#saurgal

[incorrectringsofpower]

Sauron: I love you. Galadriel: It'll pass.

[reimymonfer]

"You bind me to the light and i bind you to power"

[rebelrebelwrites]

Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs

I'm back. 😊 A day and several weeks late, but I'm back. I've decided I'd like to keep doing these as much as I can. I hope anyone reading enjoys.

As always, this week’s recs are…

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal preferences.

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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: About you, without you by @aylana-ryvain

What you need to know going in:

A lovely, sad, sweet one-shot written for Haladriel Week where Galadriel returns to Barad-dûr after Sauron’s defeat at the beginning of the Fourth Age. Once there, she discovers a treasure trove of trinkets crafted by The Dark Lord in the hopes that she would someday change her mind. 🥹 Another tragic instant-classic, this fic wrenches at your heart in the best way. Be ready to bookmark!

Complete, Teen

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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: Someone Taught You Wrong, Kid by @klynnvakarian

What you need to know going in:

The Western AU I never knew I needed! The VIBES in this fic, I tell you—they’re strong, and pitch-perfect. Between the dialogue and the at first tentative, blink-and-you-might-miss-it moments between Hal and Gal, which then blossoms into something that's more matter-of-fact; a frank romance that feels so fitting for this world and time and space for the two of them… it’s lovely. You’ll be swept away the same as they are. Very excited to see the final piece of it!

WIP, Mature

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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: The Nicest Parts of Hell by @myrsinemezzo

What you need to know going in:

Eru have mercy on my soul, my unprecedented foray into dark fic continues with this gripping, dare I say insidiously enticing fic—and, as always, I mean that in the best way possible. This story settles into your psyche; making you feel just as unhinged as the characters feel. You’re probably asking yourself why, so let me get to the heart of it: the story starts with Galadriel stumbling (practically literally) into Halbrand’s arms… Only problem is, he’s her brother Fin’s boyfriend. 👀 From there, she and Halbrand start a toxic, troubling affair that is impossible to stop reading. (Same goes for this story’s sequel, which is still in progress).

Complete, Explicit

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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): And In That Time, I Have Had Many Names by @the-manatee-hammer

What you need to know going in:

I’ve been meaning to share this fic for a long, long time, and I definitely should’ve done so sooner, so forgive me. Full disclosure: I found out about it from a friend who told me that I’d been mentioned in the notes, so again, forgive me for my slightly unbiased opinion. Regardless of how I came to it, I loved it as soon as I started reading! The story sees Halbrand still injured in the healing halls of Eregion—until Galadriel offers to help along the healing with something he’s never tried before. 👀🔥 Cue sexual healing! Spicy, intimate sexual healing, and I think the first time I encountered a virgin Sauron in fic. And hot damn, it’s hot. Unsurprisingly, Sauron is very eager to learn, and a very adept student. It’s been a while since this was updated, but still so worth checking out and subscribing to for it’s sensuality and supremely well done writing.

WIP, Explicit

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The Can’t Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: Stand by Me by @scriberated

What you need to know going in:

Lately I’ve been feeling some major burnout for many reasons, and for me, this fic was a balm at just the right moment! A sequel to this adorable one-shot, it’s an instantly delightful, fully-fledged romcom complete with roommates not-so-secretly pining after each other, fake dating, bed sharing, and that’s just within the first two chapters! 🤩 The premise: Hal and Gal are roommates, and after breaking up with her shitty, absent boyfriend Celeborn in the original one-shot, Hal takes care of Gal while she’s sick. This continuation sees Galadriel trying to navigate their growing closeness, finally agreeing to a trip together to visit Hal’s family—and from there, the romcom shenanigans ensue. This is another one where I can’t wait to see what comes next!

WIP, Mature

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Me at all these fics:

Don’t see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don’t fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your pershaladronal faves. I have plenty more to recommend… ❤️

Until next week!

[beifong-brainrot]

The rings of power really went: we need to tie the story of arguably one of the most powerful women in the lore to two men and devalue her into an underdog, because we cannot conceive a woman being powerful and independent.

They really went: her character motivation will revolve around her dead brother (whos characterisation we butchered completely btw) and her literal worst enemy who we will make a love interest for her, because enemies to lovers is popular with the 14 year olds on tiktok.

It feels like misogyny under the guise of womens empowerment.

Like, yeah she was a warrior and a leader. She has POLITICAL POWER. But the people around her treat her like a teenager. Like the writers can't conceive a woman who does not have to claw and struggle to be heard.

Pisses me off

[honeyfarts666]

An Ocean of Tears

A Sauron Redemption Fic

Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Animal Friends, Secret Child

Chapter 1: Prolog: A Begining Centuries in the Making  Chapter 2: Odd Companions Chapter 3: A Young Adventurer Chapter 4: The Wanderer Child  Chapter 5: A Procession of Elves Chapter 6: A Great Adversary

New! Chapter 7: The Last Day in Rivendell on Ao3 or under the cut ↓

Torture Before the Sublime a smutty "deleted scene" (Also I made a mood board for Halbrand’s Garden)

Chapter Excerpt:

After his encounter with Halbrand, Estion had attempted to speak to every cat in Rivendell without success. The white cat blinked at him but did nothing else. Clearly, it did not wish to make friends. Or, more likely Estion thought, he simply could not speak to cats the way Halbrand could.

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Estion was left on his own the day after the dreadful dinner. Galadriel and Elrond were summoned by Gil-Galad, leaving Estion to wait out the day alone. Though the distant trees of the valley called to him all day, he remained inside. He didn’t dare to peek his head outside of the apartment. The echoes of Gil-Galad’s words lingered in his mind. He had no desire to feel pointed stairs or hear spiteful remarks. And he had much to ponder. He sat in front of his lesson books for many hours but they remained incomplete as his thoughts carried him far away.

He had been called, “bastard,” and, “mixed blood.” It made him shiver, remembering the spiteful way Gil-Galad had spoken of him. Worse, was how true it rang. He had never met another elven child, they were a rarity. But the adults who met him always mentioned how, “different,” and, “odd,” he was. He never knew what they were referring to. But it must be his mixed heritage.

