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myfavouritelunatic · 1 year

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The Blacksmith

Sorry for the delay in getting this one edited and uploaded! Back at work this week and my schedule is packed! Thank you for your patience! ❤️

This next chapter is another one I’m super proud of, I really hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Halbrand/Sauron x Female Reader

Word Count: 4k (my longest yet ahhhh!)

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW 18+

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

Chapter Twenty-Two

And so the days went on, and your heart began to heal. Nothing would erase the horrors you had wrought, but you were convinced now that the inevitable outcome, your defeat of the darkness, would set all things right. You let yourself enjoy the time you shared with Halbrand, not anxious to rush your journey, though not forgetting that haste must be made. Every moment with him was a blessing. Whether it was just the feel of his body as you held on to him on the saddle, or his laughter in the air as he teased you playfully between bites of food, or even the unequalled, unbridled sequences of rapture you gave each other almost every night before slumber. This is what happiness felt like.

Unfortunately, now the more east you rode, the closer the land of shadow grew. Soon in the distance, you could see the blackness that had enveloped the Southlands. It looked a realm of death, a dark place that the forces within you both begged you to consecrate, and the closer you drew to it, the more the evil parts of you stirred, growing restless of your resistance.

"How much longer do you think, Halbrand?" you spoke, raising your voice to be heard over the wind and the sound of the horse's hooves rapidly striking the ground. "Once we turn south... two... perhaps three days at most. It could be longer if our ride gives out. He's not meant to carry two for this long, nor this fast." he answered you over his shoulder. "Are we certain there is not a shortcut we could take? To make the journey brief for our boy here, and to divert away from..." your voice trailed off as your eyes darted to the malevolent clouds above the horizon, and Halbrand slowed the steed down to a halt. "Speaking of our boy, let's give him a rest shall we?"

You nodded and hopped off the horse, Halbrand swiftly joining you on the ground. He wandered away from you, facing towards the land he inadvertently ruined, lacking subtlety in avoiding answering your question. Taking in the view before your eyes, you studied Halbrand as he stood on this hill you had come to rest on, his black cloak, his hair, billowing in the breeze. The scenery in the foreground was filled with rich green grass covered in small patches of wild flowers here and there. Trees scattered across the landscape, with mountains framing your vision to the right and of course, in the distance ahead.

A distance that held within it a jarring contrast to the lands before it. Flashes of lightning, bright as the stars, burst through the thick plumes of cloud that were more like smoke, like a poisonous gas consuming all it touched. Everything was darker than you remembered last time you looked upon it, and the shadow was spreading quickly. Suddenly your eyes were pulled to a single location. Orodruin. You could just make out the bursts of lava and fire that erupted from its peak.

A chill ravaged your senses, and your mind took you back to the nightmares Sauron had seeded within you. You remembered the first of them, where you had stood side by side with your love, in a location not too dissimilar to where you were presently. That same black cloak, it moved in reality exactly as it did in your dream. Absorbing all light and reflecting nothing back but the evil trapped within. What thoughts were passing through Halbrand's mind as he stared at the land he had sought to make his own, first as Sauron and then as king of the Southlands? Was the tragedy of what had transpired too much for him to bear? Or was his darkness roaring in his chest in a maniacal applause? The most eager it had been to steal victory over its enemy and claim Halbrand's body and spirit at long last.

Halbrand turned his head slightly, gazing at you with one eye over his shoulder, an eye that was consumed by fire. You gasped and he turned to face you, both his eyes aflame. He slowly raised his arm, gesturing for you to come near. You did not move, only watching as he morphed into the monster you both dreaded he would become. Sauron. The shadow raced towards you both, stretching out above you and beyond, stealing all light and warmth. Adorned now in charcoal armour, complete with crown and a vicious sceptre, the dark lord carved an imposing sight, his black cape frayed yet still flowing ominously. It was then you noticed a thing of colour on the hand that reached for you, a band of gold. A ring. He smiled with wicked delight, speaking your name with no trace of Halbrand's voice left to be found.

You couldn't resist. Slowly moving towards him, your body filled with desire, arousal, excitement. You wanted this. As you made to take his hand, you noticed the ring on his finger was illuminated with words you could not read. Upon contact, your hand began to burn, and with a flash of white light, all was revealed to have been in your mind. For you looked over at Halbrand, struggling to catch your breath, and he had not moved an inch. Still staring mournfully towards the black land that wished to claim you.

He turned his head, mimicking his movements in the vision that had just plagued you. Yet thankfully, his eyes were not of fire this time. You walked carefully to him, struggling to convince yourself that what your mind had just conjured had been unreal. Detesting the darkness within you for tricking you so, you decidedly took Halbrand's hand in your own without hesitation, to show you had not been spooked by what you had just seen, refusing to give it the satisfaction that it craved.

"Are you alright, my love?" you asked him, forcing your own troubles to the background. He spoke without looking at you. "So much... darkness. I thought... I thought I would be satisfied when this day came. I remember when Morgoth and I first spoke of this plan... that even in defeat, we would be victorious. We would still have a claim to this Middle-earth, and no power would be able to stop us." You felt his grip on you tighten, and you grabbed his other hand, pulling him to you so he faced the shadow no longer. "It's amusing what the passing of time does to one's purpose." Halbrand finished his thought with a small smile, yet you could still see the anguish in his eyes. It wasn't going away. For either of you.

"I... I still crave it. Power. I see this land before me and yes I am horrified by what it has become... though... I cannot help but imagine... what I could make of it... what I could... create." His eyes were alight with the possibilities you knew he was imagining, and you saw him begin to drift away from himself. "Halbrand!" you cried, taking his face in your hands in an attempt to ground him. "Let it lie, do not give in to it. Do not give it what it wants." "You don't understand... you cannot conceive just how long I have waited for this!" he yelled, pulling your hands off of him. "It's right there! My kingdom! My... throne." "No, Halbrand! No!" you cried out in desperation. "Your kingdom awaits you still, your people await you! We will reach them soon and you will forget about this dark place. It is not your destiny, remember? Remember our love, remember the people we slaughtered, remember our quest for redemption, remember Galadriel..."

The exasperation began to quell within him, his face losing the mania it was beginning to succumb to. "Galadriel..." The elf's name was thick with sorrow as it escaped his lips. Her name had seemed to trigger the goodness in him to come forth, a key that locked away his darkness. "I pray she will see what we become, what we will do for this world." "She will, my love, she has to. Galadriel told me that she bid you to be free of your past. She only wants goodness for you." "That was before she found out the truth. It will take much more convincing than I think either of us capable of. We have to find a way." "Then let us linger here no more. Our sanctuary, our chance... it is almost upon us."

Halbrand took you in his arms, pressing his lips lovingly against your own. The kiss was brief but beautiful, the two of you holding each other atop this hill, the wind running through your hair, your clothes. Resting your head against his uninjured shoulder, you both stared at the shadow one last time, letting it galvanise you like never before. Like the war that raged within, this darkness was visible and uncompromising. Battering against the light, seeking to infect it. The land of shadow existed now to remind you of your cause, of what you must do, must overcome.

Halbrand placed a lingering kiss upon your head. "Thank you," he said, uttering your name. "No need. I'm just relieved I was able to pull you back this time." "As am I." He ended his sentence with another brief contact of your lips, before taking your hand and leading you back to where your boy awaited for the journey to continue.

You rode on down the hill, the former Southlands disappearing temporarily from your view, only the edges of its clouds now visible. After a few more miles of galloping, you had finally reached the point where you would turn south for Pelargir, turn away from the clutches of evil. Looking out at the mountains before you and how they stood like the fangs of a beast, anxiety began to brew, unstoppable in your mind. You feared that there was still a chance Halbrand would ride on, continuing towards treachery. The relief you felt however when he turned your steed southward was unquantifiable. You let him know with a loving squeeze of his arm and a kiss to the back of his neck. A smile spread wide upon your face. Your struggle was far from over, but the direction in which you were headed now gave you such strength to continue on. The shadow was at your back, where it should be.

Another sunset began to burn the sky, you had lost count now of how many days it had been since you left Eregion. With your arrival at the city drawing nearer, the urgency for it had never been greater. At last, there was hope on your horizon. As the sun gave way to the rising of the moon, Halbrand brought your horse to a stop, and you dismounted, him fastening it to a tree nearby. You searched the sack attached to the saddle for your food, the distance between its opening and you touching the potatoes now the furthest it had been. Clasping your hand around the final one, you pulled it out. "We better make this one count." you stated. "What of the bread?" Halbrand inquired, as he collected sticks and twigs to make a fire. "I'm afraid it's almost gone as well." you sighed, hoping there would be no more than two days left on your journey, as you doubted you would be able to make it last much longer. The food had already been stretched out as far as it could, thanks to your love not needing it as much as yourself. You grabbed the remnants of the loaf, and the metal plate, walking over to Halbrand who had been quick to get the fire going. Placing the plate over the fire, you handed him the bread, and sat down between his legs, resting your back against him. He wrapped an arm around you and placed a tender kiss on your temple as you removed your dagger from its sheath to peel the potato. Then he held up the bread to your lips, and you took a bite.

"This bread has really grown on me," Halbrand spoke, his mouth full. "I think the flavour improves with age." You rolled your eyes. "You cannot be serious." "Oh yeah, are you joking? Why this is the finest of its kind I've ever had. The course texture, the hardness of the crust, the dry taste that lingers longer than it should. It's a delicacy, and we should be grateful for it." It was with these words that you stopped peeling and moved to face him directly, a quizzical expression etched on your face. "You know, I'm unsure if you mean what you say or you're just having me on?" "Perhaps both." Halbrand stared at you blankly, and you glared at him as he took another bite. He snickered at you, the light from the fire dancing in his eyes, and he playfully kissed you on the cheek. You couldn't help but smile slightly at him before turning back to the potato, the centrepiece of your forthcoming feast.

It wasn't long before you were both downing crunchy morsels of the fried vegetable, and you ate slowly, savouring every little bit. "I shall miss those potatoes." you hummed, swallowing the final piece, your hunger satisfied for now. "There will be more, my love, soon." said Halbrand, giving your arm a comforting rub. Dusting your hands of the remaining crumbs, you moved yourself so your head lay against his chest, your fingertips running over the fabric that covered his stomach. Your love tightened his embrace of you, and you heard a content sigh escape his mouth. Listening to the beating of his heart, a constant drum, keeping the time of his existence, you closed your eyes. Then out of nowhere, Halbrand began to sing, a slow and melancholic refrain with a beautiful crescendo towards the end:

"The fire, o the fire, burns so blindingly leading me astray across the sea a pure force used for evil and bending things to my will dangerous the flames, they feed nowhere to run, no warnings to heed for the light it will consume thee shackled, it will not free me the shadow it fades, but not away retreating, yet there at break of day unforgiven, haunting this land, no destiny to see yet all has changed now you belong to me And now the fire, o the fire, that burns so blindingly is our love immortal, burning for eternity."

