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ofheroesandvillains · 1 year

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New Purpose

Halbrand x elf!reader

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Request: by anon – “I have a Halbrand x reader request/idea. Where the reader is an elf and she and Sauron fell in love in the really early days of middle earth. Because of this Morgoth killed her because she made Sauron soft. She then goes through the whole elf reincarnation thing and reincarnated to be alive during the rings of power. She’s now Galadriel’s friend and jumps off the ship to Valinor with her, meaning she ends up on the raft and numenor with Halbrand and Galadriel. She doesn’t remember her previous life but falls for Halbrand still. The rest is up to you 👀”

Thanks for the request, anon! ❤️

Warnings: Mentions of death. Injury and blood (nothing major). Lots of pining. Maybe a little ooc, but he’s in love, and she makes him soft.

I have almost finished the second (and final) part of this. This one was getting too long, and it felt right to split them. Been a while since I’ve done this much writing, so hopefully it’s not completely awful. Also, not my gif – credit to the creator!

You do not anticipate returning to Aman so soon. Námo had been clear when you awoke in his Halls – you have a greater role to play in the shaping of Middle Earth. For whatever reason, the fate of the one they call Sauron is inextricably tied to your own, and it is that fact that brings you and Galadriel together in the beginning and keeps you together long afterwards.

Galadriel herself is a guiding light in this unfamiliar world. Beleriand, you learn, now rests beneath the sea, and your home along with it. Your memories of the place have yet to return – after all this time, you doubt they ever will – but the thought brings with it a sense of longing for all you have lost. Even if you don’t remember what that is, you know it is much.

Having perished early in the First Age, you also know little of Middle Earth and its peoples, but the elves of Lindon are still quick to welcome you as a herald of the Valar. Though the lands are foreign, there are people there who knew you once, and it isn’t long before you find your footing in this curious new world.

The High King Gil-galad doesn’t object when you choose to accompany Galadriel to the Undying Lands – in his eyes, the evil has passed and your work on Middle Earth is done. While you know this to be false, it is an easy decision to make. It feels right, and your instincts very rarely lead you astray. For reasons you can’t explain, you know you must follow Galadriel on this final voyage.

She is quiet when the ship leaves the dock, offering only a curt nod to the elves of Lindon when they bid her farewell, but behind her eyes is a maelstrom. It worsens the further you sail into the open sea, until there is finally a palpable shift in the air, an otherworldly radiance that can only mean you have reached the threshold.

The clouds part, and down shines the inimitable light of Aman, its golden rays warm and welcoming. To your left stands Galadriel, her crystalline eyes wide with wonder as she stares at the spectacle. And yet, despite her awe, despite her longing, there is also a great sorrow etched into her brow. It reflects a truth she has known since you departed from Lindon – she will not return to Aman until her own work is done. Seeing its light has not swayed her mind, only strengthened her resolve to return when she finally deems herself worthy.

She turns slowly, catches your knowing gaze, and with one look communicates all her words cannot.

You send her a reassuring smile. “To whatever end, my friend.”

The ship nears its destination, the light shines brighter than ever, she takes your hand into her own, and you leap into the water – into the unknown – together.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The Sundering Seas are unforgiving. Your limbs slowly lose their grace from cold and fatigue, and you know as well as Galadriel does, that your chances of survival are dwindling. These seas are too vast, and your only hope of making landfall once more is if you are carried there by ship. Through nightfall and daybreak you have yet to see one on the horizon.

You don’t speak, opting to conserve energy, but Galadriel’s guilt and doubt are palpable and rising with the tide. They have plagued her mind for months now, and Elrond’s words surely echo in her ears when she casts searching glances at you from over her shoulder.

Will you lead more elves to die in far-off lands?

The thought isn’t as daunting to you as it is to her. You have, after all, died before, but you would not have such a thing rest on her conscious if you could help it.

The skies darken once more, but not with night. A fog descends on the water and grey clouds converge to hide the sun. Despite the unease that suddenly broils in your stomach, you swim towards the coming storm and pray Ulmo shows your mercy.

When salvation finally arrives, Galadriel is the first to see it, and you stop to float beside her as it draws near.

It’s a foreboding sight – a heap of broken beams that protrude like the prongs of a dark crown. But as it approaches, the sky seems to lighten, and you share another look. Anything is better than nothing, it says.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

A strong hand grasps your forearm and hauls you up onto the raft. You rest there a moment, on your hands and knees, limbs shaking from exertion and breath ragged. When you look up at your saviour you can’t help but smile in a mix of relief and exhaustion.

“Thank you,” you say, voice thick with gratitude.

You must look a sight, because he stares, eyes wide and lips parted, for what seems like an eternity. Then his hands are on you again, wrapping gently around your elbows and helping you to your feet.

Distantly, you can hear Galadriel conversing with the others – you hope she remembers her tact – but you find yourself transfixed by this strange man who has yet to say a word, who has yet to even blink, whose breath is growing increasingly shorter the longer he stares at you. You wonder if perhaps the sun has made him ill, if dehydration has addled his mind, because he looks at you as if you are some illusion.

You flush under his unrelenting gaze.

“I–I’m alright to stand now,” you say gently to avoid startling him – or worse, offending him. You know little of these people, and there is no reason to believe they are your allies in this.

His brow twitches downward, but his fingers slowly, reluctantly, slip away. At last, he blinks, and it’s as if a veil has been lifted from his mind. Despite his damp hair, tattered clothing, scraped cheek, and possible insanity, he looks quite handsome when he smiles at you.

“Name’s Halbrand,” he says, and his eyes seem to soften when you give him your own.

You think to ask Halbrand just how he came to be stranded on this raft, adrift in the Sundering Seas, but you find out soon enough.

You are old; old enough to sense danger before it appears. It prickles at your senses. Was this the calm before the storm? The raft rocks beneath your feet as large ripples crash into it, and something moves through the fog, something you have never before seen.

When the sea serpent comes, you find yourself thrown into the waters once more.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

When the sea serpent comes, it brings with it a storm.

There one moment, gone the next.

With his heart in his throat, he can only watch as you lose your footing. It is almost unheard of for an elf, but your limbs still tremble with exhaustion, and the raft rocks treacherously beneath your feet. You slip on its slick surface, your head strikes the boards with a resounding crack, and though he scrambles to catch you, you tumble into the frothing waves before he can.

A blur of white dives in after you.

His mind reels, it has been ever since you looked up at him with those unmistakably kind eyes – eyes he would recognise anywhere. For a moment he thought he’d strayed into another of his vivid dreams, and even now he is not entirely convinced he hasn’t.

But there is little time to waste on speculation. If it is real, if you are here, then there is a very high chance he might lose you again in the space of mere minutes. And that is not an option.

He has a choice to make when neither you nor your friend resurface after an agonisingly long moment. Does he abandon the raft and retrieve you himself, or does he trust that the elleth won’t get the both of you killed?

