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[truevedicastrology]

What Makes You Irresistible? 🌟

Ever wondered why people are drawn to you? Your Venus sign might hold the key! Here's what makes each Venus sign utterly captivating

♈ Aries Venus:

Your bold, fearless attitude 🔥

Being unapologetically yourself 💁‍♀️

Strength that turns heads 💪

"I'll try anything once" spirit 🚀

Refreshing straightforwardness 🗣️

Confidence that lights up a room ✨

Daring, experimental style 👗

Knowing exactly what you want 🎯

Carefree, infectious energy 🌈

♉ Taurus Venus:

Graceful, dancer-like movements 💃

Rock-solid reliability 🏔️

Fierce independence 🦁

Admirable work ethic 💼

Unwavering loyalty 🤝

Nurturing nature 🌱

Strong morals and values ⚖️

Sensual presence 🌹

Appreciation for life's pleasures 🍷

♊ Gemini Venus:

Quick wit and sharp intellect 🧠

Insatiable curiosity about everything 🔍

Laid-back, worry-free vibe 😎

Childlike sense of wonder 🌟

Humor that keeps everyone laughing 😂

Open-mindedness to new ideas 🌈

Eyes that sparkle when passionate 👀✨

Gift for teaching and active listening 🎓

Adaptability in any situation 🦎

♋ Cancer Venus:

Soft, nurturing presence 🤗

Deeply emotional nature 💖

Leading with your heart in all things ❤️

Touching vulnerability 🕊️

Fierce protection of loved ones 🛡️

Heart of pure gold 🌟

Genuine care for others' well-being 🤲

Unconditional love that knows no bounds 💞

♌ Leo Venus:

Show-stopping style and confidence 👑

Boundless creativity 🎨

Knowing your worth and owning it 💯

Passionate expression of love ❤️‍🔥

Loyalty that never wavers 🦁

Effortless authenticity 🌟

Ability to make others feel special ✨

Thoughtfulness in grand gestures 🎁

♍ Virgo Venus:

Selfless desire to help others 🤲

Intellectually stimulating conversations 🧠

Confidence in your knowledge 📚

Well-ordered priorities and life 📅

Generous spirit 🎁

Mature outlook on life and love 🧘

Effortlessly polished appearance 💅

Attention to detail in all you do 🔍

♎ Libra Venus:

Sweet and kind demeanor 🍯

Natural, effortless beauty ✨

Curated, aesthetic social media presence 📱

Hopeless romantic nature 💘

Self-love and self-care prioritization 🧘‍♀️

Go-to friend for relationship advice 💌

Childlike joy and wonder 🎈

Creative flair in all aspects of life 🎨

♏ Scorpio Venus:

Deep trustworthiness and devotion 🔒

Ability to discuss life's depths and shadows 🕯️

Authentic to the core 💯

Intriguing air of mystery 🕵️‍♀️

Unbreakable loyalty 🤝

Safe haven for others' secrets 🤫

Magnetic, almost hypnotic presence 🔮

Smoldering sensuality 🌹

♐ Sagittarius Venus:

Always up for the next adventure 🌍

Contagious humor and generosity 😂🎁

Life of every party 🎉

Laid-back approach to life 😎

Refreshing honesty and directness 🗣️

Surrounded by loving friends 👥❤️

Enthusiasm for trying new things 🆕

Optimistic outlook that inspires others 🌞

♑ Capricorn Venus:

Ambition that commands respect 🏆

Success-oriented mindset 📈

Polished, put-together image 💼

Mature beyond your years 🧓

Impeccable taste in all things 👌

Fierce independence 🦅

Clear, achievable goals 🎯

Self-investment and growth mindset 🌱

Deep sense of responsibility 📝

♒ Aquarius Venus:

Judgment-free zone 🚫👨‍⚖️

Fascinating intellect and chill attitude 🧠😎

Life of the party energy 🎉

Ability to converse on any topic 💬

Authentic to your core 💯

Embracing and celebrating uniqueness 🦄

Innovative perspective on life 🔭

Impressive, often unexpected talents 🎭

♓ Pisces Venus:

Boundless compassion for all 🤗

Deep love for animals and nature 🐾🌿

Ethereal, otherworldly beauty ✨

Kindness that touches hearts ❤️

Head always in the clouds, dreaming big ☁️

Hopeless romantic soul 💘

Craving for soulmate-level connections 🔗

Safe harbor for others 🏡

Wearing your heart on your sleeve 💖

Innocent spirit in a complex world 🕊️

[purpleepstick]

Y/N

Bring it on 🔥🔥

Charles leclerc

You don't need it but either way good luck for the new season my love 😘❤️ let's fight for the glory together 🔥💪

Pierre gasly

stop hitting me with volley balls you bully 👿

Y/N

Never in a million years gasly 😝😝

User1

I love Pierre's and Y/N's friendship fr 🤣🤣🤣

User2

I hope you get injured whore!

Ferrari

Good luck on the new season our queen 👑

Lando Norris

Is there anything you didn't win 🤔

Y/N

Nope. Won it all on and off the court 😜💁🏻‍♀️

F1GOSSIP

Charles leclerc and brother Arthur leclerc has seen getting in the stadium where the European championship of volleyball final will be played to support girlfriend Y/N and her Team.

User1 Supportive wag Charles 🤣🤣

User2 oh, but the teams Charles root for normally lose...

User3 god not her being a distraction for his career and now this🤦

User4 I'm sure Y/N will nail the game today as always 💪

SupportF1Wags

This was Y/N's reaction when she saw Charles on the big screen 🤭🐥

User5

Okey.... Well she's cute

Hater

She smiles because she knows Charles is going to gather a lot attention for her Pr

Hater

Why do I start to like her?

User

How can you look so beautiful like that after running and jumping around for 2 hours!?!?

WAGSF1

This was Leclerc's reaction to Y/N hurting her ankle for a minute in the game. Gasly seemed anxious also but Y/N got up and told everyone she is okey. Now she's still in the game.

User6 that was a scary fall, glad she is okay

User7 he looks so worried 😫😩

User8 even Pierre was scared. It shows how much they value her, so sweet 🥹🥹🥹

User9 god it's such an intense game both teams are so good and Y/N is doing an excellent job 💯

And the match is finished! Y/N is now an European champion 🏆🥇 congrats 🎉 Charles, Pierre and Kika was jumping from the joy that almost Charles fell down 🤣

User Y/N girlieee jumped for 3 hours and looked absolutely fucking amazing at the end

User just wow.

User she became the MVP of the tournament!!!!

User glad she and her team has achieved this gold medal. They have been working their 🍑 off.

