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The Offering. Chapter 6

Story Idea: What if Sauron had been successful? What if he'd taken all of Middle Earth and obtained everything he ever desired? What if he still desired something more?

Warnings: This chapter is 18 plus. Contains smut, language, and an arranged marriage. There's also some vampire Sauron happening in this chapter so warning!

Chapter is unedited!

Pairings: Sauron x Reader

Chapter 5

Chapter 6:

Blood.

There was so much blood that the ground was stained red. It pooled across the uneven ground, forming puddles in the disheveled dirt. I do not recall how I got here. Nor do I recall why I feel so sick to my stomach. My eyes are wild as I look around me. I am on a battlefield, surrounded by countless bodies. Banners fly across the land, mirroring the familiar sigil that was my husband's kingdom. He'd fought those who wished to defy him, and now I could see him standing amongst the bodies, his body fading into view out of nowhere. Our eyes lock from mere feet away, and I feel my heart stop for a moment. It was not in my nature to be okay with such destruction, as an elf, we cared for living beings. We would never seek the slaughter that had transpired. However, there was something deep within me that felt off.

Sick.

Distorted.

Allured by the destruction my husband had caused and I know that he sees it too as he looks upon my face. The smirk that pulls at his lips, the danger in his eyes that threatens to consume me more than he already had. My hands reach out to touch him, but when I move I notice something. My hands are soaked in blood. It is crusted under my nails, seeping into my soul. I look at my hands and whimper before glancing back at my dark king. It is only then that I realize that he is not covered in blood. His armor is shining, clean and beautiful. He did not have a scratch on him, but the longer we stare at each other the more his smirk seems to tug at the corner of his lips. He studies me with a look that almost seems proud. As though I was the one who caused this carnage, but how could that be? I was an elf. I did not have the power he had, nor had I been trained to fight. I had been a princess before I had been a queen. Surely I could not have done this.

Within a moment of thinking this, Sauron is suddenly behind me, his chest against my back. Without a sound of movement, it is almost as if he appeared out of thin air. His lips are light on my neck, his touch is consuming, and I feel as though he is smothering me. But I do not push away from him, I crave him.

"That's right, little one..."

He rasps, hands light along my body. His voice is enough to make me fall apart, and it takes everything inside of me to stay standing within his arms. My breathing hitches when his lips find my neck.

"...You did exactly what I trained you to do. Like a good and pliant little wife."

I feel my stomach turn at the words. Trained? When had he trained me to do anything? Why would I kill all of these people? When did I do it and why could I not remember? My head is spinning with questions, my body is overstimulated by his touch and I feel like I am going to implode from all of the feelings happening at once. I struggle in his grasp but he does not let me go. Instead, he holds tight to me, his hands gripping me so tightly I know that I shall bruise. My lips part because I need to tell him to stop. I need to tell him it hurts, but when I go to speak no sound falls from my lips. I am mute. My body is his to mold and I feel like I am being swallowed up into nothingness.

I awaken to the sound of my own screaming. My body is covered in sweat and my breathing is erratic. Outside the wind whips around the castle exterior, howling and cruel.

My heart is beating loudly in my chest, loud enough that I am surprised my heart does no jump out of my chest. In my mind flashes images of the dream, clinging to me as I struggle to ground myself in reality. Slowly, I sit up in bed and breathe.

"It was just a dream."

Out of habit my right hand moves to my stomach, finding the small bump that had only just become prominent. Big enough to stick out in my silky nightgown but small enough to conceal under my gowns. No one in court knew I was carrying their king's child and I intended to keep it that way for as long as I needed to. I had to protect the babe from anyone who might try and harm them and my king agreed. At the thought of him I glance about the room, only to realize that I am all alone in our chambers. Sighing to myself, I pull back the thick bedding and slide off of my side of the bed. My feet pad across the stone floor, their cool exterior making me feel more awake with each passing step. I find myself drawn to the writing desk my husband had purchased for me, sitting in the carved red wood of the chair that matched the desk. Out of habit, or what had become a habit over the past six months, I reach for my quill and parchment and begin to write. I do the same thing that I have done every night since I discovered the darkness that had taken root in me. I write out my nightmare in great detail, my quill spilling out every thought from my head without hesitance. I found it helpful to write how I felt, especially since my husband had been absent most nights recently. Over the last six months he had been training as much as possible for as long as possible. He had led over a dozen skirmishes during this time. He was determined to squash the small resistance that had risen up against him. He had killed everyone he went up against, but still he trained.

I breathe a deep sigh when I hear a light knock at my bedroom door. From the sound of the knock, I know exactly who it is.

"Come in Celebrian."

The door opens quietly as my lady-in-waiting peers over at me with concern on her face. Her blonde hair is in a braid, her modest nightdress is wrapped by a hand woven cardigan that I had spent days working on. She stands alone and without the brunette elven maiden who used to be with her. I never knew what became of the other maiden; she was there one day and gone the next. I assumed my husband had something to do with that. In Celebrian's right hand, she holds a candle holder with a single white candle lit so she could find her way in the darkness. I must have been incredibly loud to rouse her from her sleep from the other end of the hall. It was not as though the castle walls were thin. Which made my outburst all the more embarrassing.

"My lady, are you alright?"

She asks quietly once she is inside my chambers with me, the door safely shut behind her. My husband had only permitted her to speak if it was just the two of us and she never broke that rule.

"It was a bad dream. Nothing more. I am sorry to have woken you."

I say with a forced smile as I glance over my shoulder to meet her gaze. I am happy that I thought of putting on a nightdress before falling asleep. My husband made sure to fuck me thoroughly almost every night, but tonight I was grateful that I had dressed after he was done with me. She looks at me in the black nightgown I am in and then looks away as if she is being disrespectful seeing me in this state. But perhaps it was because my husband kept me in more revealing night attire compared to the modest state of Celebrian's. She nods, glancing around the room.

"Where is his majesty?"

She asks, more out of curiosity than fear.

"Training I assume..."

I pause and turn my gaze back to the parchment in front of me. I finish writing out the last sentence of my nightmare before whispering bitterly.

"... He does that more and more it seems."

Celebrain looks at me with sympathy.

"I think he is training so much because he knows you are carrying his heir. He wants to ensure he is ready for anything and everything. To protect you against anyone who could bring you and the baby harm."

