Blueberry

Hello, this is my side blog where I’m going to be posting some Tolkien stuff. I won’t be posting as much on this as my main.

My main @jinx-s-things

Please remember to be respectful!

“I made a promise, Mr Frodo. A promise.

“Don’t you leave him, Samwise Gamgee.”

Notes: Sorry there isn’t much here, but I’m working on some things I can post soon! Hope you enjoy what’s coming next! 😊

Quality time

• She stays close, sharing quiet moments even when there’s nothing to say

• She listens attentively whenever you speak, making you feel truly heard.

• She makes space for you both to just be together, away from all the noise and expectations

• She doesn’t always say it, but when someone chooses to spend time with her, really with her, it means more than she knows how to say.

• When the world feels heavy, she’ll find a way to steal some time just for the two of you, whether it’s a walk through the woods or sitting by the fire

• She values those moments of peace with you. No distractions, no duties, just the two of you, simply present

Quiet moments don’t bother her much, but being overlooked really gets to her. When someone gives her their time without needing anything back, that means the world.

Acts of Service

• She quietly helps with small tasks to ease your burden

• She offers support without waiting to be asked.

• She stands by you in practical ways, showing she cares through her actions

• She won’t ask for help, not really, but when someone notices and steps in anyway, it stays with her. Even if she pretends it didn’t.

• If you’re overwhelmed, she’ll take over chores or watch your back without making a fuss

• Her loyalty shows in the little things like mending your clothes, sharpening your sword, bandor making sure you’ve eaten

• Someone doing something small just for her, without being told or asked? She notices, always.

Words of Affirmation

• She gives honest praise when she sees your strength or kindness

• She reminds you that your efforts don’t go unnoticed.

• It’s not easy for her to open up, but when someone says something kind, unexpectedly? It hits hard. In a good way.

• She speaks softly, with sincerity, making her words feel personal and real

• When you doubt yourself, she’ll be there with steady encouragement, telling you exactly what she admires in you

Galadriel x GN!Reader

Summary: Even the brightest lights need a place to rest.

The forests of Lothlórien were always quiet, but tonight the silence felt heavier, thick with a weight you couldn’t name. The golden leaves rustled softly above, their light spilling like liquid sunlight even under the stars. Every step you took disturbed centuries of slumbering memories, whispers woven into the very air.

You had no destination, no purpose beyond the restless need to move, to breathe, to remind yourself that you still existed. The night pressed close, and yet the vastness of the forest swallowed you whole.

And then inevitably she found you.

Galadriel emerged from the shadows between the trees, as though the very essence of Lothlórien had breathed her into being. She was at once distant and near, a living echo of moonlight and mist, timeless and immutable. Your breath caught, heart quickening despite the years you’d known her.

“I sensed your unease,” she said softly, voice like a song carried on the wind, melodic, gentle, yet commanding.

You looked away, unable to meet those ancient eyes. “It’s hard to find peace when the world outside keeps breaking, even here.”

Her gaze did not waver, steady as the stars. “You carry burdens not lightly borne.”

A hollow laugh escaped you. “I am no stranger to hardship, but it wears on me still.”

Galadriel stepped closer, her presence a cool balm yet also a fire that stoked something deep inside. “Strength is not the absence of weariness, but the will to endure despite it.”

You met her eyes, searching for some glimmer of the old warmth beneath her serene exterior. “Why do you seek me out? In a realm so full of wonders, why do you look for me when I falter?”

For a moment she said nothing. Then, softly, “Because even the smallest light is precious in the gathering dusk.”

Her silver hair shimmered like starlight, and for a heartbeat you glimpsed the weight she carried, the endless years, the sacrifices unseen. “I feel adrift here,” you confessed, voice barely a whisper. “Though this place is beautiful, I am a stranger to it.”

“And yet you remain,” she observed, a statement rather than a question.

“Because you are here,” you admitted before you could second guess yourself.

A shadow of a smile touched her lips, the faintest of concessions. “You see me not as I once was, nor as I shall be, but as I am.”

“And I do not fear what I see.”

“No,” she breathed, stepping nearer, the space between you charged with quiet understanding. “Fear has no place where truth is known.”

You stood in the silence that followed, words unnecessary. Her hand reached out, fingertips brushing yours, light, deliberate. You did not pull away.

Her touch was cool, steady, a balm to your unrest.

“I have walked through shadow and fire,” she murmured, “and learned that even the brightest lights must find sanctuary.”

You looked into her eyes, endless, sorrowful, luminous, and saw something new. Not affection, nor desire, but something deeper.

Trust.

Fingers entwined, you whispered, “Then stay. Just for this night.”

Galadriel’s gaze softened, weariness veiled beneath ageless strength. “So it shall be. Tonight, and perhaps beyond.”

Aragorn x GN!Reader

Summary: Aragorn brushes off his injuries after battle. You don’t let him.

Notes: This is my first actual time writing for Aragorn, it could be a little ooc. Warnings: slight mention of blood

The fire crackled low, shadows dancing across the dirt. The night was quiet now, still, almost eerily so after the noise of battle. You moved through the camp slowly, checking on the wounded where you could. Most were resting, murmuring soft thanks or nothing at all. But one person was missing from the usual crowd.

You found him sitting just beyond the firelight, half-hidden beneath the dark green of his cloak. Aragorn. Of course he was alone, shoulders tense, jaw set like stone. He sat still, one knee drawn up, hand pressed against his upper arm, not quite hiding the blood staining his sleeve.

“You’re bleeding,” you said quietly, stepping closer.

He didn’t look at you right away. Just shifted slightly, as if that might somehow make the pain disappear. “It’s nothing.”

