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haladrielficxch · 2 months

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don't let it in with no intention to keep it by alicuntisms for @nuclearnik

galadriel is in need of a human - halbrand is in need of a warm place to sleep. a bargain is struck. if only galadriel knew who she was striking a bargain with....

A Lust for Light by cozy_ships for @liminal-zone

The magic is always just there on the periphery of his lands, threatening to spill over. Sometimes he swears he can feel it in the earth beneath his feet, taste it in the water, clear and bright and so utterly unlike his own. The flowing currents of it had drawn him to these lands, led him to stake his own claim and build his fortress along the borders of the Golden Wood. He knows who resides within, hiding herself away amidst the forest’s glittering bowers.

Tempered by eye_of_a_cat for @cozy_ships on Twitter

She focuses instead on smaller things. She notices the edges of him: the sewed seams of his bracers, the way they press against the skin of his hands; the shadow at his neck where the cloth of his collar falls loosely; the way the fuzz of hair on his arms glows a little in reflected firelight. He is all edges and joins, scars and soldered seams. There will be a way to break him apart.

at the dawn of our folly, we took from the tree that was rotting by ichabodcranemills for @lisenberry

Stranded togehter in the middle of nowehere, political rivals Galadriel and Halbrand learn they have more in common than they could've possibly imagined.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark by lisenberry for @softlighter

There was a time in Lady Galadriel Artanis Noldor’s life when all she had to worry about was keeping her face out of the sun and her feet out of the mud. Her nose in her embroidery and her hands soft as lambskin. Her brain empty and her mouth shut.

Many things had changed since then.

and I feel like I just got home by Lizzen for @eye_of_a_cat on Twitter

A third age haunting of a sort; an alternate version of life as seen through the looking glass, and the impact resonate.

She is Everything You Want by MyrsineMezzo for @alicuntisms

As he looked at that tight braid with the light reflecting in her hair, Halbrand realized he knew who she was. Everyone knew who she was. Galadriel Noldor. She was the best and the brightest; the pride of the university who had been profiled in the recent campus magazine because she was on a sure ride through the NCAA fencing tournament system even as a sophomore. He realized Mel had followed his gaze when he heard a low scoff.

“Noldor. A loner who thinks she’s above it all. Now there’s a challenge worthy of the highest of prizes.”

the only song i want to hear by MyrsineMezzo for @ichabodcranemills

5 times Halbrand kissed Galadriel in exchange for a secret, and one time he did not.

Set throughout the first season of Rings of Power.

Deeper, Darker Things Than You by nuclearnik for @formerlyIR on Twitter

He is effortlessly charming—and everyone besides Galadriel seems to eat it right up—but something hiding just below the surface, coiled and restless, calls to her.

don't answer me (i'm calling just to hear you scream" by poeticmemory for @the-sweet-hibiscus

One year after her eldest brother‘s murder, Galadriel and her friends find themselves in the sights of a horror-film obsessed killer.

everything (except what it is) by softlight for @myrsinemezzo

“And what are you going to say?” “That I can be civil if you can."

Rival teachers Galadriel and Halbrand sign up to run the school show. Things do not go as expected.

the Curse of Linhir by TheSweetHibiscus for @justatinycollector

The morning of October 28th I, along with my unwilling companion, managed to flea the decrepit town of Linhir. I had ran, cloaked in nothing more than a t-shirt and the threadbare soles of my brother's old hiking boots, nearly twenty miles to the Regent's port home in Númenor. Each step was agony – the ill-timed impromptu marathon more than enough to cause my lungs and thighs to burn like coal cinders. Yet it was nothing compared to the sinking dread — a fear I hadn't gotten far enough away.

By the Moonlight by justatinycollector for @wyrd-syster

It would seem to Galadriel, in their first few encounters, that Halbrand would always leave her with something. Later, she’d come to learn that he never left a place empty-handed.

The Highwayman AU.

stones that move (and trees that speak) by Wyrd_Syster for @bad-surprise

Halbrand wants power and Galadriel wants her inheritance. There is no cost too high, no price too steep, to stop them from taking what they want.

A Macbeth AU with a dash of Sleep No More.

#haladriel #haladriel fic exchange #ao3 fic #galadriel x halbrand #fanfiction #haladriel fanfic #ao3 works #fanfic event #rop #sauron x galadriel

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my-shipping-knows-no-bounds · 1 year

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#sauron #galadriel #charlie vickers #morfydd clark #rings of power #amazon rings of power #trop #haladriel #halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel x halbrand #saurondriel #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #what fanfics are made of #i miss these two

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barbedbetty · 2 years

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Stay with Me

Halbrand x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Semi rough, semi public, p in v, a little dirty talk, sex on an anvil bc c’mon, oral (fem receiving)

Y’all gotta forgive me, I just saw the new ROP yesterday and so this was not reviewed

When I first met Galadriel and Halbrand in Numenor, I had a strange mix of feelings about them.

Galadriel is kind and compassionate and fierce, she carried herself with confidence that I could only dream of having.

Halbrand on the other hand was more mysterious, he was constantly watching everyone. A lot like me I suppose, I grew up in my fathers forge and while most girls weren’t in the Navy, it wasn’t forbidden. He was spending a lot of time with my father watching him work and helping him with a few projects. I did think he was handsome but I steered away from him, he was a stranger to our island and I didn’t want to get attached.

Or so I thought, once I volunteered to go to the Southlands to fight with Galadriel, he was taking more interest in me.

I remember how Halbrand looked at me when I signed up for the voyage and he was waiting in the archway of my fathers forge that night.

“My father is away for the night.” I said as I walked past him. I set down a few things from the market and I saw him from the corner of my eye turn to face me.