His words were poetry, telling his story almost as if it were a myth, a tale of old. You had not heard Halbrand sing before, and now it was all you wished to hear forevermore. For his voice was divine, lovely and tragic at the same time. There was not a sound like it, nor would any other music surpass it. And you not only heard it, but felt it, experienced it vibrating through his chest as you laid against him. You smiled warmly as you listened, tears glistening in your eyes. Once he had completed his ballad, you lifted yourself up so your faces were barely inches apart.

"Where did that come from?" you asked, stunned. "You." One word was all he needed to say as he beamed at you, his face glowing in the flickering light of the fire beside you both. You crashed your lips into his without another thought, his hand quickly at the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair as he returned your kiss passionately. Your nails grazed his neck as you clasped him, and he moaned a little into your mouth. Stradling him now, you let your kisses trail along his jawline, to his ear, then down to his neck. The feel of your lips and tongue there on his skin caused him to moan louder. After a few moments of this, he grabbed you by your hair and pulled you back up to face him, desiring his tongue in your mouth once again. It wasn't long before your hands were grasping at his clothes, pulling them off and tossing them aside.

The torc stayed on of course. It always stayed on.

Halbrand undid the clasps of your dress, taking a little longer than usual. "Oh just rip it off, my love." your arousal speaking for you, all logic abandoned. "I did pack others." "And ruin this... spectacular dress... I think not..." he retorted at you between gasps. With the clasps now freed, he swiftly pulled the garment from your body, immediately lodging his face between your breasts, running his nails down your naked back, causing you to throw your head back and gasp. You knew his hardened length was but a short gap from your growing wetness, but you didn't want to get there, not just yet. Halbrand was all over your breasts, groping, licking, and biting, your nipples were so hard they began to ache deliciously. His movements caused you to buck against him unwillingly, and he chuckled as your pussy lightly touched the tip of him.

"Someone is eager..." he remarked, staring up at you, his voice bathed in lust, his hot breath tickling your skin. "For you... always." You punctuated your words by pushing him down onto the grass that lay under you both. Wanting to show him just how eager you were, you rapidly adjusted your body, and took his erection into your mouth. Halbrand cried out at the sudden sensation, your name entering the wind. An arm of yours stretched up across his chest, massaging his skin, and dragging your fingernails across his torso. He felt so good inside your mouth, your tongue wrapped around him, your teeth grazing him. Your hand met every movement you made, and you began to taste his arousal. "Wait... stop... I don't... I don't want to... not yet..." Halbrand gasped, his breathing strained.

You obliged him, crawling your way up his body, kissing as you did so. Once you reached his head, he hurriedly grabbed hold of you and kissed you hungrily. Speaking between the touching of your lips, he made a request. "I want you... over me... so I can devour you... whilst you seek your ecstasy..." "Yes... my king..." And so you continued to crawl over him, until your womanhood hovered above his mouth, just like it had nights before. You looked down as he smirked up at you from between your thighs, and watched as his tongue darted out, instantly striking your clit. "Mmmm..." you sighed with delight, not taking your eyes off him as he devoured you exactly as he promised. It wasn't long before your hips were bucking once more, riding his tongue, his mouth, whilst his hands gripped you tightly, keeping you in place in case your body became overwhelmed and tried to escape.

The feeling was completely consuming, every movement of his tongue, his lips caused a different pleasurable reaction within you. You did not have to tell him to do one thing over another, because it was all unbelievably glorious. Your thrusts into him soon quickened, and you could feel the ecstasy you sought approaching fast. "Halbrand! I'm... I'm going to..." "Come for me, my love." His words vibrated through you and triggered your release. "Yes... that's it." he encouraged, sucking on your clit. A scream rang out from you, spreading across the land as far as sound can carry. Your orgasm lasted such that time itself felt suspended, and your body trembled violently. Rolling your body off of him, you fell onto your back, the ecstasy still washing over you. Looking over at Halbrand, you watched as he licked his lips then used his hand to wipe his face, grinning, no doubt satisfied with the pleasure he bestowed upon you. He then turned over to face you, propping himself up with one hand, teasingly stroking his erection with the other. You bit your bottom lip at the sight of him.

"Who needs food when I can feast on you...?" he spoke, his voice low and raspy. You laughed in response, still catching your breath. You moved a hand to his face, which he kissed before taking your thumb into his mouth, the sucking tormenting you. Sighing sensually at his touch, you rose up to replace said thumb with your tongue. Exchanging more kisses of hunger, you lured him to sit upright, deciding your body was more than ready to have him inside of you. A lascivious smile spread upon your face, as you placed your hands on his shoulders and knelt down onto his hardness, letting it slowly enter you. The moans that escaped you both were loud, the penetration simply exquisite.

Halbrand's hands clutched your back as you began to move yourself up and down, savouring the thickness of him as it grazed deep in your wetness. Placing your hands around his neck, you leaned in to kiss him once more, your tongues colliding in a frenzy before your lips even touched. It was then your motions on him increased, and your moaning suddenly jumped an octave as your already sensitive clit grinded against him with every thrust. Halbrand stared deeply into your eyes, his face taken by the building of ecstasy within him. You held his gaze the entire time, not desiring to look anywhere else, nor to close your eyes in surrender to the pleasure. You were drowning in each other, breathing heavy and fast, soaked in sweat.

"I love you... so much..." whispered Halbrand, barely able to get the words out. You kissed him lovingly, your movements slowing, and replied, "And I... love you..." before crashing your mouth into his once more. It was then that Halbrand took control. Still holding onto you, remaining inside of you, he changed swiftly from sitting to resting on his shins. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, clinging to his body desperately as he thrusted deeply into you, his strength on display.

Your hips met with his again and again and again, his speed was relentless. Foreheads touching, open mouths hovering over each other, you both dug your fingernails into each others backs, no doubt drawing blood. It was this small burst of pain that pushed you both off the edge. Your cries collided as you howled into each other, the euphoria almost too much to bear, you wondered if you might expire completely. His tongue darted out searching for yours, which you took into your mouth, sucking on it feverishly. As you both began to descend from the incredible high you just reached, your kissing became more loving as the lust faded from you. There were long and slow touchings of lips upon lips, with one of Halbrand's hands holding your head. Time really had stopped, and you wished this moment would last forever.

Eventually though, you felt the fire beside you begin to wane, and the chill of night started to creep in, forming goosebumps on your skin. "I think sleep is calling us, my love." Halbrand admitted, placing small kisses on your lips and cheeks, before laying you down on the grass, removing himself from within you. He wandered over to your bag, grabbing a blanket, then quickly put out what remained of the flames, taking his place beside you, his body and the warm material ensuring those goosebumps would fast fade away. "I don't wish to sleep... even though we must. I haven't dreamt since before I learned the truth of you." you confessed as you nestled into each other.

"Maybe you don’t need to dream any longer. I'm right in front of you." His words were romantic but a little too saccharine. You chuckled, "You think quite highly of yourself, don't you?" "Well I am a king after all... it shouldn't be beyond me to act the part... just a little." He placed a kiss on your forehead, giving your body a squeeze. "Oh your people are going to love you." you teased, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. "I hope so." The last words he uttered filled with honest uncertainty. Perhaps it would be best to keep that infernal vision upon the hill to yourself, for what good would it do to reveal it? Unless of course, he has already glimpsed it. You attempted to search his eyes for the answer, but before you could find it your body succumbed to its much needed rest.

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miredinmiddleearth · 2 years

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Rings of Power, Ep. 5 Review - Slowly Losing My Mind

I don’t know if I can keep going. This show has broken me. Here are my thoughts on episode five:

1. Harfoot explains about migrating from place to place, eating food they didn’t plant or nurture or stick around to care for. Gosh, can’t put my finger on why that sounds familiar...Almost like a certain company...

2. Creepy people in white from the trailer are finally here! For exactly thirty seconds and zero purpose.

3. Prediction: Adar (aka orc elf) is related to Gil-galad somehow. Same squiggle armor is worn by both.

4. Summary of my feelings on the middle of the episode: Don’t care. Don’t care. Sloppy. Boring. Dumb. I’d break these thoughts down by scene and characters, but that requires effort, and why should I put in any effort when the show doesn’t, either?

5. The guttural, exhausted noise I made when I realized they were going to have Galadriel spar with the Numenorean cadets. There’s time for this? Also, she steps in to “teach” the cadets how to kill an orc. I am not kidding when I say her lesson is...stab it. That’s it. Stab the orc. Brilliant advice, Galadriel. Really wouldn’t have thought of that.

Then we proceed to watch a terribly choreographed, slow sword fight so Galadriel can look like she’s cool or something? Definitely doesn’t work.

6. Oh good, show that brags about feminism and championing women uses women as set dressing during the table scene. We can’t just have a table of men. We need women at the table. They need character names? Lines of dialogue? Nah. Just sit them at the table.

7. Just when you think the show couldn’t get any dumber, they hereby present to you - Mithril: An Amazon Original Origin Story. Featuring made up Silmaril lore, a balrog, an unnamed elf, a tree, and an accidental lightning strike.

8. Guys. It hurts. The Gil-galad conversation with Elrond goes to places that are too stupid for words. Contradictions galore, mixed up and messed up character motivations, and inventions that totally destroy whatever direction the world could go. Prepare for the stupid:

In this show, the process of elves dwindling has just begun. Why? Don’t ask questions. But boy oh boy, the solution. Apparently their goal is to get as much mithril as possible and “saturate” the elves. I AM NOT JOKING.

What are they going to do? Gather the elves into a circle and rub mithril on their skin? Go to a mithril spa? Shoot a laser beam through a mithril shard at a crowd of all the elves? WHY DOES MITHRIL NEED A BACKSTORY OR SUCH A PURPOSE? WHY IS IT SUDDENLY THE ROOT OF ELVEN IMMORTALITY AND SALVATION THEWERHUWIEFHBALHUIQZ GAH.

ALSO. Let’s remember that this show is largely about the fall of Numenor. In case you didn’t know, Numenor falls because its people grow so desperate for immortality that they seek it in Valinor, and are thus punished in the most extreme way possible. I guess they should have just mined some mithril!

9. Elrond makes a giant deal of not breaking his oath to Durin about keeping mithril a secret, as he should. Then he proceeds to give Celebrimbor the mithril shard and doesn’t count that as breaking his oath. How does this make sense?

10. Two ships get blown up (gosh, don’t get me started on the extreme lack of character motivations), and Numenor has three ships left. Wait wait wait. Numenor. Greatest naval force ever. Island nation. Has five ships TOTAL?

11. Emotional moment between Galadriel and Halbrand not earned. Blah blah blah. I’m terrible at leading. I’m annoying. Yeah we know. We see it literally in every scene you’re in.

