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haladrielficxch · 1 month

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Author Reveals are here! Read below the cut to see who wrote your favorite fics!

don't let it in with no intention to keep it by alicuntisms for @nuclearnik

galadriel is in need of a human - halbrand is in need of a warm place to sleep. a bargain is struck. if only galadriel knew who she was striking a bargain with....

A Lust for Light by cozy_ships for @liminal-zone

The magic is always just there on the periphery of his lands, threatening to spill over. Sometimes he swears he can feel it in the earth beneath his feet, taste it in the water, clear and bright and so utterly unlike his own. The flowing currents of it had drawn him to these lands, led him to stake his own claim and build his fortress along the borders of the Golden Wood. He knows who resides within, hiding herself away amidst the forest’s glittering bowers.

Tempered by eye_of_a_cat for @cozy_ships on Twitter

She focuses instead on smaller things. She notices the edges of him: the sewed seams of his bracers, the way they press against the skin of his hands; the shadow at his neck where the cloth of his collar falls loosely; the way the fuzz of hair on his arms glows a little in reflected firelight. He is all edges and joins, scars and soldered seams. There will be a way to break him apart.

at the dawn of our folly, we took from the tree that was rotting by ichabodcranemills for @lisenberry

Stranded togehter in the middle of nowehere, political rivals Galadriel and Halbrand learn they have more in common than they could've possibly imagined.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark by lisenberry for @softlighter

There was a time in Lady Galadriel Artanis Noldor’s life when all she had to worry about was keeping her face out of the sun and her feet out of the mud. Her nose in her embroidery and her hands soft as lambskin. Her brain empty and her mouth shut.

Many things had changed since then.

and I feel like I just got home by Lizzen for @eye_of_a_cat on Twitter

A third age haunting of a sort; an alternate version of life as seen through the looking glass, and the impact resonate.

She is Everything You Want by MyrsineMezzo for @alicuntisms

As he looked at that tight braid with the light reflecting in her hair, Halbrand realized he knew who she was. Everyone knew who she was. Galadriel Noldor. She was the best and the brightest; the pride of the university who had been profiled in the recent campus magazine because she was on a sure ride through the NCAA fencing tournament system even as a sophomore. He realized Mel had followed his gaze when he heard a low scoff.

“Noldor. A loner who thinks she’s above it all. Now there’s a challenge worthy of the highest of prizes.”

the only song i want to hear by MyrsineMezzo for @ichabodcranemills

5 times Halbrand kissed Galadriel in exchange for a secret, and one time he did not.

Set throughout the first season of Rings of Power.

Deeper, Darker Things Than You by nuclearnik for @formerlyIR on Twitter

He is effortlessly charming—and everyone besides Galadriel seems to eat it right up—but something hiding just below the surface, coiled and restless, calls to her.

don't answer me (i'm calling just to hear you scream" by poeticmemory for @the-sweet-hibiscus

One year after her eldest brother‘s murder, Galadriel and her friends find themselves in the sights of a horror-film obsessed killer.

everything (except what it is) by softlight for @myrsinemezzo

“And what are you going to say?” “That I can be civil if you can."

Rival teachers Galadriel and Halbrand sign up to run the school show. Things do not go as expected.

the Curse of Linhir by TheSweetHibiscus for @justatinycollector

The morning of October 28th I, along with my unwilling companion, managed to flea the decrepit town of Linhir. I had ran, cloaked in nothing more than a t-shirt and the threadbare soles of my brother's old hiking boots, nearly twenty miles to the Regent's port home in Númenor. Each step was agony – the ill-timed impromptu marathon more than enough to cause my lungs and thighs to burn like coal cinders. Yet it was nothing compared to the sinking dread — a fear I hadn't gotten far enough away.

By the Moonlight by justatinycollector for @wyrd-syster

It would seem to Galadriel, in their first few encounters, that Halbrand would always leave her with something. Later, she’d come to learn that he never left a place empty-handed.

The Highwayman AU.

stones that move (and trees that speak) by Wyrd_Syster for @bad-surprise

Halbrand wants power and Galadriel wants her inheritance. There is no cost too high, no price too steep, to stop them from taking what they want.

A Macbeth AU with a dash of Sleep No More.