At some point around noon, he concluded that the Maia in the Greenwood was not his father, could not be his father. His mother had said that his father was a human. So, Halbrand of the Greenwood was disqualified. Surely, it was a simple coincidence that he was also named Halbrand. He vaguely remembered a lesson on mortals. They did not have the same naming traditions as elves and they often took the names of other, greater beings. So, his father remained a mystery. As did the Maia in the Greenwood.

The following day he was, again, left to his own devices. Estion overheard Elrond mention, “strategies for the coming war,” as he accompanied Galadriel from the apartment that morning. An hour after his mother was summoned, he knew he couldn’t bare another day, huddled up inside. Even though the house was crawling with Gil-Galad’s retainers, servants, and guards, Estion knew Rivendell like the back of his hand. He could avoid everyone if he wanted. He crept from the apartment and closed the heavy, wooden door silently.

Outside, was a short landing and a long row of steps leading down the the main path. That way would lead him toward everyone he wished to evade. There was no one in sight. No one except a pale, white cat sitting on the last step. It looked up at Estion and held his gaze. Estion nearly gasped. The cat had one green eye and one that was blue. It was a beautiful creature. There were a handful of cats that lived in Rivendell and Estion knew them all. He had never seen this cat before. Curious, he said, “Hello,” to the cat.

After his encounter with Halbrand, Estion had attempted to speak to every cat in Rivendell without success. The white cat blinked at him but did nothing else. Clearly, it did not wish to make friends. Or, more likely Estion thought, he simply could not speak to cats the way Halbrand could. It was a sad realization but he kept his head up. He wouldn’t let such a small disappointment get in the way of his great escape to the wilderness.

Over the far side of the landing, there was nothing but the slope of the cliffside and a cluster of trees, somehow growing from the hard rock. The leaves curtained the landing and provided just enough cover for Estion to jump down from the landing unseen by all except for the cat. His toes hit the rock first. Then his knees. Then his hands. He huffed upon impact. He stood up and brushed his hands off on his trousers.

On the ground, he was not level with any of the buildings. Every structure in Rivendell sat on raised platforms due to the uneven cliffside where the house was situated. He stepped under the floor of his home and walked among the foundation pillars. The section under his apartment was all rough stone. It could be treacherous to walk there. But Estion made his way down the slope toward softer grounds, only slipping his footing twice.

Rivendell wasn’t just one house. It was a series of houses and halls connected by winding paths and graceful footbridges. Estion and Galadriel lived in the east wing, a collection of ten apartments. Only three of them had been occupied before the High King arrived. But now, each of them was filled to the brim. The east wing was separated from the rest of Rivendell by a narrow bridge that ran over a particularly wild waterfall. Estion had been unable to find a way around it. So, if he was to play anywhere other than the foundations, he had to cross it.

He crept around to where the path descended from the foundation and met with the ground. Estion remained well hidden by the deep undergrowth that skirted the edges of the foundation. When he looked upon the bridge, his heart sank. For the first time ever, there was a guard posted at the bridge! It was one of Gil-Galad’s men and Estion did not like the idea of his movements being reported on. He would have to think of a plan to distract the guard.

But before he could form one, he heard a meow next to him. He glanced over his shoulder just in time to see the white cat step through the underbrush and out into the open. The cat brazenly walked toward the bridge but stopped in the middle of the path. The cat sat and let out an atrocious yowl. The guard immediately looked at the cat and said, “Enough of that!”

The cat wailed again and again. After only a few moments, the guard couldn’t take it anymore. “I said enough! Foul demon!” He snarled as he marched toward the cat. The cat turned and scampered up the path, back toward the apartments of the east wing. When the guard gave up his short chase, the cat yowled again even louder than before.

The guard gave an exasperated yell and lunged for the cat, following it up the path.

Estion could hardly believe his luck. He made sure no one else was looking and dashed across the bridge.

After that, his journey was easy. He followed a rabbit trail down the base of the valley. He had used it many times before but was still unknown to all the elves in Rivendell. It was a perfect day. The sun shone brightly with only a few whisps of cloud in the sky. A gentle breeze danced through the air, carrying the scents of the forest with it: cedar, pine, and wild herbs. The birds called to each other and the deer played in the groves. It was paradise, far away from any other formal part of the grounds.

The rabbit trail followed along the edge of a bubbling stream. Violets sprouted along the riverbed, dotting the rich earth with their royal colors. Great oak trees gave shade and bushes of lilac and forsythia filled out the undergrowth. There was a long, flat stone near a crook in the stream. The sunlight that leaked through the canopy of leaves warmed the rock quite nicely and made it a lovely place to relax.

But that day, he was not alone. About a dozen cats lounged around the rock. They weren’t doing anything in particular. Just lazing about. Estion had never seen the cats of Rivendell gathered together before. It was odd but they seemed to be getting along.

Estion sat upon the rock, watching the water. Some of the cats acknowledged him, rubbing against his legs until he descended to scratch their ears. It was the best company he could have wished for. But still, he was quickly swept up in his own thoughts. War was on the horizon. The adults tried to keep it from him but he wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t a baby anymore.

He was lost in thought when the cats all began to scamper about in excitement. All the ones sitting with him on the stone hopped down. Each cat lined up and sat at attention. And then he saw him: the white cat. All the other cats showed him great reverence, bowing and making way as the white cat walked down the path, swaying his tail. His bi-colored eyes gleamed in the afternoon sun. The white cat lept onto the stone and sat next to Estion. The other cats quickly lost focus and returned to milling about leisurely. But they all avoided the stone, giving Estion and the white cat plenty of space.

Estion was certain he had never seen the white cat before. But there was something familiar about him. He was proud and elegant, but aren’t all cats? The cat seemed to be comfortable with him and that was enough for Estion. He reached out to let the cat smell him. “What’s your name?” Estion asked. The cat gave no reply. It turned to watch the river but it didn’t seem to mind Estion’s company. Estion tentatively reached out to scratch behind the cat’s ears. Much to his delight, the cat began to purr softly. Estion hummed and said, “I don’t know if I’m doing it right or if you just can’t talk back.”

