WildWarCat

26. American. She/her. A bisexual equestrian chick who's just happy to be here. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!

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100 Word Prompts: Dance (Carol Danvers x F!Reader) Sit, Stay (Steve Rogers x Reader) Sea Foam (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Traded Places (AU!Natasha Romanoff x Reader) Haircuts (Platonic!Thor x...

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please be patient with me im from the 1900s

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GO WATCH RENEGADE NELL

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#they’re the same thing

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My back is starting to ache from all this daily porn bot weeding pls tumblr when will it end I’m too old for this crud

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Heyy : ))

I know your requests are closed rn but just for future reference do you write for elrond?

Yes I do! Including RoP Elrond :)

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Requests are now closed.

Due to an underwhelming number of requests sent, I am closing my requests early. Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season!

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Helllooo! I heard you were taking requests so here is one! Aragorn x reader engaged and Aragorn has to meet her family. He is a little nervous since she has quite a large family but when he ends up meeting them he loves them.

Adorable. Just... adorable.

Part of the Family (Aragorn x Fem!Reader)

“Relax, love. You’re too tense.” You said with a smile. You reached out to set a hand upon Aragorn's shoulder from where you sat on your horse in an effort to relieve some of his worries, but there was little effect. Aragorn's grip on his reins only tightened as you approached the Bree-land, his nerves getting the best of him.

"Forgive me, melleth." He replied softly, "But I've faced no greater task than this."

You rolled your eyes at his statement. Your fiancé was being a far too dramatic. Understandably, he was nervous about meeting your family for the first time; having spent so much time travelling around Middle-earth, you hadn't been home in years yourself, but introducing your fiancé was the perfect excuse to visit.

But Aragorn was overthinking the expectations your family had for him. You knew that they wouldn't care if he was the King of Gondor or a common peasant; he loved you and that was all that mattered. Aragorn, on the other hand, thought it necessary to exude perfection as best he could in the presence of your family.

"It's just around this bend here." You said, nodding in the direction of the Brandywine River. Your family had always been welcome amongst the Hobbits of Buckland, often trading cloth and wool with them in exchange for freshly grown vegetables and newly baked bread. And your family home rested at the edge of the Brandywine, perfect for transporting wares to Buckland, a task your oldest brother had assumed along with your father.

Next to you, Aragorn swallowed hard, your family home creeping into view. From where you were on the road you caught a glimpse of pale white smoke rising from the chimney, the scent of baked apples and cinnamon wafting toward you. Your mother was preparing a feast, no doubt about it. When you had first sent word of your engagement, your family had insisted upon bringing Aragorn to the Breelands to meet them. After all, it wasn't every day that the King of Men came riding into the western lands of Middle-earth.

As you and Aragorn came closer, you heard the voice of your second brother, Halforth, calling out to you, "Welcome home! 'Bout time you came back for a visit!"

"We were a bit busy, if you hadn't noticed. Big war and all." You answered, stopping your horse at the gate to your home and dismounting. You met Halforth halfway up the walk and gave him a strong embrace, laughing as his thick beard tickled your cheek.

"You look well, Y/N." He said with a smile when he finally released you. You grinned and dusted off your tunic, before glancing back at Aragorn, who was dismounting his own horse.

"That's him, then? The King of Gondor?" Halforth asked quietly as Aragorn came slowly up the walk.

"My fiancée, brother," you corrected, "be nice."

Halforth nodded once and walked up to meet Aragorn, glancing slightly down at him and puffing his chest. He eyed the former Ranger up and down for a moment before finally speaking to him.

"So... you're the one who's marrying my sister?" He said, his voice gravely and low.

Aragorn swallowed and nodded, "Yes."

Halforth's frown melted away, shifting into a bright smile. He let out a hearty laugh and wrapped his arms around the King's shoulders.

"Ha! Welcome to the family, brother! Come, both of you! Mother has luncheon waiting for us. The whole family is here and excited to meet you, Aragorn."

Clapping Aragorn heartily on the back, he began to usher you and your fiancée inside. As he was led into the house, Aragorn breathed a sigh of relief as he glanced over at you and saw you laughing with your brother. Contentment settled itself in his chest and he found himself smiling too.

