#adar x reader

[heilith]

Sage Blossoms

Another something for Scribbles and Drabbles 2023, for this stunning piece of art (clicky) by @clumsycopy. This one suddenly grew into a longfic, so yeah...it's just the beginning. Buckle up, have a pleasant ride.

@fall-for-tolkien

Sage Blossom, Part 1

Miserable and soaking wet.

Half-dressed. And sorely regretful no one was there to hear the cheerful rhythm your teeth were making in vain attempts to meet.

You could do with a laugh.

Or with an embrace.  

The drawbar had always been too heavy for you. You’d never been able to budge it on your own, not with your ludicrous bony hands.

The horses behind the thick oaken door were still raging. You prayed it was not a rat this time. That last incident with a parton’s horse cost the inn twice your yearly wage. You hadn’t had a new piece of cloth on you since.  

The rainwater was meandering down your face, sprouting new and new rivulets. The skin it touched was quickly turning numb.

The smell came first… A strange blend of dead embers and no longer living flesh. For an instant it seemed to you it was oozing from between the doors to the stables.

The thought of fire was far scarier than the thought of rats.

A horse inside let out a high-pitched shriek, making your hair stand on end.

You shrank back and choked on a short outcry at finding yourself locked between a pair of arms, reaching for the drawbar.  

The presence you’d collided with let out a sound, too, a something you could hear coming out of a mouth curled up in self-ridicule.

Strange as it was, it calmed you down.

A dozen years of serving lord and vagabonds had taught you to know a danger at the first syllable it sent in your direction.

The look you ventured at the man did nothing but add to your surmise. If anything, it was his slouching countenance that reassured you completely. That, and his eyes, the best feature on an otherwise unhandsome face.

He was holding your gaze silently, perhaps, waiting for you to be the first to say something.

It was hard to look away, no matter how troublesome a feeling the expression in his eyes was giving you. He knew exactly how much he had scared you, and what measure you had measured him with, and how by now you had no doubts that unsettling smell was coming off him, after all. And he was jeering at you, you could tell it for sure, in a way a wiseman could jeer at a baby trying to read its first word.

“Why you?” said he at last.

His voice had the same ashy quality to it as his whole self, as if his throat was burnt.  

“The grooms won’t return till the morning.”

The question brought you to the reality where your nightgown and the poor excuse of a shawl were still dripping with cold water and the horses still were going insane, shut in four walls with something that had scared them to death.

“I’m sorry, I have to…”

He didn’t let you finish.

The drawbar came out of the slots without a spare hitch. You couldn’t expect him to dispose of it with enough care, but he did, leaning the thing against the jamb in a weirdly habitual manner.

The dark mouth of the doorframe had swallowed him before you could utter a word of protest.

The beasts screamed so loud you jumped back faintheartedly, giving up the intention of following him.  

A century had passed in feverish struggle with yourself. You had to be there, and you had no courage to step over the threshold.

Your senses were strained to the limit that didn’t seem possible.

To your relief, little by little the clamour started dying down. The horses were falling silent one after another. First there were four of them, then two, then the last one sobbed quietly and all you could hear was a monotonous raspy whisper. Eventually it trailed off, too, leaving the rain the only thing to beget any sound at all.

There was a fresh cut on his cheek, when he stepped out into the yard again. In the scant moonlight the streaks of blood looked almost black to you.   

“Go back to bed, child,” dropped he without any feeling, “You do not wish to die in sickness.”

His breath was coming out weary, too weary for you not to put down your guard once more. With the sense you could find no name for you felt that whatever he had done had cost him more than it was worth.  And you deemed yourself guilty for that.

It was a silly move.

An obvious mistake.

The way his whole body convulsed at the touch of your shawl against his cheek made that clearer than daylight. In that brief moment your eyes met his again, there was such fury in them it made you nauseous.  

But you went on with it till you wiped away all the traces of blood and dirt and could be sure the wound was clean at least by the look.   

“Take care of it, please,” you said firmly.

The stables remained unlocked.

But you didn’t even think of it, as you turned away to leave.

#rop #rings of power #adar #adar x reader #scribbles and drabbles 2023 #rop fanfiction #fanfiction

[lordofthescrolls]

I will come back to you

Adar x reader

You believe your fiancé to be dead. After centuries of mourning, you find out something shocking after a battle in the Southlands.

Angst - Fluff

My boots hit the sturdy ground as I made my way to find Galadriel. The battle against the orca ended in our victory though who was to say that this was a true victory when lives were lost.

I have been alive long enough to know that the peace that these humans share is only temporary against a great evil. But not always… Not in Valinor. Not when I had…

“Your poem is quite lovely.” Enel remarked.

“You are just saying that.” I rolled my eyes with amusement.

“Now why would I tell the most beautiful elf in the entire universal a lie?” He asked.

My blush deepened, “Because you are blinded by my beauty that you cannot see what is truly in front of you.” I motioned to the scroll, the ink still slightly wet as the words of life dried on the page.

“On the contrary my melenith, my sight has never been so clear before.” He murmured leaning closer to me.

“And why should I believe you?” I asked as he brushed his lips against mine.

“Because as your future husband, I have nothing to hide from you.” He answered.

“General!” A young voice called out, “Princess!”

I turned my head towards the voice to find it belonged to the led who had been here king before Galadriel’s and my arrival.

I gave him a nod, “Yes?”

“I just wanted to thank you for helping.” He said.

“Of course.” I nodded.

“It’s been a long time since I have seen you. You were helping my group with training.” He explained.

“Ah.” I said in realization, “Arondir.”

That seemed to bring a smile to his face.

“I remember that I said I had high hopes for you.” I looked around before settling my eyes back on him again, “It seems that I was correct.”

“Thank you general or Princess (Y/N).”

“We fought in battle together, (y/n) will do just fine.” I recognized golden strands of silken hair, “It was very nice to catch up but I have some matters to attended to.” I gave him a polite smile.

“Of course my Princess, I mean (y/n).” He nodded before walking away.

“Riel.” I called to my friend who spun on her heel with nervous alarm. I paid little mind chopping it too after battle shock, “My squad and I have rounded up the remaining orcs. I believe that we should try and question the leader Adar before trying to get through to one of the orcs.“

“(Y/n).” She spoke my name gently.

I wasn’t paying attention continuing with my speech, “I hope that you have found this Adar? I’d rather not like to scavenge these woods tonight looking for a face I do not know.”

“(Y/n).” Galadriel spoke my name louder.

“Yes?” I spoke settling down, “Did something happen out there? Are you alright?” My motherly instincts kicked in. I gave her a once over but found that she was not visibly harmed, “Is it the queen? Or Halbrand?” I asked mentioning our new friend.

She shook her head and placed hers hand on my back, she led me somewhere less populated. Close to an old barn.

“Riel, you are scaring me.” I whispered feeling the rise of my heart beat.

“My friend, you have every right to be for what I am about to say is going to startle you from your very core.” She stated.

I gave her a nervous look as I waited for her to continue.

She grabbed my hands and in the calmest voice possible she stated, “Enel is alive. He… He is Adar.”

The world seemed to still at that moment as I took time to process her words fully.

“That cannot be. He was killed by Melkor.” I said seriously, “Melkor took him that night.”

“Melkor took him and turned him into an Ork.” Galadriel said solemnly.

Flashbacks of that dreadful night flooded my mind. It was dark and the only thing that gave us light was those dark and twisted flames as they consumed everything in terrible hunger.

