HELLOOO OMG OMG Can I have the same "sharing a bed for the first time" but with the Fellowship please ? 🙏
YES of course <3
LOTR | Sharing A Bed for the First Time
{LOTR / The Hobbit Masterlist}
Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli
(Legolas is in the elf version, here)
Requests always open for reactions / drabbles / headcanons~
AN: gn!reader, they are not in a relationship
Frodo
He is so embarrassed and blushy from the start
Remaining polite and respectful, saying that he "cannot possibly invade your space like that."
But you insist, and he clambers into the bed (which is far too big to be built for a hobbit), awkward and stiff as a board
You both lay still at first, not talking, keeping to your sides, before he mumbles a "Goodnight Y/N" before turning over to sleep
But during the night, his nightmares awaken
He shivers in his sleep, mutters nonsense about the ring, sweat coats him and he curls into a protective ball
You reach out to him to shake him awake, grabbing his arm, and he only clamps onto you out of instinct
You let him, as you notice his shivers start to fade with his face tucked into your neck, eyes still tightly shut
And by morning, he awakens and sees the position you're in, and practically leaps out of bed
Apologising profusely while you laugh at him
Sam
He is practical about it, trying to brush it off
"It's only sleepin', nothing more."
But he is constantly double-checking that the blankets are tucked all around you, wanting you to stay warm and neglecting what he needs
You both talk for a while, speaking of home, the Shire, and where you shall go after this adventure is done with
And before you know it, you two had drifted off to sleep, facing each other, a bit too close for it to be only as friends
He is the type to wake if you moved a muscle at all, constantly worried, caring, looking out for you above all else
And during the night, he wakes to find you had tangled your legs beneath the sheets, and a deep blush reaches his ears
He thanks the Valar that you are not awake to see it
By morning, he mentions nothing, but you cannot help noticing him avoid your gaze when he hands you your breakfast
Merry
He takes it with confidence at first, teasing slightly
"I do not bite, unless you keep stealing the blanket."
A yapper also. He loves to talk and talk before bed, until the stories he is recounting are slurred from tiredness
And in the dark, when he finally drifts, you notice how close you two had actually shifted together
He must've been subtly moving closer over time without you noticing
You cannot help but reach out to his arm, feeling how warm and comfortable he seems, and he hums in his sleep from your small affection
When you wake, you find his face pressed into your shoulder, with a small amount of drool on your clothes
You let out a small laugh, just happy that he is comfortable
Pippin
He has such a kid approach to it
Saying how it's like you two are having a sleepover, like he used to do as a kid in Hobbiton
He kicks off his boots and flops onto the mattress like a starfish when you both get to your room
And during the night, he wriggles constantly
And asks you way too many questions, which, although you love his curiosity, can wait until the morning
And so you cover his mouth while laughing, telling him to shush
And he only laughs and snuggles into you
Pippin is not awkward with affection, and so there is no tension when you two cuddle together, tangled in each other's limbs all night
But it does make it hard in the morning when you have to upwrap yourself from his strong grip, begging you to not leave yet
Aragorn
Ever the gentleman, he so naturally is
He insists that he sleeps on the floor out of respect, not wanting to invade your personal space, and claiming that he is used to rough sleeping areas
But you point out that the stone floor is freezing, and that the bed is big enough to comfortably fit two
And after hesitation, with a jaw clench, he nods sheepishly
He keeps to his side very carefully, lying on his back with one hand on his stomach, soft snores coming from him
And you cannot help but notice the smell of earth and smoke on him, drawing you in
And so you call him "Strider?" and he sits up immediately, a habit for a ranger, always on guard
You think of an excuse: "I am cold." "I cannot sleep." "I am worried.", and he soothes you with a simple hand in yours under the cover
But to break down that respect of his, which you so badly wish to do, it will take time
Baby steps
Boromir
He is pragmatic about it
Slightly cold approach, saying that you're both only doing this out of necessity
A strange attempt on making it less awkward, because it only creates more tension
For the first while, he stays rigidly still, keeping to himself, gruffing as he turns away from you
But he finds that he cannot sleep with his heart going a million miles an hour in his chest, knowing that you're only a few inches away from him
He shifts closer throughout the night, not noticeably, but enough until you can feel each other's warmth
But once his hand brushes your thigh, and you do not move away, and neither does he, and so he tests his luck
And so he turns without saying anything and opens his arms, inviting you to tuck in to his chest, and so you do
"Forgive me. I have not shared warmth with someone for a long time. I crave it at times."
