Nights

He takes time to go to sleep

He may become restless, pacing the rooms in Bag End before you eventually pull him to bed, telling him to relax and let his anxieties calm down.

Your voice and comfort bring him back to earth, and being wrapped in the soft sheets of your shared bed does wonders for his chaotic mind

You sometimes find him already in bed, surrounded by scrolls, books, and doing his own research into the world Bilbo taught him about as a child

As you drift off, he begs for your hand, running through his hair, lulling him to sleep while you talk about your day

He mutters a little "goodnight" through a yawn when you blow the candle out

Sam

Mornings

Being the gardener he is, he is always up before dawn, leaving you all snug in bed and not wanting to wake you

He starts in the kitchen, cooking up some breakfast for you two, and you are usually awakened by the smell of fresh bread seeping into your bedroom

A soft humming from him fills the house, bringing a domestic, safe blanket over you

Greets you with soft kisses to the forehead and cheeks, handing you a plate of food

You being all sleepy with rough hair makes him feel all warm inside, and he swears you've never looked lovelier

Sometimes you walk out to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers gathered on the table for you, all from your shared garden

Nights

He becomes SUCH a talker at night

Yapper yapper yapper

He keeps you wrapped in his arms in front of the fire, calloused finger tips dragging along your skin and mapping your curves

He goes weak when you play with his hair, often laughing when you find some pollen or flower petals tangled in the mess that is his curls

It's a quiet comfort, sharing deep kisses and roaming hands, going under shirts and warming your skin

But he eventually hears your snore against his chest or shoulder, and he sighs before carrying you to bed, making sure not to wake you from your peaceful, warm sleep

Merry

Mornings

A very dramatic complainer about waking up

You have to poke him awake while he groans and rolls away, swatting your wandering hands away

But his hidden laughter gives him away

He's a hopeless mess, hair in every direction, eyes half closed, skin red and blotchy

He begs "just 5 more minutes" while wrapping all his limbs around you, keeping you basically trapped to the bed

You eventually coax him out of the sheets by offering to get him some breakfast, and he happily obliges.

Very clingy in the morning, though, loving to give you a gentle squeeze from the back as you make some food

He basically falls back asleep against your shoulder

Nights

He loves a good late-night talk, and will not stop yapping even when you're eyes are closed and your only response is "hm"

He lies sprawled across the bed, arms waving dramatically to animate the story he is telling you

And keeps you awake "Heyy?? Are you listening??"

He tries to sneak in a few cheeky gropes, laughing when you flinch away out of surprise

And annoys you until you threaten to make him sleep on the couch with all the energy he's got, but that's enough to quiet him, and he snuggles close (after begging to be the little spoon)

Pippin

Mornings

He wakes with explosive energy, like literal sunshine in hobbit form

And you HAVE to wake up with him, he'll never forgive if you don't, even if it means dragging you out of bed

And what's a morning with Pippin if there's no singing? His tunes fill the hobbit hole with morning glee, making sure every bird and bug outside is awake with him

His hair is a mess, but he makes it look charming, and he somehow never has tired eyes or flushed cheeks, but instantly looks ready for the day and to walk out the door

Nights

He has a habit of insisting he is not tired and wants to stay up late

Like a kid lmao

He is full of energy until the end of the night, when he eventually crashes

Most likely in your arms on the couch, or in bed while you're reading, and you've noticed that he hasn't said a word in 5 minutes

And when he's out, he's OUT

Nothing in the world could wake that little hobbit

Except maybe you wandering off

You always think it's a wonder that you can yell in his ear, bash pans together or stomp as loud as you can in the morning, but he does not even stir

But somehow you leave the bed to go to the bathroom or grab water during the night, and he's instantly sitting up, rubbing his eyes, asking where you're going

Bilbo

Mornings

Another early riser, very consistent with his routine

He makes sure to give you a forehead kiss before trudging off to the kitchen and making his everyday breakfast, always leaving a plate out for you to grab when you wake

Everything is always being neatly arranged, down to the placement of the eggs on the plate

He sometimes acts frustrated when you disrupt his routine, like pulling him back into the covers for another ten minutes, but he never denies it

He goes through the plans for the day over breakfast with you, asking what you would like to do that day, and where he could take you

