#saurondriel oneshot

[bad-surprise]

this is our last dance

haladriel modern au | M | 8.1k | 1/1

There’s a laugh of recognition in Galadriel’s voice. “That bad already, huh?”

“Every single fucking thing I say is wrong,” he murmurs into the phone. A glance back inside reveals that his daughter isn’t paying the least bit of attention.

“Oh good,” Galadriel says cheerfully. “So it’s not just me.”

A dry laugh escapes. “Unfortunately not.”

“Don’t take it to heart, Hal,” she says in a reassuring tone. “Celebrian’s holding onto a lot of anger right now, and she doesn’t know how to work through it.”

He furrows his brow, leaning on the railing. “She’s just a kid. What could she possibly have to be angry about?”

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“I don’t see the point of placing all the blame on someone who isn’t fucking here to defend himself.”

or: while recovering from a horrific attack, Celebrian recalls the last summer she spent with her father.

Inspired by the film Aftersun (2022, dir. Charlotte Wells)

[myfavouritelunatic]

I Felt It Too

A Haladriel/Saurondriel Oneshot from Halbrand/Sauron’s point of view.

I was inspired by that infamous scene in the woods after the confrontation with Adar. What would have happened if they had not been interrupted…?

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: It’s mostly fluff but there are some allusions to smuttiness. 😜 Also lots of angst.

“Fighting at your side I... I felt... if I could just hold onto that feeling, keep it with me always, bind it to my very being then I...” Halbrand let his voice trail off, suddenly afraid of how Galadriel would react if he finished his words. Oh how he wanted to tell her everything, stop hiding his true self from her. The past weeks had been pure torture for him, from the moment they had met on that fateful raft and saved each others lives.

“I felt it too.” Galadriel admitted, her head slowly turning towards him. Halbrand gazed at her, his expression containing a multitude of emotions. He had not expected her to feel the same, nor to declare it so. He craved her power yes, but there was something else tied to it, something much deeper at work. For Halbrand could not help but love Galadriel. The effect she had on him had been profound. He had found the other half of his spirit within her, and knew he could never part from her. Halbrand sensed in Galadriel’s voice as she spoke those words, in her gaze as she looked at him now, that her feelings aligned with his own, and that the bond between them would never be undone. They were bound.

The two of them shared a silence, speaking only with their eyes. The air between them was charged with an unnamed force, Halbrand feeling as if he were paralysed. He fiercely desired to penetrate the space that separated them, a small distance that suddenly felt as wide as the seas upon which they had met. He had longed to physically explore how he felt about her, show her how much he cares for her, be with her the way he feels he is destined to. He had crafted visions, images, dreams inside his mind that played out over and over. They began as ways of quenching his desires but soon morphed into torturous pantomimes that existed to remind him of how he’d never have her.

Each one was different. In them, Halbrand would imagine what it would be like to have Galadriel’s lips pressed against his, in a soft return of affection. He imagined running his fingers all along her fair elven skin, watching as her hair stood up, a sweet tingling sensation no doubt coursing through her. He imagined her on top of him, committing lustful deeds, using her body to pleasure his, and just how delicious it might feel to move inside of her.

He also imagined just holding her. Laughing with her. Walking with her. Clasping her hand. Being by her side. Watching how the light catches her eyes, how her smile makes him forget himself for a moment, forget who he truly is: the being responsible for the death of her brother. The catalyst for her quest. The reason their paths crossed in the first place. 

And now here Galadriel was before him, speaking of sharing this feeling that he had held prisoner in his heart for so long. Halbrand let his right hand fall to his side, making contact with the seat nature had provided them. He looked away from Galadriel then, off into the distance, staring into the fresh memories of fighting with her side by side.

Then, a spark.

Halbrand felt the lightest of touches against his hand. Galadriel had placed hers next to his upon the rock. He looked down to witness the sensation that was occurring. Her little finger was tentatively wrapping itself around his own. Halbrand responded to the delicate touch by gently moving his fingers so they interlocked with hers. She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back, then their eyes connected once more.

Galadriel’s expression was filled with something Halbrand could not name. He felt that even with all his knowledge of smithing and craftsmanship, he would not be able to capture the way she looked at him now. For no one had ever looked at him like this. To say she was simply beautiful was an injustice, for she was so much more. The elf raised her free hand to cup his face. Halbrand leaned into her tender touch, as a tear quietly fell from him, landing on her skin.

“Galadriel, I-”

“You need not speak.” Her exquisite voice was almost a whisper.

“There are things you need to know.”

“And there will be time to know them.”

“Please...” Halbrand begged her to let him talk, for he could feel what was about to happen. With each brief word, their bodies had subconsciously moved closer to each other, the pull magnetic. Galadriel was now so close to him, he could count the lashes of her eyes. At last, the space between them was but a memory, and their lips met in a kiss.

It began almost hesitantly, as if neither of them wanted to force the other into any touches that might be unwanted. This soon changed however, as Halbrand raised his hand to hold her face, desperate to have her skin under his fingertips at long last. Their lips paused their movements then, separating only for a moment, and he could feel her warm breath against him, the rhythm of her lungs quickening. He kissed her again, but this time, he took it further, passionately caressing her with his mouth. Galadriel let her lips open wider, giving Halbrand’s tongue the entrance he desired. Their physical symbol of love hastily became more and more heated, as they began to get lost in each other completely.

His mind was on fire. If the sensations she was causing him had not been so intense, he would have thought himself dreaming. This was really happening, but it still seemed so unreal. Halbrand’s imaginations were coming true, his torture ending. And it was even better than he could have conjured. The way Galadriel felt against him, her desire, her love for him so clear with every touch, every movement she made. Her hunger matched his own. It was like nothing he had experienced. She had her hand tangled in his hair then, and was kissing him with such desperation, almost relief, as if she had been waiting for this moment with the same longing, just as he had.

However, Halbrand’s mind was filling with intrusive thoughts that had begun to creep in unbidden, but unavoidable. About Galadriel’s brother, about the evils he himself had committed against her people, about his true identity, and when he could not shake free of them, he freed himself of her instead, swiftly rising to his feet.

“Halbrand-”

“I’m sorry. As much as I want this... I want you to be with someone you deserve, someone worthy of your light... and I fall short of that.” Sadness laced his voice, and he turned away from Galadriel. He could hear her calling out for him, but Halbrand let his feet carry him towards the village, where he hoped to earn her light, his goodness, in the eyes of the Southlanders, as their king.

But despite this, he feared nothing would save him from his past. Galadriel would never truly love him, not once she learned the truth. And if she didn’t accept him then how could he live.

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I’m sorry it’s not the cell fic, but I just had to get this out forgive me

[bad-surprise]

you know i’m no good

haladriel x belle de jour | rape/non-con | E | 7.8k | 1/1

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Marriage isn't for everyone.

or: Bored with her life as a housewife, Galadriel accepts an offer from a mysterious stranger to spend her afternoons turning tricks.

Inspired by Belle de Jour (1967)

cw: rape/non-con, sex work, infidelity, sexual coercion, face slapping, choking, hair-pulling, light masochism, light ddlg, humiliation, spitting, smoking, drinking, blood.

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