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This headcanon is mine now, and I WILL be writing a fanfic that I'll probably only share brief quotes and snippets of to anyone.
I’m naturally very scared for the whole ‘madness running through the line of Durin’ thing, but we can add even more angst by imagining Durin succumbing to gold sickness and deciding that Elrond is one of his treasures 👀
With Rings of Power Season 2 coming, here's my Silm/LOTR fics in one handy place!
Miriel's Lament of Numenor 242 words:
A lament for those lost beneath the waves
Until We Meet Again 2295 words, Tar-Miriel/F!OC
Eilianneth had known her Queen since they were maidens feeding each others’ lust for adventure and mischief. Now, at the end of days, she must bid farewell to her friend and lover.
Quenta Iantél - Tale of the Star's Fall 100520 words, Korrasami and others
In the last days of the War of the Ring, Korra, a Ranger of the North, rode with the Grey Company against the forces of Mordor. After Sauron was defeated, she is tasked with a Quest to travel far to the East to establish diplomatic ties - and to search for Star-metal, a powerful material with unusual properties. But she doesn't go alone. Galadriel sends along one of her maidens, an ancient Elf who refuses to wield a sword unless absolutely necessary, and whose eyes shine a shade of green she's only ever seen in a dream.
Quenta Helcariltári: Tale of the Sparkling Ice Queen 8698, Elsamaren
Three hundred years after the sun first rose, and nearly seven thousand before the time of the Fellowship of the Ring, Honeymaren of the Haladin follows her people through darkness and terror to find a new home. But a song calls to her, and separated from her people in the middle of a blizzard, she stumbles across a woman, a sparkling Queen of ice and snow. Not human nor one of the Elves, but something more.
Quenta Anarindil - Tale of the Sun Flower 3179, Cassunzel
Cassandra has been many things in her life. But after the War of the Ring, after the battles she's seen, she wanted something more. She didn't expect that something to be found in the ruins of Ithilien beneath ancient trees, in a luminous being like the sun fallen to earth.
Keeping Faith 9538, Tar-Miriel/Galadriel
Long has Tar-Míriel worn a mask to hide her true allegiances, but the arrival of a Noldor in her court threatens to upend that balance. And yet, she cannot help herself. A discussion of Shadows, a relieving of tension, and a keeping of the faith.
Rising Stars 1468, Tar-Miriel/Varda
On Númenor's last night before its Doom, the Queen seeks respite with old statues in dead gardens, and receives a visitor glittering with the light of the stars. Through the Star-Kindler, perhaps she can find some sort of salvation.
https://youtu.be/W2_26SI00as
Yeah, I got opinions. He’s just voiced them better.
He told the tale so many times About the dream not meant to be In a world of the free He plays with your mind
screencaps from: https://www.cap-that.com/
soooo, he's a 12?
THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER 1.03 - 1.08
bonus:
season 2 edition
I really loved the opening scene in LOTR-fotr, when "Galadriel" was the commander of Gil-Galad's army and fought against Sauron. Epic battle.
Also the scene when we first met "Elrond" in Lothlòrien. Unforgettable. When everyone were amazed by his ethereal aura, his (short) flowing blond hair and his beautiful white clothing.......Oh wait.
I found this scene really weird and forced. If she knew Elros and apparently is Elrond's best friend, shouldn't she be nicer to their descendants. Also if she had mentioned it earlier, then maybe she would have had an easier time in Nùmenor. But what bother me the most about this scene is this painting. It looks like someone painted everything else except for Elronds head, and then someone different came in later and did his head in a completely different style. His head looks so realistic compared to the rest of the painting. Like someone photo-shopped his head on an old picture and used a filter or something.
Also aren't they suppose to be identical twins. I can't find anything similar about them. Their eyes, their headshape, their nose, their eyebrows, even their ears are different. I mean Elros looks more like Thorin's long lost twin. Maybe if you squint really hard, but something is just really weird about this painting.
The only great thing about this painting is that the elves have long hair, :)
I finally found what this warg reminded me of. It's from an old comic I loved to read when I was younger. Elfquest by Wendy and Richard Pini. Still loves it.
When you see it you can't unsee it: Fidget spinner
For very boring council meetings.
