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honeyfarts666 · 26 days ago

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Only If For a Night

First age Angbang + Galadriel Non-con/mutual non-con smut and aftercare Featuring: bisexual, werewolf Sauron and a forced pregnancy

Chapter 1 New! Chapter 2 or under the cut

Chapter Excerpt:

She woke many hours later to the sound of the door opening. Her eyes snapped open and she instantly sat up. Sauron stood in the door, frowning at her untouched food. He glanced at her as he closed the door. “You need to eat,” he said plainly. He lifted the tray from the floor and carried it to the bed, placing it in front of her. He looked down at her expectantly, as if he wanted to make sure she ate every bite.

“I am not hungry,” she replied.

A corner of his lip turned up in amusement, “And you call me ‘Deceiver.’” He chuckled and tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

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Galadriel was left alone in Sauron’s chambers while he attended to his duties of the day. He hadn’t elaborated on what those “duties” were and Galadriel did not wish to know. He was probably using his rough hands to break one of her companions into submission. The same hands that had held her so gently just a few hours before. She shivered at the memory. Those same hands would return to her, dripping with fresh blood as he placed them over her womb. It was an eerie thought and she did her best to banish it from her mind. There was no use dwelling on it.

There wasn’t anything for her to do besides wait. She certainly couldn’t sleep. Even though her legs and core ached, she wandered about the room, examining everything the spectacularly ornate room had to offer. The walls and ceiling were paneled with oak beams. Rich tapestries hung from the walls and the stone floor was warmed with a bearskin rug. The carved wood door was locked as were all of the windows. She desperately wished for a fresh breeze to fill the room but she supposed the air around Angband would be anything but fresh.

She examined the wardrobe next. Nearly every article of clothing within was black. Black robes, black cloaks, black riding boots. The only exception was a pair of brown, leather work gloves sitting on the top shelf. They were heavily worn and looked like they had seen many years of hard work. She put them back on the shelf just as she had found them.

Last of all, she examined the desk. At first glance, it looked like a complete mess. But Galadriel soon noticed the subtle order to it all. The scrolls, books, bottles, and stones weren’t scattered randomly. They were organized by their purpose. She attempted to examine the scrolls and books but they were all written in Black Speach, completely indecipherable to her. They contained strange symbols that could only be a form of dark magic. The crystals and stones too appeared to serve a magical purpose. But what kind, she didn’t dare guess. She recognized some of the ingredients gathered in the jars and bottles: Chamomile, Nightshade, and Athalas. Some of the bottles were filled with shimmering, metallic liquid. Others were filled with loose soil in varying shades. And there was one that she was certain contained blood. There was a drawer below the desk but that too was locked. Sauron was clearly a careful being.

With nothing better to do, Galadriel sat in front of one of the windows and watched the landscape. The ground was covered in a thin layer of snow turning the whole valley into an oddly picturesque scene. At one point, she saw a battalion of orcs cross the valley and enter the fortress. But other than that, the only movement came from the ravens and vultures circling overhead. It was a desolate landscape. Not a single tree or plant grew anywhere within Galadriel’s sight. It was only rocks and snow as far as her eyes could see.

Around what must have been midday, Galadriel heard the door latch click open. She snapped her attention to the door and watched as an orc woman entered, set a tray of food on the floor, and then left again as quickly as she came. Galadriel rose from her seat on the ground. Her limbs were stiff and her core still hadn’t recovered from the previous night. Sauron’s dressing robe pooled around her as she walked across the room, nearly tripping her several times. When she reached the tray of food, she looked down at it with suspicion. There were several pieces of toast along with a heaping bowl of berries. It didn’t appear to be poisoned. But looking at the food instantly made her stomach churn. She had never been with child, but she had heard stories from other women of the terrible nausea that lingered for months after conception.

She was certain that eating anything was a bad idea. She retreated to the bed. She could have sat at the desk or in the armchair by the unlit fireplace. But she figured she would be more comfortable in the bed, even if it did belong to her greatest enemy. And she knew she should rest. Her body had suffered so much abuse and her nightmare was far from over. She pulled back the covers and slipped into the bed. As soon as she laid her head on the cool pillow she realized her mistake. It smelled like him. The whole bed smelled exactly like him. It was a blend of cedar and smoke that left her feeling warm and safe. How ridiculous! She wasn’t safe at all! But the comfort of the bed was too much and she was quickly pulled into a deep sleep.

“I am not hungry,” she replied.