Screams could be heard coming from our camp as a battle raged between Melkor and my fellow elves. My right leg was broken from the surprise ambush by monsters entering our safe haven. I muffled my cries in Enel’s tunic as he carried me towards the river. He set me down behind two boulders by the rushing waves.

“I need you to stay here and keep quiet.” He said, “I’ll be right back.”

“How can I just stay put when you’re going back?” I grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving.

“Your leg is broken melenith. I won’t allow for you to get hurt further.” He placed his hand over mine, his eyes darting every to search for potential threats.

The tears that welled in my eyes only burned from the grey smoke, “I’m not leaving you.”

“You know that I will return to you. I always do my melenith.” He pressed his forehead against mine before he gently kissed me and for a few short moments I forgot where I was.

And I continued to hold onto that even after I was told he was dead. And for years to come I clung to his smile as I mourned.

But, now there was a possibility that he was alive. He was alive and waiting for me in that barn. He was alive and was now Adar.

My breathing quickened as I tried to find the words to speak. But I didn’t want to speak or say another word until I saw for myself what my friend has confessed to me.

“You must understand that he is not the same elf you once knew.” Galadriel tried to explain but it fell upon deaf ears, “He has grown dark and twisted, made into a servant of Sauron.”

I passed Galadriel, heading straight for the barn that was currently being guarded by two soldiers.

“No one is aloud to enter.” The one on the right stated as both of their swords crossed over the door.

They barely had time to comprehend what had happened before I was slipping past them. Both of there swords now imbedded into the soil in front of their feet.

“Let her go.” I heard Galadriel command when they made a move to attempt to grab me.

That was the last thing I heard before the door slammed shut behind me.

Have I perhaps gone deaf? I was not entirely sure as sound seemed to be a distant voice as a familiar pair of eyes stared at me. Maybe I had died in battle and now I was home? But, then why would I imagine him older? He was still remarkable handsome even as he was warn down in chains. Maybe I am hallucinating then? A comma?

“(Y/n)…” He was the first to speak, that melancholy sound bring tears to my eyes as I let out a heart wrenching cry and ran towards him.

I threw myself I too of him as he struggled to catch me with his wrists chained. I didn’t care though. I didn’t care about anything expect the feeling of his skin on mine. Even if he did smell like he hasn’t bathed in weeks.

My sobs only got harder as I felt him wrap his arms around me. I grilled onto the back of his shirt, my arms circling his neck and my face pressed into the crook of his neck.

No other words were spoken for a long while. Only the shared sobs and sniffles as we cling onto each other as if we were a drift at see and trying to stay afloat.

“I have been looking for you since I freed myself.” Enel spoke after a while.

Freed… The thought of him being captured… Tortured… Lost to the strength of the light. It tormented my soul.

I pulled away from him, my face stained with tears, “I’m so sorry.” I said as the guilt poured from my soul, “I should have known. I should have looked harder for you. I shouldn’t have believed that you were dead. Please forgive me.” I pleaded as I knelt in front of him, palms fisted into my thighs.

He gently placed his hands over mine, bring me back into him, “You have no need to apologize melenith. I have never once blamed you for my capture. You were the only thing that kept me from going mad.”

I placed my hands on his cheeks, my thumb gently running over his scars, “What are we to do now my love?” I whispered, “They will not let you go.”

“I know.” He closed his eyes leaning in to my touch. Oh how he yearned for this moment that will soon be a distant memory, “Which is why I need you to let me go.” His gaze stared solemnly into mine.

I shook my head immediately at his absurd response, “No. No, the gods have just bestowed upon me the greatest gift… You.”

“I have done terrible things (Y/N).” His gaze lowered, “I am not the elf you once knew.”

“I know.” I nodded with a heavy heart, “But that doesn’t change my mind.”

“I cannot stay here. My children out there…” He looked to side, “I promised them a world where they could live freely. They need me.”

I let out a sigh and the room fell quiet. It was a while before I spoke again, every word a soft reminder, “Each night I prayed to the heavens to allow me to be with you again and now you are here.” I placed my hand on his cheek once again and gently prompted him to look at me, “The heavens have granted me my wish and nothing, I mean nothing will ever separate us again.”

He pressed his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling, “Then will you come with me?” He asked.

“I will follow you to the end of the world.” I replied in full honesty.

“Then come back here when you feel the ground begin to shake.” He stated.

#lord of the rings #lotr imagine #rings of power #adar x reader #lord adar #adar trop #lord of the rings imagine #adar imagine

[jetiisyandereclones]

Adar x reader

Alright, The Rings of Power fic that absolutely no one asked for, because the interrogation of Adar had me in a death grip.

Spoilers under the cut.

Warnings:

POTENTIAL SPOILERS

Adar x (f)reader

(F)Reader insert, MC (main character)

(F)Character of no description

Smut (semi public)

Nudity

Mentions of blood and injury

Manipulation

This works on the theory that Adar is Maglor, second son of Feanor, with my own idea that he was alive during the Quest to Erebor, meeting reader in the Misty Mountains after she was separated from the company

After its revealed he’s an escaped prisoner that the Elves had been hunting for years, MC goes to him. She refuses to believe what he’s done for her. All the times he’s helped her and saved her had been a lie. A manipulation.

She couldn’t believe that.

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The Uruk looks up at her. He looks like he’s on the verge of tears. Not unusual.

Strangely, he always looks like he’s about to cry. No matter what his emotions may be. But this time he looked much closer to crying than normal.

Mc eyed the black blood drying and flaking on the side of his head. It was from the blow the wizard dealt him when he tried to run. MC kept her eyes on the wound, staunchly refusing to look him in the eye. Another one he wouldn’t have if not for her.

She had been in pursuit when her borrowed horse hit a root and fell, breaking his neck from the fall, trapping her beneath him. Adar had stopped, looking towards the caves before turning back. Prying the horse off of her.

Amazingly, she had avoided injury, and was looking over her. Trying to pull her up. Pick her up.

MC knew she couldn’t do this. He was her friend, she thought.

She couldn’t be the one to stop him, to imprison him. shes far too attached to see him in chains on her account.

“Go. Just, please go. I won’t stop you. But they will!”

Adar looked over her, watching the horizon as he heard howling and hoof beats in the distance, coming ever closer.

“No. I followed you here. I will not give you up now.”

MC squirmed in his arms, trying to fight against his strengthening grip on her body.

“Are you mad?! They’ll kill you!”

Adar was about to retort when he was struck with what looked like a bolt of lightning. Knocking him out and opening a large gash on his temple. Gandalf had been in closer pursuit than he had thought.

Adar fell to the ground, his body crushing MC below him, knocking the breath out of her.

After that day, he was shackled in a tent outside of camp. They had dragged him back and left him there to bleed and starve while they tried to contact the Lady Galadriel.

He had been her prisoner for years and years before he escaped. And by all accounts she was eager to have him in her cells once again.

MC was left to deal with her own conflict. She needed to see him. Talk to him, against everyone’s wishes, especially Thorin’s.

But MC payed them no mind, she had her own quest to find answers, and she would complete it.

Taking a bucket of hot water and a clean rag, along with some antiseptic soap, she made her way to her supposed ‘friends’ cell, entering without so much as a warning, but he showed no shock, if anything, he seemed to relax a little in her presence.

Looking up at her, at the soap in her hands as she put down the bucket, kneeling next to him.

Adar chuckled wryly.

“How hospitable of my enemies to allow me the materials to bath. They are most generous captors indeed.”

MC’s face warmed a little at his speculation.

“Those enemies are my people, my friends and allies. Family even. By association that makes me your enemy too.”

Adar tilted his head back and to the side, a brow arched slightly and a small smirk twisting his features.

