#haladrielweek

[thesummerfox]

HALADRIEL WEEK ∞ ENEMIES TO LOVERS (and back to enemies)

#trop #the rings of power #tropedit #theringsofpoweredit #galadriel #halbrand #haladriel #haladrielweek #capkcreates

[samiaescorcio15]

Galadriel & Halbrand

Watercolor Painting.

Starting Haladriel week. I don't know if the art fits with the theme of the day. But I wanted to post my little contribution.

#rings of power #haladriel #charlie vickers #sauron #galadriel #sauron!halbrand #saurondriel #galadriel x halbrand #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #haladrielweek #haladriel week #rop fanart #the rings of power art #mairon

[magicalcyclestarlight]

#haladrielweek #haladriel #the rings of power #Galadriel #Halbrand #morfydd clark #charlie vickers #fan edit #lotr trop

[helenvader]

My opus magnum video has been finished. I did it, yay!

Thanks to all of you (you know who you are :-)) for the willingness to watch this video in its bazillion versions as well as for your support and helpful ideas. You are amazing! ♥

So, without further ado, here is... well, you'll see what when you watch. :-)

#rop video #the sauron appreciation society #halbrand #galadriel rop #haladriel #galadriel's do-nothing rope #haladrielweek #slightly cheating because i posted it 4 hours before midnight cet #i hope i can be forgiven #the rings of power video #trop video #haladriel video #the rings of power #the rings of power fanvid #rop fanvid #trop fanvid #haladriel fanvid #myropvideo

[nenyabusiness]

Haladriel Week Day 1: Firsts

The first night she slips into his chambers in Númenor, the only explanation she gives him is a quiet, “Can’t sleep.” He raises an eyebrow as he moves over to the side of the bed—a silent offer, which she silently accepts. She steals a corner of his blanket as she curls up on the opposite side of the mattress, her back turned toward him. Minutes later, the soft thuds of her heart slow down, her breaths deepening. He usually spends his nights staring up at the ceiling, but watching the steady rise and fall of her chest is a far more relaxing activity. He pretends to sleep when she sneaks out of bed right before dawn, and neither of them speaks about what happened as they spend the following day preparing for war.  

The second night, she doesn’t say anything at all. With a shy look on her face, she simply walks over to the bed, and he once again offers her half of the mattress. She allows herself to take up a bit more space this time, and she steals far more than just a corner of his blanket. He once again spends the night watching the soothing rise and fall of her chest. Beings like him don’t sleep, but under the right circumstances, they can rest.

The third night, she doesn’t hesitate before curling up on the side of the mattress that he was already starting to refer to as hers. She claims her half of the bed properly this time, reducing the distance between them to a mere inch or two—enough to keep their bodies from touching, but not enough for her to keep the heat of her body or the scent of her hair to herself. For several hours, he fights the temptation to eliminate the distance between them altogether, and when she leaves the bed before dawn, he doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.    

The fourth night, he decides to change their routine. When she climbs into her half of the bed, he wraps and arm around her waist and pulls her against his chest. Her pulse quickens, but she doesn’t push him away. After a while, her tense muscles relax, and she drifts off. An unfamiliar warmth fills his chest when she falls asleep in his arms; a surge of irrational emotions that has to be a side effect of wearing a human raiment. For some reason, it feels right to shield her with his body. It feels right to protect her as she sleeps. It feels right, all of it.  

The fifth night, she follows the new step of their routine on her own accord, moving closer until his body envelopes hers. His physical form is tall and broad; a flawed creation marred with sharp angles and rough edges, but the little Elf fits perfectly in his arms. A different instinct, just as primal as his need to keep her safe, makes itself known. The only thing separating her skin from his is the fabric of her nightgown; thin, but not thin enough. He spends the night in a strange limbo, more satisfied than he can ever remember being but still craving more.

