#fiionan

if you have tampermonkey installed you might want to disable it, because they seem to cancel one another out?

meme | NOT ACCEPTING

I’m not entirely sure a soggy url is better than bugs but I’ll tAKE IT

my opinion on;

character in general: ok Frodo is bae. like, there’s a post somewhere for an au where we have the apocalypse & everyone forgets everything but how to read, & the only book left is LotR, so everyone thinks Frodo’s our hero & like, I can get behind that. I can agree with some Frodo worship. what would Frodo do? hello would you like to discuss our lord & savior Frodo Baggins? my favorite character for the last 7 years, I’m not even kidding. I love Frodo.how they play them: ahhhh this here is a superb Frodo. like, I don’t remember if I ever mentioned this, but once this ask of yours came up on my dash & it was Frodo telling Pippin he wasn’t his favorite cousin & I laughed so hard. like, you got his humorous side & that’s absolutely amazing, I like seeing Frodo happy/amused & you do that so wellthe mun: well you rp my bae so I already love you. but what really sealed the deal is when you made that starter. & I understand from your rules that you don’t really rp outside your fandom so here I was with a starter from Frodo, it was amazing ok. not to mention your sense of humor oh wow, never gonna let me live that bug thing down are ya?

do i;

follow them: yep!rp with them: kindawant to rp with them: yes ! I’d make a LotR verse just for this. hell, I’d reboot my Merry for you if I thought I had the time. I need to reread the books again though hrngship their character with mine: platonic sure. they could read their poetry to each other

what is my;

overall opinion: slides a bug-free juice box to muse & mun

fiionan

In age the very beliefs and emotions of a persons mind would come into question- Not only by others that may silently believe a mind to be too unkept and in disuse to be of any real relevance, but by ones self. She considered, idly, how strange that the mind can turn doubt upon itself, and if in turn that would be false. 

Bilba had many doubts in her life, one being if she could be selfish enough to burden the Ring onto her dear Frodo, and she doubted her very beliefs that day. Her judgement would change him. May change their world. And on a poor, tired mind and heavy heart it was hard to find the strength to affirm what was right.

Perhaps there was no right.

Though, she reasoned, if there was then it certainly felt right as she sat in Rivendell, her beloved Frodo’s hand in her own. She could no longer apologize- Yet she hoped he knew her regret.

༺ fiionan Continued from X

       A time would come for when even the unlikely or unreasonable        would occur as though normal to the ring bearer. His deepest        fears would come to face him, and now was one such time, as        he came to face with death itself.     In the form of a friend it        greeted him,  and no less betrayed was he than if his own        servant had turned their blade on him.

       Frodo had thought their small talk rather queer, but had not the        wit to predict a sword pointed hastily at his throat. His eyes met        theirs, wide at first with surprise, and then with hurt. He looked        to them betrayed and feared any subtle movements, yet his        hands tensed with a sudden urge to grasp for the ring.

       He felt a FOOL.

             He had thought himself unable to be so  TEMPTED by                 the call of the Ring:   and yet,  here he was, BLINDED                 by all else but the foul whisper in the back of his mind,                 the echo that somewhere DEEP he knew Isildur once                 heard to  t a k e i t.. 

              The blade lowered,    hovered, point nicking over folds of                  cloth until it found that chain       ( dull clink of fine metal                   against BATTLE-NOTCHED blade ).     He said nothing.                   His brow furrowed,   jaw tightening,   a certain LIGHT in                  his eyes that was not himself:        something profoundly                  troubled, the CURSE of being the heir with DARKNESS                  in his blood.

              The point wavered. A breeze blew. It stirred the ranger’s                  ( the betrayer’s? )  cloak ‘round his feet,  his hair into his                  face.  The hilt felt COLD against his calloused hand, the                   sword HEAVY. And for the briefest of moments, SENSE                  broke through his mind,     enough to cause the blade to                   jerk back a little. 

                    HORROR snapped through his mind, as cold as ice down his                         spine. And in that moment of clarity, he gritted out tight and                        almost begging: 

DON’T BE SO SILLY FRODO MY BOY

dark haired faramir is MY SHIT man