#saurondriel fic

[pursuitseternal]

Spooky, sexy, wolfy “Trespassers Beware” just in time for Halloween…

Fem!Reader (Galadriel) x Sauron |E| 4K Wolf Sex

🎨 by @thebabydragon

Summary: You seek the source of the dark power, following the rumors and the wolf howls to the Old Fortress… he finds you… and does so much more

CW: bestiality, multiple wolves at once, wolf possession, disembodied sorcerers having their way, sex in an old ruin with your forbidden lover

Read on AO3

Continue below to howl for him…

🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

Dusty, dead leaves under your feet turn to cold stones. You stand on the bridge to the Fortress, a chill in the air that somehow heats your body, shivers running down your spine to pool between your thighs. You hear that song, that music, faint but real, whining from the distant and crumbling walls. Mists swirl, and you get the feeling of distant eyes watching you, that crawling sensation creeping all across your skin to steal your breath. You reminisce, the feeling of being here before. The ruins of a fortress of darkness, howls in the distance, your body warming at the memory of the same feelings from a thousand years before.

The hush of winds rustle the leaves across the stone bridge, and you push on. Until you hear the scratch of claws in front of you. Suddenly, orange eyes begin to glow in the shadows of arches and derelict walls. Panting, growling, a pack of large, grey wolves file in around you. Their eyes glint in hunger, tongue lapping at their jaws.

Suddenly, a low, rumbling howl overwhelms your ears, commanding his pack to withdraw. Commanding you to come.

And come you do. The way his voice weaves around your body is palpable, shaking into your flesh, riding into your insides with a tremor.

You know that sound in your bones. It is him.

Above you from a parapet, black mist swirls. And then eyes large and red shine, flickering with ridges of orange and flecks of yellow. Made of flame themselves. Two of them, staring unblinking above you. Your blood seems to freeze with fear and boil with desire at once.

That music that settled for ages in your bones now greets your ear, melancholic, weak, and mournful. A baleful howl comes from that patch of shadow, darker than death itself.

“Have you come to taunt me, Lady Light?” his voice scratched inside your ear. “Come to show me the spoils of a lost war? Treasures I shall never plunder the same again?”

Your heart races against your ribs, feeling your body responding to the sound of his voice, the pull of that lamenting music now that fills your ears.

“You come seeking something… or else you would not be here…” those flaming eyes seem to be framed in a tall form, crouching low to the floor of the parapet above you. A shadow of a great wolf, remembering the form you have always craved between your legs.

You step closer, your body humming to life as it had not for centuries. Your body burns despite the cold mist and shadows, your heart beats with lust, not with fear. Even as a dozen eyes shine back at you from the crumbling fortress.

Read More on AO3

One last entry for @hellghoulweek and @thehaladrielfancollective (I’m sure there are five kinks on there for Kinktober 🪦🐺)

#happy halloween #fem reader x sauron #female reader x werewolf #werewolf sauron #monster fudger #werewolf please #werewolf core #monster fuqqer #werewolves please #werewolf smut #werewolf au #sauron #haladriel #the rings of power #saurondriel #halbrand #rings of power #lotr rings of power #lotr rop #sauron x galadriel #haladriel fanfic #saurondriel smut #saurondriel fanfic #saurondriel fic #haladriel smut #haladriel fic #reader x sauron #sauron x reader #werewolf x elf #werewolf x reader

[hazelmaines]

Happy Galentine's day! A historical prompt from @bad-surprise + Robin Hood + Haladriel + my current favorite song = a new AU in the works.

This song was written/performed for/about Galadriel, by Sauron, and no one will ever change my mind ;)

#haladriel #my fic #otp: bind yourself to me #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #robin hood au #the rings of power #haladriel fanfic #saurondriel fic #Spotify

[nocaptainonthisship]

The Festive Seasoning

Advent 2023

Haladriel (M)

Galadriel Noldor is a talented chef, with a cowboy-cute boyfriend who drives her up the wall.

Halbrand Mairon is a cutthroat TV producer, with a small-town pretty girlfriend who makes him a little crazy.

Celeborn Sindar is a dedicated data reconfiguration specialist, with an arrestingly gorgeous girlfriend who makes his life hell.

Shelob Webb is a gifted textile artist, with a cunningly-charming boyfriend, who makes her question everything- but most of all herself.

Or: a slanted Hallmark AU where one person’s villain is another’s hero.

#haladriel #haladriel fic #saurondriel fic #my fic #ok so ive been thinking. horrifying i know but i cant help it. #anywayyy. the bird site is getting an updated calendar graphic everday but that seems unweildy for tumblr. #im just going to reblog this every day after ive updated #and as a special little whatever for my little tumblr boos i will be sharing something stupid and special in the tags just for you #so todays fun fact is: #adar was originally going to be a MUCH more terrible person. like her was gunning for real life Bad Dude status. #i dialed it back a TON and now in my head he is played by noel fielding. #no shade to our friend joseph mawle who is wonderful and made adar so special. #but read this and youll see what i mean. #until tomorrow friends!

