#The rings of power fanfic

[queers-gambit]

Match Made in Grey Haven

prompt: ( requested ) you find yourself in what feels like a distant relationship through penned letters. overcome with shyness during his visits, you avoid Herald Elrond - until your grandfather (and co.) steps in as matchmaker.

pairing: Elrond x shy!female!reader

fandom masterlist: The Rings of Power

word count: 2.9k+

note: it's not much, i'm so sorry.

warnings: takes place BEFORE the events of TROP, abrupt ending, small hurt mostly comfort, feelings are hard, author is very abrasive and isn't sure this is conveyed fully as "shy" so i'm sorry, anxiety, unedited, wonky brain goes wonky, fluff, small drama, lost + healthy family relationships, romance, friends-to-lovers.

part two: The Risk

"You appear ill at-ease," Círdan mentioned as he casually strolled from the shadows of his workshop, the last of the day lingering in a warm glow, "which I am not accustomed to seeing on a face such as yours."

Elrond, busy at work carving one of the perfect ships his old master was crafting a fleet of, barely slowed down but did glance up in acknowledgment. He sniffled hastily, looking back at the pliable wood under his hands.

"Merely focused, my Lord, nothing more."

"Hm," Círdan hummed, pacing around slowly, hands clasped behind his back, chin up, shoulders back, grey locks glistening in familiar waves, "interesting choice of words."

"How so?" Elrond paused to pet the curve of the wood, trying in vain to hide his true bubbling feelings. He went straight back to work, aware Círdan watched him closely.

"Y/N said the exact same." This made the High King's Herald pause in full, Círdan smirking, "Ah, just as I suspected."

"I do not think - "

"You fool nobody but yourself," Círdan chuckled, waving off Elrond's words and stepping closer to admire the boat carving. "She cares for you, too, you know?"

"With respect, my Lord... But you are mistaken," Elrond deflected. "Your granddaughter and I, we are merely friends - if that. We only exchange letters - "

"And feelings," Círdan pointed out, watching Elrond flush under his interrogation. Just outside the doors, you approached, thinking you would fetch your grandfather for supper; slowing when the older, wiser Elf tisked, "Ah, come now, Elrond, do not look so forlorn, there are worst fates than that of emotional - "

"With respect," Elrond repeated, cutting Círdan off, your hand hovering over the door handle, "there are no emotions involved when it comes to your granddaughter."

You froze.

"Yet I will not believe that," Círdan shot back.

"There is little to be said that might sway you, my Lord, but it is true. We are..." You listened as Elrond took a sharp inhale, "We are friends, nothing more. Our foundation lays in companionship, we exchange letters - share our thoughts, ideas, and feelings. There's nothing more."

Círdan hummed in amusement, "That so? Then... Why, in the past 6 months, have you come here - what is it? Six? Seven times?"

"Eight," Elrond corrected automatically, wincing when your grandfather chuckled and you lowered your hand. Yet you did not walk away yet.

"You claim business with the High King brings you to us so frequently," Círdan continued, "yet, the matters discussed can be solved through letters alone. Nothing that deems an emissary. So, tell me in truth... Why?"

"My Lord?"

"Why do you come? I know it is not for Gil-Galad alone, so, tell me in truth, why the frequent trips?"

You could hear Elrond resume his wood carving and you became acutely aware of your position. Backing away, you fled the scene, petrified over the idea of being caught; yet your mind was stuffed full with what you heard. It'd been years since you first met Elrond, the young, fresh, baby-faced Herald of the High King; and while initially fascinatingly attracted to him, you were detrimentally shy.

Like, so shy, it makes you mute - to an extent.

He wasn't a Herald yet, though, and came to apprentice under your grandfather. Elrond became a constant presence around the Grey Havens - a talented, shining star of a student who studied diligently. You admired his work from afar at first, then, Círdan asked you to row one of Elrond ships around the harbor.

It was well known you were the apple of Círdan's eye; his favorite thing in the material world, the reason he refused to give himself over to the Valar yet. He was supposed to sail... But his daughter was soon to give birth, so he waited; and thankfully, because plague claimed your father and mother from complications of your birth. So, Círdan raised you.

Elrond panicked at Círdan's request, stepping into your pathway without thought and gasping, "No!" You shied back into your grandfather's side, the dark haired Elf amending swiftly, "I apologize, I-I did not mean to be so - so abrupt. But... Let me work a few more days, ensure it is to perfection."

You smiled gently and nodded, Círdan smirking and leading you away - the start of a formal friendship. After testing Elrond's boat (when ready), you sent him a note that expressed your impression and complimenting his woodworking skills, even saying you looked forward to his future creations.

His first letter back to you was one of thousands, and the start of his Heraldry.

Yet now, in present day, you wondered if these letters weren't enough and if he thought you untruthful in your declaration of affection. While your companionship had now lasted decades, you were still insecure enough that you lose wit, cheek, and tongue when he's around. And now, the past half a year, you've seen him eight times and couldn't muster your courage, and perhaps, it wasn't enough for Elrond anymore.

You just expressed yourself better in words! And you didn't leave Círdan's side; you did not venture around Middle-earth, never left your sanctuary. You adored Elrond's accounts of adventures and travels and work, it was your only time to "live", even if vicariously.

Now, worriment set in; anxious that you weren't enough.

"Ah," Círdan hummed as he and Elrond entered your humble home for supper, "it smells divine in here, sweet girl."

"Thank you," you whispered, setting the table for the meal as Elrond was the one who would not meet your eye.

"I'll be a moment, I need to wash up," he excused himself, always presentable; forever perfect.

You just sighed as he slipped from the room; a typical guest in your home, especially with his...recent increased business from the High King. "You seem pensive," Círdan noted, taking the bowl of salad to the table for you. "Is there anything on your mind you wish to discuss?"

"Nothing of note."

"Then speak to me of something not of note."

"If it is of no note, Grandfather, why give it voice?"

"Because it still takes up room, be it in your head and heart - which gives it validation to speak of."

You paused at the table, finding him grinning, offering an unamused glare. "I told you not to do that," you reprimanded softly.

"Do what?"

"Your - little - your pearls wisdom!" You groaned childishly, collapsing into a chair. "You can let me stew and figure things out for myself, we do not always have to speak of matters. It is an unfair advantage that I am inundated with your pearls and others toil for direction!"

Círdan chuckled, folding his hands before his dinner plate. "To complain of such an advantage is - "

"I know."

"Then why do it?"

"Because..."

"You are frustrated with your own emotion that you refuse to give life to?"

With a huff, you nodded, "Exactly."

"What is the matter?"

Your head shook in deflection, "Perhaps, I am just overwhelmed. I think I'll take a walk - "

"But supper - "

"I'll eat later," you promised, reaching out to lay your hand on his and smile, "I just need a few moments to breathe. Eat, enjoy, I'll find you later."

You left before another word could be spoken. When Elrond reentered the kitchen, he only found Círdan and wondered, "Where's Y/N?"

"She seemed distraught, saddened by something. She decided to go for a walk, clear her head a bit."

"Right," Elrond nodded, feeling awkward just standing there.

"Come, sit, eat," Círdan invited with a small smirk, "she's probably gone off to the workshop, she likes to write there. Says it's more inspiring than the library. Come, Elrond... She'll be awhile."

Elrond frowned and looked to the door, Círdan knowing his words were replaying in the half-Elf's mind. "Perhaps I should check on her?" He asked his old Master. "It would be wrong to eat without the chef, would it not?"

"I was thinking the same," the older, greying Elf nodded, "though you waste your time, that girl is stubborn - trapped in her mind too often."

"How do you mean?"

"It's why she writes," Círdan explained, "at least, why she writes you, I imagine. She often loses her voice, feels as if she is not entitled to it's very being - so, she writes, uses her words... And seemingly, you understand them best - relate to her, in a way. So," he took a breath, "go, if you wish, but know, she's unlikely to speak."

Elrond was out the door before Círdan could uncork the bottle of wine left on the table. He smirked to himself, musing, "Oh, these kids..."

You had left your home and made a beeline for your grandfather's workshop, shutting the doors with a great big breath of relief before groaning in emotional frustration. "Oh, how silly!" You snipped to yourself, "This is all so silly, it makes no sense! I mean, the way I just shut down? It's so silly! Losing my voice? Over a man? Oh, just rubbish!" Your hands shook out violently. "I just need to say it, you know? I just need to say it - then he knows, he'll know and I can get rid of this silly feeling. He deserves to hear me say it, else he might think he's unwelcome, he might not want to visit..." You were unaware of Elrond approaching the door, opening it as you groaned once more, "OH! He's just a lad! He's just like you, you silly lass! Well, not entirely just like me - but he's just - he's just Elrond! What is there to fear!?"

"Is there someone else here I should address?" Elrond smirked gently as he stepped forward to make himself known, "Or do you often speak of me, to yourself?"

You squeaked and came to a halt, dress twirling around your ankles when you spun to face him. Hands came together, instantly threading your fingers and wringing them together nervously as your visitor smiled gently and slowly (so slowly) stepped forward. With a deep breath, you greeted, "Lord Elrond."

"Oh, please," he sighed, "are we not past formalities?"

"Far beyond," you agreed, shaking your head and facing the open wall that showcased the harbor and horizon; the last of the sunlight streaking the sky with water-painted color.

"It felt wrong to indulge on such a gorgeous creature without the architect being there to experience it first," he told you, coming to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with respectable distance still between you. "Yet you fled before..."

"I'm sorry," you blurted out, feeling suffocated briefly, "I could not linger."

"Is there a reason to feel unwelcome in your own home?"

You took a breath, "Well, um, it's just - it's you... You are the reason..."

Elrond startled, "What? I-I'm sorry, what have I done? What did I do?"

"You're you," you turned to him, "and that's not your fault, but you're you, and it drives me to insanity."

"I don't think I follow? I thought - in our letters, I thought we had a connection. That we understood one another...? And now that I'm here, you shy away from me, have I truly offended you so gravely?"

"No, Elrond, you have not offended me - it's the opposite," you risked your own comfort and reached out for his bicep first; which, in turn, made him step closer. "You are not betrayed, nor are you mistaken. There's a connection, of course there is. I do not know anyone who could fake such affection for such an extended period of time," you scoffed.

"Perhaps Sauron - "

"But you nor I are he."

"No," Elrond smiled gently, shifting his arms downward to hold your elbows and caress you into his chest as your hands were rearranged to his chest, "we are not, thank the Valar."

"I do not deceive you. The affection I hold for you, it's authentic and genuine. It's real, Elrond, it's real..."

"It is?" He asked, lifting a hand to hold your jaw; thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

"It is. I was just... You disarm me. You make me small again, you make me tongue-tied, confused, excited - like everything is new again. And it both scares and invigorates me that I do not know what to do in those moments, so I hide from you. In your letters, I can plan my words; but when you're here, in front of me, under my hands," you cooed, petting his velvet tunic, "I lose my nerve. My senses..."

Elrond chuckled, hands drifting down to hold you by the base of your ribcage, "This... This is a relief to hear. I worried I offended you, that I had upset you in some way. That I ruined this before it had a chance to take shape."

"Hardly," you mused. "I lose my nerve around you, I feel so silly - so young and green to love..."

"'Love'?" He repeated.

"Oh, I just - I only meant - "

"Take comfort in the fact that the feeling is mutual, my sweet." Elrond chuckled, caressing your cheek lovingly, "I fear the High King may grow tired of me asking to personally deliver Círdan his letters."

"Perhaps I will have to find reason to visit you?"

"I would like that, perhaps more than I should admit," he whispered, slowly lowering his lips onto yours for a much awaited kiss - giving you every opportunity to back out, but it's not like you ever would. Not when you've waited for this for so long. His hand now cupped your jaw, sliding sweetly towards the back of your neck. Kissing Elrond was everything you thought: soft, gentle, evenly-paced, commandeering, all encompassing, and mind-numbing; you never wanted this to end, you never wanted to stop kissing him.

However, your moment was cut short by a loud crunching; pulling back as Elrond did, both turning to the main doors to spy your grandfather, Círdan, standing there smugly. He was holding a bowl made of bamboo, eating a crisp salad, barely holding back his grin. Upon seeing his mirthful expression, you deflated into Elrond's chest; his arm coiling around your waist to keep you anchored in place while the other dropped to open his stance - proving he didn't feel defensive.

"Grandfather?" You questioned softly.

"Mh," he swallowed his bite, "don't mind me, just appreciating the fruits of my labor."

"I beg your pardon?" You laughed.

Círdan shrugged, "You are both young and intelligent. Wise. Insightful," he listed, "yet you are so naïve to think this union was yours alone."

Elrond glanced down at you in confusion, brows furrowed, asking, "What do you mean, my Lord?"

"Grandfather, it was Elrond and I who penned letters for decades - "

"Indeed," Círdan agreed, "but why do you think the High King has sent Lord Elrond to us so often these past few months?"

You were both stunned into silence, Elrond asking, "You? You asked him to...to send me?"

"I did," Círdan nodded, "it is disheartening to see my granddaughter, whom I love so utterly and dearly, driven into isolation because emotions can be so complicated and difficult. It was time for you two to finally confront your emotions, and after three months, we both knew we had to up our efforts..."

"The High King was in on this!?" You squeaked, feeling embarrassment seize your heart.

"You know, despite being High King, Gil-Galad is still fun," Círdan defended with a smirk. "So, he devised new engagements to send Elrond here for - giving the two of you longer days together between my responses. He agreed to send Herald Elrond himself here upon my encouragement. From your first interaction, I saw what you two have always felt. It's good of you to admit your feelings, is it not? Relieving, I mean?"

"Terribly," you agreed, Elrond rubbing your waist in support.

"Well, then you'll be happy to know, I've begun my response to Gil-Galad, so you'll have a few more days here, Elrond. I expect that boat done," he teased, "and upon your return to Lindon, I will be sending my granddaughter to accompany you as my own emissary."

"What for?" You breathed in shocked happiness, lips turning up brightly.

"It is time you begin a new education, my girl," he grinned, "and the High King has granted his blessing."

"Why would the High King be involved for my education?"

"I want you on a tour of Middle-earth," he explained, "meeting dignitaries, taking notes on what you see, hear, experience. I want detailed accounts, my girl, for our records so the King has agreed to send Herald Elrond to guide your tour."

"You've done all of that... For me?" You couldn't help the tears that sprung to your eyes, pure glee lightening your heart and head. Then, a sudden thought made you worry, "Why? Do you wish to away with me?"

"On the contrary," Cirdan set aside his bowl and approached you, Elrond letting go so you two could meet in the middle of the workshop, "I despise the idea of letting you go, even to carry my work back to the High King... Knowing you'll return shortly... But sending you on this tour is a necessity, sweet girl, because I only trust your written accounts. It's time... It's time for you to see the world I've long protected you from as it truly is and bring us back update records and accounts, and who better to show it to you than Elrond Peredhel?" He smiled, looking over your shoulder at his ex-student. You felt Elrond near your flank, Círdan looking at the two of you fondly; even reaching out to caress your cheek as he breathed in deeply. "What joy my heart feels, knowing you two have found one another."

"What joy we feel you decided to play matchmaker," you chuckled.

"Well, they say perfection only exists in Valinor, but I was determined to challenge that."

part two: The Risk

requesting rules and masterlist

TROP masterlist

[temporarily-your-saint]

Under the Stars

A Rings of Power fic has been brewing inside of my brain but unfortunately Elrond will be going through so much pain... As if he hasn't been through it enough. :') BUT. I really wanted to give him a soft and sweet moment, so here we are. Our sweet summer boy deserves only love. <3

Word count: 3.8k

Warning(s): none, kissing??, some (lil bit) of spice??? more like suggestive spicy?

Themes: Friends to lovers, mutual pining, sort of submissive elrond??? hehehe

Also all translations are at the end!

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Elrond could always be found underneath the golden trees that surrounded Lindon, Írimë could be sure of that.

The elleth watched her dear friend from afar, awestruck by the scene before her. The half-elf seemed to glow underneath the mallorn trees, almost shining while he wrote his poetry and speeches for the king. 

She always admired his passion for the melodic words that danced along the pages and never grew tired watching his quill flick skillfully. After a moment, her legs finally moved through the field and towards the king’s harold.

As she approached, his gaze continued to stay fully enveloped within the binded pages, unaware of her presence. 

“My heart sings to see that not much has changed,” her voice rang, breaking the silence.

Elrond, slightly startled, smiled when he heard the familiar voice. His eyes flickered to her face and then down her body, taking in her figure with a subtle glance.

"Írimë? Is that really you?" He spoke calmly as he stood up from his sitting position atop the tree and stepped forward to approach her. "It's been a while. You haven't changed a single day."

As he grew closer to her, she reached out and placed a hand against his cheek. “Neither have you, mellon nin,” she breathed as her thumb brushed against his skin, tenderly just beneath his eye.

Warmth immediately poured over her as they greeted one another. It had been years since the two had seen one another and by the Valar, she had truly missed his affable smile. While years in the lives of elves passed swiftly and without much notice, she had still ached to lay her eyes upon him once again.

A light blush trickled along Elrond’s cheeks as his eyes danced across her face. “I’ve missed you, my dear friend,” he spoke softly.

She couldn’t help but beam with happiness at his words, a smile never leaving her lips. Her bright blue eyes stared into his gray orbs, not daring to look away.

“And I you,” her voice whispered. The elleth’s heart pumped quickly as her stomach filled with butterflies.

His hands wrapped around her one that had held his cheek and brought it down between them. She could let him hold her there in place for centuries if Eru Ilúvatar allowed it. 

He squeezed her hand gently, feeling the warmth of her touch while his gaze held hers as it shined with merriment and affection.

Gods, had he missed her.

The half-elf studied her features, captivated by the beauty of the elleth. A strange but not unpleasant flutter raised inside his chest. He always thought she was beautiful; any being that roamed Arda could see she was well-favored by the gods, but something felt different now.

“There was not a day that went by when I did not think of you,” he admitted, voice just above a whisper.

His forward words only quickened her pulse more. She wasn’t so sure her heart wouldn’t fully beat out of her chest at this point for she would melt under his gaze if he wasn’t currently keeping her grounded, holding her hand between his two.

“Surely I didn’t cloak your thoughts too much,” she teased him, a smile dancing across her lips.

