Just a collection of a few fics that I really really like. None of them are mine obviously. Most of them are reader inserts unless marked otherwise. Mostly female reader inserts.
When stated 18+ DO NOT PROCEED AS A MINOR
☆ fluff, ◇ angst/sad, * smut, ♡ personal favourite (even tho most of them are my favs)
(unfinished and unedited, if a link doesn’t work tell me in the comments)
Okay, so I just got another idea for a potential fanfic, and I wanted to get some ideas and thoughts for it.
I’ve talked before about the Hobbits with a Strong S/O, but what about all the Lotr and The Hobbit Character with a s/o who’s supernaturally strong. Like, can lift 1000 pounds and fling someone across the room like a frisbee kinda strong. Maybe she was granted that power by a God or something, so she’s just got really impressive muscles and is super inhumanly strong.
Can you imagine how they’d all react to that?
Like maybe, in the Mines of Moria or the Stone Giants scene, a boulder or some debris falls on someone, but she just catches it, lifts the 5 ton rock above her head, looks down at the person about to be crushed like “You might want to move” and then just flings it a hundred feet away. Can you just imaginethe look on their faces?? Merry and Pippin would have a lot of fun with that, I’m sure, as would Fili and Kili. The hobbits would probably have her lift them like weights.
Which Tolkien characters would date a Gardener/Botanist
This is so self indulgent I’m sorry. Also tagging @beenovel because I think they like Botany too and I love them(surprise babe I got it done tonight ha)
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Sam
I mean, duh. Sam’s a gardener himself and basically the only working class Hobbit of the bunch, he would probably be ecstatic about having a fellow plant nerd with him. And it also helps that you’re really pretty but shhhh. You’d help him so much during his daily life - telling him all about proper plant care that even he didn’t know and introducing him to new species of plants that he can show Mr Frodo. You gave him some sunscreen once (because God knows we need that) and he still thanks you to this day for it. 100% leaves hints for you using the language of flowers, hoping the roses he gives you will say what he never dares to.
Frodo
Listen,, Frodo has a thing for gardeners. I can’t prove it, but you can’t disprove it either. Check mate. But in all seriousness, I can totally see him falling for a plant parent. Just imagine him watching you and his beloved Sam talk about plants together with the biggest darn heart eyes the Shire’s ever seen. Being the cute little nerd he is, he’d ask all about the meaning of different plants as a subtle way to communicate his feelings. He’s sweet like that.
Aragorn
He’d definitely be more into the field botanist type of plant nerd. Someone who can identify which plants are which, what not to eat and what tastes delicious. For instance, he was very thankful that you reminded him that creeping charlie is toxic to horses before he almost poisoned poor Brego. Sometimes, when you’re rattling off plant facts, he can’t help himself and kisses you for being so clever. At first he saw you as a wonderful traveling partner but that definitely develops into something more over time
Thranduil
Okay just hear me out. Mirkwood is so pretty and you cannot tell me they have interesting beautiful flora in there. Imagine a field botanist wandering into his lands and getting their ass kindly handed to them by the giant spiders (yikes) only to be saved by the Elven King himself.. who then makes them his personal gardener. That’s a fic I’d read in a heartbeat. He’d get only the finest seeds and bulbs for his darling little plant enthusiast, especially when his feelings grow stronger. Totally makes you cover up because he doesn’t want your “pretty little face getting sunburned”. He much prefers to make you red in other ways
Legolas
Like father like son. But, of course, he’s a little different about it. You want to go out foraging and studying? He’s right out there with you! Elves are in touch with nature in a way us Humans can’t even comprehend - that’s a field day for plant lovers. He probably knows all about plants himself, and would happily tell you all about the Elven uses and folklore of your favorite Flora. He’d be absolutely fascinated to hear about the human side of that too. He’ll protect you out on your little research expeditions and practically beg you to tell him all about plants. Match made in heaven.
Thorin
I know this seems weird, but listen. This is the dwarf who (clearly, in my opinion) fell in love with Bilbo flipping Baggins. I’m convinced he has a thing for cottagecore icons. I know it in my heart. A botanist would probably have a hell of a time figuring out what plants can grow best in Erebor’s mountain soil. And yes, he’d comfort you when you feel like ripping your hair out trying to do that haha. Absolutely sets apart an entire outdoor area for your little garden. He’d probably give you a window room (aside from his chambers ) so you can grow some indoor plants too.