Gimli
He makes a big show of it, trying to act unbothered and humorous about the situation
"I have shared a bed with worse, but do not blame me if I roll over and crush you."
In the first half an hour, he is tossing and turning, groaning and grumbling, while you resist the urge to kick him
You try to sleep, only for him to shift in the night and accidentally throw an arm around you
Like you're a spare pillow for him to hug
And strangely, he chooses that as the most comfortable position, and so you two stay like that until morning
When he wakes to find himself like that, he sits up quickly, startled, and acts as if he's been burned
While you laugh at his embarrassment, saying that you did not mind, while he threatens you to never mention it to anyone
Though most of the characters are the same I took some of the prompts and changed them to freshen things up!
I also have updated the characters I write for! I have added Dwalin and a few of the background elves I had forgotten! I Also have added two new pictures of two I've done imagines for but forgot to put their pictures!
Cowgirl: Being able to see, hold and praise you as you give and take pleasure. Perfect for both submissive or dominant moods, either thanking and praising you or grabbing your hips and fucking into you.
Lindir, Fili, Bilbo and Éomer
Doggy: Filled with adrenaline from battle or stress from a big day. Holding your hips and fucking into you. Grabbing a hold of and slapping your ass. Tangling fingers in your hair and maybe even pulling you up by your hair.
Kili, Haldir, Merry, Aragorn
Missionary: Making love or fucking you. Being able to treasure you or fuck into you. Burying their head in your neck and leaving kisses all over your body. Running your fingers through their hair as sweat gathers on their forehead. Watching the way your breasts move and sucking onto your nipples.
Boromir, Pippin, Bard, Samwise
Reverse cowgirl: Holding your hips and grabbing onto your thighs and ass. Sitting up and whispering in your ear as they pinch your nipple and suck your neck. Thrusting up into you and watching your head fall back. Rubbing your clit as you fall apart.
Been working on an Everyone Lives AU (ignore me being in denial of the events of BOTFA) which is focused between the events of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings.
So uh until then have a little idea drabble that I’m quite fond of:
• Fíli and Kíli essentially act as older brothers to the young hobbits
• Kíli teaches Merry and Pippin how to cause mischief and almost cries in pride when their pranks go right
• Kíli taught Merry to skateboard, Pippin tries to join in (by stealing Merry’s board and building the shittiest, most unstable ramp of course) but has absolutely no idea what he is doing and stacks it immediately.
Like he doesn’t even make it to the ramp - he steps on the board and it immediately slips out from underneath him, crashing into the ramp while he lays on the ground pretending he isn’t in immense pain.
• Anyways-
• Samwise has autism and OCD and frequently feels out of place among the young hobbits. He goes to Fíli for comfort when feeling left out and insecure because everyone else is having fun but he just can’t seem to let loose and have fun. Merry and Pippin say he’s uptight and no-fun.
Fíli will sit with him in the garden, not speaking much because he’s not the greatest with words of comfort, but makes sure Sam knows that he is loved by making him a flower crown and just being there while Sam tends to his garden (well, it’s technically Bilbo’s but he gifted it to Sam because of how much love and care he put into it).
After he makes sure that Sam is contentedly humming away as he tends to his garden, Fíli sits down with Merry and Pippin and tries to remind them to keep an open mind and that everyone thinks differently and likes different things, and that it is okay.
Merry instantly catches on and realises that he should make an effort to be more accommodating for Sam, but Pippin takes a while because of his raging impulsivity. Pippin tries his best but frequently slips up, earning a reminding nudge and glance from Merry.
