13 Works by InkedMoth
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“You’re a shepherd, you know stress can cause them to lose the lamb,” Beorn said frankly, “you won’t find any pasture safer than this for them to lamb in.”
Despite the fact he’d said it plainly, Fray’s brows rose in surprise.
It sounded to her, like this man was willing to let her flock –and by extension, herself– remain within his lands while the ewes had their lambs, and while those lambs gained weight. But she could end up being here for months. At least another week needed to pass before the ewes would start giving birth, and then almost four more months for the lambs to gain enough weight to make the return journey north.
“I don’t want to be a problem,” Fray said slowly, “this is your home we’re intruding on.”
“Stay.”*
As a shepherdess, Fray is accustomed to roaming far and wide as she protects her flock from predators, and ensures their timely return to market. So despite finding herself facing down the largest bear she’s ever seen, Fray holds her ground, only to be utterly taken by surprise as that bear turns into… a man?
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“I cannot in good consciousness let you join this voyage,” Caspian stated.
Ashlynn’s heart dropped.
The possibility of reaching Aslan’s Country, of reaching the great lion himself, was slipping through her fingers and with it, went her chance to return home. No matter how wonderful Narnia was she had to get back to England, back to her Nana. But before Ashlynn could so much as consider arguing her case, the next soft words from Caspian banished any thought of protest.
“Because the idea of you being hurt, is more unbearable to me than being parted from you for even a moment.”*
After a long day at work, all Ashlynn wants to do is put her feet up and relax. Unfortunately, someone has plans for her, plans which result in her being dragged into a fantastical world full of talking animals, mythical creatures, and a King who is far too curious of her origins. Out of her depth and feeling more alone than ever, Ashlynn is determined to do everything in her power to make it home to her ailing grandmother, even if that means sailing to the edge of the world…
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Deleted Scenes from the Smutting Room Floor by InkedMoth
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
27 May 2026
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Yes the title is a pun.
Rather than have a dozen or more smut one-shots cluttering up my works, I figured it would be tidier to create a compilation, so I can add and organise them as I go, while using the first chapter as an index. That way, you guys only have to bookmark one place to save the smut for your next binge! Suggestions for additional scenarios welcome!
Chapters will be uploaded monthly, until I run out of buffer, and then it'll be uploaded as and when I complete them.
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“The Fellowship is to set out in December,” Lord Elrond explained, “I require your services as a Messenger to travel with them, until you’ve passed the mountains, or until Gandalf sees fit to release you.”
Panic coiled in Rhosynel’s chest, as two things became apparent. Firstly, that she could easily end up roped into travelling further on the whims of a wizard. And secondly, that if word reached her employer that she point-blank refused Lord Elrond, she’d be kicked from the Messenger services.
In other words, Rhosynel was trapped.*
Working as a messenger Rhosynel is accustomed to travelling the length and breadth of Middle Earth, so carrying a missive to the village of Bree should have been easy. But this simple task sets off a chain of events, entangling her in the lives of strangers and the fate of Middle Earth, which leaves her fighting to keep both them, and herself, alive.
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“There are reports that the Haradrim are marshalling under Sauron’s banner,” Thorongil warned solemnly, “that the great lidless eye is emblazoned upon the corsair’s sails.”
Silence met his words. Heavy, oppressive, gut churning silence. One way or another they’d all suffered by Mordor’s hand, and whether they were fighting orcs or corsairs, it changed nothing.
“We’re with you Captain,” Rhysnaur said. “Come hell or high water.”*
As a shieldmaiden of Rohan, Rhysnaur is no stranger to danger and battle, and was quick to answer Steward Ecthelion’s request for soldiers. With the Corsairs of Umbar threatening Gondor’s coast, she doesn’t hesitation to join Thorongil’s assault against them. But how will she fare, when this raid risks far more than any battle she’s experienced before?
On temporary hiatus.
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“Rhosynel,” he spoke without conscious choice, needing to apologise, needing to right what he’d wronged, needing to fix what he’d broken. “Forgive me, please.”
“There’s nothing to forgive,” she replied sharply. Too quickly. Not meeting his gaze. “Really, its fine. We battled, we survived, it’s a relief. I get it.”
A… Relief? The battle? They’d surviv—oh.
A sinking realisation settled in Boromir’s chest. Rhosynel thought he’d acted from adrenaline, that he’d forced himself on her from relief, as an outlet from the tension of battle. That wasn’t it. He’d not kissed her from some misguided sense of relief. He’d wanted to kiss her, and for a brief moment thought she did to.
