#rip hornburg you will be missed

[confusions-shed-of-ideas]

Olberic's Chapter 1, Badly Summarised

(Featuring: Bestie Erhardt and the very bad, no good act of destroying an entire kingdom + Olberic's midlife crisis)

Olberic: My name is Olberic Eisenberg and I am the Unbending Blade of Hornburg

Olberic: Or, I used to be

Olberic: Here's how my entire life went downhill

*Flashback noises*

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Eight years ago, in Hornburg

Enemy Soldier: Omg it's Olberic Eisenburg we're all doomed

Olberic: Not to sound like I'm bragging but you're definitely screwed

Enemy Soldiers: Well we have strength in numbers so there's that

Enemy Soldiers: Have fun dying lol

Knights of Hornburg: Are you sure about that

Enemy Soldiers: Oh crap okay y'all let's retreat

Olberic: I worry for His Majesty, I must make for his camp at once

Knights of Hornburg: He's already well guarded but sure go ahead

Olberic: Well true I mean Sir Erhardt is by his side so it should be fine

Olberic: Anyways I should go just in case

*At the King's camp*

Olberic: Oh no all the King's guards are dead

Olberic: Well guarded my ass

Olberic: ERHARDT WHERE ARE YOU

*Meanwhile, with the King*

King Alfred: So it was you

Erhardt:

Olberic: ERHARDT

Olberic: What are you doing

Erhardt: *Kills King Alfred*

Olberic: Erhardt how could you

Olberic: My friend

Olberic: My brother in arms

Olberic: My comrade

Olberic: My bestie

Erhardt: Olberic where in the gods' names did you learn that word

Olberic: Well where in the gods' names did you learn to kill the king

Erhardt: Touché

Erhardt: Either way your efforts are useless because I killed the king and the king is very dead

Olberic: Fight me

Erhardt: I know your every move, I can easily strike you down

Olberic: Well same here

Erhardt: Are you sure about that

*Insert Erhardt's super cool signature move that he supposedly saved just for this moment*

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Olberic: I always have this dream

Olberic: I hate this dream

Olberic: Anyways I live in Cobbleston now and I call myself Berg

Olberic: Stop judging me let me have my midlife crisis in peace okay

Olberic: I know you're there Philip

Philip: Oh goddangit

Olberic: As a knight, I must be alert at all times

Olberic: But I'm no longer a knight, just a man with a sword and no purpose in this miserable world

Philip: But Sir Berg I still think you're very cool :D

Olberic: Thank you Philip

Philip: Anyways the headman's looking for you so there's that

Olberic: Alright I'll get going then

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Village Headman: Hello Berg

Olberic: Hello Sir

Village Headman: So there are bandits in the hills and I was wondering if you could help us

Olberic: Sure

Village Headman: In the meantime, would it be alright if you helped train the men

Olberic: Consider it done

Philip's Mother: Also would it be alright if Philip joined the training

Olberic: I don't see why not

Village Headman: Ah, what a bright boy, that Philip

Philip's Mother: It has been hard times for us both when we lost his father in the war

Olberic: Well then, I'll train him well

Olberic: Even if he's just a kid that's like half my height

Olberic: But I'll do it

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*Insert sparring session, which consists of Olberic challenging the watchmen to duels*

Not a part of the story, but Olberic's Challenge (and H'aanit's Provoke as well) are really goddamn fun. Nothing like running around challenging/provoking every villager you meet until there is not a conscious person in town.

That's precisely what I did in the village of Orewell in the Clifflands. Whoops.

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Olberic: You two have your own weaknesses, but if you fight side by side, you'd be able to compliment each other

Watchman 1: Side by side, eh? What do you say, friend?

Watchman 2: Indeed, my friend!

Olberic: Reminds me of Erhardt and I back in the day

Olberic: Ah, another day, another thing that reminds me of my sad and miserable past

Olberic: What a lovely way to start out the morning

Olberic: I mean what

Philip: Ooh Sir can you fight me next?

Olberic: Philip we need to work on your form first

Philip: Aww

Olberic: If you do the drills I told you to, you'll be able to be sparring in no time

Philip: Yay!

Philip: My mother's been raising me on my own every since my father died in the war

Philip: If I keep training, I'll be able to protect her and the village one day!

