#saurondriel fics

[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

[justatinycollector]

“the night so black that the darkness hums”

haladriel || Unforgiving: A Northern Hymn AU

dead dove || explicit || 11.3k || 3/4

for @haladriel-winter-solstice

#haladriel fics #haladriel #halbrand #galadriel #saurondriel fics #saurondriel #haladriel winter solstice

[hazelmaines]

🌹🥰

Thanks for asking @maironiiel !! This from an upcoming chapter of The Chain:

The grey haired woman thumps the table and says, "Aye, sorcerer."

#my fic #wip snippet #haladriel fics #saurondriel fics #all aboard the sauron redemption raft au

[demonscantgothere]

Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 202.3k | 5.1k chapter [40/150] Ch. 40: A Dutiful Wife

During the First Age, the War of Wrath changes course. On the island of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of Werewolves, one of Sauron’s former strongholds—is the seat of the Necromancer’s power. Instead of sending his wolves out to kill Finrod after capturing Felagund in his dungeons, Sauron demands an exchange for his life. Galadriel offers herself.

“Madness,” Halbrand offered softly, the word a mere whisper across his lips. “That is all I have seen. From the day I had defected, and even before that, I saw a wild madness spread from one corner to the next. Extreme lengths on both sides. None willing to listen to reason.” Halbrand paused, his bottom lip trembling as he recalled an old memory, and with its recollection, a glimmer swelled within his eyes. “Reason used to be my best quality, Galadriel. Reason. Can you imagine? Being the only one speaking any sense, and no one willing to listen to you? I was a ghost.”

Gently, she brushed her thumb over his cheek, giving him a slow nod of understanding. “I can imagine,” she whispered back.

“I believe,” Halbrand murmured, his own thumb mirroring her action onto her cheek as well, “that you spoke of reason, too, though no one listened, did they? But you spoke true to what was in your heart, whether they wanted to hear it or not, and you stood your ground.”

“I did,” Galadriel confessed, raising her chin. “My kin, Fëanor, for one.”

“Hmm,” hummed Halbrand, “a mess of an Elf.”

A little laugh, nothing more than a soft chuff of air, escaped Galadriel in a huff of agreement. He was right, of course. “The one who started this mess,” she whispered, a hint of sadness within the words.

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[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]

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…

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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.

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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

[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

[myrsinemezzo]

Two months later than I thought it would take, but Chapter 39 of my personal behemoth fic is up! I love writing battle scenes, so this one was extra fun.

#rings of power fic #sauron #galadriel #halbrand #saurondriel #haladriel #my fic

[myfavouritelunatic]

A Daughter's Gift

One Christmas, Celebrían decides to repay her father, Halbrand, for all the joy he's given her year after year.

This is pure and utter Christmas FLUFF! (With a little angst of course because it's me. :P)

Word Count: 2.6k

My Christmas present to all the wonderful friends I've made in the Haladriel/TROP fandom over the past year! I hope you enjoy it!

❄️🎄🎅🎁❤️🎁🎅🎄❄️

Tagging: @pursuitseternal @theriverwild @thrillofhope @klynnvakarian @scriberated @heronamedhawks @gil-galadhwen @90shaladriel @tmwillson3 @coraleethroughthelookingglass @marimosalad @jhalya @princessfantaghiro @eowyn7023 @yletylyf @rebelrebelwrites @hikarielizabethbloom

#haladriel #saurondriel #celebrian #halbrand #sauron #galadriel #the rings of power #trop #trop fanfiction #tolkien fanfic #christmas #christmas fic #christmas fluff

[nenyabusiness]

[Sauron] perceived at once that Galadriel would be his chief adversary and obstacle, and he endeavoured therefore to placate her, bearing her scorn with outward patience and courtesy.

Unfinished Tales, J.R.R. Tolkien (Ed. Christopher Tolkien)

#saurondriel #haladriel #tolkien #unfinished tales #figured i'd might as well share this since i used it as a bit of inspo for my last fic #this is about Sauron's time in Eregion fyi #rings of power #trop #lore

[mortaltempless]

it's more the being unknown

~1.4k, Rated G, Galadriel/Sauron

Even at the end of the world, Frodo remains curious as to what drives Galadriel.