User she has become a champion before Charles 🤣🤣

Y/N and Charles from the celebrations of the championship

User they look sooooo good together 👌

User mamma Mia 😍😍😍

User IL predestinato and the Wall

User sports couple serving like usual

[sugasiren]

☆ASTRO FACTS☆ ♈️

The Aries Woman & Her Real Power ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Pt 1

**FYI - this blog contains mature content.

Time to clear up some misconceptions! And confirm some truths. So pull up your seat, grab a snack & prepare for TOTAL fucking honesty. 💯 While this post is primarily about Aries Suns, much of it can also be applied to other Aries placements in general. So take whatever resonates.

♈️ Aries Women are usually into more dominant, masculine types. They adore men who are stronger & smarter than them whom they can learn from. 👍While Aries Women are indeed fully capable of taking care of themselves, they love knowing that they can lean on and trust the man that they love if needed. They prefer reliable partners with backbone. They have NO respect for passive males, as they will DESTROY a weaker man's soul. 🔥 Eat him alive just like the large plant in the 'Little Shop of Horrors' movie. 🤣 It truly ain't pretty!

♈️ Contrary to popular LIES... many Aries Women are VERY feminine. They aren't doormats though! Nor the girl-next-door type. Ram Women typically embody the "Hot Girl" or the "Femme Fatale" brand of Femininity. ❤️‍🔥 She's often the Leader of the pack whom other women model themselves after & want to be like. Jayne Mansfield, Diana Ross & Mariah Carey - Aries Sun 🌞; Sade, Janet Jackson, Pam Anderson - Aries Moon 🌙; Marilyn Monroe & Liz Taylor - Aries Venus ⚘️. Are any of these women Tomboys?? FUCK NO! They are womanly, spicy & passionate beings. Learn the damn difference.

I sometimes find that Taurus, Cancer & Virgo Women can push the "masculine" stereotype onto Aries Women the most because they wish to be more like them in certain ways. 💯 For instance, most Aries Women aren't taking care of ANY man. But I've seen Taurus paying for men, Cancer mothering men & Virgo trying to train men into being obedient dogs! Add to that, Scorpio Women are often control freaks who insist on leading. Sag & Aquarius Women are rebels who often try to compete with & emasculate any man that they encounter. So who's actually lacking in Femininity here?? Not Aries, from what I see. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Lots of projection going on.

♈️ Aries Women are indeed outspoken. They are typically confident & in possession of strong boundaries. They are open & honest communicators who aren't afraid to ask for what they want. Most Men LOVE this about them and wish more women were like this! 🩷 Alternatively, deep inside of every Ram Woman is a sweet, adventurous little girl with a heart of GOLD who yearns to feel safe. ❤️‍🔥 A maiden wanting her protector! They're an astonishing blend of pure innocence like the Spring Goddess Persephone + the wit & warrior spirit of Goddess Athena. 🙌 There are sooo many interesting layers to the Aries Woman!! It's insanely fascinating. They are deeply selective with who they disclose all of this to, though. So they can be misunderstood at times.

♈️ Aries Women are Masters of keeping men ON THEIR TOES in a healthy way. They like men and men adore them. 👌 They highly value autonomy, so they extend that to their partners and give them breathing room. They inspire men to be better, more powerful versions of themselves. They do have tempers!! But they don't hold grudges and their sex more than makes up for the trouble. 😺 They are playful and NEVER boring! How TF do you think we keep attracting the best of the best?? Not by being a Basic Bitch, my friends. 🤣

♈️ According to Marriage Statistics: Aries Women have the longest-lasting marriages with Leo Men, Sagittarius Men, Aquarius Men & Aries Men. ⚘️⚘️ After that, we also have solid odds with Capricorn & Taurus Men. We most often divorce Virgo, Gemini & Libra Men which makes TOTAL sense to me. Not surprised! Aries Women do not enjoy flaky and/or nitpicky partners.

♈️ Aries Women are just as sensitive & intuitive as Cancers in certain ways - we just follow our GUT instincts more than the emotions of our heart. 🔥 We're rarely wrong about someone's character. We bully the bullies! And *if* we care about you, we have your back until the very end. But if you betray us?? You will go from feeling like the most special person in the world... to the most worthless piece of gum scraping off the bottom of our shoe as we walk away from you FOREVER. 🙌 Do not play with us!! Don't play yourself by losing the best prize you'll ever have.

That's all for now, darlings. Happy Aries Season!! ♈️ And thanks so very much for all of the new follows, shares & support!

[the-lonelyshepherd]

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[fallout-fallen-knight]

If, for whatever reason, you see someone talking about the thematic importance of being unable to take more than one gold bar from the Sierra Madre vault, and you feel the need to go “yeah but I eventually was able to figure out how to take them 🤣👌💯💯” then not only are you annoying but you are banned from video game for life

[zimithrus]

Hey there! 💖 Can I ask you 2, 9, 11, 14 and 19 for the T&B game? 😊

You most certain can! 💚💚

2 Top Three Favorite Characters And Why?

Kotetsu, Barnaby, and Pao-Lin! Kotetsu because big lovable dork with a heart of gold, Barnaby because of all of his dynamic character growth, and Pao-Lin because I love her design and the fact she gets to be the tomboy that only becomes more boyish as the seasons go on! (And that they didn't foist the BS trope of 'tomboy character embraces femininity as a sign of maturity' on her)

9 Favorite Buddy Duo

Not counting the obvious (Kotetsu&Barnaby) it's FireSky for me! I loved the episode in S2 where Nathan doubts their partnership with Keith because he's too perfect, and then Keith is like 'sometimes I eat pizza for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner!!' 💜❤

11 Any Characters That Would Have Been Good Friends If Given The Chance?

If S2 didn't do what they did to Yuri/Lunatic, then I'd say Kotetsu and Yuri would have made good friends. I mean look at the change after Kotetsu talked with him about Mr. Legend, even after hearing the truth straight from Yuri? Yuri was actually able to stop being haunted by the shadow of his former father. I would have loved to see more development with them 💚

14 Favorite Hero Suit/General Character Design?

I just gotta say I love all of the designs in this show. Everyone gets to look so unique and different from one another, and they all have characteristics, traits and qualities that I love! From our heroes to the villains that challenge them - everyone is designed with so much care and passion. No one looks the same and it's amazing 💯

19 Headcanons You Would Like To Share?

One I have is that Barnaby 100% sleeps with that pink bunny plush they all got him for his birthday, especially if he's having a bad/rough night 👌

Thank you so much for the ask!! 💚💚

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[emersonfreepress]

Okay while we're noticing and pointing out efforts - has anyone ever complimented you on how organised and comprehensive the tagging on this blog is?? It's a damn shame if not! I love it so much, I read your masterpost and coo it's so nice 👌best I've seen from a IF blog 💯 gold star 4 u ⭐️

ah-!

