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Greetings, welcome to the Shire. If you enjoy Lord of the Rings, and just want to enjoy some fluff with a dash of angst then look no further. I’ll post everything here from recipes I find that give all those cozy Hobbit hole feels to sweet x reader fics that will warm you up on a cold autumn day. As for what you will find here well, it will be altogether unexpected. 

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LOTR Imagine: How they pamper you & how they want to be pampered

Aragorn: 

How they pamper you: Protecting you. Telling you stories and singing to you when you’re upset. Laughing even at your stupidest jokes (you’re the only one who can make him laugh like that). Buying you small things from towns and markets he’s visited. Composing songs about your wonderfulness and singing them on hikes. 

How you pamper them: Show him your favorite places!! You can also wash his hair and help him bathe when he's too tired to (or else he might forget to bathe all together). Share stories with him about your life, world and mythology. Aragorn's love language is Acts of Service so even just cooking for him or washing his clothes makes him weak for you. 

Boromir: 

How they pamper you: Buying you things - if you point it out in a shop window, it’s yours. Purposefully flustering you with compliments and simple gestures. Also more grand gestures like big displays of affection, like picking you up and twirling you around when he’s happy. Having his brother teach him how to write poetry for you. Protecting you. Dancing with you in the kitchen. 

How you pamper them: Let him lay his head on your chest and pet his hair after a long day. Run into his arms when he returns home and press kisses all over his face. Make him things and, no matter how small, they will be cherished. 

Faramir: 

How they pamper you: Writing poetry about you. Always encouraging you no matter what. More subtle displays of affection like writing you love letters and giving you hugs throughout the day. Long strolls throughout Gondor and the surrounding woodlands. 

How you pamper them: Please let this man be the little spoon, he just needs to be held after everything. Play with his hair. Leave kind notes for him all around his bedroom and study for him to find. His love language is Words of Affirmation so repeat that you love him no matter how many times he needs to hear it and he’ll be yours forever. 

Legolas: 

How they pamper you: Taking you on hikes. Singing you lullabies and songs when you can’t sleep. Dancing with you. Carrying you whenever he can because he loves how you feel in his arms. Braiding your hair. Teaching you all he knows about archery and elvish culture. Surprisingly, a lot of physical touch. Protecting you and always checking that you’re okay. 

How you pamper them: Let him listen to your heartbeat with his excellent Elven hearing to remind him that you’re here with him. Play with and braid his hair. Give him physical affection because he craves it more than he’ll ever admit. Kiss his temples and help him with his duties and chores. 

Frodo: 

How they pamper you: Always asks how you’re doing today. Writing fondly about you in his journal and (later) book. Always forgiving you no matter what. Infodumping to you. Kissing you wherever he can reach (your forehead or hand depending on your own height). 

How you pamper them: Help him with his chores. Carrying him around. Brush his hair. Help him through his pain. Bring him little gifts you find throughout the day. Compliment him whenever you can, especially after the ring is destroyed. Cuddle with him while facing each other. Hold his face with both hands and kiss his forehead. 

Sam: 

How they pamper you: Cooking for you. Constantly asks how you’re doing. Never giving up on you no matter what. Taking you on garden strolls and pointing out plants to you. Complimenting you despite his shyness. Always going with you to collect firewood or something of the sort because he doesn't want anything happening to you. Protecting you. 

How you pamper them: Tenderly kiss his forehead. Infodump to him. Help him take a bath and wash off all the dirt and grime from him after he’s been gardening all day. Let him be the big spoon. Cook with him, especially baking him things. 

Merry: 

How they pamper you: Taking baths with you. Cheesy pick-up lines. Being 100% honest with you no matter what. Buying you fancy things, especially clothes since he loves seeing you try them on. Paying for your meals. Sneakily showing his love with surprise kisses and affectionate teasing. Always knowing how to make you smile. 

How you pamper them: Button up his waistcoat for him in the morning and kiss his cheek before you start the day. Help him out with his schemes. Tackle hugs and relieved kisses when he’s come home or you find out he’s safe. Cooking with him. 

Pippin: 

How they pamper you: Always complimenting you whenever he can. Making up sweet nicknames like pumpkin and honey buns to see if he can fluster you. Taking you on adventures and showing you his favorite places. Bringing you little surprises gifts like cook rocks and items he’s found throughout the day. 

