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notreallythatlost · 10 months ago

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I BLEED THE SAME

➴ annatar/sauron x female!elf!reader

PART ONE

summary: after halbrand returns to eregion, he takes on a new form. and you feel drawn to it as much as to the darkness inside of him.

warnings: 18+, MDNI, angst, unprotected sex, p in v, slight biting, fluff means sauron is in love (can that even be possible??)

word count: 2k

author’s note: this is part 2 of ‘if you bled’. please read it first, before you continue. maybe this one is little bit of a mess but god, love me a soft sauron. 😫 i hope you enjoy it and don’t forget how i much i appreciate your likes and reblogs — it means so much to me. xx

inspired by: this song

THE RINGS OF POWER MASTERLIST

After Halbrand disappeared, he did not return but you often wished, he would.

Sometimes you even believed, that you could see him come around a corner out of a sudden, until you realized it is just one of the other elves.

A few days later, Galadriel and Elrond left to return back to Lindon with the rings. They tried to convince you to come with them, but you knew you didn't belong there anymore. So you stayed in Eregion while you waited for Halbrand to return, just like he promised you.

The weeks went by and with each passing day you lost more hope of seeing him again. And with your hope, his promises also began to vanish.

Until, one day, Mirdania rushes into the great forge and joins Celebrimbor's side. Even though their voices are lowered, you try to understand some of what she is saying to the Lord of Eregion. Then, when she mentions a messenger from the Southlands, the hammer you hold falls from your hands in shock as you take a sharp breath.

This can’t be possible.

All eyes are suddenly on you, but you don’t care, just like you don’t care about the hammer that is still lying on the ground. You grab the skirt of your dress and run, ignoring Celebrimbor's call. Your path leads you out of the forge, into the yard and to the gate.

And there you see him standing. The man you had been waiting for all this time. The man who had finally kept his promise and returned to you.

He has his back to you and you let your gaze slide over it. There is a wound on his right shoulder and your heart instantly clenches in your chest. Wherever he had been, he had been in pain, you can feel it.

As if he can hear your thoughts, Halbrand turns around and your eyes meet. For a moment, time stands still and you see the hint of a smile on his face.

You return it as best you can, but you sense that something is wrong. Not a second later, Mirdania walks past you towards Halbrand. “My lord, I must ask you to leave,” she says and glances over her shoulder at you shortly.

Halbrand turns his gaze to the elf and puts on a charming smile. “Why do you want me to leave? I've only just arrived”, he answers and smiles at Mirdania, making the butterflies in your stomach swirl around and you lower your gaze.

“I'm not asking you to leave, the Lord of Eregion is. He has no interest in negotiating with you,” the elf replies before turning away and walking towards you. Her gaze is on you, then she grabs your wrist and pulls you with her.

“Wait, I-” you begin, but Mirdania interrupts you. “Lord Celebrimbor says we can't trust him. None of us should get involved with him. Not even you.” Although her voice is tense, you can't help but let out a laugh. “You can't be serious. I know who I can get involved with and with whom not,” you try to defend yourself, but she just pulls you further away from him.

“Lady Galadriel says otherwise,” she replies and you freeze. “What does Galadriel have to do with this?” you ask with a slightly raised voice. For a moment Mirdania just looks at you, then she leads you back into the forge and out of Halbrand's reach.

You have no way of returning to Halbrand for the rest of the day. But you know that he is waiting. Even if not just for you. When it starts to rain in the evening and Halbrand is still standing in the yard, waiting, Lord Celebrimbor finally decides to go to him himself.

Some time pass and as he returns with Halbrand close behind him, the forge is completely empty — except you. Both of them are soaked and you are about to ask if you can bring them anything, but Celebrimbor silences you with a wave of his hand. “You have done enough. You can go,” he says, leaving you no chance to protest.

Your gaze falls on Halbrand, who is looking at you with a gentle expression in his eyes. He gives you a slight, barely noticeable nod and you turn away to go to your chamber.

You lie on your bed for a while and stare at the ceiling, your thoughts swirling wildly. There is so much you wanted to know, so many questions and only one person who knows the answers. And you hope that you would get it soon.

At some point you must have fallen asleep, because a gentle touch on your face wakes you. It takes a moment until you can think clearly again and you recognize a person sitting on the edge of your bed. You immediately sit up and slide away from the figure.

“Don't be afraid,” his words sound through the darkness and you start to relax. “Halbrand?” you whisper and he nods slowly. “But now, call me Annatar“, his voice is low as he answers making you swallow hard.

Annatar raises his hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is so familiar that you can't resist any longer and lean into it while you close your eyes slightly.

Suddenly the fire in the fireplace lights up and fills the room with a warm light.

After a few seconds, your gaze finds his and you can't help but examine his new form. He examines you just as intensely, as if he's waiting for a reaction.

But everything you could do is raising your hand and taking one of the blonde strands of his new hair between your fingers. You must have been silent for a little too long, because he puts his fingers around your wrist and looks you intently in the eyes. “You don't seem particularly impressed,” he says with a raised eyebrow, but you shake your head.

“No, it's not that. It's just... it’s new,” you admit, making him smile. “And I thought you were asking me to take on Halbrand's face again,” he rests his other hand on your thigh and you lean a little closer to him.

“Well, even though I think a beard suits you so much better, this face is just as fine,” you say with a smile and look him in his now deep blue eyes. But then you remember that he had been in hurt and in pain not so long ago and let your gaze fall down.

Annatar, who seems to have sensed the sudden change in your expression, frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“Tell me, what happened to you? Why did it take you so long to come back?” you ask, but Annatar just smiles. “Is this your way of telling me that you’ve missed me?” he asks with a hint of amusement and you snort quietly, but can’t help but smile.

Your fingertips glide gently over his cheek, and instead of the stubble you can feel his soft skin there. Even though he looks completely different now, you can feel that it is him.

“You are Sauron,” you suddenly say out loud for the first time before looking him in the eyes again. He returns your gaze, then nods. “But that doesn't seem to bother you,” he says carefully.

“No... even though it should. I should hate you for everything you've done. But I can't. I could never,” you whisper and feel him caressing your thigh with his thumb.

“She tried to convince you not to trust me,” Annatar says suddenly, thoughtful, and now you frown. “Galadriel...,” he adds, sensing your confusion.

You nod and let out a strained laugh. “Of course she did… what do you think? You deceived her. Like all of us. But she still doesn't have the right to decide who I give my heart to,” you say quietly and gasp softly as Annatar's fingers press tightly into the skin of your thigh.

“You should be careful who you give it to. Hearts are incredibly precious,” he whispers, leaning closer to you. You feel his breath brush over your lips and open them slightly, then his mouth is on yours.

Hot and demanding, as if he had been waiting for centuries to kiss you.

You can't help but moan, a mixture of desperation and longing as you bury your hands in his hair. Oh, how you already love these long strands.

His hands find their way to your hips, where he grabs you and pulls you closer to his body. A growl escapes from his lips, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin.

Breathing heavily, he pulls away from you again and presses his forehead against yours. “If we don't stop right now, I don't know how much longer I can hold back,” he says in a rough voice and you tremble. Your hands are still in his hair and you press yourself a little closer against him. “What if I don't want you to hold back?” you breathe against his lips.

And with that you unleash a storm.

Suddenly he is on top of you and presses your back into the mattress. His hands are all over your body, touching, pulling and caressing while you gasp for air.

Seconds later he starts to undress you, his hands touching every little part of your body before you get him out of his garments. They land on the floor just like your dress and he pulls you closer again.

All you can feel is Annatar's skin against yours, his fingertips wandering over your shoulders and his hard cock between your bodies as you straddle his lap.

He touches you as if you could crumble to dust before his eyes at any moment, and no matter how deeply you would like to feel him inside you right now, you can’t help but enjoy the feeling of his closeness and the desire that takes your breath away.

Finally, his hands move under your thighs and you look into his eyes as you position yourself above him. Your gazes are locked as you sink down onto him, but you had to close your eyes. It takes your breath away and you need a moment to get used to his size. Then you start to move and you moan with pleasure. Nothing has ever felt so good.

You press your forehead against his, as you pant heavily with one of your hands buried in his hair, the other in the bedsheets clawing onto them.

“Let me make you my queen,” he blurts out as you continue to move. You both have to groan before you realize what he just said. “What?” you gasp and pause. He takes advantage of this moment, puts his arm around your waist and turns you so that you are lying under him again.

He's still deep inside you and he moves his hips briefly to make it clear to you. “Become my queen,” he repeats and lowers his head to your breasts. He gently sucks on your nipple, moving slowly as if he's savoring every second of it.

“But I-” you stop and pant as he bites the skin beneath your breasts and look down at him. “Become my wife and I will lay all of Middle Earth at your feet. I will destroy anyone who does not submit to you — to us,” he continues and if you weren't so high on your feelings right now, you would have thought that this must be a joke.

You're just about to say something again when he suddenly speeds up his pace again. He thrusts deep into you, making your eyes roll back in your head. Your breathing gets heavier and your moans get louder until you hear his voice in your ear.

“Let go for me, my queen” Annatar ducks his fingers in your skin as your climax roll over you. You cry into his mouth, burying your fingers in his hair as if he was the only thing you could hold on to.

His breath is still on your ear as he moans softly, finding his own release and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Panting heavily, he places a soft kiss on your neck and breathes in your scent. Then he falls onto the sheets next to you and pulls you in his arms.

Lost in your thoughts, you draw small circles on his bare chest until he takes your hand in his, catching your attention. “I meant it. Become my wife and we will heal Middle Earth together,” he whispers and raises his other hand closed in front of your face before opening it.

In his palm lies one of the three elven rings.

For a moment you are too stunned to speak, until you find your voice again.

“Where… did you get it? Galadriel took them all with her,” you whisper and take the ring carefully in between your thumb and index finger.

“Does it matter?” he asks, stroking the back of your free hand with his thumb. “Is that a yes?” he asks, looking down at you expectantly.

You don't know what to say. But you know what your heart is telling you. And even though it was a betrayal of those you love and your entire kind, you know it's the right thing to do.

Because the darkness had called for you for your whole life.

“Yes...” you breathe and raise your gaze to meet his eyes again. There's a smile on Sauron's face as he takes the ring from your hand and gently slides it onto your finger.

“Then take this ring as my promise. I will give you the world and bring every being to its knees so that they will worship my queen.” With that, he leans forward and kisses the silver ring on your finger. And while you watch him, you know that one thing is certain.

This is all you've ever wanted.

And he is all you ever desired.

2024 notreallythatlost

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danger-xylophones · 4 months ago

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Hello there! I’ve just been looking at some of your Tolkien asks for the elves and I thought you were a really good writer, so I was wondering if you’d be open to writing about how the elves would react to finding out their human friend had parents that didn’t get along that well or argued a lot, and just really disliked each other? I don’t even know if they’d even have a concept of that, because elvish couples love once and forever. If you don’t want to write that, it’s perfectly ok. I understand that this is a sensitive topic for a lot of people, but I just wanted to ask :) Regardless, have a nice day!

Warnings: discussion of unstable/unhappy house holds, illusions to abuse/neglect

Note: I’ve included some elves invented for ROP and The Hobbit movies

Note 2: thank you for this request, it led me down several rabbit holes and now I know exactly how fucked up Celebrimbor’s father was

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I think the elves understand on some base level that it is possible for parents to hate each other, especially the ones that interact with humans more often like Elrond.

They’re timeless beings after all, who have seen the rise and fall of countless kingdoms of man. They know the propensity for greed and malice.

But it’s always abstract to them the same way true death is.

In the back of their minds they think it must have such an adverse effect on the child that it would be easy to spot.

Some are naive enough to assume that every person that chose to follow Morgoth and Sauron must have had parents who hated each other.

So when you reveal that you grew up in such a household it rocks their shit it startles quite a few of them.

In order from least to most surprised:

Arondir

As a guard of the south lands, he is constantly dealing with humans. He understands, I think best of all those listed, the broad range of dynamics possible in a human household and I’m sad to say he’s probably had to break up quite a few fights between parents.

So when you tell him, he’s rather unfazed. Not to say that he doesn’t care that you grew up in such a household but he knows that it isn’t something some people like to talk about. He offers you a firm squeeze on the shoulder and offers his ear should you ever want to talk about it though.

If you still live with your parents, he makes a point to start watching them more closely. He wants to be ready should he have to do something.

Elrond

Given his past list of parental figures and him being half-human, Elrond understands the best out of Tolkien’s elves. That’s not say his parents were bad but he has the best experience with uncommon households out of the elves on this list.

Younger or older, he approaches your situation with empathy. Similar to Arondir, he doesn’t try to pry but makes it clear that he is here for you if you want him to be. He also offers up a room in his house if you still live with your parents. He goes a step further though to offer a place to stay to any siblings you have as well.

He doesn’t claim to understand exactly what growing up around people like that does to one’s mental health but he is willing to do the research needed to become an advocate for you and for those who grew up like you.