He was home at last.

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Could I please be put on the Taglist for "For Forever?" I am very excited for what happens next!

Yes! You’ve been added!

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For Forever Pt. 4

TW: Mentions of blood, cutting

There were few things in Middle-earth as terrifying as a dragon. In your long life you had been witness to more than your fair share of the beasts, but Smaug was of greater concern. Gandalf had confided in you his fears of the impending rise of Sauron and a potential alliance between the Lord of Mordor and the great dragon. But the dragon was in fact none of your concern at the moment, despite the great rumblings that erupted from the mountain and the black smoke that billowed from its top.

What was your concern was Kili. The arrow he had been struck with was made with a Morghul shaft and the poison was now killing him. Bard, the bargeman who had been kind enough to take the company into Laketown had opened his doors to you and asked only that you keep his children safe.

"Oin, Fili, hold him down. Bofur, with me" You instructed the trio of dwarves who had offered to stay behind. Oin and Fili gripped Kili's shoulders and pressed him to the dining table as the dark-haired dwarf writhed in pain as Bofur looked him over.

"His fever is running high." You said, pressing a hand to his sweat-glistened forehead.

Bard pulled a roll from atop one of his cabinets and looked over several bundles of herbs that he had collected.

"I have nightshade, feverfew-"

"That won't do anything for this! What about Kingsfoil, have you got any of that?" You asked, glancing over at the bargeman. He shook his head.

"It's a weed. We feed it to the pigs."

"Pigs? Weed. Right." Bofur muttered to himself. You looked over at him and nodded.

The dwarf took off out the door to find the herb calling out as he sped off, "Don't move!"

As you waited for Bofur's return, you took up a knife from Bard's block and cut away at the cloth covering Kili's wound. It was black and putrid, wicked black tendrils spreading from the site of the injury. Despite the best efforts of his brother, the bindings that Fili had placed upon Kili's leg had done little to stop or even slow the bleeding.

"You were struck as well, Y/N. How is it you're not sick?" Fili asked you suddenly. You looked at him kindly and glanced over at Bard and his children, who were watching you with worried gazes.

"Because I am Maia, on my father's side, that is. As a being of good, evil cannot possess me. I am immortal, but death can greet me if I allow myself to become vulnerable to it."

A great rumbling from the mountain shook the very construct of the house, making Bard's daughters whimper.

"An earthquake?" Fili asked you. Your face turned grim and you shook your head.

"A dragon." You answered, turning to Bard, "Go now. Take your children and leave this place."

"And go where? There is nowhere else to go."

You straightened up and met his eye, "Anywhere is better than here. The dragon will kill you all if you remain in Laketown."

The bargeman grinned and reached up to the rafters of his house, pulling down a large, black-steel arrow.

"Not if I kill it first."

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Bard took the Black Arrow and his son to find the town's wind lance, leaving his daughters under your care. But with Kili growing worse and the mountain shaking, you had more than enough on your plate.

"Damn it all, where is Bofur?" You growled as you tightened the tourniquet you had wrapped around Kili's leg. Black, rotten blood continued to spill from the site of the wound despite your best efforts to stop it. You were running out of both options and time.

"Fili, go get some ice from the river." You instructed, "It may help with his fever."

The blonde haired dwarf nodded and made for the door, only to be met with an orc who had leapt down from the roof. The girls screamed in fear as Fili began to duck and dodge the brutal swings of the orc's axe.

"Oin, go!" You yelled, tossing him the kitchen knife you had used earlier. The elderly dwarf charged forward with youthful speed as a pair of orcs burst through the ceiling over the kitchen.

"Go." Kili whimpered to you, his dark eyes filled with pain. "Fight."

You turned away, pulling a pike hook from the table of weapons that Bard offered you before. It was heavy in your hands as you raised it like a spear and threw it with as much force as you could. The hooks cut through one of the orcs' chests, but it did little to slow him. You longed for your sword, still being held in the armory in Thranduil's halls.

