#dark!halbrand x reader

[the-classy-villainess]

Deceiver

Dark!Halbrand (Sauron) x Elf!reader

Summary: The daughter of Gil-galad is seduced.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Dub-con/coercion + non-con. Toxic relationship. Possessiveness. Allusions to abduction. Mind & dream manipulation/control. Smut – unprotected p in v. Loss of virginity for both parties (trying to stay true to elf!reader, so sex = marriage). Minors DNI! 18+

Requested by Anon: “reader is the daughter of Gil Galad and Sauron seduces her with his beautiful words, but then Galadriel discovers Halbrand’s true identity and he becomes all dark, claiming reader and taking her with him to Mordor. Smut.”

I feel like I need to stress this because I’ve never posted smut before (especially for such a dark character). Please mind the warnings. If any of the things listed trigger you, don’t read any further. Halbrand is manipulative in this fic, to the point where the ‘reader’ cannot wholly differentiate their own thoughts from his. The sex is not consensual.

When he’d come to your chambers that afternoon you’d felt something had changed. There was a strange urgency in him, an urgency that saw him mutter only a quick greeting before his lips were on yours.

You welcomed his kisses, melted into them even, but his hands had never wandered so freely, and you couldn’t help but wonder just what had gotten into him when his fingers slowly rucked up your skirts and stroked the bare skin of your thigh.

“Halbrand? We can’t,” you gasped between kisses. “Not without my father’s blessing.”

He groaned into your mouth and clutched you that much tighter.

Even if you weren’t the High King’s only heir, it was unlikely that your father would bless the union of a man and elleth; not when such a union would bring only death and despair. Halbrand knew this as well as you did – it had frustrated him like nothing else.

“I care little for his blessing,” he panted, drawing away at long last to press his forehead against yours. “Ours is a fate that cannot be denied by any man, elf, or dwarf. Why else would we have been brought together if not for the work of some higher power – if not for the will of Ilúvatar himself?”

It was a lovely notion, a romantic one, that you had been brought together for a purpose – some greater fate like Beren and Lúthien or Idril and Tuor. You doubted either of you would have so great a part to play in the history of Middle Earth as they had, but your love could be just as special, just as boundless, if you allowed it to be.

“Let me have you,” he continued. “All of you, and no one will ever be able to refute our love – not even your father.”

“You do not know what you are asking of me,” you insisted, drawing back to meet his eye. “There are traditions – the feast, the rings, the blessings…”

“All of which can be forgone—”

“Only in times of war.”

He took your hands into his own and gazed at you imploringly. “Do you love me?”

You sighed. It was a question he asked more frequently now, as if he didn’t truly believe it when you told him as much, and it made your heart ache to think he doubted your devotion. You would do anything to prove it to him.

“I do. Of course I do. How could I not?”

He smiled, trailing his knuckles gently down your cheek.

“Then you know as well as I do, that you will never love another. Nor will I, for that matter.”

You will never love another. Only him. This crafty mortal man who had swept into Eregion with naught but the bloodied rags on his back and a charming smile on his face. He’d looked more a vagrant than a King the first time you’d seen him, but his quick tongue and quicker mind hinted at a greater knowledge gathered through life and lore, and you’d been helpless to resist him.

His arms had been safe, his lips had been soft, and his words had given you hope, the likes of which you hadn’t felt for centuries.

Those very same arms encircled your waist and drew you back into his embrace. Your head lolled forward onto his shoulder, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple.

“I would give you the world if you asked it of me. I’d gather you the greatest of armies, build you the tallest of towers. I’d fashion you the finest of rings, one fit for a Queen…” he trailed off softly, teasingly, and it brought a small smile to your face. “If only you would have me.”

You looked up into his eyes and splayed your hands over his chest, desperate to feel the steady thump of the heart beneath. One day it would beat no more, and neither would your own, for you would not remain in Middle Earth without him. You didn’t want towers, or armies, or rings. You wanted him, for however long you could have him, be it days or decades. He was right.

I will never love another, you agreed. What did old traditions matter?

“All right.”

He exhaled a slow, shaky breath that you felt reverberate in your palms, and his eyes, those lovely, mischievous eyes sparkled beneath his raised brow.

“Yes?”

“Yes,” you laughed.

The word had barely left you lips before he caught you in a kiss, fiery and consuming and desperate in a way his kisses had never before been. You’d always known him to be strong, but his hold on you – the arm wound around your waist and the palm cupping the back of your neck – felt unbreakable in that moment. As if he’d never let you go.

“You’ve no idea what this means to me,” he murmured against your lips. “What this will mean for us – together, you and I, King and Queen, we will rule Lindon and the Southlands. We will unite all of Middle Earth under one banner.”

Your brow furrowed at his words, at how out of place they sounded, as if they were part of another conversation altogether. Something is wrong, you thought.

Tell him you love him, more than anything.

“I love you, Halbrand. More than anything.”  

He shot you a slow smile, and his hold on you tightened. “I know you do, dove. I know you do.”

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No, you thought dazedly, it had not happened that way.

You loved him, you wanted him; you still do, you always will, a voice whispered back. There was something alluring in that voice, something persuasive, that made you think that perhaps it was right.

Then your surroundings shifted; day faded to night, and your back pressed firmly into the mattress of your old bed as he hovered over you, bare from the waist up.

His lips were on your neck, his hand buried inside your underthings – buried inside you. A sudden pleasure flooded your mind, an unnatural desire that barely felt like your own. You begged him to touch you, remember? You begged. You trembled with each pump of his fingers until your back arched, your walls fluttered, and you fell apart in his hold.

He withdrew wordlessly, and through the haze of pleasure you heard the rattle of his belt buckle and the rustle of fabric. Would you accept this man into your body? He seemed to think so, but you couldn’t remember for the life of you how this played out, not when such heavy desire clouded your mind.

“Halbrand…” Wait, you wanted to tell him, but your lips were strangely unresponsive.

And then he was on you again; peeling your ruined underclothes down your legs. His hands, warm and gentle, rubbed soothing circles into your knees, and you held your breath as he pried them apart and settled on the mattress between them. Your thighs twitched, as if you’d wanted to close them – had I? – but he held them firmly, with only a quick squeeze of warning to dissuade you.

His thumbs caught the hem of your shift and dragged it up past your hips. He stared at your bared flesh with a look that promised ruin, a look that made you feel young and naïve for the first time in centuries. Heat rushed to your cheeks as he met your gaze and pressed a gentle kiss to your folds. Then his hands drifted higher, gliding along your waist and rucking your shift up beneath your breasts.  

“Exquisite,” he murmured against your skin, trailing kisses along your navel, over your ribs, between your breasts.

He settled atop you, his length, hot and hard and leaking, bobbed against your navel as he hiked your thigh over his hip. It was the blunt press of him against your folds that cleared the haze from your mind, and uncertainty bloomed full force in its stead. Calm yourself. You want this. You’ve always wanted this.

Yes, you thought. All your life you’d waited for one to call your own. That you had gone so long without finding your match had raised concerns – often such things were a bad omen for one’s future prospects. And here you were, body bare and open to a man you father hadn’t even met yet.

You want this.

I want this.

You love him.

I love him, you agreed.

He caught your lips in an all-consuming kiss, a distracting kiss, and swiped his length along your folds, once, twice, before finally easing it inside you. Your body was tense, walls tight against his intrusion, and you whimpered into his mouth, palms pressing against his abdomen instinctively. The illusion of calm shattered.

“Shhh…” he soothed, prying your hands away and interlacing your fingers. “I have you.”

For reasons you couldn’t explain, his words didn’t bring the comfort they usually would, and you felt a tear spill over your cheek as he pinned your hands above your head and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“And now I’ll always have you,” he panted, breath hot and moist on your skin, as he worked you open with slow thrusts. The initial sting quickly faded and, as if sensing this, his thrusts grew faster, harder, hungrier.

You didn’t know how long you’d lain there, eyes screwed shut, as he sucked bruises into your skin and ravaged your insides, but you felt a strange sense of relief when at last he shuddered and collapsed against you.

The ache between your legs made your stomach churn. If it were the will of Ilúvatar then why did it feel so wrong?

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You woke with a start. Your eyes took a moment to adjust to the candlelight, and when they did, dread pooled in your stomach. It had been difficult to count the days – here in this sunless land, where the air smelled of ash and sounds were limited to those of labour and the snarling, spitting language uttered by those creatures.

You’d only seen the beasts once before, when he’d draped you in black and paraded you through camp with an arm curled possessively around your waist – a silent warning. The rest of your time had been spent inside the large grey tent that was erected in the middle of camp while works continued on a more permanent lodging…something tall and black that loomed in the distance.

How long had he kept you here? How long had you endured these invasive attacks on your mind? How long until you could no longer tell fact from falsehood while he moulded your memories into something more palatable?

“Pleasant dreams?”

Halbrand lay in bed beside you, his lean body as bare as your own, and you hated that you still thought him beautiful. The thin sheen of sweat on his skin glistened in the candlelight, a sign of his exertion, and a reminder that even in sleep you would not be free of him.

Not Halbrand, you told yourself, but a different beast altogether.

He turned onto his side, head propped on his palm – suffocatingly close – and planted a soft kiss on your lips. His free hand traced lazy circles into the skin of your navel, the gold of his wedding band glittering mockingly as you felt the first stirrings of desire. Your modesty had been long forgotten in this place; all that remained was shame.

“You are not wrong for finding pleasure in this,” he murmured, as if knowing the direction your thoughts had taken. “How could you not, when we fit so perfectly together?”

“Why?” you rasped, throat tight, and eyes glassy. “Why do you still do this?”

His jaw twitched almost imperceptibly. You asked him this every time, and every time he rebuffed you. Not this time it seemed.

“Long have I walked these shores and never have I seen so fair a sight as your body laid bare before me.” He gave your hip an appreciative squeeze. “I wanted you in ways I’d wanted no other; I still do, I always will,” he added as an afterthought, and it echoed in your ears.

You loved him, you wanted him; you still do, you always will. Another falsehood, then.

“You blame yourself – don’t,” he urged with a consoling kiss to your temple. “You can kick and claw and scream yourself hoarse, and I will continue to have you. Such is the strength of my will...such is my right as your husband.”

He took a strange kind of pleasure in reminding you of his place in your life – reminding you that you would never be free of him. He would never let you go. 

“Why me?”

He grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned your head to face him. His eyes, the very same you’d lost yourself in countless times, were fervid and near unrecognisable as he gazed down at you.

“Because I am shadow,” he whispered. “And you are light, and when I’m inside you I feel a power unlike any other.”

“Oh, come now, none of that,” he chided lightly, swiping your tears away with his thumb. “Doesn’t it please you to know I’d never known such rapture before you? It would’ve been easy enough – those mortal whores throw themselves at anything with enough coin,” he scoffed.

“But you, an elleth…a beloved Firstborn, daughter of Gil-galad, Princess of the Noldor,” he rattled off with satisfaction and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “Your kind have only ever scorned me, hunted me. I knew you’d do the same if you ever glimpsed my true visage.”

“So I thought to come to you as Annatar. A form befitting your beauty and station,” he huffed a breathy laugh. “But you surprised me. You were so eager for this mortal man, you let him leave his marks on your skin, his seed in your womb.” You shuddered as he pressed a hand to your abdomen. He trailed his palm lower and dipped his fingers between your folds, admiring the mess he’d left there.

“And you’d let me do it all over again, wouldn’t you?” he mused, eyes darkening.

“No…” you gasped, squirming as he slipped a finger inside you.

“You would, wouldn’t you? Because you know as well as I do that despite it all, you will always love me. You will always love your husband – say it.”

