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elronds-meleth-nin · 10 months ago

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A Brush With...Kindness?

This idea came up in a discussion with @bigblissandlove1, so credit to you, my dear friend!! Thank you for being okay with me writing it! ILYSM! Thank you for screaming over both versions of Adar with meeee 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 Also holy shit, this was supposed to be like...2000 words and ended up as almost 12000. 💀

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Adar (RoP) x Reader

[A/N: This has smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Mentions of violence (not discussed in detail), blood, bloodplay, threats, knives, swords, Adar in the winter, both soft!Adar and stabby!Adar, interspecies sex, Uruk/Human sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), angst, much yearning, nudity, I feel like I'm forgetting something but I have no idea what because holy fuck this is almost 12000 words.

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I knew his face from the moment he and his Uruks flooded into our village. Pillaging and looting where they could, murdering those who fought, the Uruks caused havoc. He strode in with them, looking as serene as the Elf I'd mistaken him for when I was a child.

How lucky I'd been that he'd chosen peace all those years ago. My father was a trader who traveled between Lindon, Eregion, and several villages inhabited by Men. Between the last of those villages and the borders of Eregion, we'd stopped to make camp for the night.

While my father set up our tent and tended to the horse, he asked me to gather some small sticks for the fire. I set off to do so, but in my quest for kindling, I ended up farther away from him than I'd intended with an armload of sticks large enough to make me stagger. Just as I'd begun to turn back, there was a small rustling from behind a bush a few feet away. I turned just in time to see a figure rising to his feet.

Tall, intimidating, covered in dark, aging armor, with scars on his face stood an Ellon. I let out a small, childish sigh of relief. I'd been afraid it might be a bear or an Orc or something fearsome, but it occurred to me that the presence of an Elf must mean that we were close to Eregion.

"You should not wander alone, little one. There are Uruks lurking in this forest," he said, and I noted that he sounded strange. Most Elves had voices that flowed like silvery musical notes, but his was raspy and low, as if he'd screamed for so long that he'd hurt his throat. Maybe he was a soldier, I'd thought. After all, they shout orders all the time.

"I'm not alone," I said lifting my chin as proudly as only a child could. "My father is not far from here."

He did not look convinced, yet still he offered me a smile.

"Perhaps, then, my lady, I could help you with your load?" He asked, and as I'd never been called 'my lady' before, I was not eager to disabuse him of the notion. He relieved me of my bundle of sticks, and together we began to walk back toward the camp my father had set up. After a few moments of comfortable quiet, I posed a question.

"What is an Uruk? I've never heard of one before. The word sounds sort of like 'Orc' if you say it too quickly..." I mused, and a small smile tugged at his lips. Vaguely, I wondered if his scars hurt him, but I did not think it polite to ask. At ten years old, my father had taught me manners enough to know that if a person wanted to talk about something like that, they should be the ones to bring it up.

"An Uruk is the correct name for an Orc," the Ellon said. "The words became...confused long ago. Not many remember their real name."

Oh. Well, that made sense.

"There are two people who know, now," I said smiling up at him, and he looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"That is kind of you, my lady, but you must not use that name around the Elves. They do not take kindly to having their mistakes paraded before them," he said, and that confused me.

"But...you are–"

The crunching steps of heavy boots in the underbrush startled me, but instead of an Uruk appearing from the trees, it was just my father.

"There you are! I told you not to go too far," he said striding up to me and wrapping me in his arms. He placed a kiss atop my head and only then did he turn his gaze upon my companion. Straightening, he glared suspiciously at my new friend. "Who are you? I've never seen Elvish armor quite like that."

His tone was less than kind, and, remembering my manners, I spoke up on my friend's behalf.

"Be nice, papa! He was helping me," I said. My new friend shifted the bundle of sticks to one arm, and placed his hand over his heart, inclining his head in a respectful bow.

"I intended her no harm, sir. There are many perils in this part of the forest and I wished to ensure she would not encounter danger," he explained. "Besides, a bundle this large was certainly more than a lady of her status should have to bear."

He offered me an exaggerated, deferential bow that drew a giggle from my lips. After a mere moment's hesitation, my father invited him to our camp to keep warm, since the woods grew quite cold at night. Looking back, it was obvious that he was incredibly patient with my childish questions as the three of us settled in to pass the night. Our evening meal stretched easily between three mouths, even though our new friend said that he did not wish to diminish our supply of food. We could not simply let him starve.

I woke in the middle of the night to low, whispered voices at the treeline. Carefully, I peeked through the flaps of my tent and saw two shadowed figures around the flickers of a small lamp. One stood tall, and the other hunched over.

With my father still slumbering soundly in his bedroll, I made a decision of which he surely would have disapproved. As quietly as I could, I slipped out, sneaking through the shadows of the trees until I could just make out the face of the taller person in the lamplight.

Our Ellon friend? What was he doing out here? Shifting slightly, I caught sight of the second person and–

I nearly tripped over myself to get back to my tent. He'd been speaking in a strange rasping, mean-sounding language to an Orc - or, an Uruk, as he'd called them.

I wasn't frightened of him, despite what I'd seen. Curiosity still reigned in my mind, but I still did not relish the thought of being caught eavesdropping. The next morning, I rose quite early, only to find that our guest was already gone.

"Don't look so distressed, love," my father called from his seat beside the fire. "He left this for you along with his apologies for leaving before you woke. He said his children needed him."

He held out a small piece of dark metal. It had clearly come from his armor. Carved within it was a set of stars, inlaid with some other tarnished metal.

"He said it was the symbol of the Noldorin Kings. He thought you might appreciate it and that it might serve to remind you of the conversation the two of you had," my father explained, though he looked a bit puzzled. "What conversation did he mean, if I may ask?"

As I looked at the small metal piece, it occurred to me that if he had not told my father, then perhaps there was a reason. My father might react poorly to the word 'Uruk' like our friend said the Elves would, simply because he worked so closely with them.

"He said it was dangerous to walk alone," I said, and though it wasn't a lie, it was not the whole truth, either. I'd never had reason to lie to my father before, and I hoped I would never need to again.

That night after we rode into Eregion and settled into our chambers, by candlelight I found the second symbol. Carved onto the back of the item he'd given me, there was what looked like a three-pronged shape. A tool perhaps? A maker's mark?

I wouldn't see that shape again until many years later when Lord Adar took our village. The armor piece which I'd turned into a necklace years before hung around my neck, almost burning beneath the bodice of my dress even as I averted my eyes from our new lord's.

When the morning came, we were all herded into a line leading to the steps of the tavern from which Adar was currently ruling over us. Those who refused to swear loyalty to him were summarily killed by the Uruks guarding us. When my own turn came, I dropped to my knees as all those before me had done.

Strangely, though, even as I looked up at him, I still couldn't find it within me to be afraid of him. Of death? Naturally, I was frightened, but I could not muster the same feeling regarding the Uruk lord. His eyes met mine, and his lips parted as if he recognized me.

An old man grasped my hair roughly, forcing my head down into a more subservient position.

"Do you swear allegiance to Adar, Lord Father of the Uruks?" He asked, but before I could answer either way, his tight grasp on my hair was suddenly released. "M-My lord?"

"She has already sworn for me," Adar rasped above me, and I tried not to look confused as he urged me to my feet. He reached toward me, and to my astonishment, his fingertips brushed against the pendant that had come loose from beneath the top of my dress. The one he'd given me years ago. The back with the three-pronged carving was visible because the chain had twisted. "She already wears my mark. You will not brand her, is that understood?"

"Yes, my lord," the grumpy old man said, but I could look nowhere save into the same green eyes I'd seen all those years before. I couldn't help but think about how beautiful they were.

"I shall see to the rest tomorrow, Waldreg. See that they're fed and have a place to sleep," Adar ordered. Grasping my elbow, the Lord Father of the Uruks led me away from the crowd. Once we were safely inside one of the ruined buildings, he clasped my upper arms and looked into my eyes. "I thought I told you it was dangerous to wander alone, my lady."

His voice was infinitely gentler than it had been before.

"I'm not alone," I whispered, "not when I have you."

Looking at me with a mixture of disbelief and something far too soft to be on an Uruk Lord's face, he stepped closer and carefully rested his forehead against mine. The scent of smoke and metal, earth and wood oils surrounded me, and I recognized the scent, faint though it had been, from that day in the woods.

He muttered something in the low, guttural language that the Uruks used, and though I had no idea what he'd said, the sound of it sent my heart racing in my chest.

"I thought I'd never see you again," I admitted in a whisper, and he let out a slow, almost sad sigh.

"I had hoped that you would never have need to," Adar murmured in return. When he spoke again, he sounded almost resigned. "If you wish to leave, I can arrange safe passage for you."

I considered the possibility for a moment. My mother and father were living peacefully in Eregion, thanks to the kindness bestowed upon them by Lord Celebrimbor. I could certainly go there, but...was that what I wanted?

"And...if I wanted to stay?"

Pulling his head back just far enough to look into my eyes, Adar seemed as though he both was and was not surprised at my question.

"You would be allowed to do so, of course, but you must understand that this would be a hard life," he stated. "I cannot offer you any luxuries, not like those found in Elven territory. Mordor is new. We have very little. We have not even completed the construction of our own homes yet. Is that truly the life you want? Barely getting by on scraps of food, sleeping in the ruins of an old building?"

"I can bear it," I reassured him, and he seemed to consider my words as his fingertips once again traced the chain of my necklace.

"I will not make you swear your loyalty, my lady, but I would like your word that if at any point you feel as though this life is intolerable or overwhelming, you will tell me," he murmured as his eyes met mine again. "I would not see your light dimmed by such a place as this."

Gently, I laid my hands over his.

"You have my word, my lord," I murmured, and he nodded his head slowly.

"Then, welcome to Mordor, hiril vuin."

She'd been different since the day they met. Oh, she was likely an average member of her species, but Adar had little personal experience with Humans beyond the occasional interaction. Her openness when she was a child had been endearing, especially since she hadn't thought him frightening or hideous. She'd accepted him as he was without question - even going so far as to protect him from her father's suspicion.

After she'd caught him speaking with Glûg in the middle of the night, ordering his children to leave her and her father be in Black Speech, however, Adar had thought that she'd have told her father what she'd seen...that he would be met with an arrow to the chest upon his return to their camp. Instead, she'd managed to sneak back unnoticed, and he'd taken his leave before she awakened.

Never did he think that one day as a grown woman - a lady - she would be forced to kneel at his feet. Not even with the threat of death looming over her was she afraid of him.

He'd never wanted her fear. When she was a child, he'd savored her curiosity, and now, as an adult, he found that he relished her gentleness and her acceptance. She'd been courteous to all of his children whom she'd encountered, even if such behavior earned scorn from the other Humans in their encampment. She never cowered. She never diminished herself to fit into the dull little boxes that the others of her species so consistently tried to force upon her. She was unique.

And Adar found himself growing ever more intrigued by her.

The winter wind whipped clothing, biting the skin and sinking bone-deep. Like most discomfort, Adar was used to it. He knew every survival method - one did not live for thousands of years without picking up a few helpful practices. His children had followed his example, but it was a bit harder for the Humans among them to find comfort.

Truly, though, the only one he cared about was his lady...his brave, determined lady. He remembered her looking up at him the better part of a year ago when she was forced to the ground before him. Curiosity and recognition was as obvious in her expression as the points on an Elf's ears.

Even after he'd taken their village, she hadn't hated him. She hadn't denied having sworn for him, even though that had been a lie he concocted to keep her safe and unblemished.

Seeing that remnant of his armor hanging from a chain around her neck had inspired more pride and awe in him than he'd felt in an Age. Adar had assumed that even if her father had given it to her, it was so small and insignificant that she wouldn't have bothered to keep track of it. But for her to have turned it into a necklace... The thought still sparked a wave of warmth in the Uruk's heart.

Had their encounter truly been that memorable to her?

As the bitter winter held the camp in its grip, residents and all, Adar walked amongst his children and sworn Human villagers alike, noting those things which were needed most. He turned a corner between rows of tents and half-built houses and paused at the sight of his lady and Glûg discussing the babe in the Uruk's arms. After a few moments, his lady let out a small laugh, and Glûg let out a rasping chuckle before departing with a small bow.

Before he could behave as if he'd been doing anything - anything at all - besides watching them, she turned and Adar's eyes met hers. Approaching without hesitation, she curtsied and greeted him with her customary 'good day, my lord.'

Dropping into his own low bow, Adar offered her his arm.

"Walk with me, if you would, my lady," he murmured, and she looped her arm with his. "How would you characterize the mood amongst your people here?"

They walked a few steps, she considering her answer, and he marveling at how easily they fit together. Having her at his side felt natural, as if that was where she was always meant to be.

"They are under strain, because of the winter temperatures. Perhaps they are a bit more frightened than usual, but nothing too serious," she replied. "They seem to have settled into their new routine along with your children quite well, considering the circumstances."

"And what of your own circumstances? What can I do to ease your burden?" He asked as they reached the door of her shelter.

"I can think of nothing, my lord." Adar did not believe that, but he did not contradict her, choosing instead to accept her invitation inside.

"Allow me, at least," he said as he stepped inside, "to check your supplies. Firewood and the like."

"Of course," she murmured, waving him inside. One of the other ladies who shared her living space had already lit a fire in grate, and as soon as they saw Lord Adar walk inside, they quickly found other places to be.

Pretending to take a cursory view around the room, Adar slyly watched his lady move around, tidying up, even though the messes had clearly been created by the others. That he did not like, but that was a problem for a later date.

"Are you certain there is nothing I can do to improve your situation?" He asked, and she flashed him a smile bright enough to make his heart skip a beat.

"Nothing, whatsoever. I'm quite comfortable here," she said walking to stand with him beside the fire. He took a long, selfish moment to indulge his desire to study her face. When his desire to reach out and touch her grew so strong that he felt he might snap, he drew and released a deep breath.

"Thank you for your indulgence, my lady. I shall leave you in peace."

Adar gave her a small bow before making his way toward the door.

"Oh, wait! Please, my lord," she called, and he turned to face her. She pulled a length of cloth from a bundle, hurrying over to him.

A familiar sense of dread curled in his abdomen. He'd been betrayed before in moments of weakness - seeing her this evening was certainly a weakness. The cloth would make a suitable garrote for a person of her size to use. Steeling himself as she approached, he realized that, though he wouldn't be surprised, her betrayal would hurt more than any other had.

He met her eyes with his as she stood on the tips of her toes to wrap the cloth around his neck...but the constriction he'd been expecting never came. Instead, she tied it carefully, tucking the ends into his armor so they wouldn't flap around in the wind.

Adar's gauntlet-covered fist relaxed as his defensiveness was replaced with confusion. He was certain that he must look as utterly befuddled as he felt, but the little smile that settled upon her lips as she examined her handiwork stole his breath.

"There. That should keep you a little warmer, at least. We cannot have the Lord of Mordor freezing, now can we?" She asked when her fingers finally fell away from the chestplate of his armor. Adar found speech difficult for a long moment. She cared for his comfort?

How was one supposed to tell someone that they'd expected death's shadow only to find kindness instead? How could he possibly explain to someone like her that at the sight of a simple makeshift scarf, he'd coiled himself as tightly as a warrior preparing to be struck without a shield or sword to defend himself? She was so considerate that she would blame herself for unsettling him, he had no doubt.

No, to say nothing would be better. Perhaps...perhaps later.

Lifting her hands gently in his own, he laid soft kisses upon her knuckles. He dared not look away. Not now. This moment was crucial - whether for just him or for them both, he knew not.

"Thank you, dear lady," he breathed, and as his eyes searched hers, he saw what he normally did in her: warmth. However, this time he saw more. There was warmth, yes, but there was also gentleness, protectiveness, and a sort of satisfaction about him not tearing the scarf from his throat - he would never do such a thing. Not when it was from her.

When he finally stepped outside once more, the wind was unable to sink its frozen teeth into his neck. The fabric, worn and discolored with age, was soft, caressing his scarred skin just as he imagined her fingers would if she ever deigned to lower herself and take him as her lover.

Her generosity made him only that much more determined to find some way to make life easier for her. For nearly a week, he was kept too busy to give the matter any serious consideration, but he did have an idea.

While she was occupied, Adar slipped into her shelter. He wished to find a way to repay her for her kindness, thus his goal was to find one of her unfulfilled needs and provide for her. He was already able to ensure that she received enough food and water, and she deserved more than he could ever give her, but he was willing to try.

After a few moments of searching, he noticed the blanket in her little sleeping area. It was thin, full of holes, and practically falling apart. It was the only one he could see.

His heart clenched in his chest. She must be nearly frozen during the night, yet she had still seen fit to give him her scarf? The growing dampness of tears blurred his vision, but he blinked them away. How had she made it through the winter?

At least he could fix this for her.

Picking up the tattered blanket, he strode across the camp to find a replacement. Laying it atop a pile with other bits of cloth that needed to be repurposed, he found a stack of extra blankets. He'd already ensured that all of his children had enough to keep them warm, so one extra would not be missed.

He hastened back to her shelter, closing the door nearly silently behind him, but he quickly realized that he was not alone.

"My lord?" She called from her place beside the cold hearth. She was trying to light a fire with trembling hands. Walking over to her, Adar tucked the blanket beneath his arm and gently coaxed the flint and steel from her cold fingers.

Kneeling briefly, he struck the flint and steel once, twice, and carefully encouraged the flame to grow until a warm glow illuminated the room. When he stood again, he grasped her hands and rubbed them between his palms. He would not be content to leave her until he was certain that she would not freeze in the night.

She looked up at him in wordless wonder, and he knew for certain that his own expression had to be similar.

"Thank you, my lord," she said in barely a whisper, and in reply, he unfolded the blanket he'd brought. Though it was not nearly as soft as someone like her deserved, he knew it would hold the heat much better than her old one. Adar draped it around her shoulders, and, sweet, trusting thing that she was, she made no protest about his proximity, nor did she flinch when the backs of his knuckles caressed her cheek.

She looked from him, to the blanket, and back again. Without warning, she sprang forward, wrapping her arms around his middle, but where he usually expected the bite of a dagger after such an impact, he found only comfort. He realized that she...was embracing him.

He looked down at her, only to find his nose buried in her hair. Her scent! He'd smelled it before, but to have her this close...it was intoxicating. Carefully bracing his hands on her waist, he leaned down a little farther. The tip of his nose brushed against her warm neck, and he could almost smell her pulse racing beneath her skin.

His nose must've been cold, for that small movement was enough to startle her into leaping back. His fëa, dark and fractured as it was, wept at the loss of her, even though she'd only been in contact with him for a moment.

It had been so long since he'd been held like that.

Alarm settled into her expression and she began stammering apologies. Her new blanket slipped from one shoulder, and without a word, Adar stepped toward her and pulled it back into place.

Her voice dropped away as she realized what he was doing. His hands laid lightly upon her shoulders, sliding slowly upward until he was able to cup her cheeks carefully between his scarred fingers. Her eyes, now wide with wonder rather than fear, looked up at him.

"You have done nothing which warrants an apology, my lady," Adar murmured giving her small smile. She was so beautiful, so fragile compared to him. He would risk no injury coming to her. Not even the discomfort of the abating cold; slowly, their breaths became less visible as the fire grew in the hearth. "Why did you not tell me about the state of your blanket?"

"I did not wish to trouble you, my lord," she answered sheepishly. "I had already requested a replacement from the head of the Men in our section, but I was told I'd have to speak with Waldreg. Given my previous encounters with him, I...decided that the cold was preferable."

Disquiet twisted within him. Waldreg was distasteful enough without having caused his lady trouble. He was quite certain he'd tear the little worm of a Man limb from limb with a grin on his lips if he dared harm his lady.

Adar would have to speak with him about that.

"Has he mistreated you?" He tried to keep his tone as steady as possible, but a slight edge still managed to creep in.

"He expressed a few less than polite sentiments, but no more. It is not a crime for him to dislike me, my lord," she said, but her attempt to calm his ire only made him angrier on her behalf. Would she not express her anger even at someone as wretched and cruel as Waldreg?

"In future, come directly to me. You need not be afraid. I would be pleased to assist you, my lady," he promised, and his heart stuttered as she nodded her head.

As soon as he left her shelter, he sought Waldreg. The miserable little rat had much to answer for.

As the winter winds began to wane, I found myself increasingly glad of Lord Adar's kindness. Not shivering through the night was a pleasant change. I'd thought that after our conversation he seemed rather tense, but thus far I had seen no results.

However, as I returned from harvesting a small bunch of mushrooms for the soup that night, a vicelike grip clamped around my arm, tugging me off balance and dragging me into the small, dark alleyway between two repurposed buildings.

A hand covered my mouth just as a knifepoint pressed cold and unyielding against my racing pulse.

"You vicious little bitch," a familiar voice snarled against my ear. "What lies did you tell him? How did you make him hate me?"

I whimpered but dared not move for fear of the sharp steel at my throat.

"'You will not treat my children or those pledged to me with disrespect,' he said. He's had me shoveling shit in the kennels for weeks, and word around camp is that he only came to me after speaking with you!" Waldreg sounded furious, and, indeed, I could detect the lingering scent of the wargs' leavings clinging to my attacker and his clothing. The more agitated he grew, the more his hands shook. Pain pricked my skin, and a hot red tear trickled down my throat staining the neckline of my dress. "What'd you do? Lift your skirt for him? Whisper in those ragged little ears of his? Give me one good reason I shouldn't gut you here and feed you to the wargs."

I began struggling in earnest, but his anger kept his grip tight. Still his hand covered my mouth, preventing any attempts at speech. A cruel laugh trickled across my ears, and he dragged his knife downwards until it rested directly above my heart.

"I thought not." I tried to cringe away, but that accomplished nothing save fueling the cruel old bastard's amusement as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Say goodnight!"

Instead of the bite of a blade, however, I was abruptly released. A gurgling sound came from behind me, and when I turned, I saw Lord Adar's gauntlet-covered hand lifting Waldreg off the ground by his throat. The cold glare on the Uruk's face revealed not a single mite of mercy for the Man thrashing in his grasp.

"My lady, go inside. I will join you in a moment," Adar called, and after a single shocked blink, I rushed off to do as he'd ordered. My basket lay in the mud, entirely forgotten amongst the chaos. A small crowd of Uruks had gathered around to witness Waldreg's demise and jeer at him, but I couldn't stay.

As terrible as he was, I didn't want to. Trembling, I closed the door after myself and stumbled toward my sleeping space. Quickly wrapping the blanket Adar had given me around my shoulders, I tried to steady my breathing instead of listening to the commotion outside.

I had no idea how long I'd been sitting there when the crowd fell silent and the door finally opened. Terrified that Waldreg had somehow survived and was coming to seek his revenge, I backed into the corner beside the hearth and tried to stay as small as possible.

I had no weapons with which to fight. Hiding would be my only chance to survive, especially if Adar had not been able to stop him.

"My lady?" Adar's voice called gently into the space, though he saw no sign of her. He spotted a small movement from the far side of the hearth. Why was she hiding? Her eyes were wide and fearful, even as he approached.

Suddenly, her assertion about Waldreg expressing 'a few less than polite sentiments, but no more' felt grossly incorrect. If she was this frightened, he must've threatened her.

Adar hoped that she heard him screaming his apologies before his death.

Or...could it be that he'd finally managed to frighten her with his cruelty? That thought sent a bolt of icy dread through him.