[rebelrebelwrites]

Queen of the Southlands by @formerlyir

🔊 for video

+ + +

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

Story Summary:

Mount Doom does not erupt. Mordor is never created. And the very course of history is altered by the prevention of one single calamity.

As a result, Halbrand's deception lasts years.

Read the story.

+ + +

Another fic trailer, this time for one of my all-time favorite fics from @formerlyir! Recc'ed here as well. Music pick/credit goes to them, too. Hope you enjoy, and if you haven't read this fic yet, respectfully, what have you been doing with your life? 😆

+ + +

Fic trailer request? I've got a list going, but feel free to send me an ask or a DM.

#fic trailer #saurondriel #haladriel #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #saurgal #sauriel #saurondriel fanfic #saurondriel fic #haladriel fic #haladriel fanfic #trop fanfiction #fanfic recs #fic recs #fic rec #positivity towards trop fan creators only please

[bad-surprise]

at the museum, with you across the way

chapter 25: still a little hard to say what’s going on

haladriel modern au | E | 97k | 25/?

#otp: bind yourself to me #haladriel fic #haladriel #saurondriel fic #saurondriel #haladriel modern au #haladriel fics #my fics #saurondriel fics #saurondriel modern au #my fics: museum #galadriel x sauron #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand x galadriel

[iamstartraveller776]

Prompts for pairing of choice (but I would not say no to Haladriel)

"hey, can i borrow your hoodie real quick? i'm just heading down to the store and mine isn't really dry yet..."

And the one about jealousy over dates :)

Oooh, why not both? Yes, let's do both in one ficlet! Thank you for the prompts! (And of course I'm doing Haladriel!) Also, this one got away from me a little bit.

Modern/Non-magical AU. Rated M. (ao3) Word count: 3739

CROSSING BOUNDARIES

Your turn for groceries. Pick them up before 6 pm.

Galadriel rips the post-it note off the bathroom mirror and, crumpling it, tosses it toward the bin. The offending wad of hot pink lands on the floor by the tub, and she leaves it there out of spite. Her roommate will hate it, just as the environmental scientist in her despises that he’s wasted paper again when he could have sent her a text.

But that’s an argument that she’s never won. “Noldor,” Halbdrand would say with an exasperated sigh, “you do realize that the electricity we use to charge our fancy devices doesn’t appear out of thin air, don’t you?” Then they’d go around in circles over which was the greener method of communication, never coming to a consensus, and red thoughts of how her hands might fit around his neck—and squeeze—start to scratch in her brain.

She glares at the balled post-it, and with a huff, she picks it up, drops it in the bin. Her passive aggressive protest would be pointless. He has his own bathroom.

It’s 4:57 p.m. according to her phone. That leaves her hardly any time to bathe away the grime and sweat from her work in the field today, and no time at all to linger beneath the scalding water that her sore muscles desperately need. Worse, she tried to be efficient—something she’s never been particularly good at when it comes to mundane chores—and threw all her laundry in the washer ten minutes ago. She planned to spend the rest of the evening in her pajamas, catching up on reading or mindlessly scrolling through Netflix, adding shows to her list that she’ll never watch. Now she has to brave the crisp, wet spring evening with nothing but her summer wardrobe and wet hair.

She’s glad she left her muddy boots just inside the front door earlier. He deserves to trip over them.

By the time she’s out of her unjustly short shower, she’s thought of another way she’s going to get her revenge. She dons a cropped t-shirt, not bothering with a bra, and a pair of running shorts, then marches to his room. Her heart flutters just a little as she turns the doorknob. There are rules in their apartment, ironclad. He made that very clear when she moved in. She hadn’t minded then; she needed a way to escape the oppressive expectation that stifled every corner of her family home. Putting up with Halbrand’s near-OCD seemed a small price to pay for freedom.

They found each other through Celebrimbor. When she’d confided in her childhood friend that she was looking for a place, he mentioned that he knew an old grad school pal that needed a roommate. Tall, attractive, and a few years older than her, Halbrand had an unsettling intensity. He looked her over within minutes of their first meeting, the corner of his mouth quirked up, and said, “Yeah, alright.” There was a challenge in those two words, and it zinged in her veins with a sort of savage anticipation. She gave him back a small grin, told him she’d bring her stuff on Saturday.

This is the first time she’s set foot on his room. She thought it would be more like a boudoir. Dark walls, a four-poster bed with burgundy curtains. Maybe a collection of special toys in a glass-enclosed cabinet. It’s irrational, but that’s the picture that has popped into her head on the infrequent occasion he’s brought someone home for a few hours. She’s imagined his ephemeral companions as willowy and world-weary, though she’s only ever seen one in passing.