Olberic: That's... nice

Olberic: I had someone to protect once too

Olberic: But he's dead now

Olberic: I mean what

Villager: HELP WE'RE UNDER ATTACK FROM THE BRIGANDS FROM THE HILLS

Olberic: Oh crap I'd better go help

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Brigands: Lmao this is going to be so easy

Watchmen: Are you sure about that

Brigands: Oh what they actually know how to fight

Olberic: Good job you guys now it's my turn

Brigands: Oh lol it's just a hedge knight dw y'all we can take him

Olberic: Are you sure about that

*Insert scene where you get to freaking fight the brigands hell yeah*

Brigands: Oh damn he stronk

Brigands: You'll be a dead man when our boss hears about this

Philip's Mother: HELP PHILIP'S GETTING ABDUCTED

Olberic: WHAT

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Philip's Mother: They took Philip!

Captain of the Watch: There were so many, I couldn't stop them!

Watchmen: We have to do something!

Olberic: If we go, we'd be playing into their hands and there'd be no one to protect the village

Olberic: Y'know what screw this I'll go alone

Everyone: But Berg-

Olberic: I said I'd do it

Village Headman: Alright then you can go do it

Olberic: Okay bye y'all I have a child to save

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Brigands: Lol it's the hedge knight again

Olberic: Give Philip back right now or I'll gut you like a fish

Brigands: Lmao as if

*One fight later*

Brigands: Oh damn he stronk

Olberic: I hope Philip's alright

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*In the Brigands' den*

Philip: Sir Berg is very strong! He's stronger than all of you combined

Brigands: LMAO

Brigands: Oh sure this hedge knight is the strongest soldier in the realm HAHAHAHA as if

*Foreshadowing*

Brigands: Lmao he's crazy if he thinks he can take on all of us

Philip: Sir Berg will cut you all down!

Brigands: Lol Berg what a funny name

Gaston (Brigands Leader): Oi shut up y'all

Gaston: This boy has bigger guts than you lot

Brigands: Lol there's no way this Berg guy is gonna show

Olberic: Greetings

Brigands: Oh shit

Brigands: Y'all I thought we had lookouts where are they

Olberic: Oh no they're totally not the men I just cut down

Brigands: We're screwed

Gaston: Nah lol I can cut this hedge knight down

Olberic: *Blocks Gaston's blow*

Brigands: Oh damn he stronk can't believe he blocked the boss' blow

Olberic: Your blade...

Gaston: Oh this old thing? 'Twas a present from a friend

Olberic: That's my bestie Erhardt's blade! Damn I didn't know you two knew each other

Olberic: Anyways thanks for giving me the motivation to stab you harder

Gaston: Lmao idk what happened between you and Erhardt but if you want to ask me questions you'll have to-

Olberic: Fight me

*Epic boss battle, go!*

Olberic: I have won

Gaston: Oh damn he stronk

Gaston: Can't believe you managed to beat me

Olberic: Yeah that's because mY BLADE IS UNBENDING-

Olberic: Anyways spill the tea how do you know Erhardt

Gaston: We were mercenaries together but idk where the hell he went now when our group disbanded

Gaston: But anyways there's this dude call Sir Gustav or the Black Knight who might know where Erhardt went

Gaston: He lives in Victors' Hollow btw

Olberic: Okay ty

Watchmen: The village is safe Berg, we're gonna lock the brigands up now

Gaston: Berg... OH!! EISENBERG! As in Olberic Eisenberg the Unbending Blade

Gaston: No wonder your eyes lit up like that when you saw Erhardt's blade

Gaston: Still can't believe you got Berg out of that lmao smh

Olberic: Don't judge me I'm having my midlife crisis

Everyone else: Omg Olberic Eisenberg

Brigand: Holy crap I thought they said you died when Hornburg fell

Olberic: Yes indeed I look very very dead right now

Philip: Wait you're actually a real knight??