“Narrow mindedness is unbecoming of you, Sunlight.”

MC wrung her wash cloth out with a little extra aggression, agitated at the Uruk’s apparent lack of care, even amusement at his predicament, at her.

“Lies and deceit don’t suit you. Besides, they didn’t want me to come here. Unsurprisingly The King and The Elves would much rather see you die from infection. There are guards outside to, in Thorin’s words, ensure I'm not damaged while wasting supplies.”

Adar hummed. His distaste for her company apparent, as it always had been from the start.

“And these are the ones you call allies, friends and family? You are far too giving in your good will. And in any case, how did you procure the supplies if I was forbade from their use? Did the good girl steal them on my own account? I’m flattered.”

MC curled her lip at his mocking, stinging words.

She was well aware that she was seen as being ‘too soft hearted’ for the quest, an image she had done everything to prove wrong. Not that it mattered now, Adar had successfully undone any progress she had made to try and prove herself worthy of ‘The King under the Mountain’s Company.

“You have no right to condemn my ‘good will’ not as the current main receiver of it. Keep in mind it is my ‘Good will’ that keeps you alive right now. And for your information, the supplies are my own. He can’t dictate how I use my own property.”

MC carefully dabs the lathered up cloth against the mans head a little too roughly to be a mistake, expecting him to hiss at the contact. He doesn't blink, staring at her with what she would almost call affection.

“Thank you.” Adar whispered softly, sensing MC’s agitation.

“Huh?” MC questioned, having distracted herself from the conversation by cleaning his head wound.

Adar looked at her, his eyes seemingly sincere.

“I know your will has kept me fed and sheltered these past months. And I am grateful.”

MC nodded, not knowing what to say. Instead she decided to focus on his head wound, the black blood had long stopped and all that was left was to clean his face.

A few minutes passed, MC had moved on from his wound, cleansing his entire face. Adar couldn’t suppress a shiver at the gentle attention she showed his lips.

But it wasn’t meant to last and finally, MC broke the silence.

“Why are you doing this?”

Adar shrugged slightly, rattling chains emphasising the small movement.

“It’s been an age since someone cared for me like this. It feels nice”

MC narrowed her eyes, not in the mood for the Uruk’s games.

“No, Not that. Why are you still here. You could have escaped into the mountains, but you chose to help me.”

“I recall a vow made to ensure no harm came to you. Had I left you there, you would have been devoured by wolves before the wizard could find you.”

MC looked down at the bloodied rag in her hands.

“I wasn’t aware you took your vows so seriously.”

Adar looked sharply at her.

“There’s not much I can still claim to have, but for you, I could discover the last bit of honour in my heart. For you, I will always keep my word.”

MC didn’t say anything, the sheer sincerity and intensity forming a pit if anxiety in her stomach.

Rising the rag of the rancid blood, she looked down at the slightly brown water, then eyed the rest of Adar. Standing up MC went to the entrance of the tent, calling for another 3 buckets from the pot she had boiled at her own campsite

The guards, reluctant and begrudging as they were, agreed to it.

Adar tilted his head at the younger woman.

MC looked back at Adar, noticing his quizzical expression.

“You’re filthy. Do you want me to leave? I can leave the soap if you-”

Adars hand shot out. Making MC jump at his grip.

Slowly he brought her hand up to his shirt, his armour long stripped from his body. The Uruk pressed MC’s hand over his heart. He felt warm under her palm.

“Stay, please.”

MC nodded, throat dry. She took her slightly shaking hand away to slide a bag around to his side. He hadn’t even noticed she had it.

Adar gestured to the bag

“What’s in that?”

MC looked down at where Adar was staring.

“A gift from an old friend of yours. Apparently from before your days as an orc.”

Adar froze, his only movement was the flutter of his eyelids as he looked up and into empty space, mind 1000 miles away.

“Elrond…” He whispered, his eye twitching a little.

MC nodded.

The emotional storm behind Adar’s eyes broke slightly. A single tear slid down his face and she didn’t know if he was angry, sad, jealous, or elated.

She could only describe his expressions the mounting emotions of a thousand years of loneliness and longing.

MC quickly wiped the tear away as the guard came back with the water.

She told the guard him and the others they could go. There was no danger here for her. They hesitated, but eventually complied, having no desire to remain in the corrupted elf’s stench.

Once they were gone, Adar confirming they were back at camp, MC slowly started to cleanse his head and upper torso, starting with his greasy hair, massaging the scalp and loosely tying it up so it didn’t get in the way.

She swore she heard him purr as she rubbed behind his ear. Then working her way down his neck she hit his shoulders, blocked from view by his shirt.

MC couldn’t get it off. Not with his chains. So instead she reached into her skirt, procuring a small dagger. She held it up to the light, showing him the gleaming blade, allowing him to keep it in his sights.

“I'm just going to cut that shirt off okay. I'm not going to hurt you.”

Her face was burning with the implications of her words. MC knew for a fact they were not lost on Adar either, if his sighed laugh was anything to go by.

“Oh sunlight. My body is yours to do what you want with.”

MC nearly choked at this. Both the words, and the fact he seemed so genuine. Even going so far as to lean back, his head tilted to rest against the pole he was tied to, his neck open to her. Completely vulnerable as he closed his eyes to enjoy the woman’s hands working over him

Adar felt the tell tale coldness of steel against his skin,, heard the tear of his filthy undershirt being cut, then the tug of the woman tearing it off. However it took longer to get the shirt off than she thought.

The material was old, but thick and sturdy. It did not tear easy. But MC was determined to have him bare chested.

After several minutes of cutting and ripping in the wrong places, his Sunlight finally managed to get the shirt, Which was now reduced to ribbons, off of him.

She was panting a little from the effort and Adar couldn’t help but smirk a little. He could have told her where to cut, or even offered to rip his shirt off himself.

But what fun was that?

Trying to get her breathing under control, MC went to get her rag, dipping it in the dirty, but still usable water.

She’d get rid of most of the grime with the dirtied water, before cleaning him fully with the cooling clean water.

MC soaped up the rag, and approached the man. She truly did think of him as a friend, but she had to admit.

He stank.

The smell of the road, sweat, blood and orc all over him. Kneeling in front of his pallid, scarred, but still very strong chest, MC decided it was safest to work on his arms first.

Somewhere neutral.

Or so she thought.

He was grabby. Flirty even.

Whenever she brought the soapy rag close to his hand, he'd grab at her, entwining their fingers only fro her to have to untangle herself from him to move on.

His affections did not dim as she moved to his neck and chest.

She stuttered a little when it came to cleaning his chest. The intimacy spooking her, but swallowed and continued on.

If he was displeased by her contact, he wasn’t showing it, preferring instead to just watch her, a hand resting on the floor next to her thigh.

Sometimes he flexed and stretched his fingers, to whatever memory had captured his mind and occasionally, she felt them brush against the skirt of her dress.

Despite the fact that she had him shirtless before her, his chest out on full display, these light touches made her breath catch more than the sight of his broad shoulders.

And if she didn’t know better, shed say he was doing it on purpose, reaching for her through the haze of his daydreams.

Eventually she was done with his chest and back, a massage having coaxed sweet whines and moans from him. The kinds of which she hadn’t heard a man produce before.

The ones she had gotten so close with had been guarded, too concerned with appearing in control that they hadn’t allowed themselves to enjoy her own touches.

An issue that doesn’t seem to effect the man in front of her.

Moving out from behind his back and gently laying him back to lean against the pole, she was faced with another issue...

What was she going to do with his lower body? She couldn’t possibly just undress him fully...

