#annatar!sauron

[marimosalad]

Revealing my Season 2 Haladriel secret art after episode 6 seemed very appropriate. Enjoy ❤️‍🔥

You can buy prints here

[pursuitseternal]

PursuitsEternal Tolkien Masterlist: A collection of First Age Sauron, Annatar fanfics

Summary: Sauron x f!Reader, dub con, breeding, werewolf smut.

Reader x Sauron. You are Galadriel, seeking the tomb of your dead brother in Tol-in-Gaurhoth.

As you stumble in through the dark, you seek a way to fill the empty void deep inside you. What you don’t expect is to be hunted by Sauron’s spirit, still wielding his Werewolf form. You think he will come to kill you, but he aims to do so much more.

Summary: Lady Galadriel alone suspects Lord Annatar, Lord of Gifts, to be more than he appears. Seeking to reveal him for the deceiver she believes him to be, she finds herself no longer alone in his private chambers. And he wants to give her a gift.

Summary: Retelling of “Beren and Luthien:”

His curse demands the love of one Being of Light, a being Sauron has found in his very path. But he remains trapped by Huan and Luthìen’s curse, stuck in werewolf form until the magic is broken. Galadriel cannot deny that this Dark Wolf has saved her from Orcs, soldiers sent to skin the former Dark Lord for his failure in Tol-in-Gaurhoth. Nor can she deny the growing attachment she has for his snuggles and kisses, her faithful Dark Wolf.

Summary: Dead Dove, Breeding, ABO

When Galadriel is the one captured along with Beren’s company, the dark of Tol-in-Gaurhoth is the least that will make her body shiver. Hints of A/B/O, Forced Heat, Questionably forced Breeding, Bestiality Dead Dove to come, and also talking werewolves.

🎨 by @marimosalad 💞

[otp-shipping-industry]

Watching the Rings of Power season 2 trailer again, with rose-tinted shipper glasses firmly in place (again):

Aww how sweet! Look, he's still offering her a crown! 👑

..Kind of?

I know, I know.. Just please leave me be with my delusions, ok?

[galatariel]

DURIN IV & ANNATAR THE LORD OF THE RINGS: Rings of Power — 2.03

[venduri]

Only you could accomplish such art, Celebrimbor

Assad Zaman as Celebrimbor from JRR Tolkien's The Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales

[toherrys]

I am the one keeping the storm at bay

I've been dreaming of seeing a live-action adaptation of Second Age Sauron looking much like this for a very long time. Had to do a redraw of this old piece

[goodsirs]

The Rings of Power 2.02 "Where the Stars Are Strange"

[sa-d-b-eep]

[glorf1ndel]

Me in the group chat on the morning of March 25th, the day the One Ring was destroyed: Fun Tolkien fact! Sauron’s original name, Mairon, can be translated as “precious,” which means that when Gollum called the ring his precious, it’s like he was talking directly to Sauron. Isn’t it interesting that Sauron isn’t his first name? The Elves began calling him Sauron, which means “the abhorred,” after he started doing evil stuff. And he just leaned into the name because, well, he turned evil. Actually, Sauron has a lot of names. At different points in his storyline, he also goes by Gorthaur, Annatar, and Zigur–

My friends: Is today a Sauron-related day or something?

Me: FUNNY YOU SAY THAT–

[aamuusva]

[saurongorthaur9]

One thing I love is that Tolkien never gives any specifics about Sauron's appearance in the Silmarillion, beyond the facts that he is "fair" and "beautiful." Unlike with many other Tolkien characters, there's no mention of his hair or eye color, his height, or anything else about his physical appearance as Annatar or any of his other fair forms.

It could just be because he is a shapeshifter and such details aren't important, as they aren't permanent, but I think Tolkien was a clever enough writer to have an additional purpose for it.

It allows the reader to picture Sauron as whatever is most fair to them.

In a way, it grants Sauron with the very power of shapeshifting that he has in the books; he can appear different to each reader and form himself into whatever is most fair and seductive in their own eyes.

