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And that's a wrap on this series 🥺💙✍🏻✨
Hammer
Process logs of Mirdania and Celebrimbor ⚒️🔥💍📜
Fire and Light
Isildur made Estrid a promise ~ later she remembered and reflected 🌖🗡️💋⛵❤️🔥🕯️
Thank you so much for the prompts @troprewatch!! Months late, but I did something with them! ✨✍🏻🤓🫶🏻
A compilation of my Haladriel fics:
One shots:
A Taste of Darkness
Artanis was no stranger to Mairon disappearing when he felt overwhelmed, but this time it was different. Mairon came back with a secret and she was about to find out how dark it was...
Vamp!Mairon x Artanis AU
Explicit | 6.076 words | Complete
Palace of Lust & Desire
“You finally came to me,” that voice she had once loved and hoped to hear until the end of her days, spoke again.
She shook her head. He was not here. This was all in her head.
“I was waiting for you.”
Mind Palace AU
Explicit | 12.171 words | Complete
The Light of His World
The darkness had taken full hold of him and there was no going back now.
He had not expected to lose everything...
He had thought she would be safe if he left her behind... He was wrong.
A different Dark Lord origin?
Mature | 3.159 words | Complete
Tears of the Ocean
A siren, who seeks revenge crosses paths with the heir to the throne and son to the person that ruthlessly murdered her beloved brother.
Siren!Artanis x Prince!Mairon
Mature | 5.397 words | Complete
Her Light, His Darkness
He was light, she was darkness. And they were bound together.
A tale through the ages.
Reversed roles AU
Explicit | 19.530 words | Complete (+ possibility of expanding the universe)
Teach Me How
Artanis starts an apprenticeship at the forge under Mairon’s supervision. He is supposed to teach her how to forge, but she will ask more of him… Mairon is in for a ride!
Explicit | 13.200 words | Complete
Two Sides of the Same Coin
Galadriel is happily dating her boyfriend Annatar, but lately she has been fantasizing about his twin brother Halbrand.
Acting on impulse, she lets desire carry her away.
Annatar is not surprised about her fantasies, and even welcomes them…
Threesome/Modern AU
Explicit | 7.913 words | Complete
A Divine Tragedy
The Goddess of Love was sentenced to a marriage she did not agree to, and was viewed as a lesser deity among the Gods. The God of War is ready to offer her the comfort and love she desires. Their affair is a secret, until the truth is revealed and they have to face the consequences.
Aphrodite x Ares, but make it Martanis.
Explicit | 10.250 words | Complete
Series:
A Memory of What We Were:
A love story, a betrayal and a reencounter.
○ Grief Is All That Is Left
When the one that you love betrays you, grief is all that is left…
Mairon x Artanis
Mature | 3.244 words | Complete
○ The Past Is Never Gone
They meet again millennia later and he is now disguised as Halbrand.
Galadriel is suspicious that he could be her former lover and confronts him.
A re-interpreation of 1x08 so it fits this series.
Mature | 4.632 words | Complete
Long fics:
Castles Crumbling
Galadriel is forced by her own kin to marry the king of The Southlands for peace and an alliance. Unbeknowst to her, her new husband is her sworn enemy.
King Halbrand AU
Explicit | 4/? Chapters
You Don't Belong To Me
Galadriel is going through a rough patch in her marriage and she relies on her best friend Halbrand for support.
Lines will be blurried and crossed. How will it affect them and their relationship?
Modern AU
Explicit | 10/11 Chapters (Only an epilogue missing)
You're My Forbidden Fruit NEW!
Rich and freshly divorced Galadriel returns to her parents’ place with her daughter Celebrían. There she meets the twenty year old son of their groundskeeper, who will make some feelings flourish.
or
The one where Halbrand is the Noldor's sugar baby.
Explicit | 8/? chapters
I throw my armor down and leave the battleground NEW!
She called, he came.
He called, she came.
A battle of the mind.
A battle of the heart.
Explicit | 5/? chapters
Our Punishment.
Pairing: Sauron/Annatar x Mirdania
Word count: 5.751
Request: “Mirdania x Annatar for the 24 dialogue prompt 🫣”
Author's Notes: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes or confusion. Requests are open, check the information before requesting. I'm still in denial, I don't accept Mirdania's death. Sauron you bastard!! And that's why my girl here gets the duly reward she deserves, like he promised, you know what i mean.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI. Unprotected sex, p in v. Oral (female receiving.) Masturbation. Cruel passion. Angry sex. Manipulation. Corruption of innocence. Anguish as hell. Violence.
Summary: After being defeated by Galadriel, Sauron returns to the ruins of Eregion. His Orcs are ready to depart with their new master to their home, Mordor. A few survivors were held captive in Eregion, and Mirdania was among them when Sauron returned. Now, he can duly reward Mirdania.
Part I, Part II
In Eregion, the mornings used to be sunny, and the birds sang every day. They didn't sing anymore. In fact, their song had been silenced so brutally, that Mirdania felt she would never wake from this nightmare. From the horror that surrounded her home. Eregion.
When the Dwarves Rings were finished, Lord Celebrimbor still looked like himself, a little tired, a little irritated. But that was perfectly normal, wasn't it? They were creating a masterpiece for the other peoples of Middle-earth. It was a heavy burden for a single Elf to bear.
The problem, however, was that Mirdania did not notice the signs that something was wrong until it was too late. As the weeks passed, Lord Celebrimbor was completely changed. The Rings of Men were not ready. The Elven smiths were tired, and the forge no longer brought peace to any of them.
But Mirdania remembered Lord Annatar's words, and she felt guilty. Because the Lord of Eregion was not well, and she was upset with him. Well, he could no longer remember her name. Mirdania's name. One of his best apprentices. His most devoted blacksmith. The one he considered almost a daughter.
Lord Annatar had always tried to calm Mirdania, to allay her suspicions, to promise that everything would be all right soon. He would take care of everything, Annatar had often said. And he was, of course, taking care of everything. But Mirdania believed that he was an Emissary of the Valar, a friend of Lord Celebrimbor. Someone who had taken a genuine interest in her.
To Sauron’s chagrin, he had actually grown fond of Mirdania. Or as much as it was possible for Sauron to grow fond of anyone. He saw the potential in her, saw that she could be more, if she would only want to. If she would let go of the foolish confines that Elves tended to hold themselves to.
And so Sauron kept his distance from Mirdania. Because she was an obstacle. Mirdania, to Sauron's deep shame and anger, attracted him. He was furious when he realized how he felt about her. He, the Dark Lord, once Morgoth's greatest and most trusted lieutenant, was attracted to an Elf? It was humiliating, to say the least.
What would his master think if he knew how he was failing, how he was giving in to temptations instead of focusing on his plans. So Sauron kept Mirdania away, but not so far that she would suspect something was wrong.
Adar's army had finally arrived in Eregion, but the Rings were not complete. Enraged, Sauron kept Celebrimbor isolated from his people. With his silver tongue and guile, Sauron convinced Mirdania to keep the others away from the Tower. For only then, he lied, could Celebrimbor forge the Nine in peace.
Mirdania, believing Annatar's words, did not notice Celebrimbor's state. But the Siege of Eregion had begun. They had nowhere to run. There was no way to defend themselves properly. They were the greatest Elven smiths in Middle-earth, but few warriors lived in Eregion.
Celebrimbor’s guards would not be enough to withstand an attack. At least, Mirdania thought, Lord Annatar was there. He could keep them all safe. That was what he had promised her, wasn’t it? Yet Eregion was under attack, and Annatar spent her days in Celebrimbor’s Tower.
Perhaps if Mirdania had trusted her instincts, if she had trusted Annatar less, she would have discovered what was happening to Lord Celebrimbor. She would no doubt have been devastated if she had known how her great friend and protector was being treated. But Mirdania was too blinded by Annatar to see the deception.
Sauron was the Great Deceiver, the people of Eregion stood no chance against him. Against his lies. Against his most terrible illusions. In the last days of the Siege, Mirdania felt exhausted. She could no longer fight. Because she had spent weeks helping the soldiers hide the women and children of Eregion, facilitating their escape.
But Mirdania would not leave with them. This was her home. Where she belonged. She would not abandon Eregion. Most of all, she would not abandon Lord Celebrimbor. The orcs continued to attack Eregion, but the river would protect them until High King Gil-galad sent his army.
Adar was blinded by her revenge, determined to find Sauron and destroy him. Mirdania did not know the risk she was taking by remaining in Eregion. When the land attack began, it was the first time Mirdania had seen Celebrimbor in so many weeks.
Celebrimbor's state horrified Mirdania. She had not expected him to be injured, nearly mad. Annatar had been right, the Rings had taken too great a toll, they should never have insisted on the creation of the Nines. Now Celebrimbor was paying the price.
Mirdania reached Celebrimbor, desperate. Tears streamed down her face, her face completely stained by the smoke and debris of the Siege. Celebrimbor was maddened, completely desperate when he found Mirdania.
“We have been disappointed. All of us.” Celebrimbor said, panicked. “He planned all of this, to force me to forge the Rings.”
Confused, Mirdania stared at Lord Celebrimbor. Was he really accusing Lord Annatar, an Emissary of the Valar, of the attacks they were suffering? It was sad to see such a brilliant Elf slowly go mad.
“He put me in some kind of prison. A prison of the mind. But I am out. I am out.”