Beorn
We’ve seen this man’s house in the movies. He wouldadore a gardener partner. He takes care of the animals and livestock, you take care of the blooms. He takes you out on rides around the forest, you sitting on his back while he’s in bear form, perfectly content to listen to you ramble away about the different kinds of trees. Beorn is very impressed that you know so much about plants. And if herbal medicine is your thing, that’d certainly come in handy with all the cuts he gets driving off orcs. Seeing you take care of him like that is actually a tad flustering, though he resolves to fluster you right back to hide the peachiness in his own face. You two likely met because he saw you checking out the plants around his territory, but he saw you meant no harm (and that you were cute) so you two became friends (and soon partners) very quick.
You ask legolas to help you learn how to use a bow and arrow he says ofc bby he drags you by the feet over to an empty field he demonstrates while you squat on the ground 10 feet away he says close your eyes pumpkin he shoots you you die
The Curse of the Hidden Orange - a Dramatic Retelling
You walk in through the sliding glass doors. The air smells of dust and linoleum. Grabbing a shopping cart, you make your way through the four aisles the store has and cannot find precisely what it is you need.
“Hello,” you say to the nearest cashier. “Can you help me find something?”
The cashier, who is wearing a bow and arrow and doing parkour off the registers, stops what he is doing to meet your orbs that are as blinding as strobe lights. “You would like me to assist you on a hunt?” he asks, his eyes glittering in the light of your eyes, and you explain to him that you are looking to buy one single orange, to which he says, “I do not know what the fuck that is.”
You then realize that it was stupid of you to grab a shopping cart if you are only here to buy one orange, so you put it back. When you return, he is muttering something under his breath in a language you do not know.
“Mellon,” he whispers just loud enough for you to make it out and correct him to say that you, in fact, are not looking for that; you are looking for an orange, which is not a melon, and this information registers in his ears in the way you did not at all intend: he now thinks oranges are evil, and is drawn to protecting all of Trader Joes’ 3.7 square feet of property from them.
Then he stands up straighter, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. “Orange. I know the name,” he murmurs. “I know the color. But I shall help you to search for the food. We shall destroy all wrongdoings on foot. Follow my steps with your own.”
He takes you down an aisle, and then suddenly whips out his bow and arrow to maim the shit out of a stuffed animal on top of one of the shelves. It falls down and causes rather tumultuous damage as at least eight boxes hit the floor. You politely inquire what the hell that was for, and he explains that it is a bear, and you say that yes it is, but not a real one, and that it’s been put there as a scavenger hunt for the children as incentive to keep them from impersonating Rage Against the Machine while their parents search for the hidden oranges, and how long has he been working here? But he replies to none of this, now crouched down to examine the floor and smell the thin layer of dirt on its surface.
“I feel that they are near,” he whispers. “They speak to my bones. They come in multitudes. They are just inches away.”
“This is the pasta aisle,” you reply.
He squats spiritually in response. “They sit like stones between leaves. They are sweet, and run rivers when bitten.”
You congratulate him for describing oranges and ask where they even are. “I’m gonna look in the produce section,” you say, finding an orange within seconds and bringing it back up to the register. “How much do I owe you?”
He kneels on top of the register now, setting the fruit on the scale and hoping it will send him the message telepathically.
“The number is 4012,” you say, because you happen to know these sorts of things (strange how you didn’t know to look in the produce section for oranges, though, you absolute pinnacle of brain function; you could have potentially saved yourself at least eight paragraphs otherwise). He types in the numbers but has a difficult time explaining to you the price.
“Your pocket must be rid of a paper and three coins,” he whispers, and looks to you in fear. “I hear the papers inside the box screaming in loneliness. They must be joined by your own. It must be done.”
“I don’t hear anything,” you say, and he looks at your purchase in alarm, deciding that the orange is certainly ill-intended, and now with proof.
“Your ears are blocked by an evil. Blessed mustn’t be the fruit!” he calls, and he throws the orange up in the air and shoots it into the fucking ceiling. He then does four backflips and disappears into the storage closet, which closes on its own behind him. The other cashiers assure you that this is normal and then they all quit their jobs at the same time. Actually, there is one other cashier. But not anymore.
The abomination comes out of the closet, as he does, riding a shopping cart that carries a wooden treasure chest. He is perched on the handle of the cart like a bird as he sings some strange mantras or something. The cart moves slowly by you, and you see a note on the chest explaining that if you found the bear you get some treasure from inside. Dropping onto the floor, he pries open the lid and looks inside to see like thirty oranges. He screams.
You change your mind buy an apple from a gas station
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Prompt: Anonymous asked: Drabble of Legolas taking reader on their first date. Thanks. Pairing: Legolas x Reader ________________________________________________________________
“Legolas, where are we going?” You asked.
“Patience, Y/N. All good things come to those that wait.” He replied.
Walking slowly, you tried to peek through the hands that were covering your eyes.
