#martanis

[ffaleruv]

Shadows and promises | English | Explicit | 7.733 words | One-Shot | Martanis | AU — Modern

Artanis and Mairon meet again, reliving a game of desire and secrets. They test limits and confront the attraction that never disappeared.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63802930

[polloniumwhy]

Heavily inspired by @iconicament3's Chains of Light and Shadow (you may read it there)

[galstelperion]

"May you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”

― Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

[minamorsart]

"And he gropes ever to see me and my thought. But still the door is closed!"

- The Fellowship of the Ring, Book II Chapter VII: The Mirror of Galadriel ✨

[tindu]

Mairon/Artanis Fanart for "Pick a star, and follow it home" by CloudlySkies124

[theywereraftmates]

This is just my headcanon but, I think anytime Halbrand/Sauron is truly alone with Galadriel it is when he is the most genuine. (Well..genuine enough, because you know it’s him obviously😂) He doesn’t have to pretend or put on a show, he’s able to express his emotions freely . Especially after their confession in the forest. I think this right here is when he realized that he likes her, like genuinely likes her. He was ready to worship her light instead of snuffling it out. He finally found someone that matched him in more ways than one and decided he would give her whatever she wanted.

[wildwren]

ring4ring

part of a larger wip but i'm really pleased with how these sections are coming together if you like the vibe consider checking out my fic

[dixoonwinchester]

Day 4 of Haladriel Valentines Week 💌💖

Mairon and Artanis ☾𖤓

[iconicament3]

Hey! I’m new to Tumblr (well, not entirely - I basically lived here in the 2010s!) and I have this “little” fic going on called:

“Chains of Light and Shadow”

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60987919/chapters/155801230

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Melkor / Artanis / Mairon

Concept: What if Melkor became obsessed not only with the Silmarils but also with the elf whose hair inspired them?

Summary: Melkor returns to Valinor under the guise of penitence, weaving discord among the Noldor. As his obsession with light burns brighter, his desire extends beyond the Silmarils.

Galadriel, known then as Lady Artanis - radiant, unyielding - becomes his new fixation. To Melkor, she is a challenge as maddening as the Silmarils themselves. His plan is set: destroy the Two Trees, steal the Silmarils, and take her with them.

But in the depths of Angband, it is Sauron, Melkor’s most trusted servant, who becomes her jailor. For him, Galadriel is not merely a prize but a reflection of all he has lost - and a vision of what he might still claim.

Caught between Melkor’s shadow and Sauron’s smoldering obsession, Galadriel faces a terrible choice: surrender her light, or let it burn brighter than ever - even if it consumes her.

Trigger warning(s): Some dub-con and non-con (always flagged), heavily dark atmosphere

What to Expect:

🖤 Angst, tragedy, dark themes & power struggles

🖤 Hot Melkor / Morgoth

🖤 Character studies and deep introspections

🖤 First Age of Arda shenanigans and (attempted) canon-adherence

🖤 Big Nosferatu / Phantom of the Opera vibes

🖤 Slow-burn & Cosmic Connection (Martanis ftw)

🖤 Messy “love” triangle of sorts?

Chapters: 29/? (Who knows!)

Word count: 218k and counting

Updates: weekly/biweekly, generally (life happens!)

Credits: To the incredible EisforEverything (@theriverwild) on AO3 and her fic “That which lies across the sea” - the fic that got me into reading Tolkien in the first place - to all my Twitter moots who feed my brainrot daily and to Lizzie (@thatbluebox) for some of the pictures in this moodboard!

[peachy-tokki]

The Gift

Mairon via ósanwë: Meet me at the forge to try on your Gift.

It's official. Martanis is Tokki's OTP! Sorta kinda inspired by Pick a Star, and Follow it Home hehe.

You're welcome to imagine when this timeline takes place. In my hc, they're preparing for war against Melkor. I know the phoenix doesn't exist in Tolkien's works, and of course, idgaf lol.

