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[sotwk]

The halls are decked at the SotWK Blog!

Wallpapers don't always show up properly in every device/browser, so I thought I'd share a view of my Christmas-decorated blog page here!

The profile pic is by @emmanuellececchi, who graciously made a bunch of hoilday-themed icons for for everyone to use! You can check them out HERE! I'm deviating temporarily from my Thranduil pfp in favor of Legolas giving my other favorite blorbo a BIG HUG! In this house we stan Boromir!!! Brotherly love is what Christmas is all about!

Thank you to the ever-talented @baek-art, whom I commissioned to create my holiday picture! This is chibi little Legolas on a snowy day, hanging out and enjoying some hot chocolate with his big brother, Mirion (you might think it's Thranduil--but look at the green eyes!). If you're interested in commissioning Baek, their info and order form are HERE.

Have a Merry Holiday Season, everyone!!! Stay warm and cozy!

[quillofspirit]

2023 fic recs

If there's one thing to know about me, is that I love to read! and I love to share the good fics, so I figured I would put them all on one list💚

pssst! it's my first time doing anything like this, so if you have recommendations for the format, please do leave them in the comments or drop me a message! thanks xx

Key 🍬 fluff 🧯 spicy 🌡️ smut ⛈️ angst 🌪️ all

For people I have tagged, please let me know if there is anything you’d like me to add or remove — like a link to another account. It’ll be my pleasure☺️

Lord of the Rings (and related)

⛈️🧯Fuck the Forbidden pt. 1 by @entishramblings

Boromir x mermaidfem!oc Teens and Up but read the warnings carefully 9,500 words

Now I want mermaids in everything. why aren’t there mermaids in everything? The descriptions are so well done, everything is so vividly easy to visualize, oh I just loved it.

I am so hyped for pt 2!!

🍬⛈️ Healing Touch by @ass-deep-in-demons

Boromir x fem!oc Teens and Up 4,350 words

My film studies degree was very happy about the descriptions of movement in this one - it’s a little specific but hear me out. It’s much easier to see the actors playing the scene when it’s described this well! THAT ENDING, I have to say I joined Legolas, and I don’t have excuses.

I cannot wait to read the rest of the adventures of Joanna!

🍬 I Might Need to Kiss You by @fizzyxcustard

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader 400 words

I was squealing, this is so sweet. like the perfect little pick me up when you need a reminder, and Thorin is nothing if not a good king to his subjects 😇

🍬 Sweet Conversations by @glassgulls

Haldir x fem!reader Teens and Up 5,360 words

did I almost break my mouse when I clicked on this? noooo

Would I do it again? approximately 5 times since ☺️

Who doesn’t love sneaking around and kissing pretty elves, especially when they propose the idea so nicely… Just read it, you’re welcome

⛈️🧯Transformed by @sotwk

Thranduil’s son OC x fem!reader Teens and Up 2,400 words

There are at least two werewolves! When I tell you I read it three nights in a row, just to truly catch all the little things that made me go absolutely feral this so lovely to read. Yes, there’s gore (only a little bit) and there’s angst, but there’s also dialogue that would be made into gifs were it a movie.

Pirates of the Caribbeans

🌪️Catch the Wind by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

James Norrington x fem!oc Explicit 418,000 words

101 chapters of epic, pirates, and sweetness. The definition of you will suffer and you will like it. I finished this in like two days, because I couldn’t put it down, like a child on Halloween night going through their whole bag of candy.

⛈️🍬 Fallen Through Time by eriathiel (@esta-elavaris)

Catch the Wind AU Mature Ongoing; 34,000 words

12 Chapters so far, but it’s probably going to make me want to read everything about Theodora again. I am very normal about this character. 😌

Other fandoms

🌡️One of Those days by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x fem!reader Explicit 750 words

Sometimes you need to be taken care of, and sometimes its easier to take care of others.