But Mirdania couldn't believe him. Nothing he said made sense. He looked so confused, so scared. And so hurt. Was this the Valar's punishment for the Rings being forged? Mirdania was worried about the Elf's condition, she needed to get him away from danger.
Celebrimbor practically screamed, begging her to believe him. Frightened, Mirdania backed away from the Elf, the one she had trusted since her first day in Eregion. This was not the Lord Celebrimbor she knew. The one she trusted.
The Orcs aimed their arrows at the walls of Eregion, stepping up their blows, their attacks. And for a second, as Celebrimbor gave orders, he almost seemed fine. The Lord of Eregion once more. But when he turned, everything changed.
“Seize him. He is Sauron!” Celebrimbor cried, as Annatar walked slowly towards them. “He has been lying to you all along.”
Mirdania watched Annatar. Annatar looked at Celebrimbor in complete disappointment. It was understandable, of course. Lord Celebrimbor's accusations were very serious. Accusing an Emissary of the Valar of being Sauron? That possibility alone frightened Mirdania.
“No. He has been protecting us.” Mirdania said, defending Annatar.
Commander Malendol defended Lord Annatar, intensifying Mirdania’s protests. Every elf in Eregion trusted Annatar. Why wouldn’t they? He had worked alongside them. He was fighting alongside them, wasn’t he?
Caught in his madness, Celebrimbor's accusations did not stop. Mirdania stared at Sauron, searching for the cut, for the night-dark blood. But Annatar's wounded hand glowed with red blood. And Annatar looked so helpless, so surprised by Celebrimbor's words. He was not even trying to defend himself.
Tears stained Mirdania's face. When this was all over, she would take care of Celebrimbor. She would do whatever she could to make him better, as long as they survived the Siege.
“Come, My Lord.” Mirdania said, snapping out of her stupor.
Her hands gently reached out to Celebrimbor, stroking the Elf's arm. But Celebrimbor did not even notice the gentle touch of his smith, he was completely focused on Annatar. He looked at him as if he were staring at Morgoth himself.
“Let's get you back where you belong.”
Celebrimbor finally looked at Mirdania, but the look she received was not comforting. It was frightening. Filled with distrust, steeped in anger and despair.
“Get your hands off me!” Celebrimbor bellowed in rage.
Celebrimbor pulled his hands away from Mirdania, nearly hurting her. She did not understand what was happening until she felt the hard ground against her face. The mud, cold and filthy, smeared Mirdania's pale face. And she was in pain.
So much pain that she could not move, could not lift her face from the ground. Blood flooded her mouth, the taste of it clouding her other senses. All Mirdania could hear was the clamor of the Orcs, their screams. When one of the Orcs turned Mirdania's body face up, and she could face the sky once more, she could no longer see Celebrimbor and Annatar.
Her entire face hurt, and she tried to spit out the blood. One of the Orcs, carrying a large axe, was ready to strike Mirdania. But silently, he was stopped. Another Orc whispered in his ear, and reluctantly but obediently, he pulled the axe away from Mirdania.
Suddenly, everything around Mirdania went completely dark, she could no longer keep her eyes open. For countless hours, she was trapped in this darkness, feeling her body being dragged back to Eregion. She should be dead. She wanted to be dead. Mirdania did not want to wake up and return to that nightmare.
The moon was bright in the sky when Mirdania awoke, her body aching all over. Her once magnificent green dress was covered in mud and her own blood. She was in Eregion, she realized. But Eregion had fallen, she knew it as soon as she looked around.
Some Elves were huddled in the ruins, hugging each other. Orcs screamed in Black Speech, paying little attention to the Elves' cries. With great effort, Mirdania forced her body to stand up, she tried her best to stay standing, but the pain was stronger.
The Orcs, watching her struggles, mocked her attempts. Three times Mirdania rose, and each time she fell. Her hands ached, sore from striking the ground of Eregion so many times. The broken ground of Eregion.
“Mirdania.” A distant voice whispered, but it was getting closer.
Mirdania looked at each of the Orcs, searching for who was doing this to her, who was trying to increase her suffering. How dare they torture her after all the horrors they had committed?
“Look at me, Mirdania,” the voice said, closer this time.
Mirdania looked up and was greeted by the presence of Annatar. He looked nothing like an Emissary of the Valar. He wore black armor. Fit for a warrior. All his clothes were black, so black. And he was carrying something that Mirdania did not recognize at first.
It was a sword, but it was nothing like the swords forged by elven smiths. This sword felt wrong, dirty. An indescribable cruelty emanated from it. In her other hand, Annatar carried a crown.
Gasping, Mirdania crawled, trying to get away from him. She knew that crown. She knew who it had belonged to. All the Elves knew. Celebrimbor had been right all along. He is Sauron, and he was deceiving them all.
Tears blurred Mirdania's vision, but she kept crawling. Trying to get away from him, from the Dark Lord. Annatar had never existed. No Emissary of the Valar would be as wicked as he. The Valar would punish them all for aiding Sauron in his cruel goals.
Mirdania screamed, feeling a warm hand grab her leg, stopping her from running away from him. Annatar, no, Sauron was face to face with her now. And he looked furious. Completely enraged. Blood was running down his face. He was wounded too, but those were battle wounds.
In Sauron’s hand, Mirdania saw a small brown leather pouch. It was the Nine, wasn’t it? She sobbed, shaking her head. If Celebrimbor knew he was Sauron, he would never give him any more Rings. There was only one explanation. Celebrimbor, the Lord of Eregion, her friend who had always been so kind and gentle, was dead.
“Please.” Mirdania sobbed, covering her face with her hands. She couldn’t bear to look at him. “Don’t hurt me, please.”
Sauron laughed, releasing Mirdania's leg. He stepped closer to her, leaving his crown and sword on the ground. Mirdania did not move, sitting on the ground, unable to look at Sauron. His hands reached for her face, forcing her to open her eyes. To look at him.
“You need not be afraid, Mirdania.” He whispered maliciously. “Not from me.”
Mirdania cried even harder. How could he bear to lie to her? That she had always believed in him, that she had always defended him. How foolish she had been to trust him. How stupid she had been to trust Morgoth's lieutenant. A monster.
“I will take care of you.” Sauron whispered, stroking Mirdania’s face. “I promise.”
Sauron stared at Mirdania uncomfortably. This was not how he had expected things to end. But she had to insist on staying close to Celebrimbor, on being an obstacle to him, to his healing plans.
Sauron was trying to help, wasn't he? It was frustrating, how the Elves dared to be angry with him, when he was only trying to heal what Morgoth had destroyed. It didn't matter. In the end, yes, they would thank Sauron for his efforts.
He retrieved his sword and crown, standing. Below him, Mirdania remained silent. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, not that much, anyway. He hadn’t expected her to nearly die when he’d pushed her off the wall, he’d just needed Celebrimbor to be scared. More manipulable.
“Keep her safe.” Sauron ordered, looking away from Mirdania to the Orcs. “Kill everyone else.”
If Mirdania had had the strength, or at least the courage, she would have screamed. She would have begged them to let them all live. Or to kill her too. But she couldn't move, she was too scared to fight. To face Sauron.
Putrid, cruel hands lifted Mirdania from the ground. She let the Orc drag her, forcing her to her feet. Nothing else mattered, this, this was not life. It was an eternal nightmare.
For weeks, Mirdania accompanied the Orcs on their journey. They would not tell her where they were taking her, and she did not ask. Why would she try to speak to them? Obviously, Sauron had given them orders to be quiet, to take Mirdania away.
And for weeks, she pushed her body to the limit, being dragged across Middle-earth, accepting the grunts and insults of the Orcs. All this lasted until the sky turned red. They were very far from Eregion. Mirdania laughed wryly, alone in the devastated forest, while the Orcs hunted.
She tried to force the shackles away, but they were too strong. The Southlands. The ancient kingdom of Halbrand, or so she had been forced to believe. That land was no more. Mordor, the Orcs called it.
A land of devastation, ruin, and death. Evil emanated from even the few trees that remained standing. Why was she here? Mirdania wondered, worried. What cruel plans had Sauron prepared for her? She remained silent when the Orcs returned, forcing Mirdania to walk with them.
It was impossible to walk through Mordor, but the Orcs were not kind, forcing Mirdania to walk even was her feet became painful. After weeks of extreme torture, Mirdania caught sight of a camp. Sauron's camp, of course.
Adar's old camp. Mirdania did not even complain when the Orcs shoved her into a tent without further explanation. All she did was cry, mourning for Eregion, for Celebrimbor. For all of them who had been deceived.
Mirdania didn’t know if it was day or night, but the camp was finally silent. She tried to rub the dried blood from her face, but it was no use. Footsteps outside the tent approached, and Mirdania hugged her knees.
Majestic as when he had introduced himself as Emissary of the Valar, Sauron entered Mirdania's tent. Now, without his armor, he seemed less dangerous, less evil. That was what he wanted her to think, indeed. He was still fully clothed. A true Dark Lord.
“Mirdania.” Sauron whispered, walking towards her.
“Stay away!” Mirdania screamed, hoarse, desperate.
“I’m not here to hurt you.” Sauron growled, approaching her.
Well, this certainly wasn't going as he had planned either. Sauron set the bowl down on Mirdania's makeshift bed, bending down towards her, standing just inches from her face. For the Valar, she looked like hell.
“I promised I would protect you, didn’t I?” Sauron said.
“You have deceived me!” cried Mirdania, trying to pull away. “You have killed Lord Celebrimbor.”