Elrond let out a soft huff of amusement at Írimë’s teasing. He gave her hand another gentle squeeze and shook his head with an affectionate smile as he spoke, "You know very well that you have always occupied a significant amount of my thoughts," he replied in a teasing tone of his own.

He brought her hand up and pressed a soft, gentle kiss against her palm. It was a small yet intimate gesture.

Elrond had always been fond of the elleth before him. He hadn’t always noticed the peculiar feeling for it only seemed to grow stronger within the past years that had passed. And here she was before him once again. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity this time to tell her.

“Elrond…” she breathed, unable to formulate a witty response. He was being serious.

His lips…His eyes…The way he peered into her soul dizzied her senses. She had noticed Elrond looking at her differently the last time she was in his presence and now…Here he did it once again.

Elrond watched her reaction carefully. He saw the way her breath caught in her throat and he heard the slight tremble in her voice. His heart beat a little faster, his breath catching in return.

His thumb traced idle circles on her palm, the contact between them making his skin tingle. Elrond swallowed tightly, meeting her gaze with a gaze full of sincerity.

"Írimë... I have wanted to tell you... that I..."

His voice trailed off, his words failing him. How could he tell her that he felt for her without sounding foolish?

“Yes…?” Wide eyes stared into his own, searching for answers. Something… anything.

Írimë felt like she was on fire. Blood pumped through her veins that felt like lava—heavy, scolding. Pink lips parted as she licked her lips.

Elrond hesitated, struggling with how to properly articulate the storm of emotions he felt inside. He swallowed again, swallowing his last remaining doubts.

He brought her hand up to his chest, placing it right over his rapidly beating heart. The warmth of her palm pressed against him nearly made him shiver.

"Írimë... I have come to realize...”

Every passing moment made her heart boom louder. Her hand placed over his heart was so intimate, so raw. He wanted her to feel his heartbeat. 

And she did.

Before he could finish, a loud voice came barreling over the hill, running toward them through the grass.

“Írimë! Elrond!”

The voice broke their trance, not allowing Elrond to finish his words. Gods, how she needed him to finish those words.

She stepped back, allowing some space between her and the half-elf before her as she retracted her hand. Her gaze met a familiar figure walking towards them. 

“Vorohil!” She exclaimed, welcoming her old friend.

Elrond's heart felt heavy inside of his chest, the moment stolen from him just as he was about to confess his true feelings. He took a step back as well, his shoulders slightly slumped in defeat.

As Vorohil approached, Elrond looked up, his expression slightly irritated at the interruption. He had been so close to speaking up, so close...But now there was no chance of picking up from where he had left off. The mood between the two souring now that Vorohil had joined them.

"Vorohil," Elrond said in greeting, forcing a small smile.

The ellon acknowledged Elrond with respect and then rested upon the raven-haired elleth. “I heard you just arrived. I have come to fetch you for the feast!”

Írimë grasped her dear friend’s forearm and gave it a light squeeze. “Thank you, my dear friend,” she said softly. Her bright eyes then met Elrond’s gaze, “Shall we join?”

The half-elf let out a soft sigh, his disappointment still evident on his face. However, he offered her a small, reluctant smile and nodded, "Yes, let us be on our way."

As they began walking, Elrond fell into pace beside her, their shoulders brushing slightly. He kept his hands clasped tightly behind his back to stop himself from reaching out to her again. The words that he had wanted to say lingered on the tip of his tongue, yet he held them back once more.

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The feast was a splendid affair. Food was plentiful and wine flowed freely. Music played in the background, filling the air with cheerful, light elvish tunes.

Elrond walked beside Írimë, though his earlier enthusiasm had wilted slightly. He occasionally stole glances at her but made no attempt to resume their earlier conversation. His heart ached with unspoken words, yet he couldn't bring himself to speak them, not with so many peers around.

Írimë made her rounds throughout the evening. It had been many, many moons since she had last seen the trees of Lindon. How she had missed it so…

A familiar gaze lingered on the elleth though she welcomed it. She knew he watched her. Their keen senses made it near impossible to ignore. She found herself biting her lips more than not, swinging her hair, and smiling more than not as Elrond watched. The half-elf had such a peculiar way of affecting her; it was like she was a young elleth once again the way she yearned for his gaze.

And he noticed it all. The way she strode with more confidence and grace, the way she flipped her waves of midnight hair around, the way her smile glowed.

Every movement she made, every gesture, he absorbed them all, devouring them like a sweet dessert. 

His gaze lingered, continuing to watch her closely, trying to memorize every detail. The half-ellon’s fingers squeezed the chalice he held.

The more time passed, the more his heart longed for her, desperate to reach out and touch her, to speak the words that were dying to leave his tongue.

As the feast went on, Elrond eventually found himself able to slip away. He walked outside into the cool night air, his heart still pounding in his chest. He couldn't stay inside anymore, being so close to Írimë yet unable to speak to her; it had become too much to bear.

He ran his fingers through his curly locks, feeling tired and frustrated as he stared off into the night sky. "If I could just have one moment alone with her," he muttered to himself.

“Who is this elleth my dear friend frets over?” The very voice he daydreamed of rang through the air as she approached Elrond. 

He gave a small huff of laughter in response to her question as he turned toward her, "You heard that, did you?"

Her eyes narrowed curiously at him. As he spoke, he wouldn’t meet her eyes, instead talking into the distance as he turned back away from her.

Taking a sip of the wine he held, he sighed, "She is someone I cannot seem to get off my mind, even for a single moment. She occupies my thoughts from dawn to dusk, filling my heart with a melody I have never felt before."

His words cut into her. Was she being farcical? Was this an unknown lover of his? Or…?

She sighed and took a large gulp of wine from her own chalice. The sweet wine from the First Age coated her tongue and warmed her insides. “A lucky elleth,” her voice strained. “You must write poetry about her…” She whispered as her eyes turned down.

Do not shed tears, she thought to herself. 

Her response startled Elrond. It was almost as if she... as if she didn't seem happy for him. Or, perhaps, jealous? But surely not. He shook his head slightly, his heart starting to pound in his chest.

Írimë stood beside him, looking out into the late evening.

Elrond looked over at her, his gaze fixing on hers. He could see the forced smile spread across her lips and he knew that there was something deeper behind her words.

"I have written many poems about her," he admitted, his voice quiet. "She is my muse, my light, my everything."

Her voice hitched in the back of her throat. His everything… His words echoed throughout her very being.

She swallowed hard and met Elrond’s eyes as she tried her best to hold back tears. “This elleth must feel only warmth and sunlight then,” her voice came out as a whisper.

Elrond could hear the hitch in her voice, the barely concealed pain in her words. His heart ached hearing the sadness that coated her tongue.

He took a step closer to her, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You do not sound as if you are happy for me, Írimë. Do my words cut you?"

Their bodies almost touched. Her heart pounded as the tears began to swell over. Tears streamed down her pink cheeks as blue eyes searched Elrond’s. 

A forced smile still strained on her lips as she spoke, “I wish you nothing but happiness, mellon nin.” 

She avoided the question, only wanting to relieve him but the pain was too much. Until it hit her. I love him. The words ran through her mind as realization kicked her in the chest.

The sight of Írimë’s tears broke him. Seeing the pain in her eyes, hearing her voice crack and her forced smile... He couldn't bear it anymore. But he needed to know why. Needed to hear her say it.

"You wish me happiness yet the sight of me talking about another pains you so," he said softly, taking another small step forward.

He reached up, gently brushing away her tears with his thumb. His gaze pierced hers as he spoke, “Tell me, Írimë. Why does this make you grieve?"

His question echoed through her mind. She had to tell him. Needed to. Though she felt foolish to love him if he was already promised to another. How could she do that to such a friend like him?

But what if she never told him? She would have to endure and watch him love another. Could she handle that?

Trembling lips parted as whispered words fell from her lips, “I remember when we were younger. You always wiped away my tears.”

A wavering smile crept upon her lips as she looked up at him. “You have always looked out for me, even knowing that I did not need it. Always tended my wounds. Always filled my heart with nothing but warmth and joy,” her eyes searched his, almost pleading as she spoke. 

Her hand reached up to cover his own that lingered on her cheek as his thumb wiped away the wet remnants.

“When your face fills my dreams, I sigh with comfort and happiness. When your skin meets mine,” she began as she turned her cheek inward toward his hand, placing a soft kiss in the middle of his palm. 

Her eyes met his again. “A current runs through me as if something becomes awakened when we touch. A wildfire that cannot be contained. A light that can never be diminished. You are as bright as daylight and warm as summer, Elrond.”

Elrond's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to her words. Every sentence, every sentiment... It was everything that he had been waiting for. Every bit of validation that he needed, it was in her words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

The tear-stained face, the trembling lips, the hand on his... It was so raw, so open, so vulnerable, and yet so beautiful. He ached to say something, anything, but he was frozen in place. He could only stare at her, his face mirroring every emotion that ran through him.

He swallowed hard, his voice barely more than a whisper, "My dear Írimë, I... I never knew...I wanted to…"

His eyes flicked down to her trembling lips, his heart pounding louder and louder in his chest. The hand on her cheek moved down, tenderly cupping her face as his thumb brushed over her lips.

She sucked in a breath at his touch, closing her eyes in the process. A slow exhale left her lips as she slowly looked up at him.

The way she looked up at him was entrancing. Eyes of blue wide, pleading for him yet sad. She had never wanted something so badly in her immortal life. 

His finger brushed against her bottom lip again, softly pulling on it and then brushing it over. An agonizing ache reached below her stomach from the way his eyes bore into hers. He felt her breath hitch at his touch, her eyes closing for a brief moment once more.

“The elleth is you, meleth nîn,” his voice whispered. He placed both hands on either side of her cheeks as she looked up at him.

Everything fell into place at his words. The elleth is you, he had said. 

“Elrond,” her voice squeaked. 

A wave of relief washed over Elrond. Every ounce of tension left him as he heard the relief in her voice, knowing that he hadn't made a terrible mistake. He had never felt so vulnerable yet so complete at the same time. His thumb traced over her cheek gently, feeling the smooth skin beneath his touch.

"Írimë," he whispered back, his eyes roaming her face as if trying to memorize every little fleck of cerulean in her eyes, every curve, and every freckle on her skin.

He bent down and rested his forehead against hers. The two closed their eyes and shared breaths in the silence. She placed her hands over his own, her touch sending yet another shiver through him.

After a moment, she whispered, “Kiss me.”

When Írimë’s whispered words reached his ears, it was like a dam had burst.

The words had barely sunk in before he leaned in and hungrily pressed his lips to hers.

Long, slender fingers gently wove into her hair, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss. Their bodies close, so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her like a fire. All the years of longing, of hidden desires, were suddenly let loose in the kiss. His heart pounded in his chest, feeling as if it had finally found its home.

His other hand slid down, curling around her waist, pulling her in even closer, holding her against his body, as if trying to merge their very beings.

She could almost feel their souls become one as his lips pressed against hers. The hungry kiss released everything she had been feeling for him. Everything she wanted to envelop into words but did not have the ability.

They let their lips speak for them as the kiss deepened and he pulled her tighter into him. She could feel him, feel everything beneath his linens. 

A moan fell from her lips as his tongue danced with her own. She reached up, letting one hand curl into his dark locks. 

“Elrond…” her voice gasped his name. 

He felt every sound that left her lips—every soft gasp, every whisper, every moan. It was like music to him, the most beautiful symphony that his ears and soul had ever composed. Only the welcoming melody to Valinor could compare to this.

His hands wandered over her body as his tongue moved against hers, feeling her every curve, his touch desperate and hungry, yet tender and gentle.

Nothing else mattered in that moment but them. The dark night hid their figures outside, luckily, as their bodies intertwined. 

Her hand slid down through his hair, making its way next to his ear. Her fingers brushed over the pointed tip and she heard him whimper. Finally, she thought. 

The pointed ears of elves were incredibly sensitive, especially when senses were heightened. And they were left only to the touch of those that were promised, only to the most precious of close loved ones.

A jolt of pleasure shot through his body as her fingers glided over his ear. He had never felt something like it before, the sensation so intense, so intimate, that it almost overpowered all judgment. He let out a small gasp against her mouth, his body tensing up briefly before relaxing again.

His mind clouded, his focus entirely on her and the way she touched him. He pulled back from the kiss, breathless, and looked into her eyes, the intensity of his gaze almost dizzying.

"Do that again," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

She had never heard his voice like this before. It was so gruff yet, he was begging? Or was that a command? She intended to find out.

Darkened eyes stared up into his piercing grays. Her thumb slowly, and barely even touching the tip of his ear, slid across the sensitive skin.

She watched his brows furrow and eyes close. No, she thought.

“Look at me, meleth nin,” her voice commanded, breath against his lips. Her thumb then traced down the outer part of his tapered ear.

Elrond's breath hitched in his throat as she touched him again, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head with the sensation. But the sound of her voice pulled him back into focus, a mixture of command and desire in her tone.

His eyes slowly drifted open, finding hers. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest, his lips parted as he let out a shaky breath. His fingers traced along her waist, drawing her as close as he could.

Hearing his song of pleasure spill from his lips rang through her.

His lust-filled gaze peered into her dilated pupils. She had never felt like this before. Her body could not get enough of him; it sang to her as hers sang to him, and she wanted to pluck every note.

Elrond’s breath deepened, his fingers gripping at the fabric of her dress, as if trying to hold himself back. His gaze darkened, the intensity in his eyes burning brighter with need.

He couldn't take it anymore. The fire coursing through his veins demanded something more. He wanted Írimë—needed her. Needed to feel their bodies fuse together, needed to taste her, needed to make her his entirely.

What was this?

Their chests heaved as they exchanged breaths, staring at one another. Desire filled their eyes as heat pooled deep within them.

“Elrond,” she breathed, looking up to him. In the quietness, eyes searched each other.

“We have been gone from the feast for so long,” her voice was unsteady, breath hitched from the shared intimacy.

Hearing her mention the feast reminded him of the festivities that still occurred. The thought of leaving her side to return made him wince, his heart clenching at the idea of being apart from her again.

His fingers flexed against her waist as he held her gaze, his mind and body both fighting against the rational part of him. He knew they needed to return but he didn't want it to end.

"You speak...words of reason," he said, his voice low and uneven.

She reached up, placing her hand against his cheek softly as her eyes peered into his. They both knew they needed to make an appearance once more.

”Meet me under the stars once more tonight…After the feast,” she finished, whispering her words.

His gaze softened as she touched his cheek, the feel of her skin causing his eyes to close for a moment. Elrond then turned to press his face into the palm of her hand, keeping her there for a moment as her words sunk in and he reopened them. 

“Under the stars, melnā,” he murmured, his voice as soft as a whisper against her skin.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　

mellon nin: my friend

meleth nîn: my love

melnā: beloved

Írimë: lovely, desirable

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　

[etherealeowyn]

"It's going to be okay" - Elrond (Rings of Power) x Fem Reader

When taking a walk in the woods surrounding Eregion, Elrond and Y/n come face to face with danger.

Angst + Fluff

Word Count: 863

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As the sun regressed behind the dark, billowy clouds, the once-vibrant hues that decorated the lands appeared dull. Everything was still, unnaturally still. It was bizarre for a riparian environment, such as the one the elves were occupying, to be so devoid of life. The birds were not chirping, and Elrond noted there wasn’t a single fish that could be seen in the river as they had followed it to their destination.

“Something is off,” Elrond spoke, turning his head towards Y/n. “I’m sure of it.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” she responded uneasily while moving closer to him.

Just when those words had escaped her lips, the heavens decided to open and drops of rain began to fall upon Middle Earth. Briefly, they stopped in their tracks and gazed up at the overcast sky, feeling the sensation of the cold droplets hitting their faces. Elrond gently pulled Y/n’s cloak over her head, preventing her hair from getting soaked, before raising one of his hands and wiping the water off her face with the pad of his thumb.

Interrupting the moment, the cacophonous cawing of a crow cut through the silence, making Y/n tense up and stare at Elrond with worry prominent in her eyes. Similarly, he looked at her, both aware the crow was a sign that orcs would be there sooner than they would like.

Distorted voices began to sound from the tree line, and an arrow whistled past the couple, lodging itself in one of the oaks behind Elrond. He didn’t get the chance to say anything to Y/n, rather he just grabbed her hand and began to run with her through the forest. She didn’t hesitate to follow Elrond’s lead, for she trusted him with her entire being, and she knew he would do everything in his power to keep her safe. Y/n would certainly do the same for him, though her skills with the blade were considerably worse than his.

Suddenly they stopped, and Elrond pulled her underneath a fallen tree that he prayed would be completely and utterly invisible to the orc’s eyes. He grabbed his sword and tightly gripped it, desperately hoping that the orcs wouldn’t get close enough where he would be forced to use it. Elrond attempted to push away the guilt that was currently rising within him, when he had first embarked on this walk with Y/n, it didn’t even cross his mind that they would come face to face with danger.

Though she was filled to the brim with fear, she knew good and well that the more afraid she appeared to Elrond, the worse he would feel about the situation. The last thing that Y/n wanted was to be the reason why his mind was clouded and unable to function to the best of its ability in the case of an attack.

“It’s going to be okay,” she whispered, reassuringly placing her hand on Elrond’s thigh.

“Yes, it will,” he responded, his voice sounding shakier than he had planned.

She grabbed his free hand and began to rub it with her thumb, and she could see the elf become visibly less tense. Y/n didn’t say anything else, fearful words would only worsen the situation. Plus, she didn’t want any orcs to hear them and find their location.

A mixture of harsh voices and footsteps could be heard semi-close to where the pair were hiding, and neither made a single sound. Even their breaths taken were hushed fearing that the orcs' ears would be attentive enough to find where they were even from that slight sound.

Elrond watched as Y/n’s eyes fluttered shut, blocking the unfolding situation from reaching her. Instead of closing his eyes, he stared at her, tracing every inch of her face with his grey eyes, knowing that it was the best distraction in Middle Earth.

When the rustling of leaves and other things around them had stopped, Elrond figured that the orcs had left, but just in case they were still close, the pair sat under that fallen tree for about an hour. Verbally they didn’t say anything, but the way their bodies were pressed against each other said more than words could convey.

When the rain had lightened, Elrond felt as if the coast was clear to try and escape back to the city of Eregion.

“Y/n, it should be safe to head back now. I haven’t heard anything in a while,” he whispered, watching as she opened her eyes, relief replacing the fear that was once hidden within them.