The sixth night is the night before their departure, and when she enters his chambers, there’s a spark in her eyes that he doesn’t recognize. She closes the door, takes a deep breath, and then pulls her nightgown over her head, dropping it on the floor. For a few moments, they stare at each other; a wordless conversation about wants and needs and consequences. His answer to every question that pops up in her eyes is yes. She carefully approaches the bed, neglecting her half of the mattress entirely, and he grabs her the moment she’s within reach. For the first time since she initiated their routine, he finally has her under him, skin against skin, lips against lips, their bodies fitting together like two halves of a whole. When she eventually falls asleep in his arms, he knows that whatever fate has in store for him, she is a part of it. No matter what happens, he will keep her.

He spends the seventh night on a ship full of Númenórean soldiers, staring up at the ceiling. Beings like him don’t sleep—they wait.

#haladrielweek #saurondriel #haladriel #rings of power #trop #tipsy writing but sober...? #hc: maiar don't sleep

[cwtch00]

And all the world I’ve started hated

Only to stronger loving you…

(M. Lermontov - To )

#haladriel #haladrielweek #lord of the rings #rings of power #galadriel #halbrand #saurondriel #sauron #SoundCloud

[iamstartraveller776]

HALADRIEL WEEK: MISSING SCENES OR WHAT IFS

WE ARE (ao3)

He didn’t believe her, not when she told him that something greater than destiny brought them together. Or if he did, it was that she was his curse—a bane sent by Eru himself in punishment for his corrupt deeds. He was as interested in submitting to this so-called fate as he was in stretching his neck for the Valar. And yet, he still let her lead him by the noose toward the gallows. For surely, surely this tenuous ruse would fall apart once they reached the Southlands.

It didn’t. He didn’t use the black speech to wrest the orcs back under his control. He didn’t exact revenge against the traitor who called himself Father. Instead he stood with Men and Elves against the very abominations he helped create. Because she was—is—a beacon, brilliant in silver armor and flaxen braids, calling him out from the darkness.

“I felt it too.”

Her confession is hardly more than a whisper hours later, but it quakes the foundation of everything he’s thought to be true. Could the One have given him this mercy—that through her, he can have the atonement he both craves and fears? Not a curse, but a gift. Does he dare hope?

He holds her gaze, air thick in his chest. “I see it now,” he says. “We are…” Words fail him again. They feel too thin, too flat.

She dips her chin in a bare nod. “We are,” she agrees in a quavering voice.

A part of him wants to laugh at her sudden meekness. Since the moment he pulled the spirited elf from the sea, she has been a wellspring of implacable conviction, and now she shows the first blush of hesitation? But then the weight of what lies between them is no small thing.

And he wants it? Yes, he wants this. He wants her. Eru grant him this desire, and he will gladly bow to her whims. Allow her to mold him, burn away the impurities within until he gleams as she does. They will be Laurelin and Telperion, casting out the shadows of Middle Earth.

He reaches a tentative hand toward her. She inhales but does not retreat when he caresses a lock of hair behind her ear. Her fingers curl around his, and she leans softly against his palm. However, a fine thread of apprehension is woven in her gaze.

With his other hand, he cups her jaw, draws her to him until their foreheads are pressed together. “We are, Galadriel,” he murmurs, willing her to understand. Willing her to embrace what they could be—what they will be.

He brushes his lips against hers, swallows her quiet gasp, and pulls her closer to him. It’s a promise, this gentle kiss. A covenant.

“Halbrand,” she breathes when they break apart.

Yes, he is Halbrand. The lost Southlander king—and whatever else she may require of him. So long as he can have her at his side.

Sauron will live no more.

~FIN~

#haladrielweek #haladriel week #haladriel #saurondriel #trop #otp: one ship to rule them all #my fic #we are

[pursuitseternal]

Dark Lord D*ck Measuring Season Two: Happy Haladriel Week

Sauron: You came?!

