Look, I'm a hardcore fan of Galadriel and, as a woman and I tend to side-eyeing (does this verb exist? 🤷♀️) criticism (most of time unwanted) toward female characters so I'm probably biased...
But everytime I come across a post that calls Galadriel unlikeable and lists the reasons for that, I can't help feeling the problem is that she is a woman and the hero of the story.
She got a REVENGE plot, not a male revenge plot (like I didn't know revenge was gendered), she decide to follow her guts ignoring orders and yes, maybe she was a bit rude in ep3 but honestly she had a rough one hundred years so she had the right to be rude while in a hostile place.
How many male character have we seen act like this and be praised for it? Too many to count...
Also, it's incredible that in 2022 fighting is still seen as a male activity to the point that every time a woman is also a fighter people (mostly men) have tantrums and go around saying shits like 'a woman doesn't need to fight like a man to be strong'. 🤦♀️
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1. Raft
Summary: What could have been, if Galadriel chose differently on the raft with Halbrand, and what led up to his offer.
Part 1 of Perfect Balance of Darkness and Light.
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Pairing: Galadriel x Halbrand
Rating: T
Chapter Word Count: 1080
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Contains spoilers for season 1 of Rings of Power.
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1. Raft
Galadriel found herself in another dream, or if it was a vision. She was standing on a tiny raft on a wide ocean, and next to her sat Halbrand, just like the first time they met. Everything felt real, even the gently rocking timber under her feet and the tangy smell of salt in her nostrils. The wind ruffled her golden curls.
It was him all along. All this time she had traveled side by side with her greatest enemy, the one she had sworn to kill, and instead she had helped him, even saved his life. The irony.
Halbrand was Sauron, servant of the Dark Lord of Angband.
“Look at me!” he begged.
She looked at him. The man who had been her friend, her ally through her recent hardships. They had fought side by side and it had been fantastic.
He still looked the same; that same open face with the intelligent eyes, the same scruffy chin and damp strands of hair. He looked so human. How could she have been so mistaken? So fooled? He had tricked her from the very beginning.
Halbrand sounded earnest as he began explaining. He had wanted to repent, sought forgiveness after what he did in the Dark Lord’s service, and then he had met her.
“I told you that I had done evil and you did not care,” he said seriously. “Because you knew that our past meant nothing weighed against our future.”
“There is no such future.”
His eyes gleamed. “Isn’t there?” he whispered.
Something happened in the water below them; their reflection had changed. When the water stilled Galadriel saw two shapes in Halbrand’s and her stead; a tall, dark king with a high crown, and on his side a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn, tempestuous as the sea.
She knew this could be their future – if she let it.
“All others look on you with doubt,” said Halbrand, his voice warm and silky like dragon skin. “I alone can see your greatness.”
He touched her cheek and she felt currents of his power pass through to her. It was dark and different, yet hauntingly familiar. As if he represented another side of herself. The darkness within.
“I alone can see your light,” he whispered.
Galadriel tried to resist his tempting offer, knowing now that he was no ordinary human but a Maia, an entity that had existed since before the breaking of the first silence.
“You would make me a tyrant.”
“I would make you a queen. Fair as the Sea and the Sun. Stronger than the foundations of the earth.”
His charisma was so strong, his words ringing so true. She felt her confidence waver.
“And you. My king? The Dark Lord.”
“No! Not dark. Not with you at my side.” He was very close now, his face blocking the sun. His eyes drew her in.
Could it really work? Could she be the light that balanced his shadows?
“You told me once that we were brought together for a purpose,” he continued, taking her hand and pressing her dagger into it. “This is it. You bind me to the Light. And I bind you to power. Together we can save this Middle-earth.”
“Save? Or rule?”
“I see no difference.”
Suddenly she did not either. As rulers, they could do everything. Save the elves from fading; restore respect for her kind in Númenor; heal the damage done to the people of the Southlands; mend the ruined, scarred lands… They could do so much good.
She met his gaze, allowing him to witness her inner conflict. “How can I trust you?”
He pressed her hand again. “How can you not? You know me, Galadriel. In your heart you always did.”
Time stopped; the sea was absolutely clear. No wind, no sounds, nothing moved. The whole world held its breath.
“Yes. I know you,” she whispered. Then she let the dagger slide through their joined hands and drop to the raft floor with a clatter. “My fight is over.”
He drew in his breath, his eyes widening as in surprise. But then he smiled, a genuine, almost boyish grin that ignited something inside her. Her heart, for so long cold and set on revenge, began to beat faster.
Around them the vision slowly changed. The sea gave way to a river, surrounded by lush trees and grass littered with blue and yellow irises. Its surface rippled in a sweet scented breeze.
They were back in Eregion, and in her hands was the now useless scroll that proved Halbrand was not who she had thought. She tossed it into the water.
He wore elvish clothes again and his hair was neatly combed. When did he become so attractive? But perhaps he had always been; she had just not noticed it before.
”What happens now?” she asked.
“We finish making the Ring. Then I put it on your finger. And then…” He took a step closer. “… we rule.”
He held out his hand, palm up, and she placed her own in his. It was warm and hardened from work. A blacksmith’s hand.
It struck her he had a blacksmith’s body too, broad and strong. Beautiful.
As if he had heard her thoughts, Halbrand pulled her very close. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed. “I need you.”
Her gaze landed on his slightly parted lips. “And I you.”
The distance between them gradually diminished until it was non-existent.
Their lips met. He tasted fresh like rain and his touch was soft. Allowing her to set the pace, to remain in control. Would he always be so pliant? Did she want him to be?
She felt his hands on her waist as he drew her closer, and their kiss deepened.
Voices in the distance made her pull away, consciously smoothing down her dress.
Halbrand chuckled. “Worried over your reputation?”
“No,” she said, not entirely honest.
“Good. Don’t be.” He sat down on a stone bench, pulling her onto his lap. “I want everyone to know you are mine.”
When he kissed her again the pliancy from before was gone. Now his lips were demanding. The lips of a man – or Maia, rather – who knew what he wanted and took it.
And she allowed it.
In a moment of foresight, she saw that this was how they would always be; sometimes with him in control, sometimes her.
Darkness and light, balancing each other. A perfect match.
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A/N:
Just a little something I had very fun writing. :) Let me know what you think!
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