Two months into his time at university Prince Thranduil huffs seeing the same out of place tiny Elleth with unruly raven curls and silver flecked purple eyes between classes and working at the diner he frequents after classes and the theater/gaming center his friends visit on occasion on their weekends.
Today he has had enough and ignorant of the internal battle of your stomach ready to roar from hunger while your body clenched every muscle it had to remain upright and not collapse from sheer exhaustion he turns and stands in your way. Right away internally flinching into an awkward sense of warmth as he had every time you had taken his order or answered his odd question he forced out in some unspoken requirement of his own to converse with you any time he crossed your path. “I know my Ada wants me to be safe but if you were to be stealthy following me everywhere to spy on me is far from successful a tactic.”
“Excuse me?!” You fired back unwilling to restrain your temper in exhaustion for the sheer audacity of the accusation from the pompous Prince.
“Ada gave his word if there were to be security they would not draw attention and you are everywhere I turn, in my classes, at the diner I eat at and the theater/Game Center my friends and I frequent. Perhaps he should have chosen someone a bit more qualified in stealth for the job.”
That had you scoff and Celeborn and Glorfindel who were waiting for their friends group up curious of how the obviously angered Elleth would react while the Prince took a nibble off of his muffin in his free hand he popped between his lips. The treat by the wrapper obviously from the absurdly expensive snack shop where they sell for eight bucks a pop. “First off, look at my shoes!” His eyes lowered and as you pointed out he could see the second hand shoes showed signs of self maintenance to keep them intact well beyond their years.
“I superglued the soles of my shoes back on yesterday! You want the security guard take a look at mr orange shirt over there with his nine hundred gator skin utility boots with the hidden weapon pockets on the ankles!” You said and his eyes turned to the Elf in question now easing behind a pillar having heard what you said, “Or his buddy in the same issued shoes and the lime green fez! I’m not spying on you and I am clearly not paid enough at any of my three jobs to afford to attend school here even with my scholarship! I can eat twice on my funds, once here and once at breakfast and I only get dinner at the diner because it’s free with my shift if the customers haven’t cleared out the pantry! So trust me when I say I’m not spying on you and if I was then I would demand a raise! Then maybe I could pay off the nine foot shark bean bag that I’m using as a bed in my otherwise empty apartment as I couldn’t afford so much as a cot with these absurd rates! So fuck you and your elitist muffin, Your Majesty!”
Behind him his friends smirked at your irritated huff and his spreading dopey expression as you said, “Two more years and then I can take my degree and open up my own snack shop and dominate the market to tear down everything that travesty of an ‘organic haven’ they boast to be holds dear when they use the same eggs that Tullivan’s buys from Orleon’s Farms like everyone else in this damn country! Now if you’ll excuse me I have to use the last of my eight dollars of fuel crystals for the week to drive my scooter to my job so I can push it home in the rain! All after I’ve worked nine hours on an empty stomach, powered by sheer spite to be one day closer to my snack filled empire!”
Around him you stormed and with a grin he turned to his friends and said in an adoring hum of a tone, “She has such stunning eyes.” Celeborn chuckled in a glance at his feet while Glorfindel rested his hand over his eyes a moment in a hunch of his head to not laugh in his friend’s face for his reaction to the verbal lashing he had just won. And on his heel he turned and said, “I am going to buy my Darling Starlight a hearty sandwich. She cannot gain an empire on sheer spite alone. I shall assist her magnificent dream.”
Ecthellion beside them chuckled and said “I have to watch this. He’ll be the first monarch murdered in an age and all over an overpriced muffin.”
Maglor behind him on their way to follow the besotted Prince chuckled out, “I already have the perfect eulogy and song of mourning for the occasion forming in my head.”
“Let’s see, everything’s in here,” after checking the bathroom you said, “Got the swimsuits and my wrap,” looking through your satchel you said, “All there,” You looked around, “What am I missing?”
Thorin looked you over asking after noticing you were barefoot, “Shoes?”
