Imagine being a fire mage and being part of the Fellowship.

Requested by: Anonymous

The Bad Place {Thranduil x Female!Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 1851 Summary: Thranduil comforts you after nights of being plagued by nightmares. Warnings: Descriptions of war.

That’s what you called it, because there were no other words for it. The bad place, the bad place, the bad place. You had seen war before, there was no shielding yourself from it, not here in Middle Earth. Not with your place as Queen beside your husband Thranduil. You were as fierce as he was. You had taught Legolas how to use a bow and arrow. You could use a sword as well as any man. You have seen death. You had looked it in the eye and told it that it wasn’t worth the dirt on your boots and you hurried on. But there was something about the terrors in these dreams. These true atrocities. All of these - humans, you assumed - they did not have the grace of elves - marching. Carrying these strange weapons. Long and metal like swords but different. Like a crossbow. Like a - like a catapult, flinging out something. Fires, acrid smoke filling your nostrils every time that you fell asleep.

Imagine finding yourself in Middle Earth, and becoming close to Faramir and Boromir.

Requested by: @darinka-moya

Personal {Faramir x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 1707 Summary: Faramir’s tired, silly ramblings.

There was something just so endearing about a very sleepy man. You became aware of how tired your husband was when his eyes started to droop during dinner. It wasn’t because of the wine in his goblet either. Drunk Faramir was like a slow burn, creeping up slowly before he became more light-hearted. More free. But tired Faramir? That came on quickly. His head started to move closer and closer to your shoulder, his second favorite pillow, he often said. He would probably be talking about his first favorite before you ever hit the bed. Your chest, of course, he was that sort of romantic scallywag. “I think - it is just about - time for bed,” He announced, loud enough for his men around you to hear him.

Waiting {Faramir x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: @jazzybug163 Wordcount: 2303 Summary: Faramir makes a drunken announcement.

After all the dust had settled, life in Minas Tirith was going back to the way that it had been before the war, before the fear. Farmers went back out to their fields, food was being made and sold again in the markets, seamstresses went back to their needles and most importantly of all - the inns and taverns were open again for business, with many more reasons to drink than before. You happened to be one of the tavern wenches, but since you worked in one of the grandest ones in the city, you were pretty well respected. You ran it with your father, who wasn’t going to exploit you for more money. The other girls - maybe, if they wanted to pull the tops of their dresses down a little to get an extra coin or two, they were allowed. But not you. Yours stayed up. And with the friend base that you had made, with your regulars, you didn’t need to show things off to get people to come in. They came in for your company. For your laugh and your quick wit and your pleasant features, so they would say.

A Moment Sometimes {Pippin x Human!Reader One Shot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2158 Summary: As the only female member of the Fellowship, you join in with the Hobbits as being under-estimated, which gives you plenty of time to get to know one of them in particular. Notes: Mentions of violence.

You, as an archer, had a tendency to see things that others did not. Never fully off of your guard, even while sitting at the council of one of your oldest and dearest friends Elrond, you had noticed that there were three little beings sneaking around. You had learned that they were hobbits, after meeting the lovely and quiet Mr. Frodo Baggins. And you were the only one that seemed to see them, everyone else too busy looking at, or squabbling about, the Ring of Power to catch the eavesdroppers. You found amusement in that, smirking to yourself as you could see curls poking up from behind some of the larger flora. As the only female sitting on the council as well, no one was paying you any attention either, save for Elrond who looked at you with exaggerated annoyance as nothing was getting done. But you stopped paying attention to them once Frodo, little Frodo, offered to deliver the ring to Mordor. After a moment, you stood up and you joined in the Fellowship - meeting the three horrible hiders as you did so. Meridoc, Peregrin, and Samwise - otherwise known as Merry, Pippin and Sam - this was going to be an adventure.

Starfall {Pippin x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2502 Summary: After being missing for over a year, your husband returns to you. Notes: Some NSFW towards the end.

Pippin, when he was at home, was a very good husband. Sure, he was a little young, immature, childish, silly, fleeting, smoked way too much pipeweed and drank way too much ale. But he loved you to death. One night after coming home from drinking too many pints, you invited him into bed so he could get some much needed rest - but nope. He dare not get into bed with anyone who was not his spouse. The bedroom had been too dark for him to see you and the ale had played with his head until he couldn’t recognize your voice either. And then he had fallen right down onto the floor and fell asleep on one of the rugs, snoring happily away. You had laughed yourself to sleep that night. But then only a few days later - he was gone. And all that you had was a message from a place called The Prancing Pony that was apparently from him. Gone off with Frodo, Merry and Sam. A year had passed. No more word.

Imagine being a bard, and impressing Haldir.

Tonight Tonight {Haldir x Elf!Reader One Shot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2495 Summary: You are fighting alongside your brother, Legolas, at Helms Deep. But you grow distracted at another elven ally.

Despite the army of Uruk-hai still being some way off, you could feel the beating of their feet in your very veins. When you closed your eyes, you could see the formations of the dark beasts, imagine them walking towards the very spot where you, your friends, your family, the men of Rohan, were standing under the cloudy skies. Helm’s Deep. You looked beside you to where your brother, Legolas, was standing, and he was looking back at you. He could feel it as well, and you saw a tinge of fear in his bright eyes. The same was probably echoed in yours. You then looked the other way, catching the eye of Haldir, who had come all the way from Lothlorien just to be here for the battle, to be here for the men, with his army of archers. He did not look afraid. In fact, he looked ready for the challenge of war. It had been a long time since there had been this much of it in Middle Earth. And you hoped that, once Sauron was finally defeated, there would be no more to come for another age.