“I didn’t come to see him.” He said in a low tone. “Why did you volunteer to go to the Southlands?”

I paused and turned to look at him. He looked ever more handsome with the moonlight behind him and his green eyes almost glowed in the firelight.

“I thought an adventure might be fun.” I smirked at him and he smiled.

“War is an adventure?” He came closer and I could smell the saltwater still drying on his skin.

“War is a part of life, it brings peace when done correctly.” I said quietly.

“I agree.” He reached out and gently grasped my chin, he tilted my head up so I was forced to hold eye contact.

He leaned toward me and it was like time stood still, he moved closer and closer and I was frozen in place. When his lips touched mine, it felt like my blood was on fire and then everything was moving too fast.

His fingers quickly went from my chin to my neck and I ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders and yanked him towards me.

His kiss stole the air from my lungs and I was not complaining. His other hand gripped my hip and pushed me backwards till the back of my thighs hit the large anvil.

He pulled his lips away and kept his grip on the back of my neck. He glanced down at the anvil and I could see his pupils get bigger and he looked back at me with a hunger that almost frightened me.

“If you want me to stop, tell me right now.” He said in a deep tone while holding my neck tighter with one hand and slowly lifting my skirt with the other. “Once I start, I will not stop.”

“Don’t stop.” I whispered and grabbed his collar and kissed him hard.

He easily lifted me to set me on the anvil and yanked my skirt up as far as he could. I reached down to untie his belt but he grabbed my wrists in a shockingly tight grip and shook his head.

“Not yet.” He whispered.

Before I could even let out a breath, Halbrand knelt before me and lifted my legs on top of his shoulders and started licking my cunt.

I cried out and gripped the anvil as tight as I could. He held tight to my thighs and moaned as his tongue made indecipherable designs in my folds, I felt him groan into me and I wanted to scream.

Everything felt amplified, I’d never experienced anything like this before. My skin felt like it was on fire, his tongue was erasing thoughts from my mind until there was only him. I could hear people laughing in the pub across the road and see dust floating through the firelight, I looked down and Halbrand was looking up at me. When we made eye contact, he pushed his tongue as far as he could inside me and I moaned out loud, I bit my lip and leaned my head back. His nail bit into my flesh but there was so much adrenaline pumping through me I felt nothing.

He moaned again and I felt my climax coming, so fast that it almost scared me. I tried to tell him to slow down but every time I could get a syllable out, he pushed his tongue further inside me and curled it against that one perfect spot and I almost blacked out.

Too soon, he tugged my thighs as tight as he could, he growled against my clit and curled his tongue over and over and over until I saw stars and my vision went white. My muscles grew tighter than ropes on a sail and I covered my mouth with one hand to try and keep my scream as quiet as possible.

I was still panting when Halbrand stood up, slowly lowering my legs from his shoulders and he licked his lips slowly before taking my hand off my mouth and kissing me slowly.

“Halbrand.” I whispered he pulled away.

“Y/N.” He whispered back and smiled at me. “I’m not done yet.”

He smiled as he held onto my hips and pulled my body flush against his, I could feel his cock rub against my cunt. I moaned and leaned my head back. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back to him.

“Look at me.” He growled and then he pushed slowly inside me.

I gasped and opened my mouth to cry out but no sound came out. His green eyes held my gaze in a strange way, it was so intimate that it made me blush more than his cock hitting my cervix. I shivered when he paused for a moment, he was taking deep and slow breaths.

“Don’t look away.” He whispered as he pulled his hips back slowly and gripped the back of my neck. “Look at me, luv.”

“Yes,” I gasped as he pushed back inside me. “Yes, Halbrand!”

I moaned and fought against the urge to to close my eyes, instead gripping his shoulders as tight as I could to hold him close.

His pupils were so big, his eyes were practically black, his tunic had fallen open and I could see his chest was flushed up to his neck. His thrusts were gaining speed and force and knocking the air from my lungs. All I could do was hold onto him as my eyes welled with tears.

He smiled as he kept thrusting harder and harder and whispered.

“You can close your eyes, I will have you more than once.” He let go of my hair and I leaned my head back as he used one hand to pin my hip still and the other to hold onto the anvil.

I felt another orgasm warm my skin like a hot summer breeze and I dug my nails into his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips as best I could.

“Come for me, luv.” He groaned and he thrusted with everything he had. “Come on my cock.”

I cried out and buried my face in his neck as I came harder than I ever had before in my life.

It was like I was pushed into ice cold water, every muscle seized up and yet it was the best feeling.

Halbrand rocked his hips slower as my pussy pulsed around his member and as he grunted and cried out my name, I felt him come deep inside me, letting me feel his warmth drip down my thighs.

I was panting like I ran five miles as he slowly pulled out of me.

He groaned and felt up my body with his rough hands and cupped my face and kissed me with a passion that made me want to pull him back inside me.

He finally broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine.

“Stay with me in the Southlands.” He whispered, gently rubbing my face with his thumbs.

“Is that an order?” I smiled and looked up at him.

“Please?” He smirked and kissed me chastely. “Stay with me?”

#fanfic #halbrandedit #halbrand x reader #galadriel x halbrand #rings of power #Halbrand smut #fanfiction #lotr #Sauron #smut #drabble #numenor #middle earth #Southlands #Mordor #smutty #Daddy!Halbrand

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90shaladriel · 3 months

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Queen of Night and Stars

Ficlet inspired by the Rings of Power concept art by Julien Gauthier

He watched her. Standing slightly behind her right shoulder he looked down at her as they stood together on the dais of the lofty hall. Her gold and silver locks tumbled in waves down her back holding the very light of the gods they both rebelled against within each strand. Her white dress tucked beneath the polished black metal cuirass that signaled the mark of a warrior still. She was everything to him.