I try, I really do!! Part of that is just old school Tumblr habits I first used this site back in 09 😅 But yeah, the search function is trash and I have to allow people (and myself!) to find things somehow. Especially since I've answered so many asks! What's the point in answering so much, especially about characters, if no one can find it again?

[needleandstory]

🎵for a battle theme song

🏰 for a location or dungeon theme and setting

👊 for a description on a special move

💬 for a opening dialogue before fight

👌 for an key item left from them after losing

☠ for a game over if they win the fight

💯 to know if they would be a easy or a hard boss

👏 for a subordinate or mini-boss they might have

for xander

🏰 for a location or dungeon theme and setting

Your footsteps echo across the empty stadium as you descend the stairs. All the signs and posters said it would be here tonight. They guided you here, smattered across walls and telephone poles; they said it would be unforgettable.

But the stadium is dark. You've reached the orchestra, and you turn around as you walk, gazing at the empty seats. You can almost imagine it: a sea of people, a chorus of cheers.

The spotlight snaps on on the stage behind you.

💬 for a opening dialogue before fight

Xander stands in the light, golden eyes ablaze and grin wide. Honeybee's in his hands, crimson body glittering violet and gold, and his fingers rest on the strings.

"Welcome to the show."

🎵for a battle theme song

now you feel like number one

👏 for a subordinate or mini-boss they might have

HONEYBEE: A battle against Xander is a dual battle, as he's assisted by the angelic companion in his guitar. When played, Honeybee's song can inflict a charm or disorienting status effect, and when used as a melee weapon, Honeybee can reach into its opponent in the moment of contact and shred them from the inside out, doing major damage. Any magic Xander uses is sourced from Honeybee, and it buffs all of Xander's physical abilities.

👊 for a description on a special move

A REAL AXE: Xander switches Honeybee from song stance to weapon stance (or vice versa) in a large, wide swing that shoots out a thrumming shockwave in the area in front of him.

HEART OF A KNIGHT: Xander sees someone or something he cares about in danger. He gains a large buff to HP and a moderate buff to all physical abilities, but he takes all attacks directed at the Protected.

💯 to know if they would be a easy or a hard boss

So long as Xander and Honeybee are together, Xander's an extremely difficult boss. He can tank a lot of damage; he can hit for just as much; and he's more nimble than one would otherwise expect. A ranged strategy is highly recommended if you attempt to battle him in this state, as he vastly prefers melee and close combat.

Once separated, he is far more manageable. Though his physical abilities are still formidable, Xander has no inherent magic, and he's slower without Bee's buffs. Honeybee is impotent so long as no direct contact is made, and can be handled separately. Though the ease of dispatching Honeybee may tempt you to deal with it first, focus on Xander to avoid activating his HEART OF A KNIGHT ability.

👌 for an key item left from them after losing

WORN GLOVES: A pair of fingerless black leather gloves. The leather is soft and comfortable from years of daily wear. (Moderate buff to Strength and Determination.)

☠ for a game over if they win the fight

Xander shifts Honeybee onto his back as he comes to kneel down beside you. He lifts your chin in his hand and looks over your face, and whatever he sees makes him smile. "Hey, not a bad show, not bad at all. You're just not the duet partner we're looking for. Sorry." He drops your chin as he stands up and walks away.

The lights cut off.

Alternate Ending, if HEART OF A KNIGHT was activated:

Xander swings Honeybee to his back as he strides up to you and kicks you--hard--in the ribs, flipping you onto your back as he stomps down on your spine. "Piece of shit," he spits. "If I ever see you around here again, this won't be the end of it. Now get the hell out."

Alternate Ending, if HEART OF A KNIGHT was activated, but the Protected still perish:

The guitar comes down on your skull, and a sickening crack echoes through the stadium. Honeybee drags on the ground, dripping chuck berry red, as Xander walks away.

[saeist]

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[desertfragments]

no one asked but im doing it anyway. keerin boss fight.

🎵for a battle theme song

I think this is exactly their boss fight song. Technically, it is two songs (Seal Vessel / Radiance), but both are accurate.

🏰 for a location or dungeon theme and setting

You walk down the grand hall It stretches away from you, long and distant. The vaulted ceilings tower above you, floor glassy and sleek, gold glimmering in the corners. But as your footsteps carry you towards the ballroom, a sense of unease settles in the pit of your stomach.

Was the gold always this tarnished? You don’t remember the marble tiles being so cold and stained. A chill creeps over your skin. Your breath fogs around you. Your shoulders hunch as frost crawls down the walls, onto the floor, around the lights.

Your body begins to shiver as you make your way towards the staircase. Ice cracks under your feet, frosted fingers reaching upward, jagged crystalline shards jutting from the floor and walls, shattered like a broken mirror. A sound grates and cracks behind you.

The door is gone.

The only way left is up.

👊 for a description on a special move

Winter’s Web

Long strings, spun out of delicate fingers catch on struggling limbs. The cold creeps into creaking bones, biting as it freezes your blood in your veins.

If caught, the strings limit movement and cause frost damage. Frost damage turns into poison damage and slowly saps health throughout the fight.

💬 for a opening dialogue before fight

As you step onto the staircase, the ice cracks. It’s a gunshot in this silent tomb. You freeze. A pale, crumpled form stirs, drawing itself to its feet at the top of the stairs. Purple eyes open. A cold smile spreads, distant and hard.

“Hello, dear. I’ve been waiting for you.”

👌 for key items left from them after losing

Handwritten Letter

A cold envelope. A name is written across the back in a spidery, skittering script. It’s addressed to someone named Kai.

Readable item.

Family Crest

A tarnished silver broach depicting a spider sitting in a web of light. It’s decorated with jewels. Despite it’s value, it’s unpolished, save for the spider, which looks somewhat scratched, as if someone tried to clean it.

Equippable item. Grants darkvision, but seems to attract spiders. Can be used to access certain areas.

☠ for a game over if they win the fight

You can’t move. The ice around you is like a vice, and you can’t breathe. Frost crawls into your lungs as the crevasse you’re trapped inside starts slips shut, inch by agonizing inch. Something pops in you- a bone, you think, but it’s hard to say which one because every nerve in your body is numb.

Your vision flickers as you’re squeezed. Through freezing eyes, you can see as Keerin looks at you. A flash of pity- no, guilt- crosses their face before their expression hardens and they turn away.

You open your mouth to scream as you’re crushed- but no sound comes out- because your mouth, your voice, your air has frozen in your lungs.

💯 to know if they would be a easy or a hard boss

If you can avoid being hit by Winter’s Web or Black Ice (another move that limits vision and causes nearly-invisible ice spikes to manifest around you), then it’s pretty easy.