Olberic: I was, a long time ago

Olberic: Alright let's go now, we've kept your mother waiting

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*Later*

Olberic: Okay that's settled I'm gonna go hunt Erhardt down now

Olberic: That also gives me the excuse to wear these swanky blue duds again

Olberic: Nice

Olberic: Goodbye village people

Village People: Goodbye Sir Berg- I mean Sir Olberic

Village People: Thank you for helping us

Olberic: Anyways, now I must-

Philip: *Comes out of nowhere and bonks him with presumably a wooden sword because an actual sword would probably have killed Olberic*

Village People: *Gasp*

Olberic: Ow

Olberic: It seems you're getting stronger

Philip: Sir, when you come back, I'll be strong enough to protect this village!

Olberic: Indeed. I'll be back, you have my word

Philip: Yeah you'd better!

Olberic: Alright now I must go

Olberic: To find my ✨bestie✨

WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK

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Everyone @ Olberic in this chapter: Oh damn he stronk

Somehow I came to the conclusion that making Olberic call Erhardt bestie was the funniest thing in my entire tumblr posting career thing

Oh boy am I badly mistaken

Anyways my break ends tomorrow and I have to go to school but I look forward to working on more of these

Next up, Primrose's chapter 1!

[oldtowrs]

An  Unlikely Reunion of Lost Love - Aragorn

Request from @ly--canthrope : ) I was wondering if I could possibly request an Aragorn x Reader request please? Where you were apart of the fellowship as a feared warrior but when they were overrun by Uruk-hai, she was mistaken as dead and left behind - it is months later (battle at helms deep perhaps) where her and Aragorn meet again and he is completely shocked etc. You can choose how it ends heh, thank you :)

Translations: mellon, friend.

Abbreviations: E/C: Eye color, H/C: Hair color

Warnings: Descriptions of main character death, battle of Hornburg (aka Helm’s Deep), battle with Uruk-hai, heartbreak, loss of loved one.

Words:1500

I watched in horror as the world seemed to darken as the blood drained from Boromir’s gaunt face, leaving his skin pale and sickly, contrasting dramatically with the blackened arrows that protruded from his chest. 

Aragorn, the world roughened man who would be king, the man who unknowingly held my heart in his callused hands, knelt by the dying warrior’s side, grief and worry written in the hard lines of his face as he watched the life leave his friend’s eyes, heard him speak his last words, feel him breathe his last breath. 

“I would have followed you, my brother,” Boromir managed, “my captain… my King.”

And with that, his last breath billowed from his bloodied lips, sending waves of grief through the scattered members of the now broken fellowship as Aragorn placed his hand upon the fallen warrior’s head and then to his lips, respect evident in his movements. 

“Be at peace, son of Gondor,” the raspy but firm voice murmured. My mind was so clouded with bereavement that I didn’t notice the Uruk-hai creeping ever closer towards me, sword raised to strike me down. 

Aragorn’s eyes desperately fixed on me was the last thing I saw and a yelling of my name was all I heard before the world went dark. - I frantically ripped shreds of my own clothing from my body and pressed them to the deep crimson gash that ran the length of Y/N’s back. 

“No,” I gasped, tears beginning to blur my vision as the grief of losing one companion yet another, one who meant more than anyone ever had to me, overwhelmed my heart.  

“Aragorn,” Legolas chided softly, his hand light against my heaving shoulders, a futile offer of console, “she’s gone, mellon. She has to be. Not even an elf could withstand a wound such as that.”

She’s gone… the words echoed in my head and weakened my limbs as my remaining companions lifted me to my feet, my eyes still lingering on the limp form of the woman who had always been by my side, who had always offered me comfort and friendship… the woman who had always held my heart and my deepest affections in her now lifeless hands.

“Come,” the roughly accented voice of Gimli said, “we must continue on.” And so I went, the mutilated pieces of my broken heart left with the woman who I had loved, but would never be able to love again. 

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The daylight had come again and a red dawn rose over the many fallen Uruk-hai and many more lifeless men and elves, and what was left of the warriors of Hornburg. If it had not been for the aid of the Eorlings, the settlement would have become poisoned with the presence of the wretched filth that was the Uruk-hai hoard. 

When Gandalf had been snatched from the fellowship by the Balrog, Aragorn and the rest of the fellowship, including Y/N, had mourned sorrowfully, but after the loss of Y/N, Aragorn had been absolutely shattered. Now that Gandalf had returned to the world of the living… the world in which the heartsick suffered… it didn’t seem fair to the warrior that Y/N couldn’t return as well, or so he thought. 