That was another broken rule, but it wasn’t her fault. She got the courtesy text, told him it was fine if he wanted company. Elrond was picking her up anyway; they were celebrating his recent promotion. When she returned around one in the morning, she was sure she had an hour or two yet before the mystery woman made her quiet exit. She was wrong. His bedroom door creaked open, and she stood stock-still in the dark kitchen where she’d just finished refilling her water bottle. She held her breath as he escorted his guest to the front door. Fortunately, neither of them noticed her. The woman, beautiful enough to grace the cover of a fashion magazine, leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, and there was a twinge in Galadriel’s stomach that bordered dangerously close to jealousy. She blamed the aberration on a starved libido. Celeborn had another six months left on his tour with Doctors Without Borders, and their only attempt at virtual intimacy had been awkward, blessedly cut off when his spotty internet connection dropped. They had a good laugh about the incident and decided to wait until he was back, but god, sometimes she missed the feel of a body over hers.

Halbrand closed the door, turned toward his room, unfocused gaze sweeping past her, and she thought she’d survive being an accidental voyeur. But then his eyes jerked back to her, and he froze in the dim ambient light streaming in through the living room windows. He wore only a pair of black boxer briefs that hid almost nothing. She never considered what his physique might be, but she couldn’t avoid it then, not when his lean, chiseled frame was on display. As a runner, Celeborn was fit as well, but this was different. Halbrand was built for more than endurance.

“Like the view, Noldor?” he said with a canted brow. The question was flippant enough, but there was something in his lancing stare that seethed. As if he believed she’d laid in wait to catch him in this state. As if he’d make her pay for it if they stood another minute longer this way.

Her skin felt too tight, the air too dense in that moment. But she wouldn’t let him see how he was affecting her. She rolled her eyes instead, muttering, “Get over yourself,” as she walked past him. That was nearly three months ago. He hasn’t had a late-night dalliance since, and she refuses to think too deeply on it.

It’s unsurprising that his room is tidy. But the space is otherwise ordinary. Mahogany furniture free of dust, books lined up perfectly on the shelves. She’s tempted to lift the duvet on his bed, to see if he used hospital corners on his sheets. Artwork hangs on the walls along with a sword she wouldn’t be surprised that he made himself. The hobby keeps his fingers permanently calloused, stained with soot no matter how hard he scrubs his hands after a weekend in his forge just outside of the city. She’s been there, sat on a stool in the corner in the sweltering shop and watched him work. It’s soothing, the orange-white glow of metal and the resounding clang as he swings a hammer down again and again.

She shakes off the memory, focuses on the task at hand. The clock is ticking. There’s a door to his own bathroom, opposite the walk-in closet—amenities that he pays the higher portion of the rent for. She flips on the light to the closet and runs her hand across the ordered line of button-downs, suit coats, and slacks until she reaches the activewear. Her target is the heather grey hoodie. He’s worn this one more than the others, and if she’s going to cross boundaries, she’s going all in.

The hoodie is so huge that it falls past the hem of her shorts; the overlong sleeves bunch at her wrists. The inside is still buttery soft, and she wonders how he keeps the fuzzy fabric from pilling. She leaves the rest of the room untouched, slips on a pair of Converse, and with reusable bags in hand, heads to the store around the corner.

The drizzling rain outside makes her grin, even if her legs prickle with chills. Later, when she hands him back his soggy hoodie, the expression on his face will be worth the discomfort. She runs into Bronwyn and Arondir at the store, makes small talk for a bit. Bronwyn’s eyes keep darting to Galadriel’s unusual attire but thankfully doesn’t comment on it. They part with a promise to set up another game night—where there will be more alcohol than gameplay and everyone will lose to Halbrand. Everyone except Galadriel. She’s managed to bring him to a stalemate a time or two. He gives her a singular smile when it happens, as if he likes it. That smile has infiltrated her insomnia-addled thoughts at night, along with his sculpted bare chest and rough hands. She hates it—hates him for it.

Celeborn needs to come home. Celeborn needs to call her more than once a month, needs to talk to her for longer than ten minutes. And Halbrand needs to stop filling in the void.

It’s an ungainly walk back to her building with two armfuls of grocery bags, but she makes it to the foyer before the skies open up. The doorman hustles to usher her inside and calls the elevator for her. It’s a perk she takes for granted, coming from an upper middle-class family. The closest she’s ever gotten to slumming it was at university in the dorms. Her work keeps her from being too spoiled, though. She spends roughly a third of the year living out of a tent, collecting samples.