A corner of his lip turned up in amusement, “And you call me ‘Deceiver.’” He chuckled and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Galadriel swatted his hand away but she wasn’t quick enough. He beat her to it and she only managed to push him away after he had completed his task. He gave her a look of annoyance as she batted him and she glared right back. “What are you hungry for?” he asked seriously. “The kitchens are well stocked. I will have them prepare anything you desire.”

Galadriel refused to stop glaring at him. “What I desire,” she said slowly and coldly, “is for you to stop touching me!”

Without any hesitation, Sauron sat on the bed next to her. She tried to scooch away from him but she was tangled up in the sheets and his long robe. She tried kicking the fabric away but it wasn’t going fast enough for her liking. “You didn’t mind when I touched you this morning,” Sauron said calmly.

Galadriel looked at him again. Her gaze was filled with daggers but his was filled with genuine confusion. She suddenly came to the realization that the being before her was older than the stars or the earth itself. Galadriel was not accustomed to being the least powerful person in the room. The knowledge was unnerving and disconcerting. He was bending his nature to be extremely gentle and patient with her.

Before she could reply, Sauron whispered, “Let me care for you.”

Galadriel felt so pathetic. She couldn’t manage a response so she shook her head.

Sauron laughed softly in amusement, “Stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” He stood and meandered over to the wardrobe where he started undressing. He let his cloak fall to the floor and pulled his tunic over his head. Galadriel quickly averted her eyes. He really didn’t have any shame! He left his trousers on but kicked off his boots. He looked across the room toward the fireplace and snapped his fingers. Instantly, a green flame sparked in the fireplace. Galadriel jumped as she watched the flames ignite from nothing. Galadriel was so caught up in watching the fire, that she didn’t notice Sauron was walking toward her again until he was right next to her, wearing only his trousers. His presence was enough of a persecution without him flaunting his well-formed body. He put his hand on the tray of food and pushed it toward her. “Please eat,” he said gently.

Galadriel looked at the food with cold calculation. If he wanted her to eat, then she would need to get something in return. She lifted her chin and looked him in the eyes, “I will eat,” she pronounced each word carefully and deliberately, “after you tell me what has become of my companions.”

Sauron sighed heavily. He sat down at the foot of the bed, the tray of food being the only barrier between them. It was better than nothing. Galadriel was sure she could kick it and buy herself a few extra seconds to escape him. Not that it would matter. There was nowhere for her to run. But she couldn’t stop herself from thinking tactically.

When Sauron still hadn’t answered her after a long moment, she cleared her throat. He glanced at her and she raised her eyebrow to emphasize her question, “Well?”

Sauron bit the tip of his tongue before he answered, “I recommend not asking questions you don’t want to know the answers to.”

Galadriel straightened her back and announced, “If you do not tell me, I will not eat.”

Sauron set his jaw. He looked annoyed. “If I tell you,” he said slowly, “you must promise not to start fighting me again.”

“I will make no such promise!” Galadriel declared.

Sauron sighed again. “Then we are at an impasse.”

It was Galadriel’s turn to sigh. But hers was one of annoyance and exasperation. “Just tell me!” she fumed.

Sauron stretched his arms and then laid down on his back across the foot of the bed. “And spend the rest of the night fending off your attacks? I’d rather not!” He propped his arms under his head and closed his eyes.

Galadriel seethed at him. But she also felt anxiety building in her heart. “If you will not tell me,” she started slowly, “I must assume the worst. I must assume they are already dead.” As she said her fears out loud, hot tears streamed down her cheeks.

As if sensing her sadness, Sauron opened his eyes and turned to her. He sat up and reached out his hand. It was a gentle gesture but she instantly recoiled. She couldn’t help it. It was him. A light blush colored his cheeks and he retracted his hand. Softly, he said, “Surely, you of all people should know, that there are fates worse than death. Do not make me describe them to you.”

Galadriel sobbed as a tremor of fear and despair shook her to her core. Unlike before, Sauron did not move to comfort her. He just sat and watched while she curled in on herself and wept. What a sad, pathetic thing she must be to him!

