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liminal-zone · 2 years

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the power of the dyad rings could not be undone

an artist (@storiesofventure)/author (@liminal-zone) haladriel collab

Close your eyes and imagine a whisper in a tavern, far away from the heart of Middle Earth. Imagine a honeyed voice with a strange accent. She is asking you over a tankard of ale: Have you heard of ‘em, lass? Have you heard of the lady of light and her dark lord? Would you chuckle then, dear reader? It would be near impossible to never have heard of her grace, the High Queen Galadriel and the lord, her husband, even in lands far from her dominion. You can smell the ash on the wind.

For you see, when Melkor saw Mairon, he found him fair and he found him useful. And in him, he poured his malice, his cruelty, and his will to dominate all life. With his hand pressed against that soft, gentle neck, Melkor delighted in the reeducation of this skilled creature, who shattered into shards of glass and sand before he could reform him into something new: a terrible dread and a most devoted servant.

For you see, when it was done, when it was over, Sauron believed this was possible for him to do to another with similar results.

For you see, when the Lady Galadriel of the Golden House said yes to an honest offer of partnership, said yes to his proposal of the dyad ring, and said yes to his appeal for intimacy, Sauron believed himself the new Melkor with the power to heal not destroy. He would bring new order and end all wars with the elven commander at his side. She, the beautiful light to balance him and bring him delight.

And then something happened the dark lord did not intend.

For you see, Galadriel was never given the will to rule, never forced into the art of war and delicate design of order. No, it was already forged in her heart; her very being meant to wield a power beyond imagining. At the chance of great reward, he had taken great risk to partner with an ancient being whose mettle he had not fully tested against the very highest of pressures, the most severe of heat. For some elements can fracture, releasing a dangerous power that not even the dark lord could control.

By giving her the dyad ring, by binding his very being to her, he had miscalculated. Her ambition and desire and protection and power shifted and oh so suddenly was there a great clenched fist around Mairon’s neck again, her fingernails digging into his scarred skin. Flooded in the agony of her inescapable light did he shatter once more.

And how she delighted in the reforging of something new, something cruel, someone hers.

#sauron #galadriel #haladriel #saurondriel #the rings of power #lotr #fanart #lizzen fic #TOLKIEN IS ALL ABOUT COLLABORATION AND FELLOWSHIP #AND CREATING THE ABSOLUTE MOST ABHORRENT EVIL #anyway #sauron took one look at galadriel and said she could fix me #galadriel took one look at sauron and said he could make me worse #i'd like to flesh this out further too #gosh #dark galadriel #everything i want!!!!!!!!11 #high risk high reward when you fall in love with a nuke #the dyad rings

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princessfantaghiro · 8 months

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Ok...I'M CRYYYYYYYINGGGGG!!!!😭😭😭😿💔

MY POOR HEART...MY POOR LITTLE MEOW-MEOW...

He never had a chance. 😢

Not even once, for his whole, endless existence. 😿

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#lord of the rings #rings of power #galadriel x sauron #halbrand x galadriel #halbrand!sauron #forbidden love #the dark lord #lady of light #dark galadriel #Youtube #sauron #haladriel #saurondiel #charlie vickers #moffryd clark

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sweetteaanddragons · 2 years

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Hand in Hand

“Hello, Nerwen.”

For a moment, the golden light of her forest is the golden light of the Trees, and she is a girl again, mud clinging to the bottom of her skirts, barefoot and certain she can outrun the wind.

“Don’t call me that,” she snaps, ancient instinct resurrected, and then reality reasserts itself, and she is the Golden Lady of the Wood once more.

But it is hard not to be - not Nerwen, but Artanis. It is hard not to be Artanis when Makalaure is standing there in feast clothes, leaning against a sapling with a smirk, like the last three Ages are nothing but a vanished dream.

“Alright,” he agrees easily. “What title are you going by these days?”

“I am what I always was,” she says, and he - laughs.

A true laugh, long and loud and startling in the profound stillness of the woods.

“Oh, Nerwen,” he says, shaking his head, eyes still sparkling with laughter, “we are none of us what we were.” His eyes dance over her figure, lingering on her fingers and the hem of her dress.

It is no longer mud staining it. But it is a little matter, to be resolved soon enough.

She does not like the way he looks at her hand, but she refuses to hide it. She juts her head out instead.

“You seem to be,” she says, and she reaches out, mind to mind, to let her thoughts skate across his.