He doesn’t like relinquishing control, least of all when the fate of something so significant hangs in the balance, but what hope does he have of returning you to shore if he loses the raft to the storm?

Thankfully, It is a decision he does not have to make. A golden head breaks through the waves with a loud gasp, and the tension rushes out of him in a shuddering exhale when he sees she is not alone.

When he pulls you from the water a second time, your body is limp and there is a bleeding cut on your brow that will need tending.

“She isn’t breathing,” your friend pants, collapsing onto the raft beside you.

It’s not the way he imagines feeling your lips against his after so long apart, but she is right, and propriety is the least of his concerns as he puts his mouth to yours and breathes air into your lungs.

Your body quickly jerks beneath him, and he turns you onto your side as you hack up a mouthful of water.

“Easy,” he soothes, pressing a reassuring hand between your shoulder blades. You look so small and frail like this – two things he knows you are not – and his protective instinct surges.

He pulls gently at your shoulder to help guide you onto your back once more, and you catch his hand before it withdraws. Your skin is icy cold to the touch, and your bleary eyes blink up at him sluggishly.

“Halbrand…” you manage to mumble before your eyes flutter shut and your fingers slip away.

He smothers an irritated huff as he glances at your friend. Were you alone, he’d rid you of your soaked smock and let his heat warm you, but even now, as her eyes droop and glaze over in exhaustion, your friend watches him warily. He’s almost grateful for her protective nature – it is a relief to know you have found an ally willing to risk her life for you. But it also grates. He is not a threat, not to you, and he is far more capable of protecting you than she is. She will learn as much, in time.

Sleep slowly but inevitably overpowers her, and the moment it does, he lies down beside you and draws you into his arms.

It has been a long time since he’s held you this way – too long – and it reminds him of all he has taken for granted. It reminds of the times you would kiss the hollow of his neck and trace soft circles into the skin of his sternum; the way you would press your ear to his chest and let his heartbeat lull you to sleep. Sometimes the warmth of you, the comfort of your presence, would coax him into the dreamworld as well, and other times it would keep him awake long into the night, so he could marvel at his own good fortune.

He holds your trembling body tight to his chest, careless of the sea water that drips from your clothes and seeps into his own. He is fire, in the end, and nothing has made him burn quite so brightly as you have. So, he guides your face into the warm crook of his neck and wills warmth into your bones as day fades to dusk and dusk to dawn.

That is how the Númenóreans find him. And while they lift your friend from the raft and carry her below deck, they know not to touch you. It may be the look in his eye or the greedy way he clings to you still, but they make no attempt to part you from him and for that he is grateful.

In truth, he fears what he might do if they so much as try.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

He’s barely had a day to come to terms with your appearance, or rather your reappearance, but he has plenty of time to think as he waits for you to wake.

Upon boarding the ship, the Númenóreans led him below deck and offered a spare hammock for your rest.

You lie there now, slightly swaying with each rock of the ship, and he just can’t take his eyes off you. Memories are never enough. They are ephemeral, and in the time it takes him to remember the curve of your jaw, he has forgotten the slant of your nose. You are never quite whole in his mind, not like you are now, and he is never quite whole without you.

Millennia have passed, and yet here you are. Why? And why now? Part of him doesn’t care for the answer, but the other part knows he must ask the question. The Valar never do anything without reason, and this is no small thing – not to him.

There is only one conclusion he draws that truly makes sense.

You are a sign; a peace offering. Stranded at sea with his ship besieged by a sea serpent, his path to repentance may have been hindered, but he had tried to do the right thing by returning to Aman, and perhaps that had been the sign they needed to show him mercy.

Your return is beyond mercy. It is a dream, a fantasy, a reward he doesn’t deserve but cherishes nonetheless.

But, he thinks.

There had been no hint of recognition in your eyes. No sign of the adoration you once gazed at him with. And though it hurts, he reminds himself that this human guise is not the fair form he donned in the First Age. It is not the form you had fallen in love with, and that brings new doubts to his mind.

Perhaps your return isn’t a reward at all, but a punishment. Perhaps you will never love him as you once did, and he will be destined to admire you only from afar, to pine and yearn and ache for you, and never be able to have you. Could he survive such a thing twice?

Even now, as he watches you sleep, face soft in rest, his fingers itch to hold you again, to stroke your hair, to trace your cheek. The last time he’d seen you, your body had been bathed in the fiery glow of a red dawn, broken and bloodied and empty of its soul. His Master’s mark carved into your flesh.

He forces the image from his mind with a clenched jaw. While he tells himself that the past no longer matters – that Melkor is all but dead, and you are very much alive – he has harboured this rage and agony and despair within him for millennia, and he will never truly be free of them.

He is pulled mercifully from his thoughts by the sound of approaching footsteps. They come to a slow stop beside him, and he tears his eyes away from you for a moment to glance up at the Captain – Elendil, he recalls. There is clear nostalgia in Elendil’s eyes as he looks at you, a mingling of tenderness and grief that makes it clear this is a man who has loved and lost – and that is a pain Halbrand knows intimately.

“For your lady,” the Captain says softly, holding out a pouch and waterskin. This too feels like a peace offering, one Halbrand accepts with a grateful nod and murmured thanks.

The cut on your brow is still tender and open, but it no longer bleeds. You will heal well, as all elves do, but he flips the pouch open anyway. He wets a clean cloth and dabs gently at the crusted blood on your brow as Elendil’s footsteps slowly retreat.

You don’t react to his ministrations, and he’s almost grateful to have a reason to touch you again – there’s no telling if he will ever be welcome to do so again.

No, he thinks stubbornly, that will not be his fate. He has not spent an eternity praying for this chance only to squander it. The familiar spark of ambition was lit the moment he laid eyes on you, and it is exhilarating. An old challenge; a new purpose. For the first time in a long time, he is not content to simply roam without direction. He can see his destination. What he doesn’t know, is how to reach it.

And so, he spends the next several hours imagining how he will woo his wife once more.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

It doesn’t go entirely to plan.

He is forced from your side when your friend wakes. Galadriel, as he learns her name is.

She watches him with thinly veiled suspicion and asks more questions than he knows to answer about the ship, the crew, its Captain, and their destination. What’s more, there is no subtlety in the way her eyes dart between your still form and his, perched on the stool beside you. He is too close for her liking and too far for his own. A stalemate, one he has a feeling will become all too common from this moment onward. This time, he will concede.

He hides his irritation with an innocuous smile.

“I need to stretch my legs, and the Captain doesn’t want her left alone overlong,” he lies. “Would you mind?”

His words have the desired effect. The tension leaves her shoulders, and she gives him a nod.

He wants to be there when you wake, wants to be the first thing you see, but the need to worm his way into Galadriel’s good graces outweighs his desire – it must if he hopes to worm his way into your good graces as well.