At their core, Keerin doesn’t want to fight. It’s a necessity, but not one that they delight in or enjoy doing. It wears on them, and they’re also a fairly fragile person to begin with, so their fight would be fairly quick and easy.

👏 for a subordinate or mini-boss they might have

Enchanted Dancers

Thin, invisible strings pluck at puppets. Each is unique- someone obviously put a lot of love and care into creating them. From every painted detail to every sharpened blade, these puppets dance around you, elegant and beautiful even as they strike.

A series of decorated dolls. Each doll is fragile, and break easily. Individually, they do little damage, but if they are not dealt with, the numbers will overwhelm you.

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[kmp78]

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Personally i don’t believe it 🙄

A PA will never talk about that 💯

Well that's YOUR shame really. 🤷🏼‍♀️

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Let's make make him better ❌️ let's make him worse ✔️💯👀🥵👌

This series is 11/10 solid gold, but this might be my favourite part so far 🙌🙌🙌 oh my god I have so many thoughts sorry

He remembers his frustrated curses when his fresh, tragically human form had softened beyond his control after spilling inside you only once, and your sweet laugh in his ear, nowhere near judgmental as you reassured him that with time, his Maia prowess shall return to spare him such tedious whims of a mortal’s flesh.

FRESH TRAGICALLY HUMAN FORM, NO I COULD NOT PUT IT BETTER MYSELF, GODDDD

No bc it's kind of funny, mostly beautiful, mocking the limits of his mortal form whilst allowing her to embrace him exactly as he is??

His partial oblivion, though nothing short of agonizing, had stripped him, at times, of the knoweldge of what he was missing. Your longing for your husband had shredded your heart through every single moment of the centuries you had been apart, vivid as ever in your mind and soul. The hollow in your bond had never subsided into anything less than a freshly severed limb, forever bleeding from an open wound. The only reason you had not withered away was that last glimmer of feeling, barely there but undeniably real, that your husband had not passed beyond your reach completely and forever.

God this is so beautifully written, I adore it so much, the visceral language evoking the deep emotion, it makes the lit major in me very happy

“She is all the peace I know,” he murmurs.

I actually have no comment for this, I'll just be thinking about it until the day I die

“We were undone,” he says in a dark rasp, “and we remade ourselves by swallowing each other whole.”

Ooof I fucking love this image, kind of like an ouroboros, feeding into each other's impulses for better or worse, LOVE IT *chef's kiss*

You had not fallen in love with songs and poems, with you dancing in a field of flowers and him finding himself struck dumb by your beauty. Your bond had been forged in the hottest and cruellest of flames, and was all the stronger for it. This all-consuming passion, this ruthless obsession of yours, which scorches everything and everyone in its path—nothing less would ever suffice.

Jesus christ this whole paragraph is my absolute favourite thing, like do i love him stumbling upon reader and being struck dumb?? Yes of course. However this is so just perfect for them, forged in flames, it's giving the yearning and all encompassing obsession, the sweet derangement we love so much about them, completely insane for each other, my heart is aching?????

Absolute perfection, I cannot give you enough praise, I am in love with the way you write, you have a beautiful way with words

Tides of fate (Sauron x fem!Elf!reader)

-> in which your newly returned husband is unsure of the path ahead, and the sea itself tries to deter you from the one you choose together

Warnings: evil!reader, smut (sneaky handjob in a public place, brief descriptions of p in v), probably inaccuracies of canon geography/lore to suit the fic, somewhat repentant Sauron stands a teeny tiny chance of being better but reader is an ‘I can make him worse’ kinda girl

Note: part of the evil!reader collection. If you’re new, reader has been married/soulbound to Sauron since before Adar killed him and infiltrated herself in Eregion as a smith while she waited for his return, but came to find him when his presence became strong enough through their bond again.

Mature content below the cut—minors DNI!!!

Halbrand.

Whilst the other passengers on the ship are asleep, he lies awake with his new name and his new face, heading into what is to be a new life. He has yet to decide whether it should be different from the one before, but one thing he knows beyond all certainty—you shall be by his side, body and soul, until existence itself is no more.

You lie in his arms as he sits reclined against a pile of cargo, with your head resting upon his heart. Even aslumber, you seem to cling to him, your fingers ever so slightly curled in the ragged shirt he wears. Halbrand himself refrains from tightening his hold around your waist to the point where he might wake you, and contents himself only with soft caresses of your hair as he cradles you close. Weeks after you had nursed him back to his solid form, there are still times when you feel you must convince yourselves that you are together once more, and the long wait is over.

It had taken a while for the frenzy to pass, once he had been remade. For his newly woven flesh to find relief, if only in part, from the yearning with which it burned for yours.

The first time he’d had you in this body is a blur in his mind, nothing left of it but white-hot flashes of rampant breathing, wails and growls, skin slapping against skin. No sooner had he breathed the air into his new lungs than he had claimed your mouth, fell with you to the ground on the very spot where his new feet had first touched it, and begged to have his wife. A beast rutting into his mate in the snow is what he had been reduced to. On an open trail, beneath the open sky, he had ploughed into you with wild abandon, searing the pleasure of every thrust into his soul as if it would be the last he ever tastes.

He had not known, when last you had been by his side before Adar’s betrayal, that you would be out of his reach for centuries to come, that the very memory of his beloved’s embrace would slip from his grasp with the long years, sunk into the black depths of a rudimentary shape which had forgotten what it was to feel at all. And so the moment he had at last regained a form that could, he had grasped, seized, clawed the feeling of being one with you back into himself.

And you had sunk your nails into his new flesh, christened it with scratches, marking it as yours. He remembers your tight heat, your shrill moans, your tears as you begged him for more, even after your peak. He remembers his frustrated curses when his fresh, tragically human form had softened beyond his control after spilling inside you only once, and your sweet laugh in his ear, nowhere near judgmental as you reassured him that with time, his Maia prowess shall return to spare him such tedious whims of a mortal’s flesh.

“You are still extraordinary, my love,” you had praised with an adoring nibble of his humanly round ear. “A true mortal man as starved as you would not have even made it all the way inside.”

It was, perhaps, for the best. For you might have fucked the very life out of yourself on his cock in those first few days, if not for the occasional need for respite. His partial oblivion, though nothing short of agonizing, had stripped him, at times, of the knoweldge of what he was missing. Your longing for your husband had shredded your heart through every single moment of the centuries you had been apart, vivid as ever in your mind and soul. The hollow in your bond had never subsided into anything less than a freshly severed limb, forever bleeding from an open wound. The only reason you had not withered away was that last glimmer of feeling, barely there but undeniably real, that your husband had not passed beyond your reach completely and forever.

For weeks you had remained in those woods, unwilling to do anything but be together. Even if you weren’t making love, you were hardly ever not touching, and it cost you even to pry yourselves away to hunt or gather wood—an effort that much greater since his prowess did gradually return, as you had been most certain that it would.

