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Accountant AU where the reader works for a small town firm called “Istari Financial.” Making her living after coming home from college, looking after the books for the following local businesses…

The local vineyard, “Greenwood Acres” which has been around longer than anyone can remember, run by a single father as head of the business and a very dedicated team of young employees. Everyone from college hires to long time employees, but nobody in town can quite tell just how old anyone is.

A local business ring run by the Durinson Family who own nearly every business in town. The local brewery, the auto repair shop, the car dealership, the pawn shop, etc. They run everything as a family, but all answer to the head of the family, a bachelor who’s yet to get married as he’s “married to his work.” Though, he secretly has his eyes set on someone in town. Who though? Nobody knows…

The bakery at the center of town, called “Lorien Confection” where the man behind the counter greets customers, serves icecream and brags about his wife while the white witch in the kitchen rolls out goodie after goodie by the dozen of sugar-coated goodness. The baker earning the title of witch as she always seems to know what people want before they do.

The coffee/tea shop doubling as a wholistic whole foods store run by three best friends who rejected their respected posh lifestyles and struck out on their own straight out of college to bring clean, organic food to the town sourced from local farms. A store called “Three Hunters Whole Foods.”

A fish farming organization called “Bard & Son Fishery,” that works hard to protect local wildlife conservation run by a father of three which provides clean, non-gmo fish, hydroponic-grown greens, vegetables and strives to teach young people about respecting the planet and sustainable farming on field trips for the local elementary school.

And who could forget the local bar/restaurant, run by the Baggins family, Uncle and Nephew, along with their friends who provide an atmosphere of home and hearth hospitality to any and all who cross their threshold…right up until somebody asks them to host a party that doesn’t involve their catering.

And last but not least, the readers worst enemy, “Mordor Credit,” the local bank out to screw everyone over and take their businesses. The reader often times being the only thing standing between them and a hefty audit…or worse, an eviction…



Amazon: Rings of power reflecting modern times.

Lord of the rings after corona:

Lord of the rings before corona:

(not my pictures, credit to original owners, I did edit the first one though)

I found this scene really weird and forced. If she knew Elros and apparently is Elrond's best friend, shouldn't she be nicer to their descendants. Also if she had mentioned it earlier, then maybe she would have had an easier time in Nùmenor. But what bother me the most about this scene is this painting. It looks like someone painted everything else except for Elronds head, and then someone different came in later and did his head in a completely different style. His head looks so realistic compared to the rest of the painting. Like someone photo-shopped his head on an old picture and used a filter or something.

Also aren't they suppose to be identical twins. I can't find anything similar about them. Their eyes, their headshape, their nose, their eyebrows, even their ears are different. I mean Elros looks more like Thorin's long lost twin. Maybe if you squint really hard, but something is just really weird about this painting.

The only great thing about this painting is that the elves have long hair, :)

Can we talk about how touch starved these two probably were and how they always found comfort in each others arms even in the worst situations?

I’m alive and I’m trying to be active... Anyway, here is some Aragorn fou y’all

I started to read the Hobbit, and so I enter the LOTR fandom. But I wasn't ready to fall in the Legolas Greenleaf fandom.

Voice like a drum, love like a melody

🍂A Baggenshield angst word vomit because I love them🪨

⚠️Warning⚠️

The Hobbit Spoilers and Major Character Death

Word Count: 1407

I have never said I am a perfect man. Polite to a fault, kind as often as I can, truthful when it exists out of the realm of my greed. I am not perfect, and I am well aware of many of my shortcomings as they have made themselves evident over the course of my life.

When I was just a young thing, my father caught me scruffing with a wild fox over a branch neither of us had ever seen before. We had no claim over it, we laid eyes on it at roughly the same time. And yet, we both believed we had a divine right to this dead appendage of a birch tree. My yelling alerted my father, a slender man with a larger brain than anyone. That fact nearly made up for his lack of labor ability. And yet, the fox and I were tired enough that he was able to pry us apart. We must’ve been exhausted, for my father lost the strength to carry me a few months before. I was furious with him for letting the fox get away, and he held me still from squirming. He asked me if I needed the stick. Although I yelled that I did, he knew there was no true reason as I couldn’t give him one. It was then he realized that my greediness of youth would likely follow me to my older years. So, he gave me a rule to hopefully quell or confine it.