Could she?

Adar noticed the woman’s dilemma and decided to put her out of her misery.

“You may remove them.”

MC snapped her face up to his.

“Huh?”

“I am giving you permission to undress me, lay me bare and Finnish your mission of cleaning me.”

MC swallowed hard, her face warming at an alarming rate.

“Uh, all of you?”

She really didn’t want to gesture down at the bulge between his legs, but it wasn’t needed. He knew what she was getting at.

“All of me, my Sunlight. Do not worry. I will make no advances towards you…”

“Even so, wouldn’t it be better if I left you to clean yourself up for this part?”

Adar laughed.

“Oh no, sweetheart. You're hands are much more pleasurable than mine.”

MC giggled nervously. Trembling hands reached for the strings of his pants, pulling them loose.

Mc looked straight down at Adar’s thighs as she pulled his pants off, him helpfully raising his hips. Absolutely no shame to be found.

MC silently huffed.

She guessed if she lived that long shed probably give no fucks either.

But still. It didn’t escape his notice that she was NOT looking up from her task. The rhythmic and soothing sound or the rag getting dipped in the water bucket and lathered up the only sound breaking the deafening silence.

Adars legs twitched as she ran the rag up his thigh. Cleaning his inner leg before veering off towards his hip bone...

Adar had to smirk at the scene before him.

Without knowing it, she was managing to give him the best tease he’s had in a long, LONG time.

But still, he decided it was time to move this game forward.

“I think my legs are clean enough. Don’t you?”

MC froze.

She had deliberately been avoiding the area between his legs, hoping he’d take over for her.

Not because she didn’t want to touch and care and feel him in his most vulnerable state.

But because she did.

However now he had cornered her.

Adar leaned forward towards MC.

“Don’t be shy. I vow I mean you no harm Sunlight”

Mc hesitated, rinsing the rag before going for one of the clean buckets.

She supposed this area would he more delicate, and would require completely clean water.

Adar watched in amusement.

She was so flighty. So obvious.

He could smell her want from across the camp, the poor thing.

She had been needing for a long time.

However. Determined to save some face, she bravely ignored her own needs, and if he was right, her own heart.

No mind. He’d show her soon.

For now, he would have mercy and guide her.

Adar took the cloth from her hand and left it to the side, taking the soap and putting it into her hands.

At her shocked look of realisation he again tilted his head.

“The material is too rough, sweet one. You may use your hands. Like this.”

Adar took her smaller, soapy hand in his. He wrapped it around his proud, leaking cock gently and guided her hand up and down, taking her free hand to clean down the base of his shaft and his balls.

She must've had some experience cause muscle memory kicked in. And she started gently massaging without his direction.

Adar sighed, his head leaning back as she stroked him.

But soon enough she had deemed him clean, scooping water with her hands in order to rinse off the delicate and sensitive flesh of his manhood.

They were almost done, mc directing him to kneel up, grant her access to the back of his thighs.

He swore she took great pleasure in lathering him up, an ass woman, he supposed.

He also noticed her increasingly bleary eyed expression, the way her face leant against his thigh. Rubbing closer and closer to his cock as her clever little fingers worked their way in between his leg and up towards the base of his spine, dragging soapy water behind them as a thin disguise to her true wants.

Finally, MC’s face was where he had dreamed of it being for so long, lovingly pressed against him, soft lips brushing maddeningly against his shaft, her fingers playing around his ass before moving to squeeze at him, digging her fingers into his skin.

Adar wanted nothing more than to let her have her fill of him, but their first time would not end in him emptying down her throat.

So reluctantly, almost painfully he bid her to back off, stand.

MC whined at the loss of contact before blinking, her eyes widening at what she had almost done.

The woman scrambled away, babbling apologies but Adar would hear None of them.

He grabbed her, snagging her by her cloak, and pulled her to him.

Holding her in a tight embrace he took her face in his hands, crouching down so he was eye to eye with her, hoping that she saw nothing but his adoration.

His devotion.

Gently, he placed a kiss on her forehead then spoke.

“I think, it might be getting too cold to be in this state. Would you mind rinsing me, then helping me redress?”

MC nodded silently, grabbing another bucket.

Looking him over she decided how to do this.

“Can you stand, tip the bucket over yourself?”

Adar nodded as he stood up, the chains keeping him close to the pole with the added height

Somehow being naked only made him seem bigger and more imposing to his human audience.

MC couldn’t say he was perfectly sinewy and lean like the other elves shed seen.

Adar was older. He’d seen more punishment and pain.

Victories and failures painted his sickly pale skin, in areas his flesh seemed to hang off his bones from lack of eating.

But all of these facts MC didn’t see. To her, he was as strong as stone and unstoppable as a raging river. The scares over his body carving their way over his body like the carvings on his armour, almost hypnotising.

A grotesque work of art.

MC watched as she passed Adar the bucket, admiring the shift and flex of his body as he raised it above his head, emptying the water over himself and sighing as he felt truly clean for the first time in the longest time.

Mc broke herself out of her trance, her gaze shifting to the small sack of clothes.

Rifling through it, she found a small, lightweight towel and threw it to Adar, smiling as it hit his face.

MC then picked up his clothes and handed them to him.

“I didnt know you could take an elf by surprise.”

Adar hummed in amusement.

“My lady your attack was cowardly and underhanded.”

MC handed him his pants.

“I'm sure the shame will follow me to my grave. Here.”

Adar looked at the clothing. Eyes far before finally taking them from her.

“These are mine...”

“what was that?”

“These. They are mine. From...so long ago. He kept them all these years. Elrond.”

MC looked at the way Adar brushed his thumb over the soft material in his hands.

“He didn’t tell me what your history was...”

“That’s best left in the past. For now at least. Now is not the time to be reminiscing.”

Adar fastened his pants. Soft and worn in perfectly to him, despite the twisted years reflected on his body.

Mc handed him his shirt.

“What is it the time for then?”

Adar awkwardly wrestled with the shirt, trying to find a way to put it on despite the chains. Eventually simply feeding the thin cloth under his shackles.

“I believe I owe you an explanation. Come, sit.

I was in those caves a long time. Inconceivably long, for someone of your kind. I had forgotten what warmth felt like.

But then you appeared. But it had not been the first time in saw your face.”

MC’s brow scrunched. She KNOWS she had never met adar before.

“Has anyone ever told you elves were prone to prosthetic dreams?

Visions of an ever changing future. As shifting as sand.

Well. I have had one dream. Ever since I was imprisoned by the lady of Lothlorian.

It sent me to those caves. Kept me there until that day came around.”

The sinking feeling returned to MC’s stomach,

“What was the dream?”

Adar swallowed.

“You. I saw you. Us together. Bound by blood and rope and steel.

I waited for 1000 years for you and then suddenly, there you were.

Why, do I keep following you, only to be chained once again for it?

Because you kept me prisoner. All those years in the dark I waited Sunlight. Waited and waited and waited. And then you were there. You held the key to my prison and thought you could just run off with it?

I don’t know why the Valar sent me those visions but they never changed. As steadfast a comfort as they were an unrelenting torment.

But you're here, with me now. And I wish to keep it that way, come hell or high tide.

You were sent to me for a reason. The gods made you for me.

As my doom or my saving grace, we will have to wait to find out. If you'll have me.”

MC was frozen. Whatever she was expecting, it had not been that.

“Adar....”

Adar closed in, his nose bumping against hers gently.

“Maglor. My name is Maglor.”

MC leaned in, bringing her lips so close to his.

“Maglor, kiss me?”