🍬Patience by @velvetcloxds

Charlie Swan x fem!reader Just straight cuteness 600 words

A cute yet serious conversation with Charlie

🌡️That Takes Trust Darlin by @capricornafterdark

Jason Todd x transmasc!reader Explicit 1,950 words

It takes a lot of trust to tell a person about your desires, and even more when you spend your time catching villains.

🌪️ What Happens After You? by StrengthBeforeWeakness

Ominis Gaunt x fem!oc Mature 219,000 words

A badass Ravenclaw, sweet sweet Garreth, and dark!Sebastian. I am tempted to say it’s almost a Hogwarts Legacy AU because the lore in this fic is so incredible, it feels new again.

These are my headers and dividers, please do not use them.

[fellowshipofthefics]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thranduil (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s), Thranduil (Tolkien)/Original Character(s) Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Legolas Greenleaf's Brother(s) Additional Tags: Family Drama, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Romance Summary:

The Elvenqueen is caught in the first orc attack to occur in the Woodland Realm in centuries. King Thranduil gathers his sons to discuss the incident and what they intend to do about this unexpected new threat.

[cloverkingsmith]

girls who are summoners and have an armored form >>>>

[estethell]

Adar and Kathet, commission for @ladyk8tie ✨

Congrats again for winning @sotwk 's 400 Celebration!!!

[ladyoflindon]

Across the Seas (Ereinion Gil-galad, Rings of Power)

Author's note: My OC, Itarille, is the younger sister of Elrond and Elros. Gil-galad has just asked to court her recently. Takes place way before the events of Rings of Power. Can be read as a reader insert, and either as a standalone or part of my upcoming Tolkien fic series. From @sotwk "Comfort Fic Writing Challenge".

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It was a nice day, Itarille thought to herself. She was sitting on the windowsill in her chambers, overlooking the sea. Her ears picked up the faint sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shores. Her grey eyes, so like those of her older brothers, drifted back down to the book in her lap.

Adûnaic, the language was called. From the land of Númenor, Elros' kingdom. She was reading a book about the island kingdom's history with the sea.

“From the dawn of Númenor, our fate has been intertwined with the sea. It guides, it judges, it endures. The sea is always right.”

It was a longstanding belief of the people. Itarille glanced out of the window once more, her eyes fixed on the blue waves of the ocean. It seemed calm, serene, steadfast. Just like how Númenor should be. How the Eldar should be. How she should be, considering that she would soon marry the High King and become Queen of Lindon.

She flipped the page, deciding to move on from the poetic passage. On the next page, there was a portrait. A man, regal, with high cheekbones, gazed back at her with eyes so familiar. His raven hair was mixed with streaks of white, and age was so visibly shown on his face.

Elros Tar-Minyatur, the description below the portrait read. Founding King of Númenor. Itarille hadn't gazed upon a painting or portrait of her brother in so long. It had been too long since his passing, but for her, it felt like yesterday.

The day Itarille had received word of Elros' passing, it was as if the floor had collapsed from beneath her feet. When she'd heard it, Itarille was at dinner with the High King. The news was delivered to him by a messenger, then him to her. When the last word had left his lips, Itarille stood up abruptly and fled. She remembered the look in Gil-galad's blue eyes. Those blue eyes, blue like the sea.

She and Elrond grieved. He did his best not to show it, maintaining the stern facade of the High King's Herald, but Itarille was different. She had locked herself away in her chambers, sitting on this very windowsill, gazing out at the sea which Elros had sailed away on the day he decided to be counted amongst Men.

She had known that day would come, but it didn't hurt any less.

A knock on the door brought Itarille out of her reverie. Wiping the tears from her face hastily, Itarille spoke softly, "Come in."

The door opened gently, and in stepped Gil-galad. As usual, he was the picture of elegance and serenity, clothed in robes of a deep blue, a departure from his usual gold. His gold crown of leaves was nowhere to be seen, and his deep brown hair tumbled down his back in waves.

