#trollshaws

[saephrond]

The Angle of Mitheithel — Where the rivers meet and the land, wrapped in the colours of Autumn, rests quietly.

[theworldsoftolkein]

2nd Breakfast - by Raoul Vitale

[ladydwarfbadari]

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

[a-little-hobbit-hole]

"Deep down here by the dark water lived old Gollum, a small slimy creature. I don't know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was Gollum."

My first time seeing Gollum's Cave (I always get lost in Goblin-town), and it looks just as expected: dark and lonely. Nennith got to spend some time exploring the small cave while looking for Bilbo's buttons. But now it's nice to chase the chill away by being back in Rivendell to continue the Bingo quests!

[icarusfrommars]

for lotro GeoGuessr!

The tall red trees and the elven ruins make me think of the Trollshaws so I'll guess near Nan Tornaeth? In that area for sure.

[lordofthesimps]

What are my Angmarim besties picking today?

Wrong answer only!

I start:

- Pipe weed for Amarthiel.

[ekuruga]

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

“ look at me. “ (Hal?)

Looking at Beleg was the last thing they wanted to do right then. But he wasn't giving them much choice in the matter.

"Just let me leave."

Dark grey eyes, which were normally clear of any emotions, burned with 50 years worth of bottled up pain, frustration and defeat.

@thegreatstrongbow

[rohirric-hunter]

Sometimes I have to reverse wiki link hole myself in order to find information on the LotRO wiki.

Right now it's unique named wood-troll wandering around northern Chetwood -> group of hunters camped by the lake in the north-eastern corner of the region -> horse farm whose name I remember but can't spell -> wrapped horse whistle starts quest that leads you there

And then I have to hope that pulling up the page for "wrapped horse whistle" is in fact going to offer me a proper road of links to get to the page I actually want

[saephrond]

"—One could linger forever in such beauty. But, perhaps, it is the brevity of Autumn that lends to its charm.

[theworldsoftolkein]

The Trollshaws

[morningnoodles]

trollshaw thorin doodles

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 22 - Reopening Wounds

Platonic Aragorn x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Aragorn has no time to rest and breaks the stitches on his wound.

Warnings/Notes: None really

Word Count: 1260

  “I’ve tied this well enough, right?” You finished sewing the wound shut on Aragorn’s side though you didn't cut the thread yet in case something needed fixed. It was your first time ever having to sew a wound and it was even harder that it was on your best friend. But Aragorn guided you through gritted teeth and in the end you were pretty proud.

  Aragorn scanned the wound once more and then nodded confidently. “Looks good to me.” He smiled at you. “Perhaps you should have taken a career as a medic instead.”

  “Hah. I could never.”

  “Neither could I.” He stood up slowly, wincing at the stitches on his tender skin. The orcs blade had been unexpected. It would’ve sliced him in half if he hadn’t moved just in time. Still, it left a significant gash left all down his side that gushed blood. “I hope this won’t slow us down. We cannot waste time to Rivendell.”

  You steadied him with a hand on his arm. “I’m sure it won’t. Rivendell is but a few days away from here.”

  Aragorn just nodded grimly in response before picking his things back up.

  You both walked for a while, passing through the forest peacefully whilst scouting a place to camp out for the night. Neither of you mentioned that you would be resting soon but you could tell Aragorn was tiring. He was still a little weak from the blood loss, not to mention he probably hadn’t slept in days as he’d fallen into a habit of “forgetting” to wake you for your watch.

  Finally you found a nice little place, an outlook beneath some rocks with a fallen log overtop as well, the perfect shelter for the night. You were about to set your bag down when you noticed Aragorn bending down and running his fingers along the ground.

  “What is it?” You asked, joining him.

  Aragorn traced a large track with his pointer finger as though committing the shape to memory. “These are strange tracks.” He whispered, half to himself. Then he lifted his head in your direction.  

  You met his gaze with a sigh. Even when exhausted and weak, Aragorn couldn’t turn down an adventure, nor the chance to make sure of your safety.

  “Fine.” You sighed.

  The two of you set off further into the darkened woods of the Trollshaws, one torch between the two of you. The ground was covered in fallen leaves that crunched no matter how carefully you stepped.

  For a while it almost seemed like the tracks were endless and you were walking towards, well, nothing. But then it came into view.

  A tall, looming cave stood only a few feet away. Inside was the sound of heavy, incoherent grumbles that could have been English with a little improvement. You couldn’t see what was inside, but you knew almost immediately just by the sounds.

  Trolls.

  Trolls roamed through the Trollshaws, hence the name, but they were often easily controlled by the elves who kept the main paths clear. They must not have been aware of these ones.

  You and Aragorn exchanged a glance. 

  He was feisty and bold, viewing this as a chance to aid Rivendell by slaying another foe. You were the more level headed one and grabbed his arm as he touched the hilt of his sword.

  “You’re in no condition to fight.” You warned lowly. “We will return when you have healed.”

  Aragorn’s brows furrowed. He hesitated, torn between his nature and reality. Then he heaved a sigh and turned to you. “Alright.”

  The silent agreement was made and you turned around to leave.

  But someone had already found you.

  Another troll stood tall and heavy. It wasn’t the biggest troll either of you had encountered before but it was strong and angry. In one hand it clasped a worn club, and its other had its fist clenched.