“I can keep my eyes shut on my own, you know. We wouldn’t have to walk so clumsily."
Legolas laughed and kissed the back of your head.
"How do I know you wouldn’t look?”
“You don’t, I guess,” you teased.
In a couple minutes your foot hit a raised surface and you jokingly yelled at your date for not telling you there were stairs. After climbing them, his hands came down from your eyes and you expected to squint in the light, but it was rather dark. You’d expected to be indoors with all the lanterns, not outside beneath the moon.
Legolas had led you to one of the terraces, lit only by one small lantern, leaving the rest to be illuminated by the stars. A light green blanket was spread out on the stone floor, and you noticed several cushions leaning against the wall.
What really took your breath away was the food. Although most of it was in a wicker basket, you could see some of the finest elven wine and your favorite type of cake.
“Legolas! This is perfect and too much at the same time, you hopeless romantic!” You turned and hugged him, your grin widening by the second. “It’s so cliche but I love it.”
“I’m glad you do. Shall we?"
He lightly took hold of your arm and guided you to the midnight picnic, making sure to bring the cushions over. You both sat down and you almost didn’t want to open the basket; it would ruin the perfect image of your perfect date.
"Is something wrong, Y/N?” He asked.
“Hm? Oh, yeah. I just feel that by beginning our meal, I’m inviting it to end. We can’t finish if we never start.”
“Well,” he said, kissing the back of your hand, “when it ends, it won’t be the last one. I promise.”
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Sorry it’s so short! I’m coming over major writer’s block.
Prompt: Anonymous asked: Do you think you could do a part 2 of the dealing with the trauma with Legolas? I really liked it! Maybe what happens when they wake up? Pairing: Legolas x Reader Written by: Shelby ________________________________________________________________
The smell of cooking pastries brought you to a gradual awakening. The customary feeling of aprehension upon waking up subsided as you remembered you weren’t in battle, as it did every morning. You also recalled the previous night’s events and realised you hadn’t had another nightmare. Rolling over under the soft covers, you came face-to-face with the blonde elf.
“Good morning,” he said, smiling at you.
“Good morning,” you replied. For a moment you just laid there, staring at his sky-blue eyes and thinking of how lucky you were to have him. “Thanks for staying with me last night. It’s the first time I’ve slept after a nightmare.”
“Of course, Y/N. I’m always here to help.”
It didn’t take long to get properly dressed to greet the rest of the company. Legolas had returned to his room to avoid arousing rumors of any relationship beyond friendship. Soon you were rushing out of your room and into the dining room, being met with the sight of a bunch of people sitting down to breakfast.
“Hello!” You greeted them cheerily.
You were met with several replies, the heartiest of which belonged to Gimli and the hobbits. Never doubt a dwarf when it comes to cheer, you’d learned.
Legolas entered a couple minutes later, sitting a couple seats down from you. Your face brightened when you saw him, but for necessity’s sake you offered nothing more than general greeting. The breakfast proceeded slowly (as it always does when hobbits and dwarves are present) and you found yourself enjoying the feeling of not being anxious at all.
Once the meal was over, you helped Frodo begin to bring everything into the kitchen to be cleaned up. You would have taken care of everything, but he insisted, as it was his house.
The clanking of the glass dishware wasn’t enough to cover up the talking at the dining table, so, hoping to spice up the monotonous act of cleaning, you listened in.
“…slayed that pig like an orc!”
Shit.
An uninvited memory of battle entered your mind, sparking the smallest stirring of anxiety. Trying to block out the conversation, you breathed deeply and focused back on the steady task of washing dishes. Unfortunately the residents of the dining room had deemed it fit to have a mock battle of their own, likely waving around the wooden spoons and using barrel lids as shields.
You noticed that there wasn’t much left to be done, so you decided you could wait it out until you finished. The noises of playfighting rang in your ears, bringing with them memories of your own fighting. Panic rose in your throat as you fought back tears, trying in vain to ignore everything else. Before you knew it your breathing was getting faster and shallower. You took a quick break to down a glass of water, desperately hoping to fend off the impending light-headedness. No use.
“Frodo?” You asked lightly.
“Yes, Y/N?”
“Would you be so kind as to finish the dishes? I’ll help with lunch and dinner, I promise.”
“No worries!”
You hurriedly thanked him and walked out of the kitchen as fast as you could without tripping over your own feet. Glancing out at the dining room, you noticed that Legolas wasn’t among those in the mock battle, and a glimmer of hope pushed its way through your panic.
Your hope was well placed when you turned the corner into his room and saw him reading. He looked up, icy blue eyes searching your own and deepening with concern.