Or errands that need to be run

Nights

He LOVES the night where he winds down with you

In his little Bag End home, where the smell of tea, muffins, and you fills the rooms, and he feels like he's in the heaven equivalent to hobbits

Think soft candlelight, crackling fire, the soft crumple of a page turning, pipe smoke lingering in the air

And a late-night snack? It's a must, whether it be some shared scones between you two or even a glass of wine, he will never say no

He shares pieces of himself when the world is quiet, and he becomes much more touchy and loving

Flirtatious remarks come out from him, and you find him most nights dragging you to bed a little earlier than usual, for some fun

He likes you tucked under his chin to go to sleep, so he feels protective of you

Aragorn

Mornings

He always wakes before you, mostly before sunrise, but he lingers

Brushing a hand along your cheek, or dragging soft hands across your back, comforting you

He smells of smoke and the woods, even stronger in the morning, and you bask in the scent of him, burying your face into his chest and neck

If he wakes in a playful mood, he brushes his stubble along your neck while cuddling, making you groan at the tickle

He eventually gently encourages you out of bed, sometimes picking you up and making you sit up if you're being particularly stubborn

If he leaves early without you going with him, he gives you a gentle kiss on the nose, a hand squeeze, and a whisper of "I'll return soon, my love."

Nights

He thrives during the night

He becomes a little softer, especially in safe places like tavern rooms, a camp near a town, and his quarters in Rivendell

He likes having you tucked by his side, some nights becoming particularly clingy

Even if it means just having you read next to him while he sharpens his sword

He gives you the side eye when you walk away, becoming fake upset

At night, you two collapse into bed, laughing as you pull him to you for multiple kisses

And he sleeps with at least one hand on you, making sure you're there

Legolas

Mornings

This elf barely sleeps, and he struggles with the boredom when you slumber, and so when you stir in the morning, he is next to you in a moment

You shake your head from his blonde hair draping over your face, making him chuckle and tease you by doing it more

He often offers you a unique food in the morning, like some berries, or some tea, and he tries his best to make it how you mortals do

When you're half asleep and he is hovering over you, you sometimes feel his thumb tracing your lips, and him whispering something in Sindarin that you do not quite understand

And often steals a kiss first thing in the morning from you, before you've even sat up at times

Nights

He prefers to stay awake, but lies with you until you sleep

He likes to carry you to bed like royalty, tucking you in and settling himself beside you

He thinks it's the least he can do if he cannot sleep beside you

He runs his hands through your hair, muttering stories of his past to you, complaining about his father

He loves it when you beg for him to stay with you; his cheeky ass always acts like he's got somewhere to be just to hear you beg for his affection

The elf always stays, of course, guarding you and keeping you warm and safe

Gimli

Mornings

He grumbles like a storm when awoken, and he is definitely not a morning person

Don't expect many words until he's had some tea and food

Once he is fully awake, his laughter is booming between you two, and he is scooping you in his arms, telling you to get ready for the day with him

You help each other get dressed, assisting in brushing his hair and beard, telling him off when he is fidgeting too much

And he ABSOLUTELY cannot be happy until he knows you've had your first meal of the day, telling you how important it is for you to stay well fed and loved, which he does very well

Nights

He is bold and loud at night

His confidence is addictive, and you both always find yourself in booming laughter over his stories and jokes

You lie on his chest that vibrates with every chuckle, feeling like a kind of lullaby to you, rocking you to sleep

He keeps a gentle hand on your thigh, rubbing your leg ever so often while he smokes and reads his book

You eventually drift off to the smell of rock and smoke from him, and he notices your soft snores as he puts his book down and gently lays you both in a comfortable position for sleep

Boromir

Mornings

His duties make mornings with him quite difficult

When you open your eyes, chances are he is already half-dressed in his commander's clothes, dreading having to leave the warmth of your arms to go command his men

He softens when he sees you reach out, a sad look on your face, and the stern soldier is replaced by a man simply in love

He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your head, to your cheek, to your bare shoulder, purple bruises littering it from the night before

"I'm sorry, my love, I did not mean to wake you."