Looking down you groggily said, “Shoes...” shifting on your feet you circled your bed asking, “Where are my shoes?” Crouching down lifting the bed skirt seeing only the platform base to the bed making you huff and crawl around the bed, “There is no under to hide...” lifting the sheets all the way around only for the door to open and Kili to come in holding your shoes.
A smirk ghosting across his lips when he walked around the bed finding you plop down cross legged with a huff when you ran out of bed to search. “Auntie your shoes, left them outside near Mal’s.”
“Shoes! Thank you.” You said popping up to sit in the bed and pull them on over the socks you added.
Grabbing your case he said, “I’ll take this down for you.” Walking to the door smirking at his uncle whose bag he had wheeling behind him.
When you were done Thorin led you out for the last time and smirked up at Roac when he landed on his shoulder ready to be eased back in the carrier waiting with your van.
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“So, we fly back, drive to drop you off, I grab the trunks and then the painters will be over in the morning after your show but before I come since I’ll be packing. Then I should be there by the time the washer arrives.”
“What about Roac?” You asked once you were seated in the plane between the brothers once again.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean if you wanted to leave him when you get the trunks so you won’t have to move him and the stuff tomorrow you can.”
Frerin tilted his head in Thorin’s quick glance at him, “Would simplify things.”
Looking at Roac he asked, “Would you be alright with that? Or would you want to help pack your things?”
Roac grinned with cheeks puffing up at you for the offer you made, “I shall allow you to pack my things.” Then proceeded to go into detail on how he wanted them pack making you smirk and write them out for the stunned Dwarf holding his carrier while Frerin tried not to laugh at the absurdly long list lasting more then half the flight.
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In his try to think of what to say while Roac began to chat with Dwalin’s Raven Thorin’s eyes dropped and he smirked seeing your head resting against his arm. Carefully he shifted his arm closer to your side so you wouldn’t be laying against the armrest and he settled in that slightly out of place position aiming for your comfort over his. The position captured on camera by Frerin when he noticed the landing was coming up. And in the aftermath of the flash he reached over to tap your arm causing you to shift mumbling, “I’m up, tube socks, we were on tube socks.”
Frerin chuckled, “Yes we were.” Smirking as you sat up smoothing your fingertips on one hand around your eyes in a try to wipe the urge to sleep away before your furrowed gaze at the window. “Almost to landing.”
You nodded and struggling to stay awake he had to bite his lip as you lowered your legs and wrapped your arms around Thorin’s arm. Each breath deepening and your head kept nodding into and away from his arm until you were on your feet and led out to the van under Thorin’s arm to ensure you didn’t fall asleep while walking or waiting to climb into the van.
The teens with you were first to be let off and somewhere between the door closing and your house you had dropped into another nap.
A sharp inhale when the door slid open again had you blinking the stop into focus and you unbuckled climbing off of his chest to be your pillow. Carefully you got out of the van and behind you Frerin grabbed your bags and Thorin brought Roac up to your door in front of his brother. Finding your keys took you a moment and you were inside your home that beckoned you to come back to your bed. Roac free from his carrier sat on Thorin’s shoulder being patient not to fly through the house to wake the others until you informed them of the news. Frerin took your bag to your room and left Thorin’s and the carrier in his new room and followed you to the larger storage room to gather up some trunks that would help aid his packing greatly.
“Keys,” turning in a circle you pursed your lips and the pair smirked following you, “Where do you live now...” Into your closet you went after checking your study and from your sock drawer you pulled out a pair of orange socks rolled up you un-tucked revealing the spare house keys and the small mithril spoon charm Gloin’s firm hands out with each new house. Offering the keys to Thorin you flashed him a sleepy grin, “Keys, Mug Dealer.”
“I’ll make copies so you can put a pair back in your socks.”
Frerin pointed to the socks and you said, “It’s a Maiar thing, you keep your spares by orange. I would hang them in my tree but Belly might take them to add to his chimes.”
Roac in a downward glance shifted on his feet and hopped down to your shoulder in the guys’ path back to the van. At the door Thorin stated, “I will call tomorrow when I’m on my way.”
“You do have a key you know.”