Dropping silently to his knees beside her, he unclipped his gauntlet and dropped it beside him. He wouldn't dare touch her while wearing it after it had touched that scum, not without cleaning it first. He offered her his hand, afterwards, and she accepted it without hesitation.

She needed no coaxing to come to him, shuffling over and resting before him on her knees with her blanket still around her shoulders.

"You need not fear, my lady. He will haunt your steps no more," he murmured, and the relieved little sniffle that escaped her had Adar moving closer and gently brushing her tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

His skin was rough, but he was careful. He didn't want to hurt her, or for her to fear him. She had every right to after she'd seen him lifting Waldreg off the ground in the midst of his rage. He certainly would not blame her, but he did not want that. If ever she shrank away from him as she'd tried to do from that contemptible worm earlier, he thought his heart may shatter irreparably.

So, with the most soothing tone he could muster - one he'd not used in over an Age - he placed a gentle kiss upon her brow and spoke.

"You are safe with me, hiril vuin. None shall raise a hand to you again." Carefully, he pulled the edge of the blanket away just far enough to see the small trail of dried blood from where she'd been cut. Regret was as foul upon his tongue as bile.

He should have found them sooner. Moving away only long enough to fetch a pitcher of water and a cloth, Adar sat close to her upon his return. He began to wipe her skin clean in slow, careful strokes, murmuring quiet, earnest praise for how brave she'd been and for trusting him to help her.

She rested her cheek upon his shoulder as he set the cloth aside, prompting him instinctively to wrap his arms around her and brace his chin atop her head.

"Thank you, my lord," she breathed, and he was acutely aware of his own heart racing in his chest. Could she hear its rhythm even with the chestplate of his armor in the way?

As he began to tell her that he'd done no more than his duty, the door to her shelter opened, revealing the three other ladies who shared the small space with her. Adar grated at the interruption, despite their low curtsies as soon as they caught sight of him holding his lady in his arms.

"Sleep elsewhere tonight," he ordered them, and once they'd departed, he let out a tense breath. Speaking then to his lady, he softened his tone once more. "Tomorrow, I shall have you moved to chambers befitting one of your station."

She blinked beautifully up at him, dampness clinging to her lashes like dewdrops in the early morn.

"'My station,' my lord?"

A slow smile stretched his lips.

"Indeed. If you are to serve at the right hand of the Lord of Mordor, you cannot be seen huddling in the corner of a ruined shack."

Her eyes went wide, and her lips parted in a near-silent gasp.

"A-At your right hand?"

He nodded his head in confirmation.

"Assuming that such a thought appeals to you, of course," he said, but the smile that lit up her face told him all that he needed to know about her enthusiasm.

The next morning, I awoke wrapped in Lord Adar's arms and the blanket he'd given me. I should've felt embarrassment, but I could muster no more than a groggy sense that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

As soon as we managed to peel ourselves from the ground, we gathered my meager possessions, and Adar led me to the tavern. He had ruled from there since day one, but I hadn't been aware until that moment that he'd been living there as well. I supposed that his choice made sense. The upper level was where the owner used to live, having the benefit of a bedroom and a small bathing room complete with a claw-foot tub.

"Unless you object, we shall be sharing the bedroom," he explained as we climbed the creaky wooden staircase. "I'm afraid that there was little more than a musty mattress here to begin with, so I'll have a second bedroll brought up today. If there is anything you require once you have settled in, please do not hesitate to tell me."

"Thank you, my lord," I replied, and as I set myself up on one side of the room directly across from his own sleeping area, one of his children called him away to handle a conflict on the other side of the camp.

Late that night, I walked into the small communal area where Lord Adar sat by the fire, gazing into its depths as if it held the answers to all of his questions. Not wishing to disturb his thoughts, I began to move away, but a quiet call of my name in that deliciously raspy voice of his froze me in place.

"Is everything to your satisfaction, my lady?" He called, and I turned to find his gaze already fixed on me.

"Yes, my lord," I murmured, "thank you for allowing me to stay here."

"The pleasure is mine. Come, warm yourself by the fire," he offered, and I dropped to my knees on the furs beside him. We sat in companionable silence for a while with only the crackling of the fire in the grate reaching our ears. "Something troubles you, does it not?"

I nodded my head and he tilted his own beside me.

"Tell me." Despite his soft tone, the command made me bite my lip.

"I...My lord, given the new position with which you have honored me, I believe it..." I stumbled over the words, eventually taking a deep breath to compose myself. "Would it not be inappropriate for me to continue in this particular role without having sworn my loyalty to you?"

The question came out in a breathless rush, but Adar either did not notice over the hissing of the fire or he was too polite to comment upon it.

"So far as all the others are concerned, you did so before we ever took your village." His eyes skimmed the length of my face as he spoke. "As you will recall, I promised you that I would not force you to do so."

"And you have kept to your word," I began. "I have not felt coerced. I offer my loyalty to you freely."

Adar sat up straighter and drew in a sharp breath.

"You only need do so if you truly wish for us to be bound," he said placing his hand softly atop mine where it rested amongst the furs. His eyes searched mine as if trying to determine whether I was serious.

"I'm certain, my lord," I said, and he, apparently finding what he was looking for, gave a solemn nod of his head.

"Very well. As with your kin, Black Speech is not a language known to you, thus I will not require your vow in that tongue," he murmured, and I couldn't stop the question that fell from my lips.

"Would it be possible to learn at some point?"

Adar smiled, a mix of pride and surprise playing across his features in the glowing, flickering light of the fire.

"I shall teach you personally, hiril vuin," he promised, and his expression became more serious. "Have you ever sworn loyalty to another?"

"No, my lord."

"Do you recall the words being spoken during the oaths of fealty given by your people?"

"Yes, my lord." I bowed my head, intending to show my respect in that manner, but warm, gentle fingers grasped my chin and lifted my head back up. Adar's gaze met my own, and unless the firelight was deceiving me, I saw a soft sort of affection swimming in his eyes as he looked at me.

"Before all else, I wish you to swear that you will never bow to me unless I explicitly give you the order to do so," he rasped as his thumb brushed over my lower lip.

"I swear it, my lord. I will not bow to you unless you give me the order to do so." Having extracted that promise, he seemed satisfied to allow me to continue as I had been. His fingers fell away from my chin only to grasp my own and lay them atop his chest where beneath his heart lay beating. "I hereby swear my allegiance to you, Adar, Lord-Father of the Uruks, founder of the land of Mordor...and protector of mortal children silly enough to wander the forest alone. This I pledge from now until the last breath leaves my body."

Adar listened with something akin to wonder in his eyes, and when I finished, his gaze strayed down to my lips. But...something seemed off.

"Is...something amiss, my lord? I could always use different words, if you prefer...?"

He shook his head quietly.

"There was no fault in your diction."

"Then...what troubles you?" I asked, unconsciously repeating his own words from earlier. He shifted before me, as if he was bothered by what he was about to say. Regretful, perhaps?

"An oath means little on its own," Adar murmured unsheathing a small knife that he'd apparently concealed upon his person. "Only blood can bind."

Whose blood did he mean? Did he want me to use it on myself? Did he wish to use it on me? Or did he want me to use it on us both?

An idea struck me, and I grasped my necklace in the palm of my left hand. Carefully, I set his knife aside, guiding his gauntlet-covered hand over mine. Looking into his eyes, I felt the unyielding metal dig into the soft skin of my hand. Without warning, I squeezed his hand, which in turn forced the sharp, ancient metal deep enough into my skin to draw blood. As comprehension dawned in his eyes, his pupils dilated, and something resembling hunger turned his gaze into a blazing flame boring into me.

His hand released mine long enough for the pendant to fall from my grasp, and when he turned my palm upwards, twin gashes welled with blood. Swallowing heavily, Adar lifted my hand, and as his lips met crimson, his eyes sought mine.

A gasp tumbled from my throat as his tongue lapped slowly at my skin, just barely grazing the inner edges of the two weeping cuts. It stung, of course, but the pain combined with such a ravenous stare from the Uruk lord sent a wave of heat rushing between my legs.

A breathy, wanton whimper escaped me, and in a blink, I found myself on my back atop the furs with my lord straddling my hips. He pressed my bleeding palm against his cheek, and, bracing his free hand on the floor beside my head, Adar placed a line of fiery kisses along the column of my throat from hollow to chin with his blood-drenched lips.

I'd wanted him to look at me like this, to touch me and desire me like this, from the moment we were reunited, and now that he was, it was as though my very soul had been lit aflame. I wanted everything he wished to give me, and then some.

Before his mouth had the chance to claim mine, however, there was a rough knock on the door. Adar pulled back a few inches, and we stared into each other's eyes, panting together as reality sank back in and a second knock sounded.

"I think you ought to retire for the night, my lady," he rasped laying a final kiss upon my palm before getting to his feet. My blood was a dark red streak upon his face, but he seemed not to care. He called for whoever was at the door to wait a moment, taking the time to help me to my feet and bidding me goodnight before seeing to our caller. His lips were still the deep red shade of the life flowing through my mortal veins.

I hurried up the stairs to our shared sleeping space before I could see who'd interrupted us. With a quick glance into the cracked fragment of a mirror stowed in the corner of the room, I saw a sloppy, red trail where Adar's lips had been.

I didn't bother to clean it off before I crawled into my bedroll, choosing instead to slip my fingers beneath my smallclothes as I recalled the feeling of him doing as he wished with me. With a broken, muffled whine of his name against my blanket, I found completion, but a part of me wondered how much more satisfying it would have been had his fingers been in place of mine.

The next fortnight felt as though it was a specialized form of torture. Adar seemed to be called away by a never-ending series of problems that required solutions. Often his day began earlier than I awoke and ended long after I'd retired to bed. Ensuring I'd completed every task he'd left for me was the least I could do considering how busy his own position kept him.

Occasionally, we did still manage to sneak a meal or a short conversation with one another, but we had yet to discuss what had happened the night I pledged myself to him. Almost every night, the memory of the hunger in his eyes drove me to desperation, haunting my dreams and forcing me to muffle my cries as I tended to my own burning desire.

One of the few times he returned before I fell asleep, I'd just whimpered his name into my pillow. As he ascended the staircase, I heard his footsteps, and I tried to muffle my shame as it was too late to stop entirely. The fear of discovery lanced through me as I heard him approach the door. I tried to steady my breathing, and hoped that in the low lighting, he would not notice how disheveled I looked.

Either I was successful, or he was in a sadistic mood, because he sidled over to his own bedroll and began stripping down. I'd seen him without the armor before, but when he shucked off his upper garments, the sight of his scarred, toned torso was enough to make me bite my tongue to stifle a gasp.

The outline of his masculinity in his trousers as he laid his clothing in a neat pile sent a fresh wave of wetness soaking my inner thighs. Oh, how was I meant to sleep after seeing...that?

Adar laid down, and just when I thought he'd fallen asleep, his voice broke through the silence.

"Sweet dreams, my lady." I could hear the teasing smile in his voice.

Oh. My cheeks burned at the realization that he'd likely heard me.

"...Good night, my lord," I murmured, hating how shaky I sounded.

Spring changed very few things in Mordor, save the temperatures, yet with each passing day, Adar's lady seemed to smile just a little wider.

He wanted to give her more reasons to do so, however. It was not enough that they had been living in close quarters since that night in her shelter. It was not enough that he'd made her smile and laugh before. Adar needed to do it again.

But more than that, he needed to hear those things which it was not at all civilized to consider. It was not enough that he had tasted her blood and her skin and her racing pulse. He'd heard her make beautiful, pleasure-filled sounds when she thought he was out of earshot or asleep. But it was never enough. He needed to hear her moan his name, to see her arch her back beneath him in the throes of ecstasy. He needed her.

Teasing her had been as much a torture for him as it likely was for her. Adar had become addicted to pain in one form or another over the millennia, and the mental strain of denying himself the pleasure of her touch was not unfamiliar, but it was forcing him to a breaking point, nonetheless. He knew that he would likely snap as he had when she'd sworn him her loyalty. That rush had been like a dam releasing an unstoppable flood, his hunger turning him into a ravenous beast.

She hadn't minded, as he thought she might. She'd enjoyed it. The sight of her lying beneath him panting as her blood practically dripped from his lips made him achingly hard each time he dwelled upon the memory for too long.

Still, she deserved better. Better than him, better than a moment of animalistic need. He found himself wondering about how best to give her all of himself.

Adar supposed that was how he'd ended up in the doorway of the small bathing room. The claw-footed tub was filled with steaming water as he'd ordered, and relaxing within it was his lady. She'd deserved a moment of peace after having completed every single task he'd given her with such dedication. It was a small reward, hardly as much as she deserved, but at the moment, it was all he could give.

He tried not to allow his gaze to drop beneath the water's surface, but his restraint was weak after the last two weeks of self-imposed denial. Truly, he intended merely to check that she was well, but the temptation of seeing her soft skin dripping with hot water was too great. The Lord of Mordor lingered in the doorway just long enough to feel his lower garments grow tight, and for her eyes to meet his as his lust clawed at his restraint.

As a moth drawn to a flame, he found himself walking slowly into the room, summoned by her curious gaze. The hot water reached her collarbones, and Adar felt the urge rising within him to claim her.

He knelt beside the tub, his face mere inches from her own, and removed his armor, gauntlet and all. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and dipped a washcloth into the hot water. The back of his hand brushed against the swell of her breast, and they both let out quiet gasps.

Still, Adar refused to look down into the depths of the sage blossom oil scented water. Wringing the washcloth out until it was just wet enough for him to clean his face, he began to do so, only for his lady to take it from his hands. With her breasts pressed up against the side of the tub, her soft, gentle fingers held his head in place as she carefully wiped away the grime.

Without a word, he turned his head and kissed her palm where twin scars were already forming. Adar would've preferred that she spill his own blood - that was what he'd originally intended - but since she'd chosen that pain, the least he could do was show the proper amount of reverence for her actions.

"Is there anything you need, Adar?" Her voice was shaky and breathless as it so often was when he caught her off-guard.

"No. This night is for you. Relax as long as you wish," he murmured, but as he stood to leave her in peace, he noted that she tried valiantly to hide her disappointment. Without turning back - if he did, he might do something impulsive - he called over his shoulder, "Patience, my lady, and you shall have all that you desire."

His hardness did not abate until long after they'd settled into their bedrolls and her breathing had evened out in the serenity of sleep.

Adar could not wait much longer. Her sweetness was as a siren's call to him.

Thus, his plan began to form. Once the spring was fully upon them, he approached her as he often did for conversation.

"My lady, I wonder if you might spare me a moment of your time?" He asked, and she smiled joyfully up at him - truly, that should not have made his heart stutter the way it did.

"Of course, my lord. You may have as much of my time as you desire," she replied, and oh, she had no idea what she was offering!

"Do you enjoy riding horses?"

She tilted her head curiously, but the way her smile widened had him mentally congratulating himself for selecting this particular tactic.

"I do, though, it has been quite some time since I've had the opportunity."

"Come," he urged offering her his hand. She didn't hesitate to take it. The feeling of her touch would be seared into his mind for as long as he lived. Drawing her close, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "I intend to steal you away."

Her lips parted in surprise, and just as he was about to apologize for his forthrightness, she squeezed his fingers in hers.

"I could not hope to be stolen by any more worthy." His breath hitched in his chest, and he tamped down the temptation to skip his plan entirely and take her atop his own sleeping furs. No. He'd been alive since before the waking of the world. He could wait a little longer.

"Then, maybe I should play the part...?" Adar suggested with a mischievous smirk. Before she could ask what he meant, he lifted her by the waist, tossed her over his shoulder - an action which tugged a surprised shriek from her lips - and carried her to his horse that way.

"My lord!"

"My lady!" He called back in answer as he felt her gentle, mortal hands lay across the back of his armor. Surely she knew he would never drop her?

Soon, he placed her atop his mount, and she giggled breathlessly at the situation. Her mussed hair and bright eyes lit a spark within his heart, and lower, not that he would admit it to any, save her. Swinging up easily, he settled in behind her, grasping the horse's reins in one hand and bracing the other over the softness of her diaphragm. As close as they were, he was in the perfect position to whisper in her ear.

"Fear not, my lady," he breathed, "you shan't fall."

One of her hands covered his, and he urged their horse forward. For nearly two hours they rode, crossing from ashen, desolate terrain into the gentle rolling grasses of the land beyond Mordor's fiery shadow.

The rhythmic roll of her hips against his became almost hypnotic. The Lord of Mordor he might be, but his restraint was still utterly devastated by her. They dismounted when they reached a meadow peppered with small saplings.

Tying their horse's reins to a sturdy one, Adar offered his lady his hand. The sun was just beginning to glow a gentle orange. It would set soon, and he greatly desired to see his lady bathed in starlight.

"It is no secret that I favor you, my lady," Adar began as they wandered leisurely amongst the blooming flowers, and that was the closest he'd ever come to an admission...to a confession of that nature. "Even the Uruks farthest from the center of our camp know that I...that you are under my protection."

"Indeed. I would say that is true," she agreed, clearly not certain at what point he was driving with his rambling. "I am honored beyond words to have your favor and protection, my lord–"

"Adar. Here - anywhere away from prying eyes and unwelcome ears - you may call me Adar," he corrected gently, and her fingers squeezed his in gratitude. "I brought you here today, because I wish to ask for your counsel."

"You shall always have it, Adar," she assured, "though, I am not certain what advice I could provide that would be wiser than your own. I have very little experience with war and strategy."

He stopped walking and turned to face her - a mistake, because she was almost ethereally encompassed by the warmth of the sunset. He swallowed heavily to recover his voice.

"It is not war about which I require your thoughts," he began, bringing her hand to his ruined lips. "I have lived in shadow for so long, yet recently I have found myself prey to a feeling which I have not experienced in many Ages."

She tilted her head curiously.

"What might that be?"

Adar reached gently toward her with his free hand, cupping her cheek.

"Love," he rasped, looking into her eyes, hoping she would catch the meaning within his words. Admitting that a horrid creature like him had fallen head over heels for a beautiful being like her was tantamount to sacrilege. Yet...in several instances, he believed that he'd seen his own affection reflected in her eyes. Indeed, the moans he'd heard from her would seem to indicate that she desired him.

But it was too much to hope that she could love him. He was certain she desired him, but...love? Could a Human woman truly love an Uruk when the rest of her kind looked down on them in scorn and disgust? Had he been a fool to bring her here?

She stepped closer to him, looking up into his eyes–

Her expression stole his breath. He had not hung the stars in the sky, nor had he wrought treasures like the Silmarils. He had not created even a single thing of beauty. All he'd done was try to give his children a home.

And yet...she looked at him as though he was more worthy of praise than the most virtuous of kings, the most honorable of knights, and the most devoted of husbands. Could it be possible?

Could she...?

"I am afraid that I have little experience with love, Adar, but I will help if I can." As afraid as he might be of losing her, he must speak now or lose her forever.

"In your opinion, who is worthy of love?" He asked, and she let out a small huff of laughter, as if the question was a foolish one. "Have I said something amusing?"

"A bit," she admitted, but she was quick to place her free hand over his heart, "but not in the way you might think. Everyone is worthy of love, even - and, perhaps, most especially - the Lord-Father of the Uruks."

Was he truly so transparent that she could see his fears so easily? Or had she managed to worm her way so far into his heart without his knowledge that it was already a bosom companion to her own?

"...And you have it." His eyes snapped back up to hers - when had he looked away? His hunger and adoration for her rose up in a great wave, consuming him from the inside as he wove his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and drew her into a passionate kiss.

He'd dreamed of having her pressed up against him, of drinking her pleasure from her lips.

She moaned into Adar's mouth, and he was struck by the realization that she was so much better than any phantom images that his imagination could conjure. He dragged his lips and teeth to the corner of her jaw, and spoke in a hoarse, rasping whisper.

"I need you as I need air, meleth-nín." He grasped her waist as her arms drew him ever closer. "You steal my breath, yet without you I cannot breathe. Have mercy...Have mercy upon your most devoted servant..."

As the orange sky bled pink, his lips trailed down her neck, savoring those places which had driven him to the edge of madness when he sampled her before the fire. His name escaped her lips on the back of a desperate whine.

"What do you need? Tell me," Adar breathed, and she tilted her head to offer him more of her neck.

"Take me, touch me, please! I'll be good, so good, only for you," she begged, and the sound went straight to the stiffening length between his legs. He would love nothing more than to have her beg for him all night, but this time she would have no need to. Tonight, the beginning of their time as one, he would fulfill her every desire with a minimum of teasing. He'd done too much of that of late.

Her fingers dove into his hair, and a moan poured from his throat, rumbling against her pretty skin.

"Is that what you want? Do you wish to be a good girl for me?" She released a varied stream of yeses and pleas for him to do as he wished with her, and he acceded to her request with a kiss, quelling any doubt she may have had that he would do this for her. He would do anything for her, even unto the destruction of Middle Earth. "Do you wish to be mine?"

"Yes!" Her answer was akin to a desperate sob, and he wasted no time, immediately indulging her.

Tugging his cloak from his armor, Adar spread it over the grass. He would not have her dress covered in stains, nor grass blades stuck to her skin. The cloth created a sharp contrast - an onyx patch amidst a sea of pinks, purples, reds, and yellows - the dark to the meadow's light, just as she was the light to his darkness. She completed him, enthralled him, drove him mad, and tonight he would show her just how much.

She went for the ties fastening her dress, but he caught her hands in his and took over. She was a gift more precious than anything which the Valar could bestow upon their servants, and he would unwrap her accordingly.

As the laces binding the back of her dress fell away one at a time, Adar explored his lover's mouth with all the tenderness and gentleness that his cruel, twisted body could muster. He hadn't even realized that her tricky little fingers had begun to fiddle with his armor until his breastplate fell away.

In a flurry of discarded garments, they were each revealed to the other in all their beauty and all their flaws. Their shared vulnerability stilled their hands for an anxious moment, but only for a moment.

Adar's breath hitched in his chest when the soft lips he'd tasted mere seconds before connected with the scarred flesh over his heart. He'd expected pity, fear, regret - not reverence. Instead, as she looked up at him, he saw nothing but sincerity in her expression.

"You are gorgeous," she said, as though she could not tell that he had but one part of his body which was untouched by scars.

...As though she meant it. He realized with a sharp intake of breath that she did. She grasped his hands and they sank onto his cloak together, she on her back and he kneeling between her legs. His interest jutted toward her, but he could not find it within himself to be ashamed, not when he was with her. Not when a piece of his armor hung on a chain around her neck, resting comfortably above her breast.

"There is no beauty finer in this world than yours."

Spread nude before him over his cloak, Adar's lady looked up at him with an adoration he had not believed possible. Not when directed at an Uruk such as he. His lips met hers once more, but this time, he forced himself to be much more controlled. He wanted her, yes, but he also wanted her to know that she had his love.

Kissing his way steadily down her body, the Lord-Father of the Uruks had no doubt that he must look as hungry for her as he felt. Practically feral with pent-up desire, he needed her writhing on his tongue. His hands trembled with the effort it took to slow his movements, to take his time.

Abruptly, as his eyes met hers from between her legs, he realized that she very much had the capacity to destroy him. With a single declaration of hatred or a look of disgust, she could easily take his stone heart and pulverize it into powder.

How easily could she shred beyond repair what little remained of his soul!

