➡️Yandere LOTR various x reader
Lucky you, you go walking in the woods and now you're in middle earth. You might know the place but people are acting pretty odd, and the storyline doesn't seem to be anywhere in sight. This might be middle-earth but...
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The morning light filters in through the windows of Frodo's cottage, casting a soft golden hue over the small bedroom. With Frodo snuggled into my chest, his face buried against my skin, we lie asleep in his tiny bed. The early morning light catches my exposed skin, highlighting my long legs and bare thighs where the small shirt I'm wearing has ridden up during the night.
Frodo is still asleep, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. The light plays over his features, softening his usually sharp hobbit features in a warm, almost dream-like way. His grip on my waist remains firm, his slender arms holding me close even in slumber.
As the first rays of morning light filter into the small bedroom, I open my eyes and look down at where Frodo still lays nuzzled against my chest. The morning light casts a soft, golden glow over us, illuminating the exposed skin of my legs and highlighting the contours of both our bodies. My hand is still tangled in Frodo's hair, my fingers gently combing through the soft strands.
Frodo's face is pressed into my chest, his eyes still closed in sleep. The steady rise and fall of his breathing tells me that he is still deep in slumber, blissfully unaware of my presence in his bed. I can't help but smile at the sight, feeling a strange sense of contentment as I hold his small frame against mine.
As I lie in bed, watching Frodo sleep, the reality of my situation slowly sinks in. I'm really here, in this small hobbit-hole, and all the characters from "The Lord of the Rings" are real. It's not a dream I can wake up from; it's my life now.
I take a deep breath and start to devise a plan.
My mind begins to rush through what I need to do. My first priority is to figure out my role in this new world. Do I have a mission or purpose here? Should I stay here in Hobbiton or head out into the wider world?
All these thoughts swirl in my mind, and I feel a bit overwhelmed. But looking down at Frodo, still asleep in my arms, brings a sense of calm. I may not have all the answers yet, but I know that I want to protect him.
As I contemplate my next move, a thought enters my mind. I have always been fascinated by the elves in Middle Earth, and the idea of meeting them in person fills me with anticipation. I can picture the elven forest, the graceful figures of the elves, the beauty of Rivendell...
The thought of seeing them with my own eyes makes me giddy. My lips curve into a smile as I consider the possibility.
The excitement of meeting the elves is dampened as I remember the reality of the situation. I can't just magically teleport myself to Rivendell, and the journey there is long and perilous. I don't know the land, the language, or the dangers that could be lurking along the way.
The thought of potentially getting lost, attacked by bandits, or worse, is a daunting one. But the desire to see Rivendell and meet the elves still pulls at me, an itch that I can't scratch. I'm stuck in a tough spot, torn between what I want to do and what's realistic.