Galadriel

Galadriel as we know her in the books and PJ’s films has the best intuition about the situation you grew up in. She’s incredibly mature and has a cunning to her that isn’t present in the other elves on this list.

Honestly, she might figure out that your home wasn’t exactly happy before you even tell her - catching all those little signs; the hesitation before mentioning your family, the careful censoring in certain anecdotes, or the complete lack of mentioning them. She catches them and puts two and two together.

I’m torn on if she’d ask you directly or wait for you to tell her. The first option wants for tact but I believe Galadriel can almost see the scars on your psyche and wants to help them heal. Regardless, you are always welcome in Lothlorien should the need arise.

Celebrimbor

Despite how low he is placed, Celebrimbor I think has the closest lived experience to you. He’s down this low because he thinks the shittiness of his father is an exclusive trait to him. It doesn’t actually cross his mind that humans deal with awful parents as well so he is quite shocked to learn this about you.

To be fair, we don’t know who his mother is and by all accounts her and Curufin could have had a wonderful marriage but I find this unlikely given his temper.

Celebrimbor understands best of all the shadow that rests on your shoulders - the creeping dread that rests in your heart whenever you hear a raised voice. Celebrimbor is a good person to rant to because he understands the anger the best and while his father may have committed atrocities in the name of avenging his father - he is careful not to overshadow your own tumultuous feelings whenever you do express them. He just listens, adding scathing commentary when needed.

Honestly, you revealing the truth about your own parents relieves him a little - not because you grew up like that but because someone finally understands what it’s like for him as well. None of the other elves get it. But you do.

Arwen/Elladan/Elrohir

So, the reason these three are grouped together is simple - they’re raised by Elrond. They understand the weird direction of their father’s life and he talks openly about its effect on him with all three of them as they grow up. So, they are a prime example of the elves understanding that parents hating each other is a thing that happens, but none of them have first-hand experience with it.

Arwen, to her credit understands the best out of Elrond’s children. I fully believe she inherited Elrond’s foresight and uses it to intuit what she doesn’t understand already. Still, she is surprised to hear about your parents and tries her best to get her head around it. But she is not immune to the “why did they stay together” question. In her defense, she doesn’t expect you to have an answer.

Her brothers on the other hand do ask you fully expecting you to have some wisdom about it that they don’t. Being some of the youngest elves on this list, it makes sense. They’re mature enough to know that they don’t know everything but not mature enough to comprehend that you don’t know everything either.

All three of them have a million questions but try their best not to bombard you with them. They do, however, insist to their father that he help you with housing if you or your siblings should need it.

Lindir

I believe Lindir to be a smart but sheltered elf. We don’t know how old he is so I personally believe he is on the younger side, maybe barely older than Elladan and Elrohir.

He’s bookish and as a result of that he has a very scholarly understanding of the world - so he has possibly read stories about dysfunction households. But I think he believes them inventions of the author. As in, he thinks they are isolated incidents and not unfortunately common truths for the children of men.

He is floored when you tell him. He is good about not bombarding you with questions but he will ask you why your parents married in the first place. Whether you tell him they were in love once or were a political marriage he can only nod slowly as if he understands (he does not, he is so confused). He can only offer to do what he does best - listen to you if you choose to tell him.

Gil-Galad

Gil-Galad is someone who falls victim to his own preoccupations. It never crosses his mind that the attraction patterns of men are different from elves. He’s not so sheltered to think it impossible but it’s like an out of sight out of mind thing for him. He just doesn’t realize it’s a possibility.

In his defense, he does have a lot of things to worry about as high king and unfortunately the interpersonal politics of humans are not top of the list.

But he’s curious when you tell him and he listens attentively. Whether your parents married for social gain, love, or convenience - he asks careful questions about what it was like to grow up in such an environment. He wants to help and after you tell him this, he resolves to find a way to help other humans currently caught in unhappy households. Depending on your relationship with him (I.e. if it’s platonic) he kind of adopts you. He feels like he wasn’t there for you then but he can be here for you now.

Haldir

Haldir’s hard for me to place. On the one hand, as a border guard he has the chance to interact with more humans than a lot of elves on this list. So that should put him towards the top. But I also think he has a rather insular way of thinking. As in his main concerns are for the elves of Lorien and not the travelers he meets which means he might not inquire about their family lives.

Ultimately, I think he is similar to Gil-Galad in the sense that he just doesn’t think about it. If the few men he speaks to on his travels make a reference to a singular parent, he just assumes the other died because he can’t fully wrap his head around the idea that some people have a potentially volatile home life and might only feel close to one parent. Or neither. His immediate assumption is that the reason a human doesn’t mention their parents is because they died. He doesn’t mean for it to be, it just doesn’t cross his mind on its own.

But, he actually talks to you and when you explain to him that no, they stayed married because it was easier to raise you and your siblings that way but they always fought with each other - he is so shocked. His immediate thought is why didn’t they just leave each other, but he tries to puzzle that out on his own. Ultimately, he is very thoughtful about your circumstance and tries to be someone you can vent to when you need it. If your parents are still alive, he offers to accompany you to visit them if you ever need. And he does his best to secure you a safe place in Lorien should you need it.

Glorfindel

Glorfindel is a great elven warrior able to face many things and take down balrogs. He has no idea that childhood can be one of the most challenging parts of life. And I mean that sincerely. Glorfindel is rather oblivious to the affairs of men prior to his fall. His concerns are Gondolin and the safety of his people.

Now he was alive for the kinslaying, so he is not a stranger to violence against kin. But he thinks that the bond between parents and child is almost sacred and not something easily broken. He is sad when you tell him that the children of men are excluded from the idyllic home life guaranteed to the elves.

But he’s also impressed by you. You’re a good, kind-hearted person despite the tension you grew up in. And he thinks that is something to be admired. He devotes himself to helping establish safe homes for children who grew up like you, especially post-fall and him being sent back to middle earth. And he holds up his promise long after you have perished - committing the house of the golden flower to be a symbol of safe haven.

Tauriel

So, Tauriel, I think is the most understanding of the Woodland elves - she’s a guard, she patrols, I have a feeling she comes into contact with the people of Laketown regularly enough to have experienced a variety of family dynamics.

But she doesn’t expect you to have grown up in a household like that. I think because of Laketown’s apparent poverty post the fall of Dale there is a noticeable uptake in crime. And, unfortunately a lot of crime comes from the broken homes of Laketown - youth acting out to escape their parents bickering, parents causing distress to their children and partners, things like that. I think, subconsciously, she associates unhappy homes with unhappy people.

But you don’t fit the way she thinks. You’re sweet and caring and she feels the weight of cognitive dissonance like a shackle. It takes her awhile to reconcile her view of you but she does her best not to let you see. And she’s decently good at it until she starts asking questions. But she listens carefully and starts to look for warning signs in the people of Laketown that they may need help. She petitions Legolas to speak to his farther to offer refuge to those in Laketown that may need it and asks the dwarves of Erebor to do the same.

Thranduil

Thranduil, I think, suffers from some of the most insular thinking on this list. He focuses on the affairs of his elves and pays no mind to the problems of men. It’s how he’s kept his people safe.

Now, I personally, think Oropher was not the kindest father. I think he was stern and hard to please because he expected the best of himself and his people. So, this affects Thranduil’s perspective on parents quite a bit. He may feel that he was unloved at times but he can attest that his father loved his mother even if he was not good at displaying it. His views are skewed to say the least. So he thinks you’re exaggerating at first.

If two people hated each other as much as you claim, why would they have a child together? Let alone stay together to raise that child?

It takes a lot of explaining for him to realize exactly what you grew up in. And when he does, he feels awful for not believing you. He’s not the best at apologies but he tries to make up for it by extending his services to Laketown. He does eventually find it within himself to apologize to you, directly. And asks that you help him understand.

Legolas

He is gobsmacked. Genuinely, so shocked. I firmly believe that Legolas is one of the youngest elves on this list and as a result he still has some maturing and learning to do.

If this is during the fellowship, he has to ask Boromir and Aragorn if you’re telling the truth - that two people can stay together whilst hating each other. And that it’s common amongst humans. He then gets to learn about Boromir’s childhood as well.

His heart breaks a little. He wants only the best for the people he cares about so he’s saddened and angry to hear the pain in your voice even if it. Is well hidden. He promises, as your friend, to never let you be reminded of your family’s pain. It’s a naive promise but one he means full heartedly.

Note 3: thank you so much for this request, it was a much needed break from King’s Herald and actually helped me solve a plot hole I got into. And thank you for the kind words, I’ve been worried my writing’s gotten stale but hearing that people enjoy it helps me to work out of those funks. Thank you so much.

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vampyreelf · 5 months ago

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Motherless

A/N: Need you to know that I had no idea where this would take me, but here it is lol. Italics means they are speaking Sindarin.

Summary: You lost your mother at a young age and a non existent relationship with your father, and Legolas is the only one that ever understood you.

Legolas x Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst (let me know if I missed anything else)

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GIF is from my main @ladyalatariel (but i haven't posted yet)

You live in Lothlórien with Lady Galadriel, she knew your mother incredibly well, they were born around the same time, in the years of the trees. But your mother is no longer here, and Galadriel and Celeborn took it upon themselves to raise you. She has died in battle when you were in early infancy, so you don’t remember her, you only know what Galadriel is willing to share with you.

Loneliness is something that you are used to, even with Celeborn and Galadriel treating you as their own, you knew that you weren’t and that broke you in a way. You enjoyed and valued your time alone more than anything else, you were known in Lothlórien for being a recluse, rarely going out to banquets and celebrations.

You were now reading in the library, as you always do when Galadriel came to you with a smile on her face.

“I have a request to make.” She announced touching your hair, ever since you were a child Galadriel loved your hair and playing with it, she was the only elf that could ever touch you anytime she wanted.

“Anything for you, Galadriel.” You closed your book and gave her your full attention.

“I have business to attend to in Rivendell, would you come with me?” You loved Rivendell, you and Arwen were close and she loved to take you there to visit it.

“Of course, I will start preparing for the journey.” Galadriel kissed the top of your head and you left her to go to your room and get ready for the journey.

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When you and Galadriel arrived in Rivendell, Elrond came to greet the two of you. He always had a soft spot for you as well, he was in the same battle that took your mother’s life and Elrond has always felt guilty for not being able to save her, even if he wasn’t anywhere near her.

“It’s an honour to have you here, Lady Galadriel.” He kissed her cheek and smiled, Elrond looked at you. “I didn't know you were coming, sweetheart.” Elrond was nervous, really nervous, that put you on edge and when you looked at Galadriel, she didn't meet your gaze.

“Galadriel asked me to accompany her, is there an issue?” Both elves shared looks and you were apprehensive, neither of them ever hid anything from you.

“We are hosting Thorin’s company, they are keen on reclaiming the kingdom of Erebor.” You had no idea where this was going but you had no idea why the presence of a few dwarves would affect you. “And a halfling.” Your face dropped, you knew exactly what that meant.

“You knew about this, Galadriel?” Your voice is filled with sadness and righteous anger. “You knew he was here and you allowed me to come?” Both of them looked down, not wanting to answer your questions.

“I only knew after leaving Lothlórien, and then not to disturb you, I decided not to announce it. I apologise.” You nodded your head, even though you were still angry, it wasn’t their fault that you had issues with him.

“It’s alright.” They knew that you were still shook up about the news and were only trying to be civil but they were happy about that.

“I’ll take you to your room.” Elrond guided you to the rooms and that’s when the hobbit found the two of you.

“Is that him?” Bilbo frowned, he has never seen you before.

“It is indeed, Mr. Baggins, this is Y/N. She is visiting us from Lothlórien.” He stretched his hand for you to shake, hobbits always seem to be happy and this one was no exception.

“Very nice to meet you.” You studied him for a few seconds, why did they have that you didn't? What attracted him to hobbits so much?

“I heard that you are helping Thorin Oakenshield’s company in reclaiming Erebor.” The halfling nodded his head in excitement. “Interesting.” You left without saying anything, it was weird knowing how much he preferred the company of hobbits than your own.

The next day you were talking to Lindir, he was less than happy with the dwarves in Rivendell and he was more than happy to vent about them with you. That’s when he came in with the halfling, Lindir left and it was only the three of you.

“You’re here.” Gandalf whispered, and Bilbo was confused. “You are your mother reborn.” He slowly came closer to you and touched your cheek, you knew that you should stop it but you didn't and you’re not too sure why.

“I’m sorry, but you two know each other?” You laugh bitterly, all of these unresolved emotions stir within you and it gets you to take a deep breath.

“You didn't tell him?” Gandalf looks down, at least he has the decency to be ashamed. “Your dear friend, Gandalf The Grey is my father.” Bilbo’s eyebrows shot up and his jaw was on the floor, the fact that he didn't tell people about you hurt.

“May we speak in private?” Gandalf spoke out and you nodded, the two of you left Bilbo by himself.

“What do you want to speak about, Gandalf?” Your tone was icy and it wasn’t what he remembered from you, at all.

“When did you stop calling me father?” You laughed bitterly, he had some gall, you gave him that.