One by one the supplicants came before them pleading for this cause or to spare them of their hardship. Always they begged her, their lady of light, to deliver them from their afflictions.

And she did, with the unshakable calmness and wisdom of an ancient being now stronger than the foundations of the earth.

A group of townspeople from some backwater village required assistance that their bridge had been washed away in a flood. Galadriel smiled and assured them that her king’s men would be dispatched at once. She didn’t even bother asking anymore to order a detachment of his Orcs or Easterling men to do some errand like this.

Would he ever say no? How could he?

He was so proud of her taking her rightful claim to power, now it fit her, how all of Middle Earth shaped to her will now and adored her. He had played his part in the beginning, it was as he promised. He gave her that spiked silver crown and forced the pretender Gil-galad to surrender his. She of course restrained him in and micromanaged his battles to do the least harm, she had also convinced a greater portion of her people to put down arms and accept the new order.

A couple of humans, a man and wife with a sick baby, begged for something to make their child well. Their eyes full of tears as the woman looked up at Galadriel, the man glanced his way before casting his eyes down. Galadriel soothed the babe’s cries with a gentle hand on its forehead, she whispered in her native tongue a prayer to the Valar and he felt the pull of her on the unseen world drawing on his power to alter the very flesh of the living to make it whole again.

They loved her and they feared him.

It sat well with him. He actually had no desire for fame and glory, his ambitions had always been to order the world in a manner that felt right and good. Healing what he had done in ages past but forging a new order where he could save this land. If everyone thought she was the one saving it felt only natural, it’s what she deserved.

As she gathered her flowing white dress so she could delicately climb the stairs back to the dais at his side he admired her beauty more fully. She noticed of course and her smile turned into a tight frown.

She willingly ruled at his side but always rejected his advances. Ever since their first night of marriage, the solitary time she had given in to his desire and he had taken that opportunity. Years passed and whether it was some absurd custom of the Eldar or perhaps her long standing hatred for what he was, she refused him since. Did she fear giving him an heir? His mind did idle on that thought from time to time, what a new life would mean when that ritual of succession meant little to them since they would live forever. Looking at the healed child whose parents clutched so tightly he wondered if it would feel the same for their own?

How he wished he could bury his hands in her hair, pull her body against his and feel his lips drinking from her fair skin.

She knew this of course. Before the next villager came before them, he felt the tip of her right hand graze just over his left hand’s little finger. He caught the involuntary gasp before it left his mouth, but he saw the corner of her lip turn just so slightly upward, her blue eyes dancing in mirth as in a glade of flowers for those who knew where to look.

His Queen. He would stand by her side until the days ended and there was only night once more. They would be together still. His starlight in the dark.

ao3 link

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54437683

#the rings of power #fanfic #haladriel #saurondriel #sauron #galadriel #trop #She would be his Queen #light and darkness #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #trop fanfic

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xuberfanx · 2 years

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Waiting for Saurondriel fics to show up on ao3 kinda feels like baking.

You put the cookies in the oven and sit with your face to the oven window waiting for them to finish baking.

The season is over and now we sit and wait for the fics to appear and I can't help but keep checking ao3, watching as they slowly, one by one pop up just knowing that many more are on their way.

Maybe popcorn is a better analogy.

#rings of power #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #galadriel #saurondriel #sauron #trop #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #shipping #archive of our own #lotr #lord of the rings #halbrand

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pursuitseternal · 7 months

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Spooky, sexy, wolfy “Trespassers Beware” just in time for Halloween…

Fem!Reader (Galadriel) x Sauron |E| 4K Wolf Sex

🎨 by @thebabydragon

Summary: You seek the source of the dark power, following the rumors and the wolf howls to the Old Fortress… he finds you… and does so much more

CW: bestiality, multiple wolves at once, wolf possession, disembodied sorcerers having their way, sex in an old ruin with your forbidden lover

Read on AO3

Continue below to howl for him…

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Dusty, dead leaves under your feet turn to cold stones. You stand on the bridge to the Fortress, a chill in the air that somehow heats your body, shivers running down your spine to pool between your thighs. You hear that song, that music, faint but real, whining from the distant and crumbling walls. Mists swirl, and you get the feeling of distant eyes watching you, that crawling sensation creeping all across your skin to steal your breath. You reminisce, the feeling of being here before. The ruins of a fortress of darkness, howls in the distance, your body warming at the memory of the same feelings from a thousand years before.

The hush of winds rustle the leaves across the stone bridge, and you push on. Until you hear the scratch of claws in front of you. Suddenly, orange eyes begin to glow in the shadows of arches and derelict walls. Panting, growling, a pack of large, grey wolves file in around you. Their eyes glint in hunger, tongue lapping at their jaws.

Suddenly, a low, rumbling howl overwhelms your ears, commanding his pack to withdraw. Commanding you to come.

And come you do. The way his voice weaves around your body is palpable, shaking into your flesh, riding into your insides with a tremor.

You know that sound in your bones. It is him.

Above you from a parapet, black mist swirls. And then eyes large and red shine, flickering with ridges of orange and flecks of yellow. Made of flame themselves. Two of them, staring unblinking above you. Your blood seems to freeze with fear and boil with desire at once.

That music that settled for ages in your bones now greets your ear, melancholic, weak, and mournful. A baleful howl comes from that patch of shadow, darker than death itself.

“Have you come to taunt me, Lady Light?” his voice scratched inside your ear. “Come to show me the spoils of a lost war? Treasures I shall never plunder the same again?”

Your heart races against your ribs, feeling your body responding to the sound of his voice, the pull of that lamenting music now that fills your ears.