  “Run.”

  You and Aragorn spoke at the same time and took off. 

  You managed to make it out of the little ravine you’d wandered into, but you noticed Aragorn–or the lack of him–almost immediately. When you turned around you found him fighting the troll.

  No curse word in any language was enough for you to exclaim. You just let out some sort of shout and then running back.

  The battling alerted the other troll who now emerged from the cave. You drew your bow from your back and began firing off as many arrows as you could. You knew they wouldn’t kill the creature but you hoped to at least drive it away.

  From behind you Aragorn let out a surprised cry. You didn’t get the chance to turn and look before the orc practically threw him. He went flying past you and slammed into some rocks before slumping to the ground.

  With Aragorn knocked out and visibly wounded, you realized you were now alone to face these beasts. A feat you couldn’t do. Not in the darkness and with only a few arrows remaining.

  So you chose to flee.

  You ran over to Aragorn and skidded to a halt beside him. He was slowly coming back to consciousness, eyes weakly opened and moving around, though they were unfocused and blurry.

  “Come on. Get up!” You slung your arm around his torso and tugged. Immediately you felt the blood from his previous wound staining your arm. The stitches had torn. Of course.

  Aragorn groaned at the movement but as the ground-shaking footsteps of the trolls came closer, he snapped out of his daze.

  The two of you ran as fast as you could into the woods, you in the lead and Aragorn fighting as best as he could through the pain.

  Eventually the troll sounds faded into the distance as the beasts gave up. You finally stopped running and Aragorn fell to his knees, head dipping forward as he gasped for breath.

  “Woah, hey, hey…” You knelt beside him, holding the torch close to his face. He was pale. Very pale. “Shit, you’re bleeding bad…”

  “Stitches tore…” Aragorn rasped. He pressed his hand to the wound and gasped at the pain. When he pulled his hand away it was slick and sticky with the same metallic liquid that covered your arm.

  There was no time to find shelter or a place to camp out. You pulled your cloak off and held it to the wound, wrapping it tight to still the bleeding. Then you pulled the needle and thread back from your bag.

  Aragorn was much weaker this time, too weak to give you instructions but he managed to hold the torch and give you light while you worked. You worked as nimbly and quickly as you could, ignoring his little grunts of pain as you pulled the needle through his skin, sewing the wound shut just as you had earlier.

  By the time you finished, Aragorn was nearly unconscious. Though when he felt you tie the thread off he forced his eyes open to inspect the wound. He gave you a weak, forced smile and nodded approvingly. 

  “No more moving. I am not doing this again.” You told him firmly and he nodded once more, eyes fluttering shut.

  “Yes ma’am…”

  You shook your head with a soft smile and laid him down. “Sleep. We’ll continue moving tomorrow.”

  Aragorn made no noise of protest and drifted off rather quickly, body drained from blood loss and needing rest to heal. You got him settled and sat at his side to keep watch for the night, hoping to never see another troll again.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Just to See You Happy

Rating: T

Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Warnings (to Hide Spoilers)

Status: In-progress (6/?)

Tags: Time Travel Fix-It | Family Feels | Adopted Sibling Relationship | Quest of Erebor | Meddling Valar | Unreliable Narrator Bilbo Baggins | Bookverse is basically a lie | Flashbacks to Bilbo raising Frodo

Summary: Frodo has carried the Ring and deserves as much rest as any mortal can bear. He refuses to see his mission as complete until Bilbo finds his happiness. When Valinor does not hold the answer he needs, he launches himself into the past into an adventure that doesn’t belong to him all in the hope of finding Bilbo’s happiness.

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New Chapter: Chapter 5- Before Tragedy Strikes

Bilbo just crooked his finger in an indication that Frodo should follow him. Being quieter than the dwarves by a long shot, they snuck away with none the wiser where Bilbo could point out what it was that grabbed his attention. A light just beyond the trees.

“I’ll show him burglar. ” Bilbo stated. “And after this, the company will get off my back about the other night.”

Frodo felt his heart hammering in his chest. He knew exactly what they were getting into. Trolls. And he wasn’t sure he was quite ready to deal with them. The last time he had gone up against a mountain troll, he had nearly been stabbed through, and it wasn’t like he had any mithril this time around to save him. At least these can talk, he supposed as he stayed right behind Bilbo. Whether that was better or worse, he was quite certain he was about to find out.

They exited the trees and came upon a clearing that had Frodo stopping in his tracks. The trolls. They were right there. Only…they were already stone! Frodo’s mind raced as he tried to figure out how the trolls had turned to stone before they got there. Had he somehow delayed the company? Was this what Gandalf snuck away to deal with? Who were they sneaking up on if it wasn’t the trolls? 

Bilbo must have realized Frodo was no longer following him as he doubled back and stared at him worriedly.

“What’s wrong?” He demanded.

“The trolls!” Frodo hissed. “They’re stone.”

Bilbo looked around them before shaking his head. “Why do you think they call this the Trollshaws?”

“Well yes, but…” 

“They’re not going to bother you. Now let’s move!”

Frodo carefully picked his way after Bilbo, a small part of him afraid that the trolls were just going to find their way back to life somehow. This wasn’t making any sense at all! Just what exactly were they getting into?

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