#sam: frodo i will lay my arm around you so you can sleep… your sam will protect you’

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Reading/listening to Two Towers and people really do have a reason to ship Sam and Frodo huh? They’re really queering it up!

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Ollo vae ~ Sweet Dreams

@mnmerrit6902 said: Ok so I had another Frodo Baggins imagine in mind. Scenario: after the adventure, Frodo gets frequent nightmares and yn is the only one who can comfort (and maybe sing) him back to sleep.

Okay, so since it was t specified whether the reader is female, male or gender neutral, I am going to make the reader gender neutral. If you would like me to chance that, let me know.

Also, I can’t imagine the amount of nightmares all of the Hobbits must have after returning from the quest🥺🥺

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Ollo vae ~ Sweet Dreams: Frodo Baggins x Gender Neutral Reader

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Frodo was there again. 

“Look Mr Frodo, a doorway! We’re almost there!” Sam shouted, carrying Frodo on his shoulder. 

He was back at Mount Doom, trying to destroy the Ring.  Suddenly Gollum appeared on top of a huge boulder. “Clever Hobbits to climb so high!” Gollum mocked. Sam looked up and saw the creature. Gollum dropped on Frodo’s back on top of Sam They struggled, but Sam fell back, dropping Frodo. 

Frodo whimpered out in his sleep, crying out slightly. His partner, [Y/N] awoke from their slumber, noticing Frodo’s face turning in anguish. [Y/N] frowned. 

“Frodo?” They whispered. 

Gollum tried to grapple with Frodo and got his hands around Frodo’s throat.  “Mustn’t go that way! Mustn’t hurt the precious!” Gollum shouted. 

“You swore! You swore on the precious!” Frodo shouted. 

“You swore.” Frodo mumbled. [Y/N] knew what was happening. Frodo was having another nightmare. They crawled over and gently shook Frodo’s shoulders, trying to wake him up. 

“Frodo, wake up, it is a dream, love.” [Y/N] said.  Gollum mocked Frodo. 

“Sméagol promised!” Frodo shouted. Gollum hummed. 

“Sméagol lied!” Gollum sneered. He growled as he continued to squeeze Frodo’s throat. 

“Frodo.” A familiar voice called. Frodo was looking around, the pressure of Gollum’s hands still on his throat. “Frodo, it is just a dream, love.” The voice said again. The voice sounded, kind and loving. “Frodo, come back to me, darling.” The voice said again. 

Frodo gasped and opened his eyes, and shot up, looking around in fear. Gentle hands gently grasped his hand. Frodo jolted and looked at the person. His eyes adjusted to the darkness in his home and he saw his partner, his lover, his [Y/N]. 

“Frodo, it’s alright, my love. You’re safe.” [Y/N] said kindly. “Look around you, my love. You’re not there any more.” They said. Frodo looked around at his surroundings. He wasn’t at Mount Doom any more. He didn’t see any lava. He didn’t see ash gray rocks or boulders. He didn’t see Gollum. Or Sam. Instead, he saw walls. Familiar, comforting walls. The walls of his home. Of Bag End. He felt the sheets under his fingers. He felt the warm flesh of his lover’s hand. Frodo looked over at [Y/N]. 

“It was so real.” He whispered. [Y/N] frowned in sympathy. 

“I know, love. I know. I get them to.” [Y/N] said. They opened their arms for a hug. Frodo took the chance and cuddled into his love’s embrace. [Y/N] lowered their bodies’ down so that they were laying on the bed again. Frodo sighed shakily as he lay his head on his lover’s chest. [Y/N] gently ran their fingers through Frodo’s curly hair. 

“We were so close,” Frodo whispered. It took [Y/N] a little bit to realize that Frodo was talking about his nightmare. “Then, Gollum came. H-He tried to kill me.” Frodo whispered, tears filling his eyes. [Y/N] gently shushed him. 

“Shh. But he didn’t, Frodo. You’re safe and you’re alive. You destroyed the Ring. Gollum is gone. He can’t hurt you anymore. And if he were still here, I wouldn’t let him lay a finger on you.” [Y/N] said. Frodo sighed and sniffed. [Y/N] kept running their fingers through his hair. “Shh. Relax your mind, Frodo. Relax your body.” [Y/N] whispered. Frodo sighed. 

“I can’t.” He said fearfully. 

“Would you like me to sing to you then?” [Y/N] asked. They felt Frodo’s head move in a nod. [Y/N] nodded. “Very well. I will sing, my love.” They felt Frodo move around, trying to get comfortable. As [Y/N] thought of songs to sing, once came to mind that a friend had taught them. They smiled and started to sing. 

“‘Ter i lóme, nai lye ómanya rahtuva, Or i súre, nai lyenna órenya wilyuva.

Nai loruvalye, Hendu holine. Nai loruvalye, Éli calime.

Á sasta ingalya or telcunyat, nanwie nauvar ilye olorilyar.

Á pata ter fend' ex’ Ardanna, Á papátu mina tyelepta cala.

Nai loruvalye, Hendu holine. Nai loruvalye, Éli calime.

Á sasta ingalya or telcunyat, nanwie nauvar ilye olorilyar.’” [Y/N] sang. Frodo recognized the language as Elvish. [Y/N] began to sing the translation. 

“‘Through the night, may my voice reach you, Over the wind, may my heart fly to you...May you sleep, Eyes closed... May you sleep, Stars luminous...Rest your head over my lap, all your dreams will be reality

Step through a door to another Realm, Slowly walk into the silver light

May you sleep, Eyes closed... May you sleep, Stars luminous...Rest your head over my lap, all your dreams will be reality.’” [Y/N] finished singing. Frodo glanced at his lover. 

“Where did you learn to sing in Elvish?” He asked. [Y/N] chuckled lightly. 

“Lady Arwen taught it to me before we left, on the second day of Aragorn’s coronation.” [Y/N] said. “Sleep now, my love. I will be here when you awaken. I will protect you from your nightmares.” [Y/N] whispered, pressing a loving kiss to Frodo’s forehead. They felt Frodo sigh as he fell asleep once again. [Y/N] sighed and kissed his head. “Ollo vae. Sweet dreams, my love.” 

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// @mnmerrit6902 I hope you like this. If you don’t, I’m more than happy to rewrite it. I also apologize for getting this out late.//

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None Like You (Geralt x Reader) [Request]

hi! can you do a geralt one shot with fem reader where she's a princess and they start falling for each other? tysm! — Request by anon

Warnings: blood

Gif Source: frodo-sam

Your mother had raised you to believe you were someone of importance, but life on the farm had said otherwise. You toiled just like everyone else, bleeding and sweating. You were soiled, not spoiled. Yet your mother insisted you were a princess and told you outrageous bedtime stories to lull you to sleep in your youth.

You should have paid better attention.

When King Henselt’s only son died, leaving only a marriage and no heirs, you woke one morning to the pounding of a mailed fist on the door. Your mother answered and then hurried into your room, fluttering about like a mad woman.

“It’s time,” she cried, shoving you into your best dress and raking her fingers through your hair.

“For what?”

“To be someone.”

Then she bundled you out the door into the arms of a military escort carrying the Kaedwan sigil on their shields and tunics: a red-horned unicorn on a yellow field.

It took you the whole day to finally coax information out of your escort regarding the whole ordeal. When they told you what you were, you nearly fell out of your saddle in disbelief.

The king must be desperate, you thought as you tried to fall asleep beside the campfire.

Then the night turned bloody.

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Something crunched underfoot to your right. You huddled deeper in the hollowed tree, clutching the steel in your hands. The edges had sliced open your palms, but you didn’t care. It afforded you some protection, even if the creature had snapped the blade it came from like a twig.

Tensing, you waited for the sound to draw nearer, coiling to spring. It was just like killing chickens, you told yourself. One neat slice to the throat.

You leapt out of the hollow, slashing up and across.

The witcher caught your wrist easily, flinging the steel out of your hand. Stifling a cry, you cradled the injured hand to your chest, backed away from him. His eerie yellow eyes tracked you as you pressed yourself against the tree trunk, searching for an escape.

“What happened?” His voice rasped like feet dragged over gravel.

“Death,” you whispered, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the massacre. “Some…thing.”

“It’s dead now.”

You fixed him with a wary glance. “Truly?”

He grunted.

You nearly sank to your knees in relief. Pressing a hand to your mouth, you felt the cuts in your hand spasm. Fresh blood wept from the slashes, trickling down your arms. The witcher swept his gaze over you, eyeing the wounds. You fumbled with the hem of your dress, trying to rip the dirty fabric into strips.

“Did you fight it?” The surprise in the witcher’s voice drew your ear.

You wheezed. “I slashed it, yes, but fight? No.”

Rummaging around in the leaves on the forest floor, the witcher retrieved the broken steel, examined it. He swore.

Unease coiled within you. “What is it?”

“Come here.”

You hesitated. The witcher rolled his eyes and strode over to you, grabbing you by the wrist. His touch was firm but not tight, much to your surprise. You followed after him, feeling a little dizzy as he led you over to the road. A horse stood idly there, kind eyes inquisitive. It didn’t shy away as you drew near despite the smell of blood.

“Good horse,” you murmured, appraising it.

The witcher fumbled through a saddlebag, searching for something. At last he pulled out a vial and took your hands, tearing off the strips to get to your wounds. He poured the grey contents of the vial out before you could protest.

You nearly screamed, the pain in your hands was so excruciating. Lighting shot up your arms as the vial’s contents fizzed on your palms and in your wounds.

“To prevent the venom from killing you,” the witcher explained.

“If the pain doesn’t kill me first,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

A smirk tugged on the witcher’s lips, followed quickly by a frown. “What were you doing traveling with those soldiers?”

You hesitated again. What had you heard about witchers? That they fought for coin and hunted monsters. You had no coin, but neither did you know where you were or how to get home.

“King Henselt sent them,” you confided slowly. “They believe I am his bastard daughter.”

“A princess.”

You elected to ignore the mild groan in the man’s voice. “Can you take me home? The farm, not Aed Carraigh.”

His yellow eyes fixed on you again, white eyebrows beetling together. “You don’t want to go to the castle?”

“Is it safe? As safe as home?”

His lips pressed into a thin line.

“Then take me home,” you insisted. “I’m no princess.”

~~

The witcher smelled. You couldn’t ignore it, not with your face pressed into his back. He wasn’t made for traveling with someone sitting behind him. You could feel it in the tension of his shoulders and back, as though he couldn’t relax beneath the touch of your arms. You did your best to relax your own tense grasp.

You had run nigh over a mile before collapsing in the hollowed tree trunk. The horse covered the distance easily, passing by the smoldering, bloody encampment you had settled down in the night before. You watched it pass, glimpsing the heaps of bodies scattered about.

It took several hours to draw near home. Joy fluttered in your chest as you approached.

You crested the ridge overlooking home and went still, horror rolling through you. The farm house was ash and rubble, still smoking. The animals had been let from their pens, taken for livestock by whatever had rolled through the farm.

“Bandits,” the witcher noted.

Fighting nausea, you wandered down to the burnt house, searching in the ruins. The ash burned your hands and legs, but you sifted through it, yanking aside a crumbling beam.

Beneath lay your mother. What was left of her.

You retched off to the side, stumbling through the ash. You stood bent at the waist for an eternity before you felt the witcher watching you. Turning to face him, you wiped the sick from your chin. “I can’t stay here.”

He frowned.

Your mother had raised a practical woman, fantastic fantasies about your lineage aside. It was all you could think to do as you stood in the ashes of your dead life. One foot in front of the other.

“I have no money,” you confessed, “but if King Henselt sent for me, he can pay you to ensure my arrival.”

The witcher considered it. At last he growled and nodded.

~~

It would take four days to reach Aed Carraigh. The horse—named Roach, you learned—could only manage that distance in a shorter time if not burdened with two riders.

You sat close to the campfire, warming yourself in the flames, shaking not from cold but from fear as the night closed in around you. The night held terrors untold, but until the night before, you had never seen them in the flesh. Knowing they lingered out in the dark set your teeth on edge.

“I’m sorry to burden you,” you told the witcher, the silence too much to bear. You watched the horse warily for signs of attack, knowing the animal was likely to hear or sense it before you.

“Why don’t you want to be a princess?”

Taken aback by the unexpected question, you shrugged. “Why would I want to be one?”

“Riches. A comfortable life.”

“I had a comfortable life with riches untold. They just weren’t gold.”

“Gold is necessary.”

“Gold means nothing if your life is miserable.”

The words hung heavy in the air. The witcher averted his gaze, surprising you. Frowning, you rubbed at your arms, trying to make the hair on your arms stand down. His averted face gave you the opportunity to study his features. They were rough and worn, his brow creased from excessive glowering. He was all hard edges, a larger man than even the largest farmer you had seen. He appeared both comfortable and uncomfortable in his own skin, or perhaps your presence was upsetting him.

“Am I keeping you from work?”

“Are you always so concerned for witchers?”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Yet there you sit.”

You bit your tongue, surprised by the sting of his barb. Something flickered across his stern features as you ducked your head. “Then tell me where to go and I will get there myself.”

“The road is dangerous.”

“Being a woman is dangerous.”

He almost smiled in surprise. You could see it dancing on his lips.

“So tell me where to go,” you insisted. “Then I can leave your remarkable hair.”

His eyebrows twitched. The silence stretched between you both for a minute, the fire crackling in the quiet. At last, he said, “I will take you.”

You almost gave away your relief with a sharp exhale.

~~

Though the witcher was a man of few words, you found you were able to read more from his face and the set of his shoulders than from anything he said. His silences were full of information, though you couldn’t be sure of what exactly. You merely knew that he radiated safety as much as he did danger.

“Do you know many princesses?” you asked him.

He grunted.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“I know one or two,” he said. “But none like you.”

You frowned, glancing down at your soiled dress. “Yes, I suppose I’m nothing like one. The people will be overjoyed with a farmer’s daughter.” You snorted.

“I think they could use one.”

Frowning, you glanced up at him. He didn’t quite smile, but the glower on his face had shifted into something softer.

“Well, when I am princess,” you said, “I will remember at least one person believes me suited for the job. That’s all that matters.”

A faint smile touched the witcher’s lips. You matched it with a slow smile of your own.

[elvish-sky]

My Shirt {Aragorn x Reader}

A.N: Hello, good people who read my fanfiction. Have yourselves an Aragorn fic, one of hopefully several unrelated to follow in the coming days. Twas two rather unspecific requests, and my odd brain went in this direction. Please do enjoy them.

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: Hello! Could I request an Aragorn x elf reader where the reader is Legolas' sister and Aragorn's wife and a member of the fellowship? Thanks!

and

Hello! Can you do an Aragorn x Reader one? Maybe some fluff in it? Thanks

Word Count: 854

Pairing: Aragorn x Wife!Reader

Summary: You steal Aragorn’s shirt, Legolas gets annoyed with your overly affectionate displays.

Warnings: Fluff. That’s it. And some kissing.

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My Shirt

“Is that my shirt?” Aragorn looked up as you entered the clearing. You nodded, swooping in to kiss your husband as you passed.

“Why are you wearing my shirt, Y/N?”

“C’mon, Aragorn. Can’t a loving wife steal her husband’s clothes once in a while?”

“I’m wondering why you felt the need to do so when you have several perfectly nice shirts of your own.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes at him in mock exasperation. “Because yours are so much more comfy!” That wasn’t necessarily true, all your shirts were absolutely divine, you just liked the smell of him that clung to the fabric of his.

“Y/N. That’s my last clean shirt. Why are you wearing it?”

You sauntered over to him, grabbing his hand and dragging him to stand. Dragging your hands through his hair, you pulled his head down to meet yours and kissed him.

“Maybe yours are just better,” you whispered in his ear, breaking the kiss for just a moment before pressing your lips back to his.

“NOPE!!” An exclamation was heard from across the campsite, causing you to turn your head to look.

“No no no no no. Really. Aragorn, can’t you do these things to my sister somewhere more private?!” Legolas was indignantly gathering up the firewood he had dropped while Gimli chuckled next to him.

Frodo, being a proper gentlehobbit, decided it was time to change the subject. “So, what is for supper tonight?” Boromir, whose turn it was to cook, began to describe the chicken and potatoes he had made as he served it. Getting your bowl, you sat next to your brother.

“Lighten up, Legolas. I’ve been married for years, and it’s certainly not like you haven’t walked in on us doing stuff before!” He was blushing, now.

Elbowing him playfully, you focused on enjoying your meal. It was one of the better ones you’d had on the journey, Boromir was a shockingly good cook.

You gazed around the clearing as you ate, taking it all in. Your husband was sitting between Frodo and Pippin, laughing at something the latter had said. It made you happy to see him so joyful in the midst of all the stress, he needed to laugh more. Sam was chatting with Boromir, you assumed about the dinner. Sam was the Fellowship’s go-to cook, so he was probably giving Boromir his opinion on the meal, clearly a good one based on the smiles they were both wearing. Gandalf and Merry were sitting together, smoking in silence. And you were sitting with your brother, at the edge of the clearing. Content, you listened to the rest of the group and their lively conversation.

After a good meal, made all the better by the stories Gandalf was telling of the quest for Erebor, you and Aragorn made your way to your shared bedroll. You weren’t on watch that night, but he had the third and last, and so wanted to get to sleep. Laying down, you sighed as he slung his arm over you, drawing you into him so that your head rested below his chin, fitting together perfectly like you always did. Happy, warm, and comfortable, you quickly fell asleep.