Not even Morgoth had been able to do that. This mortal woman, this sweet, brave lady had no idea of the power that she possessed. The smart thing to do - the strategically wise path - would have been to kill her then and there while she lay vulnerable and trusting before him, begging for one more touch, one more kiss, one more moan, one more scrap of his attention.

Instead, he picked up his discarded gauntlet and slid her much smaller hand inside it. The clasps were quick work, and though she looked confused at first, once he lifted her thighs over his shoulders and guided her hand to his hair, understanding dawned in her eyes. She understood. He wanted her to feel powerful. She was his equal and she deserved to know it.

Even with sharp, unyielding metal covering her fingertips, they scraped so gently over his scalp as he lost himself in the flood between her thighs. She moaned and whimpered, squirming in his hold, but through it all, she never once hurt him.

Adar knew that she wouldn't. Even as she cried out his name for all the world to hear, drenching his tongue and chin, her grip in his hair was careful. Her thighs tensed in his grasp, squeezing his head in an intoxicating vice. Groaning and snarling against her sensitive folds, he couldn't bring himself to pull away until she was shaking in the midst of over-sensitivity.

"Adar, please," she breathed as he moved up her body. Hunger raged and burned in his eyes - he could deny himself no longer. Grasping her wrists, he pinned them easily above her head as he claimed her lips. His tongue delved into the softness of her mouth, taking with it the lingering taste of her.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him close enough for his tip to catch on her entrance. With synchronized groans, he pressed inside of her, joining their bodies together as one.

Profane language not meant for the ears of such a creature as her spilled from his throat in a guttural stream of Black Speech. Dipping his head, Adar moaned against her breast and surged forward, drawing a sinful mewl from deep within her throat.

"You have me. You take me so well," he praised in a raspy whisper, nibbling at her earlobe as he thrust into her slowly. Gradually, she stripped him of his sense and control, tugging from within him a steady flow of praise and filth in Elvish and Black Speech - promises to treasure her for the rest of his days, to protect her, and to draw from her so many screams each night that all of Mordor would be unable to deny his claim over her.

When she managed to roll her hips beneath him to meet his thrusts, begging him to use her, to ruin her, what could he do but grant his lady's wish?

In a quick movement, he'd repositioned them both so that she was astride his hips. Pulling her arms behind her back and tugging slightly so that her chest was pushed toward him, Adar looked into her eyes.

"If you wish your lord to use you, then move those hips," he ordered. Leaning in, he brushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear and whispered a bit more gently to her. "Ride me, meleth. Show me that I have you."

She obeyed him instantly, finding a steady rhythm which, aided by his fingers toying with her clit, would have her tipping over the edge in mere moments. Indeed, her hips soon stuttered, and he gripped the back of her neck, forcing her eyes to meet his.

"Do not look away. Look at the pleasure I can give you," he commanded, and as she nodded frantically, beginning to fall apart, he felt his heart stutter in his chest. "Yes, look upon the Uruk who loves you."

At that, she sobbed and collided firmly with her orgasm. She fluttered around his length, calling his name in lovelorn whimpers and gasps.

Who needed Valinor when she was its very embodiment?

He released her wrists, and she threw her arms around his neck, claiming his lips with her own. His hands slid down her back, landing squarely on her hips. Holding her steady, Adar thrust up into her, making her yelp in surprise. He needed very little now; he was close.

"Where do you wish me?" Adar breathed against her lips, and he could feel the heat burning her cheeks.

"Inside," she answered hiding her face against his neck, and he moaned against her shoulder. Her name tore from him in an almost pained whine as he spilled within her. He clutched her to him so tightly that he'd undoubtedly left bruises in his wake, but he would kiss them all in apology when they'd caught their breath.

Neither seemed eager to release the other, so in their embrace they remained exploring one another with gentle fingers and loving lips until long after the moon had risen and stars had winked their way into the sky. When he dared to lean back far enough to look into her eyes, Adar was met with love bathed in glittering starlight.

He wondered if he'd hurt her, but the smile stretching her lips said otherwise. The armor piece that she'd made into a necklace still rested upon the smooth expanse of her chest - a perfect accompaniment to his gauntlet upon her arm.

The ride back to camp seemed too short by far, but their bedrolls - which would soon be joined into one - called out to them so sweetly. Adar was used to the bows and deference he received from his children, but he knew in his heart that his decision had been right when upon their return he heard the Uruks repeating a particular phrase as they passed.

His lover had heard part of it before, but now there were a few more words to it.

"What is that they keep saying?" She whispered the question to him, and he couldn't keep himself from smiling proudly. "It sounds familiar, but different."

"'Tis Black Speech. They are saying 'make way for the Lord and Lady of Mordor,'" he answered kissing her temple as they approached their home.

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missygoesmeow · 5 months ago

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Adar hands :) mostly for practice and I wanted to draw his right hand

#my-art #adar #adar trop #adariel #trop #the rings of power #adar x galadriel #adar x reader #kinda

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thatlittlered · 8 months ago

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rings of power men | tropes

warning(s): light TROP spoilers, gn!reader used throughout

author's note: most of these will be turned into actual fics :)

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Elrond + friends to lovers

GIF by @fukutomichi

As kind as summer, as gentle as the soft rays of sun upon your faces whilst you sit in each other's company and he is weaving, unbeknownst to you, tales of your wit and beauty in his mind; poems he would never dare show you. It was love long before either of you knew what to call it.

Gil-galad + opposites attract

GIF by @fukutomichi

Born and raised the son of kings, Gil-galad has known nothing but duty during his lifetime. A King neither ventures, nor tries his hand at passing affections, and yet the curse of a still beating heart inevitably finds him when his lieutenant and trusted friend Círdan is apprenticed by a lovely lowly elf.

Celebrimbor + soulmates

GIF by @dailyflicks

It is instant, absolute. As if the two of you were born a mystical creature, bearing two faces, four arms and four legs, until the Valar separated you and forced you to spend eternity searching for your other half. In the worst of times and the most unlikely of places, the search has come to cease. Alas, so has the time of peace.

Arondir + forbidden love

GIF by @lousolversons

The Silvan elf comes to respect the race of men for what they are during his time in the Southlands and whilst he dare not admit it, it does pertain with knowing you. It is hard to care for the hateful gazes of villagers when your own gaze is so tender under the moonlight, your hands cold and decisive when you touch him here where no one can hear or see. Though he has not tasted mortality, it must taste like you and the urgency you kiss him with, as if in fear the sun might never rise again.

Elendil + forbidden love, age gap

GIF by @frodo-sam

This man was born to be your dutiful protector, loyal like no other and sworn to serve you as his ruler with everything he has. Loyalty and love tend to melt into each other, merge so that it is impossible to tell them apart. It is a tormenting, silent agreement that neither of you may speak on these feelings and yet, it... overwhelms.

Valandil + childhood sweethearts

GIF by @fukutomichi

To know and love Valandil comes as easy as breathing air. You have been doing both for just as long, you think. Childish adoration blossoms in time until your souls are tethered and he will commit his life to earning rank and making it official, from the streets of Númenor to the edge of the world, where he hopes to travel with you.

Isildur + love triangle, second chance

GIF by @vidalharkness

Isildur has always held a deep admiration for you, a childish infatuation even, but your bond with Valandil always comes before all and he happily accepts things as they are for a long time. Friendship is of equal, if not grander, worth and he considers both of you his dear friends above all. Until Valandil is killed, that is. The love each of you have for him and each other perseveres until grief threatens to swallow you whole. On the precipice of desperation, a teary kiss is meant to bring comfort. Yes, of course. That is what this must be.

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bonus:

Adar + enemies to lovers

GIF by @anthemias

Sauron saw in you every weakness, every earthly, pathetic desire to be appreciated and loved when everyone and everything has been cruelly ripped from you. To be part of something larger than the pain eating away at your chest until your days in Middle Earth are over and you can find refuge in the arms of those who unlike you, gave their lives for a greater cause. He saw and took full advantage. Adar sees it now too when he looks at you; the agony of knowing you have played into the hands of evil itself just as he has. There is always a sliver of affection in understanding another, is there not?

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lordofthescrolls · 9 months ago

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Heliophilia (Adar x Elf reader x slight Sauron)

Part One of Heliophilia

Summary: You were one of the first elves to be created, a representation of sunlight itself. You remember being happy… Until the day Sauron came and took that happiness from you… For years you were his captive until the day you escaped. You spent decades hiding until he found you again… Now you are trapped under the watchful gaze of a uruk with a tragic past.

You lived in the remote forests of the Southlands.

Any elves who knew you before your fall would call you crazy. You lived a quite life away from everything except for the creatures that you lived alongside with. You kept your garden healthy and your small home tidy from dust and cobwebs.

But you didn’t mind the loneliness, you quite liked it after the years you spent prisoner to…

Your hand stopped moving as you stared at the half chopped carrot that you needed for the stew. A raven who you’ve come to call Mys, sat comfortable at the open kitchen window, watching you.

“It’s nothing.” You assured your little friend, “Just memories surfacing again.”

Mys seemed content with your words and you carried on with your quiet afternoon and your quiet life.

Quiet… You enjoyed the word now.

But life never remains quiet for long.

It was the dead of night when the orcs came giving you no warning to fight as they tied you up and threw a sack over your head. You screamed trying to free yourself from their tight grip. They shoved you into a cage where you remained for days.

You didn’t bother asking where you were being taken too. You had a feeling it was to whatever new master they were serving now. Mys followed from a distance squawking every once in a while to let you know that he was still there.

Instead of repeating your past mistakes and falling into a state of panic, you picked at the weak point of the cage each night. Always when the orcs were too loud in their celebrations to hear you. It was the fourth night that you felt a wave of relief wash over you as you weakened one of the corner walls. You waited for the shouts to come in before you kicked it down and made your escape.

You thought luck was on your side once more as you slipped out of the cell and into the trees running as fast as you could away from the orcs. You followed the sound of Mys’s faint squawks, making a sharp right. They journeyed North so I need to cut across the river behind me to make it back to my home. You devised your plan as you slipped between trees. You almost felt as if this was too easy… You hated being right.

Just as you made it onto a small dirt road you were swept up onto a horse and fear struck through you. You struggled to get free, digging your elbow into the captors side. He didn’t feel like an orc so maybe he was human…

“Faica umbar.” poor fate. He spoke in elvish, his voice deep as an ocean drowned in the night sky.

An elf… You thought in shock hearing your native tongue be spoken to you. You arched your back, barely making out his face in the night, but you could see his dark curls, “Ani lerya!” release me. You cried out to him.

“Losto vae.” sleep well. Was all he said before you felt a sharp sting across the back of your head and your world went dark.

He was there… The elf you laid eyes upon in the forest was here watching as you were dragged into the depths of the hidden mountain. Twisted in his looks as he was, you could still make out the remnants of the elf he used to be.

He spoke no words to you, nothing to comfort your fear as you were dragged by orks deeper into the tunnels… Deeper to their master. You felt betrayed by an elf you didn’t even know.

“Ah. So you have found her.” His familiar voice praised the orks as they tossed you down at his feet, at the bottom of the steps he stood atop of. Always looking down upon you.

“Sau— Sauron…” Your voice trembled in fear as you crawled back away from him, “You… You were dead. You are dead. You…”

“You always had poor aim.” He pulled back his tunic to reveal a long scar from the dagger I used that night…

You shook your head in disbelief as you whispered, “Ú…” no…

“My lovely verī.” wife… “How you’ve tried so very hard to hide yourself away. Didn’t I tell you?” He crouched down, towering over your form, “You can never escape me…” His grin was twisted, “You promised me everything once. I intend to hold you to that promise until your last breath.”

“I never spoke my vows.” You flared as you clutched onto your side with your right arm, “I am no more yours than the goodness you claim to have. Súrë túla cendeletyallo.” wind pours from your mouth. You spat at the ground.

He didn’t like that, not with the way his grin immediately fell from his face. He withdrew from you as he stood, turning to the throne he oh so loved, “Matters not. We are still bound in blood.” He sat on his throne and looked at you calmly, “You will always be mine.”

And deep down you knew he was right for who would save an elf without a name or family to run back too? Still you refused him.

You glared at him, “Nátyë necindo.” you are without heart.

“Take her to her cell. It will be your punishment until you prove to be the wife that I will make you be.” He motioned towards the dark elf who silently obeyed without question.

The elf took your left arm and guided you out of the stone room. You put up no fight as he led you. You couldn’t make a move of escape if you wanted to… Not with the orcs that lingered at every corner with weapons as sharp as diamond. He led you into a cell that had nothing but a small caught and an empty pot in the corner.

“An ngell nîn…” please… You whispered and grabbed onto his arm before he could leave, “Edraith enni.” save me… you begged, “I cannot do what he wants of me. You do not understand, this world will suffer under him please.”

He stood there for a moment before stepping out of your cell. An orc closed it as the elf walked away. You grabbed onto the bars calling out to him, “At least tell me your name elf!” You said, but he didn’t head your words.

You watched as the fire burned out with tears in your eyes. You were right back to where you started… Back to what you hated… Darkness.

You dreamt of the day he first found you by a creak in the mountains. You barely knew the world only just being created, but you left a trail of light wherever you went.

“I have always wondered if sunlight could take the form of a being…” Those were the first words he had ever spoken to you.

You were curious as to how you could understand him… “I have not yet met another who looks as I do…” Your voice trailed off. You were used to the creatures of the forest, but not another like yourself, “Who are you?” You asked as you stepped towards him.

“You may call me Sauron.” His smile was gentle, lulling you into a feeling of safety… A trap.

Days slipped into months and you refused to take any gifts from him. You knew the hidden meanings behind Sauron’s gifts of food and warmer clothing. He was nothing but a snake charmer, using trickier to get what he desired. So you kept to the promise you made to yourself and stayed rooted to your cell. That is until one day he grew impatient by your lack of progress…

“This didn’t have to be difficult… You used to be so obedient, frail like the first flower that blooms after a harsh winter… Delicate.” Sauron’s voice startled you from your slumber.

It was still dark, just like the first time you had met him in that forest all those years ago. Times were different then and you… You didn’t know who he was until it was too late.

“From the bottom of my heart I wanted to make this as painless as possible for you, but you just wouldn’t listen.” He mused as he shook his head, “But you were always stubborn, my precious sundrop.”

In a second he snapped his fingers and light filled your vision. It was then that you realized you were no longer in your cell, but in a room shackled to a stone table. You tried to wiggle yourself free as you looked at him with panic, “What are you going to do to me?”

He had a strange sense of calm as he spoke, leaving a chill down your spine.

“Everything.”

Adar checked on his children as he walked through the tunnels. It had been a day like any other, but there was a looming darkness that filled the air and left his children restless. He embarked on his rounds and that was when he heard it. His ears twitched as he listened to the faint scream that lingered through the tunnels. Could it be one of his children? He could only follow the noise to find out.

As he drew closer, taking different paths further from where his children and Sauron dwelled he found the mountain becoming colder… darker… It reminded him of the years when he was first taken from his home. That chilling sensation made him want to stop. He almost did, but then he heard it again.

This time he could clearly tell it was a woman’s voice and he vaguely wondered if it was the elf that his children had brought to Sauron many moons ago. He found out quickly that it was a when he turned the corner to find that elf screaming in pain…

“An ngell nîn!” please… You arched off of the chair as he surrounded you with fire. Your skin burned with each flicker of flame that licked your skin.

There was a hint of confusion in his voice as he spoke, “The elixir I gave you should have changed your body temperature by now… You used to glow like sunlight…” He poured like a child when his favorite toy is taken away, “Do you feel any different?”

You sobbed as you pleaded, “Please make it stop! Please!” You cried, “I can’t take this, it burns!”

He hummed curiously as he circled your body, “Flames never used to hurt you before… How strange.” He watched you for a minute longer before he tsked in disappointment and with a wave of his hand, he dispersed the flames.

“I was sure that it would work… I suppose I will have to make a few tweaks to the elixir... Better luck tomorrow!” He clapped his hands and turned, “Just the one I wish to see!” He regarded the elf and beckoned him inside the room, “Take her back to her room and I expect her here every night to continue my experiment.”

Adar took off the shackles on your wrist before carefully lifting your unconscious body from the stone slab.

“Adar.” Sauron called out to him though his tone lacked any humor and lightness he had before. It had the dark elf pausing in his step to look back at his master.

“My verī...” wife… “She will be under your watch and care.” Sauron ordered, “Anything happens to her and it will be your children who will unfortunately pay for your misdeeds. Do you understand?”

“I do…”

Adar walked through the tunnels, as he always did, but this time a heavy weight settled in his chest as he looked down at the elven maiden he carried. His life and his children’s lives were now intertwined with yours and any wrong move could cost him everything.

#lord of the rings imagine #adar x reader #lord of the rings #lotr imagine #rings of power #adar imagine #the rings of power #adar trop #sauron #sauron x reader #halbrand

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poetryvampire · 8 months ago

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✨️trop men and if they could get you off based mostly on vibes ✨️

💕Now to level the playing field let's give a simple y/n on if they could get the job done during your first time together and the overall mood of the evening. Mildly nsfw (I'm not gonna get too detailed...unless 👀)

Adar💀 Yes. Woof, not to get too crass right off the bat but daddy is the name he earned so yes absolutely. Also brace yourself it will be kinkier than you think and it will awaken something in you. And it would start off painfully slow just easing you into it lightly. Seems like a great opportunity to try things you've been curious about but beware you're getting into like five kinks that haven't even crossed you mind before. One minute you're having a romantic candle lit dinner then Bam youre wearing a chain collar with his name on it.

Elrond 😇 Oh, god bless. No. Baby I'm sorry but no. That being said it would still be a great time with really positive vibes. But Elrond would get too in his own head thinking about options and the best 'plan of attack' to actually deliver. Plus he would play it super safe not wanting to off put you in anyway and thus would kill the passion a bit. Still would be the biggest sweetheart and over all give you a fun time. (Give him time to build his confidence though lotr Elrond Fucks for sure)

Halbrand 🐶 LISTEN Listen listen...No. Hear me out. I just-I feel it in my blood that this guy will rizz you so hard and talk such a big game and than when he time comes it's just ok at best. Like he's made at least one person come before and thinks he has cracked the code. Still his heart's (seemingly) in the right place and its pretty romantic over all. Lots and lots of cuddling.

Annatar 🐱 Yes. And it's amazing but the vibes are terrible. He gets way too intense too fast. He's the kind of guy to say some really weird shit during. Like not even anything dirty just waxing poetic about how you're part of each now and the bond of your bodies is inescapable even in death. And he waaay into talking about how you belong to him now and you're just like?? Is he just talking crazy in the heat of the moment or ?? Also no aftercare and he's 100% gone when you wake up.

Arondir 🏹 Yes. And it's Good but not as romantic as you were hoping. He's into you but Arondir def doesn't realize what a catch he is and is surprised that you're so here for him. Also buddy's got a lot going on so he's still gonna be pretty guarded emotionally. Still he's extremely respectful and such a good kisser like he's got your head spinning and you've barely started.

Elendil 🗡 No. But he tries hard and it's a great time. He's kinda got that big puppy Halbrand thing going on but like genuine. Def more into you than you are him. Elendil will rizz you with care. Pays very close attention to what you like/want. Even if it doesnt happen he's fine with talking about it, even makes a few light jokes at his expense. He's terribly good at putting you at ease. By the end of the night you're more smitten than you first thought.

Celebrimbor 💍 Yes. Are you kidding me?We're talking mastery, we're talking attentiveness, we're talking about a very smitten old man that's going to court you with his whole heart. The vibes are impeccable and he's going to make it known that taking care of you is his top priority. Additionally I can't explain why but you know this man's head game is god tier.

Gil Galad 🏵 Yes. Don't even get me started on how this man is gonna rock your world. The high king is a big guy so it's go big or go home when it comes to love and affection. He doesn't allow himself to pursue romance often but when he does he goes hard. In terms of the act itself and the amount of extravagance and detail he'd put into wooing you. Plus cmon you know he's stressed and pent up as hell. Brace yourself for being be absolutely worshipped All night. You're in for a wicked case of jelly legs and you're not going anywhere.

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dark-silhouette · 9 months ago

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Oh holy s***!!... I need to say Every time I see this gif, thousands of dark and horny thoughts run through my mind 🥵 I need to write something about this 😏🤤

Lord Father have mercy.. 🥵😍

#adar #adar rings of power #adar trop #adar x reader #amazon lotr #amazon rings of power #lotr the rings of power #rop #rop spoilers #lotr rop #adar smut #adar rop #rop season 2 #rop adar #adar x you #adar imagine

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floatyflowers · 9 months ago

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Melkor

You must have the courage to tell Melkor that, especially when you know that he is interested in you.

He would probably find out from one of his spies that you wish to give up your immortality for a human man.

So, he sends Mairon to get that man and have him tortured.

It all happened in front of your eyes, while you were being held down.

"You must always remember that your choice has consequences"

Annatar/Sauron

You didn't know that Annatar is Sauron, he befriended you to the point where you told him all your secrets.

As if he doesn't already know all your secrets.

However, you made the mistake of telling him about your human lover.

Annatar has become obsessed with you, already deciding that you will rule beside him for eternity, therefore, he can't allow you to give up your immortality.

"It saddens me to see your tears, I'm sure your lover is in a much better place now"

Maedhros

He has known you since childhood, so it displeased him greatly when you informed him that you have a human lover.

He tried to appear supportive of your relationship but deep down he was feeling pure rage.

He finally snapped when you informed him that you wished to become mortal.

Maedhros killed his own kin, what makes you believe he won't do the same to your human lover.

"You belong to me, I will take you as my wife so you don't have to give away your mortality."

Thranduil

"You would willingly choose the fleeting years of a mortal? Forsake the eternal beauty of our kind?"

The king of Mirkwood considered it treachery to choose a human lover over him.

Yes, you are not in love with him, but he is your king, and he believes that he deserves to have you whether you want it or not.

Thranduil would probably order the death of your lover in secret then blame it on Orcs.

And use the opportunity to blame you and make you feel guilty for falling in love with a human man.

Celebrimbor

He taught you everything about crafting, expecting in return your complete love and devotion to him.

But instead you only thought of him as an older brother...even a father if you dare admit.

This infuriated Celebrimbor especially when he discovers that you are in love with a human man.

You chose a human over the grandson of Fëanor who created the Silmarils?!

"Believe me, locking you up is the best option to prevent you from committing such foolishness, my dear."

Adar

His children 'The Orcs' captured you and your lover while you two were journeying together.

Adar took a great interest in you and was amused by your relationship with a human man.

And when your lover reveals that you will become a human for him, Adar only smirks in amusement before ordering his execution.

He has finally found a 'mother' for his children.

"Weeping will do you no good, my dear"

#tw: toxic relationships #the hobbit #lord of the rings #silmarillion #reader insert #yandere thranduil x reader #maedhros x reader #adar x reader #the rings of power #celebrimbor x reader #yandere sauron #sauron x reader

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tenderwulf · 6 months ago

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Commission of Adar x OC for @clumsycopy 🖤

#my art #rings of power #adar #adar x oc #adar x reader #commission #thank you for the trust @clumsycopy!!!#also because of this commission i went back and finished watching Rings of Power #and honestly THANK YOU #the second season was so. much. fun!#thoroughly enjoyed myself #also I'm glad i was given the chance to draw Adar hehe

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zaldritzosrose · 5 months ago

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Favourite Sin (Adar x High Princess!Reader)

Summary: You were a prize and then some. The High King's sister, one of few whose disappearance should cause him the most anguish. Taking you hadn't been easy, but making you his willing wife was set to be even more of a challenge, it seemed. But maybe you were a little more willing than he anticipated?