Whoever made the costumes for Rings of Power sure do like weird looking gold and pearls. The second age were aparently not the age of jewelry making. (unless you are Celebrimbor and Sauron).
Really does make you miss and apreciate the Peter Jackson movies costume department a lot more. They did a great job making it so that each of the different races and peoples had their own characteritic design, style and culture. Separating them from each other.
The costumes in Rings of power looks like they all were designed by the same designer. There's not much that separate the different races. Only the Silvan elves weird wooden armor stands out, but once this is gone, you can't really differentiate between the humans and the elves.
Isildur and the Rings of power: the golden trio of Numenor.
The awkward lanky side-kick, the chosen one, the bookworm.
bonus:
Her father will hear about this.
Season 2 is going to be the make it or break it season.
It's good or it's not.
There were so many issues in the first season, but I still have hope especially seeing the bts of everything so far 🤞
My genuine reaction after I finished watching the Rings of Power:
I AM (S)CREAMING
y'all remember when we all wanted elrond to get sweaty and bloody in the battlefield next season? sounds like we will get fed!!!
I love Rob as Elrond. And the armour looks so good!
Elrond. Best boy.
build a dynasty
annatar/sauron x fem!elf!reader
summary: you have to watch eregion fall and with it your world, because the man you start to have feelings for, is not who he seems to be.
warnings: angst, blood, reader gets caught in an illusion, mentions of war and death, mind control, sauron being manipulative, maybe some sort of fluff?
word count: 1.3k
author’s note: i‘m glad you found your way here! <3 this is my first fanfiction on tumblr, so likes, reblogs and feedback are really appreciated. but since english is not my first language, please be nice to me. xx
The sound of the siege sirens could be heard throughout Eregion, sending goosebumps all over your body.
You stand on the balcony of the tower where Lord Celebrimbor's forge is located and you could feel the wind blowing through your hair. But there was no cold at all. Only the rising fear, because what you see in front of you, is the sight of pure horror.
From the edge of the forest across the river, cannons were fired, destroying the stone walls of the city you love so dear, as if they were made of sand.
The screams of the desperate elves reach your ears and you wish for nothing more, than to finally wake up from this nightmare.
But when you turn around to Celebrimbor, you see him working on the Nine without a care in the world. The Nine. The one thing that was the reason for Eregions downfall.
And there was only one person to blame.
“My Lord, we must leave immediately,” you call out as you hurry back inside, but Celebrimbor still doesn't move an inch. “My Lord!” you repeat, this time with more force.
Finally, the elf turns his head in your direction, but he doesn't seem disturbed at all. There is a slight smile on his face as he slowly stands up from his chair and walks over to you.
“Don't you hear? We are being attacked,” you try to explain to him, but he just takes your hands.
“My dear, you must be exhausted. Maybe you should take a break and get some rest?” he says quietly, raising his eyebrows.
You can't help but stare at him in disbelief, then take a small step back. “Maybe you’re right, I should take a break,” you say, turning away from him and starting to rush down the stairs, out of the tower.
As you step outside, the world around you seems to be coming to an end.
There was fire everywhere, rubble lay scattered on the floor and in the middle of it were the lifeless bodies of many elves.
Tears well up in your eyes, but you don’t have time for that now because you run straight into the chaos of the attack.
It doesn't take long to discover him. The reason for the downfall of Eregion and the boiling anger inside you.
“Lord Annatar!” you call over the loud noise around you and watch as he turns his face in your direction. His blue eyes immediately meet yours as he comes towards you.
“What is it? Is something wrong with the rings?” he asks and furrows his brows.
Without giving him an answer, you grab his wrist and pull him with you to the side. “Please tell me, what’s going on. Celebrimbor seems to have lost his mind, he just doesn't realize what's happening out here,” you begin, but Annatar puts his hands on your shoulders to calm you.
“You are right to worry about him. Let me look after him. You will stay here and defend the city until I return,” he orders you in a calm voice and strokes your cheek with his knuckles, leaving you no choice but to swallow the anger inside you.
You no longer know why you felt it and all you can do is to look at Annatar, who takes your hands in his and gently squeezes your fingers.
He breaks away from you moments later, but at that very second the siege sirens fall silent, making him stop.
“What’s happening?” you ask quietly as goosebumps spread across your body again.