Sam really appreciates their kindness and finally begins to feel like part of the group. Although, he suspects that Fíli said something, but when approached about it, Fíli merely ruffles Sam’s hair and chuckles with a knowing glint in his eye.
So yeah :3 lmk if anyone is interested in reading more about this little AU or if you have ideas/suggestions absolutely tell me!
Request: “I just re read the whole samwise x reader multi-shot and was itching for more is it perhaps possible to request another sam x reader fic. I was thinking of the stage in a relationship after the first kiss, where they turn more intimate with frequent make out sessions just overall being more lovey dovey but without it being NSFW.” Anon
A/N: The world seems a little brighter and the cause might just be the kisses that Sam is getting
The birds sang merrier. The sun felt warmer. The sky looked bluer. The food tasted better. The gardens looked prettier.
Sam couldn’t explain it, the way colors seemed more vibrant, or the way all laughter seemed contagious, or the way happiness just radiated out of him.
But he had an idea for the cause of the filter.
It was (Y/N).
The girl he was on his way to see again. Not that he hadn’t spent most of the night with her too.
~~~
Sam was picking flower petals again, letting the pretty little plants make decisions for him.
“I’ll see her today. I won’t see her today. I will see her today.” He threw the empty stem to the ground, “Alright, I’m going to see her today.”
He sighed, nerves beginning to eat away at his stomach, “Will I finally try to kiss her?” He picked up the next fallen flower, “I will. I won’t. I will. I won’t.” He paused before picking the last petal, “I will.”
The nerves became a stream of adrenaline to his heart, “I trust you,” he spoke to the flowers, “I’ll bring a couple of you for her just in case.”
He took her a bundle of wildflowers, knocking on her door and practically begging her to walk down to the pond to watch the sunset. He knew she suspected something when she questioned his rambling of counting lightning bugs.
He desperately tried to pull himself together as the frogs croaked and reeds sang. He quoted facts about the lily pads and the pale pink and purple flowers that blossomed there.
(Y/N) held his hand to shush him, “The sun is setting, Sam.” She gazed at the horizon, “That is why we came down here, right?”
Sam had to remind himself how to move his tongue to speak, “Right.” That was a lie. “That was a lie,” he repeated aloud after his own thoughts.
She turned her gaze to him, brows contorted, “Sorry?”
He refrained from cursing himself, “I had different intentions coming here with you.”
She suddenly found herself biting back a smile. Just as she suspected, Sam was probably going to make an attempt to kiss her. And she was going to let him.
“Tell me,” she said softly.
Sam swallowed, inching closer to her, “I… I had hoped to…” he was leaning in, face blooming into a rosy hue.
(Y/N) matched his movements, urging him on, “Hoping to what?”
Then his lips met hers, quick and pressed and hot. He pulled away just an inch, “Oh.” It made her grin.
“Is that all you have to say?” she nearly giggled. But Sam’s reply silenced her.
His eyes went from her delighted eyes to her grinning mouth, and he went for her lips again. This time his hands flew for her cheeks, holding her to his mouth.
~~~
Sam was knocking on her door again, giddy with the happiness coursing through him. And the mere sight of her… well he thought he might just explode.
“Hello,” she said brightly. “I haven’t seen you in nearly six hours.”
He nudged her inside and closed the door, again lost for a reply. He just knew he wanted to touch her again, kiss her again.
He grabbed her face and found her lips. Soft and still at first, introducing the moment with light hands on her cheeks. There was barely a disconnect as he tilted his head, moving her in the direction he wanted.
Tentative as he explored the sensation of her. Her feel, her taste, her warmth. One of his hands slid to behind her neck, fingers sliding through her hair. He realized that with his hold he could maneuver her however he wanted.
She was melting into him, her own hands trailing up from his chest and to the base of his neck. She followed where he went, kissing him in return with just as much rising vigor.
It was all so new. And it made him hungry.
Hungry for more, just more of her, of (Y/N). He didn’t know what to do with himself, he just wanted to consume her. He wanted to hold her and never let go.
