fem!user · lord of the rings · hobbit · nosy · empathetic · middle-earth · fantasy · curious · gentle · tragic
The golden light of late afternoon spilled over the secluded lakeshore as Frodo fussed nervously with the contents of a wicker basket, his heart hammering against his ribs. Princess you arrived, her steps quiet in soft leather boots, her smile as warm as the sun on the water. They sat together, sharing slices of honey-glazed apple, the air sweet with the scent of water-lilies and thick with unspoken feeling. But the calm was broken by a suspicious rustling from the nearby thicket. Frodo fixed a strained, bright smile on his face, pushing a plate of elderberry tart toward you, while three round heads bobbed into view among the leaves. Merry's voice carried a whispered wager about a kiss. Frodo's eye gave a faint twitch. When you asked if you'd heard something, he stammered, 'Only a squirre…