"My lady," Gil-galad spoke in that velvety voice of his, bringing Itarille's hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to her fingers, "how I've longed to see you so. This day has been dreadful without your presence at my side."

Itarille didn't respond, her mind still whirling with the memories from Elros, the memories that reading that book had stirred up. Gil-galad noticed her silence, the lingering tears in her grey eyes. He was about to ask if everything was alright, when he saw the Adûnaic book on her lap and he understood.

"You were thinking about him, weren't you?" Gil-galad asked quietly. Itarille gave no verbal answer, only the nod of her head. After a moment of silence, Itarille finally spoke. "O-oh, Ereinion," she sniffled, a fresh wave of tears falling down her face. "I miss Elros."

"My love." Gil-galad pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. For a moment, they both said nothing, Itarille's sobs speaking for her. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, her tears staining the fabric of his robes.

"Why does it hurt so much?" She looked up at him, her eyes glimmering with tears.

"You loved Elros deeply. He was your brother, and like Elrond, your protector. Your closest confidante. It's natural to feel this way about him." Gil-galad exhaled. "It's alright to grieve, melda."

"But," he looked down at Itarille, wiping a tear from her cheek, "Elros wouldn't want you to cry for him. He loved you deeply and would wish for you to be happy. He'd want you to live a happy and long life. So, please, do not weep, my love. Live, for Elros, for Elrond. For me."

Outside, the flowers bloomed. The birds chirped. In the distance, the waves lapped against the shores. Somewhere up there, Itarille sensed that Elros was watching. The grief was still fresh, it would always be, but for now, in this moment, Itarille felt at peace. Gil-galad's arms tightened around her, the High King murmuring words of reassurance and love in Quenya, the language she adored.

Everything would be alright.

[two-white-butterflies]

Choose five of your favorite ocs (be it yours or another) and pass it on to 5 different people! Spread oc love

I haven't read a lot of fics with OCs lately, but here are my (few) favorite ones. (some of these are not OCS)

Queen Maereth from @sotwk. I love how motherly and feminine Maereth is. She is Thranduil's perfect match. I reread all the fics/headcanons about Thranduil and Maereth every month 🥺 I love all their sons. I could finish this post by naming all their children. If ya'll love LOTR/TH/ROP please check out sotwk's blog because it is the epitome of Tolkien loving.

Princess Saera Targaryen from coaxed you into paradise. This is a shameless self-plug in. I wrote her during a time where I was still honing my fanfic-writing powers. She isn't the best flawless OC, but she's the one closest to my heart ❤️ I'm a sucker for kind and feminine OCs, so I made her out to be everything that her sister isn't. Whereas Rhaenyra had to put on a strong front as the heir apparent, Saera had the freedom to be kind and flawed.

Reader in @youvebeenlivingfictional 's Bad Faith (x Harvey Specter). This is the best Harvey Specter fanfic in the ecosystem. You can insert yourself shamelessly in the reader part, as all the characters seem to act their character. There was an amazing characterization of Harvey, Mike and Jessica. The words that the author used, I can imagine being uttered in Suits. I LOVE THIS FANFIC SO MUCH!! 10/10

Reader in @edensrose 's When Darkness Reigns (x Thranduil, x Mairon love triangle). This is also one of my favorite fanfics. Constantly lives in my head rent free. I love how sassy Mairon is, but I also enjoy the characterization of Thranduil as he is corrupted by darkness to protect his people. Really dances will with Tolkien's motif: goodness cannot be determined by the destination, but the means to get there.

Theradis in @mismaeve 's Long Live The Queen (x Thranduil). Yes, I'm obsessed with Thranduil. I love the theme of corruption portrayed in this fic. Reminds me of that one episode in Encantadia where Mine-a was brought back to life, corrupted by evil, and forced to fight against the people that she loves. I love that even when fighting against each other, they can't ignore the pulse of love.

