#haladriel au

[inexpressiblybeautiful]

Maybe in a different universe/life

[love-and-doom]

Noir AU where Sauron is a male femme fatale seducing people for his own benefits only to fall in love with Galadriel the detective hunting/investigating his murders/romantic cons

[mirroringdust]

Academic rivals AU and inspired by a quote from the labyrinth: "Fear, love me, let me rule you and I'll be your slave" for @ichabodcranemills and the Gifts of the valar exchange by @thehaladrielfancollective

There are things no knowledge of the world can prepare you for.

It is the fear of being worthless that inspires your very being, inspires you to do greater, be greater but sometimes it comes back, spirals right back to you. At the end of it all you might realise that you’re only running away and greatness was the only way out of feeling small. Yet being small was never the problem at its core, it was the lack of light that was.

~

She could be anywhere, could have gone anywhere, but a long time ago, she’d decided that this was her path to walk and now she would stay here and turn it into a surrounding in which she'd do more than just survive. She woud stick to the fire of inspiration guiding her through and black out all the other things that dared to overthrow this beacon of knowledge. Nothing could beat the fascination of these moments, of pieces falling into place when she came close to ancient times, and probably nothing ever would. 

Yet what Galadriel was doing right now, was far from a source of wonder in this big, confusing institution called academia. It was one of these things, she liked to black out, she had to push through, thinking that she only would do this, so she could research, so she could become an ambassador of science.

Nonetheless, talking to people and participation in representational acts that were only for performance, only a feigning of people who believed themselves to be greater than their studies, was part of this swirling, evolving temple of higher education. Such conversations were fine when she could talk about her projects, when she could blazon enthusiastically on her new findings and get impressions and inspiration from other research. When she could contribute her ideas productively, everything felt stimulating and worthwhile. 

In this old, almost brutalist 70s style main building of the Faculty of Philosophy, it did not feel that way at all. The wooden stools in the lecture hall were too hard to sit on, and the lines of people she had to overlook were too regular, grey, too much dressed up for this solemn occasion of the faculty's anniversary and greeting of the new students. When Galadriel looked up, all she could see were dull green walls that made the old, used blackboard on the other side look like a shiny object, even though there was nothing shiny about this place. How could there be, when the sun had problems fighting its way through a few thin, vertical windows at the top of the building. At times, it felt as if the outside world had been completely cut off, the only light coming from temporary, seemingly replaced fluorescent tubes that cast a blinding glare around the room, accompanied by a low buzz, as if they made it a task to guarantee that no one would fall asleep. Too bad that all these efforts seemed to not have paid off when they chose the most uninspired talker, a soon to be retired professor.

The Head of the Faculty had risen from his chair and had explained, in a hushed voice and with far too much space between words, why research into the ‘History of Middle-earth’ was so important, and why it was important to research it in order to understand the people and other beings who had lived there, to understand their perceptions and customs, so that “we could,” pause pause pause “if not learn from it,” pause pause pause “at least understand our” pause pause “own time better.” 

It was almost unbearable and it took all Galadriel's strength not to doze off from time to time out of boredom. She would give anything to be able to do something useful with her time again, instead of waiting for the old gent to add the next word and finish his sentence, if only she could keep her doctorate. She had fought too hard for that to give it away again. To keep herself from closing her eyes, she straightened her own black dress, suitable for such an occasion, long sleeves, simple, A-line shape (someone had told her), black tights, black flats. Maybe too much black? But the atmosphere seemed somehow similar to a funeral, so it might even fit. Then she played with a strand of her blonde hair that had found its way out of her bun as she looked over at Elrond.

4/4 chapters posted

(Continue on AO3)

[rey-jake-therapist]

How obnoxious do you think Galadriel and Mairon would be in a modern au where they are both on the same team playing a game at their friend's house, along with Elrond, Durin, Disa, Arondir and Bronwyn.

Oh god they would be totally obnoxious. At first they'd work well together, Mairon being like "I have a strategy just follow my lead" and Galadriel feigning to listen, but then she'd get tired and would blow his plans by playing the wrong cards at the most inconvenient time. At first Mairon would stay calm, but it wouldn't last long because of course they would lose, and seeing Durin and Disa chuckle at his face and Elrond smirking with his brow raised (he's still vexed that Mairon beat him at chess for the 100th times so he's secretly enjoying his demise) would make him throw the cards in anger and retreat in his room to sulk.

Galadriel wound taunt him through the door saying it's just a game and he's an idiot, Mairon would respond he'll never play in her team again because she doesn't trust him (he says that each time), Bronwyn would shake her head, complain Mairon's more childish than Theo and beg him to come back so THEY CAN FINISH THE DAMN GAME ! Arondir would be the only one observing the scene in silence, savouring the joy of being right when he warned the team : "don't invite them...".

[ichabodcranemills]

I think Prime Video is telling me to get that DJATS Haladriel AU going

[bad-surprise]

you know i’m no good

haladriel x belle de jour | rape/non-con | E | 7.8k | 1/1

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Marriage isn't for everyone.

or: Bored with her life as a housewife, Galadriel accepts an offer from a mysterious stranger to spend her afternoons turning tricks.