[marimosalad]

What was actually going on in his head 🧠💍

[pursuitseternal]

“The Best Gift of Them All:” Chapter 5–The Gift of Peace (Bind yourself to me, Haladriel Week, Bind yourself to me)

Saurondriel (Annatar x Galadriel) | E | 2.7 K

Summary: Lord Annatar can wait no longer for Galadriel to ask him for the first of her three gifts. Impatient, he comes to her to give her what she truly seeks— peace, for what else is peace but the result of submission…

CW: BDSM (magical), degradation, humiliation, infidelity, no feelings just fucking, edging/ orgasm control

Ao3 link | Tolkien works Masterlist

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The gift of peace/submission

Restless, Galadriel tossed and turned, the sheets of her bed tangled around her legs even as she floated in and out of sleep. Night was quiet, alone, without even the company of Celeborn, his body heat, the subtle heavy breathing of his peaceful slumber. A week since his return, and he had not even suggested coming to her at night. It would have bothered her, if it hadn’t grown to be the constant custom between them. She had not cared, the dark may have grown lonely, but it was also private. It was also hers and hers alone.

Tonight, however, she slept, hot and disturbed. Her sleep, uneasy, her body, wet and hot as memories of Annatar filled her dreams. She could hear his silken voice, smell that smoky scent, she could even feel the way his body pressed against hers, searingly hotter than anyone else.

It was as if her darkness was no longer lonely…

“Not when you have me, Lavanen…”

Eyes flashed open, the sensation of a mouth at her throat, of lips caressing the secret, sweet spot beneath her ear. The sharp edge of enamel ran over her pulsing veins, the drag of his teeth on her skin rousing her body, more than just to waking.

“It would be so easy, Galadriel, to pierce through this thin veil of your skin, to bruise you or bite you, mark you as mine.” Annatar’s voice dripped with the same feral arrogance in her mind. “Can’t you imagine, having to explain to your poor husband how some creature crawled into your bed and ravaged your body?” His hand gripped around her chin, turning her head slowly, making her wide, flaming eyes meet that conceited stare. “Because, I am more than pleased to imagine it,” he said aloud, the fullness of his lips mesmerizing as she watched him speak in the starlight

“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed, every nerve in her body on fire as she felt nothing but his skin pressing against her own beneath her sheets. “What happened to your willingness to let me choose the gifts I desire from you?”

“You take too long, pet, it’s really your fault I am here. I have been more than generous with you,” he sneered, bearing his teeth, his body shifting over hers. Until she felt that thick, hard length of his cock prodding into the supple flesh of her belly. “Time to name your gift,” he breathed, the bright strands of his hair falling to tickle across her shoulders.

She placed a hand on the crest of his shoulder, pushing him to keep some distance, even as she shifted her hips to have that smooth, hard manhood urge over her mound. Keeping her voice near-inaudible, “I thought you were to ensure my peace, ensuring Celeborn was sent far away…”

“All in good time,” he crooned, “but what fun would it be without a little thrill, a little risk to heighten the mood?”

“I should have known you would crawl back under my nose again,” she hissed with a raise of her brow. “You crave the power you have over me…”

“And you crave those stolen moments when I exert it, lavanen. Lavishing you with all my attention, even if it is not wholly wanted. Certainly preferable to being ignored by that male who would not know what to do with these…” A flash of a smirk was her only warning before he angled his head, latching his lips on the pink peak of her breast, sucking so hard she nearly screamed, his hands pressing and massaging them as they filled the palms of his hands. “Nor would he know his way around this…” Instantly two fingers delved into her folds, that commanding press and stroke of his thumb over her clit, sending a gush of arousal to coat his hand. A soft, staccato chuckle sounded from his throat. “See, lavanen? No one could possibly draw such ecstacy from you as I.”

“No one,” she breathed, a slight raise of her hips to let him stroke harder, deeper to ease her immediate ache. Choking, she felt that wave of heat possessing her body, every muscle of her legs, her belly, beginning to clench as she drew near her climax. And ever his eyes watched from above, his tongue licking his impatient lips with each glance she made to meet that hungry stare.

But even as he drove her to the very edge of her climax, he pulled away. His teeth flashed a wicked smile as her eyes opened wide, furious rage burning back at him. He sighed in pleasure at her wrath, easing himself to his knees and peering down from between her thighs. The hot touch of his hands ran back and forth over them, savoring how they trembled even as her near-orgasm faded. “As pretty as your admission is, it isn’t sufficient to earn anything from me yet,” his voice dripped with his own desire. His cock pulsed, twitching as she tried to clench her thighs for any sort of relief. But his hands only stayed her by the knees, prying them open with little effort until they dropped to the bed. “Not until you tell me your request of me… what is your first gift, pet?”

“Peace,” she panted, trying now to reach her hands to chase her pleasure. “Peace, Annatar, just give me what I seek,” her voice was barely more than a snarl, his hands trapping hers so quickly, her breath caught. Hands he so effortlessly pinned to her own chest, trapped beneath his single palm, fingers stayed in the valley between her breasts.