Through fire and ash, a new Middle-earth is born.

Cropped Artanis in case anyone wants to use it as a pfp! Girl, those diamonds are bigger and brighter than my future. 💎

Here's Mairon cropped and zoomed in. I actually drew him with JL's likeness first and wasn't satisfied with it. So, I went back to CV. I guess we just have our preferences! Not sure if I'll continue drawing Mairon like this.

[anardilyas]

#HaladrielValentines2025 Day 4 - Mairon & Artanis

He felt her light as he sung in Eru’s choir. A little strand of music, echoing in his head, wrapping around his heart eons before she was born.

It was one thing that made him resist. The certainty that one day she would be his.

[ffaleruv]

Under the Shadows — Galadriel and Sauron

The night enveloped the forest like a veil of starry silk, and the scent of roses blended with the gentle breeze. In the heart of the garden, Galadriel rested in Sauron’s arms, her delicate fingers tracing the contours of his face. Without his imposing armor, without the mask of war, he was merely a man before her, a being marked by time, by the burden of choices, yet here, in her presence, he seemed stripped of everything except love.

"You always return to me," she whispered, her eyes shining like lakes under the moonlight.

Sauron gazed at her, his amber eyes steeped in silent devotion. He raised a hand, tracing a gentle path along Galadriel’s arm, as if trying to etch that sensation into his very soul.

"Always, as long as there are stars in the sky," he murmured.

Galadriel’s heart tightened, for she knew the world outside would tear them apart, that darkness and light were destined to dance on opposite sides of existence. But here, among the roses, wrapped in the night and each other’s warmth, they were simply themselves, two ancient spirits, intertwined by something neither time nor fate could erase.

She smiled softly and pulled his face closer. Their lips met in a tender, unhurried kiss, as if the universe itself had paused to witness that moment. In that instant, it did not matter that he was a lord of shadows and she, a guardian of light. Here, among petals and silent promises, Sauron and Galadriel belonged only to each other.

[fatcatlittlebox]

Martanis AU: Melkor's hate and obsession drive him to capture Artanis and the Silmarils. His most loyal servant and lieutenant, Mairon, is tested when tasked to guard Morgoth's greatest trophies. Meanwhile, Artanis finds herself at the center of both Ainur's fascination and ire as she conspires her escape and revenge.

Inspired by Chains of Light and Shadow by Iconicament3 (x)

[galstelperion]

Galadriel has the light of the two trees ensnared in her hair:

“...and her hair was held a marvel unmatched. It was golden like the hair of her father and of her foremother Indis, but richer and more radiant, for its gold was touched by some memory of the starlike silver of her mother, and the Eldar said that the light of the Two Trees had been snared in her tresses.”

— Unfinished Tales, "The History of Galadriel and Celeborn"

And her eyes bore a sheen of starlight of which the Calaquendi who beheld the light of Valinor for many years held:

I find the prevailing theory that Sauron covets her light in the same way Morgoth coveted the Silmarils very interesting. That he would see in her a faded memory he had not even thought to reach for, the memory of being Aule’s disciple, the memory of being Mairon the admirable, not Sauron the abhorred.

But the light he desires most, that he would burn the entire world for, rejects him, burns him, just as the Silmarils burned Morgoth…

But Morgoth persisted in capturing the silmarils light and for a time wore the three glittering stones on his crown:

“For they were set in the Iron Crown, and treasured in Angband above all wealth; and Balrogs were about them, and countless swords, and strong bars, and unassailable walls, and the dark majesty of Morgoth.”

— The Silmarillion, Chapter 19: Of Beren And Luthien

— art by neexsethe

Now I wonder if this connection they are making to her hair and to the light Galadriel holds, how he longs for it so deeply it even brings that smile back to his eyes…

There are many who might say this conversation he had with Mirdania is purely manipulative in nature and I would agree to an extent. He certainly went into to that conversation with the intention of turning her worries about what she’d seen away from suspecting him…

At the same time, I also don’t think this touch was calculated and intentional. This scene felt very well done because it showed us, for the first time in many episodes, perhaps a hint to Sauron’s truest desires again. Galadriel’s light and hope and goodness being at the very of that.