Smirking at you he replied, “All the same. I’ll call first.” Your finger rose and he paused only to see you hurry to the coat rack pulling off your spare garage key fob he added to the ring already in his palm. “Get some sleep.”
You nodded and they stepped out allowing you to close and lock the door. Turning around however with your head hanging back in a grumble your eyes opened hearing wings shifting only to see Belly hanging from the arch there. “Hello Belly.”
Roac shifted his feathers anxiously and the upside down raven replied, “Welcome home! I see you have brought Roac, Dot is sleeping however.”
Roac replied, “There is no need to trouble her.”
Belly looked to you as you said, “I should tell you and Kuu together.”
Belly smiled and let go leading the way, “He is watching a film.”
Following him you reached up to stroke Roac’s nervously tapping toes in a try to calm him then sat on the edge of the lounge when Kuu fluffed up excitedly seeing you. “You are home!”
“Yes, I wanted to let you both know that Thorin and Roac are moving in with us.”
Belly fluffed up his feathers excitedly, “At last. Dot will be pleased, Darling as well missed your jokes.” He looked to you, “Where is Thorin?”
“Packing, loaned them some of the empty trunks he will be here tomorrow. His family will paint his room and he will set it all up and he has a home for Roac until Dot would be alright with sharing a dwelling with him.”
Roac nodded, “It is a lovely dwelling, Dot would be pleased to see my pictures as well I will hang around it.”
Kuu looked you over stating, “You are tired, you should sleep. We will aid in welcoming Thorin tomorrow.”
Belly nodded, “At sunrise I will pick the freshest berries to offer him,”
Kuu, “I shall find him a shiny smooth pebble.”
The offer making you smirk and say, “Thank you. I missed all of you. Tomorrow after work I’ll show you the pictures I took as well.” Making them grin and wish you a good night. Kuu turned his film back on when you left and Belly hurried back to his dwelling to nestle up next to Darling after having stayed up to welcome you home.
Down the hall you went and climbed onto your bed turning to untie your shoes you dropped beside it, laying your bag on the nightstand where you set your phone on it’s charger. Across your arm Roac walked to the table and settled next to your bag in his belly wishing you good night as you laid back in his fluffing up to sleep himself. His content sigh muffled as your head hit the pillow and were lost to the world.
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Pictures can say a thousand words, a text message with four however had Ecthellion up half the night wondering what it could mean, “We need to talk.”
Those words he repeated when you had parked. Turning around you said, “Right, sorry, I was falling asleep when I texted that. Meant to elaborate a bit.”
He nodded and said lifting a Manila envelope, “I received this not ten minutes ago from a lawyer representing a Thorin Durin.”
“Yes, it’s about that.” You said pointing to the folder in his hand.
“Have you read this?”
“No. But I have a fairly good idea what it says.” He gestured for you to walk inside the building so you wouldn’t be late and you pocketed your keys.
“Because it reads a lot like a prenup.”
You nodded as he opened the door for you, “Ya, I kinda got that vibe when we were discussing it.”
“Jaqi,”
With a sigh when you were in the lift you turned to him saying, “Ok, I told you I was going to the Durin home?” He nodded, “Well we get there and there’s a dinner then Thorin is asked to show me to my room, only we’ve been assigned the same room,”
“If you tell me there was only one bed I’m going to scream like a schoolgirl.”
“There wasn’t,” And he huffed, “but there was no fireplace,” and his grin crept out, “I ended up on his back and apparently holding his beard,”
“Ooh,”
“Which apparently means we had to get married,” he gasped excitedly. “Or move in together or he’d lose all his hair and all of his babies would be bald for their lives.”
“Oh that’s bad.”
“I don’t get how Dwarves survive with all these rules, donkey days, now this, and Mal never told me why not to touch his hair she just said not to,”
“Bad idea for you, like a big red,” you finished the sentence together, “Button!”
“Yes! You get it! So I’m at breakfast and they drop the bomb on me and Thorin is packing and apparently moving in requires a prenup contract, so, ya.” You said gesturing at the contract.