The cat kept purring and it turned to look at him. Encouraged, Estion continued his one-sided conversation, “I wish I had someone I could talk to. Someone who would give me advice like Teonwer.” Estion glanced at his companion. The cat showed no sign of understanding him. But harm could there be in unburdening his heart to a cat?

“Teonwer is a forest cat,” he explained, “I met him in the Greenwood. It’s hundreds and hundreds of miles from here. I probably won’t get to meet him again. Or Halbrand.” Estion let out a huge sigh. “I wish I could tell Mother about Halbrand. He could probably help with the war they’re all preparing for.”

The white cat turned to him and meowed softly.

“I can’t tell her!” Estion exclaimed. “She would be so mad! She would never let me leave my room again.”

Meow.

“Because I met him when I used her ring,” he confessed. “I’m not supposed to go into her study at all! She can not find out that I used her ring.”

Meow meow.

Estion regarded the cat momentarily before saying, “So, you can understand me!”

The cat rolled its eyes and meowed in agreement.

Estion could barely contain his excitement, “I wasn’t sure if I was doing it wrong or if only Maia can do it.”

The cat perked up its ears and meowed again.

“Halbrand is the Maia,” Estion explained. “He lives in the Greenwood with the other cat I was telling you about, Teonwer.”

The cat gave no reply for a moment. He seemed to be considering all Estion had told him.

Estion’s head still pounded with questions. There was little in Elrond’s libraries about Maia. “What’s your name?” he asked the cat.

Meow.

“Ruorul,” Estion said, “ Have you ever met a Maia?”

Ruorul shook his head and gave a small hiss.

Estion rolled his eyes, “I’m not a baby! I know strangers aren’t always what they seem.” He did not appreciate Ruorul’s condescending tone.

Ruorul gave a short meow.

“He wasn’t scary,” Estion said. “Well, a little bit. But I think he was good.”

Meow meow.

“He helped me get home!” Estion defended, “If he were evil he would have tricked me. He would have made me stay forever or taken the ring for himself.”

Ruorul gave him a blank look. Clearly, not all cats were as kind and generous with their advice as Teonwer.

“What should I do?” Estion asked.

Meow meow.

Estion huffed, “I don’t want to get in trouble if it’s not important… But it might be really important.”

Meow.

“Maybe Halbrand can help find the enemy everyone is searching for.”

Meow.

“I don’t know!” Estion insisted, “If he is a Maia, he can probably do something!”

Ruorul stretched and yawned, clearly growing tired of the conversation.

“Well, do you have any advice?” Estion asked.

Ruorul stared at him and didn’t respond.

Estion’s face fell. “Teonwer always gives advice,” he said grumpily.

Ruorul flexed his claws and ignored his last comment. Estion took that to mean their conversation was over. He stood and began walking back up the rabbit trail, through the gathering of sleeping and playing cats.

He wandered around the valley for a few more hours, trampling through dirt and leaves. There was a strong possibility that he would ruin his clothes, but it wouldn’t be the first time. It was a beautiful day, but it was wasted on him. His conversation with Ruorul left him more unsatisfied than before. What good was it to talk to cats if they didn’t have anything to say?

He climbed up the steep slope to the house as the sun fell low in the sky. It was much harder climbing up than it was going down. When he finally reached the apartment, he was thoroughly tired.

To his surprise and delight, his mother was waiting for him inside. She beamed at him as he entered, “There you are!” she said with a chuckle, “I thought you might have gone adventuring.” She gave him a big hug and pulled a twig from his hair.

“I met a new cat today,” he remarked.

“Oh?” Galadriel asked as she ushered him toward their dining table. The evening meal was already set. Roasted lamb with potatoes and greens steamed on a tray and filled the whole room with its savory smell.

“He wasn’t very nice,” Estion said, betraying his disappointment, “Or helpful.”

Galadriel quirked her brow as they sat down. “What were you hoping this cat could help you with?”

Estion shrugged.

Galadriel gazed at him pensively, as if searching his face for the source of his troubles. “I know I have not been spending as much time with you as usual,” she said gently. “But it is only temporary. Things will go back to the way they were when the High King returns to Lindon.”

Estion’s frown only deepened. He pushed his food with his fork but didn’t eat.

“Estion?” Galadriel asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”

He gazed up at her for a long moment before he said, “Will the High King return to Lindon before or after the war?”

Galadriel sucked in a quick breath before composing herself. “I suppose it was foolish of me to try to keep it from you.” She took a sip of wine and continued, “We don’t know if there will be a war. But it is possible.”

Estion’s heart soared at the revelation, he wouldn’t be kept in the dark like a baby. “Who are we fighting?” he asked.

“An old enemy,” Galadriel muttered as she took another sip of wine. “A great deceiver...”

Estion raised his eyebrows, eager to hear more. But there were several loud bangs on the front door.

Galadriel furrowed her brow. “Who could that possibly be?” she muttered as she strode to the door.

The latch opened with a soft click and in an instant, ten of Gil-Galad’s guards filled the room. They wore full armor and carried their swords drawn. They surrounded Galadriel and pointed their blades at her. Her hand instinctively reached for her sword but it was not there. There was little need for her to carry weapons in Rivendell.

“Mother!” Estion cried as he sprang from his seat. He tried to reach her, searching for a way to slip in between the guards. As he searched, a firm hand gripped his shoulder.

“Now, now, Haradrion,” came Gil-Galad’s voice. Estion looked up in shock to see that yes, it really was the High King. He loomed over Estion, reeking of pride and arrogance.

Galadriel whipped around to face the Gil-Galad. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded.

Gil-Galad gave Galadriel a look of utter disgust. “I received an interesting report today.” He motioned for one of the guards to step out of the way. He entered the circle, forcing Estion with him. “One of my servants told me that Haradrion has been using Nenya.”

Estion felt the blood drain from his face. He looked up at his mother and saw her expression shift between horror and disbelief.

“Is that true, Estion?” she asked him calmly.