So, he stands and retreats into the cool night air.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

You dream of a man – the same man as always, but this time the image of him is clearer in your mind. Not by much, but enough for you to realise he is tall, his arms are strong, and his hair resembles silken strands of white gold. His face, however, remains a mystery.

You try to discern his features; the smile you hear in his voice, and the eyes you feel lingering on your form. But they are just beyond your grasp and obscured by a light that rivals that of Aman. He must be so beautiful.

If not in face, then in soul, because you have never felt this way before. It is only in these dreams that you know love, and joy, and peace, and comfort. The waking world is for everything else, and much of the time you rue returning to it.

How you wish you could remember him. How you wish you could learn of his fate and perhaps find him once more.

Would he remember you? Would it please him to see you again? Or had too much time passed?

Gentle fingers grasp your chin. A gold band glitters on the index finger of his right hand. It is beautifully crafted, by what must have been the greatest of smiths. You know what it signifies, and so, you aren’t entirely surprised to find a matching band on your own finger – somehow, it even eclipses his in splendour.

“You are troubled, my love.”

You can’t help but huff a soft laugh, it’s watery and distressed, and enough to prompt him into action. He pulls you into his embrace, one hand cupping the back of your head, and the other tracing soothing lines along your spine.

“I fear I’ve lost you,” you mumble into his chest and feel it vibrate beneath your ear as he hums.

“Then I will just have to find you again, won’t I?” He says it so simply, so absolutely, as if there is no doubt in his mind he will do so.

“Would you?”

“Would I?” Now it is his turn to laugh. Your eyes slip shut at the press of soft lips to your crown, and you wish to hold onto this moment forever. “Always.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

He’s reluctant to admit it, but the fresh air does him good. Thoughts of you still swirl in his mind – they have done from the moment he met you, so that’s hardly new – but he’s regained some of his composure. It wouldn’t do to be so obvious around the Captain, around Galadriel, as he has already been, so he pulls himself together in this brief moment of respite.

For now, he must pretend – pretend he doesn’t know you, pretend he doesn’t love you, pretend he is okay with pretending.

It’s something he’s come to be quite good at over the years.

He heaves a deep breath and braces his hands against the gunwale as he stares out across the seemingly endless horizon. The waves have calmed, lapping gently at the ship’s hull, and they reflect the pale light of the stars and moon.

He’s paid the night sky more attention in recent millennia than he ever has before. The stars seem to shine brighter than usual this night, and he suspects he knows why. He swallows thickly – his pride is a heavy thing – and his lips curve in a small and humble smile. Gratitude costs you nothing.

“Thank you,” he murmurs into the night.

The stars twinkle, and he clears his throat uncomfortably. The sudden sound of muffled voices comes as a relief.

“—costs you nothing. If you won’t thank him, I will.”

He peers over his shoulder in time to see you emerge from below deck. There is a disapproving frown on your weary face he is all too familiar with – and glad to not be on the receiving end of for once.

Galadriel walks at your side, her lips set in a thin and equally disapproving line. You communicate without words when you realise you’re not alone – a pointed look, a raised brow, an exasperated huff.

He tries to ignore the swell of envy he feels at your familiarity with each other but takes solace in the fact that he still knows you better than she does. You have not changed, as he has, in your time apart. Unfortunately, that only makes him crave you even more – makes him yearn for that same familiarity, that sense of belonging and completeness he’s gone so long without.

He feels more like himself when he’s with you.

But one thing he has always been – then and now – is patient.

Your face brightens when you meet his eye, and he greets you with a charming smile as you approach him. “Awake at long last.”

“Yes,” you laugh lightly. “Galadriel tells me I owe you great thanks for overseeing my recovery.”

“Does she?” He can’t help but glance over at Galadriel dubiously before meeting your eye. She hovers in the background, fists clenched and jaw tight, and he almost smirks at the sight. If she is this unsettled by mere gratitude, she’ll surely be furious when you come to him with love instead.

“Well,” you smile, and it's wide and knowing and achingly familiar. “Not in so many words. But I am grateful nonetheless. Thank you.”

You give his forearm a gentle squeeze. It’s nothing to look into, a subconscious move to emphasise your appreciation, but his fingers still tighten around the gunwale at your touch.

Patience, he reminds himself.

“Happy to be of service,” he quips light-heartedly, and you share a smile.

No, he thinks, admiring the light in your eyes and the warmth in your smile. Whether you were reborn for his benefit or merely your own, it did not matter.

This could never be a punishment.

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Almost done with the other requests too, so I’ll probably be posting them within the week! Anyway, I hope this was okay – let me know what you think!

#halbrand x reader #halbrand #Rings of Power #rings of power fanfiction #sauron x reader

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rebelrebelwrites · 1 year

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Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs

As always, this week's recs are...

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal preferences.

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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: Of Desire and Despair by WildHarlow

What you need to know going in:

Mmm, another classic post-S1 fic where Sauron visits Galadriel in her dreams in an attempt to tempt her to reconsider his offer... with unflinching desperation, desire, and a semblance of honesty that scorches. Scintillating and spine-tingling in its gut-clenching conclusion, this is a quick, sinful read that you’ll want to return to over and over again.

Complete, Explicit

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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: Though the Gods and the Years Relent, Shall Be by @demonscantgothere

What you need to know going in:

Hnnnnggg, this fic. 😍 Another beautiful contribution to this fandom from @demonscantgothere, this sweet, steamy fic also offers a really unique premise: after the end of all things, Eru remakes the world, and in that world in Valinor, a young Galadriel meets a Maia named Mairon. In this world, Mairon does not become corrupted, and he and Galadriel have the chance to fall for each other without the obstacles they would’ve had otherwise. Don’t get me wrong, I love the tragedy of this ship, but the hope and the pure softness of this story is breathtaking and such a balm for the soul. ❤️

Complete, Explicit

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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: Queen Takes King by @coraleethroughthelookingglass

What you need to know going in:

10 years after she says yes to Sauron’s proposal, Galadriel reflects on the decision—and the dominance she wields over her Dark Lord—in the world where shadows lie where they both reign as equals. I love me a Dark Galadriel fic, and this one doesn’t disappoint! This two-shot delivers delicious smut and a delightfully devoted Dark Lord and his Queen. 🔥

Complete, Explicit

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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): The Trials of Mairon by @jackpotgirl

What you need to know going in:

This is another fic I got into in the earlier days of the fandom, and I need to catch up on the latest update, but what a binge-read! If you’re somehow unfamiliar, this story sees Galadriel after the events of LOTR in Valinor, and at the bid of the Valar, she must put Sauron through three trials to prove that he’s worthy of redemption. After two failed attempts, they’re both thrust back to the events of S1 of RoP…. But this time, Galadriel knows who Halbrand is. The two push and pull at one another on a tremulous path of redemption, but the trials aren’t limited to Mairon. 👀 Binge-worthy, indeed!