Celebrain whispers whilst I open the drawer of my desk and stick my written nightmare on top of the sixty other ones I had written, I stand from the desk and face her, only to meet her worried expression. She was the only other being in this world that knew I was pregnant and in that time she had seen the way that the darkness had changed me. First it was subtle changes, irritability and such, but then came the aggressive outbursts that came from nowhere. Then came the craving for violence. My desire to sit in on the executions of my husband's most dangerous prisoners. To watch the life drain from their eyes. The darkness had lit a spark inside of me, something no good elf would ever wish to see. Ever since I found out about the darkness inside of me I had been at war with myself. There was a constant pull towards a part of me that I never wanted to exist and this new form I had bubbling up within me. Elves were not meant to have these dark thoughts, this corruption. I felt thirsty for something darker for weeks but I did not know how to satisfy my hunger.

Or if I ever could.

"Perhaps."

I whisper as my eyes flick from my elven lady-in-waiting to the bump of my stomach. Celebrain had become a great friend to me during this time of hardship. She was good to me and would let me talk about anything, and I would do the same for her. At first, my husband was not too keen on our friendship growing into a sisterhood of sorts, but he knew that she made me happy. And with him away more and more, he knew I needed a friend when he was off destroying any and all who would dare to stand against him.

"You should go and see him. I know it would make you feel better to do so. There is only so much I can do in his stead."

I look at her and nod. She was right, she could only do so much when it was his presence I needed after a nightmare like that. A nightmare that felt so real I almost thought it had happened. Celebrian reaches for my own cardigan that I kept hung up on the foot of my bed, handing it to me once I bridge the small gap between the both of us. I slide it over my exposed shoulders feeling warmer in an instant.

"Thank you for being here for me..."

I whisper whilst she brushes through my long curls in an attempt to tame the rebellious strands. She huffs when she decides that my hair needs to be restrained by a braid instead of remaining unruly.

"... I know it seems silly that I would need him to feel better. Not when he has kept you enslaved for all these years. I have spoken to him about letting you go, but-"

She stops me from speaking, her index finger to my lips once she has finished my hair and is facing me once more.

"He loves you and you love him. I do not need to understand it, no matter what he has done to me. And as for speaking to him about me, you have done more than enough for me. My life before you came into the castle was not as nice as it is now. You have already done so much for me, please do not diminish what you have done."

A feeble nod is all I can give her when she moves her finger from my lips. She gives me a good look over to make sure I am presentable, pulling my cardigan closed so my revealing nightgown and bump are safely hidden. I had no siblings in my village that I was raised in, but if I had to pick someone who was close enough to a sister I would pick Celebrian. She gives me a final look before wrapping her arms around me in an embrace. She holds me tight as if I am the sister she has always wanted too. After a moment she pulls back and gives me a smile.

"Now, go to your king. I shall see you in the morning for breakfast."

I move through the castle in silence, my breathing as quiet as I can make it. Guards were stationed at various points of the castle but apart from them it was only me in the hallway. It made me feel so small within the vast grandness of the castle. The stone, the wood working, the lamp fixtures, everything looked to be out of a folktale. My slippers are silent when I approach the opened door of my king's training room. I had never been inside of the room that claimed most of my husband's attention these days, but as I stood in the doorway I was met by my husband's half naked form. All he wears is a pair of trousers that hang low on his body as if this was the only piece of fabric he had bothered to put on after he fucked me earlier. His long blonde hair has been pulled up into a bun and his body is covered in sweat. He practices with his sword against an unseen enemy, one hand behind his back as he moves with grace. He is so focused on his every move that I know he has not sensed me watching him. He is beautiful while he moves, his sword moving fluidly through the air as he cuts another unseen enemy.

It is only when he spins around to cut another invisible enemy that he catches me standing in the doorway watching him. His smirk grows when he looks back at me, his sword falling down at his side.

"To what do I owe this visit, little dove?"

I give him a small smile before stepping into the room. From behind me I hear the door shut and lock. Concealing us from anyone who could hear us speaking.

"I had a nightmare so I came to see you. Which sounds childish now that I have said the words out loud."

I whisper the last bit more to myself than to him, but I know that he heard me. I can see it in the look of sympathy he sends over in my direction. I do not speak as he places his sword back on the wall where he hung his other swords. His eyes find mine once he has rid himself of his weapon. His body closes the gap between the two of us, his hands on either side of my face. I feel him reach inside my mind, replaying my dream for himself. His jaw clenches once he has seen it for himself, his eyes darkening a few shades.

At first, he does not speak a word; he only places his hands on top of my stomach. The palms of his hands are comforting and careful. A side of Sauron no one else would ever see. He studies the bump cautiously as he thinks of what to say next. He mulls over the words for a good while before his eyes flick up to meet my gaze once more.

"These dreams have gotten more vivid (y/n). You are grappling with your own soul. What it wants versus what you are as an elf. At some point you will need to choose or this shall keep happening."

He had seen all of the nightmares that had led to this point. All of them over the past six months. Today was the first time he acknowledged my inner war. The first time since he told me of the darkness brought on by the Morgol Blade's penetration into my skin. Leaving me forever changed.

"How do I choose my darling? What should I choose?"

The questions fall from my lips, trembling. Sauron's face looks back at mine in quiet contemplation. I can feel his choice without him needing to say it himself.

"When I gave nine rings to mortal men they were corrupted too, but their corruption was for power. You were stabbed with something laced with dark magic. Poison altered your blood and darkness bound itself to you little one. Corruption with dark magic is give and take. A balance of sorts. Mortal men took power and, in turn, sought it out from others. The sword took your blood and now you must take blood to complete the cycle."

I look at him in confusion, my brows furrow and I can feel the protest building up within me. Even though a part of me feels that what he is saying is true. I could feel it within me. This thirst for more I just did not know what I needed more of.

"You want me to be consumed by darkness, don't you my dark king?"

The smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips tells me everything they need to without him needing to speak. It was the same look he had given me when he told me about the darkness within me. The same thread he wanted to unravel, but he had waited for me to get here on my own and without pressure of any kind. My heart breaks at the thought of my body giving itself over to darkness. Of going against everything I valued as an elf. I did not know what it was going to mean for me or our unborn child. Would this darkness twist them from the inside out like it had done to me? Like it had done to Sauron and countless others who dared to reach out and touch it. I pull back from his grasp, cradling my stomach where his hands had been and I do not stop the tears that fill my eyes. For months I had felt as though I was out of my body, like I was a stranger within my own bones and this was the supposed solution. To aid the darkness within my blood for more blood? Like the blood from my nightmare.

I weep as quietly as I can as I turn away from my husband. I feel his eyes staring into the back of my head whilst I process his every word.

"And what of our child Mairon? What will this darkness do to them?"

I whimper the words in defeat as realization falls over me that there is nothing I can do to change my fate. Tears still fall from my eyes when he takes a few steps forward, stepping around me so he is before me once more. The look of worry has etched itself further into his face once he sees how distraught I am, my muffled cries were nowhere near as bad as the tears that soaked my face.

"Our child will be fine. You will still be you (y/n). If you feed the darkness what it needs it will be manageable, but if you continue to try and ignore it, it will get worse."

His hands find either side of my face once more, holding me in place as he breathes with me.

"Would you love me more if I succumb to darkness?"

My words sound rough against the rawness of my throat. The weeping had left me aching and weak, my head spinning as we watched each other. I move in closer to him, my hands finding his chest as I lean into him for support. He looks down at me with a look that I cannot read. His thumbs move lightly along my cheek bones, touching me as I am the most delicate thing he has ever held.

"As I told you, little dove. I love you for who you were and who you will become. I have loved you from the moment your family offered you up to me. When you came before me, scared and unsure. But it is not my wish to watch you struggle. It is not my wish to see you in pain. Darkness like yours craves the darkness within others (y/n). The same darkness I have rooted deep within me. Should you want to cease this inner war, you will need to drink from me. Blood for blood. As only blood can bind."

My lips part at his suggestion, my body rigid as his hands move from either side of my face. His fingertips slowly trace along the cardigan I had swung over my nightdress, the pads of his fingers tracing along my shoulders. My eyes flutter closed when he lightly grasps the fabric of the cardigan before he drags it down my arms. In the absence of the cardigan my flesh is consumed by goosebumps, a shiver moves up my spine. The whole time his eyes are fixed to my face. Fascination is consuming him whilst he watches me. He notes my parted lips and the way my breathing hitches as he removes the cardigan and drops it to the floor.

"This is madness my king..."

I whisper unevenly as he dips his head and his lips find my neck. He has kissed me here hundreds of times in our marriage, but only now did it feel different. My heart beats loudly in my chest, my thirst that I had felt earlier suddenly realized within the mention of this new solution. If I drank from him, my darkness would be fed. I would have this tug of war within me.

"... This is ruin."

He hums along with my words, his lips gently start sucking along my neck.I feel his tongue dance along my skin, marking me as if anyone else could claim me as anything but his. I feel my breathing hitch at the sensation. My head is spinning faster now, but the thirst I felt earlier is still here. More pronounced and ever enticing.

"Let me ruin you..."

He growls along my skin.

"...Maybe then you will find peace once more. You know how much it has hurt me to see you so distressed these last few months. I only want to offer you release. I want to protect you, let me."

Around us the candles in the chandelier flicker, several candles flickering out. The room darkens until only a few candles remain lit, it is then that I feel the mood shift around us. My hands find the top of his trousers, my right hand dipping beneath the band while my left rests atop his toned stomach. He chuckles darkly as my hand finds his prominent bulge. Without saying a word I know what he wants me to do. Slowly, I use my thumb to trace over the head of his cock, precum coating my thumb. Slowly I tease the tip, earning a groan from my dark king. But I know better than to toy with him too long, after a moment my other fingers brush over the tip of his cock. Once I have enough to lubricate, I slowly pump up and down his thick shaft. Tracing over veins with every movement up and down.

I am overtaken by something within me, confidence that I never felt before this tugging at my heart.

"Do you have any idea how good you make me feel? I just want to make you feel this good too."

My husband groans against my neck, my head tilting back so he has better access to my neck. My pace quickens, but only for a moment before I am met by the familiar sensation of his teeth sinking into my neck. The sensation was as Euphoric as it had been the first time he had done it to me. He chuckles once more as he guides my hand from his cock, moving my finger-tips towards my mouth so I can lick the precum from my fingertips. His seed tastes salty and sweet in my mouth. And he does all of this without unlatching his teeth from my neck. Instead, he drinks from me all while guiding us to the floor of the training room. In a haze I somehow ended up on top of him, his cock freed from the pants he had been wearing. My nightdress has been lifted, and my lack of undergarments provided him easy access to my soaked sex. He lines up his cock with my entrance, filling me in a single thrust.

I moan shamelessly as he thrusts inside of me and I struggle to move out of the haze that has engulfed me. He seems to sense that I am overwhelmed by the hazy state of my mind, because he stops drinking from me and peers up at me. Hands grasp both breasts as I look down at him with new found clarity. I am still thirsty.

"Drink from me, little one."

He groans, as frees one breast so he can summon a dagger out of nothing. I watch him move the blade to his throat where he cuts the smallest bit of his neck. Just enough for me to drink from him. When I see the black blood spill from his cut, the darkness inside of me stirs and I am powerless to stop it. I find myself leaning into him, my breasts flush against his chest as I tuck my head into the crook of his neck. My lips find the blood and as I latch onto him and taste him instantly.

He tastes better than anything I could have imagined. I drink from him without protest, the thirst inside of me slowly fading. His cock continues thrusting inside of me in a rhythm unlike anything he had ever done with me before. A dark chuckle falling from his lips.

"That's a good girl. You have no idea how much I have enjoyed ruining my sweet..."

He thrusts deeper.

"... Pliant little wife. It is as if the Valar had created you just for me."

I breathe against him when I finish drinking his blood. My lips peppering his neck as my walls begin to clench around his cock. But I do not want it to be over yet. I am too enamored by the rush that is building within me. In the wake of my thirst all I crave is him. I roll my hips slowly against him and feel myself smirk at the moan that falls from his perfect lips. I lean back so I can look down at him instead of being tucked away in the crook of his neck. Our eyes lock for a moment as he leans forward taking my breast in his mouth. He suckles at my breast while his other hand moves to the other one. I am lost in a sea of sensations. His mouth, his hand, and his cock all working together to send me over the edge.