“Peace, you want?” He smirked, running his free hand through the errant strands of her hair that sullied her pale, perfect neck. “I’m afraid I cannot grant that to you, but…” he closed his fist in the space between them. A sting of magic filled the air, brief and subtle, but enough to run like pin pricks over her skin. “I can give you the gift of… submission. A lesson you so grievously deserve by now,” he rasped, his voice losing that silken edge to drop into barely more than a growl. Fingers unfurled, a thin, golden chain pooled in the palm of his hand.

“What is that?” she breathed, squirming a bit even as his hand pushed her harder into the bed beneath him.

“There is no true peace in this world, other than to learn to submit yourself to the will of another…” His eyes flashed in the starlight. “…to my will.” He let the chain slip from his hold, soft little chinks filling the soft silence of night. “That is how you will truly know peace, Galadriel.”

She stilled as he purred her name. The slightest smile curled his lips as he said it. As if he truly enjoyed, savored her very name alone.

“Now, there’s a pleasing sight,” that grin widened as her muscles relaxed under his touch. His hand released hers, drawing himself away from her body. Head nodding to the bedside, his pale hair flicked with the motion. “Kneel for me, Galadriel,” he commanded, rasping and honeyed all at once.

She hesitated, resistance filling her heart in equal measure to the wave of desire that bloomed as he ordered her from her own bed. One of his hands clasped around her ankle, the gentle stroke of his thumb on the tender flesh of its inside sending tingles down her spine. Then, he flung it around him, twisting her with force to almost fly off her mattress.

“I said… kneel,” he growled, his body stalking closer, so close she could feel its heat radiating into her.

“And if I should refuse?” she snipped in reply, tossing her hair back to scathe him with her glare.

But his brow merely raised in a cool smirk, daring her to do so. “Then you shall receive nothing. If that is what you truly desire….” His eyes flashed as he gave her that roguish grin. “Nothing and you’ll like it…”

“No,” she breathed, her body betraying any hesitant fragment that remained, slipping from her sheets so quickly, the wooden floorboards almost skinned her knees.

One large hand pushed against the top of her shoulder, sinking her ass cheeks to rest on her heels, kneeling beside her own bed. In her own room. Kneeling to him. He grinned down at her, moving her arms behind her back. The soft slinking of metal pierced the nighttime quiet, the light, elegant chains worming its way around her body, only by magic. By power.

“There now,” he breathed, running a hand in her hair, softly at first, until he gripped hard into it, turning her roughly to look up at him. “True peace comes when you submit yourself to a power greater than you, and when you submit yourself so beautifully… so… willingly.” The hold on her head eased, turning into soft caresses that tickled down one cheek to rest beneath her chin. Keeping her gaze fixed on him above her. “Are you at last willing to receive my gift, lavanen?”

She swallowed loudly, unable to force a breath from her lungs even as the chain began to tighten, gradually, unhurriedly. So soft of a metal, such fine links, they almost crept like fabric over her skin. But they stung with the numbing tingle of magic and power. Not unlike the rings he had crafted and served to the dwarf lords. Now, the creation of his power curled around her figure, capturing her and restraining her. And she, Eru forgive her, she felt excited by it. Heart racing like in the battles she once fought, thrill and fear and anticipation, the heady mix that flowed in her veins as he made her face him.

“Now, open wide, sweet little She-elf, and I promise you’ll find more than peace once I’m through with you.”

She shuddered, cold on her skin, but so, so hot everywhere below her navel. But she smirked up at him, pressing her lips firmly together. “Only if you say please…” she hushed between locked teeth and barely-parted lips.

His brow quirked, eyes growing dark as he flashed her a wicked smirk. A deep, loud breath, followed by a low-throated sigh, a groan more like. “Please,” he replied through his own grit teeth.

Instantly, her mouth went slack, opening slowly in his palm, pink tongue licking her full, upper lip with deliberate care.

Salty, velvety, hard. She missed him. Missed his cock. How it filled her whole mouth, how it tickled the back of her mouth. He thrust into her open and supple mouth, his fingers clawing hard into her hair, keeping her from pulling too far from him. She swallowed around him, sputtering, eyes watering… he was relentless. But she would never let him see the edge of pain he caused in her.

He slowed himself, easing his taking of her until she could breathe, until she could swallow and relax around him.