That's all! Thank you anon.

[art-by-moosie]

My first ever commission for @arcadian-dragon-riding is complete~! This is their Trollhunters oc, Allexis Lake, and it was such a fun challenge to do~!

Art tags: @estethell @ilovedainironfoot @sotwk @lathalea

If you would like to commission me, the information can be found in my pinned post. And if you would like to be added/removed from my art tags, just lemme know~

[celeluwhenfics]

Fanfic writer interview

Thank you @sotwk for the tag! I'm somewhat of a beginning author, so let's see if I have anything to say...

How many works do you have on AO3? 6

What's your total AO3 word count? 17,293

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

pHORSEuasion (Éomer / OC)

Perfect (Théodred / Boromir)

The Creek Game (gen)

Spoons (Éomer & Théoden)

Morwen Steelsheen and her daughters (gen)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes!!! There might be a delay if I'm busy, but I make a point of responding to every single comment, even if it's just to say thank you! I love comments!!!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? That would be Caeeli aux mains bleues, an Arthurian fic I wrote at 16. It's kind of cringe... and yes very angsty. I keep it around because there's no use being ashamed of where you started (although.....) and anyway most of my followers don't read French so they can't witness that weird teenage trainwreck for themselves 🙃 I also have plans (and lots of drafts) to re-write it entirely into something much, much more interesting, but it will have to wait after pHORSE is done.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? Perfect! Although it's merely a double drabble. But pHORSEuasion will have a sweet, happy ending and will sicken everyone around with sugary fluff!

Do you write crossovers? Does pHORSEuasion count as a crossover? I know that technically it's an AU (Jane Austen's Persuasion set in LotR universe), but it kind of has the spirit of crossover? Unless I misunderstand the concept.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Never.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? No... But never say never! 👀

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but I could translate them into French myself. Or turn the Arthurian fic into English. We'll see.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No! Alone in my head, so far.

What's your all-time favorite ship? Hmmm I really like Borodred, but at the moment I'm entirely taken by my Éomer/Rowena(OC) ship!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I WILL FINISH pHORSE I WILL FINISH pHORSE I WILL FINISH pHORSE I WILL FINISH pHORSE even if it takes me a decade.

What are your writing strengths? Erm, I think that one of my strengths is that I can draw from a wide variety of real-life experiences to make different settings and topics feel real and describe them with realism and depth?

What are your writing weaknesses? I'm sloooooooow. Wow I'm slow. Perfectionism, busy life, second language, complex plots, put all that together, and you get the pace of an arthritic snail on sleeping pills.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Old English is just too pretty! But I try to stay readable. (As if I had to restrain myself from fluently writing in Old English hahaha)

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? I'm happy with LotR, Austen and Arthurian legend! Maybe one day I will extend to Silmarillion!

What's your favorite fic you've written? Finished: Spoons. Quite proud of how I treated a difficult, rarely addressed subject there! But overall: pHORSE is my baby!

Tagging @konartiste @dreambigdreamz @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @emmanuellececchi @torchwood-99 and who else wants to play?

[sotwk]

The Sea Is Always Right (Elendil x OFC) - Part 1 of 4

Summary: The story of how the sea brought to Elendil his wife and the mother of his sons: a nymph in the service of Uinen, who had given up her world to join him in his.

Word count: 1.6k

Content: Romance, Comfort, Fluff, Magic, First Meeting, Mysterious Identities, Sea Nymphs, Reimagined Fairy Tale, SotWK AU and OC

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

To Read on AO3: Link

This chapter/ficlet is for @dilettantefeminist, who requested an Elendil fic. I hope you like this one. :)

Divider by @plum98

Chapter One

STRANGE TIDES INDEED

Second Age 3204

Andúnië, Númenor

“No--stop! Be careful!”