Estion’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t understand how Gil-Galad could have found out. It was impossible for anyone to have overheard him. And then he felt something move between his feet. He glanced down and saw Ruorul twisting around both his legs and Gil-Galad’s. Of course! That was why he had never seen him before. Because he was Gil-Galad’s cat! Ruorul must have told Gil-Galad everything he had said. Ruorul looked up at Estion and didn’t even have the good grace to look ashamed of himself. Estion shoved the cat away with his foot and he retreated back outside.

Estion glanced back to his mother as the whole room waited on his answer. He trembled as he said, “It was only once.”

He could not bare to keep looking at his mother as disappointment radiated from her. “Estion,” she exclaimed, “Why would you do that?”

Before Estion could speak, Gil-Galad answered for him, “So that he might meet with the Maia, Halbrand.”

Estion watched as Galadriel’s face went deathly pale.

Gil-Galad gave a nasty chuckle and said, “You are truly a master of deception, Galadriel. A fitting match for your mate.”

Galadriel shook her head, “No!”

“Don’t play the fool, Galadriel! I know who spawned your ill-gotten bastard!” he spat as he pointed an accusing finger at her.

Galadriel forced herself into a calm state, but Estion could see the fear that raged within her, just beneath the surface. “As you know, my king,” she said softly, “My son was sired by Halbrand, a mortal-”

“Liar!” Gil-Galad spat.

Galadriel shook her head.

“How long have you known?” Gil-Galad accused, “Have you been working with him this whole time? Plotting the downfall of us all?”

In an instant, Galadriel’s fear turned to rage. “I have never ceased to hunt Sauron! All know of my commitment to our cause!”

Gil-Galad’s expression turned to stone, “I will hear no more of your filth.” He waved to the guards, “Take her away.”

Two of the guards sheathed their swords and seized Galadriel by her upper arms. Galadriel remained stoic and allowed them to lead her from the apartment.

“Mother!” Estion called. He tried to break free but Gil-Galad’s fingers twisted in his tunic.

Galadriel turned over her shoulder and said, “Estion, do not be afraid. This is not over!” Before she was shoved out the door.

Estion and Gil-Galad were left alone in the apartment. Estion turned to the older elf and demanded, “Where are you taking her?”

“She is going where all traitors go, Haradrion,” Gil-Galad said coldly, “The dungeon.”

“Rivendell doesn’t have a dungeon,” Estion shot back. He kicked the King’s shin which earned him a sharp yank to his collar.

Gil-Galad smirked and said, “The wine cellar then!” He shoved Estion forward as he followed his men. “But you, dear Haradrion, will stay with me, where I can see you.”

[honeyfarts666]

Oooo very into this!

I always interpreted the reflection here to be connected to the "My heart has greatly desired this" line from Fellowship. They never come out and say it, but when you look at these scenes together, they work in tandem surprisingly well. Which is what I love about this ship! It takes what was already there in the source material and says "why don't we add a bit more to make it extra dramatic???😍"

If Sauron could see into Galadriel’s mind and learn Gil-Galad had denied her a fresh company, couldn’t he also see any romantic or sexual fantasies about him?

What if the image of them reflected on the water was in fact hers and he just added his dark lord-y crown? Sorta like, “That can be arranged.Idk I she doesn’t horrified, as one might anticipate.

[longsightmyth]

It is FAR too late to change course but I'm still a little sad the shipnames weren't Halgal (or Galhala, @ichabodjane 's masterpiece) or Saurgal, partly for lore reasons (-riel and -iel are just feminine name suffixes even if one can convey the meaning of 'royal daughter' so it feels to me like we left Galadriel's name out of the Saurondriel/Haladriel ship names, amongst other things) but MOSTLY THE WORDPLAY

Come on Saurgals?

[netteisms]

Guess which one is my phone background.

[incorrectringsofpower]

Sauron, about the Elvish Rings of Power: okay, hold on, time out. that’s not fair. if they’re allowed to shoot energy beams using the power of friendship, i should be able to summon a monster using the power of divorce

[rebelrebelwrites]

“They say that Morgoth found the Silmarils so beautiful that after he’d stolen them, for weeks he could do nothing but stare into their depths. It was only after one of his tears fell upon the jewels and he was faced with the evil of his own reflection that the reverie was finally broken. From that moment, he looked upon their light no more. Fëanor's work nearly turned the heart of the Great Foe himself…” — Celebrimbor, RoP E2, “Adrift”

Okay I know other people have mentioned this but like, Morgoth almost had his heart turned by staring at the Silmarils...

Which were inspired by Galadriel...

I sense a parallel here. 👀 Only Sauron does get his heart all a flutter (if not “turned” from evil) by the actual Galadriel, and not just her beauty and light—her darkness, too.

[honeyfarts666]

Torture Before the Sublime

A "deleted scene" from An Ocean of Tears (can be read as a stand alone)

Read it on Ao3 or under the cut ↓

PWP, Forge Sex, Sexual Tension, Enemies to Lovers, Shame, Elven Purity Culture, Implied Impregnation

Rated: E

Summary: What actually happened in the forge on Numenor...

Galadriel's perspective as she tries to convince Halbrand to return to Middle Earth with her. She has no idea about the double meaning in all the affirmations she gives him.

Read the main story: An Ocean of Tears And check out my mood board for Halbrand's Garden

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AN: Hello all!! I'm not dead! Yay!

Unfortunately, I've been having a bit of writer's block with An Ocean of Tears. Thankfully, I've been able to keep working on other projects outside of fanfiction. I intend on finishing the main story. Eventually...

In the meantime, I thought y'all might enjoy some porn.

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Galadriel stood stoically in the forge, waiting for Halbrand’s acknowledgment. But the man seemed determined to rile her up. He ignored her and continued his work. “I asked you,” Galadriel continued, “What you hope to build here?”

Halbrand gave her only a sideways glance before he again ignored her.

“There is no future for you here,” She insisted. “You must return to Middle Earth! It is the only way.”

Halbrand huffed as he plunged his red-hot sword into the cooling waters. Steam rose around him and, for a moment, he seemed otherworldly—more than a man. As the steam lifted, he turned back to Galadriel and gave her a glare that had her sucking in her breath.

