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Only a day since Galadriel was taken hostage by Sauron and her wrists were red and bleeding by that night. Her multiple attempts at getting rid of the chains around both her wrists and ankles weren’t as successful as she expected. Whatever material Sauron had put in the chains restraining her clearly had the intention of causing her as much pain as possible.
Galadriel’s ankles were about to suffer the same fate her wrists were going through, but she refused to stop trying. As long as Sauron was out there, manipulating, scheming, destroying – nothing would stop her. Except the chains, apparently. Galadriel gave herself a break, a small moment to let her skin bleed in peace, to think. Even if that brought her nothing but pain.
Very fond memories arose in her mind every time she took a look at her surrounding, many memories which had turned sour ever since she discovered Halbrand’s real identity. Halbrand, the one she thought king of the Southlands. The one who fought by her side, the one being she had related with the most in her very long and immortal existence.
Of course Galadriel would rather slice her own tongue rather than admit that out loud. Shame ate her from the inside every time she acknowledged to herself that she caught feelings for him – for Sauron. Even worse, that those feelings might still be there. Buried underneath hate and resentment, underneath the urge to stab him every time their eyes met.
As if he read her thoughts, Galadriel felt Sauron’s presence stepping closer to her. She didn’t even hear his steps or heard his voice, her mind just knew he was there. Sauron paid her plenty of visits to her since Ar-Pharazôn freed him and allowed him to become his trusted advisor. Something Galadriel tried to prevent, but miserably failed every attempt to do so.
Galadriel knew she would never be welcome in Númenor again after they joined her to go to war in Middle-earth the first time. Perhaps with Tar-Míriel an agreement might be possible, even getting her way out, but Ar-Pharazôn refused to let her out. And with Sauron whispering manipulation in his ear, Galadriel had it more than tough if she wanted to escape.
All of the options she had thought of either didn’t work or weren’t viable. It killed to know her friends and family were out there, fighting and trying to prevent more death after what happened in Eregion, and she was unable to help. Even worse, that she was under Sauron’s mercy – the same being she had desperately been trying to kill for years.
Galadriel wondered how long will it take for Númenor to suffer the same fate Eregion did. Under Sauron’s command, it couldn’t be too long. She hated that Sauron occupied so many of his thoughts, and hated even more that some of those thoughts weren’t as negative as the rest of them. That some of them were dedicated to miss the Sauron she met. Halbrand.
A few minutes went by since Sauron, disguised as Halbrand as he always did specifically when he went to see Galadriel and nothing else, stood in front of the cell where Galadriel was held hostage, simply watching. Perhaps obsessively so. He didn’t speak, even if she was convinced that he had something to say – Sauron always had something to say.
“I know you find delight in the sight of me in chains, but you could at least spare me of having to see your face on a daily basis.” Galadriel broke the ice then, sitting against the cell’s wall and looking anywhere but at Sauron.
“I find delight in the sight of you, chained or not.” Sauron let a dark chuckle before continuing. “Though I admit your angry self is so very attractive to witness.”
“Shut your mouth and leave me alone.”
“I don’t think you’re in the position to give me any orders, Galadriel.”
“Do not dare to say my name.” She hissed. “Go away.”
“I would not mind taking orders from you in other situation.” Sauron got a little closer to the cell. “Not this one, though.”
Sighing out of both fury and desperation, Galadriel stood up and faced him, the chains grinding against the hard floor. “Why are you here?” She spit hatred with every word. “You could be whispering more lies to Ar-Pharazôn destroying this place as you did with Eregion, but you come down here to bother me instead.”
“I already told you, Galadriel.” Sauron emphasized her name just to get on her nerves a little more. “Seeing you is a pleasure I have not yet enjoyed lately, so I’m taking advantage of it now that you’re here.”
“As if I had the chance to be anywhere else.”
“You could be, if you accepted my offer.”
Galadriel huffed, not believing Sauron had the audacity to bring that up again. “I thought you already were past that.” She tried to hide the small hiss escaping her lips when the chains tightened around her wounded wrists when she crossed her arms. “Everything you said were lies, stop pretending you were being honest.”
“Everything I said to you that day was true.” Sauron frowned, seeming genuinely offended. “I still do not wish to harm you and wish you would rule Middle-earth by my side.”
Galadriel decided to not comment on the proposal thing. “If you would not wish to harm me, you would set me free instead of keeping me caged, watching as I keep bleeding.”
“You wouldn’t bleed if you didn’t struggle so much against the chains.”
Galadriel looked down at the small drops of blood falling down her hands. “Do not tell me what to do.”
Sauron took a deep breath as his fingers moved around one of the cell’s bars. “Allow me to heal you.”
“No.” Galadriel immediately took a step back. “Go back to your scheming and let me bleed alone.”
“Galadriel.” Sauron rolled his eyes. “As much as I enjoy your stubbornness, leave it behind for now.”
“You are the one who should leave.” She bit her lower lip out of pain when the chains around her uncles tightened as she tried to step back again. “Go away.” She whispered, her tone almost desperate, unable to meet his eyes.