How you pamper them: He’s insecure so make sure you tell him how pretty and good he is, no matter how many times he needs to hear it. Stand up for him against Gandalf. Treat him to a snack when you can. Kiss his cheeks one at a time. Hold him and let him rest his head against your chest. Give him surprise hugs throughout the day.

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soooooo cuute

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Imagine The Fellowship all sitting around the campfire halfway up Caradhras retelling the events of the Hobbit to Boromir and Aragorn Rashomon-style with Gimli going "my dad tells it this way" and Legolas going "well, my dad tells it this way" and the Hobbits all going "but Bilbo tells it this way!" and, even though Gandalf was fucking there for half of it, he refuses to weigh in on anything because watching them argue is more fun and also he doesn't remember because it was over 75 years ago.

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Even better: Gandalf remembers it perfectly fine but he keeps making shit up and agreeing to multiple different versions just to throw everyone off

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Too good to hide in the tags!

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Gimli sides with the Hobbits, no ifs ands or buts. Their version is the same one that his father would tell him when he was boy, and Boromir just sits there confused.

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Fortinbras the First

Part two: A Fine Stick 

Author’s Note: This is a Lord of The Rings fan story meant to depict the mentioned rumour of a Took having fallen in love with a fairy. It follows Fortinbras, an ancestor of the Took bloodline looking for his sister Felicity who has disappeared in the forest bordering Buckland. I have taken lengths to make this as accurate as possible, I hope you enjoy! Feel free to read part 1. 

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Leaves crunched underfoot, his only company was the occasional crow or other small birds that flew from the trees. Every so often a squirrel or mouse would rush across the carpet of leaves and startle him out of his thoughts. Fortinbas looked carefully along the trails, gently wiping leaves away to find tracks or trinkets that the children could have left behind, it was well past midday when he stopped. Splashes of sunlight desperately tried to pry its way through the treetops. Fortinbras took a deep breath, he had skipped breakfast, seconds, and elevensies. “Is it odd that I don’t even notice?” Fortinbras wondered, sitting on the ground with his back leaning against a stone. He recalled that usually he would become entirely unbearable if he missed meals, but he supposed these days he had too much on his mind. Fortinbras was able to get down some bread with homemade jam and some dried cured meat he had helped his father prepare. With a swig of water he allowed himself a moment to think. Turning Felicity’s stone in hand. It had buck teeth, and eyes that were two different sizes. “Her name is Slump!” He could hear her voice, so clearly.

  “Whatever would make you think of giving a lady such a name?” He had asked with a laugh, watching her place the stone on the wall on that late summer’s day. Her blonde curls were full of grass and flowers, blue as the sky he recalled. Blue flowers were her favourites, she claimed they were watered with fairy tears.

  “Cause I think that she would have a positively dreadful posture Fortinbras!” She had insisted, standing with her back hunched and her head to the side. “She would walk like this! Her head would be slumped over, and she would be ever so unpleasant you know.” He had laughed so hard he had fallen backwards into the grass. He opened his eyes, there was no summers day. Not even the sun to keep him warm. He could feel his nose running a little, his cheeks though he could not see them were a bright red and his nose was a hue that perfectly matched. Fortinbras stood slowly, continuing his journey along the path until the sky grew dark and it was entirely impossible to see.

  “I suppose I shall have to light a fire..” He thought, gritting his teeth as a sharp gust of wind blew through the trees and bit through his cloak. He could barely hold the matches steady as he piled the sticks with his numb shaky fingers. It took few tries of course, the match would fall from his grip and be lost to him or the cursed thing would break but he persisted and was rewarded with a decent bonfire. He tossed a bundle of weeds into the fire, as they burned the smoke swirled and mingled with the fire smoke. It was a trick to keep bears and beasts away, they hated the smell. “Maybe Felicity will see it, and she will come towards the firelight…” The hopeful thought was some comfort to him as he ate a little more bread, this time with some cheese. He managed to force down some more meat as well, he had a long day ahead of him tomorrow after all. Fortinbras curled up close to the fire, and fell asleep.