"I should thank my family for offering me up to you as a wife. Stars above, I have never dreamed I could feel like this."

I am breathless when I speak the words, my eyes fluttering closed so I can focus on every single way he is making my body feel. Without needing to see his face I can sense his eyes darkening at my words. I have never uttered a thank you for our arrangement. I have never once felt brave enough to do so before this moment.

He groans in response, his thrusts are suddenly sloppier. He is ready to cum and something about his need to come undone makes me want to do the same.

"Can we please cum together."

I whisper the words aloud. His hands move to my hips, holding me securely.

" Look at me (y/n). I want to see the look in your eyes as we come undone."

I am tired all of a sudden, but I do not deny my husband his wish. Our eyes lock as his picks up his pace. My ass his bouncing as I ride him, one of his hands on my hips moves to my lower stomach, protectively holding my bump. I look down at him and feel my stomach turn at the sight of his hand holding me. Our child that we made together, he wants to protect them. He loves them enough to want to. We move together until we both come apart at the same time. My walls flutter around his cock as it sends his seed deep within me.

For a moment I am too breathless to think. My heart is pounding, but I feel a million times better than I had when I had awoken earlier in the night. I still felt like me, more so than when I was craving some unknown source. He had helped me like he said he would.

"How did you know that would work?"

I ask him quietly as he pulls out of me. My voice trembles as I come back down to reality. He studies me closely, his hand on my stomach unmoving.

"I know my way around dark magic, my love. I have wielded it for longer than you or your native village have existed in Middle Earth. I am sorry I did not tell you sooner. I had thought things would get better and that you would not need to resort to drinking from me, but your dream tonight made me realize how wrong I was. I am sorry little dove."

I shake my head in protest as I lay down onto his chest. He wraps me in his arms before giving my head a gentle kiss.

"Do not apologize, you have helped me through the toughest storm I have ever endured. And I know in my heart that you will help me through all of the others life will bring."

I sound absurdly sentimental when I say this, but I mean every single word. I nuzzle in against him while he holds onto me.

"Of course I will, that is what a husband does for the woman he loves more than anything in this world..."

He pauses, giving my head another kiss.

"... Now let us go back to our chamber. I refuse to allow the mother of my child to fall asleep on the floor of my training room."

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The Offering. Chapter 5

Story Idea: What if Sauron had been successful? What if he'd taken all of Middle Earth and obtained everything he ever desired? What if he still desired something more?

Warnings: This chapter is 18 plus. Contains smut, language, and an arranged marriage.

Chapter is unedited!

Pairings: Sauron x Reader

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5:

I awoke in agony.

Covered in sweat and exhaustion.

My eyes opening quickly and without a moment to adjust.

A gasp falls from my lips when my eyes open as I come back to life once more. A flood of memories flickers in my mind as I come to. Images of what happened flash across my mind in quick succession, my body overstimulated with how much information that pulsates through me.

There had been an attack on my husband... The spear destined for him I had taken in his place.

'I should be dead.'

I think to myself as I recall the pain I had felt the moment the pointed end had pierced my body. I feel the phantom pain move through me right where the blade had gone through my chest. The pain worsening when I sit up from the bed I had been laying in. Absent mindedly my left hand reaches out to touch the spot on my chest, feeling the bandage that now covered where I had been struck. It is a good sized bandage, white cotton that binds my chest together. It is so tight that I feel as though the bandages alone are what are keeping me together at this very moment. I breathe in a shallow breath, unable to breathe any deeper because of the pain. I glance down at the bandage again and that is when the silver band on my ring finger catches my eye. It is a beautiful ring, silver with a red oval stone centered on the band. It is elegant and unlike anything I have ever seen before.

"I made that for you little one."

My husband's voice sounds from somewhere within the room. I had been so focused on my pain and the memories that brought me to this moment that I had not properly taken in my surroundings. Slowly, I peer up from the ring and find him standing mere feet away. He stands straight, his eyes studying me closely. I cannot read the expression on his face nor the tone of his previous words. I look at him in caution before pulling my gaze from his to the room we are currently in. Wherever we were, it was a room that I had not yet seen before this moment. I recognized the stone work of Sauron's castle and the gothic architecture of his home, but this must have been a room I had to explore in my few days as his wife. My eyes meet the firelight across the room, the fire of a forge. My husband's forge was beautiful, so beautiful that I knew it could rival that of Lord Celebrimbor's forge from the second age. I knew nothing of my husband's craft, but I could appreciate the beauty of the room. Momentarily I wondered if he had placed the bed in here to watch over me as he worked.

There is a silence that hangs between my husband and I as I dare to look upon his handsome face once more. His expression still unreadable. I open my mouth to speak, but he puts his hand up to stop me.

"If you ever think about putting yourself in my path to stop another assassination attempt on my life again I shall punish you thoroughly."

He scolds me and I cannot help the confusion that flickers across my face and the instant frustration the builds within me. Was he seriously angry with me for defending him? For risking myself to save my own husband? I see red as I look at him.

"Are you truly angry with me for saving you? I did it out of love Mairon."

The tone I use with him is foreign and I can tell by the glint in his eyes that he does not know what to make of my outburst. I was a compliant wife. A quiet wife. But at this moment I cannot understand how he could be mad wih me. For a moment he mentally debates on how he will respond to me, eyes looking me up and down. After a moment more of consideration he strides across the room, bridging the gap between the both of us. Only stopping when he has reached the side of the bed.

"I understand why you did it little dove. But do you have any idea what I would do if I ever lost you. I am a Maia, we are much harder to kill, but elves..."

He pauses looking away from me, his jaw tight and his eyes filled with devastation.

"... Elves are easier to kill and I do not want a world that does not have you in it."

My breathing hitches at his words. The frustration that had built up within me is extinguished with a few words. Instantly, I feel bad for immediately reacting with anger. I had not considered how he would feel if I died. I guess a part of me thought he would replace me with another wife. There was nothing about me that was extraordinary, but it appeared the he truly did care for me. Reading my mind, he shakes his head and sits beside me on the bed, his hands in mine.