WIP, Explicit

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The Can't Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: but i thought you might by @bad-surprise

What you need to know going in:

This. Fic! (Listen I realize I start all of these with an exclamation but I don’t know what to tell you, my feelings are my feelings and you guys are the ones doing this to me so… 😂) I binged the heck out of this story this week and got caught up this morning, and I knew immediately I’d be adding it to this week’s list. In this modern AU, Galadriel and Halbrand have a tumultuous, on-and-off-again romance throughout high school/college and as adults, marked by crippling anxiety, religious trauma, and a struggle to communicate… but a fierce (and often unspoken), love for each other that leads to them continuing to fight for happiness. It’s beautiful, dark, and achingly good.

WIP, Explicit

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Me at all these fics:

Don’t see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don’t fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend… ❤️

Until next week!

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shierak-inavva · 1 month

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oh god. oh boy.

AS YOU MAY ALL REMEMBER, i have the Big Complicated ASOIAF/dragon family AU that i keep populating with different ships and whew boy, here we are once again.

sooooo.......this isn't actually targaryen-centric directly--this is actually set in the valyrian freehold just before the doom of valyria because my dumb little monkey brain was like 'what if sauron in this au had a hand in that?' i mean, volcanoes and general apocalyptic chaos....anyways

so their part of The Big Dragon AU is BEFORE all the others--and their story is a fun little doomed romance between the daughter of one of the 40 dragonlord houses and a sorcerer who craves power that ends in tragedy and a blood curse on the targaryens (👀) through their union. and the doom of valyria, y'know, in the background.

#my ocs #elowen anairiel #asoiaf au #elowen x sauron #im uh. gonna leave it at those tags this is all nonsense so just. enjoy.#do they get funky fresh asoiaf names? still deciding LOL

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nenyabusiness · 11 months

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Oh I must know more about ‘What Halbrand has been up to for a century’ 👀 ❤️

@helenvader asked the same thing, so, well, it's actually a continuation of Dream Within a Dream. That fic was supposed to be a simple dream sex fic from Galadriel's point of view. It ended up... less simple than intended. I followed canon as closely as I could, which meant that Celebrimbor had finished the other rings in secret, Halbrand/Sauron had just created the One Ring, and Gil-galad, Círdan, and Galadriel had immediately removed theirs because they sensed his darkness. That's when Halbrand/Sauron finally managed to break through and enter her dream.

So, I started thinking, hey, what if I do a second one but from Halbrand/Sauron's point of view? And then I was suddenly stuck with how to merge ROP canon and Tolkien canon to come up with whatever the hell he might have been up to during those years. I would also have to establish an even firmer framework for how he controls dreams, using even more theories from Inception. It's... a work in progress.

He still calls himself Halbrand in this universe. He and Gal talk a bit about names in general in DWAD. Artanis chose to become Galadriel. Mairon chose to become Halbrand. Here, have a glimpse of this mess:

Hello, welcome to the extremely coherent mind of NenyaB.

"Something something the one ring something, elaborate why/how/what the plan is" Thank you, past self.

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thranduilswifesblog · 1 year

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Alternative ending where Halbrand not only torments Galadriel's mind, but also takes our beloved baby, Elrond. As his hostage

This fict took me like one week, and shout out for @lazyoswald for help me and answered my question! Your headcanons really helps me! 💙💙 @starlady66 still waiting for you 👀💙💙💙

Elrond pulled Galadriel out of the water "Galadriel, it's me Elrond!"

"Prove it. When did we first meet?!" Galadriel demanded

"Sea side, when I'm first orphan. You gave me water" Elrond tried to pull the dagger in Galadriel's hand

"Elrond...." Galadriel called weakly. Galadriel rested her forehead on Elrond's

"Celebrimbor, where is he?" Galadriel asked

"In the workshop, with the high king. He's almost done, your friend Halbrand is also there" Elrond answered

"NO!" Galadriel ran fast

"Galadriel! Wait!" Elrond chased after her

Galadriel stopped Elrond "whatever happens don't go in there. Call the troops in here, ask Eryn Gallen for help" Galadriel ordered

"Galadriel, what exactly is going on?" Elrond asked worriedly

"Just do it!" Galadriel pulled Elrond's sword from his waist "I borrow this"

Elrond was startled "Gala-"

"Go, hurry!" She whispered, but in a commanding tone

Galadriel burst in. "EVIL!" She brandished her sword at Halbrand

Gil Galad, and Celebrimbor were shocked

"Get away from him!" Galadriel shouted "he is Sauron!" Galadriel jumped up and slashed at Halbrand with her sword.

Halbrand parried the sword with his bare hands, as if the sword was nothing "that fast, Luthien's grandson must be the one who freed you" He smiled, then threw Galadriel away

Gil Galad quickly took Aeglos and tried to stab Halbrand with the blade, but again Halbrand fended him off, and their eyes met "trust me, Ereinion. I will be the reason for your death"

Gil Galad glared, he then kicked Halbrand in the stomach, and made him step back towards the door.

He stared at Celebrimbor,

Celebrimbor secured the gemstones in his hands

"Celebrimbor, give it to me or I swear I will end your life in the most miserable way"

Elrond broke down the door

"Fool, Elrond! Go!" Galadriel shouted

Sauron looked at him with a sharp gaze. In a split second Sauron was already in front of him, and gripped his neck tightly.

Galadriel and Gil Galad stepped forward

"Ah no no. Take a step forward and the sound you will hear next is me breaking his neck" Sauron tightened his grip on Elrond

"you harm a hair on his head and I’ll kill you and cut you into tiny little pieces and feed you to the pigs myself" Gil Galad threaten

"You are not in a place to threaten, Ereinion" Halbrand then looked at Elrond "peredhel, son of Eärendil, son of Maglor, one of the founders of Numenor..." He smiled "you can be very useful to me"

Halbrand then looked at Galadriel, Gil Galad, and Celebrimbor at the same time. His eyes turned orange and blood red. And the last thing the three of them remembered was Elrond yelling "NO!" Before the darkness takes over

Halbrand arrived in southland, or as it is now called Mordor. He smiled contentedly, behind him was a carriage he stole from Eregion, and was somehow able to climb up the barren hill.

Inside the carriage, Elrond lay weak, hands tied behind his back, and mouth tied with a cloth. Elrond opened his eyes for a moment, but quickly darkness took over him again

Meanwhile, in Eregion. Gil Galad hit the table with great force, his face turned red and his eyes widened as he stared at everyone in the room

"GALADRIEL! HOW COULD YOU BRING SAURON HERE, AND NOW HE TOOK ELROND WITH HIM!" Gil Galad shouted

"He tricked me, high king. I met him, he saved me. And-"

"And what!" Gil Galad cuts in "you missed the ship to sail to Valinor and this is what you do?!"

