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“…and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps all the greater.” [Haldir, pg. 349]
Hello ! As a newbie to the LOTR fandom, I thought I’d write a cheeky intro post for this side blog 🍃
ao3: wavesketcher
The Part We Play Pippin & Boromir | 7k | Hurt/Comfort
To Risk The Storm Aragorn x Legolas | 9k | Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining
“If Hope is my name, then allow me to hope for us.” Aragorn x Legolas | 7k | Childhood Friends to Lovers
I wrote the last chapter of ‘To Risk The Storm’ listening to this song….😭
Read the completed story here (and please do leave a comment 🍃)
Song: You, Me, Lonely by FIZZ
Another ‘To Risk The Storm’ update! Returning to Legolas’s POV…
He had needed air. He had needed the stars. Aragorn had described them briefly in his letter, though no tongue, even Quenya, could have done justice to the orchestra of starlight above the camp. They were there to receive Legolas’s gratitude, and oh how much he had to thank them for.
The elf had tipped back the hood of his cloak, leaned his bow (taken out of habit) against his leg and emptied his face into the radiant night. He did not want to thank them as a prince, or an archer, or even an elf. He wanted to thank them as a being made anew.
Aragorn’s hands in Legolas’s hair had gripped fierce enough to hurt his scalp. He had never expected such want, such need. The man’s body was alive to his every touch: it trembled, it quivered, it begged.
And then he entered hell.
At first, he had thought the land was silent. In his forest, there was never silence: the trees chattered to one another, the river sung. There was nothing but a desolate emptiness as he crept across the expanse between friend and foe, until he heard the moans — creaking moans, human moans — and Legolas understood that he was traversing over limbs half concealed.
He tried to keep his mind focussed on Aragorn. His gasp of shuddering pleasure, how his hand had slackened on Legolas’s hair with the release, how he had stroked it gently, lethargically, until he slipped into sleep. He is safe, Legolas repeated to himself, he is at peace in this moment. You gave him that peace.
Then he felt something grip his leg. Legolas looked down and was forced to swallow a scream.
Read the full chapter here! Comments are treasured 🍃
just finished my reread of ‘of men’ by aeolianharps
I’m not exaggerating when I say those last two chapters are my favourite in all the fanfic I’ve ever read ever ~ the tears on my cheeks !! I left a bazillion comments during my reread because authors love that (aka me I love that so pls don’t hesitate to spam if you enjoy my work hehe) 🍃
it’s been over a year now since I finished LOTR for the first time and discovered the ~glittering cave~ that is the Aragorn x Legolas tag on ao3… the prose & characterisation in these stories is genuinely breathtaking
basically all this ramble is to say that I love Tolkien and his world and characters and I love how much we all love Tolkien and his world and characters — and that we have crafted a radiant tragic gay ship out of a king of men and a prince of elves xx
alae!
‘To Risk The Storm’ has a new chapter!!
It was lighter outside than he was used to upon waking, and the soldiers were already eating a meagre breakfast.
“Dúnedain!” called one with a salute. “Is it true you have an elf in that tent?”
The soldier to his left grinned with all his missing teeth. “Some men get all the fun.”
Irritation flashed across Aragorn’s face, though he couldn’t blame the men for making light of what they couldn’t understand. Legolas, stubbornly though he would deny it, was a fish out of water in a camp of human soldiers.
Aragorn marched on towards the General’s tent, eyes scanning for signs of the elegant elf among the bedraggled men. If Legolas willed it, he could become completely invisible to prying eyes, melting into the eaves of a tree like a leaf returning home. There were no trees in the barren land beyond the camp — only blood soaked mud and felled bodies.
Aragorn suppressed a shudder. He loathed No Man’s Land.
You can read Aragorn’s POV chapter here… Prepare for more Protective!Aragorn (oh, and please consider leaving a comment 🍃)
actual footage of the aralas muse hitting me in the head today
will I respond????? To Risk The Storm is in need of an update...
The hobbits: “Help, help, we’re being attacked!”
Tom Bombadil, coming to their rescue:
trauma dumping at the Council of Elrond
Gandalf during the Hobbit: good god I wish Bilbo was more naturally in tune with his Took side I feel like I have to force it out of him
Gandalf during Lord of the Rings: TOO MUCH TOOK FUCK FUCK FUCK WHAT IS WRONG WITH PIPPIN
Gandalf arranging the traveling party for Thorin: clean, organized, a little mischievous but we have a contract so it's fine
Gandalf arranging the traveling party for Frodo: uhhhh fuckinnnn go to the bar I'll meet you there. dw about it.
you're a rohirric peasant arriving at helm's deep when you hear the future king of gondor miraculously survived his fall and there are 10.000 uruk-hai on their way to beat your ass. but it's fine, as the future king is kind, gives you hope and promises to fight by your side along with his dwarf friend and the otherworldly beauty of an elf who follows him around nagging him about his lackluster slumber habits. on the eve of battle you go to the castle's armory to be handed a sword, even tho you only know how to churn butter and look after the sheep, when suddenly the future king and the lovely elf start bickering in a different language. you assume it's a couple's quarrel, so you avert your gaze in modesty, until you hear the goddamn fucking king go "then i shall die as one of them!" before storming off. and you're left standing there like what. what the fuck? die?! what do you mean DIE as one of them?! what happened to HOPE? after everything you've been through and survived so far you're for sure going to DIE and this is how you find out? from the future king and his elven bombshell having a public lovers' spat?! man, fuck these guys!
Day 1. Weave (not in order)
I know perfectly well that to braid and to weave are two different words, but they weave too!
I really just miss the simplicity of s1 I think. I miss when Hawkins really did feel like a close-knit town, I miss when characters weren't all over the place, and there was just some type of grain in the film, even if it was filmed in 2015. I also miss the character building. Jim was a divorced alcoholic. Jonathan was a 'creep' and had a rough upbringing. Nancy was your typical popular, pretty schoolgirl, but she was in love with the so-called creep and could handle a gun. And Joyce was just a single mother, being driven to the brink of insanity. I just feel like nowadays, there's no time for character development, or no thought put behind it at all.
I really miss when stranger things did feel like an eighties, small town, cop sci-fi thriller with horror elements. Now it just feels like a long, drawn out season of some shitty marvel cash grab show.
Yes to all of this. I’ve been re-watching S1 in the wait for vol.2 and it’s just…. done so much better??? All of it. Script, character, set, cinematography. The budget is too fucking huge now and it’s draining the show of all its charm.
At this rate, think I’m gonna stick with S1-3 and call it a day. Never liked the Henry arc tbh; screams ‘fuck we need to come up with a longer backstory for these seasons we’ve been commissioned for”
my highlight of 2025 was reading The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion for the FIRST EVER TIME and becoming completely head-over heels in love with Middle Earth and all its silly little creatures*
*except Saruman, you can rot for what you did to the Shire
I love that Robin has no idea that her “love yourself, my gay brother in Christ” monologue is going to be playing in Will’s head as he fucking snaps demo bones in half like she’s gonna be insufferable to Steve about this when she finds out
You cannot always be torn in two