This is a present for my dearest @tumblin-theworldaway, hope you enjoy! (And we will get the hang of this timezone bullshit 😂)

TW: She/Her pronouns, afab reader, elven reader, hinted at having similar colouring to (show version) Gil Galad, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of (mostly) forced marriage, hints at dub con (reader not fully embracing her willingness with Adar), female masturbation, mentions of voyeurism (Adar overhears reader), oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, Adar being a tease, innuendo, profanity.

Words: 5750 (I know, but the muse hath taken me)

Holding Gil Galad’s sister captive, the High Princess of the Ñoldor, was a prize and more for Adar and his children. Though bringing you to Mordor had not been an easy task, it was necessary to make the weight of Adar’s power known. To bring attention to the fact that the Uruk were not a threat to be taken lightly and ignored.

Taking you had required planning, the kind of subterfuge that the Uruk were not particularly adept at.

But it had been managed. And now the princess was within the boundaries of Mordor, secured inside the Uruk camp. Though your title was rendered more than useless now.

You were sure word had made it to your brother. Or at least, you hoped it had. Taking you would mean war; you were sure of that.

And yet nothing had come.

The camp stretched for what felt like half of the Southlands. Or should you call it Mordor now? The shadowed lands seemed endless when you were stuck in the middle of them.

You felt alone, despite being surrounded by crowds of Uruk.

Some looked at you in fascination, like you were a new shiny treasure. Some looked at you as if you were a deer, lost in the darkness of a forest. The rest refused to so much as look at you.

Adar, however, never kept you out of his sight. Not that you could escape, but you imagined it wasn’t to prevent such a thing. His children obeyed him, but you could feel an almost protective edge to how he would keep you near.

There was an unspoken edge to how he handled you, as though there was something you were yet to learn.

But that knowledge came soon enough.

“Marry you!?” you almost screeched the words at Adar, forgetting that he was likely the only person keeping you safe and well.

His quarters were quiet. The table set for a dinner neither of you had eaten. But your voice almost echoed against the wooden walls.

He expected to make you his wife? The idea baffled you entirely, but it was like you could no longer form the right words to express yourself.

Adar remained quiet. He had expected a less than positive reaction from you. But he had his reasons for making such a proposition, and for telling you about it first.

“Yes, marriage,” Adar said simply, his fork stabbed into the meat on his plate and abandoned.

“For a good reason, princess, you will be safer within these borders as my wife.”

There were more reasons, of course, but he was of no mind to reveal them to you. Yet.

You leaned back in your chair, a small scoff leaving your lips.

“Safe? You wish me to believe you are concerned for my safety?” you spat the words with a little more aggression than you realised you were capable of.

And it only made Adar smile.

“I told you my plans out of kindness. I was not asking your permission.”

That had been a month ago now. A month that you had been Adar’s wife and the new Lady of Mordor. And he hadn’t been wrong regarding your safety. It had taken time and some less than gentle encouragement from your new husband, but the Uruk had come to regard you with less resentment than before.

Some even looked at you with something that might resemble kindness.

Even Adar seemed to have changed. Not in how he acted when you were around his children, but when you were alone.

Your wedding night had been as expected. Adar made as much effort as he could to make you comfortable, and you had put in as much effort to enjoy it as he had expected.

The wedding had been nothing extravagant; you were not sure if it was even legally binding. Not that it mattered. You were a captive, no matter whether you were called wife or prisoner, nothing would change.

But now, as you sat stock still on Adar’s bed, you felt afraid for the first time. Not of Adar, he had given you no reason to fear him. But of what this night would mean.

Of what it would mean to give away the last thing that was solely yours.

You held the fabric of your gown between your hands, worrying the fabric again and again with your fingers.

And it was this that Adar noticed.

“There is nothing to fear,” he said softly, the low gravel of his voice feeling so loud in the silence of his quarters.

Your fingers slowed their movements, but didn’t stop. Why should you believe him? He was your captor, since you were not yet ready to think the word husband.

Yet, he hadn’t done you any harm up until now. Even if he’d had the opportunity to. Maybe, he was being sincere?

You didn’t say a word as you stood, not trusting the strength of your voice. You focused instead on the way Adar stood still in front of you. How he looked so different without the layers of armour and leather. How the few candles around the room lit him from behind as he watched you back, waiting for you to approach.

The small amount of jewellery you had been wearing when you were taken to Mordor had been shed, along with the outer layer of your gown, just after you entered Adar’s quarters. The thin shift doing little to protect you from both Adar’s gaze and the cool air.

Avoiding it would only last for so long. Trying to delay the inevitable was impossible, you thought.

And the longer you looked at him, the more you had to ignore the faintest spark of desire in your belly. He was a handsome man, once you truly appreciated him.

But if you had looked a little harder, you would have seen the same lust filled look in Adar’s own eyes. Darkening even further the closer you came. His breath caught in his throat when your hands came to rest on his chest.

“I will do my duty as your wife; it is our wedding night.”

That night continued to play in your mind. Even weeks after the fact.

You were a wife now and Adar had not been wrong, the energy had begun to shift towards you. Whether Adar had told his children to treat you with more respect, you didn’t know, but there was certainly a difference.

Those who refused to look at you, now spared you the occasional glance. Those who had looked at you with prey, would sometimes even greet you as you passed them.

But something else had settled into the back of your mind. You had felt it on your wedding night, and all the subsequent nights you had spent in Adar’s bed.

The lingering feelings of desire whenever Adar would touch you. The sounds of pleasure you would bite back because you were afraid of the feelings you had.

He was your captor turned husband. You should despise him.

It was the lack of that which you feared. Did you love him? No. But there was a fire that burned in your belly whenever he touched you, even for the most fleeting of moments.

Whether Adar knew or not, you didn’t dare find out.

War was looming with the rumours of Sauron’s return, and you had soon come to realise that your brother’s focus was going to be elsewhere. And as much as that pained you, you knew Gil Galad knew that you were capable enough to handle yourself wherever you were.

But the lingering threat of darkness had meant Adar was away from Mordor a little more than he had been. He would leave some of his children behind, a silent gift of protection for you.

Though you preferred the comfort of your own quarters. Adar had offered them to you about a week into being his wife. Before that you had been in a small tent, just in sight of his own quarters.

While most of the Uruk banded together and slept in a mixture of tents and wooden shacks, Adar had a large wooden building in the centre of camp. His throne outside it and even a separate room where you would assume he would host guests if he ever had them.

Yours were smaller, but with enough space for it to be clear you were no longer a prisoner. There was a separate bedroom, a small snug with some furs and fire pit for your comfort. And those small things were welcome whenever he would leave.

This time Adar had been gone for a few weeks. The longest he had been gone since your marriage to him and though you chastised yourself for it, you had begun to miss him.

Not necessarily his person, but what him being here meant. Physically.

If Adar was anything to you, he was attentive. Dare you even say, gentle. Like he was afraid if he did anything more, you would run from him in disgust or fear.

But you never did.

And now, you found yourself missing those nights.

You had put that feeling to the back of your mind. Trying to focus yourself on literally anything else. But then you would lay in your bed and your mind would drift there.

And soon your hand would follow. Letting the images that would float in your imagination guide you. It began to happen every night without fail. It was almost like you couldn’t sleep without putting out the fire in your veins.

Picturing how Adar would touch you, the way his hands would feel against your skin. How warm he always seemed to be; how soft his lips were…

No word had come of where Adar was or when he would be returning, but the Uruk that remained in camp had been on edge all day. Just like they had been for the last week.

You were on an edge, though without a doubt it was an entirely different one.

The night soon drew in, a few of the Uruk coming to check on you after you had eaten with them which you more than appreciated.

But then you were alone again, and it wasn’t long before your thoughts began to wander.

You waited until you could no longer hear much noise outside of your door, meaning most of the Uruk had gone to their own beds or were far enough away that you could let your hands wander too.

Images of Adar immediately filled your mind, the rough sound of his voice felt almost real you had imagined it so many times now.

Your shift was bunched in your hand, the other making its path down your body to seek out your core.

The room was always warm, the fire pit constantly stoked at your request. But your skin prickled as your fingers began to dip between your folds. A small sigh leaving your lips as you finally made the contact you had been desperate for all day.

Your movements remained slow. In the weeks he had been gone, you had begun to try and imitate Adar’s touch. He was never in a rush, like he was mapping out every dip and swell of your body and committing to his memory.

But trying to mimic that had taken weeks. Only now did it feel almost right. Your hands were too soft, but it was close enough.

You would try and remember the way he would start, where he would touch first. One hand between your thighs and one hand always mapping the rest of your body.

So that’s what you did. Your fingers made slow circles on your pearl, working the fire in your belly higher and higher. Your other hand pushing your shift higher, not enough to make you bare, not yet.

The sighs turned to soft moans, barely audible, letting the images of Adar flow through your mind.

The muscles of his chest and back when he would hover over you, one hand by your face while the other would continue its path along your body.

How his breath would feel on your neck as he began to press kisses to your skin. The barely there sounds that would leave his throat the more of you he got to feel.

You worked yourself up to a point that you were almost desperate to find release, your hips actively chasing your own hand. The shift almost torn from your body as the room seemed to get warmer and warmer.

Everything around you faded as you began to focus on the desire that thrummed in your veins, surrendering yourself to it. Your fingers finally slipping between your folds and trying to remember the rhythms Adar would strum.

It was so dark when Adar returned. Most of the Uruk were already fast asleep, or at least away in their tents. He assumed you would be too, and his feet began making their way to your quarters before he could stop them.

His hand was on the door when soft sounds floated through the small cracks in the wood. Sounds that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but pleasure.

Far louder than he was sure he had ever heard you be. Far louder than you had ever been with him.

He waited, as quiet as he could. Just to hear a little more. The cracks in the door wide enough to sneak the smallest of peeks at you. He could see you bare, spread out on the furs of your bed. One had between your thighs, the other gripping the plump flesh of your breast in the same rhythm as your fingers.

Adar was sure he could smell your arousal from here.

He was completely entranced, lost in the way your body writhed on the bed. How your voice seemed to be going up octave after octave as your peak crept up on you. And then, something he never thought he would hear from you, especially like this.

His name.

“Adar…” you breathed out, and your husband could only watch as the muscles of your thighs twitched, hips canting up against your hand until you finally stilled.

You had said his name. His name. Bare, glistening with sweat as your peak had crashed over you, you had said his name.

Adar ignored the way his length twitched in his breeches at the thought. He could wait. But he wasn’t going to forget just how pretty you sounded.

He only wondered if he could make you louder.

You awoke that morning to hear the Uruk calling Adar’s name, nothing but happiness in their voices.

He was home.

You forgot yourself for just a moment in your excitement at having him back. It surprised you. You were at the threshold of your door when it hit you. Taking a deep breath before stepping outside.

Adar was at his throne, his children that had remained behind clamouring around him. But his eyes found you immediately. If you hadn’t been concentrating on maintaining your usual, passive mask, you would have noticed how he looked at you.

Like he wanted to devour you where you stood.

“Husband,” you said gently, the crowd of Uruk parting as you walked towards his throne.

Adar stood immediately, but he didn’t move towards. But a smile did twitch at his lips.

“Wife,” he answered, finally descending the few steps of his throne to meet you.

You saw a flash of something behind his eyes, but you chalked it up to your imagination. He had been gone for a while, maybe you simply missed him. But when he held his hand out to you, your skin meeting his for the first time in weeks, you could feel that same feeling stirring deep in your body.

Desire. Everything you had tried to tamper down, to hide, threatened to spill from you after one touch.

Adar could only smile as he saw the way you swallowed, how your eyes remained trained on his hand.

“Are you well?” he asked quietly, daring to stroke a soft circle on the back of your hand with his thumb.

He needed to see. Was your desire for him reserved for when you were alone, or could he push you enough to let it slip through the cracks?

The rest of the day passed no differently to how it usually did. Adar checking up on the children he had left behind while he was away and you spending your time doing anything you enjoyed. Walking around the camp was a new pastime, giving you a break from the walls of your quarters.

What you didn’t know, was that Adar watched you almost the entire time. Keeping his eyes on you whenever and however he could. He was the most distracted he had ever been since he married you, willing night to fall so he could end his duties and summon you to his bed.

He knew it would raise suspicions with you if he changed his routine and took you to his bed early. It was an unintentional routine, but something you had welcomed.

What he didn’t know, was you were wishing he would do just that. You could go to him yourself but, outside of your own bed, you were warring with your desire for him and your need to keep it hidden away.

Dinners had been eaten, and Mordor had darkened as whatever sun filtered in finally dipped below the horizon. You were in your quarters, savouring the bath that you had treated yourself to, when you could hear a soft rapping on the makeshift door.

You recognised the footsteps almost immediately.

On instinct, you moved to cover yourself. Leaning against the side of the tub – or what was essentially a patchworked together replica of such a thing, at the insistence of Adar for your comfort. It felt ridiculous to hide yourself from your husband, but it was as though there were two paths urging you in your mind.

Resist or surrender.

“Forgive the intrusion,” Adar said softly, stopping a few paces from you.

You couldn’t stop your smile. You were not sure when it had happened, but you had found yourself relaxing around him in the simplest of ways. Which made how you felt deep down all the harder to reconcile.

“No intrusion, you are my husband.”

Adar only grumbled out a sound of approval. He realised; however, he hadn’t truly thought much past entering your quarters.

“But the fact you are here is an unusual occurrence. Is everything well?”

Your evenings were usually spent in Adar’s chambers and subsequently his bed. To have him in yours surprised you. The look he gave you, only served to confuse you more.

“Nothing is amiss, I assure you,” Adar hadn’t moved from where he stood, but his eyes were travelling over your form.

You simply hummed, realising you were not going to get a straight answer from him.

The bath water had begun to cool, and you leaned over the side to grab the wide sheet of linen to dry yourself. As smoothly as you could, you held it high to wrap it around yourself as quickly as possible.

What you did not expect was for Adar’s hands to grasp its edge and hold it for you. Just high enough to cover your body, but his proximity had you freezing for just a moment.

“Thank you, Adar.”

You missed the darkening of his eyes as you said his name, stepping from the tub and letting him hand you the linen.

His hands momentarily touched your back as you turned to wrap it around you, and you tried to hide the shiver that ran through you. Images from the nights spent alone flashing in your mind at just one touch.

The silence in the room was almost deafening. It was almost as though both of you had something to say, but neither knew the other did.

You began to move away to dress, unsure what else to do, when Adar seemed to come back to himself and stop you.

His hands returned to your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. You couldn’t see his smirk as your body stiffened and then relaxed immediately at his touch. Your eyes fluttering closed as his hands tightened on your shoulders.

“I thought of you, whilst I was away,” he said simply, his hands trailing down your arms.

It wasn’t unusual for him to admit things like that, but there was something behind his words that felt different. Adar leaned in, whispering into your ear.

“Did you think of me?”

The growl behind his voice seemed more intense this close, the fire rising gently in your belly.

You wanted to answer, admit that you had thought of him on so many occasions. But it was like your words stuck in your throat.

A thought crossed your mind, did he know? No, he couldn’t possibly. But there was almost a knowing tone to his voice.

His hands stroked up and down your arms, patiently waiting for whatever answer you would give.

“Does your silence mean you did? I was gone a while, leaving you alone and unattended to…”

Adar smiled as he pressed a kiss to the skin behind your ear. His expression widening as he felt your head fall back just a little.

He could feel you fighting it, still trying to deny what you felt for him. So, he continued, bringing your back flush against his chest. Hands moving from your arms to the wrap of your linen.

Your skin was still warmed from the bath, and you could feel the hard plane of his chest through the dark fabric of his shirt. Adar never wore his armour, including his gauntlet, when you and he were alone.

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth as he began to unwrap your linen, slowly baring your body to the coolness of your quarters. The sheet falling to the ground as his hands took their time roaming your soft flesh.

“Shall I attend to you now, wife?”

Not trusting your words, you nodded, and Adar could feel the temperature of your skin rising. Your head fell fully back on to his shoulder, so close to surrendering to your feelings.

Adar’s hands were in no rush. It was as though he was recommitting every part of you to memory. Maybe, he truly had missed you while he was gone?

It was only when his fingers skimmed low enough to tease at your pearl did you let out a sigh of pleasure. The sound bringing Adar back to his true aim for coming to you tonight.

He let a single finger circle you, tantalisingly slow. Teasing you and himself.

His other hand cupped your breast, kneading the soft mound under his palm. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t quite enough to pull those sounds from the night before out of you. But there was more than enough time for that.

It wasn’t as though he was unaffected, his own arousal pushing insistently against your back.

He was so focused on the feel of you beneath his hands that he almost missed the small whisper that slipped from you. It was only when his hands slowed, did he realise you had asked for something. Your hand wrapped around his wrist. Almost begging for him to move faster.

“Please…”

You were just loud enough for him to hear this time, the breathy sound of your voice sending a shot of desire straight to his already hard length.

That was enough to have him lead you towards your bed. A gentle push had you laying down, and all you could do was watch as Adar made quick work of his tunic.

More of your daydreams flashed before your eyes, realising your imagination had never quite matched up to the real thing. Pale, scarred flesh covered just enough muscle to remind you of the strength he held.

You rested yourself on your elbows. There was just a little something different about Adar tonight. Not that he was never gentle, but he seemed to be working with a purpose in mind more so than usual.

The bed dipped as he joined you, stopping to push your legs open and kneel between them.

“Please what, hmm?” he asked, large hands squeezing your thighs.

There was no doubt he had a purpose. You had seen that look before, but when he was focused on battle strategies, not your pleasure.

You let out a small breath, preparing yourself to give in just a little more to your desire for him.

“I need you, husband.”

Adar let out a soft grunt of approval at those words. Watching as your hand reached out for him.

If there was one thing you hadn’t expected to imagine when you were alone, it was his kisses. They were few and far between, but you realised how much you enjoyed them when you were left with only your mind’s eye.

He let you wait, just a moment longer, before crawling the rest of the way up and hovering his lips over yours. Your hand finally able to curl around the back of his neck. Adar let you pull him down, your kiss a lot hungrier than he expected it to be.

You moaned softly into his mouth, your fingers toying the black strands at the base of his neck.

One of Adar’s hands remained on your thigh, hooking it up and over his waist. Your hand tightened on his neck as you felt his arousal press against your bare core, your hips rolling up on instinct.

“Patience, darling…” he whispered, breaking the kiss for just a moment.

He wanted you to ease into what he knew you felt. There was little hiding your desire for him now. You just needed to let yourself admit it.

Adar returned to the kiss, pulling back some of his control as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Your fingers entirely tangled in his hair as he won the battle of your kiss.

He didn’t stop your body arching against him. Soft skin against his scarred flesh only spurring him on.

His kiss moved from your lips to your neck, letting his hips begin to match your rhythm. You were still holding back, but he could hear how your breath sped up and the subtlest of moans were slipping from your lips.

The path of his lips continued down, between the valley of your breasts and lower. Mapping every inch of you with a kiss.

“What did you imagine while I was gone? How I touch you, how I kiss you…?” he murmured against your skin.

Your hand returned to his hair as he kissed the inside of your thighs. Holding them apart enough to settle his head between them.

He knew, he had to. If you had been less distracted, you would have tried to deny. But you were at the point of desperation. Weeks of only your own hand to bring you satisfaction. If you just gave in…

“All of it,” you sighed, trying in vain to push his head closer to where you wanted him.

But Adar didn’t move. He wasn’t going to let you off quite that easy.

His kisses moved higher, just shy of where you wanted him to be.

Your eyes closed, taking a small breath and answering.

“I...I imagined how your hands feel on me, how your lips feel on me…”

Adar rewarded you with a long, slow swipe of his tongue between your folds. Pulling a slightly louder moan from you.

He wondered if you would admit just a little bit more.

“And?” he asked again, his breath hot against your skin.

He could feel you tense a little in frustration, but he could feel how close you were to giving in.

“I imagined how satisfied you leave me.”

That was more than expected. Admitting your desire was enough, but to admit you found satisfaction with him? That was even better.

You were rewarded again with a more insistent lap to your cunt, his face burying a little further down. Your hand in his hair trying desperately to hold him where he was.

“Then I shall ensure I make up for all the satisfaction I have left you without these past weeks,” he promised, before delving in with full fervour.

There was little gentleness now. Adar almost devoured you with every swipe and circle of his tongue. It appeared you weren’t the only one who had suffered whilst you were apart.

Your nails scratched at his scalp, earning your growls of pleasure against your core. The vibrations combined with the way the tip of his tongue now circled your swollen bud had your eyes rolling back in your head.

Yet you still hadn’t let out any sounds close to what he had heard from you the night before.

Adar lifted your legs onto his shoulders, arms wrapped around your thighs as he doubled down on his ministrations. Suckling your pearl until you let out a soft sigh of his name.

Almost there, he thought. But maybe you needed just a little more encouragement.

He replaced his tongue with his fingers, keeping the same rhythm as he peppered kisses over the skin of your inner thigh.

The way your walls were already clenching around him was a sure sign you were close. But he needed to hear you, good and loud.

“As delicious as ever…but I know you can be louder than that, sweet wife?”

His fingers curled inside you as he moved to hover over you, his lips returning to your neck.

He had heard you. You knew it. Before tonight, you would have been embarrassed, even denied it. But instead, the burning desire inside seemed to roar higher. He wanted you to be loud. There was no denying the hungry sound to his voice now.

“Adar…” you groaned out, his fingers almost beckoning your release closer.

Your husband smiled into your neck, the twitch in his cock reminding him just how good his name sounded on your tongue.

“Again. Say my name again.”

His fingers began to piston in and out of you, the wet sounds of your pleasure mixing in with your growing moans and sighs.

You didn’t hold back anymore. Letting your body relax and pleasure take over.

Over and over again you moaned his name, his lips latched onto your throat as your peak washed over you.

Adar let his hips grind themselves against your thigh as he felt the slick sensation of your release gush over his hand. Something in him told him you could give him just a little more.

Your hands got to his breeches first. Tugging at the laces in your desperate need to remove all the barriers between you. Gone was the fear of revealing your desire to him. You needed him to know how much you wanted him. How much you were sure you had for a long time.

He was quick to kick the rest of his clothing away, caring little for where they landed. All that mattered was having you beneath him.

His cock slid in with ease, the lingering spasms of your release made his eyes close for just a moment. Savouring the sensation. His face burying itself back into your neck, smiling again as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Do you think you can be louder still? As loud as you were last night?”

Your heels at his back urged him to move. And he did, slowly pushing in and out while he waited for your answer.

But what he got was not what he expected.

“My fingers are nothing compared to you. I think you can make me much louder.”

Now that was a challenge he wished to meet.

Adar planted a hand beside your head. The other holding one of your thighs tight as he began to speed up his rhythm. Your back arched immediately from the bed. Your fingers were nothing compared to any part of him. Reaching far deeper than you ever could.

The bed creaked beneath you as Adar pounded into you, his own grunts and groans of pleasure almost lost in the sweet cries that came from you.

Desire burned through him just at the sound, but the way your cunt was already tightening around him had him at his edge faster than he may ever have been.

“Come for me, let me hear you chant my name…” he almost purred into your ear, his voice strained as he held back his own end as long as he could.

Your hands grasped at his shoulders, committing all the sensations to memory, should you ever be left alone again.