The dawn came, chilly and unpleasant. Before opening his eyes he could smell the damp earth, and the smoke that now clung to his clothes. When he opened his eyes, To his horror the ground was covered in a thick mist. There was no way he would be able to find any sign of footprints now, he had been hoping to start right away. Fortinbras took a deep breath and elected to have a small breakfast to start. In hopes the weather would fair better in an hour or two. He rummaged through his pack, finding a few sausages wrapped in cloth. “Maybe something hot would be better…” He decided, setting out his breakfast things before coaxing the fire back to life. It was hard with the damp forest floor but there he was able to start frying the sausages, the aroma helping him wake up. As he sat down to eat, his luck turned for the better and the sun came through the branches brightly. The light of the sun mingled with the last wisps of fog, and made the grey tree trunks look gold and silver. He couldn’t help but smile, and wondered if perhaps Felicity was looking at the sunshine as well. She did very much enjoy a foggy day.

“Face it Temi we are lost!” Felicity begged. It had been hours since they had seen the path, the sky was getting dark, and her fingers were frozen in her mittens. “Can we at least rest?” She asked, tugging on little Thembelton Bronwen’s jacket. He was barely a year older than her, but Felicity towered over him by a few inches still. It didn’t bother him at all, so he was the only boy that she would play with. He also came up with all the best games, but he had a poor habit of getting into trouble. Even though he didn’t mean to, as children often do, and this was one of those times. He clenched his fist and lifted the stick he had found earlier. It was after all, a very good stick. Or in the very least he thought so and one should never turn one’s nose up at a perfectly good stick. Even when facing grave peril, and he thought perhaps maybe it is in these dire circumstances when one needs a good stick.

  Temi waved the stick to and fro, puffing up his cheeks and chest. “Worry not my good woman Felicity, sir Thembleton shall find the way! Let us turn back and try to retrace our steps.” Felicity sighed. Her feet ached, it was already dark and when she looked up she couldn’t even see the sky.

  “Thembleton…” She mumbled, stopping in her tracks. Her hesitation caught his eyes, Temi lowered his stick and his playful eyes became serious as he walked towards her.

  “You’re…actually worried aren’t you?” He asked slowly. “Oh I’m sorry Felicity…I got carried away again didn’t I?” Temi took a deep breath. “Okay, what do you think we should do? I have no ideas personally.” Felicity looked up with a small laugh, holding his hand as she looked around slowly.

  “Well…I’m scared, and I don’t think we should walk much further…let us see if there are any more sticks and stones, I swiped father’s tinderbox.” She whispered, as if her father would pop up from the bushes and scold her until he was blue in the face. “I was going to toast the bread mother packed me for lunch.” Thembleton grinned, shaking his head in amazement.

  “Your wonders never cease! Ever full of surprises Felicity, and worry not!” He repeated, lifting his stick. “We can break up this fine blade, and use it’s light to find more wood.” Felicity took the stick and thanked him before setting to work. There was just enough light as dusk overcame them for her to light a small fire. As it burned, Felicity stayed at it’s side, trying to make it last as long as possible as Temi made quick work of searching around for twigs, bark, and dry grass. They were lucky, there had been no rain and there were plenty of sticks, dry leaves, and other things for them to build a very nice fire. Felicity took her handkerchief and wrapped up a rather large bundle of twigs and placed them in her bag to keep them dry. The morning would come quite damp. “Here, I found some mushrooms to eat with your bread and cheese, tomorrow I am sure we can find some more and perhaps even chestnuts!” Temi smiled gently, his soft brown cheeks glowing in the fire. “Don’t worry, I will see to it that you get home safely.” They enjoyed their small meal or in the very least it was small by Hobbit standards. A small sweetbread each, with plenty of mushrooms and cheese. Felicity saved the third sweetbread and small jar of jam she had for breakfast tomorrow. Temi agreed this was certainly a smart choice but he was keen on finding more mushrooms tomorrow. Perhaps he would even find another good stick.

  The next day, their luck faired far worse. They were woken to small drops of rain before a dreadful downpour overcame the poor children. They held hands, running towards a grove of trees they saw in the distance. Unknown to them, but they had strayed far from the path and by choosing to go deeper into the wood they lost all hope of finding the path again. Felicity and Temi sat huddled together under a grand pine tree, shivering from the cold. “Those dry stick will come in handy.” Felicity offered, Thankful for the drooping Pine branches that protected them from the wind. The rain had stopped that afternoon, but the two children were far too cold to walk much further so they gathered any mushrooms, nuts, and berries that they could find. “I brought my pocket knife, if you have any string I could make some squirrel traps.” She grinned, sitting upright.

