Two Rings. Two intertwined souls. And one fading life.
To save Galadriel, Halbrand will have to resort to a solution that will shock even himself, and someone will have to pay the ultimate price… How easily does naivety become a tool in the hands of a monster? And will Galadriel ever discover whose life bought her own?
“You named it a consummation in your bedroom,” she pouts.
“Yes, you are mine. And I am yours. But only you can take the final journey. All I must do is wait.”
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Galadriel has a date with destiny. But first, she meets more of Dol Guldur’s ghostly residents (and there’s also some bonus smut.)
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This is a fic I thought I would never actually finish. I recognise that it’s quite niche (it’s a Modern AU heavily influenced by another book—and films and TV show—and idk, there’s just a little less love for Annatar in this ship for some reason) but in November I felt like such a failure I was close to permanently deleting it!
So I’m quite proud I actually managed to finish another WIP. And I thought I’d link it here as well in case there’s some previous readers hanging around who believed I’d abandoned it.
Are there still Haladriels on Tumblr? Raise your hands if you see this post and still want to be my friend after this long hiatus…
I left Tumblr, but I never stopped writing <3 So if you feel like catching up… Here’s chapter 10 (NSFW) of One.
As Galadriel threaded her fingers through Sauron’s hair, she quickly realized that his hair didn’t feel like Halbrand’s hair under her finger; it was thicker and lacked the man’s beautiful curls. It was only when Sauron broke their kiss that she was forced to see he had switched Halbrand’s face with Annatar, whom Sauron knew she hated fiercely. She couldn’t hide her disgust, leading him to sneer,
“Did you not say you wanted me? If you really do, you have to take me… All of me.”
The Orcs kill Adar, and Galadriel meets Sauron again, but he unexpectedly allows her to leave with the Nine Rings. At least, that is what she thinks.
Sauron is still in her head. He haunts her dreams, poisons her memories, and promises to make her deepest, forbidden desires a reality. Then Galadriel chooses the only path left to her…
In a war of minds, there is no escape, because there are only more circles of illusion. I give you a story about what happens when your greatest enemy is the only truth you desire, and your own body becomes a prison that he controls.
When hatred and desire have the same taste… how can you find the difference between dream and reality?
Galadriel stiffens, perceiving a drop in temperature and knuckles running against her lower back. At first, she sees nothing, blinks once or twice with her gaze fixed upon the mirror.
He appears then, almost like he has been standing behind her for a while, his eyes meeting hers in the glass.
She doesn’t speak, smiles weakly as she resists turning her head, choosing instead to observe his reflection. This time, he’s clad in casual daytime attire. His charcoal trousers match his waistcoat, and the white shirt below the latter opens at the throat. Galadriel knows little about how men dressed a century ago, but something tells her a gentleman would rarely be seen without a full collar and tie. Especially not by an unmarried woman.
To her eyes, he wears his sleeves a little too modern, rolled up to the elbows in a way that she feels would scandalise a young lady in her current position. His hair remains loose, as usual, cascading over his broad shoulders and back.
Slowly, with deliberate precision, he sweeps her hair to the side and tenderly strokes between her shoulders, down to the base of her spine. He begins to snap the fastenings together at her back, fingers often lingering on her bare flesh. Words still do not pass between them. He simply holds her gaze in their reflection, one hand snaking around her waist while he continues to work.
Galadriel’s heart is heavy in her ribcage, pounding so fast she wonders how he doesn’t hear it.
Finally, Annatar speaks. “You’re thinking too much.”
“It’s not the same,” Galadriel replies sadly. “I don’t have a corset.”
“Does it matter?” he snaps, reaching for the final studs. “I’ll be having you out of this soon, either way.”
“Remember, my love, it’s all for you,” says Annatar, as though he reads her thoughts. “Death will never prevent us from enjoying one another.”
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Galadriel succumbs to a very thorough seduction. The house continues to mess with both Galadriel and Nori.
(The Haunting of Hill House inspired Modern AU)
Happy Halloween! 🎃 👻
This is the last completed chapter I have, and it seems appropriate to sign off Hellghoul Week with it because the House is truly getting its claws into Galadriel…
I’ve got quite a lot of Chapter Four written so hopefully shouldn’t be too long. Hopefully.