It was a confronting thought, a painful thought, that in the eyes of the Eldar you were wed to this beast, bound to him for eternity. Your souls were one. Worse still was that he wasn’t entirely wrong. You wanted to hate him, wished it with your whole being, but you didn’t know how to.

“Halbrand, please!”

“Say it,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, with just enough sway to bend your will – to tear the words from you whether you wished it or not.

“I–I will always love you.”

To your relief, he withdrew, but your relief was short-lived. His lips curled smugly as he crawled over your body and nudged your thighs apart.

“I’m half tempted to discard this form, just to see if you’d love my others as freely as you love little Halbrand. But I think,” he hiked your thighs over his hips. “He’s not quite done breaking you in yet. Let’s try again, shall we?”

And once more, he dug his fingers into your body and his claws into your mind.

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AN: my main account wasn’t letting me post, so I posted this request here instead. The rest (which are much more tame and, in a way, more in character) will be posted on my main when I figure out what’s going on! :)

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[dingusfreakhxrrington]

Love and Deceit

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pairing: halbrand/sauron x fem!reader

summary: if anyone could pull him from the darkness that consumed him it would be you and, if not, you’d be the one to finally put an end to his madness.

warnings: elf!reader, betrayal, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, mentions of war, heavy angst, reader was raised on númenor, toxic relationship, friends to lovers to enemies to lovers again, lots of pain and heartache

word count: 2.3k

a/n: calling this my trial fic for writing for the rings of power. i just live for the angst that comes with this man. i might write a part 2 later if this does okay

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Had any of it been real?

That was the question you asked yourself every single moment of every single day since he’d left you.

Halbrand, or Sauron as you now knew to call him, had been the first man you’d ever loved — truly loved — and all of it had been a lie.

When the elves left Númenor you were one of the few who remained. You lived in seclusion for a time, not wishing to aggravate the men who had cast your people out. Then, when their newest king arose to the throne and tried to bring back the old ways, you reappeared in their cities.

It was in those very cities that you had met Sauron, although he was known as Halbrand at the time.

He was found adrift at sea alongside Galadriel, the commander of the northern armies, and brought to the shores of Númenor by Elendil, one of the few people in all of Númenor that was not against your presence there.

You had little reason not to trust the outsider when both the famed Galadriel and your dear friend Elendil seemed to put their faith in him, a misjudgement you all soon paid for.

In his time in Númenor, Sauron had grown all the more trustworthy and, although he claims to have never once lied to you, everything he did was shrouded in deception.

All of it was a lie… every single thing.

Every moment you had shared from the tingle you felt as your fingers brushed against his to the time you fought at one another’s sides on the battlefield.

You hated him. Well, you should have.

He was the first man you’d ever loved. The first and, perhaps, the last. In all your years you had never met another like him. No one had ever made you feel the way he did.

How were you supposed to hate someone you had grown to love more than any other?

The first time your lips touched it felt right. It was as if not a single war or power could drive you apart or overcome the feeling of being in his arms.

Maybe it had all been a spell. A trick cast on you by the damned sorcerer — the Dark Lord himself.

You wish it had been a spell. Then perhaps it would not have hurt so much when you found out the truth about him.

Galadriel had pieced it together first and come to you to warn you of her findings but it was you who first confronted him.

He told you he was trying to save Middle Earth and he wanted you by his side, to bind him to the light, but he knew nothing of the light he spoke about. He was disillusioned, truly believing he would be the one to save Middle Earth from doom.

His lust for power had overtaken him and clouded his mind.

You would never suppress the people of Middle Earth to bring order, you wouldn’t become a tyrant.

He smiled as you held your dagger to his throat but in the deepest depths of his menacing eyes, you could see the man you loved trapped inside.

Halbrand and Sauron may have been one man but they were so very different from one another. Although you knew not to be so hopeful, a part of you suspected that Halbrand had not only been a false persona but a part of who he had once been before his path into darkness.

You did not shed a single tear, not in front of him. Not as you fought him after your confrontation, not even when you awoke with a bloodied head and not a single trace of him.

He could have killed you that day yet he chose not to, he chose to let you live. For what reason you were still unsure.

Only after you were sure he had left did you cry. Galadriel held you as you crumbled, falling to your knees as you wept. You couldn’t breathe for your chest was so tight, so heavy.

Everything had been a lie. Everything.

Every touch, every whisper, every smile and conversation. All of it had been just another part of his plan.

He said he had never lied to you but if he truly loved you as he said he did he would not have left you there. He would not have forsaken you to return to his path of evil.

You weren’t enough to deter him from his chase for power. You weren’t enough.

It wasn’t until years later that you saw him again. You fought through an army to reach him — to kill him.

He was in his armour, his figure towering over those around him. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed those who stood nearby to protect him, leaving only the two of you.

You readied your weapon, fingers gripping the hilt of your sword as you waited for him to make the first move. It was easier this way, you didn’t have to see his face.

He just stood there, watching you from under the dark armour that adorned his head.

“Fight me, Sauron.”

His fist clenched, that was the first time you had called him by that name.

He took a breath and just as you thought he was moving to draw his sword, he reached for his helmet.

It was only when you saw his face again that you realised you couldn’t kill him. Not when he looked at you with such a softness in his eyes, something that should be foreign to a being such as him.

Then, your swords clashed together like waves against rocks. He moved the same way he always had, with determination and strength, a tough foe.

When the fight came to an end he had you pinned to the floor with his sword to your throat, mirroring the way you had threatened him the day you found out who he really was.

You had expected him to slice your throat the moment he felt the painful sab of your dagger piercing through his side where you had wedged it through a gap in his armour. Instead, he faltered.

With a frustrated groan, he pulled away from you once again, seemingly as unable to end you as you were unable to end him.

You wished he had killed you and ended your suffering then and there. After all, you’d rather die by his hand than have to live on and one day watch him fall. Despite everything he had done, you still loved him.

As the battle outside came to an end he reached out, grabbing your wrist as he forcefully pulled you along. Not that there was any need for the force, you would have followed him willingly had he asked.

Perhaps you were a fool to think there was still a chance you could get through to him but you knew you had to try.

The battle was long since over and your people were likely still searching for your body, expecting you to have perished in the fight.

When he was without his armour it was almost as if Halbrand was standing in front of you, not Sauron. It was still hard not to keep the two separate in your mind.

He barely winced as he cleaned the wound you had given him, dabbing a wet rag across his skin to rid himself of the blood — his blood. Not many had drawn blood from him, few had ever had the chance.

“Did you ever even care for me?”

His head turned back towards you ever so slightly but he still did not turn enough to meet your gaze. Even through the hair that fell over his face, you could see his eyes were not looking your way. It was as if he simply could not bring himself to do so.

“Sauron.”

There it was again, that name. He had always taken pride in his names but when you called him that one it made him feel something he couldn’t understand.

Even you noticed it. The way his fist had clenched earlier and now the look of unease that crossed over his face.

“I did.”

That was his only reply, two stoic words of confirmation. It hurt more to finally hear them than you thought it would.

“Then why?”

Finally, he turned to you with crossed brows and those soft eyes he only seemed to adorn when he was with you.

“Am I not enough for you? Will you always choose power over me?”

His eyes grew colder as he listened to you speak, Sauron taking the reins once again to hide the hurt he was trying so desperately not to feel. “And you? Will you always choose to destroy me? To kill me? Will you never join me? We can save Middle Earth together.”

“You want to rule, not save.”

“And what is so bad about that? Is it wrong to want to rule?”

Just listening to him talk hurt more than you could explain. You wished for nothing more than to go back to before you knew who he really was, back to your time on Númenor. Back to when you first began falling in love with him.

“You’ve hurt people, killed people. People I loved, including yourself,” you paused for a moment only to continue again when his brows furrowed once more, “I loved you, Halbrand. I loved you more than I have ever loved anyone before and you betrayed me. You killed the man I fell in love with the moment you told me your true name.”

Sharply, he stepped closer and your breath hitched in your throat at the quickness of the action.

“I did not kill him. I am still him, part of me always will be. I did not deceive you, I only withheld the truth. Were you not the one who told me our pasts do not matter? That we have all touched the darkness?”

He was growing desperate now — desperate for you to understand. He hated the way you looked at him, he wanted you to look at him the way you used to. He missed the way you used to see him.

“We are soldiers, we have all done bad things but you… you have hurt so many…”

“Yet you still love me, do you not?”

Your mouth started to move but no words would form.

You knew you couldn’t lie to him for it was obvious enough from the fact that you were here with him now. You could have protested as he dragged you away from the battlefield, you could have tried to kill him again. He hadn’t taken your weapons, after all.

However, you hadn’t done any such thing. You left with him willingly and your hand hadn’t once strayed to clutch your sword.

His fingers were so gentle when they tapped under the bottom of your chin, lifting your head up to look at him again when your eyes strayed.

It was wrong. Everything he was doing was wrong. He was Sauron, he was the greatest evil in all of Middle Earth, yet here he was treating you — his enemy — as if you were something precious.

Without words, you nodded. You did still love him, no matter how much it pained you to admit it.

You truly had meant what you said back then, the past is the past, and if he had given up his quest to dominate Middle Earth to be with you maybe you would have left it in the past.

Again, your head fell as tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes.

“I hate you,” you spoke as you stepped closer, hitting your fist against his chest, “and I hate that I still love you.”

He wrapped his arms around you and his touch was still so gentle, so careful as you cried against him.

“I know… I know.” Even his voice was quiet and airy, Halbrand’s feelings betraying him as they began to surface.

“I hate you,” you whispered again.

Still, he held you. He held you until he could not bear to hear you weep any longer.

You knew then that you wouldn’t leave him this time. You had made your decision to stay by his side. If anyone could change him — save him — it had to be you.

He was conflicted. He wanted to be Sauron but, for you, he wanted to remain Halbrand. There was a battle raging inside him between good and evil and you knew you would be the one to pull him into the light.

Or, if there really was no hope, you would be the one to finally drive a dagger through his heart before driving one through your own.

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The Blacksmith

This is it. The final chapter. I cannot believe we're here. I hope you all enjoy it! ❤️

Pairing: Halbrand/Sauron x Female Reader; Galadriel x Female Reader; light Haladriel/Saurondriel.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None

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Chapter Thirty-Eight/Epilogue

Your eyes stung as they flung open, searing white light consuming the entirety of your vision. Gasping for air as if you had never breathed it in before, you begged your eyes to adjust to your new surroundings, your fear of the unknown taking hold. You commanded your body to rise, and stand upright, and it obeyed, but not in a fashion you were familiar with. It felt as if you were floating, levitating now over the surface upon which you had been laid. Casting your vision downward, your body was clothed in stars. It was a fabric of unknown origin, clinging to your form like a mist over mountains, with twinkles of light scattered through it. Curious, you moved your hand slowly down to feel it, and gasped when it passed right through you. A strange tingling buzzed from your fingertips up to the top of your head. This made you giggle.

Looking up ahead, the white light was still blinding, but had begun to subside, or at least become easier on the eyes to take in. For the entire environment was colourless, no dimensions of any kind to be made out, no horizon, no earth, no sky, just white space, empty and endless. But then, there was music. A faint sound you weren't sure at first if you were hearing it or imagining it. Though as it's volume increased, it entered your ears and spread within your luminescent figure. The beauty and power of it was overwhelming, and you smiled, crying tears of joy. Invisible instruments and voices made up a great symphony that was unlike any music you had ever heard. It was almost tangible, the only thing in this boundless space besides yourself that could take on form.

It excited you greatly, filling you with a sense of purpose like you had never felt. Suddenly you were spinning, twirling, watching as the stars and mists of you danced about in unison as you floated in time to the heavenly harmonies and melodies. It was bliss. Though something unexpected happened to slow your movements. Without any doubt, you had heard your name called out to you, weaved into the song, yet separate enough to be distinguished. But it was the voice that called it out that took you aback.