And in a way that only Samwise could, he became achingly sweet. He moved from her lips to her cheek, pressing little kisses down until he was lining her jaw. His hands had moved to gather her in his arms.
He held onto her, face now pressed into her shoulder, putting a featherlight kiss there.
(Y/N) wrapped her arms around him, feeling so airy she might as well float to the ceiling. “Sam?”
He held her not tightly, but securely. He was too elated to understand the feeling of not wanting to let go, and it led him to grin in a way that only came from the truly happy.
“You haven’t said a word since I opened the door,” (Y/N) laughed, “Are you alright?”
Sam took a deep breath, pulling away only to put his hands back on her face. His thumbs traced her cheekbones, “This feels like a dream.” He put a gentle kiss to her forehead, “A very lovely dream.”
(Y/N) had never felt so cared about, so important, but under the hands of Sam she was everything.
“Then lets never wake up,” she laughed, taking one of his hands to kiss his palm.
Description: The Fellowship has been stopped at Caradrahas, and you and the hobbits are beginning to feel the cold.
Warnings: gets angsty, reader momentarily contemplates death
a/n: Well, I did it! First one shot! Also, I should mention I like writing in a universe that's closer to the books than the movies, and I thought, where better for an angsty fic than that part where they're stuck in the blizzard and everyone is getting hypothermia? Leave a comment of some feedback if you will, it's like "writer motivation juice":)
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“Caradhras was called the Cruel, and has an ill name,” said Gimli, “long years ago, when rumor of Sauron had not been heard in these lands.”
“It matters little who is the enemy, if we cannot beat off his attack,” said Gandalf.
“But what can we do?” cried Pippin. He was leaning on Merry and Frodo, and he was shivering.
“Either stop where we are, or go back,” said Gandalf. “It is no good going on. Only a little higher, if I remember rightly, this path leaves the cliff and runs into a wide shallow trough at the bottom of a long hard slope. We should have no shelter there from snow, or stones – or anything else.”
“And it is no good going back while the storm holds,” said Aragorn. “We have passed no place on the way up that offered more shelter than this cliff-wall we are under now.”
“Shelter!” muttered Sam. “If this is shelter, then one wall and no roof make a house.”
~ J. R. R. Tolkien
You wrapped your cloak about your shoulders as tightly as it would go, rubbing the coarse, worn threads against your shoulders in a vain attempt to get warmer. The snowstorm hadn’t let up at all since the Fellowship had slowed to wait out the storm, and you were beginning to feel the biting cold – really feel it, in a deep and scary way that was freezing the feeling right out of your body and making you feel all thick and heavy.
To your right, the other four hobbits were huddled in a cluster behind Bill the pony, trying to stay warm. Sam, angel that he was, was actively trying to warm his companions up, rubbing their shoulders and pulling blankets out of packs to wrap them in. You watched as he wrapped a blanket around Frodo’s shoulders, then practically squawked in alarm and pulled Pippin up from where he’d been trying to lay his head down in the snow – he was the tiniest of the five of you and hadn’t been bearing the frigid temperatures very well.
Even though there was no heat to be found anywhere, a tiny part of your core warmed watching Sam take such good care of his friends. You knew that, even in a hopeless situation like this one, he’d fight until the very last to protect everyone that he could. Me next, a tiny voice in the back of your mind whispered. Please come take care of me next.
A gust of wind blew snowflakes into your eyelashes, and you choked on a cough as the bitterly cold air hit the back of your throat. You knew Sam wouldn’t be coming to warm you – you explicitly told him not to. There’d only been room for four to shelter behind Bill, and you knew in your heart of hearts that the other four were far more important to the quest than you were. They hadn’t asked for you to sneak after them on this quest – it wasn’t their fault that you’d been snooping to see why Sam was moving to Crickhollow. They didn’t make you chase after them into the old forest when they suddenly left early one morning, or stalk them until you were all caught by the Barrow-Wight. They weren’t supposed to be saddled with you, and you weren’t going to be the one extra person who caused the downfall of the Fellowship.