“You come seeking something… or else you would not be here…” those flaming eyes seem to be framed in a tall form, crouching low to the floor of the parapet above you. A shadow of a great wolf, remembering the form you have always craved between your legs.

You step closer, your body humming to life as it had not for centuries. Your body burns despite the cold mist and shadows, your heart beats with lust, not with fear. Even as a dozen eyes shine back at you from the crumbling fortress.

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One last entry for @hellghoulweek and @thehaladrielfancollective (I’m sure there are five kinks on there for Kinktober 🪦🐺)

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cliffdivingsblog · 1 month

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I could be your King

Chapter 35/45

5k words

Rated E

#haladriel #saurondriel #galadriel x halbrand #galadriel x sauron #fanfic #galadriel #rings of power #sauron #the rings of power #fanfiction

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thecoziestbean · 3 months

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Sunday marked a year since i posted the first chapter of The Venus of Valinor. I couldn’t let that pass without some acknowledgment.

Here’s a snippet from the next chapter. I promise I have been working on it. It’s just slow going.

It’s angst hours up in here. Be forewarned.

#the venus of valinor #haladriel #saurondriel #otp: bind yourself to me #galadriel x halbrand #galadriel x sauron #haladriel fanfic #cozy writes

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marimosalad · 10 months

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The moment of the Ring’s unmaking. The Ring inscription is seen imploding around as the magic collapses along with Sauron’s flaming eye.

Another one I made to accompany “to feel this once more” by eastwynds.

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pinkbeastie · 1 year

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SOMEONE. PLEASE. WRITE THIS OR I WILL

#halbrand x galadriel #halbrand #halatariel #haladriel #lord of the rings #the rings of power #rings of power #sauron #saurondriel #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #fanfic #rop #trop #galadriel #galadriel x halbrand

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stardustspell · 2 years

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A Shadow in the South

Genre: Supernatural elements, modern-day AU (circa 2008) Setting: Rural Louisiana Rating: Explicit (see content warnings)

Chapter 2: The Thickening

CW// blunt mentions of death + culty church mentions

In which Gail does some obligatory sneaking about and pays a visit to the weirdo bookstore in town to find answers.

"Then, their screams cut off suddenly, but not before a scream was torn from her own throat—just as the floor sucked her in.

And she fell.

And fell.

Suddenly, her hands were claws in the dirt as her captor dragged her through the Mirkwood as if she were nothing more than a ragdoll.

Everything ached. Everything burned. Gail was a galaxy of pain.

She spat and sputtered, blood coming out of her mouth in gobs, mixing with the leaves and the muck. Decay filled her nose.

“One way or another,” sang the wolf. “I’m gonna find ya—I’m gonna get’cha get’cha get’cha—” he let out a slow horrible chuckle. “Tick-tock, Abigail. Tick-tock.” "

You can start reading from the beginning, or start at chapter two.

#haladriel #rings of power fanfic #trop fanfic #galadriel x sauron #galadriel x halbrand #haladriel fanfic #galadriel x sauron fanfic #saurondriel #galadriel x halbrand fanfic

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myfavouritelunatic · 1 year

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The Blacksmith

This is it. The final chapter. I cannot believe we're here. I hope you all enjoy it! ❤️

Pairing: Halbrand/Sauron x Female Reader; Galadriel x Female Reader; light Haladriel/Saurondriel.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Links to Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Five, Twenty-Six, Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, Twenty-Nine, Thirty, Thirty-One, Thirty-Two, Thirty-Three, Thirty-Four, Thirty-Five, Thirty-Six, and Thirty-Seven!

Chapter Thirty-Eight/Epilogue

Your eyes stung as they flung open, searing white light consuming the entirety of your vision. Gasping for air as if you had never breathed it in before, you begged your eyes to adjust to your new surroundings, your fear of the unknown taking hold. You commanded your body to rise, and stand upright, and it obeyed, but not in a fashion you were familiar with. It felt as if you were floating, levitating now over the surface upon which you had been laid. Casting your vision downward, your body was clothed in stars. It was a fabric of unknown origin, clinging to your form like a mist over mountains, with twinkles of light scattered through it. Curious, you moved your hand slowly down to feel it, and gasped when it passed right through you. A strange tingling buzzed from your fingertips up to the top of your head. This made you giggle.

Looking up ahead, the white light was still blinding, but had begun to subside, or at least become easier on the eyes to take in. For the entire environment was colourless, no dimensions of any kind to be made out, no horizon, no earth, no sky, just white space, empty and endless. But then, there was music. A faint sound you weren't sure at first if you were hearing it or imagining it. Though as it's volume increased, it entered your ears and spread within your luminescent figure. The beauty and power of it was overwhelming, and you smiled, crying tears of joy. Invisible instruments and voices made up a great symphony that was unlike any music you had ever heard. It was almost tangible, the only thing in this boundless space besides yourself that could take on form.

It excited you greatly, filling you with a sense of purpose like you had never felt. Suddenly you were spinning, twirling, watching as the stars and mists of you danced about in unison as you floated in time to the heavenly harmonies and melodies. It was bliss. Though something unexpected happened to slow your movements. Without any doubt, you had heard your name called out to you, weaved into the song, yet separate enough to be distinguished. But it was the voice that called it out that took you aback.

It was your mother.