“Never take someone else’s need for your wants.” He shook me and let me fall onto the dirty, thornful forest floor and that was the end of the discussion.

And I have followed this advice as often as the opportunity has presented itself. For this reason, I have held myself with the title of a humble man for a long time. I acknowledge that once a humble man announces this, he will lose said title. And, yet, I continue. Because I lost my humility two years ago. I have spent the last two years trying to rope it back to me, but it has eluded me. Finally, with the encouragement of memories of friends eating away at my mind, I have caved and will finally describe this moment in pen, in hopes that doing so will allow it to cease being described behind my eyes every waking moment; even further into my dreams.

He had a voice like the banging of a drum, deep and rolling as the ocean. For the longest time I felt as though love was the wrong word. It was more comfort than love, like a warm bath. He wore dark furs that covered him like scales cover a dragon or a vault covers a treasure. He strode with urgency, commanded with the bravery of a general, gazed at others with rarely a hint of kindness.

When trying to understand him, one must first understand the true language he spoke. His truest of intentions were not found in common or dwarvish, his face or his hands; but his eyes, oh, they held so much. They would stare at me so intensely across the campsite, I would think he was scolding me like an enemy. They would follow my every move, ready to sneer. If eyes could have killed back then, I would have been dead for decades by now.

Every step I took, I seemed to want his approval more and more. Like a river carving a mountain, slowly but surely I was adamant to convince him of one thing and one thing alone; that I deserved to be there. Among warriors and kings and the wisest of our time, I was just a humble hobbit who longed to be right and thirsted for a story to tell.

I quickly found that the task I had set for myself was impossible. There was nothing I could do for Thorin’s favor that would grant me it. The reason was very simple: It is impossible to convince someone of something that you yourself do not believe in.

This changed after our run in with the Orcs of the underground and our skirmish with the Living Mountain. Made to fend for myself after being separated from the group, I will say I even impressed myself with how I managed to escape. (However, my dear reader, that is a tale for another day.) In that moment, I felt surer than anything that I had proven myself. And that is when it began.

I began to see the sun reflect in his eyes, and began to see that he softened ever so slightly when he laid eyes on me. I saw that he began to really, truly see me; and I, him. On such a cold, treacherous journey, with so much left lying ahead of us, eye contact and conversations that felt like a spring afternoon were more than welcome. So, we hid during the day and shone like the sun at night, watching each other like how mortals watch stars.

We orbited one another like spinning magnets, like turning planets. It felt otherworldly, the admiration I could see him hold for me. Running from wargs and resting in glades blurred all the same, an underlying delight lightened everything. Suddenly, the room stopped when I opened my mouth. The world was brighter, laughter was louder, even anger didn’t last as long nor as bad.

I belonged among kings and warriors and wise ones. Not only because I was coming into my own, but also because I was now able to see that all these people of legends were also vulnerable and gay and excitable; and just like me.

Now, my dear reader, I am sure you are wondering when I lost my humility. I have been selfish in this writing, omitting what you are truly here for. For that, I apologize. But, please offer some sympathy to an old man, cursed to remember his life in a better light than it had truly ever shown. Over these many years I have found that the sun will never shine brighter than in a memory. But, I have held you in suspense long enough.

It was the battle of the five armies. Around me was chaos and bloodshed and fear and death. Something had been rifted between Thorin and I, about the arkenstone. A sickness had come over him, like how a dragon covers his treasure. The clouds blotted out the sun in his eyes, moving too erratically to reflect the love I once knew. Love still feels odd to say. But, it is the truth.

