better for you to have some form of protection, little one.”
You gave him a tiny, wary nod. Your body was tired and you just wanted to rip off the heavy metal off your body. 
Your thoughts kept circling back to the sense of relief losing the chainmail would bring, but every time you turned your head to the ground to see where you could possibly stop and get rid of it, the rider's eyes locked on yours and his firm gaze kept you in your senses. You needed the armor. 
“I am going to pass out,” you whispered as the darkness surrounded all of you, the lack of rest consuming you, while everyone was riding onward slowly but securely.
“We'll get to rest soon,” Merry said, his tone heavy with worry. “Please, just hold on for a little more.”
“I can't stay awake,” you muttered, fighting a losing battle with your eyelids.
“You can sleep, just do not faint,” Éowyn said softly. She scooted closer to you and so did Merry, making you fit more securely between their bodies.
“Are you certain?” you asked, eyes already closed.
“Yes, sleep now. We will wake you when we come to a halt,” Éowyn said.
And with that, your head hit Merry's back, your cheek squished against his armor and your arms went limp around his waist. Merry took your arms in his lap and held you tightly, even though it made it significantly harder for him to keep his balance in check. He wanted to smile as he felt your warmth against him, but his mind and heart were consumed with worry for you and for his friends.
“Hey,” said Merry softly, as the tip of his finger was poking your thigh. You let out a disapproving grunt before he poked you again. Merry's voice was gentle and almost paternal. “I'm afraid you need to hop off the horse with us and get some proper sleep.”
You sat up straight and rubbed some of the sleep out of your eyes.
“What time is it?” you asked, yawning.
“Late,” Merry responded and hopped off the horse. As he landed on the ground, he reached up and took your hands in his, steadying you before helping you on the ground. His heart fluttered as he felt your delicate hands in his. “But we are almost out of the woods now. Back near the main road.”
“Is the ride long?” you asked as you started scanning for a place to lie down. Merry guided you down to a small secluded area away from the largest groups of riders.
“Not so long. We are closer to Minas Tirith than I would have thought,” Merry responded and sat you down, carefully keeping your sleepy body steady by the small of your back. 
“How come?”
“You see that?” Merry asked and pointed through the trees, where in the distance was a small ball of fire.
“Is that Minas Tirith… on fire?” you asked, nearly panicking and Merry could not hold back a soft, amused chuckle.
“No, no. It is not. It's the hill of Amon Dîn and that is their beacon. At least according to Elfhelm.”
You nodded, half asleep and clueless.
“Of course,” you responded, trying to appear at least slightly awake and aware.
Merry sat down next to you and looked at you, his lips finally curling up into a wide smile. He admired how the soft light of a nearby campfire created dancing shadows on your face that made your eyelashes look even longer than they really were, and how your lips pursed slightly when you pressed your head on his lap. His heart skipped a beat when you cradled up into his lap, but almost instinctively he put his arm around your back and began stroking your hair to soothe you back to sleep.
“Dernhelm?” Merry asked quietly as Éowyn walked past.
“Yes?” she asked, smiling a little as she saw you curled up into a ball in Merry's lap. She found herself puffing her chest slightly when Merry looked her way, hoping it would somehow make her disguise as Dernhelm more believable to the young Hobbit.
“Is it far?”
Éowyn shook her head. Merry gave her a small nod before turning his gaze back to you. Éowyn observed you two for a few more seconds before walking away from you to get some rest, and to give you and Merry some privacy. Merry sighed and admired your sleepy, peaceful face. Your rosy cheeks were partly covered in faint scratches from the tree branches and he softly caressed his thumb over them. You let out a soft, quiet groan of disapproval.
“Is something wrong?” Merry asked.
“You stopped,” you mumbled back with a small pout.
“Stopped what?” Merry responded, confused, as he tried to analyze your face for any clues on your sudden disapproval.
“You stopped caressing my hair,” you pouted, barely aware. Merry's cheeks flushed from affection, and he immediately brushed a stray strand off your face and resumed combing through your hair delicately with his fingers.