She arrived steadily, emerging into dazzling colour from the all encompassing whiteness. Her form was covered in a gown made of the sea itself, peaceful and tranquil at her shoulders, though it's waves raged against each other at the bottom as she swept towards you, a hem of sea foam moving as if on sand. She smiled at you with her diamond eyes, embracing you completely, and it felt as if your spirits were merging. The water of her did not dampen you though, nor did the colour of her ocean become affected by your starry mist, yet you were as one. Mother and daughter, reunited at last. "My child… I have long been waiting for this time to come." Her voice was almost the same as you remembered it, with an added ethereal quality that made you smile even wider. "I knew I would see you again. You were watching over me, guiding me. You never left me." "It was my purpose, my destiny, to keep you in the light. Just as it was your destiny to leave Arda before the darkness would consume you fully."

"The… darkness…" A flash of fire engulfed you, as the images of your life appeared before you, reminding you of the only existence you had known. You had been so caught up in this otherworldly euphoria that you had somehow left all thought of it behind with your earthly body. Halbrand came back to you, your love, your king, your destiny… or so you had thought. Now your tears became droplets of sorrow, of grief for what you had lost. "Mother… this… this can't be my destiny! I… I'm meant to stay with Halbrand… to ensure that goodness endures in Middle-earth…" A powerful sense of dread invaded you as a realisation struck you. "If I'm gone… then… then…" You couldn't bring yourself to say it, so instead, the words came out of you in a different way, manifesting before you the aftermath of your demise.

You and your mother watched on in silence as Halbrand succumbed to his grief, and succumbed to Sauron. The tears were streaming out of you now, a river that flowed down and into the sea that surrounded your mother. This was Sauron like you had never witnessed. It was pure unadulterated power. The display of which you had heard mention of, but never truly believed that the man you loved was capable of exhibiting such force. Yet it was occurring right before you as if you were standing still in the town square having never left. He had dominion over the elements, conjuring fire, summoning lightning, needing no sword to strike his enemies.

Though it seemed he still took pleasure in the elegance of a sharp blade. Your blade. Sauron murdered Olwenna and Padrig, and your pain was immense. But you were not hateful towards your love, even still, even after seeing this horrid sight… you understood him. Fighting because he must, and because all meaning had been lost, taken away from him. The light had fled with you, nowhere to be found within him. As if the sun itself had been extinguished. Only darkness would remain.

You could feel your grief turn to anger, your sorrow to rage, building quickly within your spirit. The mist that covered you began to darken and your stars dwindled as they fell victim to your change. A new voice entered your ear then, as you drifted back the vision to the moments before your lifeless body became no more. You closed your eyes, imagining your spirit back within your flesh, wanting to hear the words spoken as if your dead body was actually listening. The language was black speech, and although you had never heard it, you understood exactly what it meant.

"And now the fire that burns so blindingly… is our love immortal, burning for eternity."

Sauron's lament, once lines of a loving stanza he had sung to you by the fire. Now they took on a different meaning. Your spirit could not take anymore. The demented screams that escaped you now were carried on a black smoke that billowed quickly from your mouth. The sound clashed almost violently with the serene orchestra that had brought you such joy only moments earlier. It was twisted, deformed, inhuman. It was all you were now.

"Hold onto me, daughter…" You could hear your mother's peaceful voice on the edge of your shriek, your dark music. You turned to see her waves reaching for you, the hand of her spirit outstretched. The screaming endured, and she was enveloped by your charcoal plumes. "SEND… ME… BACK…" you cried, demanding to leave this place, to be apart of it's blissful music no longer. "You want me to remain in the light… I cannot do so here! For parted… Sauron and I will only bring darkness to whatever realm we occupy. I will infect this place, mother… I will be a plague upon it! Is that what you want?"

The smoke from you was fast filling the white space, the music drowned out and replaced by your haunting. Now your mother's tears flowed down and into her ocean. "The time at which your life ended… was a point of no return. There was only shadow ahead. It was the last chance to ensure you left Arda with light in you. I had to protect you." "Why?" you shouted at her, monstrously. "Because a mother loves her daughter… and would sacrifice anything to keep her." "What have you done!?" The weight of your mother's actions hit you with blunt force. "All of your interference only led to our darkness being unleashed! Halbrand is lost!" "My child… I am afraid his dark descent was inevitable… I had to spare you of it… save you." "SEND ME BACK!" you demanded hopelessly, not even questioning if your mother had to power to do so or not. She seemed to be responsible for ripping you out of the arms of your love, why would she not be able to return you to him? "That is something that I cannot do. Your spirit belongs with me now. Until we are called upon to serve our greater purpose."

The opaque fumes that had emanated from you had now completely covered the realm in which you both resided. The music could be heard no longer, and now peace, bliss, was something you would perhaps never find. Existing now in eternal heartache, parted forever from your love, only able to look upon him from a great distance, and watch as he continued on in his world, without his queen by his side…

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The lands of Mordor trembled under the power of the fiery mountain, its eruptions sending the blood of Middle-earth up into the sky and down upon the ground, scorching it. New vibrations suddenly began to clash with those of nature, for a great army was marching in, invading the ash covered plains, bracing to war with their enemy. The dark lord stood atop his dark tower, Barad-dûr, a looming symbol of his power within his domain, threatening and evil. Lightning in the distance provided a striking backdrop for the Nazgûl as they flew across the impending battlefield, the screeches of their fell beasts echoing across the landscape. Sauron watched, amused by the attempts of men and elves to conquer him.

His charcoal armour sounded in the air with every step he took, pacing on the precipice of his tower, gazing downward as his orcs howled and readied themselves to fight in his name, banners of The Eye blowing fiercely in the wind. His muted brown hair flowed out long behind him, underneath the six spired crown he wore, signifying his rule. He had grown rather fond of the idea of wearing one ever since his first kingship. Indeed it was the very same crown, only transformed by his own forging, crafted to represent his presence now as the dark lord. Sauron's thoughts of his brief time in Pelargir were never far from his mind. In fact, the city still stood all these years later, untouched by his shadow since the day he left.