  “I shall make us some stew then, there are many lovely roots and things that grow in this area.” Their fears were far behind them, surprising for children that are lost and hardly prepared for winter’s coming. That is because children unlike adults, have an uncanny resilience and stubborn nature that never allows hope to cease.

  Fortinbras’ hair was starting to freeze at the tips, his rather large nose bright red against his pale skin. His toes were starting to get uncomfortably cold and they ached, but he pressed on. The air felt sharper than knives with each breath, the condensation from his breaths making his scarf both dampen and freeze as it rubbed against his chin. He looked up to the sky, starting to feel dizzy as noon went and passed, he had seen no sign nor sound. How large was the woods again? No one had dared to enter except the outermost parts for firewood but surely it couldn’t be that vast? That was mad thinking, his mind racing as he fell to his knees. The trees were all starting to look the same, he air felt suffocating as tears came to his eyes. There was no way, there was no way he would find her in this forest. He closed his eyes for just a moment, just a moment perhaps he could rest.

  Before he opened them he felt a warm breeze that woke him from sleep. When he looked, there were bright flowers and the grass was green. There was not a single dry leave, the path gone and he heard birds singing in the treetops. The sky was bright blue, and every last ache in his body from his night on the forest floor had lifted from him.

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soup sketch

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This is a beautiful sketch! 

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Fortinbras the First

A LOTR fan story about the Took that fell in love with a fairy. I researched the Took family tree and came across the name Fortinbras; so I am deciding to make him the main character of this story. This takes place in the ancient days of the Shire, when folk were just starting to settle. 

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Part 1: What lies in the Woods? 

It was rumoured in the ancient days, that a Took had a fairy for a wife which left the bloodline not entirely Hobbit-like. Any who looked upon the beauty of Belladonna Took could not deny it, her beauty would make one’s heart slow. Well, it is time for those rumours to be put to rest. They are true. Hobbits were just settling in the Shire, though back then it was called other things entirely. Tilling the earth and forming the foundations of their families. Hobbit holes were sprinkled along the rolling hills with colourful doors like bright jewels. Jolly, happy faces filled with hope for a future of peace and plenty. They scattered across the fields and along a winding river, eyeing the deep forest on the borders of this new land with nervous glances for who knew what could be hidden amongst the trees and dark shadows.

  “Fortinbras the first?” A young hobbit stood slowly, looking out amongst the many hobbits that sat in a circle, hushed voices over mugs of steaming mulled wine. The cold autumnal winds blew and they could hear the rustling of the branches outside. The branches of trees that left every halfling in the room uneasy. He took a deep breath, finally daring to speak.

  “Something must be done, our communities are growing and children roam the pathways…I bring forward news and requests from those that live on the edge of the Old Forest, two of their young have gone missing.” No one seemed to be paying attention to him, whispering amongst themselves or looking over reports. “We need to save them! We must gather a search party!” Fortinbras begged, the hobbits looked to one another, refusing to meet his gaze. Fortinbras kept his eyes on them, looking at the leaders of every community and representatives of every important family of the Hobbit lands as they were known at the time. These older Hobbits were all tired, and their minds kept wandering to their empty plates that they wished were filled. He grit his teeth, clenching his fists tight. “Well? What say you?” He roared.

  The oldest among them stood, his shoulders hunched with age. “We grieve with you…Fortinbras By the water, but we have not the means to go running into the woods!” He insisted, “it is a shame, but I am afraid those young ones have had their fates decided…you must keep the children away from the woods and off the further paths unsupervised!” Fortinbras glared at them, staring him down before spitting on the ground and leaving.