“Well this seems like a fair contract but after your shift I would like to go over it with you at your house all the same.”
“We’ll have company though, his cousin’s kids are coming to paint his room and then more to move in and he bought a washer and dryer.”
“Yes that was in the contract.”
“Oh and Gorgo is coming too. I let the cat out.”
“She did leave me a message as well she had set an appointment with you.”
“She’s just so nice,”
He chuckled and said, “It is good that you are having friends in your new clan.” Deeply you sighed and he said, “I am going to talk to Glori and I will follow you home after the show. Just relax. This will be a painless as a salamander.”
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Trunk open with shelves on display steadily being filled Thorin’s room steadily was being emptied and his grin deepened the less there was to move. Sheets pulled from his bed he pulled his mattress off the frame him and Frerin got to taking apart. Large yawns broke the efforts for the night and on a pile under his sheets they collapsed to get some sleep with an alarm set to finish the work and get over to his new home by the time things picked up.
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With radio playing he finished gathering his things and into the truck waiting downstairs him and his relatives. Every single thing was cleared from the room eventually with his tidbits around the living room and office next, bitter sweetly Frerin helped to ensure all was gathered up knowing he was next to pack up and move out with the boys eventually leaving this place clear when his house was modified a bit. Touring through the kitchen he eyed his blender and sighed remembering his challenge of finding one that the birds wouldn’t be able to go crazy with. It was one challenge in his path of settling into the home you had made. Just like having coupled with a single mother there were children of sorts to be nestled together including one of his own, and children could be a blessing and a disaster depending on what you leave them around unattended. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited for it just to get closer to you.
A confirming message that the painters were on their way had him inching a bit towards rushing just to be there with you having hoped that he had been there before his eager family showed up to start his moving process already. Fully loaded up the tuck door was closed and inside his car he turned off his phone display seeing the confirmation email on his change of address form including the copy of his new license to print out until the one with his new address on it. Another notice however popped up that the appliances were on their way and soon to arrive.
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“Excited?” Mal squeaked out and you shrugged, “Oh come on, having your practical boyfriend moving in with you.”
After a sigh from you she smirked as you said, “This is not a boyfriend situation. I wouldn’t even know what to do with a boyfriend, clearly you feed it but past that-,” she giggled and you said, “Day one, just saving the poor Grump’s hair so his babies-,”
“Your-,” She cut you off making you arch a brow at her, “Your babies, be honest, you can say his babies but you are crushing on him at the very least and ‘his’ babies in your mind are yours too.” You rolled your eyes, “Hey, I’m planning on jumping into the clan too, I can say he’s stunning from a long line of stunning.”
Turning your head you spotted Echtellion with another bag of mail for the show and the envelope in hand stating, “Sorry, took a bit to finish something.”
Shaking your head you said, “Not a problem.” Joining him to the lift telling Mal, “I can feel you still looking at me with those boyfriend eyes.”
Ecthellion smirked as she fired back, “He’s your boyfriend, in the least.”
“Roommate.” She looked at you readying to say something only for you to add, “Whose family is expecting a wedding in the future.” You sighed and looked up at Ecthellion, “Does that make him my boyfriend? You had a boyfriend, now husband, what do you do with a boyfriend?”
He chuckled and replied, “Same thing you do with your friends, not counting the kissing part, and dates obviously. Or the talks about planning your wedding.” He smirked in a glance down at you seeing your helpless gaze up at him, “You like him, give it a few days, if he doesn’t bring up the conversation you bring it up.”
“I don’t want to force it,” Mal groaned making you look at her, “Guh?”
Looking you over she said, “From someone who loves you, just plant one on him. Put us all out of our misery.”
You looked to him again for him to say, “Few days.” Making you smirk in his flinch of a wink and glance forward in the doors opening.
A brief pause on your scooter, while he loaded up the bag in his trunk and climbed in his car to follow you home, and you were off. Shortly after and you were home again with the garage open and he parked on the street keeping the driveway open for Thorin and the moving truck then strolled his way through the front gate while you went to check your mail. Eyeing the box with your runes on it you turned back to the door wondering if he would want to have his name added today. The front door was unlocked and you showed him through to your study that he left the bag in, pausing to admire your desk and chair while you closed the hidden doors closing it off and taking him back to your dining room.
