Legolas x Reader

Summary: Legolas admits his love to you by braiding your hair, which is an elvish tradition that he follows.

Warnings: Kisses, soft romance, Legolas being a sweetheart.

Word count: Approx 1610

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A/N: Hi loves! It has been a while since I've written any Legolas content and this is also the first Legolas fic on this blog since I moved all of my LotR fics here. I hope you enjoy some soft romance! I might follow this up with some soft smut if you like the idea of that? Idk, let me know if you'd like to see that 💕

The deep hues of the harvest gave a golden filter to his surroundings, taking in a deep breath of the cool morning air, fragrant with the scent of deep yellow wheat. It was in the early sun, when it trailed over the fields, painting his skin with a beautiful glow that he felt pure bliss, something impossible to find and something even more difficult for him to nurture himself.

The soft clink of the spoon against porcelain as he listened to you preparing your morning drinks, fresh and warm and accompanied by the smell of the campfire. The breeze was soft and comforting as it gently tossed the long strands of his hair out of its usual position, blonde tresses falling over his shoulder and resting against the woollen texture of his warm, soft overcoat.

(Legolas x Reader)

〚Summary: It’s been far too long, and sometimes the best way to unwind is with the touch of your lover. 〛

Word count: 2,063

Warnings: fluff and uhhhh pretty graphic smut

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This got the seal of approval from the shifting discord so- here we are! Normally wouldn’t have the balls to post this.

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I let out a heaving sigh as I entered my bedroom, eager to claw off the formal dress I was forced to wear this evening.

A light chuckling traveled through the doorway, followed by the sound of the heavy door closing.

Whirling around I made eye contact with my very amused husband, to which I sent a half-hearted glare.

“I’m failing to see what you find so amusing, melda veru nîn.” (My beloved husband)

His smile did not falter as he ushered forward, cupping my face in his hands. His cerulean eyes took their time drinking in every detail of my face before speaking, his voice cool and even as always.

“You’re beautiful when you’re angry, Elen nîn.” (my star) He spoke with pure adoration as his thumbs traced my cheekbones, so much adoration that my sour mood began to crumble instantly. He always had a way of doing that.

“I’m about to be the most stunning being you’ve ever seen if I have to go to one more of these blasted parties in our honor,” I began, leaning into his touch.

“Who says you aren’t already the most beautiful being I’ve laid eyes on?” He asked, raising a challenging brow.

I scoffed playfully, brushing his hands off of me. A laugh bubbled up in my chest as I shook my head.

“I’m serious! Your father hates me, and he makes it known at every opportunity.” I griped, crossing my arms over my chest.

He sighed, grabbing my wrists and uncrossing my arms, and pressing a feather-light kiss across my knuckles, he twined our fingers. “He’ll come to love you, just give it time meleth nîn.” (my love)

Finally, a smile cracked across my face.

Perhaps it was time to change the subject.

“Do you remember when we first met?” I asked softly, my hands traveling to smooth down the fabric of his silver tunic, feeling the defined muscles of his chest underneath.

“How could I forget?” Came his reply, though there was questioning in his tone. He watched me intently as my fingers began to undo the delicate silver clasps that held the garment together.

“Did you ever imagine that in sixty-something years we’d be here?” My voice had dropped to just above a whisper as my lips ghosted against the pale skin of his neck, stopping briefly to litter a few light kisses across its length.

His breathing hitched at the contact, his hands falling to rest on my waist.

“Hmm... considering the fact that you called me a stuck up, arrogant princeling... no” there was mirth in his tone, I didn’t need to see his face to know he was grinning broadly.

A loud laugh ripped through me before I could stop it, my head falling back as I draped my arms around his neck.

“I was quite blunt back then, wasn’t I?” I asked, grinning so hard the corners of my eyes crinkled.

“Perhaps.” He replied, laughing along with me. After we settled a bit, Legolas kissed me deeply, knocking the breath out of my lungs and leaving me clinging to him for dear life.

When we parted, there was no mistaking the look in his darkened gaze.

“I want you.” He whispered, fingers trailing up and down my sides lovingly.

“And I you,” I began hesitantly, glancing around our room. The house of Elrond’s rooms were comprised of half walls and pillars that led out into the land of constant autumn that we currently called home.