“I'm sorry, my lady,” he whispered with a smirk. “It won't happen again.”
“Good,” you mumbled and gave him a tired, approving nod. 
“You know,” Merry whispered after a while, caressing your curls and moving them behind your pointy ears. “You would look rather beautiful with a daisy behind your ear right now.”
He had a big smile on his face despite you not hearing him, as you had fallen into a deep sleep in his comforting embrace. 
You flinched as the loud sound of the horn of Rohan reached your ears. Merry had fallen asleep with his arm on your back and the other one was still resting on the top of your head, likely left there from dozing off while caressing your hair.
“Merry?” you said, sitting up. Merry stirred and stretched his arms. His eyes were half-lidded, and he turned his head left and right, dazed from his deep sleep.
“Hm?” he mumbled. 
“We need to keep going,” you said quietly. 
“How long did we sleep for?” Merry asked, his voice low and heavy with tiredness. “I am still feeling exhausted.”
“Not long,” responded Éowyn with her low tone, still disguising herself in front of Merry. “A few hours at most.”
Merry nodded and stood up, stumbling on his tired feet. The chainmail on you felt heavy on your weary body, and Éowyn had to help you up on your feet.
“Are you sure you can–,” Merry started.
“Yes,” you responded, cutting him off mid sentence. Merry gave you an understanding nod, but his heart was in turmoil; in that moment he feared for your safety more than anything and a small part of him had hoped you would change your mind before arriving at Minas Tirith.
The horses were moving forward faster than before, and the sound of the horses galloping forth was filling the otherwise quiet air. 
You narrowed your gaze and scrunched your nose. A nasty scent spread all around you and your stomach made a backflip.
Smoke.
“I smell smoke,” Merry stated quietly. You gripped his leather armor with your fist, slowly trembling as fear crept up your back. Merry tried his best to keep himself in check and seem courageous, but his fingers were shaking as you approached Minas Tirith.
Screams.
“Merry,” you whimpered quietly and reached for his hand. He instinctively searched for yours and squeezed it tight.
“I know,” he responded.
You closed your eyes and swallowed loudly. Your knees began to feel weak and it was not only the chainmail that was pulling your body down; fear was making your body limp, though the muscles on your arms tensed up. You opened your eyes as the horses began to slow down.
Flames and smoke.
You closed your eyes in an instant and let go of Merry's hand, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist again. Your heart was thumping in your chest, and Éowyn too could feel it as she was pressed against your back, her body tense from fear.
The sound of clashing swords. Screams of terror.
Your ears began to ring. Your body began to shut down, every other sound drowning away, but the sound of your own rapid heartbeat.
Thump.
Thump. 
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Your ears perked up and your eyes flew open.
“Death! Death! Death!” everyone roared, their swords and spears in the air. You felt Merry raise his arm, his battle cry rumbling against your chest. 
“Death!” Merry cried along with the many men and Éowyn. Your throat was too dry to make a sound. And then the horns blew again, seeding courage into the men of Rohan.
Slowly, led by Théoden King, the horses began to gallop, their speed growing faster and faster. From the distance you could see spears and arrows pointed towards your direction, each and every one of them held by orcs, each uglier and scarier than the other.
“Death!” roared Éowyn behind you and her sword swung through the air, taking an orc out swiftly. 
Some men and horses fell down to your left, loud tumbling filling the air. Spears clashed against each other as the horses began running the orcs over, taking them down one by one.
To your right you saw a spear piercing through a horse's chest and an arrow taking down the soldier riding it.
Thump. Down. 
You looked to your left and saw the rider, who had been so concerned for your safety, take a tumble with his horse, both crashing to the ground. As you looked over your shoulder at the man, there was no more hope or joy in his green eyes. There was nothing.
Another one down.
You clung to Merry more tightly and he was swinging his sword in every direction he could, as fast as his body allowed him to move. His heart was beating fast, distractingly fast, but his mind was set on protecting you at all cost.
You heard a roar from an orc, and before your brain had a chance to comprehend what was happening, your arm was already gripping your sword, pointing it towards the source of the roar and piercing the creature with a loud swoosh and splat.