It was your mother.

She arrived steadily, emerging into dazzling colour from the all encompassing whiteness. Her form was covered in a gown made of the sea itself, peaceful and tranquil at her shoulders, though it's waves raged against each other at the bottom as she swept towards you, a hem of sea foam moving as if on sand. She smiled at you with her diamond eyes, embracing you completely, and it felt as if your spirits were merging. The water of her did not dampen you though, nor did the colour of her ocean become affected by your starry mist, yet you were as one. Mother and daughter, reunited at last. "My child… I have long been waiting for this time to come." Her voice was almost the same as you remembered it, with an added ethereal quality that made you smile even wider. "I knew I would see you again. You were watching over me, guiding me. You never left me." "It was my purpose, my destiny, to keep you in the light. Just as it was your destiny to leave Arda before the darkness would consume you fully."

"The… darkness…" A flash of fire engulfed you, as the images of your life appeared before you, reminding you of the only existence you had known. You had been so caught up in this otherworldly euphoria that you had somehow left all thought of it behind with your earthly body. Halbrand came back to you, your love, your king, your destiny… or so you had thought. Now your tears became droplets of sorrow, of grief for what you had lost. "Mother… this… this can't be my destiny! I… I'm meant to stay with Halbrand… to ensure that goodness endures in Middle-earth…" A powerful sense of dread invaded you as a realisation struck you. "If I'm gone… then… then…" You couldn't bring yourself to say it, so instead, the words came out of you in a different way, manifesting before you the aftermath of your demise.

You and your mother watched on in silence as Halbrand succumbed to his grief, and succumbed to Sauron. The tears were streaming out of you now, a river that flowed down and into the sea that surrounded your mother. This was Sauron like you had never witnessed. It was pure unadulterated power. The display of which you had heard mention of, but never truly believed that the man you loved was capable of exhibiting such force. Yet it was occurring right before you as if you were standing still in the town square having never left. He had dominion over the elements, conjuring fire, summoning lightning, needing no sword to strike his enemies.

Though it seemed he still took pleasure in the elegance of a sharp blade. Your blade. Sauron murdered Olwenna and Padrig, and your pain was immense. But you were not hateful towards your love, even still, even after seeing this horrid sight… you understood him. Fighting because he must, and because all meaning had been lost, taken away from him. The light had fled with you, nowhere to be found within him. As if the sun itself had been extinguished. Only darkness would remain.

You could feel your grief turn to anger, your sorrow to rage, building quickly within your spirit. The mist that covered you began to darken and your stars dwindled as they fell victim to your change. A new voice entered your ear then, as you drifted back the vision to the moments before your lifeless body became no more. You closed your eyes, imagining your spirit back within your flesh, wanting to hear the words spoken as if your dead body was actually listening. The language was black speech, and although you had never heard it, you understood exactly what it meant.

"And now the fire that burns so blindingly… is our love immortal, burning for eternity."

Sauron's lament, once lines of a loving stanza he had sung to you by the fire. Now they took on a different meaning. Your spirit could not take anymore. The demented screams that escaped you now were carried on a black smoke that billowed quickly from your mouth. The sound clashed almost violently with the serene orchestra that had brought you such joy only moments earlier. It was twisted, deformed, inhuman. It was all you were now.

"Hold onto me, daughter…" You could hear your mother's peaceful voice on the edge of your shriek, your dark music. You turned to see her waves reaching for you, the hand of her spirit outstretched. The screaming endured, and she was enveloped by your charcoal plumes. "SEND… ME… BACK…" you cried, demanding to leave this place, to be apart of it's blissful music no longer. "You want me to remain in the light… I cannot do so here! For parted… Sauron and I will only bring darkness to whatever realm we occupy. I will infect this place, mother… I will be a plague upon it! Is that what you want?"

The smoke from you was fast filling the white space, the music drowned out and replaced by your haunting. Now your mother's tears flowed down and into her ocean. "The time at which your life ended… was a point of no return. There was only shadow ahead. It was the last chance to ensure you left Arda with light in you. I had to protect you." "Why?" you shouted at her, monstrously. "Because a mother loves her daughter… and would sacrifice anything to keep her." "What have you done!?" The weight of your mother's actions hit you with blunt force. "All of your interference only led to our darkness being unleashed! Halbrand is lost!" "My child… I am afraid his dark descent was inevitable… I had to spare you of it… save you." "SEND ME BACK!" you demanded hopelessly, not even questioning if your mother had to power to do so or not. She seemed to be responsible for ripping you out of the arms of your love, why would she not be able to return you to him? "That is something that I cannot do. Your spirit belongs with me now. Until we are called upon to serve our greater purpose."

The opaque fumes that had emanated from you had now completely covered the realm in which you both resided. The music could be heard no longer, and now peace, bliss, was something you would perhaps never find. Existing now in eternal heartache, parted forever from your love, only able to look upon him from a great distance, and watch as he continued on in his world, without his queen by his side…

*****

The lands of Mordor trembled under the power of the fiery mountain, its eruptions sending the blood of Middle-earth up into the sky and down upon the ground, scorching it. New vibrations suddenly began to clash with those of nature, for a great army was marching in, invading the ash covered plains, bracing to war with their enemy. The dark lord stood atop his dark tower, Barad-dûr, a looming symbol of his power within his domain, threatening and evil. Lightning in the distance provided a striking backdrop for the Nazgûl as they flew across the impending battlefield, the screeches of their fell beasts echoing across the landscape. Sauron watched, amused by the attempts of men and elves to conquer him.

His charcoal armour sounded in the air with every step he took, pacing on the precipice of his tower, gazing downward as his orcs howled and readied themselves to fight in his name, banners of The Eye blowing fiercely in the wind. His muted brown hair flowed out long behind him, underneath the six spired crown he wore, signifying his rule. He had grown rather fond of the idea of wearing one ever since his first kingship. Indeed it was the very same crown, only transformed by his own forging, crafted to represent his presence now as the dark lord. Sauron's thoughts of his brief time in Pelargir were never far from his mind. In fact, the city still stood all these years later, untouched by his shadow since the day he left.

Since the day you left.

He grinned, closing his slitted eyes, taking in a deep breath, feeling as if your spirit was passing into him. Sauron always felt you near, for though you had died, it was as he had said, your spirit would always linger, stoking the fire of his beating heart. "Oh my love…" he whispered to you, "Look who comes for slaughter…" he snickered devilishly, the fast drumming of his heart your response as his excitement took hold. It was then he turned to face you, the one ring on his armoured finger, glistening in the flames of Mount Doom, it's power unmatched, transcendent, making the dark lord almost a being of pure omniscience. Feeling it's pull, he glanced at it proudly, for his achievement was great. Though it was not what he considered to be his best work. That, was what he gazed upon now.

For in the very centre of the summit of Barad-dûr, there stood a statue. A monument, an effigy… of you. Wrought in blackened iron, your love had crafted an image of you, capturing your beauty, your love, and your reign as queen. For on your form was shaped your diadem atop your head, and your wedding gown which Sauron had captured expertly, down to the detail within the billowing sleeves of pearl. He had recreated the way the dress had moved, even with this statue as still as the night, it looked as if it were fluttering elegantly in the wind.

This sculpture was also your tomb, and the last touch added to the dark tower upon its completion. Inside the great forge of the mountain, your love had fused your ashes within the iron, giving you new life, a new vessel from which to rule. Sauron stepped towards your ethereal figure, gazing up at the soft smile he had carved on your face, and he took off the sharp metal glove from his left hand, revealing his wedding ring. He had never removed it. Placing that same hand upon your own ringed finger, connecting the two bands of your love he had made for you both in Pelargir, Sauron beamed up at you as a single tear shed from him. The wind blew around him then in a circular motion, just as it did that day when your ashes had spiralled around him in farewell. He couldn't help but let out a loving laugh, and just for a moment, he was a humble blacksmith again, working a forge on Númenor, greeting a beautiful woman who had stumbled upon his workshop. And now, he beheld his greatest creation. The meaning of his life.

Sauron kissed your hand gently, grateful to have his queen by his side. As it was destined. Though together, but very much apart, the darkness was victorious over the light, and the shadow of Sauron, of Barad-dûr, of you swept across the lands, and the lady of light was ever out of reach.

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[barbedbetty]

Entangled

Halbrand x reader

Warnings: 18+, rough sex, doggy style, some possessive dirty talk, girl on top, tied down, wrap it up ppl

I knew Captain Elendil would take Galadriel to the hall of records on the other side of the island, I didn’t know when he'd take her there but I knew he would. He was a very predictable man.

Halbrand wasn’t completely up front with his plans, but I knew Galadriel was part of them. How, I’m not sure. I watched her and Elendil ride back into the city from a balcony in the library.

When Galadriel came back, I saw her race from the stables to the library. I was reorganizing a few books about the history of the island when she bursted through the doors.

I was on the second level and she had entered on the ground floor. She looked to her right and started scanning the shelves, clearly looking for something specific.

“May I help you find anything, my lady?” I asked politely. My voice carried to her and it must’ve surprised her, she flipped around with a hand on her dagger. She smiled once she recognized me.

“Good evening,” she said. “I was wondering if there are any books on the royal bloodlines of Middle Earth here?”

She began to walk towards me and I turned to the spiral iron staircase, quickly but calmly getting to her level.

“I apologize, Lady Galadriel, but there are no volumes about Middle Earth here apart from the maps over here.” I led her to a large octagon table encased in glass with a war map of the main continent.

She sighed and looked it over.

I took a second to really look her over, she is quite lovely. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my existence. Her golden hair reflected the sunlight like a crystal and the blue of her gown really brought out her eyes, they shone like sapphires. But she exuded a confidence that could only come from a military background, she clearly wanted people to respect her opinion more than her beauty.

My chest suddenly felt tight with an unfamiliar feeling when I thought about how comfortable her and Halbrand looked together when they arrived.

She turned back to me and gave a gentle smile.

“I figured as much, they have a strange habit of ignoring things that didn’t originate on the island.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed that too.” I smiled back at her. “I’ve combed this library three times for any information of Middle Earth and the map is the only thing I can find in this library.”

She shrugged and looked around the room for a moment.

“I just found something…” she trailed off and looked back at me. “You knew Halbrand back in the Southlands?”

I nodded and quickly thought back to what he told me.

“Yes, he was a blacksmith and I was working in a tavern. We grew up together.”

“Did he ever mention his family heritage?” She crossed her arms and began looking at the books again. As if any book on this level would help her.

“Not really, he once spoke about an ancestor that was some kind of knight or royal guard but even then I’m not sure of the story was true or not.”

She nodded and turned her back to me to pull a book off the shelf. I noticed a piece of parchment under her belt. I had a feeling she already had an answer to the question she was asking.

“Why do you ask, my lady?” I walked over to a table with a couple of open books and began to stack them to put them away.

“I think that Halbrand may have a bigger role to play in the upcoming battle for the Southlands.” Her voice was filled with a determination that made me slightly uneasy.

“What do you mean?” I looked up and noticed she had turned back to face me from across the room.

“I mean that the Dark Lord Sauron is gathering strength and plans to take over the Southlands.” I saw the general in her appear and I was impressed. “I plan on making a deal with Queen Miriel to provide an army to accompany us back to Middle Earth and put Halbrand on the throne.”

My shock was genuine at this point.

“Halbrand? King?” I shook my head. “I mean, it sounds-“

“There is a reason we have all found ourselves here, together.” She walked towards me. “We are here to fight back against this evil before it poisons the entire land.”

I looked at her for a moment and nodded.

“You came here to trace his family line.” She nodded.

“Do you think that maybe it could be here?” She asked.

I looked around and ran a hand through my hair.