Eventually, he stood and walked to the wardrobe. He shucked off his trousers and disappeared into the washroom without a word. Galadriel felt herself relax without his looming presence. She looked at the tray of food. The berries appeared just as delectable as if they hadn’t been sitting out all day. Her stomach was no longer churning. And she knew she had to eat eventually. Slowly, she reached out and plucked a blackberry from the bowl. It seemed solid and real. She turned it in her fingers, leaving little speckles of purple juice on her skin. Even as she brought the berry to her mouth, she half expected it to turn to ash on her tongue. But no such thing happened. Sweetness filled her mouth and she let out a sigh of contentment. It was delicious. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten anything other than maggoty bread. She quickly consumed the whole bowl and licked her fingers clean. Her stomach growled and she looked at the toast. She had no idea when Sauron would come back, but she would rather not be eating when he did. She snatched up a piece and tore into it. It had long gone cold, but she devoured each piece.

Once she was finished, she brushed the crumbs from her fingers and put the tray on the floor. She had no desire to continue her conversation with Sauron, so she tucked herself in and curled up on her side at the edge of the bed. Maybe she could fall asleep before he returned. She had no such luck.

Before she could drift off, the door to the washroom swung open and Sauron entered.

Galadriel kept her eyes shut. He could probably tell that she wasn’t asleep but she had no interest in flattering him with her attention. Besides, if his earlier actions were any judge, he would likely be nude. And he would relish her embarrassment.

She heard him move about the room. He closed each of the curtains with a heavy swish. He shuffled through papers on the desk. She thought she heard him open the wardrobe and take something out. He walked about the room more. Eventually, she heard him snap his fingers and the fire was extinguished. The warm light behind Galadriel’s eyelids was snuffed out and the room was cast into darkness.

Then, he climbed into the bed. Galadriel’s heartbeat quickened and her anxiety swelled. Of course, it was foolish for her to think he would sleep anywhere else. It was his bed, after all! She should not expect Sauron, the abhorred, to be a gentleman. He settled into the bed facing her back. She could practically feel his eyes on her. Without wasting any time, he grabbed her waist and pulled her across the mattress, into his embrace. Galadriel instinctually gasped and tried to squirm away, but he held her firm. “Come now, little elf,” he whispered into her ear, “If you’re going to share my bed, the least you can do is keep me warm.”

Galadriel repressed a shiver. She knew he was being facetious. Her body heat was nothing compared to his. He just wanted an excuse to hold her close. Then, she realized with a horrid amazement, that he was naked. It shouldn’t have shocked her, not after every other instance. But she couldn’t wrap her mind around it. “Can’t you put some clothes on?” she asked, trying to repress the shocked sound in her voice.

Sauron chuckled against her ear. “Why? We are alone in bed.”

“Do you always sleep nude?” Galadriel snapped at him.

“Yes,” he replied, “Don’t you?”

“No!” Galadriel gasped. The nerve of him!

He chuckled again, “Of course! How could I forget? Pure, little elf-maids never show their body to anyone,” As he spoke, his fingers rounded the curve of her hip to squeeze her possessively. Even through the silk fabric, she felt his touch burning into her. “You think it more proper to hide the gifts of Eru than to bask in his glory.”

Galadriel felt her heartbeat pound three times in her chest before she could form an answer, “You speak blasphemy!”

“I speak truth.”

Galadriel couldn’t find the will to form a retort. He was forsaken. He would never see his sins for what they were. From murder, to lust, to blasphemy, he was guilty of it all. He did not speak to her again that night, for which she was grateful. His long, muscular arms still ensnared her, holding her close. She had hoped to never spend another night wrapped in his warmth. But still, she couldn’t resist the comforting thrall of the land of dreams.

She did dream that night. She dreamt of the fireplace in Thingol’s great hall. Long curls of flame and smoke spilled forth and danced around her like old friends. She heard laughter, but somewhere far away. Somewhere she could not reach…

When Galadriel woke, she almost forgot where she was. She lay on her side, facing the windows. The earliest rays of the sun were just starting to illuminate the sky. The air around her was chilly but the bed held her in a warm embrace. As she shrugged off her sleepiness and her mind grew more alert, she realized it was not the bed that embraced her.

Sauron was pressed snuggly against her back. His whole form followed hers. From his chin tucked to the top of her head down to feet grazing the bottom of her toes as he shifted in his sleep. His left arm draped over her waist and his fingers were tucked between her ribs and the mattress. Sauron groaned in his sleep and shifted his hips. And then she felt it; he was hard. His length was stiff and pressing into her ass in a way that was impossible for her to ignore.

Galadriel blushed despite herself. There was no one to witness them. But it was still so embarrassing. So improper! But there was nothing to be done. He had her trapped. If she wriggled free from his arms, he would certainly wake up. And then she would have to deal with him. She couldn’t believe that his body still bloomed with lust for her. She was already bearing his child after all. There was no need for any further coupling. The damage was already done! But it was obvious that he desired her. She had to acknowledge the multiple occasions he had gotten hard pressing against her body. It was another defiance of Eru. Another sin. Another blasphemy for him to force her to participate in.