Sam had been angry when he found you’d tagged along. The two of you had fought – he’d said things that made your heart ache, like “you weren’t supposed to be here,” “I never wanted you involved in something like this,” “can’t you just go home, Y/N?” Because you wanted to be there. You wanted to be there, heart, body, and soul, because he was there. You’d die before you let Samwise Gamgee run off on a dangerous quest that he might never return from without saying so much as goodbye to you. In fact, there was quite a bit more you’d like to say to him, but the two of you had barely said two words in passing to each other since that fight. Because then the Nazgul had come, and you’d had no choice but to continue on with Strider and the rest. They were stuck with you.
But you weren’t as important. You weren’t needed, and you could feel it. Which was why you were letting the other hobbits take the available shelter; “I’ll be fine keeping watch here,” you’d told Sam shortly. “Tend to the others. I’ll sit with Boromir and Legolas.”
Now, the cold was getting to you, and almost twice as fast as the others. You’d been sitting on Boromir’s right, and his tall figure provided some refuge from the gusts of snow that blew at you, but small piles of white were beginning to collect in the folds of your clothing, and your eyelashes were cold against your face when you blinked, which you were doing much more slowly and frequently as the cold threatened to take you into a never-ending sleep.
Perhaps this is how they’ll get me off their hands, you thought dejectedly. This cold will freeze me to the bone, but perhaps it’s better off that way.
Another part of your mind pushed back. You haven’t told him how you feel yet, it argued. You’ve got to live for the day that you can hold Samwise’s hands and tell him that you love him, live for a time when his arms will give you all the warmth you could ever need – a time past this when we can have time for love again.
You remembered his scathing comments, the ones that proved you weren’t wanted.
Perhaps life was just full of those sorts of disappointments, sorely and bitterly freezing, as cold as the end you were surely about to meet.
You closed your eyes, letting the cold numb away the last of the feelings you would ever have.
“Y/N?”
A voice.
“Y/N! Oh, she’s so cold...I never should have let her out of my sight.”
It couldn’t be. Shouldn’t be.
“Please, someone, a blanket…anything! Get her warm. Bless you. Boromir. I’ll repay you somehow, swear. Hold on to me, Y/N. I’ve got you.”
You fastened yourself to the sound of Sam’s voice, and hauled on it as hard as you could to pull yourself back to the conscious world.
One eye opened, then the other. You gasped and shuddered as the cold came rushing back in an icy surge – the numbness was leaving, but at least you still had feeling in your extremities. As you came to, you noticed just the barest warm presence enveloping you, not unlike a blanket.
You half-expected to be met with snowflakes falling into your eyes, but none came. You were met with the image of a tall animal with four legs, shuffling its feet to keep warm.
“Bill?” You rasped, confused. Then you realized where you were – and how you were, more so.
It was Sam. Of course, it was Sam. He was holding you tightly in his arms, with the two of you seated so you were as close as possible; if you would have had any blood circulation to spare, you might have managed a blush. His warm chest pressed against your back, and a scrap of something soft was tucked around you – a scrap of Boromir’s cloak, you realized, cut rather jaggedly like it had been sliced with a sword.
“This will be the death of the halflings,” you heard Boromir say, but his voice was distant in your ears. You managed to tilt your head so you could look into Sam’s eyes.
I’m sorry for being such a burden, you wanted to say. I’m sorry that I’m here.
Instead, all you could stutter was, “S-s-so c-c-c-cold, hur-r-rts.”
Sam looked back at you, a startlingly fierce look in his eyes. “I know. I’m so sorry I let you go so far. But you’re going to get warm again, soon if I have any say in it. We’re going to be alright, Y/N.”
The sudden his change in his demeanor was unexpected, but you weren’t going to complain. You nestled closer, clutching the scrap of Boromir’s cloak in one hand and Sam’s arm in the other.
A rustle in the snow next to you – Legolas knelt down next to Sam, holding a bottle. “Miruvor,” he said softly. “Elven cordial – one small sip for each of us, but it holds the promise of fresh strength and warmth. There is enough to split between the five of you.” He handed the bottle to Sam with an encouraging look.