“Mmm, my lady,” he crooned, his hot, silken voice a rumble from his belly before her face, “the more you submit, the more peace you’ll find, you know.”

Suddenly, the chains moved, easing in places, slinking tighter in others, compelling her to rise to her feet. Forcing her to lay belly first across the foot of her bed. The gold seared ever so slightly, a tickle on her skin as they pulled her legs apart, bending her knees to stick the swell of her ass higher into the air.

Holding her breath, she could have anticipated what was next. If only she could, give him as good as he concocted for her. To make him bend before her in supplication. She pulled on her strength, resisting the magic of the chains, fueled by her desire to bring him to heel. They bend, they tug hard into her skin as she pushes up from the bed.

But Annatar crept behind her in seconds, his hand landing on the right curve of her cheek with a shaking slap.

Gasping, Galadriel let out a piercing shriek into the bedding. Almost forgetting her husband slept soundly down the hall. The chains instantly tightened back into the place. But not before his hand gave an equal smack on the other side of her rear.

“Hush, now,” he purred, “let me tend to your every aching need. You need only to relax, to savour the peace I will give you…”

He slipped two fingers into her folds, already so slick for him. “That’s a good little She-elf…” he praised her, voice dripping with honey, sounding almost slick as the noises his fingers made as he delved constantly into her. “Not so hard, is it, to follow your desires, to give in to them, to give in to me…”

She moaned into the bed, fearing if she turned her head at all, she would lose all control, all her noises pulled from her throat echoing to wake her husband. “No, not hard…” she cried into her bedding. “But with how long you’re taking, I wonder, are you still hard?”

Something prodded against her ass, thick and blunt and hard and wet. He swallowed a groan, leaning over her body to put his cry of pleasure right in her ear, his cock burying deep inside her with one, swift thrust. “Hard enough to make you submit, levanen,” he rasped right into the pointed tip of her ear.

She squirmed at the delicious intrusion, bucking under the overwhelming pressure. Her eyes watered with relief, that beautiful stretching of her insides she dreamed about in the darkness finally realized one more time. Peace did wash over her, the more she submitted with each thrust he made, the more peace seemed to worm its way into her soul, binding there to her very being.

Galadriel sighed, from pleasure, from pain, and from the knowledge that in this moment, she did not need to think or question or command.

“That’s it,” he purred above her, the warmth of his touch wandering over where the chains bit into her skin the hardest. His fingers, so skilled at hammer and fire stoked the pleasure from the pink, angry lines her bindings made in her flesh. “Find that peaceful submission and bind it in your very being,” his voice sounded gruff from his own exertion.

Heat raged through her, hotter than the fires of those infernal forges he slaved over. Perhaps it was his own passion, his magic laced in her blood as their bodies joined. “That’s it…” his voice a rasping growl now. “Show me how badly you long for peace, not for Arda, but for you.”

A cry burst from her lips, her frame quaked beneath him as that fire of pleasure turned to molten earth. Glowing and searing, her orgasm tore through her, racing down every nerve and soaking her thighs as she came. He laughed behind her, breathless and dark as his voice rumbled in that wiry elven frame. A voice that did not match the form. “Find your peace, lavanen, find it only with me, in what I can offer you.”

Thrusts hitched as he felt her relax, her body relaxed, unburdened by cares or the trials of her kind. A slight smile turned at her perfect pink lips. And Annatar shuddered in his own pleasure. A few hard snaps of his hips against her rear, and it was finished. He sniffed, running his hand through the unruly stands of his long, yellow hair. “There, your gift, my lady. Find your peace, and know that your submission is cherished in exchange.”

He withdrew, leaving her bent and spent on her own bed. That tingle of his power disappeared, it seemed, yet her chains remained.

“No…” Galadriel hissed, panic replacing that soothing warmth of post-coital bliss he had given her. She fought her chains, yet they would not budge. “Peace, Annatar,” she panted, calling quietly after him. “You leave me thus, and there will be no peace for me or you.”

His laugh tickled her ears, “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Instantly the chains loosened and slunk powerless to the floor. “There is too much work to be done to be troubled.” His presence swirled around her naked form one more time before she felt him truly depart. “Until your penultimate gift, my lady.”

[martanis]

CELEBRIMBOR and ANNATAR in The Rings of Power » 2.03 "The Eagle and the Sceptre"

[lotrcolors]

Charlie Vickers as ANNATAR The Lord of the Rings: RINGS OF POWER — 2.02 Where the Stars are Strange (2024)

[butcharondir]

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