Despite all of his ugly emotions, Sauron was being truthful about not wishing to harm her. Something inside his chest tightened at seeing her so wounded, almost defeated. Whatever it was, he wanted it to stop. “Perhaps I could set you free.” He took a key from his pocket, fidgeting with it for a few seconds before making it disappear.
Galadriel’s eyes scanned Sauron’s expression, as if trying to make sure he wasn’t trying to manipulate her. She despite that she knew his mind – that she knew he wasn’t lying when he said that. That despite everything, her mind and body longed for him still. Shame, lust and a terribly desperate affection wanted her to let Sauron in, to let him help.
“In exchange for what?” Galadriel didn’t need more after seeing how quickly lust grew in Sauron’s eyes. “Never.”
“So be it, then.” Sauron shrugged, not surprised at her reaction. “I will do as you wish and leave you be.” He paused, turning around. “For now.”
Wait. Galadriel didn’t care that her wrists bled and her wound was made bigger than it already was when she reached for Sauron. She didn’t care that she was reaching for him in the first place, which should have alarmed her, made her feel ashamed. What left Galadriel frozen in place more than anything else was that her lips hadn’t called for him. Her mind had.
Sauron didn’t move, slowly turning back to look at her, reading the shock in her expression and not bothering to hide the smirk on his face. Her instincts in that desperate situation had been to reach for him, to call his mind from hers. I’m waiting, Sauron responded from his own mind to hers, no words leaving his mouth until she gathered the will to speak again.
“I will let you have what you want.” Galadriel bitterly spat the words. “If you agree to my conditions.”
“You’re putting conditions to my conditions.” Sauron laughed. “You never cease to amuse me.”
A hint of delight appeared in Galadriel’s eyes – one she quickly tried to hide. There was a very twisted satisfaction in knowing she had so much power over Sauron, out of all beings. “Take or leave it.”
He knew more than well that there was little he wouldn’t agree to if in exchange she would allow him to touch her. “I’m listening.”
“A taste from me is all you will get.” Galadriel started, daring to approach him as much as the chains allowed her to. “So do not try to push it.”
Sauron seemed to think about it for a second when in reality there was little to think about. “Very well.”
In the blink of an eye, Sauron had disappeared from the other side of the cell and was in front of Galadriel, towering over her with his hands behind his back. He knew Galadriel would take a step back and didn’t move an inch when she did, giving her a moment before what was about to come. She was beautiful in his eyes, even when she gazed at him with hatred.
“I need to break free of these chains first.” Galadriel tended
“Now you are the one who should not push it.” Sauron’s hands took her wrists, carefully checking the wounds. “The chains stay on, but stay still.”
Despite her wish to kick him when he was within her reach, Galadriel didn’t move, her eyes catching the slightest spark on his fingers before the blood in her hands and every wound around her wrists was gone. Just a quick stinging sensation was left, but nothing else. She would scold Sauron in other situation, tell him she didn’t want his magic to heal her.
Though right there and then, Galadriel was bargaining for her freedom. It was smarter to not say a word. “Will you just get on with it and let me free?”
“You act as if you don’t want this.”
“Because I do not.” Galadriel hissed, her body tense, waiting.
“The only one who believes that lie is yourself.” One of Sauron’s hands grabbed Galadriel’s face, their lips inches apart as he spoke. “I know you have wanted me to take you before you knew who I am, and desperately try to hide the fact that you want the same now that you know it. And also, that among all the forms I’ve presented myself as, this one is the one you’re the most attracted to.” He paused. “You can call me Halbrand if it makes you feel better.”
Galadriel decided it was best for the time being that she simply didn’t try to debate his statements – that would only complicate things for her if Sauron changed his mind. And deep, very deep inside, she knew he was right. “You will not take me.”
“I will not, as much I hate to say it.” Sauron’s thumb parted her lower lip. “A taste of you is all I get, I haven’t forgotten about it.”
“Then just get it over with.”
“Why do you keep fighting against your own desires?” Halbrand looked directly into her eyes. “You want power, you want to be heard and respected, even feared.”
Galadriel’s breath hitched. “You do not know what you’re talking about.”
“You know I do.” Sauron’s stare became even more intense. “I understand you better than anyone, no matter how hard you try to deny it.”
“Stop.” Galadriel felt it. Sauron was looking into her mind, uncovering her deepest desires, the most shameful ones, the most lustful ones. “Do what we agreed on, and let me go.”
“I will set you free,” Sauron’s breath hit Galadriel’s lips. “But let me have my time with you before that.”
Galadriel hated that her instincts were screaming for her to wrap her hands around his neck, to pull him closer, to feel his body against hers. It was maddening. Her skin felt like it was starting to burn when Sauron kissed her, not wasting time, one of his hands moving from her face to her chest, squeezing her breasts and toying with her nipples through her clothing.
A small sound left Galadriel’s lips against her will, but she didn’t stop him. Even if she did, there was no use in trying to fight him or try to steal the key from him, the chains were tight around her wrists and ankles. So she let herself be kissed and manhandled by him, secretly basking into the sensation of his hands on her skin, both shame and pleasure growing inside her.