After a couple attempts with her key, she manages to get into her apartment. Her boots are no longer in the entryway which means Halbrand beat her home, but she knew he would. She also knows he’ll emerge from his room with a lecture about respecting the public spaces in their home. She’s hungry for it. There’s a jittery swell of energy inside of her that needs an outlet. He doesn’t appear, though, not until she has the groceries almost put away. He’s in sweats and a t-shirt, hair wet as if he’s just finished a shower, and she banishes the fleeting thought of how soft those curling locks might be.

Brows raised, his gaze travels from her face down to her toes, pausing where his hoodie hits her mid-thigh. She glowers at him, unblinking, every step by languid step he takes toward her, daring him to start the clash that’s surely coming.

“Is this what we’re doing now?” He twines his finger in one of the drawstrings, gives it a little tug. “Touching each other’s things?”

She tips her chin up in defiance of her heart thudding against her ribcage. “I needed it. Mine was in the wash.”

He nods slowly with a hint of a smile. “And if I need something, I can just—” he tugs on the drawstring harder, “—take it?”

She doesn’t miss the edge to his question, but it isn’t sharp enough, not for the battle she’s craving. “No.”

“No?” He inches closer, a whisper of menace in his narrowing eyes. “Then give it back.”

She retreats a step, then another and another, gaze dropping with his to the drawstring unwinding from his finger. It falls to her chest, and she looks up at him. “I’m not done with it yet.” She spins on her heel and breaks into a near-run toward her room.

He catches her in the living room, yanks her off the ground and into his chest with an arm around her waist. “I’m not done with you yet.” The words are a low growl in her ear. A threat. Exactly what she wants.

The fight.

The pressure valve has finally released on their charged dynamic, and she kicks her legs, pommels her fists against his arm, as she yells at him to put her down. It’s never been physical between them before, but this is so much more gratifying than their usual shouting matches. She wants him to hurt. She wants to hurt. For reasons she’s not willing to acknowledge.

His grip is steel, immovable, but she doesn’t stop trying. Her pulse stutters when he tosses her onto the couch. Before she can scramble to her feet, he’s on her, knee between her legs, hand gliding up her bare thigh to the hem of his hoodie. She has to battle the instinct to close her eyes, drop her head back, to live inside the sensation of his calloused fingertips against her skin. Using all of her strength, she shoves against his shoulders, but he’s too strong. His large hands circle her wrists, and he pins them above her head.

“You wanted my attention, and now you have it.” There’s a feral light in his eyes, and it feeds the inferno growing inside of her.

“I didn’t.” Not how he’s implying. She can’t want it that way.

“You did,” he counters, pushing her arms together so he can hold them with one hand. He grabs a fistful of damp hoodie, slides it up to her waist. “Or else you wouldn’t have worn this one.” His gaze drifts to where he’s exposed a sliver of her stomach. He inches the fabric higher, and her breath hitches with the first blush of true disquiet. This isn’t a game anymore.

“Stop,” she says, despising that it sounds more like a plea than a command. “I have a boyfriend.”

Halbrand snorts, glancing up at her. “That doctor? He’s not your boyfriend.”

“He is—”

“Who feeds you, Galadriel?” His hand tightens on her wrists, lip curled in a snarl. “Who makes you dinner every night? Who makes you coffee every morning with one sugar and a splash of hazelnut creamer just the way you like it? Who picks up the goddamn shoes that you leave in the entryway when you’re too lazy to do it yourself? Who watches nature documentaries with you? Who do you spend your weekends with?”

His words are a blade flaying her apart, bit by ugly bit. Every accusation he makes comes with a dozen memories of how the lines have blurred between them over the last year. It was a gentle-sloped descent that began with “How was your day?” Then “Instant ramen isn’t a meal. I’ll cook if you’ll clean.”  That became “Hey, I’m going out for drinks with some friends tonight. Want to join us?” A bag of her favorite chocolates chucked at her when she’s curled up in bed with cramps. The surprise birthday party she threw for him and his unfettered laughter at her pathetic attempt of a cake. These moments and countless more.

Turning her head, she squeezes her eyes closed as if she can shutter this piercing truth. Throw it in a vault and sink it into the dark recesses of her mind.

Halbrand lets go of the hoodie and grasps her chin, drawing her face back to his. “Look at me.”

“No.” Because looking will be an admission that she doesn’t want to make. A confession that she’s already betrayed Celeborn. That she resents him for abandoning her to chase a higher calling. Resents that his kindness isn’t the same as thoughtfulness—something she hadn’t known until Halbrand showed her the difference on Valentine’s Day with his “joke” bouquet of peonies compared to Celeborn’s clichéd red roses.

Celeborn is steady and nice, the ideal husband to fill out a future family portrait, one with a white picket fence and two children. Everything she was raised to want.