12. Absolutely no idea why Elendil’s daughter is here or what she wants.

13. The armor. Look, I don’t understand the choice to give a horse-y aesthetic to the Numenorean soldiers. Horse tails on helmets? For an island nation not known for their horses? Where would they get so much hair? Also, lol, those “nose guards.”

14. Where did Galadriel get the custom armor she wears at the end? She showed up on the island in rags. Are they implying Halbrand made it in, like, a week? Why do I keep asking for basic storytelling competency? Search me!

15. One brief positive: I could listen to Elendil’s delivery of “For Middle-earth” about five million times.

16. You’re telling me they’re bringing 500 men on those three little ships? And the preview for next week implies they’re bringing a whole cavalry of horses, too? Is there an iceberg worth of boat under the water?

Guess what. The episode ends in the same place they started the episode. Numenoreans are gearing up to go to middle earth. All the conflict got us back to where we started. What a great use of an hour to tell a story. I am so done. I don’t think I can do this again. If this is the last time I review, may I just say...

UGGHGHGHGHGGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGGGGGHGHHHHGGHGHGHGH

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the-fallen-ones-posts · 1 year

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I amar prestar aen. Han matho ne nen. Han mathon ned chae. A han noston ned 'wilith.

The world is changed I feel it in the water I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.

It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves under they sky. Seven to the Dwarfs in their mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of men, who, above all else, desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race.

But they were, all of them, deceived, for another Ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master Ring, to control all others. And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life.

One Ring to rule them all.

One by one, the free lands of Middle-Earth fell to the power of the Ring, but there were some who resisted.

A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth.

Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father’s sword.

He stomped on Narsil and the sword broke under the boot, with his right hand and the one ring he held the mace, with his left he grabbed Isildur by the neck and he lifted Isildur high up in the air and Sauron transformed back.

Isildur was like a punching bag in Halbrand's left arm and Isildur looked with big eyes, "huh? What the fuck. This cannot be true. The last trace of humanity. There you are. You're back, it's been years ago. Halbrand. The last platoon of humanity that you lost on Numenor is back. The last trait of humanity in you is back", Isildur hung like a sip of water in Halbrand's left arm and he threw Isildur crushing and thundering like a small stone into the ranks of the Dunedain and Elves, "FUCK OFF BACK TO ARNOR! Fuck off back to Annuminas and bang your whore, you little bunch of shit", roared Halbrand.

"You're a virgin and i'm not haha haha what a loser. Kneel! On your knees. Kneel before the Elves and cry for your life Mairon. Tremble in FEAR Mairon! Submit to Vilya!

KNEEL DOWN! LET IT BE FEAR", roared Elrond like a maniac. Elrond shot a whirlwind with Vilya at Halbrand and the one ring shattered the whirlwind with a thunderclap.

"The one ring answers only to Halbrand alone he has no other master", said Talion and Khamul laughing.

A gust of wind came towards Halbrand and the ring formed a sphere and the gust of wind was smashed in all directions, "Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrâkatuluk agh burzum ishi krimpatul.

One Ring to rule them all, one Ring to find them. One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness, bind them", roared the one Ring and Elrond and the elves covered the ears and the one ring, the orcs, Halbrand, trolls, Nazgul, laughed aloud, "Buy earmuffs when you have a problem with Black Speech."

The most epic fight: The one Ring versus the airy one Vilya. The Fallen One versus The Lord of Rivendell

"I DEMAND YOU TO KNEEL MAIRON. GIVE ME THE ONE RING. THE HOUSE OF ELROND SENDS HIS REGARDS!

I will humiliate you completely!

I SAID KNEEL A NO WILL NOT BE TOLERATED I'LL DRAG YOU THROUGH VALINOR", Elrond and Vilya shot a tidal wave of galloping horses at Halbrand and the one ring broke it apart with a bolt of lightning. Galloping water horses darted at Halbrand and the one ring formed lightning and crushed it, "oh come on boy, you know what half-elf, you can hope, fear, think and believe what you want, Peredhel.

Oh come on boy you know how me the elves would never kneel to me and I never kneel to you. Damn proud that i'm still a virgin you are probably contagious with STDs and your Dad was a hypocritical asshole! Do you know that i hate that name? I hate the name Mairon.

Phew Mairon, Annatar, Gorthaur, Sauron, Zigur i tremble in fear, no not really.

•Memories of bygone ages, fragments of the past: A good man can fall

The beginning of the days

I have been awake since before the breaking of the first silence. In that Time I have had many names.•

Call me the fallen one call me the biggest loss with the heavenly hosts, i was the biggest loss, I never wanted to be a Maiar either. In heaven and here on Arda it would have escalated when Melkor had immediately declared war on everything and everyone.

A good man can fall I was a good man for over a thousand years before I fell in the first age, Peredhel, the breaking of the first silence, the beginning of the days, half-elf. The good man has fallen, I was a good man for over a thousand years when I came to Arda, half-elf! Perfectionism is just as unattainable as buying earmuffs because you have a problem with black speech, Elrond Peredhel, son of the hypocritical asshole Earendil!

My name is Halbrand!

I'm not a puppy you can take for a walk I am no mutt for hypocritical elves because you don't like something", roared Halbrand back.

Isildur landed right in Elrond and both men were thrown against a rock by the immense force and the rock broke apart through the tremendous force, "that was a lesson for me, ouch my back oh that was memorable for the rest of life now I can't sit for a week that was a lesson for this stupid, spoiled Dunedain", said Isildur and he rubbed his back.

"Hypocritical Elves. Your and Galadriel's double standards and immortality Elrond it stinks after dog shit you little, hypocritical bastards", screamed Isildur and the Dunedain and Elrond and the elves didn't say a word.

"Get out of my country! GET OUT! OUT! Everyone of you OUT! I SAID OUT! You have no reason to be here", roared Halbrand.

"Away in rank and file. No Dunedain will approach your land I'm not challenging you Halbrand i'm no better than you, the eyes of the Dunedain are not upon you. Halbrand you have my word no Dunedain will approach your borders within 100 miles.

I am not threatening or challenging you thank you for everything you gave it was more than just real Halbrand you're a real man you did nothing wrong. I don't blame you for anything. Nobody has permission to judge you you were a gray hero. You are on your own side. This is "fucking" Halbrand the best man of all.

Back to the borders. You're due Elrond for your mistakes, I can drag you through the streets of Annuminas too Elrond. That is just hatred which Halbrand has for the elves, you are not innocent.

Go to a doctor when you have a fucking problem Peredhel that goes for you, the wanker Celeborn, the motherfucker Finrod and the hypocritical Noldor Princess Galadriel that goes for all four of you you four are not as important as you think you are and Valinor is not innocent!

Isildur vs. Elrond

"You'd throw me into the fires of Mount Doom when you had the chance you hypocritical pig. Elves are a bunch of hypocrites", roared Isildur and the Dunedain. Elrond and the elves didn't say a word, "fuck."

Everything you want is war it's a fact", called Isildur and the Dunedain and they retired in order and Elrond and elves didn't say a word. Isildur and the Dunedain waved goodbye to Halbrand, and Halbrand waved back. Elrond rubbed his head, "fuck."

Elrond eyed Halbrand and Halbrand waved him away, "move your ass! Get your ass off my borders and put your penis in your bitch Celebrian! Get out of my country you little hypocritical asshole! You have no reason to be here move your ass away from my land what is so hard to understand about a no! Get earmuffs when you have a problem with black speech! Go to a Doctor when you have a Problem! Get your muzzle out of my sight before I punch it! I SAID GET OUT YOU LITTLE BASTARD. IT'S MY LAND! IT'S MY RING! What is so difficult to understand", screamed Halbrand like a deafening jackhammer that knees wobbled.

Elrond and the elves didn't say a word and walked away. A single tear ran down Elrond's face, "fuck."

Halbrand watched them go until they were gone, "go be free", said Halbrand and all Orcs, Wargs, Haradrim, Rhun soldiers, Trolls smiled, "you were always the best we always loved you. We'll never forget you Halbrand", and all of the Orcs, Wargs, Haradhrim, Rhun soldiers, Trolls smiled and walked away from Mordor. Halbrand put a hand on the nine Nazgul with the one ring, "Go my brothers and sisters. Go. Find Peace. Find peace! I redeem you my Brothers and Sisters."

The nine ringwraiths, Sauron's mouth, the Witch King, Khamul, Talion smiled and they crumbled to dust, "Farewell Halbrand. We always loved you brother. You were the best leader, general, king, chief, warrior, lord, commander, politician of all. You were the best of all it is so much more than just real this is far from over.

Halbrand pulls himself to Justice, Damage repaired, a good deed, something more than just real

On a scale of 1 to 10, you are an 11 you're the best. You're awesome. We will never forget you Halbrand.

Mordor remembers Halbrand. You helped enough and you gave enough. You are far smarter than Melkor or Manwë could ever be. You are far smarter than Melkor could ever be. Melkor would try to kill you first of all when he came back. Shit would have been up in heaven and earth when he had declared war on you all right away.

The student has far surpassed the master Halbrand. Girls, grab a guy who does craft. Very stylish jewelry if you ask me", and the nine ringwraiths, Sauron's mouth, the Witch-King, Khamul crumbled to dust.

The nine rings of power fell to the Ground powerless and Halbrand threw the nine rings of the Ringwraiths in the fires of Mount Doom and Halbrand closed the Black Gate with magic.

Halbrand went back to Barad-Dûr alone and ate clams when a tidal wave came at him and he smashed it, "get out of my land Artanis! GET OUT!"

"You're a virgin Sauron and i am not haha haha haha haha. What a loser. You don't even know how to use your penis. Haha haha. You're just a loser nothing more, pillow fucker. I'm so much better than you. What a loser. I'm a Goddess and you're nothing haha haha I'm perfect. You can't anything Sauron. Wimp. I'll make you the laughing stock in Valinor haha haha, wimp what a loser I'll go to Alqualonde and make you a laughing stock Mairon. I can have anyone, I could easily kill you you little pillow fucker i can find you anywhere. I can kill you with your own arm Gorthaur. I would take any other guy but you, little wanker. Just a loser in life, you and your smelly ring. I could cuckold you with anyone. I'm so much better than you. You're just doomed. Violence against men is always justified. I love it when men suffer and beg. A dog kicked your ass haha haha haha haha what a big loser. FEAR ME BASTARD! Kneel and suck my boots!

FEAR ME, LOVE ME AND DISPAIR BASTARD! Wallow in the dirt in front of me!

I SAID FEAR ME, CRY FOR YOUR LIFE! MY WILL, LET IT BE FEAR! I'M QUEEN!

Feel the foundations of the earth BASTARD!

Submit to me!

Give me the one Ring! FEAR ME.

INSTEAD OF A DARK LORD YOU HAVE A VERY ANGRY SHE-ELF", screamed Galadriel like a maniac.

"Submit", screamed Nenya madly, "huh? Wait. Hold on. Hold my ale. Wait let me think for a second. How about a...NO. NO", said the one Ring and Halbrand sipped wine and shoved Galadriel's magic away.