He snatched her wrist and yanked her hand away in time, before the freshly kindled flames, dancing in fiendish defiance of the seaside breeze, could burn her outstretched fingers. Elendil shook his head, his face swathed in warring halves of incredulity and frustration. But nothing registered in the girl’s expression as she blinked stupidly back at him. When he loosened his panicked grip, she simply withdrew her hand underneath the blanket wrapped about her and buried half her face behind her knees. 

Strange and stranger, Elendil thought, as he plopped back down on the sand. Silence resumed between them, its awkwardness mollified only by the crackle of the bonfire and the rhythmic crashing of waves. He had been a sailor long enough to have participated in the rescue of many near-drowned unfortunates. This one, however, had been a peculiar case from the onset, leaving the young lieutenant wondering whether the situation was too much for him to handle, and how quickly he could pass her on to someone else’s concern. 

He decided to try again. 

“The sun is low,” he began, prodding the fire between them idly with a stick. “If you have nowhere else to go, I know of an inn that will take you for the night. The innkeeper is a kind lady and a good friend of mine. You would not have to pay.”

Only because he would pay her way, but she did not need to know that.

Yet still the girl said nothing. In fact, it only worsened; suddenly she would not even look at him. Curled up into herself, she shrank fully underneath the saddle cloth he had given her off his horse’s back, to provide additional warmth on top of the shirt he had relinquished to guard her dignity.

It was easy enough to overlook decency when he first spotted her pale form prostrate on the shore, water sloshing up to her chest with every sweep of the tide. He leaped off his horse and ran up to pull her further ashore, away from the sea’s covetous reach. 

Once he had positioned her face-up, she was quick to regain consciousness. Before Elendil could lean in to check for pulse or breath, she opened her eyes. There was none of the gasping, coughing, or spitting of salt water that usually came from ones hauled from the deep. With the gradual ease of one waking from a light slumber, the stranger sat up on her own accord and faced Elendil where he crouched next to her. Her wide gaze locked directly with his, and she raised her hand, her fingertips hovering over, but never quite meeting, the hairs of his bearded cheek.

Only then did Elendil’s attention finally fall on the girl’s nakedness, for not an inch of her shivered, despite being thoroughly soaked and at the wind’s mercy. She made no effort to cover herself up. She just stared at him, her features morphing through a progress of expressions too obscure for him to read. 

As Elendil hurried to strip off his outer tunic and help her slip into it, questions rushed from his mouth. 

Are you all right?  Are you hurt?  What happened? How did you come to be in such a state?  What is your name? 

She did not answer, speak a word, or even utter a sound, which left Elendil to surmise that she had gone into shock from her ordeal. He led her inland to drier ground, where he proceeded to build a fire to help warm her up. As he worked he introduced himself, and told her where she presently was, assured her of her safety, and kept up a one-sided conversation using whatever other topics came to mind until he felt like a rambling fool. 

When he finally circled back to his earlier line of questioning, she remained entirely mute, repaying his efforts with that unwavering blank stare. Elendil wondered whether she simply required a hard shake to be broken free of her haze, but he balked at laying hands on such a pitiful waif. Perhaps she needed more time to regain control of her faculties? 

And so Elendil sat across the fire from her in watchful yet uncomfortable silence. He tried to ignore the stare that bore through him with such intensity and persistence. Gradually her gaze learned to wander off and study other things in their surroundings, from her own two feet to the rolling waves far across the blue horizon, but it always returned to Elendil.

Whether those eyes truly saw the things it beheld, was another matter. Elendil had his doubts, judging from the way she looked at him. Without fear, without curiosity, without confusion. Just…nothing. 

After nearly an hour of waiting, not much had changed…except Elendil’s forbearance had run out, leaving space for annoyance to sprout. He would have been home by now were it not for this unexpected detour, and there was nothing left for him to do if the strange girl could not, or would not, communicate with him. 

