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thyras · 3 months ago

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→ your divine

PAIRING → mairon | halbrand | annatar (sauron) x f!elf!reader

WORD COUNT → 6.6k words

WARNINGS → 18+ mdni - dark!reader, soft!sauron (even if that is possible), smut, some plot, masturbation, murder, reader has trauma, mentions of blood, blood drinking, possessiveness, unprotected p in v, choking, biting (marking), oral (fem receiving), confessions, breeding kink.

SUMMARY → you have been sauron's betrothed since the days of old, his faithful servant. you spend your days carrying out his plans in Eregion, but with each passing century, you long for your husband's awaiting arms until one day you finally get your wish.

AUTHOR'S NOTE → this is deranged and will be a two parter because this was already so long. i feel like sauron would not ever want to have children but for the sake of this lets just imagine otherwise. reader is dark but only when she needs to be. i was inspired by @just-trying-to-fangirl-in-peace to take on writing a dark!reader fic. hope y'all enjoy.

FIC MASTERLIST → NEXT PART

Centuries passed, and you kept playing your part well. You grew into your role as a healer in Eregion. But the pain always lingered. You missed your husband and longed to feel him underneath your fingertips again. Feel his taste on your lips as he drove into you at a toe-curling pace like in the days of old. When you both were free to indulge in each other for days.

Never to know the longing of separation.

You were standing in the courtyard talking with Mirdania when you felt the sweet pull of something you had not felt in centuries—your husband. It made you turn quickly, expecting those dark, shadowy fingers to crawl up your spine before wrapping themselves around your neck in the act of possession. When the feeling wanes, you feel your heart clenching and aching at the flicker of longing you now feel again.

Mirdania notices your change in demeanor and touches your shoulder softly, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turn to her and smile, putting your mask back on as quickly as it recedes.

"Is everything okay?" she asks. You nod before returning to your earlier conversation when the sound of hooves alerted you both to turn toward the lower courtyard. A white horse and chestnut appear as the guards, Elrond and Celebrimbor, move to greet the unexpected visitors.

Your feet become glued to the cobblestone when you see the rider and feel the pull of his shadowy mind against your own. He was injured if the stain of red on his tunic and the pale face of a man riddled with sickness was any tell. But you knew that your husband was an excellent deceiver and had a particular fondness for deceiving elves. A dark smile twisted underneath your own illusion as the thoughts of his deception towards you, memories of that first awakening surfacing.

In ages passed, after the first awakening, your kin were offered passage to the Undying Lands by the great Oromë after Melkor’s defeat. But a dark deceiver had already infiltrated your heart and mind by that time. Planting seeds of darkness and a lust for power. You had always been a rebellious soul, and he fed off that.

His dark claws sunk into you until you were nothing more than a Moriquendi, an elf of the dark. The dark followed you and faded your light until no more than the shimmer in your hair was left.

So when it came time to leave, Oromë stopped you and exposed your secret to your kin. Horrified by the sight of you and your deception, Oromë gave your kin a choice; cleanse or destroy you if they wished to journey with the rest to Valinor in three days.

Your kin, eager to reach the Undying Lands after the war, decided it would be easier to destroy you than heal what was already so corrupted. He came to you in his shadowy form on the second and final night. Fingers caressing your torn and tattered face. You were accepting of his touch.

“What have they done?” his form breathed. You looked up at him, the face of your lover appearing. The soft, gentle, elven face and long reddish hair of his fair form.

“Mairon,” you struggled to breathe against the collar around your neck. Chains shackled you to the walls, and in that moment, you knew by the look in those dark eyes he would do what you craved so desperately for. Destruction and revenge for your kin’s greed.

When they came for you, he slaughtered them like animals before anyone could even lay a finger on you. The sight was wicked and cruel to anyone but you. To witness your lover wreak havoc on the people who wished to end you was intoxicating. It did not matter that he slaughtered your family or friends; they were already dead to you.

In one final act, your lover drug the leader of your kin to the center of the square by his hair, forcing him to kneel, tilting his head up so he could look at the destruction around him. “Look what one mere man can do,”

“You are no man,” the leader choked out his bloodied mouth, spitting some of it onto the ground. “You are him, Sauron, the Abhorred, Morgoth’s faithful lieutenant.” You watched as that dark, nebulous smile rose on his lips before the leader looked at you. “He’s corrupted you for his own gain, young one. He will discard you after he has no use for you anymore.”

You shook your head and stood a little taller. “And why should I believe you when you were so quick to murder me for immortality?” You reached down and picked up a discarded blade beside your feet. In one final breath, you drove it through his gut and watched as the light of the Valar began to fade from his eyes.

“Why?” The elf choked out as blood fell from his lips. You look up at your lover, whose dark eyes sparkled with adoration and intoxicating pleasure. You were his. The life you took was the final piece to welcoming the darkness entirely.

“He gave me what none of you could not.” Your lover's hand moved to cup your chin as he released the dying man, bringing your lips to his before you spoke again. “Divine purpose,”

Mirdania moving past you quickly to help brought you out of your twisted memory. You watched as the guards helped him off the horse and carried him into the tower. It would cause alarm if you rushed down as Mirdania had done, so you make your way moments later.

"What has happened?" you asked Elrond as you finally reached him.

"It appears Lady Galadriel never went to Valinor. " You had heard of her but only in passing whispers. She was an Eldar and had come from Valinor after the Great War. The only person that would have any knowledge of your husband’s slaughter of your woodland kin. “And now she has brought the King of the Southlands with her." You could not help the pulsing in your heart as you realized the grand plan was now coming to fruition, and you could rest easy that you would have him even for a brief time.

"I am sure I will be needed," you said, picking up your skirts and starting towards the stone stairs. "Can you send for my assistants, Lord Elrond?" He inclined his head before turning away. The pulsing in your ears and your heart caused you to take quickened paces toward him, following the sweet thread of your bond through the tower.

Once you were close enough to feel the pulsing of his own yearning for you, your feet slowed, and you made sure your mask was firmly in place before entering the room.

There he laid. In his new form, this time a man. His hair was coppery bronze that hung around his face in waves while a light coating of stubble covered his cheeks and chin. You had never minded whatever form he took, but you were always pleased whenever he took on the fair faces and tall, lean bodies. It added to your yearning for him.

You stepped into the room, causing Galadriel to turn as the guards left. Surprise flashed across her face as you strode past her.

Any elf could feel your dark choice to remain in Middle-Earth. But none could feel the dark bond you shared with the evil they sought to rid the world of.

You inclined your head to her and pushed up the sleeves of your robes before making it over to him. He turned his head and let a brief smile touch the corner of his lips as he took you in. His beloved wife was here to mend him once again. You moved to lift up the blood-stained shirt and saw the sprawling wound there. The dark lines of infection ran away from it. You reached to touch it, and he winced at the touch. So, it was a very well-crafted illusion.

"How long has it been?" you asked as your two assistants brushed past her, and Elrond appeared behind them. They set your supplies on the table next to you as they unpacked and laid them out.

