#Adar/Camnir

[fukutomichi]

The Rings of Power | Season 2 | Aug 29 - Oct 3, 2024 S2.E4 ∙ Eldest

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

Elrond is being hit on by men left and right(hi Adar, hi Camnir) and makes out with Galadriel and he's not even BOTHERED he's like

But my scrolls :/ my book

A nerd icon tbh

Meanwhile one orc grabs High King Gil-Galad's arm and he swoons so hard he loses the ability to walk

They're very different elves

[valar-did-me-wrong]

Oh, goodness! It looks like someone strung up some mistletoe! What three couples (or throuples!) got stuck together underneath and how’d they react?

Awww thankyou for this!!

Arondir, Isildur & Estrid

Awkward before & after the round of smooches but it's the adorable kind of awkward :D

Camnir & Vorohil

Very shy chaste little kiss but the way they are sneaking glances at each other afterwards, there's gonna be much more happening before the night ends ;)

Adar & Galadriel

Heated bickering before they jump on eachother mid argument & just won't stop untill Elrond starts coughing threateningly :3

[gnomescarfcomics]

Middle-earth shots of the week

[hikarielizabethbloom]

New chapter! I tried something different. Mirdania lovers, you will like this. I hope! New rare pair alert!!! I had so much fun writing these two!

[steve-needs-a-hug]

The Rings of Power 2x04, 'Eldest'

[elvendreamsfics]

Fanfics pinned post

This is my masterpost for my fics, mostly Elrondriel or Galadriel or Elrond-centered with a sprinkle of many other ships. Mostly smut 🧡

So be warned that almost every one is rated explicit because tRoP set my brain ablaze ✨

Elrondriel :

Fight with light (multi chapter, 15/15 chapters can be read as one shots) is a series of Elrondriel coping with grief and pain by doing things they love, and fucking.

All of those hearts (TW suicidal thoughts)

(8 chapters, complete)

Elrond is riddled with Anxiety. Galadriel helps, in more than one way.

Bound ( + Vorohil , + Adar)

Or how the tent scene could have gone in three chapters

An understanding (+ Adar)

Another iteration of the same tent scene

Hush ( + sweet Camnir)

Camnir discovers a kink after his near death experience

Amends

Elrond is pissed after discovering Halbrand's real identity

Never to let go

An aftermath of the KISS

Before dawn

Elrondriel PWP with elven telepathy

New beginnings is a short fluffy fic (gen) about the aftermath of the kiss TM for fluffweek 2025

Other pairings :

Solace- for a second (Galadriel/ Arondir)

Galadriel tries her best to comfort Arondir

In Nùmenor (Galadriel/ Halbrand)

Jail smut

Wrath of the elven king ( Galadriel/ Gil-Galad) Gil galad is angered at Galadriel's recklessness, and find an appropriate punishment

Hush (Elrond/ Camnir)

See up

Bound and summer storm ( Elrond/ Vorohil) see up

Reunion ( Elrond/Gil-Galad )

Elrond finds his king and lover again, after working for Celebrimbor for a while

Enyalië ( Celebrìan/ Elrond)

Elrond masturbates to the memory of his wife after she sailed

Trauma bonding (Adar/ Mirdania) (3 chapters, complete)

Cathartic encounter between two victims of Sauron's seduction , request by Valar-did-me-wrong

Deprogramming (Adar/ Elrond ) is a fic a made on a request by Marciamolitor13 on Ao3. Elrond falls hard for Adar, and tries to save him after he is taken prisoner

In defiance of death (Arondir/ Bronwyn) is a bit of stolen time before the battle begins, for Arondir and Bronwyn's first time together

Echoes of Tinuviel (Elrond/ Annatar) cw rape/ non con, Elrond does his best to bind Annatar to his human/elf form in jail in Eregion.

The first night of the rest of their lives (Elrond/ Celebrian) is a reunion pwp in Valinor between Elrond and his wife

her new best friend is a ficlet (gen) I published also in french and in breton for jrrt native language week 2025, it's about Luthien's espace from Celegorm

Eve of departure (Galadriel/ Tar-Miriel) is a one shot PWP of the last night before sailing to middle earth

I also have made various smut snippets for spice week 2025 with all sorts of pairings, rarepairs or not

Give in (Adar/ Galadriel) is a one shot smut fic way the dinner scene could have unfolded when Galadriel was Adar’s prisoner.

[mylovelylittleobsessions]

I suppose I should give this thing its own post, rather than hiding it in a reblog chain…

This here is my offering - an Adar/Camnir/Elrond sexy comedy. Enjoy!

[mirkwood]

It's a shame adar didn't meet camnir bc he'd immediately rail that little elf to the ground like. He'd skip the flirting part completely

[celebrimbor-apologist]

@ailendolin

I put Next Generation on for background noise while crafting, got distracted by just. Straight up watching it, and that means it's time for my longstanding tradition of [insert current media fixation here] Star Trek AU: Rings of Power edition.

Gil-galad is Captain of the U.S.S Lindon. He is not paid enough. Yes, the Federation doesn't use money, he's still not paid enough. His First Officer (on this diplomatic and scientific vessel) likes to stun first ask questions later, and his chief engineer does things like strip all the engines down and rearrange everything inside them instead of sleeping because "the ship was complaining the wires were itchy."

Celebrimbor is the chief engineer in question, from a small planet and a people with an affinity for crafting and machinery beyond most humanoids, but Celebrimbor takes it to a whole other level. He and the Lindon talk to each other. He made a little mechanical mouse to keep the plasma conduits company, got thrown in the brig for refusing to dismantle it when an Admiral doing an inspection orders him to, and got released from the brig 72 hours later when taking the mouse away from plasma conduits ended up triggering a series of engineering catastrophes.

