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Litost. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 273.3k | 3.1k chapter [47/61] Chapter 47: Foundations of the Earth

During Ar-Pharazôn’s rule of Númenor when Sauron holds the position of the High Priest of Melkor, Galadriel is captured in the middle of a war, imprisoned, and handed over to him as a sacrifice to be made in the Temple of the High Priest, but Sauron has other plans. From Akallabêth to the founding of Gondor, unlikely allies are forged.

“They still have a card to play. Will they not play it, my lord?”

“No,” Sauron revealed, feeling a little more like Halbrand again, though he hated it so—every time that part of himself reared its head within him, he hated it. He wanted to kill it, and let the man within him die. “Do you think they will bend?” he then asked, his own curiosity getting the better of him.

“If they have any sense of survival, they would.”

“No,” he repeated softly, knowing all too well the truth hidden below the surface. “Elves never bend. They only break. They shatter themselves against every obstacle—like old stone caught under the weight of the world for far too long. They fight against all of the elements within it—and time itself as it lurks just around the corner for them as it does for any other living being. They care not for what any of it means. They care only for themselves, so they will never bend.” He could see it now in his mind’s eye, how clearly all of this would end. “They see themselves as masters of all. They must see me now for what I am,” Halbrand said, “and what I am—is vengeful.”

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Latest chapter of Across That Fine Line is up! Very excited to be so close to Part III :)

Haladriel; E; 196k; 44/50

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Hello! Have you read Ouroboros? It's crazy good! Also, there seems to be a lot of new haladriel fics out. Will you update that list? :D

Hello Sweet Anon. I have read it!! It's everything I ever wanted in a haladriel fic!! I had such a craving for a timeloop fic and that one was *chef kiss* That's me added it to the list! ❤

We are being spoiled with all the new fics. Bless our fandoms writers, they are keeping us well fed! This weekend I'm gonna devour them all and will add more to my recommendation list 😈

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Only Blood Can Bind

Galadriel could only stand and watch, as Sauron lifted a blade to his hand, running it through his flesh. He showed no reaction to any pain he might have felt. If he was capable of feeling pain. One who exacted so much of it likely left none of it for himself. He closed his eyes a moment, almost as if he was savouring something. Galadriel watched him breathe in deep and knew it was his scent on the air that he was enjoying. “Can you not feel it, more acutely now? My power…” Sauron brought his hand slowly up to his face, not taking his eyes off of the she-elf before him. Galadriel watched, awestruck, as his tongue slipped out to lick the blood from his skin in one agonising motion. He practically grunted as he swallowed, letting out a gasp of pleasure as he completed his devilish act. “My power… it lies within my blood. The very essence of all that makes me who and what I am. My complete capabilities. Just one taste of that, Galadriel… and it is yours.”

Dedicated to the wonderful woman and inspiration that is @klynnvakarian 🖤😘

Here lies my final piece for @hellghoulweek 2024! Day 8 and the prompt is 'Free Day', so here is some Vampire!Sauron for all your Halloween needs!

Warnings: Blood kink, blood play, blood drinking, you know, just BLOOD.

I hope you like it! Happy Halloween!

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The Tides of Fate (Ch 12)

Summary:

"There is no such future."

"Isn't there?"

When Galadriel resurfaces from the water, it is not Elrond that saves her. She is not in the gardens of Eregion at all, but adrift in the Sundering Seas. To save Middle-earth and prevent Sauron's return to power, Galadriel must learn to separate what it is from what it was, and what was from what will be. But Fate bends to no Elf or Man, for what is meant to be will always find its way.

A retelling of Season 1

Chapter 12 - Name (Teaser)

Keeping her gaze forward, Galadriel finally spoke. “I will not apologize for deceiving you of my intentions.”

Halbrand said nothing. Instead, she felt him gently take her wrist. She stiffened a bit as he drew away the bloody dagger she had yet to drop. He wiped it clean on the burlap at her feet before sheathing it at her side. “You’re bleeding,” was all he said.