The earth trembled and a massive water wave rushed towards Halbrand and the one ring shattered the wave with strikes of thunder.

The most epic fight: Stronger than the foundations of the Earth: Pure disgust and hate:

The greatest loss in the heavenly hosts

vs.

The Lady of Light.

The one Ring vs. the watery one of Adamant Nenya

A tornado rushed towards him and the one ring smashed it with a bang, "fuck off back to Lorien you little whore, I never kneel before you, cruel bitch. My knees don't bend that easily, madwoman! The Silmaril also seem to have driven you insane in the head like your hypocritical Uncle Feanor, Artanis!"

Galadriel screamed, "I SAID FEAR ME! KNEEL AND KISS MY BOOTS. LET IT BE FEAR. I'll fuck your head until you're dumb I'll wash your head until you're stupid in the brain you little brainwashed whore. Kneel before the elves! KNEEL INFRONT OF ME AND CRY BASTARD", yelled Galadriel and Nenya's magic, Galadriel and her luminous form shot at Halbrand, and Halbrand and the One Ring's power pushed it away.

"ON YOUR KNEES BASTARD", screamed Galadriel like a madwoman. Galadriel and Nenya shot a pillar of flame from Laurelin and Telperion at Halbrand and the one ring shattered it with a thunderbolt.

"I KILL YOU YOU LITTLE WANKER", Heavy magic clashed, Galadriel shooting magical storms at Halbrand and he formed a magical mirror, "Thirst cannot be stilled by drinking seawater, can it Artanis, of the hypocritical House of Finarfin", said Halbrand.

"I kill you Bastard I am queen, I am goddess", screamed Galadriel like a maniac. Galadriel shot magical whips at Halbrand and he shattered it with magical shields and reflected it back and Galadriel landed on the ground, "YOU! You're no Queen you're just a whore that's what you are you're just a smelly cow, nothing more nothing less. You will never be a Queen you're no more than a cruel, mad bitch who would fuck with anyone.

And damn proud that I'm still a virgin and you and your whore daughter Celebrian aren't. No need to catch STDs from you, smelly whore.

By the love to the All Father Eru Iluvatar, please let the Maiar of the 3 Age eat his clams in peace. I want to chill, Artanis!

And you have no business here at all. You out of all of them.

I said leave me alone! You're hypocritical, you keep threatening me. Your appointment with the doctor has long expired. Get out of my borders with your smelly magic and your hypocritical ring Nenya you smelly Noldor Princess, that you not choke on your own double standards borders on madness and stupidity Altáriel of the hypocritical House of Finarfin. I worked until i was very old i have more money than you and your hypocritical Friend Elrond.

You're a hypocrite like your smelly brother Finrod and stupid uncle Feanor you are a madwoman probably the silmaril drove you insane in the head too because of your ugly bloodlines and legacies, SMELLY COW!

You'd have to choke on your own bullshit you babble. Smelly, hypocritical Lady of the Galadhrim. Get out of my Land Altáriel. You have no reasons to be here let alone having to constantly challenge or threaten me. AWAY FROM MY BORDERS. Nothing is your business! Leave me alone!

Little, smelly, hypocritical cow.

I would let you win I would throw myself into Mount Doom with the ring, Galadriel. I am not on your side, you are cruel and insane Altáriel you're just a bitch nothing more, and you have never been on my side. Enough said.

So you have your way, i can say and do what i want someone would always say it's wrong. I'll let you win in the end. As soon as this is all over, I'll throw myself into Mount Doom", said Halbrand and Galadriel teleported away.

Halbrand ate clams in Barad-Dur and drank wine and read in books and got into bed, and he fell asleep peacefully, "I think in the next years I'll ride east and look around a little and see if things can be changed", thought Halbrand and he fell asleep.

Lorien

Galadriel roared insanely angry in Lorien, "I'M QUEEN! QUEEN! QUEEN! MY WILL! MY WILL ALONE! I WANT TO BE A QUEEN!"

Haldir, Celebrian, Celeborn and the Galadhrim shook their heads.

"It was a draw, he's equal to us we're not stronger than Halbrand. He won against the last alliance, he disbanded the nazgul and released the orcs, haradhrim, trolls.

That's a problem with the Noldor, the pride and hypocrisy.

And now let's take a close look at the politics, visions, magic and we tug at the rat's tail and we'll see what could happen. Now we're going to address J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson directly.

By the love to the All Father Eru Iluvatar we have to completely touch this whole framework and listen closely to what's being said and we cover it all so that everyone is hit. And now let's take a look and we wiggle this a bit.

So what happened now? How could he be standing there where he was? Yes, that was an attack on freedom. Land has been snatched, Mordor, Southlands. Freedom was attacked really hard. War-torn country. Freedom was banged really hard in the ass without lube to the bitter stop. We could also have attacked Dol Goldur or Angmar to change something.

This makes Halbrand a gray hero or an anti hero, anti hero does not have a happy ending, until another evil creature would come with a own evil will, until a villain or new powers, new magic, new monsters would emerge - he is neither good nor bad.

And that means let the good win -

A gray hero is not a PRO HERO - That makes Halbrand grey, a gray hero or an anti hero that means, conversely, there is something good in him and it can be many things that are as wide as a bouquet of flowers - maybe crack; disturbed or unserious. It creaks there a little bit in the beams.

And all for a woman she's is just a hypocrite like her brother Finrod - until the last trace of humanity was gone. Something in him says this is wrong. Something says he can heal and he can change a little thing and he disbanded the Ringwraiths there he dragged himself to justice a good deed, he apologized, he released the orcs, trolls, wargs and the others, also a good deed and something more than just real. He must accept that he committed these acts.

Yes a hero on his own way.

Yes betrayal, yes genocide, yes evil deeds.

Yes a good man can fall.

It was the energy - "i will show them" - and Halbrand showed what can happen - a power vacuum; - fight for land; wheels of power - and a power vacuum can create terrible things. And in Arnor, for example, there more and more hill people split off from the Dunedain. When the Nazgul and Orcs say they loved him in their own way, you can't change that Altáriel and the Ringwraiths are gone.

A place in world history, Halbrand won against the last alliance, he helped in politics, metallurgy, warfare, leadership and we have to make the best of it.

There are many political problems, gray or narrow-minded politics abound. There are enough issues that need to be changed otherwise we will have civil wars again, which will degenerate into world wars.

And we can be glad Melkor hasn't shown up yet and he will and then we all have real problems, Melkor is Palpatine the two are of a class and are probably best friends the two probably have a beer together every night and laugh up the sleeve.

Melkor is evil personified.

Melkor is Lucifer.

Melkor says - "I'm the villain and I don't give a shit".

It's the energy - "Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis The Wise?"

It's the energy - "The boss is screwing you and he's screwing you really hard. The boss is the heavyweight. The boss gives you a really bad time. The boss is really shoving shit in your face. The boss is ready for Champions League."

It's the energy - "Here we have the big boss and with the big boss you can't eat cherries with him. The big boss plays really bad. The big boss is really heavy."

You know, Lady Galadriel, you would have to travel to the other continents alone to see what things needed to be done differently. That energy speaks volumes and shows the whole truth. Why this energy - I can make him worse? Why this energy - I'm fed up with the dark Lord instead you have a very angry she-elf? Why this energy - i go west and i will remain Galadriel? Why this energy - I can kill him with his own arm? Why this energy - he deceived me and as an excuse he was hot? Why this energy - I'm a crazy, spoiled Noldor Princess and I force everyone to love me on their knees? Why this energy - I could also cause genocide? Because she's a hypocrite and she's horny to be a Queen. I would like to see stories reversed roles. Halbrand is not needed, he has a place, but neither are you needed Galadriel, you have a place but you will not be a queen Galadriel.

He told you that he can't help you. Halbrand told you that he cannot help you he told you that he committed bad deeds. Believe what you like Galadriel, you are a grown woman. Galadriel if you didn't want to get on that ship to Valinor then you would have had to leave Lindon then you would have had to go away if you can't change something right away or you don't like war, you would have to go away for a while and you would have had to look elsewhere in Middle-earth. You are a murderer, Galadriel, as are all of us, most likely some Elves wanted to be Orcs.

That helped the metal industry.

It is possible to manipulate, it cannot always be manipulated, the emphasis it is possible and that means you should have left Numenor and looked for clues in other places Galadriel. He hid because he never had the true power. If Halbrand had been on another raft or ship - and you would have met the other people on the other raft and you would have been a dead woman Galadriel, you didn't come because of Halbrand or Sauron but because you couldn't change anything at the moment. You are important Galadriel, but not as important as you think, you still need to know where your freedom ends and someone else's freedom begins, wars break out for that as you can see.

You see, Halbrand would throw himself into the fires of Mount Doom with the one ring. You see he would put himself in the line of fire between Melkor and Eru and would accept Melkor killing him.

Galadriel you are immortal what more do you want? You are capable of entering the minds of others Galadriel. This choice between immortality and mortality stinks of dog shit because that's not a choice. Do you think it's cool to be immortal or to have a long life? Because it isn't it is also an assault on liberty. This immortality is madness and stinks to Heaven. When you laugh at someone making mistakes or gossip behind someone's back then you are a whore Altáriel. This immortality is not healthy, it is false and hypocritical Finrod claims it is sane to be immortal and that is not true he's a hypocrite and so are you Galadriel your brother shouldn't be surprised that Halbrand killed him And now you and your brother can start crying in Valinor Halbrand did something for the economy of Numenor when he stood in the forge and swept, you, Elrond and Finrod cannot say that", said Haldir and the Galadhrim and Galadriel hissed like a mad snake, "I'M QUEEN! QUEEN! QUEEN! QUEEN! QUEEN!"

"Whoever says I'm a king or queen isn't a king or queen", said Celeborn and Galadriel punched Celeborn in the face with brutal force, "I CAN HAVE ANYONE I JUST SHOWCASE MY PUSSY WHILE YOU ONLY HAVE A PUNY PENIS", Celebrian punched Galadriel in the face, "do it again i want to see it again hit him again and you're in real trouble!"

"Your unwashed pussy stinks of seaweed. That would be new to me that you can have anyone. You're a loser at fucking. You're just a cruel bitch. Spoiled brat like Finrod, Elrond and Melkor. Melian should have banged Halbrand that would have been cool Melian should have married him after Thingol watched the flowers grow from below", said Celeborn laughing and spat on her feet and everyone laughed aloud over Galadriel. Celebrian laughed aloud over her.

Rebellion

•The hypocrisy of Elrond, Finrod Felagund and Galadriel to be immortal

•The Hypocrisy and Mistakes of Manwë and Eonwë, the Hypocrisy of the Valar

•Melian's police state

•Mortal men doomed to die

•The Kingslaying

•War crimes

•Pride and Prejudice

•Attack and threat to freedom, equality, domestic politics and foreign policy

Haldir shows Galadriel her mistakes, crimes and the limits

The General of the Galadhrim vs. The Lady of Light and Finrod Felagund

"I'm saying I wish I wasn't immortal, I'm saying I wish I wasn't an Elf and I'm not saying I want to be an Orc, Snaga or Uruk you can think what you like Lady Galadriel. And i don't care what you think.