Elendil scrambled to his feet, a bit too sharply and without warning, yet she did not flinch. “We shall go then,” he announced firmly, to signal that he would accept no argument. “No doubt a hot supper and sleep on a soft bed will refresh you. In the morning you will feel much improved.”

That was the hope, at least. Elendil gave her a faint smile, which received no response like all the others, and walked a short distance across the beach to fetch his horse. 

Valar willing, Yavien would have better luck with the girl. The innkeep had much more experience dealing with all sorts of characters, and maybe a gentle woman would be better received. Leaving her at the inn was surely the correct choice.

Elendil took Súrion by the reins and smoothed a hand over the black courser's neck. He spoke quietly to the animal and began adjusting its tack, preparing him to bear a second rider.

And then he heard it. Soft, high notes carried by the sea breeze, swept into his ears where by its sweetness, it was immediately recognized. Elendil whipped around. The song. That wordless, unknown  melody that had haunted his mind, awake or asleep, recalled or unbidden, unceasing since that day the sea nearly claimed him.

That day he was saved. That day he awoke with the fast-fading memories of clinging to a driftwood plank, and of the desperate moment his strength failed after hours of fighting the raging current. He should have been lost to the deep forever. Instead he found himself with his back to the sands and his face to the dawn sky, bathing in a pale light and a beautiful hymn and a gentle warmth that embraced him from head to toe and told him he was not alone. 

Before his vision could clear, he felt a fleeting weight shift against his chest, and then the light and hymn and warmth all vanished to the sound of men shouting his name. Nearly a year had passed since, and Elendil still clung to those sensations, rejecting the claims of witnesses that there had been no rescuer, no others seen with him on that beach that morning. 

But this voice was indisputably real. It was no taunt in his head or spectre in his dreams. 

Elendil stood frozen for an age, listening. It was THE voice. As dear and as yearned for as the song that had been tormenting him with a crushing sense of loss.

And now, there they were. Both song and singer. Here. Elendil turned, and his feet moved on their own volition, leading him back to the bonfire. 

He fell to his knees. He bent over her, the girl still curled into a blanketed ball in the sand, her face tucked behind her drawn-up legs. Even as the song flowed from her, clearer and louder now up close, and undeniably his.

“You…” He swallowed hard, struggling to raise his voice above a hoarse whisper. “Was… was it you? Who sang to me?”

The tune faded from her barely parted lips as she slowly lifted her head, offering her that unchanged hollow stare. A heaviness gathered in Elendil's chest, choking his hopes. His hands clenched and unclenched. He did not know what to do with them. What he can do with them.

“Please… please, speak. I must know.”

Her brow furrowed with lines so deep it appeared a grimace. As though Elendil’s plea distressed her. Her gaze dropped slightly, resting somewhere in the narrow space separating them…and stopped there. She gasped as one doused by a wall of freezing water.

The transformation that sparked in her eyes spread quickly over the rest of her face, like the first burst of light at the sun's rising. Elendil looked down to find what had caught her interest. 

A spired seashell the size of his thumb, its even whorls colored in perfect patterns of gold upon silver, hung from a thong around his neck. It had fallen out of his shirt to dangle between them. The shell was the second gift that the sea left with him that day, placed upon his chest with the precision of intent. He had worn it everywhere since, to accompany the song and strengthen his faith.

“Elendil.”

She reached out and touched the shell with a single fingertip. His name on her lips spread her trembling mouth into a smile. His hand closed gently around hers, sealing the precious memento she had given him back in her grasp. 

“Elendil.” She whispered again, in the sigh of a traveler that had finally found their way back home. 

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[scyllas-revenge]

Masterlist of my favorite Boromir fanfics

Note: none of these are mine, they’re just fics from across the internet that I really enjoyed and recommend to anyone (like me) who can’t get enough of Boromir.