#haladriel #haladriel fic exchange #ao3 fic #galadriel x halbrand #fanfiction #haladriel fanfic #ao3 works #fanfic event #rop #sauron x galadriel

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pursuitseternal · 6 months

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Spooky, sexy, wolfy “Trespassers Beware” just in time for Halloween…

Fem!Reader (Galadriel) x Sauron |E| 4K Wolf Sex

🎨 by @thebabydragon

Summary: You seek the source of the dark power, following the rumors and the wolf howls to the Old Fortress… he finds you… and does so much more

CW: bestiality, multiple wolves at once, wolf possession, disembodied sorcerers having their way, sex in an old ruin with your forbidden lover

Read on AO3

Continue below to howl for him…

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Dusty, dead leaves under your feet turn to cold stones. You stand on the bridge to the Fortress, a chill in the air that somehow heats your body, shivers running down your spine to pool between your thighs. You hear that song, that music, faint but real, whining from the distant and crumbling walls. Mists swirl, and you get the feeling of distant eyes watching you, that crawling sensation creeping all across your skin to steal your breath. You reminisce, the feeling of being here before. The ruins of a fortress of darkness, howls in the distance, your body warming at the memory of the same feelings from a thousand years before.

The hush of winds rustle the leaves across the stone bridge, and you push on. Until you hear the scratch of claws in front of you. Suddenly, orange eyes begin to glow in the shadows of arches and derelict walls. Panting, growling, a pack of large, grey wolves file in around you. Their eyes glint in hunger, tongue lapping at their jaws.

Suddenly, a low, rumbling howl overwhelms your ears, commanding his pack to withdraw. Commanding you to come.

And come you do. The way his voice weaves around your body is palpable, shaking into your flesh, riding into your insides with a tremor.

You know that sound in your bones. It is him.

Above you from a parapet, black mist swirls. And then eyes large and red shine, flickering with ridges of orange and flecks of yellow. Made of flame themselves. Two of them, staring unblinking above you. Your blood seems to freeze with fear and boil with desire at once.

That music that settled for ages in your bones now greets your ear, melancholic, weak, and mournful. A baleful howl comes from that patch of shadow, darker than death itself.

“Have you come to taunt me, Lady Light?” his voice scratched inside your ear. “Come to show me the spoils of a lost war? Treasures I shall never plunder the same again?”

Your heart races against your ribs, feeling your body responding to the sound of his voice, the pull of that lamenting music now that fills your ears.

“You come seeking something… or else you would not be here…” those flaming eyes seem to be framed in a tall form, crouching low to the floor of the parapet above you. A shadow of a great wolf, remembering the form you have always craved between your legs.

You step closer, your body humming to life as it had not for centuries. Your body burns despite the cold mist and shadows, your heart beats with lust, not with fear. Even as a dozen eyes shine back at you from the crumbling fortress.

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One last entry for @hellghoulweek and @thehaladrielfancollective (I’m sure there are five kinks on there for Kinktober 🪦🐺)

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hazelmaines · 3 months

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Happy Galentine's day! A historical prompt from @bad-surprise + Robin Hood + Haladriel + my current favorite song = a new AU in the works.

This song was written/performed for/about Galadriel, by Sauron, and no one will ever change my mind ;)

#haladriel #my fic #otp: bind yourself to me #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #robin hood au #the rings of power #haladriel fanfic #saurondriel fic #Spotify

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thecoziestbean · 2 months

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Sunday marked a year since i posted the first chapter of The Venus of Valinor. I couldn’t let that pass without some acknowledgment.

Here’s a snippet from the next chapter. I promise I have been working on it. It’s just slow going.

It’s angst hours up in here. Be forewarned.

#the venus of valinor #haladriel #saurondriel #otp: bind yourself to me #galadriel x halbrand #galadriel x sauron #haladriel fanfic #cozy writes

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thrillofhope · 2 months

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A silly little bite of Haladriel.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53962504

#haladriel #galadriel x halbrand #haladriel fic #haladriel fanfic #modern au #best friend’s brother

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etlkinkmeme · 3 months

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#daemyra #darklina #dramione #haladriel #reylo #daemyra fanfic #darklina fanfic #dramione fanfic #haladriel fanfic #reylo fanfic

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rebelrebelwrites · 1 year

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Queen of the Southlands by @formerlyir

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Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

Story Summary:

Mount Doom does not erupt. Mordor is never created. And the very course of history is altered by the prevention of one single calamity.

As a result, Halbrand's deception lasts years.

Read the story.

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Another fic trailer, this time for one of my all-time favorite fics from @formerlyir! Recc'ed here as well. Music pick/credit goes to them, too. Hope you enjoy, and if you haven't read this fic yet, respectfully, what have you been doing with your life? 😆

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Fic trailer request? I've got a list going, but feel free to send me an ask or a DM.