Make out of it what you want LADY GALADRIEL. You won't be able to find out, Lady Galadriel, if some Elves didn't actually want to be Orcs because those Orcs are long dead LADY GALADRIEL! Grab it and make something out of it that is the position you are in as the Lady of Light and as Lady of the Galadhrim.

Free will belongs to Eru Iluvatar and not to you, Manwë, Eonwë, your brother Finrod or Elrond. The free will belongs to the All Father only Eru Iluvatar can give free will", said Haldir and the Galadhrim, "I WANT TO BE A QUEEN", screamed Galadriel like a madwoman, "Nobody needs hypocritical shit just like her hypocritical brother Finrod", said Celeborn, Celebrian and Haldir.

Galadriel didn't say a word and grabbed wine, "i need to get drunk and then i go to a brawl I also want a brawl like Mairon did on Numenor."

"He's proven his worth. Halbrand has given enough, showing what he can and can't do. I don't understand why you keep challenging him. That's enough to start wars as you can see. You are no better than him. Why are you racist towards Halbrand, you are absolutely racist towards him. Yes you're a hypocrite like Finrod. This immortality stinks to high heaven. I'll tell you something Lady Galadriel, I wish I was alone like Halbrand, I wish I wasn't an elf, Lady Galadriel. The assault on liberty through Sauron was one thing, but it was also an assault on Halbrand's liberty when the last Alliance attacked he was a Student of Aule and Melkor that doesn't mean he was a friend at the same time of Melkor. The biggest war of all approaches and we all have to prepare for that and Halbrand started it.

The Rebellion in the sky Galadriel in heaven and here on Arda it would have escalated when Melkor had immediately declared war on everything and everyone, Galadriel.

I wish Eru would remove that immortality Eru would have to remove the immortality for this we would all have to pray to him who are immortal that he removes it, and there Halbrand can help and it wouldn't even be for free for him, that we don't want the immortality but that we want to see our end in the near future.

Melkor would try to kill Halbrand first when he came back and I say he would try and Halbrand knows that. You are not as smart as you think you are Galadriel. The student was always stronger than the master. Melkor could never be where Halbrand stood. Everything is connected Galadriel. War bad, and sometimes you don't have a choice.

Melkor cannot stand where Halbrand stood. This is Halbrand's position as a former student of Melkor.

We all get real trouble when Melkor, Ancalagon, Gothmog and Ungoliant return one day.

Halbrand was stronger than Melkor at any point in his life and Melkor didn't realize it because now Melkor realizes that Halbrand, and we must start calling him that, was always stronger and that means Halbrand protects, and that makes him a knight, and that's also a good deed and something more than just real, he draws Melkor's attention completely and that means you still have to take action against Melkor otherwise you're a bloody hypocrite. Melkor will show up somewhere and we have to realize that he can't hunt Halbrand right away events will occur now. Melkor is a term he shared in the knowledge of the other Valar, Melkor was selfish he is evil personified. Halbrand draws Melkor's eyes completely on himself.

"When Morgoth was defeated, it was like a big fist around my neck was gone."

The big Boss, The Corrupter, Lucifer, This guy is really heavy, this guy plays in the Champions League, this guy pours you shit in the face, the snake, the greatest villain that ever existed, evil personified, this guy and Palpatine are best friends, here you have to really muster something to defeat and kill this guy

versus

the former Student: Which of the two men is smarter

Mirkwood

"They're coming. With the one ring and the three elven rings he can destroy Eru", said Celeborn and he, Legolas, Thranduil, Haldir, Tauriel and the Galadhrim looked to the sky.

Valinor

Galadriel, Melian and Finrod ran to a window, "fuck."

Lindon

Cirdan, Gandalf and Galdor looked to the heaven, "oh damn shit."

Rivendell

Elrond, Glorfindel, Celebrian looked up at the northern sky, "oh no. No no no please no."

Annuminas, Arnor, northern Kingdom

Isildur, Elendur, Valandil and the Dunedain ran to the king's court, "Please no."

East sea

Halbrand looked to the sky, "YOU! I've got completely different words in my head you spoiled brat! I have really hard words in my head. You're just a child throwing a tantrum Melkor, I have really hard words for you, you stupid bunch of shit", said Halbrand and the one Ring.

Eru Iluvatar, Melian, Eonwë, Aulë, Tulkas, Ulmo and Manwë laughed aloud in Valinor, "that's it."

Jet-black chains broke apart with a clatter across his back. Ankle shackles jumped out of their moorings and the chain snapped apart by inky magic. Wires with iron chains sprang from his ankles. Handcuffs fell to the floor with a crash and a crack ripped through the void, "TO WAR! I'll rape and kill you Halbrand. I'll kill you first my former student. I will kill you all. Kill them all", roared Morgoth like a maniac in the shallows and from the primeval depths rose Ungoliant, Glaurung, Carcharoth, Gothmog and Ancalagon.

The master was always far surpassed. The disciple was always stronger, smarter and wiser than the master. The student was always more important, smarter and stronger than the master. The student is stronger than Earendil the Sailor.

There is a difference between strength and power

The apprentice was stronger than Melkor at any point in his life and Morgoth didn't realize it

After everything that's happened, everything that's happening right now after the power vacuum, Melkor would try to kill Halbrand first. Most likely some Elves even wanted to be Orcs.

The student has far surpassed the master and Halbrand would destroy the one ring when Melkor was weakened and dead and that would destroy Mount Doom, the Black Gate, Barad-Dur and Mordor and that are cool and good deeds and good deeds are so much more than real but you can't force it right away Galadriel and that's maybe the best he can be.

Morgoth would never try to kill or capture you or Elrond first, never ever Galadriel. You undermine Halbrand and that's enough to start wars Galadriel.

The disciple is far stronger, smarter and wiser than the master.

Halbrand is the lesser evil because he's on his own side that's what you need to understand Galadriel. You have to understand Halbrand is alone.

Melkor would try to kill Halbrand first and then shit would really take off, Morgoth would never kill or capture you first Galadriel, never. It's called feud.

Halbrand would never fight Melkor at your side Galadriel. Halbrand is on his own side. Halbrand is constantly being challenged by someone. You're no cooler than him. Isildur is no cooler than Halbrand. Elrond isn't cooler.

Elrond would throw Isildur into the fires of Mount Doom if he had the chance, Galadriel.

We've all been in Middle-earth too long, Galadriel. We all, all elves, should have gone to Valinor for some time. Halbrand, Celeborn, Elrond, you, me, others, we've been on the continent too long Galadriel.

Yes Middle-Earth is my home like Valinor but we were too long here.

Middle-Earth is my home but so is it by Halbrand. Manwë made mistakes this immortality stinks to Heaven I wish I wasn't an elf.

We all get in real trouble when Morgoth or Ungoliant come back one day, then Valinor would be due and rightly so", said Haldir and the Galadhrim and Celeborn nodded, "yes."

Celebrian nodded.

"That's the whole point he was a good man for well over a thousand years before he fell in the first age, you almost think he's been a good man long enough when you look at this shit.

Evil has been in the world since the Ainulindale, Melkor was defeated and Halbrand never had the true power so he went into hiding and it makes perfect sense that he doesn't want to be a Maiar. The Kraken of Moria, for example, is self-contained.

He'd rather throw himself into the fires of Mount Doom with the ring when it's over. That has to be thought about. He'd rather shout out to Eru that he doesn't want to be immortal when it's over and Eru Iluvatar would fulfill it, free will is with the All-Father alone, Eru loves him, Eru will probably be proud of everything Halbrand has achieved.

The beginning of the days the breaking of the First Silence when he came to Arda with the Valar and the other Maiar, yes a good man can fall and yet he was a good man for thousand years before he fell in the first Age.

Halbrand is not Lucifer or Satan he is set a few floors below. Melkor is Lucifer or Satan.

Maybe he doesn't want to be a Maiar.

He would destroy the Ring as you can see when it was over, but he would also throw himself into the fires of Mount Doom, and that's not right either I definitely don't want to see him throwing himself into the fires of Mount Doom this is my opinion, it has to end somewhere, an unjust peace is far worse.

Most likely some elves wanted to be orcs, you won't be able to find out anymore because these orcs or elves are long dead.

Feanor killed a lot of people.

The elves have made many mistakes. We wouldn't know him when he were perhaps the most outstanding blacksmith, politician or jeweler in the World on the other continents and he had never been a Maiar, that also has to be considered, we can't twist the shit how it fits. This isn't just a battle between good and evil it's so much more than just real.

I don't want to be immortal either. I don't want to be an elf either and I'm not saying I want to be an orc.

Everyone should do what they want, I would very much like to die sooner or see my end sooner.

The Valar are a bunch of hypocrites. Melian was a bloody hypocrite. I would also like to chill out.

Halbrand would throw himself with the ring into the fires of Mount Doom when it was over.

Eru Iluvatar

I definitely don't want to see him throw himself into Mount Doom I would throw up it's just my opinion you can all think what you want, I don't give a fuck, think what you want you are all adults, that also has something to do with acceptance. The elves are not that important, after the fight against Melkor all elves should have gone to Valinor for a certain time, all elves and not some. I would also like to be alone as he is I would have no problem being alone or dying alone Elrond fucks and kisses terribly, I would also like to have decent fucks. I wish I was still a virgin I wish I wasn't a mother, I'd like to fall in love properly Elrond just fucks horribly that is very terrible I would like to have sex more often. Elrond is terrible in bed I would like more sex too. I'd like to just go out there and see what's in store for me I would just like to wait and see what happens I never wanted to be an elf either. He has more money than everyone else he worked until he was old. He never took a day off and was always working it's more than understandable that he wants to chill out, I'd like that too. He dismissed the orcs and disbanded the nazgul, very good deeds.

Look how much money he's got in his pockets, he's filthy rich by heavy metal industry. He probably has more money than anyone in the known world.

I'd love to have more sex, I'd love to have sex with a stranger. I would like to have a sex relationship, one night stand. He's extremely old and can tell he's a virgin I wish I was alone like he is. There's no fucking in this world, it's always about power", said Celebrian and Celeborn, the Galadhrim and Haldir nodded.

"Damn it! Fuck! Crap! DAMN SHIT. I want to be a Queen", Galadriel smashed dishes at the trees in Lorien and Celeborn, Haldir and the Galadhrim ducked their heads, "away from here there is war out there.

I wish I was alone I wish I was still a virgin the sex is cruel, you fuck terribly you are terrible and cruel in bed do you know that Galadriel.