Mirdania cried, shaking as Sauron's hands cupped her wounded face. She felt helpless. He looked so powerful. He felt powerful.
“Celebrimbor caused his own death,” Sauron said with false calm. “But not you, Mirdania. You are different from him.”
Mirdania, Sauron thought, would be good for him. A trustworthy ally. Someone he could keep by his side. Why did everyone insist he deserved to be alone? He was trying to help, to heal. They should be grateful to him.
“You trust me, don’t you, Mirdania?”
It didn’t sound like a question, but like an order. And Mirdania felt that she was taking a great risk if she disappointed the Dark Lord. She did not trust him, far from it. She was terrified. But she had no choice, did she? So, sighing, Mirdania agreed, pretending that this was not Sauron, but Annatar.
“That’s good.” He smiled, caressing her face.
To her surprise, Sauron pulled the bowl toward them, taking a cloth from Mirdania's bed. Carefully, and with unusual delicacy for one such as himself, Sauron dipped the cloth into the bowl.
Treating Mirdania like a cornered animal, Sauron was precise with each of his movements, trying not to trigger another panic attack in her. Calmly, he rubbed the cloth against her face, wiping away the blood. Wiping away all the memories of what he had done, of what he had caused her.
It was all the comfort he could give her. Sauron was good at destroying things. People. He was incapable of remorse, of righting his wrongs without causing more damage. But he was trying, at least, or so he thought.
When he was satisfied with the cleanliness, he pulled the cloth away from Mirdania's face. She still looked very hurt. He sighed, cupping her face.
“What are you doing?” Mirdania asked in fear.
But Sauron remained silent, staring at her. Then he whispered, words she could not understand. Dirty words. Wrong words. Black Speech. His language, his Orcs'. All the corrupted.
Mirdania gasped as the pain faded, just a terrible memory now. Sauron pushed Mirdania's hands away, standing up. Surprised, she touched her face, looking for the scars, for any sign of the injuries she had sustained in the fall.
“Why?” She asked, staring at the floor.
“Believe it or not, Mirdania,” Sauron said, his back to her. “But I care about you.”
Weeks passed until Mirdania met Sauron again. The Orcs did not harm her, did not attack her, at Sauron's request. Mirdania was left alone, in peace, in her tent. And Sauron kept his promise, made in Eregion. He continued to care for her, from a distance, as far away as possible, but always making sure that she was well. That she had everything she needed.
Because Sauron did not care about Mirdania, deep down, he thought he felt other things for her. But Sauron knew no another way to love. This was the love he had been taught by Morgoth. A dark love, one that grew between the shadow and the soul. A corrupt, cruel love. Dirty.
Sauron kept his distance from Mirdania, that was what she needed. Only then would she trust him again. Only then would she accept staying with him, in that camp of Orcs, surrounded by evil beings who knew no compassion.
When the seventh month had passed, Mirdania heard the Orcs' shouts of celebration. She knew the reason for their evil joy. They spoke only of the Dark Lord's fortress, now nearly complete.
An orc entered the tent, walking towards Mirdania. She huddled in the corner of the tent, hoping he would leave her alone. To be honest, they weren’t really hurting Mirdania, not anymore. They fed her, brought her clean clothes, and let her walk around the camp when Sauron wasn’t around.
“Lord Sauron awaits you.” The Orc said, holding out a cloak to Mirdania.
“Where should I go?” She asked, covering herself with her cloak.
“Let’s go.” He huffed, dragging Mirdania out of the tent.
Mirdania walked silently beside the Orc, noticing that they were moving too far from the camp. Mirdania hated the sky of Mordor, the smell of death that permeated the air, the land. It was so different from Eregion.
They walked for a long time in silence, until the Orc stopped, leaving Mirdania alone in the destroyed forest. Before she could ask where he was going, she heard footsteps approaching.
If this was yet another deception of his, it was one of the cruelest, indeed. For Sauron retained the features of Annatar, and sometimes, when the loneliness was too great, Mirdania almost pretended that he was still Annatar, that nothing had happened.
“Why am I here, Lord Sauron?” Mirdania asked, upset.
“No.” He said harshly. “Don’t call me that.”
“What should I call you, then?” She laughed in disbelief. “You can’t believe I’m so stupid as to call you Annatar.”
Furious, Sauron walked toward Mirdania, holding her hand, as he had in Eregion, when things had still seemed so easy, so much better. She looked at him uncertainly. Sauron was known for his deceit, and Mirdania did not want to be his victim again.
“I once promised that I would reward you duly.” Sauron whispered, his eyes never leaving Mirdania.
“Yes.” She agreed, staring at him. “It was a very painful reward, that one, I must say.”
She expected him to hurt her, to rage at her words. But Sauron's anger was worse, it was silent. He said no word as he stared at Mirdania, watching the conflicting emotions play across her face.
“At the forge, you seemed so sure about me.” He quipped, patting her hand.
“You deceived me!” Mirdania accused.
“No.” Sauron denied, smiling condescendingly. “You deceived yourself.”
“I trusted you.” Mirdania said, defeated.
She felt Sauron's hands against her face, caressing her cheek. Mirdania looked at him, trying to unravel his lies, trying to find the deception in his words. But with Sauron, it was all just a deception, wasn't it?
“I want you to stay here, Mirdania.” His voice was lower, more uncertain. “I want you to stay, with me.”
Mirdania sighed, sickened by his trick. But despite Mirdania's feelings. It was not a deception, not this time. Sauron, after being defeated by Galadriel, was still shaken by her words.
By how she had humiliated him, by how she had mocked his attempts to heal him. Because she had exposed his greatest fear. His failure. And after so many years since Melkor's chaining, Adar's betrayal, Sauron felt alone. And he was tired of feeling this way.
“Trust me, one more time.” He whispered.
Mirdania didn't understand what was happening until she felt Sauron's lips against hers. Unlike the kiss in the forge, this one felt different, more real. Without Sauron's deception clouding her emotions. And what choice did Mirdania have but to reciprocate. Because she too felt so alone, so miserably alone in Mordor.
She kissed him back, her hands reaching up to rest on Sauron's shoulders, while his hands kept their possessive touch on her face. She hated herself for kissing him, after everything he had done to her, after what he had done to Celebrimbor.
But the Deceiver was stronger than she was, and Mirdania was intoxicated by his presence, by the damned Dark Lord. And Sauron was demanding in his kiss, cruel, possessive, as if he would accept no less than he deserved, less than he needed.
Mirdania wept against Sauron's lips, because she wanted him as much as she had been hurt by him. Sauron kissed Mirdania with all his darkness, with all his desire. Because now, he was not trying to convince Mirdania to stay by his side, so that she would fall into one of his illusions. He simply wanted to be with her, in his sick, twisted way, but he wanted to.
And she would never refuse him, even if her heart was broken and she hated him. Mirdania's hands reached for Sauron's hair, the blond strands as when he introduced himself as Annatar. Gently, without breaking the kiss, she undid the bow he still wore in his hair.
Golden strands fell against Sauron's face and he groaned against Mirdania's lips, laying her body on the ground, tired of being so far from another person, alone for so many centuries. Mirdania returned the kiss with the same intensity, with the same hunger.
Sauron's lips moved away from hers, moving down Mirdania's neck. He kissed her neck, his tongue swiping against her skin, biting harder and harder. A Maia intoxicated by an Elf. These stories never had happy endings in Middle-earth.
Mirdania moaned, holding onto Sauron's blond hair, gasping every time he bit her. It was wrong to be here, in his arms, but she was tired of resisting him. She had nothing left but him. There was only Sauron left in Mirdania's life.
“Will you stay with me, Mirdania?” he asked, obsession tainting his voice.
Mirdania nodded, moaning as he bit her earlobe, pulling his body closer so that he was all she could see, all she could feel. Because she had never wanted Sauron, the Dark Lord, the Enemy, more than she did in that moment.
“That's my girl.” He groaned, kissing Mirdania again.
But his kisses were more impatient, more obsessive. More out of control. Sauron kissed Mirdania's neck again, trailing his kisses down her chest, over her dress, making her shiver against his touch.
Sauron was everywhere, his domineering presence overshadowing Mirdania's feelings, overshadowing her will. She moaned as he continued to kiss her down, holding the black dress she wore. He insisted she dress like this, all her clothes were dark.
When Sauron pulled her dress up, Mirdania noticed that he was watching her, as if she were his prey, his prey that had just fallen into the hands of the predator. But she no longer cared.
Not when his lips touched Mirdania, and she moaned, feeling the hot touch of Sauron's tongue, devouring her as if it had been an eternity since she had felt that touch, that desire. He might be the Enemy, a cruel monster, but Mirdania could not resist him.
She moaned again, gripping his now loose hair, pulling hard, and Sauron growled against her. It was too much for her to bear, lest she lose her mind. She was panting, feeling his tongue against her, like a hungry man, like a man ruled by his desires.
And Mirdania wanted to drown in that feeling, in his lips. In everything he could offer her. All Mirdania had was now, and she wouldn't waste any more, not after so many losses.
Gasping, she closed her eyes, arching her back, her dress slipping further down, but Sauron's hands gripped her thighs tightly, never stopping his attack, never stopping devouring Mirdania as if she were all that was left for him.
Maybe it was. He was the Dark Lord, and she was giving herself to him, even though she knew who he was, even though she knew what he had done. Even after everything he had done to her. She still wanted him, and that excited Sauron more than anything else.