Thump. 
The orc was down.
Your eyes widened as you pulled back your sword and saw that it was covered in black blood. Your hand trembled as your head was filled with images of the orc lying on the ground all those months ago when you were protecting Rath with all the courage you could muster.
You could not move for a while. You held your sword with your right hand and with your left you clung to Merry, your knuckles turning white. All around you were the burdening sounds of war and death. The air smelled rotten and smokey, the chainmail on your body felt more heavy than before and your heart was beating so rapidly you feared it might burst out of your chest.
You looked up at the white city, the first layer of it burning, the front gate busted to dust. Loud cries of women, men, children and orcs were rumbling through the air, and in the sky you could see creatures that looked like they crawled out of your darkest nightmares; they looked like dragons, but much more terrifying and you could only describe them as an omen of death. 
As one of them let out a screech far away, you instinctively felt the need to cover your ears to muffle the horrible sound that pierced your ears; the sound that felt like it emptied your soul. You let go of your sword and Merry and pressed your hands firmly on your ears. Your ears were quivering with fear and your hands were cold. You thought about the first time you had heard those cries; back in Buckland, when Merry, Frodo, Sam and Pippin had first left for their journey. 
And you thought of your dear friend Pippin, who you knew was somewhere in the layered white city in front of you; the city that was starting to get covered in flames and death, and in your heart grew a fear that Pippin might not make it.
‘Poor Pippin!’ you thought. ‘Poor Frodo. and poor Sam! I wonder if they’re alive at all. Is there any hope left?’
Before you had time to give any more space to those thoughts, there was an almost deafening low rumble near your ears, announcing itself and its purpose to destroy.
Thump. Rough ground hit your back.
The horse that was just beneath you let out a loud whinny before getting crushed with a sound that you could never forget.
Éowyn screamed your name. She screamed Merry's name.
But there was no response from Merry; and no response from you. You were laying there in shock, overstimulated by all of the sounds and movements around you, fear darkening your vision and your back hurting severely from the fall.
‘Why is he not answering?’ you thought.
You sprung up on your feet and dodged a few horses that ran past you. Your eyes widened and your knees buckled as you saw a large oliphaunt, harnessed with red banners, charging towards your direction, making it clear it was what brought down the horse the three of you were riding. On top of the mûmakil were war towers, and on them spearmen and archers, each more terrifying than the other.
You stumbled to your left and the large creature stomped its way past you and towards other soldiers. Your breathing was ragged and your legs quivered in fear; you could not see Merry or Éowyn anywhere. All you could see was people facing their demise and the chaos that was surrounding them.
Your eyes scanned the battlefield relentlessly. There were splintering spears and clashing swords, enemies like you had never seen before, and many faces you had seen before - and many that you had not - laying lifeless on the ground, and around the field were spots of ground that were covered in black and red splatters of blood.
There was a round rumbling sound behind you and a crash so loud followed, that you felt your heart stop. Dust and sand spread in the air and blinded you for a moment.
You rubbed the specks of dust out of your eyes and when you opened them and turned around, you could see a large oliphaunt lying dead on the ground. For a split second it felt like Eru himself had laid protective arms over you, for you could not comprehend how you got so lucky the oliphaunt did not crush you to death. 
You turned around again, desperately seeking for Merry with your gaze.
“Merry!” you yelled, your voice raspy and faint from the fear in your heart and the dust in your lungs. “Merry!”
Your eyes widened as you saw an orc sprinting towards you. Its eyes were wide and green, with vertically slit pupils that it used to pierce right to your very soul. The orc's body looked like it was thrown in a bath of boiling water with sugar, and then thrown into a puddle of mud afterwards. As the enemy charged towards you, your knees buckled again. You took a few quick steps back and landed on your back, having stumbled on something. 
You could not believe your luck. It was your own sword you had dropped a moment before when you fell off the horse.
The orc screamed in a high-pitched tone before your sword cut its cries short, piercing through the orcs throat and making it fall limp on the ground next to you, a gurgling noise coming out of its mouth.