"You forced me to go sailing!" Galadriel raised her voice "you are the one who wants to throw me away, when you know that evil is still out there!" Galadriel snapped

"The evil is still out there, and you brought him in!" Gil Galad hit the table again. Gasping for breath, he then sat limply in the chair behind him "Galadriel, Elrond is like a son to me, believe it or not. I have always considered him that way. "Gil Galad looked at Galadriel sharply "maybe I can't beat Sauron, but I swear I will kill you with my hands, if Sauron touches him" Gil Galad then leaned his head on the chair in frustration

This is too serious High King. We can't face this alone This time Celebrimbor spoke

"Then what do you suggest, Celebrimbor?" Gil Galad asked, his mind still wandering wildly

"Asking for help" Celebrimbor replied

"From who?" Gil Galad asked

Celebrimbor and Galadriel looked at each other

"Eryn Gallen" Galadriel said

"Oropher's Kingdom?" Gil Galad asked

They both nod

"You know how much Oropher hates us, Noldorian" Gil Galad warned

"But I'm sure they will help us. And I told Elrond to send someone to ask him for help" Galadriel answered

"Elrond?" Gil Galad was confused

"I told him to seek help and not to go inside. But he was too stubborn and wanted to help me" Galadriel explained "I will check if someone has reached Eryn Gallen, if not, I will go and meet Oropher myself"

Somewhere in Mordor, Elrond was in a dark room. He sat leaning against a pillar, his hands tied above his head with very strong handcuffs. Elrond tried to shake the cuffs around, but they were too tight.

"It's useless" Sauron entered the room in Halbrand's form "only I can open the cuffs" He walked slowly towards Elrond, and crouched level with him and gave Elrond a sharp look "I didn't know, what a fool Galadriel was to bring me to Eregion, I can't only know what you all are up to, but also got to meet you. You have Luthien's eyes"

Elrond looked away

"Look at me, Peredhel" Halbrand grabbed Elrond's chin and their eyes met, he smiled "people call you as kind as summer. Now I know why"

"What do you want? You will get nothing from me, I'm just an orphan, raised into a Herald by the High King. Not someone special, killing me now makes no difference" Elrond said

Halbrand smiled contentedly "You might think so, but I don't. Gil Galad may seem tough on you, but he cares for you, and he loves you like a father does to his son, and on the other hand, Galadriel, one of the strongest, and oldest elves, loves you. like a mother,and Númenor. You and your twin are the founders of Númenor. They certainly wouldn't stand idly by when they found out their ancestry was in my hands, right? Lord Elendil would have done anything to save you, then you also befriended the dwarven prince, and they deliberately awaken something that belongs to me. And Durin will gladly give his most valuable treasure if it concerns his best friend "

Elrond was surprised "how do you know all this, and what are the dwarves doing? What did they accidentally wake up?" Elrond asked in surprise

"A very ancient creature, who will answer all my orders"

"How-"

"You're probably wondering how I got to do all of this. But what if I told you that you guys won't fade away, the fallen leaves were my doing, Galadriel was meant to find my old base, and Gil Galad told you to go find Mithril? ?" Halbrand sat down on the floor "what if I told you I've been around you guys for a long time, I was the one who told your High King about Mithril, and made the dwarves dig deeper into their mines."

"Who are you?" Elrond asked in surprise

Halbrand smirked "I have many names, but your High King, call me Annatar"

Elrond pulled at the chain roughly "I swear, I will throw you into your own crater!" Elrond threatened

"That oath won't be kept, Peredhel" Halbrand grabbed Elrond's chin again "and then how am I supposed to use you now" He said

should i continue this?

I'm not good at romance, but I'm good at comfort, sad, angst, and fantasy stories. So if you like it I might be will continue this fanfict

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runawaymun · 1 year

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👀

send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)

doing this ten days late SORRY

From that Big Dumb Arranged Marriage AU for Celrond I've been poking at from time to time...

“Do you wish to wed?”

Elrond looked over from his book to Gil-Galad, sitting on the other side of the gigantic royal bed. brushing out his silver hair— and frowned at him.

“I’m sorry?”

“Not to me,” Gil-Galad rushed to clarify with a bright laugh. “Valar forbid. I mean in…general.”

Elrond carefully closed the book and set it aside, and thought. Gil-Galad set the brush aside and reclined against the pillows, letting Elrond lean his head on his shoulder.

Marriage, Elrond thought, was a slippery thing. It required a home. A nest. The closest thing he had was Imladris, but it was only a garrison now— just bare bones. A spouse required time and attention and loyalty— the kind he single-mindedly gave to his king. A spouse might require him to stay in one place (and he certainly must, if he wished to have children— and he wanted nothing more). Elrond had never learned how to do that. Maedhros and Maglor had raised him and Elros while moving from fortress to fortress. Now, he and Gil-Galad ran from ruin to ruin, and now this— the Alliance, the war they must soon leave to fight. They were going to war against Sauron as they had gone to war against Morgoth. Only this time there was no aid from across-the-sea coming.

“I wish to wed,” he said softly. He did. But it was a dream, and nothing more.

Gil-Galad nudged him with his shoulder. “Splendid. How would you feel about a betrothal?”

Elrond snapped his head up to look at him. “Don’t be ridiculous, Ereinion. Now? To whom?“

“Well,” Gil-Galad began with a sly smile. “There’s been talk.”

—That was never a good thing—

“There’s been talk,” Gil-Galad went on, ignoring the face Elrond pulled, “Of a Sindarin-Noldorin betrothal. For the Alliance. Of course it must be between two well-bred, highly visible, attractive individuals. I was the first suggestion, naturally, but you know I have no desire to wed or have children.”

Elrond did not like where this was going.

“So you suggested me.”

“Well, Lady Galadriel did, in truth,” Gil-Galad admitted. “But the match would be fair. And it’s not as if you’ll be courting. It’s for appearances’ sake. Thranduil is already promised to a Silvan and we could think of no one to match him with anyway. Amroth is single-minded about néri. But you have as good a pedigree as it gets, you are lord of your own realm, have no particular preferences, and you are unattached.”

Elrond did not ask how a courtship for appearances’ sake must end. He sighed. A betrothal— a courtship— would elevate the morale of the realms.Valar-knew they all could use some pleasant news. And it would give the Sindar and the Noldor one more reason to work together, which they needed help to outweigh all the reasons they had to bicker and fight. Galadriel and Celeborn had given them that, of course, but even their union was only a small weight on the already overbalanced scale.

“Very well,” Elrond sighed. “Who is to be the match?”

Gil-Galad grinned. “That’s the best part. I could not wait for you to ask.”

“Who?”

“Lady Galadriel’s daughter. Lady Celebrían.”

Elrond blushed.

#again sorry for being so late on getting to this!#someday i will actually start posting this fic...#i love it to bits #celrond

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toxictrashdump · 1 year

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INFATUATION

Who are you?

(14hr piece further info below read more)

Ill upload the video process in a separate post as the file size for the piece was too large as it is.