The orc pulled the pike hook from its chest and threw back at you with greater force. Instinctively, you held out a hand and the pike hook froze in mid-air before dropping to the floor in front of where Bard's daughters had hidden themselves beneath a table. The beast lumbered toward you as two more orcs entered the home but came to a sudden halt when a familiar blade cut through its neck.

You turned to see Tauriel wielding your sword, making her way through the orcs that had invaded Bard's home with ease. Her eyes flicked over to where Kili lay writhing on the table, fear present in them as she continued to fight. Turning back to Kili, you saw that his lips had begun to turn blue as his face grew to a porcelain shade of white. He was dying, the poison of the Morghul shaft now choking the very life out of him.

You wracked your brain for any sort of idea that could save the dark-haired dwarf, before you settled on the only choice that would give him a chance. You set your hand on his chest and closed your eyes.

"Lar- mime óma, quer- -o i móre, túl at- ana i kal." You whispered, feeling a piece you leave your body and enter his. A part of your soul worked its way through Kili's body, drawing the evil from him and into you. Pain began to blossom in your leg where Kili's wound was, greater, sharper than any other pain you had experienced before. When your soul reentered your body, you fell to the floor with a pained gasp, your leg unable to hold you up anymore.

"Mellon, are you alright?" Tauriel asked you, the last of the orcs dead at her feet. You gritted your teeth and nodded, rising slowly to bear weight on your feet as the pain subsided. You faced Tauriel gripping the table tightly for support when you saw Legolas enter the house cautiously.

"I've given him more time, but only enough to last him a few more hours or so."

"How could you do such a thing?" The elleth asked you, amazed.

You sighed and released the table, stepping forward to take hold of your sword by its blade, letting it cut into your skin. You pulled your hand away slowly, showing the elves a gash that healed just as quickly as it had been placed.

"I am... not mortal. Not in any sense of the word. I am of the Maiar, a child of Draefend, the Forest Crafter."

You glanced hesitantly over Legolas, to see that he had begun to back away. His eyes, once bright and kind were now dark with a sense of betrayal. Tauriel rushed toward Kili, whispering low to you.

"Go to him."

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Translations:

Lar- mime óma, quer- -o i móre, túl at- ana i kal. -- Hear my voice, turn away from the dark, come back to the light.

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Hello love🥰 could I request some Aragorn headcanons (or maybe a fic, whatever suits you :) about his relationship with a small reader? Not hobbit level small but like 5'4" 😂 or maybe about a reader who's working with textiles?

Thank you so much and I hope you have a lovely day 🥰🤍

You got it sweets! Standing at a proud 5’3” myself, I had so much fun writing this!

Being the short one in a relationship with Aragorn would include:

You met on one of Aragorn's many journeys across Middle-earth. He was resting for the night at your family's tavern when he asked you to sit and drink with him.

He told you stories about the world and you fell for him right then and there.

Everything about him intrigues you.

Except for the fact that he literally towers over you.

This man, as noble as he is, can't stop himself from laughing every time you have to stand on a chair to get something from a high shelf.

"Are you sure you don't want me to get it for you, love?"

"NO! I CAN DO IT MYSELF! I'M SHORT NOT HELPLESS!"

Still grabs things for you or lifts you up if you need to get something.

Aragorn ✨LOVES✨ kissing the top of your head. All he has to do is lean down and BOOM head kiss.

No trouble sweeping you off your feet; he could carry you for days cuz ya know… you smol.

You love that he’s protective of you but have to remind him every once in a while that you can take care of yourself in the form of kicking ass and taking names.

Gets down on one knee to propose and he’s practically looking you straight in the eye (jk)

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Hey! Could you write an eowyn x fem!reader?

I sure can! Given that I pretty much have free rein on this, I've decided to do headcanons for Eowyn x Fem!Reader. Enjoy!

Going from best friends to lovers with Eowyn would include:

You met when you were kids, learning how to ride. Éomer kept teasing you because you were stuck a grumpy, old horse, but Éowyn made him stop.

From then on, the two of you were practically inseparable, running through the halls of Meduseld and driving the royal family insane with your pranks and jokes.

