SO. This piece of work.
I honestly thought Halbrand being Sauron would have been so on the nose, but somehow, they managed to make it absolutely fucking terrifying.
Think about it. He was pulling every single thread from the very beginning, with deadly purpose and terrifying precision. He knew exactly was he was doing at every step, the whole time.
Yes, even if he was feeling repentant at any point, as published canon tells us he was -- I’ll be damned if he didn’t always have the option to completely drop the repentant ordinary life in Númenor the minute he ran into something that forced his hand, like Galadriel did, in the back of his mind. Or, even if she hadn’t -- the minute he got bored of playing ordinary smith.
And he would have. Yes, yes, he would -- he has a mind like a subtle knife. The very second he got bored...
He let Galadriel learn the truth about him. He had no reason to keep playing peaceful king -- he’d seen Celebrimbor at work, seen the elves’ panic first hand, seen Mordor take shape, seen all the key pieces having been moved into the right places.
He could have spun an actual, spoken lie, this time: that the line of the kings hadn’t been broken, that he was the very last survivor of a bloodline that had hidden itself for centuries. It would have been as easy to him as breathing.
But where’s the fun in that?
Where’s the conquest?
Why reign over an insignificant little mortal kingdom when you can have all of Middle-earth gripped in an iron fist?
Who wants mere subjects when you can have worshippers?
Fuck repentance. Let the true king finally take what’s his. Tell Galadriel the truth.
Again.
That’s all he ever did. Not one lie, not once.
He is so horrifically good at what he does that he doesn’t even need to lie to deceive people.
He’s Sauron the Deceiver, after all.
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halbrand smiling to himself after saying, "looks can be deceiving 😈"...... like, i just know he's been throwing that line around to every single elves and humans that he met. like he planned that shit and memorized it because he think he look cool doing it. waiting for someone to figure out his little inside joke.
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btw belated welcome to THE Sauron casting
Gavi Singh Chera, I can't wait to see what you do in this role. Season 2 let's gooooooooo
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Dear TRoP fandom, please keep your soggy heterosexual “Sauron” out of the Sauron tag.
Sincerely,
me (and a huge chunk of the silm fandom)
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Wasn't totally sold on how I drew the waves, so here's a different style with some of Numenor's buildings being swept away.
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sauron got one of those shitty plastic skeletons to hang up on thangorodrim after maedhros was rescued because he needed someone to rant to about relationship drama and taking over the world
it wasn't as effective as he hoped it would be. :(
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Galadriel isn’t Sauron’s whore. Sauron is Galadriel’s whore! Let’s agree on this :))))
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Listen I will always think about Sauron looking at Elrond, descendant of OH FUCK NO IT IS HER Luthien (because listen Luthien haunts Saurons DREAMS he is Terrified Of Her) and just Wants To Possess And Wants To Back Away Slowly.
(Just The Line Of Luthien Terrifies Sauron Forever)
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Snippet from something I've been working on that might tie with my main verse. There's a lot of angband fic that have Maedhros being tortured by Mairon in er... dead dovish abusing ways but I dislike them very much and instead like to turn the tables on him.
"What about you then? We talk about me so much that I am beginning to feel flattered." Maedhros says, a hint of amusement colouring his voice.
Mairon raises one perfect amber eyebrow, his golden eyes riveted on Maedhros'.
"Let me see, what's your story? trophy Maia kept as a boy toy for Morgoþ's to enjoy whenever he looks away from the Silmarils long enough to remember you?"
The hand that shot up and curls around his neck does not surprises him but Maedhros only feels vicious satisfaction at the flicker of anger simmering in those hypnotic eyes.
"You know nothing, son of Fëanáro. "
"Ah, but I believe I do. Loving someone who would never give you his whole." His cracked lips curl into a smirk. Mairon's fingers tighten until Maedhros' air intake is compromised. Oh well. Let him die here and be done. On this small victory, at least. Yet the Maia seems to recall himself and with a snarl, shoves him back to slump again the wall of his cell.
"You must be an idiot to think antagonising me is going to bring you any sort of freedom Nelyafinwë. There is none in Angband."
"Ah," Maedhros smiles then spits blood. "This is true for you as well."
Then Mairon scoffs, as if the mere idea of his limited agency was risible but Maedhros has seen, has heard, he might have been gagged and bound but the flicker of pain on the Maia's face upon Morgoþ's dismissal has not escaped him. And oh curse him anew if Maedhros isn't going to drive that particular knife between the Maia's ribs even if he has to die because of it.
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