“I’ll look again, but don’t get too hopeful.” She smiled at me and breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” she nodded to the door. “I’ll be off then, good evening.”

She curtsied then went on her way.

I picked up the stack of books and walked to the second level. I had already destroyed the file record about the royal crests of middle earth and now I went to the shelf where I had hidden the book. I don’t like destroying books but I couldn’t risk her finding out that the family Halbrand had claimed was from a broken line.

I took the book and brought it to the repair desk. I worked late into the night breaking the binding and taking out the pages all about the Southlands. Then I re-bound the pages with the original leather cover.

I stood in front of the fire and watched the pages I took out burn to ash.

As I watched it burn, I thought back to the plan Halbrand had briefly talked about before. It was madness and chaotic, he was counting on certain people to act in certain ways to lay the groundwork for his takeover. It was part of his argument that these people were basically burying themselves in trouble and whether he interferes or not, they will burn themselves.

Time is a funny thing to an immortal. I’ve lived through the ages and served both sides, I've seen the constellations move and mountains grow.

Even if Halbrands plan takes another thousand years to complete, that day will come. And even then I might wish it would have taken longer.

I was planning on taking the newly edited book to Galadriel the next day but when I asked after her in the throne room, she had already been arrested for sedition.

That strange tightening constricted my chest again when I thought about how Galadriels cell would be next to Halbrands.

My Halbrand.

I pushed that feeling away and went back to my room.

I bathed and was getting dressed for bed when I heard a knock at my door.

I tied on a red dressing robe and opened the door.

Halbrand was standing in a new blue tunic with a shiny brass crest pinned to his shoulder.

He smiled proudly at me and winked.

“Good evening, my lady.”

I felt my lips tilt into a smirk and I reached out and grabbed the front of his tunic and pulled him inside.

He chuckled and kicked the door shut with his foot. He kept walking forward making me retreat until the backs of my thighs hit the bed.

He held my face in his hands and stared at me for a moment, I wanted nothing more than to kiss him but he held us apart for a moment.

“Galadriel told me-“

I snapped.

I grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him to my lips and kissed him hard. He groaned and I slowly pushed my tongue into his mouth and gently flicked his tongue with my own. I felt him shiver as his hands traced down my body.

I pulled my head back and pushed on his shoulders to force us to switch positions and he fell back on the bed.

I couldn’t explain it but that tightening in my chest I felt before had now just flooded my body and I had a sudden need to show him that we belonged together. He ripped my robe apart as I untied his belt and tugged on his clothes till we were both naked. He crawled backwards on the bed and I climbed on top of him.

I took him in my hand and moaned as I felt how hard he was already.

“I need you.” I moaned as I leaned forward and kissed him again.

He laid back and smirked at me as he took a firm hold of my hips and tugged me forward till his cock was rubbing against my clit.

I whimpered at the shock that went through my body and dug my nails into his shoulders.

“Take what you need, luv.” He whispered. “Take your time.”

I didn’t want slow.

But a part of me wanted to torture him first.

“Close your eyes, my lord.” I whispered as I leaned forward to kiss him again.

He smirked and closed his eyes, his hands were resting at my hips just caressing my skin.

I reached to the side and grabbed a scarf I wore earlier and as quickly as I could, I grabbed his hands and pulled them above his head and knotted them to the headboard.

Halbrands eyes flew open and he looked up at the knot I had done.

He looked back at me and smiled.

“What are you doing?” He asked slowly. He didn’t test the knot, barely even moved his wrists.

“Reminding you that you belong to me, my Dark Lord.” I sat up and gently rubbed up my own body as his eyes devoured my every move.

I adjusted my hips and felt his cock push at my entrance again. Reaching down, I took a hold of his hard cock and lined myself up and gently pushed my hips down, moaning as I took him inside me. He moaned as he watched me and I saw the muscles flex across his body as he fought against thrusting up.

I was slow and gentle, circling my hips as I took him deep inside me. Rubbing my breasts with my own hands, I moaned at the sensation and shivered as I took him all the way inside me.

“Oh, I never want anyone else.” I moaned as I pinched my nipples and jerked my hips a little.

I wanted to ride him like a warhorse but I took a deep breath and tilted my torso back a little till the head of his cock hit the one spot inside me that made me chuffed and cry out.

I started touching my body again, running my hands up and down my skin.

“I only want you deep inside me.” I whispered as I rocked my hips as gently as I could.

“No one else could make me feel this good.” I looked down at him and moaned again as his cock kept rubbing in the most perfect way inside me.

His eyes were black and he was panting, every muscle looked hard and rigid. His firsts were tangled up in the scarf and he looked absolutely feral. Like a mountain lion waiting for the perfect moment for the kill.

“Only your cock can make me feel this perfect.” I moaned as I reached down with one hand to rub my clit. Once the pads of my fingers found it, I threw my head back and cried out, rocking my hips harder.

“No one else but us.” I moaned louder and began to feel an orgasm build inside me, I needed it. He was groaning and growling as I moved and it was sending me closer to the edge.

Halbrand groaned and I leaned back more to lean on his thigh.

“Oh yes!” He felt even deeper and that one spot was making me insane now. I rubbed my clit harder and threw my head back.

“Say that it’s just us.” I whimpered as my body began to flutter. “Just us!”

His body felt so taut beneath me and I barely registered it as I chased my release.

“It’s only ever been us.” He said in a low growl that sent me over the edge.

I screamed as I came, my body freezing up so tightly it almost hurt. My back bowed and my hair cascaded down my back, I shuddered as I moaned still moving my hips to make the feeling last. I rubbed my clit till I couldn’t take it anymore,

Panting and moving slowly, I leaned forward again. I moaned as a shiver wracked my body at the sudden flash of coldness that kissed my skin. Halbrand was still hot and hard inside me, but my legs were like jelly.

I was still panting and pushed my hair back as I looked down at Halbrand.

He was panting and staring up at me like there was nothing else in the world.

As he should be.

I smiled weakly and opened my mouth to speak when he yanked hard at his wrists and snapped the scarf in two.

I gasped as he grabbed my hips, forcing me down on his cock making me cry out again as he rolled us so he could be on top.

“Halb-“ I started but then he ripped one part of the scarf off his hand and wrapped it around my mouth and roughly knotted it behind my hair.

“I can’t take it anymore.” He grunted as he reached down and held onto my hips in a bruising grip. He pulled his hips back and shouted as he pulled out of me, my own cries were muffled and the sensation made me feel empty.

Suddenly, he flipped my body and pushed my face into the pillow as he yanked my hips up and slapped my ass so hard my sight went white.

“My girl.” He groaned as he felt up my ass and I shivered.

“Mine.” He growled so low I almost didn’t catch it. I wanted to turn my head to watch him but then he thrusted his entire length inside me and I cried out. My body welcoming him but the rush still took my breath away.

“S’pretty.” He moaned and panted as he set a rough and brutal pace, chasing his own release.

“Mine.” He growled as he gripped my hips tighter and thrusted harder.

“You belong with me.” He snapped as he fucked me into the bed, tilting my hips higher making me cry out against the scarf.

I shuddered as he used my body so roughly, it was feral and fast and I loved every second. His nails dig into my flesh and he was snarling like an animal, claiming my body as his conquest.

I clawed at the sheets as another orgasm swept through my body without warning. I cried out as my pussy pulsed around his cock and he cried out at the sensation.

“Only you,” he moaned between thrusts. “Only mine.”

Too soon, he snapped me back against his hips and I felt him came deep inside me, he shouted his release and bent over my body as he panted hard. I felt his heart pound in his chest as he pushed against my back.

He kissed my shoulder, nipping at it making me yelp behind the scarf. He chuckled at my sound and purred against my skin, detaching his hands from my hips and shamelessly feeling up my torso. It made me whimper with overstimulation.

“My beautiful queen.” He murmured as he bit at my skin again and kneaded my breasts in his rough palms. “My queen has no need to feel jealous.”

My whole body stiffened. I felt him smile against my skin.

“Yes, my darling, my love, you are jealous.” He whispered. He wrapped his big arms around my torso and hugged me tightly from behind as he gently pulled his cock out of me. He began to kiss down my back making me sigh.

“Galadriel is a means to an end.” I felt jealousy deep into my veins once more and I knew he sensed it. His hands stroked my skin to relax me again.

“But if this is the way you need to purge jealousy from your skin, I’m more than fine with it.” He whispered as he continued kissing my skin.

I reached up and tugged the scarf from my mouth and turned around to face him. He stared down at me, his skin flushed from exertion and his hair tousled. He smirked as I laid back and I couldn’t help the blush that I knew bloomed across my skin as he looked down at me like I was a work of art that he was seeing for the first time.

He reached down and stroked my cheek and jaw with his hand.

“Why is *she* involved in your plans?” I whispered up at him, my heart still aching from even the thought he could maybe look at her that way he’s looking at me. “What is she to you?”

His smile faded but he kept a soft gaze on me.

“She needs to feel doubt about her people. I need her so distracted by betrayal to notice anything else.” He explained softly. His thumb kept rubbing gently at my cheek.

“So it’s a coincidence she’s the most beautiful elf that has walked the earth?” My voice was sharper than I intended but I wasn’t going to apologize for it. I pulled away and yanked a sheet to cover my chest, I pushed my hair away from my forehead and sat up.

“Is she?” His smile twisted his lips again and I knew he was teasing me but it still hurt.

“Don’t act like she’s not perfect in every way.” I muttered and curled my knees up. “She’d make a queen that people would beg to serve.”

He crawled up and sat next to me, he reached for my chin and tilted my face to look at him.

“She may be a vision of light, but you my love as my equal in every way.” He pulled me onto his lap and looked up at me. “I would do anything for you, my love.”

His eyes pleaded with me to believe him.

“I’d cross the oceans for you again. I would raise mountains for you. I’d build a ship to sail the stars and reclaim the simarils for you.” I chuckled and he smiled at me. “I will do anything you ask me to do to prove my love to you. There is no one who could ever match me that way you do, you exceed in so many things that I never could. You push me to be more than what I am.”

He brushed my hair back and suddenly looked sad.

“When Morgoth took you away, I wanted to burn the world to find you again.” He pushed his forehead against mine. “Wherever you were, whatever cell or cave or dungeon you were in I would’ve happily joined you there for the rest of time.”

I felt tears well up in my eyes and I leaned forward and kissed him softly, he breathed in deeply and threaded his hands through my hair to keep me close.

We pulled apart and I put my fingers through his hair.

“I don’t think I-“ I choked on my words and kissed him again.

“I know, my darling, I know.” He held me close and I cried softly into his shoulder.

We held onto each for a while longer. I don’t know how long but eventually, Halbrand laid back and held me on his chest, he whispered my name and how much he loves me and that he’d do anything for me.

I nuzzled his neck as sleep overtook him and I took awhile to watch him as he slept peacefully. The way his skin was reflecting the moonlight, how his silky hair felt between my fingers.

I stared at him, knowing deep in my soul that nothing could divide our passion for each other.

Not even her.

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[little-diable]

Darkness - Halbrand (smut)

As promised, I finally got to sit down and write a Halbrand drabble. Please reblog and like if you enjoyed reading this. I'd appreciate it. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Halbrand catches the reader admiring the stars, and while the ship sails ahead to Middle Earth, he makes her feel things no Human nor Sindarin words could ever describe.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, somewhat public sex

Pairing: Halbrand x Elf!fem!reader

The stars were twinkling in the sky, blinking one by one as if they were telling a story - each waiting for their turn. She couldn’t draw her eyes away from them, and had never been able to stop admiring the finest and rawest beauty this world could offer her. 

“What do you see? Up there, I mean.” His voice ripped her out of her thoughts, forcing her eyes away from the sky. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes met his, momentarily losing her trail of thought. 