“Are you all right, Y/N?” He asked, getting up and crossing to you.
You shook your head as his arms wrapped around you and you found the pressure of the hug comforting.
“They… in the kitchen… they’re fighting and…” You were barely able to choke out that much before Legolas pulled you closer to his chest, slowly stroking your hair and muttering soothing words.
After a few minutes you’d calmed down a bit, still breathing shakily and fighting off the last bits of anxiety.
“Do you want to lie down for a bit?”
Nodding, you turned and began to head back to your room before Legolas gently put his hand on your shoulder.
“I… I meant in here, like last night.”
A gush of happiness bloomed in your chest, and you made your way over to the inviting bed. It didn’t take long to bury yourself under the covers, but you noticed Legolas had left the room. You could hear him talking in the kitchen and you hoped he wasn’t getting too detailed about the state their play-fighting had put you in. Soon he was back and you rolled over, watching him as he crossed the room to where you lay.
“Thank you, Legolas.” You whispered.
“Like I said, I’ll always be here for you.”
He slipped under the covers and pulled you into an embrace, whispering sweet nothings and playing with your hair until you fell asleep.
Anonymous asked: Can you do a Drabble of Legolas? You two were best friends as children,you moved away,years later you return. Reader and Legolas confess love. Thanks. Written by: Anna Pairing: Legolas X Reader
This was it! The big day! After years, you were finally returning home! Now you’d think that being an elf a century wouldn’t be too long of a time to wait, but to you it felt like it had been much, much longer.
Your family had moved to Rivendell after being invited by Lord Elrond himself, your father was one of the most skilled wariors amongst the armies of the woodland realm, until he was invited to live in Rivendell. The armies of Rivendell were a bit better than the ones of the woodland realm, but your father was greatly respected amongst them.
But now it was time to return to the woodland realm, and you couldn’t have been more excited! It had been literally years since you’d seen anyone from the woodland realm, but there was one person in particular you were looking forwards to seeing again; Legolas.
The prince himself!
Since your father was such a respected elf back in the woodland realm, your family had earned a rather high title, he was the captain of the guard for a long time, and that brought you rather close to the royal family.
You and Legolas had met when both of you were incredibly young, and ever since your first meeting the two of you had been close friends… so close in fact that you had fallen in love with the prince.
But of course you would never even dare to tell him that! You just considered it incredible that the two of you were friends, but you knew that he would never feel the same way about you.
None of that mattered at the moment though, you were back! Back to your home! Back to your family and friends, it was all that you could’ve asked for.
When you and your family arrived back at the woodland realm you had been greeted by King Thranduil and Prince Legolas, and it was only polite, Legolas didn’t make any notice of you, his eyes only landing on your father and his father.
After that, your spirits had fallen, perhaps the prince didn’t care anymore, but it wasn’t until that night when you were in your old chambers did you hear a knock on your door and your spirits had been restored.
As soon as you had flung open the large, wooden door,you had been swept up into a warm embrace. “(Y/n), I’ve missed you so much!”
Looking up, you noticed that it was Legolas who was embracing you, and you were quick to wrap your arms back around him. “I thought you’d forgotten about me.” You muttered into his chest, before he pulled away.
Smiling down at you, Legolas’s hands rested on your shoulders before he spoke again. “How could I ever forget about you? I’ve been waiting for your return for years!” He sighed.
You gave a small laugh, oh how you had missed him. “I’ve missed you too Legolas.” You smiled, your eyes twinkling up at him.
The prince suddenly sobered up, trailing his hands down your arms before taking your hands in his, entwining your fingers. Not expecting this, you gave a little gasp at his boldness. “Legolas,” You brethed. “W-what are you doing?”
Legolas took a deep breath, his eyes boring into yours as he tightened his grip slightly on your hands. “I’ve been wating for you for years,” He repeated. “And I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Your eyes widened, what was he trying to say? “Legolas, I don’t understand…” You trailed off.
He continued on, cutting you off before you could continue. “(y/n),” He paused, taking a quick breath. “I have to tell you something… you… I don’t know how to say this, but (y/n) I’ve loved you ever since we were young, being apart from you these last few years have been the longest in my life, I love you, and I never want to be apart from you again.” He got out.
You were completely in shock, you barely could comprehend what he was saying to you, how could the prince have the same feelings for you as you do for him? It was unheard of! “I don-” you began, trying to find the right words, but Legolas cut you off once more.
“Wait, before you say anything…” And before you really knew what was happening, the prince had leant down and planted his soft lips on yours, in a gentle kiss. Immediately you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck and responding with equal vigor, letting your lips dance agains him.