He abandoned the sword on the work table and strode toward her, his head held high. “You are persistent, elf,” he said cooly, “Spoiled princess who always gets her way.”

It was Galadriel’s turn to huff. How dare he? A mortal with no sense of propriety attempting to school her? She had already lived more than fifty of his lifetimes. And yet, he wore the confidence of a being far older than even she. As he invaded her personal space, she reeled from how he towered over her. Without thinking, she took a small step back. Again, he closed the space between them. Galadriel realized her mistake and held her ground, lifting her chin defiantly. “I am not a princess,” she spat.

Halbrand gave her a devastating smirk, “You certainly act like one.”

Galadriel set her jaw, “And you act like an impudent prince I once knew.”

Halbrand’s face cracked into a real smile, “You compare me to Fëanor?”

Galadriel couldn’t help the shock that came across her face. She hadn’t imagined Halbrand to be familiar with elven histories. But he was always surprising her. Galadriel quickly recovered and said, “His father always indulged him. It made him unbearable. And he was a smith too.”

Halbrand laughed and replied, “I never had a father to indulge me. I suppose my character is my own fault.”

He was so near her, Galadriel could feel the breath of his laugh on her cheek. It was burning hot in the forge. So much so that sweat had begun to drip down her neck and between her breasts. But still, she felt her cheeks warm at his proximity. And she prayed the warm glow of the fires would hide any blush on her skin. She could see the sweat dripping down Halbrand’s neck too. She watched as a drop trailed down his skin and disappeared under his half-open tunic. His chest was well-defined. She wondered what it would be like to touch the strong muscles hidden underneath. But she quickly banished the impure thought from her mind. If she wasn’t blushing before, she certainly was now.

She quickly refocused her gaze on Halbrand’s face. Had he caught her staring? She couldn’t tell if he knew where her thoughts had been. He only gazed back at her as he let out heavy, even breaths.

Galadriel swallowed hard and said, “Come with me.” She didn’t mean for it to come out as a whisper, but it did. It sounded breathy and not like her at all.

Halbrand’s eyes widened ever so slightly. He took another step toward her, eliminating the little space that remained between them. “Why?” he asked softly, gazing into her eyes with a reverence Galadriel hadn’t expected to find.

She bit her lip as her thoughts formed a reply. Without breaking eye contact, she said, “Because I know you want to follow me.”

Halbrand leaned down to her ear and whispered, “As my lady commands.”

Galadriel took in a shuddering breath. Chills ran wild through her whole body. And then he kissed her. It was so unlike any other kiss she had known. Celeborn was soft and gentle through and through. His kisses and touches were light and cool as an ocean breeze. Halbrand was the exact opposite. His lips were firm and warm as they pressed into hers. His rough beard prickled against her skin and sent fire straight to her loins.

Galadriel knew it was wrong. It was a horrible sin to betray her husband, even if he was already in the halls of Mandos. But those thoughts melted from her mind like butter on a summer day. She couldn’t deny her desire as it boiled over from her thoughts into reality. She leaned into him, kissing him back. She lifted one hand to touch him. Just to make sure this was really happening. Her palm met the side of his face, fingers gliding over his rough stubble down to the corner of his jaw.

Halbrand lifted his hand to cover her own and broke their kiss. He gazed at her for a long moment, chest heaving. He closed his eyes and let out a long, heartfelt sigh.

“Halbrand,” Galadriel whispered, terrified that their moment of intimacy had passed. But it was not so.

Halbrand’s eyes snapped open and she could see the longing that filled her also filled him. He released her hand only to place both of his around her waist. She gasped as he lifted her and set her down on the work table, her hips perfectly level with his. He gently pushed her knees and without any hesitation, she opened to him. They were fully clothed, but she had never felt more exposed. One of his hands cupped her cheek and the other ran down her spine coaxing another shiver from her. She pressed her body into his and wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel him then, his length pressing against her. Hot and hard and aching to be freed from his clothes.

Halbrand kissed her again and she enthusiastically threw her arms around his shoulders. He nudged her lips open and his tongue slid against her own. Galadriel tensed at first, it was a strange sort of kiss she was unfamiliar with. But his efforts quickly persuaded her and she eagerly opened her mouth to him. All the while, he seemed to grow harder and stiffer between her legs, pressing into her most intimate place. She sighed and gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling it open even further.

Halbrand broke their kiss and chuckled, “My lady is impatient.”

Galadriel felt herself blush and she glanced away. She was too bold. She was always too bold, always crossing lines that should not be crossed. Always taking things too far. Her thirst for revenge, her hunt for Sauron, and now… She released her hold on him and let her ankles uncross. Avoiding all eye contact as she attempted to slip away.

The hand that had been cupping her cheek slid down to lift her chin. She allowed him to move her and she met his gaze though mortification still burned on her face. “I only jest,” he whispered to her, “Your desire does nothing but flame mine.”

Galadriel’s heartbeat quickened. In her hasteful shame, she had forgotten the customs of men were so different from those of the elves. They were not bound to the laws of the Valar. They mingled and lay with whomever they chose. Halbrand was handsome, she could not deny it to herself anymore. He must have lain with many human women. As her shame died down, her inadequacy bubbled to the surface. She licked her lips and took a deep breath before saying, “It has been a very long time since I have…”

Halbrand expression softened. He gently combed his fingers through her hair, his eyes never leaving hers. “It has been a long time for me as well.”

Galadriel released her breath and closed her eyes. Everything about him was so comforting and reassuring. He made her feel desired in a way that she hadn’t felt in an age. Or, perhaps, ever. She leaned forward and kissed him, hard and swift. Gone was any pretense of decorum and polite manners. The Valar and their laws be damned! She needed him. And she needed him immediately.

Her fingers pulled on his tunic until she found the remaining fastens and pulled them free. His hands ran up and down her torso, sometimes squeezing sometimes reveling in the simple feel of her. His mouth left hers and he painted trails of kisses down her throat. When Galadriel had finished with the last of the fastens, she pushed the tunic from his shoulders and he untangled from her just long enough to let it fall to the floor.

