julialus

[julialus]

connected by a single chain Sauron × reader

Sauron × fem! Elf! witch! reader, Annatar × reader, Hallbrand × reader

If suddenly you are tired of reading works about evil reader (I have nothing against it), then here is my work with a suffering reader (?), if you can call it that. Perhaps the hero is a reader who is drawn to darkness.

Plot: is it scary to be tied to his will? Or maybe it's still nice.

Warning: mind control, infliction of physical and moral pain, restriction of freedom, triggers of relationships with parents.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Rings of Power or his characters, and I do not claim that they are my own.

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Ilyaris is the union of two souls, when the Master of the will binds himself with the will of the obeying one, from which any word of the Master is the law for the obeying one. (The term, coined by me personally, is not a canon for Tolkien)

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You're standing in a dark room, your hands are chained to the wall. You didn't have the strength to sit on the semblance of a bed, and you decided to get up. You have been here for several weeks now, in his captivity. You've already lost count of how many days have passed. Sauron is standing in front of you. He walked around you and got up from behind.

"You must obey me, my will," he said, his eyes filled with confidence. It seemed like forever since he captured you.

He put his hands on your shoulders. A shudder went through your body.

He ran his hands over your arms and then moved to your waist. You arched your back, feeling his breath on your neck. He touched his lips to your neck, gently running his tongue.

"Either voluntarily, or I will break you. But I'll get you."

Pain squeezed your head, you screamed and leaned forward, but he didn't let you do it.

Standing in front of you, he continued to look at you.

He put his hand under your chin and lifted it so that you looked into his eyes. The pain in my head stopped. He reached out to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours, but you didn't intend to kiss him and bit his lower lip. Sauron recoiled and ran his finger over his bloody lip.

"And you're brave, honey."

He squeezed his hands on your neck and you began to choke, instinctively raising your hands to your neck.

"Honestly, I'm tired of waiting. How does such a young girl have such a strong will?" You let out a whimper.

The pain spread to your head and then to your neck and you collapsed into his soft embrace.

And here you are, still here, but already on the bed. Waiting for him to torture you again so that you obey him. And she entered Ilyaris with him. But what choice do you have, he needs your power, it will help him heal Middle-earth.

Now he started to go back to your memories, inflicting physical pain was not enough for him.

And here you are sitting in front of Mom, her kind eyes are looking at you and she is smiling.

"You know he's going to survive because of you," she whispered.

"Who?" you asked.

A lot of strangers appeared behind her, saying something unclear.

"Dark Lord, you have to help him," someone said. And everyone repeated "help, he won't hurt you"

"Sauron will live, thanks to you" Dad came out from behind your mom's back "We died for this so that your talent would wake up"

Everything around you began to tremble, goosebumps and trembling went through your body. Your head was squeezed, you tried to stand up, but you couldn't.

"Sauron will survive because of you "

"Nooo!!!" You screamed, your body jerked and everything disappeared. Now you are standing on the edge of a cliff, in front of you is the most beautiful landscape, birds are singing around.

"That's how it can be" he stands next to me, his blond hair swaying in the wind.

"Agree it's beautiful" he smiled, all the while he was looking at you "Let me be with you" he touched your hand.

You nod in agreement. He broke you, you couldn't resist anymore. You felt the metal on your hand. Shackles. It brought you back to reality, to a dark room.

And here you are sitting on a chair, tied to it, and Sauron is standing in front of you.

He takes your left hand and runs the dagger along it. You cry out in pain. Your body is numb from all that pain, torture, you can't do anything. A trickle of scarlet blood has flowed out of his palm, he cuts his own and black blood flows from there. Your hands lock and he starts saying something in the black dialect. You don't understand anything.

Now you are bound, his word is law. An invisible collar has formed on your neck, he will pull and you will fulfill his every wish. Your spirit is his spirit. He kissed your hand and said.

"Over time, you will love me and you won't even be able to breathe without me."

It's been a few weeks since that moment, it seems you've started to get used to his will in your head. He could talk without acting. It seems he really felt the feelings.

But he didn't have time to fully enjoy his power. Adar killed him, and you ran away.

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You woke up in a heavy sweat. It's okay, it's just a nightmare from the past. Many centuries have passed since those days, without him in your head. Ilyaris without a Master was torn apart and you were freed. I went to study my magic, my abilities. You've changed your appearance. The scar on your arm is almost healed, but no matter how hard you try, you can't remove it.

Now you live in Eregion, helping the elves and Lord Celebrimbor with your magic and gathering, and no one knows about your past. They don't need to know about someone who will never come back. Or, as you hoped, he won't come back.

Lady Galadriel thought otherwise, since almost two months ago she had gone to rest. After the High King deemed that her quest for Sauron was now over.

You rubbed your eyes and looked out the window. The sun comes out from behind the horizon a little bit.

When you got dressed, there was a knock on the door. It was Mirdania.

"Your help is needed in the infirmary," you looked at her questioningly and followed her.

When you entered the infirmary, you saw a man with short brown hair lying on the bed, moaning softly. Galadriel was standing next to him. When she heard footsteps, she turned around.

"Y/N," she said, smiling.

"What happened? you asked, going to the washbasin to wash your hands.

"An enemy spear, six days ago. We rode without rest," she said and went out with Elrond.

You asked the healers to come out so that no one would bother you.

The man opened his eyes slightly.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"Hallbrand" he tried to get up.

"You'd better lie down." You ran a cold cloth over his forehead. "Healers are all models, I can only relieve the pain and put you to sleep." You understand the hands and begin your magic. The man falls asleep, and you go on to talk to Galadriel.

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P.s. connected by a single chain. This is a translation of one song in Russian. I advise you to audition. — Связанные одной цепью.

[julialus]

Hi, I don't know how long I will be here, but I hope you enjoy my work

In fact, I'm here to share my ideis with Sauron and the reader.