Your stomach twisted from the sound and you felt sick; but this was not the time to stay there and linger in dread. 
You sat up as straight as you could, wincing as you started to climb back on your feet. Your heavy armor kept pulling you towards the ground and it limited your ability to stand up, let alone fight. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest.
“Screw this,” you muttered to yourself in desperation.
Your palms and fingers hurt from pulling the chainmail off, but the second it hit the ground with a clang and a thump, you felt lighter and less fearful. Moving was easier and very swiftly you made it to your feet, the ground steady beneath you.
“Merry!” you screamed again. No response.
You saw a glimpse of a helmet you thought might have been Éowyn's, so without a second thought, you were already running.
Another cry from an orc caught your ears as it ran towards you, but swiftly you took it down, its legs giving up under your quick reaction time and the pierce of your sword. Your feet pattered on the ground and the wind howled in your ears. You called Merry's name and you called Éowyn's, but there was no answer. And she was nowhere to be seen anymore. But you kept running.
It was quick. Suddenly you were at the grumbled gate of Minas Tirith, dodging arrows and crawling by people's feet. It was one of those moments when you felt glad about your small size; you mostly tended to go unnoticed past the enemies, and the ones that saw you, fell to the ground fast.
The stone beneath your feet would have been cold to touch, had it not been taken over by the battle and Sauron's army. Now the lower streets of Minas Tirith were hot and burning, the smoke making it hard to see forth and forcing you to keep crawling at times in order to move forward.
“Merry!” you called out again, but all you could hear were unnatural sounds from orcs and trolls, the screams of dying soldiers and the cries of helpless people, forced to face their doom.
You ran up a street, not seeing two feet in front of you. Your fingers crossed you went forward, hoping to find Merry, Éowyn - or even Pippin; anyone who could give you comfort and a sense of security. And more than anything, you needed to see they were alright.
The smoke was making you cough uncontrollably and your eyes were stinging and watering. Finally you stepped on stone that felt a little cooler than the others as you made your way closer to the next level of the city. 
You gasped for air as you finally pushed through the smoke and made your way above it, onto a platform. You looked around through a misty vision and tried to search for any familiar faces through your growing desperation, but it was no use.
Nipping pain.
Merry was crawling on all fours, eyes closed and his body trembling in fear. His mind was set on finding you, but he could not get his body to respond. The large shadow passing over him felt too overwhelming and both his head and body refused to follow his orders.
And then he heard a strange noise. A high-pitched, almost proud laughter.
“No living man am I!”
As he opened his eyes, he saw her. There was Éowyn, her hair golden and her eyes sparkling with bravery, yet grim with an acceptance of death. 
In front of her stood the Witch-King, large, terrifying and dark, and he made Merry's blood cold. He was standing there, speechless as in front of him stood a woman, threatening to smite him if he laid his hands upon what Éowyn held the dearest; King Théoden.
The black figure swung his flail at Éowyn, and though many she dodged, one stroke fell on her shield and splintered it, along with it her arm.
Merry's heart was full of pity, fear and determination. He could not allow her to die, not alone. She meant a lot to him; and even more to you. He thought of you and how much you meant to him; how much he hoped you were alright; and how much he hoped you would forgive him, for he was certain he was now facing the end.
He crawled quietly behind the dark figure, lifted his blade and struck.
With a deafening screech the Witch-King crumbled down to his knees and Merry's right arm fell cold.
“Éowyn! Éowyn!” Merry cried, and the shieldmaiden pierced the enemy with her sword. The Witch-King of Angmar withered before them and all that was left was an empty helmet and cloak.
Éowyn fell unconscious before Merry, and he did not know if she had died. Whether or not, in front of him was also lying Théoden King, death in his eyes and blood on his mouth. Merry crawled up to him, to the man who he had started to see as a father, tears in his eyes, his gaze darting between the King and the pale, unconscious shieldmaiden of Rohan.
You looked to your right and the orc lifted its sword again. You swung your own weapon so quickly the orc did not have time to defend, and with a loud crash it fell through rubble and onto the street below you.