Halbrand is a hurricane on the sea. Lightning and thunder. Frightening and alluring at the same time. They agree on almost nothing. He drives her so mad sometimes that she has fantasies of drawing his blood. And yet, she wants to drown. Because she doesn’t have to make herself less in his storm.

But he’s wrong, all wrong. She can’t want him.

“Galadriel,” he says her name with a quiet warning. “Look at me.”

She does.

His expression is both softer and too much. Too intense. Too possessive. “I’m more your boyfriend than he’s ever been.” He drags his thumb across her bottom lip, follows the movement with hooded eyes, and murmurs, “More than he ever will be.” He relaxes his hold on her wrists, and she wrests them free.

She needs space to breathe—to think—but her fingers knot in his shirt, and she’s pulling him closer. He comes willingly, eagerly, hot breath fanning over her lips just before he seals his mouth over hers. The kiss is sloppy, violent. A clash of teeth and tongue, and it’s not enough. Not when he slips down, fits his hips against hers. Not when he snakes his arm behind her back and crushes her to his chest. Not when she folds her legs around him, arching upward. It’s not enough.

His beard is sandpaper on her skin, but she likes the burn as he makes a wet trail across her jaw, down to her neck. He lets out a frustrated grunt when the hoodie gets in the way. The room spins when he stands up with her, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs as he staggers toward a room—his. She’s too busy scraping her fingers through his hair, nipping at his throat. Twice, they crash into the wall before he kicks the door open. She makes a noise of protest when he sets her on her feet, but then he’s yanking the hem of the hoodie up. Her crop top comes off with it, and when his eyes widen with surprise, she remembers that she has nothing else on underneath.

For a breath, she thinks she could stop this, leave this final line uncrossed. She’s only kissed him, given him a glimpse of the forbidden. She could flee to her room, lock the door. She could do it. But when a slow smile blooms on his lips, when he brushes the back of his knuckles across her collarbone, she knows she won’t.

He traces a path between her breasts, not touching—not yet. “He’s never laying eyes on this again.”

She bristles at the authority in his tone despite the chills pebbling beneath his questing fingers. “You don’t have a say in that.”

“I do,” he argues, hands gliding down her sides. “This temple has only one priest.” His fingers hook into the waistband of her shorts, and he drops to his knees. “And I’ve come to worship.”

The last flimsy thread of her resistance snaps, and she splays her fingers in his hair again as he divests her of the rest of her clothing. As he uses lips and tongue and fingers to send her to a terrifying, breathtaking height. He holds her upright through the crest when her quaking legs fail her. Lays her on the bed to recover, only until he’s as bare as she is. But it’s long enough that she remembers that she doesn’t want easy. Not with him. She’s ready when he tries to crawl over her, shoves him onto his back and straddles him.

“It’s like that, is it?” he asks with a rasping laugh.

She yanks his roving hands away from her chest, presses them into the bed, grips them hard enough to leave marks. “It’s the way it’s always been.”

“Yes,” he hisses in agreement as she begins her own ministrations.

This, between them, is wildfire. Dangerous but so alive. Too impatient, he breaks free of her grasp, drags her up to him, swallows her protest with a blistering kiss. He makes her the hammer to his anvil as his fingers dig painfully into her hips. She claws red lines into his shoulders and chest in return. The blaze is consuming her, devouring them both, as they become more erratic, more frenetic. It’s too much. She can’t—

She doesn’t fall. She erupts.

Flipping them both over, he finishes with his teeth and mouth sucking a welt into curve of her neck. He collapses on her with an affectionate curse afterward. He’s heavy, but the weight is an anchor, bringing her back from the heaven or hell he sent her to. When she shivers, he rolls onto his side, pulls her into him, and wraps his duvet over them both. She’s irrationally pleased that they’ve made a mess of his bed.

~

The sky is full dark in his window when she wakes—alone. She has a vague memory of him tucking the blanket back around her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. She doesn’t know how she feels about the latter. Her chest is tight, and she wants to call that guilt. It should be. Though, she can only muster a pale ghost of the emotion. Obligatory, but not truly hers.

Maybe that’s what her relationship with Celeborn has always been. An obligation they naively called devotion.

She slips out of bed, picks up Halbrand’s discarded t-shirt as she makes her way to his bathroom. From the sounds in the kitchen, she can guess what he’s up to, but she’s not ready to face him yet. She catches her reflection in the mirror, pauses to study it. Her hair is in disarray, crimson patches on her chin, her neck, her breasts. Faint bruises dotting her hips, her thighs. She runs her fingers over the purple-red mark at the base of her throat, and desire yawns awake in her belly, so thick that she’s almost ill with it.

Is this what it’s like? To be coveted. Claimed.

She pulls on his shirt and holds the collar up to her nose, inhales the clean scent of his laundry detergent, the hint of his sandalwood soap. She opens his medicine cabinet, examines each item—aftershave, cologne, deodorant, toothbrush and toothpaste—leaving her fingerprints on everything inside, as if she’s making these hers. Because he’s made her his.