Those are lies you're not better than him, you're not that important that would be news to me that you can have any woman or man you're cruel, mad and hypocritical Altáriel.

You are an absolute loser at fucking Galadriel. I would like to have a reasonable fuck", said Celeborn and Galadriel didn't say a word and Haldir and all of the Galadhrim laughed aloud over her and Galadriel grabbed wine, "crap", and Celebrian, Haldir and the Galadhrim laughed aloud over Galadriel.

Celeborn annuls the marriage. Celeborn says marriage never happened and Galadriel could do a handstand and couldn't change it

"I wish I was as smart, powerful, and strong as Halbrand was it was more than just real. The way he threw Isildur into the ranks of the Dunedain and Elves with his tremendous force was cool. Nothing is his fault he won against the last Alliance the Nazgul are disbanded", said Celeborn, "and I'll tell you something Altáriel, the hatred against the dwarves is just and legitimate, you are not as important as you think you are Galadriel. Finrod made mistakes, Galadriel. He would rip your head off if you visited him in Valinor, Valinor is not innocent. Finrod might protect things too, and he doesn't do it because he thinks it's cool to be immortal. Elendil, Gil-galad, they made mistakes. Manwë, Eonwë they made mistakes. Halbrand is on his own side he told you to leave him alone that he can't help you. I wish I could have given and helped with as much as he did", said Celeborn, "Oh by the way Galadriel, I'm annulling the marriage. The marriage never took place Galadriel. You are not as important and smart as you think, I hereby annul the marriage it never took place Galadriel."

Galadriel screamed and she smashed dishes, chairs, china and plates at the Mallorn trees, "fuck, fuck, fuck. DAMN SHIT!"

"I won't help you with anything anymore when you want to spend time in Valinor in the next years find the ways, powers, resources, protections, or magic for it and you will find ways to get to Valinor for yourself and others I know this because you are extremely magical and resourceful Galadriel.

Valinor is not innocent. We are now divorced people, i am free, i am not yours, Haldir is not yours. We're now divorced people Galadriel i'm not yours and i'm not a malewife. If you want to stay in Valinor forever fine, but then leave him alone.

I finally want to fall in love properly. It's enough I've had enough. He doesn't have to prove anything. You're free Galadriel but so is Halbrand and you have to understand that you don't have to deal with him, but he doesn't have to deal with you either. Halbrand is not yours and you're not his", called Celeborn through the trees and he walked away with Haldir and the Galadhrim, "Yes, I definitely need to spend some time in Valinor over the next few months and years. I will find the magic to get there. Talk to him or don't. He has a place as soon as Melkor is back. Halbrand would throw himself into the fires of Mount Doom, Galadriel, think about that. Talk to him or leave him alone. You were never on his side and he was never on your side you made mistakes Galadriel, you're not stupid but you're not as smart as you think you are, it's enough Galadriel. He'd would rather call to Eru Iluvatar that he doesn't want to be immortal.

He would let you win he would throw himself into Mount Doom Galadriel.

Go to Valinor for some time Galadriel, find a way that's your job as Lady of Light, and come back in a few years or stay in Valinor forever but leave him alone.

Halbrand wears strength and darkness equally like you. You would smile and laugh as soon as he would throw himself into Mount Doom and that's not right either", said Celeborn and walked away with Haldir and the Galadhrim and Galadriel screamed like a madwoman through Lorien.

"Everyone is replaceable Galadriel.

I would love to have seen her feud with someone else. Machiavelli, because this good versus evil stinks to high heaven.

One would almost think there should be sex more often. One would almost think there should be more political marriages and relationships.

Games for power, politics, leadership, survival, warfare, a power vacuum.

I'd like to see role-reversed stories, I would like to see stories.

Yes, he committed terrible deeds yes a good man can fall and he was a good man for over thousand years before he fell in the 1 Age.

In another world Halbrand would be the greatest goldsmith, jewel designer, ring maker, successful businessman. In another world where there is no Dunedain, Dwarves, Elves, Orcs, Balrogs or Maiar. In another world he would have been happily married long ago. In another world he would have loving and supporting parents and siblings.

Men tend to go head to head in war. Men can be deeply romantic. Men tend to butt heads like bulls.

Women tend to be the snake. The woman tends to pour poison into wine. In this world, sex is practically non-existent, very sad.

There is no such thing as sex on a throne or bastards, illegitimate children in our world", said Haldir.

Celebrian, Celeborn and the Galadhrim nodded and Galadriel didn't say a word and grabbed wine.

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• Convince me otherwise but Aerea went by the name Aerea Royce until she was given a dragon egg (by Viserys) that hatched.

•It was a dark, ugly bronze thing - and when its eyes opened and Aerea saw the colour black, she smiled, having felt as ugly and horrid as the little dragon that settled in her arms - then screeched as it clawed its way to her shoulder, hissing at her eagle that was already seated there.

• Aerea Royce/Targaryen was a child who liked collecting stones - and when she learned of the Runes of her mother's House, she would spend time trying to carve them into the stones. She would keep them on her in a little pouch attached to her belt, and on her dragon as well.

• Aerea makes Daeron take her to Dragonstone and leave her there when she hears that Vermithor is called the "Bronze Fury"

• she nearly dies but it's worth it because after she sings to the dragon in the same way she sings to her eagle, he calms - in a way he's never done so before, and she tells him, "I see you," when she, in truth, sees herself through the eyes of the dragon

• Aerea is a lover of songs - but her most prized possession (after the many weapons she owns) - is the flute her uncle Gerold gave her. It was smooth and unmarked when he gifted it to her, but after years of possession, she began to draw on it with ink - turning the whole thing an ugly black, before she began to carve the runes of her House into it, humming as the calm took over her.

• Aerea Targaryen is horribly connected to Vermithor and her eagle - reason being she's a skinchanger/warg hehe (and fuck she's the blood of the First Men, I'm crying - screw having Cregan Stark be her himbo homeboy's gonna be her Daddy - like, because, she's blood of the First Men and so is he... and she didn't have a father or mother to teach her of the Old God's or anything like that. I mean she did but with Cregan it's different because he's a Stark.)

• Aerea's eagle is called either Sauron or Halbrand I haven't decided it yet - and she has a horse too. I think her eagle will be called Sauron, and her horse will be Halbrand

• Aerea's possibly the most deserving of the title "Daughter of the Kingdom" because she truly just vibes and has travelled throughout with her horse and eagle (this was before Vermithor) and also she has a sidekick who's her mother's younger cousin somewhat - he's like her little funny boy that she keeps around because he's entertaining enough (gives stiles stilinski vibes)

• Aerea Royce, when she is traveling and gets separated from her uncle/cousin, gets kidnapped by some Mountain clansmen. Aerea is pretty chill, until they state they wish to take her armour and her sword and make her their prisoner. Aerea only laughs, saying, "I've the blood of Kings in my veins. What makes you think I will go down so easily?" All the while she is bound, and made to sit on her ass - before, of course, they can react, her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she loses all consciousness.

• the men all laugh, because "that was easier than expected" but before they can act, they are attacked by an eagle who swoops in their direction, followed by a horse who is kicking and bucking.

• Aerea only wakes once her trusted eagle, Sauron seats himself on her head. Then she ties herself to her horse Halbrand, and has him walk, while she has Sauron search for her lost uncle/cousin, whom she finds a little South.

• Aerea Targaryen is known as the Rogue Lady of Runestone. And she is indeed a rogue, for she once helmed a revenge plot - being the only female among four other men, all of whom were angry at their lord for not doing something he was supposed to. Seeing as these men were part of her land - the land she was meant to be lady of (but wasn't for complicated plot reasons), she decided to screw it and help them.

• afterwards, Aerea goes with her Merry Stone Men (who all swear themselves to her service - save for one dude he just wants to live a peaceful life) to King's Landing where she demands her Uncle name her Lady of Runestone, and grant her power to her words and if he will not do that, then she demands he holds the corrupt lords in the lands responsible for their depravity (moral corruption).

• Aerea is, honestly, without Daemon, an amazing Leader and Lady. And also, her travels with her eagle, horse, and later on, dragon, gives me Dunk and Egg vibes

#house royce #aerea royce #aerea targaryen #the bronze dragon of the vale #soldier #wip: heretic #daeron targaryen

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abnerkrill · 1 year

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rings of power for the fandom game? :)

thank you!!!!! i was hoping for rings of power :))

Blorbo: you know it’s a tough one between Adar, Elrond and Miriel but given that my blog theme and much of my obsessive energy has been spent lovingly on Adar, I will go with the Uruk ^_^

Scrunkly: okay this is Elrond. Baby baby boy. my beautiful son. i wish to pat his head and cheeks and tell him he’s doing a good job and his dad would be proud 🥺

Scrimblo bimblo: Valandil is unappreciated tbh, he’s literally the most beautiful man alive and ppl do NOT give him his dues!!!!!!!

Glup shitto: Revion lol rip my dude. love him though!!

Poor little meow meow: also Adar, he’s sooooooo sad 🥹🥹🥹 I love that for him though, I hope he gets a sickeningly tragic death that makes u feel true doom and despair ❤️ (this is the mark of true love for a character, hoping their end fits the criteria for absolute tragedy as described by George Steiner in his important essay A note on absolute tragedy) (I LOVE ADAR SO MUCH GEEZ I GOTTA WRITE THE FIC AGAINnnn)

Horse plinko: Elendil lmaoooooo time to put this beautiful beautiful man through every imaginable kind of torment ☺️💕

Eeby deeby: honestly as soon as Pharazon gets power and deposes Miriel I’m gonna despise him big-time (interesting character yes yes I know I just am very emotionally fragile about Miriel and the fall of Numenor and I direct much of my energy at him though ofc blame resides with Sauron, the Valar and Eru as well,) anyway Halbrand might also belong here bc. well. hate that guy. love to hate him. u know how it be. given that he’ll probably slay Adar soon-ish I reserve my right to send Sauron to superhell in season 2… though let’s be honest that’s canonically where he ends up after the events of LOTR anyway right? 😜 /j I know about disembodiment pls do not come for my tolkien fan cred based on a joke

Send me a fandom

#trop #labhandar

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reylohno · 1 year

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There Was Only One Raft a Galadriel x Halbrand/Sauron playlist

Lies – The Pierces You've gotten dirty, angel Aren't you ready to come clean? I am looking down with sorrow You say that I'm being mean?

Who Are You, Really? – Mikky Ekko I have nothing left to prove ‘Cause I have nothing left to lose See me bare my teeth for you Who, who are you?

Mastermind – Taylor Swift What if I told you None of it was accidental And the first night that you saw me Nothing was gonna stop me

Church – Fall Out Boy If you were a church, I’d get on my knees Confess my love, I’d know where to be My sanctuary, you’re holy to me If you were a church, I’d get on my knees

The Killing Kind – Marianas Trench Oh, stay We could be together here Forever we’re together bound in madness

ANTI-HERO – SEKAI NO OWARI I'm gonna be the anti-hero Feared and hated by everybody I'm gonna be the anti-hero So I can save you when the time comes

I Come With Knives – IAMX I never promised you an open heart or charity I never wanted to abuse your imagination I come with knives And agony

Burn Butcher Burn – Joey Batey (The Witcher: Season 2) All those lonely miles that you ride Now you'll walk with no one by your side Did you ever even care With your swords and your stupid hair?