“600 years ago, when I last saw you.” His head hung in shame, the truth of it was that he couldn’t bear to look at you, there’s nothing of him in you, only your mother and that hurt him, he couldn’t save her and he blamed himself.

“I apologise, I should’ve been better to you and for you.” Gandalf got closer to you, tears unshed in his eyes. “Would you like to accompany us?” You frowned, for someone that spent most of your life ignoring you, that came out of nowhere. “We should use this time to listen and learn more about each other.” He got closer to you and kissed your forehead, it was weird getting affection from your father after he essentially abandoned you.

“If I say no, I’ll be the unreasonable one and who knows when I’ll ever see you again.” You didn't want to admit that you wanted to spend time with your father, you barely knew anything about how he and your mother met, their love story and things about his life.

“You could never be unreasonable, I was the one that acted irrationally.” Gandalf smiled at you, but you could still see the regret in his eyes, and the guilt as well. “Come, I’ll introduce you to the company.” Your father guided you to where the dwarves were eating, it was a mess and they were loud and boisterous.

“Everybody.” All the dwarves looked at the two of you and it seemed that they weren’t too keen on elves, since they all looked at you with suspicion. “This is Y/N, and she will be accompanying us in this journey to Erebor.” It seemed that he was happy and proud of the fact that you were coming, Bilbo nodded his head and it doesn’t seem that he told everyone that Gandalf is your father

“Why a she-elf is joining us, Gandalf?” One of the dwarves spoke up, you assumed that he was Thorin, the leader of the company, his outburst didn't affect you at all, it was rather cute for you.

“Because I want to.” In his tone, all dwarves could see that there was no room for argument, so he just nodded and everyone made their introductions. They were wary but overall pleasant and they kept asking you many questions.

“How old are you?” Ori asked and you smiled.

“Two thousand years old.” All of them look at you in awe, and you decide that they are really nice dwarves.

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Gandalf told you to leave with the dwarves and hobbit and he would find all of you later, you didn't like this at all but you complied since the dwarves were nice enough company. All of you left Rivendell, and the one you talked to the most was Bilbo, it seemed that Thorin didn't like him at all and most dwarves felt sorry for him but never said anything in defense of the poor halfling.

After getting stuck in the orctown, and losing Bilbo, you had no idea what to do. You weren’t your mother, you were a healer not a warrior, nor a wizard like Gandalf.

“What is an elf doing with this lot of dwarves, eh?” The orc king enquiries, his flesh seemed putrid, even for an orc.

“An elf is forbidden to have friends?” Thorin looked at you with a smirk on his face, despite not being a warrior, you didn't cower under pressure, which impressed the dwarf.

The orc grunted and told another orc to warn Arzog that they had Thorin’s company in their custody. Suddenly Gandalf appeared and was able to help all of you to escape the disgusting orctown. If it wasn’t for him, you had no idea what would’ve happened, but you were still trapped in the orctown and more and more orcs were descending upon all of you, the dwarves and Gandalf made sure to protect you since you couldn’t fight.

All of you were able to escape the mountains and get on daylight which was your best bet since orcs hate the sunlight, all of you left but Bilbo. You were now healing all of the scratches of the dwarves and the aches in their bodies, Thorin finally saw how valuable you were and could help if there was a life threatening injury on any dwarf in his company. Bilbo showed up and it seemed that he and Thorin were finally getting along, which made you happy since you grew quite attached to the hobbit. When Arzog and his army showed up, all of you had to climb the trees, you grabbed Bilbo and put him on your back since he was having issues climbing, you assumed that he had never done this before.

“This is entirely unnecessary.” Bilbo protested being attached to you, but he never made any effort to let go when you were climbing away from danger.

“The words you are looking for is ‘thank you’’, Mr. Baggins.” You teased and he relented and in a hushed tone thanked you for saving his life, you were quite a nimble tree climber, doing it since your earliest memory in Lothlórien, remembering Galadriel watching you with a watchful eye, scared for your safety.

You saw Gandalf calling for the eagle King for help which made you sigh in relief, for the first time in your time spent with your father, his wandering nature made it beneficial since he had many friends and were willing to help as well. When Arzog finally showed up, Thorin moved to fight him, which was quite idiotic in your opinion, but there was nothing you could do to stop him. But that’s when you felt Bilbo and walked toward danger.

“Mr. Baggins, must I remind you that that is not a common foe. What can you do against such a creature?” You pulled him closer to you but he released himself from your grip.

“He is my friend and I will help him.” With his elven dagger, which looked like a sword in his hand, he went towards danger, you looked away, you couldn’t handle seeing him getting killed as well as Thorin.

But in fact they weren’t killed, Thorin was close to death but you knew he still lived but barely. The eagle flew away with you and you could see Thorin being carried, when all of you descended to the ground, you ran towards Thorin, Gandalf already there.

“Help him, please.” You nodded and you spoke the ancient language and Thorin woke up and you sighed relieved.

Now all of you needed to find a place to rest, and Gandalf took you to Beorn’s house, the skinchanger. He explained what he was to the dwarves and how terrifying Beorn could be in his bear form.

“Y/N, you will come with me and Bilbo, a wizard, a half elf and a hobbit is strange but better than a company of dwarves.” Gandalf decided and no one had a different opinion.

“Half elf? What are you then?” Bofur enquired and everyone nodded, they had no idea of your parentage and they were quite intrigued by you, all of them wanted to learn more about you.

“I am half elf from my mother and half Ainur from my father.” You looked at Gandalf, who was deep in shame, you were his only daughter and he allowed himself to abandon you for Galadriel and Celeborn to raise you.

“Ainur?” Bofur looked between you and Gandalf, the dwarf was smarter than most would credit him as. “That means that…” You stopped Bofur, while the other dwarves were still in the dark with everything that was going on.

“We should go speak with Beorn, shall we?” Both Gandalf and Bilbo nodded and the three of you left.

Meeting Beorn was pleasant enough, he took a liking to you, which didn't surprise Gandalf, you were the same image of your mother, considered the most beautiful she-elf, some would say even prettier than Lúthien herself. But now Beorn met all of the dwarves and everything was well, and now all of you needed to go through Mirkwood so you could reach Erebor.

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Now all of you were in the entrance of Mirkwood, the forest looked sick and you didn't like it. Gandalf entered the forest first, you and Bilbo were nearby and some of the dwarves not too far behind, it seemed that someone was speaking with Gandalf, and you knew that look, he was about to leave.

“You are departing, are you not?” He took a deep breath and looked down, that gave you all of the answer you needed, all of the thousand of years of pent up anger bubbled to the surface. “This is the only thing that you can do, isn’t it?” You walked away from the forest and Bombur was releasing the ponies.

“Not my horse, I will get back to Lothlórien today.” Tears were threatening to spill but you are determined not to let them see you vulnerable.

“Y/N…please, there are things that I must attend to, an evil that is taking hold on all of middle earth, Lady Galadriel…” You were sick of this, sick of him, angry at yourself for allowing yourself to think that he would change.

“I don’t care.” You yelled out and everyone looked at you stunned, you didn't even raise your voice once in this journey. “You keep doing this, why did you even invite me here? To abandon me again? You are unbelievable, father.” Sarcasm dripped through the last word and everyone was too stunned to speak.

“Father?” Bilbo spoke up and came closer to you and Gandalf. “Does that mean that…”

“The grey wizard married a she-elf in the first age, she had me but she fell in battle, and the great elf-friend abandoned his daughter in Lothlórien for the Princess of the Ñoldor and the Prince of Doriath to raise the child as their own.” Everyone had their jaws on the floor, that would mean you and Gandalf are father and daughter. “He prefers to spend his time with hobbits and other races rather than his own daughter.” The company looks down, you could drop a pin and it would make a thunderous noise.

“You know that if I could I would stay but you know what is at stake here, bigger things are…” You got closer to him, fury written all over your face.

“More important things, more important than your daughter.” Speaking as a matter of factly, something broke inside you and he knew it. “Go and be where you are needed, but never speak to me again, I won’t ever entertain you again.” With the finality of your words, Gandalf left to his own affairs, you were completely done.

“Y/N, don’t leave us, please.” Bilbo spoke in a soft voice, he knew that you needed to be near others, you couldn’t be alone at a time like this. “I know you want to be in Lothlórien, where it feels safe but we need you as well. We want you here.” The halfling was very perceptive, he knew that is all you wanted, to be wanted somewhere, by someone, all of the dwarves nodded.

“You are the prettiest one here, if you go, who will we admire?” Kili spoke and made all of you laugh, and they loved the fact that you were smiling.

“Come, she-elf.” Thorin spoke and you decided to follow them, going to Lothlórien would only have you fighting with Galadriel and Celeborn, you didn't want that at all, so you followed them.

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Something was clearly wrong, Bombur was in a deep sleep unable to wake up and all of you were walking around in circles, it seems that the Mirkwood forest had no end in sight. Just then the spiders attacked and you didn't remember anything else until Bilbo was able to free you from their trap, just then the woodland elves surrounded all of you and their leader was…

“Legolas.” He looked at you and for a few moments he was frozen, the last time he saw you was 900 years ago, you were always in his thoughts, and he was in yours. “It’s been a long time.” The elf came closer to you, his hands touching your cheek, admiring your beauty.

“You have always managed to take my breath away.” Your company couldn’t understand you, and the other elves moved away from you and Legolas, to give you privacy. “What are you doing in our woods, Y/N? With dwarves no less?” He holds your hand and kisses it, Legolas has always been a romantic and you love him for that.

“I wanted something different, Legolas.” He laughed and instantly dropped the subject, he looked at the dwarves with nothing but disgust.

“We will take you to the castle.” All of their swords were taken away, and you knew what that meant, they were prisoners.

“Legolas, they are not doing anything wrong. We simply wanted to get to our destination in a timely manner.” You didn't want your new friends to be prisoners at all.

“They were trespassing, my love.” He spoke with so much softness with you, Legolas was the only one that made you feel truly loved, and cared for.

“So did I.” You countered and he sighed, he could never argue with you, he would give you the moon if you asked of him.

“Alright, my love.” He looked at the dwarves, if you spoke for them, he would tolerate them. “We will take you to my castle.” It was the only thing he spoke to the company and with that you retreated with Legolas and the dwarves following you, and then you saw Kili speaking with another she-elf, you remembered her name that Legolas mentioned once before, Tauriel, it was clear there was something there.

After getting to the castle halls, Legolas guided you to his rooms, he wanted to speak with you with all the privacy you two needed. Legolas was the only person that you ever made your feelings known about your mother, father and everything else.

“My love, I can see the sadness in your beautiful eyes. Open your heart to me, what has happened?” Legolas touched your hair, his eyes held nothing but concern and adoration for you, as he always had.

“My father, he was the one that convinced me to come on this journey.” Tears went down your cheeks and Legolas wiped them away, he had nothing but empathy on his face, Legolas was the only one that understood your situation. “But then he left, and I gave up on him, I don’t want to hear from Gandalf The Grey ever again.” The elven prince kissed you softly, if he could, Legolas would remove all of your pain if he could.

“He doesn’t deserve to have you as a daughter.” You smiled, he knew exactly what to say to you. “What can I do to make your pain go away?” His earnestness was one of the main reasons why you fell in love with Legolas.

“Explain to me why my father prefers the company of halflings and dwarves over his own daughter, why did he abandon me when I needed him the most? Why is his love for my mother not enough for him to raise her child?” Pouring your whole heart out to Legolas, your most vulnerable feelings laid out bare to him and there is no judgement, no condemnation, only love in his blue orbs.

“I will repeat the words you told me years ago, when I came to you about my father and losing my mother.” Looking down in shame, you knew what he was about to say but somehow it didn't stop the hurting, perhaps that is how Legolas felt when you spoke those words to him. “Your father not being there for you speaks only of his character, not yours. And you know how precious and esteemed you truly are, my love.” You kissed him, it was soft and slow but still full of passion.

Legolas knew what you needed and he was the luckiest elf on Middle Earth that you wanted him, and only him. He loves you with all of his heart, he dreamt of you, in his dreams you were in Valinor, and you sailed to Middle Earth and rescued him, in other dreams he saved you from disgusting goblins and orcs, and you were the beauty that he was unworthy of.

“I need you, Legolas.” You whispered near his soft lips. “Remember the first time we saw each other?” He smiled fondly at the memory, he placed his hand on your shoulder, touching your collarbone. “Being away from you brought me only grief, please stay near me for all of the ages of this world.” You have never been so vulnerable before, if Legolas rejected you, you would die of heartbreak and grief.

“My promise to you now is I shall never depart from you ever again, you are mine as I am yours. You are the light of Middle Earth to me, and I shall follow you anywhere, even the fires of Mordor.” Tears of joy fell down your cheeks, Legolas was everything you ever wanted, more than Gandalf’s attention even. The elven prince wiped the tears off your face, you would never cry out of sadness being with him. He kissed you with everything he had, all of the feelings in one kiss.