She had never considered human men to be appealing. But Halbrand was no ordinary man, or so she reasoned. Rough hairs like those on his face covered his chest too. His chest and his arms were all hard muscle, lean from many years of labor and toil. He was so unlike an elf, unlike everything she had ever known. But that only made her want him more, driving her lustful curiosity.

At some point in their revelry, her skirt had worked its way up her legs. Halbrand lifted the remaining fabric out of the way and ran his hands down her thighs. His touch was warm, but Galadriel shivered at the contact. When he reached her knees, his hands swept back up until he reached her small clothes, fingers skimming over the hem. He gently pulled away from her embrace and went down on his knees so his face was level with her parted legs. Galadriel swallowed hard as he gazed up at her. “May I?” he asked so sweetly. How could she deny him?

Galadriel gave him a quick nod as her heart pounded in her chest. She expected him to remove the garment. But instead, he pressed his palm to her center and rubbed slow circles. Galadriel’s head fell back and she gave a small cry of pleasure. Halbrand rested his head against her thigh as he continued his ministrations. “So wet,” he murmured, “Is this all for me?”

Galadriel was barely coherent enough to let out a murmur of agreement between her moans. The sweet friction of his hand and the cloth was much, much more stimulating than any other touch she had ever felt. Even her own.

After a few moments of delicious agony, Halbrand peeled away her small clothes, urging her hips up to pull them from her burning, traitorous flesh. Once she was exposed before him, she felt another well of shame fill her. What was she thinking? Allowing a mortal man to defile her body, the most sacred gift of Illuvitar, in such a vulgar and unseemly way? If anyone, any of her kin, discovered what happened between them-

Galadriel lost track of her spiral of shame as Halbrand’s mouth descended on her pussy. At first, she could only gasp as her body was racked with a flood of new sensations. She had heard whispers of the crude ways in which mortals fornicated. But nothing could have prepared her for Halbrand’s warm mouth drinking her juices straight from the source. She arched her back and moaned as his tongue circled her clit and swept down her folds. She gripped his hair with one hand and palmed her breast with the other, loosening the bodice of her dress as she went.

Halbrand focused his mouth on her clit and Galadriel tightened her grip on his hair. Then, Galadriel felt pressure at her core as one of his fingers slipped inside of her. She involuntarily raised her hips to meet him as he thrust his finger in and out of her, keeping his tongue swirling over her clit the entire time. The slippery, wet noise of his strokes only grew louder as he added a second finger. Galadriel clenched around the intrusion and hissed at the blissful ache he caused. She had forgotten what it was like to be filled by another; it had been so, so long. She had touched herself occasionally in the years since she became a widow. But her fingers did not compare to the girth of Halbrand’s.

As she was nearing what she knew to be a monstrous climax, Halbrand pulled away and withdrew his fingers. Galadriel whined at the loss of contact and scratched her nails over his shoulder and down his chest as he rose to his feet. His hips returned to the opening of her thighs and he pressed his forehead to hers. His breath came heavily. Galadriel could smell herself on him, her nectar dripping from his lips. She arched forward and kissed him deeply. Her taste was not repulsive as she expected. In fact, she didn’t mind it at all. Halbrand was only invigorated by her elation. He pulled her close so their bodies were pressed together tightly. Much to Galadriel’s dismay, he still wore his trousers and the wet mess of her pussy smeared over his clothes instead of the skin-to-skin contact she craved. She could feel him, hard and ready to take her. All she could think of was his cock filling her to the brim.

It was torture to pull away but it was necessary for their lovemaking to escalate further. Galadriel broke their kiss with a moan as she reached for the stays of his trousers. Halbrand groaned as her deft hands brushed over his cock. When he was finally free, Galadriel couldn’t suppress her breath of surprise. He was big. Far bigger than any of the cocks she had seen on elven men. She ran her hand down his velvety length. His girth was so large her slender fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around him. A small voice in the back of her mind whispered that he was too big for her slight body. But she brushed off that thought. She, Galadriel of the Noldor, would never be daunted by a challenge. She stroked him up and down and he let out a deep, contented sigh that turned into a shallow gasp. The head of his cock leaked his own anticipation onto her palm, smoothing her ministrations.

Halbrand’s hands clutched her hips as he murmured under his breath. Galadriel couldn’t quite make out the words but she was certain it was some sort of luscious obscenity. His hand reached for her face. His fingers that had been inside her were still sticky with her wetness as he traced the edge of her jaw. “Galadriel,” he whispered into her ear.

She released his length from her grip and allowed him to pull her closer to the edge of the table. He took his cock in hand and lined himself up with her entrance. She braced herself for his entrance but instead, he slid the head of his cock up through her wet, messy folds to tease her clit. She bit her lip as a cry of lust left her body. “Halbrand!” she keened, arching into him, demanding his obedience.

Halbrand hummed softly, “What is it my lady wishes for?”

If Galadriel had been more composed, she would have rolled her eyes. But in her current state, she could only stare at him and gape as he teased her bud again.

“I asked,” Halbrand continued, “What my lady wishes me to do to her?”

“You know what I want!” Galadriel managed to say between her breathy moans.

Halbrand nodded his agreement with a wicked smile, “Yes, but I want to hear you say it.”

Galadriel met his gaze and shivered. His eyes were burning with intensity, brighter than she had ever seen them before. He rubbed himself over her center again, eliciting another quivering moan from her very soul. She knew he was intent on having his way with her. His desire burned even hotter than her own.

She bit her lip and shook her head. Part of it was the shame of having to speak such crude words out loud. But part of it was her need to drive the stubborn, impossible man before her to the very brink of his composure.

“Don’t toy with me, Galadriel,” he whispered darkly.

Galadriel pouted and pressed her body into his. She whispered into his ear, “I thought that was what you are doing to me.”

Halbrand exhaled a hot breath on her neck eliciting another ghostly shiver through her body. “I swear, if you don’t tell me, I’ll leave you here in this ruined, unfinished state,” he threatened in a low voice. “I don’t think that’s what you want.”