“There you are.” She turns to find him leaning against the doorframe, wearing a half-smile, arms crossed over his bare chest. He glances at the shirt she wears and clucks his tongue. “Still touching my things.”

She mirrors his self-satisfied grin. “You touched mine.”

He straightens with a quiet laugh, reaches out to grab his shirt and tugs her closer to him. “You’re wrong,” he says, leaning forward. “This is all mine.” He tangles his other hand in her hair, draws her mouth up to his for a kiss, deep and wet.

She wants to laugh. She wants to cry. Because this—the chaos that they are—is somehow love.

~FIN~

#saurondriel #haladriel #saurondriel fic #haladriel fic #sauron x galadriel #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #galadriel x halbrand #my fic #modern au #non magical au #human au #crossing boundaries

[myrsinemezzo]

My Loathing Star (Haladriel/Saurondriel Fic)

Here we are with another Haladriel fic because I cannot stop writing for this pair. This is an angst and smut fest with dark Sauron doing dark Sauron things. FYI: Unlike “Across That Fine Line”, there will be no redemption arc in this one. No need to read the preceding one-shots in the series, but the beginning would make a bit more sense in context.

This fic is dedicated to the inimitable, wonderful, and fabulous @rebelrebelwrites Thank you for being such an amazing voice for good in this fandom! 

“Forced to make an impossible choice between the lives of her greatest friend or a fate tied to her greatest foe, Galadriel finds herself trapped in Mordor with her loving jailor who intends to give her everything her heart desires. Whether she likes it or not. Finale to the Swept Up In A World So Strange series.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45542185

#haladriel fic #saurondriel fic #haladriel #saurondriel #Sauron #halbrand #galadriel #my fics #rings of power #rings of power fic

[elssiie]

Storm Tides & Weaving Threads 

Siren AU / Multi-Chapters 

Tags: Alternate Universe, siren au, an attempt at world building has been made here, Hate to Love, enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers, biting as a love language, feral galadriel, you read it right we have a melkor/varda thing too, strap yourselves folks this one is all about how villains and heroines are destined to be together, Slow Burn

A siren’s hatred runs as deep as the darkest depths of the sea.

Galadriel has devoted her life to finding the Dark Weaver, the Serpent of Mordor - Sauron. Her relentless hunt is slightly put on hold when she is ordered to guard the Sea Kingdom's borders against intruders.

The Maker has much planned, for she is suddenly swept into a fateful meeting that will forever change not only her, but the world itself.

 Chapter 1: Vertō is posted!

#haladriel #saurondriel #galadriel and halbrand #galadriel and sauron #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand and galadriel #halatariel #haladriel fic #saurondriel fic #rings of power #rings of power fic #the rings of power fic #galadriel #halbrand #sauron #my writing #haladriel fanfic #saurondriel fanfic

[sarehime]

I updated second chapter!

#lord of the rings #rings of power #lotr #trop #galadriel x sauron #galadriel x halbrand #saurondriel #haladriel #saurondriel fic #haladriel fic

[demonscantgothere]

Litost. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 248.3k | 6.1k chapter [42/61] Chapter 42: Choose the Flames and Learn to Bear It

During Ar-Pharazôn’s rule of Númenor when Sauron holds the position of the High Priest of Melkor, Galadriel is captured in the middle of a war, imprisoned, and handed over to him as a sacrifice to be made in the Temple of the High Priest, but Sauron has other plans. From Akallabêth to the founding of Gondor, unlikely allies are forged.

Bronwyn raised her chin, turning her head to look Halbrand in the eyes next. “They have offered to protect her and her child,” she said in a stout voice. “She has chosen their protection.”

“I,” snarled Halbrand, his face morphing grotesquely in front of Bronwyn, “can protect my own wife and child—”

“Her fears go far beyond that,” Bronwyn informed him, finding her calm despite his raging storm of emotions erupting in front of her.

“She has nothing to fear from me—”

“—She has everything to fear from you,” Bronwyn countered, “if your will is to put her in a cage.” Her eyes flicked to his black gloved hand, the shield of fabric concealing his own golden ring from sight. “You controlled my son and Valandil, turning their eyes as black as coals before fleeing from Pelargir with both of them in tow on your fell beasts,” she pointed out, her eyes then flicking up to meet his own, staring back at her with steel in the gaze. “You control Theo with his ring. As well as Valandil. Her fears are justified, are they not?”

Keep Reading

#haladriel #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel x halbrand #saurondriel #galadriel x sauron #sauron x galadriel #my fic

[theriverwild]

Our Souls Were Made From The Stars

I know most folks in the Haladriel community loved this story and I've seen many posts of shocked readers to see it disappear. Buried in a thread, someone had downloaded up to the latest chapter and posted a reddit link for others.

