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"Who's that?" she asked her maid, who was sitting next to her on the wooden stand that overlooked the tournament grounds.

"Oh, that..." her maid paused for a moment, almost hesitant, and looked up at her. "That's the Black Knight."

"The black night?" Lady Galadriel turned her head towards her, as if she could hear better that way, "I can see that he wears black armour, but who is he... where is he from, where are his lands?"

"My lady," Mirdania said, stuttering, "that's all I know... I think that's all anyone knows. He's just the Black Knight."

"Is he?" Galadriel raised her eyebrows and turned her head back to the tournament. She would have to ask the king later how he could allow someone who did not reveal his true identity to take part in such a joyous occasion. It was her birthday, after all. But before she could think about it, or even anticipate it, her eyes remained on him for a while longer. The armour made it almost impossible to recognise any of his features, but his demeanour was enough to make the people around him cheer whenever he mounted his horse, and his habit of always winning did the rest to give him a lasting impression. Galadriel felt a slight smile escape her lips, for she did understand it, in a way. His stature seemed to tower over the others by just a little, but enough to make him stand out, and his dark armour made him seem even more striking.

For a moment she thought he was looking at her. She quickly looked away but immediately returned her gaze towards him as soon as he left the tournament place. She followed every step of his tall, sheltered figure flashed between the colourful tents, clinging to the sight, unable to look away from the shadows until they grew longer, for the sun slowly began to set. It was like a blemish on an otherwise unspoiled, solemn scene. A disturbance, yes, but also a pull, like a dark cave drawing her in. What was it that kept her eyes to his movements? There was a mystery that dared to be discovered, something like a secret hidden underneath the all embracing mask.

Yet after the tournament, she occupied herself with other things for a while, and when she sat next to Gil-galad in the great hall to greet the winners, she did not ask him who he was.

The great hall was the most festive room in the entire castle of Lindon, and it was now being used to celebrate her birthday, to welcome their guest, to honour the beloved daughter the King never had and who was most dear to him. Galadriel smiled all day, not necessarily because she was happy, but because she knew the occasion demanded it. She did enjoy the celebration, of course, but after a while it became repetitive and tiring.

The procedure was always the same. One of the knights who had taken part in the tournament stepped forward, bowed to the king, knelt to pay his respects and pledge his allegiance, before turning to her, still on his knees. She sat on a slightly smaller throne to the king's left, wearing a gleaming white dress and a shimmering coronet on her brow. Most of the time, the knights bowed their heads before looking up at her in awe, extolling her beauty, perhaps praising the glow of her golden hair, the fact that her grace was sung of by troubadours, and then, of course, congratulating her and giving her a gift. It was usually the same. Jewellery, dresses, those kinds of blinding things.

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Thank you to everyone for making Hellghoul 2024 so much fun! We hope you all enjoyed as much as we did!

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Also, check out these longer fics created in the spirit of Hellghoul!

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A Rotten Hope by @myrsinemezzo Commune, congregation, or cult? Whatever it is, Galadriel Noldor intends to investigate Halbrand Maia's suspected involvement in a series of missing persons. But what she finds in the shepherd's Valley is more than she ever could have bargained for.

for you were lonely, you were like me by poopsiekittens “You have been alone all this time, haven’t you?” She lowers herself to the ground, crouching next to the small creature and allows it to smell the light in her hand, her fingers. She wonders at his ability to still exist. She shakes her head, thinking that it took her all but a minute to start talking to it. What do you see, Galadriel? Looks can be deceiving. She laughs at the thought, taps the top of her thigh, and delights when the little creature jumps up and yields to her fingers rubbing its velvety black ears. ----- After the war of the ring, Galadriel visits the ruins of Barad-dûr.

love makes monsters of us all by @softlighter Once upon a time, there was love. Unfortunately, that was not the end of the story. --- The Crimson Peak AU. Mind the tags, to be updated as we go along.

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We made it! For the last day of @hellghoulweek I have a somewhat angsty drabble playing on the headcanon that after the destruction of the One Ring Sauron became an angry little cloud that roamed around Arda. Giving it a slightly more hopeful twist, though.

This is an idea I've been toying with since s2ep4 and Winterbloom's speech to Arondir about peace and forgiveness and the cleansing power of rain.

Forgiveness Takes an Age Read on ao3

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@hellghoulweek Day 7 - fun sized

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Only Blood Can Bind

Galadriel could only stand and watch, as Sauron lifted a blade to his hand, running it through his flesh. He showed no reaction to any pain he might have felt. If he was capable of feeling pain. One who exacted so much of it likely left none of it for himself. He closed his eyes a moment, almost as if he was savouring something. Galadriel watched him breathe in deep and knew it was his scent on the air that he was enjoying. “Can you not feel it, more acutely now? My power…” Sauron brought his hand slowly up to his face, not taking his eyes off of the she-elf before him. Galadriel watched, awestruck, as his tongue slipped out to lick the blood from his skin in one agonising motion. He practically grunted as he swallowed, letting out a gasp of pleasure as he completed his devilish act. “My power… it lies within my blood. The very essence of all that makes me who and what I am. My complete capabilities. Just one taste of that, Galadriel… and it is yours.”

Dedicated to the wonderful woman and inspiration that is @klynnvakarian 🖤😘

Here lies my final piece for @hellghoulweek 2024! Day 8 and the prompt is 'Free Day', so here is some Vampire!Sauron for all your Halloween needs!

Warnings: Blood kink, blood play, blood drinking, you know, just BLOOD.

I hope you like it! Happy Halloween!