You touched your lower belly and winced. Something did not feel right.
The cries had quieted down. Some of the most courageous ones were still fighting, but many enemies had either retreated or had been slain. Many soldiers, good and bad, were lying dead on the battlefield and the streets of Minas Tirith.
Merry did not look at them. All he could do was try and stay awake; his arm had gone numb and cold, his eyes were misty and his brain was in an overdrive. Were you hurt? Was Éowyn dead? Were Pippin, Boromir and Gandalf safe inside the walls of Minas Tirith? Or was everything lost?
He was following other people who carried the King and Éowyn towards the upper levels of the city, but at some point he absent mindedly made a turn to an alley, where to his surprise and joy, he ran into Pippin.
“Merry! Thank goodness I've found you!” Pippin said, his heart lighter and his eyes lighting up from relief. He was wearing a black armor, decorated by the white tree of Gondor.
“Pippin?” Merry asked, tears in his eyes.
Merry stumbled into his arms, hugging him with his working arm as tight as he could and Pippin helped him to sit down. 
“Gandalf sent me to look for you when you didn't arrive with the others. I am so glad to see you again!” Pippin said, hugging him tightly. He pulled back slightly and looked at him, worried. “But are you hurt? Are you wounded?”
“No,” Merry stammered. “Maybe. I can't feel my arm. I can't use it at all. Not since… Where… where is she? It's all going dark again, help me, Pippin!”
“It's alright,” Pippin reassured and put one of his arms around Merry, lifting him up on his feet. “Come now! Foot by foot. It's not far.”
“Are you going to bury me?”
Pippin's heart filled with pity and fear.
“No, Merry. I'm going to look after you. We are going to the houses of healing.”
They walked the streets of Minas Tirith together and Pippin quietly listened to Merry, who was mumbling to himself; mostly mumbling your name. Pippin’s heart twisted and stomach turned. ‘Poor Merry,’ he thought. ‘Still feeling burdened from leaving her behind.’
“Pippin!” shouted Boromir as the two came to his view and he quickly ran towards the Hobbits. He kneeled in front of Merry and touched his cheek gently, trying to get eye contact with him. “Merry, can you hear me?”
Merry did not respond vocally, but he lifted his gaze to Boromir. He felt the urge to smile, but he felt too weak to do so. Merry had missed him dearly; like a big brother he was, but his arm was burdening him and it felt like death was trying to claim him.
And suddenly Pippin pat Merry's shoulder.
“Merry?” Pippin asked in distress and shock. Merry looked at Pippin and turned his gaze to the direction his friend was gesturing at.
Merry’s stomach turned and a surge of adrenaline pumped through his veins. He sprinted off of Pippin's and Boromir's grasps.
“Merry!” Boromir called out and before he had time to do anything, Pippin was running after Merry.
Merry knelt beside you and with his uninjured arm he lifted your head on his lap.
“No, no,” Merry mumbled, his heart shattering at the sight. When he got your head comfortably on his lap he reached his hand on your wound, blocking the bleeding the best he could. “It's alright. You're alright.”
“Merry,” you gasped through your tears. “Please, help me.”
“You're alright,” Merry said, visibly panicking. Pippin knelt down on your other side, looking at the blood leaking out of your stomach, his eyes widening in horror. He thought you were safely in Buckland.
“Boromir!” Pippin called. Boromir made his way beside you and he too kneeled down, a confused look on his face.
“Who is–”
“Help her!” Pippin begged. Boromir nodded and ripped a part of his cloak off, pressing it on your wound to slow down the bleeding. You winced from pain and more tears poured from your eyes.
“You're alright,” Merry repeated. He couldn't manage to say anything else; he needed to reassure you and himself. “You're alright.”
“I'm going to die,” you sobbed, gasping for air, while your brain was fuzzy from the shock and your ears ringing from the pain. Your fingers were cold in Pippin’s hands as he held to you, trying his best to provide some comfort.