"Six days, enemy lance. We rode with haste and without rest," she said before turning to speak with Elrond. You turned your attention back to the man lying in the bed. You pulled on the dark thread to tell him he would be well again. He swallowed hard, and you could tell he was trying so hard not to take your hand into his. The centuries apart finally caught up to him.

You and your assistants worked tirelessly to heal the wound. Once it was in a place that you could manage on your own, you dismissed the two younger elves and were finally left alone with your husband, who was now being cheeky and pretending to be asleep.

"You don't have to pretend anymore, my love; they are all gone." You said playfully as you moved your chair a little closer so you could wipe the sweat away from his forehead with a damp cloth. His eyes opened, and a thin smile touched his lips. "Very convincing," you motioned to the scar now on his side. "You inflict that yourself, or was it just a genuine illusion?" He squeezed your hand. The wedding ring on your finger pressed against the palm of his hand before he brought it up to kiss.

"A Maia does not reveal all his tricks," Your face warmed slightly as he moved to kiss your wrist, his lips caressing the scar on your wrist from when you had bound yourself to each other. It sent a shiver down your spine as his lips lingered there before you felt the tip of his tongue trace across it. You held back a whimper as your eyes closed. "I've missed you, my beloved,"

Your eyes fluttered open, and you moved to cup his stubble-covered cheek, lips leaning in to hover over his. Both of your breaths mixed for the first time in centuries as your thumb caressed his cheek. Eyes locked with each other. "I've missed you as well, husband,"

The long-awaited climax to your reunion came when you pressed your lips against his, hungry for his taste against you. Your lips moved in a passionate rhythm before he lifted his free hand to wrap around the back of your neck, lacing his fingers in your silky hair. A low growl rumbled in his chest as your tongue pushed past his lips, tasting the fiery scent he always carried with him. He pressed you harder into him as your other hand moved to run through the sprinkling of dark brown chest hair.

You fought the urge to climb onto him and straddle his hips before sinking yourself onto him and taking him to the hilt like you had craved to do each and every night since you both had parted ways centuries ago to protect your identity and facade of a mourning elf who had lost her kin to the evil, Sauron.

It was quickly over before you blinked, and you longed for much more; his lips left yours only for him to pull against your bottom lip between his teeth. Tempting you even more, your hand moved to wrap around his neck as a low growl left your lips. A chuckle left his lips before he spoke.

"It would look suspicious if you linger here for any longer. I'll be fine." He breathed. "We can speak more in the morning." You gave him a slight pout before he smiled and ran his thumb against your bottom lip. "Always so insatiable,"

"Well, I have not seen you in centuries," you breathed as a dark smile filled your lips in preparation for what was about to leave your lips. "And doing everything myself with only memories grew tiresome."

A dark smile touched his own as he tsked and gripped your chin tight. "Always the temptress," he said seductively, as you looked down at him. Then, playfully, nipped at his thumb.

"But you love it," He chuckled softly before releasing you. "For it was the reason you became so smitten with me," You paused and hovered over his lips once again. "For I am the only one to have ever tempted the Dark Lord himself into doing my bidding." You ran your index finger underneath his coarse chin. He visibly shuttered and hummed against the touch as you moved your finger down his throat.

"And I would fall for it every time if it meant I got to ravage the woman that holds my dark soul in her clutches." Your face warmed, and your finger stopped when you leaned in once again to give him a parting kiss.

"Until the sun rises and the moon sets, you will be the only thing on my mind." You said, adjusting your gown and robes before laying the damp cloth into your basket. You snatched it up and moved to the door before turning to gaze upon his lazy, blissed form.

"Still as sweet and silvery-lipped as you were all those centuries ago, I can't wait to feel them around me." That dark smile he loved so much returned to your lips. His prolonging of this departure for someone who wanted to keep suspicions low was amusing.

But that’s what the mere sight of you did.

If eyes could ravage you, then his would be doing so now.

"I would say get some sleep, but we both know there will be none of that." He chuckled and waved you off.

"Good night, my beloved wife." You picked up your skirts and started down the dark corridor.

It was not long before you felt the cold, dark shadow following you out into the courtyard. You shook your head and turned to look up at the flickering light in the room you had just left. You could not see him, but you felt him in your bones and could not wait to feel him inside you.

The sun rose, and you began preparing to tend to your 'wounded' guest. You could not help but feel the anticipation building in your chest as you put together a fresh basket of linen and clothing for him. It was like in those days after you wed and found the peace you both searched for, indulging in each other's pleasures and carnal desires endlessly. The childish games he would indulge in just for you made your knees weak and your core turn as it twisted in anticipation for his soul to connect with yours. Old memories surfaced as you tugged on that invisible dark thread, tying you together in destiny.

Laughter left your lips as you ran behind a tree, trying to control your racing pulse so he had no chance of finding you. Your hand went over your mouth as if to control your breathing. A smile on your lips as you felt the first tug of your bond against your mind. He was close, and you were torn with desire, but this was a game of patience.

You closed your eyes and felt the wet ache of your womanhood at the thought of his hands caressing your body, fingers wrapping around your neck as those dark silted irises of the viper he was stared down at you in feral hunger. You took this chance to pick up your long velvet and silk skirts. Your own long, delicate fingers moved to push aside your underthings before tracing against your soaked entrance.

Your body came a light at the thought of his touch inside of yours. One finger became two, moving in a rhythm that had the squelching sound of your needy cunt filling the forest. Your other hand rubbed against your swollen pearl, bringing out a whimpered plea of his name, tempting him ever so slightly more.

"Little temptress?" his voice carried through the forest. "You can't hide forever. I can smell you doing what only my fingers can achieve." Another tug on your bond, and you could hear leaves crunching underneath his boots. You moaned against his filthy words before pulling out of yourself just as the heat of your climax kissed your core.

You wanted him to bring you to climax, but you also wanted to torture him. So you cleaned your drippings from your fingers with a quick lick of your fingers. His voice hummed as he neared. “Do you taste good, little one?” Your eyes slammed shut as the words were true, but you tasted even better against his fingertips.

You took this chance to pick up your heavy skirts and move away from the tree you had been hiding behind, heart racing as you ran further into the forest away from your beloved husband.

Once you came into view, a feral growl sounded through the forest, and his dark shadow started following you until you felt his arms snatch you up. It caused you to trip over your skirts, and both of you fell into a heap of limbs and cloth. "A fair, virtuous elven maiden such as yourself should not be touching herself like that, the scandal that would cause if anyone were to wander upon us.” he breathed against your tresses. A smile filled your lips as he encased your frame, breathing heavily like he had been running for ages.

Your lashes lowered, and you ran your index finger across his plump bottom lip and down his chin before moving back up to part his lips with your nail. His eyes became darkened and full of feral hunger, like some wolf ready to sink his teeth into its fresh prey as he took in the scent of your arousal on the tips of your fingers.

