#Sauradar

[papugaka]

I'll sip your soul in Wake your desire I am the promise and a liar

Show me your hands and No misbehaving I'll pin the wire and you'll be waving

[the-winnowing-wind]

A VERY merry Christmas to me courtesy of @papugaka ❄️🎄👁

[ithilbore]

Not a GaladrielxHalbrand shipper nor a ElrondxCelebrimbor shipper but a third other thing.... AdarxHalbrand shipper 😓😓😓😓

[drartslog]

Gotta go brag my latest Sauron/Adar fic then

@kingofrhun you wished for the pairing

[papugaka]

broken

[papugaka]

This is the paired art to this one

@the-winnowing-wind thank you so much for the idea!

(人´∇`)

[papugaka]

"I won't hurt you" said the liar

[papugaka]

you're never enough

[the-winnowing-wind]

The next chapter of my what if TROP were like ATLA fic (a.k.a Elves with complicated feelings go on a journey) is up!!!

Summary:

Sauron presses his neck along Galadriel’s blade, laughing. “Go ahead.” He hums and the entire room vibrates with it. The shadows curl all around them, drift up their legs, threatening, entrapping. “Look at you both.” His words fall softly from his tongue, but the edges are all blade. “You with my ring, and you with my gauntlet.” Sauron’s smile stretches beatific, the picture of false innocence. “My precious things.” The sounds all but coo from his throat. “It is good to know where my things are, after all.”

The air in the room thickens, clouds around them, choking, and the scent of fire curdles in from nowhere.

“For when I want them.” He presses closer, looms over them. “For when I have need.”

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Or, Sauron, at last, rears his vicious head.

[the-winnowing-wind]

What do you think Sauron calls Adar?

I think the name Adar was gifted in mockery by Morgoth/Sauron and adopted by the orcs, but do you think they actually called him that?

[the-winnowing-wind]

SAURDAR!!!!

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness I need to calculate What creates my own madness And I'm addicted to your punishment And you're the master And I am waiting for disaster

[papugaka]

what's with that scar sauron's pointing at on your latest art, does it have a meaning?

Hi, anon! This is the headcanon of @drartslog and mine that Sauron tortured Adar most often in this place, so much that it left a star-shaped scar.

[the-winnowing-wind]

The next chapter of my what if TROP were like ATLA fic (a.k.a Elves with complicated feelings go on a journey) is up!!!

Summary:

They had ridden in quietude, no words passing between them as they had left the fortress in the dust, only the hoof beats of their horses and the sharpness of their breaths echoing into the air. Ridden many miles beyond sunset, into hours too late, in truth, to continue their travels.

The day had melted into an uneasy night.

But they did not stop.

Could not stop.

Chased by something else altogether.

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Or, in the solitude of the forest, Galadriel looks after Adar's wounds. Or, in the darkness of the night, sometimes it is easier to see. Or, a hurt/comfort-esque coda to the last chapter.