Legolas undid the bodice of your dress, he took his time enjoying the suspense of seeing you bare to him, and you were the same, seeing his perfect body in all its glory, you were truly bewitched by him and he by you. After kissing you, Legolas touched your plump lips with his thumb, admiring them, his blue orbs bore into your soul, he could see all of you for what you were, and there was nothing he didn't love about you.

He turned you around and he removed your dress, which pooled around your feet, Legolas got in front of you and knelt, his eyes held so much love it overwhelmed and delighted you at the same time, he grabbed your left leg and your feet went on his knee, he kissed your feet, then your calves, then your knee, then your thigh, then your right thigh, then your right knee, then your right calf, then your right feet.

“Know this.” Lust was evident in his lovely voice. “I shall worship you every time we are together, for you are deserving of nothing less.” Legolas got up and kissed your neck, and your collarbone, he grabbed your hands and guided you to his bed. “Lay down, my love.” You did what he asked, your naked back touched his silk sheets, which were almost as soft as Legolas’ lips on your skin.

“I crave you, Legolas.” He wasn’t teasing you but it felt as if he was, you couldn’t handle being so close and yet so far from him.

He knew very well of your cravings, Legolas suffered the same one in regards to you. The elven prince kisses your collarbone, going down to your breasts, he takes his nipple in your mouth, you moan and your hands go to his golden hair, feeling his braids on the side of his head. Legolas plays with your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, while the other is in his mouth, he groaned being so near you this way and your moans were like music in his ears.

Legolas kisses your stomach down to where you need him the most, you put your legs on his shoulders, arching your back, you were desperate for him, you needed him more than air at this point. He positioned himself and you felt his tongue on your pussy, and you moaned loudly and that spurred Legolas on, he loves your noises. Now he was as if he was starved, he was sucking, biting and tongue fucking you, it was loud, the wet noises travelled around his bedroom and you loved it. You grabbed his hair with all of your strength and Legolas groaned, he loved having his hair pulled by you. The knot on your stomach was increasing and you were breathless and you moaned even louder, the more you felt his tongue on your clit, he moved to your hole and his nose was on your clit and he fucked you with his tongue.

“I’m so close, my love.” You rasped and Legolas picked up his pace, he was determined for you to release on his face. “Legolas.” You chanted his name over and over again and that spurred him on even more, and with his tongue fucking you, you came all over his face and sheets, back arched and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I love you.” Legolas spoke and he kissed you passionately. “And I you.” You responded with a smile, there was nothing else that you wanted than to have him inside you, to be as physically close to him as possible, to solidify your love even more. Your beloved aligns his cock against your pussy and he looks at you, he wanted to make sure you were alright, that you truly wanted this.

“Are you ready, my love?” You nodded with great enthusiasm, and he smiled, he cups your cheek with his hand and he kisses you. Legolas enters you and you moan, his cock was long and thick, and it fills you up deliciously, your moans were loud but so was Legolas’ groans and grunts. His thrusts were slow and passionate, his whole body was moving at a sensual pace, it hit the perfect spot inside you and your legs wrapped around his waist. “You feel divine, my beloved.” He groaned and he grabbed your leg and put it on shoulder and he hit a whole different place inside you which made you scream, Legolas felt himself getting close to his peak as well.

“Oh, Legolas.” You could barely think straight, the only thing on your mind was the pleasure he was giving you, chasing your own release and Legolas’ as well. Your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, but you didn't care, you wanted Legolas as close as physically possible, and he was the same.

“Legolas, I’m close.” You yelled out and his thrusts grew more rapid and stronger, your nails digged into his back and Legolas bites your shoulder, the two of you reached your peak at the same time, trying to catch your breath, the two of you look into each other’s eyes, so much love can be seen without any words being exchanged. “We will have our own family, and love each other for eternity.” Legolas promises and you kiss him, and for the first time in your long life, you feel at peace.

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— THE SERPENT QUEEN

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!Maia!Reader

SUMMARY — The Queen of The Southlands is Adar's prisoner in Mordor but her husband comes back to set her free. At least that is what they want other people to believe. In fact, they seek their revenge on the Lord Father of the Uruks and they certainly are up to no good.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — The idea for this story started quite simple – Halbrand looks so hot in this episode that while rewatching I thought... what if he was like "set my wife free" instead of "let my people go"...? 🥵 And in the end the story grew much bigger plot-wise and it's quite long but I didn't want to split it in two parts because I feel like more interesting things are happening later in the story. 🙈🤣 The Reader is a Maia and she changes her forms but I did not describe how any of them look like except for a little detail that is a scar and I needed it for the plot. She is also a shape-shifter like her husband but she is known for being a serpent and she is referred to as (Y/N), which is her "Maia name" but I also gave her three other names, which are for her disguises and their meanings are explained in the fic. BTW there might be a second part to my Chrysalis fanfic! But I wanted to write something else first! 🦋

WARNINGS — Reader is not a good person, mentions of Morgoth's past abuse (towards her, Mairon and Adar), Reader is being beaten by the Orcs as their prisoner (she is a Maia, though, so it doesn't really damage her or anything... but still!), brief mentions of other prisoners dying (including children), Reader has a scar on her chest/breast, shape-shifting into a snake (can it be a tw?)

WORD COUNT — 8,500 (🙈)

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

THE SERPENT QUEEN

“Where did Halbrand’s wife ever learn how to use a sword?” Galadriel wondered after watching your little performance to show her that you indeed could pick the freshly forged weapon up and wield it.

You panicked at first, not knowing what to say, therefore you laid your eyes on your husband who was leaning on the wall with a smirk as he watched you. His tanned muscles, dirty from the forge’s grease, flexed in a very appealing manner as he smirked. After all, he was the master of deception, therefore you hoped he would come up with a good lie.

“That is how I fell in love with her, don’t you know?” He chuckled and shook his head, winking at you. “I started a tavern brawl once and there she was, showed up out of nowhere and pressed a knife to my throat, telling me to get out of her father’s tavern. She kicked my arse although I admit, I let her,” he added and you rolled your eyes.

“Bollocks,” you snorted at that. “Keep lying to yourself, Hal.”

Galadriel smiled at the story, however she remained vigilant.

“That does not answer my question,” she pointed out but you already felt more comfortable with lying since your husband had prepared the soil for it.

“My grandfather was a knight,” you told her. “A poor one that had been given some of his own land but he lost nearly all of his humble fortune because of gambling. He kept his sword, though, and I was his only grandchild. My old man never learnt how to wield it nor was interested in it but I picked it up quite fast. My grandfather was hesitant at first since I was a girl but he eventually gave in and taught me,” you added to make the story more believable. Galadriel, however, looked a little stunned while you grew frustrated. “Listen here, Elf, human women are stronger and more independent than you think. In the village not so far away from ours, there is this woman… Annie’s her name, am I right, Hal?” You looked at your husband with another made up lie.

“Aye, hard–headed Annie,” he nodded and Galadriel raised an eyebrow.

“She is a carpenter’s widow and when ol’ John died, Annie was left with nothing. She learnt the craft in a year and re-opened the workshop,” you told her and Galadriel seemed to be a little surprised but did not comment any further.

“Well, alright then, knight’s granddaughter,” she challenged you as she raised her own sword slightly to point its sharp tip at you. “Show me how you fight now. Holding the sword and waving it around is one thing but dueling with me is another,” she walked out of your house and you swallowed thickly, squeezing the sword’s hilt.

“Don’t overdo it,” Mairon squeezed your arm when you were on your way out. He leaned in to hiss it into your ear as he shot you a warning glance. “(Y/N), I mean it. Let her win in the end.”

You looked deep into his eyes without hiding your frustration and anger.

“Oh? You think I would defeat her? Have you forgotten already?!” You snapped at him, lowering aggressively your white blouse from underneath your corset with your free hand to show him a scar on your breast.

The scar Lady Galadriel had left there the very last time you had duelled with her back in the First Age during the battle where she had known you under a different name and profession, which was one of Morgoth’s Lieutenants. The wound had been inflicted with a steel from Valinor and its pure light had damaged your physical form forever – no matter what shape you took, your form always had a scar in the very same spot.

Your husband looked at the scar and chuckled at the sight of it, which annoyed you further.

“Just go and do your thing but don’t make her suspicious,” he said and you fixed your blouse before following Galadriel outside but not without giving him a scolding look.

Mairon walked out of the building as well and leaned on another wall now but this time in the shadow of the building’s roof where he was able to watch your duel with the Lady of Light.

“Do not fret, it is but a friendly sparring,” she smiled at you.

“I don’t fret,” you emphasised and charged at her.

You were trying to keep your rage at bay and despite the centuries since your previous fight, you quickly found your rhythm again that resembled a gracious dance of two fierce ladies. Feeling your husband’s gaze upon you, not without feeling frustrated and humiliated, you stumbled a few times and let out a few groans of effort to look more human and less experienced than you truly were, hesitating here and there before making the next move even though it had been calculated and planned already.

The Númenorian commoners living on the same street as you and your husband these days froze in the middle of the pavement and abandoned their daily errands to watch the sparring between two foreigner women and what fascinated them the most was how this extraordinary duel was between a human and an Elf. But what they did not know was the fact that the fight in front of their eyes was even more special than they realised.

It was a fight between two old enemies and none of them was mortal. A duel between the Lady of Light, Commander of the Northern Armies of High King Gil-Galad and the Serpent Queen – the only female Lieutenant of Morgoth and then Sauron’s right hand and wife. You had been enemies with her for long centuries now and even in the songs and legends you had always been put against one another. However, that was something even she did not know of at the moment.

You finally landed on the ground, your shoulder blades hitting the pavement as you dropped your sword. She would probably win either way, which was something you had to admit to your own self bitterly, however this time you allowed it to happen much quicker than usual. The way you fell down on the ground hurt your human flesh, therefore you let out a whine and Galadriel’s eyes widened slightly. She visibly felt bad about the fierceness in which she had defeated you despite assuring you of the friendly nature of this sparring.

But throughout the fight you could feel her frustration growing when she had realised you were better than she had been expecting.

“Are you quite alright?” She asked, reaching out towards you with his hand. “You fought well. Your style reminds me of someone very powerful I had once known… Your grandfather must have been a grand knight.”

“I am fine,” you drawled out through your gritted teeth and grabbed her hand, allowing her to help you stand up while you picked up the sword from the ground. The people watching on the pavement were slowly going back to running their daily errands. “Do you think my skills are enough to fight the Orcs?” You asked, innocently.

“Yes, I think so,” Galadriel nodded with a furrowed brow and looked behind you to meet your husband’s gaze. “If your husband allows it, that is.”

“I don’t need his permission for anything,” you shrugged your arms.

“Of course,” Galadriel smiled softly. “But I’m sure Halbrand here would not want to lose you, Maira.”

“I’m not worried about that,” he approached you two and stood behind you before wrapping his strong arm around your waist. “She’s invincible, that woman,” he leaned in to kiss your cheek and you giggled. “My woman,” he added and you patted his arm playfully.

Galadriel kept smiling gently at the two of you. She was very glad her plan was working out and of course you had been making sure it would. Your husband had been playing the role of a man who wanted to have nothing to do with his heritage and you played the role of an insisting wife, motivating her man to do the right thing. A classic, old tale.

“The Southlands will prosper under your rule, of that I am sure,” Galadriel whispered with hope in her voice. “King Halbrand and Queen Maira. Your bloodline will be the bloodline of the great and righteous kings.”

“And queens,” you winked at her with a chuckle.

About that one thing you agreed with her, actually – The Southlands would prosper under your rule.

You would heal it, after all. And then you would be moving along to heal more realms and lands. Until all of Middle-earth would be nothing but perfect.

You were not sure if the volcano exploding was part of your husband’s plan. It probably was but as usual he had not told you everything and it frustrated you greatly. Either way, you had no time to discuss it with him as the dust and fire began to cause chaos and destruction. As the (self-proclaimed) Queen of The Southlands, you busied yourself with pretending to be a protector of your subjects, helping women and children to seek shelter.

The darkness and disarray made it possible for all the Orcs to break free and begin their slaughter as well. And somewhere amongst the messy battle, you were suddenly thrown on the ground with all force and attacked by the filthy creatures you had once led to the battlefield yourself.

Therefore, you knew perfectly well everything about how they were fighting and how they were thinking. Surrounded by darkness and chaos you could show the true potential of your abilities since Galadriel could not see you and find them suspicious. This way, you slayed quite a few Orcs but there were too many of them charging at you and, eventually, they kicked the sword out of your hand and held you by your hair, throwing your head back to expose your neck for the dirty blade of the biggest one amongst them.

“Mairon,” you called for him with your mind. You needed a rescue – you did not want to lose this flesh, which would separate you from your husband for another few centuries.

You had been patiently waiting for his return, hiding away from the Valar who wanted to find and judge you. If you lost your flesh now like he had once lost his, you would have to be away from him for a few more centuries. What a cruel fate it would be but perhaps that was the way for the gods to punish you from afar.

And how ironic it would be if you lost your wife because of the Orcs like your husband had once lost his as well.

“Mairon!” You called for him again when the Orc’s blade moved closer to your neck.