“You're not going to die,” Merry said, his voice cracking. He put his hand on your cheek, firmly, but with care. He gazed into your eyes with a stern look. “You're not allowed to die.”
You nodded, though your vision was growing more blurry. You looked up at the sky and noticed there was a twinkling, bright star showing for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. A small smile crept up on the corner of your mouth as you gazed at the sky above, gasping for air again, your chest heaving raggedly.
“I've heard much about you, Miss Baggins,” Boromir said suddenly, trying to soothe down your nerves, hoping to calm Merry and Pippin down in the process.
You chuckled through your tears of pain and fear. “And I of you. Boromir, son of Denethor, I presume?”
“What gave it away?” he asked with a soft smile.
“You look like a true soldier,” you responded. His smile would have comforted you, but you could see it in his eyes; he was certain you were dying. You looked back up at the sky, your heart pounding faster from fear.
“You're alright,” Merry said again, his voice cracking from dread. He turned to look at Pippin and Boromir. “Is… is there… she needs help,” he stuttered, tears in his eyes.
“Gandalf is coming,” Boromir said, but his tone was not reassuring. “He said he would follow me right behind.”
Merry nodded, trying to find relief in Boromir's words, but as he looked back into your eyes, his relief was long gone and he began to feel hopeless.
“You're alright,” he said again.
“Merry,” you stuttered, tears falling from your eyes as you whimpered in pain. Boromir pressed your wound harder and you let out a loud cry of pain. “Merry, I'm going to die. And I….I…”
“You’re not going to die,” he said, his tone desperate and his last bit of bravery crumbling. He had now forgotten about his own pain completely, his mind consumed by looming grief.
“I…”
“I know. You're alright,” Merry said and ran his hand through your hair tenderly, his eyes wet and his gaze pleading desperately. “You're not going to die."
You swallowed as your vision started to blur more.
“I don't want to die,” you said, your voice barely a whisper now. Merry let out a sob. Pippin closed his eyes, crying silently, his heart growing heavy with fear.
“You're not going to die,” he said, lips quivering. He moved his hand to caress your cheek again. “I promised Frodo I would keep you safe.”
You tried to get a word out, but your mouth had gone dry and it took all of your strength just to stay awake. You focused your gaze solely on Merry, and you squeezed Pippin's hand weakly. Your ears were ringing loudly.
“Boromir, do something!” Pippin weeped, and Merry's fingers trembled on your cheek. Boromir kept pressing the wound; it was all he could do.
“You can't leave me,” Merry whispered through tears. You said nothing as your vision grew more hazy and your grip on Pippin's hand weakened. Pippin looked at Merry, falling apart, trying to hold your hand harder, hoping it would somehow give you enough strength. 
“Merry!” Pippin panicked. 
“Please, don't go,” Merry begged in despair and held your cheek more firmly, caressing it lovingly. “Please. Don't leave me. I need you here. You can't… you can't leave me behind. Please, don't go.”
Your ears stopped ringing and everything went black.
NEXT CHAPTER
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fictionobsession · 1 year ago
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Jailbreak
Pairing: None
Word Count: 806 (is just little)
Warnings: none!
A/N: this is a between-game blurb for the multiplayer campaign I'm doing with @elfinbloodbag and @tripleyeeet so this is really for them - hope y'all like it <3
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Pippin was mid-sneak, trying to take some potions out from under the nose of the injured tiefling, when Boone poked her head through the door of the prison.
“Hey, Pip, a moment please?” The whisper-yell wasn't quite enough to get the attention of the surrounding Grove inhabitants, of course, but Pippin cringed anyway. Pippin stepped back onto a squeaky board. Stupid old shack, what's wrong with dirt floors for godssake.
Luckily, the tiefling was too out of it to acknowledge such a tiny sound, and Pippin quickly made her way to the Druid's makeshift prison, making sure no one was watching as she slipped inside. Boone was standing in front of a cage, hands on hips, staring into the face of a goblin woman. Goblins have genders, right? Surely. Probably. Should probably learn some more about goblin culture. Do they have a culture? Everyone's got a culture I'm certain. Silly question.