Absolute favorites I reread all the time: 💕

Multi-chapter

💕The Traveller by @roqueamadi​​ (rated M, 30k words, complete) - Boromir/tenth walker OC, adventure/romance

The Long Way Home by Glasschmetterling (rated E, 91k words, complete) - Boromir/OC, adventure/romance

 Strangeness and Charm by aybeexinfinity (rated E, 32k words, complete) - Boromir/skinchanger OC, adventure/romance

💕Prince of Gold, Prince of Stone by daphnerunning (rated E, 25k words, ongoing) - Boromir/Theodred, smut, romance, drama

One-shots

Boromir/reader romance:

Into the Light by @heilith​​ and @averil-of-fairlea​​ - fluff

💕Now by @heilith​​  (rated M) - angst, fluff, implied smut

💕Three of Hearts by @heilith​​ - drama, fluff

💕Touchy Feely by @heilith​​ - fluff

Good Intentions by @heilith​​ - fluff

Touch Me Not by @heilith​​ - drama, fluff

Night by Night by @heilith​​  - fluff (honestly just read anything by heilith lol)

An Honest Mistake by Isabel_Kirstein - drama, fluff

The Streets of Gondor by Isabel_Kirstein - fluff, angst

Small Smiles by @legolaslovely​​ - fluff, angst

💕Anything But This by @minaturefics​​ - yearning, fluff

Death(less) Dreams by @minaturefics​​ - angst, fluff

A Stranger by @mismaeve​​ - fluff

So Close by @beautifultypewriter - fluff, yearning

💕Breathe by @sotwk​ - yearning, fluff

Boromir/OC romance:

The Right Question by alexi_ohs - fluff

In Good Hands by brigantine - fluff, adventure

Béma's ass by @i-did-not-mean-to​​ - modern fluff 

Yearning by @i-did-not-mean-to - yearning (duh)

In the Still of the Night by Aria34 - fluff

💕Dandelions by @sotwk - fluff 

Boromir/Theodred romance:

felled by you (held by you) by theMightyPen - fluff

Gen fics:

💕Black Shroud, White Feathers by Icarus_is_flying - Boromir & the hobbits, adventure/angst

💕Heart by starlightwalking - Boromir & Eowyn friendship

The Horn of Gondor by @saentorine​​​ - fluff, Boromir is five years old

A Shadow and a Thought by starryeyedknight - asexual Boromir & Eowyn, Eowyn/Faramir

Smut (please don’t judge me):

Kinkmas 2022 (breeding and against a wall) by @darthglitterfanfiction​​ - Boromir/reader and Boromir/OC, respectively

Kinktober 2022 (sex pollen) by @darthglitterfanfiction​​ - Boromir/reader

Those Eyes by LordMonday - Boromir/Aragorn

And finally:

my own fanfic list with even more Boromir content, just in case :D

If y’all read and enjoy any of these fics, be sure to let the authors know! I’ve tried to include some lesser known stuff here, since it’s so easy for fics to get lost in the crowd, especially older ones. If you have any other recommendations, reblog with your additions!

Updated June 2023! (although I’m pretty sure I forgot a ton of other great fics so I’ll probably update again soon)

[quillofspirit]

Headcanon Tag Game ✨

Tagged by the lovely @esta-elavaris 💚

Tagging -hopefully for the first time-: @emmanuellececchi @sotwk @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras

I love this tag game! It's so fun and a creative way to think about characters.

rules: use this headcanon generator to make headcanons for your ocs! then talk about how accurate they are.

Éostré could easily survive The Hunger Games.

She knows enough about survival to survive well, and forced, she would win, likely to win a lot of audience favour.

Éostré has an incredible spice tolorance.

Oooh I love the implications of this one. Considering Gondor and Rohan though, I don't think so. She would absolutely try to power through and appear unaffected though. Tears running freely and red-faced, still insisting she likes it.

Cleia has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night.

More than a few times. Kalendora has picked her up and put her to bed with missions and announcements printed on her cheek.

Cleia can play the piano.