As you lay in his arms, you spoke to him of the world, all the ways it had changed and all the ways it had not. The dealings of Elves, Dwarves and Men nowadays. The life you had secured for yourself in Eregion, the opportunities it held. A power over flesh. All it did was remind him of the last words he had spoken to Adar’s wretched Orcs before they had butchered him, and the only power he found himself craving was that of feeling your flesh, beneath, against and around his. And you were oh so willing to grant it to him.

The last night before your voyage, you had looked so beautiful, bathed in moonlight and the warm glow of the fire beside you as you rode your husband slowly, savouring every drag of his cock within you. He sat up, holding you close, watching in awe as you took what you needed, and gave him all he craved. His tears do not spill easily, but they had burned behind his eyes as you threw back your head and cried out your release, bringing forth his own. You were everything. His wife. His soul.

His Queen.

He had once sworn he would not rest until the whole of Middle-Earth had been brought to its knees to worship the pair of you, side by side. That nothing less would ever be enough.

Lying beside you by the fire, he was not so certain anymore.

“My love,” he had whispered as you ran your fingers through his unruly hair, “where do you wish to go?”

It was the first time either of you had spoken of your heading, rather than acting as though where you were now was all there was.

You had frowned ever so slightly, as though surprised he even had to ask, and murmured, “With you.”

The following morning, you began your journey. Eregion was your destination, as you had anticipated all throughout his long absence. To follow his weak presence through your bond and find him in Forodwaith, you had left your false life with the Elves claiming to be visiting distant kin. He had yet to spin a tale justifying his joining you upon your return, and he found it more difficult than usual to do so when he didn’t seem to be sure of his goal once you had reached the Elven kingdom. You noticed, of course, but kept your mind at a thoughtful distance, knowing he would speak his in his own time.

When a group of Men crossed your path, it was the first time since his return that you were in the presence of others. With the bit of shape-shifting ability received from your husband upon the forging of your bond, you had made the pointed tips of your ears recede into a round shape to match your husband’s current one. You were to pass as human travellers, unworthy of a second glance.

But an old man, whose name Halbrand had later learned to be Diarmid, halted to inform you of the danger ahead. You must have spent longer in Forodwaith than you thought, for you had not encountered the armies of Orcs described by Diarmid when you had come seeking your husband. The man had spoken of embracing the uncertain tides of fate in hopes of a brighter future—a sentiment embodied, in his view, by a piece of heraldry he wore which had belonged to kings long gone, whose mighty path had crumbled as easily as a less fortunate one might prove to lead into a better place.

This belief of the man touched something in Halbrand, birthed a dim spark of a feeling akin to hope. You, on the other hand, did not seem as affected by his words, or his warm invitation for you and your husband to join his people on their intended voyage to a new life across the sea. No sooner had he moved on than you began to scheme.

“A symbol of royalty with no one left to claim it? That might prove useful,” you said under your breath as the two of you remained standing by the passing group of Men. “We could take it, and their ship. Sail to Lindon instead of risking a run-in with Orcs on the way to Eregion. I have quite enough connections there as well.”

You didn’t need to speak the details for him to know the exact intent behind your words. He was stronger in his power now than he had been when this body was fresh, and you were a force to be reckoned with yourself. The two of you fighting as one could cut through the humans like butter, leaving only enough to man the ship to your desired destination under your forceful command. It would have been easy enough, nothing you hadn’t done before.

“Or perhaps we might sail with them,” Halbrand suggested instead, driven by a sudden impulse.

“Into the West?” you asked quizzically, trying to figure out a purpose of which he was not sure himself. “Is there something you wish to achieve in Númenor, or thereabouts?”

“What I wish,” he said, meeting your eyes, “is for you to come with me.”

Like you’d said you would.

And you did. With but a curious look and a slight furrow of your brow, you placed your hand in his and joined him on this new path, though neither of you was sure where it would lead.

After the weeks—or had it been months?—spent in a near perpetual embrace in the wilderness, the lack of privacy on the ship proved quite the challenge. For plain communication, your bond would have sufficed, but even there a certain veil of concealment had fallen between you. For the more you began to suspect where his intentions might be straying, the less eager you were to breach the subject.

But you hardly ever left one another’s side, and spent each night in the closest embrace appropriate to the rather crowded circumstances, as you are doing now. He never sleeps, and pretending to do so would be a most tedious chore for the sake of avoiding suspicion, if it weren’t for his wife nestled comfortably within his arms. Some nights, however, he finds himself too deep in troubled thoughts for his eyes to remain closed, and that hasn’t gone unnoticed.

“Nightmares again?” Diarmid questions, lifting his head from his own makeshift pillow closeby. He lowers his eyes to you as he says with a knowing lilt, “One would think such a warm embrace can bring peace to even the most troubled of minds.”

His remark lacks any trace of envy, his gaze on you admiring without coveting, and so Halbrand is not enraged by either. He looks down, his eyes following the soft trails drawn by his fingers as they caress your hair.

“She is all the peace I know,” he murmurs.

“But you are haunted still.”

His fingers halt, resting upon your head.

“I’ve done evil,” he confesses. We have done evil, would be the more truthful statement. But so charming and joyful you had made yourself appear to your fellow passengers, he would be taken for a liar. He can only imagine how loved you are in Eregion—how loved you would be anywhere.

“All of us have done things that we care not to admit,” Diarmid replies, seemingly unfazed by Halbrand’s grim admission. How naïve for a mortal man of his age, the Maia thinks, to so easily give the benefit of his doubt to a near stranger.

“Not like I have,” he presses on. What is the purpose of this conversation, he wonders? To test whether he would be cast out? To hear the man lie again, that there is another path for him than that of suffering he has known so far?

Is that a lie?

Diarmid ponders his words. “Your wife,” he says then, as if in answer to his inner musings. “How did you come to be wed?”

You had maintained that much truth in your façade, for obvious reasons. It is a piece of truth Halbrand reveals now as well.

“We were undone,” he says in a dark rasp, “and we remade ourselves by swallowing each other whole.”

A hoarse chuckle escapes the old man. “What a way you have with words, lad. Isn’t that a most dreary manner of saying you have healed one another?” When Halbrand looks at him, guarded, he thankfully knows better than to insist upon the details. “And she knows of this... evil you say you have done?”

Halbrand gives a nod.

“And yet,” Diarmid says, voice softening with a kind of wise tenderness, “she looks at you as though you hold the very sun above her head in the palm of your hand.”

A most uninspired metaphor. Sunlight had become too bright for your eyes, after years spent in the dark heat of Morgoth’s fortress. You do not thrive in it, but rather under grey skies, with cold air caressing your cheeks. But the sentiment he means to express is perfectly true.