When Mirdania cum against his lips, he didn't pull away, continuing to enjoy her taste, to be intoxicated by her flavor. Only when she sobbed, too sensitive, did he pull away from her. But he wasn't sated, yet.
Sauron's cold, murderous hands reached for Mirdania's dress, freeing her from that damned obstacle that was getting in their way. She was beautiful, indeed. Sauron hated how the Elves, his greatest enemies, always surprised him.
“Are you mine?” He growled, kissing her jaw.
“Yes.” She moaned.
“Say you’re mine.” He demanded.
“I am yours, Sauron.”
Pleased with her words, Sauron's hands covered Mirdania's body, exploring her as if she were a new land, as if she were completely his. But she was, he knew that. His and his alone.
Sauron's kisses were fierce, voracious, descending on Mirdania's breasts. Kissing fervently, biting, licking. Making her his, completely. So that he would no longer have to be alone in his search for a cure.
Mirdania moaned Sauron's name as he touched her, his lips never leaving her breasts. He played her as if she were music, the Music of the Elder Days, when he was still good, as Eru had created him.
“Sauron.” She moaned, sighing at his touch.
“Mirdania.” He whispered against her skin, trailing kisses up her neck, never stopping his touch on her body. “Tell me you’ll be mine, and mine alone.”
It was in Sauron's nature to be obsessive. Even when he was deceiving his victims, he couldn't help but wish they were his, and no one else's. And even though he wasn't trying to deceive Mirdania, because he was just getting what he deserved, he couldn't shake the feeling.
“Yes.” She moaned, lost in the feel of his fingers. “Only yours, Sauron.”
He smiled wickedly, kissing Mirdania. She was eager to please, even if she didn't realize it. Even if she was trying to resist him. She kissed him back with the same hungry passion, needing him so much. And she continued to moan, holding his arm tightly, digging her nails in, as she finally cumming against his fingers.
It was always interesting to Sauron to see how people fell apart for him, how they always gave in to his command. Sauron removed his fingers from Mirdania, bringing his fingers to his own lips, savoring the taste of her. This was the love Sauron could give Mirdania, all the love he knew. And she would not say no to him.
“You have always been so good to me.” Sauron said, looking at Mirdania.
He felt something different, a new sensation, but he didn't want to think about it anymore. These emotions were strange, frightening. And Sauron didn't need them, never had. He wouldn't admit that something was different about him, that something about him kept him close to Mirdania beyond desire.
Stepping away from Mirdania, Sauron patiently removed his own clothes, fighting the desire in his chest, the heat, the insatiable hunger he felt for her. For the Elf who had fallen in love with the Emissary of the Valar, and in the end, was willing to bed the Dark Lord.
The Elves were creatures of love, they did not give their bodies and hearts lightly. Mirdania did not do this by deception, because she was lonely, she was choosing Sauron. Because she wanted him, and nothing more.
Sauron's body was so warm against Mirdania's, like the flames she had glimpsed in the forge, so long ago, not knowing that that heat had always belonged to him, had always been his.
Mirdania cupped Sauron's face, pressing their lips together. Here, alone in the broken forest of Mordor, he did not need all his control, all his power. They were alone in each other's arms. And it sickened him, it frightened him. But he wanted it too.
She moaned against Sauron's lips as his body came under hers, his weight covering her entire body. But she was content, wrapping her legs around his waist, keeping him close to her, even after she swore in her heart that she didn't want him.
Sauron's movements were as cruel as he was, fierce, ravenous. Insatiable. His lips dominated Mirdania's, his tongue controlling hers, biting her lips, groaning against her lips. And Mirdania felt so good against him.
Against Sauron's warm body, with his voracious and rough touches, with his muffled moans. Sauron stopped kissing Mirdania, to attack her neck again. Always looking for more touch, more lust.
She was accepting everything about him, losing herself in the movements of his body, feeling so good, so complete, like she had never felt before. She had known this in Eregion, but she had believed that feeling had died when he attacked her home. But Mirdania was still in love with him.
“My good girl.” He moaned, almost incoherently, his movements harder, faster.
He gripped Mirdania's thigh roughly, squeezing tightly, his nails digging into her skin as her nails raked his back. It was intoxicating. It was wicked. A desire rising from the darkness. Because everything about Sauron was rotten, tainted.
And Mirdania allowed him to soil her with his evil, with his wickedness. A monstrous, insatiable desire ruled the Dark Lord's actions. For Sauron, everything he desired, everything he loved, he conquered with his power, with his cruelty. The same overwhelming passion with which he took Mirdania for himself, to rule, as he ruled all.
He was brutally attractive, and Mirdania had no chance. She was even more in love with him, of course she was. She was as Sauron wished, alone, at his complete mercy. Of his love. Of his hunger.
And, lost in her desire, in her passion for Sauron, Mirdania knew that she was not in love with Annatar, but with who Sauron really was, even if she did not know it yet, back then. And perhaps his darkness had drawn her to him all along.
“Sauron.” She moaned, against his ear, before Sauron cupped her face again, bringing their lips together.
It felt horribly right, and Mirdania cum against Sauron, cursing his name, keeping her arms around him. It was a blind, corrupt devotion, and Sauron was drinking her essence.
Sauron bit Mirdania's lips hard, without breaking the kiss, cumming against Mirdania. Sauron hated the Valar even more now, knowing how much they loved the Elves, how much they wanted to protect them. How much they were enchanted by them. Because Sauron was also enchanted by an Elf, and he hated it.
Gasping, Mirdania opened her eyes, looking up at Sauron's face. In that moment, with the golden strands falling against his face, he had never looked so sincere, so real. Uncertain, Sauron pulled away from Mirdania, reluctant to face how he felt.
Her hands lightly caressed his shoulder, and Sauron looked at her, confused by such a delicate, tender gesture.
“I’ll stay with you.” She said, serious. Determined.
Sauron, his face expressionless but his mind overflowing, simply brought Mirdania's face closer, kissing her calmly, less fiercely, more possessively. He didn't answer. Words were not necessary. Not anymore.
That was so sad, but I made up for the pain, didn't I? I love the idea of Annatar and Mirdania so much. Oh, yeah, I'll never get over them and that's what matters.
As for requests, all that's missing is Galadriel x Adar, and Adar x reader.
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Thousand Miles.
Pairing: Celeborn x Galadriel
Word count: 3.518
Request: “celeborn x galadriel, 16, Reunion, any kiss you want to? 💕”
Author's Notes: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes or confusion. Requests are open, check the information before requesting. I thought of the title of this story because of Tove Lo's song, Thousand Miles. This song means a lot to me when it comes to Galadriel and Celeborn.
Warnings: None, I would say.
Summary: Eregion has fallen, Sauron has obtained the Nine, and the survivors have fled and are ready to create a new refuge. Aiding the survivors of the Siege of Eregion, Galadriel remains behind in the camp. Arondir, has news for her. After ages apart, Celeborn has been found.
Galadriel listened to Gil-galad's voice from a distance. His words, however, seemed distorted, blurred. The darkness was there, contaminating her spirit, clouding her senses. Contaminating her fëa. Because this was her sacrifice, and the suffering was worth it.
Sauron couldn't take possession of Nenya, and that was enough for Galadriel, but the pain was too heavy to bear. Like a serpent, the darkness that resided in the Morgoth's Crown now twisted itself around Galadriel, destroying her light, consuming her strength.
But Gil-galad tried, his commands soothed her being, but Galadriel was unable to follow his voice. Elrond, she thought, was at her side, and the icy touch of the Ring on her skin awakened her. Nenya, yes. He was using his power, helping Gil-galad, so that she could survive.
For Galadriel, only darkness remained. And for a long time, she wandered in the void, in the space of our minds where nothing exists and darkness reigns. She had been foolish, she understood now, to face Sauron alone. No matter how strong he was, or how powerful she was with Nenya, the Great Deceiver always used new tricks, new ways to disable his victims.
And the illusion created by Sauron wounded Galadriel more deeply than the crown. Facing her ghosts was not something Galadriel wanted. The past never left her, not really. As if everyone she had once lost still walked beside her. A weakness, of course, that Sauron decided to exploit.
The Dark Lord was enraged; no offer of his would be able to convince Galadriel. So he knew that in order to bypass his opponent, he had to touch her heart. Of course, Galadriel felt very sorry for Celebrimbor, the weight of that loss, of the guilt she felt, would never leave her.
Seeing herself, strong, powerful, was intoxicating. Knowing who she could become if she were more powerful, how many things would be within her reach. But none of that would convince her, not to betray the people she loved, not to betray her friends and family.
It was Celeborn's illusion that disarmed Galadriel, who allowed her sword to roll long enough for Sauron to hit her with the Morgoth's Crown. She should have expected it, but how was she supposed to react to the sight of her lost husband?
Galadriel moaned in her sleep, still too close to death to recover from the attack, her memories affected by the malice of the Crown, by its unholy touch. She was stronger than Sauron, though, stronger than all that. And she allowed her mind to wander, her fëa to heal itself, no matter how long it took.
Galadriel remembered a time before that, a time of peace, of security, where there were no words for death yet. But the peace of Valinor was destroyed by Morgoth, and more pain awaited the Elves in Middle-earth.
Despite all the ruin, all the suffering, there was still beauty, the light still shone. In Doriath, Galadriel found refuge, protected in the realm of Thingol and Melian. And Melian was wise and taught Galadriel her art, knowledge that Galadriel carried with her forever. Thingol, powerful and haughty, was faithful to Galadriel, even knowing the misfortunes that brought the Elves back to Middle-earth.