Galadriel bit her lip. After everything they had been through together, she believed that Halbrand might be the only male in all of Arda who would walk away from her splayed out before him. And he would do it just to get a rise out of her. That was a future she would not allow to pass. “I want…” she trailed off as her cheeks grew red with embarrassment.

“Go on,” he coaxed her gently as he rubbed another circle over her clit with his cock.

“I want you inside of me,” she finally let out in a hoarse whisper.

Halbrand hummed in approval but he wasn’t ready to give in to her yet. “What part of me do you want inside of you? Fingers?”

Galadriel shook her head frantically.

“Then what, Galadriel?” he asked as his fingers found her fluttering entrance again. He teased her, pressing against her opening without entering.

She keened into him as she moaned. Gripping his shoulders and raking her nails across his skin. She needed him inside of her immediately and she couldn’t take it anymore. “Your cock,” she choked out with a whimper.

“What was that?” Halbrand asked, pretending not to hear her.

Galadriel put her hand on his face and gazed directly into his eyes. She spoke as clearly as she could though her voice still wobbled with passion. “I want your cock inside of me.”

Halbrand gave her a smirk. A long, teasing smirk that vexed her so very much. “There,” he mused, “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Galadriel was halfway through rolling her eyes when he entered her. She let out a sharp gasp as he filled her with a single, steady thrust. She had clenched tightly around his fingers but his cock was far bigger. He stretched her to her very limits. And she was sure he could feel it too. He hissed as he sank into her, savoring each inch. “Fuck,” he moaned through gritted teeth. “You’re so tight. So fucking tight.” He groaned and rested his forehead against hers as he worked the rest of his length into her unused core.

Galadriel could do little else other than gasp, shiver, and hold onto his shoulders for dear life. Once he was fully inside of her, they let out a collective sigh, resting for a moment while they both adjusted. Halbrand’s breath was hot and heavy on her neck. One of his hands held her hip firmly in place, the other wound through her hair and tugged playfully before releasing and combing back through her long strands. “You wouldn’t let Fëanor touch a single strand of your hair,” he said in a low voice as he slowly pulled out of her. Galadriel gasped and clenched down involuntarily, her body quivering around the sudden emptiness. She was once again shocked by the depth of his knowledge. Halbrand loomed over her, pulling back until only his tip remained inside of her. Galadriel cried out with need. She raked her nails down his back's lean muscles, leaving long, red trails in her wake. “Yet,” Halbrand murmured, suppressing a groan as he eased back inside of her drenched pussy. “You let me inside of you?”

All the air left Galadriel’s body as he filled her. She felt full and right and safe. She looked into Halbrand’s eyes and saw genuine confusion and, perhaps, even worry. She ran a hand through his hair and hooked her legs around his hips, pulling him close. She leaned into his ear and whispered, “Think no more of long-dead princes. Fëanor is, and always was, but a ghost of what could have been. You are real.”

The look on Halbrand’s face was one of pure worship. He practically glowed with pride and admiration. Gone was any uncertainty. He took a deep breath and asked, “Do you believe our meeting on the raft was chance?”

Galadriel shook her head as she held his gaze.

Halbrand beamed a glorious smile back at her. “Neither do I.” He descended upon her mouth. His kisses were wet and searing, claiming her as his own. Finally and without warning, he began to thrust. Gentle and slow at first, but quickly building to a firm, earnest rhythm.

Galadriel let out moan after moan, each sounding more and more impossibly unlike her. Halbrand’s thrusts came harder and harder, slowly becoming rough and demanding. Galadriel steadied herself by bracing one hand on the table behind her while the other wrapped tightly around his shoulder. Her hand gripped his taught muscles. She drank in the feel of him. Though he was strong and fit, she occasionally felt him strain and quake at the sheer intensity of it all. Nothing she and Celeborn had done had ever been so passionate or vigorous. The way Halbrand held her, the way he filled her lit her on fire. In his eyes, she could see the burning furnace within him. The reds and oranges of the forge light swirling with the green of his irises in a whirlwind of desire and holy worship.

“Galadriel,” he moaned out. He pulled her even closer, nearly lifting her off the table. In her new position, Galadriel’s clit was pressed hard against him, dragging against his skin as he continued to pound her. She moaned incoherently. Her breath heaved as her core spasmed and clenched around his cock. Her orgasm flooded her senses. She closed her eyes and cried out, riding wave after wave of bliss.

Halbrand’s thrusts quickly became frantic and unsteady. He chased her climax. Unable to hold back any longer, he fell, tumbling after her into his own orgasm. He moaned, low and heavy in her ear as he filled her with his seed.

Halbrand shuddered and rested his forehead in the crook of Galadriel’s neck, rubbing back and forth against her soft skin. Galadriel pulled his face up to hers and kissed him long and wet.

After a moment, Halbrand broke from her kiss and pulled out of her. A gush of his spend followed after, splattering on the floor and on Galadriel’s thigh. She gasped softly at the sensation. Halbrand gave her a bashful look and said, “Sorry.”

Galadriel quirked her brow and asked, “What for?”

Halbrand frowned and replied, “For spilling inside of you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Galadriel smirked and tenderly stroked his face. “There is no need to worry,” she told him, “It doesn’t work like that for elves.”

Halbrand raised an eyebrow, “Does it not?”

Galadriel shook her head. With one swift motion, she leaped down from the table. Her dress fell back into place though she still looked distinctly disheveled. She picked up her small clothes and quickly stepped into them.

Halbrand glanced at his own state before tying up his trousers and retrieving his shirt. As he finished, Galadriel stared him down and said, “So…”

“So?” Halbrand replied with an unaware shrug.

Galadriel put one foot in front of the other and slowly approached him. She had a purpose when she entered the forge and she hadn’t forgotten it. “You will come to Middle Earth?” she asked sweetly.

Halbrand laughed. He looked at her and smiled, joy and satisfaction radiating from him. He walked towards her, closing the remaining distance between them. But he did not stop. He walked right past her and headed toward the door.

Galadriel felt her anger spike as she spun around, “Halbrand!”

He stopped with one hand on the doorpost and turned back to her. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” he said with a wink and then stepped out the door into the night.