His sturred again. This time, she felt his body stretch before he shifted his weight. He rolled forward, taking her with him. She had no choice but to follow as he lay half on top of her, one of his legs slotted between her own. Now she truly was trapped. He pinned her with his weight so she could barely move at all. His hips shifted again and then again. He slowly rutted against her and let out a gentle sigh. He was awake, or he was starting to wake. She was sure of it! But did he know that she was awake too?

He pulled free the hand that was still tucked beneath her and skimmed his fingers down her side until he reached her hip. He shifted again, rocking his hips against her rear. He groaned into her ear just as he had in the dungeon. Galadriel’s body shivered and she let out a small, breathy gasp. Well, he certainly knew she was awake now. There was no point in hiding it. Before she could open her eyes, he placed a wet kiss on her neck and whispered, “Good morning.”

Galadriel found herself stammering back, “Good morning,” as her eyes opened to the golden light of morning. It was a ridiculous thing to say in such circumstances; she should be shouting at him to get off of her. But she was caught off guard by how good it felt to be under him. His weight pressing down on her was reassuring. His mouth ran kisses up and down her neck and shoulder, making her feel lost in a haze of need. As much as she felt her body pulling her deeper, she resisted. She was shocked at his impropriety! With a great deal of effort, she covered her neck with her hand. Fortunately, Sauron stopped kissing her immediately. She turned her head toward him but still couldn’t see his face. “Please,” she whispered, “You don’t mean to…”

He allowed the silence to settle around them for a long moment before he murmured encouragingly, “Go on.”

Galadriel gulped. She could practically hear him smirking. Of course, he was going to make her say it! He seemed to delight in watching her say crude words that made her blush. She steeled herself and continued, “You don’t mean to take me when I am already… with child?”

“Why not?” he asked curiously.

Galadriel was shocked again, “It will hurt the babe!”

He chuckled low and sweet in her ear, “You are not as delicate as you think you are.” And with that, his tongue darted out and licked the shell of her ear. Galadriel gasped out loud and squirmed under him. His hips eagerly rutted against her, enjoying the friction of their bodies. She felt him slowly pull the robe up her legs, revealing more of her bare flesh to his touch.

Galadriel didn’t know what to do. She could attempt to resist him. She could thrash and fight and make this difficult for him. But he would always be able to overpower her. He seemed to relish her reluctance and her embarrassment. What about her resistance? She recalled their struggle in the bath the day before. He had become aroused feeling her weaker body fight against him. She had no idea if he would take more joy in raping her or in coercing her into being a willing participant. She did not want to be raped again. She did not want to struggle in vain against a much more powerful being. It would be humiliating. And she remembered her earlier promise to herself. Be patient. Be pliable. Until the time is right.

Though her very Feä resisted, she forced herself not to fight him. She would let him use her as he wished. It was nothing that he hadn’t already done to her. She allowed him to spread her legs and press his cock to her entrance. But when he tried to push in, a horrible pain bloomed in her core, far worse than anything she had felt before. She gasped in shock and jolted away from him. To her shock, Sauron instantly pulled back and ran a soothing hand down her spine. “Are you alright?” he asked.

Galadriel thought she detected a hint of concern in his voice. It gave her enough courage to shake her head and say, “It hurts.”

Sauron’s weight lifted off of her. His hand lowered to her waist and he pulled her so she turned onto her back. He hovered over her, gazing down with all the worry of a concerned lover. He had no right! He brushed his fingers through her hair and then down her cheek. She was tempted to pull away. Or hit him. Be patient. Be pliable. So softly, he told her, “I am sorry. I should have realized you wouldn’t be fully recovered.”

Before she could react, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. It was short and chaste. But it instantly lit a fire within her. By Eru! She could not understand him! Just when she was certain he was all beast, he treated her with more tenderness than she could fathom. When he pulled his lips away from hers, instead of pulling away completely, he descended on her neck and lavished kisses up and down her throat. Galadriel lost herself in the sweet bliss of his attention. He alternated between sucking her skin and scraping it gently with his teeth. Galadriel arched into him. She tilted her head so he could have better access to her. If she didn’t think about it, she could almost forget who he was. His hands worked the robe open and soon enough, she was exposed to him. The cool morning air encircled her, sending goosebumps down her flesh and making her rosy nipples harden.