Galadriel: Well, I suspect if you are paying for your crimes at last along with all these other vile former dark lords, it is worth hearing what you wanted to say…

Sauron: First of all… we are just vibing here… not a lot of punishment.

*Icy Noldor Glare of Suspicion TM*

Sauron: But of course all this time has gotten me thinking of all the regrets I have had in life… *Puppy dog eyes engaged* Like not convincing you to accept me, to be my queen.

Galadriel: I don’t know, you have done some very terrible, abominable things, Halbrand…

Sauron: What kind of sign would it take from the universe to convince you otherwise?

Galadriel: It would have to be something impossible… like…

*Unicorn trots over, neighs, and shakes its mane*

Sauron: That seems pretty impossible if you ask me… *tries to sweep her into his arms*

Galadriel: I don’t believe it… this cannot be real. You, you made this happen, you deceiver! *pushes him off her and storms away*

Sauron: *shouts after her* You came closer to kissing me this time! I’ll just try again in a thousand years, darling!

Galadriel: *screams from a distance* DONT CALL ME DARLING

The Darkling: Who’s calling for me?

Sauron: *glares absolute look of disgust* Not you, pretty boy. *pats unicorn on the rear* Sigh, she said no. Thanks anyway for trying to help, bro.

Loki: *shakes off unicorn form with arrogant smirk* I told you this would never work. A unicorn, really?

Sauron: *shrugs* I had her figured for a horse girl… oh well, next time I’ll get her right where I want her.

#dark lord dick measuring #enemies to lovers so close #missed it by that much #Gal is a horse girl #Proposal attempt 2 #presenting Loki the unicorn #haladrielweek #haladriel week #sauron x galadriel #lots of arrogant sauron #sauron #the rings of power #halbrand #haladriel #rings of power #lotr rings of power #saurondriel #lotr rop #galadriel

[snowdrop94blog]

Unresolved sexual tension or cosmic connection?

In any case, Happy Haladriel week!!

#galadriel x halbrand #sauron #haladriel #saurondriel #charlie vickers #rings of power #galadriel #halbrand #morfydd clark #haladrielweek #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #halbrand x galadriel

[myfavouritelunatic]

Here is my second piece for Haladriel Week 2023! What if the mountain never erupted, and Halbrand wasn’t Sauron!

Inspired by and dedicated to @somebirdortheother @myrsinemezzo and @violetaeons ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: During celebrations following their victory over Adar and his orcs, Halbrand cannot help but be struck by the way Galadriel moves...

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: SMUTTTTTTTT NSFW 18+ 😈

Tagging: @denzit @pursuitseternal @gil-galadhwen @somebirdortheother @coraleethroughthelookingglass @heronamedhawks @hikarielizabethbloom @restless-tides @lady-of-imladris @honeyfarts666 @myrsinemezzo @hazelmaines @iamstartraveller776 @eowyn7023 @jhalya @princessfantaghiro @starlady66 @vellichormybeloved @klynnvakarian @youwearfinethingswellwriter @ichabodjane @helenvader

#haladrielweek #haladriel week #haladriel #halbrand #galadriel #the rings of power #trop #trop fanfic #hozier #movement

[shia-the-buff]

aaaaaaagh the first day of haladriel week is here and i am so excited!!! this is my little contribution to the "Firsts/First Times" prompt :)

#haladriel #haladrielweek #haladriel week #halbrand #galadriel #haladriel fanart #the First Age AU will make another appearance

[thesummerfox]

HALADRIEL WEEK ∞ FIRSTS OR FIRST TIMES touches & saves

#trop #the rings of power #tropedit #theringsofpoweredit #galadriel #halbrand #haladriel #haladrielweek #capkcreates #flashing gif #sorry about the flashes y'all #but these were too good to pass up

[hikarielizabethbloom]

What if she'd said yes?

I don't have much time this weekend so here my entry for the second day.

What if Galadriel had accepted Halbrand/Sauron's offer and become a dark queen?