From the moment their paths had crossed on that forsaken raft, he had made her feel like this. A feeling no human nor Sindarin words could manage to describe. 

“Secrets. Long forgotten stories of the ones whose names we no longer remember.” Halbrand took a step closer, and another, till he came to rest next to her, hands placed on the wooden railing of the ship, right next to hers. With her teeth biting the inside of her cheek, (y/n) forced herself to stare ahead, not wanting to lose herself in his closeness. 

“If being on that raft for endless nights taught me one thing, it was to admire what I’ve never allowed myself to admire before.” Her breath hitched in her chest as he slowly placed his hand on top of hers, interlacing their fingers. Perhaps she should have pushed him away. Perhaps she should have chased the distance he was currently minimising. And yet she didn’t. She couldn’t.

“Do you fear the days ahead?” It took Halbrand a moment to reply, he turned his body towards hers, fingers still interlaced as his other hand found her cheek. He studied her features, held the same expression she had when she had admired the sky above. Heat rushed through her body like the river flowing through Valinor, taking over every part of her body. 

“I don’t fear much, the only thing I fear is the uneasiness lying ahead.” Halbrand squeezed her hand, distracting her from his words. With his eyes flickering down to her lips, he pulled her closer, not sparing any attention to the closeby soldiers. Stuck in a trance neither of them had ever felt before, she felt his breath teasing her lips, wanting to draw her in.

An impatient huff rumbled through her, hoping that he’d give in and finally press his lips against hers, wanting to chase the contact mere humans would describe with the most loving words imaginable. With a chuckle clawing through him, Halbrand kissed her, lips perfectly moulding against hers.

(Y/n)’s body worked on its own, arms finding their way around his neck, pulling the smirking man even closer. His hands were no longer searching hers, though placed on her waist to keep her in place, not daring to let go of (y/n). Both had a hard time breathing, hearts racing too fast for their bodies to catch up with, urged on by the carnal desire to feel and experience more than this. 

With a sigh he pulled away from her, staring at her for a few seconds before he started to pull her along. No further words were spoken as Halbrand guided (y/n) down to the bottom of the ship, having a place in mind that could offer some kind of privacy to the two. Halbrand took in his surroundings before he pushed her into the small cabin, lips searching hers once again. 

They were engulfed by darkness, though a darkness so comforting, (y/n) didn’t spare any thoughts on the dangers lingering in this very cabin. Halbrand’s calloused fingers did quick work of her uniform, helping her out of the metal, exposing her body with every piece finding its way to the ground. (Y/n)’s fingers did work of their own, desperate to feel his warm skin beneath her fingers. 

She found herself pressed against the nearest wall as the last piece of clothing was torn off her body, leaving Halbrand to explore the skin he couldn’t see in the dark. One of her hands trailed down his upper body, tracing the carefully chiselled muscles - one by one - before she reached her destination. 

“Fuck,” Halbrand moaned against her lips, eyes fluttering close to relish in the unfamiliar touch. She pumped him slow at first, not wanting to rush the moment, and yet (y/n) couldn’t help but hope to hear his voice again. But before his vocal cords could produce yet another sound, he pulled her hand off his cock. 

Without another warning, Halbrand pulled one of her legs around his waist, hand disappearing between her thighs. She was dripping for him, desperate to feel him buried inside of her like she had dreamt of him doing for days on end now. Her head fell against his shoulder, muffling the sound of her moans.

“Shh, gotta be quiet, we don’t want to wake the others, do we?” A spurt of adrenaline shot through her, head slowly shaking from left to right. His fingers circled her clit, adding more pressure to his touch as Halbrand kept on teasing her, dragging out the moment. Whimpers, moans and silent beggings rolled off her tongue, hoping that he’d give in and fuck her, giving the two what they’ve been desperate for. 

And as if he no longer could hold back, Halbrand let go of her for a moment, only to align himself with her heat. He pulled her in for a searing kiss, distracting her from the feeling of his cock slowly sinking into her tightness. Their moans were swallowed by their close contact, hearts singing a tune of lust and adoration, hoping that the moment would never pass. 

A devilish grin tugged on Halbrand’s lips, she pulsed around him, moans growing louder with every ferocious thrust. He fucked her against the wall, leaving his marks, claiming her as his. And she loved every second of it, not daring to think about the ones lying nearby. 

“God,” Halbrand groaned, eyes squeezed shut as he tightened his grip on her leg, nails leaving marks behind on her skin. “We should have done this much sooner.” 

(Y/n) couldn’t reply, too focused on her arising high, hand disappearing between their bodies to circle her clit, pushing her further towards the edge. Her walls fluttered around his cock, trying to pull him even closer, begging him to pick up the pace of his thrusts. Their moans bled together, forming a moment so raw, so intimate, neither Halbrand or (y/n) ever experienced before.  

“Cum for me, love.” With a deep breath sucked into her aching lungs, (y/n) came on his cock. He had to cover her mouth with his hand, drowning out her moans. And with one last thrust, Halbrand followed her down the edge, imprinting himself on her walls, heat thumping through her system. 

“I got you, hold on.” Sweet nothings were murmured as he pulled out of her, keeping her close to stabilise her trembling frame. And as they were standing there, engulfed by darkness, they were sure that they were admiring something far more beautiful than the twinkling stars.

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Suspicious Minds - Halbrand (AU) x Reader x Aragorn - Chapter I

Pairing: Halbrand (AU) x Female Ranger!Reader x Aragorn

summary: In an alternative universe, Halbrand was never Sauron. He was the secondborn son of Arathorn II and Gilgraen. Unborn by the time of his father's death his mother, along with a two-year old Aragorn, flees to Rivendell. This fic means to explore both a love-triangle scenario between the two brothers, as well as their relationship and how this would affect Aragorn's character. Basically this is a very self-indulgent fanfic so bear with me.

Word count: 978

Warnings: Sexy, sexy Halbrand. other than that, none yet.

A/N: This fic is written from a third-person perspective but will shift POV's throughout. I'll label the chapters accordingly. I do not like using the ''y/n'' thing so while it is an ''X reader'' fic, I will not be calling our nameless gurl anything nor will i indicate any eye or hair color.

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Chapter I - Halbrand

‘You wish for your brother to fail?’

Halbrand gave pause; turning to meet the inquisitive eyes of the woman having entered his study. The woman whose very eyes made his knees weak and chest tighten. The very woman whom had captured his heart.  

Her sharp question registered only a little bit later and he cleared his throat. Placing down the feathered quill he sat back in his seat. ‘Why would you ask me such a thing?’ he attempted to deflect; ‘surely you do not think-’

‘You will not lie to me, Halbrand’, she cut him off; sharp and unrelenting as a knife as she stood before his desk. And even in that moment, did he find himself taken with her. Gods, she could tear out his heart and he would still be at her knees.

He pursed his lips at her accusation however; head lowered for but a moment before he met her gaze again. And as he did, he caught the softening in her facial expression. ‘Have you lent the Dark Lord your ear?’ she wondered and he noted the trace of fear in her sweet voice; ‘please tell me you have not.’

He had pushed himself out of his chair then adjusted the scattered papers lying atop the otherwise neat desk. ‘You fear for my safety? I did not realize you were so taken with my well-being, my Lady’ he returned the inquiry with a certain edge of smugness.

And he adored the way she rolled her eyes at him, the way she carded her thin fingers through her unruly hair. ‘You think I jest?’ she scoffed then stepped towards him. ‘The One Ring has been found. War is coming. It threatens us all and yet you spoke against the quest to save us all’, she argued.

He clenched his jaw displeased by the grim reminder. As if he wished to recall her hurt gaze during that meeting. As if he had ill intent by speaking his mind. As if he wasn’t terrified to lose his brother-

Her tender hands slipping within his startled him out of his thoughts. Her eyes so saddened as they linked with his. ‘Please, tell me the truth of it’, she damn-near pleaded; ‘please tell me you have not lost your heart to the darkness.’

Her palms were calloused resting against his. The grime and dirt washed away from her lovely features and her lithe body clad in a silvery blue gown. Yet all this did nothing to hide the Ranger whom she truly was:

One of the Dúnedain same as him.

Same as Aragorn, the destined King; the firstborn son.

He did not wish to be plagued by such envy yet more oft than not, did he feel it cloud his mind. He was envious of his brother whom had turned away from his responsibilities as the rightful King. Like Aragorn, Halbrand had been told the truth of his lineage once he came of age. Yet Elrond in all his supposed wisdom had told him not to pursue the path of Kingship for it was not destined for him.

For Aragorn had been given the name Estel.

For his brother was meant to rekindle hope within the Races of Men.

But despite this, he had done naught to fulfil that destiny.

Gods, it infuriated him.

‘Halbrand?’

She peered up at him through her eyelashes puzzled by his silence. He went to scrape his throat then answered her. ‘I am not the agent of chaos you fear’, he said then drew his thumbs softly along her knuckles; ‘you needn’t look at me as if I am.’

She let out a sigh of both relief and shame. ‘Forgive me-I thought-’ she stumbled over her words making him tighten his hold on her.

‘You thought I would doom of Middle-Earth for a crown to be placed upon my head?’ he wondered and she glanced at him guiltily. Though, he was only amused by her.

‘It is within the realm of possibility, my Lady. Mayhaps, it would be the only way for Men to see my worth’, he taunted her.

She huffed. ‘You mustn’t make lightly of this. Your worth is not dictated by whether or not a crown sits upon your brow-’ ‘then by what? Hmm?’ he cut her off; stern yet sincere.

‘By what is my worth measured then? By those whom follow me? Love me?’ he continued to ask as he looked down at their still entwined hands. She was quick to notice this and he could have sworn he saw a hint of pink blossoming on her cheeks.

‘You ought to mind that sly tongue of yours’, she retorted.

He let out a quiet but brief laugh. ‘Ah. But that is not an answer to my question, meleth nîn(my love)’, his words caused the flush on her face to deepen and he reveled in that knowledge.

‘You have plenty whom would willingly follow you’, was her quiet response though he wasn’t quite finished with her yet. He tugged her towards him; his nose at the height of her forehead as he whispered:

‘And would you? Hmm?’

Upon her silence, he slipped his fingers under her jaw. Lifting her head gently he then gazed into those eyes he had come to adore. He let himself admire the fullness of her lips for a moment, before he met the beauty which was her soft stare.

But before he could lean down and claim her for his own, there was a knock at his door. And with that, the tension between them was broken leaving her to tuck her hair idly behind her ears. ‘I-I ought to take my leave’, she said then bowed; ‘good day, my Lord.’

She had brushed past none other than Aragorn on her way out, which left Halbrand highly irritated and partially fearful for the confrontation which would come.

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[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

[erathene]

Not-Yet-Written-Fics Game

AKA sh*t from my OneNote "Ideas" page that no-one asked for but maybe I'll write ✨someday✨

Thanks for the tag @fishing4stars 😘 I've also added the likelihood of these ideas actually making it onto paper 😂

The Game-of-Thrones-Style longfic idea: An unnamed OC is the only child of the king in a kingdom east of Rûhn. The king is a widower and remarries, and OC gains a stepmother and stepbrother. The king then dies, suddenly and in mysterious circumstances. Stepmother ensures that stepbrother takes the crown, not OC who is the rightful heir, and stepbrother then makes alliances with Mordor. OC flees, taking refuge in the West. Gandalf hears of these events and does not want Mordor to have more allies, so tries to convince OC to take back their crown. Cue angst and indecision over whether or not they can face their stepfamily and grief for their father to reclaim what is rightfully theirs. Alliances are made, probably with the Elves of Mirkwood, who help OC reclaim the throne and turn the kingdom away from darkness. All events take place during the War of the Ring. Probability of this being written: 1/10 due to the world-building and OCs required to fabricate a whole new kingdom.