I hate to admit it, but I was embarrassed to have missed the entire battle. I was rendered unconscious quickly into the clash, and I woke up too late. I once confided in Balin and he asked what I thought I was late for. My chest ached and my eyes darted and he knew.

I was late to reach Thorin. Too late to protect him. Too late to call for a healer or take the blow instead. The nasty, nasty wound, killing my one love. My spring, my sun, my warmth. I threw myself over him, hands trembling and voice refusing to be used.

He grasped my arm like a vice and looked at me like a star. My mountain, my rock, he was slowly drifting away. His sturdy voice was telling me what we both knew, and then he was pulling me closer.

As the lips I had longed after for so long touched me so tenderly, as I finally reached the end of my journey to reach him, I could so keenly feel the cold of the world around me eating at my skin. I could hear every slash and clang of combat. He was kissing me with such a need.

And I was too late to kiss back with my want. By the time I returned the kiss, his lips were becoming as cold as the snow and his body went limp like a pile of rocks. And I lost him.

I am not a humble man. Friends I forged in the fire of danger, I left behind. I am selfish. I left his memory, his legacy, his love behind. Every night I laid in bed, trying to forget that Thorin died not knowing that I, Bilbo Baggens, man of so many faults and so much love, had kissed him back.

Thorin: -Cutting off Azogs hand in battle.-

Y/N: "Shoulda gone for the head."

Thorin: ????

Thanos: -Sneezes-

Imagine Y/N sitting at the council of Rivendell with Legolas.

Boromir: "Why not use this ring?" -continues speech-

-While Boromir talks-

Y/N(quietly): "On a scale from one to ten my friend you're fucked."

Legolas: "Language Mellon."

Imagine the reactions of the fellowship when Y/N took the blade for Frodo on Weathertop (Amon Sûl)

Elrond: My dear child you would have died. You do not possess the gift of immortality, must you be as reckless as you are? You are not of this world!

Y/N: *grinning* Nah she'll be right. I'm fine aren't I?

Legolas: *walks in* You look terrible. As you would after a near death experience.

Y/N: You call it a near death experience. I call it a vibe check from God.

Aragorn: *Bursts into laughter*

Gandalf: *Stares pointedly* Yes.. not of this world.

Legolas: *is visibly confused* Are we talking about her recklessness or her beauty?

Y/N: >_> Ummm anyways, when are we leaving?

Imagine Y/N sitting at the council of Rivendell while everyone is arguing

Y/N: *quietly singing the McDonald's theme song*

Gandalf: I don't suppose you want to break this up for us?

Y/N *whispers* Nah, you and I both know that's Frodo's thing. Don't ruin his big moment.

Gandalf: Very well

20 seconds later

Frodo: I will take it!!

Gandalf: I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear.

Aragorn: If by my life or death I can protect you.. I will. You have my sword. *turns to Y/N*

Y/N: *whispers* Do I have to? Can't I stay here with the pretty elv-

Aragorn: *shoulders Y/N* Yes.

Y/N: *sighs* And I will follow, but only if I get to call Legolas and Gimli, Elsa and Anna.

Legolas: Again the young maiden speaks words that I do not understand. *Turns to Frodo* You have my bow.

Gimli: And my axe.

Boromir: You carry the fate of us all little one-

Y/N: *interrupts* Alright yadda yadda can we go? I didn't eat breakfast.

Imagine being sent to Thranduil along with Thorin

Small explanation. Y/N actually knows Thranduil as a close friend. She was his confidant when he became king. He knows that she is not from this world and was sent here and posesses the ability to change the fate of all middle earth. (Time travel kinda stuff?) Anyways HAPPY READING

Thranduil: I will let you go, if you but return which is mine.

Y/N: Honestly not sure why I'm here? Can I leav-

Thranduil: *interrupts* Silence Pethryn.

Thorin: A favour for a favour

Thranduil: You have my word, one king to another.

Y/N: *cringes, knowing that's next.*

Thorin: I would not trust, Thranduil, great king, to honour his word, should the end of all days be upon us.