“You deserve peace, Galadriel.” Murmured the king. “And I believe that the Valar can only judge the hearts of the Elves.”
“Must I live forever with this pain in my chest, with guilt and shame for the actions of my relatives, for my own desires?”
Galadriel was anxious, her hands restlessly clenching her dress, worried about the king's verdict, his judgment. Thingol was different from those who left Valinor. In his kingdom, alive for a long time, trapped in the darkness of Arda, fearing the horrors of Morgoth, but fighting to the end for his people.
“In time, Galadriel,” Thingol touched the Elf's shoulder lightly, speaking sweetly, “Even you will be able to find your peace.”
She didn't believe the king's words, but she hoped he was right. That peace was possible for her. And, deep down, that even those who had hurt her deeply, who had betrayed her blood and legacy, could one day, perhaps, live in peace. Forgiveness, Galadriel doubted, would be enough for them.
Whether by the blessing of the Valar or the wisdom of Melian, Galadriel found her peace, written in long silver hair, in a haughty and kind heart. For in the kingdom of Doriath lived Celeborn, Thingol's kinsman.
It was Galadriel's custom to spend the afternoons in the glade with the Elves of Doriath, dancing at first light and at moonfall. In that distant realm, protected by Melian's magic, Middle-earth seemed like a small refuge, a lost paradise for the outcasts of Valinor.
Galadriel smiled, her long dress trailing against the earth, as footsteps approached. Nothing could erase the purity of that moment, of the peace that reigned in the lands of Doriath. Lost in her joy, Galadriel didn't notice an Elf admiring her from a distance.
Celeborn had been traveling through the woods at Thingol's request, looking for threats. The Orcs were far away, Morgoth, perhaps, was weakening in his vigilance. Not that he believed it, but when Thingol asked his beloved kinsman to return, he couldn't refuse the kind request.
Celeborn was truly grateful to have returned, because only in the sunlight, with the wind singing around him, could he finally appreciate true beauty. Perfection outside of Valinor.
Galadriel's golden curls swayed with her movements, the sound of her laughter warming Celeborn's long-lonely chest. Laughter filled the clearing, and Galadriel turned around in confusion, noticing the newcomer.
“No, my lady.” Celeborn begged, embarrassed. “Don't let my presence interrupt your joy.”
Galadriel smiled and stopped her dance completely, walking lightly towards the Elf. Long silver hair covered the Elf's face, pale and venerable as the moonlight.
“And you decided that the best way to approach a lady,” She laughed, noticing his discomfort, “Would be to watch her dance?”
“I beg your pardon.” Celeborn bowed, reaching for Galadriel's hand. “I was humbled by your charm, the mistake was all mine.”
“Well, I can forgive you, my lord…” Galadriel murmured, a faint smile appearing on her lips. “As long as I have the honor of knowing your name.”
Celeborn smiled gently, releasing Galadriel's hand, but the warmth of her skin, as hot as the sun, as comforting as the Valar's blessing, did not leave him.
“Celeborn.” He said, blatantly omitting his title of prince.
Galadriel raised her eyebrows in denial. Oh, yes, he knew that she would be like his personal ruin, or his eternal salvation. Because when she smiled at him, Celeborn was unable to resist the beauty that emanated from her.
“Galadriel…”
“From the Golden House of Finarfin.” Celeborn interrupted her, and was met with a furious look from Galadriel.
“I see this encounter was not a mere chance, my lord?” She crossed her arms, pretending to be angry with him, and Celeborn knew he couldn't bear to be away from her.
“Not even I know all the wishes of the Valar!”
Galadriel stirred, the dream disturbing her, the memories of happy times, of when the Shadow of Morgoth had not yet thought of the fate of her lover, of her half. In those days, Galadriel allowed herself to live in Doriath with Celeborn, for deep was her love for him and great harmony and companionship she found at his side.
Days of glory and beauty were fleeting and war dominated Middle-earth. Galadriel could not bear to part, not when the forces of Morgoth were sweeping across Middle-earth, chaos and destruction following all.
Celeborn, at the request of the High King Gil-galad, would go off to war and fight for the Elves, and for all the peoples enslaved by Morgoth. His battalion would follow Galadriel's at dawn, for many Elven hosts would attract the attention of the Orcs, even in daylight.
Furious, Galadriel was prepared to contradict Gil-galad's orders. It was her first disagreement with the king, but it wouldn't be her last in many centuries. Galadriel readied her armor and walked to the camp where the Elven troops that would accompany Celeborn were.
All the anger, all the fury, left Galadriel when she saw him. His silver hair tied back in delicate braids, his shining armor so out of place. He looked so out of place, so insecure. Galadriel knew that Celeborn was a great warrior, that was how he had won her heart and her hand.
Now he was different, uncertain about leaving and reluctant to abandon his beloved wife. Galadriel sighed, pressing her lips together. It was a painful feeling, to love someone so much that you could lose them so easily. They were immortal, they should live together in the beauty of Valinor for all eternity. This dream no longer existed in Galadriel's chest.
“Is that how you intend to leave?” Galadriel scolded him, walking over to her husband.
“We don't have much armor available, Galadriel.” He muttered, defeated. “You, like me, know how necessary all the available Elves are.”
She agreed, furious again. The armor didn't even fit properly. How could he fight like that? Galadriel understood then, the visceral feeling that bubbled up in her chest, that made it hard to breathe. She was afraid.
“You look like a silver clam.”
“Galadriel.” Whispered Celeborn, holding his wife's hand. “We'll be fine, my love.”
“No.” She denied it, taking a deep breath and stroking his hand. “You know I can't lose you too. I cannot.”
“I'll never leave you. Trust me.”
Celeborn had promised, and she never saw him again after that. No trace was found, no survivor of his company returned to Lindon. Galadriel still grieved the loss of Finrod, her beloved brother. And now she would have to face the pain of an eternity without Celeborn.
Hunting Sauron kept the pain away, the longing for all those she had lost. It was easier to fight on and on, to never stop looking for a new trail, a new clue, as if the destruction of Sauron would mend what was broken in Galadriel.
So much pain came from her fight, from her hunt. The Great Enemy had never been defeated, and Galadriel had believed his lies. So desperate, so lonely, she hadn't been able to recognize who was by her side.
The memories left her and Galadriel gasped, her hand touching her chest. Where the wound caused by Morgoth's wound had almost healed. She repeated every day when she awoke that she was safe, that Sauron could no longer reach them. Gil-galad, was now in Lindon with Elrond, gathering all the survivors of the Siege of Eregion, recovering all that was left of the Elven Kingdom.
When Galadriel had recovered sufficiently, she decided that she would stay with Arondir, in search of a new refuge for them, accompanying a few remaining Elves to build their new home. “A protection for the future. A last refuge.” Elrond had said, before leaving with Gil-galad, promising to return.
The ideas belonged to Elrond, of course, in his desire to recover Celebrimbor's lost art. The Dwarves of Khazad-dûm promised to help Elrond. And Galadriel stayed behind to look after all the Elves while Elrond escorted Gil-galad back to Lindon.
The accommodations were still sparse, they couldn't attract the attention of Sauron or his Orcs, who were even more dangerous now that Adar was gone. Galadriel rubbed her eyes, getting up. The wound no longer bothered her so much, but the nightmares still dominated her spirit, her memories.
Outside their simple tent, the surviving Elves sang happily, gathered in the forest. Galadriel forced a smile. She tried to think about Celebrimbor's words every day, to see the light that still shone, but it was difficult.
It was hard not to think about everything they had lost, everyone they had lost. They had survived another day, another Dark Lord. But despite that, it wasn't going to be an easy restart.
Arondir, always calm and restrained, rushed into the camp. His quiver, completely empty, was thrown to the ground. Other Elves ran towards the forest at Arondir's request.
Galadriel touched Nenya, but there was nothing wrong. As the bearer of one of the Three Elven Rings, Galadriel was in charge of protecting the survivors; she would know if they were under attack. So that they wouldn't worry, Galadriel calmed everyone down, asking them not to despair, they would soon know what had happened.
Arondir returned many hours later, when moonlight dominated the camp. Galadriel tightened her cloak and ran towards Arondir. He appeared calm, unlike the frightened Elf from before.
“Lady Galadriel.” He said, his voice trembling slightly.
“Arondir, is everyone all right?” Galadriel asked, touching Nenya again out of reflex.
“Yes.” He sighed, apprehensive. “We found an old Orc trail, and decided to follow it.”
Galadriel, furious, stared at Arondir. What he had done was foolish and risky. Sauron could have been toying with them, luring them out of their refuge, to where his power could reach them.
“The trail led to a distant cave. An ancient Orc hideout, no doubt. We found tracks and headed inside.”
“Do you realize how dangerous that was?” She muttered.
“Yes.” Arondir said. “But, Galadriel, we found prisoners. I can't imagine how long they've been lost there, completely forgotten.”
“Prisoners?” Galadriel asked fearfully. Thousands of damages could have been inflicted on the prisoners. Perhaps, death was a blessing. “Were any of them alive?”
“There's someone you need to see.”
The feeling was there again, the sensation, the fear that everything was about to change. Whether for better or worse, Galadriel couldn't say, and that haunted her. These were strange times, there was no choice but to move on, and Galadriel was good at it, even when all seemed lost.