The Way Back {Faramir x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3057 Summary: Love can be found in the unlikeliest of places, such as in a war-torn city after a win.

You took a deep breath in, and then a deep breath out. It felt like you hadn’t had the time to breathe in days. It had been battle, after battle, after battle against Sauron and his forces, ending up in this, the grand battle outside of Gondor. But the enemy had finally been defeated, the last of the orcs crying back to Mordor. You removed your helmet and let your hair fly free in the breeze as the world seemed to catch it’s own breath back. There was still plenty to do, such as tend to the wounded, burn the bodies of the deceased, and begin plans to rebuild the city. There were many fallen on both sides, even though the battle had been won by yourself, and by Gondor. By Minas Tirith. You looked about you, savoring the moment of peace, before plunging yourself into even more work.

The Sky is Falling {Thranduil x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2871 Summary: Before you leave the shelter of Mirkwood, the King decides to tell you a story.

The wind that had been bad enough for you to appeal to Mirkwood for shelter seemed to subside until it was nothing more than a mutter against the tree tops. Weird weather during these odd times, you noticed. It wasn’t easy to be a traveler, even during this time of relative peace. You were just thankful that the elves had let you in, though you were not one of them. It was rare that they were so welcoming. Where you came from, they were nicknamed mountains, because they were tall and elegant, but harsh and cold at the same time. Despite that, they gave you a warm meal and a bed, and one that wasn’t in the dungeons, surprisingly enough. They tended to be mistrustful of others, but here you were, under your own quilt that you kept packed in your bag for the cold night, curled up in the bed. It was quite comfortable, but nonetheless, sleep was not coming peacefully.

Over {Thorin Oakenshield x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: @queenofmankind​ Wordcount: 2492 Summary: The dwarves have been debating an important issue for a few months now. What happens when you offer a solution that impresses a certain King?

The meetings of dwarves were always long and full of tension. Arguments always erupted between Thorin Oakenshield, and Dain, and there were some problems that even Fili, and Balin having trouble solving. You  had been thinking about the solution to the main problem that they have been addressing, but it was not your place to offer. You were just here as a secretary, on top of being both a human and a woman, both of whom never sat in these discussions. It was only because Thorin had vouched for you that you were here at all. It was a little terrifying, knowing how precarious your situation was and how you could be ejected from the dwarves at any time. You had been helpful during the battle of the five armies, suggesting strategy to Bard who then passed it on to Thorin and Thranduil, which helped to win the mountain back. This place was like a home to you now - and the dwarves like family.

All the Love {Thranduil x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: @queenofmankind​ Wordcount: 3296 Summary:You show up uninvited to a grand affair, hosted by King Thranduil. There’s been some things left unspoken.

No matter how ornate your gown, or how beautifully braided your hair was, attention always went to the necklace that rested between your breasts. Silver, twisted into branches to make a teardrop like shape, framed the four pointed star within. It hung off of a delicate looking chain, but it was one which was extremely hard to break. Throughout your long life, it had never broken once, not even when you were a child and not as careful as perhaps you should have been. It was not only a beautiful piece of jewelry, but it was a sign of your life force. It was realized that if you were ever seen without it, it meant that you had fallen in love. Many elves had tried to have the privilege by courting you, but you remained stubborn and so the necklace had stayed. There was no one you had yet met who you would give your heart, your life to. The keyword in this being yet.

Imagine Aragorn coming home to you, bringing you your favorite exotic food.

The Dream {Eomer x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: @groovyfluxie Wordcount: 2897 Summary: You weren’t exactly like anyone in Rohan. Perhaps on the outside... but inside? And what happens when you admit this to your husband, the King, Eomer? Mod Note: As requested, I did this as a non-binary come out story. I myself am not NB but I took care to read interviews of people who are. I hope I did this alright.

You weren’t exactly like the other women of Rohan. Not that being a woman of Rohan was a bad thing. They were all extremely wonderful. They were strong, they were caring, they were hard workers and they were good mothers. You would be honored to be like them. But you didn’t want to be a wife to a rider, and be expected to give children and take care of the home. That’s not what you aspired to. Nor did you really look to the men as inspiration for your life. You liked horses, but you didn’t want your life to be riding around on them all of the time. In fact - you wanted to be a Blacksmith. You looked to the weapons that were used, even the tools used by women for farming and cooking, as a goal in life. But there was only one thing preventing you from going down that path. It was the fact that you were a woman between your legs that stopped anyone from training you. Too fragile, they always said. Find yourself a good husband and you’ll never have to worry about work. Wouldn’t want the flames to damage that nice face of yours.

Seeing Stars (Thranduil x Reader Oneshot)

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2189 Summary: A snowy walk with Thranduil goes slightly awry.

You’ve never breathed in air that felt so crisp and clean before. The cold was so much that you could barely feel it as you walked among the trees, bare during the winter. Your breath was coming out in a misty vapor, nearly freezing the tip of your nose, but once more, you could not feel it. The snow had paused for the moment, which was why you had decided to take this walk, and to your surprise, the grand King Thranduil of Mirkwood had decided to join you, leaving his covered throne room to walk outside. The stars were beautiful tonight, though the King was a distraction from the sights around you. And the sounds, since you could hear the animals in the forest scurrying around, getting the last of the food before hiding away for hibernation. There was no such thing as perfect in the world, but if there was - this was the closest that you believed anyone or anything could come to it.

Imagine catching Kili staring at you.

Requested by: Anonymous