I was hoping to get this piece out either new years eve or day but its here now.

I've wanted to draw something with these two for a while but knew if I did I wanted to put my skills to the test as these characters are special to me in that I adore dark fantasy knights and of course the ring wraiths and Sauron being one of the most prominent figures of these types of characters I was transfixed by them since a young age.

why the hell draw these two though having a tender moment? well I like making things gay its what I do. and bad guys are just sexy

I'm not great at analysis but all I know is that The Mouth of Sauron was a die hard sucker for Sauron and Sauron saw him loyal enough to regard him so highly amongst his ranks, damn dude been by his side so long he forgot his own name he was just the 'Mouth of Sauron' now.

Making the piece

I wanted to draw something in regards to how I saw there dynamic and thought Sophie's song just fit really well with what I had pictured in my head that I wanted to draw out and helped me solidify it.

As for artstyle I knew I wanted it to be mainly a blackwork/linework piece cause their knights and wanted to go for that oldschool kind of style.

I love the work of Micah Ulric, Ze Burnay and Gustave Dore so looked to them for inspiration to improve my linework.

GOD BLESS SIDESHOW there figures are what I used for reference of these two characters as they are the most detailed photos of the characters I could find, like INSANE detail as well as some 3d models on sketch fab to get the basic of them drawn out.

Sauron

Mouth of Sauron

If I was a rich man id have sideshow figures of all my horrid blorbos.

I defiantly want to draw knights again in the future being all romantic and shit since their seen as the guardian/protector, but they're also mysterious 👀

Anyway this is for like the 5 people in the world who like these two characters in this way THIS ONES FOR YOU cause theirs not enough art of them.

#sauron #lord sauron #mouth of sauron #lotr #lord of the rings #knights #dark fantasy #artists on tumblr #fanart #illustrators on tumblr #sauron x mouth of sauron #blackwork #skudart

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sauron-kraut · 8 months

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For the headcanon ask game 👀

Mairon: 🎭 👻 🏳️‍⚧️ 🏳️‍🌈 😇

Finrod: 🪢 💔 😬

My friend, is the choice of characters a homage to the 2016 ask game? :D

Mairon

What he lies about: I mean, lying and deceiving is basically canonically his job.

He lies if it serves him and his purposes, maybe even to himself from time to time.

What scares him: Having to face the world to the end of all times without Melkor and the ever growing void inside himself.

He fears seeing Melkor in his dreams and also longs for it.

A gender headcanon: I already messaged you this so it's going to be a bit repetitive but: While technically being a male presence, Mairon carries a lot of androgynous and femme energy; the concept of gender doesn't interest him too much; as the spirit he is he is outside and above it. His gender is violence and seduction.

A sexuality headcanon: Similar to concepts of gender concepts of sexual orientation are not really something he or Maiar in general pay much attention to or that apply fully to (all of) them; I see them as these otherworldly beings who do not necessarily care about categorizing or limiting themselves.

Generally speaking in my headcanon being sexual often serves some kind of purpose for him, on the other hand when he seeks sexual connections (after Melkor) one aspect of those might also sometimes be just to feel or to satisfy a primal hunger.

A headcanon about his religion/lack thereof: Being a Maia he's technically closer to being part of religion (even when Maiar and Valar walk / used to walk among elves and men and as Sauron he's very present in the story but that's a topic for another day) than being religious. I believe he's very aware of how to weaponize religion though, as he shows in Númenor with the Melkor cult he sets up (which also has desperate undertones imo).

Finrod

Bro this was super hard because I literally just think the man, while regal and determined and loyal, is an absolute angel and sunshine and daisies all day and can do no real harm (other than to Sauron's wolves and his enemies in general obv).

A headcanon about his family: Galadriel is obv ethereal and creepy, his brothers are distant and serious and Finrod Friend of Men Felagund is just a fucking hippie.

An angsty headcanon: As much as he appreciated and admired everything Middle Earth had to offer him he did feel a bittersweet pinch of regret about not having stayed in Aman as he was slowly dying from the wounds Sauron's wolf had inflicted on him. And after being reembodied in Aman he will eternally long for the company of those (men) he befriended in Middle Earth, knowing he will not see them or their kind ever again.

A headcanon about the worst thing he has done: I wrecked my brain and I can't think of anything substantial in my headcanon.

#ask game

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i just wanted you to know that that galadriel/sauron fic ruined my LIFE (in a very positive way, obviously), as has your sauron-blogging. i am not usually a villain apologist, but. smth about halbrand turning out to be sauron the whole time, but his feelings for galadriel/their connection still being true!!!!! turned him from Just Another White Man into something so 👀 compelling 👀 and now i’m in smithereens

HI FRIEND. MY HEART IS FULL AND MY BRAIN IS FULL OF EXPLICIT BAD ROMANCE ~ROT~ so thank you for being here with me at the end of all things. One of the posts I need to make soon is compiling the quotes from interviews of all PROTESTING TOO MUCH about romance with coded language about SOULMATE SHIT. and i’m here for it. Settle in, pop some popcorn, open a ripe bottle of red wine, and let’s explore this collective horny energy.

I’m laughing out loud about the JUST ANOTHER WHITE MAN because this is me!!!! Two weeks ago, I was like “he’s fine, but JD and Patrick promised that Sauron would be a 10, idk about this white bread.” Today? Let me sing to you about the object of my affections. (I cannot be trusted to have stable, thoughtful, rational thought right now.)

Look at him!! The sun is shining on him! He’s just so happy to be here!!!!!!! Galadriel brought him to the best, best, best place ever. :) :)

#my brain is rot #sauron #saurondriel #cardamumblessing #text post #JD AND PATRICK GOT IT RIGHT #HE'S A TEN #I CANNOT EXPLAIN IT

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aadmelioraa · 1 year

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Hello my pal, how are you?

I was wondering, what do you expect for the future of our boi Valandil when Númenor falls? Do you think he'll be pharazonized and die, or he will like, change his mind at the last minute and fly with the Elendils or else?

Have a nice thursday!

Hiiii thank you!! I hope you have a nice Thursday too!! Funny you should ask, I was just thinking about Valandil (I say, as if I am not always).

I think they've set up a really interesting arc for him, potentially. I wasn't expecting him to have the level of narrative importance that he ended up having in the latter half of the first season, and given his closeness with Isildur, but also Elendil and Míriel at this point, there's a lot the writers can do there.

I can definitely see him siding with the King's Men for a time, and it does seem almost certain he will meet a tragic end of some kind…we know Isildur will name a son after him, so it's likely Valandil won't be around for that :( To be clear, I am obsessed with that angst potential, it feeds me, I will be super happy if he has a tragic but satisfying arc...I am an Isildur girlie for life, I am here for the tragedy.