She nodded in response, still nervous to speak, since they weren’t certain that all the orcs had retreated from the area.

Elrond got up and scanned the tree line around them, not seeing anything unusual. He let out a sigh of relief before stretching his hand towards Y/n, who immediately took it and let him pull her to her feet.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his body, nestling her head into the crook of his neck, deeply thankful for all he had done for her. He returned the hug, letting some guilt he carried dissipate now that they had made it through the worst of the situation.

[wildwren]

Partial Transcript - a Middle-earth Dystopian AU

One hundred and fifty years after a technological arms race, the Noldorin system of geoengineering has proved dominant over (and annihilating to) the resource-intensive Melkorian industrialism. Now, the Noldor live in great towering havens where they rule over the sky, known as the Beacons. The descendants of the Melkorians survive on the depleted Ground, scraping what lives they can out the waste of a once-great technological culture, heavily surveilled and criminalized by a system of bureaucratic Noldorin Councils. Smack dab in the middle of these tensions, Halbrand Gorthaur, known dissident and purveyor of Melkorian ideology, finds himself under suspicion for the recent disappearance of one of the Noldor. His Beacon-mandated defender (and suspected paramour) Galadriel Arafinwë has seemingly vanished into thin air, which is not an easy feat under the ever-watchful eye of the Beacon seeing stones. The stone-magic is the source of the Noldor's dominance across the entirety of the Beacon-range, and it's all justified by their Great Project, the Preservation of Worldly Beauty, their organic superiority -- or so they like to believe. But Galadriel had a different belief system, and now Halbrand has no idea where she's gone. He does, however, have a troubling blank spot in his memory from the days surrounding her disappearance. After failing to rouse the loyalty of his collaborator Thuringwethil, Halbrand sets out on his own, desperate to avoid being thrown in another gilded prison, but he's not entirely defenseless. He carries with him some of the last of the Melkorian comm tech -- the secret kind that can outsmart Noldo stones. As Halbrand travels the Ground, meeting old friends and making new enemies, passing along messages both mundane and coded, he suspects Galadriel may be playing a game of her own. But he has no means of fathoming where she's been hiding, how far her plans reach, or just how central he already is to their fruition. After driving himself to the very edge of the Beacon-range, Halbrand -- if he can even call himself that -- will face an entirely new challenge: an unmapped wilderness more hostile than anything he's encountered before, and a true psychotic break.

more posts to come re: the galmiriel of it all! i have so much more to share from this wip, including fic and fanarts. im having a lot of fun with it. you can keep track of the updates at my partial transcript tag. and if you're intrigued by the world or the premise, please don't hesitate to send me an ask! i would love to talk about it i have so much to say ha hah

[dunbonnets]

ELENYA & ELROND, scene from The Rings of Power season 2 episode 2

[wordbunch]

Elrond as a dad

a/n: so there was an absolute genius of an anon who suggested these headcanons and I knew that I had to write them ASAP because he!!!! would be such a great sweet dad. 😍😍😍 i hope you all enjoy these HCs, let me know how you liked them and please reblog so that more people can see 💛 thank you!

okay he is extremely nervous and stressed out and protective, and he is in love with your baby so so so so much

literally he could cry when their hold his finger or babble incoherently

he could just look at them forever and study their lil facial expressions and movements and everything

he tenses up when someone else (besides you) holds them and he can’t wait to have them back in his or your arms

from the moment your baby is born he is wrapped around their little finger

you actually sometimes have to keep him in check so that he doesn’t spoil them too much

many times in the evening you caught the two of them having a sweet moment as Elrond carries the baby around the room and rocks them as he tells a goodnight story in the softest voice

more often than not, those “stories” are just about how much he loves the baby and/or you, and how you’re the world’s greatest parent

you actually like to eavesdrop on those stories occasionally, and Elrond is aware of it and he will just smile to himself and continue talking

if the baby whimpers one time, let alone cries, he will drop everything and pick them up instantly

he loves having things custom made for them, with like their initials and stuff

and don’t even let me started on birthdays and similar special occasions /

Elrond could buy a half of middle-earth for your baby if you don’t stop him

he isn’t the best singer out there but he will sing in a low, comforting your voice to soothe your baby and it works like magic

his fascination triples when they start talking!!! especially if their first word is ‘dad’ or any variation of it

he is totally the parent to have full-on conversations with a child that’s just rambling nonsense

he loves reading to them and he will definitely do voices for different characters

your kid likes just following him around while holding the hem of his cloak as he does things

Elrond will definitely team up with your child to make you surprises on your special days, or just a random breakfast in bed accompanied with the kid’s drawing of unintelligible shapes which represent the three of you as a family

he is very accepting and he is just excited about everything that your child is and wants to be

also among your child’s friends, Uncle Elrond is the absolute favorite

he would be the greatest dad in all of middle-earth and that’s a fact!!!

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[fenharel-enaste]

Bluster || Galadriel x Fem!Reader (Part 2)

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Word count: 3,3k

Summary: You make your move to visit Galadriel in her chambers and let her teach you some humility... but you're determined not to make it easy for her.

Content: Explicit sexual content, light dom/sub undertones, switch!Galadriel, switch!reader, oral sex, vaginal fingering, scissoring, body fluids, reader is still a brat.

Notes: I know, I know... this part is written in past tense while the first one was written in present tense. It's been a year and my style's changed. I liked it better in a past tense, so that's why I decided to keep it as it is, being just a two chapter fic.

Part 1

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You stood at the door to Galadriel's chambers. You felt determined on your way there, but you hesitated now you were about to knock on her door. 

Not long before, while you tried to relax in your bathtub after the exhausting training, your mind kept replaying the words she said to you that morning. It felt like a distant memory now. 

You should come see me later... 

Did she mean what she said? Your heart raced at the memory and you felt the heat rising to your cheeks. Perhaps it was a mistake to show up there, but you simply couldn't forget the touch of her body pressed against yours and the warm caress of her tongue. It made your head spin just thinking about it. You took a deep breath before knocking on her door. It was done. 

You heard her voice inviting you to come in and you found lady Galadriel lying on a beautiful white chaise lounge by a large open window. The balcony seemed to overlook a garden, as the breeze blowing in brought a sweet scent of flowers that permeated the chamber. She was observing you over the top of her book, not looking surprised in the slightest by your presence there. 

“I was wondering if that pride of yours would allow you to come,” she said, placing her book on the chaise. She walked up to you, never looking away - she never looked away when addressing someone. She radiated confidence, even some smugness perhaps. She was wearing a long white robe embroidered with fine gold details, which she trailed loosely behind her bare feet. It was graceful whilst comfortable and its delicate appearance contrasted with the looks of the panoply holding the training clothes she had worn earlier, as well as with her sword leaning against the wall. She looked almost ethereal. 

"But good soldiers never waste an opportunity to learn, as I can see," she grinned, standing inches from you. You could kiss her right there again. And by the Valar if you wanted to. Her hair looked slightly wet, and a delicious fragrance from the oils she had used in her bath emanated from her. You met her questioning eyes and cleared your throat when you realised she was awaiting for an answer. You wanted to say something witty, as you always do to hide your nervousness, but all that bluster vanished the moment she placed her lips on yours on the training ground. Since that moment, you couldn’t think of anything else but pleasing her. 

“They don’t, indeed, lady Galadriel,” you responded in a trembling voice, struggling not to take your eyes from her intense gaze. 

“Good.” She paused as she studied you. “Take off your clothes, love.” 

What? You could see in her eyes she was being serious, so you complied, feeling once again a heat between your legs. She wasn't even touching you, but you could almost feel her gaze like hands caressing every spot she laid it on. You raised a hand towards her cheek, but she stopped you before you could touch it. She didn't grab your hand, she just pushed it away gently with a smirk on her face. However, she did bring her other hand to your cheek, stroking it down to your chin. Her eyes lingered on your lips, it wasn't an accidental fleeting glance, she knew exactly what she was doing. Your heart pounded in your chest, begging for her to stop playing and just kiss you. 

You were barely aware that she was pushing you backwards, slowly guiding you to her bed until you felt a final push. Your back bounced against the mattress. 

“If you wish to touch me, you must first learn to stop being so impulsive... and only observe.” 

You watched in awe as her garments fell down her skin, revealing her breathtaking body. All of it. You looked away, she was too beautiful, too intimidating, not to mention she was your commander. You shouldn't be looking at her like that. But you had to when she climbed onto the bed, placing one leg on either side of your hips, straddling you just like she did during the training. You felt your heart pounding and a burning sensation run through your body. 

She leaned over you and brushed her tongue over your lips, softly and slowly. You instinctively opened your mouth to do the same, but Galadriel took the moment to slip her tongue into you, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You brought your hands to her waist, but she pulled them away, holding them on either side of your head. 

"I'm sure you'll be a good girl for me and there will be no need to restrain you." It was both a praise and a warning. You nodded your head in obedience, her intoxicating scent keeping you from thinking clearly, to talk back as you wanted. You just kept your arms where you were told, as you welcomed her warm tongue back into your mouth. She tasted deliciously, and she was kissing you very, very slowly, leaving you breathless. You bucked your hips, begging for some friction against her. Galadriel parted her lips from you to give you a warning look. It wasn't harsh, but somewhat mischievous. She loved how desperate you were for her. 

She lowered her hips and you felt a wet warmth on your belly, just below your navel. You gasped at the contact and struggled to keep still as she rubbed her clit against you, making you grip the pillow with your hands. Her mouth reached your jaw and left a trail of kisses and nibbles down to your neck, moaning with lust as she did it. Her body moved over you, her breasts pressing tightly against yours. She was so soft, the sounds she was making made your head spin. You felt your thighs slippery from your own fluids gathered between them. And you didn't even have the option of relieving yourself. 

After a few minutes, Galadriel straightened up and pulled away from you, now sitting on your belly. She kept rolling her hips with her eyes closed, letting her instinct guide her movements. You dared to look at her body more closely now, she looked so fucking perfect, and you were so frustrated at not being allowed to caress it with your hands. The whimpers and gasps leaving her lips didn't ease that frustration, and the feeling of being used like that made it almost unbearable. 

When she reached her climax, her brow was furrowed and loud moans came from her open lips as her mound rubbed even harder and faster against you, leaving a wet, hot spot on your belly. You could almost feel yourself cumming with her, your fists clenched even tighter on the pillow under your head as you cried out from a pleasure you could only feel in your mind. 

When she opened her eyes. She smiled down at you. 

“I knew I could teach you some discipline.” She held your hands and brought them to her body, placing them on her sweating, flushed skin. “And I always reward good, disciplined soldiers.” 

Galadriel allowed you to explore her body, her smooth skin under your hands. You reached them up to her breasts to caress her now hard nipples and marvelled at the way she sighed under your touch. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours once again. This time, it was you the first to slip your tongue into her mouth, you were feeling too eager now. But she was soon back in control, biting your lower lip and making you groan when she pressed one of her thighs against the wetness between your legs. Your hips bucked uncontrollably against her leg, your hands clutching at Galadriel’s body to pull her closer to you. 

You whined when she broke the kiss, but you understood her intentions when her mouth travelled down your neck, your shoulders, your breasts, her long hair tickling your heated skin as she placed wet kisses across your belly until she stopped before your soaking cunt. 

She teased you with her tongue, brushing it along the sides of your folds and around your clit, but never touching it. 

“Please...” you breathed out, you knew she could see how wet and needy you were, she was toying with you. And you could tell she was enjoying it by her satisfied chuckle. 

“You look so pretty when you beg, pretty thing,” she praised you, sending her warm breath directly onto your cunt. 

“Please, my lady... ah!” You shivered at the touch of her tongue against you. She flicked it gently once until she reached your clit, then a second time, pausing to suck on it. Her mouth worked slowly at first, patiently, showing skill. It wasn't the first time she'd done it, that was for sure. Gradually, she increased the intensity, making circling movements with her tongue as she pushed two fingers into your drenched entrance. Your legs opened wider involuntarily and you rocked your hips, following her pace. You didn't even remember the moment you tangled her locks in your hand, pressing her mouth against you, her skilled tongue and fingers sending spasms through every fibre of your body, wave after wave, pushing you closer and closer to your peak. Tears were building up in your eyes when you rolled them back in pleasure, arching your back as you rode your mind-shattering orgasm. You bucked your hips, begging for more of that feeling, and Galadriel complied and complied until she felt your body relax and your cries and pleas slowly vanished. 

You saw her looking at you with that satisfied smile when you finally opened your eyes, as if mocking your failure to maintain your composure in her presence. You needed, and were determined, to break her. As soon as she moved back on top of you to kiss you, you rolled your body over, pushing her down to pin her underneath you. 

“Is it insubordination what I see?” Galadriel asked with a defiant gaze, challenging you. 

“Will you stop me, commander?” you teased on her lips before kissing them, tasting yourself on her mouth as you explored her body. You mapped every inch of her with your hands, her face, her neck, her arms, her bucking hips, until you found her soft breasts. You felt her breath hitching in your mouth when you pinched one of her nipples, and you squeezed and pinched once again. You moved lower and lower until your mouth found her breasts and the caresses of your hands were replaced by the warmth of your tongue, which you ran only once over her hardened nipples, teasing her and studying every reaction. 

Just with that you felt her hips bucking up and her legs trying to close at your sides, seeking that friction once again. The thought of that beautiful woman being so needy for you —even if she’d never admit it out loud— made you feel more powerful than you had expected, and that proud smile Galadriel had tried to wipe off your face reappeared as you heard her whimpers, wordlessly imploring you to take her. 

So you obliged and met her nipples again, this time taking them into your mouth and sucking them, flicking your tongue on them as your hand travelled lower until you reached the wetness between her legs. You played with her clit for a while and teased her entrance with your middle finger, always pulling back just before sliding them in. And you repeated the process, over and over again while you looked at her from her breasts. Her eyes were closed, and she breathed heavily as her fist gripped tightly to the pillow at her side. 

“By Eru, just fuck me already...” There it was. You almost had her. 

“Hm, I don’t know commander, that doesn’t sound very convincing,” you teased, eliciting a frustrated groan out of her. 

You kept playing with her folds, giving her hope once again, and again retiring your fingers before giving her what she wanted. After a while, she finally broke, looking at you with pleading, glassy eyes. 

“Please...” 

“I’m sorry, my lady, I think you said something?” 

“Please... please, I need you to fuck me, I... I beg you...” With a proud smirk on your face, you decided to show mercy on her and grant her wish. You slid a finger into her drenched entrance, feeling her walls tighten around it for a moment, so eager to be filled. So, after a few tentative strokes, she welcomed a second finger with ridiculous ease. 

“Oh fuck...” Galadriel gasped the moment you found that spot that so desperately longed to be touched on that day. You took it slow, reading her every reaction, seeking ways to give her greater pleasure, to hear more of those little moans, to see how far you could take her. And while your actions had a selfish purpose, to feed your pride, to show you weren't all talk, deep down you desired nothing more than to please her, to be the obliging soldier under her command, that you could give her whatever she wished for from you. In the battlefield. In bed. In every way. 

Soon you were arching your fingers over and over again against her bundle of nerves. Galadriel bucked her hips, demanding more, practically fucking herself with your hand, accompanying the wet sounds that filled the room with her increasingly frequent cries. Seeing Galadriel in such a state was an obscene sight, and yet absolutely mesmerizing. She looked so beautiful in a way that made you crave for her even more than before. 

With your fingers still working inside her, you used your thumb to play with her clit. Then you placed the palm of your free hand right on her belly and pressed gently, letting her feel your fingers even more intensely on her sweet spot. As soon as you did this, you felt her body tremble under your hands and her walls clench around your fingers, now working much rapidly. At least, that was what you felt, since your eyes were locked on her face, on how her eyes rolled just before shutting tightly when she reached her high once more. On how her hands searched frantically for something to hold onto as the most beautiful cries filled your ears. 

You allowed her to enjoy that moment of bliss while the last waves of pleasure slowly weakened. You lowered your head to her belly to leave soft kisses on it and massaged her thighs, feeling her breathing return to calm. It wasn't until Galadriel sat up in bed to kiss your lips so thirstily that you became aware of your renewed arousal, feeling your clit throbbing with each caress of her tongue. 

“Don’t you think this is over, pretty thing,” she breathed against your lips. She lifted your leg to make room and position herself so her legs were intertwined with yours. Your lustful eyes locked on hers, your heart racing in anticipation, and she pushed you down onto the mattress. She then lowered her body and grinned in amusement when you gasped at the feeling of your clit being coated with her own wetness. She teased you a few times, pulling away every time you bucked your hips towards her, but she finally complied when you grabbed her to bring her closer to you. 

You moved together gently at first, searching for the perfect rhythm, the perfect roll of hips. You marvelled at how warm and soft her pussy felt next to yours, and by the way Galadriel quickened her pace, eyes locked right where your bodies met, you suspected she didn't think much differently than you. It wasn’t long before the room was filled again with moans, whimpers and the squeeky sound of the mattress beneath your bodies moving in sync, rubbing against each other harder and faster now, pursuing your own pleasure. 

You lifted yourself off the bed almost instinctively and crushed your lips against hers in a heated kiss, a kiss she reciprocated eagerly, her hands running all over your skin. Her mouth moved hungrily to your neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of nibbles that sent a shiver down your body to join the building pleasure between your legs. 

“My lady, I’m... keep going, please...” You were so close you didn’t think you could control your movements at this point, but Galadriel held you close, placing her hand on the small of your back and guiding you through your shared rhythm. The built up pressure in your core was released when your orgasm ripped through your body, making you arch your back. Galadriel’s praising words echoed in your ears as you uncontrollably rode her pussy. 

The rock of your hips slowed down as you came down your high, your clit starting to feel overstimulated by the friction against Galadriel's flesh, so you briefly parted the space between your bodies. But she didn't let go of your hips, instead, she held you in place, in a silent command for you to keep going. Her firm grip intended to show control over you, but her dilated pupils and flushed face revealed that it was merely a facade to hide how close she was to cumming, how desperate she was for you to give her her release. You smiled internally, agreeing to play along, and rubbed yourself against her even harder than before, eager to break her once again. 

Just a few seconds later, you felt her thighs trembling against yours, her hands tightly gripping your arms for balance as she kept thrusting against you, her orgasm driving her own hips, and you almost thought you could cum right there again at the sight of your commander using your body to pleasure herself, letting out those cries just for you. In fact, barely had her whimpering ceased when the pressure in your belly became unbearable again. 