Next to you he brought out the contract stating turning over the first couple pages after describing what each section was, “It all seems fairly simple, beginning this is a listing of his assets and I have supplied what I am aware of yours, with an estimation on future liquidated assets to be left open. This whole paragraph is stating that up until the date of cohabitation all these assets are yours, separately not jointly and will remain so unless chosen upon at a later date which would involve an amendment on the contract.
For this next section it states that upon arrival Thorin has agreed to pay half of the rent and the trash fees, both of which are listed here, from steadfast funds, meaning funds that would not be subject to sway from the market or otherwise. Then this is the detailed part. It is a full financial grid on his tea shop earnings that he co owns with a ‘Balin and Dwalin Durin’ all funds of which are strictly barred from being used to pay bills or for funding the furnishing of this house. That those funds as agreed upon by Thorin will remain strictly for preservation of the company.”
“I was very adamant on that clause.”
His brow arched up, “You added that clause?” You nodded and he said, “Hmm, impressive.” Shaking his head he got back into the contract, “This next part goes into the clauses for his move here. Thorin agrees to take up residence in the back room as to not disturb the designs for the guest rooms already in the process of being decorated to your original designs. A washer and dryer set has been agreed upon to be supplied by him, as well as furnishings for the parlor, an agreed upon communal space to be designated as a possible game room for future guests or yourselves.
There is a clause here, further discussions of additions to communal areas have been welcomed for discussion on each item suggested to ensure the comfort and taste of both residents.” You nodded and he wet his lips to continue, “For outright refusals the use of an open faced blender has been barred with an agreed upon trial basis of a single cup contained blender that will be kept in the possession of Thorin on an as needed basis and stored to ensure the preservation of the harvest grown for your joint consumption. Negligence upon this clause resulting in damage to the harvest levels due to its undesignated use by the winged population inside the dwelling shall find complete removal of said appliance and reimbursement of lost goods by him.”
He looked you over again and you said, “It sounds a bit over the top on paper but he insisted.”
Flipping the page he said, “It’s a good thing. Moving on to the greenhouse, a designated plot has been assigned for his sprouts. Not much flourish on that one, just stating another agreed upon point. Above the statement that jointly a chosen mate has been presented to his bonded Raven, and upon the regrettable dissolution of cohabitation said raven would remain here should it be his and his mate’s wish. Any and all hatchlings would be subject to the wishes of their parents over either of you, then there is a listing of your flock that have all been listed as above his request to take custody of should a split occur.” Your eyes met his and he said, “Best to have that down now rather than later.”
He turned the page again showing the final page of the contract. “Thorin has accepted custody of a ring of spare keys, one garage key fob in accordance with his moving in. The latter to grant access to the communal garage agreed upon by yourself to share in protection for your vehicles. He has agreed to purchase mattresses for the sea foam guest room as well as the orange and blue guest room in anticipation of his kin and yours possibly visiting in the future to ensure comfort of guests and protection of private sleeping quarters between the pair of you from the guests. And the final clause is that he agreed not to take the itemized lists of furniture you have already purchased or chosen for communal or non communal areas based solely on the matter of who purchased them should the cohabitation dissolve. Each item inside those spaces, should he wish to take them with him, would be discussed concerning custody of it.”
“And that’s it?”
“Yes. It is quite the agreement hard to imagine how much time all of this took to be hammered out.”
“Again, ambushed in a breakfast.” His eyes flinched to you and you asked, “Why does everybody look at me like that?”
“You managed this in a breakfast?” He asked removing the lid from his pen he had been trailing along on the contract that he read out to you. “How long was breakfast?”
“30-45 minutes?”
“Jaqi I’ve worked with Dwarves before, how hard did you press these issues to get them in the contract in 45 minutes? Sometimes it can take weeks for these to be finalized.”