“And it is plain to see,” Diarmid adds, “that you love her a great deal as well.”

There is not a single false word in that sentence. You give the lightest stir in your husband’s arms, softly nuzzling his shirt in your sleep, and Halbrand, Sauron, Mairon—everything and everyone he had ever been burns with adoration as he holds you just that little bit closer.

“You cannot imagine,” he murmurs, with nearly as raw a sincerity as only you can draw from him.

Diarmid laughs warmly. “Oh, I can, lad,” he says with a trace of wistfulness. “I can.”

His eyes drift to the distance, as he no doubt remembers some past love of his. And a great one it may have been, but he shall never know what it is to bind his very soul with another’s, to be so inextricably intertwined as the pair of you have made yourselves to be.

Halbrand says nothing, leaving the old man to his imaginings. But Diarmid soon returns from them, and gives his supposed younger a sage look.

“So, you see,” he goes on, “whatever you’ve done in your past, she has forgiven it. Now, you must find forgiveness within yourself. You are alive, holding the woman you love in your arms, because you have chosen good.”

“What of tomorrow?” Halbrand asks, almost a challenge.

“You have to choose it again.” Diarmid gives a small chuckle, as though the answer is most obvious. “And the next day, and the next, until it becomes a part of your nature.”

His nature. Good had been his nature. Once.

He wonders, had you met him as Mairon, whether your souls would still be as one now. Whether you might have lived as Melian and Thingol did, rulers over a kingdom of light, protectors against Morgoth’s darkness rather than partial cause of its spread.

But it feels like a betrayal to imagine a love any different than the one he has known with you, even if it’s still a version of you with whom he contemplates such a thing. Because in the end, it would not be you. Morgoth had stripped you of the Elf you had been as brutally as he had disposed of the once Mairon, though with the Maia, he had made the pain seem so much sweeter in the beginning. You had not fallen in love with songs and poems, with you dancing in a field of flowers and him finding himself struck dumb by your beauty. Your bond had been forged in the hottest and cruellest of flames, and was all the stronger for it. This all-consuming passion, this ruthless obsession of yours, which scorches everything and everyone in its path—nothing less would ever suffice.

Seeing that Halbrand has become lost in thought upon hearing his words, Diarmid gives him one last friendly smile and pat upon his shoulder, then turns away to settle back to sleep. Not long after, quiet snores begin to leave him.

That is when you give a light hum, and shift so that your cheek rests on your husband’s shoulder and your eyes meet.

“What a way you have with words, lad,” you tease softly.

The slightest smile tugs at Halbrand’s lips. “It isn’t proper to eavesdrop.”

“It seemed as though you were having a moment.” Your teasing smile dims as you add, even more quietly, “It seemed as though you wanted it.”

You bring your hand to his cheek, brushing your thumb through the light stubble that now adorns it. You seem to like this form of his, imperfectly human as it is, and nothing pleases him quite like pleasing you. His eyes fall shut as he leans into your touch, taking your wrist in a gentle hold and pressing his lips to the palm of your beloved hand.

“My love...” he begins, but you rest your fingertips upon his mouth.

“I know.” You sigh, letting your hand fall back to his chest. “I know. You’ve been... different, since you have returned. Not only in body. After all this time, what you have endured... I know you are faltering. That you lack direction.”

“And yet you followed me blindly.”

“Always,” you smile, though it’s short-lived. “But... if forgiveness is what you seek... from them...” Your brow creases, voice becoming pained as you lift your head from his shoulder to meet his gaze properly. “My love, we have been here once before.”

“I know,” he says firmly, wrapping your hand in his. “I would not take such a risk again.”

Like he did at the end of the First Age. When, in the wake of Morgoth’s defeat, he’d had a mind to seek pardon from the Valar rather than await their retribution. He had witnessed their might as they decimated his master’s dark forces, and Sauron himself now lacked an army with which to retaliate, should they seek him out. All he had was you, and in his wish to keep you, and in the haze of his new-found freedom from Morgoth’s clenched fist, he had entertained the thought that perhaps the Valar might consider your union, a defiance of Morgoth in itself, to be proof of your renouncing his authority even since before his defeat. Surely, they could be persuaded that all, or at least most of your vile deeds, had been for the sake of each other, to spare your beloved from Morgoth’s wrath. And to a certain extent, it was true.

But the opposite happened. The Valar had deemed your bond unnatural, volatile, forged in too deep a darkness to be anything but a force of destruction. If you truly wished to be pardoned, you were to allow it to be undone. He was to return to Valinor whilst you remained in Middle-Earth, serving to rebuild what Morgoth had destroyed until you had proven beyond doubt you had put your foul ways behind you. Only then would you be allowed passage into the West to be rejoined with your husband, should your love endure such prolonged distance and transformation from the beings you had been when you met.

Servitude would already have been nigh impossible to swallow. But separation—that was unfathomable. It was cruelty beyond imagining, from beings who had the audacity to claim they were righteous and fair. You and your husband had been left with no choice, then, but to seek out a power which would make you gods in your own right. Power over flesh, power over Middle-Earth.

Separation came anyway, only in a different form, the path you had most wanted to evade forced upon you by Adar’s treachery instead of the Valar’s so-called justice. But as great a blow as it might have been, the aftershocks of it spanning over so much time, it didn’t break either of you beyond repair. As Sauron, he has known many setbacks, failures, betrayals. He is not afraid. Even when he sought pardon before, he tells himself, he was being cautious, practical.

But he is, perhaps... tired. So tired.

“You told me you have no wish to return to your life with the Elves,” he breaks the silence you had let fall between you, patiently awaiting the further words you sensed he had to say. “Númenor is said to be a paradise, ripe with opportunity. A smith of great skill and his equally gifted wife are most likely to thrive in such a place.”

Though he speaks in statements, you hear the question they conceal. You had long suspected he had been harbouring such thoughts, and your eyes shift uneasily upon hearing them.

“I can’t say I haven’t thought of it,” you confess in the end. “That perhaps we might simply... be together, as so many others are, and that would be enough. But even if we could find it in ourselves to put Middle-Earth behind us and let Adar go unpunished for what he did...” Your hand grips his painfully as you shut your eyes for a moment, striving not to raise your voice above a tense whisper. “I cannot bear to live in fear any longer. Wondering whether or not the Valar will finally deem us worthy or harmless enough to leave us be. Seeking to appease a higher power whose breath is constantly at the back of my neck even when I cannot see it, like... like he was. Is that not why we put such thoughts aside before, and sought to claim the power that we did? To gain control, bring about a new order—our order?” You lean in closer, the despair in your eyes giving way to determination as you stare into his with each and every searing word. “You know we are meant to be more than this. The Valar may not favour us, but fate does. It’s why our paths crossed in the first place, and why we found our way back to each other time and again, despite Morgoth, and Adar, and all who would have seen us apart. It’s why we will prevail.”