“Adar!”

His name came out as the most delicious cry, your nails digging into his shoulders as your second release crashed over you. Your eyes scrunched closed in pleasure as Adar buried his face into your shoulder. His own end painting your walls as he groaned out your name.

A few shallow thrusts came as he slowed himself down, letting your thighs down to the bed. Softer kisses planted over your neck and chest had a small smile on your lips.

Gently, Adar rolled to your side, both of you ignoring everything except the closeness of the other.

Your head rested on his chest, feeling the race of his heart that you were sure matched yours. The atmosphere in the room felt different than it usually did. Softer, more romantic in the strangest of ways.

Adar’s hand rubbed up and down your back, lips pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You both remained silent for a while, until you rolled over to look at him.

Up close, you were reminded of more than just your desire. This was your husband, and you had truly never appreciated his beauty. Scars and all.

“I should never have hidden such desire from you, I realise that now,” you admitted, your chin leaning against his chest.

Adar looked at you and just smiled. His arms wrapped around your back, pulling you up high enough for a kiss.

“It matters not, we have all the time to take full advantage of it.”

His words made your stomach flutter. If tonight was just the start, you could only imagine what future nights would bring.

Maybe marrying the father of orcs wouldn’t be so bad after all?

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Elves how would they react to their human s/o being so…human with their ‘odd quirks’ by elven standards

how would the elves react to this?

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Celeborn, haldir, cirdan, adar Versions are below.

🩵𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷

Celeborn, would react to the human quirks

Friendship bracelets

𖣂 Celeborn’s reaction to being handcuffed to you as a “friendship bracelet” would initially be one of silent disbelief. His silver brows would arch gracefully as he regards the cuffs with the calm yet calculating gaze of an elf who has faced centuries of surprises, none quite like this. He’d gently test the metal restraint, his fingers brushing against yours in the process, but his expression remains composed.

𖣂 “My lady (or lord), it seems your creativity knows no bounds,” he’d say, his voice tinged with dry amusement. “Though I fail to see how binding oneself to another constitutes a bracelet, I commend the boldness of your invention.”

𖣂 He would likely humor you for a time, maintaining his graceful demeanor as you drag him along, explaining your reasoning. The elves nearby might stifle laughter or exchange glances of mild shock, unaccustomed to such “human eccentricities.” Celeborn, however, would not remove the cuffs immediately. Instead, he’d study you with a growing smile, finding your spontaneity both baffling and endearing.

𖣂 “I have lived millennia and faced foes from Angband to Dol Guldur, yet none have restrained me quite so… creatively. Shall we parade through Lothlórien thus bound, or is this to remain our little secret?” His tone carries an air of teasing elegance, though his eyes soften with clear affection.

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You Burning their tongue on food even though they just said, “This is too hot.”

𖣂 Celeborn would observe the entire sequence of events with a mixture of disbelief and quiet amusement. His silver-gray eyes would follow as you blew on the spoonful of steaming stew, muttering, “This is too hot,” only to proceed to pop it into your mouth anyway. The sharp intake of breath and pained expression that followed would cause him to blink once, slowly, before exhaling a soft, knowing sigh.

𖣂 Setting aside whatever task he’d been engaged in, he’d step closer, his voice calm and steady, yet carrying a faint trace of exasperation. “You knew it was too hot,” he’d remark, his tone betraying a rare flicker of humor beneath the surface. “And yet, you chose to test the limits of your own wisdom.”

𖣂 Kneeling gracefully beside you, he’d take your hand in his, examining you with the same attentiveness he reserved for the well-being of his people. “Here,” he’d say, handing you a goblet of cool water. “Drink. Though I wonder if even this lesson will temper your impulsiveness.”

𖣂 Despite the reserved delivery of his words, the corners of his lips would quirk slightly, betraying a quiet fondness. As you winced and fanned your mouth, he’d lean back and watch with an expression both paternal and affectionate, shaking his head faintly. “I have walked through millennia of battles and council chambers, but I doubt I will ever understand your kind’s eagerness to suffer for the sake of haste.”

𖣂 Later, as the pain subsided and you regained your composure, he’d add with a wry smile, “Perhaps next time you will heed your own words—or, at least, let me taste it first.” His tone was light, but his gaze was warm, his endless patience shining through despite your occasional recklessness.

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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).

𖣂 Celeborn would initially watch your outburst with a slight tilt of his head, his silver hair catching the light as his serene expression faltered into something closer to bemused curiosity. Your laughter—starting as a cheerful chuckle—soon escalated into uncontrollable hiccups and snorts that echoed through the tranquil halls of Lothlórien, shattering the elven silence.

𖣂 At first, he would blink, his composure intact, though the faintest lift of his brow betrayed his inner surprise. When the snorting began, however, a soft huff of breath escaped him—perhaps the closest thing to a chuckle you’d ever hear from the dignified Lord of Lothlórien.

𖣂 “Are you… unwell?” he’d ask, his voice calm but touched with concern, as though unsure if this strange noise signaled some form of mortal ailment. Stepping closer, he’d place a hand on your shoulder, his touch light yet grounding, his observant gaze scanning your face for signs of distress. When it became clear this was not a malady but simply you being overtaken by mirth, his expression would soften into something warmer, his lips curving into a small but genuine smile.

𖣂 The sound of your snorts, however, would eventually prove too much for even his legendary self-control. A quiet laugh—low and melodic, almost as if it surprised him—would slip from his lips, a rare and precious thing. He would shake his head slowly, his long fingers brushing a strand of hair from his face as he regarded you with deep affection.

𖣂 “Your joy is… infectious,” he’d murmur, though his words were tinged with a teasing tone. “But I must admit, I have never before heard such sounds come from a living creature. Are you attempting to mimic a wild boar? Or is this simply your unique interpretation of merriment?”

𖣂 When your laughter only intensified at his playful jab, hiccups punctuating your snorts, Celeborn would let out a soft sigh, though his eyes shone with genuine warmth. “You are unlike anyone I have ever known,” he’d say, his voice touched with amusement and quiet wonder. “May your spirit never change, even if it leaves me questioning whether I have wandered into a pasture rather than my own hall.”

𖣂 Later, when you’d finally calmed, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes, he’d gently hand you a goblet of water. “Here, drink,” he’d say, his tone affectionate yet practical. “Though I fear the snorting will haunt my dreams tonight.” His wry humor would glimmer beneath his measured demeanor, revealing just how deeply he cherished your humanity, quirks and all.

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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.

𖣂 Celeborn would notice your sudden pause in the doorway with his usual quiet attentiveness, his keen eyes watching as you glanced around the room, your brow furrowed in confusion. He’d set aside the book he was reading or the map he was studying, his composed demeanor remaining intact, though the faintest trace of curiosity would cross his face.

𖣂 “Have you misplaced something?” he’d ask gently, his melodic voice breaking the silence. Rising with the effortless grace of an ancient elf, he would step toward you, his long robes whispering against the floor. When you simply stood there, blinking in befuddlement, he’d tilt his head slightly, his expression a mixture of patience and mild amusement.

𖣂 “I… can’t remember why I came in here,” you’d admit, the frustration in your voice tinged with embarrassment. At this, his lips would quirk ever so slightly, the faintest hint of a smile breaking through his usual stoic demeanor.

𖣂 “Ah,” he’d say, his tone laced with quiet humor, “the mysterious ways of the human mind. So fleeting, so unpredictable.” He’d place his hands behind his back, his gaze soft and warm as he regarded you. “Perhaps you sought counsel or came to tell me of something important… or perhaps it was merely a passing whim.”

𖣂 You’d laugh nervously, shrugging as you glanced around the room again, hoping for a clue that refused to present itself. Celeborn would step closer, his gaze observant yet kind, and after a moment of silence, he’d offer, “Mayhap retracing your steps will awaken the memory. Or… we could simply wait. I have found that the answers we seek often come when we are not looking for them.”

𖣂 He’d gesture toward a nearby chair, his composed demeanor radiating a calm that seemed to make the moment less awkward. “Sit, if you like. Let your mind wander. Though I must admit,” he’d add with a faintly teasing glint in his eyes, “I am intrigued to see how long it will take before your purpose is revealed.”

𖣂 If the memory eventually returned to you, he’d nod with quiet approval. “There it is,” he’d say simply, as though nothing had been out of the ordinary. But if it didn’t, and you gave up with a sheepish shrug, Celeborn would chuckle softly—a rare sound, low and melodic.

𖣂 “Fear not,” he’d say, his voice carrying a warm reassurance. “Even the wisest of us lose our way on occasion. Perhaps this is a reminder to simply enjoy the journey, even if the destination eludes you.” His words, like always, would feel like a gentle balm, turning your fleeting human forgetfulness into something almost endearing.

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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.

𖣂 Celeborn would watch you with an air of quiet curiosity as you flipped the pillow with a practiced motion, seeking the cooler side before settling in for rest. His eyes, ever observant, would narrow ever so slightly as if contemplating the simple, yet curious habit of mortals. A faint smile would tug at the corners of his lips, the gesture subtle but filled with warmth.

𖣂 “Ah,” he would murmur, his voice calm and even, “such a small act, yet one I have never seen in all my years. To think of the need for coolness in sleep… How different the experience of time is for your kind.”

𖣂 He would step closer, his movements graceful and deliberate as he examined the pillow, almost as if pondering its purpose in a way that only an elf with millennia of life experience could. “We elves,” he would continue, “do not often need such concerns for comfort. The cool side of the pillow… a mortal tradition, I suppose?”

𖣂 As you settled in, his thoughtful gaze would soften, and he would chuckle quietly to himself, a rare sound from the typically composed lord of Lothlórien. “Perhaps it is a reflection of the fleeting nature of your kind, always seeking a moment’s relief, always aware of the changing seasons in your lives. I wonder if we elves, with our timeless existence, would understand such little comforts.”

𖣂 His voice would soften with a tender affection. “Still, I find it… charming. That in such small things, you find comfort. Perhaps I, too, should try it one day, to see what it is that brings you such peace in this simple act.” His tone would be teasing, but beneath it was an unmistakable fondness.

𖣂 Celeborn would watch as you lay back, content with your small ritual, and after a moment, he would say, his tone quiet but sincere, “Sleep well, my friend. May the cool side of the pillow bring you comfort, as your presence does to those around you.”

𖣂 In his heart, Celeborn would find a quiet, reflective appreciation for these human quirks. Though they were foreign to him, they spoke to the warmth and fleeting beauty of mortal life, something he had come to cherish through his companionship with you.

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Haldir, would react to the human quirks

Friendship bracelets

➳ Haldir’s first reaction would be one of cautious surprise. His sharp Elven eyes narrow slightly as you hold up the handcuffs, the cold metal glinting in the soft light of Lothlórien. A deep sense of confusion stirs within him. Elves are creatures of grace, tradition, and subtlety, and this—this device—feels so very out of place. His instinct is to recoil, to question why such a thing is even necessary. His mind races, considering the implications of being physically tethered to someone, even if only by metal cuffs. Elves are proud of their independence and autonomy, and Haldir, with his disciplined nature, values his personal space.

➳ “Mellon,” he begins, his voice hesitant but still calm, “What… are these?” His eyes flicker to the cuffs, then back to you, unsure whether to be annoyed or intrigued. The connection between you both is new, fragile in its beginnings, and the physical closeness this suggests makes him feel exposed in a way he isn’t accustomed to.

➳ As the cuffs click into place, he freezes for a moment, his posture stiffening. He doesn’t pull away, but the discomfort is evident in the way his jaw tightens. The concept of being tied to another, especially in such a direct way, clashes with his deeply ingrained Elven sense of pride and order. But he is not cruel. He doesn’t demand you take them off immediately. Instead, his thoughts turn inward as he tries to process the action.

➳ “I… I do not understand,” he says softly, his usual composure wavering just a little. There’s a brief flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, though he quickly masks it with the usual calm, pragmatic exterior. He stands tall, trying to hold on to his usual sense of control, though the sensation of being tethered to you, a human he barely knows, feels strange.

➳ However, seeing the earnestness in your eyes—the warmth, the hope, the connection—slowly changes his perspective. His lips twitch upward, not quite a smile but the closest he will come for now. There’s something in your gesture, something unspoken, that makes his guarded heart soften. “Strange, but… not entirely unwelcome.” His voice, though still guarded, betrays a hint of reluctant affection.

➳ He will stand by your side, perhaps a little stiff, but in the silence between you both, the handcuffs would serve as an unspoken bond, a symbol of trust—strange, yet meaningful. Haldir might not yet fully understand the gesture, but for the first time in a long while, he feels a small, unexpected pull toward you, tethered not just by metal but by something deeper, something more human.

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You Burning their tongue on food even though they just said, “This is too hot.”

➳ Haldir’s sharp eyes are trained on you as you take a bite of the food, knowing full well that it is too hot, yet watching you do so with an almost fascinated intensity. He had warned you, the heat was obvious even to him—yet you insisted. As soon as you burn your tongue, a flash of concern flickers in Haldir’s usually composed gaze. His mind races for the proper course of action. Should he offer aid? Should he speak? But before he can act, he watches you flinch and hear the muffled exclamation of discomfort, clearly regretting your choice.

➳ His natural instinct is to respond immediately, stepping forward, but the elf within him, ever so poised and composed, hesitates. He stands still for a heartbeat, his gaze flicking down to your face, registering your discomfort. His stoic demeanor cracks for just a second, a faint line of concern forming between his brows. His tone, always measured and calm, carries a touch of disapproval, though it’s not harsh. “I told you it was too hot, meleth nín,” he says softly, his voice tinged with both reprimand and care. There’s a quiet gentleness behind the sternness, a reflection of how deeply he cares.

➳ He moves swiftly then, his Elven grace ensuring he doesn’t come off as rushed, but his eyes remain focused on you with an intensity that betrays his concern. “Here,” he says, his voice shifting into a soothing tone as he offers you a drink, likely something cool to help ease the burn. His actions are deliberate, his usual reserve slipping slightly as he ensures you’re taken care of, though his brow remains furrowed, still mildly frustrated at your stubbornness.

➳ The whole scene would be an odd mix of sternness and affection. He’s not used to such impetuousness—Elves are so controlled in their ways, and the impulsiveness of humans confounds him. Yet, there’s an undeniable softness in the way he checks on you, despite the small reproach.

➳ He would likely shake his head, an amused yet bemused look crossing his face as he waits for you to recover. “Next time, heed my words, Y/N. I would not want to see you hurt.” His tone is quiet, earnest, but there’s also the faintest trace of a smile hidden beneath his careful expression. Haldir may be overly cautious, but it’s all driven by a deep desire to protect and care for those he holds dear.

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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).

➳ Haldir stands in silence, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches you laugh. Your laughter, initially light and joyful, grows louder and more erratic until it erupts into hiccupping and snorting—a sound completely foreign to him. His normally composed and serious demeanor falters, his sharp Elven features momentarily betraying a flicker of surprise. His gaze flicks to your face, a mix of confusion and slight discomfort flashing across his expression.

➳ The snorts, in particular, catch him off guard. What manner of sound is this? He thought humans were graceful, full of poise, but in this moment, your laughter seems almost… animalistic. He takes a step back, almost instinctively, as if unsure of how to react. Was this normal for you? The thought lingers, and his mind races, trying to reconcile this display with the orderly, composed nature of Elves.

➳ Yet, despite his initial shock, a deeper part of him can’t help but find the sight… endearing. There’s something raw and genuine in your laughter, a vulnerability in the way you are so unguarded. It stirs something unfamiliar within him—a softness, a flicker of affection that he doesn’t often allow himself to acknowledge. His lips twitch slightly, struggling to maintain his usual stern composure.

➳ “You…” he begins, his voice strained, but he trails off, unsure how to address the unexpected nature of your outburst. His serious aura falters, though he does not fully crack into a smile. “You are… quite loud when you find something amusing,” he says, his tone attempting to remain dignified but betraying an edge of bemusement.

➳ Still, Haldir cannot suppress the quiet chuckle that slips past his lips, much to his own surprise. The sound is brief, and he quickly schools his expression back to seriousness, as if to pretend it never happened. But beneath the veneer of discipline, there is a flicker of warmth—a rare glimpse of the Haldir who is capable of finding humor in the most unexpected places.

➳ “You are… certainly unique, Y/N,” he adds softly, his words carrying a mixture of intrigue and affection. There is a certain fondness in his eyes as he watches you continue, though his demeanor is still largely reserved, wary of letting his emotions fully surface. He finds this human trait of yours perplexing, but also… oddly charming.

➳ “Try not to disturb the peace of Lothlórien with such sounds,” he teases lightly, though his tone remains gentle, the edges of his usual stoicism softened by the affection he feels for you in this moment.

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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.

➳ Haldir watches you enter the room with purpose, only to stand still for a moment, a look of confusion spreading across your face. His keen Elven eyes observe as you glance around, your expression betraying the realization that you’ve forgotten why you came in. There’s a fleeting pause, and he feels a flicker of concern—then, a slight shift in his posture as he silently assesses the situation.

➳ You pause, almost lost in thought, and he cannot help but feel a slight pang of curiosity. What has distracted you so thoroughly, Y/N? His mind races briefly, his sense of duty making him wonder if you are unwell or if something has happened to cause this lapse in memory. His gaze softens, though he keeps his distance, watching you as though trying to decipher the cause.

➳ There’s a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh from him, but it’s not one of frustration. Rather, it’s a sigh of understanding mixed with the faintest hint of amusement. Haldir, who has lived for millennia, has seen and experienced the meticulous planning of Elven minds, the careful attention to detail, and the control of Elven lives. But this? This is uniquely human—a fleeting moment of forgetfulness that is, perhaps, a reflection of your imperfection, your beautiful unpredictability.

➳ He steps forward with slow, deliberate grace, his voice carrying a quiet warmth as he addresses you. “Is everything well, meleth nín?” he asks, his tone calm but with an undercurrent of genuine concern. He doesn’t push, but he offers you the chance to gather your thoughts, his expression softening with an empathy that only someone as observant as him would offer.

➳ There’s a momentary silence before he adds with a subtle smile, “If it is of any help, I often find that the mind is not quite as sharp when one is distracted by matters of the heart.” His comment is gentle, offering both an explanation and a way for you to laugh off the slip. Haldir’s stoic nature remains, but there’s an unmistakable glint of affection in his eyes. He’s not mocking you, not at all. He’s merely acknowledging the small, human imperfections that make you who you are—precisely the qualities that draw him closer.

➳ He doesn’t ask for explanations or dwell on the forgetfulness. Instead, he merely waits, his quiet presence offering a comforting reassurance. If you don’t remember why you walked into the room, it’s of little importance to him. His thoughts are focused on you, not the trivialities of such human quirks. “Perhaps it will come to you in time,” he says, his tone thoughtful. “Or we may simply walk out and start anew, as Elves are wont to do with most things.”

➳ With that, he offers you a kind smile, his usual sternness softened, and gives you a moment to gather your bearings. He doesn’t press further. Instead, he offers his arm or a steady presence, eager to ensure that the moment doesn’t feel embarrassing for you. His love for you, grounded in his devotion to Lothlórien, allows him to view these small, human slips not with judgment but with affection.

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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.

➳ Haldir watches, silently observing as you reach over to flip your pillow to the “cool side” before settling in. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, an eyebrow subtly arching in quiet curiosity. In Lothlórien, the rhythms of nature and the stillness of the forest are far more predictable than the small, human quirks that you exhibit. Elves, who have long learned to sleep soundly under the gentle embrace of starlight, never felt the need to worry about the warmth of their pillows. But here you are, flipping the pillow with a small, decisive motion, as if performing some ancient ritual.

➳ Haldir remains still, but his mind is already processing the moment. Why would one flip the pillow? he wonders, though he doesn’t ask. He doesn’t need to. His gaze softens, intrigued by the simple, human need for comfort. He is not unfamiliar with the concept of rest, but he cannot recall ever experiencing such an impulse himself. Elves, after all, are known for their grace and ease, even in sleep. But you, you are different—a creature of fleeting moments and small habits that make you uniquely human.

➳ It’s a strange thing for him to observe: this small, almost childlike act of adjusting the pillow for comfort, a simple gesture of vulnerability that seems so out of place in the ever-stern, ever-vigilant world of the Elves. Yet, there’s something endearing in it. He feels a strange sense of warmth tug at his chest, a flicker of affection for your little quirks, the small moments that make you feel more… human.

➳ When you settle in and lie down, Haldir glances at you, his lips twitching, almost as if he’s trying to suppress the curiosity and affection that suddenly floods him. He’s seen warriors prepare for battle, skilled in every aspect of combat, yet here you are, preparing for rest in such a human, innocent way. It’s humbling in a way. You’re not bound by tradition, not enslaved to the rigid order of his people. You are free toexperience the world in ways that make you you.

➳ “I… did not know that one could adjust the pillow like this,” he says quietly, almost to himself. He doesn’t mock you; instead, there’s a quiet, contemplative tone to his voice, as if he’s genuinely trying to understand. There’s a brief pause before Haldir adds, with the faintest smile tugging at his lips, “In Lothlórien, we find our peace in the embrace of the trees. But I suppose the cool side of a pillow might do as well.”

➳ His words carry no judgment, only a curious understanding of how something so simple could mean so much to you. He watches you for a long moment, feeling an unexpected tenderness that only deepens with each passing second. The night seems quieter now, the distance between his Elven ways and your human ones feeling just a little less vast.

➳ If you catch his eye, you’ll see that there’s a glint of amusement—an acknowledgment that he’s starting to see how your small, human habits are endearing, a reflection of the simple joys you find in life. For him, it is a new lesson in understanding the beauty of imperfection. And just for a moment, Haldir allows himself to lean back, to let the gentle tranquility of the moment wash over him, accepting that not all things are to be understood or controlled. Some things, like flipping a pillow, are just meant to be experienced.

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🌊 𝓬í𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓷

Cirdan, would react to the human quirks

Friendship bracelets

𓇼 Círdan would pause for a moment, his ancient eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and mild surprise as he looked down at the handcuffs now linking him to you. Elves, with their preference for elegance and freedom, would rarely consider such practical, yet confining, gestures. A gentle smile would tug at the corners of his lips, his voice warm and kind, though tinged with amusement.

𓇼 “Ah, I see you’ve found a new way to bind us together,” he might say softly, his gaze meeting yours with a mix of affection and a hint of playfulness. The thought of being physically restrained, even in such a mild manner, was something far from the Elven way, yet Círdan would not scold you. Instead, he would appreciate the sentiment, understanding it as a sign of your bond.

𓇼 “You’ve chosen a curious form of closeness,” he would continue, his tone light but sincere. “But perhaps next time, a less…metallic approach might suit us better.” There would be no judgment, only the calm, patient wisdom of one who had seen many ages pass, and who knew that human gestures, however odd by Elven standards, were often full of heart. Círdan would likely gently tug at the cuff, raising an eyebrow, before offering a small laugh, letting the moment pass without further comment.

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You Burning their tongue on food even though they just said, “This is too hot.”

𓇼 Círdan would watch with a patient, knowing look as you burned your tongue on the food despite his warning. Having lived through countless ages, he’d seen such simple mistakes many times, yet still, there would be a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. His voice, though warm and gentle, would carry a hint of quiet humor.

𓇼 “I did try to warn you, my friend,” he might say with a soft chuckle, his tone not mocking but more of a fond acknowledgment of your human nature. Elves, with their heightened senses and careful precision, could never make such a mistake, but Círdan understood that humans often had a different approach to things—one that embraced the moment, perhaps without fully considering the consequences.