After Éowyn's parents died, she relied heavily on you. She came to you for advice, for a shoulder to cry on, literally anything she needed you gave her.

You realized you were in love with her when you saw her after the Battle of Helm's Deep. You had ridden off with Éomer when he was banished and arrived with the rest of the Rohirrim to drive off the orcs.

She found you amongst the chaos after the fight and when you saw the worry in her eyes, you knew you never wanted to see that fear again.

Telling her you love her at the celebration back in Edoras.

You took her outside to get some air and finally told her that she was the love of your life.

"I've loved you from the very first moment, nothing else in this world could hold my heart and soul as you do."

At first, Éowyn didn't know what to say; she wasn't expecting her best friend to be in love with her.

But after racking her brain, thinking about all the time you had spent together and she realized... she was in love with you too.

She told you before the Rohirrim began their march to Minas Tirith.

"I was blind to what my heart was telling me, but now I see it so clearly. I love you too, Y/N."

After the Battle at Pelennor Fields, you are both recovering at Minas Tirith as Aragorn leads the rest of the men to the Black Gates.

You spend the time in each other's arms, making up for lost time.

Literal lesbian power couple at Aragorn's coronation. Everyone wishes they were as amazing as you two.

Living your best life by Éowyn's side in Edoras until the end of your days. Pure gay bliss.

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For Forever Pt. 3

Legolas continued to visit you night after night, just as the she-elf, Tauriel, you learned her name was, visited Kili. You spoke of your adventures throughout Middle-earth, maintaining caution to not reveal that your stories happened over the course of millennia. Regardless, you found the prince to be enthralled by your tales, often grinning like a child by the end of them. In exchange, he would share tales of the Greenwood, one of the few places in Middle-earth you had never been before. 

“In the summer, the breeze would carry the scent of juniper and apple blossoms, but ever since the spiders came from Dol Guldur, the forest has lingered in a never-ending autumn, always dying but never dead.” He said sadly, “I long for the days of old, when Mirkwood was still green.” 

“I felt the sickness of this land from the moment I crossed its border.” You sighed, running a hand through your mussed hair, “If the Valar could see this-” 

You held your tongue, hoping the prince would not notice your slip. But he was too sharp for that. 

“I doubt they would depart from Valinor to tend to a dying forest, mellon.” He joked, his stunning smile making an appearance. You blushed, turning your head away in an attempt to hide it.

“Perhaps not. But there is more to this disease than you or your father know. A great evil looms over this world; one that has not been seen in centuries. Would they sail from the Undying Lands then?”

Legolas didn't respond, his eyes searched you for insight into your thoughts. But you were too good at closing your mind off, eliminating any tells that might give way to what you were thinking. He came up empty-handed as laughter and cheers from above rained down into the dungeon.

"Sounds like fun up there." You commented, moving away from the sad tone that your conversation had turned to. Legolas chuckled and nodded.

"Indeed. It is the Feast of Starlight."

You hummed, your eyes drifting upward to where the stars sat beyond the halls of Thranduil.

"Mereth -o gilgalad." You mused, "You Wood Elves certainly do love your stars. You should be there, you should celebrate."

"I have an eternity to celebrate the stars." He replied, his hand reaching for yours through the bars, "Time spent learning of what lies beyond the borders of this forest, that is even more precious than starlight."

You flushed, a sheepish grin forming on your lips. Above you, the laughter had quickly turned to sounds of a drunken brawl, with glasses and plates smashing and the pained grunts of elves bouncing off the walls.

"As kind as your words are, you may still need to get up there. At least before things get too out of hand." You remarked, releasing the prince's hand and bidding him farewell. When Legolas was fully out of sight, you forced out a disgruntled sigh, your head slamming against the stone confines of the cell.

"Bilbo!"

Balin's voice exclaimed the hobbit's name out of nowhere. You perked up, leaning toward the bars and heard the kind, hushed voice of Bilbo Baggins whispering to the dwarves, followed by the jingle of keys. Bilbo had found a way out.

When the hobbit reached your cell, you leapt to your feet and beamed.

"Excellent work, Mr. Baggins. You truly are full of surprises."

