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Hot take: Sam was a bigger hero than Frodo. Frodo bore the burden, but Sam kept him strong enough.
How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. —The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)
I love this so much! I have always loved aviation and the thought of The Company going to the airport is just golden.
Gimli being terrified of flying, but not being able to let the elf show him up 😂
Sam wanting to bring Bill the Pony on the plane 😂
Haldir just absolutely done with his job and ready to quit 😂
Boromir blowing his horn in an airport full of people, and being surprised when it gets them into more trouble 😂
Thank you for blessing the world with this fic.
The Fellowship Takes Flight
This piece was inspired by this thread and was written for @laneynoir
Gandalf has fallen, leaving the fellowship with his last cryptic warning, “Fly you fools!” Aragorn, being the pragmatic leader that he is, books them all tickets from Lothlorien to Mordor, with a layover in Gondor. Everything is going fine, until they reach customs… Elves really are sticklers for rules.
Haldir groaned when he saw the group headed toward him. He had worked security in the Lothlorien airport for hundreds of years, but it was usually elves and the occasional wizard who flew out. Dwarves were only allowed in the boundaries of Lorien with explicit permission from the queen, Galadriel, and most men and dwarves believed the entire area cursed, and the planes unsafe. Because of this, the flights were usually filled with elves, all of which were very kind and respectful. Not so with this group. He squinted in their direction, picking out each individual. There seemed to be one elf among the group, though judging from the hairstyle and youthful face he was a younger elf from Mirkwood. Attached to the young elf at the hip was a robust red-haired dwarf. Next were two men. One of them he recognized, the queens’ soon to be grandson-in-law Aragorn, but the other was not known to him. Last, an assortment of hobbits followed all chattering amongst themselves. All except one who was fidgeting with some sort of necklace chain. Haldir sighed as they approached security and rubbed his forehead. He had a feeling this was going to be a long afternoon.
It wasn’t that Legolas didn’t believe in safety. He did, he really believed that everyone had the right to be safe, but he also believed that waiting behind Aragorn for four hours and thirty three minutes (He had been keeping track) because he couldn’t find his last knife was ridiculous. The elves of Mirkwood were never so picky as to force someone to give up all their weapons, but the elves of Lothlorien had other rules.
“I found it!” Legolas sighed as Aragorn puled yet another knife out of his pockets and placed it in the growing stack of knifes, daggers, and other small weapons.
“Please put your hands up and walk through the metal detector… again.” The elf said, turning away from the card game he had struck up with Sam and Pippin. Aragorn walked through the metal detector and… Wonder of wonders! No squeal! No alarm! Not even a beep from the metal detector. Legolas sighed in relief, hoping up from where he was sitting. Gimli, who had been asleep with his head in Legolas’ lap sta straight up with a low growl at the disturbance.
“Why the hell are you moving loser? Aragorn is never going to run out of knives,” the dwarf grumbled.
“He did run out!” Legolas did a happy little dance, “He finally ran out of knives! We can all go through the metal detector now!”
Gimli grunted and got up off the floor. The rest of the fellowship cued up behind him, their weapons all placed neatly in a seperate pile from Aragorn’s.
Everyone filed through the metal detector one after the other, staring with Gimli. Everything was fine, up until Frodo, who was last in line, stepped through the detector. For one second, the alarm blared, and then, the metal detector burst into flames. The elf in charge simply groaned and waved Frodo through.
“When my shift ends, I’m turning in my resignation.” Sam turned toward the broad elf.
“We’re awful sorry Mr. Haldir sir, we don’t mean to be so much trouble.” The elf gave the kind hobbit a smile and patted his shoulder.
“Don’t worry master Samwise. I know you mean well…”
Legolas didn’t hear the rest of the conversation because at that very moment he saw a bird, a lovely bird like those from his homeland, stuck in the dreadful building. Without a word to anyone, he slipped off to catch it and release it outside. After all, he’d be back before anyone even noticed.
It wasn’t that Gimli was afraid of flying per se. He was a dwarf of the line of Durin after all, one of Dain’s trusted folk. It would not look good if he was afraid to fly. He simply would sooner walk then ride upon a machine so great. He had said as much to most of the company before hand, but no one had listened to him. So now he was resolutely tromping through the airport, determined to ride the plane with just as much bravery as anyone else. That is, until he realized the handsome elf prince was missing. It wasn’t a big problem, he was sure that the rest of the fellowship would notice soon enough, but Gimli wasn’t about to let the elfling upstart miss the flight without him. Quietly, he started heading away from the rest of the group, until he could barely see Aragorns head above the crowd.
“We have two seats left on a direct flight to Mordor, but if you want to all be on the same flight I would recommend waiting for the next flight to Gondor and make your connection there.”
Aragorn sighed and rubbed his temples as he listened to the flight attendant at the gate. They had missed their flight because of him and now he had four very whiny, very hungry hobbits on his hands. The only one not whining was Sam, because he was busy arguing with a flight attendant about the guidelines for an emotional support animal.