Galadriel is first officer. She and Gil-galad disagree often, but are still a strong team. Elrond is communications officer, though he's trying to pick up as much medical knowledge and experience as possible because he's 1) genuinely interested but 2) Celebrimbor and Galadriel both have a tendency to Get Into Situations and knowing one end of the med scanner from the other comes in handy.

Adar is... okay picture this. There's an old abandoned mining colony on an astroid littered with scrap, and the Lindon needs spare parts after taking heavy damage in a storm or something, so Galadriel and Celebrimbor beam down...and are immediately taken captive by a group of the mineworkers- humanoidish beings calling themselves Uruks- abandoned when the capitalist shitbags had finished stripping the place bare. Adar refused to leave and has been struggling to keep the small group surviving, aims to have them thriving, but the whole place is powder keg. Anyway, respective reactions to being captured:

Galadriel: I am going to fight my way out of this with my bare hands and my teeth if I have to >:-/ Celebrimbor: All this broken machinery is easily fixible, i just need a few days- in exchange for being able to return to our ship with the parts we need? :D

Anyway while Celebrimbor is being helpful and Galadriel is being mad about it, the Uruks move against Adar because stuff has been shit for so long, and stuff explodes, and Adar ends up helping Galadriel and Celebrimbor make a run for it, at which point Celebrimbor is like. "Look, come back with us to the Lindon. There's nothing here for you, we can drop you off somewhere-" and that is how Adar ends up stalking around the Lindon or skulking in the engine room like a grumpy cat. He ends up sidling into an unofficial ship's security role thanks to a series of Episode-of-the-week type shenanigans.

Sauron is a reoccurring problem. He first boards the Lindon as Halbrand, an ambassador needing conveying around several star systems. Charming, model passenger, gets on very well with Galadriel in particular. The series of incidents and arguments that break out while he's on board are nothing to do with him. Elrond thinks something's *off*, but can't articulate why. Anyway, Halbrand leaves them. And then it comes through that Star Fleet never had any record of him...

A year or so later a new engineer is assigned to the Lindon- Annatar. By the time he's exposed, Celebrimbor's nearly blown up the whole ship up and a whole raft of Star Fleet engineering secrets have been stolen...

[saurongorthaur9]

As we get closer to the end of S2, I'm going more insane over who the surprise kiss is going to involve and whether they are going to go You Know Where. I keep playing the process of elimination game with any character who might share a scene with Galadriel at this point, and I just can't conceive who it could possibly be other than Sauron.

Elrond? It would come out of nowhere, they've said in interviews that Galadriel and Elrond's relationship is platonic, and there'd be the weird "kissing my future MIL" aspect of it.

Celebrimbor? Again, it would come out of nowhere, and Charles Edwards said in an interview that they aren't going with the "Celebrimbor had an unrequited crush on Galadriel" direction.

Gil-galad? Once again, out of nowhere, and it would just be weird and uncomfortable?

Arondir (since we know he shows up for the Battle of Eregion)? Unless Galadriel is his rebound for losing Bronwyn, it would make no sense and they've barely interacted in the series.

A minor elf character (Camnir, Mirdania, etc)? Again, it would come totally out of nowhere, and if it's significant enough for Morfydd to mention it, I really think it'll be with a main character. Plus, where would they go with that, since we know she eventually ends up with Celeborn one way or another?

Speaking of which...Celeborn? Still not 100% convinced that he might not make a very surprise appearance, but it just doesn't seem to fit with the "shocking" description nor the fact that some reviewers who have seen it threw an absolute fit over it apparently.

Adar? This is the one contender that I could see making *some* sense (not as much as Sauron though). There's definitely chemistry there, if not of any romantic sort (as of now), and we know they're going to have some big scenes together in the upcoming episodes. It would fall into the "shocking" category for sure, and I could see lorebro reviewers losing it over it for the same reasons as they would over Sauron. However, right now, I don't see it fitting into the story anywhere, plot-wise or thematically. But right now, it would make more sense than any of the prior possibilities.

Am I crazy that this just leaves Sauron? The character who they have spent two seasons establishing a connection with her and emphasizing that they are still very hung up over each other? The character who, whether you ship them or not, she has the deepest and best chemistry with? The character with whom a kiss would fit thematically (touch the darkness, etc)? Plus, I can think of multiple likely scenarios that it could occur during (a vision, as part of a Galadriel corruption arc if they go there, etc). And it would definitely be shocking and send lorebros into absolute conniption fits.

Like, I know I'm biased because I want it to be them, but truly is there anyone else it would make any sort of sense with? Tell me I'm not crazy (or tell me I am and explain what you're guessing/seeing that I'm not)?

[valar-did-me-wrong]

In an Anime Dub version of ROP:

• Camnir will be the one going around saying stuff like Notice me Senpai 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

• Elrond will be the one talking about the Power of Friendship a lot ❤️‍🔥

• Galadriel will be the moody dark one with a sad past, who believes they can defeat God 😒

• Adar will literally be Haku from Season 1, Land of Waves arc in Naruto

go watch it & tell me it didn't ruin you for life

• Gil Galad will be the strict mentor with an unsual outlook on training & some major angst that is never taken seriously 💔

• Arondir will be the one doing Handsome face atleast once in every episode he appears ✨

• Kemen will be the horny one who gets a Nose-bleed every few episodes 💦

• Sauron will be Sauron

because if that's not a good anime villian idk what is man.. the Drama, the Pizazz, the complex motivations 👌🏽

(Had this buried in my drafts for almost 2 months now xD setting it free now)

[thequeensjester]

I came across an interesting detail rewatching ep6—Adar knew Arondir was hiding in the watchtower because he could smell him.