Maglor closed the gap, sealing their lips together. MC moaned into the kiss, only getting louder as they split apart.

Maglor nipped at her bottom lip in reprimand.

“Hush, Sunlight. Do not let them hear.”

MC went to nip back at Maglor’s lips but he pulled back.

“Sunlight, do you want this. If you say yes. I will not stop. Ever.

Elves bond for life, where you go, I will be. Do you understand?”

“I understand. I will have you, Maglor. Uruk or elf, I will have you.”

Maglor groaned almost imperceptibly as he kissed his Sunlight, enjoying the intoxicating warmth of her lips.

MC’s hands fumbled at the draw string of Maglor’s pants, frustrated that she couldn’t get them undone.

Maglor chuckled.

“Peace, my love. Let me do this, you get comfortable.”

MC straddled his lap, facing the man as she went to pull off her dress, fully ready to bare herself to the elf in front of her but he stopped her.

“There is nothing I wish for more than the two of us to he able to love under the sky, naked to the gods with nothing to hide, but I fear this time we shall have to be cautious. Our enemies are listening. Waiting. And you are for my eyes only. The dress stays on.”

MC groaned, but cooperated. His words held truth.

Finally, FINALLY Maglor had freed himself.

He was as ready as he was before and MC wasted no time sinking down onto him, the stretch of him burning and she whimpered, her head buried in his chest. The neck of his shirt exposing his skin to her as she rested her cheek against it.

Maglor shushed her, cooing and rubbing his scarred cheek against her.

Once she felt she had relaxed enough, MC began to rock on Maglor. Slowly and gently.

It was a tender coupling despite the circumstances, full of whispered praises.

However, it was not to last, Maglor had just slipped a hand under MC’s skirt when he heard footsteps, their unfortunate arrival coinciding with the irresistible pulsing of his Sunlight’s warm, wet walls.

The lady of Lorien herself burst into the tent, and saw the position they were in.

She immediately tried to reason with the young, enchanted woman, not daring to come any closer to the dangerous Uruk before her.

“MC, don’t listen to him, he’s bewitching you. You don’t have to do this!”

Maglor sighed, smirking. The slight release of breath the only giveaway to the raging pleasure and love he was releasing into his Sunlight that very moment.

“I'm afraid it is already done, we are bound”

His face was the absolute image of composure as he faced down his long time captor, his orgasm washing over him

Galadriel looked down at the scene in disgust, MC’s legs shaking as Maglor granted her her own release, thumb discreetly playing with her clit under her dress, which covered them both, hiding their actions.

She tucked her head into Maglor’s chest, hiding from the elves in the room as she came down from her orgasm.

Galadriel sneered at Maglor.

“If you are bound, then she is truly lost to us. Chain her, with her lover. They can rot together in lightless cells.”

Galadriel stormed out of the tent, followed by the guards once they had chained the elf and human together, binding them to the pole. She would not admit the guilt that ate her at allowing her cousin to take a human into his web of lies and deception.

Inside the tent, still held tight inside his sunlight Maglor held her close, kissing her forehead before pressing his against the crown of her head.

Looking her in the eye, a whispered “good girl” was all she heard before falling asleep against him.

Come morning, the only thing in the tent were the shackles that helped tie the woman and elf together. Open and empty

#rings of power #Adar #adar x reader #smut #Yandere

[amfilth]

ADAR

I think I'm speaking for every Adar simp when I say that... WE NEED MORE FANFICS!!!

There are barely any fanfics about him and I know that many people are crushing on him

So please PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING I'M BEGGING YOU ALLLLLLLLLL!!!!

I am gonna try to write something myself but please if you're creative or just like him do ittttttttt!!!!!

#adar #adar rings of power #lord of the rings #lotr series #rings of power #uruk #adar smut #adar x reader

[steve-needs-a-hug]

Dating Adar would include...

·       Going for early morning walks in the forest, watching the sun rise together

·       Playing with baby Wargs (Warglings? Warglets? you know what i mean)

·       Painting his nails

·       He teaches you some Quenya

·       He rarely opens up about his past, but when he does, he appreciates you being there for him and not prying too much

·       He lets you brush his hair and put flowers in it

·       The Uruks start calling you mom

(Inspired by this post)

#feel free to add moreeeee #adar #rings of power #rop adar #adar lord-father #adar x reader #uruk daddy #rings of power imagine #adar imagine

[tamariasykes-art]

Adar Headcanons Part 2/?:

A mixed bag, but the primary focus is on affection/ being affectionate. Reader mentioned here is gender neutral as usual.

His love language are physical touch or acts of service. He is not the type to be overly affectionate, but he will show someone how much he cherishes them through little gestures. A soft kiss on your temple, a gentle embrace whenever you feel upset or stressed.

He is very attuned to the needs to people around him and does everything to make sure they are taken care off. Then, he will look after himself. He gives a lot, without asking for much in return.

He wouldn’t feel comfortable with the thought of asking for more of your love or time and merely accepts how much or how little you give him. Even if he treasures every little act of love from you, there will always be a bit of reservation on his part, because he knows that good things can be gone as quickly as they arrive.

When you do spoil him with attention, he practically melts under your touch. You can feel his breath slow down, his eyes become heavy and he will fall silent. He was not aware how much he missed the presence of another person in his life.

And if it is possible, he likes you to be by his side as often as you can. There is no need for words or gestures, if you sit next to him while he watches some of the wargs play fighting with each other.

If you begin to grown closer, he will ask you for permission to touch or hold you. Your comfort and boundaries are very important to him and he would never want to upset or hurt you.

Once you are in a relationship with him and live together, he will start to rest more. He might not sleep every time, but it calms him immensely when he you lay next or on top of him with your face buried in the crook of his neck.

He loves all his children the same, but how affectionate he is with each of them depends on their bond and on their age. He tends to dote on the younger uruks, but is also quick to reprimand them when they are acting thoughtless.

On his mind are often the elders and the weaker members of his family. He spends a lot of time with them, tending to any ailment they may have, offering a helping in hand or exchanging stories of days gone by. 

If one of his children needs him, he will make time for them. If they feel the need to get something of their chest or if they are just in need of his company, he will be there.

A way uruks comfort one another or express their love is by pressing their foreheads together.

#My writing #my headcanons #trop #the rings of power #adar #adar x reader

[queenmeriadoc]

I wonder if I can get a Adar plushie, so I can hug him

Maybe a body pillow

#adar rop #adar x reader #adar rings of power #adar #the rings of power #Rings of power #gif

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

The music of the forest (part 2 - ending)

Adar x reader. Part one is here! NSFW!

*****

In the following months, an unspoken friendship develops between you and Adar.

You spend every afternoon of leave with him, if nothing else, you keep telling yourself, because you wouldn't know what else to do in the little free time you are granted, and you used to go walk and play in the woods even before you met him.

You don't need to formally make arrangements, and the small glade where you first saw each other becomes your meeting place. Every time you reach it, on time or slightly late after watchwarden Revion has assigned you a task to complete before you can go, he is there already, patiently waiting while sitting on a rock or on the grass. He doesn't smile, but as he stands and says, every single time, "I am glad to see you." you know in your heart he is sincere.

You walk together in the woods you have grown to know like the back of your hand during the last half century. Adar teaches you to recognize the footprints of the various animals who live all around you, and sees how happy you are when a timid doe or an elusive fox approach and let you pet them.

You play for him every time. You have assured you he doesn't need to keep asking to make you happy, but he insists he enjoys listening to your violin; you have never had such an attentive, loyal audience, and on your part you do your utmost to offer a valido performance, choosing your best pieces as well as your favourite.