You felt his absence the next morning the second you woke up. You were used to it, he was an early riser, plus you knew he had been on watch so you weren’t concerned. Rising, you went to your pack to grab a new shirt, figuring you should probably let Aragorn have his back.

There were no shirts left in your bag.

Spinning around, you saw the rest of the Fellowship watching you, amusement plain to see. Aragorn, Pippin, and Boromir were all wearing your shirts, the fabric stretched over the chests of the two men while looking rather loose on the hobbit.

“Aragorn- my.. What!?” You were spluttering.

“Now you know how it feels!” Your husband was smirking at you.

You were shocked that he and Boromir had actually fit into the clothing, considering the size of them. They both looked rather ridiculous, though.

“I quite like your shirt, actually. I may have to keep it!” He looked extremely pleased with himself. You sighed, throwing your hands into the air, knowing that if Aragorn wasn’t going to give your shirt back, the hobbit probably wouldn’t either, and Boromir was always happy to go along with a prank.

“Well, as I’m apparently never getting my clothes back, why don’t we set off?” With that you marched off, shouldering your pack as you walked, hearing the sounds of everyone else beginning to move behind you.

A hand caught your arm, spinning you around to face Aragorn. “You know, my love, I quite like the sight of you in my shirt.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You pressed a kiss to his lips, and he began to deepen it before you felt a hand yank you back.

“Again, you two? Just wait until you’re somewhere a little less open, alright?” Legolas was exasperated, again.

Laughing, Aragorn slung his arms around the shoulders of his wife and brother-in-law, and the three of you set off again at the head of the group.

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[messiambrandybuck]

Comfort

Word Count : 1,175

Pairing : The Hobbits x Male Human Reader (platonic)

Warnings : Coping with Death

Author's Note : This is set in the scenario that The Fellowship stayed together after Boromir's death. Please feel free to let me know if any other warnings are needed; requested by Anon.

This is probably going to be shite, as it's definitely not my best work; but I do hope you enjoy it lol.

A small shuffle of cloth sounds behind (Y/n) as he keeps watch, and he turns around to see two sleepy little Hobbits wrapped up in blankets, hair messier than usual.

"What're you doing up, Frodo? Sam?" (Y/n) says softly, noticing the way their eyes drooped with exhaustion.

"Can't sleep," Frodo mumbles, "can we stay with you?"

"You're very comfortable," Sam agrees, slurring slightly.

"Of course, come here."

Frodo pulls his blanket tighter around himself as they curl up under the younger's arms, against the warmth of his sides. He runs his fingers through their soft curls, and Sam lets out a content sigh as they both visibly relax. (Y/n) can't help but smile to himself at this, finding peace in their content; but as they fall asleep, it fades into a darker feeling that he was all too aware of during the night.

These Hobbits, they were too young to be in such constant danger. Frodo was the only one among them significantly past the age where they were considered adults, Sam and Merry only a few short years past that mark. And Pippin, the poor lad, hadn't even reached that age yet; he wouldn't for a good few years.

Yet here they were, a group of young boys thrown in the chaos of what would undoubtedly become a war. Day after day, forced to fight and live with horrors that no one should have to face. He promised them that he would keep them safe, in one of the first nights after departure, but sometimes he wondered: could he keep that promise? With such evils searching for them day and night, he felt his confidence deteriorate whenever the company paid him no attention. His body ached with healing wounds originally meant for the Hobbits, and his heart broke at the thought that one day he might not be able to get to them in time.

Frodo shifts in his sleep with the start of a nightmare, and (Y/n) quietly hushes him, gently stroking his cheek until he stills. Instinctively, Sam reached out for the older in his sleep; the need to protect Frodo inscribed deep into his subconscious. With reassuring whispers, (Y/n) guided the young Hobbit back into his peaceful sleep. There was no need for him to worry.

Since the start of this quest, he had become very close to these Hobbits, each of them holding a very special place in his heart. They managed to make everyone in the company smile with their bright nature, despite everything happening, and he admired them deeply for it. However, he wasn't ignorant; he knew it was taking its toll on them. He saw it every day.

He saw it in the way Merry didn't attempt to pull pranks anymore. The way Pippin would stare off into space for vast amounts of time, his eyes blank and void of light. He saw it in the way poor Samwise put too much responsibility on his shoulders. He saw it every time Frodo touched the ring without even realizing.

He tried his best to keep their spirits up; surprising them with special meals if he managed to scavenge enough, playing with them, even singing them to sleep if they requested so. (Y/n) liked to imagine it helped, but he didn't truly believe so.

"Bor... Boromir!"

Looking back at the camp, he saw Pippin tossing around, Boromir's name slipping past his lips so painfully that his sorrow was almost tangible.

Carefully moving Frodo and Sam so they lay on the ground as comfortably as possible, (Y/n) quickly made his way to the youngest's side, combing his fingers through the Hobbit's golden curls. His breathing was rapid now, forehead slick with sweat, and his face contorted in an expression of terrible pain and fear.

"Boromir!"

Softly hushing the young Hobbit, (Y/n) carefully pulls him into his embrace. "It's okay, Pippin, it's okay. It's over now, they can't get you."

Tears slip through his shut eyes, "Save- Save him! Save him! Boromir no!"

"It's all over now," (Y/n) says helplessly, his own eyes pooling with tears as his heart broke. Ever since Boromir died, it was all the hobbit ever dreamed about; one night he'd be begging to be rescued, the next he'd cry out for their fallen friend.

A whimper makes its way out of the blond's throat, and the man continued to whisper small reassurances to him, rocking them both slightly as he held Pippin close. The younger held onto his shirt as if letting go would mean the end of him, sobs violently tearing through his body. (Y/n) couldn't tell how long Pippin cried, for it felt like hours to him, but eventually, he grew too exhausted to make another noise. He fell asleep, mentally and physically exhausted from the force of his sorrow.

After putting the youngest back under his covers, (Y/n) walks to the edge of camp to resume his watch, away from the others. Resting against the trunk of a large tree, he took a deep breath, trying to force back his tears. He held back on grieving this long, if he started now it would surely wake someone up.

Soft steps walk up next to him. "Is Pip going to be okay?"

He looks over to see Merry staring at him with sleepy concern, and looks away in an attempt to hide the few tears that had managed to escape. "Despite common belief, the deepest wound cannot be healed, not even with time. It's always going to hurt, but one day he'll be able to coexist with the pain. We all will."

There was a small moment of silence, "Are you okay?"

"I'll be just fine, Merry," he says, though his voice wavers, "go on back to bed. We're planning on covering a lot of ground in the morning, and you need your rest."

Merry walks around so he was almost in front of the older, and holds his cheek. "You're allowed to be sad, too, (Y/n)." Merry says softly, "You don't have to be strong for us. Let us be strong for you once and a while."

The young Hobbit's words hit somewhere feel inside him, and a wave of silent tears flowed down his cheeks. Leaning against the tree, Merry guides (Y/n)'s head to his shoulder, where the man silently cried. The younger didn't say anything, only carding his fingers through (Y/n)'s hair as he always did with them, and occasionally gave the nape of his neck a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm sorry," the older manages to mumble out, only to be quieted with a small hush.

"Don't be... You have the right to grieve."

(Y/n) never imagined he would allow himself to be this vulnerable around the Hobbits, even if it was just one. He wanted to be the strong one they could count on without hesitation. And yet he needed this. He needed to be able to confide in the ones he cared for, and he felt the bond he had with them grow now that he had taken this next step.

[angst-fairygodmother]

sam gamgee comfort fic w reader that suffers w nightmares please?🥺👉👈

A/N: Hello my love. I hope this is what you’re looking for and that you feel better soon. 💙 Word Count: 722 Rating: G - brief descriptions of nightmares, references to The Scouring of the Shire

You sat up sharply, breath coming in short gasps as you covered your mouth with one hand to contain your sobs. You glanced over at your husband, sleeping soundly beside you and breathed a small sigh of relief.

It had been a little over a year since Sam had come home, since the monsters that had scoured the Shire had been driven out again and life had, mostly, returned to normal. But every once in a while, you'd wake up late at night from dreaming about those blackest days — days in the “Lockholes”, days when you thought Sam was dead and you would never see his smiling face again. Tonight your dream had been about your family’s home being burned by those ruffians (a thing you had been lucky enough to escape, if narrowly so) and it shook you badly. 

Not wanting to disturb your husband, who was peaceful for once instead of restless with his own nightmare-plagued sleep, you slowly crept out of bed and off to the kitchen to put on a kettle.

You were just pouring yourself a soothing cup of tea when you heard a noise in the hall. Exhaustion and adrenaline made monsters of the shadows and you yelped, nearly dropping the delicate ceramic vessel. 

“Y/N?” Sam���s voice was sleep-roughened and confused. “It’s only me.”

“Oh, Sam!” you exclaimed, pressing a hand to your chest. “I thought...well never mind what I thought. What are you doing up?”

“I woke and you weren’t in bed. I could see your candle out here.” He frowned, reaching out to wrap his arms around your center and pull you against him. “Are you having more bad dreams again?”

You shrugged, torn between relaxing into his touch or squirming away. “It’s nothing. Not compared to you and Frodo. Don’t worry about me.”

“That doesn’t make them less real, or important.” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Finish your tea and come back to bed. Please?”

You nodded, throat tightening as you choked back tears from his caring, gentle treatment of you, no matter how commonplace it had become. 

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A few minutes later, you were crawling back into your cozy little bed, and already feeling a little sleepier than you had been. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it wasn’t Sam, still awake and waiting for you. His arms circled your waist once more, and he drew you in, cuddling you and making you feel warm and safe.

You settled with a contented sigh, hopeful that sleep would come more easily and be filled with nought but happy dreams, making you all the more surprised when Sam’s chest began to rumble beneath your ear. 

You pulled back in shock and confusion. Slowly you started to recognize the tune of a popular lullaby, though unsurprisingly Sam was improvising his own lyrics, about you and him and your love together. He hadn’t sung since his return from his journey with Frodo, and you had been beginning to suspect he never would again. 

The realization, the sound, brought unbidden tears to your eyes, and you hastily reached to wipe them away before they rolled down your cheeks to wet his nightshirt. He noticed the gesture and stopped singing.

“Y/N? Dearest, what’s wrong?” he asked, voice laced with concern.

“Were you...were you singing?” you whispered, haltingly and awed. 

“Y-yes. I can stop if you like. I just thought...you used to compliment my songs when we were young and maybe if I could sing one for you again, it would help you sleep? I’m sorry. I’ve upset you.”

“No!” you were vehement, the word coming out more forcefully than you meant. You smiled sheepishly at him in the darkness. “I just never thought I’d hear that again. It was beautiful.”

“Would you like me to keep singing then?”

“Yes, please do. Just having you here helps, but your singing voice might be even better.”

“I’ll only sing, if you lay back down and rest, dearest.”

You nodded your assent, settling back into a comfortable spot against him. His fingers settled on your scalp, massaging small circles in time with his stanza and lulling you. It was mere moments before your eyes were fluttering again. 

“Thank you Samwise Gamgee, for helping me sleep again,” you murmured sleepily. “I love you.”

[rainydaymiddleearthimagines]

Destiny Calling: Chapter Eight

You sat on a rock, watching over the hobbits. You had been guiding them now, walking through what Gimli accurately described as "A labyrinth of stone.". There was one slight problem with your skills though. You were so unfocused it often led you to have to stop. The hobbits didn't mind it, they were just happy to have a guide leading them in the right direction. "Gandalf!" Frodo gasped, leaning up. You looked over, Sam also leaning up. "Frodo, are you alright?" You asked, your voice gentle as you did. "Yes... It was... It was just a dream." Frodo muttered. He laid back down, falling asleep soon after. You looked at Sam who was still sitting up.

"Sam? Can you not sleep?" You asked. He shook his head, getting up and sitting next to you. "What do the stones say?" He asked. "We're taking the right path... I'm only worried of the dangers ahead." You muttered. "Do you not know a safe way?" He asked. "There is no safe way to Mordor." you admitted. He gulped and you sighed. "I did not intend to add to your anxieties, I apologize Sam." you said. "Aragorn being so far away has affected you hasn't it?" Sam asked. You nodded sadly. "Is it foolish to say I miss him?" you asked, handing Sam Lambas bread. He took it. "I miss someone at home too." He said. "Who, pray tell, captures the mesmerizing gaze of Samwise Gamgee?" you asked with a smile. He chuckled.

"Her name is Rosie... Rosie Cotton." Sam admitted. "You seem fond of Rosie." you said. "I've not voiced my feelings... But when I get back, I will." He said. "The journey has changed you, hmm?" you asked. "Yes. Very much so." Sam admitted. "I wonder what it will be like when I return home." you pondered. "Aragorn will probably marry you." Sam said. You chuckled. "He's asked me before." you admitted. "You said no?" Sam asked. "I actually said yes, my father was the one who said no." you admitted. "Does Lord Elrond not like Aragorn?" Sam asked. "No, he does. But my father's relationship with him is very strained." you explained. Sam nodded, looking at the mountains around you. You looked at Frodo who was sound asleep. "Do you think Frodo will be alright after all of this?" Sam asked. You knew the truth was probably no. You didn't want to scare Sam so you simply replied with "I don't know Sam. I don't know."

Sam eventually went back to sleep, you waking them up as the sun rose. The walking annoyed you to no end, you internally questioning yourself of how much of this you could take. Sam tied a rope to a rock, all of you climbing down into the mist. "Can you see the bottom?" Sam asked you. "No! Don’t look down, Sam! Just keep going." You answered. A box fell from Sam's bag. "Catch it. Grab it Mister Frodo!" He said. Frodo grabbed it, just as your feet touched the ground, Frodo falling. He landed in your arms. "Careful!" you gasped. "Mister Frodo!?" Sam called. "Good news Sam, we found the bottom." you said making Frodo laugh. Sam climbed down to you and Frodo. "Bogs and rope and goodness knows what. It’s not natural. None of it." Sam muttered, looking at his surroundings. "What’s in this?" Frodo asked, holding up the box. "Nothing. Just a bit of seasoning. I thought maybe if we was having a roast chicken one night or something." Sam replied. "Roast chicken?!" You and Frodo asked in unison. "You never know." Sam shrugged making you chuckle. "Sam, my dear Sam." Frodo laughed. "It’s very special, that. It’s the best salt in all the Shire." Sam said in a "matter of fact" tone. "It is special. It’s a little bit of home." Frodo said with a smile.

You looked at Sam's rope. "We can’t leave this here for someone to follow us down." You said. "Who’s gonna follow us down here? It’s a shame really. Lady Galadriel gave me that. Real Elvish rope. Well there’s nothing for it. It’s one of my knots. Won’t come free in a hurry." Sam sighed. He yanked on the rope, it loosening and hitting the ground. "Real Elvish rope." Frodo snorted. You tried your best not to laugh but you couldn't resist. After all of you recovered from the rope incident you walked ahead, Frodo and Sam on each of your sides.

"So, what is the Shire like?" You asked. Sam perked up. "Oh it's much larger than most people think!" Sam said. "You've never been?" Frodo asked curiously. "No, me and Aragorn never saw reason to go." You admitted. "Well, Sam is not wrong, it is really big compared to what most people believe it to be." Frodo agreed. "But it's beautiful! Flowers everywhere!" Sam said. "You say that because you're the gardener." Frodo chuckled. "And a darn good one too!" Sam said proudly. "Is it true you live out of holes?" You asked. "More like we live in the sides of hills." Frodo corrected. "Can I ask you somethin' Miss Y/n?" Sam asked. "Of course Sam." You answered. "What is the other elven city like?" Sam asked. You sucked in a breath.

"Sorry-" "No Sam, it is quite alright." You assured. "it is quite large and the other elves are very pleasant... Unless you're not elven, in which case they tend to be quite hostile." You stated. "My uncle said it was beautiful..." Frodo said. "Oh it is. It is almost like it is autumn all year round though and unless you're gifted with the ability to speak with nature it is far to easy to get lost in the nearby woods." You explained. "Yes, Bilbo mentioned that." Sam nodded. "He's been?" you asked. "Oh yes. Though according to him, he was imprisoned there." Frodo said. "...And escaped? How pray, tell did he manage to do that?" you asked surprised. "Barrels." Sam and Frodo said in unison. "Barrels?" You asked. "He smuggled himself and the dwarves in barrels." Frodo said. "Dwarves- what in the world did your uncle do- Why was he out there to begin with?" You asked. "Uhhh... That's complicated." Frodo said. "eh?" You made a confused noise.