"Mmm," you hummed, eyes closing as you reached down and pulled up your skirts, revealing the delicate skin of your thighs covered in a light sheen of arousal dripping from your needy heat. He let out a low warning growl at your motion. "Then shall the Dark Lord take this fair maiden's virtue and taint her with the darkness?" Your eyes fluttered open just as his lips crashed upon yours, drawing out the air in your lungs and forcing you to press your body against him. His hand moved to run up the soft, damp skin of your upper thigh. Shivers ran down your spine as his tongue broke through your lips, taking in the taste of your sweet arousal. The kiss only lasted for a moment until his lips started down your jaw and then your neck. Your fingers moved to wind themselves into the reddish tresses of his hair.

"Such a devious little creature," he breathed against your neck before he raked his teeth against the skin, causing you to yank on the roots of his hair and produce a growl from him. The hunger built as fingers swiped through your wet folds; the stimulating touch caused you to roll your hips against him, craving the friction he was denying you. His free hand slammed you into the forest floor causing you to yelp in surprise.

"I learned from the best,"

Your face warmed as the memory slipped away, and you slipped out of your modest abode toward the forge where your husband was still being kept. Elves walked around you as you tried to keep your pace casual. Your eyes traveled across the beautiful streets of Eregion.

This had been your home for a few centuries back when Celebrimbor’s ancestors first settled here. They welcomed you and gave you a refuge from your twisted past. You watched as your husband’s plan began to unfold. The madness already brewing against the family that held lordship over these lands.

The family never suspecting of your true loyalty.

And your purpose here.

Out of the periphery of your eye, you saw Lady Galadriel's shimmering white hair walking across the courtyard. She was deep in thought by how she walked and her rigid posture. Something was amiss with her, something that you could tell was troubling her mind.

Your husband’s manipulation ran rampant against her mind. You could tell she had been ever willing to hang on to every enticing word that left his lips.

You continued your journey and finally made your way into the forge. To your mild surprise, you saw both your husband and Celebrimbor talking. Sensing your arrival, both men turned when you entered the forge; you gave them a light bow before Celebrimbor motioned you over.

Your husband's gaze followed you the whole way over, the tendrils of his dark web crawling up your back and across your shoulders as he explored every inch of you. Pulling at your desire and lust for him to be buried between your thighs, withering underneath his touch.

It was almost impossible to keep your mask on for Celebrimbor, but you could torture him later.

And the chaos that would cause.

Such delightful chaos.

"Good morning, my lord; I am surprised to see our guest up after I strictly told him to rest for a few days." You turned your gaze to your husband and gave him a scowl to keep up with your carefully crafted facades.

"It is my fault," Celebrimbor said warmly. "Lord Halbrand was just giving me some inspiration for a project, and I seemed to have gotten carried away." He gave you both a slight bow before returning down the corridor as he mumbled to himself about something.

When he was out of elven hearing, you spoke up. "For someone who does not want to raise suspicion, you sure are doing a horrible job." You move to take his forearm and walk you both over to the darkened corridor.

"I got bored," he said with a devilishly playful smile. You sighed and shook your head.

Why did you always have to be his rational conscience?

"And the last time you got bored," You poked at his chest. "I had to clean up your mess." He took your hand into his and brought it up to his lips.

"And I am eternally grateful for it, but," he paused and reached with his other hand to take your chin into his fingers. "Trust me, there will be no mess to clean up this time, only reward. And then we shall have forever to indulge in our pleasures after we are King and Queen of this land," You smiled darkly up at him.

"Promise?"

"With all my heart," He released you and motioned down the corridor to where he had been staying. "Now I do think we need to keep our little rouse up."

You take the lead, and before you know it, he has scooped you up bridal style as your basket of linen fell to the floor, leaving a pile of cloth in your wake. He carried you through the threshold of his room before depositing you onto the bed unceremoniously. You leaned up and watched as he closed the door and locked it.

"But won't you be missed?" you said as you moved to be on all fours. “Celebrimbor and Lady Galadriel shall surely miss you. They seem so smitten with you.” The yearning and dark lust was palpable in the air of the small room. You reach up to take the rim of his pants into your fingers, yanking him over to the edge of the bed.

"Hardly," he took your chin into his calloused hand before tilting your head to meet his gaze. "I'm more worried about whether Eregion's sweet, innocent healer will be missed." You lowered your lashes and gave his pants a light tug.

"Hardly," you repeated his answer and licked your bottom lip. You ached to feel the heaviness of him in your mouth and slide your tongue up his length, knowing all the areas that would gift you with those precious sounds and dirty Black Speech endearments. "She's out of the office for the remainder of the morning. And plus, my assistants are perfectly capable of managing without me."

Your husband pulled your gaze back to meet his. It did not matter if he changed appearances or faces; that dark, feral gaze he produced whenever you were your playful, temptress self was always the same. But this face was slowly becoming one of your favorites, the dampness already collecting in your undergarments as you reached up to move your hand across the growing appendage in the fabric of his pants.

You licked your lips as his eyes closed, and he released your face. "Will my husband let me worship him like I have begged to do in those lonely nights?"

"Yes," he breathed out as your hand slipped between the rim of his pants. But before you could continue, he had your back against the bed. Dark eyes watching intently as yours grew in surprise. "But first, I wish to worship my faithful wife for her patience and effort." His hands wrapped around your neck just enough to ignite the fire in your belly that had been brewing since last night. You arch yourself in the pressured grasp as if you were showing off the most beautiful necklace in the realm. The necklace you ached for.

Finally, his mouth was on yours, and your fingers began winding into his coppery waves, pulling on the roots as his hand tightened around your neck. Your mouths fought for dominance, trying to quench a thirst that had built up in you both for centuries.

Yearning to feel body against body, mind against mind, and soul against soul. You tugged at his hair again and pushed your mouth against his harder, nipping at the skin until you could taste the black liquor of his blood coating your sweet lips.

He tasted so godly to you, and you swallowed each drop of the darkness like the faithful wife you were. After a few moments, he broke away and took your bottom lip between his teeth before tracing the blackness off both your lips. You obediently took his finger into your mouth and licked it clean. A growl rumbled in his chest as he gazed upon your obscene gesture. "I am going to make a mess of you," he promised. "Make you fall apart repeatedly, like the days of old."

You let a whimper escape your lips as he released your neck, and open-mouthed kisses replaced it. His tongue lapped up the sweet, tender skin there. "Hus—" you barely got out before his teeth met the delicate skin of your neck and began to suck against the skin.

"Mark you so no man may gaze upon your beauty and have any doubt you are bound to my soul." Your eyes slammed shut as you felt the searing pain of his teeth breaking the skin. His tongue lapped at the blood pooling there. "My beautiful elven wife," A moan escaped your lips before you pressed your body against his, the barrier of fabric almost too much. You craved to feel his bare skin against yours and take in all this form had to offer.

He continued down your shoulder before ripping at the fabric of your dress until it was torn down to your stomach, revealing the divine wonder of your breasts to him for the first time in centuries. You ran your tongue across your swollen bottom lip as he gazed at you in the morning sun.

His heart finally felt whole again as he gazed down at you, eating up your form and the light trickle of blood down your chest from where he had bit too hard. Your skin was so soft and warm underneath his calloused hands, the skin of the woman he gave his soul to. He leaned in, and his lips lapped up the trail of your sickly, sweet blood.