You lost count of the times you had made each other cum that way, and stopping didn't seem an option for either of you at any time, nor was it something either of you wanted. You exchanged longing glances, caresses, kisses and nibbles for possibly hours, while your pussies, now covered by your shared fluids, slid on each other with ease, causing wet, lewd sounds that only hastened your orgasms. 

Finally, you fell exhausted on the bed once your bodies collapsed. You held each other close, catching your breath, staring out across the balcony as the dying daylight give way to a starlit sky. But as beautiful as these stars were, you were caught by Galadriel as, instead, you observed with an amused smile at her rosy cheeks and her body covered in the little love marks you had left on it, reminding you of the moans and pleas you had managed to get out of the commander. 

Galadriel chuckles at your foolish expression. "What's that smile on your face, soldier?" she asks mockingly. 

“I was thinking that...” you brushed the small marks on her skin with your fingertips. “You looked so pretty when you begged before... perhaps it is you who has learned a lesson in humility today after all, my lady..." Galadriel's eyes widened in disbelief. 

“I believe it was quite the opposite, darling,” she turned to face you and gently run her fingers over your swollen lips. "I do remember some pretty pleads coming out of these lips," she purred before capturing them with her own. 

“Well, commander, allow me to disagree," you replied with defiant eyes. It was the same flirting from that morning in the courtyard repeating itself. And you both knew where that led. 

“Alright, pretty thing... we still have the night ahead, we have plenty of time to see who’s right,” Galadriel whispered seductively against your lips before kissing them once again. 

Certainly, if that was to be her way of disciplining you from now on, you were going to make sure that lesson was hard to teach. 

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“Pride and Precious:” an update to “Touch the Darkness” ready for your pleasure🖤🔥🖤

Summary: War Councils, winning favors, and convincing allies leads only to one thing: Sauron needs a weapon of greatest power… and even greater protection. That is, if he wants to protect all he finds… precious.

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“You seem so proud to have so much for others in Middle Earth to covet,” Elrond quirked a single brow, that unimpressed flat line forming on his mouth. “Hardly the overture to alliances I expected to find upon my arrival.”

“Exactly the sort of overture I expected,” Elendil whispered under his breath, inaudible for mortal ears, but for a Maia, Sauron heard it all.

“Perhaps I should add that it certainly makes me very proud to call you warriors my allies as well,” Sauron nodded his head, first to the elven lord, and then to the Mortal.

“Pride will not win against Orcs and the spawn of darkness on eight-legs, now will it?” Elendil fired back, unphased by any words that he could utter. “We will need to know their plan, their weapons, and the Spider’s powers.”

Sauron gave half a smile, for he had another virtue he clung to for all his life… subtlety. “Of course, Lord Elendil, which is why I intended to find a way to not only amplify our power, but allow us to see with inerrant accuracy, without the need to send scouts or spies into the barren crags of Cirith Ungol…”

“Magic?” Elrond breathed. “You are planning to use… sorcery…”

Tensely held breaths deafened the tent.

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The Risk

part one: Match Made in Grey Haven

prompt: after your wedding, you and Elrond embark on your honeymoon touring Middle-earth. your company is attacked on the road by Orcs. help comes from an old friend.

pairing: Elrond x shy!female!wife!reader

fandom masterlist: The Rings of Power

word count: 7.1k+

note: internet researched Elven wedding customs, i don't want to hear it. keep the Elrond requests coming.

warnings: pre events of TROP, the "shyness" more so conveys as inexperience, romance, little bit of fluff, Gil-galad is a girl's girl, and Elven weddings! also cursing! violence! angst! character injury! Orcs! blood! literal hurt and comfort! emotions are hard! abrupt but happy ending, not edited, wonky brain went wonky, and intentionally misspelled words to indicate accent.

You spent a year and a half planning your wedding.

Due to your status amongst the Elves and their court, it was declared the event of the century and the High King himself demanded it be planned to the highest of exquisite detail. Granted, you and Elrond were content to marry in a quicker fashion, leaving it between family, but Gil-galad loved a good party and who were you to refuse your King?

So, you spent about 18 months (on and off) in Lindon, going over details and specifics with Gil-galad while Elrond did the King's actual work. You're positive Elrond was content to escape the wedding planning and honestly, you didn't mind as much as you feared you would because the King was opinionated, decently funny, and decisive. He spared no expense. He encouraged you to branch away from your usual humble taste. He wanted the whole of Elvendom to come together to celebrate. He wanted this occasion to be...his.

You had no objections.

You were honestly relieved someone else wanted to plan such an extraordinary event for you - but were beyond you ready to be married! Several times in the last several months, Elrond actually offered to elope - run away to the Gray Havens and marry before your beloved grandfather, Elrond's old master, Círdan - but the King was putting so much effort into your wedding, you didn't accept. It was nice, though, how mutually anxious Elrond appeared to be to marry you, too.

However, the past three moons, you've been absolutely inconsolable. Your wedding was only days away, Elrond had traveled to Eregion for "business" months ago, and Círdan had yet to arrive! You felt overwhelming panic consume your very being, becoming slightly more irritable as you couldn't help but feel (wrongfully) abandoned - should it not of been for your best mate, fellow Elleth, Bôril. She held your emotions in check, posed as buffer between you and emotional ruin, and was the voice of reason when your rationality vanished.

"What if something happened?" You worried during one of your late night, last minute sessions. "How would we know? What if - while traveling - something went awry?"

Gil-galad sighed gently, "Herald Elrond was sent with some of my most trusted warriors."

"Elrond is warrior enough by himself," Bôril smirked, "you worry for nothing - "

"I am supposed to get married in a matter of days and neither my grandfather nor my intended can be found. I think I have plenty to worry over!" Gil-galad and Bôril shared a knowing look while you wiped your face clear of frustrating fear. "I am not accustomed to not knowing. It's this unknown, the lack of answers that pushes me towards insanity."

"Well," Bôril smirked, her eyes casted towards the hall, "fear no longer, sweet friend, all your answers approach."

In confusion, you turned in the seat you had been slumped in, seeing Elrond and Círdan heading down the hall towards the room you were gathered in. With a gasp, you leapt from your chair and rushed into the causeway towards your dearest loved ones. "Thank the Valar! Elrond!" You gasped first, flinging yourself into his arms; which coiled around you tightly and lifted you, his face burying in your neck. "My love - where were you? What happened - why the delay?" Your voice cracked as your whispered, "You said you'd be only 6 weeks, you were gone twice that! I was so worried!"

"I'm so sorry for worrying you, my star," he whispered back; breath hot in your ear. "I'll explain it all," he promised, lowering you back to your feet to pull back only to instantly take your cheeks in his hands. "I'm sorry it took so long, but I promise, it was for a good reason," he told you softly, thumbs sweeping over the apples of your cheeks; then glancing over pointedly at your grandfather.

"And you!" You scolded playfully. "We expected you weeks ago! Yet you sent no word!"

"We were delayed," Círdan smirked, approaching you as Elrond released his hold; confirming they were together this time. "C'mere, sweet one," he chuckled, bringing you in for a tight embrace. After releasing, he gently tapped the button of your nose, "I am here now, ready to help where I can."

"Oh, please," you chuckled, taking a half-step closer to your betrothed, "there's nothing left to be done, our generous King has planned it all for us. I'm just relieved you are both safe."

Elrond smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing you in to place a sweet peck on your cheek. "Come," your fiancé encouraged, and when you reentered the planning chambers, you realized others had followed you in.

Evidently, Elrond had gone to Eregion on "business", yes, but it was personal. He had gifted you a ring to symbolize your engagement; modest, silver, simple, gorgeous, and so perfectly "Elrond" - but he wasn't satisfied with it, apparently. As per Elven customs, the engagement rings would be exchanged at the ceremony for wedding bands, and Elrond was determined to give you something extravagant - to prove his adoration. So, he went to Eregion and forged with the Greatest of the Elven Smiths, Lord Celebrimbor, a wedding ring he thought suitable for your finger. Círdan met them to aid in the creation of this gorgeous ring Elrond crafted - insisting you couldn't see it until the ceremony. The trio also crafted Elrond a matching wedding ring that would only accentuate yours; another show of his devotion to you.

Hence their collective delay. Lord Celebrimbor arrived with them, greeting you with mirth; truly excited and honored to have been involved with your wedding band creation.

You were just relieved everyone finally safe and gathered in Lindon. That night, you laid in bed with Elrond; deflated by relief, just staring at him, hand on his cheek, caressing his flesh. "Next time, send word if you're to be late," you requested in a whisper.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, "we were so focused, purely driven by creating something that you'll have forever - we lost track of so much time."

"How many rings did you make?"

"Too many. Though, Celebrimbor will have now options to gift others."

You both snickered, sighing with contentment. Then you whispered, "I fear I might owe a few people an apology..."

"Why? What happened?"

"I was... Operating on a short fuse while worried about you. Might've gotten a little snappy."

"You were rude?" He gasped comically. "I didn't know you even knew how to be."

"Hush," you breathed, leaning closer, "I was worried."

"But I'm here now," he promised, hand to your neck encouraging you to kiss him.

After that, the days passed in a breeze, as if a collective sigh of relief had been heaved by all of Lindon.

And then, the morning of your wedding finally arrived and it was like chaos struck. You never knew, but apparently, outside the chambers you used to prepare in, Gil-galad had everyone rushing around to perfect final details; prepare food, set tables, water and arrange flowers, retrieve whatever was requested by other guests. However, you were none the wiser (as he intended), being fretted over by all types of Elves who were impassioned to make you and your day as flawless as possible.

The High King ensured Elrond was taken care of, the young Herald quiet and seemingly concentrated on his thoughts; lips moving without words, repeating his vows to himself silently. Before it could've been questioned, Círdan arrived with a velveteen jewelry box; appearing ready for the day's events, as if awake for hours.

"Here," Círdan smiled, shooing away the attendants so he could sit beside Elrond, "this is for you, my boy."

"My Lord?" Elrond questioned softly, accepting the gift.

"It's customary."

"What is?" He wondered, opening the lid and revealing a gorgeous, glimmering broach. "Lord Círdan - "

"It's custom for the bride's mother to gift her new son-in-law a gem to be worn as a boastful show of the joining of two families," the craftsman explained. "This... This sapphire belonged to my daughter, and now, I'd like you to have it."

"I don't think I could accept - "

"It is customary," Gil-galad stepped in, seeing the refusal ready on Elrond's tongue.

So, Elrond swallowed his nerves and nodded to Círdan, "Thank you, my Lord. This stone is... Beyond words, surely, only it's previous owner could rival it's beauty."

The tears were bright in Círdan's eyes the rest of the day.

Due to the lack of conventional family, the ceremony was kept between only the High King Gil-galad as officiant and Círdan as witness. The King had designated a private overlook for your ceremony, standing at the cliffside under the golden glow of the Great Tree with Elrond in fine velvet tunics; gorgeous sapphire glittering on his chest, keeping his father's cloak in place as his own special tribute. Just as the sky turned heavenly, sun in position to set, Círdan began to lead you down the pathway - towards your forever.

Elrond choked on air, tears slowly filling his eyes.

You were draped in the finest of silks, a thin veil covering your face; hair in long ringlets, pinned back from your face in an elegant updo. It was like the Light of Valinor itself was shining through you, nearly blinding Elrond with sheer bliss. It was almost as if time slowed, nearly stilling completely; as if your form was moving in slow motion. Even under the sheer veil, Elrond could see your grin and suddenly, he couldn't hear, see, smell, feel anything but your love and light.

With a gentle sniffle, Elrond glanced at Gil-galad, who was beaming with pride already; his own growing, which nobody realized was even possible. Upon approach, Elrond instantly met you at the base of the stone stairs; watching Círdan give a watery smile while hugging you sweetly. He pulled back, gently lifted the veil to flip over your head, and sighed while caressing both cheeks.

In Sindarin, he whispered, "They'd be so proud of the woman you've become... And the man you're marrying. Just as I am."

Now, Elrond choked on his emotion.

"Thank you for everything," you managed to whisper, your grandfather sighing gently before guiding your hand from his into Elrond's. He joined Gil-galad on the platform, both watching proudly as Elrond was at a loss for words - only able to look you up and down.

Finally, he breathed in Sindarin, "Gorgeous."

Before the Elven High King and under your grandfather's loving eye, you and Elrond exchanged vows during sunset. It was intimate and private, either of you slipping your engagement rings off as Círdan presented your wedding bands. You gasped when you saw the ring Elrond crafted for the first time, looking at him with wide eyes, voice gentle as you asked, "You made this?"

"I did."

"For... Me?"

Elrond smiled, "Of course. A wife as beautiful as you deserves a ring that could only strive to embody your shine."

"Don't make me scold you for being so cheesy on our wedding day, my love, please," you giggled, Elrond chuckling while he took your hand to splay before him. He slid the ring onto your index finger, allowing you to do the same with his matching band. Neither of you were able to contain your glee when Gil-galad pronounced you officially as man and wife - Elrond all but lunging forward to hold your cheeks, swooping in to sear your lips with his kiss. You were just as excited, holding onto his biceps to keep him close; feeling warmth swell and burst in your chest as you realized... You were finally married.

After, at the feast Gil-galad had planned, the whole of Lindon was decorated and celebrating your union; hosts of food on long banquet tables, live bands entertaining the crowds, lanterns and candles glowing, conversation turning boisterous as Elves indulged on the castes of wine gifted or collected by the King.

Who, if you were wondering, was hosting the entire affair and having a splendid time as Bôril danced with Camnir - seemingly to Vorohil's chagrin, which Elrond pointed out to you first.

You were just happy to bask in your husband's glory; unable to believe he was yours, that you get to spend your life with him, that you were bound together. He seemed... Youthful in this setting; a young lad that was forced to grow up too quickly, finally able to appreciate the attention directed at him while gracefully accepting words of congratulations everywhere he turned. It was so simple, something decently mundane, but you found it impressive; the way Elrond could accept conversation from just anyone.

It simply intimidated you; content with your written letters and accounts, never truly needing to interact with people on this level. You were better, not quite as shy as before, but old habits die hard and overcoming social anxiety was a lifelong profession. Speaking of, your anxiety spiked from the sheer number of attendants, but Elrond was both sword and shield - intercepting people left and right, saving you from any "on the spot" moments.

The party went deep into the night, and while it was a fun time - complete with Bôril challenging the High King to a silly drinking game, Celebrimbor teaching the steps to an old dance, and Vorohil getting shot down by several Elleths - you were beyond exhausted. Perhaps you didn't hide it as well as you thought because Elrond slid into his empty seat and instantly leaned into your ear to ask, "All right, love?"

"Hmm? Yeah, 'course," you answered, setting the glass of First Age wine (a gift from Celebrimbor) aside to focus on him. Gently caressing his chin, you asked, "You all right?"

"Perfect, actually, just look at my wife," he mused, "though, you look tired, my star."

You hummed, "Can't fool you, can I?"

"It's my job now," he chuckled, letting you lean in gleefully to peck his lips. "How about we slip away? Hm?" He whispered softly, glancing around dramatically - like he was conducting a secret mission.

"Yes, please," you hissed, both snickering lightly. Like a couple of randy youths, you stood with the gifted First Age bottle, hands tangled together, 'sneaking' away to your rooms; thinking you were pulling it off, being so sneaky.

"Oh, bless their hearts, look. Look! I love those idiots," Bôril giggled to the King, "they're so obvious! Look at them go!"

"They're in loooove," Gil-galad teased, refilling his goblet.

"Guess they just can't wait to consummate their marriage, huh? Good for Elrond," Camnir snickered, freezing when Círdan's blank stare registered. "I-I'm so sorry, my Lord, I did not - I misspoke - I didn't think you, uh... I'm sorry."

Círdan just groaned lightly, his friend, Lord Celebrimbor, leaning over to top off his glass and encourage it closer to him; patting his shoulder in sympathy. Bôril and Gil-galad truly tried to hold back, but the scene was truly comical to witness and the two laughed so hard, they ended up leaning on each other and slumping in their chairs.

The party continued without you and Elrond, but it's safe to say, you were engaged in a party of your own.

"You've been quiet, love," you noted softly, one hand held tightly by Elrond's, the other holding your horse's reins; walking to give them a break on this leg of the journey. For weeks, you've been on the road together, touring Middle-earth as part of your honeymoon.

Never having been anywhere other than the Gray Havens and Lindon, you were like a new born fawn in the wilderness - but it was exhilarating to travel.

"Hmm?"

"You're pensive," you amended.

"I am simply in thought, my star, nothing of concern," Elrond assured.

"You're sullen."

"I don't mean to be," he sighed.

"What's troubling you?"

Elrond was quiet for a long moment, stepping carefully as neither of you noticed thick, dark clouds beginning to fill the sky. Finally, he admitted quietly, "We are not far from Khazad-dûm."

You hummed in understanding, then pondered while stepping around overgrown tree roots, "Remind me why we did not extend Prince Durin a wedding invitation?"

"We did," Elrond informed, sighing deeply, "he just... Did not respond..."

"That does not sound like him, based on your account."

"No, it was truly... Odd," Elrond admitted, "perhaps being why I feel strange being close to his kingdom now."

"Do you wish to visit?"

"We don't have the time - "

"We can make time, Elrond," you insisted, squeezing his hand with a grin. "And as far as anyone is concerned, the great Dwarven Kingdom of Khazad-dûm is part of Middle-earth, and therefor, part of our tour. I'd like to meet your friend, my sweet. Now, which direction?"

"We don't have time, starlight, we are expected by Lord - "

But Elrond came to a sudden halt, pulling you into his side as both your horses stamped and whinnied loudly; tossing their heads and snorting, the whites of the eyes flashing as ears flattened as they suddenly stopped in place. You flinched into your husband's side, the horses restless, guards circling around the pair of you quickly. Darkness descended.

"What is it?" You asked in concerned confusion.

"Something is amiss," Elrond rushed, looking confused and concentrated. "I-I do not know what, but the shadow has stretched. C'mere, mount up, my love, quickly, please."

"My Lord," Vorohil, one of your guards and a friend to your husband, directed his horse between yours while Elrond ensured you were safely seated, "there's a darkness to the path ahead, the horses - they are refusing to go forward. It grows darker, my Lord."

