Lord Adar (The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power)
Pharma (Transformers)
Voting ended onJan 25
PROPAGANDA:
[Adar]
"anyone can become a babygirl, but it takes a real man to be the single mother of (checks notes) every orc in middle earth!! his name is LITERALLY 'father' in elvish! he assassinates SAURON to get custody of the kids!! this is an uruk who has earned a motherly glow while carrying his scrungly children."
"He is already the father of thousands of Uruk (orcs). His name means "Father" in Sindarin (Elvish). His formal title is Lord Father. He needs to experience the joys of motherhood, too. He looks handsome in his black chain mail. How would he look in a maternity outfit?"
"His deal-with-the-devil desire was to have children!"
[Pharma]
"The issue he's reintroduced is literally called "The Fecund Moon". Pharma's Phecundity for the win. Most breedable robot in TF history."
"He's been put through the ringer more times than I can count and is hated by the majority of the fandom who do not understand his character. He deserves to get pregnant as a treat. Plus I think he'll care for his kids, he just needs to be given some mood stabilizers and a therapist to make sure he doesn't screw them up."
@gauntletgirlie I saw you wanted Adar version so here you go dearie ✨🫶❤️🔥
You Slapping their Butt and Calling them “Dummy Thick” in Front of Everyone:
how would the elves react to this?
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Adar Version below.
ꨄ 🔥 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓻 🔥 ꨄ
༒ The moment your hand connects with his backside and the words “dummy thick” slip from your lips, the entire atmosphere would shift. His piercing eyes—normally cold and calculating—would immediately lock onto you, the corner of his mouth twitching as though he’s attempting to process the bizarre audacity of the situation. His eyes would flicker briefly to the Orcs and Uruks gathered around, their reactions ranging from stunned silence to suppressed snickers.
༒ For a moment, there would be an eerie stillness in the air, a deep, unsettling silence that envelops the group. Then, Adar’s face would shift subtly, his lips pressing into a tight line, a flash of sharp, dangerous amusement crossing his features. He’d let the moment stretch out for a second longer, making sure you understand the weight of what you’ve done before he speaks. “Such boldness is not common among those who live to serve,” Adar would say, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable edge, his gaze still intense as he steps closer to you. The surrounding Orcs, sensing something between tension and amusement, would shift nervously, unsure of how their leader might respond.
༒ There is an odd mixture of confusion and intrigue in Adar’s expression. While his upbringing in Morgoth’s torment and his subsequent rebellion against Sauron made him ruthless, he’s not unfamiliar with playful moments—he’s just never been on the receiving end of such… familiarity. The term “dummy thick,” so unrefined and brash, would likely jar against his sense of propriety, but he’s not entirely unamused by the audacity. After all, the audacity to challenge his authority so blatantly could be seen as a test of strength, a dance of power. “You think this is a jest, do you?” he would ask, his tone shifting ever so slightly to one of amusement tinged with an underlying warning. “To what end does your insolence serve, hmm?”
༒ The Orcs around him, sensing a moment of tension, would likely remain silent—some too afraid to laugh and others unsure if this was part of some strange game. Then, to everyone’s surprise, Adar would step back, his posture still regal and commanding, yet with an odd softness in his eyes. His lips would curl into a faint smile, though it would be brief and almost imperceptible. “You amuse me… but do not mistake this humor for a lack of authority.”
༒ For a moment, he might let the room linger on the awkwardness of the situation before he regains his composure. His tone would grow serious again, though there’s a glimmer of reluctant affection buried deep within. “Next time, your jest will come at a cost,” he warns, but it’s clear from the glint in his eyes that there is an unspoken understanding. Despite the scolding, a part of him appreciated the boldness, even if he would never openly admit it.
༒ As the Orcs and Uruks murmur among themselves, unsure of whether to laugh or remain silent, Adar would let out a long, deliberate sigh and shake his head. “Go on,” he mutters, dismissing the crowd. “We have work to do. And you, stay.” His eyes never leave yours, and in his gaze is a mixture of curiosity and something far more dangerous—a warning to never cross him so casually again, but a hint of admiration for your nerve.
༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ જ⁀➴⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆જ⁀➴ ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻
Extra part where continue… (as Adar deserves)
༒ He is clearly intrigued, his eyes still locking onto you with that dangerous edge. But as the seconds tick by, you can almost see the gears turning in his mind. How does one punish such audacity without appearing weak? How does one assert dominance without completely squashing the spirit that has dared to challenge him?
༒ The Orcs around him remain silent, uncertain of what comes next. Some of them shift uneasily, sensing that the commander’s mood has shifted from amusement to something far more calculating. For Adar, control is everything. He has weathered centuries of war and rebellion, but this—this challenge to his authority—is something new. And while he’s not unaccustomed to being disrespected, he’s intrigued by your nerve. After a prolonged pause, where the silence seems to stretch on indefinitely, Adar steps closer, his towering presence imposing as he slowly circles around you like a predator evaluating its prey. The air feels thick with the weight of what could come next, but there’s something different in his approach.
༒ He’s not angry—not really. But this level of insolence cannot go unpunished. Adar enjoys power games, but only when they’re on his terms. His lips curl into a thin smile again, but it’s not one of kindness. It’s the smile of someone who knows he’s about to make you pay, but in a way that will leave a mark—not just physical, but mental. “Boldness does have its price, does it not?” Adar’s voice is soft, almost conversational, but there’s a lethal undercurrent in the way he speaks. He leans in, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body and hear the barely restrained power in his tone.
༒ He reaches out, not to strike, but to gently grip your chin, tilting your head slightly up so you can meet his piercing gaze. The gesture is deceptively gentle, but there’s no mistaking the control he exerts with it. His fingers are firm, and you can feel the pressure as he holds your face in place. There’s no mistaking his authority here, but it’s almost as if he’s savoring the moment, watching you carefully for your reaction. “You think yourself bold?” he asks, his voice low and measured, his breath warm against your skin. “To lay your hands on me so casually? Let’s see if your boldness remains when I’m done with you.”
༒ Then, without breaking eye contact, Adar moves his hand down your arm, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your clothes before he stops at your wrist. In one fluid motion, he grabs your wrist and pulls you slightly forward, leading you with that same quiet, commanding authority. “Follow me,” he says, voice cold and imperious. “We have a lesson to impart.”
༒ The Orcs, still uncertain, exchange looks but remain silent. The energy in the room shifts as Adar leads you to a nearby chamber, one far removed from the others. The moment you step inside, the door closes with a heavy thud, cutting off the sounds of the outside world. Inside, the tension is palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Adar stands before you, his eyes narrowed slightly as he assesses the situation. He’s no fool—he knows how to play the game of dominance, and now, it’s time for you to learn the consequences of your actions. “Sit,” he commands simply, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We’ll see if you think your audacity is worth the price once I’ve finished with you.”
༒ There’s no immediate threat of violence, but the way he speaks carries a warning this will not be a simple reprimand. Adar is not quick to anger, but when he does react, it’s measured, calculated. He doesn’t hit or strike for the sake of punishment; he bends others to his will through control, dominance, and psychological games. He waits, giving you a moment to obey. If you challenge him again, there will be consequences—but Adar is not one to make a move until he’s sure the lesson has been learned. The control he exudes, the sheer dominance, is his way of asserting authority in a situation where his pride has been wounded. And though you may not understand it yet, you will when he’s done.
༒ “Now, we will see if you can still joke after this,” he says softly, leaning in just enough for his voice to be a whispered threat. “Remember—there’s a price for everything, and tonight, you’ll learn what that is.” The tension builds, and you’re left to wonder how far Adar is willing to go in his strange mix of punishment and unexpected curiosity. Would he break you mentally, emotionally? Or would he allow your defiance to be a lesson in power? Only time—and Adar—will tell.
༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ જ⁀➴⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆જ⁀➴ ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻
Bonus - random headcanons
༒ Adar never goes anywhere without his sword. Whether he’s in the presence of allies, enemies, or even when resting, his weapon is always within arm’s reach. It’s not just a tool for war—it’s a symbol of his authority and his survival instincts. His attachment to it is almost psychological; it’s as much a part of him as his own flesh.
༒ In rare moments of peace, when Adar is alone, he’s known to hum softly to himself. It’s a habit that’s never been noticed by his Orcs, but it’s something that he does unconsciously. The tune is haunting and old—perhaps a song from his Elvish past, one that’s been twisted and faded by the years, but still lingers in his soul. It’s a sound that betrays the sadness he keeps locked away.
༒ Has a Preference for Quiet, Private Meals Unlike most leaders who might host grand feasts, Adar prefers quiet, solitary meals. He’ll often retreat to a secluded area, far from the chaos of his war camp, to eat in peace. His meals are simple but nourishing, and he takes his time, savoring each bite. It’s his one form of self-care in a life filled with constant strife, and he cherishes the moments of solitude.
༒ Has an Unusual Soft Spot for Animals Though he is known for his cruelty, Adar is surprisingly kind to the animals he encounters. He has a particular fondness for wargs, and when he’s not dealing with matters of war, he can often be seen sitting silently alongside them, stroking their fur or watching them play. It’s a rare, softer side of him that he doesn’t show to others, and it’s one of the few times he lets down his guard.
༒ Adar often takes time to watch the Orcs and Uruks spar, not just for training but because it’s one of the few ways he can observe them without speaking. He’s fascinated by their raw, brutal strength, and there’s a quiet pride in how they’ve grown under his leadership. When one of them lands a particularly good blow or shows unexpected skill, he’ll nod with approval, though he rarely comments aloud.
༒ When injured, Adar never makes a fuss. Whether it’s a deep gash or a minor scrape, he’ll quietly tend to it in solitude, using whatever medical supplies he has on hand. There’s an eerie calmness to it, as though he has become so accustomed to pain—both physical and emotional—that it no longer bothers him. The silence he maintains during these moments is almost meditative, and it’s when he’s most introspective.
༒ When no one else is around, Adar will often speak to his wargs as though they’re his most trusted confidantes. He’ll stroke their fur and mutter to them, telling them about his day, his frustrations, or even his dreams of reshaping the world. The wargs, of course, can’t understand him, but he speaks to them with the seriousness and authority of someone telling a loyal advisor his grand plans. It’s oddly endearing, and his Orcs are always left scratching their heads when they overhear him.
༒ Adar has a strange habit of collecting seeds from various places he visits, a habit carried over from his days as an Elf. He often presses them into small leather pouches, and though he rarely speaks of it, there’s a quiet joy in the way he looks at the seeds, almost as if he’s attempting to create something new in a world full of destruction. His Orcs, of course, have no idea why he’s obsessed with seeds, but they’ve learned not to question it.
༒ Adar is an introspective soul, and though he hides it well, he often writes down his thoughts, reflections, and sometimes even poems in a small, weathered book. This book, filled with musings on life, death, and creation, is a reflection of the Elven side of him that still seeks meaning beyond the chaos he now creates. He rarely shares it with anyone, but the book is always with him, tucked away like a personal treasure.
༒ Adar’s way of showing affection is subtle, reserved, and often conveyed through actions rather than words. Due to his complex nature—being both a leader of Orcs and a deeply conflicted former Elf—he is not overtly expressive in the traditional sense, especially considering his history of trauma and his role in a world of conflict. However, there are still distinct ways in which Adar expresses care and affection for those he values, particularly for those close to him, such as his Orcs, and potentially a partner.
༒ Adar’s love language leans heavily on acts of service. He might not shower you with compliments or physical affection often, but he will take care of the practical details, ensuring that those around him are well-provided for and safe. This could mean overseeing the welfare of his Orcs or ensuring that their needs are met, even if they don’t always appreciate it. Similarly, for a partner, he may go out of his way to protect and support you in ways that are quiet but powerful, such as tending to your needs or offering help with difficult tasks.