A few other elves approach next to the both of you, looking worriedly towards the walls.
“They are drying up the river,” Mirdanias’ voice sounds and you feel the elf take your hand, catching your attention.
So you don’t notice, how Annatar slowly walks back to the tower.
“Have you spoken to Lord Celebrimbor?” Mirdania asks, looking at you with her eyes full of worry.
You nod slowly and turn to her. “He is not in a right state of mind. It seems as if he has completely lost it,” you repeat the words you said to Annatar before. “He will not give us any orders,” you add quietly.
The sound of drums is the sign that the orcs prepare to run across the exposed ground, that had previously been the river and you run towards the archers positioned on top of the walls. “Prepare for the ground attack! Don’t let them get into the city!” you shout as loudly as you can, then look up at the tower.
“Please make sure that the walls don’t fall,” you say to Mirdania as you already turn away.
“What are you going to do?” she calls after you.
“Getting my answers,” you say, more to yourself, while you walk straight towards the tower you had to leave earlier.
A heartbreaking sob was heard as you run up the stairs, just in time to see Celebrimbor pushing angrily against the table in front of him.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, walking past Annatar towards Celebrimbor who raises his shaking hand, his fingers completely smeared with black ink.
Or with something which seems like that.
Now your eyes fall on the vessel that the Mithríl was in. The true core of the Nine. But it wasn't what you thought it was.
“Tell me this isn't true,” you whisper and turn to Annatar. He slowly raises his hand and reveals a cut in his palm, a wound from which pitch black blood is dropping.
“True creation… requires sacrifice,” he says slowly and a gasp is heard from Celebrimbor.
He seems to realize, what slowly sinks into your mind, and a single tear falls from your eye. “So… it was all an illusion? All of this?”
Your voice just a whisper, laced with pain.
“You are him, aren’t you? You are… Sauron,” you say, which is what Celebrimbor seems to be afraid of.
“I have many names,” he replies and you are about to attack him with nothing more than your bare hands.
But you don’t get the chance, because suddenly you find yourself in the forge. You can't see any of the chaos around you, only the embers burning in the huge forge, illuminating the room.
“Did you really think you could ever stop any of this?” you suddenly hear his voice behind you and you close your eyes.
You realize that this must be another illusion.
Taken back to the moment when you knew exactly what you were feeling.
“I might not have been able to stop it, but I believed in the good. I believed that you wanted the best for us. But all you had in mind was our downfall,” you hiss through clenched teeth and flinch when you feel his touch on your arm.
“You're wrong,” he begins, now appearing in front of you. “I only want the best for you,” he continues, raising his hand. He touches your hair with his fingers and one corner of his mouth twitches slightly upwards.
“Don't you remember how much you trusted me? When you revealed your deepest desires to me?” he asks in a whisper and you close your eyes again.
“I can give you all of that. Everything you crave.” His voice rings in your head like a beautiful melody.
But you couldn’t let him in. You could not give yourself to him.
“None of this matters anymore,” you whisper, and another tear falls from your eye. “You lied to us, deceived us all. Celebrimbor most. And now you think I'll just give myself to you like that?” you ask, finally managing to look him in the eyes.
“You will. You’ll have no other choice.”
With these words, the illusion vanishes and you are standing in the destroyed forge again.
Celebrimbor is gone and only Sauron stands in front of you. His gaze is on you as he holds out his hand.
“Come with me. There is nothing, that keeps you here anymore. Come with me and I promise, I will protect you. Come with me and we build a real dynasty together.”
His lips did not move, but the words inside your head still sound like a promise.
And no matter how hard you try to resist, you make a step towards him, taking his hand, leaving everything behind what you truly believed in.
2024 | notreallythatlost
dress
halbrand/sauron x fem!human!reader
summary: it’s your last evening in númenor and you decide to wear a special outfit for the man you love.
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, acting silly because of alcohol, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (female receiving)
word count: 1.4k
author’s note: well, do i have to say anything more about this? no. 🙂↕️ inspired by taylor swift’s song dress (one of my faves.) this is my first time writing smut, so i really hope it turned out well. likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. xx
It wasn't your intention to draw everyone's attention when you appear. You only wanted the attention of one person.