One of Sauron’s hands entwined with hers. He pulled her hand down, between his legs until he wrapped her fingers around his cock. Galadriel gasped at the feeling of his length in her hand. The skin was velvety soft which contrasted sharply with how stiff he was. He groaned against her neck as his hand moved hers down to his base and then up again. His tip was leaking and that made her breath grow ragged. He encouraged her to gather the moisture on her fingers and spread it down his shaft, easing the friction. His hand guided her for a few strokes. But, soon enough, his hand left hers and returned to her hip where he could hold her steady.

Without his hand to guide her, she felt nervous. She had lain with Celeborn many times but she had never touched his cock with her hand. She had never thought to give him pleasure in such a way. What if I pull too hard or do something he doesn’t like? But those worries were forgotten as his wet kisses traveled from her throat to her chest. Sauron ducked his head down and latched his mouth onto one of her nipples. He lavished his tongue against the delicate bud like his life depended on it. Galadriel arched off the bed. She was unprepared for the jolt of ecstasy that coursed through her. She was so lost in the rapturous pleasure she forgot to stroke his cock. Until he started rutting into her hand, reminding her of her task. Somehow, she found the presence of mind to stroke him and please him in return, despite how distracting his mouth was. She picked up the pace, gliding her hand over him until she reached the tip and then sinking back down to his base. When Sauron moved to her other breast and grazed her nipple with his teeth, he nearly caused her to repeat the whole thing.

As he sucked the flesh of her breast hard enough to leave a bruise, his hand slipped between her legs. His clever fingers quickly found her bud. And, much to Galadriel’s shame, his fingers dipped lower into the wetness that pooled at her entrance. She worried that he would force his fingers inside her tender core. But he did no such thing. He only gathered her slick on his fingers and returned to her bud to tease her to his heart’s content.

Galadriel felt her pleasure building as his cock throbbed in her hand. He pinched her bud between his thumb and forefinger and Galadriel let out a sound she didn’t know she was capable of making. It was somewhere between a whine and a scream. With that, his mouth left her breast. He watched her intently as he pinched her clit again and then again. Galadriel could barely think for the pleasure coursing through her whole body. The hand that wasn’t around his cock flew to his hand on her bud and she pushed it down, putting pressure exactly where she needed it. She gasped at the sensation and then gasped again when she saw the expression on Sauron’s face. He looked upon her with nothing but wondrous awe and burning desire. His jaw hung open and his breath was ragged. He didn’t blink as he watched her. Galadriel found it impossible to look away from him. His hunger frightened her. But still, she could not turn away nor even close her eyes. “Come for me, little elf,” he said as he pinched her bud one last time.

Galadriel couldn’t help it. With a mewling cry, she came. She clenched hard around nothing and felt a wave of slick drip from her folds. She twitched and whined as he continued to tease her through the aftershocks. As he watched her, his mouth slipped into a gentle o shape and he groaned deeply. He looked… peaceful. Galadriel had nearly forgotten that her hand was around his cock until she felt it twitch and spasm in her hand. Then, she felt something warm and wet land on her stomach. She gasped softly and looked down to see another spray of his seed land on her. This time, on the lower swell of her breasts. He painted her flesh with his spend once more and then his thrusts ceased. He sighed and let his head loll back. Galadriel released her grip around his softening cock and glanced back at him. He was still staring at her.

For a moment, all either of them could do was catch their breath. Sauron panted heavily and Galadriel was no different. Still, she couldn’t find it in herself to look away from him. As much as she wanted to deny it, he was magnificent to look upon. Even in this lowly form, he was undeniably handsome. And then, his lips turned up into a gleaming, satisfied smirk. “What a good, little elf,” he said in a low voice, “Coming as soon as I tell you to.”

Galadriel felt her face flush to a crimson red and she finally found the strength to look away from him. He just had to make this more embarrassing than it already was!

Sauron wouldn’t allow her to ignore him. His fingers were still over her swollen clit and he rubbed them in a slow circle over her, delighting in the wet sounds it made. Galadriel repressed a moan and squeezed her legs together. But she only succeeded in trapping his fingers over her core. “So needy,” he murmured with a light laugh.

“I am not,” she protested weakly.

Sauron hummed and swished his fingers through her wet folds again. He pulled his hand away and held it up where she could see. His fingers glistened with her slick, dribbling off his fingers in long, gooey drops. The evidence of what he had done to her was mesmerizing. He brought his fingers closer to her face and said, “Open.”

