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#rentfree THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS @lotrweek 2025 | Day 1: brown / Hobbit day

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“We cannot,” he says. His voice is roughened into something almost unrecognizable. “We will not.”
I remain half-braced against the table, lips parted, hands empty now, as though the room has altered shape too quickly for my body to follow.
“Faramir –,”
“If you wish it, I will see you safely to your door, but –,”
“I will not tempt us so.” The words leave me before I know I have chosen them.
He freezes, eyes pressing tight like my words are torture for him. Like he knows I’m right.
“I can return as I came,” I say, my voice quieter now, frayed at the edges. “Carefully.”
The silence that follows feels old as stone.
“Then do so.” The control is back in his voice, but not its ease. That is gone now. Gone as wholly as mine. “Good night, my lady.”
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I rewrote this. More smut. More everything.
Following her return to Kattegat after 5 years of being gone, the tension between her and Ubbe is tight and now Aslaug asked her to dinner. After bickering, Lhyrie blows off steam practicing her sword work and Ubbe stumbles upon her. Instead of pushing him away, what if Lhyrie kissed him back in the barn.
“Have you done this before?” He asked, his own breath airy. He kissed her neck as he gently guided her down from the high.
“Yes.” She blushed despite his fingers still between her thighs.
“To more than one man?”
“I don’t see how that concerns you,” she said, poking his chest. Her hands trailed lower to the cut lines of his stomach and to his waistband.
“Shouldn’t it?”
“I should ask the same of you,” she cheeked. She grabbed the strings of his leathers and pulled, rocking him to press right at the sweet spot between her legs. They groaned in time together.
“I think you already know that answer,” Ubbe said dryly, his lips on her cheek. He pulled quickly at his waistband. “I will go slow.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I could watch you come undone for ages.” He lowered his lips to hers and his voice was thick with gravel. “I will not rush that.”
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My bed shouldn’t feel this unfamiliar. I shift again, rustling the covers, trying to settle. It’s not working.
Seb texts me mid-pillow battle, the blue glow cutting through the darkness.
Seb: Home.
Seb: Too quiet.
Yeah. I don’t type what I want. Instead, I drop my phone onto the pillow beside me, close enough to feel its warmth near my cheek.
The tension in my shoulders finally loosens, sinking into the mattress. My eyes close before I can fight it. They don’t open again until my phone buzzes next to me, sunlight streaking in through half-drawn curtains.
Seb: Good morning.
I swear they coordinated it.
A second later, Rachel bursts into my room with zero hesitation, halfway across it before my eyes adjust.
“I have waited long enough, Makin,” she screeches, bouncing on the end of my bed like it’s a trampoline. “It’s nearly nine. You got in at one. That’s plenty of sleep.”

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“I’ll find you after,” I say against his lips.
“They don’t let family on the ice or the locker rooms,” he reminds me, forehead pressed against mine.
“Good thing I have a press badge that won’t get me there either.” I step back, then another toward the street. If I don’t now, I never will.
“I’ll find you after,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
He wants to step to me. He wants to kiss me again and drag me against the wall. He wants to walk in together and he doesn’t care who knows it.
Not now. Not before the game he says doesn’t rattle him.
So he looks down at his feet, shuffles them like he’s already on skates and digs his hands into his pockets.
“Sebastian.” He looks up at me with a look that makes me want to run straight back to him. “Win.”
His mouth curves into that familiar smirk. And he nods – small, simple, final. A promise.
When I step onto the sidewalk, the wind the alley blocked shoots through me, but I’m still on fire from where his hands were on my sides, my cheeks, the back of my neck. One last glance, one last tilt of his head and I round the corner –
– and collide with a wall of red, white, and blue.
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Now, be brave and don’t look back. Don’t look back.
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Reporters start to shuffle behind us. I scoot forward on instinct, knee bumping into the half wall. Seb pulls his hoodie lower. If anyone would recognize Sebastian Kovac, it’s hockey media.
When the last of the press box squeezes out and it’s just us and another reporter on the far end of the box, I whack his shoulder.
“You cannot do that while I’m working.” I shoot a sideways glance at him while I gather my things. “Tonight? Yes. Encouraged. Not while either of us are working.”
Seb’s head tilts a fraction. “That would be difficult while I’m working,” he says looking down at the player's bench. “It’s already tight down there. An extra body would stick out.”
“I can hold up signs. You can learn Russian for foreplay.”
“That’d be awkward as hell with Petrov, though.”
“Worth it.”
The look he gives me sends a shiver down my spine. Then his phone buzzes in his pocket. I get the boxscore dinged to mine.
Work.
Pulling us back in.
Or never having let us go.
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“Okay,” he nods. I see math flying behind his eyes, figuring out schedules and buses and obligations and whatever athlete-brain calculations he runs constantly. “I –,” his gaze drops again. My mouth, my cheek, my eyes and back down again because he can’t seem to stop himself. “Can we – can we get out of here? For a bit?”
The question comes out quiet, careful. Scared to ask it, not sure if he can.
Of course he can.
Of course we will. But not before I make him wait a beat while I raise an eyebrow at him. “If you have a bit of my chocolate twist,” I counter.
He smirks and pulls his bottom lip through his teeth just enough to blanch it. It makes me dizzy. Then, without breaking eye contact, he grabs the bag from the table.
“I’ll have that entire display if it means getting you out of that chair.”
I’m glad I’m sitting because I’m pretty sure I would just melt into a pool otherwise.
“Nope,” I say too quickly, grabbing the bag from him. “That’s okay. It’s to go.”

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