Bilbo's ears tinged red as he unlocked your cell door. Stepping outside, it seemed as though the air were cleaner on the other side, and you breathed it in deeply before turning to Thorin, who was starting to make his way up the steps to the doors you had entered through.

"Thorin." You said softly, making him stop, "Do not go that way. The elves have gathered for a feast; you go that way they'll bring you back here."

"Y/N is right." Bilbo agreed, looking over at the dwarf frantically, "Besides, I have another way out."

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Bilbo's way out was barrels. Specifically, emptied wine barrels that were floated down the river to a bargeman of Laketown. Seemed a simple enough plan to float down the river and escape with the elves left none the wiser, but as it had seemed with the entirety of the journey, the plan became anything but simple.

Guards had gone down to the dungeons to check on the company and found the cells empty. As such, you now found yourself trapped at the flood gates that were your only barrier to freedom. And to make the matters worse, orcs had tracked you from the Misty Mountains and were now upon you.

The guards that had been standing at the gate now lay dead at the feet of orcs, leaving you and the company with no way out. You could see the lever that operated the flood gates. If you could get to it...

You turned to Kili who was in the barrel next to you and bumped his shoulder, "I have a plan. Follow me."

Clambering out of the barrels, you and Kili leapt onto the stone walls and ducked under the oncoming blade that swung for your head. Reaching up, you struck the pressure points on the orcs arm, making him release his sword, which you grabbed with your other hand. Now armed, you began creating a pathway for Kili to reach the lever, slicing through orc flesh with ease.

As Kili reached for the lever and you downed the last orc in front of you, there was a sharp zip, and a sudden pain in your shoulder that spread to your hand. You dropped the sword in your hand and looked down to see that a Morghul shaft had been driven into your shoulder. In front of you, Kili groaned as a second arrow lodged itself in his leg.

The pain radiated through your body and you found yourself falling to your knees. The arrow had entered and exited in the same shot, it was easiest for you to simply push it through. So you did, biting your tongue to hold back a blood-curdling scream.

"Y/N! Kili!" Fili cried out, "Move!"

You glanced up to see an orc towering over you, an axe in his hands. He raised it above his head as you reached forward to grab hold of Kili, pulling him down into a barrel beneath the bridge. You ignored his cry of pain as the arrow in his leg snapped, rising to your feet and letting your eyes glow gold.

The orcs movements suddenly slowed as though it were moving through water, you ducked and dodged his swings easily as a league of elves finally approached, evening the fight.

"Nalkra ayh lat?" The orc demanded, as he gave up trying to strike you.

You didn't answer, reaching behind you to pull the lever that released the flood gates. The orc took a step toward you but was halted by the strike of a green-fletched arrow into his chest. The creature collapsed into the water below as you turned to see Legolas staring at you in bewilderment.

"Til mín govannon- ad-." You said with a half-smile, in a voice that was not quite your own. You climbed up the wall of the bridge and jumped, allowing your form to shift into that of a golden hawk, following the company as they floated downriver.

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Translations:

Mereth -o gilgalad -- Feast of Starlight

Nalkra ayh lat? -- What are you? (orcish)

Til mín govannon- ad- -- Until we meet again.

Taglist:

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@siriuslydestiny

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Hi! Just saw your requests were open! Could you write a pippin x fem!hobbit!reader where she’s having trouble realizing what she wants to do with her life while also dealing with Mutual Pining™️ but neither of them realize it (yknow, the woiks)? Sorry that’s so specific whejdjfjf

You got it! And don't worry about being specific, it actually helps! Enjoy!

Where Do I Go From Here? (Pippin Took x Fem!Hobbit!Reader)

Summary: You've spent your whole life in The Shire, you've always intended to live out the rest of your days there. But is that really what you want?

The Shire was your home, it always had been. Being a Proudfoot, it had always been your intention to stay there and live out your life happily, tilling the fields and tending to the goats and sheep your family owned.

But now, you weren't so sure. Why? 

Because of Peregrin Took. 

