𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
Warnings: not self-harm scars, but there are mentions of war/battle and violence, talks of being a prisoner of war
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Legolas’ is here.
𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: You’ve been in many battles, fights and wars. And your s/o is seeing your scars for the first time.
𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧
・It was late evening, both of you had had your supper, but even after you had finished eating, you were still sitting at the oak table
・Unwinding, you were both relaxing after a big day
・Aragorn was smoking pipeweed, and you were happy with your wine
・The snow was falling outside and you were both rugged up
・The conversation from the day had found its way into your chambers
・Although there was no threat of war, it was still spoken about since Aragorn was the ruler
・He was no stranger to seeing the horrors of war, it was drastically different when he saw the effects of it on your body
・He was devastated.
・His gruff voice asked about what you had been through
・Aragorn filling both your cups in celebration of surviving
・Though neither of you were drunk, the affect of the drink was starting to make you both loosen up
“Do you regret them?” Aragorn said suddenly, breaking the impregnated silence
“I don’t.” You said after a while, insinuating that you didn’t see your scars as a negative thing
It was quiet for a while. But not the type of silence that was awkward. Nothing with Aragorn felt awkward, nothing.
After taking another sip from your cup, you asked him the same, “Do you?”
“For some...I do.”
・He said it without looking in your eyes
・And he took a long puff of his pipe. After blowing the smoke from his mouth, he reached across the table and took ahold of your hand
“I just want you to know. I love you.”
𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧
・She hadn’t been in many battles herself, so seeing your scars took her breath away
・Many long slices that had healed badly, some healed well
・All depending on how many healers had been there during the fights
・Eowyn’s long hair travelled down her back in a braid that you had done earlier
・Making it so her hair didn’t fall in her face as she trained
“That looks like it hurt,” she said absentmindedly, reaching out to stroke the reddish coloured scar.
Without meaning to, you laughed and nodded enthusiastically. “It bloody did.”
・Her heart broke for you
・But she laughed lightly at your response
・You were both standing, staring out the window which overlooked the village below
・Her hand snaked down to yours and squeezed
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, entwining her fingers, still looking out the window
“Thank you, but I did what I had to do. And this is what came of it.”
・She turned to you then, and leant her forehead against yours
“I won’t let you get hurt again.”
“And I you.”
𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫
・Sighed when he saw them, hanging his head in defeat. “I wish you never had to go through that.”
You smiled at him, “No other choice, my lord.”
・Although you meant the name as a joke, a teasing nickname, he took it in a different way -
・Like he could have somehow stopped this from happening. That he had the power to stop it.
・He was very upset
・And went to sit by himself for a bit
・You didn’t go after him; sometimes people just need time to process their feelings. In other words - to feel their emotions...and work through them
・When he came back, Boromir got on both of his knees and held your hand against his face.
・Shocked, you let him lead the situation
“Y/n, forgive me. Please forgive me.”
・Your shock didn’t waver, it didn’t falter - only grew
“Boromir, why would you ask for my forgiveness?” You knelt as well, so you were on the same level.
“Because your family has lived in my kingdom for so long. Every decision my forefathers have made led you to endure this. They are to blame, and therefore, I am to blame.”
・Tears welled in both of your eyes and he stroked his thumb against your cheek
“I will not forgive you. Because there is no need for you to apologise. I know you will be a just ruler, but I will not have you apologise for my decisions.”
・Kneeling, he took you in his arms and hugged you fiercely. His hand firmly holding your head to his chest.
𝐀𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐧
・Her gentle voice soothes you, it was the end of another battle and she was healing your wounds
・As your partner, she tended to you without breaks. You had your own rooms that she took you to, getting help from the other’s to move you to the bed
・She was with you day and night
・So she saw your scars when you were unconscious and her heart broke from what she saw
・Arwen never wanted you to go through the hateful thing that was war. And seeing the results of that on your skin made her want to kill every person who did that to you
・When you finally awoke, she was asleep next to you
・But the moment you stirred, she jumped up and hurried to your side
“My love, how do you feel?”
“...sore,” you said in a croaky mumble
・She smiled, going to get you some salve and drink that would mull the pain
・When you realised you were topless, you deflated
・And when she came back, you stared at her, trying to see if anything had changed in her since seeing your scars
・When you were about to talk, she beat you to it
“Yes, I’ve seen them. And I’m sorry you went through that.”
・You were glad she spoke, because you still didn’t have the strength to explain
・It was like Arwen could sense it; or maybe she just understood beings better than most. Because she didn’t push for it, she didn’t ask you too many questions.
“I can do my best to fade them as well, if you wish.”
・It took you a while to decide, but at the end of it. You decided against it.
“They’re apart of my story.”
・And again, she understood.
𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫 (this is where talks of being a prisoner of war is)
・You were both up late talking about life and the conversation went to war and what you had both experienced
・A deep conversation that you both didn’t intend on having
・It was late night, with the stars above you, a fire in front of you and two pales of ale next to you
・Faramir didn’t mean for the conversation to go to a darker place
・But you were in the beginnings of your courtship and you wanted to learn more about each other
・It wasn’t until you took off your large jacket and left on your undershirt that he noticed the raised slices on your skin
・He took a sharp intake of breath, seeing your arms alone...it broke his heart to see just how hard you had fought for what you believe in
・Faramir didn’t know how to bring it up, but you knew what he was talking about
・You had been a prisoner of war, and had been tortured for information...but still held strong. They got nothing out of you but a bunch of spitting and swears
・It was Aragorn who had found you, and both you and Faramir were eternally grateful
・But Faramir hadn’t seen how bad the orcs had hurt you
・Their brutality was obvious and it took everything in Faramir not to scream out in agony and hatred
・You, who he loved so much. Who made him feel whole, who made him feel like the world made sense, who gave him a purpose - a will to live
・The fact that someone had hurt you so badly... he wished he could return the favour a hundred times over