Not exactly the picture of privacy.

I continued “but what if someone hears? You know Imladris isn’t known for its privacy.”

Turning back to meet his gaze, there wasn’t a hint of questioning in his expression.

“I don’t care, it’s been too long.” He shook his head, eyes searching for any opposition in my own expression.

With a nod of permission from me, he began to eagerly work on removing my dress. His nimble fingers easily freeing me from the lacy prison, the fabric pooling at my feet.

He gave me no time to step out before he swooped me up as if I weighed nothing, calloused hands gliding up my thighs as he carried me over to our bed.

He placed me down on the silken bed with such tenderness and care, trailing a few kisses down my body before standing at the edge of the mattress.

He drank in the sight of my bare body splayed out for his viewing pleasure. And while this wouldn’t be the first time we’ve laid together, the thought of being so exposed to him brought pinkness to my cheeks. Still, my eye contact never wavered as I drew my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Órava...”(have mercy) he pleaded, discarding the tunic he wore before crawling on top of me.

With his hard body trapping me on the mattress, my breathing picked up ever so slightly at the thought of what was to come.

Leaning down, his lips grazed the shell of my pointed ear as he whispered to me.

“You are pure starlight, meleth nîn...”

His tone paired with his fingers tracing shapes across my bare sides caused a shiver to travel up my spine.

He smelled of pine and the earth after a long rain, and the scent was utterly intoxicating as he had me at his mercy.

I didn’t have long to contemplate that fact before his lips were on mine, my fingers finding purchase within his silky flaxen locks as his tongue invaded my mouth.

Its softness brushed against my own, coaxing me into a heated dance. One that didn’t take long to have my lust at a fever pitch in a matter of moments. I needed him, I needed his hands on me, I needed anything or I feared I’d go insane.

I was never going this long without having him ever again.

Begrudgingly I freed one hand from his long locks, reaching blindly to take one of his hands in mine.

I pulled it up, cupping it around one of my breasts.

He gave it a gentle squeeze before lifting both of his hands to pin my wrists on either side of my head, breaking our kiss. Much to my displeasure.

I let out a whine of disproval, staring up at him, breathing labored.

“Leg-“ I began but stopped as he pressed his hips into mine, feeling his arousal through his trousers caused desire to pool between my legs.

“Patience darling...” he scolded gently, amusedly, head dipping to trail open-mouthed kisses down my neck at a torturously slow pace.

And torture it was, now not even being able to caress my beloved as he continued to assault the sensitive expanse of my neck and shoulders.

He continued this for some time, not until I was squirming beneath him did he give in to my pleas.

Finally he pulled away, releasing my wrists as he turned his attention to my breasts. His strong hands gently massaging the sensitive flesh, his darkened blue eyes dancing between my flushed face and the bare skin of my chest as he began to tease my nipples into hard points.

He smiled oh so beautifully down at me, and even through the lust-filled moment I could see the absolute adoration and pride he felt towards me in this moment.

I wasn’t able to mull over the thought for long, while I was lost in thought he dipped his head down and closed his mouth over one of my nipples. The feeling of his hot tongue working over me so wonderfully caused me to cry out softly, arching into him, begging for more.

This time, thank the Valar, he acquiesces. With his free hand, I felt his fingers slowly descend my naval. Eventually, coming to lightly circle my clit.

The feather-light contact paired with his assault on my breasts had me already teetering on the edge, and all I wanted to do was fall into oblivion.

My, it has been too long. I managed to think to myself.

Rolling my hips in time with his fingers, I moaned lowly as he switched breasts. Ignoring my pleas to watch the stars explode behind my eyelids.

All too soon, he removed his fingers and his grasp on my nipple, moving to prop himself above my panting, flushed form.

Pressing a firm kiss to my lips, he then descends my body. Trailing kisses all the way down, eventually resting with his knees on the floor, head between my thighs.

He didn’t give me any time to find myself self-conscious about the compromising position before he pulled my thighs to the edge of the bed, tongue splaying over my overstimulated clit eagerly.

I gasped, fingers weaving in his messy platinum locks as he ate away at me greedily. His name fell from my mouth more times than I could count, a prayer, a mantra, a desperate plea for more.

Without warning, three fingers entered me, curling as they find a fast-paced rhythm.

