As much as I love Charlie as Sauron, a part of me will forever mourn human Halbrand and his possible character arc.
He becomes the king of the Southland, and in the beginning, he and Galadriel are allies. Then Sauron comes along, and the rings. And he chooses to keep his.
Can you imagine Halbrand's slow descend into darkness? How one single choice can change the course of your life?
Halbrand's quest for revenge as a parallel of Galadriel's one. One path leads to light, one to darkness.
The pain and angst of these two souls intertwined but never meant to touch.
I need there to be more Haladriel with Human Halbrand, because it causes me inordinate hilarity to think of Finrod having to witness (idk how, it's not important) multiple siblings of his getting off with humans and weakly tapping his wee sign that says "if any marriage can be between our kindred and thine, then it shall be for some high purpose of Doom. Brief it will be and hard at the end. Yea, the least cruel fate that could befall would be that death should soon end it" in increasing despair.
POV: Waking up in the king's bed - Human! Halbrand x F! Reader
Summary: you wake up in your husband, the King of the Southlands bed... And you make sweet love 😎 smut with feelings
Warnings/tags: married couple, sex, fingering, morning sex?, pet names, no plot but many feelings, harsh weather, being cold
Just like this: your mind is empty, and your body awakens to the touch of his tongue sliding over yours, hot as his breath touches your face in the chill air of the morning. You just love the long kisses so full of tongue, so insistent and lazy, the kind of kiss you only share in mornings like that, with naked limbs intertwined under the blankets, feeling the roughness of his hair in your thighs...
A lazy morning in the Southlands. The bed is large and it squeaks when you fuck, but you do not care. It's a miracle to be there with him in your arms... Even if the cold can still enter the old walls of the fortress where you live now. You didn't have the time to fix it, to renovate... But your mind is here, at this moment, in this kissing.
Halbrand breaks the kiss, still so close to you... Freezing rain is now pouring outside, and will soon make your room even colder. The fire still burns in the fireplace, though. You close your eyes, nuzzling his neck, but he isn't having it:
- Y/n, look at me.
His fingers tilt your chin up, lips almost touching again.
- That's better. Wanna look at you. Still don't quite believe I can wake up to you every day...
You smile... It's easy. So easy... Smiling around him. All you have to do is be there for him, offer him your body and soul, and he does the same and more, every fucking day...
Your fingers take a strand of his auburn hair from his raggedy face. He looks so attractive in the orange light of the fire...
- I love you...
- I love you too, my queen...
His demanding lips are back in yours, kissing, sucking, pulling the sensitive flesh. He wants to taste you, to feel every bit of you, every different flavor you keep in your body... His calloused smith hand kneads your breast, while he kisses a trail to your ear, to your neck... Until the tender button of your nipple, already so sensitive. His tongue licks, his lips suck and kiss sloppily, while he hums like he is lapping honey... You tug at his hair, barely opening your eyes.
- Hm... You taste so good, my queen... How do you want me?
You smile, body electrified by his promises:
- Hmm... Wanna sit on your lap...
He chuckles, adjusting your bodies against each other, your ass over his thighs, his cock twitching against your belly button... He takes over the view of your bare chest, caressing your breasts without ceremony. You feel sleepy and so horny, like so many mornings before... He touches your pussy, feeling your wetness, your arousal...
- Hm... Delicious... My wife wakes up so horny, doesn't she?
- Yeah...
His kisses take you to that place you know so well, a dreamy space where every touch is fiery, every kiss feels like silk over your skin and his voice sounds like a spell, coaxing you to melt into his arms, to fall apart into that abyss of pleasure, to come again...
You hold him close when he enters you, rolling your hips and moaning so loudly, in unison... Your mouth finds his, searching for soothing, for calm in that tempest. Your hips barely move, but you feel so full, so stretched, like you could come just like that, being still with his cock buried deep into your cunt like that... Without moving... And then Halbrand is circling his hips, making both of you almost scream.
His harsh hands grip your lower back while he starts thrusting up into your drenching pussy. Out and in, all the way up... Brushing your g spot, rubbing at your cervix in an almost overwhelming way...
- Fuck, husband...
He chuckles and keeps his thrusts, mouth open, jaw dropped in that unhinged way you love so much to see...
- Oh, my wife likes to be railed this good, doesn't she?
Tears flow freely down your face, pleasure making you lose grasp on reality.
- Yeah... Yes, Hal... Fuck... I'm close...
More chuckles as he picks up the speed of his thrusting, moaning loud now and then, grunting in your ear...
His hips are slapping into yours with lewd wet sounds. You know how soaked you are, you can feel yourself all engorged and wet and messy... And it makes you even more turned on. You moan and gasp when he hits that one spot you love...
- You're fucking delicious, luv...
And you know that, when he calls you his "luv" he must be close... It is the way he used to call you when you first met, your first pet name, and the one he likes the most. When he just moans it... He is almost there, you know.
It is just so good to be there, so close, in each other's arms, just fucking while the world outside disappear under a curtain of thick rain and thunder... But then, a knock on the door of your bedroom breaks the spell you were under. Halbrand shouts angrily, without changing his pace, while you hold yourself on his shoulders:
- Not now!
The voice on the other side of the door sounds pretty concerned.
- It's an emergency, sir. I am sorry... You are needed in the hall...
Halbrand stops his thrusting and close his eyes before answering:
- I will be there in ten minutes. Now, get out!
You chuckle. The southlanders are very funny sometimes... Hal breathes deeply and holds your chin:
- Wife, lets finish what we started, shall we?
- Yes, please husband...
He just picks up the pace again and you both moan loudly, both now sweaty and panting, and he takes his thumb to your clit, rubbing fast... And you come, screaming... It's a long, hard orgasm, and you grab onto his shoulders until the last wave washes over your spent body... He follows you, grunting, slowing down his movements a little bit...
When you are back to earth, you do not want to break the embrace. He is so warm, his sweaty skin so calming against yours... His heavy breathing... The proof of what you did to him, as well as the come leaking through your pussy now that he is getting up to wash... To perform his king's duties...
- I will be right back, luv... Do not bother getting dressed up...
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