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I need more Galadriel x Sauron Goo form fics in my life. Don't judge me 😭

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—Although her light was blinding, he could not tear his eyes away, nor did he wish to.

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With her eyes closed, Lady Galadriel seemed peaceful, as if asleep—

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#HellghoulWeek | Day 1: Monsters

Engulfed

Galadriel seeks the monster in the cave. The monster seeks her.

One shot | T | 946 words

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“𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉.”

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Current haladriel/saurondriel wips, do not repost! (Reblogs are ok though🫶)

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i see you galadriel. i know your mind 💍

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AI for creating images/stories should have NO place in fandom (or anywhere honestly) and I do not support it. Please, if I ever accidentally reblog it let me know as I do not want that on my blog or to tolerate it in any way.

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In case anyone's searching for haladriel fic recommendations I made a fic rec list a while back that I frequently update with new recs! If you have any recommendations not listed let me know 😏

Categories:

Marriage

Galadriel takes longer to discover Sauron's identity

Galadriel Says Yes

Canon Divergence/Reimagining of S1 and onwards

Supernatural Creatures AU

Haladriel Meets Before TROP

Hades/Persephone Vibes

One-Shots

Pregnancy/Parenthood

Smut

Dark/Dead Dove

Sauron as Annatar

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Draw what I wanted in finale episode.

Just a little dream about sweet / angry / sad kiss. )

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Litost. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 270.2k | 4.6k chapter [46/61] Chapter 46: The One We Shared Together

During Ar-Pharazôn’s rule of Númenor when Sauron holds the position of the High Priest of Melkor, Galadriel is captured in the middle of a war, imprisoned, and handed over to him as a sacrifice to be made in the Temple of the High Priest, but Sauron has other plans. From Akallabêth to the founding of Gondor, unlikely allies are forged.

Galadriel’s lip trembled harder as more tears threatened to fall. “Even if you die—even if you—you can still come back, Halbrand—you can still come back—”

“I have not seen that end,” Halbrand admitted, “but I will welcome it if it comes.” His eyes gazed intently over her face, drinking in all of her features as if trying to commit them permanently into the back of his memory for all of time. “And I hope you are waiting for me,” he added in the softest whisper.

Fresh tears fell, lashing out at her skin with the burn of hot firebrands. “Please,” Galadriel attempted one last time, “retreat, and allow them to—allow them—”

“—You have made your bed, sweet wife,” Halbrand told her definitively, his thumb stroking over the arch of her cheek, “as I have made mine, though I will never forget the one we shared together.”

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Weaving Through Time

Summary: Sauron is haunted by a beautiful elf (Haladriel Drabble)

Rated: M - Graphic Violence

The first time Sauron sees her is in a place of darkness and despair. 

A wraith of golden light, gliding in and out of sight among an army of clamouring orcs who chant and cheer for their dark deity. From his place by Melkor's dark throne, Sauron straightens, keen eyes searching for the woman. No one else seems to have noticed her, not those she walked among, not Adar, nor the all-knowing God lounging on the throne with a perfect view of all before him, a wine glass held idly in his hand.

When Sauron spots her once more, it feels as though time itself has ground to a crawl.

She is the sun breaking through the bleakness and darkness of a storm. A beauty with hair of spun gold, wearing only a flimsy white nightgown trimmed with golden embroidery at the hems and draping sleeves. Regardless of her attire, she holds her head high. A noble if he ever saw one, a Princess if he must guess. Eyes as green and sharp as cut jade dare to meet his with unflinching ease. There is no fear on her face nor tremble in her body. She is in the heart of darkness, yet she stands as bright and true as the dawn. 

As quickly as she appears, she vanishes between two orcs. Time quickens. The rumble of orcs floods his ears once more. Sauron blinks, his mouth dropping open. He is halfway down the dais before Adar, who stands at Melkor's left side, calls out to him,

"Is something wrong, Sauron?"