His voice brings a heavy comfort in the morning, and you are reminded that he will return, as he always does

Nights

He brings the weight of the day back home with him, and he seeks you to comfort him

He pulls you close until there is no space between you, face tucked into your shoulder and breathing in your scent to ground himself again

He stays like that most of the night, not letting you wander too far from his curious hands

His hands are calloused and worn, but they have a gentle touch for you, making you feel safe and protected during the night

He goes to sleep, mumbling about his love for home, his father, his brother, and the hope for peace one day amongst men

He falls asleep with his hot breath against your neck, with you holding his strong body, exhausted from the day

Arwen

Mornings

The very picture of grace in the morning

She does not sleep either, but she wakes you with gentle tenderness, a gentle light across your face and a soft hand along your skin

Her fingers ghost over your jaw, mapping your face, massaging the shell of your ears as you stir from her touch

And she lets out a soft laughter when you catch her hand to try and pull her to bed

You two remain in bed for a while, her giving you sweet kisses and love under the sheets if you accept it

And she talks to you like you're still in a dream, and you have to remind yourself half the time that you are not

Nights

Her room is a soft beacon of golden light

Nights are filled with her hums of Elvish songs and her hands in your hair, fiddling, braiding, or simply watching how her fingers intertwine with it

She likes to pamper you, giving you royalty treatment with her gentle hands and mouth, tracing along your body like your glass

She is quiet but grounded, allowing you two to bask in each other, enjoying the quiet, intimate time

You fall asleep with your hands intertwined, and she lingers all night, listening for any sign of distress during your sleep

Faramir

Mornings

He is thoughtful and gentle, and hates to wake you when he wakes first

You usually catch him already awake, reading at the nearby window, studying lore

He greets with a kiss to the temple and a hand on your waist, laughing at your half-asleep state and adjusting your messy hair

He likes it when you wake before he has to leave

It allows him to enjoy the soft, quiet mornings with you

Sometimes you two get back into bed to snuggle

Or he takes you for a short wander as the sun rises, and you watch from a high point in Gondor

He dreads when duty pulls him away

Nights

He arrives back in the candlelight, still clad in armour, but his smile is bright when he sees you

You help him remove the garments, noting any new scars or bruises that did not exist the night before

You kiss them gently while Faramir chuckles at your sweetness

He does the same to you, helping you out of your day clothes with slightly nervous hands, as he always does when you undress in front of him

You go to bed early, enjoying quiet intimacy, his forehead placed against yours as you run your hands over each other

You fall asleep to the feeling of him tracing your back

Eomer

Mornings

He bursts into the day full of energy

At times, a kiss is pressed to your lips before you've even got the chance to open your eyes

He is up when the sun is up, and he is always in a rush to get the day started

A relentless tease, however, towards you, saying that you are way too slow to rise

He tries to convince you to join him for training in the morning, explaining that it's a good way to wake yourself up

And LOVES the rare times that you say yes

Nights

All his energy fades, and he becomes something deeper, quieter

He finds himself attached to your side, talking quietly, wanting to stay in your line of sight

You both lie in bed above the sheets, talking about your days while he traces your jaw gently, having small make-outs every few minutes

He lets his guard down at night with you, and at times you find yourself in deeper conversations, which seem to become more real the later at night it gets

But you remain holding each other through it all, stealing kisses every so often

He loves kissing your throat and chest area, letting himself lean there when he eventually goes to sleep

Eowyn

Mornings

You tend to find her already gone when you wake

She is full of radiant determination, and so she trains early, much earlier than you wake

But you always wander down to her training grounds and find her, and she runs over to greet you with a loving good morning, with a bright smile every time

She comes back with you when you've come down, wanting to spend time with you during the quiet hours before everyone else wakes

You both make food together, teasing in the kitchen while letting out flirty compliments

Nights

She remains fierce, but the armour is removed

But she is softer for you, becoming loving during the late hours and having you close to her

You two tend to go for late walks together, hands interlocked and admiring the quietness of the city at night

But it does not take long until you're both at her quarters, both yawning and tired, pawing at each other's clothes to remove them before collapsing in bed together

When she touches and kisses you, it is slow, deliberate in every action, with a hint of desperate desire and hunger

She sleeps close to you, hand draped over your chest or waist, never allowing anything to take you away