Y/N: *sighs and looks down* Shit.

Thorin: I have seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once. Starving, homeless, seeking your help. But you turned your back.

Thranduil and Y/N: *looks at eachother but remains silent*

Thorin: *continues* You turned away from the suffering of my people. The inferno that destroyed us. Imrid amrâd ursul! (Die a fiery death)

Y/N: *loudly* Enough Thorin.

Thranduil: Do not talk to me of dragon fire. I know it's wrath and ruin. I have faced the great serpents of the north.

Y/N: *looks away from his scar*

Thranduil: I warned your grandfather what his greed would summon, but he would not take heed. You are no different.

*Gestures to the guards to take him away*

Stay here if you will and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink, in the eyes of an elf.

Thorin and gaurds exit

Y/N: Rather dramatic aren't we old friend? *smirks*

Thranduil: *refuses to look at you* Do not think I did not notice you turn away.

Y/N: *looks down* I cannot bear to look upon the pain I brought you. That day, that scar. It was meant for me.

Thranduil: Mellon nin, I would face the serpents once more if I were but to keep you safe.

Y/N: We went needlessly into battle. I was the one who should have-

Thranduil: Enough. You have spent a millennia repenting and punishing yourself for something I never blamed you for. I have nothing but fate to thank that it brings you back to my halls even if unwillingly. I have spent centuries waiting for your council again.

Y/N: *sighs and kneels* I have missed you Aran nin.

Thranduil: The Narrator does not kneel to a mere King in passing time, stand. I will not tell you again, lest my people think I have gone soft or mad.

Y/N: *grins* By the way you do know that they will escape.

Thranduil: And I guess I am not able to stop them?

Y/N: Nope.

Thranduil: Will you be joining them?

Y/N: *skips up to his throne and sits* All in due time my friend. Patience is a virtue.~

Thranduil: *picks her up with one hand by the scruff and sets her off his throne* Stop that. It is unbecoming. Go eat, tis the Feast of Starlight.

Y/N: Already on it! See ya later loser.

Y/N exits

Thranduil: *mutters from his throne* How they are able to switch between a child and an adult that is burdened with the fate of time, never ceases to confuse me.

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Aran nin= My king

Pethryn= Narrator

Almost 2k?! Thats a long boi for me.

Hey!

I really liked the lightness of writing posts, I have the idea that I really liked the lightness of writing posts, I have the idea that y/n He saw legolas with his hair and only his boxer shorts and is now blackmailing him into giving it back.He saw legolas with his hair and only his boxer shorts and now he is blackmailing him into giving him back (y/n) His blanket in front of the team His blanket in front of the team?

I would be grateful❤️❤️❤️

Alrighty righty, I'll try my best! (this will probably come in the form of Incorrect quotes since this wont be cannon to my time line!

Legolas: Y/N my dear, it seems as though you've lost something.. *smirking as he holds out a pair of undergarments*

Y/N: ... Alright pretty boy what do you want for 'em

Legolas: *grins wider* Whatever makes you think you can bribe an elven prince?

Y/N: Cause i have a pretty face? Give it here Elsa- *lunges at Legolas's hand*

Legolas: *smiles and raises his hand higher* Nuh Uh, you must try harder than that Mellon Nîn.

Y/N: *frowns* Well in that case..

Y/N clambers on top Legolas with a grin

Legolas: *splutters* What on middle earth are you doing?

Y/N: Nothing *grinning*

While Legolas is flustered Y/N Takes back the piece of clothing from Legolas.

Y/N: Y'know, if you wanted me on you, you could have just asked me Ernil Nin.

Legolas: I haven't the faintest idea of what you're talking about.

Y/N: Your words do not agree with the redness in your cheeks. Like I say so often. Try to hide your feelings better Mellon Nîn.

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Ernil Nîn= my prince I think

Imagine Y/N being there when Gandalf gets captured by the Balrog in the mines of Moria and Legolas comforts you.