His mind shies away, and she allows it, for now.

But she is looking now, really looking, and she sees what she missed before; the tears in his tunic, the sharpness of his face.

Still. This is not what she pictured when she wondered what had become of her kin.

“Where have you been?” she asks.

“Oh,” he says carelessly. “Here and there. Of late, Imladris.”

The stillness of the woods creeps over her limbs.

“Imladris,” she says at last.

The pain of it echoes in her mind.

“Have you come to kill me, Makalaure?”

“What makes you think I haven’t come so that you can kill me?”

He sounds exactly as he did in Tirion, when they would bait each other into petty arguments they would spend all evening enjoying.

She wants to shake him for his flippancy.

“I am no kinslayer,” she says, and she puts the full weight of her power behind the words.

But Makalaure- shakes his head. Amused. “Old monsters shouldn’t lie to each other, cousin. There’s no Finwean hand left in Middle Earth that’s clean.”

She does not protest for Elrond. His hands had been clean.

But if she will lie to Makalaure, she will at least not lie to herself.

Elrond is no longer in Middle Earth. He could not - bend enough for that.

She is surprised Makalaure could.

That thought Makalaure allows to land. “I suspect I have more practice resisting mental compulsion than anyone left alive,” he says, still smiling. “And it didn’t take much to twist away from it, really. I already despaired. It’s old news by now.”

He leaves unsaid the other part of it, but he allows her to glimpse it in his mind.

And I already loved you, Artanis.

Yes. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised.

But her thoughts have caught on a previous point. “The children,” she says. “Elrond’s children. Their hands are clean.”

“Ah,” he agrees. “Yes. But they are no longer in Middle Earth.”

She is as still as the bones that still lie in the fields around her wood.

“That’s why it took me so long to come,” he says, still light, still easy. “I had to get them on a boat.”

“Arwen wished a mortal life,” she hisses.

“Well, we can’t always get what we want,” he snaps, a flicker of rage slipping through for the first time.

“She wished to marry her love,” she continues, because it is easier than arguing about everything else.

“Oh, that,” he says, and the rage subsides. “I don’t see why she couldn’t still do that. I got all the children onto the boat.”

“You put Isildur’s heir, a mortal, onto the boat,” she says slowly.

“I did,” he agrees. “At considerable effort to myself, mind, so they had better appreciate it . . . Your father said they let Tuor in; they can make another exception. They owe it to us, now.”

“You think the Valar will consider themselves in our debt?” The idea is so outrageous it is almost amusing - almost because Makalaure has risked the children’s lives on this insane gamble, and never mind that none of them are any longer children to anyone’s mind but theirs.

“We took of their problems for them, didn’t we?” he says, eyes just a little too sharp for his careless tone. “Morgoth, Sauron . . . I suppose Ungoliant might still be hiding somewhere, but I think she would have made herself known by now. And there is not one of our family that has not broken themselves in the fight.”

“I am not broken,” she hisses. It is too close to what her husband tried to say; too close to what she has long assumed of Makalaure. She prefers the Valar’s long ago declaration that she is in rebellion, too dangerous to return home. If she is no longer who she once was, it is at least because of her choice because of what she has done, and not what has been done to her.

This power is hers; she has broken it to her will, not the other way around.

“Don’t say it like it’s such a bad thing,” he says, finally unslouching and coiling himself into something that makes him look almost like the warrior of old. “If you weren’t broken, I don’t think I could forgive you for daring to wear that ring next to the one Celebrimbor gave you.”

She does not look at her hand. She is not such a fool as that.

“What ring?” she asks coolly.

He laughs again. It is ragged now. “Oh, Nerwen. You can hide from anyone else you please, but you can’t hide from me. Did you think I of all people wouldn’t know the signs? Did you think I wouldn’t understand?”

There are two bands of gold around her finger. One of them is bound with her cousin’s power.

It is screaming at the proximity of the other.

“It was the only way,” she says, and she does not like the way the words sound echoing from her mouth.

He looks around at the forest. At the golden light creeping through the silent trees. At what lies among the roots.

And then he turns, eyes looking back as if he thinks even here, even now, he can glimpse Imladris as it was.

When he turns back, his eyes have more torment than the Oath ever provoked. “And was it worth it?” he asks her, and even with his eyes ablaze, he has the gall to still sound as if he is asking over the price of a new concert in Tirion and nothing more.

She says nothing.

The rings are cold on her hand.