You had to reseat yourself as Elrond mounted; the horses backing away as there sounded a ghostly moan from the woods surrounding you.

"This darkness?" Elrond repeated, "Where did it come from? 'Tis midday - "

"Look around us!" Vorohil barked, Elrond sending him a sharp look before looking up - realizing there seemed to be a sort of dark cloud covering the sun, your path, and the woods surrounding you.

You gasped when there came a sudden, horrendous, guttural screech in an echo, making it impossible to locate the origin; and suddenly, a force bodied into your side. It knocked you from your horse, but due to the sudden nature of the attack, also took your beast down with you.

You were lucky your leg didn't shatter on impact.

You heard Elrond scream your name; body hitting the dirt and rolling a few feet before being halting by a boulder. Your sight cleared, evened out, gasping again and shoving yourself against the jagged rock in an attempt to create distance when you saw the horrid, gangly creature made of pure, tangible darkness - pure evil - muddy and growling while surging towards you with gnashing teeth.

A sword decapitated the creature before it could reach you, making you flinch at the show of violence. Your name was spoken in a rush, but you couldn't comprehend hearing words yet; staring at the dead creature, twitching from the severed nervous system at your feet - spewing black blood. Your eyes caught sight of it splattered up your skirt.

Boots hit the ground, a pair of hands caressing both your cheeks and making you gasp in panic. But Elrond's worried face was in front of yours, speaking soothingly in Sindarin, "Easy, easy, be calm, it's me, my love, it's just me. I'm so sorry, but we have to go - now, my love, please, get up for me, come with me - "

"My Lord!"

"Elrond!"

Elrond was forced to stand over you and use his bloody blade to defend you both; choking back tears as you realized this was an ambush by Orcs, creatures of pure hate; something Middle-earth thought extinct after not having been seen in an age. And you were defenseless.

"NO!" You gasped when a hand came around your throat, hoisting back into the boulder; holding you in place as two Orcs ravaged your body for anything of value they could've taken. When they tried taking your wedding ring, you fought back harder - struggling in their putrid arms, sobbing, trying to stave them off. "ELROND!" You begged, gagging when the hand around your throat constricted to close your airway.

"Just cut the bloody thing off!"

You whimpered when you were overpowered, hand flattened to the rock forcefully; fingers spread, the Orcs snarling as a dagger was brandished and stabbed directly into the boulder through your pointer finger.

"Y/N!" Vorohil was heard struggling, your cries muffled from the lack of air and tight hand. The gem-glittering belt you wore was yanked from your waist just as the Orc holding you hostage was ripped away, making the other react by stabbing your lung with his dagger between your ribs.

After Elrond killed the first Orc, he instantly engaged the second; only Vorohil catching sight of you freezing before slowly collapsing against the boulder and sliding down it. He noted the smear of blood you left on the rock before the blade protruding from your ribcage.

You were in shock. The pain was insurmountable, yet you felt nothing at the same time. Numb. Confused. Overwhelmed. Paralyzed.

The fighting lasted several long minutes after that, your dress now properly saturated as you knew enough survival skills to not pull the blade free of an injury; it acted as a plug to keep the blood from pouring OUT of your body. You were left on the ground, slumped, weakly holding your wound and feeling unable to react when an Orc leered closer to you.

Elrond's blade emerged from the Orc's chest and was yanked free, the body dropping to reveal your husband; bloodied, panting, caught off guard, but obviously fairing well enough. He was in the heat of the moment, battle turning his blood hot, eyes catching something glittering in the mud and only thinking how out of place it looked. When he blinked, Elrond realized it was your wedding ring - complete with your severed finger still in it.

Elrond snatched the digit from the mud, eyes raking over you, needing to do a double look when he realized the extent of your injuries. Your finger was lost but your ring was secured in your husband's belt.

"No," he whimpered, rushing forward and dropping his sword to take hold of your cheek; blood gently leaking from your nose at a slow but steady pace. "No, no, no, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, stay with me, stay awake for me," he begged, sniffling emotion as his other hand laid over yours around the dagger's handle, "just let me see, let me see the damage, my love, c'mon, I've got you. I need to see to help."

You were too weak to fight him anyways, letting his muddy hand pry yours away to reveal the weeping wound. His eyes widened, nodding as he assessed the situation; wanting to get you out of here, but the Orcs weren't yet vanquished.

In fact, Elrond was tackled off you by another Orc, crying out when the momentum yanked the dagger free. Ironic timing, perhaps, because an injured Orc was clawing at your legs; biting at your flesh; making you grit your teeth, pick up the dagger, and drive it into the Orc's eye. You were relieved when the creature stopped moving; adrenaline instantly draining and making you slump back once more.

You didn't notice when the Orcs were fully killed off until Elrond was propping you up again, sprayed in blood and mud, tears in his warm brown eyes. "No, my starlight, no, you have to stay awake, you must," he reminded, getting one arm around you, the other first laying to your openly bleeding wound, then shoving the dead Orc off your legs. Elrond cursed in Sindarin when he noted the bite marks, how dirty nails left deep streaks after clawing up your body. "Please, stay awake," he hissed, cradling you into his chest before calling out, "Vorohil!"

"My Lord!"

"We need to get her to a healer - where? Where?" He begged, sniffling as you were shifted into his arms and lifted; few surviving horses being wrangled in.

"I don't - I don't know - "

"You are the cartographer!" Elrond snapped, "Tell me where to take her, where are we closest - !?"

"My Lord," Vorohil sighed, "t-the closest civilization to these parts is-is Khazad-dûm - "

"Hurry!" He barked, situating you sideways on his horse before swiftly mounting; settling you into his chest with a secure hold. The others were left in the dirt as Elrond spurred his steed onward, knowing the way to the Great Dwarven Kingdom of Khazad-dûm.

Upon arriving at the gates, he was a frenzied mess. Elrond doesn't even remember the procession of events; he just knows his men showed up at his flank, he was holding your limp body, begging for aid, and someway, somehow, was then lead into the Kingdom's healing quarters.

"Elrond?" A voice questioned softly, a few nurses and healers checking over the remaining company as you were laid on a surgical table. "Is tha'... You?"

He looked over, eyes void, dead, still splattered in the blood and grime of his enemies. "Durin," Elrond whispered.

"What happened?" The Dwarf Prince asked carefully, taking a slow step forward.

"We... We were..." Elrond looked back at you, hating how many healers surrounded you, "We were attacked - just less than a league from here."

"I see. Who... Who attacked you?"

"A pack of Orcs," he whispered, stumbling back into a wall as his breathing turned ragged, "while we were on the road."

"She's not breathing!" It was announced, Elrond sliding to the floor as horror struck his face. Panic seized his heart, short circuited his brain.

"Elrond?" Durin worried, Disa rushing into the room after him. "Hey? Can yah hear me?" The ginger asked, hand to Elrond's shoulder. "Elrond? Elrond, can yah - "

"I need help! Hold here! She's bleeding!"

"I can't see the wound - cut the corset!"

" - the finger's been lost - "

"She's got bruising on her neck, help me save her windpipe!"

Elrond's breathing became erratic, knees pulling into his chest as his men stood firm in support. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, Durin asking his name again, then, "Who is she?"

"M-My wife - she's my wife, Durin, she's my wife - "

"Okay, okay, okay," Durin comforted, kneeling to the ground at Elrond's side; keeping themselves separate as Disa neared them slowly. Durin shot her a look, silently saying 'close enough', and she stopped - heart aching for the devastation on the Elf's face.

"What's this? An Elf!?" Another Dwarf was heard barking.

"We do not deny aid!" A different Healer Dwarf barked, quickly shedding your dress and revealing your wounds to the room; making a few avert their eyes and hiss as ebony poison had taken to the veins around the wound.

"Do what needs done!" Durin barked, "To save her life! Use any means necessary!"

"You heard your Prince!"

"C'mon," Disa encouraged the Elves, "we should let the Healers work, we do not want to get in their way."

"Is there... Somewhere we can wait, nearby?" Vorohil asked nervously, glancing at you, who was being fussed over as blood splattered onto the ground; wound raging, blood covering your side as they seemed to aggravate the wound in order to clean it of the infection. "What if they need us?" Vorohil whispered.

"We have somewhere close-by for yah's," Disa assured. "Durin?" She asked, "Perhaps Elrond would like t'wait with us?"

"We'll be along," he agreed, knowing Elrond was like a rock in that moment. Disa lead the others away, leaving Durin to sigh and take a seat beside Elrond; just watching the Healers at work. "So, uh, how long yeh been married?"

"We... We sent you, um, a, uh..."

"Oh, right, yeah, yeah, of course. So... Only a couple months, then?"

"Seems like no time at all."

Durin chuckled, "Nah, two months in? You's two are still in that blissful state."

"And when it ends?"

"Oh, yeh'll see, married life becomes all yah know." Durin sighed, hating himself but needing to ask, "What happened to her, Elrond?"

The Elf shook his head, the tears never ending; suffocating him. "The horses," he managed to choke out.

"What of 'em?"

Elrond gulped. "They picked up on it first - that's what I noticed. They didn't want to go down the path, then this sort of darkness came... It was quick... It happened so quick, Durin, I did not - I did not see nor hear them. We were unprepared."

"What else?" Durin was unusually soft.

Elrond shook his head, "I got her on her horse, something didn't feel right. I thought - I just thought to get her out of there, get to safety - you know?"

"Just in case?"

"Yes. But the darkness - it brought them, let them move in the daylight. They tackled her from her horse - I tried to get to her. I swear, Durin, I tried, but it was all so fast - I didn't even see her get hurt. I just found her like that, holding on. What kind of husband can't even defend his own wife? By the end... She was... She wasn't..."

Elrond melted into sobs, folding in on himself, Durin's frown deep and concerning. Despite his own feelings of malcontent towards his old friend, he reached out and let his arm wrap around Elrond's neck. This allowed the Elf to lean into the Dwarf's neck and absolutely lose his shit. Not like anyone heard him, though; the Healers all yelling over one another as they rushed around in an effort to pull the blackened poison from your body.

You don't remember much. Just pain.

Then you remember voices. They were all around you, yet hazy; like you were underwater.

You remember smells - like alcohol and disinfectant.

You remember warmth in your hand; a weight, a constant presence that you squeezed when you felt ready to open your eyes. The twilight had passed, you were awake, a soothing voice cooing and encouraging you back into reality. It was just hard to pull yourself out of the tarpit your mind was seemingly lost in.

Upon regaining consciousness, you were greeted by Elrond's tearful expression of relief. "My love," he spoke clearly, "can you hear me?" You nodded, trying to open your mouth, but he rushed, "No, no, do not - don't do that, don't try to talk. Save your strength, please. You're okay." You nodded again, watching his watery smile warble before dissolving into sobs. "I thought you wouldn't make it," he admitted through his emotional breakdown, hovering close to you if only to feel your warmth and be assured that blood still pumped freely through your body.

"I had reason to come back," you whispered, earning a stony look of reprimand before he sighed and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

"Here, I have something for you," Elrond sniffled, reaching for his belt, "and I cannot keep it any longer." Your brows furrowed when your husband retrieved a bright gem, quickly realizing it was your wedding ring. Elrond saw your confusion, lifting your hand to place the ring on your pointer finger - making you lift the other, finding it bandaged with only four fingers. Your head snapped towards Elrond, but he begged, "Please, just rest, my star, you've been through enough - "

"What happened?" You demanded in a gravely voice.

"Do not - "

"Tell me."

Elrond sighed and situated himself at your side, careful not to jostle your form. "Well, first... We are in the Dwarven Kingdom of Khazad-dûm." He descended into the tale of how you lost your ring and obtained further injury, then rushed to get help, being reunited with Prince Durin, and ending on how you've been asleep for 'too long'.

You croaked, "I'd like to thank our hosts..."

"That can wait until you've rested longer. You've been unconscious for days."

"Then I've rested enough."

"I almost lost you," Elrond growled, "you will not move, not until you are cleared to do so. And I have the best authority to ensure you follow the rules."

You chuckled, "Oh?"

Elrond went to answer, but frowned in a panic when you started coughing from the dry prickle in your mouth and throat; quickly fetching the cup of water from the side stand. "Easy, my star, here, carefully, carefully," he whispered, holding the back of your neck, helping you sit up only slightly as to not irritate your abdomen, and tip the cup to your mouth to fill it with cold, fresh water.

"How's our patient doin' today, Elrond?" A voice asked cheerfully, "I'm tellin' yah, I can feel it, she'll be awake in no time, real soon, and then you'll actually sleep - "

"You have not slept!?" You asked sharply, looking to Elrond and noting the contradiction to his flesh; how pale he appeared with dark circles under his eyes, cheeks sunken.

Yes, Elves didn't need sleep like humans or Dwarves, but still, they needed some - and it was evident Elrond had none.

The Dwarf gasped and whirled around to spy you awake and conscious on the stony bed they had layered with fluff, furs, and blankets for your comfort. She dropped the tray of nutrients to another table, looking like she wanted to rush you. "You're awake!" She squealed.

"Disa - "

"DURIN!" She bellowed, hiking up her skirts and rushing from the room, "SHE'S AWKAE! DURIN! DUUURIN!"

You couldn't help the laughter that burst forth, wincing when your side seared in pain - making you choke on air. Elrond muttered to himself in Sindarin, finding a wet cloth and approaching your injury, carefully lifting the thin sheet covering you and peeling the bandage off. You heard Elrond hiss between his teeth, you trying to glance at the mark - but your husband would not let you. "Just stay still, my love," he whispered, "this won't take long, but it might sting - "

You grunted and whimpered when Elrond began soaking your wound; the cold water feeling nice in the hot infection, but making you squirm from discomfort. "Elrond," you begged, hand slapping to his wrist, "please."

"I know, but it needs cleaned - it won't hurt forever, my love."

"Oi," the Dwarf, Disa, snapped as she reentered the room, "get away from there, Elrond, go, go, go, shoo, let me through."

"Disa - "

"No," She now scolded Elrond, pushing him to stand straight and take the cloth from him, "your only job is to be a husband, not Healer - that's my job. You stand over there, hold her hand, and - DURIN!" She suddenly shouted towards the door, where a ginger Dwarf revealed himself sheepishly.

"Oh," you breathed in interest, trying to sit up a little, "Prince Durin, what an honor - "

"Oh, no, no, you don't, lassie, you lay back - just lay back."

"Listen to Disa, starlight," Elrond worried, both their hands reaching out to try to gently encourage you back down.

"It's customary to greet royalty on your feet - "

"Not in yer state, dearie," Disa comforted softly, patting your shoulder; Elrond gently caressing the top of your head. "Just rest - Durin will come to you," She shot her husband a look, who slowly entered the room.

"I just - I want to thank you, Prince Durin," you stuttered, wincing as Disa started tending to your wound again. "For saving me - or saving us, so I hear."

"Ah," Durin cleared his throat, nodding with pursed lips, "'twas nothing, uh, my Lady, we just... Couldn't say no to the state of things."

"Still. Thank you," you breathed. "And for your friendship to Elrond, it's been - "

"Starlight," Elrond quietly discouraged you with a small head shake, looking just as uncomfortable as the ruddy-faced Dwarf.

"What? What's wrong?" You asked, but neither man could meet your eyes. So, you looked to Disa, "What did I say?"

"Oh, you said nothin', dearie; 's just two stubborn mules refusin' to speak of the boulder in the room," she tisked with a small smirk.

"Do you think this boulder has to do with your absence from our wedding? I must admit, I allowed myself to feel excited, thinking we'd finally meet; and was entirely saddened by your lack of attendance."

"I know, sweetling, me too," she assured with a sigh, "but their boulder is truly suffocatin' - prevents them from speakin'."

"Oh-hhhh," you hitched the word to exaggerate, both your husbands stunned into silence by the quickly casual conversation, "so, like most men?"

"Mhm," she hummed sassily. "Friends for decades, Durin even considers Elrond a brother - "

" - So does Elrond - "

" - And yet, the fools cannot bear t'speak few words t'mend the bond! Oh, it's absolutely pigheaded!"

"What exactly needs mending?" You pondered softly. "I thought..." You looked over to see Elrond's head bowed, both hands resting in your single one; looking ashamed. "Elrond?" You asked, squeezing his hand.

"It's nothin' of note anymore, my Lady," Durin stepped in, making your suspicion grow, "just... A little, uh..."

"Distance," Elrond supplied finally, lifting his head and nodding, "our tension stems from a matter of distance."

"Hm," you noted, turning to Disa - who was already offering you a tired, pointed look. "What do you know of this boulder?"

"Oh, aye, it's distance," she nodded, frowning, "some... 20 years of it? Or just about."

"Has it been only 20?" Elrond questioned softly, looking earnestly to his friend; who stiffly looked away, but you saw the cracks in the ginger's foundation.

"'Only'?" You repeated, Disa sending her husband a look. "Prince Durin, my Princess, you must forgive my husband - he can forget how... Long life is. 20 years is a mere blink to an Elf, but to the other races, Elrond, it's a lifetime."

"I did not mean to offend," Elrond told you.

"I know, love, but you speak to the wrong person - I am not the one who deserves to hear your apologies," you said, pointing at Durin with your wedding ring firmly in place.

Elrond agreed and turned to his friend, admitting, "I'm sorry for the offense I've caused. I did not realize so much time had passed." Durin scoffed, Disa growling his name. "Is there more I've done? I do not understand, I have missed my friend - "

"Missed!? Yah missed my weddin'!" Durin snarled in a shout, your head resting on the pillow under your head and deflating in pain as Disa worked to fix one of the stitches.

"You missed ours - "

"And the birth of my children! Two of 'em!" Durin tacked on. "You cannot barge into my mountain and demand I welcome you with open arms! You cannot claim that which you discarded! I did yah this favor because of the obvious threat to life, and I comforted you in the wake of yer wife's injury! I ignored my own woes and bygones because that was the decent thing t'do! I mean," he chuckled without humor, "even when yeh wrong me and refuse to even take ownership - accountability - for yer wrongdoings, I still comfort yah!"

"'Discarded'? 'Refuse to take'..." Elrond repeated, "Durin, I - "

"It's as yer wife said!" Durin growled, "20 years might be the blink of an eye to an Elf... But I've lived an entire life in that time!" Emotion caked Durin's tone. "A life you missed! So, yeah, yeh know what? We missed yer weddin', yeah... But you've missed the past 20 years..." There came an awkward sort of silence, the group stewing in their tension. The Dwarven Prince scoffed a couple times as Elrond processed his words, asking with attitude, "So what do yah have t'say to that... 'Friend'?"