And you can feel his gaze on you, so hot that it literally burns your skin, but you don't let it show.
The dark red dress clings to your body and sparkles silver in the light of the fire. Your hair falls in soft waves over your shoulders and you know that everyone would fall to their knees at the sight.
But you only want to see him kneeling in front of you. With his hands and lips on your naked skin.
After a brief moment of silence, conversations start again and you slowly turn around, only to meet Halbrand's gaze, who is standing next to Galadriel a few meters away from you.
You know the effect you have on him, you can see it in his eyes even from the distance.
“This time you really surpassed yourself,” a voice sounds next to you and you tear your gaze away from Halbrand.
Smiling, you take the mug filled with ale, that Isildur holds out to you and take a sip.
“Someone told me to come out of my shell,” you reply and you both laugh.
“Since when have you been listening to my advice?” he asks, still with a smile on his lips.
You just shrug at his words and look at him with a grin as he puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you towards the others.
The evening continues and you have stopped counting how many mugs of ale you have already had. You are just about to take another sip when someone takes the mug out of your hand.
“Hey...” you protest and look up at Halbrand, who is now holding your wrist. “That was definitely enough ale for today,” he says as he pulls you to your feet.
You giggle softly and sway slightly against his firm body. “I won't let you boss me around, handsome,” you say and pat his chest before you try to pull away from him again, but he doesn't loosen his grip.
“Oh, yes. You will,” he whispers and a shiver runs down your spine as he looks at you like a wolf that has finally caught its prey.
Without another word, he pulls you with him, away from the drinking soldiers and to a place where you would be undisturbed.
Before you know it, he's pressed you against the nearest wall and buries his nose in your hair. His hands wrap around your waist, caressing your skin through the fabric of the dress.
“You have no idea, how much control this evening has cost me. I wanted you the second I saw you in that dress,” he growls, now tucking your hair behind your shoulder, to give himself access to your neck.
His lips brush the sensitive skin there, making you hum as you close your eyes.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” Halbrand whispers against your skin and you shiver, a reaction he’s only too happy to see.
“That was your intention, wasn't it? You wanted to drive me crazy?” he continues and gently bites your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you.
“It's our last evening in Númenor, I thought a little distraction wouldn't hurt,” you whisper now, the effect of the ale suddenly replaced by the desire that shoots through your veins like fire.
The sound that comes from Halbrand is like that of an animal and he presses you a little harder against the wall.
“Did you see the looks they gave you?” he says close to your ear and lets his lips slide over your jaw. “Everyone wanted to rip that dress off your body.” With these words he lifts you up and turns with you.
Your lips meet in a wild, longing kiss, as if you were about to starve. You feel him take a few steps until your back hits wood. You moan, the sound swallowed by his mouth and his grip on you tightens.
The kiss becomes wilder, your tongues in an endless dance for dominance.
A surprised sound comes from your lips as he takes your lower lip between his teeth and pulls on it.
Finally, he turns away from the wall again and gently lays you down on something soft moments later.
You are apparently in his room. You don't know how you got here and you don't care, because all that matters to you at this moment, is Halbrand leaning over you.
“The only reason I'm wearing this dress is so you can take it off,” you breathe and place your hand on his chest. But Halbrand wraps his fingers around your wrist again and looks you in the eyes with a mischievous smile, before he takes the other one and holds both of them above your head.
“Oh, my sweet little girl. We're not there yet,” he whispers and starts to push the skirt of your dress up with his free hand.
Your breath catches and you try to turn your hands out of his grasp, but he holds them too tightly.
“Halbr-,” your words are cut off by a moan as he runs a finger through your wetness. Another growl escapes him and he nuzzles his nose against your cheek so that you feel the scratch of his stubble on your skin.
Without further warning, he pushes two of his fingers into you, making you moan loudly. He doesn't seem to want to make any secret of what's going on, just encourage you.
“Let me hear you,” he whispers, moving his fingers until you're writhing beneath him, desperate for more.
Then he releases his grip on your hands and slides down your body. Knowing what would follow, you bury your fingers in his long hair and close your eyes.
As his tongue slides through your folds, you moan and your hips jerk forward. Halbrand grabs you with his hands and holds you tight, so you can't move while he eats you out.