Since the day you left.

He grinned, closing his slitted eyes, taking in a deep breath, feeling as if your spirit was passing into him. Sauron always felt you near, for though you had died, it was as he had said, your spirit would always linger, stoking the fire of his beating heart. "Oh my love…" he whispered to you, "Look who comes for slaughter…" he snickered devilishly, the fast drumming of his heart your response as his excitement took hold. It was then he turned to face you, the one ring on his armoured finger, glistening in the flames of Mount Doom, it's power unmatched, transcendent, making the dark lord almost a being of pure omniscience. Feeling it's pull, he glanced at it proudly, for his achievement was great. Though it was not what he considered to be his best work. That, was what he gazed upon now.

For in the very centre of the summit of Barad-dûr, there stood a statue. A monument, an effigy… of you. Wrought in blackened iron, your love had crafted an image of you, capturing your beauty, your love, and your reign as queen. For on your form was shaped your diadem atop your head, and your wedding gown which Sauron had captured expertly, down to the detail within the billowing sleeves of pearl. He had recreated the way the dress had moved, even with this statue as still as the night, it looked as if it were fluttering elegantly in the wind.

This sculpture was also your tomb, and the last touch added to the dark tower upon its completion. Inside the great forge of the mountain, your love had fused your ashes within the iron, giving you new life, a new vessel from which to rule. Sauron stepped towards your ethereal figure, gazing up at the soft smile he had carved on your face, and he took off the sharp metal glove from his left hand, revealing his wedding ring. He had never removed it. Placing that same hand upon your own ringed finger, connecting the two bands of your love he had made for you both in Pelargir, Sauron beamed up at you as a single tear shed from him. The wind blew around him then in a circular motion, just as it did that day when your ashes had spiralled around him in farewell. He couldn't help but let out a loving laugh, and just for a moment, he was a humble blacksmith again, working a forge on Númenor, greeting a beautiful woman who had stumbled upon his workshop. And now, he beheld his greatest creation. The meaning of his life.

Sauron kissed your hand gently, grateful to have his queen by his side. As it was destined. Though together, but very much apart, the darkness was victorious over the light, and the shadow of Sauron, of Barad-dûr, of you swept across the lands, and the lady of light was ever out of reach.

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That Which Lies Across the Sea

Ch. 59) Varda

Rating: E for some smut but mostly a contemplative chapter; WC: 8.7k

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Entangled

Halbrand x reader

Warnings: 18+, rough sex, doggy style, some possessive dirty talk, girl on top, tied down, wrap it up ppl

I knew Captain Elendil would take Galadriel to the hall of records on the other side of the island, I didn’t know when he'd take her there but I knew he would. He was a very predictable man.

Halbrand wasn’t completely up front with his plans, but I knew Galadriel was part of them. How, I’m not sure. I watched her and Elendil ride back into the city from a balcony in the library.

When Galadriel came back, I saw her race from the stables to the library. I was reorganizing a few books about the history of the island when she bursted through the doors.

I was on the second level and she had entered on the ground floor. She looked to her right and started scanning the shelves, clearly looking for something specific.

“May I help you find anything, my lady?” I asked politely. My voice carried to her and it must’ve surprised her, she flipped around with a hand on her dagger. She smiled once she recognized me.

“Good evening,” she said. “I was wondering if there are any books on the royal bloodlines of Middle Earth here?”

She began to walk towards me and I turned to the spiral iron staircase, quickly but calmly getting to her level.

“I apologize, Lady Galadriel, but there are no volumes about Middle Earth here apart from the maps over here.” I led her to a large octagon table encased in glass with a war map of the main continent.

She sighed and looked it over.

I took a second to really look her over, she is quite lovely. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my existence. Her golden hair reflected the sunlight like a crystal and the blue of her gown really brought out her eyes, they shone like sapphires. But she exuded a confidence that could only come from a military background, she clearly wanted people to respect her opinion more than her beauty.

My chest suddenly felt tight with an unfamiliar feeling when I thought about how comfortable her and Halbrand looked together when they arrived.

She turned back to me and gave a gentle smile.

“I figured as much, they have a strange habit of ignoring things that didn’t originate on the island.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed that too.” I smiled back at her. “I’ve combed this library three times for any information of Middle Earth and the map is the only thing I can find in this library.”

She shrugged and looked around the room for a moment.

“I just found something…” she trailed off and looked back at me. “You knew Halbrand back in the Southlands?”

I nodded and quickly thought back to what he told me.

“Yes, he was a blacksmith and I was working in a tavern. We grew up together.”

“Did he ever mention his family heritage?” She crossed her arms and began looking at the books again. As if any book on this level would help her.

“Not really, he once spoke about an ancestor that was some kind of knight or royal guard but even then I’m not sure of the story was true or not.”

She nodded and turned her back to me to pull a book off the shelf. I noticed a piece of parchment under her belt. I had a feeling she already had an answer to the question she was asking.

“Why do you ask, my lady?” I walked over to a table with a couple of open books and began to stack them to put them away.

“I think that Halbrand may have a bigger role to play in the upcoming battle for the Southlands.” Her voice was filled with a determination that made me slightly uneasy.

“What do you mean?” I looked up and noticed she had turned back to face me from across the room.

“I mean that the Dark Lord Sauron is gathering strength and plans to take over the Southlands.” I saw the general in her appear and I was impressed. “I plan on making a deal with Queen Miriel to provide an army to accompany us back to Middle Earth and put Halbrand on the throne.”

My shock was genuine at this point.

“Halbrand? King?” I shook my head. “I mean, it sounds-“

“There is a reason we have all found ourselves here, together.” She walked towards me. “We are here to fight back against this evil before it poisons the entire land.”