"Love?" you asked, concerned, pulling his face to meet your gaze. Your husband moved to cup your soft cheek and ran his thumb against your cheekbone. Your eyes were growing just as dark as his at this moment. The power that coursed through him was now coursing through you, the bond strengthening with each touch, kiss, or taste of your body.

"My divine, let me destroy you," he breathed, leaning down to kiss your breastbone before placing a trail of open-mouthed kisses until he took your pebbled nipple between his lips, sucking on it eagerly before speaking again. "And take the last piece of your pureness."

He continued down to your stomach, where he finished ripping the rest of your garments from your body. Every mound of flesh was game to his mouth as your fingers moved to twine in those coppery strands again. Pulling and guiding him to where he was most needed.

Your husband's fingers trailed up the flesh of your thighs as he moved to kneel in front of the bed, propping your legs up and pulling you to the edge. The image of him on his knees sent your core pulsing, something that never ceased to get a reaction out of you. It was divine and sinfully powerful to see him there. Surrendering himself to you and his desire to kneel before his queen.

"You like it when I'm on my knees, don't you?" he taunted between your thighs. His breath tickled your swollen folds, causing you to falter for a moment—but only just a moment until you sat up, and your fingers yanked his head back. His cynical grin touched his lips as he gazed at your darkened expression. "There she is," he taunted against your tight grasp. "My queen," he chuckled with a dark undertone.

"If you are going to keep taunting me, I'd rather that silvery tongue of yours to be doing something else." Your husband obliged and leaned to kiss the slickness on your thighs, tasting the arousal and yearning you felt before. Before, in one swift movement, he had you gasping for air when his mouth met your swollen cunt.

Your back arched off the mattress, and your fingers moved to grip the bed linen as he showed you just what that darkly sweet tongue could do. You could not hold back the moans or whimpers of pleasure he pulled from those swollen lips.

It was not long before one dark finger split you open, and your cunt clenched against the unfamiliar touch. Your fingers clenched his hair as his finger rocked against you, the pad of his palm touching the sweet petal of your arousal tortuously. One became two as he replaced the pad of his hand with his thumb. His free arm moved to lay across your sternum, holding you captive on the mattress. His lips returned to yours, so you could enjoy the taste of your arousal as he continued to fuck you with his torturous motions inside you.

His corruption of you ran so deep that there was no mere mortal that could ever get you to turn against the darkness. You had the most powerful being in all of Middle-Earth between your thighs, and you were the only mortal he would kneel to.

Your fingers clawed at the linen; his name, his true name, hung on your lips, ready to be released into the world after centuries of quiet patience. Your back arched against his restraining grasp, signaling to him that you were close to your climax. His come here motions quickened, and you came hard over his fingers in a release of pent-up energy, clenching around him like you never wanted your bodies to part.

"Mairon," You whimpered in ecstasy. It was always the name he wed you with. Never Sauron or the countless other names he took on. And he took pleasure in that. The way your elven tongue and lips wrapped around the name made him want to move continents and oceans for you.

"Good girl," he breathed against your sensitive, well fucked cunt. "Always such a willing and well-behaved girl." He kissed your inner thigh, tongue lapping up your drippings before he smiled darkly and bit down on the delicate flesh, causing you to moan loudly again.

"Your version of 'well-behaved' and mine are not the same, husband," you said, breathless. He chuckled and leaned back over you, taking in your blissed expression and sparkling eyes as you gazed up at him.

"Mmmm," he hummed against your stomach as you ran your fingers through his tousled strands. "But I do enjoy when you misbehave because I hear my name fall off your lips repeatedly like a young maiden saying the sweetest prayer." You watched as your husband discarded every fabric upon his body to reveal the lean man underneath.

You moved to kneel on the bed and ran your fingers through the sprinkling of chest hair as he slipped out of his pants. His mouth met yours again as your fingers moved to run up through the hair at the nape of his neck, pressing his face against you. "Let me worship you," you breathed against his lips in between kisses as your hand moved to wrap around his jutting appendage. He hissed out a curse as you pumped the taut skin. "Let me show you how lonely each and every century was."

He tried to encase you with his form, but you hooked your leg around his waist and rolled him underneath you. Your hips now straddling him as you hovered over him, awaiting the time to sink your hips down and take him to the hilt, just as you had dreamed of. Both of you were breathless and yearned for this long-awaited reunion.

This had been all he could think about as he recovered his form: tasting your sweet skin against his lips and feeling your warmth around him. He had been patient and steadfast as he worked out his plan and finally returned to his wife when the time was right.

Once his hands were on your waist and you were cradling his face, you finally sunk your hips down until you felt the tip at your entrance, the pulsing of your cunt already eager for the stretch of him splitting you open.

“For all eternity,” he breathed. “I shall be bound to you.”

“Never to wander or forget the being I have vowed to trust, love, and obey.” You finished. The words of your vow to each other rang through both your minds.

It was like that first time again when you finally took him to the hilt. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the pleasure of being complete by the being you gave your equally dark soul to. The being now resting in your grasp.

You began rolling your hips against him; the same spine-tingling touch of his dark fingers running up your spine filled you with even more urge to quicken your pace, but you kept an even rolling motion. Your husband moved to push some of your hair behind your ear as both of you struggled against the motions.

"Immortality always felt so hollowing," he breathed as you lowered your lips to his. "Until I met my elven princess, I turned into my dark queen." Your lips met his furiously until your pace quickened, and both your moans were being swallowed by each other's mouths. Pulling you in ever deeper to your awaiting climax.

As your bodies joined and you became one, you could feel his thoughts against your own. The feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him caused him to strain against your movements. Your smile darkened against his lips as you slowed even more. He growled and squeezed the flesh of your ass hard. “Behave, little temptress.” His teeth nipped your bottom lip, warning you.

“But I thought you liked it when I misbehaved, my lord,” You teased. He roughly pushed you onto your back and drove into you with an animalistic pace. Pulling squeals from your lips as he drove both your highs. Your fingers released his waves as he handcuffed your wrists above your head, sitting up. Your soft gaze watched his wanton expression fill his face as he took pleasure in how you felt around him. Your back arched into the thrusts, trying to meet his powerful thrusts. Drawing him deeper toward the door to your womb, where you wished to plant his seed.

You licked your lips at the sinful thought of being full and ripe with his child. You knew he never wanted children as he found it unsettling. Merely giving you the answer of what if our own creation was as powerful as him and seeked to destroy their parents in their quest for dominion over the realm of which you both created.

A valid concern. But it did not stop your longing for the sweet kicks and turns of a child nestled in your womb.

“Little one,” he breathed as his fingers tightened around your wrists and he leaned in. “I can feel those desires of yours and do I not give you enough?” You nodded softly before answering.

“But does the creation built out of our love and in our image not entice you, husband?” His lips hovered over you, and he slowed his thrusts to a more gentle pace. He took a moment to collect his thoughts.

“A creation that could take you from me, do you wish for me to suffer in my eternity of longing for you?” Tears formed in your eyes, and his eyes darkened at the sight. “Sweet wife,” he breathed before kissing away the tears. “If this is what you want, then I shall give you what you desire, but only if you promise not to leave me empty for eternity by your absence.”