#fic trailer #saurondriel #haladriel #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #saurgal #sauriel #saurondriel fanfic #saurondriel fic #haladriel fic #haladriel fanfic #trop fanfiction #fanfic recs #fic recs #fic rec #positivity towards trop fan creators only please

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ophidion · 9 months

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this is not a come-on

*in any way, shape, or form

or the #haladriel 'When Harry Met Sally' au

Fandom: The Rings of Power Fanfiction Pairing: Galadriel / Halbrand | Sauron Rating: E Chapter: 1 of 20 Word Count: 8,294

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"Hal was still a total asshole. Fortunately, she was a bitch, and they both liked to say fuck every fifth word."

They’d known each other for 14 years and 10 months. Rivals for almost three. Reluctant allies for just shy of a year. Ruthless partners and near-inseparable best friends for the rest.

They’d shared beds across the country, beverages that they didn’t bother to label, and even a few ex-boyfriends. But, Halbrand and Galadriel had never even shared so much as a peck on the cheek.

Yet, here they were, discussing sharing a baby, based on a drunken pact they’d made when they were barely best friends.

However, their baby-making methodology is currently up for debate. And... well how far does the definition of a 'Platonic Pregnancy Pact' go when you ditch the baster?

#ophidion writes #haladriel #haladriel fanfic #haladriel fic #galadriel #halbrand #galadriel x halbrand #rings of power fic #rings of power #sauron x galadriel #sauron #trop #trop fic #modern au

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theriverwild · 5 months

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[Edited] A "one-shot" that serves as a sequel to Sunny Days.

October was far too busy for me to have a hope of celebrating the season with any of the Haladriel/Saurondriel, or Rings of Power Events but I was determined to get in one seasonal drabble.

Domestic fluff, smut, and some pecan pie.

WC: 3.8k; Rating: E

Bingo card below the cut

#haladrielfancollective #haladriel #saurondriel #trop fanfiction #galadriel x sauron #sauron x galadriel #haladriel fanfic #domestic fluff #smut and feelings and cravings

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the-sweet-hibiscus · 7 months

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Take Me (In The Midnight Hour)

E | 5.5k | Part 1 / 2

For @ceilidho as part of the @haladrielficxch

His lips were on mine within a second of my name leaving my lips. His kiss was hard, all of him pressed into me as he bent to consume me. Lips, and hands, everywhere on me – his arms coiling around my waist. He was crushing me into him, refusing me the option to move away and catch my breath. Whatever he'd seen in me he saw fit to push and mold me into whatever he wanted me to be.

There's something so devastating about releasing your mind into the hands of another.

Even worse is finding that you like it.

#haladriel #galadriel #the rings of power #halbrand #haladriel fanfic #fanfiction #galadriel x halbrand #fanfic

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shady-swan-jones · 2 months

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Remember Me Like This

Galadriel/Halbrand. Mature. In Progress [1/3] Chapter 1: As I Am Today

“I feel at peace here.” Halbrand says simply. But heaviness lies on what he omits. His peace cannot last. - Eregion, after Halbrand is healed. The fate of the rings is decided between stolen kisses and promises.

In the meadow of Eregion, peace breeds flowers and roots bask in the last rays of sunlight—everything Galadriel fights to preserve. The singing leaves and dancing winds echo the harmony of nature, tranquility woven into the very fabric of the land, even in the face of decay. It’s a place where ancient trees whisper tales of her people, and in their melodies, Galadriel finds belonging.

Footsteps sound behind her, the soft crush of fallen leaves betraying his approach.

“Halbrand,” she calls without looking.

He chuckles and she pictures teeth sinking into his lower lip.

“You should be resting,” she admonishes. Turning around, she meets his eyes. They pierce hers like a Valinorian dagger.

Their journey to Eregion is a blur in her memory. Riding tirelessly day and night, a hollow worry gnawing at her, a fear he may not endure the relentless pace. Urging the horse to unforgiving speed, they raced towards the sunrise, as if her determination could rupture the fabric of time itself. She would ensure his safe arrival, there was no other option. They pursued the dawn, a desperate attempt to outpace the miles and elude the encroaching darkness. Even if her lungs were burning, she would shield him from its looming threat. She fought to get him here, and now he’s standing before her.

All is in her mind though, he was crossing between unconsciousness and numbness. It’s as if he awoke to another life.