It’s so taxing, keeping the intensity of your words’ sentiment quiet, that the release comes in the form of tears slipping from your eyes. Your husband’s brow creases, leaving your hand to lie upon his quickening heart as he cups both of your cheeks.

“All this time...” he whispers, thumbs brushing your tears like they are priceless gems, “all these centuries, you have kept your faith in our vision. In us.”

He knows all too well how strong you are, how ruthless in your resolve, but sometimes, the sheer might of your devotion to him still knocks the breath from his lungs.

A teary chuckle escapes you. “Had you not spent all those centuries as a barely sentient liquid, I’m sure you’d have done the same. Not to mention,” you add, seeking to lighten the mood with a touch of coyness, “you promised me a crown, my love. And I shall not let you rest until you have put it upon my head, and I have known what it is to be a true Queen, worshipped by all beings,” you lean so that your lips ghost over his as you whisper alluringly, “and by her King most ardently of all.”

He gives in with a subdued groan, catches your lips in a fleeting kiss—then presses a thumb to the soft flesh beneath your chin to better his hold on you and keep you at bay.

“My love,” he rasps out in warning, eyes roving over your face, “do not tempt me so when I cannot have you as I please.”

A wicked smile spreads across your lips, and your softly-spoken words are the sweetest siren song, calling him to his doom. “You can have me, my love. We can have anything we wish.” Your hand begins a most audacious journey down his chest and along his tensing stomach, disappearing beneath the blanket covering the both of you above the waist. “They are nothing,” you go on, nimbly working open his trousers. “What they see, what they think of us now, will be nothing once we have brought them under our rule.”

Even with the blanket covering you, if someone were to look closely, they would likely be able to discern the precise location and intent of your hand. Quite frankly, Halbrand cannot bring himself to care if they did notice either, not when his wife takes his flesh in a nearly cruel grip. His cock grows and hardens in helpless answer to your beckoning, and this, he thinks for the one thousandth time, is the sole kind of helplessness which sets his blood aboil with desire rather than rage. It takes but a few strokes, dry and curt, and he is swollen, aching, the veins in his neck straining as he bites back a growl.

As for you, it’s a struggle not to rub yourself against his leg like a warg in heat. But it is his pleasure you wish to achieve, not your own. You press your lips to those captivating lines of tension on his neck, and swipe a thumb over the tip of him to find it wet. He remains discreet in sound, if not in expression, but you feel the spike of his pleasure through your bond as you keep caressing that most sensitive part of his cock. All of a sudden, his hand is at the back of your neck, and he pulls you down so that your cheek is pushed into his chest, his chin resting the slightest bit too heavily upon your head. Like this, you feel his rampant heartbeat, his ragged breathing, the tremors you send throughout his body with each and every stroke of his length.

It’s an illusion of control, he knows, crushing you to his chest whilst the heart within it contorts and threatens to unspool back into a pile of black slime, taken apart by your words and touch. He lets you break from his hold the moment you rebel out of it, and plant your chin upon his shoulder.

“I kept my faith, because I could see us,” you whisper, your hot breath in his ear plunging straight to his cock as you pump him into a silent frenzy. “I can see what we will become, and it is so... so beautiful. Do you see us, love?” you all but whimper, as though your words alone bring you as much pleasure as the glide of his length within your fist does him. “Can you see your Queen, spread upon our throne... wearing nothing but the jewels you have given me and the crown upon my head... as your tongue swears fealty between my legs? Can you see me do the same, on my knees before my Lord and King?”

Oh, he can. So many times he’s had you, in so many ways, but the thought of you worshipping each other whilst you are being worshipped across all of Middle-Earth, taking pleasure in one another as well as the symbols of your power... That had always wrought a particular kind of havoc upon his loins, proportionate in might to the high brought by the prospect of victory in itself. And you know that damn well, as well as all the right ways to caress and graze and squeeze and knead to play his body like a harp into the very melody you wish to elicit, regardless of the form he takes, for you might as well be nestled beneath his skin, living and breathing among the strings you so deftly pluck with your ruinous fingertips. Your touch, your words, moulding his mind as you please—is this what one feels like, he wonders, when Sauron the Deceiver slithers his way into their unsuspecting thoughts?

But this is no deceit. This is his wife, his soul, reminding him of his true self, just as you did when you first found what had been left of him in Forodwaith, and put him back together. His hips jerk into the movements of your hand, seeking you out, uncaring of the people who might wake and see him being undone by your touch. You are right. They are nothing. You are all there is, and all there ever shall be.

You chuckle as he chases his breath, and bite his earlobe—hard. It may not be the sensitive tip of an Elf’s pointed ear, but the jolt of pain lights a fire beneath his skin that scorches everything in its path, and no amount of control over his form could have prevented him from spilling his seed right there and then. The growl he lets loose would have surely roused those sleeping closest by, if not for your sudden grip on his throat and lips covering his, swallowing his rough breaths. He spills and spills as you stroke him through his release, until the exquisite throbbing in his cock has finally run its most fulfilling course.

To think there was a time he knew not what it was to crave another, nor did he care to know—and then he had known you. The pleasure of his flesh might as well have your initials engraved into it.

You loosen your grip on his throat as you break the kiss, and that hand goes instead to tenderly brush a lock of dark hair from his temple. You seem awfully pleased with yourself when he opens his eyes into yours, and he doesn’t shy away from admitting that you very well should be. The hand with which you had pleasured him emerges from beneath the blanket with his spent glistening on your fingers, and you hold his gaze as you rest the digits on his bottom lip. The tip of his tongue darts out slightly, tasting what you have done to him. What you always do. He wraps his lips around your fingers, scrapes them lightly with his teeth, and something softens in your eyes.

“I want more,” you whisper, nothing short of a goddess reduced to her most vulnerable self. “I want everything. But I need only for you to want me.”

His new heart lurched in his chest. As if he could ever stop. As if there could ever be more, be anything, if there was no you and him.

He knows much better than to take your words as an admittance of defeat, however. If he truly were to demand that you renounce your aspirations, you would be furious. You would fight and fuck him in every way you could think of to change his mind, but you would follow him wherever he went. As he would you. There is no such thing as choosing to leave one another’s side, unless you have reason to believe that your temporary separation shall serve to make you all the more fruitful in your shared endeavours upon your reunion.

Your shared endeavours is what they still are. What they always have been. He sees that now, clearer than ever.