“Well it’s just common sense most of it. Basic rules it wasn’t that hard we talked civilly, I told him up front I wouldn’t accept embezzled funds to pay the rent in the expense of his shop.”
“You said embezzled?” He asked with a smirk.
“Well I couldn’t think of the term in any language but Troll and none of them speak that,” you said taking hold of the pen he offered you to sign beside the signatures already there. Passing the pen back you asked, “How is it all so astonishing?”
He signed and dated the contract blowing the ink dry before closing the contract he slid back into the envelope to smirk at you, “Because writing out contracts is possibly one of the most intimate forms of courting duels between couples. This, my dear, is possibly one of the most romantic battle of wits you could have mustered up. And you managed it in 45 minutes, you are an assassin at that rate. Protecting the home and his future in his business. Granting him a communal space to his own taste to shape and guaranteeing him input on others. Allowing him to shower you with objects of your desire while still holding the reigns on how far you will allow him to splurge granting you your own show of wealth security and grounds to aid in provision for the future of your coupling. All that aside of the custody of those birds you have given him keys, half the garage and a patch of your earth before he even stepped foot in the door with a box.” Tapping his finger on the contract he continued, “If he managed the discussion without blushing it is a marvel because terms like these issued verbally could have very well ended in an elopement had you mentioned it.”
You let out a sigh, “I’m never going to be able to keep up with all of this.”
He chuckled again and patted your shoulder, “For now, I am off to deliver these, enjoy your day, try to relax.”
Rolling your head you stood to show him out only to grin at the paint crew all smiling, allowing him past before following you through to his bedroom to allow them to get to painting.
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Across your kitchen counters bubbles spread as you scrubbed them down and wiped them dry after with wash rags added to your laundry. Bowls sat with supplies around them in your usual conveyer belt fashion for your bread making. To the end of your supplies you mixed a bowl of dough that you kneaded then left to rise while you started on the next, adding the first into the heated oven while the second rose. On top of a heat resistant set of wood blocks you laid over your counters you left the hot trays of bread to cool while you started to mix the next bowls worth. Knuckle deep in dough was how Gorgo found you. Passing one of the paint crew heading out for the detailing brushes she was pointed your way and in the doorway of the kitchen she stopped and gave the frame a knock after noting just how much bread you were making.
“Hey Gorgo, nearly done.”
“Take your time. Do you always make this much bread?”
“Usually, ya. I tend to have a lot of soup jars I set up for easy meals.”
“Soup jars?” She asked and you glanced at her.
“Pre diced and mixed soup ingredients you just have to throw into a pot to boil up.” A final push, turn and plop of the dough back into the bowl you covered with cling wrap later you moved to scrub your hands and dry them. Using the rag by the stove to pull out the loaf of bread filling the room with its tempting scent making Gorgo inhale deeply watching you set it aside and replace it with the next in line. Keeping hold of the rag you said, “I bet you’d like to get started on the reading.”
“If you don’t mind.”
You nodded and said, “If you like you could read in my sisters’ room so you can relax on the bed and stretch out. Door should block out the music from the crew or any noise the guys make when they come to unpack Thorin’s things.”
“That would be nice, ya.” She looked over everything on her path seeing how lovely you had made the house so far even half furnished. “Have you considered the format for the etching reels for your books yet? We could give you a few drafts of you like?”
“I’ve already etched it,”
That had her look at you when you pushed on the door to your closet, inside which you had set the quartet of leather bound books parting her lips at its foot and a half stance. Once you had reached them you lifted the first from the wooden case you had made to hold them in place as a set coated in etchings from the tale. “Best you pace it a movement at a time.”
“You bound them?”
You nodded, “One of my friends’ father runs a binding shop and they might have conveniently left the shop unattended all night so I could get my draft together.” Flipping through you said when you landed on a certain page, “There are three edits written in, actually written in, but I changed them on the etchings. Everything else is ready, illustrations and all. It’s still single sided so I could bond in my illustrations so the final books won’t be so intimidating.” Her eyes scanned over your face and she asked, “You did all this thinking that no one would ever publish your books?”