Arching and writhing in pure unadulterated pleasure, I cried out, his free arm coming to pin me to the bed. There was nothing I could do but take the intense pleasure Legolas was giving me.

Eventually, it became too much, the tightness in my core finally coming loose in an intense orgasm.

Clasping a hand over my mouth in a weak attempt to muffle my moans, I let the waves crash through me.

After a minute of Legolas stroking me, gently bringing me down, he crawled back on top of me.

Eyes never leaving me as he drew his fingers into his mouth, cleaning my essence from his fingers.

The action alone was enough to make the heat pool between my legs again, but when he groaned with pleasure I had to have him.

Pulling him into a kiss, I could taste myself on him.

“Take me, Legolas.” I breathed as we parted, causing a spark of excitement to appear in his eye.

I watched intently as he stood, ridding himself of his trousers before practically pouncing on me once more.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled him to me. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he entered me in one stroke.

The feeling was divine, the way he filled me so perfectly. Like two halves of a whole coming together.

He set a slow, intimate pace as he lent down to kiss me deeply. Our tongues dancing together, his hips gyrating in such a way that stimulated my clit perfectly.

The only sounds that filled the room were that of our soft, muffled moans, the distant waterfalls of Imladris, and the conversations of the dying dinner party.

All was soon overtaken by the increasing speed of Legolas’ thrusts as we both came closer and closer to the edge, kisses becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. The sound of skin slapping skin resounding throughout the room as we gave further and further into the bliss of pure, unbridled lovemaking.

Soon we weren’t even able to continue kissing, just panting and moaning into each other’s mouths as we both teetered on the edge.

Legolas hitched my legs further around his hips, cupping a hand on my cheek as he called my name.

“Open your eyes, meleth nîn, I want to see you...” he whispered, coaxing me to do as he requested.

Soon I did as he asked, being absolutely pinned by the intensity of the love and tenderness held in his gaze during such an intense moment.

“Tolo ar nîn...” (come with me) he commanded gently.

And that’s all it took for me to be tossed into oblivion, an orgasm more intense than the last. Legolas followed immediately after, feeling him twitch deep within me before filling me up.

After a few more slow strokes, he withdrew from me, falling onto the mattress a panting mess. He pulled me to him, pressing my face to his bare chest as he began to comb his fingers through my hair.

We didn’t speak for a long while, we didn’t need to. We laid in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, just holding each other.

After a while, Legolas looked down at me.

“I love you, so much... I hope you know that” he said, trailing a finger across my jawline.

Legolas x Reader

BLOODY HELL! I haven’t written a hobbit/LOTR fic in ages! This is for my Babylove , @thatgothicgurl

PS…I wrote this after four margaritas so I apologize in advance 💀

Legolas had spent his years in the Woodland realm yearning to explore what was beyond the kingdom.

After his mother died, his father was more overprotective of him.

Thranduil would never have let the elfling out of his sight had it not been for his kingly duties.

The guard is the only thing that gave him a sense of belonging, along with you and Tauriel.

Thranduil grew more distant with every decade that passed.

When the elfling began experiencing feelings for Tauriel; Thranduil noticed and did everything he could to interfere.

That was enough to make you hide any feelings you may or may not have developed for the prince.

Then, the dwarfs came, and the Battle of the Five Armies happened.

Summary: The reader, daughter of Elrond, is working on the library and, suddenly, Legolas starts distracting you…

Word count: 1,415

Warnings: Fluff and steamy kisses

Pairing: Romantic relationship

A.N: Hi my elves!! Sorry for not posting anything but i was with a lot of exams and assigments. Now that i’ve finish uni I’ll have more time to write. I’m so exited because I’ve been recieving requests and I enjoy writing them a lot. If you have requested something I’ll eventually get to it and post it. Sorry if there are some errors but english is not my firts language. This is my first post, based on a short image that i had about Lelogas. Please give it some love and comment if you want, I’ll appreciate it so much🥰. Thank you everyone!! Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn (A star shines on the hour of our meeting)🌌🧝🏻‍♀️

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It was a quiet morning, you could hear the birds tweet between the trees, laying in their nests. The sight from the library was so breathtaking, the valley of Imladris was above your feet, with all its beauty and magnificence, it felt like you were living among the clouds with a light so pure and intense that made everything ethereal. You wanted to go for a walk, maybe visit the lake and take a bath, but you needed to finish what you were doing, as soon as possible.