Y/N: Gandalf they're running.

The goblins disperse

Boromir: What is this new evil.

Y/N: I fear that it is something worse is upon us.

Footsteps approach

Y/N and Gandalf: A Balrog.

Gandalf: A demon of the ancient world.

Y/N: And not a hot one either *mutters*

The fellowship: What?

Y/N: This foe is beyond any of you.

Gandalf: Run! Quickly!

The fellowship comes to a cliff and all stop before it.

Aragorn: Gandalf... Can you continue.

Gandalf: *looks at you and Aragorn* You must lead them on. The bridge is near.

Y/N: But I-

Gandalf: Do as I say! Swords are of no more use here.

They all climb down the stairs hurriedly but find a gap.

Legolas: Y/N! *gestures for you to jump*

Y/N: Gandalf first, then the little ones. Hurry!

One by one they get across while Gimli pauses.

Gimli: Nobody tosses a dwarf!

Y/N: I don't think you want to jump.

Gimli: *jumps and is caught by his beard* NOT THE BEARD.

Y/N: *smirks* Told you so.

Legolas pulls him up.

Y/N: Hurry Frodo! *throws Frodo to Legolas*

Y/N and Aragorn slide down the stairs as it collapses.

Gandalf: Over the bridge! Fly!

Y/N: Gandalf quickly! The bridge!

They reach the bridge and Gandalf stops.

Gandalf: You cannot pass!

Frodo: Gandalf!

Y/N: No! *runs back to Gandalf*

Gandalf: Pethryn STAY.

Y/N reluctantly halts.

Gandalf: I am a servant of the Secret Fire. Wielder of the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you flame of Udûn!

The Balrog strikes Gandalf.

Gandalf: Go back to the shadows.

Balrog brings forth it's whip.

Gandalf: YOU SHALL NOT PASS!

Y/N: Gandalf do not linger! You must come!

Gandalf Stares into the abyss as the creature falls.

Y/N: NO! *she rushes forwards grasped by Aragorn and Legolas* Let me go. UNHAND ME. *struggles* GANDALF.

Boromir: No!

Frodo: GANDALF *Boromir holds him back*

Gandalf: Fly you fools!

Gandalf falls.

Frodo: No!

Boromir: Aragorn! We must move.

Aragorn and Legolas drag Y/N and they all exit the mines.

Y/N: I could have saved him. I could have pulled him up! Why did you stop me? Why didn't you let me-

Legolas pulls Y/N to his chest.

Legolas: We could not have you fall into fire and shadow too. Gandalf sacrificed for us so we must honour him by living.

Y/N: *shakes in anger* I could have helped him.

Aragorn: Then you know it was the path he had to take.

Y/N: *grits their teeth* But I do not have to like it.

Aragorn: Get them up.

Boromir: Give them a moment for pity's sake.

Y/N: *quietly* There is no time for pity.

Aragorn: By nightfall, these hills will be swarming with Orcs. We must reach the woods of Lothlórien.

Y/N: Quickly, get them up Boromir. Legolas help me.

Legolas: I'm sorry, I only wanted to make sure you were safe.

Y/N: It was not your fault. I bare you no ill will. Thank you Mellon nîn. For keeping me safe.

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Pethryn still means narrator!! hope u guys enjoy this, I haven't posted a LOTR one in a bit so ENJOYYY <3

”Don’t go where I can’t follow”

Courage, Merry. Courage for our friends

My tribute for Merrywyn Day celebrations launched by @spectraling 💛

Portrait of Pipin / Peregrin Took from LOTR (Billy Boyd)

Graphite pencil on paper A5

2020

You can see here an edited picture and an unedited one. Which version do you prefer more? 😇

Portrait of Legolas (Orlando Bloom) from Lord of The Rings

Color pencils (FaberCastell Polychromos) on paper A4

2020

Portrait of Gandalf (Ian McKellen) from The Lord of The Rings

Graphite pencil on paper A5

2020