You all walked until nightfall, you looking at the stars. You wondered if Aragorn was safe, wherever he was. Your heart was practically aching, you missed him so much. You sighed, bringing your knees to your face as you sighed, poking the dirt with your fingers while the hobbits slept. The next morning finally came, you all walking through the sharp and dangerous rocks of Emyn Muil. You looked forward. "Mordor..." You muttered, seeing the dark lands. "The one place in Middle-Earth we don’t want to see any closer is the one place we’re trying to get to." Sam said with a sigh. "Do you think Gandalf meant for us to take this way?" Sam asked. "He didn’t mean for a lot of things to happen, Sam. But they did." Frodo muttered. "We cannot lose hope now you two. We must press on." You said to them. Frodo seemed to lock onto something in Mordor, collapsing to the ground. "Frodo?" You asked, kneeling to him. "Mister Frodo? It’s the ring, isn’t it?" Sam asked. "It’s getting heavier." He nodded. He clutched the ring, his breaths slowly relaxing. "What food have we got left?" Frodo asked. "Well, let me see." Sam said, going through his bag. "Oh, yes. Lovely. Lembas bread. And look! More lembas bread." He said, pulling out the bread wrapped in large leaves. He broke off a piece of it and threw it to him and threw another piece to you.

You bit into bread. "Say what you will about my grandmother but she has the best bread." you said, earning laughs from the two hobbits. "I don’t usually hold with foreign food, but this Elvish stuff, it’s not bad." Sam said. "Nothing ever dampens your spirits, does it, Sam?" Frodo asked, smiling. "Those rain clouds might." Sam said with a sigh.

You all walked, following a very odd, yet specific path before you stopped. "What in the world is that smell?" Sam asked. You felt like you were being watched and you remembered one other time you felt like this. "Let's... Keep walking." you muttered. It wasn't long that night came, Sam and Frodo both sleeping soundly. You sat on a rock, sharpening your blade.

Gollum.

You looked up, pretending to be oblivious to the creature climbing down the rocks as he spoke to himself. "They’re thieves. They’re thieves. The filthy little thieves. Where is it? Where is it? They stole it from us. My Precious. Curse them, we hates them! It’s ours it is, and we wants it." Gollum said, climbing down the rocks. Then he reached for Frodo and was met with a blade. "Lay a single finger on him and I will cut it off." you hissed. Frodo shot up, Sam and him scooching back.

As cruel as it may have seemed, you put the elven rope to use, tying it around the creature's neck due to Frodo's insistence that you leave Gollum alive. You walked, Gollum yelling and crying. "It burns! It burns us! It freezes!" You sighed at this yelling. "Oh by the Valor do you ever SHUT UP!?" You snapped. Gollum stopped walking, Sam yanking on the rope and making Gollum fall. "Nasty Elves twisted it!" Gollum spat, looking at you. He turned to Frodo and Sam. "Take it off us!" Gollum begged. "Quiet you!" Sam hushed. Gollum let out another yell. "It’s hopeless! Every orc in Mordor’s gonna hear this racket. Let’s just tie him up and leave him." Sam suggested. "I think Sam is correct, this is extremely annoying and my sanity is deteriorating very quickly." You said. "No! That would kill us! Kill us!" Gollum wailed. "It’s no more than you deserve!" Sam snapped.

Gollum rolled around, squirming to get the rope off. "Maybe he does deserve to die. But now that I see him, I do pity him." Frodo admitted. Gollum hushed at the sound of this, looking at Frodo on his knees. "We be nice to them, if they be nice to us. Take it off us! We swears to do what you wants. We swears!" Gollum pleaded. "There is no promise you can make that I can trust." Frodo said. "We swears to serve the master of the Precious. We will swear on…on the Precious!" Gollum said before hacking out a noise similar to his name. "The ring is treacherous. It will hold you to your word." Frodo said. "Yes on the Precious. On the Precious." Gollum said, inching closer to Frodo. "I don’t believe you!" Sam yelled, forcing Gollum back. Gollum attempted to run away, Sam yanking back on the rope and pulling Gollum back. "Get down! I said, down!" Sam shouted at Gollum. You sighed. "Sam!" Frodo yelled. "He’s trying to trick us! If we let him go, he’ll throttle us in our sleep!" Sam said. Gollum coughed, grabbing at his throat.

You stumbled, Sam looking over his shoulder as you dropped.

Visions bombarded you, war being the subject of the vision. It was Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn, fighting a battle. A banner soon filled your mind, one of a horse... Then you suddenly returned to your normal state, Frodo standing next to you. "War." you whispered. "What?" Frodo asked. "War is brewing in Rohan..." you muttered. Sam turned. "Do you wish to turn back-" "No... I-I promised you I'd help see this through." you muttered. Frodo looked over at Gollum. "Maybe he can lead us through the Marshes. You made a comment saying it was dangerous." Frodo recalled. "Frodo... I do not trust him." you admitted. Still, Frodo was right, even if you were being guided by nature itself you didn't have confidence in the marshes. "You know the way to Mordor?" Frodo asked. "Yes." Gollum responded. " You’ve been there before?" Frodo asked. "Yes." Gollum repeated, this time more anxious. Frodo removed the rope and you sighed, closing your eyes. Sam shook his head with a frown. "You will lead us through the Marshes, and anywhere else we may need guidance." Frodo said. Gollum nodded.

He was weirdly quick, rushing across the rocks as you all tried to keep up. He rushed off, taking a moment to talk to himself. "To the gate, to the gate! To the gate, the master says. Yes!" He muttered. Another version of himself seemed to take over. "No! We won’t go back Not there. Not to him. They can’t make us." He said, hacking out his name again. "But we swore to serve the master of the precious." He said, feeling guilty. "No! Ashes and dust and thirst there is and pits, pits, pits. And Orcses, thousands of Orcses. And always the Great Eye watching. Watching." He said. He turned to the group that was distant before screaming and running off. You all followed, running after him. "Hey! Come back now! Come back! There! What did I tell you? He’s run off, the old villain. So much for his promises." Sam sighed. Gollum popped up behind a stone making you gasp in surprise. "This way. Follow me!" Gollum said. You and Sam exchanged a look, sighing before following the creature.

You ended up taking a break. "Why we stop?" Gollum asked, looking at you who was sitting upright against a rock with your eyes closed. "Y/n watches over us at night, she needs rest." Sam sighed. Your face was so peaceful when you rested. If only Aragorn was here, you'd probably be sleeping better. Your heart missed him terribly, every time you closed your eyes you could see him. "I think she misses him." Sam muttered looking at your sitting figure. "Elfie misses someone?" Gollum asked. "A friend..." Sam sighed. "She misses friend?" Gollum asked. "Yes." Frodo muttered. Frodo too, thought of Aragorn. He always felt some sort of levity when looking at you and Aragorn together. You two were the sliver of light in a very dark time. Truth be told, you didn't need rest. You wanted to see if there was another vision. Another hopeful message or outcome. Instead you were met with darkness and silence.

It took about thirty minutes before you sat up. Sam looked over. "Let's go." you muttered, clearly deep in thought. You followed Gollum through the mountains before finally seeing the Marshlands. "See! See! We��ve led you out. Hurry, Hobbitses, hurry! Very lucky we find you." Gollum said. Sam passed him. "Nice hobbit." Gollum said to Sam. Sam walked alongside you, accidently slipping his foot into the water. "Ooh! It’s a bog. He’s led us into a swamp!" Sam gasped. "Swamp. Yes, yes. Come master, we will take you on safe paths through the mist. Come hobbits come. Real quickly. I found it, I did. The way through the marshes. Orcs don’t use it, orcs don’t know it. They go round for miles and miles, come quickly, swift and quick as shadows we must be." Gollum said.

You walked for a while in silence, trying to listen to nature to be met with silence. This unsettled you to no end. Nature was always talkative. Never this silent. "I hate this place, it’s too quiet. There‘s been no sight nor sound of a bird for two days." Sam muttered. "No, no birdses to eat, no crunchable birdses. We are famished, yes! Famished we are, precious!" Gollum said before picking a worm up out out of the ground. He ate it making you gag. "Here." Frodo said, tossing him a piece of Lambas bread. He took it confused. "What does it eats? Is it tasty?" He asked. He at it before choking and spitting it out, making you all jump. "It tries to chokes us! We can’t eats Hobbit food! We must starve!" Gollum wailed. "Well, starve, then. And good riddance!" Sam huffed. You had put it together earlier why Frodo was so lenient to Gollum. He was terrified the ring was going to turn him into Gollum.

"Oh, cruel hobbit! It does not care if we be hungry. Does not care if we should die!" He cried as you went through your bag. You pulled out a jerky like food. You knew Aragorn had a tendency of leaving somethings in your bag and this was definitely his. "Not like Master. Master cares. Master knows. Yes, precious. Once it takes hold of us, it never lets go." Gollum said. He reached for the ring but you stopped him, handing him the food. "It's meat. Not something any of us eat, maybe you'll like it." You said. He looked at it, taking a small piece and eating it. He seemed to actually like it and you handed him the rest. "Elfies gives us good food. We thinks the elfies is good." He said. You sighed and stood up, pulling your backpack back onto you.

You all made your way through the swamp, Sam looking into the waters around you. "There are dead things, dead faces in the water." Sam said. You looked in the waters too, seeing the armor. "Elves... There are... Elves out here." you breathed. "All dead. All rotten. Elves and men and orcses. A great battle long ago. The dead marshes. Yes, yes that is their name. This way. Don’t follow the lights." Gollum warned. Sam slipped, nearly falling into a hole before you gripped his cloak, pulling him up. "Thank you." He breathed. "Careful now, or hobbits go down to join the dead ones and light little candles of their own." Gollum said, unsettling you. Frodo wandered off, looking into the waters. He saw an elven corpse. He leaned forward, falling into the water. You gasped, sprinting over and yanking him out of the water. Gollum stood next to you. "Gollum?" Frodo asked. "Don’t follow the lights." Gollum repeated, this time more sternly. "Gollum." Frodo called. "Mister Frodo, are you all right?" Sam asked. He nodded slowly.

Night soon came, you sitting against a rock with your eyes closed. You didn't actually fall asleep, despite feeling strangely tired you were very alert with Gollum near. "So bright. So beautiful. Our Precious." Gollum said, making you open one eye. Frodo leaned up. "What did you say?" Frodo asked. "Master should be resting. Master needs to keep up his strength." Gollum muttered. "Who are you?" Frodo asked him. "Mustn’t ask us, not it’s business." Gollum said before hacking again. "Gandalf told me you were one of the river folk." Frodo said. "Cold be heart and hand and bone, cold be travelers far from home." Gollum sang in what you assumed to be an attempt to block Frodo out. "He said your life was a sad story." Frodo said. "They do not see what lies ahead, when sun has failed and moon is dead." Gollum sang. "You were not so very different from a hobbit once. Were you? Sméagol." Frodo asked, earning silence from Gollum. "What did you call me?" Gollum asked. "That was your name once, wasn’t it? A long time ago." Frodo asked. "My name? My name? Ss… Ss… Sméagol." He asked, genuinely not recalling his own name.

The smell of blood filled your nose and you felt the dread. You leaned up, opening your eyes. "What's wrong?" Sam asked, groggily before the loud scream from a Nazgûl. "Black Riders." You muttered. "Hide! Hide!" Gollum yelled. Frodo let out a yelp, grasping where he was struck with the Nazgûl blade.

You hid under a bush with Sam and Gollum. You motioned for Frodo to run. "Come on Frodo, come on!" Sam called. "Hurry, they will see us, they will see us." Gollum said panicked. "I thought they were dead." Sam said to you as Frodo laid next to you. "You cannot kill a ringwraith." You whispered. You watched the wraith fly overhead, your heart pounding. "Ah! Wraiths, wraiths on wings!" Gollum yelped. You noticed Frodo reach for the ring. "They are calling for it, they are calling for the Precious." Gollum said. You stopped Frodo from putting the ring on. "We're still here Frodo... it's alright." You whispered. the Nazgul flew away. "Hurry hobbits, the Black Gate is very close." Gollum said after you all climbed out from under the bush.

You all walked, following Gollum before you fell again, this time being sent into a shock. You were practically blinded, a white light filling your eyes. You heard a voice, barely audible at first. Distant. Very distant. "Y/n" It called. You knew the person's voice you just couldn't remember. "Y/n." The voice repeated. "Rohan is in danger. This is the start of many wars, people need you. Turn back now." it said. "I can't." You whispered. "You can. Reach the river on your own. A boat is waiting. If you run without stopping you can make it before the orcs do." The voice said. Then you realized who it was.

"Gandalf, how are you speaking to me?" you asked. "I am not yet dead my girl." He said, his face coming to light. You breathed. "You want me to go to Rohan, why?" You asked. "Because the further into Mordor you go, the more corruption kills." He said. "The corruption is killing you. Why do you think you feel exhaustion?" Gandalf asked. A good question. "Aragorn needs you. Rohan needs you. We need you." Gandalf said before your vision returned to normal, Sam hanging over you.

"Are you alright? You just fell back! I was worried." Sam said. "Gandalf is still alive." You said. Frodo turned around. "What!?" He asked. "He's alive... War is coming to Rohan and... Something bad is happening, I can feel it." You breathed. You wondered if you should turn back. "Go." Frodo said. You looked up. "What?" You asked. "If there is war in Rohan and Gandalf is alive, it's most likely that Aragorn will be in the center of all of this. You deserve to be with him through all of this. Go." Frodo said. "But-" "Y/n, he's right. You should go, you've looked more exhausted here than anywhere else... This is destroying you. You don't think we can tell but we can." Sam admitted. You sighed. "Any messages you want me to send to them?" You asked. "Yes. Good luck." Frodo said. You nodded. "Elfie remembers the way?" Gollum asked. "I do. Thank you." you nodded to Gollum before tossing him the rest of the meat. He took it before you hugged both Sam and Frodo. "If you two weren't so damn stubborn, I would've marched into Mordor with you." you said. "We know." Sam said before hugging you again. "Don't let us down Frodo. Fight strong. Keep your hope." you said softly. He nodded before you turned around, looking at the area you just came from.

"Alright." You told yourself. "Here we go again."

[writingfromkitchenator]

Haldir ~ Water and Shoes

1,300 Followers Challenge!

Round 2

Masterlist

Requested by Anon

Words: 1,305

Warnings: Neutral reader, bit of a crack fic, fluff, wet shoes

You were tired, you were hungry, and you were glad to be free of the mines, although you wished it hadn’t come at the cost of Gandalf, grief laying heavily on everyone’s shoulders. This was more than any of you expected to happen, especially this early on, and even though Aragorn was now leading you to what you all hoped was some sort of safety, there was currently little hope amongst the fellowship.

Every impact your feet made with the ground reminded you of how tired you were, a shock of pain going through the soles of your feet making your shoulders tense, wincing at every step. It didn’t matter how much you tried to change how you walked, whether you limped for a few steps or anything, nothing made a difference on the pain shotting your legs.

At the back of the fellowship, you marched on miserably, hoping that it couldn’t get any worse.

Splash.

You groaned, causing Gimli, Frodo and Sam to look back, water filling your shoes, ice cold and only biting at the pain you were already in.

Gimli chuckled.  “Are you alright there Y/N?”

You glared coldly at him, stepping out of the stream, trying to ignore the squish of your feet as you walked.  “Oh yeah, brilliant, thanks for asking.”

He chuckled again and continued walking, Frodo and Sam looking a little guilty.  You wished you were a hobbit in that moment, and didn’t have to worry about shoes.

The cold of water combined with the pain bolting up your legs ensured that you were completely distracted as you all marched on deeper into the forest.  Luckily, those that appeared were allies and you could all let out a small sigh of relief.

As Aragorn tried to talk his way into Lothlorien, you growled as you sat, missing the odd look from the elf he was arguing with.  You struggled for a moment but finally managed to get one shoe off, tipping it upside down and pouring out some of the water that had pooled within.  As you went to try and tug off your second though, you looked back at your first and saw just how swollen it was.

You sighed and collapsed back, not wanting to deal with it right now, ignoring the wet cold still making your other foot ache.  You were too tired for this, too exhausted, but it seemed fate was not currently on your side.

The message was passed around.  There was safety up in the trees tonight, so you all had to climb the silvery ladder that had now been dropped from the canopy above.

You made no effort to move, just watching miserably as the others climbed one by one, even the hobbits, who looked pale as they climbed the ladder.  The thought of trying to get up and then climb up was very overwhelming.

The elf that had been talking with Aragorn approached, Haldir you believed his name was, looking a little worried, but also curious.  “Are you alright?”

“No,” You sighed, perhaps a little dramatically.  “I’m tired, I’m cold, my feet hurt, and my shoes are completely soaked through with water.”

“Oh,” Haldir frowned slightly, glancing at your feet, where you still only had one shoe off.  “Would you like my shoe?”

The question was so ridiculous, so unusual, that you couldn’t help but laugh, and you had little doubt that it made you seem just a little mad.

Haldir smiled though, holding out his hand, even as you continued to laugh.  “Come on, let’s get you up to safety.  You can rest up there, and perhaps we can get something for your feet.”

Still laughing, you took his hand and let him pull you to your feet, his arm quickly supporting you as you buckled on your feet, the laughter turning to a groan.  “This is why I’d been avoiding getting up.”

He frowned a little and looked up, quickly saying something in elvish, a new silver rope soon falling down.

You stared at it.  “You are not pulling me up there.”

“You can’t even stand, you don’t have much of a choice.”  Haldir raised an eyebrow.  “Unless you have another suggestion?”

Unfortunately, you didn’t, the thought of running into any orcs or goblins that may be coming this way even less of a comfort than being pulled up into a tree.

You sighed.  “At least let me get my other shoe off first.”

Haldir got you seated, and, surprising you, helped you get your other shoe off, this one having more water in it than the first.  He then helped you back to your feet and started to tie the rope around you securely.