Adar asks you about your life, the family you left at home when you enlisted and the events and the circumstances that made you the person you are today. You doubt to be a particularly interesting topic of conversation, but he seems to really care, so you gladly accomodate him.

On his part, he never tells you anything, to the point that months and months after the two of you first met, and while he could almost write a book about yours, you know absolutely nothing about his life. You have no idea where he lives, how he occupies his time when he is not with you, what caused the terrible burns and scars, decades old but still painful-looking, that disfigure his body.

You don't even know his real name, you keep thinking one night as you lie in your bunk in the barrack two full hours before Arondir will come call you for your guard duty; you have gotten used to the absurdity of Adar as a proper name, but that still doesn't sit well with you. There is nothing wrong with being reserved, you can respect his privacy and obviously your friendship -because this is what you call it in your heart, a very different relationship from those you share with Arondir and your other comrades or the Elves back in your village, but one that is important for you nonetheless- doesn't give you the right to demand to know every single thing about his past, but you can't help fearing his silence and reluctance to share his life with you are due to something terrible that has happened to him, or maybe something he has done, and that could take him away from you...

Or perhaps he simply doesn't trust, or care about, me enough to be honest and share his secrets; that would be a simpler, and less dramatic, hypothesis, but that would break my heart nonetheless.

There is one thing you know, obviously; he told you he is a father, and he has mentioned his children more than once. He clearly cares about them very much, which is something you can approve of, but he never told you their names, how many they are, or actually anything else about them. He really is a most mysterious person, and maybe it's because you have always been curious, but you find yourself more and more attracted to him, spending your days waiting for the moment you will meet again, and when something unexpected happens, or you find some simple joy in a savory dish at the mess hall or when you and your comrades improvise a ball game between a scouting mission and a patrol shift, you wish you could share it with him, with that melanchonic, introverted Elf victim of a dramatic and painful past whose testimony he still carries on his skin, but who is still gentle, and thoughtful, able to appreciate the simple pleasure of your music and, you like to think, of your presence and friendship, just like you appreciate his.

"Has something happened to you?" Arondir asks one day, as he sees you reporting for duty after a leave, your violin as usual by your side.

"Oh, no; I am all right, thank you."

He smiles. "That is good to hear, but I meant something good. For a while you have seemed... happier, more serene, as if your life has changed for the better; what is your secret?"

You simply smile, privately lamenting your comrade's intuition; but maybe, you reflect some days later as you see him steal away to walk hand in hand with Bronwyn, the two of them enveloped in the kind of silence where words are not needed because each of them can understand what the other thinks and feels with a simple look, no one better than him could understand and empathize with you, knowing that we do not decide who our hearts care about, and that feelings can force us to make the hardest choices.

One night, after a pleasant afternoon spent with Adar, gathering mushrooms in the woods -he has found more, but he has made you take most of it, since his children don't eat them- and then sitting next to a clear stream listening to the susurration of its waters, you feel yourself suddenly inspired; you need to sleep, in anticipation of the long patrol duty tomorrow, but instead you silently leave the dormitory, and reach the watchwarden's tiny office. Then, at the light of a solitary candle after you have found a piece of parchment, quill and ink on his desk, you write a new musical piece, quickly and more easily and more happily than ever in the past, and in the end, as you look at the lines of notes -Revion obviously didn't own any manuscript paper, but you have made do- you know that this is your best composition ever, and that nothing you have ever written, or will write in the future, will ever make you feel what you feel right now, because it is known that nothing inspires better than what is important for a musician, and nothing and no one has even been as important in your life as the Elf who for almost a year now has filled your heart with his presence, and who has dissipated loneliness and melanchony from your life.

A few months pass, and the timid sweetness of a new spring paints the Southlands; green and brown of every gradation colour the woods, tree branches bend with the weight of fruits, and you and your comrades receive unexpected news.

"We are going home." Revion announces to the soldiers gathered around him "Orders from the High King arrived, the occupation of the Southlands is to end in a forthnight. We shall all pack our bags soon."

Many of your comrades are happy, and an impromptu celebration is organized in the mess hall; a somber Arondir leaves without uttering a word, while you return to your duties, wondering what this will mean for you, and suspecting you already know.

A few days later you are free to leave the barracks again; you happily take your violin and your new composition, and run to the small glade you have come to love as much as your old home in the Greenwood.

It is an unexpectedly warm day and you have worked hard all day with your comrades building a sturdier wall around one of the smallest settlements in the region; because of this, you feel unpleasantly hot, perspiration on your forehead and back. You have lived as a soldier long enough not to care about fatigue or its effects, but knowing that Adar will see you in this state saddens you. Not that he ever gave you the impression he notices what you look like, your clothes or the way you wear your hair, but still...

You have arrived a bit earlier than usual, and for the first time Adar is not there waiting for you. Not far from there is a small waterfall, clear and cool waters falling from a steep drop among the mountains into a small lake surrounded by bushes and wildflowers. You could use the time before your friend's arrival to bathe and make yourself presentable, you decide, and without wasting time you walk in the direction of the waterfall, the rumble of its waters reminding you of a predator growling to scare away a rival.

Your clothes lie on the grass among the bushes next to your violin and its bow, the only things you have carefully laid on the ground instead of simply letting it fall. You stand under the shower of cool water, happily cleaning grime, sweat and mud off your skin and hair, taking your time and relaxing like you rarely can do. Even though you have no soap or other toiletries, it is really pleasant, since at the barracks you have to make do with a bucket of water and before that, at home, you had to fight your siblings for the tub...

So pleasant, actually, that it takes you a while to realize you are not alone. Someone is nearby, close enough to look at you through the water screen, someone whose gaze is way less innocent than that of a deer or a fox made curious by your presence...

"You can come closer, if you want." you offer, without looking behind your shoulders, where you know he is, hiding among the trees all around the lake; some, including watchwarden Revion, think you are too brazen for a soldier, but you wouldn't have dared to utter those words, not unless there was something so important at stake. Still, you are shaking like never before in your life "I don't mind, truly; I'd be happy if you came."

Adar hesitates for a whole minute before stepping closer. No matter how long he lived outside Elven society, he knows spying on someone who is bathing is shameful behaviour, and he does feel guilty, even now that you are deliberately letting him see you, but he couldn't help it: when he passed by the waterfall to reach the glade and he saw you... It was as if he had lost control of his body, his deafening heartbeat, his hands that suddenly need to touch, to caress, to explore, to feel, to savour, to worship...

"Do you want to bathe together, Adar?"

You receive no answer, and you wouldn't hear him approaching anyway because of the rumble of the waterfall, but soon you perceive his presence behind you, and then his hands are on your shoulders, and then one arm encircles your hips, pressing your body against him. He is as naked as you are, you realize, and then you feel his voice in your ear.

"You are shivering."

"And whose fault is it, you think?"

"(name)..."

"I am fine, Adar. Actually, I am... more than fine. I... I really want..."

You have no words to describe what your heart yearns for, nor the courage to utter them, but fortunately Adar understands it anyway, and what's more he is of the same mind. You tilt your head to the side to allow him access to your neck, that Adar kisses reverently, the feeling of his mouth on your skin as delicate as that of a butterfly's wings, even too delicate for your liking, even though you can perceive the desire, the hunger and the greediness under that.

A moan, a sound unlike anything you have ever uttered in your life, escapes your lips, and Adar appears to -rightly- interpret it as approval and encouragement. A moment later his hands start moving on your body, caressing and stimulating until you are a mess, breathing hard and moaning his name as his agile fingers play with your nipples or explore the warmth between your legs. Your legs are shaking so hard you would probably fall were it not for him, and please, you are about to plead, please, I cannot resist anymore, I need it, I need you..