You smirked gently as Elrond did not respond, instead slowly approaching his friend as if a skittish, injured deer. Slowly, in a fluid movement, Elrond laid his hand to Durin's shoulder, squeezing as he spoke with sincerity, "Congratulations." Disa laid her hand in your bandaged one, both smiling as she paused her cleaning session to watch and listen. "On your wife, your children," Elrond elaborated. He slowly retracted his hand, "And thank you for your help, the aid that saved my wife's life. Thank you for comforting me, too; I hope you can come to forgive me."

You cleared your throat, the two turning to find their wives watching them smugly. "I think you might owe someone else an apology, my love," you whispered.

"Disa - "

"Don't even," she beamed, "yer already forgiven."

"Ah, don't let him off easy," Durin grumbled.

"His wife almost died in front of him, I think that's reparation enough."

Durin paused for a long moment, then nodded, "Yeah, all right, fair enough."

"Now," Disa announced, standing, "I think the Lady's wound is as good as it'll get for now - it's up to you for the rest of the healing," she patted your shoulder.

"On the morrow, we shall - "

"Oh, no, you mistake me," Disa smirked to Elrond, "there's no leavin' yet. She's not ready - she can't sit on a horse, one awkward bump on the road and she'll pop a stitch, start bleeding, risk worse infection - "

"How long?" Elrond worried, magnetized to your side again with one hand in yours, the other caressing the top of your head to stroke your hair in calming motions.

"Just a few days, until the stitches come out," Disa assured. "Yeh'll stay with us!"

"No, they will not," Durin argued.

"They're staying."

"They're leaving."

"They're staying!" Disa scolded her husband, who huffed and shook his head before pacing in a circle. "Now, yeh wanna try t'move around a bit, love?"

"Please," you begged, "losing my mind just sittin' here."

"All right, just be careful - your legs took a beatin', too. Them buggers got you good with their teeth - easy, easy, there's a good girl." Once on your feet and both hands in Disa's, she distracted you from the pain by asking, "So, go on, lass, tell us 'bout yer weddin', hmm?"

You chuckled, stumbling a little into her arms before rightening yourself while answering, "Oh, it was lovely. 'M pretty sure my best friend hooked up with the High King, too."

"No!"

"I know! I knew the King wanted the party of the century, but there's other ways to achieve such status."

Durin snickered, thinking Elrond looked like he was going to have a stroke as Disa helped guide you around the room to earn your bearings. Behind you, Durin's hand held Elrond's shoulder to keep him in place; letting Disa assist you as the two men appreciated the obvious relationship blooming before them.

And years from now, when your daughter rescued the Ring Bearing Hobbit, Frodo Baggins, your husband would heal him; a direct result after nearly losing your life that caused him to study the art.

part one: Match Made in Grey Haven

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The Blacksmith

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This next chapter is another one I’m super proud of, I really hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Halbrand/Sauron x Female Reader

Word Count: 4k (my longest yet ahhhh!)

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW 18+

Links to Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, and Twenty-One!

Chapter Twenty-Two

And so the days went on, and your heart began to heal. Nothing would erase the horrors you had wrought, but you were convinced now that the inevitable outcome, your defeat of the darkness, would set all things right. You let yourself enjoy the time you shared with Halbrand, not anxious to rush your journey, though not forgetting that haste must be made. Every moment with him was a blessing. Whether it was just the feel of his body as you held on to him on the saddle, or his laughter in the air as he teased you playfully between bites of food, or even the unequalled, unbridled sequences of rapture you gave each other almost every night before slumber. This is what happiness felt like.

Unfortunately, now the more east you rode, the closer the land of shadow grew. Soon in the distance, you could see the blackness that had enveloped the Southlands. It looked a realm of death, a dark place that the forces within you both begged you to consecrate, and the closer you drew to it, the more the evil parts of you stirred, growing restless of your resistance.

"How much longer do you think, Halbrand?" you spoke, raising your voice to be heard over the wind and the sound of the horse's hooves rapidly striking the ground. "Once we turn south... two... perhaps three days at most. It could be longer if our ride gives out.  He's not meant to carry two for this long, nor this fast." he answered you over his shoulder. "Are we certain there is not a shortcut we could take? To make the journey brief for our boy here, and to divert away from..." your voice trailed off as your eyes darted to the malevolent clouds above the horizon, and Halbrand slowed the steed down to a halt. "Speaking of our boy, let's give him a rest shall we?"

You nodded and hopped off the horse, Halbrand swiftly joining you on the ground. He wandered away from you, facing towards the land he inadvertently ruined, lacking subtlety in avoiding answering your question. Taking in the view before your eyes, you studied Halbrand as he stood on this hill you had come to rest on, his black cloak, his hair, billowing in the breeze. The scenery in the foreground was filled with rich green grass covered in small patches of wild flowers here and there. Trees scattered across the landscape, with mountains framing your vision to the right and of course, in the distance ahead.

  A distance that held within it a jarring contrast to the lands before it. Flashes of lightning, bright as the stars, burst through the thick plumes of cloud that were more like smoke, like a poisonous gas consuming all it touched. Everything was darker than you remembered last time you looked upon it, and the shadow was spreading quickly. Suddenly your eyes were pulled to a single location. Orodruin. You could just make out the bursts of lava and fire that erupted from its peak.

A chill ravaged your senses, and your mind took you back to the nightmares Sauron had seeded within you. You remembered the first of them, where you had stood side by side with your love, in a location not too dissimilar to where you were presently. That same black cloak, it moved in reality exactly as it did in your dream. Absorbing all light and reflecting nothing back but the evil trapped within. What thoughts were passing through Halbrand's mind as he stared at the land he had sought to make his own, first as Sauron and then as king of the Southlands? Was the tragedy of what had transpired too much for him to bear? Or was his darkness roaring in his chest in a maniacal applause? The most eager it had been to steal victory over its enemy and claim Halbrand's body and spirit at long last.

Halbrand turned his head slightly, gazing at you with one eye over his shoulder, an eye that was consumed by fire. You gasped and he turned to face you, both his eyes aflame. He slowly raised his arm, gesturing for you to come near. You did not move, only watching as he morphed into the monster you both dreaded he would become. Sauron. The shadow raced towards you both, stretching out above you and beyond, stealing all light and warmth. Adorned now in charcoal armour, complete with crown and a vicious sceptre, the dark lord carved an imposing sight, his black cape frayed yet still flowing ominously. It was then you noticed a thing of colour on the hand that reached for you, a band of gold. A ring. He smiled with wicked delight, speaking your name with no trace of Halbrand's voice left to be found.

You couldn't resist. Slowly moving towards him, your body filled with desire, arousal, excitement. You wanted this. As you made to take his hand,  you noticed the ring on his finger was illuminated with words you could not read. Upon contact, your hand began to burn, and with a flash of white light, all was revealed to have been in your mind. For you looked over at Halbrand, struggling to catch your breath, and he had not moved an inch. Still staring mournfully towards the black land that wished to claim you.

He turned his head, mimicking his movements in the vision that had just plagued you. Yet thankfully, his eyes were not of fire this time. You walked carefully to him, struggling to convince yourself that what your mind had just conjured had been unreal. Detesting the darkness within you for tricking you so, you decidedly took Halbrand's hand in your own without hesitation, to show you had not been spooked by what you had just seen, refusing to give it the satisfaction that it craved.

  "Are you alright, my love?" you asked him, forcing your own troubles to the background. He spoke without looking at you. "So much... darkness. I thought... I thought I would be satisfied when this day came. I remember when Morgoth and I first spoke of this plan... that even in defeat, we would be victorious. We would still have a claim to this Middle-earth, and no power would be able to stop us." You felt his grip on you tighten, and you grabbed his other hand, pulling him to you so he faced the shadow no longer. "It's amusing what the passing of time does to one's purpose." Halbrand finished his thought with a small smile, yet you could still see the anguish in his eyes. It wasn't going away. For either of you.

"I... I still crave it. Power. I see this land before me and yes I am horrified by what it has become... though... I cannot help but imagine... what I could make of it... what I could... create." His eyes were alight with the possibilities you knew he was imagining, and you saw him begin to drift away from himself. "Halbrand!" you cried, taking his face in your hands in an attempt to ground him. "Let it lie, do not give in to it. Do not give it what it wants." "You don't understand... you cannot conceive just how long I have waited for this!" he yelled, pulling your hands off of him. "It's right there! My kingdom! My... throne." "No, Halbrand! No!" you cried out in desperation. "Your kingdom awaits you still, your people await you! We will reach them soon and you will forget about this dark place. It is not your destiny, remember? Remember our love, remember the people we slaughtered, remember our quest for redemption, remember Galadriel..."

  The exasperation began to quell within him, his face losing the mania it was beginning to succumb to. "Galadriel..." The elf's name was thick with sorrow as it escaped his lips. Her name had seemed to trigger the goodness in him to come forth, a key that locked away his darkness. "I pray she will see what we become, what we will do for this world." "She will, my love, she has to. Galadriel told me that she bid you to be free of your past. She only wants goodness for you." "That was before she found out the truth. It will take much more convincing than I think either of us capable of. We have to find a way." "Then let us linger here no more. Our sanctuary, our chance... it is almost upon us."

Halbrand took you in his arms, pressing his lips lovingly against your own. The kiss was brief but beautiful, the two of you holding each other atop this hill, the wind running through your hair, your clothes. Resting your head against his uninjured shoulder, you both stared at the shadow one last time, letting it galvanise you like never before. Like the war that raged within, this darkness was visible and uncompromising. Battering against the light, seeking to infect it. The land of shadow existed now to remind you of your cause, of what you must do, must overcome.

  Halbrand placed a lingering kiss upon your head. "Thank you," he said, uttering your name. "No need. I'm just relieved I was able to pull you back this time." "As am I." He ended his sentence with another brief contact of your lips, before taking your hand and leading you back to where your boy awaited for the journey to continue.

You rode on down the hill, the former Southlands disappearing temporarily from your view, only the edges of its clouds now visible. After a few more miles of galloping, you had finally reached the point where you would turn south for Pelargir, turn away from the clutches of evil. Looking out at the mountains before you and how they stood like the fangs of a beast, anxiety began to brew, unstoppable in your mind. You feared that there was still a chance Halbrand would ride on, continuing towards treachery. The relief you felt however when he turned your steed southward was unquantifiable. You let him know with a loving squeeze of his arm and a kiss to the back of his neck. A smile spread wide upon your face. Your struggle was far from over, but the direction in which you were headed now gave you such strength to continue on. The shadow was at your back, where it should be.

Another sunset began to burn the sky, you had lost count now of how many days it had been since you left Eregion. With your arrival at the city drawing nearer, the urgency for it had never been greater. At last, there was hope on your horizon. As the sun gave way to the rising of the moon, Halbrand brought your horse to a stop, and you dismounted, him fastening it to a tree nearby. You searched the sack attached to the saddle for your food, the distance between its opening and you touching the potatoes now the furthest it had been. Clasping your hand around the final one, you pulled it out. "We better make this one count." you stated. "What of the bread?" Halbrand inquired, as he collected sticks and twigs to make a fire. "I'm afraid it's almost gone as well." you sighed, hoping there would be no more than two days left on your journey, as you doubted you would be able to make it last much longer. The food had already been stretched out as far as it could, thanks to your love not needing it as much as yourself. You grabbed the remnants of the loaf, and the metal plate, walking over to Halbrand who had been quick to get the fire going. Placing the plate over the fire, you handed him the bread, and sat down between his legs, resting your back against him. He wrapped an arm around you and placed a tender kiss on your temple as you removed your dagger from its sheath to peel the potato. Then he held up the bread to your lips, and you took a bite.

  "This bread has really grown on me," Halbrand spoke, his mouth full. "I think the flavour improves with age." You rolled your eyes. "You cannot be serious." "Oh yeah, are you joking? Why this is the finest of its kind I've ever had. The course texture, the hardness of the crust, the dry taste that lingers longer than it should. It's a delicacy, and we should be grateful for it." It was with these words that you stopped peeling and moved to face him directly, a quizzical expression etched on your face. "You know, I'm unsure if you mean what you say or you're just having me on?" "Perhaps both." Halbrand stared at you blankly, and you glared at him as he took another bite. He snickered at you, the light from the fire dancing in his eyes, and he playfully kissed you on the cheek. You couldn't help but smile slightly at him before turning back to the potato, the centrepiece of your forthcoming feast.

  It wasn't long before you were both downing crunchy morsels of the fried vegetable, and you ate slowly, savouring every little bit.  "I shall miss those potatoes." you hummed, swallowing the final piece, your hunger satisfied for now. "There will be more, my love, soon." said Halbrand, giving your arm a comforting rub. Dusting your hands of the remaining crumbs, you moved yourself so your head lay against his chest, your fingertips running over the fabric that covered his stomach. Your love tightened his embrace of you, and you heard a content sigh escape his mouth. Listening to the beating of his heart, a constant drum, keeping the time of his existence, you closed your eyes. Then out of nowhere, Halbrand began to sing, a slow and melancholic refrain with a beautiful crescendo towards the end:

"The fire, o the fire, burns so blindingly leading me astray across the sea a pure force used for evil and bending things to my will dangerous the flames, they feed nowhere to run, no warnings to heed for the light it will consume thee shackled, it will not free me the shadow it fades, but not away retreating, yet there at break of day unforgiven, haunting this land, no destiny to see yet all has changed now you belong to me And now the fire, o the fire, that burns so blindingly is our love immortal, burning for eternity."

His words were poetry, telling his story almost as if it were a myth, a tale of old. You had not heard Halbrand sing before, and now it was all you wished to hear forevermore. For his voice was divine, lovely and tragic at the same time. There was not a sound like it, nor would any other music surpass it. And you not only heard it, but felt it, experienced it vibrating through his chest as you laid against him. You smiled warmly as you listened, tears glistening in your eyes. Once he had completed his ballad, you lifted yourself up so your faces were barely inches apart.

"Where did that come from?" you asked, stunned. "You." One word was all he needed to say as he beamed at you, his face glowing in the flickering light of the fire beside you both. You crashed your lips into his without another thought, his hand quickly at the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair as he returned your kiss passionately. Your nails grazed his neck as you clasped him, and he moaned a little into your mouth. Stradling him now, you let your kisses trail along his jawline, to his ear, then down to his neck. The feel of your lips and tongue there on his skin caused him to moan louder. After a few moments of this, he grabbed you by your hair and pulled you back up to face him, desiring his tongue in your mouth once again. It wasn't long before your hands were grasping at his clothes, pulling them off and tossing them aside.

The torc stayed on of course. It always stayed on.

Halbrand undid the clasps of your dress, taking a little longer than usual. "Oh just rip it off, my love." your arousal speaking for you, all logic abandoned. "I did pack others." "And ruin this... spectacular dress... I think not..." he retorted at you between gasps. With the clasps now freed, he swiftly pulled the garment from your body, immediately lodging his face between your breasts, running his nails down your naked back, causing you to throw your head back and gasp. You knew his hardened length was but a short gap from your growing wetness, but you didn't want to get there, not just yet. Halbrand was all over your breasts, groping, licking, and biting, your nipples were so hard they began to ache deliciously. His movements caused you to buck against him unwillingly, and he chuckled as your pussy lightly touched the tip of him.

"Someone is eager..." he remarked, staring up at you, his voice bathed in lust, his hot breath tickling your skin. "For you... always." You punctuated your words by pushing him down onto the grass that lay under you both. Wanting to show him just how eager you were, you rapidly adjusted your body, and took his erection into your mouth. Halbrand cried out at the sudden sensation, your name entering the wind. An arm of yours stretched up across his chest, massaging his skin, and dragging your fingernails across his torso. He felt so good inside your mouth, your tongue wrapped around him, your teeth grazing him. Your hand met every movement you made, and you began to taste his arousal. "Wait... stop... I don't... I don't want to... not yet..." Halbrand gasped, his breathing strained.

You obliged him, crawling your way up his body, kissing as you did so. Once you reached his head, he hurriedly grabbed hold of you and kissed you hungrily. Speaking between the touching of your lips, he made a request. "I want you... over me... so I can devour you... whilst you seek your ecstasy..." "Yes... my king..." And so you continued to crawl over him, until your womanhood hovered above his mouth, just like it had nights before. You looked down as he smirked up at you from between your thighs, and watched as his tongue darted out, instantly striking your clit. "Mmmm..." you sighed with delight, not taking your eyes off him as he devoured you exactly as he promised. It wasn't long before your hips were bucking once more, riding his tongue, his mouth, whilst his hands gripped you tightly, keeping you in place in case your body became overwhelmed and tried to escape.

The feeling was completely consuming, every movement of his tongue, his lips caused a different pleasurable reaction within you. You did not have to tell him to do one thing over another, because it was all unbelievably glorious. Your thrusts into him soon quickened, and you could feel the ecstasy you sought approaching fast. "Halbrand! I'm... I'm going to..." "Come for me, my love." His words vibrated through you and triggered your release. "Yes... that's it." he encouraged, sucking on your clit. A scream rang out from you, spreading across the land as far as sound can carry. Your orgasm lasted such that time itself felt suspended, and your body trembled violently. Rolling your body off of him, you fell onto your back, the ecstasy still washing over you. Looking over at Halbrand, you watched as he licked his lips then used his hand to wipe his face, grinning, no doubt satisfied with the pleasure he bestowed upon you. He then turned over to face you, propping himself up with one hand, teasingly stroking his erection with the other. You bit your bottom lip at the sight of him.

"Who needs food when I can feast on you...?" he spoke, his voice low and raspy. You laughed in response, still catching your breath. You moved a hand to his face, which he kissed before taking your thumb into his mouth, the sucking tormenting you. Sighing sensually at his touch, you rose up to replace said thumb with your tongue. Exchanging more kisses of hunger, you lured him to sit upright, deciding your body was more than ready to have him inside of you. A lascivious smile spread upon your face, as you placed your hands on his shoulders and knelt down onto his hardness, letting it slowly enter you. The moans that escaped you both were loud, the penetration simply exquisite.