You long for release, you can hardly think straight anymore, but he doesn't seem to want to give it to you.
Just as you wanted to tease him with this dress, now this is him paying you back.
“Halbrand...” you moan his name loudly and he raises his head, leaving your throbbing cunt full of desire.
“Tell me what you want,” his voice sounds and you hear the rustling of fabric. “Tell me what you long for,” he continues and you sit up slightly.
“I want you,” you whisper, with all the strength you have left. Then Halbrand holds out his hand to help you up. His fingers immediately find the back of the dress, where he quickly unties the laces. As soon as the fabric loosens around your body, he pushes it over your shoulders, until it slides down of its own and reveals you to his gaze.
“You are…” he doesn't say anything else, just stares at you in awe as he pushes you back again and you look up at him.
His hand finds yours on the mattress and he laces his fingers with yours. With his other hand, he positions himself in front of you and slides the tip of his cock over your entrance.
With one fluid movement, he sinks into you and you can't help but let out a breathless gasp. The air leaves your lungs and you feel Halbrands' hand resting on the side of your face.
“You belong to me. Don't forget that,” he says with such devotion and yet so firm that your heart clenches in your chest.
“Forever,” you reply breathlessly as he starts to move. The feeling makes you moan and your eyes roll back as you arch towards him.
“Fuck,” he moans and lets his head fall forward. In this moment, there is only him and you and nothing could ever come between you.
Halbrand starts to move faster, hitting a spot that makes you moan whenever he moves his hips. It doesn't take long before you're screaming his name as the orgasm flows through your body like a wave.
The sight of you must have been enough for him, because not a second later he empties himself into you with a rough gasp and then sinks down on you.
“You're perfect,” you hear his voice between bliss and satisfaction and smile weakly.
You want to say something else, but you're too tired.
But you got what you longed for.
It was your last day on Númenor, after all. Soon you would be going to war.
2024 | notreallythatlost
and the look in his eyes as he realize that she falls?? 😫😫
we don't talk enough about how sauron kept his hand reached out to her for so long after she fell like. closest thing we'll get to a hand flex imo
i bleed the same
annatar/sauron x fem!elf!reader
summary: after halbrand returns to eregion, he takes on a new form. and you feel drawn to it as much as to the darkness inside of him.
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, angst, unprotected sex, biting, fluff means sauron is in love (can that even be possible??)
word count: 2k
author’s note: this is part 2 of ‘if you bled’. please read it first, before you continue. maybe this one is little bit of a mess but god, love me a soft sauron. 😫 the song inspired for this part is better by syml. i hope you enjoy it and don’t forget how i much i appreciate your likes and reblogs — it means so much to me. xx
part 1
After Halbrand disappeared, he did not return but you often wished, he would.
Sometimes you even believed, that you could see him come around a corner out of a sudden, until you realized it is just one of the other elves.
A few days later, Galadriel and Elrond left to return back to Lindon with the rings. They tried to convince you to come with them, but you knew you didn't belong there anymore. So you stayed in Eregion while you waited for Halbrand to return, just like he promised you.
The weeks went by and with each passing day you lost more hope of seeing him again. And with your hope, his promises also began to vanish.
Until, one day, Mirdania rushes into the great forge and joins Celebrimbor's side. Even though their voices are lowered, you try to understand some of what she is saying to the Lord of Eregion. Then, when she mentions a messenger from the Southlands, the hammer you hold falls from your hands in shock as you take a sharp breath.
This can’t be possible.
All eyes are suddenly on you, but you don’t care, just like you don’t care about the hammer that is still lying on the ground. You grab the skirt of your dress and run, ignoring Celebrimbor's call. Your path leads you out of the forge, into the yard and to the gate.
And there you see him standing. The man you had been waiting for all this time. The man who had finally kept his promise and returned to you.
He has his back to you and you let your gaze slide over it. There is a wound on his right shoulder and your heart instantly clenches in your chest. Wherever he had been, he had been in pain, you can feel it.
As if he can hear your thoughts, Halbrand turns around and your eyes meet. For a moment, time stands still and you see the hint of a smile on his face.
You return it as best you can, but you sense that something is wrong. Not a second later, Mirdania walks past you towards Halbrand. “My lord, I must ask you to leave,” she says and glances over her shoulder at you shortly.