The tenth walker idea: Elrond sends a historian / scribe along with the Fellowship to document the ring's destruction as an important event in the history of Middle Earth. Eventual Female!Bookworm x Aragorn pairing because I am the author and I get to decide. Protective!Aragorn would be just *chef's kiss*. Probability of this being written: 6/10, I like it but it would likely break my 'don't write movie scenes' personal rule of writing LOTR fics 😅

The LOTR/Wheel of Time crossover: Nynaeve is going through the Arches to become Accepted, and the final Arch leads to Middle Earth. I think there would be a lot of potential to explore how the One Power works/doesn't work in ME, and how it is received by people if it does. I also think there are some similar traits between Nynaeve and Aragorn (wisdom/chieftain, healer, foraging/tracking) which would also be fun to explore: are they friends or do they get on each other's last nerve? Also what sin or fear does Nynaeve have to face in ME that means she was sent there in the first place? There are just so many angles that could be examined in this, if I had the time (no pun intended..). Probability of this being written: 5/10, I feel like I don't know enough about the Wheel of Time fandom, as I've only watched the TV series.

The Silmarillion/Rings of Power idea: Either an OC or Reader fic, haven't decided. Sauron has been brought to Numenor as a prisoner, OC is a prison guard. Sauron is extremely talkative, OC is very wary of him and the way he speaks; it's persuasive, manipulative and not like other prisoners. Over time, OC watches Sauron talk his way out of the prison cell and into society, climbing the ranks until they comes across him again at the royal court. OC tries to convince someone, anyone, that Sauron should be back in the cell where he belongs, but nobody listens except Elendil. The fic examines the forming of the Faithful and the events leading up to the downfall of Numenor, featuring ROP resident Hot Men™ Elendil and Halbrand. Probability of this being written: 4/10, requires more silmarillion reading, though that might increase when ROP Season 2 is released.

Aaaand that's all I have! Let's send a no-pressure tag to @emmanuellececchi, @torturedhoesdepartment and @inkedmoth (sorry if you have been tagged already 😅). If anyone else sees this and wants to join in, I'd love to see what's rattling around in your brain!

#writing game

[thecoziestbean]

FANFIC ROUNDUP 2023

LIST OF FANWORKS

POSTED

The Venus of Valinor | Haladriel art heist au | E | 9/13 (wip)

Missed Connections | Haladriel ficlet | G | 2/2

meet me at the edge | Haladriel prairie gothic au | E | 4/? (wip) | dead dove

My Way or the Highway | Haladriel road trip au | E | one-shot

Hellbrand & Ghouladriel Week Drabbles | T | 8/8

Looking Glass | Haladriel horror au | E | one-shot | dead dove

Haladriel Winter Solstice Ficlets & Drabbles | M | 5/5

Yuletide fic to be revealed Jan 1!

For a total of 102,060 words. I'm blown away by this. I hadn't written for fun (outside of notes for d&d games) in over a decade before this past year. Haladriel truly has done wonders for my creativity.

UNPOSTED WIPS

run through the forest (settle before the sun) | BG3 Halsin x Reader dark fairy tale au | E | one-shot (??? - this keeps threatening to turn multi-chapter)

sharp as a razor, sweet as honeysuckle | Haladriel rodeo au | E | one-shot

skin i been through, dies behind me | Haladriel western au | E | one-shot

grow with a hunger | Haladriel arctic isolation horror au | E | multi-chapter dead dove

Untitled Haladriel Moulin Rouge au | E | multi-chapter dead dove

Untitled Haladriel newsroom exes au | E | multi-chapter romcom

TOTAL # OF COMPLETED WORKS/FANDOMS WRITTEN IN

6 completed works written in 2 fandoms

5 in LOTR: The Rings of Power for Haladriel

1 in [redacted until Jan 1]

OVERALL THOUGHTS

I sure do love a woman teetering on the precipice of something.

PERSONAL FAVORITE?

It's really hard to choose, but I think meet me at the edge. It started as a goofy little brainworm about what if Tevildo was a Black Phillip-esque figure trying to lure Galadriel away from the light, and here we are 40k later, and I think it's some of the best writing I've ever done. I love westerns, I love horror, I love stories about girlhood and womanhood and where the boundaries between the two are, and I especially love stories about women hanging on by their last thread and then saying fuck it and letting it all go.

MOST UNDERAPPRECIATED?

I guess maybe my little ficlet duology Missed Connections? I'm really proud of that strange little story. I wrote it for Haladriel Week last spring. It's inspired by the old Missed Connections ads that used to be in the paper (and I think are still on craigslist). Anyway, these two are set during the first age in Valinor, one each from Mairon and Artanis' perspectives. I keep thinking about expanding it to add new ones for each age. Maybe that's something I'll do in 2024.

MOST POPULAR?

Just by straight kudos, The Venus of Valinor.

STORY WITH THE SEXIEST MOMENT?

Eek! I don't know, I find it kind of hard to assess the sexiness of the smut you write yourself. It's probably something from meet me, though. The scene at the creek when Halbrand feeds Galadriel the peach still gets me a little flustered when I reread it:

The air grows heavy and still around them. She feels like she’s moving through honey as she leans forward and grabs his wrist in her slender hand, before lowering her lips to wrap around the slice of fruit in his fingers. His nostrils flare as he feeds the peach into her mouth. He drags the rough pads of his fingers across her tongue and then her lips, smearing juice in their wake. The salty tang of his skin mixes with the sweet bite slithering down her gullet to feed the twisting creature nestled deep in her belly.

Her breath catches in her throat when he brings his hand back to his mouth. He uses the flat of his tongue to lick up the last remnants of juice in one broad stroke, from his palm to the tips of his fingers, eyes grown dark in the deepening shade of the cottonwood.

“Delicious.”

MOST FUN STORY TO WRITE?

They're all the most fun to write at one point or another, otherwise I wouldn't be writing them! I've definitely been on a meet me kick lately though. The last couple of chapters are parts of the story I've been excited to get to since I first came up with the idea and started outlining it.

HARDEST?

I've found my writing habits are definitely influenced by what's going on in my real life. There have been some really rough patches this year, and during those times it was next to impossible to work on Venus. I just couldn't get into a romcom headspace, but it was a lot easier and more natural to write meet me during those times.

BIGGEST SURPRISE?

That the Haladriel brainrot is as strong now, if not stronger, than it was a year ago. I've had my share of hyperfixations, but this one's on another level. I really enjoyed writing my Yuletide fic for another fandom, and I'm enjoying dipping my toe into the BG3 waters (will probably even go for a full swim), but I still have so many ideas for Haladriel and I seem to have more every day.

DID YOU TAKE ANY RISKS IN WRITING THIS YEAR?

Becoming active in fandom! I’d always been more of a lurker, and I’ve never shared anything I created, so everything about writing and sharing my fic was a risk. And it was so worth it. This is the most creatively energized I’ve felt in years. I hadn't written for fun in over a decade before Haladriel, so I'll be forever grateful to this pairing for helping me shake off the cobwebs.

MOST UNINTENTIONALLY TELLING STORY?

Alas, I can't get into it because it hasn't been fully revealed but my Yuletide fic. I stumbled into some stuff writing that one that made me go, huh, ok, file that away to reflect on more closely at a later date.

FAVORITE LINES/SCENES?

The smut in Chapter 9 of Venus was so much fun to write, but I'm particularly proud of this: He wanted to see the golden Noldor heiress unleashed. He wanted to see her claiming – no taking – what she wanted. Not in service of others, not to protect her family’s reputation or to cover up the mistakes of fucking Fëanor Noldor, but in recognition of her own needs, her own power. Well, here she was: feral, greedy, free. A wild, unfettered creature demanding to be fucked. And who was he to deny to her?

I wrote a lot of drabbles this year, and some of my favorites are: Hungry Roots, The Eye in the Storm, and The Frozen Wood. I see these three as connected.

And honestly, the entirety of chapter 4 of meet me: the calf, the fights with her brothers and father, the scenes with Halbrand in the barn, the storm... 14k of smut and violence that were some of the heaviest lifting I've ever done and I'm so fucking proud of the end result.

MY FAVE PART OF FANDOM IN 2023

Finding and connecting with the Haladriel fandom. I’ve met some of the kindest, funniest, more creative people through it. We’ve taken some hits, but all in all, joining this fandom has truly been a highlight of my year.

2024 WRITING AMBITIONS

Writing every day, or as close to as I can, even if it’s just a couple of sentences, so that writing is just a steady, regular part of my day to day life. I went over a decade without it, and never want to go back. I’m having way too much fun.

I’d also like to finish my two current big WIPs. I’ve got lots of other big, multi-chapter projects in mind, but I can only hold so much in my head at a time, so I want to clear a few things from my plate before I tackle a new big project.

2024 FICS ON THE IMMEDIATE HORIZON

Jan 1 - Yuletide fic reveal

BG3 Halsin x Reader dark fairy tale one-shot

The Venus of Valinor: Chapter 10

March - Haladriel Fic Exchange

Thanks to @liminal-zone for the format and inspo!

#cozy writes #fanfiction roundup #haladriel #meet me at the edge #the venus of valinor

[hiddlestonspassionsackx]

To Love You (Chapter 1) - Halbrand x reader

Summary: You are a Healer on a ship bound to the Southlands and find yourself getting involved in more than you bargained for with a man who is not all he seems. Smut, romance and chaos occurs.

Pairing: Halbrand x reader (you)

Warnings: Smut, death and violence.

You saw him standing, looking out across the dark sea. You watched him for what seemed like hours, his brown hair gently blowing in the sea air. You couldn’t see his face, you’d only caught a glimpse of it before, when he made his entrance onto the ship back at Numenor. Whoever he was, there was something about him that moved you, his armour was catching the last of the light from the sky and he in all of the few minutes that you watched him, he never moved an inch.

Wow.

You thought to yourself, how could someone have such presence just by being.

You were stood below deck, the steps to the top deck in front of you, and from just the right angle on the fourth step, you could see him. You’d stopped on your way up to get some air. The cabin below was mainly filled with sea guards and the violent snores had kept you from falling off to sleep.

The rest of the ship was quiet, your gaze focused on the stranger watching the waves.

How you ended up on the ship was no mystery. Your talents as a Healer were not lost on those around you and most healers from your guild had been reluctant to accept a post on the ship, but not you. Your sense of adventure had always been fierce, and your love for your role even more so. Despite this, the Captain of the ship, Elendil, did not want you to accept the post. You were a close friend of his family, your father, although adoptive, was close to Elendil’s age and had worked alongside him for many years before he passed. Above all, he treated you almost as a second daughter, and you found him to be protective of you, just like a father would be. You valued that beyond words.

Elendil had always cared deeply about those around him, he would rarely say anything to that effect, but he did not need to, you felt it.

Isildur, his son and your childhood friend, had often been on the receiving end of your talents, the training could be brutal for the Sea Guard and the injuries just as bad.

But here you were.

You wanted to walk up to him, the man in the distance, but you continued to watch him from the steps. He hadn’t moved at all, still just looking out into the night.

“So...”

A deep voice interrupted your gaze.

“…you came. I can’t say I am surprised.”

You smiled and turned around to face Elendil.

“I did. Is that going to be a problem?”

He matched your smile and crossed his arms, leaning against the mast behind him.

“I will always welcome your talents, Miana. However-”

You interrupted him.

“However, the South is a dangerous place and indeed no place for a young woman who does not know how to fight, yes, I know. But there has to be someone to care for the injured, the sick, and let’s not forget, your son is also on this ship.”

His eyes lowered to the floor, still smiling.

“Yes. Isildur is on this ship.”

You raised your eyebrows as if to say and? He looked back up at you.

“Stable sweep.”