Gimli and Legolas had wandered off, hopefully to find food, and so the only other person around was Boromir.
“What do you think Boromir?” Aragorn asked wearily.
Boromir glanced up from rubix cube he was messing with.
“I think we all ought to go to Minas Tirith before trying to make it to Mordor,” Boromir said thoughtfully, “My father will make sure we are well equipped, and we can also add more soldiers to our numbers.”
Aragorn nodded and turned back to the flight attendant.
“We will wait for the next flight to Gondor. Thank you for your patience.” He turned back to Boromir, “Let’s make sure everyone goes to the bathroom before we leave, and let’s get the hobbit’s something to eat.”
Boromir nodded.
“I’ll take Merry and Pippin, and you can take Frodo and Sam,” he said simply, moving pff to collect his self assigned charges, “And keep and eye out for the elf and the dwarf!”
Sam realized as sson as he followed Aragorn into the bathroom that Frodo wasn’t behind him anymore. Instantly he turned around and exited throught he door he had just entered. When he got out he saw Frodo walking quickly back toward the terminals… Specifically toward the terminal of the plane headed for Mordor. In an instant Sam knew what Frodo was planning. He glanced back at Bill the Pony briefly before deciding that his master was more important and taking off after Frodo at a run.
“Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo!” he yelled out. Frodo turned around.
“I am going to Mordor alone on this flight Sam.” He said
Same finally caught up and grabbed Frodo’s hand.
“Of course you are Mr. Frodo, and I’m coming with you.” He said the words with finality, and started walking toward the terminal with Frodo in tow.
Aragorn groaned when he came out of the bathroom and saw neither Same nor Frodo. He had some idea of where they had gone, and thought it was a terrible idea. But before he could do anything about it, he heard Boromir’s horn blow three times. He sighed and headed in the direction of the noise.
When he found Boromir he found the heir of the stewardship of Gondor sitting in a chair crying, with his horn broken. Beside him was a very perturbed looking security officer.
“He blew his horn sir, because he was upset with us for taking the two…” he gestured just above his waist, “Halflings for questioning. The luggage security found large amounts of illicit substances in their luggage. After your friend here blew his horn, an over-zealous security guard jumped on him, breaking the horn.”
Aragorn nodded and walked over to Boromir.
“I am responsible for the destruction of the horn of Gondor! I must travel back to Rivendell and ask master Elrond to repair it.” Boromir turned haunted eyes up at Aragorn, “Do not try to dissuade me. I must restore this for the sake of our kingdom.”
Aragron nodded and the big man rose and head back toward the entrance.
When he was almost out of sight he turned around and placed his hand to his chest. Aragorn faintly heard the shouted words, “My captain, my King.”
Just then, Legolas and Gimli walked up and he filled them both in on what had happened. How the young hobbits had been taken for questioning, how he believed Sam and Frodo had snuck off and headed to Mordor alone, and how Boromir had left the company to restore his honor.
“All I do today seems to go amiss.” Aragron sighed deeply.
Legolas placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“Not all you do mellon. You can still make the next right choice.”
“And that choice,” Gimli said firmly, “Is to go find our hobbits.”
♡ ~ HOBBIT TRAUMAS (AND HOW YOU TAKE CARE OF THEM) ~ ♡ (4 Hobbits X Reader Preference)
a/n: No one would escape an adventure like the Fellowship had unscathed, especially not if you were an innocent, good-hearted, fun-loving hobbit.
My take on the traumas the 4 hobbits would have after the adventure, and how you, reader, help them deal with that.
P.S. -This is my first-ever writing post in Tumblr... and also my first-ever posted fanfic-type-thing! It's just a bunch of headcanons right now - maybe I'll take one of the ideas and turn it into a drabble or something later. Feedback is the best thing ever, and I would love to get any that anybody has!
P.P.S. - Shoutout to @wordbunch, who's LOTR writings I absolutely adore, and whose post formatting I basically used as a cheat sheet, because I'm a totally clueless newbie. So thank you! I hope that wasn't out of line for me to borrow 😕
Frodo
Sometimes he can still feel the crushing weight of the ring pulling on his neck or weighing on his chest, and you catch him absentmindedly rubbing one of these spots
So you, you special person, find some excuse to give him a neck rub or a back rub
Because you absolutely cannot stand seeing him trying to hide his discomfort like this
You know openly calling him out on it will just remind him of all that happened to him, so you have become a Master of Subtlety and Distraction
Whenever you catch him staring into the distance, you know it is Time to Remove Frodo From His Own Head
So
Distractions ensue
Namely:
Surprise hugs
Randomly launching into stories or rants that you know he won't be able to help listening to
(Because the sound of your voice is not-so-secretly one of his favorite things and he will listen forever)
Offering to read to him (we all know this is Book Boy, so what better than having his favorite tales read aloud by you?? His favorite narrator??)
You make him cups of tea as he writes his book
When he sees you smiling in the doorway with a mug in one hand and the scent of his favorite leafy brew drifting out of it, it just makes his day because…well, you.