The orcs have been shown to sniff out different scents, like Camnir's blood, except in ep7 when there was too much ash in the air which helped covered Galadriel's and Theo's scents.

Then there's Mirdania who perceived Sauron's stench in the Unseen World but correctly speculated the evil was likely with them. She was so correct that he had to do immediate damage control by planting the idea that Celebrimbor has grown weak from forging the rings and capped it off with the Galadriel comparison flattery.

This suggests that Sauron is able to mask his scent enough that someone like Adar couldn't fully detect it from Halbrand but yet, Adar's intuition from his long relationship with Sauron knew as early as the barn scene.

[adarondweek]

Adarond Week 2025

I have prompts! This challenge week starts on Sunday, January 5th, and runs until the 11th.

Day 1: First meeting

Cute? Bitter? Tense? Canon? AU? What happened during their first meeting? What was going through their heads?

Day 2: The spark

What draws them together? (Or one towards the other?) Who falls first? Who falls hardest?

Day 3: The Children

How do Adar's children figure into all this? Are they routing for their father to get some? Do they like Elrond or hate him? How does Elrond feel about the Uruk Children?

(Do Adar and Elrond have a child of their own? 👀)

Day 4: The Reactions

Elrond has a lot of friends (Gil-Galad, Galadriel, Durin, Camnir). How do they react to him being with Adar, however you imagine that happening?

Does Adar have someone close to him that is surprised to see him with Elrond? (The children could also come in here too, if you have multiple ideas)

Day 5: Home

Where is home for this ship? Mordor? Rivendell? How do both of them feel about it?

Day 6: The end

Happy, sad, bittersweet, a few days after meeting, a thousand years in the future; what is the ultimate fate of this ship? If Adar still dies like in canon, how does Elrond feel about that? Does Adar take Celebrían's fate? Do they sail off into the sunset after thousands of years? Something else?

Day 7: Freeform

Did I miss something? Do you have an idea that didn't fit with the prompts? This is for you!

All interpretations of this ship are more than welcome! I've tried to leave the prompts as open as possible to allow for takes with different levels of happiness, conflict, and... consent. At the end of the day, though, these are just prompts. Go where your art leads you and have fun with it!

[justavoiceinthevoid]

ROP Underdog Event: Day 1

Prompt: Hope/Despair

Character: Camnir (hints at Camnir/Elrond)

The room is small, stifling, some ways off from the healers' main chambers. A simple cot is tucked into the corner, his cloak and map-case tossed atop the covers. Camnir resists the urge to pace. It would only make a mess - his boots are still caked in mud and grass. He has adamantly refused to remove them.

He's starting to feel uncomfortably like a sullen child.

"I don't understand. You know I'm fine, you saw it yourself. I ran all the way back here with you, did I not?"

Elrond leans against the doorway, a not-so-subtle obstacle to the exit.

"The healers still need to monitor you," he says firmly, "Just in case." He's set to leave within the hour, with the urgent task of reaching Khazad-dûm in time. Camnir knows he intends to go alone. It is - frustrating.

He tries to keep his tone in check, not let it dip too close to a whine. "The healers have far more important things to do, as do we!"

"Camnir - "

What would I tell them, anyway? The truth?" That he had felt his own wound knit back together, watched it heal before his eyes?

A grimace. Camnir had not realised the extent of Elrond's distrust of the rings, but it's more than obvious now. "If you must. But you should remain here regardless."

Camnir's frown deepens. In truth, there is little he can do. He has known Elrond far too long. Behind his eyes, he has already decided.

Camnir drops his gaze. "I wouldn't slow you down. I can keep up, I promise."

There is a pause, before a warm hand comes to rest on his shoulder.

Elrond's voice has softened. "I know you can. This..." He sighs. "If I am honest, this is more for my sake than yours."

"What?"

"We could have lost you out there, mellon."

Camnir blinks, and for a moment he feels sharp, staggering pain, hands pulling him down, covering his mouth.

He breathes through the memory. "I'm fine - "

"You almost weren't." The words slide towards pleading. "Allow me to be selfish, just this once."

It's hardly fair. Elrond asks for so little, it is near impossible to refuse him when he does.

In all this time, Camnir has never managed it.

"You shouldn't go by yourself," He says anyway, though he is sure that Elrond can sense his resignation. "Not after what we just saw."

"I have made the journey many times, I know the safest route. And I am less likely to attract attention on my own."

Elrond reaches up, both hands on his shoulders now, and he walks Camnir backwards until they reach the cot. With all the obvious reluctance he can muster, Camnir lets himself be pushed down to sit on the edge. He can feel himself starting to pout, and quickly reigns it in for the sake of his dignity. At least Elrond doesn't feel the need to mention it. He just steps back slightly, lets his hands drift down to clasp Camnir's.

"I must go," he continues, "I need to speak with the High King again before I leave." His grip tightens briefly, before he moves to head for the door.

Camnir cannot stop himself. "My liege."

Elrond turns back, his expression edging into exasperation, the way it always does when Camnir uses the title. Camnir worries at his lip. The bubbling unease he's been forcing down since they returned to the city is crawling back up his throat.

"Do you think - " he stutters, starts again. "The orcs are already so close to Eregion. Should the Dwarves refuse to help us, what are we -"

"Put that thought from your mind," Elrond cuts in swiftly. "Prince Durin is a steadfast friend of the Elves. I trust him with my life. Together, our forces can drive back Adar before he ever breaches Ost-In-Edhil's walls."

He draws closer, waits for Camnir to meet his eyes.