Halbrand turns his gaze to the elf and puts on a charming smile. “Why do you want me to leave? I've only just arrived”, he answers and smiles at Mirdania, making the butterflies in your stomach swirl around and you lower your gaze.
“I'm not asking you to leave, the Lord of Eregion is. He has no interest in negotiating with you,” the elf replies before turning away and walking towards you. Her gaze is on you, then she grabs your wrist and pulls you with her.
“Wait, I-” you begin, but Mirdania interrupts you. “Lord Celebrimbor says we can't trust him. None of us should get involved with him. Not even you.” Although her voice is tense, you can't help but let out a laugh. “You can't be serious. I know who I can get involved with and with whom not,” you try to defend yourself, but she just pulls you further away from him.
“Lady Galadriel says otherwise,” she replies and you freeze. “What does Galadriel have to do with this?” you ask with a slightly raised voice. For a moment Mirdania just looks at you, then she leads you back into the forge and out of Halbrand's reach.
You have no way of returning to Halbrand for the rest of the day. But you know that he is waiting. Even if not just for you. When it starts to rain in the evening and Halbrand is still standing in the yard, waiting, Lord Celebrimbor finally decides to go to him himself.
Some time pass and as he returns with Halbrand close behind him, the forge is completely empty — except you. Both of them are soaked and you are about to ask if you can bring them anything, but Celebrimbor silences you with a wave of his hand. “You have done enough. You can go,” he says, leaving you no chance to protest.
Your gaze falls on Halbrand, who is looking at you with a gentle expression in his eyes. He gives you a slight, barely noticeable nod and you turn away to go to your chamber.
You lie on your bed for a while and stare at the ceiling, your thoughts swirling wildly. There is so much you wanted to know, so many questions and only one person who knows the answers. And you hope that you would get it soon.
At some point you must have fallen asleep, because a gentle touch on your face wakes you. It takes a moment until you can think clearly again and you recognize a person sitting on the edge of your bed. You immediately sit up and slide away from the figure.
“Don't be afraid,” his words sound through the darkness and you start to relax. “Halbrand?” you whisper and he nods slowly. “But now, call me Annatar“, his voice is low as he answers making you swallow hard.
Annatar raises his hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is so familiar that you can't resist any longer and lean into it while you close your eyes slightly.
Suddenly the fire in the fireplace lights up and fills the room with a warm light.
After a few seconds, your gaze finds his and you can't help but examine his new form. He examines you just as intensely, as if he's waiting for a reaction.
But everything you could do is raising your hand and taking one of the blonde strands of his new hair between your fingers. You must have been silent for a little too long, because he puts his fingers around your wrist and looks you intently in the eyes. “You don't seem particularly impressed,” he says with a raised eyebrow, but you shake your head.
“No, it's not that. It's just... it’s new,” you admit, making him smile. “And I thought you were asking me to take on Halbrand's face again,” he rests his other hand on your thigh and you lean a little closer to him.
“Well, even though I think a beard suits you so much better, this face is just as fine,” you say with a smile and look him in his now deep blue eyes. But then you remember that he had been in hurt and in pain not so long ago and let your gaze fall down.
Annatar, who seems to have sensed the sudden change in your expression, frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“Tell me, what happened to you? Why did it take you so long to come back?” you ask, but Annatar just smiles. “Is this your way of telling me that you’ve missed me?” he asks with a hint of amusement and you snort quietly, but can’t help but smile.
Your fingertips glide gently over his cheek, and instead of the stubble you can feel his soft skin there. Even though he looks completely different now, you can feel that it is him.
“You are Sauron,” you suddenly say out loud for the first time before looking him in the eyes again. He returns your gaze, then nods. “But that doesn't seem to bother you,” he says carefully.
“No... even though it should. I should hate you for everything you've done. But I can't. I could never,” you whisper and feel him caressing your thigh with his thumb.
“She tried to convince you not to trust me,” Annatar says suddenly, thoughtful, and now you frown. “Galadriel...,” he adds, sensing your confusion.
You nod and let out a strained laugh. “Of course she did… what do you think? You deceived her. Like all of us. But she still doesn't have the right to decide who I give my heart to,” you say quietly and gasp softly as Annatar's fingers press tightly into the skin of your thigh.