As you got pulled up, you silently hoped that you’d never have to go through this again.

Up on the platform, you were quickly seated, but it wasn’t till Haldir came up, your shoes in his hand, that he gave a few more orders and one of the elves started to tend to you.

“We still have a walk ahead of us tomorrow,” He said when he caught your look.  “And, as much as it would be amusing, we cannot carry you all that way.”

You chuckled a little, too exhausted to feel anything else.  “It’d be a sight to see, I’m sure.”

Haldir smiled, even as a couple of the other elves snorted in amusement near him, causing him to send them a glare.

Some sort of balm was lathered over your ankles before both were strapped.  You then gathered by the tone of the elf talking to you, that you were to leave your feet in an elevated position while you slept.

It wasn’t comfortable, not by a long shot, but you were so tired it didn’t matter, having just enough awareness left to send Haldir a grateful smile before drifting into sleep.

Too short a time later, Aragorn was gently prodding you awake.

“What?”  You asked groggily.  “Where’s Haldir?”

Aragorn frowns a little, but shakes his head.  “A group of orcs passed through last night, they’ve been dealing with them.  We need to be ready to move when they get back.”

You groaned as you sat up, blinking wearily as the others stirred.  “Right.  Great.” You stared at your feet, the swelling had gone down and they felt a little better, but you weren’t overly sure how long you were going to be able to walk on them.

Then you felt your shoes and let out a curse.  They were still very wet.

“My offer still stands,” Haldir said, making you jump, his smile more than amused.  “If you need some shoes.”

You snorted, smiling and shaking your head.  “No, I’m good.  Believe it or not, despite my protests, I have dealt with worse.  If I keep the strapping on, it should be fine.”

Haldir chuckled.  “Well, keep close, if they give out again, I’m make sure you don’t fall into another stream.”

Despite feeling heat creep into your cheeks, you couldn’t help but smile.  “Don’t tempt me, I might just take you up on that offer.”

He shrugs and you don’t miss the slight smirk or pink tinging his ears as he turned away.  “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it. Did you need help down again?  You are best to go first if you do.”

You tugged on your shoes, ignoring the looks from the rest of the fellowship and trying your best to ignore the still wet squelch of your shoes.  “No, I should be good, but thank you.”

Aragorn sighed.  “Can we just get moving please?”

A grin tugged at your lips, feeling better than you had in days, and as Haldir quietly chuckled, neither of you really sure how it had gone like this, you knew that it was far from over yet.

[foragergnome]

rain

a frodo/sam drabble

hope you enjoy this!! I wanted to write something soft :)) this is my first ever time writing this pairing, so I hope its accurate IDK I tried my best <33

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The blackening sky had grown over them, until naught but the moon was covered, which cast little light through the shadow of the clouds. Samwise had savored this light as he would savor a freshly picked apple in the autumn, yet even the sweetest flavor would not stay forever-- soon, the silver light of the moon had vanished as well, and he was left with nothing. The darkness seemed to shroud every corner, this night around, as it had begun to grow each day they came closer to the land of Mordor, the land of evil. He knew that soon his hope would diminish with this light, but right now, he would not let that be the case. Especially as he looked to his companion, Frodo, and saw his tired, pained expression in the blackness of night.

He turned this expression over in his head, mirroring it with his own frown, watching as Frodo bowed his head and clutched the ring around his neck-- acting as if he was keeping something hidden, a secret that only he could know. Yet Sam knew what this secret was-- yes, the ring was taking hold of him, slowly, and soon his master would submit to its taunts, its whispers, its chides. He kept his eyes upon Frodo, softening his frown, before creeping forward. Perhaps this secret was his own, but he would not let him give up, nor submit to the tenebrosity of his own self doubt; a darkness so thick that one could not see his own hand, even just mere inches from the cornea. 

Sam gently brushed his fingers along Frodo's arm, causing the other to pull his head up and come eye to eye with him. The circles beneath his eyes were darker, swollen and red from obvious lack of sleep, and his face was pale. Sickly, he looked, his cheekbones visible and his jaw quivering ever so slightly upon the sight of Sam. The gardener slowly, and carefully, pulled his hand away, each finger leaving his master's arm with such caution, as if the other would break apart upon the separation of one another.

"Mister Frodo? How do you feel?" Sam murmured, visible lines of concern creasing his face. There was a small silence between them for the moment afterwards, rather than the sounds of a stream nearby. The darkness swayed.

"You should not worry about me, Samwise," Frodo responded back, his eyes softening along with the hand clasped around the Ring. He drew himself back, taking a small, trembling breath. He began again. "I am fine, after all. You should get some rest. We have a long journey tomorrow." There was no break in his voice, but Sam could see the hurt in his eyes. He was just as tired, and deserved just as much rest as he-- if not, more, and Sam let out a quicker, sterner breath.

"But you need rest too, Mister Frodo! Pardon my frustration, sir, but you've not slept for days-- and you've hardly eaten, at all. I've noticed it since we split from the fellowship, even before that. I can't help it. I worry about you, and there isn't anything I can do to cease that worry," he said, a small snap in the night.

Another pause. He was afraid Frodo would rear back and get angry with him, would yell, but the other merely turned to gaze at the dark clouds above them in the sky, a gentle autumn thunder rolling across the warm land. His lip quivered more, as if he would cry, but instead he let out a small chuckle. "I know there isn't stopping you from worrying over me, Sam," he murmured, "And I'm grateful to have you with me." He turned, returning his stare upon Sam, his hand reaching out to gently grab the other's. His fingers were cold as ice. But Sam did not let go.

Sam could feel a small flustered feeling build up beneath his chest, fluttering there like moths. He kept his eyes steady upon Frodo, and returned the handheld, looking down to their hands, wrapped together in a tender and loving sense. Yes, he could not deny what he felt with the other-- a sense of worry, of course, but also something deeper, something that lingered far longer than he could know. He thought of the promise he made to Gandalf, and knew that he didn't even need to promise this; he would have gone with Frodo to the end anyways. 

"Oh, Sam," Frodo murmured, causing Samwise to look up and into his blue eyes, shining briefly beneath the temporary moonlight as the clouds continued to roll over, a gentle thunder accompanying his words, "The Ring is loud. Everyday, those whispers are tempting me to bring in straight into Mordor, and give into the Enemy. To give up. To put the Ring on and give it all away." He reached forward, and grabbed Sam's other hand. "But your voice is louder, Sam. You silence those words that the Enemy has to say. I do not know how far I will make it… but I know I would not have made it this far without you." His voice had wavered at the end, cracking with emotion. Sam immediately squeezed his hands, gently, staring upon his face.

"Oh, don't cry, Mister Frodo. I would have gone with you, anyhow. Because I love you, and I could not bear to see you so alone, and in such a state." 

Their eyes had drifted to each other's lips, for a fleeting moment, and when Frodo had caught that, his hands relaxed beneath Sam's. He drew his face forward, hovering just in front of the other's. His breath had been quick, and his heart fluttered so fast behind his chest, that Sam could not help but notice that weight that seemed to lay upon his shoulders, the burden of the Ring written behind his face, underneath the softness, the fondness for his companion. They kept close, until Sam parted, drawing away with a flushed face and surprised expression.

The weight seemed to increase, sending a small panic through Sam's chest. He watched as Frodo's face fell for a small moment, before returning to it's typical, exhausted state. "Why did you pull away, my dear Sam?" He asked-- he did not sound hurt, only curious, full of understanding.

"I just… I'm worried, is all. About-- about kissing you. I don't want you to be disappointed, and it'll make it uncomfortable between us. You already have so much burden, Mister Frodo. And kissing you will only add to something to worry about," Sam rambled, his ears growing awfully warm as these words left his mouth. He already felt foolish, as if he had just embarrassed himself-- and perhaps he had, knowing that Frodo probably thought he was crazy, now.

Frodo raised both brows, and a small, amused smile settled upon his lips. "Oh, Sam," he chuckled, fondly, "My dearest Sam. You have nothing to worry about. I promise that much." He placed his hand on Sam's again, and drew his face back to the position before, just in front of his companion's. "You are my closest friend, and something even more in my heart. I am comfortable with you, always." 

Sam could only relax at that, a small, soft smile spreading across his lips. He drew his face forward as well, eyes fluttering closed. Their lips brushed, a small hesitation following, before Frodo had surged forward and planted his lips upon Sam's. He held his lips there for quite some time, locked against the other's in a comfortable manner. One hand had felt around Sam's neck, sending a small shiver through the gardener. After a long moment, both had drawn away from each other, staring into each other's eyes. The sky had remained dark, deep clouds rumbling with thunder, but both seemed to not care.

Frodo smiled, but it was sad, and his eyes clouded over with thought. He slowly let go of Sam, but his hands found the other's, and they pressed closer to each other, knowing that it would rain soon, and they would need the touch for warmth. Yet Frodo remained quiet, and it had panicked Sam even further, wondering if he had been true about his feelings. 

"Are you alright, Frodo?" Sam asked, as they huddled close to each other. It had soon begun to rain, big drops falling from the dark sky, until quickening into something lighter, yet harder, and soon both hobbits were drenched. Frodo gently tugged Sam, beckoning him towards a more sheltered area against the mountain. When they had gotten there, he turned to Sam, holding both of his hands, eyes sad, and full of love.

"I'm fine, Sam," he muttered, taking a small breath, "It's only… your lips."

There was a pause, as a calm thunder shook the cliffside, and rain fell gently around them, pitter-pattering in a way that showered the earth. It felt soft upon Sam's face, cooling the heat that began to pulse through him, upon Frodo's next words:

"They taste like home." 

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second thoughts (legolas x reader)

The Fellowship of the Ring - Part 4

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warnings: mentions of death, smoking, straying from canon, secret spilled, SUUUPER long a/n lol sorry

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

a/n: hello my lovelies! its long overdue i know im so sorry! i kinda fell of the train for a while, but im back and super excited to present chapter 4 of second thoughts! thank you all for being so sweet and loving and understanding with me, i appreciate it so much! also in the meantime i hit 400 followers! incredible are you kidding me? i appreciate all 412 of you i love you with my all my heart and THANK YOU. if you would like to participate in my follower celebration you can see that here or look at the pinned post on my blog page. SO all the BORING stuff out of the way (im kidding) this chapter is completely made up, none of this is canon but it takes place while they are at Lothlorien. i thought it would be fun to add a chapter completely made up to develop some of the readers relationships ! i hope you enjoy this and thank you all so much for bearing with me!!<3

“Stay close, young hobbits.” Gimli spoke in a whisper once you were further into the woods. “They say a great sorceress lives in these woods. An elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell… And are never seen again.”

“But is there any truth to it?” You asked, unsure. These woods were happily familiar to you, you must have had good experiences here.

“I do not know, lass. But either way, here’s one dwarf she won’t ensnare so easily. I have eyes of a hawk and ears of a fox—” A gasp escaped your lips as you came face to face with many arrow heads in your direction.

“The dwarf breathes so loud; we could have shot him in the dark.” A – very attractive – elf emerged among the arrows. He eyes washed over you and your breath caught in your throat. He was strangely familiar, too.

Legolas had noticed the other elf’s eyes studying you and for some reason felt a surge of a strange feeling passing through his body. He did not like the way that he looked at you.

“Haldir of Lorien. We come here for help. We need your protection.” Aragorn spoke fluently. The elf cocked an eyebrow.

“Aragorn, these woods are perilous. We should go back.” Gimli suggested, sounding rather irritated.

“Quiet, Gimli.” Your words were soft, looking curiously at Haldir who returned the gaze.

“You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back.” His eyes turned to Frodo. “Come. She is waiting.” He turned, and you followed.

Soon after, you found yourselves in Lothlorien, stepping up a tall, spiralling staircase. It was strange, for a reason that you could not explain or even pinpoint. But the peculiar could not overwrite its beauty. The staircase brought you to a beautiful arched building, supported by the tree branches it was built upon. It was white and glowing, and your eyes were fixed upon it entirely. Another staircase lay in front of you, of which two elves were situated on top, a man and a woman. He guided her down the steps with his hand. She was beautiful. Her skin was pale and her hair a platinum gold0silver. Her skin was flawless, her body covered by a gorgeously detailed white frock.

“Nine there are here yet ten there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him.” The man questioned. The woman’s eyes fell over your frame and you met them. Her gaze was intense.

“He has fallen into shadow.” She did not stop looking at you and you breathed silently, nodding slightly. She turned to Aragorn, and then at the other members of the Fellowship. “The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all.” Her eyes wandered, fixing on Boromir whose forehead was smothered in beads of sweat and he avoided her look. You noticed, brows knitting together in confusion. Legolas had also noticed, though he said and did nothing. “Yet hope remains while the company is true. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight, you will sleep in peace.”

~~~

It did not take long for you to get settled in, nor anyone else. You were each given fresh clothes and an opportunity to bathe. When the nine of you regathered to settle for bed, you chuckled to see that Aragorn looked the same as he had before. Legolas gave her a smile and stood beside her. You swallowed, thinking that he looked rather charming in the detailed silver tunic that wrapped his built torso. It suited him. In his hands he held a silver jug and he let out a breath.

“A lament for Gandalf.” He said, softly. You gave him a small smile which he returned.

“What do they say about him?”

“I have not the heart to tell you. For me, the grief is still too near.” You squeezed Legolas’ hand comfortingly, sharing a smile with him. Merry nudged Pippin, pointing at the two of you.

“It’s only a matter of time, young Pippin.” He whispered, a grin on his face.

“What does that mean?” Sam asked, but he was quickly shushed by the mischievous hobbits. Merry pointing yet again to you and Legolas.

“Do you think Y/N and Legolas will ever get together, Sam?” Sam shrugged to Pip’s question before they decided to continue preparing for bed. Meanwhile, Aragorn had made his way over to Boromir, who was sat in solitary with his head pointed towards the ground.

“Take some rest; these borders are well protected.”

“I will find no rest here.” Boromir declared. That caught your attention. You frowned, walking over to him, sitting beside him with a small smile ghosting over your lips. He let out a shaky breath. “I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me, ‘even now, there is hope left’. But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope.” Tears pooled in your eyes listening to him and you sighed silently, hugging his torso whilst he placed his arm around your shoulders.

“My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And our—our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right, and I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored.” His lips tugged up gently at the edges. “Have you ever seen it, Aragorn? The White Tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver, its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?” It was not until that moment that you truly noticed how much you missed home. A few tears strayed from your eyes, racing down your face. You closed your eyes, leaning into Boromir’s side, sniffling quietly.

“I have seen the White City… Long ago.”

“One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guard shall take up the call – the Lords of Gondor have returned.” He smiled, turning to you to wipe the tears from your face before you pulled him into a hug. What he had said had terrified you. The fall of Gondor. Your home. And would any be there to save it? Or would people rather see it perish? After all, Denethor was completely useless and never aided those in need, so why would any come to Gondor’s need?

You stood, wiping your face with a small sniffle. Sighing, you walked away from the others, ambling off to wherever you could be on your own for a while. You took a seat on a flat tree root in a secluded area, trying to process the information about Gondor. You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you had not noticed the presence of another. As someone cleared their throat, you looked up, startled.

“Haldir. Forgive me I was—”

“Lost in your own mind?” He offered you a small smile.

“Exactly.” You chuckled. “It’s beautiful here, truly.” He stayed silent, taking a seat beside you. “It is strangely familiar to me.”

“Strange?” He questioned, tilting his head in confusion.

“Like I came here once in a dream.”

“Like a distant memory.”

“Exactly.” You smiled. Haldir watched you curiously, but with a knowing look spread across his face. As you turned to look at him, a realisation dawned upon you, and you found yourself repeating his words, “a distant memory…” He nodded once before standing, looking down at you.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” And with that, he was gone.

~~~

You had not slept very much during the night; you hoped that the next few nights would be better for you. The morning came around fast though, and soon enough everyone was awake and breakfasting. Not being particularly hungry, you only had a small breakfast. If it were up to you, you would not have eaten at all, but you did not want Sam to worry. Pippin and Merry were clamouring persistently to Boromir about how they wanted to practice. You watched them for a while, giggling at their stupidity before Aragorn sat beside you.

“Where did you wander off to last night?”

“I just wanted to be alone. A lot has happened in the last week; it all caught up to me.”

“You’re alright, Y/N.” He gently clapped you on the shoulder and you smiled at him, though tears gathered in your eyes.

“It is where I grew up, for the most part. I do not want to see it fall. And I’m afraid I won’t be able to help the way I want.” A stray tear fell down your face and Aragorn gently wiped it away with the pad of his thumb before he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “Forgive me, I do not wish to be so emotional.”

“It happens to the best of us, mellon nin.” He gave you a smile which you gladly returned. “There’s that beautiful smile.”

Legolas watched the two of you, his brows furrowed together, that strange feeling pulsing through him again. Aragorn’s right, he thought. Her smile is beautiful. His eyes were fixed on you while you spoke to Sam and Frodo, so focused that he did not realise Aragorn was now stood behind him, leaning into his ear.

“You’re staring, Legolas.” He whispered, the elf’s blonde hair moving from Aragorn’s breath.

“No. I am merely watching.” Legolas denied, earning a chuckle from Aragorn.