Galadriel’s face twisted with disgust. “You don’t mean…”

He cocked his head with an amused smile and said, “Mean what?”

Galadriel felt her face grow even more red but she refused to let him get the better of her. “For me to put that in my mouth?”

He smiled, “Don’t you want to?”

“No!”

He laughed roariously. Galadriel was about to protest further when he took his fingers and put them in his own mouth. Galadriel stopped in her tracks and watched as he sucked his fingers clean and then popped them out of his mouth. He hummed and said, “You taste even better than I dreamed.”

Galadriel could do nothing but gape at him. What he had just done was filthy and unclean! It should repulse her. But another wave of desire rolled through her core. Still smirking, he leaned down and ran his tongue over the curve of her breast. Galadriel couldn’t deny how good it made her feel. She looked down to watch him and was shocked to realize he was licking up his own seed. Galadriel quickly looked away. It was too much! He was too much! How could he commit such vile acts with a smile and a hum of pleasure? And why didn’t she feel the urge to push him away?

There was one drop of his spend on her nipple which he saved for last. He licked it up and then gently pinched her nipple between his teeth. Galadriel instantly stiffened in a fear response. But instead of pain, she felt his tongue teasing the pinched bud. She had to stifle a moan. Sauron released his jaw and sucked the nipple with abandon. Lavishing her with all the pleasure his mouth could give. She couldn’t hold back the moan anymore. She let out a sound that was truly whorish. Her voice quivered and broke as her body trembled in her enemy’s arms.

Sauron released her nipple with a pop of his lips. He raised his head and looked down at her. He looked so proud of himself. His eyes gleamed with a deep satisfaction. “You’re so sensitive,” he smirked. His fingers gently brushed against the other nipple and, only for a moment, Galadriel’s eyes rolled back, lost in the pleasure he gave her. Her eyes stayed closed as she felt his touch turn into a demanding pinch. She fought the demeaning, little noises that threatened to spill from her. Her jaw hung open as desperate, ragged breaths were all that steadied her.

And then, it was over. Sauron’s touch left her body. Her eyes flew open and she saw him smirking down at her. “Have I pleased you this morning, my lady?”

Galadriel’s chest still heaved with each breath. She let her head fall back into the pillows as she muttered, “I am not your lady.”

“Are you not?” he asked with another flash of amusement.

“Never,” she said with her eyes closed, reliving the delicious torment he had forced upon her. But it was not force, a little voice in the back of her mind told her. No, what had happened between them could not be called force.

Without another word, Sauron stood and crossed the room. He opened the wardrobe and pulled out one of the dozens of black tunics. Galadriel watched him as he dressed. His long fingers quickly fastened each button and he was soon clothed in the regalia befitting a commander of Morgoth. Last of all, he threw a long cape over his shoulders. It was also black but was fastened with a gold clasp at his neck. “I will return to you as soon as I am able,” he said over his shoulder and walked toward the door.

Galadriel felt an immense displeasure rise in her: annoyance. “So, I am to do nothing but sit in bed all day?”

Sauron stopped in his tracks and turned to her with a curious expression. “You can do whatever you like as long as it is in this room.”

Galadriel scoffed, “There is nothing in here!”

Sauron looked about the room slowly taking it all in. It was mostly empty and clearly prepared for only one person to live there, not two. He nodded and said, “I will fetch some amusements for you.” And with that, he turned on his heel and left, locking the door behind him with a soft click.

And Galadriel was left alone again. She sighed and fell back into the pillows. She could not wrap her mind around him. And it wasn’t just because he was a higher being. She had met many Maia in Valenor. She knew their customs and none were strange enough to explain him. He seemed to be two different people. The first, a devoted servant of darkness, eager to please his lord with violence and sadism. The other, a creature of genuine sympathy, eager to care for her and pleasure her. How long could those two beings coexist within one Feä? How long before one of them won?

As the morning wore on, Galadriel knew she couldn’t keep lounging in bed. When she moved to stand, she felt her slick still coating her thighs and she quivered. If this was to be her living quarters too, then she might as well make use of all the facilities at her disposal. She drew herself a bath and spent the rest of the morning scrubbing her skin and untangling her hair. As she washed her body, her hands came to rest over her womb. In the still, silence of the room, she was able to concentrate. Just barely, she felt the whisper of a growing Feä within her. She gasped as her Feä brushed against this young, fragile one. It was barely there but it would grow.

