Me: *looking at a porcelain hand in the home decor aisle of a store* if I lost my hands in some kind of tragic accident, I’d decorate my entire home with hand-shaped things. Then I’d invite guests over for like, dinner parties and such and sit there expectantly just basking in their discomfort.
My boyfriend: Do you hear what you say when you talk? Do you know what you just said to me?
Frodo Baggins, you will always be my favorite hobbit!
He sets out from the Shire already knowing that he probably won’t come back, and if he does, he will be forever changed. But he does it anyway, because the idea of the Shire and all of its people not existing is unthinkable. He saves the world, even though he knows that he can’t fully enjoy it in the same way that he did before. He saves it for his friends and for their families and for future generations so that hobbits can eat six meals a day and enjoy life and be silly and lovely.
And yeah, in that moment on Mount doom, after carrying the burden of the ring for all of that long horrible way, looking into that fire… He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t destroy it. But he always sort of knew in the back of his mind that he wouldn’t be able to destroy it and so did Gandalf. But the kindness of Frodo, the mercy, compassion, looking at a pitiful, miserable creature who hates you and deciding to spare its life, saves the world.
And then he doesn’t die on his quest, and he comes back home and it’s not quite the same home that he left behind, but it will heal and be just as beautiful as ever someday. And his friends have these lovely lives, and he still feels it, the pain of his wounds, of the ring, always weighing on his mind. A silent sort of grief.
And so he leaves middle earth. that place he worked so hard to save. He rests.
I can't explain how much this LOTR promo picture makes me laugh
You have the absolutely gorgeous, flawless Shire in the background, a cozy green paradise with the blue sky, shining sun and rainbow - like something out of a storybook.
Then there's Bilbo, dressed like a fancy chad in the middle of his hobbit paradise, smiling gleefully at this fucking evil ring: ya know he's going to keep that thing at all costs, even if it means something like biting Gandalf's hand.
And leaning into the foreground is our boy Frodo and he's not even giving us a scenery-appropriate happy expression. There's just this neutral seriousness with a barely recognizable hint of disgust. He's staring at the viewer like "Aw no you know what that means. Pls get me outta here". He's already dressed for travelling. He just KNOWS he's going to have to volunteer to get his ass kicked by a bunch of monsters because his uncle just wouldn't throw that damn jewellry away.
joe biden, you stupid fuck. listen to me. Crimes are legal for sitting presidents as long as they’re official actions. Listen: Joe. You have one chance
Even if he decides not to do, y'know, the obvious, there's gotta be some creative ways he can fuck shit up for Trump. Nothing he does in terms of actual policy will stick, but make Trump spend his first hundred days undoing Biden's last 75.
Especially make him undo stuff that will be incredibly popular. Executive order legalizing marijuana nationwide. Declare a free pizza party for the whole country, scheduled for the first week of February.
Declassify Trump's IRS records, his FBI file, and everything available about his personal habits during his previous stay in the White House. Did he ever order any pay-per-view porn? Clog a toilet? The American people deserve to know.
I'm just spit balling here; I'm sure there are even better ideas.
Honestly resigning so that the country gets a black Asian woman President whether the assholes like it or not would be the funniest thing he could do all on its own.
My favorite part of a potential Biden resignation is that it would fuck over all the people who are, right now, making "47" merch to capitalize on Trump's second term.
lotr but nobody knows anything about the other races
Pippin thinks Legolas is a woman
Boromir is convinced that the hobbits are all 15 max
Everyone thinks that Merry and Pippin are twins, except for Legolas, who is convinced the hobbits are quadruplets
Sam thinks that Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas don't have to eat to survive
Legolas doesn't mention things he sees or hears because he thinks the others have noticed them too and just assumes they have a plan
Pippin complains that he is hungry and Legolas just gives him a handful of grass. Pippin is so confused that he just takes it, and now Legolas tries to figure out what hobbits can eat by just giving them random shit, like
Things the hobbits have accepted and likely eaten later (a list by legolas)
-Grass - Leaves
-Stones - a hair tie
-A feather - one of Gimli's shoes
The hobbits and Gimli just assume that this is what elves eat
Can I just go on record to say that it is an absolute WASTE that Elijah Wood did not star in more period dramas and did not get to wear armor onscreen beyond the mithril coat?
His facial structure was made for period dramas. Especially with the Frodo wig. Which is why, in my writing about Éothiriel, I am having him wear the garb of the Swan Knights as Amrothos of Dol Amroth, Lothíriel's brother.
Enjoy, Elijah.
This is a certfied opinion (tm) that we hold on this blog, and I was not about to leave it in the comments. Here's an image that comes close to what he might have looked like as a knight.