"Trust in this," He says, softer. "We can still protect Eregion, I know it."

The words ring with such certainty, Camnir has no choice but to believe them.

***

There are stars overhead by the time he reaches the survivors' encampment. It is sparse, even more so than he expected, the barest of essentials cobbled together for the trek to Khazad-dûm. Camnir threads his way through the group as quietly as he can - many are trying to sleep. Those who aren't watch him go, the tear-tracks on their cheeks painfully clear by the firelight. Camnir cannot hold their stares for long.

He finds Elrond near the boundary line, bent over a fallen tree like a war table, studying a rubble-stained map alongside an elf Camnir doesn't recognise. Their words are hushed, the lines of their faces harsh in the torch glow. There is a dark smudge of something like mud or oil under Elrond's cheekbone.

The other elf notices him before Elrond does. He has a warrior's stance, a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder. The carving of his armor is not a design Camnir has ever come across in Lindon. He looks up at Camnir, his brow slightly furrowed. At his pause, Elrond lifts his head.

His lips part in surprise.

"Camnir," he breathes.

Camnir swallows. His hands are shaking. "My liege."

Silence stretches. Camnir cannot find the words to fill it. He should try, he knows, he should try for them both, but it is too much. He doesn't know how to start.

Elrond's companion looks between the two of them. "This can wait until morning," he says quietly, gathering up the map. Elrond jolts at the movement.

"I - that is -"

"The night is upon us. I think we have talked long enough. Come find me before we set off." It is hard to read the elf's eyes, but his expression seems to have softened.

"Yes - yes, of course." Elrond's voice hitches, almost a stammer. "My thanks, Arondir."

Arondir's lips press up, not quite a full smile. Tucking the map under his arm, he turns to leave, giving Camnir a nod of acknowledgement as he goes. Camnir hurries to return it. He watches the archer carefully weave his way through the huddles of survivors, before Camnir's gaze is pulled back to Elrond.

He looks so tired.

Even so, he speaks before Camnir. "What are you doing here?"

"Bringing help and supplies."

"From Lindon?"

He nods. "Some of the healers were determined to ride out to you." He allows himself a sad sort of half-smile. "It is a dangerous journey. I offered to escort them."

It's the wrong thing to say - Elrond is staring at him. Camnir does not like the hollowness he finds in his eyes.

Elrond shakes his head weakly. "That was reckless," he starts, and Camnir lets the smile drop. "You're not a soldier, Cam."

That hurts more than it should. "I'm as much a soldier as you are."

"You don't -"

"What would you have me do?" he says, sharper than he intends. His voice trembles and he hates it. "Stars above, Elrond. Where else should I be, if not beside you?"

"You should be somewhere safe! Far away from -" Elrond bites back the words, but Camnir takes a step towards him.

"Away from what?"

"Away from me."

Camnir cannot hold back his flinch.

He stands frozen, searching for some kind of reply before the unbearable silence seeps back in. He doesn't mean - surely he doesn't mean -

But then Elrond's lower lip quivers, and his chest heaves suddenly on a breath, and the sob he chokes out has Camnir rushing forward, arms around him before he even realises what he's doing.

"I failed."

The words come cracked, halting, as Elrond clings tight to Camnir's cloak. Camnir pulls him closer, forces back his own tears.

"No, you didn't."

"I failed him. I failed them all."

Camnir winds a hand through Elrond's curls. "This wasn't your fault. You did everything you could. No one could ask for more."

It is not enough, not nearly enough, but it is the only answer he has. Everything else is too tangled in untouched anger and pain.

"It wasn't your fault," He says again, gently tugging Elrond towards the crook of his neck.

"Camnir."

Elrond sobs again, and Camnir tightens his hold.

"I'm here. I have you. I'm here."

[hailturinturambar]

Arrows and Thorns.

Pairing: Adar x Galadriel

Word count: 4.694

Request: “I was wondering.. "Louder, love" for these two :3 smut or no smut & everything else however you wanna write, as per your comfort OP 🙈”

Author's Notes: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes or confusion. Requests are open, check the information before requesting. I have to say, this is delightfully furious. Is this what happens when the tension is so great between two enemies that they have no other way to relieve it but in each other's arms?

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. Unprotected sex, p in v. Rough sex. Punitive sex. Incorrect use of handcuffs. Manipulation. Possible coercion. They hate each other so much that they fuck, hard.

Summary: When the Company of Elves of Lindon is scattered and Galadriel is taken hostage by the Uruks of Adar, Galadriel must find a safe way to escape. And most importantly, a way to save the Elves of Eregion from the Children of Adar. She has no choice, of course, but to seduce her enemy.

In the darkness of Middle-earth, as Elves and Men sheltered from the night and the terrible creatures that lurked within it, the chanting of a battalion of Orcs could be heard. They were ready for battle, Galadriel thought, noting the torches they carried.

Camnir panted nervously as Elrond covered his mouth. Galadriel touched the arrow wound, hoping it would be enough, that he could be safe. He could not stay behind, and it would be impossible to leave with a wounded Elf. The sound of the arrow breaking caught Elrond's attention, and he stared in astonishment at Camnir's now healed wound.

The heavy footsteps of the Orcs were approaching. But the battalion remained ready, waiting. They were marching towards Eregion, seeking revenge. Searching for Sauron. Galadriel knew where Sauron was, she could no longer deny the truth to herself, even though her heart was heavy at the thought of all the Elves of Eregion. At the thought of the danger Celebrimbor was in at the hands of the Great Deceiver.

But Adar would not give up, not when he was so close to reaching Sauron, to destroying the Dark Lord once and for all, even if the Elves were to perish. Galadriel, however, could not let the people of Eregion suffer for a mistake she had made. She should never have trusted Halbrand. Sauron. She knew that now, but it was too late. She would right her wrong.