I would love it, personally, if Valandil was aligned with the King's Men by the time Isildur returns from Middle-earth. I am really hoping the show gives us a nuanced treatment of the religious divide, and having sympathetic characters like Valandil on the other side is a great way to do that. A lot does hang on exactly what will go down…no idea how truly grim they're gonna go with the cult of Morgoth stuff, it's hard to imagine current Valandil being ok with what happens in book canon, but he's already undergone a lot of trauma and growth over the course of the first season...still, there are some optics to consider there, and I hope the writers handle that stuff with the appropriate sensitivity and complexity.

Anyway, my current favorite possibility is: Valandil is aligned with the King's Men for a time but then switches sides as things in Númenor under Pharazôn become more dire…if King's Man!Valandil is the reason Isildur survives after stealing the fruit of the white tree, and if that's a turning point for Valandil, wouldn't that be sooooo good?? I don't know how likely that actually is (very unlikely), but I am obsessed with it so I'm writing a fic to get the idea out of my brain and cope with the hiatus lol. Even more unlikely, but I'd love to see him make it out with the Elendili and be involved in the foundation of Gondor, even if he dies prior to the Last Alliance.

On the other hand, It's possible he will survive the the Fall of Númenor because he's aligned with Sauron. I could go either way on that…I'm not opposed to a corruption arc for him, but I'm more interested in the way we get there, I want it to feel earned and do his character justice. I have to admit I get annoyed when people are only interested in his storyline with relation to him becoming a Nazgûl…this happens with other characters too, of course, I just find it especially annoying with regard to my fave. I'm invested in Valandil's development, not just interested in speculating on the end of his arc and working backwards. But tbh I think the only writing choice that would be truly disappointing, for me, is making him part of the assault on Valinor...they could make it work, but it would bum me out personally lol.

How about you, do you have any Valandil theories? 👀

#kat replies #starlady66 #rop chats #rop spec #valandil

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esta-elavaris · 7 months

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🍀⭐️🧚‍♀️🫐!

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you? LOTR for sure. There's just something so elevated about it, I know there's a very popular post floating around on here about how it's different from a lot of things today because the good guys are good and the bad guys are bad (I know there are some things like Saruman, or Gollum to an extent, but like - halfway through we don't find out Pippin's been working for Sauron all along, y'know?...unless 👀 would be the Glaswegian, let's be real. I'm allowed to say that bc I am one ✨) which I think is definitely comforting.

There's just the whole thing of everybody doing what they can, as much as they can, and clinging on to hope when things look hopeless and it's difficult to keep a grip on that hope. Back when I was young enough to have to endure joint custody, I used to put the movies on to fall asleep when I was stuck staying at my mother's place and they were a big comfort in that time.

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you? So in terms of concrete things, my Eng Lit & Creative Writing Honours degree for sure. It was the first time I got to find out I was a decent writer, I went through it while I was a student with uhh multiple stalkers and lots of other fun things, so the fact that I actually finished the thing was a miracle, and my teachers were all published authors so getting praise from them was an experience that still drives me forward when self belief wanes a bit. I used it as a chance to get some eyes on the very very early drafts of the novel, and the response was very promising, which helps me keep faith despite how long it's taking me to get it finished.

Otherwise, probably my whole daily writing thing. Started on the 1st January 2020 because shitty mental health had decimated my writing habit after I graduated in 2018, like I was writing barely even once a week, and even then it would be a paragraph and nothing else, and I knew if I didn't fix it soon I'd end up quitting writing altogether because even before that, if I did write it was to avoid getting in trouble at uni and fucking up my degree, not because I wanted to. So I set that rule, just for 2020, but it ended up being so good for me that I kept it going and haven't missed a day since. Almost 1400 consecutive days so far! Without that, there'd be no completed novel first draft, no Little By Little, no Catch the Wind, no Here, Where Fire Grows, none of this. Probably wouldn't be writing at all anymore.

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time Boromir, James Norrington, Jareth from Labyrinth, Vasya and Morozko from the Winternight Trilogy, and Sansa Stark.

🫐 some place you’d love to visit Finland and Sweden 💜

Thank you, lovely!

#asks #ask game

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rebelrebelwrites · 1 year

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Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs

This week’s recs are…

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal preferences.

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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: Perilous Wanderings by Wolftales

What you need to know going in:

The OG Sauron impersonates Celeborn in Gal’s dream fic! Or, at least for me—fairly certain I came across this one first, so forgive me if I’m mistaken, this may have just been my experience. Regardless, SUCH a great, dark entry into the Sauron impersonates Celeborn camp. A quick, 2-chapter read that will stir your emotions and is definitely steamy, to say the least. 🔥 I love how much Galadriel won’t give into Sauron in this, as well as how much she knows how to push his buttons… he’s delightfully greedy and definitely a little unhinged in trying to get her to submit to him. Sidenote: there are so many great one-shots and short fics I’ve read or bookmarked that I almost think I need to do a special short fic edition of this series… thoughts? 👀

Complete, Explicit

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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: Rainbow of Chaos by @yletylyf

What you need to know going in:

Another AU from the amazing @yletylyf! Two weeks in a row, I know, but this AU is so unique and their writing is so great I feel justified. The premise alone had me clicking immediately: a LOTR-era AU in which Sauron still has access to a fair form, and sets out to retake the One Ring himself. Spoiler alert: he succeeds, and the story truly kicks off from there with a repentant (maybe) Sauron and a Galadriel who’s tempted to believe him. Featuring a smattering of favorite LOTR characters so far, including Gollum, Gandalf, Aragorn, Frodo and more, it feels like early stages for this fic, but I’m so intrigued to see where it goes. One thing I love about @yletylyf’s work is their characterization—like Through Peril and Fire, there’s this unique frankness to every interaction; every piece of dialogue, but each one is so potent. It creates this really rare effect and cadence that resonates.

WIP, Teen

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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: On the Twelfth Night, or, Epiphany: How Galadriel Seduced a Priest and Discovered the True Meaning of Christmas by @thrillofhope

What you need to know going in:

Okay, I know I’ve now put two authors from last week again this week and I promise I’m not TRYING to do that, my faves are just my faves, and this fic stole my whole goddamn soul this past weekend so I HAD to. I HAD to. (Promise, I will spread more of the love next week. I have all the plans. I have LISTS. Promise.) But seriously, I had this fic open in my tabs for weeks and held off starting it because I somehow knew it was going to crawl into my brain and blow me away and when I finally gave in and started reading it last weekend, I could. Not. Stop. In other words, I wasn’t disappointed. One of my first few modern AUs, this story sees Galadriel attempting to seduce Halbrand, a priest, after a bet with one of her brothers. It’s very Fleabag-inspired in plot and tone and @thrillofhope NAILS it. Hilarious, gut-wrenchingly romantic, and so goddamn sexy it kills, I’m genuinely not convinced the author isn’t Phoebe Waller-Bridge. Like my watch of Fleabag, I'm so glad I got to binge it because waiting for each chapter would’ve been torture.