Inspired by Belle de Jour (1967)

cw: rape/non-con, sex work, infidelity, sexual coercion, face slapping, choking, hair-pulling, light masochism, light ddlg, humiliation, spitting, smoking, drinking, blood.

check the tags on ao3 before proceeding.

[minamorsart]

We love a dark lord supporting his queen 👑 And something tells me these two would be absolutely insufferable around everyone one else hehe

[martanis]

behing the scenes with MORFYDD CLARK and CHARLIE VICKERS via morfydd's IG

[neyafromfrance95]

oh, boy. the way that we know galadriel's relationship with sauron is going to go in the 3rd age is so recontextualized by trop and it is so tragic. bc if we consider lotr and trop canons together, it feels like she never gets over him. especially considering the fact that she holds onto nenya as she goes to valinor. like, it truly was more than a situationship for her too, as their cosmic connection is mutual after all...

[hopeforchanges]

thinking about pathetic half-suicidal Halbrand in an au where Sauron’s been hiding out in the Southlands for decades, power diminished, ego thoroughly bruised. Gone are the grand towers, the orc armies, the Dark Lord aesthetic. These days, he’s Halbrand: local smith, decent with a hammer, decent enough with people. He doesn’t exactly like his life but much of his power is gone cause he spent the last centuries as a bowl of jajangmyeon.

Until Galadriel shows up.

She storms into the village with her company like a wrathful force of nature, dragging the smell of sea salt and vengeance with her. Sauron feels the shift before she even arrives—the unease among the villagers, whispers about some elf lady hunting Sauron. Hunting him.

And okay, maybe he could just let her do it. Maybe it’d even be fitting. She’s got her brother’s dagger, and he’s half-convinced its edges still carry the weight of Valinor’s light. Would it kill him for good? Who knows? But he thinks about it a lot more than he should.

Except… he’s not ready to die. Not quite yet.

So when Galadriel shows up and demands answers, Halbrand shrugs and spins a story. Yeah, some guy came through the smithy a few months ago. Shady type. Wanted me to fix a weapon or something— (he makes up something good, vague but believable).

And Galadriel—determined, brilliant, infuriating Galadriel—looks him straight in the eyes and says, "You’re coming with me."

Sauron doesn’t argue. Part of him is curious to see where this goes. Part of him wonders if dragging her into this mess will finally end it. So, Halbrand—the man she believes to be a helpful guide—sets off with Galadriel, the elf warrior who’s vowed to destroy him.

But as the days turn into weeks, something shifts. She’s relentless, yes, but also vulnerable in ways he never expected. She’s weighed down by grief, guilt, the sheer force of her own righteousness. And him? Well, he starts to admire her.

More than admire her.

The truth claws at him with every mile they travel. He knows this will end in disaster—how could it not? But for the first time in an eternity, he allows himself to hope.

Then, of course, she finds out. She puts the pieces together, and the betrayal is immediate, fiery, devastating. She’s furious—not just at him, but at herself. Because it’s not just vengeance anymore.

It’s love.

[cloudinthesky444]

POV: One day, you "accidentally" run into your toxic ex at a gathering with some friends 😔

He greets you and acts friendly, but you’re completely frozen (you had been avoiding him because you knew there was still chemistry between you, and you feared he might seduce you again with his words) 🙎🏻‍♀️

He acts as he always does, even asking your friend to step away so the two of you can talk alone (in reality, he ends up kill1ng him, he’s so toxic he can’t stand seeing any man breathing or talking to you) 💀🙏🏻🙅🏻‍♀️

In those moments you are completely paralyzed, but your subconscious tells you to complain to him about everything, you tell him that he is a terrible man and that he manipulated you from the beginning to carry out his plans... he tells you that he is a good man , and that although he killed celebrimbor and many other people, he would never do that to you because he loves you...for a moment you calm down, but you remember everything you experienced in the past and how he ruined everything because of his toxic behavior, so what you attack and start fighting with him 😡😡🤬⚔️🦸🏻‍♀️

He tells you that it is not his intention to hurt you and it never was, but you keep remembering everything and you continue to convince yourself that he manipulated you (you knew that your man was like that from the beginning but the love and passion of the moment blinded you), so that you start attacking him seriously 😕🙏🏻💀🗣️

He shows you that, if he had wanted to, he would have hurt you from the beginning but he didn't because it is not and was not his intention to do so 😍😍

After many fights, he tries to make you remember the good times of your relationship, but you are a proud woman with a lot of dignity, and you refuse to fall into his seduction again 🤣🤣🤨🙄

part one, finished 🌝🥰🤬🤬

[thatsouthernanthem]

Accidentally created a ballet au with doodling. Also a cuddle

[dadattebayo]

«Be careful of what you wish for»

Kate Blanchette as dark!Galadriel in da house

[zhenyascorpion]

My guilty pleasure

[tired0artist]

| Celebrían & Galadriel |

in this au celebrían is supposed to be halbrand’s (sauron’s) daughter

[ichabodcranemills]

I had a mind of reading DJATS for fic purposes, but from what I’ve heard about it, I think it might make me WAY TOO ANGRY TO COPE