Something cracked painfully behind Boromir’s ribcage.*
Boromir's POV of chapter 37. Aka Rhosynel and Boromir's first kiss during the aftermath of Helm's Deep. Contains spoilers for On Swift Wings.
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“I lied,” she blurted, earning an utterly bewildered look from the Lord in the midst of saddling his horse. “There is a room, we, we keep one in reserve for visiting dignitaries.”
A slight lie, since if she knew her Gondorian Lords, Boromir was that dignitary.
For a moment he didn’t move, remaining alongside his large mare, one hand on its mane the other on the leather saddle. But his eyes were very much on her. What must she look like? Shivering, soaked through, stood in the middle of the stables all but begging him not to ride out in the storm.
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For Anon, who requested a one-shot of an innkeeper's daughter unwilling to let Boromir continue through the storm. But oops! There's only one room left... Hers.
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Hunting in the Hills by InkedMoth for Erathene
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
26 Dec 2024
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For the second time in as many minutes, Hathiel was flung.
Thankfully it wasn’t a tree that halted her flight this time, slightly less thankfully was that she’d been flung into Aragorn. There was a yelp and curse from the Ranger as the weight of her body sent the pair crashing to the floor, one of his arms wrapped about her waist, the other shielding her head. Tumbling and skidding across the clearing, there was a grunt as she all but landed atop him.
A victorious bellow came from the troll, leaving them no chance to recover as it surged towards them.
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For Erathene, she requested a one-shot of Aragorn troll hunting with Hathiel a fellow member of the Grey Company!
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How could they mourn so easily? How could they accept Boromir’s death so quickly? Would they accept each other’s death so easily? Would they accept his?
Something twisted and writhed in his stomach, and Legolas panicked.
One moment he was backing away from the horrific scene before him, the next, Legolas turned on his heel and bounded into the forest. Away from the grief. Away from the death. Away from the suffering. Away from the possibility of meeting the same fate as Captain Boromir.
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Request for Anon, the requested Legolas struggling with Boromir's death and being comforted by a snarky (but secretly kind) tenth walker.
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“Hello,” she greeted softly.
The horse’s ears flicked her way, its pacing abruptly turning towards her and approaching eagerly. Its head was almost bigger than her own torso, quickly thrust over the stall door, stretching out towards her with a quiet whicker. Despite how intimidating it was, Lhinniel lifted her hands to pet it, the nose soft and velvety beneath her palm.
“Firefoot likes you.”
A startled noise, half curse half squeak, was pulled from Lhinniel’s throat, as she whirled about to face this intruder. Only to freeze in alarm, blood surging to colour her face and neck.
Éomer King stood scarcely five feet from her.
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A request for Anon, they requested a noble seeking solace from the celebrations in the stables where Éomer finds them!
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Training Sessions Over by InkedMoth for Celeluwhen
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
09 Dec 2024
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The majority of the new recruits were listening to the commanders, and only a smaller group were proving difficult.
A group of five, with a clear ringleader who was speaking to the others, all but ignoring instructions, standing casually at ease and out of line. He was young, early twenties at the most, dressed well and immaculately groomed. A lord’s son by Boromir’s guess.
“There’s always one,” he sighed.
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A request for celeluwhen she requested a one-shot of Boromir dealing with an apprentice who was overconfident!
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Swinging one leg across the angulócë’s back, Aragorn settled between its wings, like riding an oversized scaly horse. Before him, the neck stretched, and then shook, scales rattling, spines and webbing catching the warm glow of the setting sun. Carefully reaching out, he grasped the spines before him, earning little more than a glance of emerald eyes.
“Fly.”
There was no hesitation, in fact, it seemed the serpent was eager.
Leathery wings snapped open, the muscles beneath his seat tensed, and Aragorn sorely regretted his life choices, as the dragon leapt.
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A request for Shuckstruck (Tumblr) she requested a King Aragorn dragon rider one-shot, and I was MORE than happy to oblige! Hope you enjoy this fun little foray!
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“So where, exactly, are you taking me?”
“I did say it was a surprise,” Boromir replied, glancing to her with a fond expression. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
Somehow, Rhosynel didn’t doubt that.
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A post-war snapshot of Boromir and Rhosynel enjoying an afternoon together.