Halbrand's hands clutched your back as you began to move yourself up and down, savouring the thickness of him as it grazed deep in your wetness. Placing your hands around his neck, you leaned in to kiss him once more, your tongues colliding in a frenzy before your lips even touched. It was then your motions on him increased, and your moaning suddenly jumped an octave as your already sensitive clit grinded against him with every thrust. Halbrand stared deeply into your eyes, his face taken by the building of ecstasy within him. You held his gaze the entire time, not desiring to look anywhere else, nor to close your eyes in surrender to the pleasure. You were drowning in each other, breathing heavy and fast, soaked in sweat.

  "I love you... so much..." whispered Halbrand, barely able to get the words out. You kissed him lovingly, your movements slowing, and replied, "And I... love you..." before crashing your mouth into his once more. It was then that Halbrand took control. Still holding onto you, remaining inside of you, he changed swiftly from sitting to resting on his shins. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, clinging to his body desperately as he thrusted deeply into you, his strength on display.

Your hips met with his again and again and again, his speed was relentless. Foreheads touching, open mouths hovering over each other, you both dug your fingernails into each others backs, no doubt drawing blood. It was this small burst of pain that pushed you both off the edge. Your cries collided as you howled into each other, the euphoria almost too much to bear, you wondered if you might expire completely. His tongue darted out searching for yours, which you took into your mouth, sucking on it feverishly. As you both began to descend from the incredible high you just reached, your kissing became more loving as the lust faded from you. There were long and slow touchings of lips upon lips, with one of Halbrand's hands holding your head. Time really had stopped, and you wished this moment would last forever.

  Eventually though, you felt the fire beside you begin to wane, and the chill of night started to creep in, forming goosebumps on your skin. "I think sleep is calling us, my love." Halbrand admitted, placing small kisses on your lips and cheeks, before laying you down on the grass, removing himself from within you. He wandered over to your bag, grabbing a blanket, then quickly put out what remained of the flames, taking his place beside you, his body and the warm material ensuring those goosebumps would fast fade away. "I don't wish to sleep... even though we must. I haven't dreamt since before I learned the truth of you." you confessed as you nestled into each other.

"Maybe you don’t need to dream any longer. I'm right in front of you." His words were romantic but a little too saccharine. You chuckled, "You think quite highly of yourself, don't you?" "Well I am a king after all... it shouldn't be beyond me to act the part... just a little." He placed a kiss on your forehead, giving your body a squeeze. "Oh your people are going to love you." you teased, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. "I hope so." The last words he uttered filled with honest uncertainty. Perhaps it would be best to keep that infernal vision upon the hill to yourself, for what good would it do to reveal it? Unless of course, he has already glimpsed it. You attempted to search his eyes for the answer, but before you could find it your body succumbed to its much needed rest.

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[wildwren]

Naked Like Water - Galadriel/Halbrand, 4/9 Chapters (15.1k)

Chapter Four - Let Me In (3.8k)

Galadriel hunts sleep, hungry to finish her business with the lost soul of Sauron. She must push herself to a new extreme in order to broach the distance between them.

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Galadriel kicks out at him, the tip of her boot making contact with his kneecap. He withdraws, hissing steam, and she clambers onto her knees, claiming the advantage of height while she can. Halbrand is still sprawled out before her on the deck, messy-haired, ruddy with a golden flush. 

“Do you wish to be parted again?” Galadriel demands.

Halbrand glares at her. “No.” 

“Then heed me.” She is speaking coherently for the first time since she arrived. “I’m not as strong as you think.” 

This should be harder to say than it is. It should feel like surrender. But Galadriel has lost the ability to lie to him, at least temporarily. 

Can you still lie to me? she wants to ask, but this is more difficult to speak. 

Halbrand’s eyes graze up and down her body before returning to her face. “You’re stronger than you know,” he says. 

Galadriel sinks back onto her heels and says nothing. 

Halbrand is no longer inside of her. The unbearable heat has retreated from her body, but the memory remains, an ache left in the hollows of herself. Bruises that, when pressed, bring pleasure. It’s an undeniable reminder – a warning: the merging between them happened. It cannot be undone. 

It cannot be over. 

[dunbonnets]

IVRIEL & ISILDUR + battlefield lyrics

nowhere to run from this... no way to forget

[wordbunch]

SFW alphabet: Isildur

a/n: partially requested by @queenmeriadoc and mostly written very self-indulgently for me cause i love this chaotic boy and i miss him!!! i hope you enjoy, and be so kind to let me know in comments/reblogs <3 this is literally for me and like 3 more ppl, but it is the last thing in my drafts which have to be cleared out before i start with new things ehehe

A = AFFECTION (how affectionate are they and how do they show affection?) Moderately affectionate, usually in teasing and playful ways, when you two are around others. If he notices someone looking at you a bit too much for his liking, an arm around you is obligatory! Behind your four walls, he is soaking up every touch and kiss that you give him, and sometimes he will be borderline annoying with how much he loves to have you physically close.

B = BEST FRIEND (what would they be like as a best friend and how would the friendship start?) Pretty cool, except sometimes flaky. But he would always enthusiastically try to make up for everything he missed, and he would always have an adventure up his sleeve!

C = CUDDLES (do they like to cuddle & how?) Don’t tell his friends, but he is an absolute cuddle bug! As soon as you’re alone, he will all but glue himself to you, and complain when you want to get up - he is willing to sacrifice food in favor of constant skin-to-skin contact with his stunning partner. All cuddling positions are good cuddling positions, but especially the ones where he can relentlessly shower you with kisses.

D = DOMESTIC (do they want to settle down; how are they at cooking/cleaning?) Somewhere down the road, he’d like to settle down with you, but right now you’re young, wild and free! He is sort of a mess, and he can be a bit lazy around the house, but just make an enticing promise of a reward for his help, and he’ll be up and running to do whatever you need him to.

E = ENCHANTED (what was their first opinion/feeling about you when you just met?) Oh he was smug, and very flirty when he first approached you, not necessarily ‘cause he immediately liked you, but because he wanted to show off in front of others, and be flirted back with. He most definitely found you attractive, but if you responded with a sarcastically flirty comment, he’d get the most gigantic crush right then and there. Before you knew it, he was wrapped around your pinky finger.

F = FIANCE(E) (how do they feel about commitment; how quickly would they want to get married?) Somewhere down the road for sure, but he needs his 'young, wild and free' time. But also having a sleepover with your best friend for the rest of your lives sounds pretty enticing... I wouldn't put it past him to want to just randomly elope somewhere and go on a boat journey as a honeymoon! Also once you two are officially a couple, he will only have eyes on you and definitely be a tiny bit possessive.

G = GENTLE (how gentle are they, physically and emotionally?) Regarding this... he is a complicated one. He can surely be a bit rough, and always is to his friends (of course in a loving way), but for you he tries to learn to be gentle and sweet in every way. It's actually super cute!

H = HUGS (do they like hugs, how often, what are they like?) He will absolutely give you surprise hugs and hugs from behind, and the hugs where he picks you up and makes you laugh, so it's mostly playful hugs with this boy. Except if he's feeling down about something, then he will instinctively look for your touch and warmth. He's almost neutral towards hugs on everyday basis but he's absolutely not going to say no. However, in private he prefers to go all in and at least have a cuddle session.

I = I LOVE YOU (how fast they say the L-word) It takes him some time for sure, but I feel like he'd blurt it out in some random moment, and he'd most definitely be staring at you like the most lovesick puppy as you do something or just talk, and maybe he would say it quietly at first so you'd have to double-check - he was surprisingly shy about it! But all is well when you say it back, and he can't get enough of hearing it.

J = JEALOUSY (how jealous do they get and how they act then) He is fiery and quite impulsive still, and also very aware that you’re very attractive, so he tends to get quite jealous quite often. As soon as someone is giving you unwanted attention, he is there with a snarky comment and a slender arm sneaking around your waist tightly. He will side-eye the person while subtly checking over you to see if you’re alright. In those moments you will try to suppress laughter, because he looks so cute when he tries to act all manly and big. Maybe later you tease him for it a little bit.

K = KISSES (what are their kisses like, where do they like to kiss you/be kissed?) Unpredictable and sometimes desperate, like kissing you is air that he needs to survive. He will grab your face with both his hands and smush his lips (and half his face) against yours until both of you need to pull away for oxygen, it’s kinda funny but also super sweet, and one of the ways he shows you that he’s absolutely smitten with you. He is the biggest fan of kisses on the lips, 

L = LOVE LANGUAGE (what is their love language and how they show you love) Physical touch is definitely up there, and maybe quality time. He is quite touchy-feely with you, especially in private, and he will gladly ditch anyone and anything to have more of that with you. Something that shows he’s very thoughtful is the way he plans little dates and outings for the two of you, on normal days as well as more special ones.

M = MORNINGS (how are mornings spent with them) Usually he’s active and energetic, and he can run on not too much sleep, but once he gets addicted to falling asleep while cuddling you, and waking up by your side, his sleeping hours get a bit longer, and his mornings a little bit slower and lazier. It’s also in the mornings when he’s the most quiet and just enjoys your presence and warmth.

N = NIGHT (how are nights spent with them) This boy loves to be outside on chilly starry nights!! His absolute favorite thing to do with you in the evenings would be to walk around the city and share a couple of drinks, maybe socialize with your friends, but after that he must steal you away and go either for a night boat ride under the stars, or a night swim - or both!

O = OPEN (when would they start revealing things about themselves; everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) On the one hand, Isildur wants to pretend he’s this mysterious I-can-get-anyone type of guy, but the real truth is… you look at him with a head tilt and ask him about something, and he will crumble and say everything at once. He can be influenced by you big time.

P = PATIENCE (how easily angered are they?) Young Isildur can be feisty, that’s for sure, and he tends to get annoyed by some relatively trivial things sometimes, but most of the time there’s no use trying to rationalize with him over them while he’s upset - rather just let him air it out and get over it, maybe he’ll go horse riding or have a short swim to cool down, and then he’ll come to you like a pouty baby.

Q = QUIZZES (how much would they remember about you – every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget most things?) Not every little detail for sure, he’s somewhere in the middle of the spectrum. Sometimes you’ll be surprised by the fact that he’d remember something very tiny and almost insignificant, but ended up forgetting something that was a bigger deal. 

R = REMEMBER (favorite moment in your relationship) The lead-up to his favorite moment wasn't sweet in the slightest - a man who'd had too many drinks in a tavern was making suggestive comments about you, and Isildur most definitely wasn't going to let that slide; his impulses got the best of them and he ended up getting into a fight. When you finally pulled him away from it, it was time to bandage him up, and it made him feel really loved. It was so worth it to go through the fight to defend his beloved, and then afterwards receive your affection and care and lots and lots of kisses to cure the pain.

S = SECURITY (how protective are they; how they'd like to be protected and how they protect you) In theory, he's definitely going to be like 'my partner is so badass and doesn't need my help and defense' but in practice... all it takes is someone's weird look towards you for him to be running to your side. Sometimes he's definitely partial to taking it too far and then you have to step in and calm him down a little. However, he's not the biggest fan of you acting protective over him publicly - he isn't going to stop you or tell you anything, but it's going to make him feel insecure and insufficient in a way. That's something the two of you work on.

T = TRY (how much effort do they put into dates, gifts, anniversaries, everyday stuff) Okay so, he is secretly convinced that you can do better and fall in love with someone better than him (you wouldn't tho), so he's going to do anything in his power for you to stay with him for good, which includes sometimes too elaborate date or anniversary plans. Once you catch on, you have to push a little bit to get to the bottom of it, but eventually you reassure him that he doesn't have to have every detail figured out - it's okay to go with the flow on more special days as well, if some things don't work out perfectly!

U = UGLY (some bad habits of theirs) He can be messy and chaotic, he doesn’t spend much time inside so his room is not in the best of states. He usually just runs inside to grab or leave something, and late in the night crashes in the bed which, you guessed it, was unmade all day.

V = VANITY (how concerned are they with their looks?) Not too concerned, he knows he looks good without putting too much effort in, so why should he? Except for when you two have something special planned, then he’s going to try his best, and if you compliment him he will absolutely burn on the inside!

W = WISH (something that they really want to do/experience with you?) He wants to go sailing with you on a very early morning, when it’s still dark outside and the sun is only beginning to rise - the colors look beautiful reflected on the water, everything is quiet and the air is misty and fresh, the water is basically perfectly calm. He is planning to use that date idea for a birthday surprise for you, and that might even be how he’d like to propose.

X = XTRA (a random headcanon for them) While he is relatively self-confident, and doesn’t have too much trouble approaching anyone he deems interesting or attractive, he will become an absolute flustered stuttering mess if he gets approached first, especially if the person approaching him is immediately flattering or flirty to him!

Y = YUCK (what are some things they dislike generally or in a partner?) Isildur hates being bored and passive, except on the days when he really wants to just be lazy, so he would prefer a partner who is also relatively active in their everyday life.

Z = ZZZ (a sleep habit of theirs) He is a very restless sleeper and he tosses and turns quite a lot, and ranges anywhere between throwing the blanket on the floor in his sleep and wrapping himself in it and being a complete blanket hogger. 

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[fenharel-enaste]

The Calling of the Sea || Elendil x AFAB!Reader x Sail Master (Part 2)

Rating: +18 (smut)

Word count: 5k

Content/Warnings: Smut, threesome, unprotected sex, p in v sex, Dom/sub dynamics, bdsm, bondage, dirty talk, slight degradation, lots of cumplay, slapping (on several body parts), oral sex (everyone receiving), double penetration, anal sex. There are lots of things and I hope I didn't miss anything, let me know if you consider I left out something else I should warn about please.

Notes: No plot here just 5k of porn 👀

Part 1

It’s also on AO3!

You arrive home with Elendil and his best friend unaware of the things they have prepared for you...

Your heart was pounding as the three of you entered your house, and the first thing you felt after the door closed was Elendil's lips on yours, giving you a soft, soothing kiss. “Why don’t you help our guest find the bedroom, love? I’ll join you in a moment.” You nodded and took the Sail Master's hand in yours, leading him across the corridor to your chamber. 

His presence in that room you had only shared with your husband so far was intimidating, evidence of what was about to happen. You felt the man's touch on your cheek, making you look up at him. “Do you still want to do this?” He asked with concerned eyes, making sure you didn't feel pressured to do something you didn't want to do. You weighed his question. There was no doubt you felt quite nervous at the anticipation, but certainly not under any pressure whatsoever. You did want to do it. So you responded by crushing your lips against his, tangling your hands in his long, dark hair and exploring his strong body as you deepened the kiss, tasting him on your tongue. He groaned lustfully at your eagerness, pulling you even tighter against him. “Fuck, I never thought the day would come I’d finally do this with you.” He said between kisses, firmly gripping your bottom with his hands, so big they could easily cup a good part of your buttocks. 

An amused voice startled you and made you break the kiss to look towards the door. “Having fun already?” Elendil said jokingly and you saw in his hands a collar with a leash attached to it and a long, coiled rope. Your legs melted as you recognised the items. You didn't always use them, but when you did, it was for an entire, intense night from which you always woke up sore the next day. You felt your walls clench just thinking about it. 

Elendil left them on the bed and kissed you before turning you around to face the Sail Master. “Shall we have him see what you have under this dress, love?” He asked against your ear, massaging the nape of your neck with his hand and sending shivers down your spine. You sighed your response, giving him permission to untie the back of your dress and let it slowly fall down your shoulders, exposing your bare body to the Sail Master. You could hear him breathing deeply as you felt his gaze roam over every inch of you. It had been a long time since you had shown your body to anyone other than Elendil, and his intense gaze made you blush and raise your hands to cover yourself instinctively, but Elendil grabbed your arms before you could do so and pinned them behind your back. 

“Don’t be shy, my heart, let him touch you.” Yes please. That was the only thought on your mind before feeling the Sail Master’s warm hands cupping your breasts, the contrast of those sea-worked hands with your soft skin set your body on fire. He then pinched your nipples, hard, and you whined in response, but the little pain reached between your legs in the form of pleasure, making you rub them together. He took one of them in his mouth, and lingered on one nipple while he caressed the other with his hand, alternating between the two. Meanwhile, Elendil was nibbling on your earlobe and leaving wet kisses down your neck. 

The man in front of you soon led his lips downwards, following your belly, lower and lower until he knelt in front of you and removed the last piece of your clothing, leaving them on the floor. He placed his hand behind your thigh, just above your knee, which you immediately interpreted as a cue to lift your leg and put it over his shoulder. His breath was hot between your legs. “Look at you, already this wet just from being touched.” He said before gently biting the inside of your thigh, making you jolt in pleasure. You didn't realise your wetness had already begun to slide down your thighs until the man at your feet ran his tongue along them, making your fluids disappear in its wake. “Fuck, you’re a lucky man, my friend.” He grunted, and his smile hid between your legs to lap your clit. He used his tongue slowly at first, but gradually increased the intensity as he listened to your frantic moans. You could feel his grunts of arousal send vibrations through your body as his mouth sucked on your sensitive bud. 

“Enjoying this?” Elendil's voice made you shudder as he kissed and bit your neck, playing with your nipples with one hand while the other kept holding your arms behind your back. “Yes... yes... oh stars!” You could barely stand if it weren't for the men holding you tightly. Your hips moved instinctively against the Sail Master's mouth and you could feel Elendil's hardness pressing against the small of your back. You were so close you began to pant heavily, pulling your head back and resting it on Elendil's shoulder, and then the pleasure between your thighs stopped abruptly, making you whine. “Please...” 

“Not yet, pretty girl.” He said standing up and looking you with a devilish smile. “I want you to come on my cock.” You turned your head back to look at your husband, seeking reassurance that he was comfortable with the situation. You only found a sinful stare. “You heard him, my love. But first...” He freed your arms to grab the collar from the bed and your heart sped up again with anticipation. 

He carefully brushed your hair aside before wrapping the collar around your neck. “Listen, from now on, you’ll take his orders as if they were mine, and you’ll take whatever he gives you, understood?” You nodded and Elendil gave a warning tug on the leash, instructing you to use your words. “Ah! Yes, captain.” You said with a trembling voice. “Do not worry, my stars, I already told him how you like to be treated. Now, remember your safeword?” You'd never had to use it before, but he always made sure you knew it by heart and had you share it with your guest. 