You frowned, kneeling in front of him. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s usually true,” he replied, eyes finally meeting yours. “Others are worse off.”

“Others aren’t sitting out here bleeding in the dark.”

His mouth twitched, like he might argue, but you were already reaching for the edge of his cloak. He didn’t stop you. That alone said more than anything.

“Let me see,” you murmured, your voice softer now.

He didn’t move, but he didn’t resist either. The sleeve was torn just above the bicep, a clean gash, but deep. Dried blood clung to the edges. He had done nothing to clean it.

“This needs tending,” you said. “You know that.”

“I was going to.”

“When? After it gets infected?”

A quiet breath escaped him. “You’ve become very commanding.”

You gave him a look. “Well, someone has to be.”

You pulled a cloth from your pouch and dipped it in your water skin. As you cleaned the wound, Aragorn sat still, barely flinching even when you knew it must have hurt. He was always like this. Steady, silent, bearing too much without saying anything. Still, his eyes followed your hands, and when your fingers brushed his skin by accident, you felt him tense. Just a little.

“You always do this,” you said after a moment, not looking at him. “Put yourself last.”

“I do what must be done.”

“And letting someone help you doesn’t count?”

His voice was quieter now. “I am used to managing on my own.”

You tied the bandage with a little more force than necessary. “That is not an excuse. You don’t have to anymore.”

That silence settled between you again. You risked a glance up. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were softer. Like he was trying to say something but did not quite know how.

“If it were you,” you said, “lying somewhere injured, alone, I would come for you.”

“I know,” he replied simply. And somehow, those two words meant more than anything else he could have said.

You sat back a little, brushing your hands off on your cloak. The fire behind you popped softly, sending sparks drifting into the dark.

“You should sleep,” you said. “You will heal faster.”

“I will.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Promise?”

He gave a small, lopsided smile. Rare, but real. “I promise.”

There was a pause. He looked at you for a long moment and then, almost too casual, “You tend wounds well.”

You blinked. “Is that a compliment?”

He tilted his head slightly. “It is the truth.”

“Well, thank you.”

You stood to leave, but his voice stopped you.

“I meant what I said,” he added. “I am grateful.”

You turned halfway, eyes meeting his again. And for a second, the air between you felt charged. Like there was something more, just barely out of reach. Something neither of you were brave enough to say yet.

“You do not make it easy,” you said, offering a small smile. “You are terrible at letting people care about you.”

His lips curved faintly. “And yet you still try.”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I do.”

There was a beat. Then, softly, almost like a secret,

“I am glad you do.”

Yayy! My first proper post on my new blog :D

Frodo

• Frodo finds the mall overwhelming at first, too many people, too much noise, but his curiosity eventually gets the better of him.

• He’s drawn to the nearest bookstore and disappears for hours browsing maps, fantasy novels, and history books.

• Quietly judges the modern world based on the fiction section alone.

• Ends up sipping a mysterious latte while reading in a corner like he’s lived there his whole life.

Sam

• Sam thinks the mall is chaotic, but he loves shopping when it’s for his loved ones.

• Picks out sweet, thoughtful gifts for Rosie, the Gaffer, and even Aragorn.

• Lingers the longest in gardening stores, critiquing tools like a seasoned professional.

• Ends the day content with a cup of tea in a quiet café, completely ignoring the chaos around him.

Pippin

• Pippin is instantly thrilled, so many lights, sounds, snacks, and things to accidentally break.

• Gets lost almost immediately and returns hours later with five shopping bags and no explanation.

• Declares his glow in the dark socks and dancing robot “necessary equipment for modern life.”

• Drags everyone to every shop he sees, barely giving them time to breathe.

Merry

• Merry is curious but deeply suspicious, this place is too shiny to be trusted.

• He plans their shopping trip like a military campaign, complete with schedule and map.

• Lowkey loves ridiculous novelty items but pretends he’s only buying them for Pippin.

• Ends up trying on silly hats and declaring himself ‘the mall’s official fashion expert.’

Aragorn

• Aragorn dislikes the mall and would much rather be in a forest than under fluorescent lighting.

• Within five minutes, he’s memorized all exits, patrols the perimeter, and mentally mapped escape routes.

• Carries everyone’s shopping bags without complaint, radiating long suffering dad energy.

• Leaves with a sturdy jacket and a promise to never come back voluntarily.

Boromir

• Boromir pretends to hate malls but actually enjoys the luxurious clothes and polished boots.

• Finds a high end clothing store and tries on jackets like he’s choosing a new suit of armor.

• Is horrified by modern music, chaotic shoppers, and food samples offered on toothpicks.

• Protects the hobbits with the intensity of a soldier on duty, barking orders like, “Stay in formation!”

Legolas

• Legolas finds the mall loud, unnatural, and vaguely offensive to his Elven sensibilities.

• Watches people on escalators like they’re performing dark magic and studies vending machines with suspicion.

• Eventually stumbles into an archery store and critiques every single bow on the wall.

• Is so still and elegant, people keep mistaking him for a mannequin.

Gimli

• Gimli doesn’t know how he feels about the mall, and his opinion changes every ten minutes.

• Scoffs at escalators at first, calling them “sorcery,” but eventually rides them proudly like a dwarven king.

• Spends the most time in hardware stores, jewelry shops, and anywhere with “real craftsmanship.”

• Eats five food court meals while loudly complaining about “modern nonsense.”

Gandalf

• Gandalf is thoroughly unimpressed but vaguely amused, like he’s watching a strange mortal ritual.

• Glides through the mall with quiet judgment, occasionally muttering, “Fools…” under his breath.

• Spends a suspiciously long time in the bookstore, pretending not to be flattered by how many wizards show up in fiction.