"I more than care for you (y/n). I would do anything for you. I would set this world aflame if you asked. I would give up everything I had worked so hard to build if you asked. What we have is more than love, there is not a word the fully captures the complexities of what we have."

He finishes speaking with desperation in his eyes. A desperation for me to understand him and the way he felt. The way I knew I would feel if I ever lost him. It was the very reason I had pushed him away from the spear and took it in his place.

"I am sorry. I did not mean to worry you. I love you Mairon, I just wanted to protect you."

He gives me a smile, the lines by his eyes crinkling. He gently rubs his fingers along mine as we hold each other's hands. He leans in to kiss my forehead as his fingers toy with the ring on my finger.

"There is mithril in this ring, it is was once healed the great tree of Valinor. I made sure to infuse it with the metal I used for your band. It is what healed the last of the infection that you have been fighting. The poison on the spear blade got into your blood and clung on for dear life as you fought against it. The nurse maids used all sorts of elvish medicine to get the infection out. They got most of the infection out, but after a fortnight I knew there was only one other option I had to get the rest of it out. So I made this ring and I'll ask you not to take it off in case anything like that ever happens again. Promise me?"

I mull over his words, my brain moving a million miles a second as I realize he had said I had the infection for a fortnight. Which meant I had been out of commission for over two weeks at this point. I could not believe the time I had lost nor the bitterness that I felt deep within me. I had two weeks of my life taken from me.

"I promise."

Is all I can say as I dare to look back at him, our eyes locking together. He sees the devastation on my face and I know that he feels for me. I see his chest heave up and down as be breathes a deep sigh, pulling me in against him. Wrapping me in an embrace whilst he rests his head atop mine. He is warm and comforting and I am beyond thankful that he saved me.

"Do not fret my darling wife. The elf responsible has paid or maiming you..."

His voice is darker when he says this. It is a sharp contrast to the softness of his touch.

"... He was publically excuted for all to see. Burned like a witch at the stake. A warning to anyone who might think of harming you and I. He shall never harm you again little dove."

There's an underlying tone of madness in his voice. Something that should have concerned me, but it did not. All I could think about was how much I believed that the elf had gotten what was coming to him in the end. He attacked his king and queen so he suffered he consequences. And though a part of me mormally would have felt bad that a death of any kind had occurred, I could not bring myself to care.

If someone wanted to harm my king then they deserved to burn for it. And next time I wanted to be the one lighting the match. The thought causes my husband to chuckle darkly as he holds me tight.

"Careful darling..."

He rasps before pulling back to look at me, his lips mere inches from mine. Something about the way my dark thought excites him and I can see it in his eyes. There is a touch of darkness within me that he is fascinated by, a thread he wants to pull on so he can see me unravel.

"...Thoughs of revenge can lead to corruption."

My breathing hitches when he whispers the words. His eyes a few shades darker than they had been before. How was it that he could arouse me so thoroughly without making a move? I felt as though we were connected within our minds in a way that was stronger than it had been before I had been injured. As if my action had proven my loyalty and now he was willing to fully let me in. I cannot help but smile at the thought, my hands reaching out to touch either side of his face. Normally I let him initiate the touches we shared as if he would deny me if I did not wait for his initiation. But this time I felt braver, more comforable with the man before me. He does not pull away when I touch him, instead he leans into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as my fingers trace along his jawline.

"My love, you corrupted me the second you fucked me with your cock."

I whisper the vulgarities in a sweet breath, my eyes fixated upon his face. I note the smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips when I say this. His sweet compliant little wife daring to utter such naughty words. I feel as hough I am seeing him for the first time, his clean shaven face is soft underneath my fingertips. I find myself inching closer until my lips are against his, slowly we kiss as if we are afraid that I might break into a thousand pieces. A gasp falls from my lips as his hands find my hips. He is gentle as he manuevers me where he wants me, my legs on either side of his hips, his covered cock directly below my covered sex. Intentionally cautious, he breaks the kiss and leans his head against mine. His breathing is uneven and hungry for more.

"We should not keep going. You are still weak from the attack. I cannot take advantage of you when you are still healing."

He sounds so sweet when he says this, his words are a clear contrast to his body. He holds me to him, his bulge straining against my sex. We both know what we want, injuries be damned.

"I want you Mairon. You are not taking advantage of me if this is what I want."

My voice maintains its whisper as we stare at each other in quiet hunger. Our breathing still uneven. I can see that he wants to protest, but I can also see how badly he wants this as much as I do.

"Please."

I ask as sweetly as I can muster, my hands moving from his face down to his chest and then lower. His eyes more intense with every movement that my hands make lower along his body. My hands stop at the top of his trousers, my fingertips tracing over the button of his pants.

"You little minx. How am I supposed to do what is right when you ask so sweetly?"

I keep my wide-eyed gaze as I undo the button. He lifts his hips when I pull the fabric of his trousers down, his cock freed from their confines. I cannot help the smile that plays on my lips when I see how hard he is. In hesitance I look up at him to make sure that it is okay for me to do what I suddenly feel compelled to do... Put his throbbing cock in my mouth. He looks at me and really thinks it over, contemplating whether he wants us to continue or if he means to shut this down before it goes any further. I can feel him in my mind as he probes around before making his decision.

He does not say a word aloud before nodding for me to continue. Maintaining eye contact I shimmy down his legs so I have better access to his cock. It is only once I am comfortable that I lean forward, tongue lightly licking up the length of his member. I am slow as my tongue toys with him, licking up and down before guiding him into my mouth. His hands move to my hair and a low groan brushes past his lips as I take him as deeply as I can. My tongue darting over his swollen tip, tasting his pre-cum as I work my mouth.

"(y/n)."

My name comes out of his mouth in a heated moan, I watch him closely as he leans his head back against the headboard of the bed. His eyes close and a look of bliss overtakes his handsome face. This was the first time I had ever been brave enough to do something like this with my husband and now that I have seen his reaction, I knew I already could not wait to do it again. He seemed competely at my mercy in this moment. Vulnerable and powerful at once. When I lick over the tip of his cock once more, his jaw clenches and his hips buck up. He thrusts himself deep into the back of my throat as I continue sucking him. A few times he thrusts himself so deeply into my mouth that I gag, but it only turns me on more. His hands move to lace themselves in my hair, gently tugging at the strands as the two of us fall into a rhythm. My mouth is all to happy to match his movements and I can feel that he's nearly ready to fall over the edge.