You just think of him too much and he can't handle it lol
Sam
Never
Ever
Ever
Try to put this poor boy around spiders
Ever
(yes I love this HC, idk who came up with it and I can’t remember where I saw it but it’s basically canon in my bran now)
He cannot stand them, not even in the garden anymore. You can see how he stiffens and twitches every time one of those ugly eight-leggers scuttles across his path and instantly know how much restraint he's using not to kill it on the spot.
Spider in the house? It's all you, Y/N
You know he would try to face it down for you and you alone
But you can't stand seeing him go all cold and shaky at a little garden spider
So you often remove them before he can even notice because peace in the house is a nice thing to have
He also has alarming levels of self-doubt sometimes because of how he thinks he's misjudged things in the past
But luckily for him, he has you
You are there to support him and are always advocating that he is strong and makes solidly good choices
And you know what? You are his world, so he believes your every word.
He drinks those affirmations up like there is no tomorrow
And you are happy to continue on as his supplier till the end of days
Merry
Personal HC that when his arm is burned after stabbing the Witch-King, he gets phantom pains not dissimilar to Frodo's
It's almost like nerve damage - he'll be fine one minute and drop whatever he was holding the next, or his hand will start twitching in weird and sometimes disturbing (to him) ways
This is Mr. "Nothing-Bothers-Me-And-I'm-Fine", so naturally, it bothers him quite a bit that one of his appendages refuses to follow orders on a regular basis
It's something that he tries to hide from you - pretends it's not there, BARELY jokes about it.
If Merry Brandybuck ain't joking about it, you aren't either.
Sometimes you hear villagers mentioning it in hushed whispers, and you (badass) shut them up before a single one makes it back to Merry
Because you know that's what he'd do for you, so you absolutely do it for him.
And you know he secretly appreciates that you don't fuss over it, because he doesn't want to feel different or incapable. It helps, for him, that you treat him like just the same person he was before (because he is duh) and nothing has changed and he doesn't want or need to be coddled.
Not saying you do, but you might sometimes give this particular arm a little extra love and affection. Massaging his hand, tracing circles on his wrist, and just letting him know how dead cool you think his scar is.
Because, really…how many people have changed the fate of Middle Earth and have something to prove it?
Your Merry does, that's who. And you'll never let him forget how amazing and brave he is.
Pippin
Pippin is constantly awake in the dead of night
Because he's haunted by wild nightmares
And you're the first and probably one of the only people he would turn to for comfort
So guess what? You're up too, holding him close to you in the dead of night while he tries to calm down
Sometimes he tells you what the night mare was, sometimes he keeps silent and just wants to lay next to you. You know he'll tell you in his own time if it's right to.
This little hobbit is such an empath, he really took to heart EVERYTHING that happened on his journey
And he thinks that way too many things were exclusively his fault
Gandalf's death? His fault.
Merry getting hurt (because he got them separated and wasn't there)? His fault.
Boromir's death (because he didn't know how to fight)? His fault.
Again, you know better than to push, but you know the content of a lot of his nightmares revolves around his contributions being insignificant, his actions causing people's injury (or death), and how badly things could have played out because of him. It worries you, how much brainspace he gives to these things.
So you keep him close to you. I mean that both literally and figuratively. He's not shy about taking the physical comfort he needs (honestly I don't think he's aware of the concept of personal space), but he gets tripped up trying to talk about his own feelings
So you just give him his space, all the time he needs, and bottomless snuggles
Because contrary to what he thinks, a lot of things went right because of him, and you can't tell him enough how much he means to everyone (and you. most importantly, definitely you.)
Thank you for reading, if you made it down this far! I hope to post some actual writing soon, if I can find the time to sit down and put my Writer's Cap on. I am considering opening requests! At this point I don't know who will see this r how it's going to do, so we'll see how things work out :)
Ok
I have another question
Why people from every purely platonic like brotherly/siblings/ sisterly/best friends relationship tries to make romantic relationship?
I mean
Why can’t Frodo and Sam be just best buddies/brothers
Same about Bilbo and Thorin?
(I mean in general but those two relationships I see quite often)
Oh there is also Johnlock.
( somehow it’s almost always relationship between two man, why?)
It’s not like I’m against everyone who ships them but like… every single fanart/fanfic/etc I see about those guys is them being in love with each other. And I need more of them being having just platonic relationship. L
Can someone explain this to me? Because right now I don’t understand people. What’s wrong with just being friends or treating each other as siblings?
Please don’t hate me because of this post. Those are simply my thoughts that I kinda want answers for.
We ALL have that one background character with no sense of dialogue or personality that is loved now. Being held like a burger even. For me it's Thistleheart 💔
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Yes because that’s exactly how Sam would react. Frodo’s slanders be careful
Sam: Merry, you can’t get everyone to like you. You’re not Frodo.
Merry: Not everyone likes Frodo either
Sam:
Merry:
Sam: I want names. Give me names.