He was trying to mask his grin. You smiled, then began to laugh, knowing how much Isildur would be hating this.

“That bad?” you joked.

“He’s got a lot to learn.”

Elendil unfolded his arms and came towards you, resting his hand on your shoulder, his eyes now showing concern.

“Just be careful. For me.”

You nodded and turned back to watch him go up onto the deck. You turned your head slightly, scanning from left to right, but noticed the man you had been watching had gone.

You looked up at the sky, it was now almost pitch black, with only a few stars to see. You headed back to your section of the cabin, a small hammock, however in the dim light you couldn’t quite make out who’s was who’s. You circled the same section of the ship several times, trying to get your bearings in the dark, until you heard a thud –

“Miana?”

You looked all around you but couldn’t see a soul.

“Who is it?” you said, your eyes searching around the barrels and hammocks.

All you could make out was two of your fellow healers in their hammocks. The others were occupied by members of the Sea Guard or Cavalry.

“It’s me you idiot.”

You then saw the movement of him swinging his legs slightly, sat on one of the barrels.

“Oh! it’s you..” You went over to him.

“Isil, why are you creeping around in the dark?” you chided him.

“I am trying to keep out of my father’s way…”

You couldn’t help but smile a little.

“…that and having a break from the stench of horse sh-”

“Isil!”

You both tried to hush your laughter. The quietness of the ship made it harder to contain yourselves, that and the odd loud snore emanating from the hammocks.

After a few minutes he took a deep breath, then looked at you again.

“I’m surprised my father didn’t forbid you from coming on this venture.”

You smiled at him, “Oh, he did”.

He chuckled.

Looking around you, you’d have never imagined yourself sailing to Middle Earth. You’d never particularly wanted to become a healer, but you had a natural gift for it, and you had always felt a great pull to comfort people, to help them if you could.

“Have you seen her”, he interrupted your thought.

“Who?”

“Galadriel, The Galadriel, she’s here…on this ship- did you see her?”

“Oh, yes I saw her, why?”

“Just..”

He looked off into the dark, clearly deep in imagination.

Stood beside him you pushed his arm, “Go on?..”

“I don’t know… it’s so surreal Miana, don’t you think?”

“I think…you have a crush” you teased.

He snapped out of his trance and looked at you, furrowing his brow in denial.

“No-I…Can’t I just admire her? All the stories I’ve heard about her Miana.”

You nodded as he continued.

“I imagine what my father would think of me- how proud he would be of me, if I had done even half the things she has accomplished.”

You hugged his arm, “Isil, your father is proud of you. He just gets frustrated the way you go about things, you know how he is. But do you really think you would be here if he didn’t want you on this ship?”

He looked over at you.

"Hm. When did you become so wise?”

You were of a similar age, but Isildur had always been headstrong. He wore his heart on his sleeve and as you pointed this out to him many a time, sometimes this made it harder for him to see the logic of his father’s actions.

“Maybe if you listened to me more, you’d become the same” you teased.

He laughed and you released his arm. You turned to face him. He would always feel like a brother to you. He would confide in you about his mother, how much he missed her. It broke your heart to hear half of what he would say, but you were there for him, always.

“Anyway, I need to sleep, and so do you, Master sweep.” You winked at him.

Isildur sighed again and hopped off the barrel.

“Goodnight, Miana.”

He gave you a small kiss on your cheek before walking off in the other direction.

After locating your hammock and getting settled, you can’t help but picture the man you watched up on the deck. You didn’t know his name, or what his purpose was on this ship. But you hoped you would see him again tomorrow.

Drifting off to sleep you felt a strange sense of calm. As the waves rocked the ship closer to what was awaiting you far South, there was someone else watching you.

Only in time would you know the real journey you were about to become part of.

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[ivfrankenstein]

got power over me; 

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Halbrand/Sauron x fem!reader 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

“It's not an enviable fate they've given you. There’s s no mercy in tying you to me.” “It was you, not them, who did the tying. Wasn't it you who named me that precious word — lover? Aren't we bound by the same ties?”

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: maia!reader, angst/fluff here, guess it’s star-crossed lovers trope 𝐚/𝐧: seren — star [in welsh]. gif: @ladyhawke​; eng not my 1st language, so be merciful for mistakes, my stars 🫶🏻

𝕹𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖗 understood the purposes of the One so clearly as Manwë. With Manwë dwelt Varda, Lady of the Stars, and the light of Iluvatar still lived in her face. Melkor feared her more than all others whom Eru made. Back in the days when Melkor's misdeeds began, an idea was sent to Varda to summon a spirit she had created earlier from the Light of the Stars, capable of bringing back those of the good powers who had been seduced by Melkor's darkness.

That light of the combined creation of Manwë and Varda was to reveal the true path to those of Morgoth's devotees who were still capable of seeing it and hesitating.

By the time Serena was descended upon Arda, the Great Enemy had fallen, but his strongest and most loyal servant was still wandering among the living, bringing himself into voluntary exile. Only one and only once did he fall into the despair that led to his repentance. He was called by many names by those who suffered at his hand, but Sauron was his last. 

In those relatively early years of Y/N's life, a name Serena bore in Middle–earth, she lived by instinct rather than orders from above, the way she was able to. Left alone to face all the new things, Y/N was just at the stage of exploring the world that was to become her home for centuries when, along with the rest, she faced Mairon. Which is why, when the two met, it was more of an accident than a successful hunt. But that’s a different story from this one.

That one was about how it's not hard to stop a dagger when it's already so close to someone else's chest, and also how it's not hard to be penetrated by another. This story, on the other hand, is about what you have to deal with when trust isn’t your strong suit after all. 

“Even if it was me who did the tying, I won't let it be used against me.” 

Many days in this wilderness and in this hut overgrown with moss on the outside. No longer than usual, in fact. But apparently too little space, and in its absence, too palpable is the addiction into which he has driven himself and not even noticed. 

“Used? W-what do you think it is? The nets I cast to catch you?” 

Y/N always deftly handled his temperament — not fervent, but at times so chilling that it scorches better than any fire. But this time Halbrand noticed how her lower lip trembled slightly. He didn't care if it was caused by the anger he'd driven her to, or by resentment. All he wanted was to push her to the level of vulnerability to which he himself had reached, so it would be fair.  

“It could become them,” dense shadows ran across his face, dispersed by the warm light of the candles, as he stepped back to curtain the small window. “Have you forgotten what you were created for in the first place?” he looked at Y/N half-turned, just enough to see her reaction, but not enough for her to see his.

Such a typical move of his. Which, in context, is a silent acknowledgement that Sauron is almost defeated, and it touches those deep strings of Y/N's heart that make her cheeks blush. It was obvious that she shared this defeat with him, though to his eyes it remained hidden. 

“You don't think they're proud of what you've accomplished in this, do you?” he taunted Y/N on purpose, outwardly mocking the way she had missed, failed, and fallen, keeping quiet that it was actually him who did all of this. With an impenetrable grin on his face, Halbrand feared that Y\N would seriously back down, obey his deceptive speeches or voice of reason, or anything else that would raise doubts in her faith in him. 

He was seeking devotion, and that devotion was a treasure she would not give him so easily.

“Take off your cynical mask when it's me you're talking to.” Y/N said sternly and rose from her seat, “You wanted me to call you Halbrand,” she took a step toward him, keeping his provocative gaze on her, “so deign not to treat me as if it were Melkor's right hand that appeared before me.” 

“But it is.” Halbrand was gloomy, like an enraged sky before the onset of a rainstorm, and it was almost like he physically exhaled the flames he was diligently extinguishing somewhere in the depths. 

Yet, Y/N kept walking forward, “No, not anymore,” her palm reached his chest and he shuddered, “You were created like Mairon, and there wasn't a single trace on you of what torments you now,” she could feel how his heart pounded out of his ribcage through the thin fabric of his tunic, “The traces will go away if you let them.” She stared at the throbbing vein on Halbrand's neck for a long moment, then looked up at him, “Is it possible for you to let them?” 

Her lips were in such a pleasant, pampering closeness and it made him so angry. It was a desire... something, in this mortal form, that Halbrand had to get used to for quite a while. He ran his hand across Y/N cheekbone the way it was the blade of a knife, not his finger. 

“If all this turns out to be the intention they put in you, my Serena, just to punish me..” he grabbed her neat face, “It'd better not be, because I'm going to be dead pissed.” 

Y\N only laughed at it, “You should know me better than that.” she found his hand, only briefly averting her gaze from his eyes fixed on her, and wove their fingers together, “But instead, you choose to be blind.” 

Whether it was the sweetness inherent in a woman's nature or the the prodding effect of Maiar, Halbrand, yet, wanted to believe that this was how love was functioning. He had only basic notions of this curse, but even that was enough for him to classify himself as one of these poor doomed men as well. This weakness, seeping into him like poison, urged him to give in, to give more than he had, to the one he had chosen (or not chosen), but wanted to keep near him either way. 

He was holding Y/N by the chin when, for the first time, the crystals of tears gathered at the border of her fluttering lashes became obvious to him. Her soul languished in oppressive anticipation for at least a word, his word, to be spoken. 

“I will spend entire years needing you if you ever abandon me.” he said in a low voice, “Will your love be enough not to condemn me to such a fate?” 

Y\N gently moved her palm to Halbrand's neck, and softly drew him to her until their foreheads touched. To her relief, he followed easily. “I don't know what our fate is, Hal,” his breath was warm on her, and it reminded her that this was reality, a peaceful one, not that which she was accustomed to in all her chilling visions, “Is yours enough to keep us both from getting there?”

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[dingusfreakhxrrington]

Light In The Shadows

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pairing: halbrand/sauron x fem!reader  

summary: you needed to do something before the darkness fully consumed you too, you only wished things could have turned out differently

warnings: heavy angst, slight allusions to sex, canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, major character death, toxic relationship, heartache, no happy endings here

word count: 706

this can be read as a stand-alone but i highly recommend reading part 1 first

a/n: i might make an alternate ending to this fic because this is really dark lmao so keep an eye out for that

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You were becoming what you swore you would not.

Years by his side in his dark realm had proven one thing and one thing only, there was no saving him. His delusions about saving Middle Earth were too strong, stronger than even his feelings for you.

Every second you spent beside him you felt the darkness trying to take a hold of you. Your heart was darkening, your lust for power growing as each day passed by.

But you still loved him. Despite it all.

The Dark Lord — your Dark Lord — had become a part of your very soul.

You weren’t sure when you stopped calling him by his false name but at some point, Halbrand and Sauron had truly become one in your mind. Or, perhaps, you had found yourself falling for even the darkest parts of him.

Instead of pulling him into the light, he had drawn you to the shadows.

You had become his queen and he treated you as such. He claimed everything he was doing was for you, to bring order to Middle Earth and rule alongside you.

Power was still his one true love but regardless you knew he truly did care for you, in his own twisted way.

Even as you began your descent into darkness, he was kind to you. Always so gentle unless you desired otherwise.

As you lay next to him, watching Sauron sleep so soundlessly beside you, it was almost difficult to picture him as the evil tyrant he was to become.

He looked so peaceful with his hair splayed out on the soft pillow beneath him. His arm was wrapped loosely around you, keeping you close to his side.

He did love you, or he was at least good at fooling you into thinking so, and you wished for nothing more than to live out the rest of your days with him. But, even as darkness grasped at you, you knew what you had to do.

You had never been enough and you never would be. The day you joined him you swore to yourself that you would put an end to his madness if there truly was no getting through to him.

That time had finally come.

So you lay beside him with a dagger firm in your hand. Your heart was racing, the pain of what was to come already too much to bear.

It was more painful than the day he told you of his deception. You couldn’t breathe and, for a moment, you considered dropping the dagger to save yourself the torment of going through with it but this was bigger than you — bigger than the love you had for him.