“I promise,” He picked up his pace again and drew moans out from your sinful lips. Pleasure rose in you both at the feeling of him quenching your sinful desire. He always gave you what you wanted. Ravished you delicate trinkets and beautiful nights of connected bliss. But he could never say no to his wife. His bondmate.

He snaked his fingers between your heated bodies, rubbing the sensitive bud of arousal. Pulling his name out of your sweet lips. “Will it,” you breathed as he laid his forehead on yours. The rippling of your walls clenching around him as you were reaching your peak sent him into a frenzy until one last call of his name had you whithering underneath your orgasm.

He groaned against the pulsing and began thrusting into you more brutal, more feral, as he once again wished to mark you as his own. The sweet taste of his orgasm kissed at him before, in one ragged movement, he emptied into you, spilling his seed deeply into your womb. Your breathless plea for him to will it had him straining to release you. His hand wrapped around your throat, and he pulled out of you, leaving a trail of spend in his wake. Fingers moving to lap up the substance before meeting your withering cunt, pushing it into you. Every last drop of his mark, coating you.

He leaned into your ear as you whimpered in overstimulation of his large fingers still buried deep inside you. There was nothing he wished more than to see you happy and full. Those dark, sinful lips wrapped around your ear and spoke the words you had long desired for.

"I will it,"

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— PROTECTING THAT WHICH IS MOST FRAGILE

PAIRING — Adar x fem!Elf!Reader

SUMMARY — Sent to patrol the area where the Orcs' settlement was, you find an abandoned baby. Perhaps most Elves would remain unbothered but you have always loved the imperfect things, the ugly ones, the unwanted ones. You take care of the baby, not knowing yet that taking him with you will change your life forever.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I missed writing for Adar, so here we are! 🤭 I also really wanted to write him with a pure, good Elven woman that would be a bit like Galadriel in the way she radiates light because I love the contrast between them two. 🙈

WORD COUNT — 6,020

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

PROTECTING THAT WHICH IS MOST FRAGILE

You had always loved the imperfect things, the ugly ones, the unwanted ones. What was making other Elves look the other way or wince out of disgust, would make your heart clench deep inside your chest. You felt the need to protect such things, to take care of them and to love them.

Because who else would?

Living in the Southlands and being responsible for protecting humans was an easy task for you because you never looked at them with contempt or superiority. However, being immortal and watching them get old and die – that was the most difficult part.

Lately, the human villages under your protection had been threatened by the Orcs – filthy, evil creatures. A mockery of your kin.

For them you had no sympathy. Or at least you thought so.

On the night before your friends had found a primitive settlement made by a few Orcs by the edge of the forest. The Elves had destroyed it and killed the Orcs but you were sent there to patrol the area to make sure no other Orcs had come in the meantime and settled there instead.

You were quick and swift, nearly inaudible as you sneaked around the woods you had known your whole life. Your bow and arrows attached to your back as you remained observant towards every leaf shivering in the wind and every howl in the distance.

When you arrived at the settlement, it was visibly empty even though the stench of the Orcs still remained. There was no light, however, although the smoke from the huts being burnt still lingered on.

You looked around one last time before turning around to walk away when a sudden and unexpected sound caused you to freeze.

Pathetic and weak wailing.

There was something pitiful about the sound and you found yourself looking for the source of it inside the burnt huts. And, finally, you found it in a basket under the table – a baby.

An Orc baby, naturally. The ugliest little creature you had ever laid your eyes on with sharp teeth and small, watery eyes as its hand was reaching out for you. Your heart clenched deep inside your chest at the sight. You couldn’t abandon it but you also couldn’t take it back to your Elven friends. They wouldn’t feel the same sympathy you did. After all, it was a child. Still innocent and still uncorrupted. And it was not its fault that their kin was a mockery of yours.

You picked the baby up gently and shushed it. You looked inside its diaper made of rags and found out he was a boy.

“Don’t cry, little one,” you tried to calm him down and caressed his little head. “Are you hungry perhaps?” You asked and walked outside to sit on the rock.

You weren’t sure if small Orcs could eat lembas bread but you had nothing else to offer. To your relief, the small piece was enough to make the baby stop crying and you watched him fall asleep in your arms now, clinging to you. You sighed, trying to figure out what to do now.

Coming back to your friends was not an option, which you had already known. Leaving the child behind to die was not something you would consider either. Therefore, all you could do was to sneak deeper into the forest, find another settlement of the Orcs and simply drop the babe off there, hoping to remain unnoticed.

You adjusted the baby in your arms and stood up, determined to continue with your plan as you walked into the woods calmly, trying not to wake the exhausted little boy up.

The deeper you went into the woods, the more lost you felt. Even though you had known these forests ever since you were a baby, they had changed recently as the Orcs’ presence seemed to corrupt the woods’ energy significantly. You no longer felt safe and the fact you were not only responsible for yourself but also for a small child was not helping.

However, you did not want to give up. If you were to get hurt or lose your life while trying to do the right thing and protect something so small, vulnerable and innocent… so you would. That was every Elf’s duty even if some had forgotten already what the source of their light was.

The little Orc baby started crying all of a sudden and you stopped in the middle of the path to stand by the huge tree nearby as you were trying to shush him gently. Too focused on him, you didn’t hear the leaves creaking behind you and the next moment you felt a dirty, crooked blade being held to your throat. You swallowed thickly and your eyes widened as you pressed the child closer to your chest.

When you turned your head around, you found yourself face-to-face with an Orc with a few more standing behind him, snarling at you like wild animals. You swallowed thickly and looked down at the baby in your arms.

“What do you have there, Elf?” The Orc asked you and lifted up an edge of the blanket the baby was wrapped in with the tip of his knife.

He was visibly surprised at the sight and he looked around to say something in the filthy Black Speech to his companions. At his words, they all gathered around you and kept staring at the baby. Little boy was looking back at them with big eyes.

“Where did you get the baby from?” One of the Orcs asked you with contempt.

“I… I found him abandoned inside a burnt settlement,” you answered, purposefully not mentioning who had burnt the very village although the Orcs did not need to be told because they snorted at that.

All except for one, who squinted his eyes and approached you quite aggressively. He pointed his blade at you and you put your heads around the baby’s head to protect him.

“Why did you take him?!” He asked.

“I… I wanted to bring him to you… I assume his parents’ are dead but I thought you were taking care of your own, so…” You started, your voice trembling slightly.

“Stop lying!” The Orc snapped and you got startled. “You stole him and wanted to take him to your kind. To hurt him,” he emphasised and his friends looked at each other as if they had just realised something.

“I would never hurt a child, no matter what kin they are!” You protested.

“Shut up,” the Orc growled and tore the baby from you. The boy started to cry immediately and you reached your hands out for him as your own eyes filled with tears but the Orc threatened you with his blade once more.

“Don’t,” one of his friends laid his hand on the Orc’s shoulder. “We should take her to Adar. Let him decide,” he said and you swallowed a lump in your throat.

You had heard that name before… Adar. It was being said with fear and mystery. A leader of the Orcs. What could you expect from him?