His gaze lacks the concealed inquiry, it lingers on her without pretense.

“You are bathed in light,” he murmurs, fixated upon her golden locks radiating like a halo in ethereal glow.

He must be afflicted by the fever, she reasons. Yet as she approaches, he emanates serenity. He stands tall, centered, strong, nothing betraying a man mortally wounded a fortnight ago.

Her touch upon his forehead detects no heat beyond the warmth she had seen in the bodies of men.

He halts it with two fingers on the inside of her wrist.

“I’m alright. Your people’s medicine healed me. What’s the secret?”

"Elven herbs are potent in essence. It heals not only the body but the spirit."

“I feel it.” She believes him. A newfound glow graces his face.

“I am relieved. However, the High King should not witness you wandering. Return within," she implores, taking his elbow. Yet he stands unyielding.

"I have fostered the inclination to follow in your footsteps, wherever they may lead," he says softly, the faint sketch of a smile on his lips.

From the raft to Numenor, to the Southlands and now here, her constant companion. She’d grown accustomed to his presence, vexing at first, then steadfast and resolute, like a shadow.

She crosses her arms, a half-hearted attempt at cross-examination.

“You didn’t follow me here. I all but carried you unconscious on the saddle.” She injects some light to the conversation, but his eyes fail to spark of mirth.

It’s not her assertion he responds to.

“I was lucky to cross your path.” He speaks plainly, but there’s something lingering in his gaze, moving from the dip of her eyes, to where her arms are clasped together. She fidgets under its weight.

“It was not luck that brought us together.”

“-then I’ll have to thank powers I cannot name, for pulling a mouthy elf out of the water and joining your quest.” He smiles, coaxing the fragment of mirth out of her.

“Even if I shattered your precious peace?”

He gazes at the greenery, then at her.

“I feel at peace here.” He says simply. But heaviness lies on what he omits. Hia peace cannot last.

“Treasure it for you will depart soon. Your place is in the Southlands, by your people.” It’s an assertion to herself too. She feels the weight her sentence carries. Reminding him of his duty is a familiar refrain, only now the gravity settles. Now there are people to guide; what they need is a king.

The corners of his mouth curve into a smile -the sweetest she’s seen from him until now. His lip is still chapped, though the scar tissue has subsided. The dipping sun paints his hair with strikes of auburn, as when he’s facing the fire in the blacksmith’s forge. He finds a lock that sits on her shoulder, plays with it reverently, as if by that golden strand he is deciding his fate.

“My place is with you.”

Her lips fall open, a tangled breath getting out. Gleaming hazel eyes giving a simple truth. Whatever thought she entertained evaporates. He waits, his fingers stilling around her hair. She’s glassy waters, waiting for a fish to cut the stillness. He leans down and breathes a kiss on her lips. It’s soft, but lingering. “My peace is with you,” he whispers when he’s close.

Then lifts her jaw and closes the distance, plunging them both into a bone-melting kiss.

His lips move around hers with such ferocity she has to fist her hands on his tunic for support. In the warmth of his embrace, she feels alive, the taste of him like beaten metal succumbing to heat. His strong arms circle her, settling on her waist, igniting everything in their path. No one understands the fire inside her, but he kindles it, coaxes it, binding it to his.

“Galadriel,” he utters her name like a prayer to a forgotten god. "Before you, I was lost at sea. Beyond repentance, a sinner hiding from his past. You brought me to the light, to your light. My power, my crown, my future—I want to share them with you."

She kisses him, swallowing his promises. He accepts and follows, yet when they come up for air, his eyes are begging for an answer.

She watches as the light slowly leaves his face.

“I gave my heart thousands of years before you opened your eyes. Now it lies buried under the carcasses of elfs slaughtered by orcs of Sauron. To reclaim it, I must bring about his end."

She has buried enough kin to walk away towards the sunset. She can’t start anew without finishing her quest, ending Sauron’s bloody rule once and for all. Halband can’t offer her absolution, nor flowery words to exempt her from her fate.

If there is a future as he envisions, one where she’s content and reigning, she doesn't yet deserve it.

Halbrand holds her tighter, fingers splaying on her back.

"It’s but your grief speaking. It has steered you through ages, but do not let it shape your destiny. You once urged me to release the past; do likewise.” He cradles her head on his palms. “I promise, I will ease your sorrow.”

Her eyes glisten. Temptation tugs at her from deep inside. It would be easy to succumb. Unlace the armor that has been part of her skin, lay down her weapons, rest.