  “May their screams haunt even your waking hours! I will find them alive or dead, and should it be that they are indeed lost to the darkness, know this! Their blood is on your hands! INDEED; KNOW THIS!” He roared. “All who hear me speak, this curse is spoken over you all!” He drew his cloak tighter and left. The bite of the wind made the fresh tears turn cold on his soft cheeks. Fortinbras felt numb but it was from more than the cold. He was shaking, his footsteps heavy as he made his way down the grassy paths. In the distance he could see the warm torchlights of cozy cottages and hobbit holes with the promise of a warm meal. He walked through the small winding paths, hearing joyful songs about the coming harvest. All the houses Fortinbras walked past were welcoming, but he turned around the corner onto the walkway of a darkened cottage. There was only a single candle flickering in the window and low firelight in the kitchen. He opened the door slowly and was greeted by an elderly halfing. She walked somberly, dressed all in black with her hair in tight bonnet. She brought him a basin of warm water and towels. She looked up at him, her eyes expectant and worried.

  “Fortinbras…what did the council say?” She asked, helping him wash and warm up his feet. He lowered his eyes, she could see the tear stains on his face.

  “I’m sorry mother…they won’t be sending out anyone to search the woods…” He wiped his face, leaning forward. Her hands were suddenly shaking, wrapping his feet in the warm towel. “Mother..” She was sobbing quietly. “Father!” He called into the dark house, “please put the kettle on?” Fortinbras helped her stand, rubbing her back as he lead her to the kitchen. Another elderly hobbit was already in there, working at the stove.

  “Oh my dear…” He sighed, helping her take a seat. “Rest love, please?” He begged, handing her a cup of tea as her sobs deepened.

  “My child! My poor child!” She cried, holding her husband’s arm. Fortinbras stood in front of the kitchen window, anger boiling inside him.

  “Fortinbras…what happened with the council!?” His father asked, looking to him with concern. His voice was grave, the sound of his mother’s sobs making his heart ache.

  “They think it a lost cause…they refuse to send out any scouts into the woods to look for the lost young ones…” He choked on his words, shaking. “I’m sorry…I failed you, I failed her…” His father sprang to his feet, gripping his shoulder tight.

  “Fortinbras now you listen to me, this is not your fault, you went to the council, you brought forth the cause.” He could hardly see through his tears. “Please, Felicity wouldn’t blame you!” Fortinbras grit his teeth.

  “Felicity…” He pounded his fist on the counter. “Those fat pigs are stuffing their faces, they didn’t even care! They made me sit through the whole meeting, and would not let me speak until their final hour.” He turned, his face twisted with rage. “I swear to you, I will find them myself! I have already made up my mind.” He took a deep breath. “I am leaving at first light tomorrow to search the woods, I just need to look for myself…” The two elderly hobbits looked to one another then embraced him tightly. “I can’t leave her out there..” He insisted his mother reached up to touch his face, her hands still shaking.

  “I know…I know that I can’t stop you, I know you must do this..” She gave him a tight hug. “Oh Fortinbras…” She sniffed. “Please find her…” He put his hands on her shoulders.

  “I will do everything in my power to bring her home…” He looked her in the eyes, “I promise.”

  It had been two days since the eldest of the Headstrong daughters had sought for him, tears in her eyes screaming that she had lost the children. Fortinbras had been at work in the fields, harvest was upon them, and it was nearly complete. He had four days before the first frost came and if he didn’t find them by then? He would be too late. It was obvious that he didn’t get much sleep that night, the grey of the morning made him stir out his stupor; grabbing his bag and putting on his warmest travel clothes. Fortinbras made his way downstairs, his feet dragging under him. He didn’t know what would be worse, finding them dead or not finding them at all. “I can’t allow myself to hope for the best…” He sighed, stepping into the kitchen.

The air was cold but he found himself already feeling numb with resolve as he stepped out the door and down the familiar lane. Along the low stone wall about their home were stones with faces scratched on them. He knew all their names; “Stinky, Bungo, Bee, and so on.” Felicity had named them, she had dozens of them littered about the garden. He leaned down and picked one up, he stared at the comical expression before pocketing it. His knuckles were white from gripping his pack as he stood before the opening in the trees. Nothing but an old axe and a sling at his side to protect himself. “Four days.” He told himself once more for the hundredth time. The breeze blew his dark curls across his face, “What darkness sleeps in these woods?” He wondered, only one way to find out. With that unhappy thought he plunged into the thicket as the sun crawled over the hill to warm the faces of the hobbits that lay still stirring in bed. 

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I am working on a fan story about the Took that fell in love with a fairy, I wanted to let you know that I am doing my best to make it as accurate to the lore as possible. I have been researching Hobbit family trees and doing my best to stay accurate to Shire history. Thank you so much!