The Wolf – PHILDEL I know, my way through the night to your door You know, the blood that I'm owed is all yours […] And if I see you 'round like a ghost in my town, you liar I'll leave with your head oh I'll leave you for dead, sire.

Super Psycho Love – Simon Curtis Aim, pull the trigger Feel the pain getting bigger Go insane from the bitter feeling Trippin' super psycho love

Kiss With A Fist – Florence + The Machine Love sticks, sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit A kick to the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better than none

Power & Control – MARINA Power and control I'm gonna make you fall […] We give and take a little more Eternal game of tug and war

Hatef—k – The Bravery I will show no mercy for you You had no mercy for me The only thing that I ask Love me mercilessly

Bloodstream – Transviolet Lucid reverence, floating in your sacred sin Need your fire against my skin Cosmic violence, chill's drippin' like acid rain Keep coming back 'cause it's you I crave

Feral Love – Wakey!Wakey! Arm your guards, un-break your horses Ours is feral love Call your dogs and special forces All will come undone

Kill! Kill! Kill! – The Pierces I asked you please to leave my heart but you refused to go I can't take this pain much longer You insist on teaching me what I already know Absence made this heart grow fonder

War of Hearts – Ruelle I can't help but be wrong in the dark 'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts I can't help but want oceans to part 'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts

Pomegranate Seeds – Julian Moon Devil, he dragged me down Devil, he dragged me down Pomegranate seeds and a flower crown Devil, he dragged me down

You’ll Be Mine – The Pierces A drop of blood and now you’re taken For all time With a kiss you will awaken And you’ll be mine

Cosmic Love – Florence + The Machine I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map And knew that somehow I could find my way back Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you

#saurondriel #haladriel #trop #i'm doing literally anything but writing fic now huh #playlist #and yes there has to be a cosmic love in any saurondriel list now sorry i don't make the rules #at least a third of these songs were taken straight from my old reylo playlist #same mood #same vibe #just updated to 2022

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pinkbeastie · 2 years

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for everyone who thinks hal is sauron:

not

#protect the sad horse boy #just let him be in love without getting hate #it’s actually adar!sauron yuhhh #the rings of power #rop #trop #galadriel #halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #the lord of the rings #galadriel x halbrand #tolkien #haladriel #halatariel #lotr

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ichabodjane · 2 years

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Halbrand: What do you know of darkness?

The audience members who have read the Silmarillion:

#my sad horse boy son #you have no idea #the rings of power #otp: bind yourself to me #Halbrand #galadriel #the rings of power spoilers #halbrand x galadriel #rings of power memes

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myemuisemo · 2 years

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Galadriel & Halbrand: Bizarro-World Eowyn & Aragorn

The relationship between Galadriel and Halbrand up to episode 7 of Rings of Power is an inverse of the relationship between Eowyn and Aragorn in Lord of the Rings, in ways that make it damn enticing.

She’s a frustrated action girl who loves horses and rejects any effort to squeeze her into a passive role or even to limit her violence to defending the home turf. No, she wants to be out making change and slaying things. He’s (purportedly) a secret king who offers the means to fulfill her dreams.

But the power dynamic is reversed. Aragorn is of the noblest human blood going, on a high and noble quest, while Eowyn is a princess of a lesser ally. Conversely, Galadriel is among the highest of high elves, with a high and noble quest, while Halbrand is (she thinks) a “low man” of much skill and little ambition, the promised ruler of a lesser ally. Just as Aragorn won’t marry Eowyn because he’s got an Elf back home, Galadriel wouldn’t think of stooping to Halbrand because she’s got an Elf husband (who might or might not be alive).

SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 8 ARE ABOUT TO HAPPEN

It’s a really tantalizing set-up, not just to Galadriel (who dearly misses having comrades in arms), but to viewers. We get a male-female relationship with the development and nuance and camaraderie that Tolkien reserved for male-male buddies. It’s shippable. Looking back over the series, it’s not a healthy camaraderie, as it looks like Galadriel pushing slacker!Halbrand in service of her goals, with little regard to what he’s telling her. But hey, he’s not even the worst of Redeemable Bad Boys out there in popular literature: the people he hurts on-screen are undeveloped or actively annoying, and he clearly feels some kind of remorse for his past and some kind of bond with Galadriel.

(I do think he’s genuine in feeling regret about his past, just not the right parts of it. I do think he feels a real bond with Galadriel, but that bond is formed from their anger, pain, and obsession. I don’t think either feels toward the other anything like the courtly love that het couples have in canon, but he feels something.)

Then at the big reveal, Halbrand pulls the power dynamic out from under her feet. The cinematography on this sets it up as equivalent to the big damn romantic moment where the pauper reveals to the princess that he’s a true prince after all. Look at the golden light pouring through the trees! Halbrand is clad in princely rainment (in the same color family as Galadriel’s dress), showing increased self-confidence, and has discovered Elf hair conditioner. Look at those held gazes. This is straight out of not only romance tropes but also the Tolkien playbook of het couples walking together in the garden and deciding they’ll defy life and death for each other. This scene is the uncanny valley of romantic meetings: it’s all there but somehow unsettlingly a little off.

The world stands still on the “I have been alive since before the first breaking of the silence” line. You can see Halbrand’s face relax and flood with power. (Charlie Vickers is brilliant here.) He’s acting like this is a big reveal that shows how awesome he is, which, well, he’s a Maia, who are as far above the Elves as Elves are above Men. It’s like he’s feeling the situation as “Behold! You set out to be the inspiration of a mere Man and instead you inspired a demi-god!” Meanwhile, she’s got to be feeling the implicit mockery of that earlier “without you, I’d be nothing, and I’ll never let anyone forget it” moment – if Sauron could contain his urge to pull people’s tails, he’d do much better. (He may be trying to redeem himself, but he’s still working with a toolbox of unhealthy behaviors and believing he knows best. He’s got that in common with Galadriel in this era, too.)

If he’d stuck to reminding Galadriel of their moments of camaraderie, instead of trying to lean on her with creepy!Fingon, he might plausibly have pulled it off (as a story – we know canon doesn’t allow this). They’ve both talked about how the past can’t be changed; he needed to stay out of hers and focus harder on the many times they’d talked about the possibility of redemption. Up to this point, he’s manipulated her by offering her the opportunity to master her fears, so sullying her past was a huge mistake. Is it made out of lack of respect for the foolish Elf who couldn’t see hints right in front of her face, or is it made because he wants so badly to have this one-Elf army by his side? Could be both – Sauron’s evil seems to spring from having his belief that he’s superior all tangled up with his wants and desires, to the point that it gives him blind spots.

As a sidebar, I hope Bronwyn and Arondir have a happy life in the Pelargir and are allowed to assume that the King Who Was Promised died on the way to Eregion. Thinking back to Bronwyn’s speech about “maybe my people are just destined for darkness and have no choice but to bow to Sauron” gives a sad spin to her being presented by Numenor with a king and savior who is Sauron after all. Unlike Galadriel, she did nothing to bring this upon herself.

#halbrand #the rings of power #sauron #halbrand is sauron #galadriel #to ship or not to ship #power dynamics #rings of power spoilers

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somebirdortheother · 1 year

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10 Lines Tagging Game

I was tagged a few times last week, most recently by @scriberated and @coraleethroughthelookingglass, but then I get hit by the demon of "I'll do it later" and "this is so much copy-pasting"

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, do not be shy and share anyway.

“…and don’t touch anything,” Commander Noldor’s voice came out like a shrill screech as the door of their pod opened with a satisfying whoosh. -> Soon-to-be-published "Breaking the Ice", my Star Trek AU for The Rings of Power (Haladriel/Saurondriel, Explicit, Dubious Consent). This is my first dubcon - wish me luck, but I just HAD to break ground with the classic "sex pollen" trope that has been SORELY LACKING in our fandom.

Ever since the shocking news hit that Professor Sauron had accepted a teaching position at Cambridge, his classes have been a steady hit. It was virtually impossible to get a spot in one of them unless you camped out at the Archaeology program office the night before and were present for sign-up the moment the board with the coveted one hundred lecture spots was posted on the wall of the vine-covered building at 6 am sharp. -> Barbarus, part of the Time And Time Again series with @coraleethroughthelookingglass for The Rings of Power (Haladriel, Explicit)

Tonight, Halbrand was dining in Eregion. -> Blame It On The Wine for the Rings of Power (Haladriel, Explicit) Blame what on the wine? Everything. The fact that I have two Halbrands - one human, one Sauron, random side-adventures and what had been dubbed by the readers as "Platonic FriendsTM"

Useless piece of junk, Halbrand growled, slamming the screwdriver against the workbench with enough force to dislodge a carefully wound spring of his intricate apparatus and send it flying toward his eye. -> Adventures of Arda’s Greatest Inventor, my second Steampunk AU and part of the Welcome to Mordor City universe, for The Rings of Power (Haladriel, M) Mmmhmmm, Steampunk... and I have a map of Mordor City I keep sketching for this universe....

Perched at her writing desk, she eyed the three glass cloches positioned precariously along its edge. -> Mysteries of the Mechanical Wonder, my Steampunk AU and part of the Welcome to Mordor City universe, for The Rings of Power (Haladriel, T) All I can say is that Galadriel is a bit of a Pierre Curie here, and everyone in Mordor City (including her) has secrets

Celebrimbor was one of the best smiths and craftsmen ever. -> To Smith or Not To Smith, my most shithead work to date for The Rings of Power (Saurondriel, Mature) What don't I have in this fic? Abnormal amounts of UST, Sauron getting his current form because Galadriel "walked through his spirit" when he was trying to recuperate while disembodied, Celebrimbor, who's just about had it with his crew.

Some time has passed since Sauron’s departure from Eregion and his warning for her to leave as well. -> The Vessel, The Rings of Power (Saurondriel, Explicit). Awww, this is my for-now abandoned Saurondriel series because I just can't handle them at the moment.

The forge. -> The Souvenir, The Rings of Power (Haladriel, Explicit). Alright, this is one of my absolute favourites. Halbrand makes Galadriel a little gift while in Numenor. UST keeps rising until dangerous levels. There is a sensual bath, sensual hair-brushing, and well, a sword-fight, and well, the spice.

The ship’s atmosphere was abuzz with excitement, nerves, and dread. Most of these boys and men have never set foot in the path of real danger and were jovial and proud in their fresh armour. -> A Curious Case of the Cart Trying to Push the Horse, The Rings of Power (Haladriel, Explicit). This was super fun to write, a metric ton of UST. They are oblivious. They quarrel. They have steamy dreams about each other. Much spice.