The worst, you assumed.

You were led by the Orcs through the mud with shackles around your wrists. You were stumbling and falling a lot as they laughed and kept pulling the chains, which caused your whole body to end up bruised and dirty. Your hair was filled with mud and leaves that got stuck to your matted hair strands. You were exhausted and humiliated but what kept you motivated to keep going was the baby boy you had rescued. The most aggressive of the Orcs had been carrying him and trying to shush him but the baby was crying and wailing all the time.

Poor little babe, he must have been exhausted from all this screaming and he kept reaching his little hands out towards you whenever he saw your face. However, when you had once dared to suggest that you could carry him instead, one of the Orcs had slapped your face with a hilt of his dagger and cut your cheek open.

You were led inside a village in the middle of the darkest part of the forest. There was a clearing but enormous, old trees surrounded it, therefore their leaves provided the lack of sunlight even in the daytime. In the middle of this settlement there was a huge fire burning and most houses resembled more of simple tents but near the fire there stood a more proper hut made of wood that most certainly belonged to someone important.

Everyone froze at the sight of you being dragged by the Orcs and they were curious about the crying baby, too. When you arrived at the small empty space pretending to be some sort of a market place in the middle of the village, you were thrown on the hard ground made of stone.

“Tell Adar to come here,” the aggressive Orc ordered his friends and they nodded before rushing away to the inside of the wooden hut.

In the meantime, some female Orc approached the man and took the baby from him but the boy kept on crying and your heart ached more and more with each of his cries.

“We found this she-Elf on our land with this baby,” the Orc announced to everyone gathered, pointing his dirty finger at you. “She stole him from the settlement her kin had burnt and she wanted to take him to the Elves, so they could experiment on him.”

“That is not true!” You sobbed at the sight of angry Orcs walking up to you. They were standing in a circle around you and staring at you with nothing but intense hatred inside their eyes. “I wanted to bring him home and to protect him!” You tried to convince them as tears streamed down your cheeks. “Please, I would never hurt him…”

One of the Orcs was already crouching down to you and grabbed you by your dirty hair to pull on them while he threw your head back and you winced out of pain.

He licked his lips as you watched him with terror in your eyes but your hands were in shackles, therefore you could not push him away when he reached out for his knife.

You shut your eyes close and swallowed a sob when suddenly you felt the Orc being pulled away. When you dared to open your eyes again, you saw a man standing above you instead and your jaw dropped slightly at the sight of him.

He was… No, he could not be, could he?

An Elf.

But not an ordinary one, no. His skin was unhealthy pale in an odd shade of grey and it was covered in scars that only emphasised he had been through a lot. His blue eyes were ice cold and full of contempt but also sadness and wisdom. His long, black hair contrasted with his skin but it also suited his clothes made of black leather mostly.

He crouched down slowly as the Orcs kept observing your interaction. You tried to move back slightly from him but he reached out for you and brushed your dirty hair out of your face.

“What brings you here, child?” He asked in the Quenya language.

The way he called you and the speech he chose to use made you realise he had to be very old.

“I… I didn’t want to hurt the baby… I promise… I… I found him and I couldn’t abandon him there, so I…” You tried to explain nervously while crying but the man was patiently listening to you. “I wanted to drop him off near one of your settlements but I got caught… I… I would never hurt a baby…” Your lower lip trembled. “Please, believe me…”

“I believe you,” the man nodded, calmly. Some of the Orcs sighed with relief but others looked at each other, angrily. “Can’t you see, my children?” He stood up and turned around to face the Orcs. “She scares you but not because of what she had done but because her light is blinding you. Worry not, her light cannot hurt you like the sun,” he assured them and turned around once more to nod at one of the Orcs.

The Orc released your hands from the shackles and you massaged your sore wrists before trying to stand up, a little clumsily. The man who had to be a mysterious Adar offered you his hand to help you with it and you froze.

After a short while of hesitation, you allowed him to grab you and pull you up.

“You are my guest now,” he told you. “Stay with us for dinner and then I shall let you go. What do they call you, my Lady?”

“(Y/N),” you told him. “And I’m not a Lady,” you added and he smiled gently. “What do they call you?”

“Adar,” he said just like you had assumed by now.

There were many questions you were dying to ask him out of curiosity but you knew you should be leaving this settlement. You were not safe there and you did not trust his invitation for dinner. Also, you had never been a nosy person and everyone had their right to keep their secrets. You didn’t expect him to suddenly tell you the story of his life.

“I appreciate your invitation but I believe I should leave now,” you told him and he tilted his head slightly. For a short while you had a feeling that you could spot sadness there but then he nodded at you.

“She can’t!” A female voice made you both turn around. It was the female Orc that had taken the baby you had rescued. He was still crying. “She is responsible for him now. She was the first person he saw after his parents died and now he has a bond with her,” she explained. “He won’t stop crying unless…” She approached you and handed you the baby, nearly aggressively.

Oh, what a sweet silence suddenly occurred as the baby boy stopped crying immediately when he found himself in your arms. He yawned and clinged to you as he closed his eyes. He was finally falling asleep.

It filled you with warmth as this innocent little creature chose you as its protector but it also burdened you with responsibility and… it was surely creating a dilemma. You looked up to meet Adar’s gaze and his ice cold eyes seemed to be so gentle at that moment, you nearly melted under his gaze.

“I cannot take him with me. My kin would never understand,” you whispered.

“Stay here then,” Adar proposed and you shook your head.

The female Orc walked away now and you saw one of the male Orcs being angry at her for handing you the baby but she exclaimed something at him in the Black Speech and he shut his mouth.

“My children are mortal,” Adar explained. “He will be grown in a few years, then you can leave him. To us, a few years are like seconds to them,” he added. “But I won’t blame you if you decide to leave.”

At this moment, something about him made you trust him more. As you looked even deeper into his eyes, you saw so much pain. Pain of watching them all being born and then die – the ones he was calling his children. Like you felt towards all the humans that you had befriended. The fact they were all mortal was sometimes too painful but you had your Elven friends to grieve with. This man – Adar – he was alone.

“I shall stay for some time and make my decision,” you nodded at him and cuddled the baby a little tighter. The bond that had been forged between you was not one-sided by any means.

“Thurga,” Adar called for the female Orc and she came back to you. “(Y/N) will stay with us for some time. Can you spare a room in your tent for her?” He asked and you looked down at the baby so he could not see how terrified you actually were of sleeping inside one of those tents, surrounded by the Orcs.

“Aye, I can, Lord Father,” Thuga nodded. “Come with me, Elf,” she ordered you around and you cracked a smile at Adar before unsurely following her into one of the tents.

Just like you assumed, it was filthy and cold inside as all the Orcs sitting by the table were looking at you with hatred or curiosity. Unfortunately, the aggressive Orc who had been the most awful to you was actually Thurga’s husband. They also had a few children sitting there and they all went quiet at the sight of you.

“Lord Father says she-Elf stays and he wants her to stay here,” Thurga announced and her husband snarled.