"I am going to cum (y/n) and I want you to swallow every last drop."

A chill moves up my spine when he speaks, his tone cold calculating. A deviation from the softness in his eyes as we stare each other down, neither of us stopping what we are doing whilst we do this. I cannot verbally response, but he can see my response in the way that I look at him. That I am hungry for whatever he wants to give me. His thrusts are deep, in my mouth. As far as I can handle, but he is cautious with me as if I will break if he moves any quicker. But I just focus on the ways my tongue can tease him, my tongue tracing over the veins in his cock as he finally spills over. His cock twitches as he coats the inside of my mouth with his spent seed. I swallow and lap every drop that twitches into my mouth until there's nothing left, only then do I release him from my mouth.

He pulls me in against him, his hands on either side of my face as he studies me. I am suddenly very tired and the energy I had seems to have been depleated. My eyes feel heavy and my mind suddenly feels as if it is world's away. He studies me closely and I know that he can see the new wave of exhuastion that has fallen over me.

"I will make sure to give you as generous of reward once you have more energy. I am not to be outdone by my sweet little dove."

I smile at his nickname for me and lean forward to lay my head on his chest. He allows me to get comforable before running his hands through my long (y/h/c) loose locks. I feel the pain in my chest that I had forgotten all about when I had been distracted moments ago. He breathes with me when he can tell that I'm feeling the pain once more, his hands continuing to stroke my hair.

"Why do you call me little dove?"

I whisper, my eyes heavy. Unable to keep them open my eyes flutter closed and I breathe him in.

"In some cultures doves mean beauty, fertility, and love. But when I was a young Maia doves were a symbol of peace. When I first saw you I felt a peace that I had never known before. You have been my peace from the moment you entered my throne room."

I cannot fight the smile that forms on my lips when he says this. And though eyes are still closed, I can imagine the look upon his face. He gives the top of my head a tender kiss before whispering;

"Now rest my love. You may ask me anything your heart desires when you awaken."

My body is too weak to fight against the sleep that overtakes me. I did not want to sleep when I have only just awoken, but I could not fight the dream like state I entered into moments after he starts to hum me a melody.

It is almost another fortnight before my husband allows me to do anything for myself. Too caught up in making sure I had regained enough strength to do simple tasks like walking from one end of the room to the other. But his tenderness did not bother me, instead it made me thankful. For my entire life I had never had anyone who took care of me like this. He made sure I ate, had enough blankets, helped me wash, and would lay in bed with me whilst he read a book aloud. He was tender and kind something I had never known before.

But tonight he finally decided that I was ready enough to take a walk around his castle with him. With one arm locked with his we walk along the outside of the castle breathing in the night air. The wind carried a smell of rain with it as it lightly breezed, blowing some of my hair out of my face. We walked amongst the stars, the moonlight bright and beautiful. He walked alongside me, his arm linked with mine whilst watching me. Fireflies dance along the trees of the forest. They dance in time with the sound of crickets chirping as if their melodies were the sweetest song. I could confess to myself that this part of Mordor was a sharp contrast to the desert along the Southern end of my husband's lands. Here, at home in the castle and within the grounds, one could forget the harsh realities of the enslaved beings my husband ruled over. But I tried not to dwell on those individuals. Instead, I focused on my husband and the way it feels to have him hold me as he guides me through the garden that nears the forest edge. Tonight I wear an emerald green dress that flows along my body, with beautiful golden leaves embrodiered along the bodice before cascading down the skirt of my dress. He eyes the way the dress is tailored to me with a satisfied smirk.

"It is good to see you outside of our make shift bed in the forge. I am sorry it took me so long to let you go out of bed. I just wanted you to be more healed before I let you out for all to see."

When he says this I catch the small group of his courtiers sitting at table in the garden indulging in some sort of sweet pastry. When we walk past them they stand and bow to their king before doing the same to me. They look scared of my husband and I cannot help but wonder why. Before his courtiers all seemed happy to be chosen as close members of his court. Now they seemed weary. I look to my husband and see the look in his eyes as he watches them bow. Seemingly assessing their form and deciding if he found it acceptable or not. He does not speak when he looks away, head held high as he guides us away from them.

"What was that about?"

I ask only when we are out of earshot of his courtiers. He peers down at me through a sideways glance, his body still tense.

"Members of my court and my guards were slain due to their regrettable oversight in keeping my kingdom safe."

My brow furrows at his words, my eyes lookin from his to our linked arms. Members of the court and guards were killed because they had, either willingly or unwillingly, allowed that elvan assalant into our home and it almost resulted in the death of their king. I could see how Sauron would want to punish anyone willing to allow such an uprising. He had to snuff out any and all fires as they appeared if he wanted to maintain his power. It is no secret that my husband did not care if he had to scorch the Earth to keep what he wanted safe. He had worked too hard to lose what he had built.

"I see. And now they are afraid of you?"

I whisper more to myself than him. The complexities of ruling a kingdom and the complicated relationships he had to maintain were not enirely lost on me. My parents had been the leaders of our small village and I knew what they had endured to maintain their own little bit of peace. I loose myself in thought for a moment. So much so that I do not pay attention to where my husband has been guiding us down the outdoor corridor, each step carrying us further and further away. It is only when I see the exterior second door to the throne room that I realize where he has taken us. Neither of us speaks when he opens the door and we tuck ourselves safely inside. The throne room is empty, illuminated only by the candle lit chandeliers. It was a massive room any time that I had been inside of it, but it seemed even more vast with only the two of us inside it.

"Why did you bring me here?"

I ask, my eyes taking in my surroundings. Nothing had changed from the masquarade that had occurred well over three weeks ago. Everything as it was, only more chaotic from the attack. Chairs were knocked over, tables, glasses, and cups strewn about like the castle had been abandoned. My eyes pause upon the floor where black soot mars the floor. The longer I look at it the more it seems to grow, whatever had happened here was horrific. Whoever had been standing here had been scorched into oblivion. I cannot help but think back to what he had said moments ago about his court and guards being slain. My mouth parts at the realization, my eyes moving from the floor to where he stands. There is no apology in his eyes and I do not desire one. He was reacting to being attacked and he had the right to respond, but I am in awe of the destruction. Weeks ago I would have mourned the loss of life that had occurred here. Elves did not enjoy loss of life, but something within me has changed. I could feel it the moment I had awoken. It was as if the poison that had tried to kill me had been successful to a point. I am not the elf I was before the attack. Now all that was left was a void. A void that only my husband seemed to fill.

