Can I Just Say..... Frodo Baggins Is A VERY Underrated Character And He Definitely Deserves More Credit

Can I just say..... Frodo Baggins is a VERY underrated character and he definitely deserves more credit 🥺🥺🥺.

Love your writings🤍 Would love a Frodo imagine where he has always loved Y/N. Y/N has had hardships too (not on Frodo’s level, but def still some trauma). He comes back to the Shire from healing & expresses his love for Y/N, Y/N do too. Then a proposal/wedding/wedding night (if seggsy details are permitted)?🥹

Hi :)! Thank you for requesting & thank you for being the first one to request! I hope that you like this imagine. if not, i can totally redo it if you want me to :)! PS: i'll try and add a little bit of segc moments but i won't overdo it. Lemme know if you want that to change!

Title: For All Eternity

It's been nearly eight years since Frodo left for the Undying Lands with Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel, and Gandalf. He'd promised that he would come back, but I didn't know when. I'd spent countless days looking through the windows of Bag End (which he gave to me before he left) waiting for him to return. I spent countless nights crying because I knew that it would be years before he returned. His side of the bed that he used to sleep in when we were still dating, felt cold and empty.

I missed him desperately. It wasn't obvious. Even Sam had done everything he could to distract me from the man I loved. Merry and Pippin had done their best.

I sighed, staring up at the ceiling of the bedroom that Frodo and I once shared. I did not want to get out of bed. My thoughts kept straying towards Frodo and all the difficulties we'd gone through together. But obviously, his hurts were deeper than mine. I only had to witness what my beloved Hobbit was going through. I didn't go through what he went through. And I could tell that he was going through hell during our long, dangerous trek to Mordor.

The sound of someone knocking on the door brought me to my senses. At first, I ignored it, thinking that it was Sam coming to try and get me to be motivated during the day. Or maybe it was Merry and Pippin. They were always trying to find some way to drag me out of bed and do outdoorsy things with them. Of course I had to go with them, though reluctantly. I'd rather stay in bed all day and do nothing.

But when the knock sounded again, I groaned, grumbling to myself. I rolled out of bed and slumped towards the door. I reluctantly opened it. The first thing I saw first, obviously, was a pair of large, hairy feet. My eyes travelled to the rest of his body and finally, his face.

My eyes went wide when I saw that it was my beloved Hobbit standing in front of me. I shrieked with joy before jumping into his arms for a hug, sobbing with relief. Frodo responded and wrapped his arms safely and securely around my waist. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I missed this feeling. I missed the feeling of him being close to me. I missed hugging him whenever I got the chance.

"God, you have no idea how much I've missed you!" I breathed though excitedly, as I broke from the hug. "I thought that you'd never come back!"

"I'll always come back for you, y/n," Frodo reassured.

I examined his face. The color of his eyes were still the same. But this time, they were no longer filled with pain, sorrow, or regret. They only glowed with love. He looked healthier than he had been in years. He smiled for the first time since he left for the Valinor. Still holding his hands in mine, he got to his knees, and spoke.

"Y/n? Ever since before my adventure, and during my adventure, I'd always loved you. Even though you weren't officially there, you were the reason why I kept going. I always have. And I musk ask: Will you marry me?"

As he was speaking he pulled out something from his back pocket. And I realized that it was a ring.

"YES!" I squealed excitedly. I threw my arms around his neck and jumped into his arms, almost knocking him backwards. I cried happy tears. Once I'd calmed down a little bit, he took the ring from its place and gently slid it onto my finger.

He scooped me in his arms, kissing me fiercely. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. The kiss was full of need, passion, and love. We began to plan the wedding right away.

Several months after Frodo had proposed to me, it was finally the day of our wedding. We'd invited nearly everyone in the Shire (except for the Sackville-Bagginses, who'd always wanted Bag End). Even some members of the Fellowship came to celebrate with us! Unfortunately, Aragorn or Arwen couldn't make it, as they were expecting their third child any time soon, and Aragorn was incredibly busy ruling Gondor and the rest of Middle-Earth.

That day was lovely. Frodo and I said our vows to each other, promising that we would take care of each other during our difficult days. I looked him firmly in the eyes as I said my vows to him. I was scared on the inside, but I knew that my vows were what I wanted to say.

"You may kiss the bride!" the Minister said.