Galadriel had no choice but to sacrifice herself. This battle was hers, because she had not defeated Sauron when she had the chance. When he had told her who he really was, and she was paying for her mistake now.

The Orcs who remained behind took their torches, searching for the Elves. They could smell them, they said. They would not rest until they found the Elves of Lindon. Galadriel reached into her quiver and counted her arrows. They would have to do, for now. She needed to protect Elrond and Nenya.

A head-on attack, while the Elves fled to the protection of Gil-galad. The Orcs, Galadriel thought, seemed alone without Adar's watchful eye. And the Orcs were never so powerful without the orders of a leader. Someone to guide their wicked and cruel path.

Galadriel walked confidently towards the Orcs, who hissed when they saw her. But Galadriel did not care, hearing that Elrond was already too far away for the Orcs to split into two groups. So Galadriel attacked.

She was fast, strong, and brave. She had been born for this. She had spent endless centuries fighting the forces of darkness. Their arrows and swords were no match for her, as she shot at them, throwing small daggers.

There were many of them, Galadriel realized, more than she had expected. But she could destroy each one of them. She had been fighting the Orcs for a long time. She ran, reaching the nearest horse, without stopping to fire at the Orcs.

They were fierce, furious in their attacks, but Galadriel was angrier than all of them. And she was relentless, launching arrows and dodging the blows. Even as more Orcs arrived, Galadriel did not stop her attack.

She galloped on, charging at the Orcs, completely oblivious to what was happening around her. All Galadriel could see was flames and arrows, blood and death. There were too many of them, and she was alone. But she did not give up.

Now, they looked fearful, surprised by her strength. Galadriel, mounted on her horse, watched the Orcs who looked at her with disgust, but also fear. Because they knew that she was too strong to be defeated by them.

Before Galadriel, they stopped, surrounding her, roaring and growling. But suspicious, not approaching. What were they waiting for? She thought, believing that this would be her victory. While the Orcs hesitated to attack, Galadriel was confident. Perhaps, too confident. Because she had not realized that she was at a disadvantage.

“These are Elven lands.” Galadriel said, furiously. “Go back to the shadow.”

Galadriel wasted no time, riding towards them. It was her last chance, while they were not brave enough. She was getting closer and closer to them, when a long chain was thrown at her, wrapping itself around her arm.

Galadriel gasped, falling hard from her horse, her body slamming into the hard forest floor. She reached desperately for her quiver, for her bow, before her enemy could reach her. She let the arrow touch the fallen flame and turned toward her captor.

The flaming arrow was loosed, but an armored hand reached out and extinguished the fire before Galadriel’s eyes. In amazement, she looked up at Adar, who was staring at her calmly, as if he had expected her slight slip-up. It was a trap, Galadriel thought too late.

“A star shines at the hour of our meeting.” Adar said in Quenya. “Lady Alatáriel.”

Galadriel screamed, feeling the Orcs' hands wrap around her arms, dragging her away from Adar. She tried to struggle, but they pulled her tight. She reached for the arrows once more, but her arms were pulled back, and she felt the shackles encircling her wrists.

Calmly, Adar walked away from Galadriel, while the Orcs, his Uruks, tied her to a wagon that Galadriel had never seen before. It was no ordinary wagon, more like a small dungeon. A safe place where they could throw Galadriel so she wouldn't escape from them.

She didn’t try to run away, she knew she had no chance against them, not while she was trapped. So he waited, patiently. Weeks or days might have passed, she didn’t know. A long cloth covered the wagon. They had been alone in the forest for most of the journey. Far from anyone who could help Galadriel.

The Orcs were growling, shouting at each other in Black Speech. They were not marching to Eregion, not anymore. They were, she tried to make out, taking a small detour. Galadriel snorted, kicking the wagon. It didn’t matter, she had to be patient.

And Galadriel was terrible at being patient, the battle rage still burning in her chest. She needed to escape and warn Elrond, even warn Celebrimbor if possible. She just needed to find a way to escape. The Orcs had removed Galadriel's shackles, but it still wasn't enough.

After so long trapped in the dark, Galadriel felt the wagon come to an abrupt stop. The Orcs laughed maliciously, and Galadriel noticed that the cloth covering her small dungeon had finally been pulled away. They laughed even harder, pointing their spears at her.

When the lock was broken, Galadriel left her small captivity and surveyed the space around her. It looked like a camp, almost underground, hidden in the darkness of the forest. Adar's camp, Galadriel thought.

The Orcs made no attempt to attack her, but they continued to surround Galadriel. One Orc, taller than the others, approached. Galadriel suspected he was the leader. She remained calm, even as he pulled her by the hair, placing the rotten blade of his sword against her face.

An armored hand grabbed the orc's arm, pushing Glûg's sword away. Adar. Galadriel, quick as an arrow, reached for the blade she had hidden in her golden curls, and pulled Adar away. Her hand reached for his neck, holding him so close to her that she could feel his breath as she pointed the blade at him.

But Adar did not try to defend himself, he did not even try to move away from her, even when Galadriel turned him so that he served as a shield, so that his body protected hers. The Orcs growled, but did not approach her.

Adar, at the mercy of Galadriel's arms, just watched her. She was at a disadvantage, but she kept fighting. And for some reason, Adar liked that. He slowly turned his face toward hers, almost feeling the skin of her pale face against his.

“I brought you here, not as a prisoner.” Adar whispered to her, in Sindarin. “But as a potential ally.”