The good elf "accidently became important at work and It's ruining my life" Arondir. Like bro was chilling in the southlands in a badly funded watchtower romancing Bronwyn and all of a sudden an orc army is at his doorstep. Like this placement was supposed to be mundane and suddenly it's the first line of defence against evil. He hasn't had a break since the start of the show it's been blow after blow for him and when things started calming down for a while Bronwyn literally died.
Arondir went from a nobody to chatting with Galadriel, Elrond and High King Gil-Galad about the upcomming war like?? I think he deserves a nice long break, and new clothes while we're at it
There are people who watch The Rings of Power and don't like Gil-galad and I'm like ????
What do you mean you don't love Gil-galad? Do you know he was an elven king? That of him the harpers sadly sing? And he was the last whose realm was fair and free between the mountains and the sea?! Do you even know that his sword was long and his lance was keen? And his shining helm afar was seen?? And don't get me started on the countless stars of heaven's field that were mirrored in his silver shield!Are you not sad that long ago he rode away? And that where he dwelleth none can say? Do you even care that into darkness fell his star?! In Mordor where the shadows are!
hi! i hope you’re doing well. i saw that you were taking requests and i was wondering if you would be willing to write for legolas? tenth walker reader who’s kind of like a witch (you don’t have to mention this at all if it doesn’t come up) and she and legolas have kind of been dancing around their feelings for a while (but they both Know), and when they’re in lothlorian she finally decides to confess after everything that’s happened. if you’re willing to write a little bit of spice, not full smut or anything but generally making out, that’s cool but if you’re not comfortable then that’s all good too!
have a great day
- anon (:
Hi! First of all thanks so much anon, hope you've been doing well too! Secondly sorry for the wait, but hopefully you enjoyed it! (also sorry if there isn't much spice, I tried)
❝𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞❞ « one-shot »
Pairing : Legolas X witch!Reader
Wordcount : 1.7k
Gender-neutral reader | TWs : None, but there's a bit of spice at the end
Summary : The two of you are dancing around your feelings for a while, even if it's obvious to everyone - even you two. But nothing happens, until Lothlórien.
When you had been invited to Elrond’s council it hadn’t been entirely surprising, after all you often assisted the Lord of Rivendell and Gandalf. What had been surprising was the nature of the meeting - the One Ring sitting right in front of you. You had volunteered to join the Fellowship, travelling with nine other companions. You had met the wizard of course, people of your ‘skill set’ tended to gravitate towards each other, but all except Aragorn escaped your knowing. And even your knowledge on Aragorn was limited.
Still, it hadn’t stopped you from starting to get to know everyone else - Merry and Pippin were particularly admiring of your gifts. The hobbits didn’t exactly understand how you could summon a small flame from the tip of your finger, or coax a flower into following you like the sun, but they still always enjoyed it. And you noticed that you’d gotten additional audience members as the journey went on. You weren’t a stranger to people staring at your magic, even with intense gazes, but they weren’t normally so fixated upon you.
The first time you had ignored it, only looking up as the fire’s flames changed completely from orange to blood red. Most of the Fellowship’s gaze was on the fire, so who’s gaze was on you? And then you see him through the darkness. Legolas.
For someone who had been staring so unashamedly before, he quickly lowers his gaze to the flames now. Internally you curse yourself for making the flames red, because it’s impossible to tell if his cheeks are blushing or simply reflecting the light of the fire. On Legolas’s part he’s very grateful for the fire, because it hides just how red his cheeks have become. Or how red he thinks they’ve become. Because you’re the first person to ever make him feel like this. He feels slightly bad for taking advantage of how much you focus on your magic, knowing he’ll look away quicker than you can look at him, but he doesn’t know how else to admire you.
And then the two of you catch each other across the fire. This time, you can see the dusting of his face is definitely blush - and he sees how beautiful you look in the firelight. Only somewhat illuminated - but in his eyes still glowing, almost ethereal. The darkness doesn’t claim your other features, but it does highlight your eyes. The eyes that are still staring into his.
Around the campfire there’s still chatter going on, but your mind manages to put it into background noise until you hear your name being called. Then called again. Coming back to the real world, sound resumes - the fire crackling and full conversations happening, and you quickly turn to Merry before asking him to repeat the question.
When you wake up the sun is in the sky, although it’s still early enough for there to be a covering of dew on the ground. There’s some movement, and you shake yourself awake to see both Aragorn and Legolas already moving. Because of course it’s those two. The two of them are already in their travelling gear, and your eyes search for where they’ve gotten changed. Which, based on the lack of anywhere else, you can only assume are the trees a little way out. Deciding not to bother yet you yawn before getting out of your bedroll, beginning the same motions of packing it.
“Would you like to eat?” Legolas’ question isn’t unusual, but something about it makes you stop for a second. And your heart to add an extra beat.
“As long as the rations aren’t stale.” You call back, hoping the pause wasn’t too obvious, before continuing to pack.