Our lips touched and the entire crowd cheered.

That night, we settled into Bag End. We'd finally be sharing that home together. Once we set foot on the threshold of Bag End, Frodo immediately scooped me up in his arms, carrying me bridal-style to the bedroom we'd share together for the rest of our lives.

Once we got changed into some different clothing, I immediately grabbed Frodo by the neck, and shoved him gently down onto the bed roughly, causing him to chuckle. I began to kiss him. His lips were soft and pillowy, and tasted slightly of the ale that we had drunk during the feast. The kiss felt cautious and tentative. But gradually, it began to get rough and full of need, and he flipped the both of us over so that he was on top, and I was on the bottom.

His hands slipped underneath the hem of my shirt. His cold hands felt nice against my skin. I gasped lightly and arched my back a little bit. I then began to fumble at the buttons of his shirt with shaking hands, exposing his bare chest. My eyes examined the scars that were left on his body since the quest.

Frodo noticed my stares, and immediately became insecure. He tried to hide his scars by wrapping his shirt around himself, but I only stopped him, pulling his hands away.

"Don't," I whispered, forcing his hands away from his shirt. "You don't have to be embarrassed about your scars, love. It means that you've survived. It means that you're strong."

Frodo blushed at my comment, and bent down, as to kiss me. He kissed me ferociously, causing me to moan slightly. I made sure to kiss each of his scars, letting him know that I was there for him, and that his hard days were over.

Frodo gave me a look of adoration. Tears of relief came to his eyes and he bent down to kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

I reached over to grab the candle snuffer. Frodo began to pull the covers over us. I snuffed out the candles and Frodo pulled the covers completely over our heads.

***So sorry if the ending was crappy! Lemme know if you want me to redo it!***

***Update: I hope that this is a bit more of what you hoped for, anonymous! Thanks again for requesting!***

The story you wrote is PERFECT😍 thank you!!! You are literally such an amazing writer. It’s perfect as-is but I just want more😩 Could you add some more to it?🙏🏻

To which part?

Ha - I was just being obnoxious in my request. Love what you added to the ending! Thank you again, you are so talented. It’s nice to be able to disappear from life a bit while reading your writings and be transported to another world.

P.S. meant to say before the pics you added are perfection; exactly the right look🤍

Aw, thank you! I wanted to choose something simple but elegant for the wedding dress & hair 😍😍😍

Yes, I mean when Frodo comes back from the Undying Lands ty🥹❤️

Awesome! I'll get that up sometime this week! Looking forward to writing it 😍!

Newt Has A Nightmare And Y/n Is the Only One Who Can Calm Him Down

*WARNING: Mentions of attempted su/c/de and depression!*

Y/n awoke to someone thrashing around next to her on the bed. She could hear him whimpering and crying out. Y/n knew who it was. She had heard him whimpering and crying out many times.

She turned on her side, and her heart jolted painfully as she noticed her best friend, Newt, thrashing around, his arms flailing in the air. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. Y/n's heart clenched painfully at the sight of her best friend having his frequent nightmares. No doubt they were about the day he fell. You were there for that. And God, he had no idea how terrified you were for him!

"Newt," you whispered frantically, grabbing onto one of his flailing arms. He accidentally smacked your chest with his arm, and you manage to grab onto him, keeping him still. "Shh. It's okay, love. You're not in the Maze. You're in the Glade. You're asleep." You continue to speak sweet nothings in his ear until he gradually calms down, though his breathing is still fast and shallow. He slowly opens his eyes to reveal glossed-over irises. He sniffled, and more tears began to stream down his cheeks once again.

You curl your index finger and gently stroke his tear-stained cheeks. With your other hand, you cradle the back of Newt's neck gently. You can see that he is beginning to calm down, but his eyes still held a haunted expression on his face.

"Shh," you whisper again. You pull him up by the arm and hug him to you, his body pressing against yours. He wraps his arms around your torso tightly, refusing to let go. You hum a little tune that you somehow managed to remember while running your fingers gently through his hair, feeling the soft caramel-golden locks through your fingertips. And it didn't take long for him to relax again, burying his face in your chest, curling up against your boy. You chuckled softly to yourself, realizing just how adorable he was. You feel arms wrap tightly around your torso, much more tightly than before. And you knew that you would never let go of this boy, no matter what happened.