𓇼 He would likely offer you a soft, understanding smile, a hand reaching for a nearby cool drink or cloth to help soothe your discomfort. “The heat can be fierce to the unprepared,” he would murmur, his voice soothing, the wisdom of the ages in his words. “But you learn quickly, don’t you?” His demeanor would remain calm, his concern for you evident, but never in a way that felt overbearing. He knew that in moments like these, a gentle word and quiet support were all that was needed.

𓇼 Círdan would not be frustrated or annoyed; instead, he would find joy in your innocence, in the way humans experience life in ways Elves no longer could. The bond between you, however small the mistake, would only deepen.

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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).

𓇼 Círdan would watch you with an amused yet serene expression, his ancient eyes softening with affection as your laughter erupts into uncontrollable hiccups and snorts. Elves, so often graceful and composed, rarely let their mirth take such an unruly form, yet Círdan’s patience and understanding would make him savor this moment. He would recognize in your laughter the genuine joy and innocence of humanity, a trait that, despite its occasional awkwardness, he found utterly endearing.

𓇼 “Ah, I did not expect such a display,” he would say with a quiet chuckle, the faintest twinkle in his wise eyes. His voice would be calm and warm, not mocking, but filled with a kind appreciation for the simple, human way you expressed yourself. “It is a rare thing indeed, to see such… vivid merriment among us.”

𓇼 Círdan might pause, his gaze soft as he took in the moment. He would allow your laughter to wash over him, undisturbed by any sense of judgment or discomfort. To him, your laughter—hiccupping and snorting as it was—was a reminder of the liveliness that humans brought to the world, something Elves, despite their long lives and wisdom, could not fully replicate.

𓇼 He would likely smile and offer a gentle hand to steady you, his voice carrying a quiet amusement as he said, “No need to be embarrassed. In fact, I think I prefer this. It is… refreshing.” With a rare, deep chuckle, he would allow the moment to pass, enjoying the lightness you brought into his ancient world, a world often marked by gravitas.

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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.

𓇼 Círdan would observe with a soft, understanding smile as you stand there, momentarily lost in thought, a slight frown tugging at your brow as you try to recall the purpose for entering the room. In his long years, he had seen countless instances of forgetfulness, but he would never be impatient with it, particularly in humans, whose minds, unlike those of Elves, often flitted from one thing to another with such ease.

𓇼 “Ah, a fleeting thought,” he might say gently, his voice rich with calm wisdom. He would never find such moments frustrating; instead, he would appreciate how human minds sometimes wander, unable to grasp hold of every fleeting thought. His gaze would soften, and his smile would remain kind. “You are not alone in this. Even the sharpest minds falter at times.”

𓇼 Círdan would likely take a step closer, his presence steady and reassuring. He would not rush you or offer forced answers but would simply allow the moment to settle, trusting that your thoughts would soon return to you. “Sometimes, it is the small distractions that pull us from our tasks,” he would add, his tone not condescending, but understanding. “And perhaps, it is not so important after all.”

𓇼 His eyes would gleam with quiet amusement, and he might offer a comforting gesture—placing a hand lightly on your shoulder or offering a knowing smile. For him, moments like these were reminders of the beauty in human nature imperfect, but full of wonder. And Círdan, ever wise and patient, would let you take your time, knowing the answers would come when the time was right.

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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.

𓇼 Círdan would watch you with quiet amusement as you flipped the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in. Though Elves, with their long lives and heightened senses, did not often concern themselves with such mundane comforts, Círdan would understand that such simple acts were part of the human experience. In his many years of watching the world, he had come to appreciate the small ways in which humans sought comfort and solace, often in ways that Elves had long since moved beyond.

𓇼 A soft smile would appear on his face as he observed you, perhaps with a slight tilt of his head. His voice would be gentle, laced with a warm curiosity: “Ah, a small ritual of comfort, I see.” There would be no judgment in his tone, only an understanding that your way of seeking peace in the world was different from his own. Elves did not need to flip their pillows; they had an ageless tranquility, a stillness that came with their nature. But Círdan would respect your small act, seeing it as a sign of your connection to the physical world, something that the long-lived Elves, with their more ethereal existence, could not fully grasp.

𓇼 He might chuckle softly, though it would be a laugh of warmth, not mockery. “I suppose I am too accustomed to eternal calm to know such fleeting discomforts. But it is… a simple joy.” There would be an affectionate tone in his voice, a recognition of the human need for such small comforts, and how they anchored you to the world in a way that the Elves, with their distance from mortality, often did not need.

𓇼 With that, Círdan would settle beside you, his presence quiet but reassuring. There was no need for grand words or gestures. The quiet understanding between you both was enough. And in that moment, he would realize that the little human habits—like flipping the pillow—were just another way your lives intertwined.

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🔥𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓻

Adar, would react to the human quirks

Friendship bracelets

☬ Adar’s expression softens briefly as he looks at the handcuffs, his sharp, calculating eyes assessing the situation. For a moment, he remains silent, his usual cold demeanor flickering with confusion. His fingers brush lightly over the metal cuffs, feeling their weight, but there’s no sign of amusement or warmth. Instead, a deep, calculating thought crosses his mind.

☬ “You think… this is a gesture of closeness?” His voice is low, measured, tinged with a hint of skepticism. The thought of being tethered to someone else, even in a seemingly innocent gesture, doesn’t sit well with him. Despite his occasional tenderness toward the Orcs, he’s not accustomed to bonds that he can’t control. His eyes narrow as he considers how best to respond, his hand instinctively tightening on the cuff, pulling slightly.

☬ “It’s a chain,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “A reminder of where we all belong.” His words carry an undercurrent of bitterness, as though the cuffs represent a deeper truth about power and control—something he knows all too well.

☬ He doesn’t yank at the cuffs, but there’s an unspoken weight in his stance, his mind already shifting to how to turn this unspoken connection to his advantage. It’s clear that, despite the apparent softness in your gesture, Adar’s mind always operates with a darker, strategic intent.

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You Burning their tongue on food even though they just said, “This is too hot.”

☬ Adar watches you, his sharp gaze never leaving you as you burn your tongue on the food. His eyes flicker with a mix of irritation and something darker, an unreadable emotion that flashes briefly before he masks it again. When you wince in pain, he doesn’t immediately offer comfort, his mind calculating the moment like a strategist sizing up the consequences of every action.

☬ He sighs, a low, almost imperceptible sound, as if you’ve broken some unspoken rule, but there’s a bitter edge to it. “Did I not warn you?” he asks coldly, his voice carrying an unmistakable tone of frustration. He leans forward slightly, his dark, intense eyes studying you for any sign of weakness or regret.

☬ “Foolishness,” he mutters, shaking his head. Despite the apparent reprimand, there’s a strange sense of detachment in his words—like a father disappointed in his child’s disobedience, but unable to fully express the concern buried beneath his stern demeanor. “You could have avoided it, yet you chose to ignore the warning.”

☬ He watches you struggle with the pain, a hint of something softer flashing across his face. It’s not pity, but a rare, fleeting concern for you as someone he is reluctantly tethered to. His hand twitches slightly, almost as if to reach out, but it stops short, the chains of his own emotions pulling him back.

☬ “If you’re going to endure, at least do so with some sense,” he adds, his voice quieter, though still sharp with the remnants of command. “I won’t have you hurt yourself because of ignorance. Next time, listen to the warning.” There’s an edge of finality in his words, but also something darker—a reminder that even small actions have consequences, and with him, the lesson might be more painful than expected.

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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).

☬ Adar watches you closely, his sharp, calculating gaze fixed on you as you laugh uncontrollably, hiccupping and snorting in a way that echoes through the air. At first, he remains still, eyes narrowing slightly as the strange, unrefined sounds fill the space between you. His expression remains unreadable, but there’s a flicker of something—discomfort or maybe even irritation—beneath his composed exterior.

☬ He stands motionless for a moment, his mind dissecting the situation. “Is this supposed to amuse me?” he asks, his voice low and laced with a hint of disdain. It’s not the kind of laughter that he’s accustomed to, certainly not the kind he can control or twist to his advantage. The sound of your snorting, your unrestrained display, grates against the cold, calculated environment that Adar has so carefully built around himself.

☬ A muscle in his jaw tightens, and his lips curl slightly in distaste. “I never took you for… this,” he mutters, his eyes flicking to the side in something between surprise and irritation. For a brief moment, he considers whether to simply walk away, but instead, he stays, watching you as you continue.

☬ “Enough,” he commands sharply, voice cutting through the air with cold authority. “Cease this… display.” His words aren’t accompanied by any warmth, only a deep, almost contemptuous need for order. To him, such unrefined behavior is beneath him, something chaotic that doesn’t belong in his calculated world.

☬ He watches you, but there’s something beneath his harsh exterior—an unusual flicker of curiosity. He doesn’t understand your outburst, doesn’t know what makes you laugh like this. It’s a vulnerability he’s not used to seeing in others. There’s a brief moment of silence before he speaks again, his tone softened just slightly, though it’s still sharp. “You must learn control, just as I have. Or your foolishness will undo you.”

☬ But his gaze lingers a fraction too long. The strange vulnerability in your behavior leaves a slight, nearly imperceptible shift in his demeanor, a reminder that even someone like him can be caught off guard by the unexpected.

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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.

☬ Adar watches you as you stand there, clearly distracted, your mind seemingly adrift. He observes the moment with an unreadable expression, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as you fumble with the empty space around you, trying to recall why you walked into the room. A brief flicker of something—amusement, perhaps, or mild irritation—passes across his face, though it’s quickly masked by the cold detachment he so often wears.

☬ “Do you… find your mind wandering often?” His voice is low, but the edge of his tone is unmistakable, as though he expects more from you than simple forgetfulness. There’s a sharpness to the question, like he’s probing for weakness, testing how much control you truly have over your own thoughts and actions.

☬ He doesn’t move, instead choosing to stand with arms crossed, an imposing figure in the doorway. “You forget, and yet you stand here, unable to recall what you came for,” he observes, his voice laced with a mix of disappointment and quiet condescension. “Such disorganization would not be tolerated in my presence. Focus. Purpose. It is how the strong survive.”

☬ He takes a slow step forward, his gaze never leaving you, as if assessing whether this lapse in memory is a sign of deeper vulnerability or just a passing moment. “Perhaps this is a failure of your will,” he muses, his tone now colder, with a touch of disdain. “You should train yourself to be sharper, more disciplined.”

☬ For a moment, he remains silent, studying you with the intensity of someone who is used to being in complete control. There’s no warmth in his words, only the weight of his expectations. “Remember why you came here,” he commands, his voice firm. “And if you cannot, then I suggest you leave this place. Your mind is a tool. It should not be left to falter.”

☬ As he speaks, there’s a flicker of something more profound in his eyes, a brief understanding of the frustration that accompanies losing focus, though it’s quickly swallowed by his usual icy demeanor. Yet, in that small moment, there’s a rare glimmer of the complexity within Adar—a leader who, despite his harshness, understands the fine balance of control, even over one’s own mind.

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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.

☬ Adar watches you with an intensity that never seems to waver, even in the most mundane moments. As you flip the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in, he stands still for a moment, observing the small, almost subconscious action with a certain level of curiosity. His eyes narrow slightly, analyzing the way you handle the simplest of tasks, his mind already making note of your behavior.

☬ For a brief second, there’s an odd flicker of something in his gaze—almost as if he’s trying to understand why such an action, so trivial in his mind, seems to bring you a sense of comfort. He has no such need for warmth or coolness in his rest, his body long having adapted to conditions harsher than the soft comforts of a pillow. To him, rest is something far more utilitarian, a necessary pause in the midst of his endless plans and leadership.

☬ “You are… particular,” he mutters, his tone almost disdainful but tinged with a hint of bemusement. The subtlety of your behavior doesn’t escape his notice, and he finds it… strange. To him, the act of sleep is an impersonal thing—something to be endured rather than enjoyed.

☬ His lips curl into a barely perceptible frown. “Comfort,” he continues, his voice softer now but still cutting through the air, “is a weakness. It makes you soft, distracted.” His words hang in the air, heavy with the same cold authority he commands. “In the world I know, comfort is fleeting, and even the smallest indulgences can lead to your downfall.”

☬ He doesn’t move to intervene, but his gaze lingers, almost studying you as if he’s waiting for something. As if this small act of self-care might tell him something deeper about you. Despite his harsh words, there’s a quiet complexity in his eyes—a mix of distant understanding and the distant remnants of his lost Elven nature, a memory of the small comforts that once meant something to him.

☬ “You may rest,” he says, his voice quiet, but with an undercurrent of something like… permission. It’s a strange thing for him to offer, yet, it comes naturally, almost instinctively. There’s no sense of kindness in it, but there’s something almost compassionate, as if he understands the need for small, personal rituals. “But know this,” he adds, his voice hardening once again, “comfort will not protect you from the harsh truths that lie ahead.” And with that, he turns away, leaving you to your rest, though his presence still looms in the space, heavy and ever-watchful, as though guarding you even in your most vulnerable state.

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lazyneonrabbitt · 10 months ago

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Astray far away, towards the lands of the enemy.

Adar x reader | SMUT🔞 | Ch.2

When orcs cross your lands you choose survival. After that you choose selfish desire which makes for a nice turn of events.

WC: 2.2k

Part one of the Lets make Adar a dad fic

Waldreg was a rat, always had been.

But nowadays, with evil lurking he was making quite the points to assure survival.

After Bronwyn gave her speech about fighting and Waldreg had countered it with bowing down for survival you had followed him out of the gates of Ostirith, and during the night, bowed down before your enemy.

Before you, Waldreg made a speech of loyalty but was ignored by the orcs' leader.

Ignored until he had called him Sauron.

You watched Waldreg be grabbed by the throat and thrown to the ground, still offering loyalty to whoever the man before you all might be.

Again he was ignored, as the man took Rowan who stood right before you and was dragged to face the crowd, forced to kneel as the orc leader tossed a dagger at Waldreg's chest. Finally speaking.

"Only blood can bind."

Before your eyes, in the torch lit town you watched as Waldreg did as instructed, and killed your friend to pledge his loyalty.

Next thing you knew you were following along with orders, listening to Adar give his speech to the Uruks he called his childen. Abd then trying to hide from your now enemies, praying the Uruks recognised you as their ally.

Only the Uruks weren't the biggest of your worries as another troop came in on horseback to aid the oposing forces.

So you hid with the remainder of the troop that managed to escape. You hid in the woods until the ground shook and fire rained from the sky and by the time the enemy fled you were back with Adar and the others and the start of building a new home was done.

The Southlands were no longer, from now on you were citizens of Mordor.

Scouts were sent off and remaining troops arrived with all belongings, ready to build.

But first it was time for celebration.

Uruks howled and feasted on fallen soldiers, even offering you some meat but you politely declined.

Instead you found the other humans, all getting drunk off whatever survived the onslaught. So you moved on from them too, not feeling like drinking after all that happened. Your last stop was somewhere off at the edge of the town's remains where you stared at the smouldering ashes and low dancing flames on the edge of dying out.

That too didn't bring your mind peace and quiet, so you moved on again. Wandering around until you almost ran into someone after turning a corner.

"Not of the celebrating kind, child?" Adar himself stood before you, two mugs in hand. He offered one to you as he went to sit on some fallen support beams.

"I'm not really one for getting drunk or feasting on my enemies' flesh, no." You joined his side and sat down. "Don't take me wrong, I am glad your Uruks have a home now." Your words ended with a smile, buried behind the drink. It was bad how you wanted to stare at the man for as long as you could. You had wanted it since you first watched him throw Wardreg and had Rowan killed. No one should look that good doing all of that.

"You know your eyes speak enough. No need to hide, I can read you." His gloved hand raised to lower your mug.

"This is good, what is it?" You tried your best to change the topic of conversation with a genuine question.

"A simple Uruk made red wine the last group brought in. Is it that different from what you served here?" He gestured to the tavern that you sat behind and looked at you with a curious look.

"It's so nice and warm." It brought you comfort so you sipped away at it, the nerves of everything happening today finally leaving you. "So strange, it's so much nicer than ours."

This time it was Adar changing the topic again. "Shall we go join the others? Surely you'd warm up to my children quicker that way." His offer was a kind one, filled with elven charm he still possesed even after becoming what he was now.

"I think I prefer the less chaotic energy here, in all honesty. Being able to talk and drink wine, it's nice."

And it was nice, even Adar agreed. Now that he and his children had a home there was no need for endless planning and strategizing to keep him busy anymore.

"I admit, you are right. Having a quiet conversation just for the pleasure of it is something I have not done in a long while." He watched you place your mug down, impressed with how quickly you had downed the wine for a mere mortal who claimed not caring about getting drunk.

You placed the mug down and thanked the wine for silencing the voice in your head as you sat straight up and murmured something. Adar didn't catch what it was, and questioned you about it.

"I said," With a swift move you flung your leg over his lap and straddled him. "There is probably other things that you have not done for pleasure in a very long time."

Adar followed your quick movements with ease, hus gloved hand ending on your hip. Metal digging into your skin to steady you as his other hand came up to rest at your jaw.

Your actions intrigued him. "You assume right." His gloved hand sqeezed a bit harder, making you squirm in his lap as the sharp edges pressed deeper against your bones. "Now, what did you have in mind now that you have sat yourself so selfishly onto my lap?" He wasn't actively moving you off him so you took your chances to move along, inching closer to his face and pressing a swift peck to his jawline before nuzzling his neck.

You only got a confused grunt in response, which had you decide to think more as an Uruk, and bite down on his flesh and grind your hips against his. It earned you a low growl and a sharp pull of your hair that disconnected your lips from his throat.

"You wish to be rough, little mortal?" His gaze changed into an amused grin, taking your hip and shoulder in hand as he manouvered you onto your back, legs still over his as he moved himself atop of you.

His legs on either side of the fallen structure with your hips pulled up against his, a sharp metal hand pressing into the soft plump of your cheeks prying open your jaw to push a finger past your lips.

His ungloved hand went to find the ends of your garment and tear it off your lower half, exposing you to the night air while you struggled to move against the iron grasp on your jaw and the metal digging into your tongue.

"How good of you, to wet your master's fingers for him.." His lips barely an inch from your ear, returning the act of biting down on your earlobe with a soft growl and licking the sensitive flesh.

You mewled as his gloved hand left your face, sharp fingertips dragging down over your clothed torso as he sat back up, untill it reached bare skin. You gasped as he continued south, two fingers moving just off your centre, pulling a soft plea from you. "P.. please, no.."

He watched in amusement as he pressed the flats of his fingers against your mound, just the leather of his glove on your skin. He drank in the fear that mixed with your arousal, adding to his own fire and exposing you further, leaving your body bare to see for anyone who'd wander past.

You could feel his hard length press against you as he rutted his hips against you, his hands toying with your chest making you moan out in pleasure.

He groaned in return, moving to undo his trousers and free his cock, wetting it with your slick.

"It's been long since I have felt this warmth." He breathed out, postitioning his tip at your entrance. You whined with every inch of his length stretching you open, wrapping your legs around his waist as best as you could. The sounds of the Uruks ans men partying drowned out more with each roll of Adar's hips, forcing a moaned breath out of you each time.

He stilled as he bottomed out, hips slotted with yours in a near perfect matter. Leaning forward on his hands his hair framed his face, lust blown eyes staring deep into yours. There was a slight pant in his breath. "I will keep you." His gloved hand moved to your chest, metal fingers toying with your nipple making you whine out. "Y.. yes Lord Father.." Pain and pleasure mixed in the best way. "You are mine to seek pleasure with howevever I wish."

Your hands moves to clas at his thighs in an attempt to make him move. "My body belongs to you, Lord Father."

Your words spurred him on and with a hand on your hip he started moving, cock leaving you almost fully before thrusting back in and setting a steady pace.

Cries of pleasure filled the ashen air, groans and pleased grunts joining the choir behind the tavern. "L..lord Father.. Adar.." Your voice was barely abouve a whisper. " your hand found his hair, fingers scratching his scalp. "Plant your seed.. Use me to continue your bloodline."

His thrusts became more harsh, forcing a gasp from you each time his hips came in contact with yours. "Would you.. truly give up your body.. like that?" He panted between breaths, he hadn't bred in Ages, not feeling the need to produce more offspring. The concept of having a family of his own beside his Uruk children was foreign to him.

"Please.." You pulled him in closer with your heels pressed into his back, moaning as his cock hit just right inside you.

"Make me a mother."

Adar's hips stilled entirely as he looked down on you, a grin spread wide on his faceas he lifted his gloved hand and brought a fingertip down below your chest hard enough to break skin. You could not see what he did, only feel the carving of flesh obscured by the plump of your breast.

He did not speak, nor try to show you. Instead resumed his rough pace as if nothing had happened.

"You will bear my children, yes? For as long as I please. Until your body is no longer fit to carry offspring." His raspy voice was right at your ear, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin on your neck as he bred you.

"Ahh..Adar.. hah.." Your moans increased the closer you got to the edge. They were music to Adar's ears.

Not like the animalistic howls and roars of thr Uruks he had gotten so accustomed to. No, your sounds were addicting.

Your hand found his ungloved one, guiding it between your legs to press two fingers down on your clit, silently begging him to pull you over the edge. On contact you cried out, pleading over and over until the coil snapped and you came, walls clamping down on his cock in extacy.

With no chance to catch your breath your cries turned into begging for rest, a moment to come down but instead Adar kept playing with your clit, fucking into you at the perfect angle that hit every right spot inside of you. The display amused him, filing it all away for if he ever found himself alone and in need of relief.

Before you he panted, chest heaving and mouth hanging open. His tongue rolled out past his smiling lips, a string of drool lowering and disconnecting from the tip of his tongue, dripping down right above your core. His already slick fingers gathered it and spread it all over where his cock disappeared into your folds.

It reminded you that you weren't producing a child with an elf. You were being bred by an Uruk.

Adar's growls and sighs got more frequent along with his thrusts becoming less rythmic. He was as close as you were again.

His hinistrations continued, fingers dancing over your sensitive bundle of nerves as his cock stroked thr spot that had you see stars from the inside.

You threw your head back with one last gut wrenching moan, squeezing your walls around his cock once more and pulling him over the edge with you. With a low growled moan he spilled deep within your womb, stilling to catch his breath.

As he tucked himself back into his trousers he watched your close to unconsious form, eyes closed and breaths evening out.

In your current state you could no longer register the Uruks that had gathered because of the noise, watching their Adar who mated with one of the new women.

He was unsure how long they had been there or how much they saw, but from the howls and cheers he figured they had seen enough.

With a glare in their direction, Adar sent away his children and covered your bare skin to the best of his abilities. You needed a new set of clothes.

With you wrapped in his arms he set off to find a place for you to sleep while he sent others on a hunt for clothes.