“Here.” The motion by which he passes to you is simple, but your brain decides to focus on the second in which his skin touches yours. The small gesture should be just that, small, but something about it is different. Because this is the first time you’ve interacted with him after you’ve noticed him staring.
You realise you’ve paused too much again, and so quickly pull it back. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” He nods at you before going back packing up his own supplies, and you try to focus on eating. It still feels awkward, but the two of you are mature adults. You can check each other out make eye contact and still walk together. Like always, you go to get your travel clothes and get changed, this time looking at your other clothing options. Which is weird, because it’s not something you always focus on. This is a quest, not a fashion show.
But it doesn’t stop you from picking out something slightly nicer. And then second guessing yourself for most of the morning. It’s still practical, but nicer than what you’ve been wearing, and you hope the effort doesn’t go unnoticed - by a certain elf, that is. And Legolas certainly notices it. He tries to be subtle, but your eyes catch a few times and he isn’t quite as responsive to some of Gimli’s quips.
So the dance begins.
It’s never too obvious, just an extra smile - thinking too much about what you’re going to say to the other person, and then immediately forgetting half of it when they laugh. Thinking the others laugh is the most beautiful thing they’ve heard - the image of the other smiling is one of the most beautiful sights they’ve ever seen. Both of you sitting next to each other, and then not acknowledging it. Because when you’re on a journey to save the world when do you have time to confess?
The two of you keep being restrained, just talking enough and being together enough to keep interest and to keep your heart beating. Eventually, the moment that forces you to confront everything is when you’re in Lothlórien and you can feel safe. When you know you have the time to finally think about things. To maybe… do something about it.
You know that, reasonably, the two of you almost certainly like each other. The butterflies each of you give each other, the smiles and the way your faces heat up, cannot simply be platonic. Cannot always be excused as something else. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t nervous. You also know that, if Legolas does love you, it’s because of you and not the way you’ve dressed. That still doesn’t stop you from trying to dress up slightly more, thankful for the elven garments that you’ve been gifted. Trying to decide which one he’d like best.
Trying to decide one more time, you realise that it won’t matter at all if you don’t ask him to meet you. So you set both garments down, hoping one will look better when you return, before trying to catch the elven prince. He’s surprisingly easy to find, sitting alone, and almost doesn’t notice you. So, using a little magic to mask your footsteps, you begin to come up behind him - smiling when you’re only a foot or so away. The magic that masks your footsteps fade as you bridge the distance between the two of you. Lowering your head, you whisper, “Meet me here tonight?”
There’s so little distance between you that you can practically feel him tense, and you know his eyes have flickered to you. And then he breathes back, “Yes.”
The confirmation happens quickly, and you begin to whisk yourself away when he stops you - hand hovering over your arm. “I.. I look forward to it.”
Now your face is definitely heated up, although his is as well - so perhaps it’s not too bad. Still, you can’t make your escape fast enough. At least, when you head back to the chambers you’ve been given, the clothing choice is now clearer. And so, you find yourself waiting in the glen as it is finally covered in moonlight. When you’d chosen the garment you’d liked how it was fitted, the slight dips and tightness, but now you’re cold. And somewhat insecure. In an effort to hide the worst of it you begin to mutter a spell, a small orbs of light forming at your fingertips - drawing from the stars all around you. They’ve only just begun to circle you when you hear an intake of breath.
At the entrance of the glen Legolas is standing there, simply staring at you - as though you are the most wondrous thing he’s ever laid eyes on. As if it is a privilege to be staring at you, to simply be here with you (and for him it is). You meet his eyes, and he looks away for a second before going back to you, slightly more tentatively. “My apologies, you simply…”
His eyes trail up and down you again, and he takes a deep breath. “You look beautiful, ethereal-”
He cuts himself off, and you realise that - despite how obvious it is - the two of you have never truly confessed to each other. Like earlier you begin to close the gap, and he stays still - not moving until there is less than a foot between you. And then he moves to completely close the gap, eyes searching for something as the two of you are close together. So close you can see every detail, hear his breathing, feel his breath hitch on yours and then.
Gently, his lips close the gaps as they sink onto yours. Immediately you begin to deepen it, and he stills for a second before continuing as well, hands closing in slightly around your waist. Hands wondering as well, they find themselves in his hair - gently tangled, and only enough for painless tugging. As the kiss finishes you pull your hand slightly down, and you can see his eyes spark. He pulls away for breath, and then kisses you again - slightly needier this time. The two of you are very close together now, and when you break for the second time he keeps you close to him. As close as he can.
“I love you, meleth nîn.”
A/N : Sorry there's not too much spice - I can just never write it. Hopefully it was still enjoyable! Side note, really building up the Legolas content on this page, huh? Next requested one-shot is Aragorn however <3
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