The hobbit, for all his long millenia of bravery and kindness, for all his suffering, looked terrified, and he knew it. An awful humiliation on this final day.

"Do not fear, young Frodo," Galadriel offered. "It will be painless. The One would not stand for anything else."

That morning, they had all seen Galadriel's uncle stalk proudly and with purpose out of the Halls of Mandos, preparing his chariot. All knew what that meant.

Frodo offered a weak smile to Galadriel.

"What will come after, my lady?" he whispered. He knew his duty. He wore armour, for the first time in the many Ages of his life. He would defend Middle Earth, and give thanks to Erú as the world broke apart. But that did not stop the fear.

Still, Galadriel smiled softly and sweetly -- a rare gift. 

"I'm not sure, my friend," she said. "But it will be beautiful." 

Frodo nodded, not much reassured. Galadriel checked over his armour, her own long-since fitted perfectly to her form.

"Will you stay with me?" he asked softly, somewhat ashamed of the quake in his voice. Galadriel looked down and away, and for a moment the hobbit thought she would not answer.

"Frodo, there is --" she looked at him, blue eyes shining. "It is the end of the world. And my part in this story is over."

A pause as she looked down again, at the shining, iridescent silver of her breastplate, the gold star gleaming like a fire in the centre. 

"There will be no tomorrow, old friend. So there is only one way I wish to spend my last hours." her voice was a delicate whisper. 

Ever since he arrived on the shores of Valinor, he had grown close to Galadriel. One of the few familiar faces in this strange land. The other elves stared at him, and found him to be a curious oddity. Only those who knew him from Middle Earth continued to treat him with respect and kindness, rather than as an amusing child who just learned to toddle. Even so, he could not miss the rumours that followed the once-Lady of Lothlórien. Most of them, he could dismiss out of hand. Even after all his long years, he remembered the Sackville-Bagginses well enough to recognise petty jealousies and family rivalries when he saw them. 

But there were other rumours, ones that stuck in his craw. Ones that made his mind itch with the memory of Galadriel's woods, and the Ring, louder than it had ever been, whispering incessantly to him -- soclosesoclosesoclose -- praise Erú that Galadriel had the wisdom to reject it. But no, Frodo dismissed the thought, there was no way that, after everything, Galadriel would --

"Mithrandir will look after you and Bilbo," she said. "You will not be alone for even a moment." 

Frodo did not reply. He just blinked slowly at the elf. He was not sure if she wanted his permission, or if she was telling him instead.

He put it out of his mind for hours, watching the events of that final eternal day unfold around him. Chaos and waiting. Waiting and chaos. These alternating moods threatened to undo him. He stood by Galadriel, Gandalf and Bilbo, the four of them stuck carefully together as it all unfolded, with the elf and wizard guiding the halflings across bloody battlefields, carefully keeping them away from the worst of the battles. Indeed, Frodo's own blade remained clean. 

He supposed he should be pleased about that.

But that all changed once he saw It. That was the only thing that came to mind: It. The armour was unmistakable, and for the first time in countless years, Frodo's shoulder burned. An ancient wound awakened by its ultimate cause. It made a sick sort of sense that Sauron would piece himself together enough to witness his master's final attempt at dominance. 

Gandalf's hand was on his shoulder, his voice comforting and low. 

"He will not come near you, old friend," he murmured. Frodo sobbed, nodded, but could not help the way he curled into the wizard in fear.

"I don't --" his voice trembled. "I don't want to die like this." 

Frodo was brave. His strength and kindness was famed across the world, far beyond Middle Earth. The gentle halfling who toppled a god without ever taking a life. But he felt as though tears and terror were all he had left.

"And you won't," This voice was soft as well, but with an almost incomprehensible depth of kindness and feeling to it. Galadriel's soft hair brushed his arm as she laid a kiss on his forehead. "He won't ever touch you, old friend." 