Suddenly, a pair of known hands startled you, caressing your hair and braiding it to be able to expose your sensitive neck to his touch. Only his. The tender touch of your skin was replaced by the splendid feeling that the brush of his lips against your collar bone provided you. Your eyes wanted to shut and you fell back to give better access to the tongue that was teasing you, wanting you to lose your mind because of his wet but soft kisses. He was asking you for permission to continue…

- Legolas, please, I’m trying to work. You’re distracting me. - You said while you attempted to escape from his grip.

- Do you know that when you’re concentrated you slightly bite your lips? I find it very hard to resist… - His hands massaged your back searching for your waist.

- Let me guess, you’re not letting me finish this, aren’t you?

- You’re very perceptive, meleth nîn (my love). You know me so well.

You tried to answer back, however, the blonde elf grabbed your waist, lifted you up for you to stand up and pushed aside the chair where you were seated in, giving him perfect access to your body. The table was pressed against your back so you didn't have nowhere to run. Your eyes met, feeling as if you had been separated from each other for a very long lifetime. He was eager for your touch, his eyes speaked for him. Without breaking your eye contact your hands wandered resting in his chest, covered by a silky shirt that showed part of his pale but radiant skin. You were so entranced by his beauty that you didn't feel his strong arms pulling you closer until your foreheads established contact.

- As much as I love the direction this is taking I need to finish reading that book. I promised my father I’ll help him and you know how he gets when I don’t “fulfill my duties” - You said noiselessly.

- But you’ve been working all morning and yesterday too. I just want a little attention from you, brennil nîn (my lady). - He said resting his hands on your waist.

You could feel his thumb rubbing on your hip, lightly pressing the skin underneath your dress in circular motions, which made you completely shiver. Your body, entirely, was reacting to the feeling of being pressed against Legolas’ figure, perceiving his soft breathing that synced with yours.

- I really think that last night I paid the proper attention you deserve, Melethron nîn (my beloved).

After saying that you knew your cheeks would be bright red, remembering last night made you flush. Legolas, noticing your expression, smirked showing his perfect white smile, making you remember the softness of his lips exploring every part of your skin. The elf, still smiling, pulled your body against him, hugging you so tight that he was able to rest his face in the crook of your neck, which made every cell in your body bristle. Legolas made you feel safe, his embrace felt like home, you were like glass between his hands, not fragile but dazzling and divine. You could sense him smiling while he stroked one side of your neck, your skin knew him so well. “Of course you did”, Legolas managed to say among needy touches and kisses on your neck and chin.

Whereas Legolas’ lips lowered your guard, your hands reached to his hair. It was styled with two little braids at each side of his head, behind his ears. Slowly, your fingers started to untie them, brushing Legolas’ hair and, momentary, fondling his ears with extreme tenderness. The moment when the tips of your fingers touched his silky lobes, Legolas lifted his head, watching you directly in your eyes, making you feel like your pupils were melting into each other. Calmy, not breaking your eye contact, he separated himself a few centimetres from you so he would be able to enclose your waist, firmer than before, suddenly sitting you on top of the table. You tried to push aside all of the papers and books that were on the table but Legolas was quicker.

- Y/n, do you really know what you do to me? - He told you taking your hand and placing it where his heart beated rapidly.

- I… I just want you to feel like I feel everytime you look at me with those absorbing blue eyes. - You smiled.

- Gellon ned i galar i chent lîn ned i gladhol (I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh).

As those words were mentioned by Legolas, all your body sensed a feeling of warmth and nervousness. You were like a little elf discovering love for the first time, you were reviving the intoxicating feeling of your heart stopping because of him. That prince made you lose your mind and you made him lose his. You were the perfect combination. You were in love with Legolas, you've always been.

You took a moment to admire your lover’s beauty. His golden hair, now wavy because of the previous braids, fell down, like magical waterfalls, and rested in his muscly shoulders. You couldn’t resist caressing him, sliding your fingers through the slight waves that had been formed. You reached his cheek and your thumb started to draw perfect circles, feeling his skin warm and flushed. Legolas kissed your hand gently making you feel the softness of his lips and the desire in his grip.