I looked at her for a moment and nodded.

“You came here to trace his family line.” She nodded.

“Do you think that maybe it could be here?” She asked.

I looked around and ran a hand through my hair.

“I’ll look again, but don’t get too hopeful.” She smiled at me and breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” she nodded to the door. “I’ll be off then, good evening.”

She curtsied then went on her way.

I picked up the stack of books and walked to the second level. I had already destroyed the file record about the royal crests of middle earth and now I went to the shelf where I had hidden the book. I don’t like destroying books but I couldn’t risk her finding out that the family Halbrand had claimed was from a broken line.

I took the book and brought it to the repair desk. I worked late into the night breaking the binding and taking out the pages all about the Southlands. Then I re-bound the pages with the original leather cover.

I stood in front of the fire and watched the pages I took out burn to ash.

As I watched it burn, I thought back to the plan Halbrand had briefly talked about before. It was madness and chaotic, he was counting on certain people to act in certain ways to lay the groundwork for his takeover. It was part of his argument that these people were basically burying themselves in trouble and whether he interferes or not, they will burn themselves.

Time is a funny thing to an immortal. I’ve lived through the ages and served both sides, I've seen the constellations move and mountains grow.

Even if Halbrands plan takes another thousand years to complete, that day will come. And even then I might wish it would have taken longer.

I was planning on taking the newly edited book to Galadriel the next day but when I asked after her in the throne room, she had already been arrested for sedition.

That strange tightening constricted my chest again when I thought about how Galadriels cell would be next to Halbrands.

My Halbrand.

I pushed that feeling away and went back to my room.

I bathed and was getting dressed for bed when I heard a knock at my door.

I tied on a red dressing robe and opened the door.

Halbrand was standing in a new blue tunic with a shiny brass crest pinned to his shoulder.

He smiled proudly at me and winked.

“Good evening, my lady.”

I felt my lips tilt into a smirk and I reached out and grabbed the front of his tunic and pulled him inside.

He chuckled and kicked the door shut with his foot. He kept walking forward making me retreat until the backs of my thighs hit the bed.

He held my face in his hands and stared at me for a moment, I wanted nothing more than to kiss him but he held us apart for a moment.

“Galadriel told me-“

I snapped.

I grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him to my lips and kissed him hard. He groaned and I slowly pushed my tongue into his mouth and gently flicked his tongue with my own. I felt him shiver as his hands traced down my body.

I pulled my head back and pushed on his shoulders to force us to switch positions and he fell back on the bed.

I couldn’t explain it but that tightening in my chest I felt before had now just flooded my body and I had a sudden need to show him that we belonged together. He ripped my robe apart as I untied his belt and tugged on his clothes till we were both naked. He crawled backwards on the bed and I climbed on top of him.

I took him in my hand and moaned as I felt how hard he was already.

“I need you.” I moaned as I leaned forward and kissed him again.

He laid back and smirked at me as he took a firm hold of my hips and tugged me forward till his cock was rubbing against my clit.

I whimpered at the shock that went through my body and dug my nails into his shoulders.

“Take what you need, luv.” He whispered. “Take your time.”

I didn’t want slow.

But a part of me wanted to torture him first.

“Close your eyes, my lord.” I whispered as I leaned forward to kiss him again.

He smirked and closed his eyes, his hands were resting at my hips just caressing my skin.

I reached to the side and grabbed a scarf I wore earlier and as quickly as I could, I grabbed his hands and pulled them above his head and knotted them to the headboard.

Halbrands eyes flew open and he looked up at the knot I had done.

He looked back at me and smiled.

“What are you doing?” He asked slowly. He didn’t test the knot, barely even moved his wrists.

“Reminding you that you belong to me, my Dark Lord.” I sat up and gently rubbed up my own body as his eyes devoured my every move.

I adjusted my hips and felt his cock push at my entrance again. Reaching down, I took a hold of his hard cock and lined myself up and gently pushed my hips down, moaning as I took him inside me. He moaned as he watched me and I saw the muscles flex across his body as he fought against thrusting up.

I was slow and gentle, circling my hips as I took him deep inside me. Rubbing my breasts with my own hands, I moaned at the sensation and shivered as I took him all the way inside me.

“Oh, I never want anyone else.” I moaned as I pinched my nipples and jerked my hips a little.

I wanted to ride him like a warhorse but I took a deep breath and tilted my torso back a little till the head of his cock hit the one spot inside me that made me chuffed and cry out.

I started touching my body again, running my hands up and down my skin.

“I only want you deep inside me.” I whispered as I rocked my hips as gently as I could.

“No one else could make me feel this good.” I looked down at him and moaned again as his cock kept rubbing in the most perfect way inside me.

His eyes were black and he was panting, every muscle looked hard and rigid. His firsts were tangled up in the scarf and he looked absolutely feral. Like a mountain lion waiting for the perfect moment for the kill.

“Only your cock can make me feel this perfect.” I moaned as I reached down with one hand to rub my clit. Once the pads of my fingers found it, I threw my head back and cried out, rocking my hips harder.

“No one else but us.” I moaned louder and began to feel an orgasm build inside me, I needed it. He was groaning and growling as I moved and it was sending me closer to the edge.

Halbrand groaned and I leaned back more to lean on his thigh.

“Oh yes!” He felt even deeper and that one spot was making me insane now. I rubbed my clit harder and threw my head back.

“Say that it’s just us.” I whimpered as my body began to flutter. “Just us!”

His body felt so taut beneath me and I barely registered it as I chased my release.

“It’s only ever been us.” He said in a low growl that sent me over the edge.