༒ Adar has a deeply protective instinct, especially toward those he views as his “children” (the Orcs). This extends to those he forms closer bonds with. He might not express his emotions through words or gestures, but he will make sure that you are safe and protected from harm, using his leadership and intelligence to keep you out of danger. His sense of duty can become a form of unspoken love, where his actions speak louder than any affection shown.
༒ Physical Touch, but Only When He Feels Comfortable While Adar is reserved and not overly tactile, he does enjoy moments of quiet intimacy through touch, particularly when he feels a sense of trust and safety. He might place a hand on your shoulder, rest his arm around your waist, or brush your hair away from your face. These moments are rare, but when they happen, they signify a deep, unspoken connection. If you’re his partner, he may also offer comforting touches, like holding your hand or gently resting his hand on your back when you’re upset, but only after ensuring you feel comfortable with his proximity.
༒ Adar is very attuned to the needs of those around him, and he shows affection by being present, listening intently, and offering advice or guidance when necessary. Whether it’s helping to resolve an issue among his Orcs or offering you a piece of wisdom during a vulnerable moment, his way of showing affection is grounded in the idea of providing steady, reliable support. He wants to ensure those he cares for are taken care of, and his attention to detail—whether in their well-being or their emotional state—is one of his softer ways of showing love.
༒ Adar doesn’t need to speak or act loudly to show affection. Sometimes, his presence is enough. He’s the type of person who is content to just sit next to you, sharing quiet moments without the need for constant conversation. His calming presence—whether standing guard or simply being near you—says a lot about how much he values you. He doesn’t need grand gestures; the fact that he stays close, that he’s there when you need him, speaks volumes.
༒ Adar’s affection extends to his Orcs, especially the weaker or younger ones, whom he views almost like his children. He’ll often go out of his way to offer them protection, food, and comfort. His affection for them is shown through his leadership style, where he ensures their survival and tries to protect them from harm. Similarly, in a more personal relationship, Adar would be the type to ensure you are well taken care of when you’re feeling unwell or have faced hardship, offering comfort without expecting anything in return.
༒ When Adar feels strongly about someone, he becomes unexpectedly gentle. For example, he may take a moment to help you tend to an injury or offer soft words of encouragement when you’re struggling. His voice may lower, and the hardened edge he usually carries might soften in these rare moments. He would also shield you from danger, even placing himself in harm’s way to ensure your safety, which is a subtle but powerful way of expressing how much he cares.
༒ Gift Giving (in his own way) While Adar might not give traditional gifts, he may offer you something that has sentimental value to him, such as a small trinket or a piece of something from a place that has meaning to him. This could be an old artifact, a part of nature, or something else that reflects his past. In this way, he shows affection through the act of offering a part of himself that he holds dear.
༒ When Adar feels affection for someone, he shows it by taking pride in their achievements. For his Orcs, itmight be an acknowledgment of their loyalty or success, giving them a rare word of praise. For a partner, this could manifest in him taking quiet pride in your skills, intelligence, or bravery, without fanfare. While Adar is not quick to boast or shower others with praise, the glimmer of pride in his eyes is a rare, but telling sign of affection.
༒ Adar’s affection is subtle, layered, and deeply meaningful. He doesn’t show love in flashy, grand gestures, but instead through quiet, reliable support, protective actions, and thoughtful gestures that convey a deep, personal care for those he values. Whether it’s through a soft touch, a rare moment of vulnerability, or the way he ensures your safety and well-being, Adar’s affection is something that speaks volumes without needing to be loudly declared.
So, I've been teasing this reveal for a while. Actually getting it written was...an experience.