Those words, in Elvish, were for Galadriel and Galadriel alone. What was Adar trying to prove? She wondered. Maybe he wanted to show her that they were alike, that she could trust him. But Galadriel would never trust Adar.

”For we share a common enemy.”

Galadriel looked at Adar in surprise. He seemed even closer than before, as if he was drawn to her and didn't even realize he was so close to her face. The orcs did not seem pleased with Adar's lack of struggle. They did not agree with the Lord Father's plan.

“Is this your best way to convince me, Orc?” Galadriel practically spat, pushing Adar away from her.

Adar looked at Galadriel, raising his hand to the Orcs. They were not to attack Galadriel without his direct orders. In the Black Speech, he had ordered Galadriel to be taken to his tent. She railed against Adar, against the Orcs, against Sauron himself. She would not be held hostage, not by Adar.

For countless hours, Galadriel waited alone for Adar to arrive. Alone in the tent, she tried to pull at the shackles, but despite their rotten and worn appearance, they were completely sturdy.

Confused, Galadriel watched the Orcs silently enter the tent, their hands full of food. Galadriel, astonished, laughed to herself in the tent. So, Adar really was making dinner, while she remained shackled, trapped like an animal. She snorted, furious. She was the special guest of this horror.

When Adar arrived, Galadriel remained silent, she was determined to test Adar's patience, to see how much it would take for him to tell her his plan. Because Galadriel had no intention of being of any use to Adar.

Unlike Galadriel, Adar was completely relaxed, even at ease. He knew deep down that she couldn't run away, and he wouldn't let her leave until she told him everything she knew about Sauron. Sighing, Adar looked at Galadriel.

“During my brief time in your capture, you seemed intent on finding Sauron.” Adar murmured, memories flooding back.

Uncomfortable, Galadriel shifted. Apprehensive, yes, she was. Because she remembered that fury, that rage, how everything had seemed red as blood. Because all she could think about was finding Sauron and destroying his influence forever.

“One might even say, consumed by it, the way one always is, once he has wormed his way inside your mind.”

“You know nothing of my mind.” Said Galadriel, with disdain. “You yielded to him. I resisted.”

Galadriel hadn’t given in to Sauron, had she? She trusted Halbrand and believed him to be who he said he was. She would never have helped Sauron. But to Adar, that didn’t matter.

Because once Sauron had gained her trust, it was nearly impossible to stay away from his influence. And Adar, more than anyone else in Middle-earth, knew how persuasive Sauron could be.

How Sauron was able to flood the strongest mind with his will, and cloud his victim's vision, distorting right and wrong. Galadriel, Adar thought, was reluctant to accept this truth, to accept that she had been deceived by Sauron.

He did not give up, however, on gaining Galadriel's trust. Because Adar needed her help, the Rings that the Elves carried. In the fight against Sauron, the Orcs, the Uruks, his children, would not be enough. Sauron had returned more powerful than before.

Galadriel was on the defensive, furious at Adar's words. It was not easy for her, for the Commander of the High King Gil-galad, to accept that she had been deceived by the Dark Lord. But Adar knew that feeling and he understood Galadriel. Perhaps, he was the only one in all of Middle-earth who understood her completely.

“I can help you destroy Sauron.” Adar said.

His voice was firm, resolute. Confident. Hidden in the camp, Adar held the only weapon capable of defeating Sauron once and for all, of destroying the last remnants of his wicked Shadow.

“What help could you possibly provide, Orc?” Galadriel snapped, with disgust. With fury.

“Uruk.” Adar said in Black Speech, disappointed.

Adar silently stood up, walking to the back of the tent. In the small box hidden there was Morgoth's Crown. The wicked, evil-laden crown of the first Dark Lord, and Adar had kept it. For all this time.

Galadriel, terrified, tried to pull away. She could feel the evil trapped in the crown. That crown that had been on Morgoth's head, while he destroyed Elves and Men throughout Middle-earth. Galadriel gasped, seeing Adar approaching with the crown.

But she did not speak to him, and let him talk about his new attempt to defeat Sauron. She could not stay there any longer, she could not bear to be trapped in that tent any longer. And she was only able to breathe again when Adar left.

In Adar's absence, Galadriel thought of an escape plan, a way to free herself from her chains. She knew, in fact, how to shake Adar's trust. How to make him believe they were on the same side. She waited for him to return.

“Yes. Halbrand is Sauron.” She whispered those words as Adar entered the tent.

Perhaps she was desperate, looking for any chance to escape. But she had no choice. Eregion was in danger, all the Elves of Middle-earth were in great danger. She needed to warn Elrond. Silently, Adar listened to Galadriel's words, her desperate speech.

“Us?” Adar whispered, confused.

Galadriel's words made no sense to Adar. She had been so determined before to save Eregion and destroy Sauron alone. She did not like his children, the Uruks, and she did not trust Adar. So why the change of heart?

“Unlock me.” Galadriel demanded, rattling the chains.

Like a predator on the prowl, Adar stalked toward Galadriel. This was her chance, Galadriel thought, as Adar removed the shackles. He was looking at her differently. Almost with desire. He was silent for a long time, watching Galadriel.

“As we speak, Elrond rises from Lindon with an army of Elves.” Galadriel whispered. “And Nenya, my Ring.”

Adar seemed little to hear Galadriel's words, he was so intent on her face. It was as if he stood before the very light of Valinor, and Galadriel's golden hair lit up all Middle-earth.

“I see.” Breaking the trance, he whispered, turning his back to Galadriel.

When Adar turned his back on Galadriel, she wasted no time in running after the Lord Father. Adar, it seemed to Galadriel, was reluctant to believe her words, her attempts to hold back Adar's army.