Your husband, however, was busy fighting and perhaps he didn’t even sense your calling. There was only one thing you could do to save your flesh now, although it risked losing your disguise.

The human colour of your eyes subdued slowly and you allowed your pupils to narrow unnaturally as if you were a snake while one side of your human face swelled with thick, black blood flowing in your veins. The Orcs took a step back and looked at each other, confused. You quickly went back to your ordinary and innocent look, though, making them believe they had just experienced some sort of mirage.

They were only descendants of the ones who had been fighting by your side all the centuries ago before your army had turned their backs on you, leaving you in the middle of the battlefield to die from the wound Galadriel had inflicted upon you. Therefore, they could not remember you.

But, perhaps, the legend of the Serpent Queen was still being told between a father and a son amongst the Orcs. Amongst the Elves you were known as Lókë, too, just like your husband was known as Sauron. The Serpent and The Abhorred.

“I am Maira, Queen of The Southlands,” you breathed out the name of your human disguise to the Orcs, pretending to be as desperate as proud. “I am more valuable to you alive,” you added.

They were grunting between each other some things in the Black Speech, which you could understand perfectly but you pretended you could not. Finally, they agreed to let Adar decide your fate and you clenched your jaw at the mention of his name.

The one who had betrayed you and your husband. The one who had ordered the Orcs to leave you out to die in the battlefield where you had been fighting at the same time Mairon had been coronating himself. The war with the Elves had kept you apart on the day so important but you had been trying to remain hopeful – to win him a battle as his coronation gift and get your own coronation ceremony shortly after.

In fact, your husband had promised you that yours would be much grander and more beautiful if you had to have two separate ones. His had been supposed to be a humble one but yours would be the most breathtaking and splendid.

And after nearly coughing your lungs out after being wounded and naively left alone to die as if you were an ordinary mortal, you had crawled out of the battlefield, leaving a bloody trail behind you. And when you had arrived at your fortress, all you had found was Mairon’s dead body.

Knowing he would eventually come back to you, you focused on healing yourself and hiding from the outside world since now you had no army and no husband by your side, meanwhile the Valar had been searching for you. And all this time, you had been tempted to find Adar and seek your revenge but you knew your husband would not be happy that you had taken this from him. He had been the one personally slain by Adar, therefore the vengeance was his to take.

The Orcs put the shackles around your wrists and dragged you behind them to some shed where you were supposed to wait. And while you were on your way there, you finally heard him.

“(Y/N)?” You sensed a panic in his tone. “We are leaving, I am faking an injury. Where are you?”

“Go, Mairon,” you answered. “I am their prisoner and I am sure you can make an advantage of it,” you assured your husband with your mind. He was not replying for a while as if he was thinking about a new scheme.

“I will be back,” he only assured you after a while and you smirked to yourself.

“I know.”

Beaten and bruised, hair full of mud and dried out blood, you were dragged in shackles alongside other human prisoners and you were given no special treatment due to your status. Of course, despite the unpleasant experience of your human form, none of that could truly affect you because you were not bound to your flesh.

If you truly were who you were claiming to be – a human common woman Maira – you would be long dead now, of that you were sure. In fact, you could see some of the humans dying out of exhaustion or injuries and they were mostly women and children.

Each time they were feeling worse, like the true Queen of The Southlands, you were begging for mercy and for help. And each time you were punished for that but of course nothing could damage your flesh permanently – except for pure Elven steel that represented the light of Valinor… but the Orcs did not possess such weapons, naturally.

They worked on some sort of a primitive settlement for themselves and the humans were required to help them. As a woman you were given a bit lighter jobs around and you were performing them although you wondered when would Adar finally grace you with an audience as you were gritting your teeth and wondering where your husband was and what was he doing.

And, finally, one day, while working alongside others, you spotted Lord Father taking a walk around the camp. He was talking to a few Orcs and nodding his head at their reports.

You lifted your head up and Adar turned around this very moment as if he felt some sort of a connection between you two. Your eyes met and he tilted his head slightly when you were giving him a hateful look before going back to work.

After a short while, you were being beckoned over by the Orcs to approach them and Adar.

“You!” One of them called in his filthy, raspy voice. “Queen of The Southlands,” he addressed you with irony. “Come ‘ere, Your Majesty,” he emphasised the title as the rest laughed.

You straightened your back and walked up to them as much as the collar around your neck attached to a chain allowed you to. It was not enough, so Adar took a few steps ahead to stand closer to you and examine your face. You could feel your hatred for him growing and making your fists clench around nothing.

“What do they call you, Your Majesty? I believe your name has escaped me,” he started.

“Maira, my Lord,” you remained polite to pose as a person full of dignity no matter what circumstances were.

“Maira…” Adar hummed to himself and furrowed his brows. “The name sounds oddly familiar to me.”

Of course it did, what an idiot, you thought. You named your human disguise after your husband’s true name. And perhaps it had been a mistake, you had just realised.

“Named after my great-grandmother, I was,” you nodded at him. “I wanted to talk to you for a while now, actually. About the way you treat my people here. They need more food and water, better shelters at night, especially children,” you continued your play-pretend. “But I don’t think you want to talk to me about that, am I right?” You sighed.

“My children work as hard as your people. We all start with nothing here,” Adar pointed out and you clenched your jaw at his words.

“Yet your children walk freely and we have collars around our necks,” you told him.

“There is a price one must pay for being defeated,” he pointed out and lowered his gaze at the place where your blouse was torn, revealing a small part of your scar.

Adar furrowed his brows and lowered your blouse down with his cold finger as a shiver travelled down your spine and your heart began to pounder.

“My husband would kill you for that, my Lord,” you threatened but he ignored you.

“Where did you get a scar like this? I’ve seen you back there on the battlefield and you fought well, my Queen,” he addressed you with sarcasm, of course, “and you seemed to be experienced in combat.”

“The scar is not from any combat and I’ve been taught how to fight by my grandfather, he was a knight,” you answered his question but he kept staring at your scar and tilting his head. Was it possible that he could sense the source of the old wound? He was an Elf after all and what had poisoned you forever now was made out of Valinor’s light. “Aye, my Lord, the scar is from my past when I was a very young maiden and didn’t listen to my mama as I wandered around the woods on my own. Don’t worry, I defended myself and you should see the other guy,” you chuckled nervously and Adar finally raised his eyes to meet your gaze but he still looked unconvinced.

One of the Orcs approached him as he kept staring at you suspiciously. He whispered something into Adar’s ear and you could hear the word serpent as you realised that the same Orc had been one of those who had captured you before.

Adar nodded at him and laid his eyes upon you once more, this time even more intrigued than a moment earlier.

“My children claim you pulled a magic trick on them,” he pointed out and you had a feeling that denying it would only make it look worse for you, so you came up with another excuse.

Actually, you realised that lying was not such a difficult craft. So far, you had been mostly relying on your husband to prepare the soil for your deceptions but now, when he was not around to help, you found out it was not that hard to do it on your own.

“My grandmother was a witch, they say,” you remarked.

“You seem to be coming from a very interesting bloodline,” Adar smirked and you sighed.

“You want to talk about my ancestors, my Lord? Sure, why not. I feel myself invited for dinner then, but is it not rude to keep your guests in shackles?” You raised an eyebrow and his facial expression hardened immediately.

“Where is your husband, I wanted to ask?” He finally inquired what he had called you for in the first place.

“The hell would I know?” You shrugged your arms. “What do you need him for?”

“To send him a message that I have you,” Adar explained. “What other use are you to me if not a bargaining chip?” He pointed out. “If he doesn’t come for you, I can kill you easily and get rid of the burden.”

“He will come back,” you assured him with a head nod as your eyes became serious in an instant. “I don’t know where he is but he will not forsake me. You can expect him any day,” you added. “Not only I was left behind, my Lord, but his subjects, too.”

Adar nodded at you and dismissed you before walking away. You, however, stood still and kept staring at his back with nothing but pure hatred.

“What are you staring at?!” One of the Orcs barked at you. “Go back to work, whore!”

“You have no idea who you have just called a whore,” you only told him before turning around and going back to other prisoners. The Orc laughed at you. “Scum,” you muttered under your breath.

The day was windy and dark – like all days nowadays in the land that Adar had renamed to be Mordor. Mairon quite liked the sound of it and he thought he would not change it. Unless his wife would insist, of course. You hated everything that came from Adar, therefore you could want to change the name and he would not blame you.

If you two did not need the army of the Orcs so badly, you would probably insist on getting rid of them, too. That was how much you hated Adar and his children.

A few weeks you had suffered at the Orcs’ camp while your husband worked in Eregion with Lord Celebrimbor – pretending to be worried and heartbroken about his wife’s imprisonment, of course – but now he was finally back to free you and to continue his plan.

He had not been actually heartbroken – he knew his Serpent Queen was strong and truly invincible but he had been worried indeed. Worried that your impulsive nature had given your disguise away somehow during that time.

After turning himself in he was led in chains, with a collar around his neck, to see Adar alongside other humans captured on the way. He witnessed some people being killed for refusing to kneel in front of their new Lord and some being marked with burning iron for choosing to follow the new leader. As a man posing to be their King and protector, Mairon had to pretend to be sympathetic towards their fate.

“The King of The Southlands turned himself in, Lord Father,” one of the Orcs pushed him to stand closer to Adar who had been squinting his eyes at the man in front of him. “Says he wants to negotiate.”

“Is she alive?” Mairon asked as his voice broke a little although he knew perfectly well that you were – his sweet (Y/N), he could sense your presence from miles away now.

Adar hesitated before giving him an answer, visibly debating with himself inside of his mind.

“Worried about the witch, are you?” Adar finally asked and Mairon gritted his teeth.

What looked like him being angry at Adar for calling his wife a witch, was nothing but his anger towards you for being impulsive enough to earn such a title amongst them now.

“What are you talking about?” Mairon asked.

“Nothing,” Adar shook his head and chuckled. “She is alive and a burden to us all. Her wicked tongue and her big mouth surely are. If you want to take her, I am not going to ask for much in return. I will gladly get rid of your Queen,” Adar remarked and the Orcs laughed.

Mairon moved uncomfortably. It was all a game, of course, but he felt real rage now at the disrespect these filthy creatures were showing to their rightful Queen.

“That is good to hear but I am here not only as her husband. I am here as the King of my people, too,” Mairon pointed out. “Let them go.”

The Orcs laughed again, which was something he had been expecting. Adar remained serious, though, and so did Mairon.

“...or yours will die,” he threatened, although as a human he was posing to be he could not do anything, of course.

Perhaps he shouldn’t be so angry with you for making too many hints about your real nature because he was giving in to the temptation himself now. It was simply impossible for creatures as proud as you two not to hint at your real greatness when you were forced to be humiliated by the circumstances.

Adar finally shook his head and snorted at Mairon’s threat.

“My people defeated the Men of these lands,” he said. “We defeated the Elves who came to their aid. We even defeated the allies, the Men from beyond the sea,” he stood up from his throne to walk up to Mairon. “There is no one left for us to fear.”

“There is one,” Mairon said to that, pretending to look hopeless and defeated. “Since Galadriel’s defeat, she sought out new allies,” he continued as Adar kept staring at him angrily but not without a hint of fear on his scarred face. “An ancient sorcerer and a Lady of Darkness, to instruct the Elves in forging a new weapon.”

The Orcs were visibly upset about the news as they looked at each other, worried.

“One you first told her about,” Mairon kept teasing to plant an idea inside Adar’s mind that he could be a source of his children’s demise. “A power over flesh,” he explained. “Do you remember those words? A power that will allow them to use your children as slaves in their army once more,” he finished his teasing. “I fled from them after finding out with whom the Elves wanted to forge an alliance,” he continued with the lie.

“Galadriel would never have anything to do with them. She spent long centuries fighting them and their evil,” Adar shook his head.

“Nothing brings people together as much as a common enemy. Perhaps she hates your children more than she hates them,” Mairon answered.

“Besides, they are both slain,” Adar chuckled nervously, trying to convince others as much as himself, therefore Mairon ignored that accusation.

“Set my wife free, let my people go, and I will tell you where they can be found, so you can destroy them and rid us both of their endless evil,” he made sure to sound a little frightened as well.

“No, Your Majesty,” Adar addressed him with irony as he moved even closer. “You will tell me everything you think you know of this sorcerer and his serpent whore now. Or I will spill the words from your throat.”

“If I die, all that I know dies with me,” Mairon pointed out. “You can’t kill me.”

“We’ll see for how long you keep that attitude,” Adar smirked before looking at one of the Orcs. “Bring her.”

You knew that your husband was back already, you could sense him for long hours now. However, you kept working as usual and pretending that you could not sense anything. The Orcs were already calling you a witch and you wanted them to think of you as an innocent village folk healer instead of a real sorceress with any grand powers because that would be too suspicious.

“You,” you felt a dirty hand grabbing you and turning you around as you nearly bumped into an Orc standing there.

“What is it?” You furrowed your brows, expecting him to inform you that you were free to go after your husband’s negotiations.

