The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

The Black Witch - Part 11 - Sauron x Reader

Elanor, Eglantine, Lissuin, and Anemones; she could smell them all. The Black Witch breathing in the heady aroma of the flower, before slowly opening her eyes.

She was in a garden; a garden even more beautiful than those of Imladris. The bed beneath her, upon which she had woken, was of the softest, greenest moss; and the sounds of a nearby, slowly flowing stream filled her ears, as she got to her feet. The witch finding that she was no longer dressed in her dark travelling clothes and armour; but in a long flowing pale gown, that she recognised, just as she recognised the garden.

"We shared our first kiss here; do you recall...........?" A voice enquired from behind her. (Y/n) refusing to turn; to look at the image she knew that she would see. Instead focusing on the wonders before her, and the plump little bumblebees, that flew from one perfect bloom to the next.

"It is not something that I can forget; no matter how hard I try.........." (Y/n) replied. Her heart beating a little quicker, as she felt him come up behind her; his arm slipping slowly around her waist.

"And why would you want to forget? We were so in love, you and I; and we could be again, (Y/n). All you have to do is say the word. All you have to do is offer yourself to me, as you used to, and I will welcome you back, with open arms. I will make you my queen, the queen of the whole of Middle-earth, and together we will rule for all eternity........." The voice continued. The witch closing her eyes, as she felt his lips touch the skin of her neck.

Of course she could remember how in love they had been. She could recall every last exquisite moment of being with him. Of how his body had felt when they lay together; how he had made her feel as though she was the most wonderful of creations. And she had wanted nothing more than to be with him; to spend every moment of her life, in his arms. To give him all the love that she possessed. To surrender her everything to him. Yet despite his words, his loving touches and all his promises; despite how much he had sworn that he wanted her and nothing more, it had all been a lie. For even though Eru had created Mairon to be good and trustworthy; his greatest virtues being the fact that he had a love for order and perfection, and a distaste for anything that was deemed wasteful; it had been these traits that had led him away from her. Away from the path of light, of all that the Maia had been created for, and held dear. Mairon's desire to dominate the minds and wills of all creatures that inhabited the world, under the notion that it was for their own benefit, pushed him to seek to increase his own natural power. The being that he became, one that she could no longer love, despite how much her heart had tried to cling to the notion that she could bring Mairon back to her. Yet when he had left Valinor and openly declared his allegiance to Melkor, she knew that she had lost him, forever.

"You are as beautiful today, as the day I first lay my eyes on you, my beloved. As perfect. There is no one better than you to be the queen of the world that I could create with you by my side..........Just agree to join me, and all will be forgiven.........Just surrender.........." His voice now deeper, sweeter, more seductive than it had been before, as she felt his mouth against her ear. His strong hands pushing the gown from her shoulders.

"Queen...........and what would I be queen of..........? Nothing more than a dark desolate wasteland filled with choking air and ash. A world bereft of beauty and light, of any happiness or love; its peoples nothing but slaves under the choke of you and the foul creatures that take your orders." The witch retorted, before pulling away and turning to look at him. The creature before her appearing as the man that she had once adored; that she would have once given her life to be with. He as Mairon, as beautiful, as glorious as he had been when he held her heart in the palm of his hands. But she knew that it was a dream, a fiction. What had once been the Maia she had loved more than anything, had died long ago; now all that was left was Sauron. And no matter how he tried to make it appear otherwise, that was all he was.

"There will be no surrender. I will never give myself to you, Sauron. I will never be your queen............"

"And whom then would you give yourself to......? The elf.....? The son of Gondor.........The heir of Isildur..........? Does he want you, just as Isildur himself wanted you........? If you refuse to join me, they will all die. I will not allow the heir to take his throne; to take what is rightfully mine. So, you have two choices, you either join me, or you die with them.........." He growled at her, as he stalked towards her; roughly grabbing hold of her arms. His dark eyes looking deep into hers.

"Then..........I choose to die with them..........." (Y/n) growled back, before she once more pulled away from his grasp. The scene around her; the beautiful garden gone; the face of Mairon, gone, replaced by Sauron, and the heat of Mount Doom.

"So be it..........." Sauron called out angrily. The witch quickly raising the staff that she felt in her hand, as the Dark Lord raised a sword and brought it down upon her. The vast expanse of the Mount, filling with a brilliant white light, as the two weapons clashed.