“Whatever you say, mellon.” Aragorn strode away, a grin plastered on his face. A gentle blush dusted over the elf’s cheeks, something rather noticeable that stood out from his pale complexion. He tore his eyes away from you, instead joining Boromir and Gimli to train the hobbits.

“My old gaffer might just faint if he ever saw a place like this. Got a thing for pretty places, he has. Makes sense, him being a gardener. He’d love it here.” Sam noticed your vacant expression while he spoke and frowned, gently touching your hand. “Y/N, are you alright?”

“Oh, yes, I—I’m fine. Forgive me.” You gave him a smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

“What about your parents, Y/N? What are they like?” Frodo asked.

“My parents died when I was very young. I don’t really remember them.” Their faces dropped immediately and opened their mouths to apologise but you chuckled, waving them off. “Don’t apologise; you did not know.”

A small smile ghosted over Frodo’s lips. “My parents died when I was young, too, in a boating accident.”

“I’m sorry, Frodo.” You offered your condolences while he shook his head.

“That’s alright; It was an accident.”

“You really are a pair of remarkable hobbits.”

~~~

You jolted awake with a breath tearing from your throat. Frantically, you scanned the area, your hand automatically reaching for your knives on your belt – only they were not there. It was at that moment that you remembered that you were still in the comforts of Lothlorien. Something compelled you to make sure that all of your companions were still beside you and you counted as you gazed around at them.

“Y/N?” A soft, calming voice called out to you amongst the darkness.

“Yes?” You responded quietly, shivering slightly.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” The voice asked. You sighed at that.

“Just a bad dream.” It was an awful dream. Much like Frodo’s if you were honest. You did not want to think about it too much; you feared you might get emotional. The figure that had the voice stood and held his hand out to you. You took it, standing, and he led you a little away from the rest of the Fellowship.

As it became lighter, you could see the face of whomever had spoken to you. If you were honest, you were so drained from the dream that you had not distinguished who the voice belonged to. But, as the space got brighter, you could just make out the perfect contours of the face, the small curve on the lips, the concerned blue eyes that studied your face, the long blonde hair that gracefully fell over the broad shoulders.

“You were struggling in your sleep. I was worried for you.” He admitted, his voice seeming to get softer by the minute.

“Did I wake you? Forgive me I—”

“Do not worry, mellon nin; you did not wake me.” A small smile fell over his lips before his eyes filled with concern once again. “What were you dreaming of?” Legolas noticed the way that you squirmed at his question and furrowed his brows in response.

“Nothing important; I will be fine. But I appreciate your concern, Legolas.”

“Y/N, do not lie to me; you have no talent for it.” You smiled sheepishly. “You need not tell me, but I saw the way that you tossed and turned and the look of terror on your face. You were mumbling, incoherently, but you sounded terrified.”

“Everything seems so real now. It has finally seemed to sink in that Gandalf is gone and… It reminded me of my parents.” You sat down, your back flush against a tree trunk. “In my dream, everyone met the same fate, Gandalf’s fate. I was alone again.” Tears began to form in your eyes, your lip started to quiver. Legolas frowned, kneeling beside you before he gently tugged your chest against his, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

“Y/N, I will be with you for as long as you wish for me to be. You won’t ever be alone again.” He felt a terrible ache in his chest when you looked up at him, your arms still wrapped around his torso, your eyes puffy and a few wet streams leaking down your cheeks.

You gave him a weak smile, sniffling. “Do you promise?” He nodded. “Say it.”

“I promise.” He took a seat beside you after pulling away from the hug, a small distance between the two of you. After a long – yet comfortable – silence, you let out a sigh before moving closer to him, leaning into his body. You rested your head on his shoulder platonically, but Legolas could not escape the increasing beating of his heart when your leg touched his. He gently rested his head on top of yours, wondering what you were thinking about. Then, as if out of the blue – though it wasn’t really – you asked him a question.

“Have you ever been in love, Legolas? Have you ever loved someone so much to the point where it hurt?” Your voice faltered as you spoke, and the elf sighed silently. You could feel his breath shifting your hair.

“Once.”

“What was her name?”

“How did you know—”

“I can tell.” You looked up at him. “Your demeanour changed when I asked the question. Come, tell me about her.”

He did not know why, but he did. “Her name was Tauriel. She was the captain of the Elven guard of the Woodland Realm.”

“Was?” You questioned his use of the past. “What happened to her?”

“I do not know.” He let out a deep sigh and you frowned, wishing you had never asked for it was clearly a sensitive subject for him. “She did not believe herself worthy of me. Instead, she fell in love with a dwarf. Only, he died during a battle. I could not return to the Woodland Realm; my father gave me knowledge of Aragorn, and so I went to find him. I do not know what happened to her.”

“Forgive me, Legolas. I did not mean to upset you.” He shook his head at you, and you smiled, shifting a little closer to him to comfort him. He chuckled lightly as you wrapped your arms around him.

Back over by the others, Aragorn had awoken, but he did not move. Instead, he rolled over for he could hear familiar voices whispering behind him. As he turned, with a stealthy eye open, he watched you and Legolas sit together, a knowing smirk growing on his face.

~~~

The morning came quick, after you and Legolas had spoke about your lives all night and gotten a few quick hours of sleep before the others had awoken from their dreams. It was the last day that you would spend at Lothlorien, for you must all be getting a move on, and soon; the Ring would not take itself to Mount Doom. Since it was to be your last day in the comforts of the Lady of the Wood, she had asked to see all of you.

When the nine of you presented yourselves to her, she gifted each of you and Elven cloak, paired with a green brooch as a clasp. She named them the Leaves of Lorien. The Elven cloaks had been woven by Galadriel herself. They could not deflect a shaft or blade but instead, they could act as camouflage to unfriendly eyes. When you put it on, it was light and very agile. It was difficult to tell that you were even wearing a cloak. She explained that they would be warm or cool as needed. Then, she wished you all luck on your journey, and the nine of you quickly returned to the camp to begin packing for the day ahead; setting out early was important to travel as much as possible while it was still light.

Back at the camp, you all breakfasted. You made sure that the hobbits had taken enough before you started to pick at your own food. Aragorn wandered over to where you sat, perching himself beside you, a bowl in his hand, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“What are you so amused by?” You paused chewing to ask, swallowing the remainder of the food in your mouth afterwards. A chuckle escaped him, and he turned to look at you.

“What is going on between you and Legolas?” His questioned startled you. You coughed profusely, trying to rid of the piece of food that lodged in your throat.

“What do you mean?”

“I happened to wake up last night, and…”

“And, what? You were spying on us?” You quirked your eyebrow cheekily, the hint of a grin on your lips. Aragorn grinned.

“And,” he lowered his voice. “I saw the two of you sitting together.”

“So? Is sitting together such a crime, Aragorn?” You shared a laugh with him. “Since you are so curious, I’ll tell you. The truth is, I was upset, and he comforted me. Then we spoke about life.” Aragorn raised his eyebrows, unsure if you were telling the truth or not. You giggled. “Have I ever lied to you, Aragorn?”

“No, I suppose not. My mistake. Forgive me, I thought something more might have been going on.”

“Well, I hate to disappoint, but nothing more is going on. He is kind, but we are friends, that is all.” Aragorn nodded at your words, then left you to sit in peace while you ate. He kept a close eye on you from afar, watching until you were distracted by the hobbits and by Boromir until he made his way to Legolas.

“Y/N looks nice today, don’t you think, Legolas?”

“Do not think I’m unaware of what you’re doing, Aragorn.” Legolas said with a scowl. Aragorn chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Alright. Though, you do seem very fond of her.”

“What’s not to be fond of? She’s kind, funny, a good fighter, she takes care of the hobbits.” A pink blush dusted over his cheeks. “She’s beautiful…”

“Legolas.” The ranger smirked. “Mellon nin, are you falling for Y/N?”

“Lower your voice, Aragorn.” Legolas urged, the blush growing on his face. Legolas wouldn’t say he was falling for you. He thought you were pretty, very pretty, and he enjoyed your company, but that does not mean that he liked you like that. His heart raced when you were close to him, and even harder when you touched. He hated to see you upset, loved to see you smile and laugh, although he preferred to be the one to make you smile. But none of that meant that he was falling for you, did it? He didn’t think so.

But as his eyes fell over you now, he could not help but feel that maybe, just maybe, that Aragorn was right. He watched your lips part and turn up into a smile, a hearty laugh drawing from your throat at something that Merry had said. Aragorn did not miss the smile that grew on Legolas’ face whilst he watched you, a longing, loving look in his blue eyes. All the ranger could do was smile at the elf and chuckle to himself, before finishing his food and continuing to pack what will be needed for when the journey resumes at dawn. Until then, the nine of you decided that you would appreciate the comforts of Lothlorien once more.

Time seemed to pass very quickly, and as fast as the morning had come, the night came. You and Aragorn were still awake, sitting beside each other, sharing his pipe, giggling about old times. You let out a contented sigh and he opened his arm for you to shift into him. As you did so, he plucked the pipe from your fingers and stuck it between his lips. You chuckled at him before sighing again.

“What’s wrong, mellon nin?” He said, the pipe bobbing in his mouth as he spoke.

“I have yet to find out what this place means to me, and we are already leaving.”

Aragorn sighed. “Y/N, you were born here.” Your eyes widened in shock.

“What?”

“Your mother and father lived in Lothlorien; that is why you recognise this place.”

“How do you know this?” You asked. You need not ask if Aragorn was telling the truth; he knew how much this meant to you.

“Haldir. He and your father were good friends. He wanted to tell you himself.”

“Why didn’t he?”

“He thought it would be better to come from a friend.” He offered you a smile and you smiled softly, relief lifting a huge weight from your shoulders. Returning the favour, you plucked the pipe from his lips and placed it between your own. “You’re not angry?”

You shook your head, blowing out some smoke. “Why would I be?” Aragorn shrugged and you chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder. He gently pressed his head against yours and before you knew it, your eyes were fluttering closed and you were drifting off to a sound sleep.

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Unexpected Fate

Inheritance Cycle (Eragon) & Lord of the Rings Crossover

Summary: Vilansia and her dragon, Svellevarina, have spent many years training the young dragon riders alongside Eragon and Saphira. But their time of adventure has come. The people of Middle Earth have called for aid and Alagaesia will answer.

Chapter 4: Council of Elrond

A set of seats were arranged in a half-circle around a stone table with Lord Elrond seated just behind that. I was placed in a seat at the end to allow room for Svellevarina to be next to me. I spotted Frodo and Gandalf as they walked in together and took their seats. Frodo sat next to me, his large feet dangling off of the edge of the chair. Gandalf sat on his left. There were other Elves here as well, though their dress suggested that they were not Elves of Rivendell. Dwarves were present, their grumbling voices not dissimilar to the dwarves of Alagaesia. Svell's presence was causing unease among their group, their hands resting on the hilts of their weapons as they stared at her. Lastly, there were men seated within the council, and they too were fascinated with my dragon.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old," Elrond began. "you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction, none can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom," He peered at Frodo. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo,"

All eyes were on the young Hobbit as he shuffled out of his chair and reached into his pocket before placing a single golden ring on the stone table. He returned to his seat with a heavy sigh, his shoulders dropped with a lack of tension.

Something in the air shifted. There was tension now, and uncertainty. I strengthened the barriers in my mind to prevent whatever energy this was from influencing me.

"So it is true," one of the men said, leaning forward in his chair. He stood now, addressing the council.

In a dream, I saw the Eastern skies grow dark. But in the West, a pale light lingered. Voices crying 'your doom is near at hand'" He stepped closer to the Ring. "Ilsudar's bane is found." As if in a trance he began to reach for it. "Ilsudur's bane..."

"Boromir!" Elrond commanded as he stood tall before him.

Dark clouds grew over the city as Gandalf came forward, his tone low and grave. He was speaking in a language I did not recognize as the air around us grew thick and heavy. The man, Boromir, retreated to his seat as Gandalf chanted. Svellevarina growled low in her chest with unease.

"Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here," Elrond said, rubbing his temple.

Gandalf made his way back to his seat. "I do not ask for your pardon, Master Elrond. For the Black Speech of Mordor: may it be heard in every corner of the West. The Ring is altogether evil,"

The company shifted in their seats.

"Aye, it is a gift!" Boromir spoke again with renewed vigor. He stood tall before us. "A gift to the foes of Mordor! Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the Enemy, let us use it against him!"

"You cannot wield it," another man replied. He was leaning against the arm of his chair. He sat separately from the other men and his dark attire did not match the dress of anyone else present.

"He comes alone. How odd," Svell commented to me.

"None of us can," the man continued. "The One Ring answers to Sauron alone, it has no other master,"

"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir retorted.

An elf with striking blond hair stood to address Boromir. "This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance,"

Boromir's face fell in disbelief. "Aragorn? This is Ilsuldur's heir?"

"And heir to the throne of Gondor," Legolas affirmed.

Aragorn shook his head at the elf and spoke to him in a foreign language which led him to return to his seat.

Boromir glared at the other man. "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king."

"Aragorn is right," Gandalf said. "We cannot use it,"

"You have only one choice," Elrond said. "The Ring must be destroyed,"

There was only the slightest moment of silence before one of the Dwarves stood from his seat, grabbing hold of his axe as he did. "Then what are we waiting for?" He raised the weapon above his head as he approached the stone table, then slammed it down.

The axe shattered. Pieces of it skittered across the table as the Dwarf was thrown back from the force. And yet the Ring was unharmed.

Elrond watched curiously as the dwarf grumbled his way back to his seat. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came!" He said gravely. "One of you must do this,"

Svellevarina tapped a silver claw against the stone ground where she lay. "Surely my rider and I could bring this Ring to the mountain. My speed in the air and our combined strength is unmatched,"

"One does not simply walk into Mordor," Boromir answered. "It's Black Gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is an evil there that does not sleep, and the Great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire, and ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly,"

The same blond elf shot up from his chair. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!"

"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" The dwarf, Gimli, demanded.

The forced tension returned to the air but was accompanied this time with a dark and quiet whisper. Svell cocked her head as she detected it, her wings tensing. I quickly cast a spell to protect her from the influence of this energy.

"And if we fall," Boromir added, "what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"

Gimli stood to better address the elf. "I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!"

The rest of the Elvish company stood, shouting in defense of their people and the Dwarves were quick to answer with their own shouts.

The whispers grew stronger.

Gandalf stood to address the group of men that had now attempted to get involved in the argument. I turned to Frodo, who had shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I extended my spell to him as well and saw him relax ever so slightly as I did.

"The last thing we need is another dragon to lay waste to our lands and destroy our people!" A dwarf shouted in Svellevarina's direction. She snarled slightly, exposing a few fangs.

"It has an elf under its control, no less!" A man added.

"I assure you, I am under no one's control but my own," I replied.

I heard Gimli scoff as he rested a hand on the shoulder of the dwarf that addressed us. "There are no words from an elf that I can trust,"

I raised an eyebrow. "I would not be present, Master Dwarf, if my dragon and I were untrustworthy,"

"Vilansia, these are petty arguments brought on by the evil energy that surrounds us. It does no good to engage in any of it," Svellevarina said to me.

I rested a hand on a part of her wing that rested against my chair. "It would seem that I need to adjust to this type of magic,"

As the bickering escalated, Frodo shifted in his seat once more until he stood in front of it. "I will take it!" he yelled to the group. "I will take it!" The arguing ceased at the sound of his shouts. The company turned to take in the Hobbit. "I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though, I do not know the way,"

"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins," Gandalf said to him with a gentle pat on his shoulder. "As long as it is yours to bear,"

The man dressed in dark leather, who I recalled was named Aragorn, looked to him. "If in my life, or death, I can protect you, I will." He knelt in front of Frodo. "You have my sword." The man then stood next to the Hobbit.

"And you have my bow," the blond elf stated, coming to stand with the forming group.

"And my axe!" Gimli added.

I moved from my seat to crouch in front of Frodo, gently taking his hands in my own. "You have our oath, as dragon and rider, that we shall always defend you on this journey, Frodo,"

Svellevarina stood on all fours, her head high. "As long as there is wind under my wings and fire in my breath, there shall be nothing that will stand in the way of the destruction of the One Ring,"

His face was full of uncertainty, his blue eyes wide as he looked between me and Svell. I squeezed his hands gently as I let a calm energy wash over him. I went to join the group, standing next to the male elf. Svellevarina stood behind the rest of us.

"You carry the fate of us all, little one," Boromir said as he joined us. "If this indeed is the rule of the council, then Gondor will see it done,"

The bushes behind us rustled with movement. As he shouted, the Hobbit Sam ran out from behind the bush, stopping once he reached Frodo's side. He crossed his arms firmly across his chest. "Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me,"

"No," Lord Elrond said, his eyebrows raised. "Indeed it is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not,"

"Oi!" Another voice shouted. "We're coming, too!" Merry and Pippin shot out from their hiding places and joined the other two Hobbits. "You would have to tie us up in a sack to stop us,"

"Anyway," Pippin added, "you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing."

"Well, that rules you out, Pip," Merry said to him.

There was a moment of silence now, as Lord Elrond gazed upon the group. "Eleven companions." He folded his hands in front of him. "So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!"

"Great. Where are we going?" Pippin inquired.

