We are not alike. We never were.
The Lord of the Rings: Rings of Power Galadriel & Sauron in S02E08: Shadow and Flame
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We are not alike. We never were.
The Lord of the Rings: Rings of Power Galadriel & Sauron in S02E08: Shadow and Flame
S: when the light caught your hair, for a moment, you seemed her perfect likeness. M: whose likeness? S: why, Lady Galadriel's, of course.
THE RINGS OF POWER S1.E8 ∙ Alloyed S2.E5 ∙ Halls of Stone
I v just been been deceived by this crazy good saurondriel newpiece of fanfic here. DECEIVER!!!
@nenyabusiness thank u i hope its ok talking about it
"Will you then pass over Sea?" Celebrimbor asked.
"Nay," Galadriel said. "Angrod is gone, and Aegnor is gone, and Felagund is no more. Of Finarfin’s children I am the last. But my heart is still proud. What wrong did the golden house of Finarfin do that I should ask the pardon of the Valar, or be content with an isle in the sea whose native land was Aman the Blessed? Here I am mightier.”
Unfinished Tales, The History of Galadriel and Celeborn
Halbrand’s mouth falls open. A flash of teeth there, a wild bright thing against the contorted lines of his face. No word comes to fruition. Like he’s afraid to break a spell he’d inadvertently cast.
Naked Like Water - Galadriel/Halbrand, 4/9 Chapters (15.1k)
Chapter Four - Let Me In (3.8k)
Galadriel hunts sleep, hungry to finish her business with the lost soul of Sauron. She must push herself to a new extreme in order to broach the distance between them.
Look at me.
Bonus+
—Although her light was blinding, he could not tear his eyes away, nor did he wish to.
a bit conflicted on that part, are we?
Frodo was ill prepared for Sauron's drunk dialing Galadriel's mirror at all hours.
King and Queen of Darkness
✦ GALADRIEL & SAURON ✦ THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER S2E8 "Shadow and Flame"
help, mom and dad are fighting. it's their way to dirty talk idc
HALADRIEL feat. Unhinged AO3 tags 🪦🕊 (x)
Pairing: Galadriel/Halbrand AU: modern, undercover spy situation Rating: explicit
Summary:
Galadriel is ready. For three years, operation Red Eye has been in the making. Yet her infiltration into Morgoth Bauglir’s business doesn’t go entirely to plan. From the moment she meets Halbrand, the charismatic face behind which Morgoth hides his nefarious business, things seem to slip outside her control. With her carefully crafted plan out the window, she has to quickly find her footing in a world of illicit deals and lavish parties, surrounded by some of the most dangerous criminals in Middle Earth. Without blowing her cover. And certainly without catching feelings for her charming but dangerous host.
AKA the Galadriel is an undercover agent and Halbrand is a charming criminal AU that won’t leave my brain.
Read chapter 4 on AO3 here (In which Halbrand doesn't sleep, but Galadriel sure does, and most importantly, a deal is struck.)
Months after the founding of Imladris, Galadriel is still trapped in a dream-like state, wandering through alternate worlds and learning of all the horrors that Sauron’s vision can manifest. But she is kept safe from Sauron’s touch, held under Nenya’s protection in a mind palace of her own. That is, until a troubling conversation with Elrond leads Galadriel into a new dream, one where a strange version of Sauron begs for her mercy. Before long, Halbrand will beg for more than just her mercy….
....and Galadriel will find herself eager to answer his call.
Tags: Galadriel POV, Dreamscape, World between Worlds, Body Horror, Hard D/S Kink, BDSM, Hard Dom Galadriel, Halbrand is Sauron but Not Sauron
Mostly, she dreams of the sea. No, that is not it — the sea is dreaming of her. The sea comes first, primary, realer than real. Galadriel’s mind is only a shallow mirror of its depth. She moves in its wake, dragged by the rhythm of its tides, in and out, in and out of sleep. Her sleep is the sleep of old things — of stones and trees and unnamed beasts — never fully resting, never fully awake. She floats on the tide of some forgotten song. Galadriel knows that there is great work proceeding all around her. The months have stretched since the death of Ost-in-Edhil – since the birth of Imladris – and there is always work and life proceeding just at the edge of her reach. But it moves at a pace she cannot match. Once, Galadriel knows, she was too fast for her fellow elves, too hot. Running quickly, running blind around the slow morass of other Noldor minds. She doesn’t feel like that any longer. Ever since her fall – since the wound, the healing – Galadriel has lain mostly cold and dormant. She can only relate to others in brief moments of respite, when their own pace slows down to meet her. Mostly, she is alone.