For my next fic, I am exploring The Rings of Power and the character of Adar. I thought there was so much to dig into with this guy. His complexity and the ambiguity of his moral code was compelling and there just was not enough of him in the story. Hence, fanfic. 😄
"I speculated a lot with Joseph Mawle, the actor that played Adar. [...] That scene is actually a bit longer, so there's a little bit, maybe when they do an extended cut, but there's a longer bit of familiarity. And that's something that I've been with the showrunners and that I'm very curious about. I believe, myself, without giving anything away, that there's a moment - and you see it in the scene - there's a moment of kind of recognition, of origin, and of elvenhood. That's a big thing, who are these beings? And that's Adar's entire thing. It's 'we came from the same origin, why are we fighting each other?' kind of thing. So I have my own speculation, but maybe I say the wrong thing and I get fired [laughs]."
— Ismael Cruz Cordova about Adar & Arondir at MagicCon 2022
Joseph Mawle, his acting is, and will remain, one of the best of his generation. A great actor can be recognized by the love and emotion he arouses in his audience. Mission accomplished.
Adar is an archetype that no one can fight against. Joseph Mawle gave an incredible dimension to this character but it is not limited to that. The response he generated proves that he was able to awaken buried memories and emotions in us.
This is what a great actor means to me. A modern-day shaman. And what's more, he's a beautiful soul, close to his audience, a rare quality !
The Cinema is not just about the actors, there is also the production which is very important. His view of the world could prove very interesting.
We wish you a beautiful and long career . Sometimes patience is necessary but it is to better prepare youself. We wish you the best.
Summary: You believe your fiancé to be dead. After centuries of mourning, you find out something shocking after a battle in the Southlands.
Your boots hit the sturdy ground as you made your way to find your old friend, Galadriel.
You felt relief in your chest as the battle against the orcs fell victorious. They would no longer reek havoc against the humans who lived here. But who was to say that this was a true victory when lives were lost…
You have been alive long enough to know that the peace these humans feel now is only temporary against a greater evil. But not always… Not in Valinor. Not when I had…
“Your poem is quite lovely.” Enel remarked.
“You are just saying that.” You rolled your eyes, amusement gleaming heavily in your gaze.
“Now why would I tell the most beautiful elf in the entire universal a lie?” He asked.
Your blush deepened, “Because you are blinded by my beauty that you cannot see what is truly in front of you.” You motioned to the scroll, the ink still slightly wet as the words of life dried on the page.
“On the contrary my melenith, my sight has never been so clear before.” He murmured leaning closer to you.
“And why should I believe you?” You asked as he brushed his lips against yours.
“Because as your future husband, I have nothing to hide from you.” He answered, “My thoughts and my secrets are yours.”
“And am I yours?” You breathed against his lips.
“Always.” He said before meeting your lips with his.
“General!” A young voice called out to you and broke you from your memories, “Princess!” He called again.
You turned your head towards the elf calling out to you. A calm expression taking over your frown as you greeted the elf with a nod, “Yes?”
“I just wanted to thank you for helping.” He said.
“Of course.” Your smile was gentle, “It is what anyone would have done.”
“It has been a long time since I have seen you. You were helping my group with training.” He explained.
“Ah.” You said in realization as you recognized the young elf, “Arondir.” That seemed to bring a smile to his face as you continued, “I remember that I said I had high hopes for you.” You looked around before settling your eyes back on him again, “It seems that I was correct.”
“Thank you general or Princess.” He bowed.
“We fought in battle together, my name will do just fine.” You recognized golden strands of silken hair of your friend, “It was very nice to catch up but I have some matters to attended to.” You gave him a polite smile.
“Of course my Princess, I mean...” His voice trailed off as redness overtook his cheeks. He nodded once before walking away.
“Riel.” You called out to your friend who spun on her heel with nervous alarm. However, you paid little mind to her timid nature assuming it was just adrenaline from after the battle… but she is rarely nervous. You thought as she approached you. Maybe something happened.
“My squad and I have rounded up the remaining orcs. I believe that we should try and question the leader Adar before trying to get through to one of the orcs.” You reported.
She spoke your name gently as if trying to calm you, but you were too distracted by your report that you missed her furrowed brows.
“I hope that you have found this Adar? I’d rather not like to scavenge these woods tonight looking for a face I do not know.” You looked to the woods with a sick feeling in your stomach. You hated walking through the woods at night.
Galadriel spoke your name louder and finally caught your attention.