Svellevarina rustled her wings as she waited for me to finish securing the saddlebags. The two of us were at the entrance of Rivendell where the rest of the company were to join us once they had finished gathering their belongings. There was an unfamiliar feeling resting in my chest as I leaned against Svell's foreleg. It was indeed exciting to be a part of something so incredibly important. But I was unfamiliar with this land and its people and I knew better than to trust them outright. That said, Svell and I were to be partaking on a long journey with them. To not trust them in any capacity would lead to unhealthy tension and conflict.

I closed my eyes, breathing deep. I focused my energy as Eragon-vodhr had taught me many years ago. Life pulsed around me, and I allowed my mind to brush past it all, recognizing its presence gently before moving on to the next. With a final inhale I found my centre, bringing peace and calm back to my mind. released my breath and opened my eyes, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the bright sun.

"Do not worry, my rider," Svell encouraged. She nudged my shoulder with a low hum. "There is nothing that we cannot face together,"

I reached back to scratch the scales on her jaw. "Oh, how lucky I am to have you, Svell,"

"And I, you,"

I turned my gaze to the sound of voices approaching. The four Hobbits made their way over, Gandalf and the man named Aragorn walking just being them.

Gandalf tipped the brim of his pointed hat towards Svell and I. "Greetings, dragon and rider," he gestured to the man beside him. "This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn,"

The man bowed his head. "It is an honor,"

"Kvetha, Aragorn. I am Vilansia of Alagaesia and this is Svellevarina," I introduced. My dragon dipped her head in greeting.

Pippin peered intently at the saddle on Svell's back. "Do they make them small enough for Hobbits?"

Svellevarina cocked her head. "There are riders in training that are children. So, yes,"

He grinned, eyes wide as he looked to Merry. The other Hobbit shook his head, but Pippin carried on anyways. "Do you think I could try?"

Samwise's mouth dropped open as Merry crossed his arms. The others were smiling at Pippin's innocent excitement.

I raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at my lips. "You are asking to ride my dragon?" Pippin took my question to mean that I was offended, and faltered slightly. "What do you think of the matter, Svellevarina?"

She lowered her head to face Pippin. "It would be my pleasure, little Hobbit,"

Pippin let out a shout of glee as he ran over to Svell's side. Upon realizing that he could not reach her back by himself, he glanced back to the rest of us. I made my way over and assisted the Halfling up onto the saddle, climbing onto Svell's leg and lifting him up the rest of the way so that he could clamber on. I talked him through how to secure himself in the saddle as best he could. The straps were not as tight as I would have liked, his small legs not even reaching halfway on the side of the saddle. I urged Svell to fly slow and low to the ground.

The rest of the Fellowship joined us just as Svell stood up with the Hobbit on her back. A smile broke out on my face at the sight. This would be something I would have to share with Murtagh and Thorn, for I doubt they would believe such a story. It was incredibly rare for anyone besides a dragon's rider to be placed on their back, and to be allowed to do so was considered the highest honor. Svellevarina, however, rarely followed normal conventions. The image within itself was amusing, though, as the small Hobbit could be barely seen on my dragon's back.

"You all have been entrusted with the fate of Middle Earth," Lord Elrond said to us. "You would do well to ensure the secrecy of your mission. We simply cannot allow the Ring to fall into the wrong hands." He paused. "I wish you good fortune," Elrond raised a hand, his palm flat, facing us to wish us farewell. Gandalf thumped his wooden staff on the stone floor before taking the lead, Frodo and Sam staying close to him. Svellevarina spread her wings, Pippin crying out as she crouched and jumped into the air, swooping over the group. His cheers lifted our spirits despite the daunting reality of what we were all embarking on. I took my place at the very back of the group, walking with Merry and Aragorn. I glanced behind me, taking in the view of Rivendell for what I assumed to be the last time. It held the same warm, golden hue now in the daytime as it did at night. Soft music reached my ears, and while I did not understand the lyrics, the feeling was undeniable: they were wishing us farewell. Gandalf led us through a passage in the mountainside that surrounded Rivendell, blocking my view of the Elvish city. I lifted my chin as I gazed forward. Now was the time for strength and serenity.

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Translations from the Ancient Language:

-vodhr - honorific praise for a man

Kvetha - Greetings

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Thunderstorms Ch. 2 (Fellowship x Reader)

Summary: Reader gets the Fellowship ready for bed, how the heck is she going to have room for everyone?

Warnings: Language

Word count: 2,496

Pairing(s): Platonic Fellowship of the ring x fem!reader, eventual romantic interest (Lord of the Rings)

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A/N: This one was fun to write! Reader is going to have some nice moments with each member of the Fellowship before the final romantic pairing is decided, so this chapter has a bit of Legolas! I am keeping a tally of who you guys want the reader to end up with, so go ahead and put your votes in lol 

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You left the fellowship standing around your kitchen table while you went looking for candles and flashlights. It did cross your mind that the majority of the fellowship wasn’t even human so they might be able to see better in the dark, but you needed the light and using just your phone wasn’t going to cut it. It was probably for the best that you needed to grab these anyway, so you could use this time to process what the actual fuck was going on. 

No matter how many times you pinched yourself, the fellowship was still standing in your kitchen. It was fucking bonkers and you knew it. Hopefully you would be able to put them all to bed quickly so you could sleep and when you woke up it was all a dream and there weren’t eight strange men in your house. God, you hoped it really was a dream. 

You managed to find a few scented candles that you currently balanced in your arms as you returned to the kitchen. The hobbits were still seated at the table, busy whispering to each other with wide eyes. Aragorn and Legolas seemed to be discussing something in Elvish. They both seemed tense so it could actually be an argument, but honestly you had no idea. Boromir saw you struggling with the candles, so he strode over and took several from your hands. You tried to protest but he simply waved it off saying it was the least he could do for your generous hospitality. He helped you spread the candles throughout your house and watched curiously as you lit them using a lighter. You caught the hobbits’ attention as well when you put the last candle down in the middle of the table. 

“What’s that, there? You tryn’ to use some sort of a weapon on us?” Sam asked, eyeing the lighter in your hands.

You shook your head. “No, no. I’m just lighting the candle, see?” You clicked the lighter so the small flame would come out of the tip, then lit the candle.

“Is that some sort of magic?” Pippin asked.

“Why are you lighting the candles now? Don’t you have any torches or candles already lit?” Merry chimed in.

You handed the lighter over to Pippin so he could get a closer look. Wait shit, was that really the best idea to give it to him, of all people? Well, it was too late now as he was already twirling it around in his hands and fiddling with the trigger to try and light it. It was only a tiny lighter anyway, it wasn’t like he could actually set anything on fire….you hoped.

“Hm? Oh, it’s dark because the power’s out.” Merry gave you a blank stare so you clarified, “Our lights run on electricity, not fire. The storm must’ve hit a generator or something, so the power’s not on. I can’t turn any lights on without it.”

“Does this normally happen, lass?” Gimli piped up from his spot in the corner.

“No, we haven’t had a storm this bad in a long time, and if the power ever does go out it’s usually only for a couple seconds.”

“Well, the candles smell wonderful.” Boromir added with a smile. You smiled back and excused yourself to get them towels. Seriously, they were making puddles on your floor. You saw the lights flicker back on in your office as you grabbed them. At least that was one less thing to worry about.

“Alright, the power’s back on now, but I’m not gonna turn on a ton of lights because it’s late and it’ll be bright.” You explained as you handed out the towels. 

Tackling one problem at a time- the power was back on, and the fellowship was drying off. Now you had to figure out where everyone could sleep. This was going to be a real challenge. Two could fit in your parent’s bed, two in the guest bed. One on the loveseat, and either one or two on the couch. You had a small pullout couch underneath your loft bed you had since childhood, but that would mean one of them would have to sleep with you in your room. That might not sit well with them wanting to preserve your honor and hospitality. They had their sleeping packs with them and you had a sleeping bag as well, but you didn’t want them to have to sleep on the floor. Especially since you had no idea how long they would be staying and they’d been on the road for so long it felt wrong to make one of them sleep on the floor. You supposed you could clean off the couch that was downstairs in the family room, but it was sort of dirty. Sighing, you explained this to them, which they all assured you it would be no problem should some of them need their bedrolls. 

“I’ll give you a tour of the house, and then you all can decide where you want to sleep.” They all nodded in agreement. “So, you’re standing in my kitchen. Do you have any questions?” You asked as you flipped on the light.

“Will you show us how to use your equipment?” Sam asked, “We’d hate to have you cooking all by yourself. And I’d like to learn to help, if I could.”

“Sure, but we can worry about that in the morning. I think we could all use some sleep first.”

You led them throughout your house turning the lights on as you went. They didn’t have any questions, but you figured that all this was overwhelming so you didn’t launch into any explanations unprompted. 

After some discussion among themselves they came to a decision- Frodo and Sam would sleep in the guest bed downstairs, Aragorn on the couch also downstairs (he wanted to stay close to Frodo in case anything happened), Gimli took the loveseat and Boromir the couch in the living room. Merry and Pippin would sleep in your parents’ bed upstairs. Legolas insisted he lay out his bedroll down with Gimli and Boromir, he refused to sleep in your room.

“Please, Legolas. You’ve been through so much, just take the pull out couch,” you pleaded, “We wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed or anything. I promise, it’s fine.”

“No, I could not. Elves do not sleep the way Men do, you need not worry. I will be alright.” 

“If you don’t need as much sleep as humans, then it would be alright if you slept on the couch! We wouldn’t disturb each other, and you don’t have to stay in there once you wake up. I just want you all to be comfortable. Please, it’s the least I could do.”

“Would it not be improper, my lady? What would your husband think?” Boromir cut in.

“What? No no, I’m not married. Nooo way. It’s just me in the house, my parents are out of town and won’t be home for a long time. Besides this is a...weird situation, but you’re my guests so everything here is yours. I would give up my bed if I needed to, but I have a feeling you guys wouldn’t like that.” They shook their heads. “There’s nothing wrong with a friend sleeping in the same room and hey it’s 2020 so it doesn’t matter what gender. At least for tonight. If you want to move tomorrow I promise I won’t be offended.” You offered a final plea. 

Legolas caved. “As long as it is what the Lady wishes.”

You held up your hand “Okay let me just get this straight- I’m not a lady. Just call me (Y/n), I don’t have a title. I’m not nobility or super rich or anything so you’re not offending my honor or whatever by calling me by my name.”

They nodded in response, but you weren’t sure if they would actually listen.

“Okay, you all can start setting up your stuff and getting ready for bed. I’ll bring pillows and blankets, and I can dry any of your clothes. I’ll get you all some stuff you can wear tomorrow.” 

You set everything up, the fellowship trailing behind you until their respective ‘beds’ were made. Just Legolas was left, so you told him to get ready however he needed and you would change in the bathroom. Oh shit. The bathroom. You would have to explain that to them. You called them back upstairs and quickly gave them a run down of the bathroom, water in the kitchen should they need it, and whoever was the first to wake would come wake you up as well. Racking your brain, there wasn’t anything else you could think of.

You set up the couch for Legolas, then climbed up into your bed. You weren’t sure if you should say goodnight. Honestly, why did you push so hard to have this elf sleeping in your goddamn room? You laid there contemplating if you really should say something, if it would be more awkward to say something or not say anything at all, it was taking too long to decide so if you spoke up now it might be weird-

“Thank you for the bed. Sleep well, (Y/n).” Legolas softly called up to you, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“It’s really no problem. Goodnight.”

You rolled over and tried to sleep. Minutes ticked by but you just could not fall asleep. Your thoughts were racing far too quickly. What if you said something while you were sleeping? Moved around too much? Made too much noise? Oh god, what if you farted? Why, why, why did you push so hard for him to stay with you? There was an elven prince sleeping underneath you. A real, actual elven prince. You flopped around in your bed to try and get a more comfortable position. Every time you did, you paused and winced realizing that your huffing and rustling around could keep Legolas up, too. Seriously, why did you think this was a good idea? By the time you finally began to drift off, you had no idea if Legolas was actually asleep. He hadn’t made a single sound since he bid you goodnight. Well, you could just apologize tomorrow for keeping him up.

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You woke the next morning to a soothing voice calling your name. You groaned as you looked around, who would be waking you up this early? Rolling over, your eyes met with soft blue ones. Oh. Legolas was still here, in your bedroom. It wasn’t a dream after all.

“Ah, good morning, (Y/n). I believe I heard some of my friends beginning to stir downstairs. I woke you so you might have time to dress before the hobbits bust down your door,” he chuckled, “They can get quite hungry in the morning, and I’m sure seeing a fully equipped kitchen has only made their hunger worse.”

“Oh, thank you.” You instinctively pulled your blanket closer to your chest. “Did you sleep alright last night? I’m sorry if I kept you up.”

Legolas’s laughter was bright and clear. “You needn’t worry. The dwarf snores far louder than your tossing and turning. I was still able to dream. If you like, I shall step out into the hall so you may prepare for the day in private.”

You hummed in thought. If the fellowship really was stuck with you now, they would eventually see you in your pajamas. It might be better if it was sooner than later so they could get used to it.

“Oh no, it’s alright. I’ll just use the bathroom, you don’t have to leave.” You climbed down your ladder and scooped up a bra and a brush, sticking them under your arm in an attempt to hide the fact you were carrying your undergarments. 

You went through your usual morning routine, double checking to put on deodorant and a little perfume. The non-humans had sharper senses right? You didn’t want to smell bad, ugh that would be embarrassing. As you exited the bathroom you heard loud snoring from downstairs. That must’ve been what Legolas was talking about. When you came back into your room, you found Legolas examining your things. His attention seemed to be on your bookshelf.

He had taken off his outer tunic and bracers leaving just his blue undershirt and trousers. His boots and socks were neatly placed beside the end table next to the couch. His weapons leaned against it as well, the string removed from his bow.

“Would you like some tea or coffee? Wait, do you guys even have coffee?”

“Coffee is not a common drink with the elves, but the halflings might enjoy it. Everyone enjoys tea.” 

“Cool. You can pick out what kind.”

Legolas followed you downstairs and into the kitchen. It was still early, the sun was barely poking over the tops of the trees. Gimli and Boromir were still asleep and Aragorn appeared to be waking up. There was no sign of the hobbits just yet. You pulled out your rather large selection of tea for Legolas to look through while you started on breakfast. Who doesn’t like waking up to the smell of food, right?

You didn’t have that much in your fridge so nothing too fancy, but you did have eggs and bacon. You took what little vegetables you had left and added it to the scrambled eggs- a few mushrooms, some spinach, a little onion, and some cheese. You put some bread in the toaster for good measure. Aragorn came up to join you, taking a seat across from Legolas. He launched into a conversation with him in elvish after saying good morning. Eventually, Legolas handed you a box of regular green tea and you put the kettle on. 

The others began to shuffle into the kitchen when breakfast was closer to being ready. Aragorn, Boromir, and Legolas all offered to help, so you put them to work setting the dining room table and bringing kitchen chairs in to make room for everyone. You were quite pleased with what you were able to come up with, but now you definitely had to go to the store. Which meant leaving them home alone. Maaaybe not such a great idea. 

The hobbits seemed particularly happy with what you made, the mushrooms especially. Everyone happily sipped their tea and enjoyed their meals, making light conversation. Legolas and Aragorn were speaking to each other in elvish again, much to your annoyance, while Merry and Pippin described the dreams they had that night. Boromir and Gimli laughed on and added their dreams for good measure. It was easy to see how well everyone got along with each other, and the hobbits were kind enough to bring you into the discussion as well. This isn’t exactly how you thought your spring was going to go, but it sure was going to be lots of fun.

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Today, Life is Good

It is 12:26 am, but here I am posting this fic anyway because I’m impatient. Here we go, another Boromir fic but this one is happy! YAY! I did not proofread this, because that is who I am as a person and I should probably get a beta reader or someone to edit these, but here we are. I like this fic. It’s a bit longer, and I have a lot of feelings, but I liked writing this! I hope you guys enjoy it and I hope it’s not too long or too weird or something.

Fandom: Lord of the Rings 

Pairing: Boromir x reader

Words: 2560

Rating: T 

Warnings: mentions of injuries, pretty large portion takes place in the Houses of Healing, but nothing is too crazy graphic, suggestive language, mentions of sex (but no actual smut)

There was a long night ahead of you after the battle that had raged on Pelennor Fields and through the city of Minas Tirith. As a healer, you hadn’t fought in the battle, but now the wounded were coming into the Houses of Healing in droves and you weren’t sure how you would keep up. 

You helped everyone you could, but there were so many wounded, you knew that it would be impossible to save everyone. You worked your way through the soldiers, beginning with the worst of the injuries. There were many you recognized, men of Gondor who had fought for their home. But there were many you didn’t recognize as well. The people of Rohan had arrived to help it seemed, and you were sure you would have lost the battle without them.

You were helping one man with a head injury who told you that an army of the dead had arrived from the river, cutting down all the orcs in their path and even swarming and killing the Mûmakil with ease. You told him that perhaps he hit his head harder than originally thought, but then one of the Riders of Rohan who was close by confirmed the man’s story. He said that a man named Aragorn had left them at Dunharrow and taken the paths of the dead, later arriving at the battle with the Oathbreakers behind him. Part of you had never believed the legends of the army that Isildur had cursed, but if they had won the battle for Minas Tirith, you were glad the legends were true.