Galadriel huffed. She stood still for a moment, considering her options. She could go back to her chambers to sulk and fume over her broken pride and shameful affair. Or she could follow Halbrand back to his chamber…

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Annatar: No matter what, I’d still do you. Galadriel: That’s sweet. [to Celebrimbor] Jar. Celebrimbor: [passes the “Douchebag Jar” for Annatar to put a dollar in]

[martanis]

I am obviously partial to Martanis if we're going with a portmanteau but here are some others:

More combinations of Sauron + Galadriel:

Sauradriel, Saudriel and Saurgal, which is preferred by those which reject the use of "driel" or "crowned daughter" as part of "awkward" naming conventions.

More combinations of Annatar + Galadriel:

Annatariel, more recently popular as opposed to Annadriel

Other versions of Halbrand + Galadriel:

Galbrand, preferring to place Galadriel's name first.

Another favorite name combination that has yet to find one that sticks is Artanis + Artano. Fanartist, @anardilyas has suggested "Artane." 

Or...

Gorwen (Fear Maiden) for Gorthaur + Nerwen

Other suggestions, like Shadowlight, that are more conceptual, I think we should explore much more seriously though!

They have many names…

The vibes on this app have been ass lately so here's a list of ship names for Sauron and Galadriel, only they get more and more niche as the list goes on...

First, we begin with the one that started it all:

Haladriel

A combination of Galadriel's name and Halbrand (Sauron's form made for the race of men).

Halbrand - possibly a compound of hall “exalted, lofty” + brand “steeple” or brand “towering”, likely a spin on the name Halbarad. Alternatively, the first element might be hall “secret, hidden”.

The next and more divisive name is

Saurondriel

Sauron - "the abhorred"

Galadriel - "maiden crowned with a radiant garland".

It is a divisive ship name as it is mostly agreed by many, and most horrifyingly by Charlie himself, to be a bit clunky to say out loud, despite the nice juxtaposition of their name meanings being shoved together this way.

Martanis

Mairon - "the admirable" (This is perhaps his original name from his time with Aulë)

Due to the Noldor custom of giving elves both a father name and a mother name, we have Galadriel's father name:

Artanis - "noble woman"

This is a growing favorite of mine since it just sounds really pretty. Also likely their earliest given names, both with the most positive associations attached to them. One of the best accounts on here for Sauron and Galadriel content also bears the username @martanis

Annaltáriel

Annatar - "Lord of Gifts"

Altáriel - The Quenya name of Galadriel

(For those who enjoy the Annatar form, I guess this one would be perfect)

Nervildo

Many people are unaware that for much of Beren and Luthien, Sauron appears in the earliest drafts of the story in the form of a black cat…

Nerwen - “man-maiden” (her mother name)

Tevildo - “prince of cats”

Full credit goes to @nocaptainonthisship who was the original user I saw using this ship name and it must not be overlooked. As a warrior cats girl myself growing up, Tevildo's form has always been one of my favs. Galadriel as a furry is also.... quite an interesting concept to think about.

Nerthû

Continuing with Sauron's earliest names from the tale of Beren and Luthien. We have a combination of Nerwen as seen above and

Thû - "horrible darkness, black mist."

Saladriel

What can I even say about this one??? Another attempt to create a more fluid combination of Sauron and Galadriel’s names. Still quite clunky but much more amusing than the first attempt.

Curthaur

Curuni - witch, *sorceress, female magician (not necessarily evil)

Gorthaur - gor (“fear, dread”) + thaur (“abominable, abhorrent”)

(This is my own special creation. Obviously inspired by this dark Galadriel form)

But anyway, please add to this list! This should be ever growing and ever expanding in its lunacy. Combine and add to the different names associated with Galadriel and Sauron in the most cringiest and nonsensical ways possible.

[rebelrebelwrites]

Queen of the Southlands by @formerlyir

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Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

Story Summary:

Mount Doom does not erupt. Mordor is never created. And the very course of history is altered by the prevention of one single calamity.

As a result, Halbrand's deception lasts years.

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Another fic trailer, this time for one of my all-time favorite fics from @formerlyir! Recc'ed here as well. Music pick/credit goes to them, too. Hope you enjoy, and if you haven't read this fic yet, respectfully, what have you been doing with your life? 😆

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Fic trailer request? I've got a list going, but feel free to send me an ask or a DM.

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Litost by @demonscantgothere

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Status: WIP

Rating: Explicit

Story Summary:

He was silent for a moment. She heard his cloak rustle, the sound of his hand grasp one of the bars. The gentle tap of his rings against the metal filled her ears, and she shut her eyes. “When you denied an alliance with me, I found other means of quenching my thirst.”

“For violence and depravity?” she shot back.

“For vengeance,” he hissed. “Just as you sought yours. Keep your righteousness to yourself. I care not for it. These Men, these Númenóreans, fought against me in the Great War. Slew countless lives. With their pride and their arrogance in their mighty goodness. They thought they were better than the rest of us as you yourself believed you were better than me.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I wanted to see them suffer. I have achieved so much more than that.”

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Written for an anonymous tumblr prompt: Sauron/Galadriel set during Ar-Pharazôn’s rule of Númenor when Sauron holds the position of the High Priest of Melkor. Galadriel, captured in the middle of a war, has been imprisoned and handed over to him as a sacrifice to be made in the Temple of the High Priest, but Sauron has other plans. From Akallabêth to the founding of Gondor, unlikely allies are forged.

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My pull to the Saurondriel/Haladriel fandom is complete... I’m back on my fic trailer bullshit and I ain’t even writing for this fandom! 🤣 What can I say, these two just slay me, and I want to contribute to the fandom with positive, community-building content that highlights all of our awesome writers and creators. Hopefully this does that! 

This first fic trailer is for one of my favorite stories (which I also recommended here in greater depth) and writers, @demonscantgothere — thanks for your awesome work! ❤️

[honeyfarts666]

You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is a ghost of you Now we're torn, torn, torn apart There's nothing we can do Just let me go, we'll meet again soon

Saurgal X Little Talks