She nodded, following Arondir out of the tent. Arondir had said that the survivors were receiving the best possible care, given the severity of their injuries and the long time they had been held captive. The horrors, Galadriel couldn't even guess how many, inflicted by the Orcs were always the worst, the most devastating.
She tried her best not to think about it. She was a leader, the protector of the survivors of Eregion, weakness would not be accepted. Commander, she was, until her last breath, and Galadriel let her calm façade soothe the Elves in the camp.
A huge crowd was gathered in the tent for the wounded, and the chatter confused Galadriel. Then Galadriel felt envious. You see, she didn't want to feel it, but she couldn't help it. Many prisoners had been found, and they were all being reunited with their families. But for Galadriel, there would be no reunion.
“Oh, Lady Galadriel!” Shouted one of the healers, running desperately towards her. “Forgive me, my lady, but he insists on seeing you!”
“Him?” She murmured, uncertain, fearing another of Sauron's deceptions, another of his illusions. “Who's waiting for me?”
“Your husband!”
Galadriel's chest, she was sure, had been struck by that young Elf's words. As if an arrow had been shot into her heart with those mere words, because of that simple hope of finding someone who had been lost for so long.
Galadriel didn't wait for the woman's reply, or care about Arondir's pleas, she burst into the tent in desperation, shouting his name, calling for her husband. She couldn't bear another deception, another illusion. Her heart couldn't take it.
A few Elves were lying down, most of them outside the tent with their families, oblivious to their injuries. Celeborn was none of them, and Galadriel feared that she had been mistaken, that Sauron had deceived them all.
“Galadriel?” The voice who whispered was weak, but Galadriel would recognize her anywhere, until the end of time.
The pain in her chest increased and she was afraid to turn in the direction of the voice. She had already lost so much, suffered so much. She couldn't lose her love again, even if it was an illusion.
When Celeborn's cold hand touched Galadriel's shoulder, she couldn't stand it any longer. She couldn't hide the pain in her chest any longer. Her hand found his on her shoulder, squeezing hard. Yes, it was him, she knew that now. Not even Sauron could deceive her enough to provoke the tender touch that only her husband could.
“Celeborn…” Galadriel said, turning to him.
Tears covered her face, her desperate hands reaching for him, clasping him in a desperate embrace, an embrace of eternal longing that only touch can erase.
“I thought I'd lost you, forever.” She sobbed, burying her face in his chest.
“I'm yours, my love.” He whispered, holding Galadriel even closer. “And I promised I would never leave you. When have I ever failed to keep a promise?”
She smiled through her tears, feeling his gentle kiss on her head.
“I'm so angry with you.” But she didn't seem to be, not really, as she sobbed.
“I'm sorry. But I'm here now.”
Galadriel agreed, pulling away from the embrace. They would have a long time together this time, she wouldn't let anything separate them. She watched Celeborn, noticing the faded scars that covered his face. So old, but still so alive on his face. Oh, all the horrors he should have seen, felt. Yet it didn't matter, not now, when he was safe, home again.
Smiling, Galadriel held Celeborn's face, pressing her lips to his. Was this what it meant to be whole again? That that hurt, that emptiness, that she had felt for so long, was just loss singing its dark melody in her chest?
Celeborn returned the kiss passionately, full of longing, of anguish. As if he were exploring her lips for the first time again, mapping out every detail of her, every sensation, every taste, as if he could forget, as if she would disappear from his touch at any moment.
His hands went to her waist, holding her close to him, almost desperately. How many centuries had passed? She couldn't even remember, but she had lived a long, long time without feeling the touch of the one she loved.
Galadriel didn't let him walk away, she didn't care if her chest felt like it was going to explode, as if the air had completely left her, he was all that mattered, all that she wanted.
“My love, my love.” She whispered against his lips as he smiled. “I tried, I tried so hard to find you…”
Celeborn didn't let her finish and kissed her again. Alone in the tent, they didn't bother to show their love. Everyone slept peacefully in their beds, oblivious to the couple's desperate kisses.
“I tried to come back to you.” He sighed, breaking off the kiss, his hands clutching Galadriel's face. “Our company was attacked by Sauron's forces. Few survived, and those who did were taken captive.”
Galadriel's heart squeezed. All this time, Sauron had deceived her, tried to convince her to join him, while it was he who kept her husband away from her.
“I have to be honest with you…” Galadriel murmured, embarrassed.
And Galadriel was honest, as she had not been with anyone for a long time. And she told of all her loneliness, all her suffering, and of all the anger she felt when Gil-galad stopped her from pursuing Sauron.
How she refused the blessing of Valinor, and met Sauron, not knowing that she was on the side of the Great Deceiver, and how she was almost deceived by him. And how, with her help, he deceived Celebrimbor, and forged Rings to dominate all of Middle-earth.
“No, it wasn't your fault.”
Celeborn whispered, wiping away Galadriel's tears, not caring that she had helped Sauron, because he knew that she would never do it out of spite, if she knew who he was and what he intended.
“Why? Just tell me.” She sobbed fervently.
“He's the Great Deceiver, Galadriel.” Ceborn said, stroking her hands. “He's more powerful than we could have imagined. It was not your fault. Your brother's death, Celebrimbor's, the Rings. None of it.”
It was as if a great weight had been lifted from Galadriel's chest. It was too painful, she knew, to live so long with guilt, so long dwelling on her deeds and actions. And with Celeborn, she felt that she could be whole once more, that the wound caused by Sauron's cruelty and lies would finally be healed.
“We'll be fine.” Celeborn said, only to be interrupted by Galadriel's hasty kisses, causing the Elf to laugh.
“I think we should start a family.”
“What?”
She smiled at his confusion. He looked adorable like that.
“Why wait any longer? Sauron will never stop pursuing us. And after so long without you, fearing your death, I know what I want.”
Galadriel kissed him one last time, waiting for his answer. Perhaps it was foolish to bear a child in times of war. But war was all Middle-earth had known since its creation, and Galadriel was tired of preventing its happiness out of fear.
“Let's start a family.” Celeborn smiled at her.
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Cursed Song.
Pairing: Sauron/Annatar x Mirdania
Word count: 2.955
Request: “I'll do anything with Mirdania/Annatar”
Author's Notes: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes or confusion. Requests are open, check the information before requesting. I am a great apologist for my girl Mirdania who fell for the seducer Sauron's lies. I don't blame her, I would be the same. And this is what should have happened in that damned forge! This is my Valentine's Day gift to you. This story will have a part two.
Warnings: Manipulation, Coercion, Minor sexual content.
Summary: Mirdania lived many years in Eregion before Halbrand's arrival, and when she discovered that this lying Man was an Emissary of the Valar, she could no longer hide her guilty passion for him. And even Sauron could not pretend to be indifferent to her.
Part I, Part II
When Arda was in its youth and the Valar led a war against Morgoth, and Arda underwent countless changes, Beleriand disappeared forever. And so did all the tragedies and wars that had taken place in those lands. The survivors scattered across Middle-earth in search of new refuges, new homes.
These stories were not strange to Mirdania, of course not. She knew all of them deeply, even though she was young at the time when ruin fell on Beleriand. Many tragedies followed her family, and the few who survived lived as wanderers for many centuries, wandering aimlessly. With the passing of the ages and the spread of the Orcs' dominion, Mirdania was all that remained.
There was a place for her, the surviving elves told her. The Kingdom of the Elven Blacksmiths. Her family knew blacksmithing and Mirdania had learned a lot from her father. And perhaps the Lord of Eregion would take her on as one of his apprentices.
Lord Celebrimbor had a special nose for talented Elves, and he recognized Mirdania's talent when he met her. Mirdania proved her ability, and indeed, Celebrimbor promised that she could live in Eregion for as long as she wished. She would be safe with them. For Mirdania, Celebrimbor was like a father.
For many centuries Mirdania lived happily as an apprentice in Eregion, until she formally became part of Lord Celebrimbor's smiths. She truly loved assisting Celebrimbor and taking part in his magnificent creations. For Celebrimbor, it was not just an art, but a blessing that should be shared with all the peoples of Middle-earth. It was contagious.
Middle-earth might be at war, but Eregion was the jewel in the elven crown, the realm for the most skilled elves to show their worth. A different kind of peace reigned over those lands, with their birds singing at dawn. It was as if they lived in a small, forgotten part of Valinor.
However, all this happened before the fall of the Great Tree of Lindon. Lord Celebrimbor was desperate, as was High King Gil-galad. Without the help of the Dwarves, the Elves would be forced to return to Valinor or perish.
They did not wish to return to the land of the Valar, to live as apprentices and no longer masters. Mirdania, of course, understood Celebrimbor's concern. Because she didn't wish to return either. She was happy in Middle-earth. She had been born there and had lived there with her family. Those lands were the last memory of everything she had lost and loved most.
Celebrimbor told Mirdania of his intentions to turn to the Dwarves of Khazad-dûm. It wouldn't be easy, he said, but with calm and intelligence they could heal Middle-earth. The cure, however, took longer than they had hoped and Elrond did not get the result he had hoped for.
King Durin III refused to give the Elves any help, and hope seemed lost. Mirdania had an idea, a risky one, she knew. Her family had been on good terms with the Dwarves for a long time, and perhaps they would remember her.
Lord Celebrimbor reluctantly agreed to her departure, but they had no choice. Even more so when Elrond returned from Lindon to tell them of the Elves' immediate departure.