Galadriel had never thought much of motherhood. She and Celeborn had talked of having children once. But that was before the war with Morgoth had consumed their lives. She had desired to wait until the world was right again. Until the darkness had been snuffed out. Then she could think of children. Then it would be safe to raise a family. But that day would never come. It had already been chosen for her.

She wondered what the babe would look like. Straight, silver-blonde hair and gleaming, green eyes. Or soft, brown curls and eyes of pale blue. If it was a boy, perhaps he would look exactly like his father, taking after him in every way. And if it was a girl, she would look exactly like her own mother, Eärwen. The thought of her mother brought tears to her eyes. She wished, more than anything, to be held in her embrace again. Galadriel never had the chance to ask her about birth or child-rearing. The regret weighed on her like lead on a sinking ship.

After her bath, she still had only the robe to wear. It wasn’t filthy. But she knew she couldn’t keep wearing it forever. She opened Sauron’s wardrobe and perused his clothes. Everything was too big for her. She tried on what looked like a small tunic but quickly realized it was even less practical than the robe. She sluffed it off with a huff. The dressing robe really was the best option. Just as she decided to give up, she heard footsteps outside the door. Galadriel quickly shut the wardrobe and pulled the robe tight across her chest.

Sauron threw both doors open wide. He only spared one second to smirk at her before he stepped aside and a long procession of orcs entered the room, two by two. Each pair carried a piece of furniture. There was a writing desk, an armchair, a loom, a tall bookcase, and another wardrobe. All were ushered into the room in the blink of an eye. The orcs made quick work of placing each item and then left as soon as they came in. Those orcs were replaced by more who carried all sorts of items: yarn and sewing materials, stacks of parchment and bottles of ink, a small lemon tree in a pot, a harp, a lute, a chessboard, and crates full of books. It took five orcs to carry all the books and they began to stack them on the shelves. Galadriel couldn’t help feeling her heart leap in excitement at the sight of them.

Next, several orc-women carried in armfuls of clothes and hung them in the new wardrobe. These were casual clothes with a simple design but made with fine fabrics and excellent stitching. She saw gloves and stockings. She took note of the shoes, all silk slippers. None were fit for walking (or running) outside. She supposed it was too much to hope Sauron would give her the means of her escape so easily. Then, more orc-women carried in three of of the most beautiful gowns she had ever seen. The first had a skirt of red velvet and a bodice that gleamed like real gold. The second was a gown of sheer, blue silk with a plunging neckline. The third, Galadriel wasn’t sure if it qualified as a dress for there appeared to be no fabric in the garment. It was entirely made of glittering gems that sparkled like pure starlight. They were exquisite. But Galadriel caught herself staring at the third with her jaw hanging open. She quickly snapped it shut and glanced at Sauron. He was gazing back at her, looking immensely pleased with himself.

Everything was in its place in less than a minute. As each orc finished their task, they immediately walked out with their heads respectfully bowed. The room looked completely different. It looked almost like a home. She tentatively walked toward the bookshelf and ran her hand down the cracked spines. They were all elvish texts. Some were titles she recognized. She wondered how he could procure all of this so quickly. It must have been sitting around Angband. She wondered, horridly, if all of her new possessions had once belonged to elves murdered long ago. The clothes too. Where had they come from? As her mind wandered through terrors unknown, Galadriel turned and saw it. Her jaw fell open and she nearly gasped out loud in disgust and dismay. In the far corner of the room sat a gilded birdcage. Inside, a single starling sat staring pathetically out the window. It must have been brought in when she was looking at the gowns. Galadriel pulled the robe around her tighter and shot Sauron a glare. Did he think he was being funny?

Sauron seemed not understand the source of her displeasure. “If the clothes are not to your liking, I will send for more,” he said earnestly.

Galadriel got the impression that what he really wanted her to like was him. And for a brief moment, she felt powerful. She held his ego in her hand. She was tempted to say something spiteful just to crush it. She wanted to sneer at him and spit venom. But she knew that was a terrible idea. Be patient. Be pliant. No matter her feelings toward him, he would be her only companion for the coming months. It would be better for her if she didn’t antagonize him. And he was… trying. She looked at him and saw a flickering gleam of hope in his eye. He wanted her to be comfortable at the very least. And maybe, just maybe, there was more to it. It was a foolish hope but one that her sanity depended on.

With all the poise and calmness she could muster, she asked, “What is that?” and gestured to the cage.

Sauron’s eyes glanced at it and then back to her. He cocked his head and said, “A bird,” in a slow drawl.