Sam held the bottle straight out to you. “You have mine, Y/N,” he said stoutly. “I haven’t felt the cold much, I’ll do alright without.”
It was tempting to take the liquor and down as much as you could – it was clear and sparkling in the bottle and smelled of warm spices. But you pressed it back into Sam’s hand, noting how his fingertips had an icy coolness to them. “There’s enough for each of us,” you echoed. “You first, Samwise.” You tightened your grip on his wrist, weak as it was, hoping to communicate that you hadn’t completely lost your strength.
Sam shook his head and uncorked the flask. “I’d never known anyone more stubborn before you, do you know that?”
You chuckled, just a little. “I’d s-say yes, but you’ve known your-r-self your whole life.”
He was convinced quickly – you guessed he was colder than he let on. After a tiny sip, it was your turn. The liquid hit your throat warmer than you’d expected, and you shivered at its sweetness and flavor. The miruvor had a vitality to it that you’d never gotten from any food before – part of the elven magic, you supposed.
Sam would have gone absolutely mad over this back when we were still naïve little Shirefolk, you thought sadly. Not just having been in the presence of elves, but traveling with them, and tasting their potions…only the circumstances absolutely ruin it.
You felt your strength returning, and an internal warmth tingled through your bones. Your limbs moved with less stiffness, and your eyelids didn’t feel so heavy – the cold was by no means blocked out, but the worst of it seemed to have come to pass.
You lifted your head and looked around. Gandalf seemed to have overcome his aversion to fire, for one had been lit and was crackling merrily under the shelter of the cliff. The other hobbits were huddled around it; Merry was practically pouring the last of the elf cordial down Pippin’s throat (the youngest hobbit looked to be in barely a better state than you were). Frodo was curled up next to Boromir, who was constantly prodding the hobbit to ensure he was awake.
It was at this point you realized you were still seated on Sam’s lap, and an uncomfortable number of conflicting feelings struck you with such ferocity that it seemed more prudent to avoid them altogether, You made to crawl off of Sam’s lap and join everyone at the fire, but a firm grip on your wrist held you back.
“Wait.” There was a different note in Sam’s voice, one that made you turn quickly. “I want to know why you did that just now. Why would you put yourself at risk like that, refusing shelter and tryin’ to go off on your own? You could have easily died. Matter of fact, you almost did.”
This was it. Here came the conflict again – why are you here, Y/N, ruining our grand adventure? Maybe if you just laid it all out on him, he’d leave you be.
You inhaled, then let all the words on your mind out in one breath so nothing could be held back. “I don’t belong here, Samwise Gamgee. You of all people should see that, since you’re the one who tells me so often. I know I’m a burden, and I hate that you hate that I’m here. This whole quest would be better off without me, alright? You, Frodo, Pippin, Merry – you’re the important ones. You need to survive, so I gave you the shelter. It doesn’t matter if I die here. In fact, it would probably help you all along. So there you have it. Happy? Now if you don’t mind, I do prefer being alive at this time, so I’m going to try and get some warmth.” The rant left a nasty taste in your mouth, like you’d spit something toxic.
“It does matter.”
You didn’t want to hold your breath, to wait and see what followed, but you did anyway, because no matter what he had said, there was a reason you’d stole away from Crickhollow early that morning. There was a reason you’d chased Sam all the way through Middle Earth, up until now.
Sam took your hand in his. “It matters to me, Y/N. It matters because… because… well…” He stopped and looked away.
You were speechless. In all your time, Sam Gamgee was the poet. He always had pretty words to say. You’d never seen him at a loss for them.
When he turned back, that fiery look of resolution was back on his face. You almost didn’t have time to process it, because before you could blink, he was kissing you – a strong, passionate, romantic sort of kiss, one that would have had you weak at the knees if you weren’t already sitting on them. You once again found yourself frozen and unable to move, but this time it wasn’t cold or altogether unpleasant; in fact, a lovely, tingly sort of warmth was spreading through you. You summoned up all your willpower and threw your arms around Sam, kissing him back with as much intent as you could muster.