This, however, did not happen. Of course. Life would be too beautiful then.

You were dragged by the chain towards one of the wooden huts and thrown inside on the hard floor. You scratched your hands when you landed on it with your arms extended to avoid bumping your head.

“She is no part of this,” you heard a familiar voice and you raised your head as your eyes sparkled and a smile appeared on your face at the sight of your husband.

He had a collar around his neck as well and he was as dirty and bruised as you were, chained to a wooden pillar. You wanted to run up to him but the chain around your neck was too short to be able to reach him as the Orcs laughed and they chained you to another pillar. This way you could face your husband but you could not touch him and what a great torment it truly was.

It was surely a torment much greater than the physical pain they were inflicting upon you to make him talk. And while they kicked and punched you, you dissociated – staring blankly at the wall and being grateful for the fact you were a creature powerful enough to be able to mentally leave your body like this.

“Stop it!” Mairon begged in a raspy voice as one of the Orcs kept his head still, forcing him to watch. When you laid your eyes on him once, you swore, he even faked a tear streaming down his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” you heard his voice inside your head and it made you realise that the tear was not a play-pretend. Watching you being in pain was not something he enjoyed unless it was in your intimate moments – something rooted in love and mutual consent.

“I can handle that,” you answered. “What is your plan?”

“I will tell you when we are left alone by them. Can you endure a bit more, my love?” He asked, worryingly.

“I would endure centuries of that for you, Mairon,” you assured him. “I will, however, lose consciousness now,” you warned him so he would not be scared before you pulled the trick on the Orcs and forced your flesh to shut down, pretending to faint out of pain.

Enduring the pain they were causing you was easy. Watching them hurt your husband was worse even though you knew that his case was exactly like yours and none of the damage could truly take him down or become too unbearable. Watching his pain was still making your heart ache as you sobbed and begged them to stop while your head was being kept still and forced to observe like his head had been held earlier by them as well.

The Orcs were taking turns in tormenting you both and you already knew all of Mairon’s plan, which he had revealed to you when they had left you for the night, thinking you would sleep the injuries off, not knowing that rest was not something any of you needed.

One evening the Orcs brought a growling and snarling warg with a collar around his neck like yours and chained him to yet another pillar. He could not hurt any of you because of the length of his chain but they assumed his presence would make you more scared as they walked out laughing and wishing you a good night ironically.

“Aww, poor baby,” you sighed and leaned your head back on the wooden pillar behind you. “Look, my love, they keep him on such a short chain. It should be a crime,” you pointed out. “Shh, shh, sweetheart, it’s fine now,” you cooed to the warg and he barked at you angrily. “Oh, don’t be cross with me, it was not me putting you here!” You chuckled at him and took a look at your husband from the corner of your eye.

He was sitting up as well, leaning on his pillar and staring at you lovingly from between his ruffled brown hair with a soft smile.

“You’ve always liked them,” he whispered.

“What is there not to like about those big, hairy beasts that tend to bite?” You teased him with a wicked smile and he chuckled while shaking his head.

“Do you remember witnessing me like that for the first time?” He asked and you smiled at the memory.

“You stepped on me, my love,” you said and he laughed, therefore you pouted, “and I do not find it funny!”

“You were easy to overlook, my darling. You were a snake then,” he reminded you

“First of all, I was the most beautiful snake in the woods, so you should have spotted me immediately,” you teased. “Second of all, I was terrified, remember? It was the first time I transformed and I could not repeat it. I truly thought I would never go back into my old shape…”

“But then, a big werewolf stepped on you and you suddenly changed into the fair maiden that you are to scold him,” he finished the story. “My wife.”

“Your wife,” you nodded with a smile. “I recognised you immediately, my husband. I recognised you by your eyes alone even though they were yellow orbs of the beast but something about them told me it was my Mairon.”

“And you hopped on me and I took you back to the fortress and our master laughed at that, remember? He called me your dog then,” he chuckled as he shook his head but you frowned at the mention of Morgoth.

“I never liked how he would humiliate you,” you admitted.

“This humiliation I did not mind,” he said.

“This whole thing,” you looked around, “reminds me of the past. Adar treats us like our master once did – making me watch you being hurt and forcing you to witness my torment. Do you think he is inspired by what our master was doing to us? And now he is inflicting it upon… well, us?” You chuckled sadly.

“I… don’t want to remember that,” your husband winced as he leaned his head back on the pillar behind him.

“Forgive me,” you looked down.

“Do you know what pains me the most?” He asked and you raised an eyebrow at him. “That we will forever be known and remembered as his subjects. His followers and his successors. His shadows.”

“There is nothing else we can do. In Valinor we are no longer welcome,” you shrugged your arms, however the old scar nearby your heart burnt at the mention of your home where, deep down, you longed to come back.

But not without Mairon.

“They wanted to give us a chance,” your husband reminded you in a whisper.

“And you really think they would allow us back in on the same terms? Don’t be foolish,” you snorted. “We would forever be outcasts amongst them and they would never trust us. And we would have to bow our heads for the rest of our lives – bow them lower than others to remain in their good graces. I’d rather be known as our master’s shadow and forever wear the stain of being his property once than to bow down in front of anyone ever again!” You drawled out through gritted teeth with determination and Mairon met your gaze, a little taken aback by your outburst. “You are the only one I can bow my head to.”

“You do not have to bow your head to anyone, my love,” he assured you.

At that very moment you were interrupted by a filthy human working for Adar and the Orcs – he was the worst amongst all of these creatures because he was doing all these things not because he had to or out of his nature but simply because he wanted to remain in their good favours no matter what.

He laughed with contempt at the sight of you and your husband and by the stink alone you recognised that he was carrying food for you.

“Am I interrupting’ somethin’, lovebirds?” He asked, to which you and your husband said nothing. “Come on, Your Majesties,” he teased. “Not even kings and queens can go without food,” he reminded you and he had lots of reasons to because you both had been refusing to eat for days now.

He crouched down next to you, probably too scared to tease your husband or perhaps you were more pleasant for his eye. Either way, you wanted to make him regret that.

You did not enjoy being perceived as weaker than your husband only because you were a woman. One thing you had to admit about your master – he had never treated you any different because of your gender. The pain, the torture, the punishments, the responsibilities – you had been gifted the very same ones as any other.

“Why doesn’t he want to open up?” Waldreg whispered into your ear as you kept staring at your husband only, ignoring him completely. “Mayhaps he doesn’t care about you so much, does he? Mayhaps it doesn’t bother him to see you in pain, Your Majesty.”

You clenched your jaw at his words. He had absolutely no idea how much Mairon cared. How much he had been caring for centuries now. How many times he had taken your master’s anger on himself to protect you.

“Mayhaps he told you what he knew, huh?” Waldreg continued. “I’m sure he did. You tell old Waldreg everything you know about Sauron and Lókë…”

Suddenly, you turned your head around to hiss at him, letting out a sound the very same as any real serpent would. Waldreg got startled and jumped back before stumbling down and falling as you chuckled with contempt.

“Pain must be something you enjoy!” He exclaimed at you and threw the food on the floor as two Orcs hurried to his side to help him stand up.

“Oh, mayhaps I do,” you mocked the word he had been teasing you with before and you gained a kick in the face in return from one of the Orcs. Blood filled your mouth as you laughed and the warg next to you began to snarl.

“After Lord Father releases us, I’m going to kill you,” your husband told Waldreg when you were spitting the blood out of your mouth.

“Adar doesn’t even remember you two are here,” Waldreg laughed.

But you knew it was not true – you would never forget the look in Adar’s eyes at the sight of your scar. You were sure he was intrigued by you and your husband and you even had that unsettling feeling that he simply… knew who you truly were.

The Orc, still standing above you, raised his hand to strike another blow and you tensed your muscles, preparing your flesh to endure it.

“I’ll take it,” Mairon interrupted him. “Leave her, I’ll take it,” he pleaded. “She is my wife and I am responsible for her big mouth and her stunts,” he insisted.

Tears filled your eyes at that because he had begged your master the same way once after the battle you had lost – she is my wife and I am responsible for her failure. I’ll take the punishment, leave her, I beg of you.

The Orc looked at Waldreg, a little confused. But Waldreg shrugged his arms in return because it did not matter to him which one of you would be beaten – he simply enjoyed the act. Therefore, the Orc only growled at you before he approached your husband to beat him instead.

What you did not sense in all that mess was the fact Adar was standing nearby and overhearing the last few sentences, which had reminded him of the twisted couple he had known in time long gone now, yet still fresh in his memory.

Your flesh was of a human, therefore it regenerated quicker when asleep. So, some nights you and your husband allowed yourselves to drift off to the land of dreams. You had done that on the previous evening but you quickly regretted that choice because the dream you had was far from pleasant.

It was not a dream, really. It was more of a memory that you found yourself inside of once more – the long and endless road you had crawled with a bleeding wound in your chest, only to find your husband’s dead body abandoned in the fortress in the puddle of his thick, black blood.

You had sobbed and taken his cold hand into yours as you had laid upon his still chest, burying your face in the red fabric of his robe, stained with his blood now, still sensing his weak presence somewhere around the fortress but it had been ungraspable, therefore hugging his dead flesh had been all you could do. You had brushed his ginger hair one last time with a sad smile and had fallen asleep there, on top of him, sobbing and defeated. Alone.

When you opened your eyes, though, you were back to reality. And there was Adar standing above you, staring intensely. You furrowed your brows at him but he did not say anything and crouched down to remove the collar from your neck and set your hands free from the shackles before standing up again without a word. He walked over you to stand above Mairon now, waiting for him to wake up as well.

You sat up lazily, wondering what would happen now and your husband woke up as well not long after you.

“I was in your place once,” Adar said as you watched, intrigued. Mairon was still laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling. “In the eldest of the Elder Days,” Adar continued. “Thirteen of us were chosen to be blessed of Morgoth’s hand with the promise of power,” he crouched down to be closer to your husband’s face.

You looked up to exchange a confused look with Waldreg and one of the Orcs standing by the door to the hut. That small string of connection between the three of you in that moment was nearly funny if the situation was not so serious.

“A new birth. I was led up to a dark and nameless peak. Chained and left with nobody to keep me company except for a vicious serpent coming to visit me sometimes,” Adar confessed and the pain in his voice was raw and authentic.

You saw something glistening in the dim light and, to your surprise, that was your husband’s tear streaming down his cheek. You understood why – the first Uruks had not been the only ones that Morgoth had been torturing. Despite being enemies with Adar, you had a strong connection with him through the suffering you all had endured back in the day from the hands of the one you all had been calling your master.

“And after what seemed endless thirst and hunger…” Adar continued his story. “I saw them. His servants’ faces. Sauron’s face… It was beautiful. And Lókë’s, too, for she followed him everywhere. Her eyes… Those were the very same eyes as of the serpent that had been keeping me company in those endless days and I realised she had been the one to join me in my misery. And until this day I do not know if it was her mercy, her sympathy or her wicked passion for witnessing somebody else’s pain.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat, stopping yourself with every fibre of your being from telling him that it had been sympathy – it had been nothing but pure sympathy and what had been his repayment? Betrayal.

Although some part of you understood his reasons, too. It had all been for his children. Perhaps one day you would understand this kind of love as well but it would require you to forever bind yourself to your physical form and you were not sure if it was a sacrifice you would ever be ready to make.

“Lókë wiped the dirt, sweat and blood off of my face. Sauron offered me wine, red as a blood moon,” Adar went on with his story. “He offered me wine and on that dark and nameless peak, I drank it. I drank it all.”

You saw your husband glancing at you with his teary eyes and now your own eyes were wet, too, after being reminded of that day.

“Your wife is no longer in chains. Your people have been set free,” Adar announced. “Now, tell me what you know of Sauron and Lókë,” he demanded and your husband moved his head up slightly as his blood-covered lips curved into a smile.

“Sauron has returned in a new form and his lover forged herself a new flesh as well,” your husband revealed. “I am not yet sure what shape they have taken.”

“Then of what use are you to me?” Adar asked, angrily, while standing up.

“I have something you don’t,” your husband teased him. “The trust of the Elves. Release me, release my wife,” he continued, “and we’ll go to them and I’ll seek Sauron out, so you can marshal your legions to destroy him.”

Long silence occurred, in which you assumed Adar was overthinking the proposition.

“We want the same thing you do, Lord Father,” you whispered, your voice nothing but a shaky breath. Adar turned around to look at you intensely and you pretended to startle a little. “We want Middle-earth to be free of evil.”

It was no lie – you wanted nothing else. You wanted this world to be a good and happy place. Healed.

Adar took a deep breath in and eventually nodded at Waldreg, who walked up to Mairon hesitantly.

“Do you vow allegiance to Adar, Lord Father of the Uruks?” He asked, giving you a quick glance before looking back at your husband.

You waited for Mairon’s decision first and you could see how much it costed him to say that word even though it was only a game you two were playing.

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes,” you followed.

“Then kneel,” Waldreg ordered. “Both of you,” he turned his head around to look at you.