“Here, Elf,” Thurga pointed at some rags on the ground next to the fire. “It’s warm here. That’s your spot,” she said and you blinked a few times.

“Um…Thank you, Thurga,” you smiled at her and sat there. Thurga’s husband was visibly angry and he left the tent in a hurry.

“Don’t mind him,” Thurga sat next to you and caressed the baby in your arms. “I know him. I knew his mother. It’s a shame she died,” she sighed and you pursed your lips since you knew that it was your friends who had been responsible for that.

“What is his name? Do you know?” You asked her.

“Aye, I know,” Thurga nodded. “It’s Glûg,” she told you.

“Glûg,” you repeated out loud and smiled gently. “That’s a pretty name.”

“You think so?” Thurga asked as if she found it hard to believe.

“I do,” you nodded at her and leaned in to kiss the baby’s forehead.

“Do you have children of your own?” Thurga furrowed her brows and you looked at her, surprised. “You’re probably thousands of years old, you could have hundreds of ‘em,” she said and you chuckled softly.

“I’m not that old, Thurga,” you told her. “A few hundred.”

“Practically a baby yourself then,” Thurga rolled her eyes.

“And no, I don’t have children,” you confessed and looked down, a little sadly.

“Why not? You seem to be good with little ones,” Thurga pointed out, apparently not knowing that it was inappropriate to ask such questions so openly.

“I have never met my match,” you told her. “It works differently for the Elves. A small fascination is never enough to marry. It must be something… Something much deeper and I have never experienced it,” you smiled sorrowfully.

“The hell you need a husband for to make a baby?!” Thurga laughed and you looked at her in a scolding manner.

“Us, Elves, we do not… We do not get intimate before the wedding,” you explained to her and she snorted at that.

At that moment, Adar entered the tent and Thurga’s angry husband was standing behind him. He had complained to his Lord Father apparently about you staying at his tent.

“How do you find your new place to stay?” Adar asked you and you looked up at him.

“It is enough, thank you,” you answered, politely.

“It was a foolish idea of mine, though. You should not interrupt the peace of Thurga’s family. Come,” he waved his hand at you and you stood up carefully with Glûg asleep in your arms.

You followed Adar outside the tent and he led you inside his wooden house. It also was not luxurious by any means but it was way more decent and it resembled the human huts you knew from the villages.

“You will be safer here. It will be a sign for them that I accept you,” Adar explained and you nodded as he pointed at a wooden bed near the fireplace. “For you and the baby.”

“His name is Glûg,” you told Adar and laid the baby on the bed with a smile before turning around to look at the man. “Where will you sleep?”

“I have told our carpenter to make me my own bed,” Adar explained. “It will be ready for tomorrow but I do not need to sleep tonight. You, on the other hand, are exhausted,” he pointed out. “How many nights without sleep?”

“Four,” you answered and Adar nodded.

“Sleep, you must,” he approached the door. “I shall not disturb your rest. Are you hungry?”

“I am fine. I still have lembas bread in my pocket and Glûg can eat it, too,” you answered.

“Lembas… I have not had it in centuries,” Adar whispered.

“Do you want some?” You offered him but he shook his head with a sad smile.

“Go to sleep,” he only answered before leaving you alone with Glûg inside his house.

Weeks have passed inside that settlement and with each one, you were growing more and more used to that place. And you certainly were very close with Glûg now. He was really like your son – you slept cuddling together, you fed him with the food prepared by the female Orcs, you played with him and you gave him baths. The others were laughing at you that he was the cleanest Uruk baby out of all because you were giving him a bath every other day.

You would only leave him sometimes to play with the other babies and to spend time around his own kin, so he could learn the Black Speech, which was a skill you could not teach him yourself although the language was so easy that you were starting to understand some of it already.

It seemed like lots of the Orcs actually started to accept and like you – with a few stubborn exceptions, obviously. Like Thurga’s husband. But other than him and a few other grumpy men and women, you were quite liked. You radiated pure light that was impossible to ignore. Despite being dirty creatures of darkness, they were drawn to you.

They wanted you to tell them stories and to cut some of your hair to wear as an amulet. They were teaching you Uruk lullabies in return that you could sing to your son and they showed you how to cook the food that he would surely enjoy.

Adar was keeping his distance from you, though. Despite sharing the same house he was treating you like air most of the time. He was respectful when it was needed but nothing more than that. He seemed to be a mysterious and quiet man and you did not wish to interrupt his peace either since you knew it was a result of lonely centuries he had spent all alone. However, most of the time you could feel his eyes on you. When you were dancing with the Uruk babies, when you were carrying your little baby and singing him lullabies, when you were praying each evening to the Valar by the moonlight. His eyes were constantly on you but there was nothing unsettling or malicious about his gaze. In fact, it was rather… shy? But he never approached you.

Therefore, you were surprised to hear Thurga’s words that evening when you helped her to cook the food for her babies and for Glûg.

“You know, Elf, I can mind the little one some evenings when you and Lord Father wish to be alone,” she winked at you.

She winked.

And you froze.

“What are you talking about? Don’t be daft,” you scolded her. “Why would we want to be alone? It is awkward enough already between us,” you explained.

“Aye, I know, I know…” Thurga sighed. “An Elf like you would never look at an Uruk like that but he’s so lonely. Always has been, ever since I remember and had to be for centuries before I was born,” she said. “And he once was your kin, they say,” she lowered her voice as if it was a secret and not something obvious.

Well, perhaps to the Orcs it was not. To them, it was a myth.

“I abandoned my people to raise an Uruk child. You cannot possibly be accusing me of being prejudiced,” you defended yourself.

“I’m only sayin!” Thurga rolled her eyes and you watched her for some time from the corner of your eye before going back to cooking.

When the meal was done and kids were fed, you took Glûg with you back to the house because it was time for him to go to sleep. However, when you walked inside, it was incredibly cold there.

“What happened here?” You asked and adjusted Glûg on your hip at the sight of Adar crouching down by the fireplace and cursing in the Black Speech. “Why is it so cold?”

“The wood has gotten damp and the fire does not want to start,” he explained as he stood up. “I’m sorry.”

“Well, I can handle the cold,” you said although you were not so sure as the silver went down your body, “but what about Glûg?” You asked, worryingly.

“Here,” Adar offered you his blanket and you took it.

For that night, you did not change into your nightgown you had made for yourself a few weeks earlier out of an old linen you had managed to find. You decided that staying in your clothes would be a better idea and you put two blankets over you and Glûg, keeping the baby close to make sure he was warm but at the same time you didn’t want to hold him too close and suffocate him by accident.

You were trembling out of coldness, especially in the middle of the night. It was winter, after all, and the house was poorly made so the wind was getting inside through the cracks between the wood.

Your shaky breath had to keep Adar up because you heard him on his own bed, turning over. You wondered if he was cold, too or was he immune to such harsh weather after everything he had been through.

“Are you cold?” He asked in a raspy voice.

“Y-yeah,” you admitted. “Y-y-you?”

“A bit,” he admitted and you smirked. He had to be as cold as you, apparently, but he would never admit it.

Long silence occurred between you and then you heard his bed squeak as he stood up. You moved a bit closer to Glûg and made space in your bed, which was your silent consent for him to join you, so he did.