You kept working through the night, barely stopping in an effort to help as many people as possible. You heard someone shouting for you and you hurried over to find a man cradling an injured woman. She was hurt badly, she was barely breathing. You learned she was the princess of Rohan and the man cradling her was her older brother. You managed to pry Éomer away from his sister far enough to examine her. You weren’t sure that Éowyn would survive.

“This is beyond my skill to heal,” you said sadly, looking at Éomer. “We need athelas to even begin the healing. This looks like the Black Breath.”

Éomer wailed in anguish and you felt terrible, you had seen similar wounds on men who had come too close to the Nazgûl in the battle at Osgiliath a few days ago when the orcs had taken the city on the river. Those men hadn’t survived.

“I can heal her,” you heard a voice say behind you. 

Turning, you looked up at the man. He didn’t look like much, but you heard Éomer speak to him and say his name. This was Aragorn, the ranger from the north, raised among elves for a time and apparently Isildur’s heir. 

You stood aside and let him take over, rushing off to find some athelas to aid him in healing the woman. When you returned to Aragorn with the needed herb, there was another man standing nearby. You dropped the athelas and stared at him. It couldn’t be.

Boromir was there, standing right in front of you, very much alive despite what you had been told. When you didn’t hand the athelas to Aragorn, all three men looked your way. Aragorn just grabbed the needed plant and kept working, Éomer didn’t seem interested in anything other than his sister, but Boromir looked at you and your world stopped. He was here, standing in front of you. This was all too much. A combination of little sleep or food and the shock of seeing your apparently not dead husband standing in front of you caused you to faint right there in the middle of the Houses of Healing.

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It wasn’t long before you woke up, and you hadn’t been moved far. Boromir had caught you before you could hit the floor and injure yourself. You sat up, looking around before spotting Boromir speaking to Aragorn next to you.

“This can’t be real,” you whispered.

Boromir looked at you and smiled, “It is real, my love. I promise you that.”

“You’re dead… They found your horn washed up on the banks of the river. Faramir was sure of it, so was your father. We thought we would never see you again.” 

“I am sorry you thought I didn’t survive, but I am very much alive and I would very much like to steal a kiss from my beautiful wife,” his smile grew, and you couldn’t help smiling yourself.

You kissed him then, trying to show him how much you loved him through that kiss. He responded in kind and held you close to him. You felt at home in his arms, you thought you would never feel this way again, thought you would never see him, but he was here and he was holding you.

“I should get back to work,” you whispered. 

“You need to rest. I spoke to Ioreth, she said you haven’t taken a break in far too long. You’re no use if you can’t even stand on your feet,” he said. 

You hesitated, but eventually agreed with him. You were exhausted, there were so many wounded and you had been working nonstop for hours. A small break would be alright. 

You held Boromir's hand tightly, like you were afraid he would disappear if you let go. He led you to a corner of the Houses of Healing that had been set aside for the healers to rest, guiding you to lay on one of the cots. 

"Don't leave," you said, maintaining your death grip on his hand. 

"I'm not going anywhere," he said with a gentle smile. "But I'm afraid if you hold my hand any tighter you may crush it, my love." 

You eased your grip on his hand and laughed quietly.

"I'm sorry, Boromir. I'm just afraid that if I let go of you all those nightmares will be true and you'll be gone. Pippin didn't even tell me that you were alive, I'll have to have some very stern words with him. Though, we barely had a moment to speak, and he's been following Faramir around every moment he got. I did hear him tell your brother that he admired you very much, so it seems both sons of Denethor are good at making friends with Hobbits," you said with a smile. 

"I am very fond of the little ones," he agreed. "I'm surprised Pippin didn't talk to you more, I spoke of you often." 

"I've been here most of the time. I was here when he and Gandalf arrived, but we didn't get a chance to speak. Ever since Faramir came back with the horn… I've been here, avoiding anything that reminded me of you," you squeezed his hand gently. 

"I'm sorry I worried you. The battle at Amon Hen was only 17 days ago, everything happened so quickly I didn't have time to write to you. And I didn't realize my horn would wash up on the shore for Faramir to find." 

“Only 17 days ago? So much has happened since then,” you trailed off then sat up quickly. “Faramir! He was hurt when your father sent him to Osgiliath, I couldn’t help him. It was the Black Breath, just like Éowyn! You must tell your friend to help him!”

Boromir hushed you and pushed you gently until you were laying down again.

“I will tell Aragorn, I promise. Our new king will not let my brother die if he can save him. Now you need to rest, my love.”

You had many questions, but your eyes were so heavy. You drifted off to sleep with Boromir beside you, promising he would explain everything soon.

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Three days after the Battle of Pelennor Fields you had to watch your husband leave again for Mordor, and you were afraid none of the Host led by Aragorn would return, but they did return, twenty days later and they brought two more Hobbits back with them.

You spent most of your time in the Houses of Healing once again, but this time you watched over Éowyn and Faramir more than anyone else. Aragorn had taught you how to help them, using the athelas and changing their bandages often. They were both almost back to normal, and you found them together more often than not. You were happy for them, they deserved to be happy; they deserved to be in love.

When you heard the horn announcing the arrival of those who had gone to the Black Gates you ran out of the Houses of Healing, sprinting through the city to get to the Citadel before they did. They beat you there, and you stood, searching for Boromir among the many weary faces before you. When you finally did see his face, you called for him before running into his arms.

Boromir caught you with ease, taking a step back to steady himself. He smiled at you and kissed you the moment you were still long enough. You were out of breath from running to find him, but you kissed him back with as much passion as you could muster.

“You’re here,” you sighed. “You came back to me again.”

“I will always come back to you my love,” he whispered into your hair.

You stood together for a long time, holding each other tightly until finally you followed Aragorn and the rest of the Fellowship into the Citadel. There were two new Hobbits with the company, you learned they were Frodo and Sam. Both of them were injured and on the brink of death, you worked alongside Aragorn to nurse them back to health.

Sam was the first to wake, his injuries were not quite so severe and he had not been carrying the Ring for months as Frodo had. Frodo returned to consciousness only a few days after Sam, and you found you very much enjoyed the company of all the Hobbits.

Boromir finally got the chance to apologize to Frodo for trying to take the Ring, and everyone was given the chance to recover from the long journeys they had been a part of. 

You learned many things from Aragorn, and became a better healer. Aragorn was very skilled, and the prophecies of the Heir of Isildur having the hands of a healer were correct. 

When you weren’t in the Houses of Healing you were with Boromir and your new friends. You liked the entirety of the Fellowship, but the Halflings were your favorites. They were wonderful company and Merry and Pippin were always energetic and happy to entertain you. Frodo and Sam were more reserved, but you found their company calming, and you enjoyed having tea with them every day. 

Gimli and Legolas were the strangest pair; an elf and a dwarf who were good friends was unheard of, but you loved them just as dearly as the others. The elf was calm and calculating, but he was also warm and kind and fiercely loyal. The dwarf was much like the few other dwarves you had met; loud and daring, and protective of his friends. 

Gandalf you already knew, and you were glad to see him again and spend time with him. When he would come to Minas Tirith while you were still a child, he spent most of his time with Faramir, who was always eager to learn from him. He was a wise and powerful wizard, even more so now than before.

Most of your time, though, was spent with Boromir. You had missed your husband dearly, and you barely let him out of your sight. He seemed happy enough to spend time with you, never denying you the opportunity and smiling at you every time you asked. Sleeping next to Boromir was a relief; you hadn’t slept so well in months. You felt safe and secure in his arms and that first night he was home you slept the whole night through for the first time since he had left nearly a year ago. 

You opened your eyes slowly, it was early and you were still tired; Boromir hadn’t let you get much sleep the night before. You felt his arm resting across your stomach and you turned to smile and watch him sleep a little longer. He had a slight smile on his lips, and you wondered what he was dreaming about. 

“I can feel you staring, my love,” he mumbled, his smile growing.

“I can’t help it,” you replied. “You’re very handsome, you know.”

“So you tell me,” he said, opening his blue eyes. 

“I’m right. I wouldn’t lie about that.”

“I believe you.”

You smiled at him and kissed him deeply, pressing yourself closer to him. 

“Must we get out of bed today?” you asked sadly.

“I’m afraid that today it is very important we get out of bed, and soon. Aragorn’s coronation is today and it would reflect poorly on us if we were not in attendance,” he said, kissing your forehead.

You sighed heavily; you knew he was right, but you would much rather stay in bed with him all day. 

“Tomorrow we can stay in bed all day, I promise,” he said, as if he had been reading your mind.

“I suppose I can wait until tomorrow then,” you sighed. 

The coronation was a lovely affair; Aragorn was reunited with his love, Arwen, and all your new friends were there. Faramir announced his intention to marry Éowyn and they looked like they couldn’t be happier, in fact, Faramir looked happier than you had ever seen him. 

“Did we look so sickeningly happy when we announced our engagement?” Boromir whispered in your ear so his brother did not hear him.

“I’m sure we did,” you told him with a smile.

“Well I’m happy for them. I’m surprised it took so long if they were as close as you say in the Houses of Healing. We returned from the Black Gates over a month ago.”

“Well it probably took that long to convince her brother to allow it,” you said with a laugh. “Éomer still doesn’t look like he wants this to happen.”

“I suppose you’re right. It took nearly a year for me to convince your father to allow me to marry you,” he recalled.

“I remember,” you teased. “You asked him every day and when I finally found out you were asking I begged him to say yes. Finally he got so sick of both of us asking every day he agreed to allow it. I’m so happy he did; I’m so happy I’m married to you”

“I’m happy too, my love,” he smiled, pulling you closer. “And I’m even happier to be home with you. The world is finally going to know some peace, and we can be happy.” You nodded and pulled him into a corner to kiss him deeply. Boromir complied happily and pressed himself closer to you. 

“Perhaps, we could retire to our chambers early,” he whispered. “We could start trying to have children like we talked about before I left?”

“I don’t think Aragorn and Arwen will mind,” you smiled, taking his hand. 

The two of you laughed together, racing towards your rooms like two newlyweds; so in love with each other that no one else seemed to matter. 

Tags: @rzrcrst​ @opheliaelysia​ @rae-gar-targaryen​ @hdlynn​ if anyone else wants to be tagged in any future LotR fics message me or send me an ask or something, I will happily add you! Or if you don’t want to be tagged let me know that too! 

[elvish-sky]

A Love Forged by Knives

A.N: Ok, so this is kinda my first ever fanfiction and I'm really excited about it! I had so much fun writing and hopefully, I'll be able to write more soon.

Pairing: Legolas X Reader

Word Count: 1660

Summary: Y/N gets hurt in an orc attack and Legolas has to take care of her.

Warnings: Some fluff, blood/wounds/battle, a little angst.

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A Love Forged by Knives

When you had joined the fellowship, you hadn't expected there to be quite this much running. Sure, at first it had been just walking, admittedly lots of it, but walking was fine. Now, though, with the eagerness to get to the mountains, Gandalf was setting a hard pace. Aragorn and Legolas were easily matching Gandalf, even foraging ahead for a while, and Boromir would have done the same had he not been looking after the hobbits, all four of whom were struggling but still keeping up. However, you were not having quite as easy a time.  Thankfully, you weren't the only one having trouble with the faster pace.

Poor Gimli was huffing and puffing, weighed down by all his armor and unable to match even your slow pace because of his size. There had been a lot of checking on him to make sure he was keeping up over the past few days, and on the rare occasion he passed you, he returned the favor. 

While you were looking back at Gimli to make sure he was ok, you heard a shout that sounded like an orc. You spun around to see the rest of the fellowship under attack. Gandalf was whacking one with his staff while slicing another with his sword. Aragorn and Boromir had quickly drawn their swords and were dispatching orcs with apparent ease, while the hobbit stabbed with their small weapons, taking orcs by surprise. Legolas was interchangeably using his bow or daggers to fight and looked like a small, contained hurricane of death.

While you were taking this in, Gimli had caught up, and the two of you jumped into the fight, him with his axe and you with your two hunting knives.

As you whirled around, stabbing and slicing and blocking with your two knives, you heard a cry. You spun around and saw Legolas on the ground, with an orc looming above him. You watched as the orc brought his axe up, ready to bring it down and end your friend's life, but at the last second Legolas whipped out a small dagger from his boot, sprung up, and sliced the orc's throat.

You sighed in relief, and as you did you felt a sharp pain in your leg. An orc had snuck up behind you and slashed at you while you were distracted. You managed to stab and kill him, but then your leg gave out and you collapsed.

"Y/N!"

A shout came from Aragorn as he saw you collapse, and he made his way over to you, having just killed the last orc. Everyone else's attention was drawn by his shout, and Legolas rushed over, pushing Aragorn aside to get a closer look at your wound. It was deep and long, running half the length of your thigh, and you were bleeding profusely.

Legolas examined it, and after he had poked and prodded until you had to bite your tongue to keep from crying out, he said, "Y/N, this needs to be taken care of but we can't do anything until we camp for the night. It looks pretty bad. Do you want me or Aragorn to carry you until we can find a spot to camp?"

"No," you said, "I can walk."

You tried to stand up to prove your point but the second you put weight on the leg you hissed with pain. You stubbornly kept trying to walk, managing to make it about four feet until your leg crumpled beneath you.

Aragorn caught you and wrapped a piece of cloth around your leg to stop the blood, while saying, "I think it's best if someone carries you. We'll camp soon."

Aragorn swept you up into his arms but was quickly accosted by Legolas, who whispered something you couldn't hear. With a smirk, he handed you off to Legolas, who held you gently as if he didn't want to cause you any more pain. You placed your head on his chest and drifted into unconsciousness.

As you fell asleep, you didn't hear him whisper "Sleep well, melleth nîn(my love)."

Later, you awoke as even Aragorn was growing weary looking for a good spot to camp, Gandalf called back to Legolas to hurry up, and you wondered why you were so far behind the rest of the group. Unbeknownst to you, Legolas had been so worried about you that he had slowed his pace to make sure he could walk with the utmost care, so as not to disturb you.

Finally, Aragorn called out "I've found a camping spot!"

Everyone went over to him as he parted the branches to reveal a small glade, perfect for the night. Sam quickly got a fire going and began making stew while the others gathered around and Aragorn and Boromir set up all the sleeping rolls. Legolas gently placed you on yours and began unwrapping the cloth over your wound.

You both gasped as it was uncovered, as somehow it looked worse than it had earlier. he quickly made a dressing and placed it on the gash, while also doing something that you thought looked suspicious with a needle.

"I'm terribly sorry Y/N, but this wound is too severe to leave open. I'm going to have to give you stitches."

"What?" you exclaimed. "Legolas, no. I'm fine. I don't need you to sew me up like a doll."

He ignored you and asked Merry and Pippin to come over to hold your hands, and possibly restrain you from moving while he stitched. As he sewed, he told stories of other adventures he'd had over his long life, and you, Merry, and Pippin listed raptly. The tales he told were so amazing that they made you forget about the pain, and you drifted off to sleep once he had finished the stitches and placed another poultice on.

You opened your eyes to see a pitch-black forest surrounding the small glade, and a shape silhouetted by the fire. You could tell it was the elf by the shape of his ears. You made to rise and walk over to him, but you hissed as pain shot through your leg. Legolas was up in a flash, striding towards you with an expression of worry on his face.  

"Y/N? Is everything ok?"

"It's fine," you replied, "I'm just cold, and my leg hurts."

"I'm sorry," said the elf. "Sip this."

"What is it?" you replied.

"It's an elvish sleeping drought. It should take away the pain and help you rest."

"Thank you," you said, and you took a sip and felt the pain begin to leave your body.

You began to fall asleep, but through the haze of drowsiness you felt Legolas kiss your forehead and heard him say "Sleep well, melleth nîn." This time, however, you heard him say it.

You sat up, your sleepiness gone. "What did you say?" you asked the elf, who was blushing like mad.

"Uhmm... nothing. Why?" he replied.

"Oh no, don't you weasel your way out. You called me 'my love'."

You could see his face wince with the words, and then harden into resolve.

"Ok, Y/N. I have been putting this off because I was never quite sure how you were going to react, but you've caught me so I guess I must tell you. I'm in love with you."

You gasped, heat rushing to your face as he continued.

"I've loved you ever since you sent that knife whizzing between Aragorn and Boromir's heads that one night."

Your mind flashed back to a night just after they had left Rivendell when they were all gathered around a fire. Aragorn and Boromir had been boasting about their skill with throwing knives and had challenged each member of the fellowship to a contest. Legolas had, of course, beat them both. Gimli had tied with Boromir and lost to Aragorn, and Gandalf declined to participate. Merry and Pippin both failed miserably, Frodo had been ok, and Sam had shockingly done pretty well. It was only after everyone else had gone that Aragorn and Boromir had begun to tease you. After a while, fed up with it, you decided to show them your skills. You had them stand side by side against a tree, and proceeded to gather the knives of everyone in the fellowship. Then, in about sixty seconds, you made a row of knives in between them, with the last on landing in between their heads. They both looked shocked, and the rest of the fellowship had broken out into applause.

Legolas' cough drew you back to the present, and you listened as he continued. "I don't think I've ever felt as scared as I did today when you fell. I'm going to do everything I can to help you heal, but if you don't want me here then I'll leave at dawn. I'll do anything for you."

