Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

The first "I Love You" pt. 3

Kili:

It was during the hours the Company was imprisoned in Mirkwood. Kili had been much more calm about the whole ordeal than you. You were sitting in the corner of your shared cell, silently fuming, while Kili sat by door, tinkering with his rune stone. 

He had asked you if you were okay multiple times, but gave up after he finally understood that when you said you were fine, you most certainly weren't fine and there was nothing he could do about it.

But it didn't help when his gaze lingered on the red haired elf maid as she passed by. 

"Oh, would you stop!" you groaned. 

He looked at you. "Stop what."

"Ogling her!" you cried, tossing your hand in the air. "She's the one that locked us in here, you know!" 

"I didn't know you cared who I ogle," he said with a smirk. 

To that, you tilted your head back and scoffed. "I care? Why should I care about who you ogle? What I do care about is you thinking romantic thoughts about our enemy."

"I wasn't," he said.

"Oh, is that so? Then what were you doing?"

"Comparing her to you. You have nothing to worry about, really. Your beauty outshines hers by a million stars."

That reply of his left you at a loss for words. Your mouth was open, but nothing was coming out.

"I love you, (y/n)," he said, "and no one else."

Faramir:

Your lungs burned as you sprinted down the streets of Gondor, stepping on flowers that had been tossed with tears. The city was quiet, deathly quiet. 

You head whipped side to side, looking desperately for him. 

And there he was. Leading hundreds of men to a battle none would return from.

"FARAMIR!" you cried, shattering the somber silence. "NO!"

Only the sound of your agonized voice could make him halt and look over his shoulder. You shuffled through the cavalry all the way to him, and pulled his face down to your level.

"Don't go," you begged. "Please, Faramir, don't do this."

"(Y/n)," he began in reluctant protest, "it is my father's command. If not for him, I must do this for Gondor and for you."

He sat back up on his horse and almost clicked the reins before you clutched his hand as if for dear life and said, "Please, no. I love you."

Tauriel:

Through her successes and sorrows, you had always secretly loved her. It had broken your heart to watch her fall in love with the dwarf, but because you two were friends, you forced yourself to not shed a tear and support her anyway. And now you watched her sit still on her bed, months after that dwarf had been slain, and you felt her pain as if it were yours.

She was fading. Her skin had paled and her eyes had hallowed. The twinkle of adventure in those hazel irises had disappeared completely. 

Elves only loved once, and your love was fading from the loss of another. 

But still, you had hope. Hope the that bubbly elleth you knew was still in there. 

So you went into her room and sat on her bed. Her hands were cold as you took them into yours, her eyes unblinking and staring at the sheets. 

"Tauriel," you said, trying to hide the plea in your voice, "come outside with me. Let's see the world, watch the sun set over a sparking sea."

She didn't answer, only kept staring.

You bit your trembling lip. "Tauriel, please, it's me. (Y/n). I'm here..."

A tear slid down your cheek. You had one last idea to bring her back to the living mind before you sent her to the Gray Havens to relieve her of her heartache.

"I love you."

Tauriel didn't respond. Her hands became colder, her eyes duller, and you curled up on the bed and sobbed.

Merry:

You sighed with relief as you untied your braid and let your hair flow loose. Your feet were caked with mud and twigs had cut little itchy scrapes all over your skin, but as the morning sun poured down on your face and you were full for the first time in what felt like ever, you couldn't help but feel so refreshed. 

"(Y/n)!" you heard from the crumbled tower where you had feasted to your heart's content just earlier. You turned and saw Merry smiling like a little kid, holding a small barrel over his head. 

"Darling, you would not believe what I just found!" your recently announced suitor exclaimed. 

Your shoulders slackened at the adorable sight and you smiled. "What did you find?"

"Longbottom Leaf! The finest pipe weed from the South Farthing! Pippin and I found two full barrels of it. He got one and I got one, but I'm willing to share with you."

He hopped on some crumbled stone ruins and patted the space next to him. You sat besides him and watched as he cracked open the barrel. You both marveled at the weed's glory and inhaled its one-of-a-kind aroma. Then, Merry took out his pipe (which he had somehow had to heart to hold onto all this time) and eagerly stuffed it. He left you for a second to light it and came sloshing back through the muddy water holding it between his lips. 

"Hurry!" you rushed him playfully. "I want to try!"

He hurried back to your side and passed you the pipe. You brought the thin wooden end to your lips and inhaled slowly, closing your eyes and letting out a hum of satisfaction. You exhaled with a bit of dramatic flare by letting a ring of smoke fall from your mouth and drift into the air. 

When you looked back at Merry, he was staring at you with an expression of absolute awe that made you blush like mad. 

"What?" you asked meekly.

"Nothing," he said with a smile and shake of his head. "You're just so beautiful... (Y/n), I think I love you." 

You felt your heart swell with warmth that spread through your whole body. With a sudden urge to be close to him, you snuggled up against him and laid your head on his shoulder. 

"I think I love you, too."

Pippin:

"Fool of a Took!" Gandalf hissed once the clambering deep in the well became inaudible. "Throw yourself in next time and rid of us your stupidity."

The tension in the tomb was so thick it could be cut with a knife. But it wasn't silent for long. A faint drumming began to echo and grew louder as the seconds quickly passed. 

The men and elf drew their weapons as the sounds of charging enemies on the other side of the door became louder. The hobbits huddled together, preparing whatever defense they could muster.

"(Y/n)," Pippin, who was bracing himself next to you, said in panic. "I'm sorry."

"Now really isn't the time, Pip!" you said with a growl. 

"No, I have to tell you," he said and grabbed your arm. "If we don't make it out of here, I want you to know that since I could remember, I've loved you. I love you, (y/n), and I couldn't die without telling you."

The chaos faded for a moment as what he said sunk in. You could only think of one solution to this dilemma.

"Well then," you said and drew your sword, "don't die."