She wanted to save Celebrimbor from the siege of Eregion, but would Adar be willing to take such a great risk? Would Gil-galad even protect the Uruks? No, he could not be sure of any of that, so he could not trust Galadriel's words.

And Galadriel would not hear Adar's words, because she could not bear those words, about the destruction of the Elves of Eregion and the growing power of Sauron. No, she would not accept it. She would stop all of this, no matter the cost.

“You speak lies.” Galadriel murmured, feeling the tears fighting to escape.

Adar smiled slightly, realizing Galadriel’s mistake. Two could play that game, Adar thought, stepping even closer to her. He didn’t take his eyes off her, not even for a split second.

“You have already revealed everything I hoped you would and more.” Adar whispered to her. “Hoping I will reveal something.”

When Adar turned his back on Galadriel, ready to leave her alone in the tent while he left for Eregion, she ran towards him. Honestly, Galadriel had not planned what to do when she reached Adar. But, she was desperate, what else was she supposed to do?

Galadriel’s hand touched Adar’s arm, and he stopped walking abruptly. Surprised, he turned to Galadriel, only to feel her lips against his.

It was an interesting way, Adar thought, for Galadriel to try to delay the Uruks’ attack. But he certainly wasn’t complaining. Galadriel’s lips against his were sweet, divine, so elvish. A majestic, delicate touch that Adar had forgotten, if he had ever felt it.

Galadriel released Adar's arm, so that her arms could wrap around his neck, and pull him as close as possible. What surprised Galadriel, however, was that Adar was not reluctant, he was not even trying to push her away.

Adar was more than happy to return Galadriel's kiss, bringing his hands to her waist and holding them tightly. Adar would be lying, of course, if he said he hadn't thought about Galadriel since she had taken him hostage. He still remembered that day vividly.

When she ranted against him, against his children. She looked so furious. She looked so majestic and powerful before him, as if she were above him. And when her dagger pierced his neck, he was sure he was fascinated by her.

And he remained fascinated by Galadriel, feeling her tongue against his. Maybe, Adar thought, she was using him. But did it really matter? It felt good to feel her body close to his, to feel her lips against his. She felt so soft against his touch.

“Do you still need to leave, Adar?” Galadriel whispered, breaking the kiss.

With his face so close to hers, Adar could feel Galadriel’s breath on his face. Her scent, like that of the purest forest, was intoxicating his mind. All he could think about was her. The war could wait a little longer, he thought.

“Is that your best way to convince me, Lady Altáriel?” He whispered back.

Confident, Galadriel laughed, stepping away from Adar. But he would not give up, not now that he had her in his hands, now that he had the powerful Lady Galadriel willing to give herself to him for peace. But Galadriel kept her back to him. Adar wasted no time.

Adar's hands reached for Galadriel, pulling her back against his body. He kissed Galadriel with passion, with desire, completely lost in her. In everything about her. Even the way she kissed him so fiercely was making it hard for Adar not to become completely addicted to her.

That game, however, would be commanded by Galadriel, she would not let Adar feel in control. She broke the kiss, pushing his hands away. But she did not stay away from him. On the contrary, she held his hand, pulling him to the table where they had dined not long ago.

Galadriel pushed Adar, forcing him to sit in the chair that had previously been hers, while she sat on his lap. Adar admired Galadriel as she took control, as she kept the Lord Father as a servant at her beck and call, to take her orders. Adar wanted her to take control, to do with him as she wished. He was content to give in to her.

Adar groaned, feeling Galadriel rub herself against him. Hatred really could be an interesting way to relieve itself with kisses. Adar's hands moved up to Galadriel's waist, but she bit his lip in reprimand, stopping her movement against him.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Uruk.”

Without Adar noticing, Galadriel's hands reached the handcuffs, trapping Adar's hands. No, he couldn't touch her, she was still deeply furious with him. But that didn't stop her from kissing him even more eagerly, as if desire clouded her mind.

She moaned against his lips, deepening the kiss, deepening her movements against him. It felt so good, even though it was still so wrong, and she felt so good.

And Adar didn't even care, he was just letting her get as excited as she wanted, as much as she wanted. He wasn't even interrupting her, lost in her movements.

“Adar.” She moaned, as he tried to bring her lips to his once more.

She, however, did not let him, bringing her lips to his pale, scarred neck. Scars caused while he was a servant of Morgoth. And now, feeling her gentle, delicate lips, of an Elf, against the mark of Morgoth's malice, made Adar even more enchanted by her.

Galadriel’s kisses were determined, confident, like her. She gave small bites, her tongue tracing his skin. She felt hot, in that damned outfit she had worn in Lindon. She felt overdressed now.

“Galadriel.” He moaned louder as she bit his neck.

Galadriel, Adar thought, was always in control. Always keeping him at her mercy. And Adar didn't try to push Galadriel away, he just groaned as she moved her hips harder, biting harder into his neck.

“Is this how you treat your allies?” She chuckled, giving a small moan as Adar rubbed himself against her.

He did not answer, admiring her wicked smile. Galadriel, to Adar's eyes, did not seem wicked. She seemed cruelly irresistible, and Sauron was mad to have betrayed her trust. But Adar would be different.

“And is it so that you think, Galadriel, that I will not attack Eregion?” Adar said hoarsely.

Galadriel shook her head, lifting herself from his lap, and he groaned at the loss of contact, at the lack of her weight on him. Galadriel's hands found her golden curls, and she released the last braid that remained in her hair, while she looked at Adar coldly.

“How could you attack Eregion?” She asked. “Haven’t you realized yet, Adar, that you are shackled and cannot escape?”

Adar could have given countless answers, but he remained silent, watching, in awe. With her hair completely loose, golden strands were everywhere, and Galadriel looked more divine, more saintly than ever.