Mirdania will die off in an episode or two. This scene was clearly meant to fully establish and really remind the audience of what Sauron wants most…

I can’t help but think this scene will somehow be reflected in his persistence to capture Galadriel, and if, like Morgoth before him, he will have the chance to keep that light bound with him, even for a small time?

[minamorsart]

The only thing worse than a vampire hunter who hates vampires: the vampire who loves her.

For centuries Galadriel's family has sworn an oath to vanquish the evil vampire Morgoth for bringing darkness into the world. Years have passed since Morgoth's defeat, but his successor Sauron has risen to power, and his ambitions to heal the world cannot be trusted.

After her brother Finrod loses his life to werewolves, Galadriel inherits his oath, vowing to hunt down Sauron and avenge her family once and for all. Little does she know, however, that not only will her quest tempt her with hidden desires she'd scarcely allowed herself to feel before, but whispers of Morgoth's return have begun to echo throughout the land, spreading like a long-forgotten plague...

Inspired by 2004 Van Helsing 🦇❤️

[mirroringdust]

For @haladrielsweek 😊

There are some things you want to forget. You have buried them deep in your mind until, at selected moments, unexpectedly, they return.

When they do, it feels like a flash of floating images streaming through your mind, filling everything with consciousness where there was only a covered veil over your mind. As if someone has lifted the curtain on a lost piece of your mind. It had been swept away like dirt under a stone, brushed away like a feeling you didn’t need, until you do.

And then you realise it was never dirt. When the long-forgotten dust flies into the air and it glimmers, you realise it was sparks all along. And you missed them, you need them.

Galadriel needs them.

He must have erased that memory from her mind. She is sure he has. But as his strength seems to fade, to fall into the abyss of trying and never achieving, he has released a shackle from her feelings. And now, suddenly, she sees it again.

It takes her back centuries. She can't quite make out the exact time because everything is still a blur. Clouds surround her and she seems to be drifting somewhere with no direction other than her desperate hope for change. She feels her own presence in this place she has also left long ago, not forgotten but abandoned in her constant quest for resurrection.

She held her head high, trying to take in the full view of her surroundings. She knows that she was grown up then, but still young, not yet marked by the ache she would be cursed with in the centuries to come. A spell so everlasting that it could never be lifted. But would these memories give new meaning to the endless sequences of stumbling blocks? Would it turn her soul around? She can't suppress the constant uneasiness that plagues her, but somehow she can feel something now that was permeated with threads of gold. Unstained, unshattered.

Her hands tremble as the memory becomes clearer and the realisation, slowly, seeped into her mind.

Galadriel made a few steps forward. She marvels and frowns at his power over her mind. She can still sense the marble under her delicate shoes, making her feel every unevenness of the ground, and the light white dress, gently falling over her silhouette.

She knew who was waiting for her. It was not the first time they had met. Here in this distant temple, it was perhaps the fourth time he had seen him waiting for her, and all those memories had simply turned into ruins of old, forgotten palaces.

Now, as the images are reappearing in her mind, she can fill them with all the colours and outlines she knew. This place is so familiar to her that it doesn’t take much to flesh out the pictures. She knows that above her, light had floated through wide and enormous, triangular windows, the delicate glass separated by patterns of tree branches. The brightness was invited into the hall below, rather than held back by the dividing transparent substance in those grand frames. Fumellar bloomed beneath her feet, their little heads lifted to the skies and the scent still delights her heart, even after all these years.The walls were painted in magnificent, luminous amber and ivory tones and the pillars were wrapped in glowing ivy, ever growing in the light of the trees.

(Continue on AO3)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63259462