“On your knees, Galadriel.” Sauron’s whisper sounded too gentle for a command.
Swallowing her pride, Galadriel did as she was told, despising the delight in Sauron’s eyes when his fingers lifted her chin, making her look up at him. He knelt down with her soon after, a hand pushing on her chest, silently ordering her to lie down. She had no option but to obey him again, the hard and cold surface of cell’s floor being the last of her concerns.
Fighting against her instincts, Galadriel wanted to ran her hands through Sauron’s hair when he began kissing her neck, then her chest, then her stomach, his eyes on hers every second of it. His dilated pupils and hot skin were little compared to what his gaze displayed, want and lust and possessiveness all across his features – and Galadriel couldn’t look away.
“Lift your dress, Galadriel.” Sauron’s hands and lips began worshipping Galadriel’s bare legs the moment she did as she was told. “I could be here all day, telling you how precious you are in my eyes, how perfect.” He grabbed one of her thighs a bit too forcefully before getting rid of her underwear and placing both of her legs on his shoulders, not caring about the heavy chains around her ankles. “If you just allowed me to, I know you wish for it.”
Biting her lower lip so hard it would most likely bruise, Galadriel’s hands flew to his head and pushed his face between her legs, refusing to hear more of it. Of the truth. “Shut up.”
Sauron didn’t waste a second, eating her out like a starving animal. His warm tongue didn’t stop for a moment, his nails scratching one of her thighs while he kept his free arm wrapped around the other one. There was little Galadriel could to hide the fact that she was enjoying every moment of it. Her flushed face, her pants and moans, her fingers gripping his hair.
Meeting Sauron’s gaze was the worst she could’ve done, because it was impossible to look away. She knew it would happen, but opened her eyes to meet his anyway. She should want it to stop, to despise what was happening – that was what she convinced herself of. With Sauron’s tongue between her legs, her mind kept pushing those thoughts away.
Before Galadriel knew it, she was thrusting her hips against his mouth, allowing herself to feel him without shame, without running away from all the guilt and temptation. She didn’t care that she was dripping for him, that she didn’t want him to stop, that she had moaned loud enough to be heard when Sauron’s thumb began rubbing her clit in fast motions.
The chains around Galadriel’s ankles rattled with every movement, the cold and hard material hitting his shoulders and slightly bruising them – though Sauron didn’t seem to care. It seemed like he enjoyed that she was restrained, the pain from chains being a small price to pay for it and turning into the good kind of pain the longer Sauron kept going on.
Galadriel’s eyes rolled to the back of her head when she reached her limit, her body shaking so aggressively that Sauron had to place one of his hands on her stomach and pushed down, the movements of his tongue not ceasing to move until her body gave up, lying down in post-orgasmic bliss, her eyes closed, her breath slowing down with each second.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Sauron looked up at her, taking in the sight of Galadriel lying in front of him for as long as he could. She had imagined her that way many times, lying in a bed next to him after he had taken her, a world in which Galadriel had accepted his proposal and became his queen, his precious Lady of Light.
Pulling her dress back down when she regained her strength and her mind wasn’t clouded by lust anymore, Galadriel refused to meet Sauron’s eyes. “The keys.”
Sauron expected her coldness, so there was no disappointment there. Her pink cheeks and heavy breath were satisfying enough for him, for the time being. “Here, the smaller ones are for the chains.” He took them from his pocket and threw them on the floor near Galadriel. “I’ll make sure no guards check these cells until tomorrow morning, so be quick.”
“I will slice your throat if you sneak on me.” Galadriel threatened while getting rid of the chains around her wrists first thing.
“Contrary to what you think, I do not take pleasure in betraying you.” Sauron watched as she tried to keep a reasonable distance. Either to avoid the urge to stab him or to avoid temptation. Most likely both at once, though Galadriel would only recognize the first one.
“Allow me to not believe you.” Galadriel checked her ankles once she set them free, who were wounded but not hurt enough to prevent her from walking.
Though Sauron noticed the way Galadriel hissed when she stood up. She resisted when he walked towards her, catching her wrists when she was about to push him away. “Stay still.”
“That is not what–!” Galadriel began, alarmed.
“I’m not trying to keep you here.” Sauron clarified. “Give me a moment, I have something for you.”
Some of Galadriel’s distrust lessened when he took a dagger he had been hiding in one of his boots – though she got her guard down enough to not be quick enough to retired her feet when Sauron quickly moved her hand over them, healing the small wounds in her ankles in the blink of an eye. There was that stinging sensation again, which lasted a second.
“Stop using your magic on me.” Galadriel protested, stepping away.
Sauron chuckled, her lips curving into a bittersweet yet satisfied smirk as he tended the dagger to her. “Take this and leave.”
Galadriel took it in a swift movement and gave Sauron one last look before opening the cell, pausing before finally leaving. “Goodbye, Halbrand.”
Though when Sauron turned around to look at her, Galadriel was already gone.