i. The time that 3 and some half men invaded your home
Fellowship x reader, Modern AU
Lord of the rings
Word count:4.45k
Warnings: Language, confused everyone, boromir is indeed alive.
A/N: This is my very first LotR fan fiction and my very first series too. Saw something similar but was like abandoned so I’m kinda just doing my own, hope you like it. It is set in the modern world (a.k.a 2021 New York without corona) and at the end of the Fellowship of the Ring movie, yet, Boromir is alive. **please denote how old this shit is**
The clock hands sat past 11 in the morning yet the sun was not shining high up in the pastel blue sky like the past days, instead, the sky was colored in tints of grey as clouds were all the eye could see and the signs of soon rain were very noticeable.
Anyways, that did not affect your mood at all, it was your free week at work and it has been a while since the last one and you were determined to make the most out of it, first, by cleaning your apartment. You had already reorganized the closet by color, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, organized the bookshelves, and had just finished to pick up all the non-useful stuff in the house, right now, you were kicking the back door of the building open just so you could let the boxes of useless items in the garbage bin located right at the back of the building in a lonely and surprisingly secure alley, out of the main street view.
The stack of heavy boxes made an almost dead sound as they hit the floor beside the bin, you stretch, trying to avoid your back to sore later on, and just before you turn to leave, you hear a weird noise, making you to snap your head up in alert.
Happy gotcha day Sam!!! Four years ago I flew round trip to Nashville airport to pick up this tiny hairless puppy. I was a swirling mix of anxiety and excitement, terrified that I was duped and he was just a shaved rat terrier puppy. This pup immediately won me over so completely and it seems like I won him over as well. Even by the time we got to Edmonton airport in Nisku he wasn’t willing to let me out of his sight. He cried the entire time I was in the washroom and immediately snuggled back into my arms. That night he slept under the blanket snuggled in between my chest and my arm as the little spoon. He now prefers to sleep with my legs as a pseudo bolster bed and will forcibly move my legs so he can get snuggled with his head on my knee. There have been a ton of ups and downs but he’s a sometimes frustrating but always adored little guy. Cheers to four amazing years, pup.
Apparently he looks like a little kid who has just been picked up from school and is pouring now because mom said we can’t get McDonald’s on the way hone