“Yes?” You asked as you settled down, “Did something happen out there? Are you alright?” Your motherly instincts kicked in as you gave her a once over but found that she was not visibly harmed, “Is it the queen? Or Halbrand?” You mentioned her new friend in hopes that he was not why she was looking at you with such pale skin right now.
She shook her head and placed hers hand on your back, “You must come with me.” She said carefully as she led you somewhere less populated, close to an old barn.
“Riel, you are scaring me.” You whispered feeling the rise of your heart beat, “Please tell me what is going on… Did someone… Did someone close to us die?” You asked softly.
“My dearest friend…” She began, “You have every right to be emotional for what I am about to say… This news will startle you to your very core.”
You gave her a nervous look, “I… I understand. I can handle it.” You said and waited for her to continue.
She grabbed your hands and in the calmest voice possible she explained, “Your husband… Enel… He is alive. He… He is Adar.”
The world seemed to still at that moment as you took time to process her words fully. It didn’t sound real. Not to you… Not after all this time. It couldn’t be… He couldn’t be… Could he?
“That cannot be.” You shook your head with a frown, “He was killed by Melkor.” You said seriously, “Melkor took him that night. I heard him scream… I…” Your breathing began to pick up as you took a step back from her, “It is a trick or someone who looks like him. That is all. My Enel… He’s gone.” You whispered hurt.
“I understand your feelings, but believe me my friend I would not lie to you.” Galadriel motioned to the barn, “He is in there. Melkor took him and turned him into an Ork.” She said solemnly.
Flashbacks of that dreadful night flooded your mind. You could remember the cool breeze… The heat of the fire… The smell of blood… It was dark and the only thing that gave you light was those dark and twisted flames as they consumed everything in terrible hunger.
Screams could be heard coming from your camp as a battle raged between Melkor and your fellow elves. Monsters entered your safe haven as you tried to find Enel. He was your only thought as you evaded each attack, but with the heavy blow from a tree twisted in darkness, your right leg snapped. That was how Enel found you, slaying the monster that tried to take your life before lifting you from the mossy ground. You muffled your cries in Enel’s tunic as he carried you towards the river away from the screams of your people. He set you down behind two boulders by the rushing waves.
“I need you to stay here and keep quiet.” He said, “I’ll be right back.”
“They are my people too Enel. How can I just stay put and just let you go back?” You grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving, “I will go with you.”
“Your leg is broken melenith. I won’t allow for you to get hurt further.” He placed his hand over yours, his eyes darting ever to search for potential threats, “I will be back soon. I promise.”
The tears that welled in your eyes only burned from the grey smoke, “You could die… Please… Please don’t go.”
“You know that I will return to you. I always do my melenith.” He pressed his forehead against yours before he gently kissed you and for a few short moments you forgot what was about to happen.
You continued to hold onto that even after you were told that he was dead. And for years to come you clung to his smile as you mourned the loss of your love.
But, now there was a possibility that he was alive. He was alive and waiting for you in that barn. He was alive and was now… Adar.
Your breathing quickened as you tried to find the words to speak, but you held your tongue. You couldn’t say another word… Not until you saw for yourself.
“You must understand that he is not the same elf you once knew.” Galadriel tried to explain to you though it was fruitless and she knew this, “He has grown dark and twisted, made into a servant of Sauron.”
You walked passed Galadriel, heading straight for the barn that was currently being guarded by two soldiers.
“No one is aloud to enter.” The one on the right stated as both of their swords crossed over the door.
They barely had time to comprehend what had happened before you were slipping past them. Both of there swords now imbedded into the soil in front of their feet.
“Let her go.” Galadriel commanded when they made a move to attempt to grab you. That was the last thing you heard before you stepped inside and the door slammed shut behind you.