"Oh Legolas," you whispered, "I don't need anything. I only need you. I love you, too."

He looked back down at you and slowly sat next to you. "Are you sure?"

"Of course."

He made as if to get up and go to his bedroll, but you grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

"Will you stay with me?"

"Yes."

He lay down next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, careful not to move your leg.

As you both got drowsy, you whispered "Sleep well melleth nîn."

He whispered back "Gi mellin (i love you)," and you both drifted to sleep.

When you woke in the morning, the sun was out, the birds were chirping, and Legolas' soft breathing filled your ears. You sat up to see the rest of the fellowship looking and you and Legolas and silently each handing a few coins to Gandalf and Aragorn.

Legolas awoke, and, seeing the same scene as you, proceeded to yell out "Did every one of you bet against me except Gandalf and Aragorn?!"

[idjitlili]

They hate us cuz they anus

Eomer x reader

Summary: caring for merry the eve of battle as he misses pippin, he ends up asleep on your lap , but you are so tired that you cannot move him. This leads to certain person helping you.

Word count:2016

On the way to where you would set up tents for rest on the eve of battle of Pelennor Fields. Merry had been very upset about having to be separated from Pippin, so much so he was moping around. He sat on the horse , you behind him.

You had met Eomer when searching for merry and pippin , when you had crossed the lands of Rohan. It was rare to see a women , a young only aswell dressed in clothes commonly a man would wear,plus with weapons upon her. You had been wearing a large tunic , that went very low, it wasn’t yours it was your fathers, he wouldn’t have agreed for you to join the fellowship. Gandalf requested you too , so you did you stole your fathers armour and weapons and clothes. Your pants now into shorts as they weren’t lose like your shirt because they were in fact yours, you had cut them so you would be able to run easily.

Your fathers armour was lost because you couldn’t barely run with , you made sure to note to replace them when you got a chance. Yet your fathers sword still laid upon your belt. Your hair had been braided tightly back by legolas , he was very kind to offer, as he noticed you struggled with it in your face when fighting. You would’ve done it yourself but you really couldn’t be bothered. You faced laced with sweat , you pant slightly, this was the most running you had down this whole quest.

Eomer had eyed your group suspiciously, you were a shy girl around new people, it was different when talking to your friends. you had coward behind legolas and Aragorn. That was until , Eomer had began talking to you. “And why does a women accompany a group of men?” You spoke loudly to, you gulped up at the man, almost not knowing how to speak, he was indeed handsome. “Uh...I w-wish to save my friend m-my lord.” You voice shaky as you spoke , Eomer nodded at you , he understood you wasn’t much of a talker, he decided to leave you alone.

Yet he admired you for being a female , especially when it was frowned down on. He had gave you two horses, you had mounted behind Aragorn, looking back at Eomer he smiled at you which you returned with a small blush upon yo ur cheeks.

Yeah so now you sat upon a horse with merry, hopping off, then lifting merry off too. You went to put him down but he shook his head ,” can you carry me a while y/n?pleaseeeee.” He pleaded wrapping his arm around your neck. You held on your hip with one arm. “If I must .” You replied ruffing his hair with your other arm.

You were staying in a tent with eowyn and merry , yet the tents were still being set up, so you just walked around for a couple of hours with merry on your hip, that was until he was hungry. Yet he wouldn’t let go of you , so you grabbed some potatoes and sat next to Eomer on the log , with a knife and pot. You placed merry onto your lap, while you peeled the potatoes, and diced them placing them in the pot with water. Eomer watched you as merry hold the pot. After you had completed that you placed the pot on the fire, still holding merry. Merry was starving and didn’t forget to remind you everything two seconds, you tried to keep your cool, damn this must be what it feels like to be a mother.

“Is he always like that?” Eomer asked from next to you chuckling, merry let’s out a ‘OI.’ You rub merry s shoulder with your hand. “Not usually, you just miss pippin don’t you. I guess I’m his replacement.” You smirk at merry knowing jts absolutely true. “No, you are my mother.” You gasp at his answer , pulling the pot from the fire onto the ground, to cool.

“If I was I think you would be taller plus you are older than me.” Eomer laughs at you , merry just hugs tighter, “still my ma.” You giggle , now mashing the potatoes turning it into mash before giving it to merry. Who eats it like if they had a time limit of a minute otherwise they would disappear. “I’m not surprised he thinks you are, you carry him around for hours , feed him and now he’s falling asleep on you.” Eomer had whispered, Merry had eaten and now lay against your chest eyes fluttering closed

“You are very right.” You smiled up at Eomer, it was late , you sat next to Eomer for hours, briefly chatting, your eyes began to feel heavy. You began drifting off to sleep, that is until Eomer whispers your name , you slowly open your eyes at him “yes?” You spoke barely above a whisper.

“I think it’s time you get to bed.” You groan, knowing you have to walk. “But... the tent is so far away, and then I have to carry merry too.” You drag out , tiredly. “You are in the same tent as eowyn? You nod your head at Eomer eyes closed. Then you feel someone lifting you bridal style , with merry on your chest. “Whaaat” you reply , as the strong arms carry you to your tent with easy. “Sleep y/n.” Thats all it takes for you fall asleep.

Once you woke up in the morning, Merry was cuddled into your side , in your bedroll with you. Eomer must have carried you to your bed, eowyn probably teased her brother, for doing so. It was unusual for Eomer to behave this way, he always act tough infront of everyone but he was just a softie and he showed that to you last night. He was only like that around 1his sister , he was indeed a kind man. I

The next time you talked to Eomer , was after the ring was destroyed and at Aragorns ball in celebration of him claiming his right to the throne of Gondor. You wore a dress that Eowyn had forced you too, it was a navy blue dress like the tunic you wore when you first met Eomer. It was only a simple dress, you really would have preferred to be at home eating potatoes or something. But instead you would stood at the side away from the dance floor near the food.

Now merry and pippin were reunited , merry had told pippin all about his time with you and you being his human mother. Now pippin insisted that you were his mother too, forcing you carry both of them, on your hips, Frodo and Sam laughed at you as the hobbits swung about on you Eating some sort of cake.

You stayed like this for a while trying to get the hobbits to behave, then Eomer had approached you with a huge smile admiring your kindness. Your h/c hair that is loose fell upon your face due to the movements of the hobbit. Eomer stood infront of you , the hobbits looking at him in confusion, you looked past your hair at Eomer smiling.

“Merry , pippin could I speak to your mother please?” He had asked politely, you blushed at his words , giggling at the hobbits that looked at Eomer in disgust. “You hurt our ma , you become a kebab king.” Merry growled and pippin hissed at him. “That’s enough , go annoy legolas hm?” With that you leant down placing them on the floor and then they ran for legolas nearly knocking a bunch of people over.

You stand up , looking at Eomer , pushing your hair from your face. “What did you need to ask me ,king of Rohan?” Your voice is quiet , as you fiddle with your hands. “Just Eomer ,no need for formalities, miss y/n. I was wondering if you would talk a walk with me?” His face turnt slightly red ,with nervousness.

“Just y/n then Eomer, and yes I will.” You smile at him, as he offers you his arm which you take as he walks you to the gardens. He was dressed in navy too Damn, Eowyn must have done that on purpose. It was no surprise, when ever he would walk near you in that bar which legolas and Gimil has that drinking contest, your face would flash red. Eomer smiled at you , once you had reached a the gardens that were covered in sunflowers,the music barely audible.

He had brought you to a stop, his hands grasping yours, before he spoke “would you dance with me? I didn’t want to ask you to dance in there, as I couldn’t help but notice you get very nervous infront of large crowds.” His voice full of kindness , he was a very respectable man, and indeed handsome. You face blushed, you nod your head eagerly,”but I do not know how..” you look at your feet , that wore navy slippers. His hand let go of your hand to pull your chin up slowly “it doesn’t matter, we can just sway.” You send him a hopeful smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as his come around your waist.

He guides you to sway with him, looking you in the eyes smiling. “Thanks for saving me from the hobbits , I was sure my back was going to give in.” He chuckles at you ,” you are very welcome, anything for you.” You blushed at his words. “...uh like why can’t they pretend Gandalf is their mother and swing off him like he’s a tree. “

“If they did I’m pretty sure he would’ve turned them into frogs.” You giggle at him , “yeah then they would came after me , ‘oooh kiss me’ no thank you.” You bury your head into his chest laughing hard he just holds you still swaying, laughing with you.

After a few minutes you calm down and Eomer breaks the comfortable silence, when you look back into his eyes.” I’m guessing you don’t like being kissed?” You face turned beet red “uh..it’s just I wouldn’t want to kiss a frog, plus I-I’ve never been kissed before.” You look away from him embarrassed. “Oh..why not you are so beautiful.” He questioned, causing you to blush even more than before.

“B-because no one ever wanted too..” he cups your cheeks so you can’t turn away from you “well I know that’s not true at least one person does.”

“W-who?” Your eyes search his eyes for answers , before he whispers “may I kiss you?” You nod your head nervously , he leans forward down slightly to meet your lips with his soft ones. You can taste the wine on his lips before he pulls away. You hug him tightly “thank you.” You mutter into his shoulder, which he pulls you right to him. “ may I court you y/n” he whispers into you hair , “yes” not even a second later , pippin and merry are dragging you by the hands.

“No no , stay away from our ma, we are her children she doesn’t need more.” Merry shouted at Eomer.

“ I almost die but I survive only for you to try steal our ma.” Pippin growls.

“Hey hey, my sons Eomer will carry you on his shoulders how about that?” The hobbits eyes light up, Eomer looks at you in surprise, you gesture him let them up. He kneels , sitting there hobbits on his shoulders, they hold on to each other, whilst you grab Eomer a hand, as you walk into the hall again, only to get a bunch of eyes on the three of you, eowyn laughs along side faramir.

“They hate is cuz they anus.” You spoke in a low pitch voice , nudging Eomer.

“ maybe it’s time we take our children home?”

[happilykrispypirate]

For 60 years

Summary: Legolas x reader. You and Legolas have been best friends since the day you met when you travelled with Bilbo, Gandalf and the dwarves.

Warnings: None

Masterlist

You had joined the fellowship, Legolas was of course both happy and unhappy you joined.

Happy, you were with him. He can make sure you don't get hurt.

Unhappy, he was afraid you were going to get hurt.

Nevertheless you ignored his protests and went with them.

You had stopped and Boromir was training Merry and Pippin to fight with a sword which ended in them tackling him to the ground earning a cheerful chuckle from everyone.

Gimli was bragging about how many battles he had fought in and how skilled he was. To be honest you were getting fed up and a little irritated.

Of course you loved Gimli as a friend, he was quite a funny dwarf but it's THAT time of the month.

"You know dwarf I've lived longer than you times 6. I've killed more than you have in your lifetime and than you ever will but do you see me bragging about it to everyone? No." You snap.

Gimli throws his head back as he chortles, "I atleast don't make up false stories, lass. You can't even lift a sword. I could put you down in a split second."

This time it's Legolas' turn to laugh, "You have met her right?"

"How about a little wager? Boromir is an excellent fighter. If she can beat him I owe you a sack of gold. He beats her, you owe me a sack of gold." Gimli says.

"You're on." Legolas smirks.

You give Legolas a look, "Yes I will share the gold with you." He says and you smile.

You walk over to Boromir, "I'll go easy on you." He says and you smirk.

He takes the first swing. You duck and swipe his feet out from under him.

He lands on his back, you knock his sword into the air, you catch it and hold both swords to his neck.

"I underestimated you." Boromir smirks in a way that gives you chills.

Not the good type.

You smirk and flip the sword into the air and you turn around. The sword lands right next to Boromir's head.

You sit back down next to Legolas who hands you half of the coins.

"Thank you." You smile looking at him.

"No problem." Legolas smiles looking at you, and just behind his head you see Gandalf handing Boromir a few coins who puts it in a little sack.

"What are you two betting?" You ask making Legolas look at them.

"Nothing." Gandalf says. You shrug it off thinking it's not important.

"Let's get going. I think we're well rested." Frodo says.

You walk over to your horse and mount it. You trudge off behind Gandalf.

"Those were quite some moves back there." Boromir says a while later walking next to you.

"Oh thank you." You say in a monotone.

"You know, if I'm honest I didn't think a class as beautiful as you could fight that well." He says, you internally cringe.

"Oh uh." You stutter unsure of what to say, of course you know what you want to say but you don't want to go that far.

You turn around and see Legolas glaring at the back of Boromir's head.

"So my lady, are you spoken for or not?" Boromir says making you look back at him.

"My personal life has absolutely nothing to do with you. I'm not interested in an arrogant man who only seeks one thing." You say.

"You are mistaken, you truly are beautiful but I see more than just that I-" you cut him off.

"I do not care what you see. I am smart enough to see right through your lies. Men like you only seek one thing and you cannot find that here. If you were smart enough you would move from my side." You snap.

Boromir groans and then moves forward, you smirk.

Legolas walks next to you and holds up his hand, you smile and give him a high five.

"That's my best friend." He says and your heart sinks.

Yes, you have feelings for Legolas, you have had them for 60 years. You doubt he has any for you.

As those words left Legolas' mouth, he felt his chest tighten. He didn't want to say those words, he has loved you for 60 years and never got the guts to tell you. He doubts you feel the same for him.

-

"Finally a peaceful night's sleep," Merry says as he lays down in his spot.

"These woods are well protected so you will sleep peacefully." Gandalf says.

(I know he isnt in this scene but this is not the movie nor the books so I dont have to follow the original storyline.)

"As if that's going to make me feel better." You mumble under your breath.

"Are you going to sleep?" Sam asks you as he sees you sitting on a big rock.

"I will be fine Mr. Gamgee, please sleep. You need it." You say with a small smile.

Sam smiles slightly and then lays down.

"You need it too." Legolas whispers trying not to disturb the others.

"I don't need sleep." You whisper back.

"Yes you do, you haven't slept for days." He whispers.

You sigh and grab his hand leading him further away. You sit down leaning against a tree stump with Legolas towering over you.

"I can manage without sleep." You say.

"Yes you do." He says and sits down next to you.

"I'll keep watch, you go to sleep." You say.

"I won't go to sleep until you do, and there is no need to keep watch. This place is safe." He says looking at you.

You ignore him and look at you twiddling fingers. Legolas sighs, "Fine, I'll help you keep watch."

"I don't need help and you need rest." You say.

(I'm seriously getting tired just writing this and it's like 3pm rn)

"You're my best friend I don-" He gets cut off by you standing up and walking away, "Where are you going?"

"Don't follow me."

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"Come on, Legolas just give her time."

"Give her time she hasn't spoken to me for a whole week! I tried talking to her but she just walked away." Legolas exclaims.

"Maybe you just said something wrong." Pippin says.

"I don't know what I said. I didn't even finish my sentence before she stormed off." Legolas says.

"What did you say?" Merry asks.

"She was arguing about me not going to sleep and deciding to stay awake with her. I told her she was my best friend-" Legolas was cut off by everyone slightly wincing.

"Oh ouch. That's probably why." Gimli says.

"Because I told her she was my best friend?" Legolas asks confused.

"Yes, have you seen how she looks at you?" Aragorn asks.

"She looks at me no differently than I look at her."

"Exactly, you two are so smitten with each other. You can't keep your eyes off her." Gandalf says.

Before anyone could say anything else Legolas storms away looking for you.

-

You stare out at the land before you and sigh deeply. "I can't believe I was so stupid! Fell in love with my best friend. Of course he only sees me as a friend." You groan out loud.

"I don't see you as a friend." A voice says startling you. You turn to see Legolas.

You quickly try to walk away but he grabs your wrist and pins you to the wall.

"No, don't walk away." He says, "Please don't go."

"What is it you want?" You ask.

"I wanted to talk to you. I've been trying to this past week but you kept walking away." Legolas says.

"I didnt want to talk to you." You say.

"Why?" He asks.

"I didn't want to talk to you knowing you see me just as a friend. I love you, have for the past 60 years! And I just-" you were cut off by a pair of lips on yours.

You soon realise it's Legolas'. Without hesitation you respond immediately, your lips move in sync and both your hands travel to his hair.

His hands leave your wrists and he plants them on your waist. He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss.

The kiss ends and you two are left staring in each other's eyes. "You don't know how long I've waited to do that." Legolas says.

"I'm guessing just as long as I have, so 60 years." You say and smile.

Legolas chuckles, "Let's go back inside. The others are probably wondering where we are." He says and intertwines your fingers.

"Mhmm, I wonder who's going to win the bet." You say.

"What bet?" He asks.

"A few weeks ago I saw Gandalf and Gimli place coins into a sack so I assume they made a bet on us." You say.

"We'll see now won't we." Legolas says. "I'm not ready to go back yet, let's dance." You say and drag him to the dance floor.

Your arm wrap around his neck and his wrap around your waist.

"Look!" Merry points towards you and Legolas.

"My- they actually did it." Aragorn says.

"After 60 years." Gandalf says and then holds his hand out to Gimli.

"What did you bet?" Sam asks. "I said he they would get together before Aragorn is crowned and he said after." Gandalf says.

"Bloody, stupid, idiot." Gimli rambles on earning a laugh from everyone else.

"They look so happy." Frodo says.

"They do." Pippin says.

"I love you." You say to Legolas.

"I love you too." He smiles and leans in to kiss you.