I screamed as I came, my body freezing up so tightly it almost hurt. My back bowed and my hair cascaded down my back, I shuddered as I moaned still moving my hips to make the feeling last. I rubbed my clit till I couldn’t take it anymore,

Panting and moving slowly, I leaned forward again. I moaned as a shiver wracked my body at the sudden flash of coldness that kissed my skin. Halbrand was still hot and hard inside me, but my legs were like jelly.

I was still panting and pushed my hair back as I looked down at Halbrand.

He was panting and staring up at me like there was nothing else in the world.

As he should be.

I smiled weakly and opened my mouth to speak when he yanked hard at his wrists and snapped the scarf in two.

I gasped as he grabbed my hips, forcing me down on his cock making me cry out again as he rolled us so he could be on top.

“Halb-“ I started but then he ripped one part of the scarf off his hand and wrapped it around my mouth and roughly knotted it behind my hair.

“I can’t take it anymore.” He grunted as he reached down and held onto my hips in a bruising grip. He pulled his hips back and shouted as he pulled out of me, my own cries were muffled and the sensation made me feel empty.

Suddenly, he flipped my body and pushed my face into the pillow as he yanked my hips up and slapped my ass so hard my sight went white.

“My girl.” He groaned as he felt up my ass and I shivered.

“Mine.” He growled so low I almost didn’t catch it. I wanted to turn my head to watch him but then he thrusted his entire length inside me and I cried out. My body welcoming him but the rush still took my breath away.

“S’pretty.” He moaned and panted as he set a rough and brutal pace, chasing his own release.

“Mine.” He growled as he gripped my hips tighter and thrusted harder.

“You belong with me.” He snapped as he fucked me into the bed, tilting my hips higher making me cry out against the scarf.

I shuddered as he used my body so roughly, it was feral and fast and I loved every second. His nails dig into my flesh and he was snarling like an animal, claiming my body as his conquest.

I clawed at the sheets as another orgasm swept through my body without warning. I cried out as my pussy pulsed around his cock and he cried out at the sensation.

“Only you,” he moaned between thrusts. “Only mine.”

Too soon, he snapped me back against his hips and I felt him came deep inside me, he shouted his release and bent over my body as he panted hard. I felt his heart pound in his chest as he pushed against my back.

He kissed my shoulder, nipping at it making me yelp behind the scarf. He chuckled at my sound and purred against my skin, detaching his hands from my hips and shamelessly feeling up my torso. It made me whimper with overstimulation.

“My beautiful queen.” He murmured as he bit at my skin again and kneaded my breasts in his rough palms. “My queen has no need to feel jealous.”

My whole body stiffened. I felt him smile against my skin.

“Yes, my darling, my love, you are jealous.” He whispered. He wrapped his big arms around my torso and hugged me tightly from behind as he gently pulled his cock out of me. He began to kiss down my back making me sigh.

“Galadriel is a means to an end.” I felt jealousy deep into my veins once more and I knew he sensed it. His hands stroked my skin to relax me again.

“But if this is the way you need to purge jealousy from your skin, I’m more than fine with it.” He whispered as he continued kissing my skin.

I reached up and tugged the scarf from my mouth and turned around to face him. He stared down at me, his skin flushed from exertion and his hair tousled. He smirked as I laid back and I couldn’t help the blush that I knew bloomed across my skin as he looked down at me like I was a work of art that he was seeing for the first time.

He reached down and stroked my cheek and jaw with his hand.

“Why is *she* involved in your plans?” I whispered up at him, my heart still aching from even the thought he could maybe look at her that way he’s looking at me. “What is she to you?”

His smile faded but he kept a soft gaze on me.

“She needs to feel doubt about her people. I need her so distracted by betrayal to notice anything else.” He explained softly. His thumb kept rubbing gently at my cheek.

“So it’s a coincidence she’s the most beautiful elf that has walked the earth?” My voice was sharper than I intended but I wasn’t going to apologize for it. I pulled away and yanked a sheet to cover my chest, I pushed my hair away from my forehead and sat up.

“Is she?” His smile twisted his lips again and I knew he was teasing me but it still hurt.

“Don’t act like she’s not perfect in every way.” I muttered and curled my knees up. “She’d make a queen that people would beg to serve.”

He crawled up and sat next to me, he reached for my chin and tilted my face to look at him.

“She may be a vision of light, but you my love as my equal in every way.” He pulled me onto his lap and looked up at me. “I would do anything for you, my love.”

His eyes pleaded with me to believe him.

“I’d cross the oceans for you again. I would raise mountains for you. I’d build a ship to sail the stars and reclaim the simarils for you.” I chuckled and he smiled at me. “I will do anything you ask me to do to prove my love to you. There is no one who could ever match me that way you do, you exceed in so many things that I never could. You push me to be more than what I am.”

He brushed my hair back and suddenly looked sad.

“When Morgoth took you away, I wanted to burn the world to find you again.” He pushed his forehead against mine. “Wherever you were, whatever cell or cave or dungeon you were in I would’ve happily joined you there for the rest of time.”

I felt tears well up in my eyes and I leaned forward and kissed him softly, he breathed in deeply and threaded his hands through my hair to keep me close.

We pulled apart and I put my fingers through his hair.

“I don’t think I-“ I choked on my words and kissed him again.

“I know, my darling, I know.” He held me close and I cried softly into his shoulder.

We held onto each for a while longer. I don’t know how long but eventually, Halbrand laid back and held me on his chest, he whispered my name and how much he loves me and that he’d do anything for me.

I nuzzled his neck as sleep overtook him and I took awhile to watch him as he slept peacefully. The way his skin was reflecting the moonlight, how his silky hair felt between my fingers.

I stared at him, knowing deep in my soul that nothing could divide our passion for each other.

Not even her.

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