Her fingers thread on the back of his neck, bringing him down to almost taste her lips.

“You saved me, Halbrand. You were my raft in the storm. But I long for steady land under my feet and it will take me lifetimes to be worthy of it.”

She has to keep fighting. His span of life is too narrow to fit her purpose.

The hand runs circles on the soft flesh under her ear, the calloused pads awakening her skin.

“Then let me give you eons in a night.” He trails his fingers over her neck, following the chords to her jaw with his lips. “Let me leave a print in the glass of your immortality.”

She touches his chest, feeling the unsteady beat of his heart. The melody, she etches it into memory. She’s already into the future, missing him.

“I won’t forget you,” she vows.

Another kiss, this time on her brow.

“But I want you to remember me like this. If I'm a stranger in your future, remember I was good once.”

She seals her promise with her lips. If she can't have an eternity, she will revel in today. A day, a moment, a touch.

Eyes closed, she captures his mouth again, stifling the silent groan as her tongue brushes his. The hands on her hips shift and she’s lifted off the ground as Halbrand carries her, walking blindly, never cutting the kiss.

Eventually, he lays her down, and their lips reluctantly part. His eyes, a reflection of countless tales, meet hers, and for a heartbeat, time stands still.

"Remember me," he whispers, voice a soft plea.

She pulls him on top of her and layers of fabric surrender to the urgency -the way layers of her soul are shed one by one. They meet and mold around each other and Habrand brushes the hair out of her eyes softly. The aim was to seal their connection, shutting it forever. But as they dance in the melody of their bond, something happens. The threads that hold them, instead of being severed, grow stronger, entwined with each shared breath and heartbeat. Between kisses, their fates merge.

End of Part 1

#rings of power #lord of the rings #haladriel #saurondriel #galadriel x halbrand #galadriel #lotr #halbrand #rings of power fic #rings of power spoilers #haladriel fanfic #my fic #mine

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haladrielficxch · 2 months

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the only song i want to hear

Chapter 1 of 1

6.7K Words

For @ichabodcranemills

"Since you gave me something,” he says, “I’ll give you something in return.”

She drops her hand now, the weariness overtaking her at last. Her look is frankly skeptical. “And what is that?”

“I will give you one of my many secrets,” he says, a corner of his mouth turning up and his eyes glinting in humor. “Surely that is worth a kiss.”

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5 times Halbrand kissed Galadriel in exchange for a secret, and one time he did not.

Set throughout the first season of Rings of Power.

#haladriel #haladriel fic exchange #ao3 fic #galadriel x halbrand #fanfiction #haladriel fanfic #ao3 works #fanfic event #rop #sauron x galadriel

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pursuitseternal · 10 months

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The Lord of the Werewolves demands your willingness, he is in an unquenchable “Rut…”

Chapter 5: Rut— Read on AO3

Three days of rut… blind lust and bloodlust overtake the Lord of the Werewolves. But nothing goes according to his… desires.

Saurondriel | Explicit | Chapter 3.8K

CW: in canon violence, shapeshifter bestiality, pregnancy smut

Hefting herself from the chair by her fire, she groaned, her belly now full, swollen with undoubtedly more than one child. Making it to her door, she stepped into the hall. A commotion like none she had seen filled the entryway to the Sauron’s rooms. She caught barely a glimpse of his face above the hunching, bunched up forms of Orcs and wolves pushing him inside. Once those jade eyes fell on her though, something in his face shifted. He spat and snarled, still human, but ravenous and feral. His voice called her name over and over again above the shouts and growls that pressed in to confine him.

Something inside her tugged and burned, like she was being torn inside out as she returned his blistering stare. Only once that door to his chambers slammed successfully behind him did those flames inside her quench as suddenly as they had ignited.

One dark grey wolf pulled away from the pack; Draugluin crept forward, ears pinned back as Sauron’s bellows still reverberated through his locked door. “I’m sorry, mistress,” he began.

“What is the meaning of this?” she hissed. “Locking the master in his rooms? Most would be flayed for such insurrection…”

“It is at the master’s orders,” those orange eyes narrowed, the hair of his neck raising at her accusations. “You may carry his pups, but you are still unfamiliar with our ways,” his voice growled low and threatening. It made her shiver still. “With the seasons, he goes into a rut so fierce, we often experience many losses to his bloodlust and rage. Three days, he must be secluded until the madness is passed, for all our sakes.”