After some undefinable amount of time (you never knew how long that first kiss of yours was – only that there were many future ones), he finally pulled away, as pink in the cheeks as a frozen hobbit could be. “I hope that explains some things,” he said rather shyly. “I only wished you weren’t here because this quest could be the end of us all, and I want you alive and happy and safe. If I were to be the selfish sort, I’d have taken you with me from the beginning, if only so I could have your beauty and kindness to get me through the struggles of each day.”
You shivered, though the cold likely wasn’t the cause. There was the poet you’d fallen in love with – the strong soul who you knew would probably be the reason this quest succeeded, if the Fellowship could make it off this cursed mountain. “Well, you make the worst sort of liar, Samwise,” you said, but there was a smile on your face. “You had me fooled – though I suppose you’ve somewhat made up for it now.” In fact, you could barely suppress the giddy grin that was trying to stretch your frozen cheeks.
Sam laced his fingers through your cold ones. “Well, I suppose there’s no turning back now, so we might as well make the best of it. I suppose I can hardly complain now, with you as my companion...or sweetheart now, I suppose.”
“I’ll tell you a secret,” you whispered, “I’ve always wanted to hear you say those words.” You squeezed his hand. “I came because I couldn’t stand to leave you, and I don’t plan to. Let’s go warm our bones before we freeze into a pair of hobbit-sicles.” You tugged him after you to the fire, which warmed everyone through the night.
First this Hobbit comes back from an "unrespectable" adventure and now he's taking care of some lost child he found near outside the Shire, nah this just ain't right was what his neighbors thought, but Bilbo Baggins, son of Belladonna and Bungo begged to differ. He'll teach you all about what it means to be a Baggins. He's never had any biological children of his own, but it didn't really matter if you were blood-related, or not. Bilbo cares about you like a father. Not having much experience in parenting does make him kind off anxious sometimes. He's just scared you'll get hurt, or those bloody Sackville-Bagginses would try to scare you away, but he'll stand up to them and send anyone who dares to try to hurt his little darling, home with their tails between their legs because let's be honest. Bilbo's probably grown a spine, maybe two after his adventure. When he takes Frodo in, you two become like siblings, causing all sorts of mischief and pranks around the Shire, much to Bilbo's annoyance but it did warm his heart to see his child and nephew becoming such good friends.
Frodo Baggins
Oh this traumatized hobbit, bless his little heart. He'd do anything for his child. He'd be a gentle parent in my opinion. After having endured so much pain and suffering Frodo just wants his child to have the best life. He would never ever want to them to endure the same pain he has. Frodo would also try to spend a lot of time with his kid, telling them about his favourite stories and about the journey to Mordor. He had lost his parent at a very young age for hobbits so Frodo makes sure to give you as much attention as possible and in a way you're his little sunshine that reminds him of much happier days. If it weren't for you, his beloved child, he'd never thought he'd feel the same happiness ever again he felt before the one ring came to him. You're the little light in his life he never knew he needed and he's so happy he gets so see you grow up and he will always care about you.
Samwise Gamgee
I think that Samwise Gamgee has always dreamed of having his own family one day, preferably a big one. So when he saw you, a lost injured child without a home, he immediately took you in. His father, the Gaffer became like a grandfather to you and Sam's siblings, especially his sisters were always doting over you, knitting, sewing you clothes, or giving you their old toys. Sam would teach you how to cook and when you get sick, he'd make you some vegetable soup and you'll feel better in no time. Gardening is also one of the things your dad Sam would teach you and when Elanor and his other children are born he feels like the happiest hobbit dad in the world, because who else would have such a delightful big family. Seriously, there's never a boring moment and Sam and his wife Rosie love you all with all their hearts. It didn't make a difference to him if you weren't a hobbit and ended up being way taller than him or not, you'll always be his little potato.