I don't know why it was taken down and hope the author is okay. Even without an AO3 account please don't forget to credit the author, SilverWing12, when referencing.

Sharing for all the fans so you don't have to dig through comments.

#haladriel #saurondriel #trop fanfiction #not my fic but i know it was loved by many #our souls were made from the stars #silverwing12

[pursuitseternal]

“The Mutt of Oromë” might be Sauron’s company, but his mind is fixed on Galadriel… update coming for “Tamed by Light”

Summary: the army of Thingol marches, and Sauron must endure the ride locked away with this favorite stinking dog, Huan. But he cannot help but wonder, where his mistress is on her ride… and if she will find him in dreams again…

Saurondriel | First Age | Explicit

Cw: Good boy behavior, aggravated snapping at your love’s brother, wet dog smell, forced proximity with the canine enemy, Beren’s thick, Scottish accent.

Sneak peak below…

Sauron swerved from under her petting, sticking out his tongue to kiss her hand. She did not withdraw, no, instead he watched as her eyes closed. Briefly. Relishing his tongue’s warmth and wetness for just those few laps.

“You don’t know where that mouth has been,” a cold, commanding voice snapped at them. They turned swiftly, the chilling, distant stare of Finrod Felagund scrutinizing them from up the path. His blue eyes were exacting, his mouth curved in a frown of disapproval. “Probably gnawing on the bones of our allies,” he hissed, his nostrils flaring. Just like his sister.

“Or our enemies,” Galadriel added. There is was, Sauron chuckled only on the inside. The arrogant tilt of her head, the cock of her chin. The equally flaring nostrils. “You can’t underestimate the advantage that he could be once more against Carcharoth. Against Morgoth.”

“He would have more advantage if he could be more of his own form rather than you pet, Sister.” Finrod scanned that irritated gaze over the wolf beside his kin. “Of course, that assumes he won’t betray us the moment he does find freedom from his curse. Perhaps better to keep him on your leash, at your side, or snuggled at the foot of your bed.”

“Who’s to say I won’t stay at her side once I do break this curse, Felagund.” Sauron grinning as he looked up at them. “Of course, I would hope to advance to in her bed than at the foot of it.”

That really stoked Finrod’s temper, and Sauron could almost see his pulse raise and throb in the bulging vein of his neck. His fist gripped on the hilt at his hip, knuckles going white. But his sensibilities won out, the King of Nargothrond spinning on his heel and marching down the hill to join the rest of the warriors.

Galadriel’s mouth turned in an amused sort of frown. As if she knew what he said was wrong… and yet, not against her own… well her own dreams. “My friend, you really shouldn’t be provoking my brother,” a gentle chastisement.

“It’s just so easy,” he shrugged those wolf-shoulders, “and so much fun.”

“For my sake, Sauron, please,” she smirked, patting his head again, “play nice and be a good boy.”

Thanks to @marimosalad and @klynnvakarian for their accompanying fan works in the moodboard! 😘😘

#lord woofron #good boy #good boy sauron #werewolf sauron #werewolf core #werewolf boyfriend #sauron #haladriel #the rings of power #saurondriel #halbrand #rings of power #lotr rings of power #lotr rop #sauron x galadriel #haladriel fanfic #saurondriel fic #saurondriel smut

[a-fic-reviewer-757]

that i may rise and stand, o'erthrow me

by: mortaltemples | word count : 8229 | AO3 | chapters: 10/10 | rating : Explicit

Summary :

The line between lies and truth is fine indeed.

No one knows that better than Halbrand.

“I cannot help but be curious…what happens,” he sneered, “When she finds out? Do you truly believe that the golden princess of the Noldor will forgive you? Do you think she will grant you absolution?” The air was silent until --

“Do you truly believe that she will want you?”

Tags :

Angst | Worship | stripping someone but in a 'worshipping your god' way | Spoilers | Speculation | Potential Major Spoilers | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | they're in LOVE your honour | Confrontations | Post-Episode 6 | Big 'take me to church' vibes | now with added smut | and even more angst | Please note the change in rating | Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Review : 💜 💜 💜 💜 💜

I have to admit I do ship Galadriel and Halbrand mainly because he is Sauron ( yes I'm that bitch ). I've read the Silmarillion, Lord of the Rings and Hobbit and still, Sauron is my baby girl okay. I know he committed war crimes, but babe someone can fix him and her name is Galadriel. This fic has a lot of that even if the end is quite bittersweet, but still I loved it, the smut wasn't as extensive as I would like but still the way that Galadriel is compared to Morgoth in the sense that she is the new "god" that Sauron worships, and that she is the most of the light he would ever know in his lifetime is very good. So for people that have just watched the Rings of Power, and are now as I am shipping Saurondriel.

