#sauroniel

He imagined what they could achieve together as king and queen and was filled with a thrill of excitement. With an elvish captain as wife, no realm would be closed – and even if someone tried to oppose him, Galadriel’s and his joint power would be impossible to resist. Especially when they had finished making the rings.

As he took her hand, meeting the gaze in those impossibly blue eyes, another kind of excitement began to build up within. Her long, blonde curls spilled down her back and her cheeks glowed pink, enhancing her natural beauty. She wore a jade green dress with gold seams and it clung to her shapely curves.

He knew how elves wed – that physical intimacy was all it took to create a bond – and now he began to look forward to that part of their relationship as well. 

Drawing her close, he murmured. “You are so beautiful. I need you.”

“And I you.” Her voice was breathless as she turned her face up invitingly.

He restrained a sudden burst of desire pouring into his body, making him want to throw her to the ground and take her with furious abandon right there on the path. Not for the first time he reflected over how much the body he occupied was controlled by animal instincts and urges, and how hard it was to curb those needs.

Instead of yielding, he kissed her gently, careful not to scare her.

Her lips were deliciously soft as she responded and she turned out to be a surprisingly good kisser. Currents of lust spread through him as his human senses were overwhelmed by her intoxicating scent and taste. 

Far too soon she broke the kiss; someone was talking nearby and she probably feared exposure. Elves were amusingly proper about such things.

“Worried over your reputation?” he teased.

“No.”

“Good. Don’t be.” Sitting on a bench by the river, he placed her on his lap. “I want everyone to know you are mine.” Then he claimed her lips again, and much as he tried he couldn’t quite hold back his need this time.

Blood rushed downwards and his pants quickly became too tight for comfort. He hoped Galadriel wouldn’t notice. Perhaps she didn’t know what the hardness was?

This must all be so new and strange to her, but damn, it was not easy to take it slowly! He wished he could rip her clothes in shreds and expose her body; those perfect breasts he had seen glimpses of through her wet dress on the raft and the more mysterious part between her long legs. He wanted to see whether elf maids really were as smooth and unblemished as they said.

Though it probably was too soon, he trailed his fingers upwards until he reached a breast. As he had imagined, it fit his hand perfectly when he cupped it. He brushed over the nipple with his thumb.

At his intimate touch, Galadriel drew in her breath in a light gasp, and he regretted his haste. Was he an adolescent boy or an ancient Maia? This lack of control was beneath him.

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Galadriel sat astride Halbrand’s legs, his fingers exploring her curves over the silk of her dress as he kissed her with unrestrained fervor. She was taken over by emotions she had not expected to feel again.

Passion. Desire. Need.

When she thought he was a mortal man she had regarded him as a friend, but knowing who he really was somehow changed her view of him completely. He was a Maia, older than time itself, immensely powerful – and she wanted him. 

She had believed that part of her had died with her husband, that she could never feel like this for anyone again. Yet here she was, heart beating fast, her body on fire, wishing Halbrand would rip her clothes off and take her without delay. 

It was as if the centuries of celibacy had created an immense reservoir of dammed up lust that could be unlocked by another key like Adar’s – piercing deep.

He stroked her nipple and she gasped expectantly. That made him stop, swiftly pulling back – as if he was afraid to hurt her.

It struck her he couldn’t know she was a widow, she had never mentioned it. He must think she was untouched.

The thought amused her. If only he knew… 

Well, time to show Halbrand a new side of herself. Grinning impishly, she jumped down from his lap and took his hand, pulling him with her. “Come, I want to show you my lodgings.”

A bit smugly she noticed his cheeks were unusually flushed and that he sounded rather out of breath as he replied: “If you wish.”

When they neared the buildings, she dropped his hand; in time she would tell others about their relationship but it was best to wait until there was no turning back. She knew Elrond would try to talk her out of it, and the king probably would as well. 