"Is this where it happened?"

Breathless, I murmur the words into existence. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips whilst we study each other. The same dark fascination with my own darkness intices his him. His strides to my side are big enough that it only takes a few steps to reach me. His taller frame stands behind me, his hands on either side of my shoulders as he admires his craftsmanship.

"Yes. After the intruder who harmed you had been safely detained I felt it necessary to teach the others a thorough lesson of what would happen to them should they be neglent again. It is safe to say that any doubters of my rule were taken care of. Or as you so wonderfully put it 'scorched'."

A chill moves up my spine when he whispers my internal observation aloud. My breathing hitches as his lips trace my ear lobe, my body instantly on edge. Why did the thought of him being angry enough to harm another on my behalf turn me on? It should not. This went against everything I had been taught to value.

"What is happening to me?"

I ask breathlessly as he chuckles darkly in my ear. His lips kiss beneath my ear, ghosting along my neck as I lean into his touch. My eyes flutter closed when I feel his teeth graze my neck. I did not know if he intended to bite me as he had the night of my attack, but if he did I would not complain. The thought amuses him as he breathes me in.

"Do you know how hard it is to survive being struck with a dark blade little one? A blade infused with a Mogul-blade. The blade had been fashioned into an arrow at some point, but the magic inside remained just as strong. When you were stabbed darkness took root within you, a poison that took weeks to cure, but even with the ring I made you on your finger the poison still managed to find a way in. Small as it may be, it is there and I can feel it within you. Calling for my own darkness as well..."

His voice drifts for a moment whilst he kisses my neck once more, tongue lightly brushing over my skin.

"... I really did try to fix it, but a wound like that never fully heals."

My body feels as though it is on fire within his arms. The hunger of my own darkness calling for his. I feel at war with myself and the notions of what has been versus what now is. I still feel twinges of myself mixed into the foreign entity residing inside of me. A part of me that had become twisted and tortured into this new version of myself.

"Do you like me better like this?"

I ask while a wave of dread overtook me momentarily. The thought my husband might only be all too happy to see this shift within me. I could feel a change in his touch as if he was no longer afraid of breaking me. I'd already proven I was stronger than he thought, what would he make of me now? My own insecurities plague my mind, but only for a moment before he pulls back. His lips leave my skin and he pulls his hands from my shoulders. In less than a second he is before me, his hands now finding my waist as he pulls me in against him.

"I love you in every way that you have been and I will love you in every way you will be."

He is sincere when he speaks the words and I know instantly that there's no falsity to be found within him. His smile is sweet even with the mischeif that is in his eyes. I look upon his face and wonder why that it was that he chose now to show me this. Why he chose now to tell me this. Why had he waited weks to inform me that the elf I had been before was different from the elf before him now. These questions bounce around in my head in rapid succession, his eyes trained on me as he listens to my thoughts.

"I told you now because you've gained more of your strength. I did not want to frighten you little one. But when I saw my courtiers in the garden I knew that I could no longer wait for an answer."

His explanation makes sense, but I wonder what all of this means moving forward.

"And my response to your parlor tricks was all you needed to know that something about me was different?"

I ask, my tone darker as I peer up at him through my lashes. He raises his brows at this statement, more the shock that his sweet little wife could ever compare his abilities to parolr tricks. No, he knew he was the most powerful being in this world and he wouldn't let me get away with saying such a thing. He would punish me for it, just like I wanted him to.

He does not speak when he pulls his lips to meet mine. I hear a faint growl in the back of his throat, gutteral and cruel. He has me up against the pillar mere feet behind where we are standing all without moving his lips from mine. He touches me like a man possessed, his fingers tugging at the fabric of my gown. I think of how he is pulling it apart and which he would stop because I liked this dress.

"Oh don't worry darling, I shall get you another one."

He rasps against my lips followed by the sharp sound of fabric being ripped from my body. I gasp at the sensation of the cold air of the throne room touching my skin. Every rip of the fabric exposing me more and more to him. My eyes flutter closed when his lips move from mine down to my throat and along the valley of my breasts. My fingers are entangled in his hair as he wages war on my flesh, marking me up with every swirl of his tongue. I am so blissfully entagled in his touches that I do not realize when I feel light stubble along my skin. My brows furrow at the sensation, my husband was normally clean shaven...

I peer down at him and gasp. His normally long blonde locks are replaced by beautiful dark brown hair that comes down past his chin. Not as long, but long enough. He senses that I have had my attention is no longer wrapped up in sinful lust. He knows that I am enraptured by his new appearence. He looks up at me, his eyes now green and the stubble on his face gives him more of a rugged look. He no longer looks like the elf form he paraded around in to mock the elves he has enslaved. No, this form is that of a man and he is hauntingly beautiful. In hesitance I reach out to touch his face, traces of his other form are hidden beneath the surface, but he looks like an entirely new person.

"Still find my skills to be parlor tricks love?"

He asks, his voice mimicking that of a Southlander. I swallow hard and stare back at him in awe.

"You're magnificent."

I whisper unable to hide the amazement I feel burning deep within me. My words cause him to chuckle, his hands reaching out to cradle my face as I cradle his. He looks smug as my eyes take in every new part of his face. The long robe he had been wearing on our walk has been replaced by clothes often associated with low men. Not that it bothered me in the slightest, this form aroused me as much as his other form.

"I can feel you (y/n). I can see your mind and I know how much seeing me like this arouses you..."

He pauses, his hands moving to rip the remaining fabric from my body. He leaves me naked before him, the fabric of my gown falling around me. I never bothered with undergarments any more. Not when I hoped he would take me whenever he saw fit. For a moment his eyes flick down to my sex, the smirk on his face growing as he lifts his hand up. His fingers lightly toy with my clit, his gaze never moving from me as he lightly strokes me. I breathe in a sharp breath when he uses his index finger to collect some of my arousal before inserting his fingers between my soaked folds. Through the new guise of his form he watches me closely and watches my every move without hesitance. Instead, he seems to look at me as though I too have taken on a new form. He pumps his finger in and out of me at such a slow pace that it is almost cruel. Fast enough to tease me but not fast enough to fully get me off.