#that i may rise and stand o'erthrow me #enemies to lovers to enemies #enemies to lovers #lovers to enemies #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel x halbrand #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #sauron #halbrand #ao3 #ao3 fic #rings of power #lord of the rings #silmarillion #galadriel #saurondriel

[nocaptainonthisship]

Beleriand Beans & Brews

Haladriel | M | 7.6k | one-shot

for @hellghoulweek 2023

#haladriel #saurondriel #haladriel fic #saurondriel fic #haladriel fic rec #my fic #so ive officially written 3 coffee shop aus in under a year. heaven help me.

[rebelrebelwrites]

Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs

As always, this week's recs are...

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal preferences.

+++

The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: Of Desire and Despair by WildHarlow

What you need to know going in:

Mmm, another classic post-S1 fic where Sauron visits Galadriel in her dreams in an attempt to tempt her to reconsider his offer... with unflinching desperation, desire, and a semblance of honesty that scorches. Scintillating and spine-tingling in its gut-clenching conclusion, this is a quick, sinful read that you’ll want to return to over and over again.

Complete, Explicit

Read the story.

Follow the author on Twitter and AO3.

+++

The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: Though the Gods and the Years Relent, Shall Be by @demonscantgothere

What you need to know going in:

Hnnnnggg, this fic. 😍 Another beautiful contribution to this fandom from @demonscantgothere, this sweet, steamy fic also offers a really unique premise: after the end of all things, Eru remakes the world, and in that world in Valinor, a young Galadriel meets a Maia named Mairon. In this world, Mairon does not become corrupted, and he and Galadriel have the chance to fall for each other without the obstacles they would’ve had otherwise. Don’t get me wrong, I love the tragedy of this ship, but the hope and the pure softness of this story is breathtaking and such a balm for the soul. ❤️

Complete, Explicit

Read the story.

Follow the author on Tumblr and AO3.

+++

The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: Queen Takes King by @coraleethroughthelookingglass

What you need to know going in:

10 years after she says yes to Sauron’s proposal, Galadriel reflects on the decision—and the dominance she wields over her Dark Lord—in the world where shadows lie where they both reign as equals. I love me a Dark Galadriel fic, and this one doesn’t disappoint! This two-shot delivers delicious smut and a delightfully devoted Dark Lord and his Queen. 🔥

Complete, Explicit

Read the story.

Follow the author on Tumblr and AO3.

+++

The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): The Trials of Mairon by @jackpotgirl

What you need to know going in:

This is another fic I got into in the earlier days of the fandom, and I need to catch up on the latest update, but what a binge-read! If you’re somehow unfamiliar, this story sees Galadriel after the events of LOTR in Valinor, and at the bid of the Valar, she must put Sauron through three trials to prove that he’s worthy of redemption. After two failed attempts, they’re both thrust back to the events of S1 of RoP…. But this time, Galadriel knows who Halbrand is. The two push and pull at one another on a tremulous path of redemption, but the trials aren’t limited to Mairon. 👀 Binge-worthy, indeed!

WIP, Explicit

Read the story.

Follow the author on Tumblr and AO3.

+++

The Can't Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: but i thought you might by @bad-surprise

What you need to know going in:

This. Fic! (Listen I realize I start all of these with an exclamation but I don’t know what to tell you, my feelings are my feelings and you guys are the ones doing this to me so… 😂) I binged the heck out of this story this week and got caught up this morning, and I knew immediately I’d be adding it to this week’s list. In this modern AU, Galadriel and Halbrand have a tumultuous, on-and-off-again romance throughout high school/college and as adults, marked by crippling anxiety, religious trauma, and a struggle to communicate… but a fierce (and often unspoken), love for each other that leads to them continuing to fight for happiness. It’s beautiful, dark, and achingly good.

WIP, Explicit

Read the story.

Follow the author on Tumblr and AO3.

+++

🤩🤩🤩

Me at all these fics:

Don’t see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don’t fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend… ❤️

Until next week!

#saurondriel #haladriel #sauriel #saurgal #galadriel x sauron #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #galadriel x mairon #mairon x galadriel #galadriel #sauron #halbrand #mairon #artanis #saurondriel fanfic #saurondriel fic #haladriel fanfic #haladriel fic #trop fanfiction #rings of power #rings of power fanfiction #rings of power fanfic #fanfic recs #fic recs #fic rec #positivity towards trop fan creators only please

[bad-surprise]

at the museum, with you across the way

chapter 24: doomsday

haladriel modern au | E | 90.9k | 24/?

#otp: bind yourself to me #haladriel fic #haladriel #saurondriel fic #saurondriel #haladriel modern au #haladriel fics #saurondriel fics #saurondriel modern au #this is another angbang flashback chapter #two more of those to go unless something changes