But this was her decision to make. She had agreed to be Halbrand’s queen – Sauron’s queen – and she would not back out. Together they could heal Middle-earth, he had said so and she believed him. Darkness and light in perfect harmony. 

She closed the door behind them a bit hurriedly when they arrived, losing no time to wrap her arms around him and resume the broken kiss. 

He was still holding back but she had no patience for that; she wanted his unrestrained passion. An untamed force. Somehow she must lure the tiger out of his den.

It was probably best to be blunt, her usual approach. 

“Halbrand. There is no need to be careful with me; I am not as innocent as you think.”

“No?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“I was married before the war. He never returned.”

His eyes became a bit wary. “I am sorry.”

She couldn’t tell whether he apologized for his part in that war or if it was more of a general condoleance, but it didn’t matter. The past was in the past. This was now – a new beginning.

“It was a long time ago.” Then she repeated: “There is no need to be careful. Your ardor does not frighten me.”

His grip on her waist tightened. “Are you certain?” His eyes didn’t look wary anymore; if anything, she would say they had a dangerous gleam.

She felt an excited thrill. “I am.”

No more had the words left her mouth before Halbrand had pushed her back against the wall, his lips suddenly voracious as he kissed her in a completely different way. The hesitation and restraint was gone and his strong arms and tall frame trapped her, making it impossible to do anything but yield.

The Valar help her, she both loved and hated it. 

“Was he good?” he rasped in her ear, biting her earlobe lightly. 

“Are you jealous?” She let her fingers range across his wide shoulders. His muscles rippled under them.

“Yes.” He pressed his hardness against her. “I want you to be mine. Only mine.”

She was a bit surprised that he would admit it so freely, but she supposed that was how he was. He had never lied to her, never openly deceived her.

“He was. Good, I mean,” she murmured, challenging him.

Halbrand made a deep sound in his throat, something between a growl and a groan. “Damn it, elf!” He had been trying to unfasten the tiny buttons on the back of her dress, now he simply ripped it open in a spray of pearls and slid it down her waist. Bending down to reach, he explored her exposed breast with greedy lips.

“And you,” she managed, her voice nearly drowning in the roar of her rapid pulse. “Were you married?”

“Not formally.” He was attacking her other breast now. “Let us say… my master and I were very close.” His eyes briefly flicked to hers. “At first,” he added.

“So then we both lost our–”

His head whipped back up and he silenced her with a new kiss, an almost angry one. Yet when he finally released her from it she was breathless and more aroused than she had ever been. 

“No more talk of the past.” He added: “No more talk, period. Let us get to it.” His gaze was hard, daring her to show defiance. 

“Fine.” Ignoring her racing heart she softly put her hands on top of his. “But as much as I enjoy this, a bed would be more comfortable.”

That broke the intense moment. He smirked amusedly, eyes crinkling. “An excellent suggestion.” He bowed and offered his arm.

Gathering her ruined dress over her bosom, Galadriel took it, a bit bewildered. It was sometimes hard to keep up with Halbrand’s swift mood changes.

In the bedroom, he sat on the edge of her bed and calmly unlaced his boots as if he was doing his normal bedtime routine. The only odd detail about the scene was the prominent bulge in his pants.

He patted the blanket beside him. “Sit.”

She obeyed, following his example and removing her shoes. “I am not a dog.” 

He smirked again. “I hope so.” Gently pushing her back, he lay next to her, turning his head to meet her eyes. He stroked her cheek, looking serious now. “If you tell me to stop, I will.”

“I know.”

“I would never hurt you.”

“I know,” she said again. But did she really believe it? Perhaps he thought he could always control himself but Galadriel suspected that if driven too far, he would not succeed. Could he be violent, even to her?

In truth, she was not sure.

He gave her a light, sweet kiss. “I think I am in love with you, Galadriel.”

She didn’t know what to reply to that. It was too soon. To sudden.

Her silence didn’t seem to bother him. His smirk returned and he rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed almost playfully. “Well. Time to get to it, yes?”