Galadriel had to stop herself from scoffing. Was he really so unaware? She could scarcely believe a being as ancient and knowing as him would ever overlook such a detail. It was a sharp thorn in an otherwise rosy bouquet.

After another long moment, Sauron said, “If you don’t like it, I will have them take it. Forgive me. I had head elves enjoyed the company of animals.”

Galadriel looked back to the starling. It looked miserable, squatting on the only perch available, gazing at an outside world it would never know. She turned to Sauron and asked, “What will you do with it if I don’t want it?”

Sauron shrugged and said, “What does it matter?”

Galadriel shook her head and cleared her throat. “I’m sure the dresses will be fine,” she said, changing the subject, “After all, it’s not as though anyone but you will see me.”

Sauron furrowed his brow, unpleased. Even so, he didn't resist her change in subject and replied, “Don’t be so sure of that.”

Galadriel quirked her brow, “Why?”

Sauron took a breath and told her, “Melkor has asked us to dine with him this evening.”

Galadriel swallowed a lump in her throat. Of course! She should have suspected Morgoth wouldn’t be content to leave her with his greatest servant. No, he had to torture her himself.

“Is something the matter?” Sauron asked her, taking a slow step toward her.

Galadriel forced a half-smile, her decorum ripping at the seams. “No,” she replied, “I am just surprised to hear you call him anything other than ‘Master.’”

Sauron huffed and turned his face away from her. She could see it rilled him up even if he was trying not to show it. Maybe she didn’t have to be perfectly pliant all the time.

After a long moment, Sauron finally replied, “In time, he will expect you to call him Master as well.”

Galadriel set her jaw, “I will never!”

“Not yet, you won’t,” Sauron took a step toward her and then another. “He will expect you to resist for a time. But, eventually, he will win your submission.”

Galadriel did not answer him. She only stared back at him defiantly.

Changing his tone, he said, “Wear the red dress tonight. And nothing underneath.”

Galadriel gaped for a moment before she asked, “I thought you said we were attending dinner?”

Sauron smirked, “We are. But dinners with Melkor… they always end the same way.”

A shiver ran through Galadriel’s body. She dared not imagine what fate would befall her that night.

Sauron straightened his back and told her, “If there is anything you desire, anything at all, you need only ask.”

Galadriel nodded to him and he turned to leave her again. She again looked to the bird and without thinking she said, “There is one thing.”

Sauron stopped in his tracks and gazed at her expectantly. Slowly, Galadriel walked to him and took one of his hands into her own. A soft gasp escaped his lips but he quickly reigned himself in. Nevertheless, he beheld her with awe and love. “What is it?” he asked softly.

“Set the bird free,” she whispered.

Sauron’s brow furrowed. He clearly wasn’t expecting that request. Before he could answer with some promise to do it later, Galadriel cut him off and continued, “Please, open the window and set it free, right now.”

Something shifted in his expression. The amused confusion was gone and it was replaced with a steady certainty. He nodded and crossed the room to the cage. Galadriel watched intently as he snatched the bird into his hand and held it firmly but gently. He had only to wave his other hand and the window before him opened. A gust of wind reeled through the room, rustling the curtains and her long, loose hair. Sauron held the bird to the open window and released his grip. Instantly, the starling took off and flew toward the southern mountain range. Galadriel’s heart gave a cry of relief and a soft laugh passed her lips as she watched the beautiful creature fly away.

When she looked at him again, Sauron was looking at her like the sun and moon were revolving around her. He acted like a man obsessed though they had only known each other a few hours. With one hand, he closed the window and then crossed the empty space between them. As he reached her, he ran his hand down her cheek and tangled his fingers around one of her curls. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Have I passed your test?”

When she didn’t reply, he pulled away enough to see her eyes. She nodded and replied, “For now.”

The devilish smile returned to his face. He truly was handsome, especially when he smiled. Not for the last time, she wondered what he had looked like in Valenor, before his fall. Would their child take after that version of him?

He leaned down and kissed her, short and sweet. He broke the kiss with a gentle hum and said, “I will return this evening to fetch you for dinner.”

Galadriel nodded and he walked to the door, leaving her again. Galadriel glanced around the room. She certainly had plenty to entertain herself with now. And she couldn’t help but feel she had come out of that interaction on higher ground than she entered on. He did want to please her and he was willing to go against his nature to do so. Her eyes fell on the fireplace. No flames burned there. But now, instead of one chair sitting before the fire, there were two.

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