You stared intently at the worn floorboards afraid to look up and find disappointment. You clenched your fists to stop the from shaking as tears filled your eyes. You tried so very hard to look up and you couldn’t until you heard his voice call your name in what seemed to be centuries…
Your gaze darted to him immediately as you looked at the familiar pair of eyes you dreamed of every night. Maybe I had died in battle and now I was home? But, then why would I imagine him older? He was still remarkable handsome even as he was warn down in chains. Maybe I am hallucinating then? A comma?
He spoke your name again already knowing the thoughts racing through your mind. That melancholy sound finally broke you as you let out a heart wrenching cry and ran towards him.
You threw yourself onto him and he struggled to catch you with his wrists chained. You didn’t care though and he didn’t either. Neither of you cared about anything expect the feeling of your bodies against each other. Even if he did smell like he hasn’t bathed in weeks.
Your sobs only grew louder as you felt him wrap his arms around you. You could feel the heat of him, something that was once a fleeting imagination in the brief early mornings was real once again. You gripped the back of his shirt tighter, your arms circling around his neck and your face pressed into the crook of his shoulder.
No other words were spoken for a long while afterwards, The two of you content in just sharing each others precense. Only the shared sobs and sniffles as you clung onto each other as if you were adrift at sea and trying to stay afloat.
“I have been looking for you ever since I freed myself.” Enel whispered gently after a while of calming silence.
Freed… The thought of him being captured… Tortured… Lost to the strength of the light. It tormented my soul.
You pulled away from him and he could see your face stained with tears, “I’m so sorry.” You apologized as the guilt poured from your heart, “I should have known. I should have looked harder for you. I shouldn’t have believed that you were dead. Please forgive me.” You pleaded as you knelt in front of him, palms fisted into your thighs.
He gently placed his hands over yours, bringing you back into his warmth… His safety, “You have no need to apologize, melenith. I have never once blamed you for my capture. You were the only one that kept me from going mad.”
You carefully placed your hands on his cheeks, your thumb gently running over his scars, “Your memory kept me from ending it all and at times I greatly wished I did only to be with you my husband…” You admitted quietly.
He gently placed his hands over yours as he leaned into your touch, “I am glad the you didn’t. I have missed you.”
You leaned your forehead against his, “I have missed you too.” You closed your eyes, “What are we to do now my love?” You whispered, “They will not let you go even if you are my husband.”
“I know.” He closed his eyes and oh how he yearned for this moment that will soon be a distant memory, “Which is why I need you to let me go.” His gaze stared solemnly into yours as you breathed in one another.
You shook your head immediately at his absurd response, “No.” You refused, “I won’t. The gods have just bestowed upon me the greatest gift I could ask for… You. And I will not throw that away. No. We will think of something else, a better plan.” You insisted as you pulled away only slightly to think of a plan.
“I have done terrible things (Y/N).” His urged as his gaze lowered to the small gash on your collar bone from the battle. He ripped off a piece of his shirt to carefully dab at the wound, “I am not the elf you once knew.” He said even though he was doing exactly what he had always done, take care of you.
“That doesn’t change my mind.” Your gaze traced the scars across his skin and you couldn’t help, but fall even deeper in love with him, “You will never be rid of me.”
He cupped your cheek in the palm of his right hand, “I cannot stay here. My children out there…” He looked off to the side, “I promised them a world where they could live freely. They need me.”
You nodded your head as the room fell quiet. If you left with him then you would be betraying your kind… Your home. But he was all of those things and so very dear to you…
It was a while before you spoke again, every word a soft reminder, “Each night I prayed to the heavens to allow me to be with you again and now you are here.” You placed a gentle kiss on the palm of his hand and nuzzled your nose against him, “The heavens have granted me my wish and nothing, I mean nothing will ever separate us again.” Your gaze was sharp and determined as you looked at him with nothing but love.
He pressed his forehead against yours again, your breaths mingling, “Then will you come with me?” He asked.
“I will follow you to the end of the world.” You replied without any hesitation, You are mine and I am yours.”
He smiled as he hummed back, “You are mine and I am yours…” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and you melted into him the same way you always have. When you both parted he spoke again, his words breathless, but his mind and heart clear.
“Then come back here when you feel the ground begin to shake.” He stated.