Only Eru knows the mysteries of Arda and Mirdania never knew that Halbrand was in Eregion while she was traveling to Khazad-dûm. King Durin III received her for old times' sake, but his answer was the same. The Elves were on their own, but he would like Mirdania to spend some time with them.
It took time for Halbrand to convince Lord Celebrimbor of his new ideas for healing Middle-earth. A blessing, perhaps, was that the paths of Mirdania and Halbrand did not cross. Sometimes the Valar have curious ways of running Middle-earth.
Not wishing to abuse Durin III's hospitality, Mirdania returned to Eregion. Celebrimbor was very shaken when she returned. Furious, even. He didn't tell Mirdania what had happened during his departure. Perhaps he should have.
The new forge in Eregion was responsible for the greatest creations seen in Middle-earth in that era. Mirdania had almost forgotten Celebrimbor's unusual behavior. Until Halbrand arrived.
The gates of Eregion were thunderous, though light, and Mirdania walked up to Celebrimbor's Tower to observe the new travelers. She didn't know him, she would have remembered if they had met before. Matted brown hair covered part of the man's face and Mirdania suspected he was mortal.
“Mirdania?” Celebrimbor's voice called out.
“Here, My Lord.” She said, noticing the blacksmith standing next to her. “Do you know him?”
The traveler, whoever he was, was watching Lord Celebrimbor carefully, and Mirdania was sure that they knew each other. Celebrimbor, if we were honest, seemed reluctant to answer his blacksmith.
“Well, My Lord? Do we grant him entry?”
“No.” Celebrimbor replied quickly, startling Mirdania.“Forgive me, my dear. I just didn't expect him to return so soon…"
“Should I ask him to leave?” She asked helpfully, trying to comfort Celebrimbor.
“Yes, yes. I'd like that.”
Mirdania agreed, leaving Celebrimbor alone with his thoughts. She sighed, trying to remain calm. If Celebrimbor wanted him to leave, well, his motives should be reasonable enough.
The courtyard of Eregion was bustling, with many Elves chatting with merchants and apprentices. But that Man with nothing going for him seemed to stand out more than any of them. Alone, he stroked his horse, waiting for an answer from the Lord of Eregion.
Before Mirdania reached him, she noticed that he was watching her. He was laughing, was that it? But it didn't sound like a wicked laugh, more as if he was assessing her, watching her steps with deliberate attention. Almost malicious, even.
“Lord Celebrimbor regrets to inform you he's unable to grant you entry.” Mirdania said seriously, trying to ignore the traveler's smile.
“Mightn't I speak with him directly?” He smiled seductively at her, somewhat comfortably.
“My Lord is occupied.” Mirdania kept her voice steady. “But he wishes you good fortune on your journey.”
He seemed to know how beautiful he was and to use that to his advantage. A great seducer, she realized, trying to win her trust with his charm. Well, she couldn't deny that he had a knack for it.
“Are you asking me to leave?” Halbrand asked with a dazzling smile, noticing that Mirdania blushed at his words.
“The Lord of Eregion is asking you.”
Mirdania tried to turn away, but he knew how to be insistent. He hoped that Celebrimbor would change his mind, but Mirdania doubted that her Lord would think otherwise. She herself was tired of him, despite his charm.
However, she couldn't remain indifferent when she noticed the marks on his back. He must have been in terrible pain, traveling for so many days with those wounds still so alive on his skin.
Halbrand, of course, if he had been an ordinary man, would have succumbed to the Orcs' attacks. But Sauron was more powerful than that. He would suffer many attacks before he agreed to fall into the Orcs' hands again. And he couldn't help but notice the pity and concern in her eyes. Mirdania, he had heard Celebrimbor call her.
She was attractive, he himself wasn't blind to that fact, and she didn't know his past. It would be a good way to spend his time in Eregion, as long as Galadriel didn't spoil his plans yet again.
It had been easy for Sauron to isolate Eregion and fall into Celebrimbor's good graces. Just a few sweet words, a few lies about his origin and return, and not even the greatest of Elven smiths was able to see behind Sauron's deception.
For many weeks, Sauron kept Celebrimbor in his grasp, trapped in his web, blinded by his lies. But the Rings were beginning to worry the Elf. Why couldn't he understand that this was the only solution to save Middle-earth?
He wasn't as ambitious as Sauron had hoped, but this could be solved. He knew how to be patient. After so many centuries of living as a formless being, his mere consciousness crawling through a cave, he knew that he would soon achieve his goals.
And he was no stranger to Mirdania's gaze. Oh, if she had felt sorry for Halbrand, she would simply have been fascinated by Annatar. Who wouldn't be? An emissary of the Valar themselves, living with mere Elves in Eregion. An honor without a doubt.
Mirdania thought she was being discreet, but Sauron could easily see what she was feeling, how she always seemed so willing to accept everything he said, everything he asked for. She was also his great defender, always speaking on his behalf.
When Celebrimbor began to lose his mind, Sauron knew he would have to use all his tricks. He hadn't expected Mirdania to be able to see his true nature. He didn't even expect the cursed Ring to work on her. But of course, being so determined to please him, she did her best to create that Ring.
If he wanted Mirdania to stay by his side, to help him when Celebrimbor could see his deception, he needed her to trust him completely. He wouldn't lie that it would be unpleasant to distract Mirdania.
She really was beautiful, a beauty that attracted him the moment they met. She wouldn't be like Galadriel, a problem he would need to remove before the truth was exposed. Mirdania didn't even suspect him, that much he was sure of.
Annatar could hear Mirdania crying in the forge, after all the Elves had left. She was still very shaken. Oh if she only knew that the emissary of the Valar she had been so enchanted by was nothing more than the Evil she had glimpsed when wearing the Ring.
Gasping, he could hear Mirdania trying to hold back her sobs, lest a passing Elf notice her state. Calmly, Annatar entered the forge, observing the Elf sitting alone, her face stained with tears.
“My Lord Annatar!” She replied in alarm, rubbing her reddened eyes. “Sorry, I thought you were alone.”
“There's no need to hide, Mirdania.” Annatar said, compassionately. “Not from me.”
“I look like a complete stupid here, alone.” Mirdania sighed.
Annatar denied it, walking towards her. She was so much smaller than him that it somehow sparked something in him, made him feel powerful. So haughty and majestic that she couldn't take her eyes off him. His presence was intoxicating for her, and that made everything so intoxicating for him. Maybe certain types of company weren't so bad after all.
Standing next to her, Annatar noticed that her breathing was calmer, his mere presence soothing to her. It was almost unfair, he had to admit, the power he had over her. It wasn't even a challenge for him. This, in fact, made it all the more exciting.
“You are very brave.” Annatar approached, standing facing Mirdania, his body almost touching her legs. “Some who behold the Unseen eorld are never quite at home in this one again.”
“Have you seen it?” Mirdania gasped in surprise. She hadn't imagined that an emissary of the Valar would know such a thing.
“Yes.” Annatar smiled. “In its light, things appear as they truly are. Beings of differing shades of light. And its darkness.”
Annatar spoke with regret, pretending to be deeply hurt by everything that had happened. Mirdania didn't hesitate for a second, trusting his words. It seemed impossible to her, yes, that Celebrimbor was being corrupted by the Rings. But was it really impossible?
Annatar was an emissary of the Valar, he better than anyone could recognize the darkness that dominates a spirit. And Mirdania was so shaken, so frightened by what could have happened to Celebrimbor, that he was beyond salvation.
Mirdania agreed with Annatar, feeling that she had little choice. Only he would help Lord Celebrimbor, only he could cure the Evil that was taking hold of the Lord of Eregion without anyone else noticing. She would keep his secret safe, and be at Celebrimbor's side.
“How strange.” Annatar smiled, staring at Mirdania, as if he really noticed something different about her. “When the light caught your hair, for a moment, you seemed her perfect likeness.”
“Whose likeness?” Mirdania asked in confusion.
She didn't even understand the change of subject between them, trying to understand what Annatar meant by those words. But she would never understand. Because for Sauron, that moment was a revelation. A realization that he didn't need Galadriel. That he could achieve his goals, with other allies, he would say.
“Why, Lady Galadriel's, of course.” He answered so lightly, as if it were obvious.
Mirdania smiled, feeling her face flush. Lady Galadriel was loved by many in Eregion. Mirdania had seen her only a few times, but she was always happy to be able to talk to a Commander of the High King Gil-galad. And Galadriel was always so kind to her. It was a great compliment indeed.
Lost in her thoughts, Mirdania took a moment to notice Annatar's hand approaching her hair. His touch was light, unassuming, tossing a golden lock to one side. He smiled all the time as he did so, as if he knew how embarrassed Mirdania was, how nervous she felt around him.
“Can I trust you, Mirdania?” He whispered, wrapping a lock of her hair around his finger.
“Of course, My Lord.” She said quickly.
Annatar looked at her, without moving his hand from her hair. Sauron wondered where she had been when he was first in Eregion. She wasn't there, he was sure. He would have noticed her there.
Who knows, maybe it wasn't such a big mistake to find a distraction, someone to ease the burden of being stuck there with a reluctant Celebrimbor.
“Would you do something for me?” Sauron asked, analyzing her reactions.
“I'll do anything.” Mirdania said.
It was so easy that it was cruel, but Sauron was never one to throw away small victories handed to him so easily. Especially when an Elf was trusting completely in his words, in his intentions, which would never be as pure as she had hoped.