#haladrielweek #haladriel #saurondiel #lotr rings of power #the rings of power #rings of power #trop #rop #galadriel and halbrand #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand and galadriel #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel and sauron #galadriel x sauron #galadriel #halbrand #sauron #halbrand/sauron

[somebirdortheother]

The Adventures of The Low Man - By Ichabodjane, SomeBird

Fandom: The Rings of Power

Relationships: Galadriel/Halbrand, Galadriel/Celeborn, Galadriel/Halbrand/Celeborn

Rating: T

Fashionably late for Haladriel Week, @ichabodjane and I arrive in STYLE with our ghastly Galabornbrand crack. 😎 As someone said, “the crack fic writers are never late, nor are they early, they arrive precisely when they mean to.”

This fic is a dedication to @lady-of-imladris and her post that grew legs and then some.

Summary: When Galadriel accuses Halbrand of being the Dark Lord, he does the only thing he can think of: knocks her down and runs away. Now he's wandering the wilds with some new companions (who also think he's Sauron). Meanwhile, Celeborn finally makes his return from captivity and of course he'll help his wife track down her nemesis. It's just that, well, who they find doesn't seem to match up with the Sauron he knows... Posted as part of Haladriel Week 2023.

Tagging every unfortunate soul that had reblogged the original post 💀💀💀:

@ichabodjane @helenvader @iamstartraveller776 @vellichormybeloved @hazelmaines @ringsofpowerfans @the-eclectic-penguin @gil-galadhwen @myfavouritelunatic @princessfantaghiro @coraleethroughthelookingglass @penelopeloveshere @bananaphanta @longsightmyth @lady-of-imladris

#the rings of power #haladriel #rings of power #trop fanfiction #galaborn #galabornbrand #haladrielweek #trop crack #ot3 #SomeBird #ichabodjane

[youwearfinethingswellwriter]

The First Touch

My art submission for day 1 of Haladriel week: Firsts.

This meager attempt at photoshop with my digital tablet is fan art for my very own fanfic, The Games We Play.

It represents a scene in Chapter 15, where Galadriel first touches Halbron in an attempt to pretend to be in love with him. Yes, you read that right. That's 15 chapters until they finally touch voluntarily. This is a slow burn. A slow slow slow burn.

#haladriel week #haladriel #ao3 fanfic #fan art #the games we play #firsts or first times #haladrielweek

[nenyabusiness]

Killing Finrod Felagund was a mistake.

For almost a century, he’s been running. The humiliation of his defeat clings to him like a cloak, and the consequences of his hubris are still chasing him. Morgoth, the Lord of Darkness, lost a Silmaril because of his failure. Galadriel, Daughter of the Golden House of Finarfin, lost a brother.

He’s afraid of the dark.

He’s afraid of the light.

He’s afraid of everything in between.

Killing Finrod Felagund was a mistake.

The Noldor, arrogant and prejudiced, treat Galadriel like a fragile Elven-maid; a prize to be gazed upon with no agency of her own. The light that resides within her is far more blinding than her beauty, but among her kin, its brilliance has gone unnoticed.  

They don’t see it like he does.

They don’t feel it like he does.

They don’t fear it like he does.

Killing Finrod Felagund was a mistake.

Her power is nothing compared to Morgoth’s, yet her hold on him scares him more than an army of Orcs ever could. He’s broken beyond repair, stained and corrupted by his master’s shadow, but whenever her light grazes his darkness, he hears a faint echo of Eru’s perfect hymn.

It’s disorienting.  

It’s intoxicating.

It’s excruciating.

Killing Finrod Felagund was a mistake.

He runs, and runs, and runs, chased by light and darkness alike, knowing that if Morgoth doesn’t get to him first, Galadriel of the Noldor will forever be his greatest adversary.

Ao3: there was only one raft: a collection of ficlets

#haladrielweek #Day 4: First Age #haladriel #saurondriel #trop #rings of power #my writing #ficlet #there was only one raft