“They've got 'er locked up.” Boone gestured to the goblin.
“What'd she do?”
Boone shrugged and looked up as Virru strolled casually into the room. “Best I can tell, she's just in here on account of being a goblin, and may have been with that crew we just...handled.”
“But, well, that's technically not a crime, is it? If she didn't hurt anybody?” Pippin asked, more thinking out loud than actually wanting an answer. She looked over at Boone, who let out a rather impressive yawn.
“She did say she'd get us into the goblin camp. Trouble-free. Jailbreak?”
Virru nodded. Pippin looked between them, already pulling out her lockpicking tools. “Never done a jailbreak before.”
Boone raised an eyebrow. Pippin's cheeks turned pink, suddenly very focused on the lock. “Well, never for someone other than myself anyway.” She rolled her shoulders and stuck her tongue between her teeth. The lock gave a final click, and the door swung open. The goblin, Sazza, she said her name was, sauntered out. Boone quickly pulled her weapon and aimed it at the escapee.
“I ain't gon do nothin'. Toldya I'd get ya in the camp, so I will. The Priestess will want to meet you. Put that down.”
Boone lowered her weapon – slightly. Virru leaned against the wall, watching. “So, not to be the voice of logic, but, now what?”
Pippin blinked at her, expression blank. Boone groaned, throwing her head back. “Nobody ever thinks things through.” She shot a glare at Pippin.
“Hey! I didn't do it this time! You said 'jailbreak' and I jail..broke? Anyway, I did what we all agreed on! I figured you had a plan!”
Boone grabbed the goblin by the elbow and started to lead her out of the prison area, only to be immediately stopped by the nearest tiefling. She turned Sazza around and went directly back into the room where Virru and Pippin were barely containing giggles.
When Virru was certain she could hold it together long enough to speak, she grinned up at Boone. “What exactly made you think that was going to work?”
“Was worth a try. Why go through all the effort of making an elaborate plan if you can just walk through the front door?”
“Well, we obviously can't walk through the front door, so what do we do? Pip, you have any ideas?”
Pippin shook her head and plopped to the floor. The others quickly joined her on the ground, regretting their lack of planning, and trying to figure out how exactly they were going to escape with the goblin.
They snacked on some food they had snagged from the Grove trader, not thinking or caring to share with their charge. Several suggestions were made and shot down for various reasons. The party's varying talents were quite useful most of the time, unless it came to things like sneaking or successfully lying. Boone was the worst at sneaking, and Pippin couldn't lie to save her life – literally.
virru narrowed her eyes at Sazza. “Does anyone have a scroll of disguise self?”
It was the first idea that had made any sense. The group all dug through their bags, coming up short on any scrolls or items that could help disguise the goblin.
They sat for what felt like ages, until Boone started pacing and Pippin started rooting through chests and crates looking for anything interesting. Pippin wandered around, finding a spot to jump down to a little area with bright orange mushrooms.
She noticed a glinting light just around the corner. “Hey guys? I think there's something back here.”
Virru was the first one to join her, with Boone following close behind. Virru squinted, trying to figure out what the shiny area was. “You know, that kind of looks like... a door? Why would there be a door back here?”
They shared a look, Boone striding forward to be the first through the door.
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gamerknight7310 · 5 months ago
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The Community Box
Greetings y'all, this page will contain all the kwamis that reside in this box, which is 10. All of these are mutuals and friends of mine, so go check them out as they're all cool people, but with that sorted here they are.
|Octopus Miraculous|
Concept: Imitation
Jewelry: Tentacle Ring
Kwami: Inkii
Weapon: Whip Sword
Power: Mimicry - When activated, the user can copy the power of anyone they come into contact with.
Transformation Phrases: "Replicate!" "Originate."
Hero Alias (Holder): Octopunch (@adventuremaker21)
|Squirrel Miraculous|
Concept: Gravitation
Jewelry: Barrette
Kwami: Pippin
Weapon: Nut-Chucks
Power: Orbit - When activated, the user can move, manipulate, or otherwise interact with matter by controlling its gravity via touch including themselves.