#sometimes i write #rings of power #adar #trop adar #adar x reader #adar x you #adar smut #lord father

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be-xkyy · 4 months ago

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𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡 / 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑃𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟

These are some of the ones I will publish, but tell me if you want someone else, it can be from Movie, Serie or Book :)

𝐸𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠🍃

Thranduil

Legolas

Haldir

Elrond

Adar

Annatar/Sauron

𝐷𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠

Thorin

Fili

Kili

𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠

Aragorn

Éomer

Boromir

Faramir

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pinkchaosnight · 10 months ago

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so here is my adar request. basically in which the fem!reader is taken in ep 5 instead of galadriel. once in adar's tent (during ep 6) they talk and get into a heated discussion about sauron and eregion. their banter gets so intense that glûg walks inside to see if everything is okay and then they both snap at them in union and then glûg whispers something like "oh no, dad and mom are fighting" idk something humorous lol. (excuse my grammar mistakes - English is not my native language). i need tension like air.

omg , tysm for this ask. its absolutely flawless. i enjoyed this ep so much! i have initially thought of doing a small imagine but somehow it turned it into this long, also i diverged from the ask slightly too🥹. i have changed some dialouges and scenarios. i hope you enjoy them!

pull of threads - (adar × fem!reader)

summary: dinner with adar is never straightforward is it? when especially you are captured and essentially sort of a prisoner?

(reimagined rings of power ep 6 where reader gets captured instead of Galadriel)

pairing : adar x female!reader

notes : english is not my first language, so i apologize in advance for the errors you might encounter. i have not properly edited, so please let me know if you find any error.

the uruk leader seated across you is poking his food with a vigour, as he regards you with suspicion. humiliation might be the nicest thing you can describe about what you are feeling right now, (along with some other feelings too but you blatantly ignore them) being captured as a prisoner. you were Lady Galadriel's friend and the her aide, until a few months ago when you retired from your post. everything that was going on was so overwhelming that you had to step away from your duties and that's exactly what you did. you travelled around, mostly staying in woods and forests and praying orcs don't chase you. you almost succeeded too until you recieved a letter from Lady Galadriel stating she needed your help, now that they are going to warn Celebrimbor about Halbrand being Sauron. you were reading her letter without a care for your surrounding that unfortunately resulted in you being captured and brought to the uruk camp. and thats why you were currently in this situation, being seated in front the uruk leader. Adar, he is called, as you recall from the days Lady Galadriel captured him many months ago.

the tent which was made up of dirty rags, was surprisingly warm, with a fireplace and a huge table laden with food. combinations of food that seems almost a disgrace to the plates it hold ; with berries, onions and meat. whoever did the dinner should be tossed into the cliff. the said uruk leader was now biting into a piece of meat from god knows what, as he watches you. if he is hoping to catch something from your expression he has another thing coming for him, as you keep your face as emotionless as you can, although Eru knows for how long.

" from my brief time in your Commander's capture, I guessed she was intent on finding Sauron. almost consumed by the thought of it, one might say." his words sliced the depth of silence that hanged between you and him.

" former Commander. and it is none of your concern what her intentions are. who are you to know her mind? you who could not even resist the allure of Sauron's words?" you reply in a monotonous way, hoping he doesn't find anything there.

Adar stops as he hears those words, as he slowly puts down the piece of food he is chewing. he remembers the first time he saw you; being chained up after being captured by Galadriel. all around him was dark but you came with a jar of water and a loaf of bread for him, when everybody was kind of neglecting him, except for when they needed information and torturing. that simple act of kindess and the conversions that ranged from 'hello' to a simple 'have a good day' that followed from your side warmed what little was left of his beating heart. he remember you being firercely loyal to Galadriel yet having a mind of your own to speak if necessary. he remembers how you disagreed when your commander spoke of his children as slaves. and above all, he remembers how you exuded a sense of warmth in that cold space.

now he looks at you in surprise as he leans forward "former?"

you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. after all, how could you let him know that one of the reasons why you left the army and being her secondin command, was his words? the converstion between him, Lady Galadriel and you, when he was captured really messed up your perceptive. other elves could not see but you saw what he was trying to say; that the uruks were just as worthy of lives and living as other creations of Eru, as each had a heart. you remember disagreeing with Lady Galadriel when she mentioned them as slaves, and Adar's eyes flashing in you direction, with ambiguous emotions.

shaking out of your reverie you say "yes, i am no longer her second in command, so its really useless to have me captured in here. i can offer you nothing. "

adar chuckles at your statement, as he rises from his seat and strides towards you. he stops infront of your chair, as he looks at you with an intense stare. and you couldn't help but stare back at him. those eyes, surrounded by scars and years of mutilation, made your heart ache with pain. you wonder what he was thinking, what he was plotting behind those somber eyes of his. you always wondered what happened to him after you ran away from the campsite that day. you retired and wandered in woods after that incident, with nothing to keep you company but fragments of him in your memory. love and hatred have a fine line separating them; you often heard from your friends and in those lonely nights on the woods you wandered if that is true. if you can cross that line with bravery. something that you are afraid to reveal to anyone. he was the one in your mind and on the other side of that fine line, as swirls of feeling wound up in your heart. a dangerous feeling to have for man who is going to kill you......one day.

"who says you can offer me nothing?" he says as he strides close to your face and tucks a strand of hair back. funny he did that because you had the same thought too, of brushing the loose hair of his and tucking it back. "my children found this in your bag" he says as he pulls out the scroll from a table behind you. "we know the elven army is approaching to find Sauron, in Eregion. And that has all the confirmation i want. and i know Halbrand is Sauron"

desperation washes over you as you see the scroll of paper Lady Galadriel wrote and gave you to read before she parted ways. you never got a chance to read the rest of paper as she and you went seprate ways, before you got caught by his minions.

" whatever your plan is, it is not going to work " you say with venom, as you stand up in anger (or so you thought stubbornly), coming face to face with him.

"do you know what Sauron promised me? " Adar asks you as he studies your expression flits from anger to confusion "children, he promised me children. and he made that promise into weapons of wars, my children mere tools for his gratifications, something which can be eradicated at his whims" he says, his voice a tad quite and flushed with sadness. it took all my willpower to keep my hands from reaching his and comforting him.

" you are going to kill him Eregion, aren't you?" i ask as realisation hits me a few seconds later. he moves back a few paces, widening the tantalizing distance betweeen us and doesn't reply as he keeps his back to me.

" you cannot, i think it is his plan too. i just have feeling in my heart this is exactly what he wants. for you to lead your army to him. we must ask Lady Galadriel's advice" i say as he turns and shoots me a look of disbelief.

"why should i listen to the words of someone whose race is hellbent on eradicating us from the face of this plane?" he shouts as he paces towards you, shaking with anger. "i did not capture you to hear your advice. Eregion will fall and Sauron with it" he says as closes the distance between us, trapping me between the chair and him.

"i want Sauron to fall too, i want to kill him and make sure he is permanently wiped off from this earth. but not in this way." i shriek in his face, which was merely inches apart from mine.

"i do not know why you care if i lead my army or not " he hisses as he moves back from me again, his eyes capturing my own ones in anger and perhaps sadness.

there is a tipping point for everyone's anger and you could feel his words pushing you to yours. you could no longer hold the feelings erupting inside you as you shouts." i care because this will all be ending in blooshed. i care because all my loved ones are going there and i don't want them to die. i care for the lives that will be sacrificed if you chose to follow this foolish plan of yours. and i care that something will happen to you and you will not make it out alive"

reality of the words registers in your brain as soon as the words escape your mouth. you have opened your heart and mouth and let all the dam of emotions you kept inside to turn into a river. and now you are going to suffer the consequences, preferably being submerged in those same waters, which you so kept in binds inside your now erratically beating organ.

Adar was stunned, staring at you in utter silence. his heart tingled, with the same warmth he felt months ago in your presence. his ears has always been the receiver of abuse and bad news, never the object to receive the sentiment with which you uttered the words quite a few seconds ago; words with care...and love. he slowly steps forward you, his hands unclenching from the remnant of his anger and reaching towards your face "you ....care about me.....?" his voice is a mere whisper, tinged with something you couldn't place. this goddess, this beacon of kindness care about him?

you wanted to melt into those eyes of his, that is oh so mysterious and perhaps you would have, if the tents did not flap open suddenly.

" lord father, glûg here. i heard shouts coming from outside. i was worried and just came inside to check if you are okay and if nan--" glûg stops as he sees you standing closely to his lord father. you notice his surprise being replaced with a slight smirk in your direction.

"get out" adar and you both says in unison, as you turn towards the orc in annoyance.

"certainly lord father" glûg says as turns away to exit "just lover's quarrel, lord father and naneth better make up". he exits as quickly as he can, muttering to himself.

you turn your head towards him, only to catch his eyes searching your face "yes i do care about you...." your voice is shaking but not in anger and with some other emotions you tried so hard to bury.

a flicker of emotions passes over his eyes as he glazes his vision over you "you think you are the only one who cares? why did you even think i captured you instead of your Commander, when i could have easily caught her and gotten the information too? why did you think you never encountered any orcs while you were sauntering through the woods? never have you escaped from my mind for a moment from the day we met. i tried so hard to keep every emotions i am feeling, hidden from you. but tonight i can't and i won't. i know i am a monster, an abomination for someone so kind as you. but tonight i am baring the one thing that has not been tainted by the evil , to your hands."

he places your hand on his chest, as you your eyes brim with tears. you feel his heart beating erratically, mirroring yours. "from the day you pulled me from that dark abyss, i decided that this heart will only belong to one person, to the one person this heart wholeheartedly loves."

time stops as you hears his words, it is like honey being poured into your ears. "so does mine too" you reciprocate, as you places his hands on your chest. "you are neither a monster nor an abomination. you are beautiful as Eru's any other creation. i even left the army because of you. because you keep on invading my everyday thoughts. and i kept thinking of how you are my enemy and i how i should hate you. but my heart never responded to any negative emotions, for all it had was love for you."

fianlly you can let this emotion run free, this plaguing need for him that you tried so hard to conceal. you would have stood there for eternity, for all of your immortal life, with his warm hands pressing yours into his chest. no words are exchanged betweeen you two in these seconds; no words are needed as the beating of your heart and the measure of your breath are enough to convey the feelings pouring off from both of you. he slowly closes the already miniscule distance betweeen you, as you step forward at the same time too, the tantalizing distance between your lips almost unbearable. you can feel his breath near your mouth, as your lips part with breathlessness and need. you just need to lean forward and place your mouth. you slowly reach forward, just enough to press the lips against his----

" lord father, i got a sudden report that---what is happening here?" glûg's voice rang across the tent as you and adar both turned to his direction.

" GET OUT GLÛG" you both cries in unison as poor glûg scurries off, being banished from the tent second time. but not before he catches a warm smile passing over his lord father. glûg catches from his peripheral vision, of his lord father pressing a chaste kiss in your cheek before placing his forehead against yours and smiling a genuine smile, which he has never seen.

'things will be good from now on' glûg thinks as he passes over to the next tent, thinking of the elf that thawed the ice of his lord father's heart. the one his lord father told him about months; the one lord father instructed him to call naneth in the future. and the one who made his lord father whole again after eons.

extra notes - all the asks i got, i will update them by this week itself, tysm for requesting! please leave a like and reblog and if you enjoyed reading them. hope everyone have an amazing day :)

#adar #adar x you #adar x reader #adar rings of power #the rings of power #adar x oc

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lordofthescrolls · 10 months ago

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Sweven (Adar x Elf reader)

Rating: Angst | Fluff

Summary: You did Sauron’s bidding because of a promise he made and when he was killed by Adar you were left with nothing… Or so you thought.

You didn’t know how long you had been kept in this prison, but you grew used to the dark, the lack of flames from torches you grew so accustomed to while living in the mountain. Now you were casted to the cold stones beneath Sauron’s chambers all because you had given him what you had promised… Power.

And you waited like any good servant would for his promise in return… One he did not give… Yet. You would constantly remind yourself. He will keep his promise, he will.

“My children told me there was one prisoner who refused to die.” A voice you have heard countless of times since you were taken, “Iston i nîf gîn.” He said. I know your face.

You knew his as well. You would admire him from a far as you both served Sauron in your own ways, never speaking to one another, but always there. You grew curious of the once elf now forged by darkness itself and created into a creature of the shadows.

It was his voice that intrigued you the most as it was the only thing you could truly hold onto here. A gruff and sad voice that you would hear in your dreams sometimes when the nights got too cold or the loneliness settled deep in your bones… Not that you would ever share that secret with anyone.

“I am an elf. Malnourishment does not kill me… You should be aware of that yourself… Elf.” You muttered quietly, your voice scratchy from the lack of use.

“Uruk.” He corrected you.

“Has… Sauron forgiven me?” You whispered brokenly as you blinked up at him, “I—” You coughed, “I did not mean to fail him. I swear. I didn’t have enough… I can try again. I can do better. Please tell him I can do better.” Your pleas were only met by silence and you watched him cautiously as he passed you a mug filled with water.

“Sauron is gone.” He replied, stepping back as he watched you gulf down the water in barely a second.

Your heart fell at his words, “He will come back for me then.” You murmured, shackled to the stone wall, “We have a deal.”

“Will he?” There was amusement in his voice, “It has been months since he had you chained down here.”

Months? Your throat felt dry again and you looked down at the now empty cup in your hands. Had it really been that long? “He could be continuing his plan.” You pressed wanting to believe that your wish will be fulfilled, “Him being gone doesn’t mean anything. He will return.”

“He could be...” He retorted, his gaze trailing over the tattered dress that you had been left in, “Or he could be dead.”

“He is not.” You seethed, your gaze snapping back to his.

“He is.” His grin was barely reckognizable but it was there.

“Your lies do not sway me.” You looked away from him, “Sauron isn’t dead. He can’t be, he is—”

“I killed him myself.” He proclaimed and he watched you lunge at him, the only thing stopping you was your chain.

“You…” Your breath caught in your throat as the first feeling that filled your chest was pure happiness. The joy that your master was finally gone and that you were free to do whatever you wished… To leave even, but then the loss settled in as you realized your wish would never be fulfilled. You would be left yearning for an eternity all because of a stupid elf.

“How could you.” You growled out as you slammed your fist into the ground, “Traitor!” You screamed at him, yelling profanities as he stood by and waited for you to calm down. You fell to your knees and began to weep not for your master, but for yourself. For the loss of a gift you so desperately wanted.

Adar crouched in front of you, looking down at you as if you were some wounded animal, “I have seen you in passing, always at his side. Never spoke a word, never showed emotion, always there… What did you do for him?”

“I healed him… Made him stronger…” You muttered broken as you recalled all those countless nights, brewing herbs in teas, using the magic you possessed to grow his power.

“And what did he offer you?” He asked gently as if trying to coax a wounded doe. That is what he deemed you were, a fragile doe left in a raging storm.

Your lips curled back as a grim expression took your face. Your tears falling freely as you cried in frustration and grief. You worked so very hard to please him and now here you were back to where you started… With nothing.

“I couldn’t…” Your throat tightened as you tried to speak through you cries, “I couldn’t have any… He promised he would fix me if I helped him… He promised and you took that from me!” Your anger grew as you lunged at him again, but he was quick and precise, always was with everything you have seen him do. He grabbed your wrist before you could fully swing at him and you felt yourself break in defeat as you sobbed.

“What did I take from you?” He asked again. His voice was low and gentle, his curiosity now growing.

“A family.” You replied barely above a whisper cursing the vacant womb you were blessed with since you were created, “All I wanted was a family.” Your voice broke.

He allowed you to pull your wrist free from his grasp and watched as you curled yourself into a ball, burying your face in your knees to hide your shame. Adar’s words seem to fail him in that moment as he looked at the broken elf maiden. He expected many answers to slip from your soft lips, but not that… Not when it was so close to the wish that he sought out for. The one that was granted when he was given his children. It was an answer that made him reach for your shackles and setting you free.

Your cries turned into sniffles as you felt the weight of the metal leave your ankles and you peaked up at him with hesitant curiosity.

“Are you hungry?” He asked in a gentle voice that was as rough as the stone you were used to sleeping against.

You didn’t answer with words, but a gentle nod of your head was all the confirmation he needed.

That was how you found yourself sitting at the stone table where Sauron used to dine. It was only on rare occasions that he would allow you to sit with him when he wanted to learn more about the slicers you created. You remember most nights however, you were left hungry because he was uninterested in your health. You were an elf, you only needed little to survive no matter how painful it was. Now the table was filled with orcs as they ate without fear of Sauron’s wrath.

“Why are you doing this?” You whispered sitting on Adar’s right as he sat at the head of the table. You had yet to touch your food and waited on his answer.

“He did not care for your wish as you thought he did. That is why he shackled you in such darkness after you provided no more use for him.” He explained as he took a sip of his wine.

“And you? Do you have use for me? Is that why I am up here?” You asked, accusing him of the same thing that Sauron had done.

“I am not him.” His reply was sharp as he stared at you, “I want nothing of you. You are free to leave now if you wish.”

You took in his words as you looked back to your plate. You could hear your stomach growl once the scent finally registered. You reached for the meat first and took a large bite as you contemplated on Adar’s words.

You were finally able to leave freely and that left excitement billowing in your chest, but it slowly fizzled away when you realized where would you even go? Who would want to take in a follower of Sauron? You thought and now your stomach filled with dread. They would kill you where you stood especially with the mark seared onto the back of your neck.

“Guren *glassui.”

It caught you off guard as you heard your mother language be spoken by the uruk sat across the table from you. It was clear he was speaking to you and everyone else continued with their conversation, everyone except for Adar who watched the interaction silently.

“You speak elvish? How?” You accused as your thoughts were scattered. It had been a long time since you were able to speak to anyone beside Sauron and even then it was only to agree to whatever he said. Your manners seem to evade you now as you pressed, “Thank you for what?” Was I being mocked? You weren’t sure.

This time the feast grew quiet as everyone listened in on your conversation. If uruk’s could blush you would see the poor uruk’s face turn bright red, “I asked Lord Adar to teach me your elvish words of thank you.”

Oh… Your gaze softened as you looked at him, “Why would you want to know my language?” You asked, but this time your tone was gentler.

“I was hurt badly… I would have died if not for your healing magic. That is why I thank you.” He explained, a shy expression overtaking his face.

“Ah…” Your voice trailed off in surprise.

You came to realize over the years you’ve been captive under Sauron’s hand that Uruk’s weren’t evil beings… Just forced to do bad things. This particular uruk, you vaguely remember helping one night while passing by the less then salvageable infirmary…

“You’re welcome.” You nodded towards the uruk, “I am glad that you survived. You did well. You all did well, truly.”

Your words seemed to brighten his and his siblings moods as the celebration continued in full. The dinning room and the rest of the mountain was filled with cheers as they celebrated their victory. Soon enough it was just you and Adar who were left at the table.

Your plate was wiped cleaned as you subtly looked for more food.

He noticed this and pushed his plate towards you, “Here.”

Your face heated up, “I couldn’t, that’s yours.”

“I’m not that hungry. Go ahead and eat before one of my children steal it from you.”

That was all you needed to hear before you were eating the rest of his meal, your stomach finally happy from being filled.

Adar watched you with mild humor and his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back in his seat, “Have you decided what you will do?”

You wiped your mouth with your sleeve after you drank your wine. You looked towards him a small frown on your lips, “I don’t think I can go anywhere… Not with who I am… What I’ve done… I have nothing left.” You looked at the table, “He took my old life from me.”

“But not your new one.” Adar responded and you waited for him to continue as you leaned back to stare up at the stone ceiling, “You have everything to look forward to and experience.”

“But where? Who would possibly take me in when I have a mark of evil on my neck.” You spoke in frustration.

“I would.”

It was barely a whisper, but it had you sitting up to face him fully, “What?”

“I would take you. As you are. Right now.” He repeated, clear and sure this time.

“Even if I offer nothing to you?” You muttered quietly.

Adar nodded and stood from his seat, “You wouldn’t need to do anything you don’t want to.” He looked down at you with a softness in his gaze, “You could stay with my children and I.” He looked away for a moment.

It was then that he held his hand out for you to take if you wanted too as he continued, “We are not welcome in that world, but when we find our home it can be your home too… If you wish.”

You stared at his outstretched hand for a moment with entirety of emotions swirling in your chest. Fear, gratitude, anxiety… Care… This was the most you felt in a very long time and it was him… The silent brooding elf… Uruk making you feel.

His hand felt warm as you took it, a redness brushing against your cheeks as he pulled you up to stand.

“Thank you.” You whispered quietly as you looked up at him, “For offering me a home.”

“Always.”

It was a year later when you were curled up under Adar’s arm and covered by furs that kept you both warm. You breathed in his scent and listened to his slowed heartbeat as you tried to fall asleep with him, but something felt different tonight. It was only when listening to the laughter of his children that you have grown attached to just outside of your shared tent that you realized in some twisted way Sauron had given you the dream you desired… You finally had a family.

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— PROTECTING THAT WHICH IS MOST FRAGILE

PAIRING — Adar x fem!Elf!Reader

SUMMARY — Sent to patrol the area where the Orcs' settlement was, you find an abandoned baby. Perhaps most Elves would remain unbothered but you have always loved the imperfect things, the ugly ones, the unwanted ones. You take care of the baby, not knowing yet that taking him with you will change your life forever.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I missed writing for Adar, so here we are! 🤭 I also really wanted to write him with a pure, good Elven woman that would be a bit like Galadriel in the way she radiates light because I love the contrast between them two. 🙈

WORD COUNT — 6,020

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

PROTECTING THAT WHICH IS MOST FRAGILE

You had always loved the imperfect things, the ugly ones, the unwanted ones. What was making other Elves look the other way or wince out of disgust, would make your heart clench deep inside your chest. You felt the need to protect such things, to take care of them and to love them.

Because who else would?

Living in the Southlands and being responsible for protecting humans was an easy task for you because you never looked at them with contempt or superiority. However, being immortal and watching them get old and die – that was the most difficult part.

Lately, the human villages under your protection had been threatened by the Orcs – filthy, evil creatures. A mockery of your kin.

For them you had no sympathy. Or at least you thought so.

On the night before your friends had found a primitive settlement made by a few Orcs by the edge of the forest. The Elves had destroyed it and killed the Orcs but you were sent there to patrol the area to make sure no other Orcs had come in the meantime and settled there instead.

You were quick and swift, nearly inaudible as you sneaked around the woods you had known your whole life. Your bow and arrows attached to your back as you remained observant towards every leaf shivering in the wind and every howl in the distance.

When you arrived at the settlement, it was visibly empty even though the stench of the Orcs still remained. There was no light, however, although the smoke from the huts being burnt still lingered on.

You looked around one last time before turning around to walk away when a sudden and unexpected sound caused you to freeze.

Pathetic and weak wailing.

There was something pitiful about the sound and you found yourself looking for the source of it inside the burnt huts. And, finally, you found it in a basket under the table – a baby.

An Orc baby, naturally. The ugliest little creature you had ever laid your eyes on with sharp teeth and small, watery eyes as its hand was reaching out for you. Your heart clenched deep inside your chest at the sight. You couldn’t abandon it but you also couldn’t take it back to your Elven friends. They wouldn’t feel the same sympathy you did. After all, it was a child. Still innocent and still uncorrupted. And it was not its fault that their kin was a mockery of yours.

You picked the baby up gently and shushed it. You looked inside its diaper made of rags and found out he was a boy.

“Don’t cry, little one,” you tried to calm him down and caressed his little head. “Are you hungry perhaps?” You asked and walked outside to sit on the rock.

You weren’t sure if small Orcs could eat lembas bread but you had nothing else to offer. To your relief, the small piece was enough to make the baby stop crying and you watched him fall asleep in your arms now, clinging to you. You sighed, trying to figure out what to do now.

Coming back to your friends was not an option, which you had already known. Leaving the child behind to die was not something you would consider either. Therefore, all you could do was to sneak deeper into the forest, find another settlement of the Orcs and simply drop the babe off there, hoping to remain unnoticed.