- I love you with your messy hair, that way I can see you, the real you. - You said with your eyes shining because of the emotions he made you feel.

- I simply love you, my starlight.

Your fingers wandered, wanting to touch each other, and you, at last, gave in to desire. Legolas’ orbs traveled between your eyes and lips, he was asking for permission to make the next move… That was not your first kiss but it would always feel like it has been. You dampened your lips, giving him the sign he needed to proceed. Your bodies were pressed against each other, your hands were held and the touch between your noses teased the other one. Both of your lips were ready. Legolas, tenderly, closed the distance between your mouths. Both of you were hungry, eager for the delightful brush of your lips. You were in ecstasy. His hands searched for the end of your skirt and sneaked inside your clothes, touching the soft skin of your thighs that reacted immediately to his touch. Your heart couldn’t beat faster.

Your tongues met and the kiss deepened, making the ambience of the room turbid, hotter. You could feel how Legolas lightly bit your lower lip between kisses, your head was on fire, you couldn't think about anything but the marvelous sensation of his lips against yours. Electricity runned down your spine, needing his touch. While your lips were desiring the other and increasing the rhythm of your tongues playing, savouring each other and being delighted with your taste, your hands began to unlace the elf’s blouse to be able to touch his torso. When your cold hands established contact with Legolas’ skin a growl escaped from his throat forcing you to not stop, you didn't plan to.

Without warning, the sound of far steps scared both of you, making you break your union. You realized you were at the library, you were on top of a table with your dress made a mess, Legolas with his shirt wrinkled and his hair messy. There were papers everywhere. You stayed in silence, looking deeply into your eyes, your hands held and shivering from your mutual arousal, until you could breathe again. Legolas’ lips were swollen and you supposed yours were too.

- Legolas, gi melin (i love you). - You whispered.

- I love you more than life, my starlight. - He said before grabbing your hand and guiding you to your bedroom.

Gi melin, y/n. He also whispered before kissing you again.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone. This is my first imagine in a while (like a year or so I think). I really hope you all like it. Please let me know! I was listening to Tom Odell’s song Heal when I thought of Legolas. This is more of a sad imagine.  I hope you all enjoy it. ♥

Warnings: Yelling, past trauma

Y/n = your name. H/c = hair color. F/n = friends name.

Legolas x reader x Fellowship

Requested: Yes! @galileostyles​ asked “hey i love your writing so much ❤️ could you do a legolas x reader x fellowship where they see you fighting for the first time at the mines of moria and feel bad for underestimating you. thanks ❤️”

Warnings: men being men

A/N: This was harder than I thought! I wrote it a first time last week but then I realized it was too similar to an upcoming chapter of ‘Perfect Secrets’, so I had to delete and start all over again. Enjoy and let me know what you think! I live for comments/reblogs :) 

(I absolutely love this gif. It practically screams testosteron! If I was standing near an Orc at this moment I would take its arm and wound it around my neck myself, and gladly take up the role of damsel in distress. Yes please!)

Legolas x reader

Requested: Yes! @lotr-th-nin-meleth​ asked “Hey! Could I get a Legolas x Reader where the reader is caring for an injured baby deer she found in the forest and she’s usually really gruff and cold and keeps to herself? So Legolas gets all soft watching her be soft and she asks him for help or something you can choose and he’s just all flustered and it’s cute. Thank you xxx”

A/N: I switched it up a bit, hope you don’t mind! I also skipped the ‘old’ Westron Legolas usually speaks, to make it easier for me. Because I can do that.

Warnings: one soft curse word, mentions of blood, Legolas in love (yes, that needs its own warning)

Legolas x reader

Requested: Yes! By @aeryqueen​ who suggested prompts 12 and 50 from my sleepover prompt list. “Come back to bed, please” and “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Warnings: angst, angst, angst, but with fluff ending (you know I could never make Legolas the bad guy)

A/N: I really wanted to turn this into a fluff piece, and to be honest the prompts that were chosen asked for fluff. But yeah… angst happened. Like a lot of it. Sorry! The other Legolas requests I have, are all fluffy. I promise!!

You woke up in the early morning before dawn, knowing something was off. The bed felt cold, even though you were buried in thick, cozy blankets.