Having released your fingers, his mouth claims yours in a bruising kiss. You moan into it, too loud, too desperate, but neither of you cares. He truly abandons all caution, pulling you into his lap by your waist, and you grind your clothed core into his newly hardening cock as soon as you are astride him, and damn these people, damn your ruse, he is going to have you, fully and unrestrained, right here in their midst. It matters not, for most will be dead soon either way. For you will take the ship for yourselves, just like you first suggested, and sail back to Middle-Earth to claim it as your own. And he means to tell you this whilst you ride him, just as you are reaching your peak, and send you careening into it with this sweetest promise like you had done him—

Something’s wrong. Even in the heat of passion he feels it, and every muscle in his body stiffens. You break away at once, alarmed by his alarm.

“Hold on to me,” is all the warning he has time to give you.

Not a soul on the ship remains asleep when it takes the first hit, water flooding into the hull through shattered wood. It’s everywhere, bursting through holes in the walls and pouring down the stairs from the deck, and you barely manage to scramble to your feet before the next blow lands, and the next. You do try to keep your grip on each other, but end up bracing yourselves against the pile of cargo on which you had been resting so you don’t get knocked off your feet. At the very least, he manages to hastily refasten his trousers. Not that anyone would care if they caught a glimpse of a man’s privates at a time like this—but in his flailing circumstances, it isn’t quite the power move it would have been if he were shamelessly buried to the hilt inside you for all to see.

“Was that—?”

“Yes,” he answers you gruffly. “Sea worm.”

“Is that a problem?” you ask urgently, ever so pragmatic even as your chest heaves through the sudden panic.

He isn’t sure. He feels recovered enough, but he can’t say whether his ability to sway the creature’s mind is good as new until he’s come face to face with it. He’s about to go and find out, when a voice screams, “Help me!”

It’s Diarmid who cried out, trapped beneath a wooden beam that had collapsed upon him. Bleeding from a head wound, he looks to Halbrand in despair. No one else even stops to look, the other passengers scurrying around in a frenzy, as if there is anywhere to run.

Halbrand and you make no move. Your gazes meet as you wait with bated breath for his choice, even in the midst of chaos.

Whatever you’ve done in your past, she has forgiven it.

If anything, you should forgive him for ever faltering in his resolve. There is no such thing as a man called Halbrand, or as you and him disappearing in the crowd. You shall be everywhere, standing above everything and everyone, as you were always meant to.

He leans over Diarmid, grabbing hold of the fallen beam atop him—only to snatch the pouch bearing a king’s symbol from his neck, the Maia’s pitiless eyes staring into the man’s terrified ones. He turns to the beautiful sight of your smile, proud and relieved, and a smirk blooms on his own lips. Screams fill the ship as it is ripped to shreds, but you put your hand in his and pull him towards the deck with an exhilarated “Come on!”, and for a moment he suspects this feeling in his chest might be akin to what a young man would experience, if he were being whisked into the unknown by a rebellious first love.

And like the folly of such youth, it doesn’t last. Your hand slips from his as the ship falls apart, swallowed whole by the ocean, and he is submerged into an underwater field of shattered woods and floating bodies. He has lost you from his sight, but he knows you’re alive. He knows he is still lord over beasts as well, when the sea worm obeys the command in his eyes and abandons its attack, swimming away. Perhaps the effort of imposing his will on such a great creature is still too taxing. Perhaps that’s why the pulse of your life is as vivid as ever within your bond, but feels further away. The water is dark, and you are strong—he feels is. You are soon to surface.

But when he emerges from the sea, grabbing hold of a floating piece of wood, you are nowhere in sight.

He waits. Waits, then dives back in.

The bodies he finds are all corpses.

You are alive.

But you are gone.

His scream is lost in the black depths of the sea.

*****

As soon as you break through the surface, gasping for air, you know something is terribly amiss.

For one, there is no one in sight. No ship, no people, no sea worm. Then, there is the rising sun, when moments ago it had been little past midnight, and land in sight when you had been most certain you were in the middle of the sea. And most poignant of all, there is distance—great and sudden, between you and your husband.

He is well, though, and even more so now that he has felt you reaching out to him. The spark of relief echoing through your bond is the only reason you do not immediately despair. You have an inkling of what might have occurred. But you save your energy for swimming towards the distant shore, channeling your ire into each kick of the water.

How do the Valar expect you to renounce your bitterness towards them, when they do their very best to fuel it with every given occasion?

*****

He breathes easy at last. He had known you were alive all along, but the gnawing emptiness where your consciousness should have been had not ceased to churn within his chest until he’d felt you, aware and present in your bond once more.

For you to have drifted away, so quickly and so far... it was no natural occurrence.

There’s a presence he’d felt. A watching. Sickly familiar, and he knows not how, but—they knew. Perhaps you had invoked them one too many times, and Ulmo himself had reached out with a watery tendril of his power to snatch you from your husband’s reach. Whether in punishment or warning, it matters not. For in his haste to part you, the Vala had failed to prevent a great opportunity from landing right into his great enemy’s lap—or rather, swimming her way onto his raft.

Galadriel.

He knows her name. How could he not? Sister of Finrod, daughter of Finarfin. A mighty Elven warrior, hailed as the fairest of Elven women, the very light of the Trees of Valinor supposedly snared in her tresses. It’s hard to tell, with her golden hair soaked and clinging to her shoulders. But her beauty concerns him little. Once he has taken Middle-Earth, he thinks, he shall have the tongue of any being who dares suggest another might be fairer than his Queen.

You’ve reached the shore, he senses, back in Middle-Earth. To Galadriel, he speaks half-truths of hateful Orcs that chased him from his homeland, but within himself, he smiles. So, they dare not kill you, still, especially after they were proven right to hesitate in doing so before—when the Orcs had robbed him of his form, his power had burst from the remains of him with such anguished fury, Forodwaith had been reduced to an icy wasteland. Should your bond be severed as violently, there is no telling what horrors that gaping wound might unleash. The Valar have revealed their fear once more, and it serves to remind him why the two of you have nothing to fear.

You were right, my love, he thinks. The message may not reach you word for word, but he knows it will be crystal clear in your mind. Though some may seek to part us, the tides of fate are flowing ever in our favour. Make for Eregion. Await me there. I shall return to you soon, having made great progress towards our end.

From you, there comes the anger and the grief of your parting, which he shares—but stronger than that is your faith in him, further solidified by his determination.

“Around your neck,” Galadriel says. “Is that the mark of your people’s king?”

She had noticed, then. He’d been careful to fiddle with it earlier, tucking it into his shirt when she thought he hadn’t seen her scrutinizing him. You had been right, of course—that pouch would prove useful, after all.

Thank you, my love, he thinks fondly to you. For reminding me who I am. Who we are.

Your devotion caresses his soul, and the Deceiver begins to worm his way into an unsuspecting mind once more.

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