You rolled over, moving his arm as you carefully straddled his lap. He was still asleep, completely unsuspecting of your betrayal, and tears began to stain your cheeks as you finally raised the dagger over your head.

The dagger came plummeting down and, just as it began to pierce through the skin above his heart, his eyes opened. He grabbed ahold of you, preventing your hands from pushing it any further.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, still using all the strength you could muster to push against him.

His cold eyes softened and he leaned up, pushing his lips to yours for a brief moment before letting go of your hands, letting the dagger slowly sink into him.

You cried more now, knowing that at that moment he had chosen you.

“I’m so sorry,” you continued to cry as his hand brushed against your cheek as if he was telling you it was okay.

As his eyes began to close for the last time, you pulled the dagger from him only to turn it on yourself.

This had always been the plan, you knew you could not live without him. When you first walked into Mordor you had already decided that you would not leave without him.

You kissed him again, leaning down onto the dagger you held between you and, as it finally broke through your flesh, a part of you was relieved that it was finally over.

In your dying moments, however, you still wished it could have ended another way — that he could have chosen you sooner.

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[barbedbetty]

The Cat and the Canary

Halbrand x Reader

Warnings: SMUT no plot (wrap it up), oral fem receiving, daddy kink

I was floating between dreaming and consciousness when I felt a warm sensation spreading over my body. A feeling that made me feel comfort and pleasure but not in a hurried way.

Although I didn’t want to wake up, my mind was already filling with memories of last night with Halbrand. The memory alone made me blush.

The way his hands had touched me, from stroking my hair gently and the firm grip he had on my body, to how his lips tasted. I was so happy he joined me for dinner at the market and he was ecstatic when I offered him a night time tour of Númenor. I showed him the White Tree and the royal garden I cared for. When we strolled past the primrose garden, he leaned down and kissed me, and I was lost to him.

I smiled to myself, and stretched out my limbs.

But when I tried to move my legs, something restrained me.

I opened my eyes and pushed the blanket off me and saw Halbrand between my legs. He was kissing up my thighs and had his arms wrapped around my hips.

“Halbrand!” I gasped as he peeked up at me and smiled devilishly.

“Good morning, my Queen.” He murmured against my skin.

I tried pulling my hips away but he just tightened his hold and pinned me down.

“No, I’m not done with you.” He bit at my thigh and made me whimper. “Lay back and let Daddy take care of you.”

I felt my skin flush and I tried again to pull away.

“Halbrand, I have things to do.” My mind was racing with the things I had to do today and the things I wanted to do with him.

“As do I.” He groaned as he licked a thick, hot stripe up my cunt.

I cried out and arched my back.

“Halbrand, please.” I moaned softly and ran my fingers through his hair.

He moaned as he kept licking circles around my clit and his nails dug into my hips to keep me still.

I writhed under him and yanked on his thick hair, my pushed my heels against his back and tried to keep my thighs from crushing him. I was a little annoyed with how quickly he could make me bend to his will but it felt so good to surrender to the pleasure he gave.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” I begged as I tried to grind my pussy against his talented tongue.

I cried out in frustration when pulled his head away and looked up at me as he licked his lips slowly and smiled.

“Oh?” He tilted his head to the side. “Tell me what you want.”

I whimpered and threw my head back against the pillows.

“Please, Halbrand, please keep going.” Every word was a struggle, I had been so close to finishing.

“Please, what?” He pursed his lips and gently blew a small breathe against my folds and my body jolted.

“Use your mouth on me, make me come.” I was panting and mewling like a kitten.

“What’s my name.” He growled as he nipped at the skin of my hip making me yelp.

“Halbrand!” I cried.

“No.” His voice carried so deeply I barely heard it.

I blushed remembering what he had me call him last night.

“Daddy?” I moaned.

He chuckled against my skin and smirked at me.

“Good girl.”

Then his mouth was back on my pussy and his stroked his tongue as deep as he could inside me while his thumb struck quick, small circles on my clit.

I thrashed and cried out at the pleasure that shot up my spine. I couldn’t believe how quickly he could bring me to the edge again. It was happening too slow and too fast at the same time.

After just a few minutes, I gripped and yanked at his chocolate brown hair and involuntarily gripped his head with my thighs.

It felt like I was possessed by something unseen, like I was being consumed by something rich and dark and so soul consuming that it frightened me.

I was still panting when I parted my thighs and he sat up on his knees.

Grinning like a cat that ate a canary, licking his lips so seductively it made me want to pull him down and take him again.

“You need to come with us to Middle Earth.” He said as he leaned over and slowly kissed at my stomach.

“Why?”

“Because I’m addicted to you now.”

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[little-diable]

Dreams - Halbrand (smut)

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE LAST EPISODE! Please reblog and like if you enjoyed reading this drabble. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Halbrand tries to convince the reader to join him.

Warnings: a mixture of all genres, 18+, smut, oral (m receiving), emotional manipulation, open end

Pairing: Halbrand x fem!reader (1k words)

“Look at me, (y/n).” She shook her head, not daring to meet his eyes, scared that he’d realise how much power he truly held over her. Her mind was racing, caught in a loop, with Galadriel's voice ringing in her ears. Perhaps she was oblivious, perhaps she was stuck in an obsession, but perhaps she was simply in love. 

In love with a man who had lied to her from the moment their paths had crossed. 

“Don’t you want to be with me? Don’t you want to be by my side? Through it all?” Halbrand stepped closer, one step after another that brought him towards the trembling woman. “No? Are you sure about that?” Once again she shook her head, gasping as she felt him push her body, tumbling as her vision grew blurry.  

“My darling, so perfect for me.” Her heart was racing, eyes meeting his darkening ones. (Y/n) was kneeling before the naked man, hands wandering up his thighs to reach his twitching cock. Halbrand’s moans filled the dark room, the only sound her mind could focus on as she parted her lips for him. 

“Everything for you, my lord.” No further words were spoken, body and mind working without holding back, not listening to the uneasy feeling simmering inside of her. His cock rested heavy on her tongue, the taste of him stuck to the muscle, a taste she was all too used to by now. 

Halbrand’s hand found her head, guiding her bobbing motion. His cock disappeared down her throat, forcing (y/n) to gag around him. A sound so raw, so pure, the man felt his every conscious thought slipping. 

“I knew you’d be perfect for me, smart enough to embrace the darkness taking over your heart.” 

A gasp left (y/n) as she rose from the ground, tear-stained features turned from him. Halbrand was crouching next to her, hand tilting her head, cupping her warm cheek. A sob rumbled through her, filling the air as he tightened his grip. 

“There’s no life you can lead without me by your side. You need me, as much as I need you. You were destined to rule by my side.” It was just above a whisper, nothing more than the words the breeze of Valinor would murmur, nothing more than the gentle wind stroking through the trees found in the western parts of Middle Earth. And yet it dripped with something she couldn’t put her finger on.

Was he lying to her once again? 

“Let me go.” (Y/n)‘s voice trembled, shaking with every further word she spoke. Even though deep down she knew that there was no escaping him, tied to the man by the love she fostered in her still racing heart, she tried to escape, fingers buried in the soil. Halbrand didn’t let her move from him, keeping her close to relish in the heat that radiated off her. 

“You will come with me. You won’t leave me.” And with another push she was once again caught in a past moment. 

“Oh god, don’t stop, please. I love you.” (Y/n) cried the words, fingernails leaving crescent shapes in the flesh of his shoulder. Halbrand fucked her with ferocious thrusts, hips meeting hers over and over again. 

He fucked her with no mercy lingering in his body, set on claiming her, set on reminding her who she belonged to. 

“Fuck, feels like you were made for me.” His words left her moaning, eyes fluttering close, set on holding onto the feeling he pushed through her. A feeling she’d never get used to. Her mind was caught in a trance, focusing on his every touch, the marks he kept leaving on her body. 

The body he had started to call his many moons ago. 

“You can’t tell me that you want to let this go.” Her body was burning up, fighting against the exhaustion pushed through her system. Halbrand had her trapped, chained to him with a silent threat spoken into the afternoon air. 

“Why? Why did you lie to me?” Tears kept rolling down her cheeks, tears of exhaustion, tears of confusion and tears of anger. Tears he caught with his thumb stroking her skin, set on drying them one by one. 

“I had to. We wouldn’t have this, if you had known of my identity, would we? Oh, darling.” Her eyes fell shut as he pulled her into his chest, lips pressed against her forehead. Her tears soaked through his shirt, staining the fabric that had carefully been crafted by skilled fingers. 

“Do you remember what I told you the first night you gave into my calling?” 

“Let me love you, till the last star on Middle Earth’s sky burns out. Let me, please.” Slow thrusts pushed her further to the edge. Halbrand had his arm slung around her, slowly fucking her as if they had all time this life was offering them. 

“Please, don’t ever stop loving me.” (Y/n) moaned against his lips, teeth grazing his lower lip. Whatever had tied them together as their eyes had crossed for the first time, still had its grasp on them. 

She felt her high arise, burning through her veins like the fires that would alight the sky whenever celebrations were held. And yet this moment was by far more intimate, more loving, more thrilling. 

One last thrust gave her the final push her body needed, forcing (y/n) to cum on his cock. Her walls clamped down on him, keeping him close as the feeling filled every vein of hers. 

“Join me, like you were destined to, (y/n).”

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[ali-r3n]

Anytime

Halbrand x Elf!Reader

Hints of possible assault and fighting

{The Picture is not a representation of Y/N's appearance, just the way I pictured what she wore}

While walking through the streets of Numenor, Y/N was ambushed by a group of three men. A man trapped her in his arms with his hand over her mouth to muffle her. She held his wrist and stared wide eyed at his accomplice who stood in front of her. 

“Ain’t she a beaut,” he sneered. His eyes roamed her body with a wicked gleam in them. 

She felt exposed and shivered in disgust. 

She flinched away when he ran his finger down her cheek and tucked her hair behind her pointy ear. 

“Now, now. None of that.” 

Y/N pleaded with his eyes when he pulled out a dagger. Her stomach twisted in fear and she tensed as he dragged the blade down her cheek. 

“You won’t fight us, Elf. It would be a shame to mark up that pretty face.” 

She closed her eyes and waited for it to be over, praying that it would be quickly. 

“Now what do we have here?” 

Y/N and her captors looked over at the entrance to the alley where Halbrand walked down. 

“Stay out of this, Low Man. This doesn’t concern you.” 

Halbrand’s jaw clenched and leveled the Man with a dark gaze. The Man took a step back. 

“Do us both a favor and let her go,” he said. 

“And what are you going to - AH!” 

Y/N kicked out and hit her captor in the groin. He grabbed himself and doubled over with a groan. She tossed her head back and broke the nose of the man who held her with a sickening crunch. He fell back with a cry. The third man stood no chance and was also quickly on the floor in pain. 

“Thanks for the distraction,” she stated. 

Halbrand crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. “Anytime.” 

“Pointy Eared Bitch!” The First Man exclaimed and lunged at Y/N to attack her. 

His wrist was seized by Halbrand and he was pulled away from her.  

“You should’ve stayed down,” Halbrand stated, coldly. With a single twist, he snapped his wrist like a twig.  

He tossed the man to the side  as he wailed. Halbrand looked at Y/N like nothing had happened. 

“How about a drink?” 

She stared at him for a moment. “A drink sounds appealing.” 

She lifted up her skirt and stepped over her attacker who was curled up in a ball whimpering. 

“My Lady.” Halbrand gave her a bow before he followed her to the tavern.

#halbrand x reader #rings of power x reader #the rings of power x reader #halbrand x elf!reader

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People should give into dark desires with Halbrand x reader fics. Idc if he’s Sauron I need them.

honestly i’ll fuck him, sauron or not 🫠

#cepheid