You moved yourself up on trembling legs, pretending to be moved and scared. Your husband was still in shackles, therefore he struggled to get onto his knees and it pained you to watch him so humiliated. You approached him to help him but Adar extended his hand to stop you from any further movement. You froze and waited for your husband to get on his knees first before you would join him.

And when he was on his knees, you felt Waldreg hitting your back and making you fall down upon yours as well even though it was unnecessary because you planned on doing that anyway. You looked up at him with hatred.

“Now, swear it,” he ordered.

It was all a play-pretend, you had to remind yourself. Being on your knees in front of a man who had betrayed you once was so humiliating, though, that you wanted to cry for real. And something about Adar’s proud and intense gaze was telling you he truly knew who you were.

“I vow–” your husband began.

“With your head at my feet,” Adar interrupted him and you looked up at him with anger before you began to follow his order before your husband even moved, still taken aback by such a request.

“Not you,” Adar stopped you. “Him.”

You swallowed thickly and exchanged a look with your husband before he eventually gave in and laid his face on the ground in front of Adar’s boots.

“I vow to serve the Lord of Mordor,” your husband whispered. To the end of my days… and his,” he finished.

Adar laid his eyes on you now, still kneeling as your thighs trembled slightly.

“I vow to serve the Lord of Mordor,” you bowed your head, humbly. “Till death removes me from the responsibility,” you added.

Adar nodded and walked away. Waldreg freed your husband from his collar and his shackles although he did not look happy about it. When Mairon was finally free, you cupped his face and leaned in to press your forehead to his before kissing him briefly with a big smile to be able to hold him again.

You were given one black horse you had to share but you did not mind it at all as you hopped on it to sit behind your husband and wrap your arms around his waist before pressing your cheek to his shoulder blade.

Very slowly he was leading the horse out of the camp and when you were on the hill above it, you heard a scream of pain from the distance. Your husband stopped the horse as you both chuckled because it was the scream of Waldreg being eaten by the warg left behind in the hut. The one you had tamed during your stay there and now you had your revenge on the filthy human.

And soon, on all of them.

“You know,” you mumbled out.

“Hm?”

“I quite enjoy our adventures as Halbrand and Maira,” you admitted and squeezed your husband tighter.

“We have been tortured for weeks now, my love,” he pointed out with a laugh.

“I know but apart from that… There is a certain charm to it,” you explained.

“Yes, I am aware,” he admitted with a head nod and ordered the horse to move again. “However, we have a work to finish in Eregion.”

“Do you have a new name already?” You asked him, teasingly.

“Annatar, Lord of Gifts,” your husband answered. “You?”

“Fëanár,” you revealed and waited for his response. “The patron saint of the fire… to spark a brand new inspiration within Lord Celebrimbor’s forge,” you explained your choice.

“Soul of fire,” your husband hummed to himself. “Bold one. I like it,” he admitted and you smiled to yourself, hugging him tighter, proud of yourself.

Proud and happy to be with him. Wherever the road would take you two.

MASTERLIST

#sauron x reader #halbrand x reader #annatar x reader #lilysfiction

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inthehouseoffinwe · 9 months ago

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Just cause I think this would be cute for the Finwëans (because large extended family yanno.) Bear with me, this needs a little context.

In my culture we don’t call older siblings by their names. More than respect, we do it as a form of endearment. For example, the oldest sister is ‘Apama’

Apa - Sister (affectionate)

Ma - short form of mother (also affectionate)

Another example is ‘Apajaan’, jaan as a generic term of endearment. Usually used for people you’re close to. This also applies to older cousins, especially first cousins who get the next closest endearments. Or if you only have brothers or only have sisters, they’d take the ones available.

Eg. I don’t have any sisters but I have an older female first cousin. I’d call her Apama.

Or maybe I don’t have any older brothers, so I call my male first cousin ‘Bhaijaan’ (Bhai = brother)

SO I think it would be super cute if our resident Aman born elves with their hundred names, also had these terms for their older siblings. It would probably only be used if there’s a significant age gap, so Mae and Mags would call each other by their names, Celegorm, Caranthir, and Curufin all use each other’s names.

All of Fingon’s younger siblings call him by an endearment. Argon also uses one for Turgon and Aredhel.

All of Finrod’s siblings call him by an endearment. Aegnor and Angrod call each other by names. Galadriel doesn’t because she wants to be Different TM but it comes out in moments of high emotion. Orodreth (because I like adding him even if it was one mistake in the official stuff) calls everyone but Galadriel by one.

Ambarussa use a big sister endearment for Aredhel, since she’s so often hanging Celegorm and they see her the most. And an older cousin term for Galadriel.

The Nolofinwëans and Arafinwëans use endearments for their respective older cousins, and those of similar ages, but only those still somewhat close to the Fëanorions use any for them once they leave for Formenos.

The exception is Maedhros and potentially Maglor (depending when he was born) as the first grandchildren with a larger age gap to the rest of the family. Everyone has to call them by some term, even if it’s just out of respect. Fingolfin and Finarfin ensured this out of love for the eldest kids.

Onto Finwë’s kids.

Fëanor is oldest so it doesn’t really matter. He doesn’t particularly care if the others call him by his name or anything else.

All of Findis’ younger siblings call her by an endearment.

Fingolfin and Lalwen are pretty close in age so they call each other by names mostly (we have some more generic equal terms too.) Fingolfin probably used something for Fëanor until pride took over both brothers.

Finarfin is the baby of the family and generally a ball of sunshine until they throw the crown at him. He calls everyone by something, including Fëanor because let’s face it. He’s probably old enough to be Finarfin’s dad by the time he’s born 😂

Now the interesting thing would be seeing how these relationships dissolve over time, and when they lose these terms of respect or endearment. When the younger members start calling their siblings or cousins by their names instead. Because I don’t think it would change just because of a new language.

Most of them start calling Maedhros by his name only after the first kinslaying and Helcaraxë. Some of them return to calling him by an honorific when they see what Morgoth did to him and he gives up the crown to keep peace.

They all stop calling the rest of the Fëanorions anything but their names though. The exceptions are Fingon (who only used one for Maglor other than Mae, and that was more out of general affection than because he was older) and Finrod.

Finrod has one for Celegorm as well (he is in fact a bit younger) which he uses until the Nargothrond situation because listen. I sincerely doubt Finrod would’ve just let Celegorm and Curufin in freely if he didn’t have a good relationship with them.

Turgon starts calling Fingon by name sometimes after losing Elenwë. He doesn’t know why, he shouldn’t be angry at his brother… but he doesn’t have anywhere else to take out his fury. Fingon’s heartbroken, but he understands.

No one calls Turgon anything but his name after his disappears. Ironically enough Turgon starts calling Maedhros and Fingon by theirs again once he moves away.

Depending on their mood, the twins do or don’t call Aredhel by hers. They don’t blame her exactly, but it hurts that she’s gone. Then again, it’s not like they don’t deserve it after the boats. The younger Arafinwëans are a little less forgiving.

All the younger Fëanorions and Nolofinwëans call Angrod by name after the ban on Quenya. Some of them do the same to Finrod.

Galadriel completely stops using any and all terms after deciding to stay in Doriath. Catching herself even in those high emotion situations where it would sometimes come out. No one’s really surprised but it does hurt her brothers and Nolofinwëan cousins. She regrets this in the Second and especially Third Ages, and exclusively uses endearments when talking about them to keep some connection to her lost family.

Meanwhile on a faraway shore, Finarfin alternates between cursing his brothers and sisters’ names, and crying alone under still unfamiliar moonlight, calling for them in every term of endearment he can think of. They never answer.

…I’m sorry, this got kinda angsty towards the end 😂

Feel free to ask if you have any questions!

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balrogballs · 5 months ago

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I had a cursed thought that seemed like your kind of thing. If Elves don’t get sick, does that mean they’re immune to food poisoning? Like… what if Elves have the worst food safety practices ever cos meat sitting out for a couple days or whatever won’t actually hurt them and as long as it tastes fine they don’t care

Oh my god. This is. Remarkable. There is so much headcanon potential here.

Celebrían chaining raw eggs. Glorfindel slamming down moldy bread and calling it “pleasantly astringent”. Galadriel wondering why the Hobbits are looking at her weirdly as she eats her mid-afternoon raw chicken. Celeborn eating bark and barking at Gimli when poor Gimli points out that bark should not be edible. Valinor feast halls just being stinky as hell because half the food is expired. Erestor straight up chugs rotten vegetables. Elrond and his children sitting in the corner holding their owie tummies having tried to drink from the communal pitcher of milk and having found just. A straight up hunk of naturally formed cheese curds.

And Legolas. Where can I start with Legolas. He is a menace on the quest. Literally drinks from every mud puddle they pass. Climbs trees and sucks out ticks from twigs. He offers to take one for the team and eat Gollum. When Frodo and Sam later tell him about Gollum doing all that with the raw fish, he just goes “yeah I do that too omg never judge a gremlin by its cover can you believe he’s just like me fr!” Every day Aragorn tries to tell him that he has to fill their flasks upstream from where they wash. Legolas refuses point blank, claims he enjoys the faint sheen of grease.

#i enjoy that people send me cursed things #lotr crack #lotr shitposting #legolas greenleaf #ask balls

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myrsinemezzo · 4 months ago

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Haladriel Positivity Post #3

This fandom has so many wonderful outlets and expressions for our ship from edits to fic to meta to art. And it’s the art and edits that fascinate me the most because my god how do you do it?? So much skill and time and talent goes into them. In comparison, I offer you This!!

J/k 😩 but seriously, that is the limit of my art endeavors when it comes to this fandom so today I’m rounding up links to just a few (seriously just a FEW) of the truly spectacular artists and pieces of art in this fandom. Please link your own favorites if you’d like and spread the love because there is no way I can capture how many people are putting their hearts and souls into what they do <3

I’ll start with the newest art post I’ve seen by @esvvel because holy wow. NSFW behind a cut and truly truly beautiful. Heart-wrenching in its tenderness.

Next up is a recent piece from the lovely @tindu who ripped my heart straight out of my chest with their teeth because this one is so heartbreaking

There’s something so delightful about this one by @artist-alyona-kopnina in the look they manage to capture in his eyes and the subtleties of the crown rising from his brow. Perfection!

Smooches!

This series of smooches fuels me and gives me serious heart eyes. Including this one by @dokkvi that is a quiet moment post-battle. If only!!

And this is one of the most delightful Halbrand/Galadriel ones you can have. It’s all thanks to a deactivated account by artist jesrika. (I weep that I can’t seem to find them on IG or other platforms I’m on.) If anyone knows the artist, please send them my love!

I’ll admit that it took me a while to glom onto Annatar as a facet of my blorbo where Halbrand and Lowden Sauron got me pretty much from the get-go. But this piece of art by @artesdaterramediaby-kithkerulin entrapped me with the pure joy and passion of this epic smooch. Yes please. Love it. (No clue why you have to click through on iOS)

I want to include a few solo portraits that I came across recently of both Galadriel and Annatar because they’re so lovely.

This one fills me with awe just like @samiaescorcio15 always does. Just beautiful.

Galadriel is the queen of my heart, and I have quite a soft spot for this one by @perseruna

And I can scarcely look away from this recent one featuring the piercing eyes and the beloved braid crown by @a-litt1e-emo

I haven’t even gotten into the art I know of inspired by fics but that can be its whole different post sometime soon.

Alright, we’ve moved through the different ages with different facets of the characters and I had to throw on one that captures the humor of this fandom perfectly. So, many thanks to @thegreendragoninn for this piece that made me laugh aloud in public!

Please do feel free to repost artworks you also love (with links only please unless you’re the artist themselves so they get the proper credit) or drop names in comments because we love you guys and you deserve each and every ounce of attention and praise for what you do!!

#haladriel positivity post #haladriel #saurondriel #galadriel #halbrand #annatar #haladriel art #saurondriel art #trop art #rings of power

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haladriel-fluff-week · 6 months ago

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Introducing Haladriel Fluff Week 2025, April 6-12!

Announcing an event celebrating fluff works in the Haladriel/Saurondriel ship! This year, each day's prompt will be themed around a song lyric, with the last day being a free day. The event will be run from April 6-12, and to participate in the event, use the hashtag #haladrielfluffweek2025. An AO3 collection will open closer to the start of the event.

The week of April 6-12 is also National Library Week, so I also encourage people to do something nice for a librarian at your local public library.

What Are the Content Expectations?

You can submit fanfiction, fanart, gifsets, and any other type of fan-created work to the event. The work must focus on the Sauron/Galadriel ship in some way, though if you want to focus on an OT3 with them and someone else, that will be accepted. All ratings will be accepted. What I won't accept are works created using AI.

That being said, we also do not gatekeep the definition of fluff here, and recognize that the fluff genre can contain many aspects outside of just wholesome fluff. So long as the fic ultimately has a happy ending, I do not care if your fluff contains some angst.

Who Can Participate?

Anyone, even people who don't normally write for this ship! If you are blocked, though, you will not be reblogged and I will likely remove your work from the collection.