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I’ve been working on a one-shot for @hellghoulweek that I’d hoped to have done for today’s Light/Dark prompt, but woof life has been very busy and it’s not quite done. Fingers crossed I can finish it by Thursday.

But in the meantime here is a smutty little snippet.

NSFW, Sauron in a collar

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The One Ring is a wedding ring and you won’t change my mind.

The Ring

Day 6 of @hellghoulweek - It’s the End of the World

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Going hard on the @hellghoulweek entries today with a fic that uses the prompt “Grave” for Day 5. Season 2 canon-verse with mind palace stunts (Gal hunted through the ruins of Eregion)

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Today it’s a ficlet from college hoodie-verse au aka “Help Me to Name It” found in my @hellghoulweek collection “Some would sing and some would scream”

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Hellghoul Week Day 5: Grave

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An Embrace

Galadriel rolled her eyes, but smirked at Halbrand, thankful in part for the opportunity he was giving her. “Well how much time do you have? Because it would take longer than my lifetime to list all the ways in which I love you.” Halbrand kissed her sweetly, his lips lingering on hers. “For you, Galadriel… time does not matter.” He took her hand in his and began to lead her away down a path. “Let’s get you warm, hey?” The two of them wandered through the cemetery for a length of time she did not keep track of, proving that it indeed did not matter at all. All was only measured by the amount of happiness she felt being at his side, and how the whole world slipped away from her. Even something as simple as the holding of hands or the occasional glance her way had the most intense effect. It had been so long since she’d let herself feel it. For sorrow had been too great of late.

Here lies my offering for @hellghoulweek Day 5 - 'Grave'. I am really happy with how this turned out and I hope you enjoy it! Brace for spooky feels... 🪦💀👻🎃👻💀🪦

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For day 4 of @hellghoulweek we have bad times in the mind palace.

Day 4 (Magic): Inferno Read on ao3

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Haunt Me

(Wuthering Heights x Haladriel)

"You said I killed you, so haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth.”

Written for Day 4 of @hellghoulweek - Grave

( Dividers by @saradika-graphics )

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Somehow I forgot to post this one here! Haladriel fertility cult au with spooky non-con vibes for Day 1 of our beloved @hellghoulweek

E, 7k, 1/1

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Have some creepy mind palace shenanigans for today’s @hellghoulweek drabble…

Day 3 (slither): “And the rest of him slithers in”

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For Hellbrand and Ghouladriel week day 2 - the woods @hellghoulweek

I often go to this place. It is a place of retreat for me. When I can't really be there, I visit it in my mind, walking past the fragrant memories of days long gone. So old that I have almost lost the feeling, but the knowledge of that feeling is still there and I try to hold onto it whenever I can.

There among the trees in the clearing, as the leaves sway in the wind, I look for it. Most of the time I find the vague idea of you and then I let myself fall into the whispers that emanate from my thoughts. I try to go back and retrieve the words you said to me, the words that have crept into my marrow. My whole soul is shaken, nothing more, nothing less. But the memory threatens to slip away from me, fading more and more with each passing moment, and the familiarity of the meeting fades as well. I don't want to let it happen, I want to hold on to the moment because I need it. It is part of my heart, I carry it with me, my weakness and my strength at the same time.

So I set out to visit this place in reality again after a long time. It's not an easy journey. Worse than the distance is the oppressive feeling of fear that something might change, that the image before my eyes will blur and run through my hands. What if I can't get it back?

When I reach the clearing, it is quiet and a comforting warmth has settled over the place, challenging the emerging cold of this time of year. I've never been here before when the leaves turn brown and descend to the ground. It was green then, and so much light around us, so much unity, so much familiarity. If only I could hold on to that feeling, keep it with me, bind it to my being . Those were your words, and I had felt them so deeply in my veins then, and I feel them now as I reach the place of our temporary union. Before it all slipped away.

I sit down on the fallen trunk, which is strangely still holding up after all this time. I wonder if I should just talk to you or leave it at that and let the picture in front of me bring the memories back to life. It all seems so strange, so far away. So much has happened. I want to tell you, I want to tell you everything, how my life has gone since you left, that I'm actually doing well. It's beautiful in Lothlorien in summer, but also now in autumn, when the colours spread over the landscape. I enjoy the feeling of the beings around me who can be free now that you are gone.

Yes, it is so much easier without you here threatening our existence. I know you never threatened me, but that doesn't seem fair, does it? You wanted to force them all under your false peace, and part of me even understood, but I would never have followed you. Yet sometimes I wish you were here. A selfish wish, and still, it won't let me go. A part of my heart is bound to you.

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What Lies Beneath

Halbrand went quiet at these words. He stood up and silently walked to the bathroom. “Baby? You okay?” No response. Galadriel followed, finding him staring into the mirror, his toothbrush in his fist. As if he’d been stopped, distracted from doing anything but looking intently at his reflection. Wrapping her arms around him she pressed her lips into his back, but it was an act of comfort ignored. Unlike minutes ago on the couch when she had run her hand absentmindedly through his hair. Halbrand had sighed and squeezed her a little. “Mmm… that feels nice.” He’d said. Did that even happen? “Halbrand, what’s wrong? I’m scared.” His eyes darted swiftly in the mirror to meet hers. “You should be.” Galadriel pulled away from him instinctively, watching him turn around, throw the toothbrush down, and grasp the sink until his knuckles went white. But he wasn’t shaking. He was still. Like a lake with a crocodile hovering under the surface. Ready to strike.

Here is my first offering for @hellghoulweek 2024! I combined the day one and day two prompts of 'monsters' and 'whatever you do, don't fall asleep' to bring you this horrifying piece!

Warnings: Sauron is a very creepy monster.

I hope you enjoy... 😈