You reached your arm behind you, and just as you expected Legolas wasn’t there. His place in the bed still warm, so he couldn’t be gone long. At that time he came out of the bathroom fully dressed, without a sound, trying his best not to wake you.  

“Legolas?”

He froze when he heard your voice.   “Meleth nîn?”

“Come back to bed, please,” you spoke softly.

He sighed while walking to the bed and crouched down next to you. “I- I can’t, I have an early meeting again,” he said and kissed your hair. “I’ll see you at breakfast.”

Before you could protest, he was gone.

Legolas x reader x Fellowship

Requested: Yes! @galileostyles​ asked “hey i love your writing so much ❤️ could you do a legolas x reader x fellowship where they see you fighting for the first time at the mines of moria and feel bad for underestimating you. thanks ❤️”

Warnings: men being men

A/N: This was harder than I thought! I wrote it a first time last week but then I realized it was too similar to an upcoming chapter of ‘Perfect Secrets’, so I had to delete and start all over again. Enjoy and let me know what you think! I live for comments/reblogs :) 

(I absolutely love this gif. It practically screams testosteron! If I was standing near an Orc at this moment I would take its arm and wound it around my neck myself, and gladly take up the role of damsel in distress. Yes please!)

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Rain (Request)

Mountainside Picnic (Request)

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Oneshots

Sequel to Hurt/Comfort series Saving the Enemy

Pairing: Legolas x fem!reader

Category: One-shot

Summary: You are Gandalf’s granddaughter. Long ago you were captured by the Mirkwood elves after saving the life of their prince, Legolas. He tended your injuries and the two of you fell in love. But it was a time of war and the fates were cruel, tearing you and Legolas apart on separate paths. Years later, you and Gandalf come to Rivendell to decide what must be done with the ring. Little do you know, someone else has been summoned for the council. Someone you haven’t seen in years. 

Warnings: Mention of nearly fainting, suggestive flirting. 

     “You must remember to return in time for the council meeting!” Gandalf called, watching after you as you ran down the castle stairs in your bare feet, tangled hair and thin dress flowing out behind you in your haste.

     “Of course, grandfather.” You reached the bottom of the stairs and whirled around, smiling up at him as the gentle wind blew your hair in your face. “I’ll only be a moment.”

     “You always say that.” Gandalf grumbled, but there was a smile in his eye as he said it.

Sequel to Hurt/Comfort series Saving the Enemy 

Part 1

Pairing: Legolas x fem!reader

Category: One-shot

Summary: You are Gandalf’s granddaughter. Long ago you were captured by the Mirkwood elves after saving the life of their prince, Legolas. He tended your injuries and the two of you fell in love. But it was a time of war and the fates were cruel, tearing you and Legolas apart on separate paths. Years later, you and Gandalf come to Rivendell to decide what must be done with the ring. You discover that none other than Legolas himself has also been summoned to the council. 

Warnings: Brief mature flirting

     You flung the doors of Elrond’s study wide open and entered. “Grandfather!”

     Elrond, who was standing next to the window while Gandalf sat facing him, grimaced as he looked from you to Gandalf. “Makes quite an entrance, doesn’t she?”

     “Indeed.” Gandalf muttered, pretending to be annoyed.

Sequel to Hurt/Comfort Series Saving the Enemy

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Pairing: Legolas x fem!reader

Category: One-shot

Summary: You are Gandalf’s granddaughter. Long ago you were captured by the Mirkwood elves after saving the life of their prince, Legolas. He tended your injuries and the two of you fell in love. But it was a time of war and the fates were cruel, tearing you and Legolas apart on separate paths. Hundreds of years later, you and Legolas meet again on a quest to destroy the ring. But as Saruman’s power grows stronger, you begin to wonder if it’s even possible for the quest to end happily. 

Warnings: None

     Boromir proved to be a patient teacher. He guided Merry and Pippin through the basics of swordplay, then fought each of them in turn using slow, practiced movements. The two hobbits learned quickly under him, clearly enjoying the challenge. But you could tell that they saw swordplay as no more than a game. Not a skill that could one day save them from injury or death.

     You sat by Gandalf’s side, idly sharpening your dagger as you watched the training session. The others looked on as well, all except for Legolas. He kept moving, pacing, circling the area. Scanning the terrain with a solemn stare that missed nothing.