Looking up at his boyish smile and twinkling eyes, a mane of hair framing his handsome, scruffy features, Galadriel suddenly couldn’t hold back a bubble of laughter. “Yes, let us.”

His grin widened and he pulled his tunic and shirt off in one smooth motion, finally allowing her to set eyes on his ripped torso. Then he did the same with her dress, easing it down all the way this time.

“Your pants,” she urged.

He took them off, exposing his nakedness almost proudly. “Not too bad, eh?”

“So conceited,” she said with mock disapproval. “But I can see why.” She trailed a hand across his chest, a novel experience for her to feel a man’s body hair, and let her lips follow. The heady scent and taste of him filled her senses. “Not too bad, indeed,” she murmured against his heated skin.

Then she fell silent, for Halbrand began to do something with his lips and tongue as well, and that made her mind temporarily shut off. “Ahh…” she breathed, feeling her body go limp. 

It was obvious he had taken her words about her first husband as a challenge to excel, for with talented tongue and fingers he kindled sensations she would have not thought possible. Soon her entire being was on fire, limbs trembling with feverish yearning and her core aching with a need so strong it threatened to make her burst unless she was allowed an outlet.

“Halbrand,” she cried, unable to keep her voice down, and then added a strong mental command. Move away. 

He seemed a bit confused but obeyed without ado, and she nudged him to flip on his back. Quickly scrambling on top, she positioned herself. She met his eyes that had become so dark, so full of admiration and longing, and slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling their bond form. 

He was perfect.

“Finally,” he grunted, closing his eyes as she began to move over him.

“Finally,” she agreed, increasing the pace. 

She reflected that once more the roles were reversed. Once more she was in control, balancing his desire for dominance with her own, equally strong. 

In truth, she was not sure she could control her power either if driven too far, for she too could be violent. Though he was physically stronger, she now knew she had the stronger willpower, and by his baffled, fascinated look he had not expected that.

“My queen,” he mumbled.

“My king…” Pleasure was building fast within her and she chased her release, focus turning inward and mind going blank.

She was not prepared when Halbrand suddenly grasped her thighs and locked her in position.

“Let me go!” She tried to move, desperate to get more friction, but he was too strong. Physically, at least.

“It is my turn.” His eyes glittered and his face was flushed, making him look impossibly attractive. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them over.

With him in control, the pace became faster, harder, more errant, and it was not easy to keep up. Again Galadriel found herself yielding to him, but now it was almost liberating. With his movements he managed to hit all her sweet spots at the same time and she could only lie there and take it; take the gift he was giving to her – and to himself at the same time.

She had reached a plateau, but in the new position her lust grew fast, soon exceeding everything she had previously felt. His deep thrusts unlocked her inner dam, piece by piece, until she let go completely, capitulating to her instincts and to him. 

Borne on wave after wave of unchained passion, her core erupted in spasms of pure bliss. 

Freezing on top of her, Halbrand's breath quickened as her release brought on his, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead. 

His eyes grew large and puzzled. “I had no idea it could feel like this,” he mumbled, almost to himself. “No wonder humans do it so much.”

Galadriel laughed, a wild, purely happy laughter, rare as it was. Wiping her eyes, she kissed him sweetly. Oh, Halbrand. I think I love you too.

He smirked. “Creepy. You have to teach me that mind talk.” And then he was laughing as well, hugging her close. “We are going to have so much fun, Galadriel.”

“We will,” she agreed sleepily.

Not long afterwards they dozed off in each other’s arms, husband and wife. All they needed now was a couple of rings…

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A/N:

So, IRL it’s probably best to run fast from a boyfriend who is violent, jealous, emotionally unstable and sometimes has poor self-control (plus is a Dark Lord who plans to conquer the world), unless one has strong mind control or other powers. But luckily Galadriel has, and lucky us, this is fiction not real life. :D

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