He sighs, then. Draws his sword almost carelessly. “Shall we do this then?”

She does not have a sword. She does not need one.

She does not want one.

“Must we?”

“We have to do something,” he says, almost apologetically. “It doesn’t have to be this. It can be knives if you’d rather. A game of poisons if you’re feeling peckish. Or, if I may truly tempt you, it is not too late to build a boat.”

It is her turn to laugh then, because if there is anything it is millennia too late for them to do, it is to build a boat.

His mouth twists into something that is almost a smile. “I will never forgive them for this,” he says, and there is nothing casual in his voice now at all. “They had no business leaving you here until you felt it had to come to this. You had fought enough. You should not have to fight again.”

“You cannot win this fight.”

His eyes widen it. “Win it? My dear cousin, no one is going to win this fight. But if I have to get home the hard way, I’d rather not do it alone. I thought you might feel the same.”

Her hands clench. The trees creak warningly.

“You presume much.”

“You presumed more when you tried to keep both rings,” he says, and the anger is back in his voice now as he slips back into the tongue of their childhood and cries out, ”Awake!”

She wears Celebrimbor’s ring beneath the other because she gained Tyelpe’s first.

In a moment of blinding pain this reveals itself as a mistake.

It - they - it falls.

There is so much blood.

She lunges forward, the hand that is still whole reaching -

Maglor throws himself into her and they fall in a tangle of limbs, wrestling like she once did with her brothers, like they did in the mud of Alqualonde before seeing each other’s faces and seeking other foes, like, like, like -

His mind is open now, no longer hiding, and she shoves her agony at him, her grief and her rage and her indomitable will, and he shoves back with his own, and with memory after memory, goldstained and bloodstained and gone, gone, gone.

The pain grows, and she is not sure if it is hers or his or if it matters.

There is so much blood between them.

Artanis, Artanis, ai, Artanis!

The pain swells and swells, and there is less movement now, less desperation, only the pain, and the red spilling out between them.

Together. Let us go together, ancient monsters both. If we show up in Mandos’s Halls together, one of us will have to look good by comparison.

She laughs, high and bubbling and drowning in the blood.

She wants - she wants -

There is a glint of gold in the grass beside her. There is bone dust ground into the dirt. There is her cousin, holding her like they are both children afraid of the encroaching dark, still reaching for her other hand.

She has only a moment left to decide what she wants. A moment left to sort through the screaming in her head.

She reaches.

#lord of the rings #silmarillion #Fic #galadriel #maglor #dark galadriel #ambiguous ending #alternate universe

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angelelysium · 1 year

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(via Lady of Lorien Poster by RobertMKAngel)

One of the parts of LOTR that I always think would have made a great book in its own right is where Galadriel is tempted by the ‘one ring’, you remember, the whole ‘all would love me and despair’ gig / dark galadriel in the Peter Jackson movies, well there, what if she ‘went for it’?

Am I the only one who thinks that a ‘Dark Lady’ could be so much more interesting than a ‘Dark Lord’?

Sure, H Rider Haggard arguably flirted with that idea in ‘She’, but imagine it in Tolkien’s world, with Galadriel becoming a Jadis but packing a heck of a lot more than ‘turkish delight’ as Lorien becoming the new power / beautiful veil which rises and seduces all of Middle Earth, I mean we all know she would be using Gimli as her foot stool at the end of a long day - and the bearded deviant would be #lovin it...

#findyourthing #redbubble #galadriel #dark galadriel #temptation #Lorien Rises #a new shadow #love me and despair

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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INFJ | The Advocate & Mystic.

Insightful, empathetic and determined people, INFJ’s are reserved but see more than the usual person. They’re the ones who just ‘know’ things, but really they’re constantly observing.

#mbti moodboards #mbti #myers briggs #infj #infj moodboard #infj aesthetic #witch the writer's moodboards #moodboard #light academia moodboard #aesthetic #galadriel #infj characters #dark academia #dark academia moodboard #light academia

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ggiuliass · 2 years

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this scene had me SCREAMING

I am so weak ffs

#if evil why hot #WHYYYYYYYYYY #sauron ill be your queen #will you be my dark lord?#sauron x galadriel #sauron #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand!sauron #halbrand #galadriel #trop #rop #rop spoilers #trop spoilers #the rings of power #rings of power #lotr #the lord of the rings #haladriel

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sesamenom · 6 months

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Ringlord High King of Everything Elrond, inspired here