And then, suddenly, Adar stops; his hands fall by his side, and he takes half a step back to separate your bodies.

"No...!"

"I could..." Adar hesitates "... blindfold you, if you wish?"

"... why would you do something like that?"

"So... you wouldn't have to look at me."

It takes you a while to understand the meaning of those words, but once you do, you feel your heart shatter. You have enjoyed his ministrations without even looking at him or touching him back, and because of this he must have thought...

He couldn't be more wrong, and, you decide, as pleasant it is to have him spoil you, you will do your best to convince him how much you desire him. You slowly but confidently turn until the two of you are eyes to eyes, and you let your gaze wander over his body, and while pity fills your heart seeing the extent of the abuse and torture he must have suffered -by whom? Why? Did he escape, or was he let go? So many questions, but none of them matters now- you know you have never seen anything more beautiful and perfect than Adar, standing there in front of you, his naked body glistening in the afternoon light, rivulets falling from his dark hair along his chest. There is so much you still don't know about him, but right now, in this fleeting and precious moment, you know he is letting you in, closing the distance he has kept you at, and for that you are grateful. And happy.

You give him ample time to look at the front of your body and then "I do want to look at you." you state, looking him in the eyes "And do much more, and... I don't want to look at anything but you."

No other words are needed. As you are still face to face your fingers interwine in the manner of lovers holding hands, and you wordlessly offer Adar your mouth to kiss, which he does eagerly. He is awkward at first, as if so long has passed since his last time he doesn't quite remember how to do it, but soon the uncertainty slips away, and a fierce, almost brutal desire blooms between you. His tongue slips between your lips as Adar holds your face in his hands and you, determined to make him forget his earlier doubts, move yours all over his body, driven by an hunger that is inflamed, and not quenched, the more you discover the beauty of his skin.

It is less than a minute before you feel his desire pressed against your belly; you move your hips, and you hear him moan your name - the most erotic sound you have ever experienced, and it is enough to make you wet between your thighs. Part of you would like to make him desire you, to make him beg for the sweet release you also crave, but you cannot - you cannot resist your own impulses, and your impulses tell you to move a hand between your and Adar's bodies to gently cup his manhood. He sighs and whimpers when you pull, and then groans feeling you stimulate the tip, and soon the water falling above you is no longer the only thing soaking your fingers.

"Lay with me." you ask, barely separating your mouth from his. Adar doesn't answer, but given the eagerness with which he takes your hands to draw you towards the meadow, he clearly doesn't disagree.

You lay under him, under that perfect, abused and for this even more beautiful, body, Adar's hair falling around your face like a dark curtain; you smile as you welcome him between your legs, and he lifts one around his hips to find the right position.

"You are..." he begins, and then stops, suddenly bashful.

"Yes?"

"I... I don't know; it may sound presumptuous, but you are a gift I never thought I would receive. You are something I didn't know I wanted until I couldn't do without it."

You simply smile while you still caress him the way you have already learnt he likes, and you see pleasure and arousal colour his handsome face. "I am here for you." you promise "Do what you want to me, I am yours as long as you are mine."

Adar obeys. Your lovemaking lasts hours - or at least this is what it appears to you, as if time has stopped to make you both give and receive your pleasure without any urgency or preoccupation. He sucks on your chest as you hold his face in your hands and moan his name, and then lets you return the favour when you kneel next to him and take his manhood in your mouth.

The first time you see him reach the pinnacle of ecstasy you stop and stare, trying to engrave in your memory the beauty and the genuineness of it, the perfection of an emotion lived to the fullest, unrestrained, uncontrolled, too intense to hide to himself and to you. When instead you are the one to take your pleasure, your control shattered by the simple pressure of him inside you, white stars explode behind your eyelids, and Adar's arms are quick to hold you so that you don't fall.

You lay together on the grass, not far from where you left your violin and your clothes; Adar welcomes you in his arms, and you rest your cheek against his shoulder while you both listen to the birds' song, and the waters' susurration, and your heartbeats slowing down.

You don't know who he is, not yet; but you have fallen in love with him, and you accept it, the sweet and the sour of it, whatever road it will lead you on.

"Thank you." you whisper in the end as you search his eyes with yours; you are still caressing his skin, not with pity or compassion but driven by the awe of one who sees a miracle taking place before her eyes - and even better, becomes part of it "It was beautiful. And sweet."

"It was. More beautiful and sweet than I remembered it could be."

Hearing him mentioning a -or more?- previous lover should put you in a bad mood, but it doesn't; it is hard not to feel content, and happy, with the way he affectionately kisses your brow and plays with your hair and presses his hips against yours, as if he is not yet sated with your lovemaking. You would like to give him the melody you have composed for him, and you will; but unfortunately there is something important you have to discuss first.

"I have to return home soon." you quietly say as your fingertips run along the scars on his chest and legs; at first he had stiffened, tense like an animal who smelled a predator, but now you know he likes it, and you intend to give him all the pleasure you can, all the pleasure in the world "New orders came; the Eldar must abandon the Southland within a fortnight."

It is unexpected news, and Adar reflects on it for a while, his fingers idly running through your hair, especially the strands closer to your chest; there is no selfishness in him, and he knows how much you love and you miss your friends and family in the Greenwood, but he knows that if he doesn't open his heart to you now, he will not have a second chance, and he will regret it forever.

"I don't want you to leave." he states in the end "I want you to remain here. With me."

"Why?"

"Because it will make me happy. Because you have become a parte of me I cannot live without."

"All right. Then, I will." you answer simply with a smile, and Adar smiles back at you, but there is sadness and uncertainty in his eyes; it is too soon yet for him to fully know your heart, and to know that you love him, truly and deeply, enough to leave everything you know and you hold dear to be with him, if he asked you to.

He will know; he will learn to know your heart, and he will discover it beats at the same rhythm as his, but for now he decides to trust you, and that is enough.

"Come." he says in the end as he stands, and he offers you an hand to help you do the same "I want you to meet my children."

You do not return to the barracks; not that night, at the end of your leave, nor the next day or the one after that. Your comrades fear something terrible has appened and look for you until the day they are to return home, but find no trace of you. Arondir keeps his ideas to himself, but he is the only one who suspects you have left of your own free will: everything you own is at the barracks, including your bow and dagger and all your clothes and your coin, but you must have your violin with you, and you can be content with that.

He had noticed you seemed happy.

Unlike your other comrades he elects to stay in Tirharad with Bronwyn. He never meets you again, but he starts hearing voices, fragments of stories whose veracity no one can attest and that soon pass into legend; stories of an Elf maiden who has left her people to be with her beloved, and who now lives with him among the Uruks she once had fought and considered enemies. An Elf who has learnt to respect the sparkle of life in those wretched creatures; to call them her friends, her people, her children, and who together with her lover protects and attempts to educate them, to teach them the beauty of the world, kindness, peace, and music.

Naneth, they call her.

Mother.

Tagging @starlady66 and @elvenenby !!!

Raise your hand if you would like to be blindfolded by Adar.

#The Lord of the Rings #The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power #The Rings of Power #Rings of Power #Adar #Adar x reader #Joseph Mawle #Bellona's stuff

[niennawept]

You are a photographer who needs to pay the rent. Adar Moriondo is an uruk on a mission to make a sexy calendar whose proceeds will go to warg no-kill shelters. But late at night on the shoot, things get a little steamier than originally intended.