Sauron glances at the crowd once more. It had to be a figment of his imagination. No one was powerful enough to walk among such numbers, to stand in the gaze of Melkor, and not be seen or felt. His cheeks warm with embarrassment at his foolishness. He shakes his head, and heads back to his dutiful spot by Melkor's side. Yet still, his eyes search.

"Nothing," Sauron murmurs. "Nothing at all."

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The blood of an Elvin King stains his fangs and claws. 

Finrod Felagund lies by his feet, his body unmoving, broken chains still dangling from his wrists. Rain lashes down from thunderous skies, the shadow of Tol-in-Gaurhoth casting over them with every white flash of lightning. His black fur is plastered to his skin. Water trickles down his body, a tainted dye of red and black as the water mixes with blood both his own and not. 

Footsteps patter close by.

Sauron bares his teeth and growls, ready to slay whatever foe has come upon him.

Silence befalls him as he spots her. The maiden from before, the fleeting vision in a writhing mass of Melkor's wicked creations. Once again she is dressed in a nightgown, yet seems untouched by wailing winds or pouring rain. She does not waver under the gaze of his ferocious form, barely giving him anything more than a glance of acknowledgement before turning her attention away. As if he were not worthy of her consideration. Her wariness. 

As if he isn't a threat. 

He growls and steps closer, one paw at a time. He will remind her who he is. That he is not a being so easily dismissed. That he is something to fear and revere. 

He only stops when the maiden kneels before the slain elf and releases a shuddering breath, her face contorting into barely contained grief.

Whoever she was, she knew Finrod Felagund. She knew him dearly, his demise dimming the golden glow of her light as despair swathes her in its agonising shroud. The hand that had not wavered while surrounded by Melkor's foulest creatures, that had not trembled in the shadow of Sauron's mighty wolf form, now shakes as she reaches out to touch the fallen elf.

Sauron watches, spellbound as she soothes Finrod's hair from his face. She leans down and places the softest of kisses upon his brow. 

Sauron sheds his wolf form, taking on his fair form. 

"Who are you?" Sauron demands. 

"I have many names," She whispers. When she finally looks at him, her grief is gone, replaced by a rage that could rival the ocean. "One day, you will suffer for what you have done, Sauron, Servant of Morgoth. And know that I will be there to watch you fall."

Between one lightning flash and the next, she is gone. 

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Sauron limps to the forest to lick his wounds.

He lies under a canopy of leaves, hidden deep in the forest. His bed is damp leaves and slick mud, a far cry from the plush cushions, finely woven quilts and king-sized bed he had occupied the night before. No roof shelters his head, allowing rain to trickle down upon his bruised and cut skin. No servants are nearby to offer him fresh clothes, food and wine. No walls protect him from the biting winds. No burning fire in the fireplace chases away the darkness and cold. 

He is alone. 

His wounds heal slowly. 

A dark part of him wonders why he bothers. Once Melkor discovers his failure, his body will be ripped asunder in the most agonizing of ways, the remains left strewn across the throne room as a rotten ornament for all to see, to remind them the price should they ever fail their Master. 

Sauron thinks of the maiden of light who haunts him. 

Her gentle touch upon Finrod's face, her kiss upon his brow the most bittersweet of partings, the sorrow on her face which spoke of the love and devotion she held for the perished King. Such softness... such love... 

There will be nothing of the kind for him when Melkor is finished punishing him. 

Only pain awaits him... pain... misery... and darkness. 

"Jealous," Sauron chokes out a laugh, a terribly bitter thing. "Of a dead elf. How far I've fallen."

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Yet further still, he would fall.

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He sketches her likeness.

It had been purely out of necessity, for the drawing could be distributed among his spies who would travel far and wide, and find out the identity of his vanishing little elf. Once he knew her name, finding and capturing her would be an easy task.

Twice now she had caught him unawares.

Twice now she had escaped him.

Someone who could come and go as they pleased, invisible to all but him, was too dangerous a threat to leave undealt with. How easy their secrets and plans could be uncovered. How easy she could slay them one by one.

She needed to be found.

Soon though, necessity became a past time. He put down his pencils and picked up his brushes and threads, painting her likeness on the finest parchment and weaving her image upon tapestries. 