With a squeeze of his hand and a meaningful look to Gandalf, she was gone.

"What is she doing?" Bilbo asked, his hand rubbing soothing circles into his nephew's shoulder. Gandalf didn't reply, but his sigh contained an age of sorrow. 

She walked slowly, calmly towards the towering figure, discarding weapons as she went.

Her quiver.

Her bow and arrow.

Her sword.

And finally, a dagger. 

Sauron, for his part, possessed a stillness that Frodo would never have guessed. Sword in one hand, mace in the other. He gave up neither weapon. 

The hobbit's heart was in his mouth, certain that Galadriel had miscalculated, certain that at any moment, Sauron would swipe his mace at her, smashing her bones into pieces. But he did no such thing.

Instead, by some magic, Frodo heard every word, even at this distance.

"I always hated that armour," Galadriel said. The figure tilted its awful head at her.

"Too frightening?" His voice was muffled, but sounded little like the wraith that had haunted the hobbit's nightmares for millennia. 

"Too much like a little boy's. Far too cumbersome, even for you," Galadriel replied. There was something in her voice that Frodo could not recognise. Still, the Dark Lord's next act threw any thought of Galadriel from his mind as his hands reached up, and unlatched his helmet. 

It came to the ground with a loud clang.

Frodo couldn't breathe. 

Sauron looked…disarmingly normal. He remembered Strider…Aragorn…whatever, and his ranger friends…Sauron would not look out of place among them. Scraggly haired and scruffy, and far from the beast he imagined lurked beneath the helm. And it is only then that he identifies the note beneath Galadriel's speech, even at this dire moment: amusement. 

"Gandalf," Frodo whispered, almost against his will. "What is she doing?" 

The wizard had not taken his eyes off the pair, a wariness to his gaze even now at the end of everything. 

"Hmm?" he asked, as though he had not heard every word Frodo uttered.

"I don't think she's in much danger, my lad," said Bilbo, keen eyes alight with curiosity. Frodo shook his head. 

"She needs --" he did not know how to finish the sentence, felt rooted to the spot, even as his breath caught when Sauron's mace crashed to the ground beside him. 

"I believe the Lady will do quite fine without our aide, my boy," said Gandalf, still fixed on the pair. 

Frodo strained to hear them now, no doubt a result of Galadriel's magic fading, or perhaps an alteration of the spell. The rumours burst into his mind again -- perhaps it was for privacy.

"Of course I did not visit --" 

"Thousands of years in the dark, Galadriel --"

"And whose fault --"

Now he could believe them. Then, they stood in silence for a long moment, and when Galadriel spoke again, it was crystal clear to Frodo's ear, even as he could see his uncle surreptitiously straining forwards to hear as Gandalf kept a tight grip on the more troublesome halfling. 

"If this is the end, do we really want to spend it on another battlefield?" Her voice was soft, and achingly sad. 

"It would be fitting," Sauron replied, just as clearly to Frodo's ear. "But yes, I rather agree. This is not how we should spend the last of our time."

By the end of the statement, his voice was quiet and hoarse. Gandalf's eyes shut, and the wizard let out a sigh that contained centuries of tension. 

Sauron's sword also fell to the ground as he stared at Galadriel, something impossible in his eyes that Frodo simply refused to name. 

The last the hobbit saw of Galadriel was this: walking, off the last battlefield, in perfect step with the Dark Lord of Mordor, their weapons discarded.

#I'm not posting this to Ao3 but I'm fed up of this just sitting in my gdocs lol #my fic #haladriel #saurondriel #galadriel x sauron #tv: rings of power #lotr fic #trop fic

[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

[justatinycollector]

“crimson headache, aching blush”

chapter one || “i’d quench that thirst”

explicit || 1/2 || 3.1k

Haladriel Week, Day One: Firsts/First Times

#haladriel week #haladriel #saurondriel #haladriel fics #saurondriel fics #otp: bind yourself to me

[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

[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?”

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[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!