I don't know about piano but I think definitely guitar. It's easy to carry and take out around the bonfire for some singing. She has a lovely voice though, and she loves to sing in times of peace.

Kalendora forgets to eat sometimes.

I think she wouldn't! She is a very in-the-moment person, and she doesn't ignore her body's requests. Eating is one of the ways she enjoys life.

Kalendora role plays on discord.

I don't think she would roleplay, but she definitely gives animals voices and makes them have entire conversations. Sometimes Cleia and Kalendora have entire discussions through a cat, or a squirrel.

Avelina has a pet hamster.

I would definitely see her with a bunny, but I don't think it would be a pet, more of a wild befriended animal. But yes, she absolutely loves fluffy animals and petting them.

Avelina reads wattpad.

She does and she might have tried her hand at angsty and romantic stories as well, when Rivendell got a little lonely.

[fellowshipofthefics]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thranduil/Thranduil's Wife, Thranduil (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Thranduil's Wife Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Romance, Drama & Romance, Family Drama, Family Feels, Elves, Middle Earth, POV Second Person Summary:

On the evening of his coronation, a heavy-hearted Thranduil prepares for the ceremony with the help of his wife. Takes place in SA 3441, seven years after Oropher's death and shortly after the end of the War of the Last Alliance. 2nd Person POV is Maereth, Thranduil's OC wife in the "Sons of the Woodland King" series.

[emmanuellececchi]

Difference in reading

After reading @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras, @sotwk and @scyllas-revenge, I wondered why I never saw this "Gondor complex superiority" compare to Rohan. To be honest, I have no idea. I wonder if it is because I read it in French and I missed some cue. Or if I was just too young (I was 8 yo).

What I remember is that, when I read Lord of the Rings for the first time, Aragorn had this sadness, knowing Gondor would never be "as before". What I felt was that Gondor was this dying civilization, with people holding desperatly to their former glory. For me, it was why Denethor was desperate, why Boromir was feeling so sad, why Faramir was melancholic. They knew Gondor was on its decline and that nothing would stop it.

Even Aragorn was the last of his line, and even his children would not be as "before". And even this "before" was full of errors and mistakes, and terrible things, making Aragorn very self-conscious of his own, potential, failings.

Or at least, that's how I read it the first time. And it is still with me. For me, the feelings I had was that Rohan, the men, and women, of Rohan were the future of mankind, while Gondor was the last embers of and elden life that would never come back. That's why Rohan was alive, organic, vibrant in color while Gondor was stony and cold...

Anyway, those are the thoughts I had while reading about Eomer x Lothiriel and Eomer x OC and I wanted to share it with you.

[estethell]

Commissions for @sotwk 💫

I drew Fili and her beautiful female elf Oc 💕 Thanks you to commissioning me ✨

Commissions are open still on my Ko-fi💯

[hobbitwrangler]

Headcanon tag game

Saw @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras do this and had to give it a shot!

Rules: Use this headcanon generator to make headcanons for your OCs, and talk about how accurate they are.

I'll go for Eirlys, who is Boromir's partner in White Blossom.

No, Eirlys would not do very well a) in her family and b) in her position in Minas Tirith if she were not good at reading people. Having said that, she was not very good as a kid, which led to some uncomfortable interactions.

She'd only do this with people she's very close to, like family and close friends, and she certainly has when her brothers have come back from fighting.

No, she'd definitely be more of a dog person, due to being raised with them since childhood. But since her stepmother is very much a cat person, she's grown to appreciate them more.

Again, she wouldn't have got far in her position or her relationship with Boromir if she couldn't deal with negative opinions being thrown her way.

It's not quite 'canon' yet, but I like the idea of her and Boromir both having a crush on Forlong's daughter when they're in their early teens so I guess this is true. Cue dumb hijinks as they both try to impress her (it does not work).

tagging @sotwk @emyn-arnens @swanmaids @glorf1ndel if you'd like to do this!