Then, Elendil offered the leash to his friend, who tugged on it to pull you closer. You tasted yourself on his mouth as he kissed you hungrily before guiding you to the bed. You couldn't take your eyes off him as he removed the garments from his body piece by piece. His long, dark hair falling over his broad shoulders, and that line of hair down his tanned chest and abs. You remember how wild it drove you that time you saw him on the docks, and this time, you could see how far it reached when he pulled down his breeches to release his member. You couldn't help but look away, it was indeed as thick as you expected, and your expectations were high already. 

He instructed you to get on all fours on the bed, facing its side, where Elendil had taken a seat in a chair right in front of you. “I’ll be watching over you all the time, princess, I promise.” He reassured you by resting his forehead against yours for a few seconds before kissing it tenderly. 

You felt the bed sink behind you, followed by a pair of hands caressing your back, waist and hips, and the tip of the Sail Master teasing your entrance before slowly sliding into it, drawing a gasp from your lips. You were used to your husband's length, but not to this girth. Noticing this, he started with gentle but long thrusts, reaching deeper and deeper each time. Your whimpers of discomfort soon turned to moans of pleasure once you became used to his size and took his whole length. 

You looked up at Elendil, who was intently observing your reactions to make sure you weren't hiding any real pain. "Don't hold back, she can handle it." He said to the man behind you, who grabbed the leash hanging from your neck, tangled it in his hand and pulled on it, making you hold your head up. His thrusts gained speed and strength and he began to fuck you harder. You felt ashamed of your uncontrollable cries, you were being fucked so good in front of your husband and he.... You opened your eyes to look at him only to find his hand around his cock, pumping it as he relished the sight. “Show him how desperate you were for him that last time, don’t be shy.” 

That image in front of you along with his words made you let out a long moan, only to be interrupted by a stinging on your buttock that made you yelp, followed by a second on the other, and a third, and a fourth. The Sail Master kept slapping you hard as Elendil pleasured himself watching and hearing you come undone. And then your vision blurred, only able to feel the Sail Master's thick cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again, sending that pleasure to every inch of your body, his hips slamming against your sore bottom. “That’s it, cum for me like a good girl.” He groaned, pulling even harder on the leash and ramming you even harder through your orgasm. 

You were exhausted when the Sail Master had finished with you, and you knew that the night had only just begun. Elendil leaned forward in his chair and brushed his lips against yours, brushing your hair away from your forehead. “Are you alright, love?” Your heart melted at his question, no matter how roughly you were treated in bed, your well being was always his priority. Your mind was still a little clouded from your orgasm, but you felt fine, oh so fine. You nodded and Elendil gave you another quick kiss before giving his friend a knowing look. 

The Sail Master pressed his lips on your shoulder and then withdrew from you carefully to reach for the coiled rope on the bed and hand it to Elendil. “Sit on the bed, love.” You pretty much knew exactly what was going to happen next. He'd already used it on you several times, but to have two men using you? A shiver of arousal ran through your body once again. "Spread and bend your legs for me?" And so you did, placing the soles of your feet on the bed, so that your knees were bent close to your shoulders. 

Then Elendil proceeded to wrap the rope around your right thigh, passing it four times just above your knee before securing it with an elaborate knot. He then passed it across your back until he reached your left thigh and repeated the process. He passed the rope across your back again, this time completely encircling your torso with it and then wrapping it several times around your arms, attaching them to your body and restraining them. He adjusted the tension one last time, making sure the rope was neither too loose nor too tight, and tied an easily accessible knot above your chest. "Do not hesitate to say your safeword if you need us to stop. The moment you say it, we will pull from here and the rope will come loose, understood?" 

“Yes, captain.” 

The two men helped you to lie down, legs spread open and your cunt exposed for them both. You felt completely helpless in that position, unable to do anything but accept whatever they were planning to do with you, and the anticipation made your clit throb. Four hands began to roam your restrained body. Elendil had them on your thighs, running them up and down the insides while his friend slid his hands down your torso, cupping your breasts, brushing and pinching your nipples with his fingers. You closed your eyes in ecstasy as you felt them all over you, but you knew this was nothing compared to what was coming next. 

Let’s see how many more orgasms you can handle tonight, love.” Your husband said before sliding himself into you so easily, your walls stretching open once again. He let out a deep groan when he felt you so warm and wet around him. It was obvious that he'd been restraining himself for long enough that night to allow his friend to have fun with you first, fighting the temptation to just shove it in any of your other free holes. All that self-control vanished at that moment as he pounded hard into you, firmly gripping the back of your thighs, marking them with his fingers as you whimpered uncontrollably beneath him. 

The Sail Master gave a little tug on the leash as an indication to turn your face towards him. “Open your mouth for me, princess.” He commanded as he gently removed the tangled hair from your face and held it in his fist before guiding his cock into your mouth. You almost took the whole thing in, but you choked before it hit the back of your throat. It was difficult to control your breathing with Elendil’s relentless thrusts. He chuckled knowing what had happened to you, but he didn’t slow down his pace. 

“It’s alright, love, breathe through your nose, stick out your tongue for me... that’s it...” The Sail Master instructed you, slowly reaching further into your mouth. He moved slowly at first, allowing you to adapt your breathing to the rhythm of both men inside you. Soon after, drool was running down your cheek and chin as you tried your best not to gag on the cock fucking your throat. Your head held still by the firm grip on your hair. 

Your legs fought to close from the pleasure hitting every inch of you, both your mouth and pussy being taken care of at the same time was overwhelming, but you could only find resistance from the rope tight around your body, preventing you from even the slightest movement of arms or legs. You whined around your lover’s cock as tears flooded your eyes, your restraints greatly enhancing all your senses. 

And they continued their work for a minute, two, three... Your body was burning by now and all you could do was gasp as your hands at your sides clutched onto the sheets. You felt oversensitive, unable to move as your lovers used you like that, showing you no mercy of any sort. 

“Such a needy slut we have here.” Said the Sail Master, as he withdrew from your mouth to let you talk. “You want to come, pretty one?” 

“Yes, please! Please I need... ah!” You jolted at the stinging pain between your legs when Elendil slapped your clit. “That’s the Sail Master you’re talking to, show some respect.” He said in his stern voice, the voice that made you want to obey every demand without a second thought. 

“Please, sir... I need to cum, please...” 

“How could I say no if you ask so nicely, sweetheart? Under one condition, you’ll thank us for every time we make you cum, is that clear?” You nodded and your body clenched once more as Elendil slapped your clit once again, harder than before. “He asked you a question.” 

“Yes! Yes sir, I understand.” 

“Good girl.” And he shoved his cock into your mouth once again. 

The Sail Master increased the pace of his thrusts into your throat while Elendil took control of the leash and pulled on it as his hips slammed hard and loudly against you. You felt his cock throbbing and twitching inside you as it rubbed your sweet spot with no intention of stopping. When your husband brought his thumb to your clit, your eyes rolled back and everything went blank, the cock in your mouth muffling your laud screams. 

Neither of them slowed their pace, prolonging your orgasm for what seemed like an eternity that you wanted to last forever. You were a trembling mess when it was over. When your body relaxed, they withdrew from you. “Do you have something to say, hmm?” Elendil asked slapping your ass softly as a warning. 

“Thank you...” Your head was spinning, still recovering from your powerful climax. But the sight in front of you was enough to feel your clit throbbing once again. Both men were firmly pumping their stiff cocks right in front of you, and you couldn’t help but biting your lower lip as you watched them. Their heavy breathing turning into guttural sounds as they released themselves all over you. Elendil’s warm drops landing on your belly followed not much longer by his friend’s cum covering your breasts. 

The Sail Master pressed his lips against your forehead. “Don’t think we’re done with you yet, princess”. He said reaching for your hand and guiding it to his semi-erect cock. "But I think we need some help here first, don't you think?” A soft moan escaped your lips at his words and you grabbed him with your right hand, stroking it slowly, feeling his foreskin sliding up and down along his shaft. Your restraints only kept your upper arms attached to your body, allowing you to move your forearms freely. Elendil laid down beside you, on the left side of the bed, he didn’t need to tell you what to do. He let out a groan at the feeling of your grip around him.   

They both took good care of you as you pleasured them with your hands. Elendil bit and sucked on your neck, leaving wet kisses and marks all over it as his friend used his tongue on your nipples, licking some of the drops of cum he had left on them. The fact that you were jerking off to cocks at the same time, hearing the gasps and groans you elicited from them, it was too much for you. You felt your cunt so empty again. The Sail Master took some cum in his fingers and made you open your mouth to suck them clean. Your lustful moans on his fingers were all he needed to get him hard and ready once again. 

Now it is he who stands between your legs to have his second turn with you. And your cunt was filled for the third time that night, getting roughly fucked as Elendil grabbed to hair and shoved his now hard cock in your mouth with little warning. This time, you got used to the rhythm much quicker, controlling your breathing as you did before. You could taste yourself on him, making you suck eagerly. 

And so they spent what seemed like hours, both taking turns fucking your pussy and mouth. Every now and then they would cum all over you and you would help them get hard again with your hand, or they would just lie next to you, whispering the dirtiest words in your ear as they watched you come undone. And then they were ramming into you again. 

You had already lost track of how many times you'd come. But you were always grateful for each of your orgasms, they made sure of it, slapping your clit or your nipples, or pinching them, sometimes they even slapped your face softly, or tugged on the leash that hung from your neck. You always ended up thanking them with tears in your eyes. 

You no longer discerned whose hands were exploring your body, whose cock was in your mouth or in your cunt or whose cum was running hot on your body. You just knew how sore you'd be after this. “Safeword?” They asked you every now and then, making sure you wanted them to continue such treatment, you just shook your head. This was the sweetest torture you had ever known. 

When your last orgasm faded, Elendil leaned in close to kiss your lips, once, twice, three times. “You did it very well, my love.” He stated with the sweetest smile on his face, his eyes showing how proud he was of you. You let out a deep breath as you smiled back at him, tears of relief down your flushed cheeks. The Sail Master pulled on the knot over your chest and the rope loosened immediately. They helped you lower your legs carefully, they felt stiff from being in that position for so long, as did your arms. 

When they made sure you were alright, Elendil took your hands in his and pressed them against his lips. “There is... one more thing we had discussed to try tonight, but only if you’re not too tired and you’re willing to do it, of course.” You were about to ask what he meant, but you understood it all when you saw the lust in both men's eyes. Oh... 

The idea was intimidating, it was something you'd never done before, but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't daydreamed about it often, that you hadn't fantasised about it a few hours earlier in the tavern, before you knew the night was going to end with your husband and his best friend railing you on your bed. The idea frightened you, but you felt far more aroused than scared. 

“You can say no, of course. It will have been a wonderful night whatever you decide.” The Sail Master remarked when he noticed your hesitation. You knew you could refuse, but you wanted to do it, you trusted them both completely. 

“Oh I... I’d truly want to try it...very much so.” You admitted with a shy smile and Elendil captured your lips eagerly. “Alright then, my heart.” 

You found yourself straddling the Sail Master moments later, he was lying beneath you, resting on his elbows to keep his face close to yours. He kissed you gently, a gentleness that contrasted with the way he was treating you minutes earlier. You slowly sank down on his cock, making him swear under his breath while looking between your legs as you took him. Elendil positioned himself right behind you and kissed your shoulders as his hands roamed up and down your ribs. “Relax, my love.” He whispered as one of his hands reached your belly, taking some of the cum still dripping down your torso with two fingers. You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath, relaxing your muscles and slowing down your heartbeat. 

Elendil spread your buttocks apart and you felt wetness in your entrance. Was he using the cum from your body as a lube? Oh fuck... It wasn't the first time he prepared your ass for his cock, but you had always used oils. This was so sinful you couldn’t help but squirm on the Sail Master’s cock, making him chuckle. “Oh, aren’t you eager now?” He laughed as he held you still. You moaned in response to the slippery wet finger pushing slowly into you, followed shortly after by a second one. You felt the usual discomfort at first, but only a few minutes later you found yourself pushing your arse back, begging your husband to move his fingers faster, to curl them inside you as you rode the cock in your cunt. 

“Tell us what you want.” Elendil demanded in your ear when he considered you ready. “I- oh gods...” You were a whimpering mess once again, barely able to make coherent sentences as the other man beneath you sucked on your neck. “Use your words, love, I want to hear you say where you want it.” Your husband repeated and you whined at his words, it took all your power to respond clearly. “I want you in my arse, please...” Elendil’s groan behind you sent shivers through your body. 

“As you wish, my heart.” He said removing his fingers from you carefully to bring them to your chest once again and collect some more cum, this time to coat the whole length of his cock with it. “Please...” The thought made you light-headed with lust. “You wanted us both, didn’t you?” He teased as he pressed his tip against your entrance. “You’ll have us both then.” And he pushed himself inside you, slowly, inch by inch, feeling you tightening around him. You gasped and you clutched your hands on the Sal Master's flesh due to the two cocks inside you stretching you open. “Relax, princess, you can take it, just breathe.” The man in front of you soothed you, cupping your face with his palm, making you look in his warm, dark eyes. 

You did as he told you and felt how the tension in your body eased, allowing Elendil’s cock to go in a bit further, and then a bit more, until his pelvis was pressing against your buttocks. You felt completely full now, you still needed to get more used to the feeling, but you couldn’t deny it felt delicious, much more than you had anticipated. 

“I’m going to move now, is that alright?” Asked the Sail Master with his slightly trembling breath. You nodded, giving him permission to rock his hips upwards, pushing his cock deep inside you. His speed increased as he listened to your moans as a sign that you were liking what he was doing, and oh Valar did you like it. Elendil's stretching your other hole from behind you made his friend's cock rub so hard against your sweet spot. Elendil stood still behind you, whispering praising words into your ear. 

“You are doing so well, my stars, do you want me to move as well?” He asked, and you could only beg at this point, making him laugh at how desperate you were to be fucked like that. “That’s what I thought...” He groaned as he grabbed your leash by the end closest to the collar and pulled on it, forcing you to press your body against him. You felt his sweaty chest on your back as he fucked your ass, not as hard as he’d want since he wouldn’t risk hurting you, but he managed to match his pace with his friend’s. You dove into that moment, abandoning yourself once again to whatever it was that your lovers gave you, their grunting sounds making you clench around their cocks. 

“Look at you, you’d be such a good cadet, so eager to follow orders from us.” The Sail Master praised you and slapped your tits, hard. The sound filled the room along with your loud cries. The drops of cum kept dripping down your body and the men would feed you with it over and over again. You had no way of knowing which of the two you were tasting on your tongue every time you sucked on their coated fingers. 

At some point, Elendil pushed his fingers even deeper into your mouth, almost reaching your throat and making you gag on them. "You'd like to have one more cock in your mouth, wouldn't you? You’d love to have all your holes filled with cock, isn’t that right you needy slut?” Gods... oh gods. That’s all you could think about as you were railed, your hips moving involuntarily and riding both their cocks, your clit rubbing hard against the Sail Master’s pubic bone in that position. You couldn’t control your orgasm getting closer, and you didn’t want to. 

“Maybe we should bring her with us next time we set sail, keep her there on board for us to relieve some stress, don’t you think, my friend?” Asked the man under you, who wouldn’t stop playing with your breasts, slapping and pinching them, sending that pain to your clit as waves of pleasure. The captain said the next words right into your ear, using that deep voice of his. “Hmm what do you say about that, love? Would you like us to have you on our ship as our personal slut?” And that was it for you. Oh yes... yes please, take me with you, please. You failed to keep that sinful desire from leaving your lips in the form of words, which elicited even more degrading words from your lovers. Neither were you aware of the screams that filled the room as your pent-up pressure in your core was released and your shattering orgasm crashed into you, sending spasms through your oversensitive body that made your legs feel weak. 

It was Elendil the next to follow even when your orgasm still lasted, your ass felt so tight around him as you came he couldn’t help but spill his seed deep inside you as his thrusts became slower and sloppier, moaning and grunting as he bit your shoulder and gripped you leash tight in his fist. He remained still for a few seconds as he caught his breath with his forehead resting on your back. He then left a few loving kisses on your shoulders and pulled out from you with care. 

You collapsed on the Sail Master’s chest, feeling too weak to stand up straight, but you needed him to cum inside you as well. You rocked your hips slowly in that position, his hands grabbing your ass to help you ride him. Cum began to drip out of your asshole, sliding down to your folds and his balls. And so, with the slow rolling of your hips, the Sail Master gasped beneath you, letting out deep groans and grunts as he emptied himself into your cunt. 

The three of you lay on the bed for a while, too exhausted to say a word. Not that you needed to. You smiled content with your head resting on the Sail Master's chest as he stroked your back with his fingers and kissed the top of your head softly. You caressed your husband's beard as he laid by your side holding your hand in his. He was looking at you in the same way as when you first made love, that night had further strengthened the trust you had for each other, if that was even possible. 

“I love you.” The words formed soundlessly on your lips. Elendil answered you in the same way, and it was the last thing you knew before you fell into a deep sleep.

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A Light in Dark Places (6015 words) by Pepperthephoenix Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Adar (The Rings of Power)/Celebrimbor (Tolkien), Adar (The Rings of Power)/Sauron (Tolkien), Celebrimbor/Sauron (Tolkien) Characters: Adar (The Rings of Power), Celebrimbor (Tolkien), Glûg (The Rings of Power), Sauron (Tolkien), Annatar (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Aftermath of Violence, Aftermath of Torture, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Celebrimbor (Tolkien), POV Adar (The Rings of Power), Celebrimbor Lives (Tolkien), Celebrimbor Needs A Hug (Tolkien), Past Annatar/Celebrimbor (Tolkien), Past Sauron/Adar, Past Abuse, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma Bonding, Adar Needs a Hug (The Rings of Power), Sauron's Exes Have Unionized, glug loves his dad, glug needs a vacation, after the fall of eregion Summary: Good news: Celebrimbor, in possession of the nine rings, escapes Sauron and his, now, accursed forge. Bad news: He runs straight into the hands of Adar and his legions of Uruk who turn him into their prisoner they plan to use to trap Sauron and kill him. Worst news: Celebrimbor may be trauma bonding (and more) with a certain charming, haunted Uruk. Good news: Adar's siege of Eregion is on the cusp of taking the city and, hopefully, Sauron. Bad news: Glug brings him an Elf who is not Galadriel or the fallen Maia in disguise, has a dangerous pouch full of something Sauron needs, and who keeps trying to escape, causing chaos within the Uruk camp. Worst news: Adar may be trauma bonding (and more) with a certain, charming, haunted Elf. Oh, and Sauron is still out there and is furious.