You adjusted the baby in your arms and stood up, determined to continue with your plan as you walked into the woods calmly, trying not to wake the exhausted little boy up.

The deeper you went into the woods, the more lost you felt. Even though you had known these forests ever since you were a baby, they had changed recently as the Orcs’ presence seemed to corrupt the woods’ energy significantly. You no longer felt safe and the fact you were not only responsible for yourself but also for a small child was not helping.

However, you did not want to give up. If you were to get hurt or lose your life while trying to do the right thing and protect something so small, vulnerable and innocent… so you would. That was every Elf’s duty even if some had forgotten already what the source of their light was.

The little Orc baby started crying all of a sudden and you stopped in the middle of the path to stand by the huge tree nearby as you were trying to shush him gently. Too focused on him, you didn’t hear the leaves creaking behind you and the next moment you felt a dirty, crooked blade being held to your throat. You swallowed thickly and your eyes widened as you pressed the child closer to your chest.

When you turned your head around, you found yourself face-to-face with an Orc with a few more standing behind him, snarling at you like wild animals. You swallowed thickly and looked down at the baby in your arms.

“What do you have there, Elf?” The Orc asked you and lifted up an edge of the blanket the baby was wrapped in with the tip of his knife.

He was visibly surprised at the sight and he looked around to say something in the filthy Black Speech to his companions. At his words, they all gathered around you and kept staring at the baby. Little boy was looking back at them with big eyes.

“Where did you get the baby from?” One of the Orcs asked you with contempt.

“I… I found him abandoned inside a burnt settlement,” you answered, purposefully not mentioning who had burnt the very village although the Orcs did not need to be told because they snorted at that.

All except for one, who squinted his eyes and approached you quite aggressively. He pointed his blade at you and you put your heads around the baby’s head to protect him.

“Why did you take him?!” He asked.

“I… I wanted to bring him to you… I assume his parents’ are dead but I thought you were taking care of your own, so…” You started, your voice trembling slightly.

“Stop lying!” The Orc snapped and you got startled. “You stole him and wanted to take him to your kind. To hurt him,” he emphasised and his friends looked at each other as if they had just realised something.

“I would never hurt a child, no matter what kin they are!” You protested.

“Shut up,” the Orc growled and tore the baby from you. The boy started to cry immediately and you reached your hands out for him as your own eyes filled with tears but the Orc threatened you with his blade once more.

“Don’t,” one of his friends laid his hand on the Orc’s shoulder. “We should take her to Adar. Let him decide,” he said and you swallowed a lump in your throat.

You had heard that name before… Adar. It was being said with fear and mystery. A leader of the Orcs. What could you expect from him?

The worst, you assumed.

You were led by the Orcs through the mud with shackles around your wrists. You were stumbling and falling a lot as they laughed and kept pulling the chains, which caused your whole body to end up bruised and dirty. Your hair was filled with mud and leaves that got stuck to your matted hair strands. You were exhausted and humiliated but what kept you motivated to keep going was the baby boy you had rescued. The most aggressive of the Orcs had been carrying him and trying to shush him but the baby was crying and wailing all the time.

Poor little babe, he must have been exhausted from all this screaming and he kept reaching his little hands out towards you whenever he saw your face. However, when you had once dared to suggest that you could carry him instead, one of the Orcs had slapped your face with a hilt of his dagger and cut your cheek open.

You were led inside a village in the middle of the darkest part of the forest. There was a clearing but enormous, old trees surrounded it, therefore their leaves provided the lack of sunlight even in the daytime. In the middle of this settlement there was a huge fire burning and most houses resembled more of simple tents but near the fire there stood a more proper hut made of wood that most certainly belonged to someone important.

Everyone froze at the sight of you being dragged by the Orcs and they were curious about the crying baby, too. When you arrived at the small empty space pretending to be some sort of a market place in the middle of the village, you were thrown on the hard ground made of stone.

“Tell Adar to come here,” the aggressive Orc ordered his friends and they nodded before rushing away to the inside of the wooden hut.

In the meantime, some female Orc approached the man and took the baby from him but the boy kept on crying and your heart ached more and more with each of his cries.

“We found this she-Elf on our land with this baby,” the Orc announced to everyone gathered, pointing his dirty finger at you. “She stole him from the settlement her kin had burnt and she wanted to take him to the Elves, so they could experiment on him.”

“That is not true!” You sobbed at the sight of angry Orcs walking up to you. They were standing in a circle around you and staring at you with nothing but intense hatred inside their eyes. “I wanted to bring him home and to protect him!” You tried to convince them as tears streamed down your cheeks. “Please, I would never hurt him…”

One of the Orcs was already crouching down to you and grabbed you by your dirty hair to pull on them while he threw your head back and you winced out of pain.

He licked his lips as you watched him with terror in your eyes but your hands were in shackles, therefore you could not push him away when he reached out for his knife.

You shut your eyes close and swallowed a sob when suddenly you felt the Orc being pulled away. When you dared to open your eyes again, you saw a man standing above you instead and your jaw dropped slightly at the sight of him.

He was… No, he could not be, could he?

An Elf.

But not an ordinary one, no. His skin was unhealthy pale in an odd shade of grey and it was covered in scars that only emphasised he had been through a lot. His blue eyes were ice cold and full of contempt but also sadness and wisdom. His long, black hair contrasted with his skin but it also suited his clothes made of black leather mostly.

He crouched down slowly as the Orcs kept observing your interaction. You tried to move back slightly from him but he reached out for you and brushed your dirty hair out of your face.

“What brings you here, child?” He asked in the Quenya language.

The way he called you and the speech he chose to use made you realise he had to be very old.

“I… I didn’t want to hurt the baby… I promise… I… I found him and I couldn’t abandon him there, so I…” You tried to explain nervously while crying but the man was patiently listening to you. “I wanted to drop him off near one of your settlements but I got caught… I… I would never hurt a baby…” Your lower lip trembled. “Please, believe me…”

“I believe you,” the man nodded, calmly. Some of the Orcs sighed with relief but others looked at each other, angrily. “Can’t you see, my children?” He stood up and turned around to face the Orcs. “She scares you but not because of what she had done but because her light is blinding you. Worry not, her light cannot hurt you like the sun,” he assured them and turned around once more to nod at one of the Orcs.

The Orc released your hands from the shackles and you massaged your sore wrists before trying to stand up, a little clumsily. The man who had to be a mysterious Adar offered you his hand to help you with it and you froze.

After a short while of hesitation, you allowed him to grab you and pull you up.

“You are my guest now,” he told you. “Stay with us for dinner and then I shall let you go. What do they call you, my Lady?”

“(Y/N),” you told him. “And I’m not a Lady,” you added and he smiled gently. “What do they call you?”

“Adar,” he said just like you had assumed by now.

There were many questions you were dying to ask him out of curiosity but you knew you should be leaving this settlement. You were not safe there and you did not trust his invitation for dinner. Also, you had never been a nosy person and everyone had their right to keep their secrets. You didn’t expect him to suddenly tell you the story of his life.

“I appreciate your invitation but I believe I should leave now,” you told him and he tilted his head slightly. For a short while you had a feeling that you could spot sadness there but then he nodded at you.

“She can’t!” A female voice made you both turn around. It was the female Orc that had taken the baby you had rescued. He was still crying. “She is responsible for him now. She was the first person he saw after his parents died and now he has a bond with her,” she explained. “He won’t stop crying unless…” She approached you and handed you the baby, nearly aggressively.

Oh, what a sweet silence suddenly occurred as the baby boy stopped crying immediately when he found himself in your arms. He yawned and clinged to you as he closed his eyes. He was finally falling asleep.

It filled you with warmth as this innocent little creature chose you as its protector but it also burdened you with responsibility and… it was surely creating a dilemma. You looked up to meet Adar’s gaze and his ice cold eyes seemed to be so gentle at that moment, you nearly melted under his gaze.

“I cannot take him with me. My kin would never understand,” you whispered.

“Stay here then,” Adar proposed and you shook your head.

The female Orc walked away now and you saw one of the male Orcs being angry at her for handing you the baby but she exclaimed something at him in the Black Speech and he shut his mouth.

“My children are mortal,” Adar explained. “He will be grown in a few years, then you can leave him. To us, a few years are like seconds to them,” he added. “But I won’t blame you if you decide to leave.”

At this moment, something about him made you trust him more. As you looked even deeper into his eyes, you saw so much pain. Pain of watching them all being born and then die – the ones he was calling his children. Like you felt towards all the humans that you had befriended. The fact they were all mortal was sometimes too painful but you had your Elven friends to grieve with. This man – Adar – he was alone.

“I shall stay for some time and make my decision,” you nodded at him and cuddled the baby a little tighter. The bond that had been forged between you was not one-sided by any means.

“Thurga,” Adar called for the female Orc and she came back to you. “(Y/N) will stay with us for some time. Can you spare a room in your tent for her?” He asked and you looked down at the baby so he could not see how terrified you actually were of sleeping inside one of those tents, surrounded by the Orcs.

“Aye, I can, Lord Father,” Thuga nodded. “Come with me, Elf,” she ordered you around and you cracked a smile at Adar before unsurely following her into one of the tents.

Just like you assumed, it was filthy and cold inside as all the Orcs sitting by the table were looking at you with hatred or curiosity. Unfortunately, the aggressive Orc who had been the most awful to you was actually Thurga’s husband. They also had a few children sitting there and they all went quiet at the sight of you.

“Lord Father says she-Elf stays and he wants her to stay here,” Thurga announced and her husband snarled.

“Here, Elf,” Thurga pointed at some rags on the ground next to the fire. “It’s warm here. That’s your spot,” she said and you blinked a few times.

“Um…Thank you, Thurga,” you smiled at her and sat there. Thurga’s husband was visibly angry and he left the tent in a hurry.

“Don’t mind him,” Thurga sat next to you and caressed the baby in your arms. “I know him. I knew his mother. It’s a shame she died,” she sighed and you pursed your lips since you knew that it was your friends who had been responsible for that.

“What is his name? Do you know?” You asked her.

“Aye, I know,” Thurga nodded. “It’s Glûg,” she told you.

“Glûg,” you repeated out loud and smiled gently. “That’s a pretty name.”

“You think so?” Thurga asked as if she found it hard to believe.

“I do,” you nodded at her and leaned in to kiss the baby’s forehead.

“Do you have children of your own?” Thurga furrowed her brows and you looked at her, surprised. “You’re probably thousands of years old, you could have hundreds of ‘em,” she said and you chuckled softly.

“I’m not that old, Thurga,” you told her. “A few hundred.”

“Practically a baby yourself then,” Thurga rolled her eyes.

“And no, I don’t have children,” you confessed and looked down, a little sadly.

“Why not? You seem to be good with little ones,” Thurga pointed out, apparently not knowing that it was inappropriate to ask such questions so openly.

“I have never met my match,” you told her. “It works differently for the Elves. A small fascination is never enough to marry. It must be something… Something much deeper and I have never experienced it,” you smiled sorrowfully.

“The hell you need a husband for to make a baby?!” Thurga laughed and you looked at her in a scolding manner.

“Us, Elves, we do not… We do not get intimate before the wedding,” you explained to her and she snorted at that.

At that moment, Adar entered the tent and Thurga’s angry husband was standing behind him. He had complained to his Lord Father apparently about you staying at his tent.

“How do you find your new place to stay?” Adar asked you and you looked up at him.

“It is enough, thank you,” you answered, politely.

“It was a foolish idea of mine, though. You should not interrupt the peace of Thurga’s family. Come,” he waved his hand at you and you stood up carefully with Glûg asleep in your arms.

You followed Adar outside the tent and he led you inside his wooden house. It also was not luxurious by any means but it was way more decent and it resembled the human huts you knew from the villages.

“You will be safer here. It will be a sign for them that I accept you,” Adar explained and you nodded as he pointed at a wooden bed near the fireplace. “For you and the baby.”

“His name is Glûg,” you told Adar and laid the baby on the bed with a smile before turning around to look at the man. “Where will you sleep?”

“I have told our carpenter to make me my own bed,” Adar explained. “It will be ready for tomorrow but I do not need to sleep tonight. You, on the other hand, are exhausted,” he pointed out. “How many nights without sleep?”

“Four,” you answered and Adar nodded.

“Sleep, you must,” he approached the door. “I shall not disturb your rest. Are you hungry?”

“I am fine. I still have lembas bread in my pocket and Glûg can eat it, too,” you answered.

“Lembas… I have not had it in centuries,” Adar whispered.

“Do you want some?” You offered him but he shook his head with a sad smile.

“Go to sleep,” he only answered before leaving you alone with Glûg inside his house.

Weeks have passed inside that settlement and with each one, you were growing more and more used to that place. And you certainly were very close with Glûg now. He was really like your son – you slept cuddling together, you fed him with the food prepared by the female Orcs, you played with him and you gave him baths. The others were laughing at you that he was the cleanest Uruk baby out of all because you were giving him a bath every other day.

You would only leave him sometimes to play with the other babies and to spend time around his own kin, so he could learn the Black Speech, which was a skill you could not teach him yourself although the language was so easy that you were starting to understand some of it already.

It seemed like lots of the Orcs actually started to accept and like you – with a few stubborn exceptions, obviously. Like Thurga’s husband. But other than him and a few other grumpy men and women, you were quite liked. You radiated pure light that was impossible to ignore. Despite being dirty creatures of darkness, they were drawn to you.

They wanted you to tell them stories and to cut some of your hair to wear as an amulet. They were teaching you Uruk lullabies in return that you could sing to your son and they showed you how to cook the food that he would surely enjoy.

Adar was keeping his distance from you, though. Despite sharing the same house he was treating you like air most of the time. He was respectful when it was needed but nothing more than that. He seemed to be a mysterious and quiet man and you did not wish to interrupt his peace either since you knew it was a result of lonely centuries he had spent all alone. However, most of the time you could feel his eyes on you. When you were dancing with the Uruk babies, when you were carrying your little baby and singing him lullabies, when you were praying each evening to the Valar by the moonlight. His eyes were constantly on you but there was nothing unsettling or malicious about his gaze. In fact, it was rather… shy? But he never approached you.

Therefore, you were surprised to hear Thurga’s words that evening when you helped her to cook the food for her babies and for Glûg.

“You know, Elf, I can mind the little one some evenings when you and Lord Father wish to be alone,” she winked at you.

She winked.

And you froze.

“What are you talking about? Don’t be daft,” you scolded her. “Why would we want to be alone? It is awkward enough already between us,” you explained.

“Aye, I know, I know…” Thurga sighed. “An Elf like you would never look at an Uruk like that but he’s so lonely. Always has been, ever since I remember and had to be for centuries before I was born,” she said. “And he once was your kin, they say,” she lowered her voice as if it was a secret and not something obvious.

Well, perhaps to the Orcs it was not. To them, it was a myth.

“I abandoned my people to raise an Uruk child. You cannot possibly be accusing me of being prejudiced,” you defended yourself.

“I’m only sayin!” Thurga rolled her eyes and you watched her for some time from the corner of your eye before going back to cooking.

When the meal was done and kids were fed, you took Glûg with you back to the house because it was time for him to go to sleep. However, when you walked inside, it was incredibly cold there.

“What happened here?” You asked and adjusted Glûg on your hip at the sight of Adar crouching down by the fireplace and cursing in the Black Speech. “Why is it so cold?”

“The wood has gotten damp and the fire does not want to start,” he explained as he stood up. “I’m sorry.”

“Well, I can handle the cold,” you said although you were not so sure as the silver went down your body, “but what about Glûg?” You asked, worryingly.

“Here,” Adar offered you his blanket and you took it.

For that night, you did not change into your nightgown you had made for yourself a few weeks earlier out of an old linen you had managed to find. You decided that staying in your clothes would be a better idea and you put two blankets over you and Glûg, keeping the baby close to make sure he was warm but at the same time you didn’t want to hold him too close and suffocate him by accident.

You were trembling out of coldness, especially in the middle of the night. It was winter, after all, and the house was poorly made so the wind was getting inside through the cracks between the wood.

Your shaky breath had to keep Adar up because you heard him on his own bed, turning over. You wondered if he was cold, too or was he immune to such harsh weather after everything he had been through.

“Are you cold?” He asked in a raspy voice.

“Y-yeah,” you admitted. “Y-y-you?”

“A bit,” he admitted and you smirked. He had to be as cold as you, apparently, but he would never admit it.

Long silence occurred between you and then you heard his bed squeak as he stood up. You moved a bit closer to Glûg and made space in your bed, which was your silent consent for him to join you, so he did.

You felt the mattress sinking when Adar laid behind you and the moment he put his arm around you made you sigh out of relief. It was much warmer in an instant and you reached your hand out to pull the blankets over him as well.

“Do you think your friends are looking for you?” Adar asked suddenly, in a whisper, straight into your ear.

“Surely. But they will not find me. Not so deep in that forest,” you answered quietly. “And in a few years, I shall rejoin them.”

“What will you tell them?”

“The truth,” you confessed and you felt his arm squeezing you a little tighter.

“That you raised an Uruk? They will outcast you for that, Elf,” he pointed out.

“It is not in my nature to lie,” you answered. “And if they do outcast me for such a thing, then I shall be an outcast then,” you shrugged your arms.

“What will you do then? As an outcast? Where will you go?” He asked more questions and you quite enjoyed the fact he had gotten so talkative but at the same time you wondered what had caused it.

“I will go back to the place where I am accepted,” you answered without giving him an answer too obvious and too straightforward.

“Perhaps you could skip the part in the middle,” Adar whispered.

“Perhaps. We will see,” you nodded and leaned back as your muscles relaxed after getting warmer. You could feel his chest rising up and down and his steady breath calmed you down. “What happened to you?” You asked. It was your turn to inquire.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re an Elf like me,” you pointed out.

“I am an Uruk,” he protested.

“How did it happen?” You changed your question. “You don’t have to tell me,” you quickly added. “I am simply wondering.”

“I was tempted by Morgoth’s promises and followed him,” he answered and you felt a shiver go down your spine at the mention of his master’s name. “I paid the price for my own choice, so do not pity me.”

“How do you know I would pity you?” You cracked a smile.

“Because I know you enough, (Y/N),” he brushed your hair with his rough fingers. “I have been observing you. You are made of pure light like you are straight out of Valinor but I no longer have access to such holiness. Even my children are drawn to you. You are a blessing for us. Our miracle.”

“Perhaps it was no coincidence that I am here,” you sighed.

“How so? You grace us with your light but what are you getting out of it?” He wondered out loud.

“I have Glûg,” you answered. “I have a son,” you smiled and caressed the side of the baby’s sleepy face.

“He does not disgust you,” Adar pointed out.

“How could he?” You chuckled softly. “The more time I spend with all of you, the more I wonder how could any of you ever disgust me,” you confessed.

Adar’s fingers froze on your cheek in the middle of brushing your hair and then you felt him turning your head softly so you could face him. You saw his eyes looking deep into yours with a hint of hesitation and lots of gentleness that made your heart clench and quicken its peace.

You knew what he was thinking of but he lacked the courage so you took the matter into your own hands and reached out to join your lips together in a short and sweet kiss.

Suddenly, you felt as if there were fireworks going off deep within you – honey-like warmth spread all over your body and your soul sang the most beautiful tune. When you broke the kiss, you blinked a few times, surprised.

“Have you… Have you felt that, too?” You asked, surprised. Was it possible that he out of all was the one for you?

“I do not have a soul any longer,” Adar confessed with a sad smile.

“You do. You must. Otherwise my soul would not call out for yours; it would not be drawn to the abyss,” you breathed out. “Perhaps you haven’t felt it then,” you cracked a smile and turned your head around because you couldn’t bear to look at him anymore, too embarrassed.

“I have,” he whispered finally and put his hand on your hip to pull you closer. “But I do not wish for that.”

“I thought you wanted me to stay here,” you sniffled your fresh tears back.

“I do but it is a selfish need. You deserve much more than this. Than me,” he explained.

“Let me decide what I deserve and what I do not,” you lowered your hand to squeeze his as your fingers intertwined. “I do not care about anything else but the fact I have waited centuries to find you and I am finally here. Now I am sure. Perhaps I was made for you – born with this flaw of loving the imperfect things, the ugly ones, the unwanted ones. Perhaps the gods have pitied you and created me for you,” you explained.

“I have slain Elves and humans that were so dear to you,” he reminded you but not without a hint of guilt in his deep voice.

“And I have slain your children with my bow and my arrows. I have been slaying them for centuries,” you remarked. “But I will not slay any more. Can you make a similar promise?” You wondered out loud but there was silence on the other side and you sighed.

“I wish I could. But my children need home. They need a place they can call their own. No Elf and no human will accept them as neighbours,” Adar explained.

“I have,” you pointed out.

“You are exceptional.”

“Can we cast these people out and allow them to take their belongings instead of killing them then?” You bit on your lower lip and squeezed Adar’s fingers even tighter.

“We?” He asked, shocked.

“Yes, we,” you nodded.

“Together, we can do anything, my love,” Adar nodded and leaned in to kiss the back of your head. “Anything you want.”

“I want us to have a proper home,” you assured him. “But I do not want the violence and the murder.”

You watched Glûg with a smile on your face as he was running around with his friends and pretending to be at war with them as they all screamed and trained their combat skills. You were leaning on the doorframe of your house and enjoying a cup of tea out of the mint leaves you had gathered earlier this morning.

You cheered for him when he was winning and his eyes sparkled at the sight of you watching. When he was done with playing, he ran up to you happily and you smiled down at him.

“Have you seen me win, mother?” He asked and you nodded as you squeezed his cheek lovingly and he rolled his eyes at the gesture.

He was growing fast and you hated that because the older he was getting, the closer you were to saying goodbye to him forever. But he was still a child and you did not want to think of it now.

“Yes, I have. You are so strong, Glûg,” you complimented him and he grinned at your words. “Go, wash your hands now because dinner's nearly ready for you,” you instructed him and he groaned. “What is it?”

“None of my friends wash their hands before a meal,” he sighed and you chuckled at that.

“But you are my son and you do,” you teased him. “Go, wash them,” you ordered and he lowered his head before obediently walking inside the house to wash his hands in a bowl on the counter.

You turned around to watch him and then you approached the fireplace where the food was being heated up for him inside the cauldron. Glûg sat by the table and you poured a portion of the soup for him inside the bowl before placing it in front of him and he thanked you in the Black Speech before starting to eat eagerly.

The door to the hut opened and Adar walked inside. He smiled gently at the sight of you and Glûg as you approached him to give him a hug and he leaned in to kiss the top of your head.

“How was your day?” You asked him with a gentle smile and he cracked a smile back while caressing your cheek with his rough thumb.

“Every day of mine is excellent since you’re here with me,” he answered and reached into his pocket to hand you a few flowers he had gathered earlier on that day. “I have something for you.”

The years you had spent with the Uruk were enough to learn that picking flowers for their women was not their custom. But despite everything, when it came to courting you, Adar remained faithful to his old and Elven ways. And even though you were his companion for life now and nothing would change that, he courted you every day still.

“Thank you,” you chuckled and took the flowers from him as you approached the mirror to put them in your hair.

Glûg took one last sip of his soup and looked up at you while you were adjusting the flowers between your hair strands.

“You look pretty, mom,” he admitted and you looked at him in the reflection of the mirror with a big grin on your face.

“Thank you, darling.”

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