“You should be careful who you give it to. Hearts are incredibly precious,” he whispers, leaning closer to you. You feel his breath brush over your lips and open them slightly, then his mouth is on yours.
Hot and demanding, as if he had been waiting for centuries to kiss you.
You can't help but moan, a mixture of desperation and longing as you bury your hands in his hair. Oh, how you already love these long strands.
His hands find their way to your hips, where he grabs you and pulls you closer to his body. A growl escapes from his lips, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin.
Breathing heavily, he pulls away from you again and presses his forehead against yours. “If we don't stop right now, I don't know how much longer I can hold back,” he says in a rough voice and you tremble. Your hands are still in his hair and you press yourself a little closer against him. “What if I don't want you to hold back?” you breathe against his lips.
And with that you unleash a storm.
Suddenly he is on top of you and presses your back into the mattress. His hands are all over your body, touching, pulling and caressing while you gasp for air.
Seconds later he starts to undress you, his hands touching every little part of your body before you get him out of his garments. They land on the floor just like your dress and he pulls you closer again.
All you can feel is Annatar's skin against yours, his fingertips wandering over your shoulders and his hard cock between your bodies as you straddle his lap.
He touches you as if you could crumble to dust before his eyes at any moment, and no matter how deeply you would like to feel him inside you right now, you can’t help but enjoy the feeling of his closeness and the desire that takes your breath away.
Finally, his hands move under your thighs and you look into his eyes as you position yourself above him. Your gazes are locked as you sink down onto him, but you had to close your eyes. It takes your breath away and you need a moment to get used to his size. Then you start to move and you moan with pleasure. Nothing has ever felt so good.
You press your forehead against his, as you pant heavily with one of your hands buried in his hair, the other in the bedsheets clawing onto them.
“Let me make you my queen,” he blurts out as you continue to move. You both have to groan before you realize what he just said. “What?” you gasp and pause. He takes advantage of this moment, puts his arm around your waist and turns you so that you are lying under him again.
He's still deep inside you and he moves his hips briefly to make it clear to you. “Become my queen,” he repeats and lowers his head to your breasts. He gently sucks on your nipple, moving slowly as if he's savoring every second of it.
“But I-” you stop and pant as he bites the skin beneath your breasts and look down at him. “Become my wife and I will lay all of Middle Earth at your feet. I will destroy anyone who does not submit to you — to us,” he continues and if you weren't so high on your feelings right now, you would have thought that this must be a joke.
You're just about to say something again when he suddenly speeds up his pace again. He thrusts deep into you, making your eyes roll back in your head. Your breathing gets heavier and your moans get louder until you hear his voice in your ear.
“Let go for me, my queen” Annatar ducks his fingers in your skin as your climax roll over you. You cry into his mouth, burying your fingers in his hair as if he was the only thing you could hold on to.
His breath is still on your ear as he moans softly, finding his own release and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Panting heavily, he places a soft kiss on your neck and breathes in your scent. Then he falls onto the sheets next to you and pulls you in his arms.
Lost in your thoughts, you draw small circles on his bare chest until he takes your hand in his, catching your attention. “I meant it. Become my wife and we will heal Middle Earth together,” he whispers and raises his other hand closed in front of your face before opening it.
In his palm lies one of the three elven rings.
For a moment you are too stunned to speak, until you find your voice again.
“Where… did you get it? Galadriel took them all with her,” you whisper and take the ring carefully in between your thumb and index finger.
“Does it matter?” he asks, stroking the back of your free hand with his thumb. “Is that a yes?” he asks, looking down at you expectantly.
You don't know what to say. But you know what your heart is telling you. And even though it was a betrayal of those you love and your entire kind, you know it's the right thing to do.
Because the darkness had called for you for your whole life.
“Yes...” you breathe and raise your gaze to meet his eyes again. There's a smile on Sauron's face as he takes the ring from your hand and gently slides it onto your finger.
“Then take this ring as my promise. I will give you the world and bring every being to its knees so that they will worship my queen.” With that, he leans forward and kisses the silver ring on your finger. And while you watch him, you know that one thing is certain.
This is all you've ever wanted.
And he is all you ever desired.
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