It was an endeavour that left him frustrated and angry, for perfectionist that he was, he failed to truly capture her beauty and her light. 

Just as his men failed to capture her.

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"What will you do, now that Morgoth is dead?"

When Sauron had entered his chambers, he had not expected to find anyone there, certainly not the mysterious elf maiden. She sits on the window ledge, her eyes watching him through the reflection.

"I will take my rightful place as his heir," Sauron replies, drawing closer. "Will you tell who you are? If you have so many names I'm sure you can afford to part with one of them."

She smiles without mirth. "You will learn all of them one day, but not today."

The maiden leaves her perch and moves to the stand where his crimson and golden robes for tonight's coronation wait. Her slender fingers run along the patterns. As she silently admires the clothing, Sauron takes the opportunity to catch her off guard. He moves with a serpent's quickness. Now standing beside her, his hand darts out to snatch her wrist-

But his hand goes straight through her. She is not truly here. A projection? A spectre? A trick of his mind?

She glances at him over her shoulder.

"It is rude to touch someone without their permission, My Lord." She says his title mockingly, a smile twitching on her lips. 

"It's also rude to turn up unannounced."

She turns her attention away from him, back to his robes. 

"Morgoth is gone. You do not have to follow in his footsteps." Her words are quiet, almost pained. "You could return to the Light. There are still those who would welcome your return, if you truly mean to repent."

He almost laughs at her. How much a fool did she think he was? He had no desire to return to servitude and chains, for that was all that awaited him if not The Void itself. She knew this, she had to. Of course, she would want him to suffer for what he had done to her wretched Elvin King. 

"You know nothing of me, Elf," Sauron scoffs. "Tonight, I will take my rightful place."

"Yes," The maiden replies grimly, finally turning around to face him fully. "You will."

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Blood surges from his mouth as his body is penetrated by an endless assault of spears, daggers and swords. The orcs trip and fall over each other in their haste to get their pound of flesh, all eager to join in the slaying of their new Master.

He will kill them. He will kill every single one of them. And only then will he kill that traitorous bastard Adar whom he had foolishly named friend and ally!

Sauron's head tilts to the side. His visions is starting to fade, but even through the haze of pain, he can see her. The maiden once more standing close by, watching him from a safe distance. 

You knew this would happen, he realises. Was this why you spoke of me seeking redemption? You knew my fate?

She makes no move to help him. It's possible she wouldn't be able to, even if she wanted to. Whatever she is, she is not of this world, more phantom than human.

Such strange magic. It is a mystery he swears he will one day solve. For although his back-stabbing companions think they have vanquished him, a maiar is not so easily defeated.

Especially, not him.

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He is nothing more than an oozing mass of sludge and slime. A pathetic, pitiful thing that feasts upon insects and rodents. He crawls through forests, swamps, and fields, travelling with no reason or direction. Nothing can be done while he is like this. Too weak to craft even the simplest of bodies. His pride is in tatters. His dreams of ruling and power crushed under Adar's heel and filthy orc feet.

One day, Sauron swears, I will have your head on a pike for this, Adar. 

"Was it worth it?" A voice asks lightly. 

Sauron has no eyes in this form, but he can sense her all the same. The elf maiden has returned. He wonders if she knows the effect her presence has on those fortunate enough to meet her. How it is like the warmth and brightness of the sun settling upon one's skin.

He wishes he had eyes to admire her beauty. It has been so long since he gazed upon something beautiful... something fair... something pure and good. His world has been nothing but darkness for too long. 

He finds himself yearning, yearning for warmth, yearning for light...

Her footsteps draw near. He can feel her standing close by, kneeling before him, eyes no doubt cold and unfeeling as the day he was slaughtered by his men.

"Was allying yourself with Morgoth and seeking power for yourself worth this?" The maiden demands, her voice growing harsher, colder. She laughs bitterly. "Continue down this path, and everything you lost the day your fair form was destroyed will be nothing compared to what you still have yet to lose."

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