Complete, Explicit

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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): The Chain {Series} by @hazelmaines

What you need to know going in:

-insert me groaning- This fic, the ANGST. The sublime tenderness. It’s so damn good, guys, so damn good. Originally a collection of one-shots, @hazelmaines recently consolidated into a multi-chapter fic plus a bonus alternate ending story in the series called Negotiation. I recommend gobbling ALL of it up and subscribing. Onto the premise: The Chain starts during RoP and diverges from canon somewhere around episode 5, and sees our lovebirds forming a bond in the Unseen world… and they’re not the only ones paying attention. Without revealing too much, some highlights include everything we missed on the ride to Eregion (👀👀👀) and a ton of lovely backstory from Valinor threaded throughout. The additional context, the missing histories, and the dreamlike quality to all of it paints an incredibly rich history for both Sauron and Galadriel and really contextualizes their building bond. Again, don’t want to reveal too much… but I’m super excited to see where this goes and how it grows. Definitely get caught up if you’re not already reading!

WIP, Mature

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The Can’t Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: Shadow-Bride by eye_of_a_cat

What you need to know going in:

Another favorite from eye_of_a_cat and for great reason—as always, every word shines. A post-S1 epic with a distinct fairytale vibe, as it’s framed as a story told by Sauron and Galadriel to each other many, many years later. The story starts in earnest after Galadriel discovers the truth about Sauron, and then proceeds with Sauron negotiating saving the elves from fading in exchange for Galadriel as his bride. You can guess how she might feel about that… 🤣 From there, they journey to Pelargir, and much ensues—animosity, simmering tension, exchanges of power, and so much more, including a well-rounded cast of characters. Without spoiling anything, I’ll say that this fic constantly has me on the edge of my seat, and the last few chapters had me spinning out a little bit from the surprises. It’s a delicious, tantalizing slow burner and every second is 🙌.

WIP, Explicit

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Me at all these fics:

Until next week!

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lesbiansforboromir · 2 years

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So, I've waded through the "rings of power" tag here, and heard every bit of negative feedback. The Eminem looking fella everyone assumed was Annatar, beardless dwarf women, short hair elves, old Celebrimbor, "politically ambitious" Elrond, and all the costume critiques made by those spoiled by WETA workshop. And of course, the fact half the show is made from just the LotR appendices, the other from scratch. I don't suppose you have any positive notes from the trailer?

MY FRIENDS? That trailer was absolutely great I've no idea what you're all on about, it revealed nothing negative in my view about the show that we didn't already know (except the Balrog at the end but I had suspected that for a while and I'll talk about it later.)

Okay first off for the elf fans out there, pretty sure the first scene is literally the aftermath of the battle of sudden flame like I know piles are big Nirnaeth arnoidiad imagery but that wasnt a pile of bodies it was a pile of helmets (bodies burned to ash??) and all around it the whole landscape is scorched to hell and that shot was incredibly ominous! For what I can only imagine is a brief flashback shot, that was a really striking representation of that obscure first age battle! Is that not cool to you elf fans? It seems like they're gonna give Galadriel a dead brother compilation! I thought it was cool and I couldn't care less about these folks.

But more importantly PALANTIR? 👀👀 oh acknowledgement of Palantiri in Numenor, Tar-Miriel using it BEING it's user, the special tower specifically created and designed with precise geometry to enhance the Palantir's sight!!!! Do I think Galadriel and Miriel were ever here in this tower together? No! But it's a cool scene to think about, it's a cool concept to ponder even for noted Galadriel-hater me! Where are all the AU fanfic lovers out there, come ship these two!! And once again I have to keep saying this; all the imagery of Numenor has been absolutely impeccable, I literally couldnt have asked for better numenorean design work, did yall know they went and built a city to film this all in? I had to stim about it.

AND NIMLOTH AHHHH That's my fucking tree mum there she IS she looks so beautiful I genuinely cried when I saw her and i was RIGHT too I thought those petals in the teaser trailer were from her! The way the arches around her are so old they are degrading because the anti-elf sentiment has meant people do not care for the tree and it's setting as they used too?? I'm excited to watch Numenorean politics! I think Miriel and Pharazon are attending Tar-Palantir's funeral here too.

Okay now listen, the eminem thing was funny initially but this here priestess doesn't look THAT much like him first off she just has buzzed white hair. And secondly Sauron cult!! I love Sauron cult and seeing the religious side to his influence and the way they're wearing WHITE I love that so much yes evil people wearing white. Am I psyched about stereotypical gender non-conforming woman being the Evil Priestess here? No not really, but her eyes look scary and we haven't seen the Sauron cult on screen before so!! I'm excited about it, it's a unique plot point to include! The ominous rune and the 'have you heard of Sauron' and spooky evil swords!! It's very Silmarillion is what I'm saying!

Not specific to this trailer but the looks at Khazad-Dum so far have been absolutely spectacular, I might not be a fan of this much exposed rock without beauty to that rock but just the sheer scale of it and the blue light to it and the way it's so lively and the dwarven battle masks that cover their beards too!! And Durin's costume!!! I'm so unbelievably excited for the dwarf stuff, Disa's character especially is so exciting, she's also a mother as well as being Durin's wife apparently like!! Thats an aspect of dwarvenness we've never seen on screen before and I want to see what Sophie Nomvete does with it!

Okay and THE HORROR MONSTERIFICATION OF ORCS BABES! Make orcs fucking terrifying yes oh my god, they're strong they're silent they strike in the dark they terrorised Middle Earth for seven thousand years and they ARE a threat, even one of them! Love that angle to view them in, really exciting as a concept!

ALSO! Just as more of an aside but I love all the mature romantic relationships we're getting in this show. As far as I can tell the only romance plot we're possibly going to see is between Kemen and Earien, Arondir and Bronwyn have been together for a while, Disa and Durin are married! Also Bronwyn already has a son? Is that with Arondir? I want her to be divorced with an elf husband so badly but her old husband is probably dead OR Theo is half elf which would also be cool, NO MATTER WHAT I'm into all of them.

BIG FISH!!

And just a bunch of little things and design choices in all the scenes, the tambre of the voices, the acting itself I'm!! Excited!! We haven't DONE this in so long, in fact the tolkien fandom has never done this, we've never had a piece of tolkien media where we dIDN'T know what was going to happen in it and more importantly to ME it's been far too long that PJ's been allowed a monopoly on tolkien designs, lets see what this has to offer! Come on, most of you were kids like me when the lotr films came out and when I was a kid I loved them and had a fantastic time watching them, be twelve again!! This is new and unique! Lets all have fun together about it! :D

Addendum: Yes, I am annoyed that (as seems likely) dwarves cannot be allowed narratives that dont revolve around their homes being traumatically taken from them through some narrative moralisation of gold and mining that has very antisemetic undertones. I would have liked dwarf politics not just Balrog.

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