(@the-writing-goblin)

I imagine in this situation elrond would have been partially tempted by boromir's declaration, but instead of trying to fight sauron with it (because even in the weirdest crack au i can think of elrond is still too genre-aware to try that) he tried to use it to supercharge his use of vilya and protect everyone.

basically Ringlord!Elrond turned the entirety of Eriador into a mega-gondolin situation: massive walls (courtesy of numenorean/eregion tech) around the regions bordering the north or Mordor, fortresses along the mountain range and several layers of gates along every road in or out. Everybody goes in; nobody goes out; everyone is safe.

and he ended up claiming the kingship to give him more authority in the process - he's High King of the Noldor and Sindar and King of the Edain (given that there are like three half-vanyar in middle-earth, he's more or less king of all children of iluvatar) and so he can have command over the entirety of the West.

and with the help of the Ring, this actually works! but the corruption starts to show eventually

he uses his kinship to Gondor to forcefully drag them into his neo-gondolin-empire-creation so he can ensure none of his great-nephews will ever have to face sauron. he extends the walls to encompass Mirkwood, because he's the high king of the sindar and has a duty to protect thranduil's realm, and unleashes the full might of his melian-lite powers to purge Sauron's Shadow and the spawn of Ungoliant from the now-Greenwood.

Galadriel and Glorfindel very much see where this is going and are very very worried. galadriel won't let him build walls around lothlorien (because she lives next door to a balrog and knows exactly what happened to gondolin) but celeborn thinks it's a good idea, since after all Doriath wouldn't have fallen if Melian's girdle had still been up. glorfindel tries to talk him out of it but the ring has taken hold

the Ring's power also enhances all his natural weirdness and powers - he has his wings and maia markings permanently activated now, with or without finwean anger. he can fully shapeshift, and he goes from raising waves in the bruinen to raising tsunamis in the great sea.

except the finwean anger seems to be permanently activated now, too, and anyone who harms someone he's deemed under his protection finds themselves the target of a rather ironic vengeance quest. the shapeshifting is looking weird now - his teeth are always sharp now, and his eyes have gone fully inhuman. sometimes he has claws and his wings look more like bats than eagles. and his water powers are more like osse's- he can't calm the waters now (goldberry is the first to notice something's up) and can only stir them into massive ship-sinking storms and tsunamis.

this progresses until he's basically Evil Luthien ruling over a continent-wide Mega-Gondolin, slaughtering orc-hordes before they even reach the white walls and sinking any naval fleet Sauron tries to send around the coast. Everybody is brought in; nobody leaves; everyone is safe...?

he figures out that the dwarven legend of "Durin's Bane" has to be one of the few first age balrogs thats still unaccounted for. and well, it's living right on his border, and he can't risk another fall of gondolin, right? so he leads a small force in there to clear moria, and they shove the balrog off the edge, but it takes one of his captains (except glorfindel) with it (maybe erestor?) and he uses the ring and saves erestor, (and maybe floods the balrog for good measure), and glorfindel is sure he saw elrond's eyes go yellow for a moment.

and even fully corrupted, he knows he can't take the ring directly into mordor. but he can wipe out sauron's armies outside the walls, to protect his kingdom - because turgon's mistake was thinking he was safe even when there were balrogs and dragons and orcs outside, right?

somewhere along the way, arwen realizes what's happening and goes to live with galadriel. one of the twins goes with her; the other stays out of loyalty but eventually follows.

elrond's kingdom has become a cross between doriath and gondolin now, with all the surrounding lands warped by ring-magic to hide it, and layers of stone walls and iron gates preventing anyone from leaving. because everyone is here; nobody leaves; everyone is... safe?

#silm #silmarillion #lotr #elrond #lord of the rings #i hc goldberry is uinen and osses daughter #i feel like the ring works differently for everyone #hobbits are naturally sneaky and long-lived so hobbits get ring-invisibility and ring-immortality #while dwarves would be basically physically invincible and elves would get feanor-style super-fea #and peredhel get maiarin powers #honestly ringlord elrond is kind of terrifying #like ringlord galadriel or ringlord maglor would be pretty straightforward about conquering the world #like galadriels whole 'all shall love me and despair'#or maglor would be like 'yep conquering the world for the oath now hand over your land'#but elrond is more of the manipulative dark lord type #like the 'im doing this for you/i just want to protect you' villain #and hes already most of middle earths collective dad #they all trust him

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