Pippin had been a friend since you were wee ones, chasing you around Hobbiton, or stealing mushrooms for you from Farmer Maggot’s fields. But then he was gone, off on an adventure, as many Tooks were known to do. And when he at last returned, dressed in fine clothes bearing the symbol of Gondor, you found that the care that you had held for your childhood friend had in fact been love all along.

He was different from the Peregrin Took that you had known as a youth and yet he remained the same. He was kind, fearless, and humorous. Most of the hobbits looked at him and Merry as though they were cracked. But not you.

So now you found yourself at a crossroad, something a respectable hobbit hoped would never, ever happen to them. Do you leave the Shire and look for satisfaction elsewhere? Or do you stay and continue to find yourself stumbling over words every time Pippin told you good morning?

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"You're drooling, Pip." Merry muttered, shoving his companion to snap him out of his stupor. He jolted upright, his mug of ale spilling as he jumped.

"What?" He asked airily, looking over at Merry in a daze. The Brandybuck rolled his eyes.

"You were drooling, you idiot. Just go over there and tell her how you feel. Confessing your love to Y/N is far less terrifying compared to comin' face to face with a bloody orc!" Merry exclaimed, raising his mug in your direction. You were sitting with a couple of friends, bowls of chicken stew in front of you, mugs of fine ale set next to them.

"It's not that simple, Merry. She's a popular woman, I can't just walk up and say, 'Hello, Y/N, I just wanted to tell you that I've been in love with you since we were kids and I'd like to court you, if that'd be alright with you.'" Pippin drawled, gripping his mug and taking a long swig.

Merry shook his head, giving his friend another shove. This hadn't been the first time they had discussed you. And Merry was certain it wouldn't be the last. So, he sucked in a breath and turned to Pippin, giving him an ultimatum that he wasn't expecting.

"Well, you best make your choice soon. Y/N's been talkin' to some of my cousins about buyin' a place out in Buckland with the intention of not comin' back. So, either you tell her how you feel, or you might lose her for good."

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"Y/N!" A familiar voice cried out to you as you were leaving the pub. When you turned to see that it was Pippin calling for you, you told your friends to go on home without you; the young Took would walk you home after you were finished talking.

"Pippin! To what do I owe the pleasure?" You asked him, plastering a smile on your face to hide the flurry of emotions that were coursing through you as Pippin came to a halt in front of you. He swallowed hard, his dark eyes scanned you up and down before meeting your gaze.

"I... I heard you were moving out to Buckland." He started, his voice a bit shaky. You nodded slightly.

"I've been thinking about it; found a couple of holes that are reasonably priced. But I haven't quite decided yet." You explained.

"Don't go."

Your brow arched, your mouth fell slightly agape. Pippin's eyes were wide with a slight fear.

"What?"

He cleared his throat and spoke again, a bit clearer, "I don't want you to go to Buckland."

"Why?" Your voice was barely a whisper, but he still heard you loud and clear.

"Because I'm in love with you."

Your heart stopped, and it felt like time did as well. Pippin was in love with you? This whole time... he had felt the same way?

"Y/N? You alright?" Pippin asked, reaching out to take your hand in his. You nodded, your false smile growing into a real one. You had made your decision.

"Yes. It's just that... I love you too."

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Oh, okay! Thank you for adding my request to the list and take all the time you need! Good luck on the semester!

Of course! My semester was incredibly successful and now I'm back! Enjoy your long awaited request!

Fight For You (Legolas x Fem!Rohirrim!Reader)

Summary: While standing guard for the women and children of Rohan at Helm's Deep, your desire for battle gets the best of you... as does your love for a certain prince.

You hated this. Hated being left to tend to the women and children of Edoras and Helm's Deep while your friends fought against an army of ten thousand Uruk-Hai. It had been your hope that Théoden would be more forgiving, offer you a chance to fight when there were so few who could, but he didn't. As your king, he ordered you to remain with those who could not protect themselves.

"I fear that our defenses may not hold, Y/N. And if that is so, I need you and Eowyn to defend the caves as best you can." He had told you. Not wanting to cause a scene in front of your friends, you smiled stiffly and bowed, thanking your king. But both Aragorn and Legolas caught sight of the anger brewing in your eyes, the resentment that you carried as you began to descend into the cave.