Transformation Phrases: "Go Nuts!" "Nestle."
Hero Alias: Fouquet (@fabseg-reader)
|Panda Miraculous|
Concept: Balance
Jewelry: Split Pendant
Kwami: Akiika
Weapon: Quarterstaff
Power: Divide - When activated, the user can split a target into two halves, each representing their core aspects, their Yin and Yang.
Transformation Phrases: "Rift Apart!" "Conjoin."
Hero Alias: Panduo (@theytistic)
|Spider Miraculous|
Concept: Manipulation
Jewelry: Thimble
Kwami: Webb
Weapon: Knitting Needles
Power: Weave - When activated, the user can create a web and attach it to an object, which then gives them control of the object's movement.
Transformation Phrases: "Entangle!" "Release."
Hero Alias: Nettie (@kari-go)
|Painted Bunting Miraculous|
Concept: Art
Jewelry: Anklet
Kwami: Irris
Weapon: Paint Brush
Power: Sketch - When activated, the user can create and manipulate paint, using it to form portals or small pocket dimensions.
Transformation Phrases: "Paint Splatter!" "Clean Up."
Hero Alias: Graffiti (@naturegreenr-2)
|Owl Miraculous|
Concept: Precognition
Jewelry: Brooch
Kwami: Strixx
Weapon: Staff
Power: Foresight - When activated, the wielder can enter a state where time slows down for them, allowing them to see multiple potential outcomes and choose the best course of action.
Transformation Phrases: "Spread My Wings!" "Wings Fold."
Hero Alias: Howlet (@bakawitch)
|Silverfish Miraculous|
Concept: Intangibility
Jewelry: Bracelet
Kwami: Pappel
Weapon: Dagger
Power: Noclip - When activated, the user can move through solid objects and ignore most physical effects in their way.
Transformation Phrases: "Phase In!" "Phase Out."
Hero Alias: Lepisma (@generalluxun)
|Corvid Miraculous|
Concept: Transmutation
Jewelry: Earring
Kwami: Maggie
Weapon: Kunai
Power: Revision - When activated, the user has five opportunities to change an object they touch into another object. However, the object is changed by replacing, removing, or adding a single letter to its name.
Transformation Phrases: "Let's Alter!" "Revert Back."
Hero Alias: Jackdaw (@wisteriasymphony)
|Penguin Miraculous|
Concept: Equality
Jewelry: Mood Ring
Kwami: Tapp
Weapon: Spear
Power: Parity - When activated, the user can make their target their equal either by bringing them to their level or vice versa.
Transformation Phrases: "Slide In!" "Stand Up."
Hero Alias: Sky Skater (@itskarmalone)
|Wolf Miraculous|
Concept: Inspiration
Jewelry: Necklace
Kwami: Howll
Weapon: Guitar-Axe
Power: Charisma - When activated, the user plays their guitar-axe, giving them the ability to inspire others. How much they can inspire is based on their own charisma.
Transformation Phrases: "Rock On!" "End Show."
Hero Alias: Hex (@celestiall0tus)
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mintybleh · 18 days ago
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inktober days 7-9, unliving, summon and knight
I know I'm behind schedule but I can't keep up, it will be finished some day but yknow, will take some time
featuring pip, lodr and ignira this time around
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raintailed · 7 months ago
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HEEELP there are so many icons!!!! WAAGH /silly
I've been working on these for almost an entire month
In order: Eelpaw, Bouncepaw, Cuddlepaw, Orangepaw, Shockweb, Hazypaw, Maskpaw, Argo, Snowpaw, Enzo, Weddell, Foster, and Pippin!
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desertpirate77 · 6 months ago
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Remising on our indestructible days
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skiddoozle · 5 months ago
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Dnd character art compilation TWO!!!! This is Pippin he is a silly billy halfling fighter he is my World also i hate them also I could talk about him for hours <3 Pippin has a designer bag of holding that he threw a million random items into and can't remember whats what so getting something new (useful or not) out of there was a d12 roll every time
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