sauronpasta reblogged
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.