You felt the mattress sinking when Adar laid behind you and the moment he put his arm around you made you sigh out of relief. It was much warmer in an instant and you reached your hand out to pull the blankets over him as well.

“Do you think your friends are looking for you?” Adar asked suddenly, in a whisper, straight into your ear.

“Surely. But they will not find me. Not so deep in that forest,” you answered quietly. “And in a few years, I shall rejoin them.”

“What will you tell them?”

“The truth,” you confessed and you felt his arm squeezing you a little tighter.

“That you raised an Uruk? They will outcast you for that, Elf,” he pointed out.

“It is not in my nature to lie,” you answered. “And if they do outcast me for such a thing, then I shall be an outcast then,” you shrugged your arms.

“What will you do then? As an outcast? Where will you go?” He asked more questions and you quite enjoyed the fact he had gotten so talkative but at the same time you wondered what had caused it.

“I will go back to the place where I am accepted,” you answered without giving him an answer too obvious and too straightforward.

“Perhaps you could skip the part in the middle,” Adar whispered.

“Perhaps. We will see,” you nodded and leaned back as your muscles relaxed after getting warmer. You could feel his chest rising up and down and his steady breath calmed you down. “What happened to you?” You asked. It was your turn to inquire.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re an Elf like me,” you pointed out.

“I am an Uruk,” he protested.

“How did it happen?” You changed your question. “You don’t have to tell me,” you quickly added. “I am simply wondering.”

“I was tempted by Morgoth’s promises and followed him,” he answered and you felt a shiver go down your spine at the mention of his master’s name. “I paid the price for my own choice, so do not pity me.”

“How do you know I would pity you?” You cracked a smile.

“Because I know you enough, (Y/N),” he brushed your hair with his rough fingers. “I have been observing you. You are made of pure light like you are straight out of Valinor but I no longer have access to such holiness. Even my children are drawn to you. You are a blessing for us. Our miracle.”

“Perhaps it was no coincidence that I am here,” you sighed.

“How so? You grace us with your light but what are you getting out of it?” He wondered out loud.

“I have Glûg,” you answered. “I have a son,” you smiled and caressed the side of the baby’s sleepy face.

“He does not disgust you,” Adar pointed out.

“How could he?” You chuckled softly. “The more time I spend with all of you, the more I wonder how could any of you ever disgust me,” you confessed.

Adar’s fingers froze on your cheek in the middle of brushing your hair and then you felt him turning your head softly so you could face him. You saw his eyes looking deep into yours with a hint of hesitation and lots of gentleness that made your heart clench and quicken its peace.

You knew what he was thinking of but he lacked the courage so you took the matter into your own hands and reached out to join your lips together in a short and sweet kiss.

Suddenly, you felt as if there were fireworks going off deep within you – honey-like warmth spread all over your body and your soul sang the most beautiful tune. When you broke the kiss, you blinked a few times, surprised.

“Have you… Have you felt that, too?” You asked, surprised. Was it possible that he out of all was the one for you?

“I do not have a soul any longer,” Adar confessed with a sad smile.

“You do. You must. Otherwise my soul would not call out for yours; it would not be drawn to the abyss,” you breathed out. “Perhaps you haven’t felt it then,” you cracked a smile and turned your head around because you couldn’t bear to look at him anymore, too embarrassed.

“I have,” he whispered finally and put his hand on your hip to pull you closer. “But I do not wish for that.”

“I thought you wanted me to stay here,” you sniffled your fresh tears back.

“I do but it is a selfish need. You deserve much more than this. Than me,” he explained.

“Let me decide what I deserve and what I do not,” you lowered your hand to squeeze his as your fingers intertwined. “I do not care about anything else but the fact I have waited centuries to find you and I am finally here. Now I am sure. Perhaps I was made for you – born with this flaw of loving the imperfect things, the ugly ones, the unwanted ones. Perhaps the gods have pitied you and created me for you,” you explained.

“I have slain Elves and humans that were so dear to you,” he reminded you but not without a hint of guilt in his deep voice.

“And I have slain your children with my bow and my arrows. I have been slaying them for centuries,” you remarked. “But I will not slay any more. Can you make a similar promise?” You wondered out loud but there was silence on the other side and you sighed.

“I wish I could. But my children need home. They need a place they can call their own. No Elf and no human will accept them as neighbours,” Adar explained.

“I have,” you pointed out.

“You are exceptional.”

“Can we cast these people out and allow them to take their belongings instead of killing them then?” You bit on your lower lip and squeezed Adar’s fingers even tighter.

“We?” He asked, shocked.

“Yes, we,” you nodded.

“Together, we can do anything, my love,” Adar nodded and leaned in to kiss the back of your head. “Anything you want.”

“I want us to have a proper home,” you assured him. “But I do not want the violence and the murder.”

You watched Glûg with a smile on your face as he was running around with his friends and pretending to be at war with them as they all screamed and trained their combat skills. You were leaning on the doorframe of your house and enjoying a cup of tea out of the mint leaves you had gathered earlier this morning.

You cheered for him when he was winning and his eyes sparkled at the sight of you watching. When he was done with playing, he ran up to you happily and you smiled down at him.

“Have you seen me win, mother?” He asked and you nodded as you squeezed his cheek lovingly and he rolled his eyes at the gesture.

He was growing fast and you hated that because the older he was getting, the closer you were to saying goodbye to him forever. But he was still a child and you did not want to think of it now.

“Yes, I have. You are so strong, Glûg,” you complimented him and he grinned at your words. “Go, wash your hands now because dinner's nearly ready for you,” you instructed him and he groaned. “What is it?”

“None of my friends wash their hands before a meal,” he sighed and you chuckled at that.

“But you are my son and you do,” you teased him. “Go, wash them,” you ordered and he lowered his head before obediently walking inside the house to wash his hands in a bowl on the counter.

You turned around to watch him and then you approached the fireplace where the food was being heated up for him inside the cauldron. Glûg sat by the table and you poured a portion of the soup for him inside the bowl before placing it in front of him and he thanked you in the Black Speech before starting to eat eagerly.

The door to the hut opened and Adar walked inside. He smiled gently at the sight of you and Glûg as you approached him to give him a hug and he leaned in to kiss the top of your head.

“How was your day?” You asked him with a gentle smile and he cracked a smile back while caressing your cheek with his rough thumb.

“Every day of mine is excellent since you’re here with me,” he answered and reached into his pocket to hand you a few flowers he had gathered earlier on that day. “I have something for you.”

The years you had spent with the Uruk were enough to learn that picking flowers for their women was not their custom. But despite everything, when it came to courting you, Adar remained faithful to his old and Elven ways. And even though you were his companion for life now and nothing would change that, he courted you every day still.

“Thank you,” you chuckled and took the flowers from him as you approached the mirror to put them in your hair.

Glûg took one last sip of his soup and looked up at you while you were adjusting the flowers between your hair strands.

“You look pretty, mom,” he admitted and you looked at him in the reflection of the mirror with a big grin on your face.

“Thank you, darling.”

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