"... Would you like me to stay in this form while I fuck you? Hmm, love?"

He whispers, his accent somehow stronger while he looms closer. Again his lips are nearly against mine and I am nearly seeing stars. The only response I can muster is a faint 'hmm' while moaning shamelessly. His finger moves a little faster while he studies me closely in quiet fascination.

"The last time I took this form I was called Halbrand. That is what I want you to call me tonight."

I nod feverishly, quick to give him anything that he requested. Whatever I needed to do to get him to do more than simply pump his finger in and out of me. He can sesne I am desperate to give him whatever answer he desires and I know that amuses him. Without warning, his lips meet mine and his scruff is rough against my skin. Rough but terribly delicious. I felt like I could cum from his kiss alone, my body doing eveything it can to fuck his finger. He does not let me get too much friction going before he pulls me from the pillar onto the ground beneath us. The cold tile firm against my back, my husband straddling me with a rougish glint in hs eyes. Somewhere in the shifting of positions he had magicked away his clothing, his naked body formed against mine like we were two piece of a puzzle. In this form he has hair on his chest, which I run my fingers through as he peers down at me.

"Halbrand please."

I whimper, his gaze darkening when I say the name. He liked the way that it sounded on my lips. He rolls his hips against me, his cock brushing along my soaked sex. The sensation is unlike anything else. In his other form his cock was impressive, but in this form his cock was thicker. He felt different against me and I wanted him inside of me.

"You like my cock in this form, wife? Hmm, I shall keep that in mind the next time I take you to bed."

There is an amusement in his voice when he says this. An amusement that does not quite match the darkness in his eyes. Without another word he uses one hand to pin both of my hands above my head and the other to hold himself up when he leans his chest to mine. He does not give me a warning when he pushes the head of his swollen tip into the enterance of my sex, but when he starts to push in I feel myself hold my breath.

How was he going to fit?

The thought flashes through my mind and earns another amused chuckle from my husband.

"Do not worry love. I will fit and then I will ruin you."

If it was a threat I could not bring myself to care. I wanted him to ruin me. To rip me apart even if he had just spent weeks putting me back together. Anything to chase this high that I was on. He slides further in, my walls accomodating to his thicker size. He is slow and cautious when he does this as if I will truly break apart. He does not stop his slow descent inside of me until he is as deep inside of me as he can go. Only then does he still his actions and wait for my body to fully adjust to his size.

"Please Halbrand. Please ruin me."

I beg when my husband looks down at me expectantly, knowing full well that all I want to do is for him to take me then and there. A genuine smile moves to his lips before he rolls his hips into mine and a new sensation flickers through me. He hits new nerves all at once with his thicker length. Nerves that he had hit before, but never like this and never at the same time. My hands instantly strain against his one hand holding me in place. I want to touch him, but realize that isn't going to be an option tonight. So instead I lay there and focus on how good he is making me feel. His slow thrusts only last as long as he feels that I need to fully warm up to his newer length. After a few moments, he starts thrusting harder. Erratic and animalistic as he lays waste to my body below him. My boobs bounce against his chest when he starts thrusting faster and his lips find mine in the candle lit throne room. I find myself kissing him back with everything I have inside of me. I feel the need to keep up with him and his hunger. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.

"Tight little cunt. All mine, in this form and any other I shall take. You are mine and mine alone."

His words comb through my mind when he says them. The sounds of our bodies fucking filling the room around us. Skin on skin and raw desire echoing off of the walls. I moan and he groans, our bodies slowly matching eachother's paces. Halbrand might be more of a dirty fuck, but that did not mean that I would not keep up with him. And I do keep up with him, my body mirroring his. The both of us riding a high unlike any other.

We remain in this cruel race until both of us start to reach our own individual releases. He can feel it in the way that my walls clench around him. Halbrand's mouth moves from mine, his green eyes locking with mine when he starts to thrust more aggressively.

"I am going to fuck an heir into you (y/n)."

I moan at his words, a part of me hoping that he does. That this is a promise that he follows through with. I strain against his hands once again as he pushes me to new heights.

"Cum my love. Cum and I will fill you with my seed."

The aggressive thrusts deepen and I am powerless to not give him what he desires most. What I desire most... A release.

"Fuck, Halbrand."

It is the only thing I can say as my walls clench around his cock, my peek reaching at the same time he reaches his. We cum together and I feel his seed shoot deep inside of me. He keeps himself lodged deep within me and with every twitch of his cock a apart of me hopes it will take. I wanted to give my husband everything he wanted. I wanted to be the best wife and mother. I wanted to do whatever I needed to do to keep him happy.

When he pulls out of me he kisses the top of my head. Still in Halbrand's form he lays down next to me on the cool marble floor. I catch his smile before he draws me in against him. I place my hand on top of his chest, my fingers toying with the hair on his chest.

"I love you."

I whisper. The smile on his face grows, the warmth in his face infectious when he reaches out to tuck some of my hair behind my ear.

"I love you as well little dove."

We breathe together in our quiet bubble of bliss, but after a few minutes I feel my husband stiffen beside me. I look to him and wonder what could be bothering him. Reading my mind he lets me know what is the matter without me even having to utter a single word.

"There is an army of traitors gathering in the East. Elves, men, and Dwarves in the hundreds are all conspiring to destroy all that I have built. I am anticipating that it will be meaningless bloodshed. They wish to harm all that I have done to protect them."

Guilt swells deep inside of me at the thought that my husband has had to deal with all of this whilst I was injured. I think of how much he had taken care of me and wonder how much of a burden I had been when he had real pressing matters to deal with.

"Whatever they are planning we shall meet tenfold..."

I say this while thinking of the thousands in my husband's army. I knew we far outnumbered any who opposed him. And he knew it too.

"... We will destroy them all and the ones who manage to survive we need to punish. Only then will they learn to never oppose their king again."

An undetectable look flashes over his face when I say this. A look of pride overtaking his face as if he is proud of what I've said and what it means to him. He nods, lips returning to my forehead.

"Yes, we will, my queen. Yes, we will."

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