Sauron's hand, which was holding Mirdania's hair, grabbed the back of her head, startling her. Despite this, she didn't pull away. Sauron smiled, taking this as encouragement. His legs forced Mirdania's away, getting between her legs. She breathed fast, raggedly, their faces so close that their breaths began to mingle.
Sauron would accept that little guilty pleasure handed to him on a silver platter. He was quick, pressing his lips against Mirdania's with impetus, with fervor. Because everything in Sauron burned like the flames of a forge and his desire was not gentle.
Mirdania let her hand reach Annatar's golden hair, returning the kiss. She was perhaps not as innocent in her intentions as Sauron believed her to be, not when she gave in so willingly to him, with such uncontrolled desire.
Sauron intensified the kiss, pushing Mirdania's body onto the forge table, letting his body hang over hers. It was brutal how he couldn't resist her. It was supposed to be a game, a way of achieving his goals. But he knew he wouldn't be rid of her any time soon when he felt her lips on his.
When he tugged on her curls, Mirdania moaned into his mouth, testing Sauron's lack of control. He was never good at keeping his emotions contained for long. He let one of his hands free Mirdania, going down to her leg, gripping her thigh tightly, forcing the green dress up.
Anyone who came in could see them there, so exposed in the flames of the forge, but for the Valar's sake, he didn't care about anything else now. He deserved that, didn't he? He was also working hard at forging the Rings, in his quest to heal Middle-earth.
Mirdania moaned as his fingers gripped her leg tighter, lifting her body up so that they were impossibly closer, almost as if she wanted to merge with him. He didn't need to invade Mirdania's mind to know that she wanted to be his, that she longed to be taken and remade by his hands. Emissary of the Valar or not, he was sure.
But the cursed knocks on the forge door distracted Sauron and he growled against Mirdania's lips, disgusted by the interruption. He groaned, his body so on fire against hers, a sensation almost unknown to him in recent eras.
“Lord Annatar?” Murmured an embarrassed voice.
Annatar sighed, lifting his body from Mirdania's as she stood up from the table, doing her best to make herself look presentable, as presentable as her swollen lips, flushed face and messy hair could hide.
“Yes?” Annatar muttered, before forcing a smile in the direction of one of Celebrimbor's personal guards.
“Lord Celebrimbor requests your presence in his chambers.” He said, without looking in Mirdania's direction, his face turning as red as the embers of the forge.
“Tell him I'll meet him soon.”
The guard agreed, turning his back on Annatar and Mirdania. Irritated, Sauron clasped his hands together, trying his best not to let Valinor's facade of calm and kindness disappear from his face. Uncertain, Mirdania stood behind him.
“I'd better go.” She muttered, starting to walk away.
“Mirdania?” He called out, seeing that she quickly turned to him again.
Walking over to her, Sauron held her hand gently, a delicacy that seemed false even to him. She, however, didn't seem to notice, looking at him expectantly.
“In time, I will reward you for all your efforts.”
Annatar whispered, heading out of the forge, while Mirdania was left behind, trapped by the words of the Lord of the Gifts.
Was it mean of me to end it like this? I know, I know. But things are going to heat up soon. I had to do this little mean thing to you, sorry!
I hope you enjoyed it. Reblogs, comments and likes are always welcome! And please don't copy my work or post it anywhere else.
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ABOUT MY STORIES: Tolkien
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-> TROP characters I accept to write:
Sauron/Halbrand/Annatar x reader
Elrond x reader
Adar x reader
Galadriel x reader
Morgoth x reader
Túrin x reader
-> Character x character I accept to write:
Elrond x Galadriel
Adar x Galadriel
Celeborn x Galadriel
Míriel x Elendil
Sauron x Adar
Mirdania x Annatar
Annatar x Celebrimbor
Sauron x Melkor
Melkor x Nienna
Galadriel x Mirdania
If you want to request a story about a character that is not on the list, send me a ask to find out if I'll accept writing it or not.
I've put together a list of prompts. Choose a number and the character you want:
-> Dialogues:
I can't lose you.
You can't leave me!
All my thoughts are about you.
You betrayed me.
I trusted you.
Will you be mine?
GET OUT OF MY HEAD.
Don't touch her/him!
I can't stop thinking about you.
I'll do anything.
Please.
It's him or me.
I can't do this anymore.
I missed your smile.
I remember everything.
Why? Just tell me.
You promised.
What did you say?
For all eternity, darling.
Mine. Yours.
Do you still think about us?
Come here.
For you? Everything
That's my girl.
I want you to destroy me.
The baby. It's yours.
Marry me.
I choose you.
My love.
I never have enough of you.
Louder, love.
I am your other half.
-> Genres:
Light Romance
Angst
Comfort
Smut
Hate Romance
Unrequited
Forbidden Love
Doomed Love
Enemies to Lovers
Lovers to Enemies
Friends to Lovers
Hurt/Comfort
Reunion
Loss
Deception
Manipulation
Medieval
Inspired by other universes
Dreams
Playing with the mind
Illusion
Reckless Love
Rebirth/Reincarnation
Despair/Agony
Hot/Cold or Day/Night Dynamics
Second Chance
Hero/Villain
Cursed/Healing
-> Types of kiss:
Kiss of Reunion
Kiss of Loss
Passionate Kiss
Forbidden Kiss
Enchanted/Addicted Kiss
Kiss of Anger/Hate
Fake Kiss
First Kiss
Last Kiss
Kiss in each Season
Hot/Sensual Kiss
Kiss of Forgiveness/Sadness
Happy/Hopeful Kiss
Rotten/Corrupted Kiss
Shy/Malicious Kiss
Exhausted/Departure Kiss
Regretful Kiss
-> Types of affection:
Touch/Hands/Body/Face
Affectionate Touch
Sensual Touch
Sexual
Romantic
Hateful
Lost
Forbidden
Toxic
THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE:
It is important to make it clear that the stories are for entertainment purposes only. I will not write about sexual abuse/rape, any type of prejudice, pedophilia or any crime any theme that offends a group or religion, relationships between family members, exaggerated violence (beyond what is normal in fiction.)
For adult content: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I am an adult, yes, but I am not anyone's mother. So, stay away to avoid problems.
MY TOLKIEN'S STORIES
Here you can check out all my published stories. Remember, before requesting a fic, check the rules and prompts here. Read also on my AO3 profile.
THE RINGS OF POWER | THE SILMARILLION
-> Character x Character
⠀─⠀Elrond x Galadriel
☆ This is loss, my dear.
☆ Flaws at Dusk.
☆ Pieces of the Sea. (Part I)
☆ Rival Memories. (Part II)
⠀─⠀Celeborn x Galadriel
☆ Thousand Miles.
⠀─⠀Adar x Galadriel
☆ Arrows and Thorns.
⠀─⠀Mirdania x Galadriel
☆ Golden Flakes.
⠀─⠀Sauron/Annatar x Mirdania
☆ Cursed Song. (Part I)
☆ Our Punishment. (Part II)
-> Our Chains of Fury and Melancholy.
⠀─⠀Melkor/Morgoth x Nienna
☆ Devouring Heart. (Part I)
☆ Melancholic Torture. (Part II)
☆ Bloody Despair. (Part III)
☆ Cruelty Sings To Sorrow. (Part IV)
☆ Punishment of Lovers. (Part V)
☆ Condemned Sorrows. (Part VI)
☆ Flames of Betrayal. (Part VII)
☆ Tragedy of the Wicked. (Part VIII)
☆ The Lays of Damned. (Part IX)
☆ Perpetual Silence. (Part X)
☆ Hungry Idolatry. (Part XI)
☆ Edge of the Spectrums. (Part XII)
☆ Barbarity of Damnation. (Part XIII)
☆ Corrupted Blessings. (Part XIV)
☆ Unnumbered Lamentations. (Part XV)
☆ Sinful Symphony. (Part XVI)
☆ Disharmonious Torment. (Part XVII)
☆ Savagery Fatality. (Part XVIII)
☆ Imperishable Fears. (Part XIX)
☆ Temporary Hopes. (Part XX)
☆ A Thousand Losses. (Part XXI)
☆ The Hidden Betrayals. (Part XXII)
☆ Timeless Desires. (Part XXIII)
☆ Cries from the Ashes. (Part XXIV)
☆ Fall of the Shrouded Ones. (Part XXV)
☆ Iron Lamentations. (Part XXVI)
☆ Monuments of Memory. (Part XXVII)
☆ Distressed Storms. (Part XXVIII)
☆ The Hosts of Wrath. (Part XXIX)
☆ Melodies in the Night. (Part XXX)
☆ Devoured in the Darkness. (Part XXXI: Epilogue)
⠀─⠀Sauron/Mairon x Eönwë
☆ Songs of Eagles and Serpents.
⠀─⠀Sauron/Mairon x Thuringwethil
☆ Sanguinary Howls.
⠀─⠀Sauron/Mairon x Nurutúrwë (My OC)
☆ Dying Souls.
☆ Forbidden Fascination. (Part I)
─⠀Olórin/Gandalf x Curumo/Saruman
☆ Sparkling Pieties.
-> SERIES MASTERLIST
─⠀Melkor/Morgoth x Nienna: Alternative Universe
☆ Thorny Heart.
⠀─⠀Melkor/Morgoth x Nienna: Modern story
☆ Wasted Affairs TBW
-> Character x Reader
⠀─⠀Adar x Reader
☆Twisted in the Dark.