You nodded patting your hand on the closed book, “Every story deserves to be respected. And this one’s very old. So it deserves to be pampered.”
She smiled awkwardly trying not to tear up and nodded turning after cradling the book you passed to her she pressed against her chest for the walk from your room to the peach guest room. “I would have you in mine but the birds sometimes like to hide there with company. Bath is through there and there’s plenty of pillows and the blankets-,” all of which was stacked near the steps between the beds making you nod then step out of the room, “Leave you to it then.” Behind the closed door her lips quivered and she inhaled sharply tilting her head back fighting her tears then turned to build up he perfect reading fort to get started already feeling her skin tingling in anticipation.
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Again with their paint cans emptied and the now navy and silver accented room sat ready to be filled barely an hour after their arriving. Simply leaving the windows open for some spare time to air it out some more. They had it down to a science and confirmed Thorin had already paid and hurried out to let you relax waiting for Thorin to finally arrive.
All your bread had cooled and been put away and halfway through the second book Gorgo accepted your offer of lunch to pause her eyes and just internally buzzed about what was coming up next and just how much more phenomenal the book had been compared to the three chapter draft that got her through the past five years. While you ran your dish washer you stood alone uncertain of what to do, only making your way back to the couch to stare blankly at the show playing as your birds decided to remain in the greenhouse until Thorin was the only other person here with you.
i never really did get that much into lotr fic but i’ll dig around in my favourites to see if i have any good ones bookmarked
While the Ring went south is a super awesome filler piece between the fellowship leaving rivendell and them coming down the caradhras. And its sequel During a journey in the dark is a Moria filler. Both I practically accept as canon i mean the author even fits in excerpts of the book when needed and they fit perfectly
The Grey Havens ha HHAHAHA oh boy. any description would ruin the plot but all i can say is that i cried (which is a given seeing the title, but anyway)
A time and times and half a time is a really bittersweet legolas and gimli fic
obligatory Boromir Lives AU
Twilight aka the lead up to legolas (and gimli) sailing into the west after aragorn dies
What Needs Looking After. Little sam and frodo what more do i need to say because i’ve forgotten the plot. but it’s cute. trust me on that.
First Yule Alone is pure unadulterated pre-quest h/c fluff. you can find me reading it in my frodosam trashcan.
The Making of a Ringbearer is a series exploring Frodo’s childhood which really needs to update again i miss it (don’t worry there’s plenty to get through without worrying about the lack of an update)
ahhh now i have all these fellowship feels.... do u have any headcanons about the stuff they did on the way to mordor
i haven’t really thought of headcanons before but i’ll give it a shot. (admittedly some of these are thanks to gaybirdnerds and this fic here which is a really well written filler between rivendell and the caradhas that i basically accept as canon) but anyway.
aragorn plays mediator to many of legolas and gimli’s arguments
sometimes he doesn’t even say anything, just sighs and stands between them. again. for crying out loud guys this is the third time this morning.
two words: hobbits piles
frodo tends to be on the edge so he can get up without disturbing the others when he can’t sleep
when the others realise that they force him to be in the middle
“come now cousin frodo, the ringbearer must be in the middle where he is most protected” “merry i s2g”
merry and pippin play so many pranks oh my god
so many
they also try to troll the shit out of everyone with stories but frodo and/or sam generally there to point them out
stargazing is a thing that happens
they compare names for the stars/constellations etc
there’s a lot of comparing/sharing of culture
(but not with gimli because dwarves are so secretive you’re not going to get any secrets out of him. especially with an elf present)
especially with the hobbits seeing as the shire is so isolated
once again m+p try make stuff up but even aragorn knows enough about hobbit culture to know they’re pulling your leg
(gandalf knows but he doesn’t say anything, just continues smoking his pipe and laughing to himself)
merry and pippin teaching the others i spy
they deeply regret letting legolas play because he tends to chose things that only his elf eyes can see. what an asshole.
also last thing i remember there’s a post about hobbits holding hands when they’re scared/overwhelmed, with every member of the fellowship being on hobbit hand holding duty at least once which is 100% a thing i am Here For