When you both pulled away you were both breathing heavily, both of you smiling widely. “Legolas, I love you too."
okay!! Finally I’m back, sorry for this fic, it was just a way to get back into writing again… sorry that it kinda sucks >.< I just really wanted to get something up! Hope you all enjoyed!!
Prompt: wemormor asked: My idea for Legolas- he would be in love with human reader who helps the fellowship. She would love him back but trying not to act like this, because she doesn’t want him to leave all elven life for her. Pairing: Legolas x Reader Written by: Shelby ____________________________________________________________
Trekking through the rollings hills, while pleasant to view, was tiring. Tiring beyond belief. In addition, it was awkward. Several days ago, after a particularly pernicious meeting with a band of orcs, Legolas had confessed how scared he’d been of losing you- and how much he loved you. Panicking, you said you didn’t feel the same, and had been hiding the truth since then.
You did love him.
Now, you did your best to avoid him, knowing it would lead to you and him acting to formal around each other instead of just going back to being friends like he promised. It wasn’t that you were scared of loving and elf - quite the opposite. You were scared of an elf loving you, a prince at that. Having heard stories of similar situations, you knew it’d either end in heartbreak or he’d leave his elven life for you. You couldn’t let that happen.
So you kept your feelings a secret.
It was hard not to steal glances at his handsome face, dreaming about what could have been if only you were an elf. There were enough people in the Fellowship for you to not be lonely without him, but you still felt alone for the most part. Your friendship with him had been what convinced you to join… and to stay.
At long last the Fellowship stopped for the night, camping under the endless dome of stars and blackness. The watch rotations were as they had been since the beginning, with you and Legolas taking third watch. However, that hadn’t really mattered, since you never got that much sleep before your watch recently. You were too busy tossing and turning and fighting down your love for the elf.
Tonight was no different.
Still somewhat awake, you easily heard Sam walking over to you so that he could wake you up. You’d found it was easier to pretend you’d been asleep as to avoid anyone worrying over you.
“Time for your watch,” you heard him say as he gently tapped your shoulder.
“Gotcha.” Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes as if you’d been asleep and looked around. Your surroundings were different every night, so you didn’t bother trying to get familiar with them. You just had to know it enough to find the best spots to watch from.
After several minutes you’d finally gotten comfortable on a slight incline, resting against a smooth boulder. The height gave you a view of the Fellowship, it’s surroundings, and-
Legolas.
The elven prince was making his way towards you, quiver strung lazily over one shoulder, bow in hand.
“I couldn’t find a better place to keep watch. Mind if I join you?” He asked.
“Um…” You hesitated, not sure if you should tell him you wanted to be alone. “I guess.”
“Great.”
As he settled down next to you, it took all you had not to subtly inch away from him. You just couldn’t shake the feeling that things were just so awkward.
A couple minutes passed and neither of you had said a word. When Legolas finally did speak, you’d become so entranced by the silence you nearly flinched.
“Have you thought about what I said,Y/N?"
A feeling of dread crept through you stomach, eating its way through the calmness you’d worked up throughout the night. You couldn’t bear to lie to the one you loved again.
"I suppose I have.” You kept your voice flat, your words short. “Why?”
“I was just wondering if you… felt any different about me.”
“No.” It stung, but you couldn’t let an elf fall in love with you. It was as simple as that.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Legolas turned towards you, sitting up away from the rock. Averting your gaze, you tried to ignore the inquisitive and disbelieving look in his eyes. After a few seconds you looked back at him, impatient.
“What are you looking at?” You snapped.
“Y/N, those aren’t the eyes of someone who doesn’t at least care for the one they’re talking to.” It was hard not to hear the convincing tone in his voice.
“How would you know?”
“I know what it looks like when someone cares about me; I see it when my father looks at me. It’s almost the same as when you do.”
“It’s because you’re my friend, Legolas. I care about you as my friend.”
“Are you sure?” He asked again.
You couldn’t handle this anymore.
“No!” You cried.
Someone shifted among the group of sleeping Fellowship members and you glanced at them, hoping nobody would wake up.
“I don’t know.”
“What don’t you know?”
Meeting his icy blue eyes, you saw hope and affection lighting his stare.
“I don’t know if I want you to love me."
"Y/N, that’s ridiculous. Who doesn’t want someone to love them?”
“A human!” You buried your face in your hands, shaking your head. “I don’t want to be loved by an elf. I know what happens.”
“Look at me."
Legolas’ hand gently guided yours away and you turned your head, fighting back tears.
"I do not know at this point whether I would do that for you. If I did, it would mean saving me from a long life without you. Bringing myself to mortality gives more than it takes.”
Smiling a little, you watched as his face only grew kinder.