What are the Prompts?

Day 1: Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips/We should just kiss like real people do.

Day 2: If you by then have forgiven me/When push comes to shove/We don’t have to be enemies.

Day 3: You’re a hard soul to save/With an ocean in the way/But I’ll get around it.

Day 4: You’ve got a way to keep me on your side/You give me cause for love that I can’t hide.

Day 5: I don’t know you but I want you/All the more for that.

Day 6: There's nothin' sweeter than my baby/I'd never want once from the cherry tree.

Day 7: Free day

#haladriel #rings of power #saurondriel #galadriel #sauron #annatar

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neyafromfrance95 · 10 months ago

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I’m gonna be real here but your understanding of l Sauron and Galadriel and their relationship is far superior to the writers. It gives me chills. If you were one of the writers on board, the show would be next level.

I don’t think they’re clever enough to dive into it like that and aren’t even bold enough either, so we have to keep telling ourselves that we aren’t going to get Haladriel complexity sadly we might not even get Galadriel being complex since they’re already mellowing her down

omg, thank you! you made me blush fr :D

however, i think i simply interpret and put into words what we are actually getting. it's just that what we are getting is very subtle and subtextual. smtms vague bc they got no guts to more explicidly convey what i'm 100% sure they want to convey.

think about the already iconic "to worship the light of its queen" line. while s2 was airing, a few shippers started referring to sauron's yearning for galadriel as a "worship of the light" and concluded that he thinks everyone in the middle-earth must share his adoration. these takes were based on the subtle details, parallels and metaphors we saw in the show. but i never imagined that they would actually make sauron explicitly confirm this word-for-word! it is actually such an astronomical win for us!

and then galadriel altogether stops her feral and desperate fight when she sees halbrand in front of her. she drops all of her defenses for a moment and just looks at him. then when he recites his s1 speech, she closes her eyes for a second! bc her feelings for halbrand are so intense! this scene was literally a confirmation that galadriel loves halbrand, as we have suspected!

but yeah, right now, i'm very anxious about galadriel's characterization and arc in the future seasons. the ending made it seem like she suddenly fully overcame her darkness and was calmer.

and listen, while lotr!galadriel is calmer, she has never been this stay-at-home tradwife the incelbros say she is! she is thirsty for power! lotr!galadriel wants power more than trop!galadriel does, trop hasn't really tapped into galadriel's power hunger at all. and lotr!galadriel is still devoted to her fight against sauron! think about it, she doesn't go to valinor when celebrian does and she doesn't stay in the middle-earth while celeborn does! she only leaves the middle-earth for valinor when sauron is gone! and what about the crazy scary dark!galadriel when she is offered the one ring? what about the fact that she only passes the test after 3000 years and until then her heart greatly desires what sauron offers her? and how sad her tone is when she says she has passed the test (which doesn't even mean she has slain *him* in her heart, as her taking nenya to valinor can mean that she still holds onto their connection)?

my hope right now is that the ending was deliberately misleading and that the wound made by the crown will have a side effect on her.

unlike the majority of the shippers in our fandom, i never believed that galadriel would give in to sauron. not just bc her gaze is fixed on the light above as finrod taught her, but bc her pride wouldn't allow it. still, there are other ways to make her inadvertently succumb to the darkness! she was already on that path in s1 when her search for sauron slowly started to turn her into his mirror. their mind communication and the dark powers sauron could share with her through their bound could make her even more obsessed with slaying him herself, and that could be conflicted with her feelings for halbrand who she slowly realizes indeed is sauron.

it simply makes 0 sense for her to be obsessed beyond the reason with the idea of him for centuries and then get over it after one fight where she actually faces him!

anyways, fingers crossed that the incelbros don't get their way and the writers don't cater to the misogynistic demographic 🤞

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

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little-diable · 9 months ago

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Her time to rise - Annatar/Sauron (smut)

I got this idea after reading a wonderful fic by my love @sansaorgana - so, thank you for inspiring this! I think this has potential for a part 2? Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: She has been working at Celebrimbor's side for years, before that she had followed Galadriel on her quest. But what if it is nothing but a game to her? What if it is finally her time to rise after they took her lover from her? What if Sauron is the one she has needed all this time?

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, kinda public smut, choking, handjob, evil reader

Pairing: Sauron x fem!reader (2k words)

The night was dark as she wandered through Eregion, eyes cast ahead while her hands held onto the fabric of her dress. Her thoughts were loud, and yet she tried to stay focused, knowing that she couldn’t get distracted when she felt the breaking point oh so very close.

It didn’t take long until the sound of her shoes meeting the stone ground was no longer the only thing that could be heard, accompanied by a similar sound growing louder and louder. A soft smile began to tug on her lips as she felt him close, forcing her to slow her walk, “Lady (y/n), what a surprise to cross paths with you this late at night.”

“My lord, I fear my thoughts have dimmed the light my heart clings to. I was hoping the cold air may soothe my worries.” Her eyes found his, starting up at Annatar - or at least the being that had so carefully chosen this very name. Slowly, his hand darted out to find hers, interlacing their fingers to hold onto her with concern swimming in his pupils.

“Do you mind if I walk with you?” She only shook her head before averting her gaze, letting him pull her along with their fingers still interlaced. The sound of the creek rushing nearby found its way to her, cozying the two along as if they were walking the meadows of Valinor, seeking a calm hour.

“Tell me, (y/n), is it true what Master Celebrimbor has told me? Have you joined Lady Galadriel in her most honourable fight against darkness?” For a moment, she kept quiet, looking at the man who towered over her. It was a handsome appearance, powerful enough to impress those who feared the smallest specks of darkness, and yet he had been lazy with it, unable to stop his appearance from morphing whenever he was distracted.

“It is. I’ve walked with her for years, until I followed Master Celebrimbor to this very place.” She sank down on the stone bench, letting go of his hand while he kept standing close to her. He seemed troubled, deep in thought while his eyes followed the rushing waters. To (y/n) it almost seemed as if he was waiting for the creek to speak to him, to share its ancient secrets he could manipulate to his liking.

Games, nothing but games.

“Why don’t you sit with me, my lord.” Her whispers interrupted his train of thoughts, forcing his way back to her with careful steps. There was something lingering in the air, something wrapping itself around the two while her hand found his cheek, letting her thumb stroke his warm skin. “None of them see your troubles, but I do, Lord Annatar. I can feel how heavy your plagued heart is, and it pains me to be unable to take this burden from you.”

He leaned into her touch, letting his eyes flutter close for a moment she used to let a grin widen on her lips. Slowly, she moved closer, thighs pressed against his only to let a soft gasp rumble through her at the touch, “Tell me, will you let me ease your pain? Even if it’s just for tonight?”

“Show me, (y/n), show me how you intend to free me of the pain you speak of so freely.” The second he had stopped speaking, she had pressed her lips against his. A strange sensation zapped through her, reminding her of the power he had used to let his hammer come in contact with the strongest metals, forming rings simple minds couldn’t dare to understand. He instantly reacted to the kiss, using more force to deepen it while pulling her closer to sit on his left thigh. “I feel your eyes on me, they follow me around. Tell me, is it curiosity that drives you on or is it your lust?”

She was close to ending her game, annoyed by the arrogance dripping from his words, and yet she kept quiet, simply connecting their lips again while her hands wandered over his chest, down to his trousers. A sound similar to a moan clawed through him the second she brushed her fingers over his crotch while grinning against his lips. (Y/n) moved quickly, freeing him from his trousers as if they had once formed a tangled mess of limbs night and night again.

He twitched in her grasp, allowing her to pump her hand with skilled movements. The sounds he made reminded her of a time when he had only known pain, nothing but a pawn in another’s game. Oh, how things have changed, allowing him to seek the power he had always tasted on the tip of his tongue and yet had never been quick enough to grasp.

“Is this what you want? To be fucked by a messanger of the Valar?” His rasped out words wrapped themselves around (y/n), forcing her away from his lips to properly study him. Something torn between lust and anger was widening on his features, a sight that made excitement simmer deep inside of her. Her tongue ran over her lower lip, appearing deep in thought with furrowed eyebrows and an averted gaze.

“Would you grant me this wish, my lord?” He didn’t need to reply, all Annatar did was grasp her waist to pull her into his lap. Wordlessly he allowed her to move, to push her garments aside to come in contact with his cock, brushing her slick-covered folds against him. (Y/n) looked back up at him as if he was a sight as beautiful as the Great Tree, a guiding light others ached for whenever they heard the call of darkness.

No words were spoken as she sank down on him, letting her forehead fall against his neck to deeply exhale. He perfectly stretched her, forcing her walls to flutter around him while slowly rolling her hips. The hands on her waist kept her stabilised, allowing (y/n) to take what she was desperate for – nothing but another step in the game she was so close to winning, all too aware of the bond now forming between them.

“You feel most divine, Lady (y/n), time was taken with your creation.” One of his hands left her waist to find her throat, fingers wrapped around it to get her to look at him. They stared at one another, but as the seconds blurred by, something flickered in his eyes, something making her wonder if he was finally seeing through the hazy fog of confusion surrounding her.

“Hasn’t it been the other way around, my lord? You’re a gift to us all, a perfect craft others only dare to dream of.” She moved quicker, set on pushing them both over the edge with a smirk glued to her lips. He didn’t reply, only kept staring at her while the grasp on her throat kept growing tighter, seemingly fighting a war inside of him, a war he was about to lose.

Moans clawed through her, spurred on by the hand she sneaked between their bodies to rub her pulsing bundle. No longer did he look like the messenger he had taken upon, something other was tugging on his features, turning him into a darker form pushing excitement through her. An excitement that only grew as his hand was replaced by a dagger.

“They speak of you as if you’re the carrier of light, a divine appearance none of us are fortunate enough to study for long. Who are you?” A chuckle broke out of her, she cupped his cheek, pulled him in for a kiss – a kiss of death set on destroying the walls he had built around him ever since Morgoth’s defeat.

“You fear the shadows, do you not, my lord?” (Y/n)’s words had a teasing undertone, and yet they were accompanied by something drawing a groan from him. But even through their back and forth, they kept moving, uniting their bodies to let the sweetest release flush through them. She rolled her head back, allowing his blade more access to her skin in a teasing manner, waiting for him to snap.

He twitched inside of her, drawing a moan out of them both as they fell over the edge together, heavily panting while the sensation clung to them. Annatar kept holding onto her, intently studying (y/n) who couldn’t help but let go of a dark chuckle. She clung to him while reaching for his blade, eyes fluttering close to give room to the voices deep inside of her, gaining the upper hand.

“He spoke of you often.” (Y/n) pushed herself out of his grasp, rising back to her feet. Confusion began to widen on his handsome features, not understanding who and what she was talking about. Her fingers stroked the blade, watching the creek rush on as to tell him to flee, to grasp the chance of safety before his darkest nightmare could rise again.

“Who?” A whisper, nothing more than a soft breeze wrapping itself around the two, but while he found himself drowning in questions, she gave room to her sadness, the burning sensation that had once been the bonding force between her and her lover.

“Morgoth, Mairon, he spoke of you, he had plans for you.” The creek had stopped rushing, the breeze had stopped whispering, the stars had stopped twinkling. All Middle Earth had stopped moving, forced to a sudden halt. He rose to his feet to take a step closer, jaw muscles clenched to try and avoid making a fool of himself.

“Who are you?” A laugh rumbled through her, a chilling sound that didn’t carry any humour, but pained memories and a broken heart that had rotted from inside out over the years. Sauron’s hand found her wrist, pulling (y/n) closer – a simple touch reminding her of all those nights where he had seeked her out with wounds littering his body. Wounds her lover had left on his body as if he were a mere map used to connect thoughts and plans.

“You know who I am, Mairon.” Her eyes wandered over his features, finding his widening pupils as he slowly shook his head to try and deny the truth. “You wanted to forget, but you never will be strong enough to let go of him, just like me. They took him from me, left me to rot without him near. I am tired of watching them prance around, still singing of his defeat. It’s my time to take away what they love the most!” Anger was clinging to every part of her features, forcing a fire to burn in her pupils. The fear he emanated pushed excitement through her system, already imagining the downfall of all Middle Earth. It was her turn to rise, to take back what had been ripped from her all those endless centuries ago.

“You were gone, I longed for you, but I couldn’t feel you.” Her had cupped his cheek, studying the man who had once found comfort in her closeness. It almost seemed as if all pain he had kept bottled inside, hidden from the surface, found its way back to him, clashing through him as if the Great Sea was living inside of him.

“But now I am here, and it’s finally time for us to reclaim Middle Earth, Mairon.” A plan he had forged for years was slowly slipping through his hands. He had pictured it so vividly, seeing the way he would be the one to finally regain all power. But now he was nothing more than yet another pawn, following the call of the same being he had once served.

And as their surroundings started moving again, pushed back into their most lively forms, a smile began to widen on the lips she then pressed against his. A simple kiss. Death’s kiss.

#Annatar smut #Annatar x reader #Sauron smut #Sauron x reader #rings of power

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