Adar/Reader, Rings of Power Modern AU, Photographer!Reader

[ Explicit Rating - Minors DNI ]

kinks depicted: breathplay, knifeplay, impact play, photo exhibitionism (taking sexy pictures), and hair pulling.

Only on AO3

#adar x reader #rings of power fanfic #modern AU #minors dni

[gav-san]

Here is my crappy, very rough Adar x Reader animatic from Rings of power. Aka, if I have to have these intrusive thoughts, so do you. Watch me repeatedly choose the hardest characters to adore.

#adar #adar x reader #Adar x oc #rings of power #lotr x reader #elf lore #why this one me? #rop #rop spoilers #adar fanart

[jetiisyandereclones]

Currently working on a longer adar fic, set during the time of rings of power.

But for those who read my first RoP fic, for adar x reader, heres a few moments and ideas I think happened between adar and reader (MC) during the quest:

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-The company has been walking through the rain, MC riding her horse with adar walking behind, tied to her saddle by a length of rope that bound his hands. Thorin orders that he should walk on his own feet. Claiming the elf would merely try to steal MC's horse and run.

But MC isnt having it, telling him to climb up behind her.

He puts his bound hands over her head, wrapping his arms around her amd resting them just on top of her belly, where she could see them.

He doesnt say anything. He never does, at least not in any language she understands. MC hears him conversing with gandalf sometimes, always seeing the wizard light his pipe and brood for hours after. Gandalf hasnt spoken to the man very often.

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-As far as talking in common tongue, MC doesnt know if he can.

He seems to understand her just fine, but shes never heard him reply.

MC just assumed he had been down in those caves so long, and prison before then, that language evolved onto something he couldnt quite speak too well.

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-MC used to keep an eye on the elf in the early days of them knowing each other.

He looked so sickly and pale, she was worried he had a fever and was hiding it.

Shed check his temperature by laying the back of her hand against his forehead, only for him to gently remove it as she asked If he felt alright.

He just smirked softly, nodding.

Mc chalked his complexion up to him being underground, out of the sun for too long.

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-mc got a cold from travelling in the rain. She couldnt hear, smell or taste anything, was coughing bad. Not sleeping well and just all over was in a bad way.

She had lost all appetite, usually throwing out what she couldnt eat from the stews bombur prepared.

Now, Thorin hadnt been feeding her elf friend too well. His all over distaste for elves and mistrust for the dark elf in particular had led to him deciding to use as little provisions on him as possible, forcing him to forage for food and hunt his own game when he could, which wasnt often.

One night, after once again being handed a large bowl of mystery meat stew that made her stomach turn, MC turned to Adar, looking at her own plate.

She then took the bowl Fili had already polished off. Cleaning it and ignoring the dwarf princes smirk and comment about how thorin wouldnt like this. Mc gave him a playful kick in the shin.

Of all the dwarves, he was one of the few who seemed to show a bit more hospitality and good will towards the elf in their ranks, or at the very least, a bit more tolerance, but after the orcs attacked and adar sent them away, saving ori, he seemed to warm up to the elf even more, thanking him himself.

Mc poured what she knew she wouldbt be able to eat into the now clean second bowl, and ate the meager contents left in her own before going to adar.

Looking up at the ill woman, adar tilted his head.

Mc presented him with the bowl of stew, telling him to eat. Adar refused at first, but mc insisted. She couldnt eat it, and he must be hungry.

Adar took the bowl, but then he gave her some sort of root.

MC was confused at the gift, looking up at adar blearily.

"What's this for?" She asked.

He made an eating gesture.

"You eat it?"

Adar violently shook his head

"Chew it?"

Adar nodded once.

Mc popped the root into her mouth, immediatly being hit with a spicy and almost minty cool taste, washing away her cold symptoms, allowing her to breath and taste for the first time in days.

MC sighed in relief. Thanking adar when her stomach growled. The relief from the cold also brought her hunger back. Adar smirked and handed the bowl back to her. Mc declined, and he rolled his eyes, taking a few mouth fulls before laying the still mostly full bowl at her feet.

Mc reluctantly but gratefully picked up the bowl. Attacking its contents like a woman starved.

"Thank you. that's quite a plant, you have me. Does it grow here?"

Adar nodded, leaning back against the tree he was sitting under.

Mc looked down at her food, stirring it a bit.

"You must know this land pretty well, even gandalf said there wasnt anything that could help"

Adar rolled his eyes.

"Is it only temporary?"

The elf nodded, going back to digging in the earth, pulling more up.

Hed carry them for later, when the effects wear off.

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-MC discovered adars true species after a run in with a pack of orcs had ambushed them.

Adar had gotten a knife to the arm. His wrist split open when he intercepted an attack meant for the dwarf king.

When MC went to tend to him she noticed his blood wasnt red. It was black. Like the blood staining her own daggers.

She looked scared at him, before turning to Gamdalf and thorin. Looking completely blindsided, and not knowing what to do.

Thorin looked absolutely livid as he spat out "orc" at adar.

Gandalf, on the other hand, had a look about him. It almost seemed as if he knew, and was hoping the secret wouldnt get out.

Later that night, adar pulled the rug put from under mc again, revealing he could infact speak common.

He told her he had been around middle earth since before there was a sun and moon, before gandalf was sent to protect the lands.

That's how he knew about the medicinal root for her cold.

Just then thorin stormed over, claiming that they were packing up camp. And they were to leave the orc tied to a tree on their departure.

Mc argued this.

"NO, you cant!"

Thorin turned

"No? You forget your place, girl!" He growled, but mc didnt back down.

"I only mean, wouldnt it be a waste? Hes obviously old, very old. If hes been around as long as he says, then maybe we should keep him around?"

"What are you saying? Speak plainly, woman!" Dwalin snapped.

"Think about it! First age elf? War of wrath? He probably fought against ancalagon himself! Who better to send into a dragons lair than than a veteran from the first age wars! And, uh, if he does die, then it's at very little cost to you! What's another orc?"

Thorin seemed thoughtful for a second, when gandalf spoke up.

"I beleive her advice is sound. Though, caution should be practised"

Thorin huffed. Agreeing. But growled that mc should stay in the dwarfs ranks, and cease all communication with him.

No more sharing food or horses or sleeping close at night.

Mc sighed in relief, shooting an apologetic glance at adar, who stared at her with am unreadable expression.

Mc was called away by thorin. Adar heard him quietly apologise to the woman, stating it was for the best.

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-adar would not let himself and MC be seperated when they were taken prisoner by thranduil, leading adar to be roughly pushed into a cell with a still slightly sick MC.

Mc doesnt know what her friend had said to the elf king, but it both enraged and scared him.

When he was once again taken back to their cell after a particularily rough interrogation, mc went to him, seeing the bruises and asking if he was badly hurt. Adar held her hand, assuring her he was fine.

He slept hugging her close that night, almost laying on top of mc.

They escaped the next day.

-MC sometimes hears him singing. In the dead of night in the old, musical language, Quietly to himself while looking up at the stars.

She never said anything. But she thinks he has a beautiful voice, even more so than the other elves shes heard.

-adars identity as an escaped prisoner of galadriel came after smaug defeat.

An infantryman of thranduil had sent word to the elves of lothlorien, stating that their prisoner was here, with the dwarves.

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-adar started a first fight with glorfindel when he was one of the ones to come and catch him

Bonus:

MC, when she found out Adar could speak common:

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[amfilth]

Simping so hard over this edit OMGGGGG

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[theship-thewalrus]

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[witchy11]

someone needs to write a hella smutty slow burn enemies to lovers fic for adar x reader. it aint me but somebody gotta do it

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