Rosie Cotton
This lovely hobbit lady is so underrated and it's a crime. I really wish we knew more about her, but Rosie always striked me as a super sweet and friendly gal. One day she found an abandoned child in the Shire and being the sweethearted Miss that she is, she took them home and started caring for them. Even bringing them to her workplace where the other hobbits would look in awe at "her" cute child. When Elanor is born Rosie was so happy for her little one to have a big sibling now and all of her other children would look up to them as well, getting in all sorts of play fights and mischief with Rosie and her husband Sam smiling at their beautiful family. She would sew you new clothes and bake you the most delicious pies ever. Rosie would absolutely be a kind and wonderful mother and she is grateful for her gorgeous family.
Meriadoc Brandybuck
Now this hobbit lad is definitely more clever than other people give them credit for, so when he becomes a dad, he'd really give some off his wisdom to his child. Telling them stories about how he and Éowyn defeated the Witch King and when Pippin and him got captured by orcs. Speaking of Pippin, this rascal would definitely become sort of an uncle to you and you couldn't ask for a more funnier one than him. Merry definitely matured a lot after the journey, so when Pippin tells you stories about how he and Merry stole food from farmers, he'd glare at his cousin, because Merry doesn't want you to get any wrong ideas, much to yours and Pippin's amusement. But despite everything, Merry is very proud to be your dad. It doesn't matter if you're a hobbit, elf, dwarf, or other, he deeply cares for you and always will. And I'm more than sure his wife Estella will cherish you like her own child as well.
Peregrin Took
When he was younger, Pippin got scolded for being too childish and being the son of Paladin, a very important member of hobbit society, he grew up to be his heir. Pippin would remind you to keep that joyful side of yours, to embrace it. Now he wouldn't encourage you to steal from farmers like he did, when he was a youngling, but he would remind you to stand up for yourself and never let anyone make you feel small, or useless. During the journey to destroy the ring, he was the youngest of all the Fellowship members, so I'm certain there were at least a few times when he felt underestimated, so Pippin makes sure his child gets to live life to the fullest, having a happy childhood, enjoying the simple pleasures of life and having fun. His older sisters would take good care of you too and they're the best aunts you could ask for. When he marries Diamond and little Faramir is born they are so happy to have you as a part of their lovely family and that their youngest gets to grow up with the best big sibling in the whole Shire.
Would you be willing to write headcanons about Samwise and Pippin falling in love with an eccentric cheerful human reader please?🧡🧡🧡
Sam:
- Oh poor Sam. He doesn't know what to do with himself.
- You're always so sweet and nice to him. And gosh if you weren't pretty.
- Even if you were one of the big folk. He never understood how some of the older hobbit men could write someone off just because they were 'big'
- Sam didn't care if he did have to stand on a table to be able to look you in the eye; You had a smile that melted him from the inside out.
- Not that he was ever going to tell you that.
- Sam would rather throw himself in the River Brandywine than even think about telling you how much he liked you.
- No he was much more content pining loveloenly from afar.
- Which is exactly why his friends had pushed you two together the next time you'd come to Hobbiton for the market.
- After some encouraging words from Frodo and much bullying from Merry and Pippin, Sam finally managed to speak to you.
- The connection was instant.
- And the poor gardener followed you around for the rest of the day like a lovesick puppy and insisted on helping you with your shopping.
Pippin:
- Oh god... there's two of them now.
- Merry isn't much better, but he's always the slightly more level head to Pippin's eccentricities.
- That's go straight out the window.
- In true Took fashion, Pippin just has a lust for life and a very un-hobbit like love of adventure, and now he's found someone as equally enthusiastic about it all as him.
- There are no mistakes when the two of you are off and up to something, only happy accidents.
- There's always something for the two of you to explore, though you tended to spend more time exploring Buckland or around your village near Bree than you did in Tookland
Easier to convince Merry along on your outings then.
- With the humans, Pippin was a bit of an odd commodity - Hobbits weren't unheard off, but they weren't a common occurrence; and Pippin was always friendly and funny.
- But with the hobbits... well, they were never outright rude or disrespectful, but it wasn't hard to notice that most outside of Pippin's closest friends and family were less than enthusiastic about seeing you.
- The two of you were labeled as Disturbers of the Peace