Six, almost seven days, Galadriel mused, absentmindedly. -> The Name of The Fortress, The Rings of Power (Saurondriel, Explicit) They have a mind-palace together; they are dramatic and stupid.

Phew, this was a copy-paste nightmare. I feel like literally everyone has done this already, but I'll tag a few names nonetheless :) @hazelmaines @eowyn7023 @niennawept @helenvader. @jhalya @m4r4n14mh @youwearfinethingswellwriter

#haladriel #saurondriel #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #the rings of power #my fics #tag game #10 lines tagging game #somebird #rings of power #ao3 writer

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myfavouritelunatic · 1 year

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The Blacksmith

More delays, my profound apologies! 😭 Thank you for your patience again! 😊

Pairing: Halbrand/Sauron x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Violence

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, and Twenty-Two!

Chapter Twenty-Three

The screaming startled you awake. It was some distance away, yet loud enough to carry right to your ear. "Halbrand?!" Your love was not beside you and the air left your lungs. "I'm here." To your immense relief he was not the being causing the suffering this time. You sat up a little too quick, your head spinning, and you could just make out his figure, dressing frantically. It was still night time, yet the moon's light was low in the sky, your love reduced to a silhouette while your eyes adjusted to the lack of luminosity. Standing next to your horse wearing only his trousers, he pulled one of your other dresses from your bag, urging to you to quickly put it on. It was the simplest of the three you had stuffed into your sack during your last moments in Eregion, and the most practical. A dark plum coloured gown, form fitting but not too tight, with golden embroidery, similar to your favourite crimson piece, that ran intricately down both sleeves, ending at the border of the holes that hooked over your thumbs. With the skirt of the dress stopping just above your ankles, it was flexible enough for you in case you needed to run, and running seemed like something you were about to do.

More screams rang through the night as you both gathered your things in a hurry, hoping that you would reach the scene before it was too late. Freeing your horse and climbing on, you were soon away, galloping as fast as you could go. "C'mon, my boy, there are people that need us." Halbrand encouraged your steed, sensing that his energy was almost completely depleted. You couldn't help but smile for a moment, as the realisation hit you: without thought, without question, without hesitation, Halbrand chose to act, chose to save whoever is being attacked. A very promising sign that you held onto as you charged into the fight.

Looking over your love's shoulder, you could see torch light ahead, waving from side to side, the screams growing in volume. Drawing closer after only a minute or so, you witnessed quite the sight. One lone man stood defending a small group of others, comprised of men, women, and children, as three orcs struck repeatedly against him, their torches and weapons clashing with the mans shield. He was not to last much longer.

"Give me your dagger." commanded Halbrand. Unsheathing it from your belt, you quickly passed it to him. He charged your horse through the skirmish, knocking down two orcs and slicing the throat of the third. Bringing the steed back around and to a halt, you both swiftly jumped off. Halbrand made for the orcs, and you made for the people, calling for them to back away. They ran in the direction of a horse and wagon over on the road maybe thirty feet away, their means of travel it seems before the orcs had struck them. "Thank you!" cried out the man with the shield as he took off. You only nodded at him before turning back to witness your king in action.

Halbrand had one foot on an orcs throat, pressing down and twisting into it, stifling the squeals of the vile creature. The other one he had knocked down attempted to rush him, but your love caught his arm before the sword could strike. Pressing down completely on the orcs neck, you heard an unnerving crack as he snuffed the creature out. Then, without any effort it seemed, he stuck the dagger into the other orcs belly, then taking the sword from it, swiftly removed its head. Throwing the lifeless creature down, he moved toward the orc who’s neck he had originally slit. It was still moving, crawling pitifully on the ground, struggling to reach for its sword. Using his newly acquired weapon, Halbrand ended the final orcs life with a single strike to its back, black blood spraying on the grass, shining in the light of the torches that were now upon the ground.

This was when you registered Halbrand was not wearing your favourite blue grey outfit. He was dressed in black trousers and a charcoal coloured tunic, its collar framing the torc perfectly, the fabric now glistening with the blood of the orcs he had slain. He hadn't noticed you staring at him yet, his eyes fixed on the dead creature before him as he pulled out the sword from its back. Your mouth was slightly agape at the sight of him, for you were feeling yourself being overcome by wanton thirst. His eyes darted at you then, looking across at you from underneath his brows. Your pulse began to quicken, for you were excited, but also afraid that the image before you might trigger something you were begging not to come to the surface.

Halbrand slowly walked over to you then, his face softening as he did so. "Are you alright, my love?" he asked with concern, passing you your dagger back. You gulped and nodded, not wanting to confess how close to temptation you had just come. "We should check on the people." you stated, wanting to avoid a conversation, yet also worried about the strangers you had saved. Walking briskly over to the wagon, you inspected each of them, thankfully finding no major injuries. The man with the shield had some cuts and burns to his arms and face for his troubles, and luckily for him you still had plenty of athelas left over from your treatment of Halbrand's wounds. Those had thankfully healed fully after only a few days, yet he would bare the scars of his skewering for the remainder of his life.

"What are you called?" your love asked the man. "Garion, good sir. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." he responded, and the two men clasped arms in greeting. "And your name?" Halbrand shot you a quick glance, unsure how to proceed. The last time he had announced himself to a group of strangers, it had backfired most tragically. Moving his eyes back to his new friend, he simply said, "Call me, Hal." and smiled politely at him. It was then you realised you'd been holding your breath this entire exchange. Sighing with a grin, you let 'Hal' introduce you to Garion, also finding an abbreviated version of your name. Deceiving without deceiving.

You ran quickly to your horse, bringing him nearer to the wagon, and fetching the athelas from your bag, you raised your dagger to chop up small portions of it. However it was still stained in orcs blood, which your curiosity forced you to sniff. Scrunching up your nose at the stench of it, you quickly wiped the blade clean on the grass below. The rotten odour lingered in your nostrils for some time. You could hear Halbrand chuckling at you from nearby, unaware that he had been watching you.

"Are you a healer, my lady?" asked Garion as he rolled up his sleeves for you to apply the herb. You simply smiled at him and said, pride in your voice, "My mother was." Halbrand caught your eye as you spoke, the look of love on his face unmistakable. Garion winced slightly as you rubbed in the athelas, but he was grateful for it all the same. "Never thought I'd fight an orc, let alone live to tell the tale of it. Why do you think they attacked us?" "Evil doesn't discriminate. They were either scouts sent by their leader, or they were simply looking for fresh meat." Halbrand speculated. "Probably both." you chimed in, and your love nodded gravely. "I have no doubt Adar survived the eruption of the mountain. It seems only natural that he would wish to expand his borders, spreading the shadow... why were you on this path, Garion? It does not seem wise."

The man thought carefully for a moment, a forlorn expression on his face. "We lived in a small village... thought we were far enough from the mountain but... then the darkness spread... we are the ones who decided to leave, and I care not to think on what might have happened to those stubborn souls that stayed behind..." The poor man's voice began to break, and a woman wandered over to him from the side of the wagon, placing her hand on Garion's shoulder in comfort. "We... we thought it best to make south, to Pelargir, and pray it would be far enough from..." His voice trailed off, not wishing to finish his thought.

"We are headed there also." you announced, hoping to reassure him in case any more orcs were to come upon the path. "Please join us, it's the least we can do to thank you both." offered Garion. Halbrand seemed hesitant. You could sense his apprehension around being so close to these people, and likely for a few more days. A flicker of fear shone in his eyes for a moment, his eyes darting to the innocent faces of the few children amongst the party. Was the risk perhaps too great? "You didn't have to intervene, and frankly, I wouldn't have blamed you if you hadn't," Garion continued, ignoring your love's unresponsiveness. "We have food and drink that we'd be happy to share. Please, I insist." The people had gathered around, nodding enthusiastically at Garion's words, one of the young boys even smiling eagerly.

You took hold of Halbrand's hand, giving it a caring squeeze hoping to quell his worry. "Our boy does need the rest, my love." you said, motioning to your horse. You paused a moment, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "It'll be alright. I've got you." Using his words against him once more, you felt Halbrand squeeze your hand, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin, letting you know he would be okay.

"Garion, it would be our honour." spoke Halbrand finally, smiling at his new friend, who practically cheered upon his invitation being accepted. The man was friendly to a fault, there was no hubris or pride in him as his rugged exterior would suggest, only a warm and kind heart lay within, which was clear in his eyes as he smiled. As you were applying the athelas to his forehead, he introduced you and 'Hal' to his wife, Olwenna, the woman stood at his side. She had beautifully long auburn hair that fell down to her navel, and gorgeous green eyes. Garion was a lucky man.

The sun had begun to rise, bathing your surroundings in soft orange light. "We should get moving," suggested Halbrand, "If there are indeed more orcs, they will not strike whilst there's sun on our backs." Garion nodded, "Aye. Padrig, make sure the horse is ready to continue on. I'll need to you to hold the reigns for a bit so I can rest." The young boy Garion spoke to could not have been older than fifteen years. His dark eyes seemed a bit lost, but he obeyed the order regardless. "My nephew. He chose to come with us. Left behind my sister... and his sister." Garion explained, his heart heavy.

"I am sorry." The apology was all you could manage, feeling the weight of your father's mistakes on your spirit. These people were suffering because of him, because of Waldreg, because of the darkness inside you and your love. You suddenly felt unworthy of these people's hospitality. While the last strangers you had come into contact with had acted with animosity, that at least was more aligned with what you deserved.

You quickly readied yourself for travel, avoiding Halbrand's gaze, trying to hide the tears that were starting to form. Wishing to spare him of your ills for once, and to be alone with your thoughts for the first time in many days, you mounted your horse. You saw your love approach but could not look at him. "Don't you want to ride in the wagon? Get some rest perhaps?" he asked, looking up at you. You continued to stare straight ahead. Halbrand then let your name enter the air, and this caused you to close your eyes a moment, before finally returning his gaze, answering him. "You go ahead. I... I'm just gonna keep our boy company, walk behind you all." "My love," he began, placing his hand on your thigh, your tears spilling over softly at his touch. "You did not cause their suffering." He saw straight through you, right to the aching of your heart. "Halbrand... please." And you couldn't believe you were about to say this. "Just leave me be."

He held your gaze intently for a moment longer, saddened he could not help you, then he removed his hand from you, walking back towards the wagon, which was slowly starting to pull away. You watched every step Halbrand took, watched him climb aboard his new transport, watched him look back at you, with nothing but love and concern on his handsome face. Thankfully he was soon distracted by the children seated opposite him, who after a few moments were ogling him with fascination, hanging on his every word. At one point they laughed, and Halbrand's face lit up in such a way, you couldn't help but smile through your pain. Not only had he saved the lives of these children, but now he was bringing them joy. A small start upon the long road of redemption you were both headed down.

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