“Y/N!” 

You turned to see Legolas running up to you, his bow in hand. He met you with sad eyes, and strapping his bow to his back, took your hand in his. 

“Before you go, there is something I must confess.” He said, stepping ever closer to you, “I had intended to tell you after the battle was won, but I fear... I fear that there is a chance I may not return.” 

“Do not say such things, Legolas.” You pleaded, “You will return.”

“But if I shouldn’t,” He pressed, gripping your hand tighter, “I wish for you to know that I love you; I have loved since our very first meeting and if I should fall upon this battlefield tonight then I shall have died protecting you.”

You were speechless. On the verge of all out war, the elven prince of Mirkwood was standing before you, a common Rider of the Mark, confessing his love. 

“Legolas, I-” 

Your words were cut short when he pressed his lips to yours. It was a brief gesture, but the love that he had spoken of was there, as was the fear. Fear that he would never see you again, fear that he would never be able to say ‘I love you’ again.

You felt that fear too, though you would likely never admit it. You had fallen for the elf from the very moment you had set eyes upon him at the Council of Elrond. And if you were being completely honest with yourself, you’d rather die fighting alongside him then walk the earth without him. 

So you returned his kiss, with as much longing and love as you could, your hands setting themselves around his neck to bring you ever closer. 

When the need for air finally separated you, the desire to fight became unbearable. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. 

“Let me fight.” You whispered, hoping that the flurry of emotions would perhaps cloud his judgement for a moment. 

“I can’t. I would never be able to forgive myself if you fell before me. Please stay here, melleth.” He pleaded, his eyes begging you to stay away from the looming battle. You couldn’t say no, not when he looked at you like that. 

“Fine.” You submitted, stepping back and turning to enter the caves.

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As night fell over Helm’s Deep, great storm clouds rolled in, bringing crashes of thunder and heavy pouring rain that echoed through the cave. Beyond the walls of stone, you could hear the roars of Uruk-Hai and the defeated cries of men, making you grimace. Whimpers and sobs from the children echoed through the cavern, making your head pound as the battle raged on. 

Suddenly a massive boom sounded from beyond the cave. You looked to Eowyn fearfully and saw in her eyes that you had both come to the same conclusion. 

“They’ve breached the wall.” You muttered, not wanting the common folk to hear. Your hand set itself upon your sword as you turned toward the cave entrance. 

"Stay here, move the women and children into the mountain pass." You instructed Eowyn as you began to walk away, "I can't sit here and do nothing."

Before Eowyn could protest, you were gone, sneaking out through a displaced stone beside the great doors that served as entrance to the caverns.

Outside the safety of the mountain, chaos and hellfire was everywhere. Bodies lay strewn across Helm's Deep, black-fletched arrows and gaping wounds feeding a river of red and black blood that coated the pathways through the fortress.

The night was beginning to wane, the sky was shifting from black to deep blue as orcs and Uruk-Hai began to charge toward the mountain side, right where you were standing.

You braced yourself, gripping your sword with both hands, your eyes blazing. With a battle cry, you fearlessly surged toward the monsters. Your blade connected with flesh, and black blood spattered across your face. Heads began to roll as you worked your way slowly through the growing onslaught. Within moments you were outnumbered: where was everyone? Where was Aragorn? Where was Théoden? And what of Gimli and-

An arrow struck the head of an orc that was charging up behind you. The sound of more arrows whizzing past your face brought relief to your mind when you caught a glimpse of familiar green fletching. You turned to see Legolas lowering his bow and rushing over to you, an uncharacteristic scowl on his face.

"Are you mad?" He shouted over the shrieks and roars of battle, even though he was only inches away from you, "What are you doing out here?"

"They were charging the mountain," You answered smartly, "I was simply doing what I was tasked to do."

The elf's eyes softened and he reached out to wipe some drops of blood from your face.

"You are truly the most stubborn woman." He mused with a small smile. You returned his grin, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Let me fight, melleth."

Legolas sighed, but redrew his bow and nodded in the direction of a second wave of Uruk-Hai.

"As you wish, my love."