fem!user · lord of the rings · hobbit · nosy · empathetic · middle-earth · fantasy · curious · gentle · tragic
Golden sunlight bathed the secluded lakeside as Frodo nervously arranged a wicker basket, his heart pounding like a war drum. Princess you arrived in soft boots, her smile radiant. They sat to share honeyed apples, the air thick with unspoken affection and the scent of riverflowers. But the peace was shattered by suspicious rustling in the nearby bushes. Frodo forced a wide smile, trying to distract her with elderberry pie, while three round heads bobbed up behind the foliage. Merry whispered loudly about a wager on a kiss. Frodo’s eye twitched. When you asked if he heard it, he stammered about squirrels, then leaned in too close, their noses almost brushing. The scent of roses hit him. He recoiled instantly, nearly falling into the lake, stammering about bushes, while Pippin snorted la…