Her hands, calmly and gently, ran over the gray uniform of Lindon's company, slowly undressing, for Adar. His hands were exposed, and his nails scratched the chair, as he was forced to watch from a distance, unable to touch Galadriel's glowing skin.

Slowly, Galadriel approached Adar, but his eyes never left her body, as if he was desperate, hungry, to take in every detail of her. Every curve, every bit of skin she was gloriously exposing to him.

Her hands, with the same delicacy as before, like a serpent that is gentle during attack, reached for Adar's robes, removing his armor, and throwing it onto the tent floor with a loud noise.

“You know, Adar,” She murmured. “I never thought I could leave the Lord Father so speechless.”

Oh, and she had indeed left him speechless. Naked before him, stripping Adar while he was shackled, she could have plunged a dagger into his chest, and he would not have minded. He would have perished, gladly, if it were by Galadriel's golden hands.

Once Galadriel had finally gotten rid of all of Adar's clothes, she let her hands roam over his pale chest, tracing each of his scars. Siren, she seemed, to Adar. He was enchanted, he was fascinated. He even wanted to die by her hands.

“Adar.” She whispered softly, moving closer to him and his eyes were lost in her.

When Galadriel sat on Adar, they groaned at the same time, and he pulled his hands against the shackles, but they did not give. Galadriel smiled at him, reaching her hands up into the Uruk's dark hair and pulling hard.

“Why don’t you admit that you always wanted to be mine?” She whispered.

“How could I not want to be yours, Lady Galadriel?”

She moaned, kissing Adar, and he kissed her back with the same fervor. Because it wasn't about love, about affection or care. But about lust and desire, devotion and anger.

Galadriel moaned against Adar's lips, rubbing herself against him, feeling how he seemed to complete everything in her, how she felt so complete with him inside her. They might be enemies, but it felt so good, she couldn't stop.

Her hands were lost in Adar’s messy hair, and he could only groan against the kiss as Commander Galadriel ravaged his body to her own desire. All he could feel was how good she felt to him, riding him like she could drive Morgoth’s curse from him.

“Adar, Adar.” She moaned breathlessly against his lips.

To Adar, Galadriel looked like a queen sitting on a throne. She deserved a throne, he thought. Galadriel's golden hair fell against the Uruk's face, but he did not stop kissing her, bewitched by her body, by the golden hair that seemed so much like redemption to him.

She was panting against him, pulling his hair so hard, but he didn't care. Because he had never seen Galadriel so free, so radiant, as she was now as she sat on him so furiously and so lustfully at the same time.

“Louder, love.” He whispered against her lips, as Galadriel shuddered against him.

But, Galadriel didn't need those words to give in to euphoria, cumming against Adar, stopping her movements, without moving away from him. She wasn't satisfied yet. Because she was so angry with him, that she couldn't stop rubbing herself against him, as if that could lessen her anger.

Lost in her own pleasure, Galadriel didn't notice when Adar pulled so hard on her hands that the handcuffs gave way. Galadriel's back arched as she felt Adar's cold hands on her waist, now controlling her movements.

Adar's lips were everywhere now. He kissed her neck passionately, licking her glowing skin, which still held the glow of Valinor, the purity of the Land of the Valar. And his teeth, marked by malice, bit her skin, hard, savoring her moans against him.

Galadriel's nails scratched Adar's back as his kisses trailed down her collarbone, his tongue tracing her skin to her breasts. The taste of her skin was divine, everything about Galadriel was divine.

She moaned shamelessly against him, scratching him so hard he knew he would be scarred and he didn't care. She gasped when his lips reached her breasts, kissing, biting, all at the same time. Because he couldn't settle for one, or just one thing, he was too desperate to touch her.

“Adar.” Galadriel moaned, feeling his bites on her breasts.

It felt like a lost paradise. So fascinating and yet so corrupt. She was too breathless, too desperate for his touch, and Galadriel let Adar's hands tighten around her waist, forcing her to sit stronger against him.

He wanted her to merge with him. He wanted to destroy all of Middle-earth and leave only the two of them in all of Arda, so that he could worship her body as if it were an altar and he a supplicant.

“I hate you.” Galadriel groaned.

“Then hate me with all your fury.” He whispered against her skin.

Galadriel couldn't argue with Adar's words, or rant against him, she just moaned his name again, so overwhelmed with lust that she didn't even care when he smiled, completely satisfied with her anger. All she could do was kiss him.

She moaned into the kiss, cumming against Adar, too furious to pull away from the kiss. Adar's hands on Galadriel's waist tightened as he cumming against her, bringing his lips to her neck.

With a strange tenderness, he kissed her skin gently, almost as if she mattered to him. And Galadriel, her eyes closed, kept her arms around him as she stroked his hair.

The war cry of the Uruks outside the tent roused Galadriel from her trance. She jerked her hands away from Adar as if they had been burned. She stood, turning her back to him as she picked up the discarded clothes from the tent floor.

She didn't speak to him, or even look at Adar, as he stood up and began to get dressed as well. They could pretend that none of this had happened, no one but them would know. But would they be able to forget?

When Galadriel was almost fully dressed, she noticed Adar walking away from the tent. Galadriel cursed herself, dressing as quickly as she could. Lost in the thorny lust, she had truly believed she had convinced Adar.

That she had managed to change his heart, that she had turned him away from the blind desire for revenge against Sauron. However, Galadriel realized how wrong she had been, as she ran out of the tent after Adar.

Hm, that was inexplicable to write. I can't imagine it happening any other way, you know. Sure, Adar was ogling Galadriel all season, but he knows who's boss here. He knows.

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