As Aragorn walked through the battlefield, a despair riven spirit among the frames of ghosts who had once been so lively and so loyal and those who grieved the loss of their loved ones, he imagined seeing the figure of his lost love, his Y/N.

Just a hallucination, he thought, that’s all it is. She’s been dead for months now. She’s not real.

But even as Aragorn told himself those doleful tidings, the rustling of the wind through her tied back hair, the crimson stains, both old and new, upon the fabric of her clothing, the way her left hand gripped the hilt of her sheathed sword… it was all too real. 

The figure turned, her soft features and once hardened gaze now turned soft met his gaze and his heart convulsed violently, tears coming to his eyes. Unable to bear looking at her, Aragorn turned away, deciding he would occupy his mind by finding his companions, the remains of the fellowship. 

“Aragorn! Aragorn!” Her voice called, as sweet as the day she died, taunting him with every step. It all looked, sounded and felt so right, but alas, Y/N was still gone, still missing from his life, from the world. “Aragorn! Aragorn!”

Leave me alone, woman, Aragorn thought, have I not grieved for you enough? Is my heart not broken enough yet?

A hand clasped his shoulder and spun him violently around, an actual touch in a time when everything felt fake. His gaze met the E/C one of the woman he had loved, the woman he thought he had lost and just the image of her sent his mind reeling with utter shock and confusion.  

“Y/N?” Aragorn’s voice was shaky as he inquired the woman of a name he knew was hers. 

“Aragorn?” She replied, worry and hurt as evident in her voice as the knowledge that she had been thought to have died was void, “why did you turn away from me? I thought you would be happy to see me, after all these months I’ve been absent. Are you alright, Aragorn?”

Tears brimmed in his eyes and pure relief had clouded his mind so densely, that in one moment he was alone, heart still broken, and the next, Y/N was wrapped tightly in his arms, his tears falling on her armored shoulder… and he had no recollection of any moment or action in between. All he knew then was the comfort of Y/N’s arms around him and his around her, and the tranquility that followed.

“Do not leave me again,” Aragorn scolded as firmly as he possibly could in the heart sickened voice with which he spoke, “do not leave me alone again with the thought of your lifeless body tormenting my head.”

“What?” Y/N implored as she pulled out of the embrace, her warm E/C eyes filled with a new glimmer of misery, “you thought I was dead?”

The words were so terrible that all Aragorn could do was nod slowly, tears still falling down the dirt smudged and well-worn skin of his face and down into the stubble that served as his beard. 

And then her arms were around him again and the peace inside his healing heart resumed. 

“I’m so so sorry, Aragorn,” she whispered, her words gracing his ears in the way he once thought they never would again, “I didn’t know you cared so much about me, and that the thought of my death would have affected you so deeply.”

“Y/N,” Aragorn responded, his words falling into the depths of her H/C hair, “I care about you more than you could ever know… and your loss made me realize just how much the extent of that care reaches.”

“And?” Y/N asked, her voice shaking as she pulled back just enough to look into Aragorn’s clouded eyes, “how far does it reach?”

“To the point at which I can truly say that I have fallen for you… I love you Y/N,” Aragorn confessed, “I love you.”

Tears brimmed in Y/N’s eyes as she hugged him more fiercely than ever before, her form shaking with a breath of relief, of sadness… of love.

“And I love you, Aragorn. I always have, and I still do.”

Y/N’s words pierced Aragorn’s heart as the realization that the woman he loved returned those feelings set over his mind, much like a silvery fog upon a grass swathed moor.

“Oh, Y/N,” Aragorn sobbed, enveloping the woman in his arms, guaranteeing her safety, love and utter happiness with one single gesture. “I promise I’ll love you wholly and truly for an eternity and longer.”

“And I can vow the same,” Y/N’s voice replied, the words emanating from lips softer than the tears that rolled slowly down the curves and depressions in her face, and so much sweeter than honey and song.

It was on that battle field, amongst all the pain and sorrow and loss, there was a pinprick of hope, of light, of everlasting love, that the two stood, grateful for the other’s presence, their arms around the other as if to say, “I’ll always love you, and I’m never letting you go.”