Theringsofpower Stories

To leave Númenor is to bargain with loss.

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Despite the growing tension in the air, Galadriel found herself inexplicably drawn to Circe, her sharp mind and unearthly beauty stirring something within her that she could not ignore. Unbeknownst to Galadriel, her growing feelings for Circe were tainted by the very darkness she sought to destroy, a dangerous allure that threatened to entangle her heart in the same web of deceit that had consumed her before.

A soft, sweet one-shot with our favorite sunshine half-elf. Feelings are brewing, tears are flowing, and festivities are being had in this. <3 Word count: 3.8k Warning(s): none, kissing??, some (lil bit) of spice??? more like suggestive spicy? Themes: Friends to lovers, mutual pining, sort of submissive elrond??? hehehe

"I feel at peace here." Halbrand says simply. But heaviness lies on what he omits. His peace cannot last. "Treasure it for you will depart soon. Your place is in the Southlands, by your people." It's an assertion to herself too. She feels the weight her sentence carries. Reminding him of his duty is a familiar refrain, only now the gravity settles. Now there are people to guide; what they need is a king. "My place is with you." Eregion, after Halbrand is healed. The fate of the rings is decided between stolen kisses and promises.

[ONGOING SERIES] • THE HOBBIT 1-3 • • LOTR 1-3 • LEGOLAS G. X ORIGINAL CHARACTER "Dark to dark and light to dark, three black carriages three white carts... what brings us together is what pulls us apart... gone our brother gone our home-" In the middle of the woods, under the protection of her guardian who always doted on her, a girl uses her abilities for good. Healing animals, tending to the sick. But she does so secretly, because that was the rule. The one and only rule. No one must know, no one must find out. If they did, everything the two had worked for for years would be ruined. But, as her curiosity, which was always something that had to be stifled by her guardian only grew as she got older - and much sooner than he would have liked she kissed him on the cheek, thanked him and bid him farewell. Exploring Middle-Earth was like nothing she could have imagined. It was a whole different world out there, the complete opposite of everything she had learned in the woods. She thrived, and she had never been happier. But then the nightmares returned. They were cruel, keeping her up until long hours into the night, and she soon found the exhaustion in her steps to be so dragging, so disabling that she returned home. Her guardian welcomed her back with open arms, but even with the help of his elixirs, they did not go away. Pain, death, decay. Every night, like a broken record, they played on repeat in her mind. But then, (CONT INDSIDE) ✵ Legolas Greenleaf x Original Character ✵ UPDATES EVERY THURSDAY AEST WARNING: This series contains depictions of violence, gore, and/or death that may be upsetting to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. | 2023 ©inkboundsecrets

"I will fight, if you are with me." He can fight darkness itself. She will demand it, someday. She lifts her chin, but leans closer. "I serve no King."

The crows of Middle-Earth see everything. From the awakening of the Elves to the blackening of the Southlands and the fall of Eregion. In the decaying citadel of Pelargir, Helena Stormcrow walks under the guise of peace. In reality, she seeks to protect the deadly secret which has kept her people powerful for centuries. In the west, Lady Elia, former vice-emissary to Lord Celebrimbor, lives in a self-imposed exile with her hyperpeceptive daughter Sirea--trying to shake away the shadows of what happened in Eregion--until an orc pack drives them from hiding, into Gil-Galad's game. Told from multiple perspectives, Nine of Crows is a slow-burn, deeply haunting epic of grief, love, and political intrigue as secrets take flight in black feathers, and the Nine begin to rise... CONTENT WARNINGS: Violence, several moderately graphic injuries, light romantic affection (hand holding and a kiss with several moments of flirting), heavy themes of trauma, PTSD, depression, and grief. UPDATE: I AM WORKING ON FIXING THE CHAPTERS AS WE SPEAK. I KNOW THEY ARE NOT TITLED RIGHT BECAUSE I LOST COUNT ON WORD. IT'S A WORK IN PROGRESS.

Galadriel and Halbrand share one intimate night during a celebration in Numenor. A little NSFW towards the end, but nothing too explicit. Characters and setting are from The Rings of Power; I own nothing.

(This story is not canon compliant and only partially based on Tolkiens works) Described events are related to those from The Rings of Power and can be historically classified after the first season.

What if Galadriel's greatest secret wasn't a Ring, but a daughter? Madriel Altáriel grew up as a princess of the Wood, protected by the love of Celeborn and the wisdom of her mother. But a glimpse into a silver basin changed everything. Daughter of the Lady of Light. Daughter of the Dark Lord Sauron. The Ring is calling, the Shadow is rising, and Madriel is the only bridge between the two. She will not be his puppet. She will not be their weapon.

If he knew what awaited for him in the Middle Earth, he would have returned sooner. Halbrand is a man with a dark past, but where will his choices lead him? He starts to crave for light in his life when he finds the peace in the eyes of a mysterious young woman he spots in the great port that welcomes the Numenoreans in the Southlands.

Rewriting the final scene of Galadriel and Halbrand in the last episode of season 1 of The Rings of Power. Galadriel just found out that her friend Halbrand is actually her worst enemy Sauron. He makes her an alluring offer. What's the wisest choice? For the best of Middle Earth? And maybe for her own ambitions?

"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." "𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭." ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ in which a naive sea elf finds herself suddenly out of her depth and falling in love around every corner [ genuinely no clue who the endgame is. it'll depend on how future seasons of the rings of power show goes ]

"You are King of the Southlands now, you bear responsibility to your people. They expect you to forge alliances, focus on rebuilding, choose trusted advisors, lead." "And wed." - The Southlands celebrate, Galadriel wishes she could rejoice. Haladriel AU

When Adar, Father of the Orcs, survives the betrayal of his Children thanks to Galadriel, the two start a dangerous journey exploring the power of the Elven Ring Nenya, while an unusual connection seems to bond their mind and souls. If you enjoy Tolkien-like adventures and old-fashioned romance (and you miss Adar from Rings of Power) you will 100% like my story. It starts from Adar's final scene in Episode 8 Season 2 of the series, that I changed with an unexpected turn. The main characters of this story are not mine, all the credit goes to The Rings of Power show.

Alone for so many years in the tumultuous world of the First and Second Ages, Celebrimbor, Son of Curufin, has found solace and purpose in his craft. Yet strife with his cousin Galadriel, the High King Gil-Galad, and his lieutenant Elrond Peredhel, brew beneath the surface. Orcs still roam and the elven kingdoms are small strongholds in a vast land, though tentative peace reigns over the West of Middle Earth. Though content in his work and as leader of the guild of smiths the Gwaith-i-Mirdain, Celebrimbor's life changes with the arrival of the mysterious Annatar, who offers him his heart's desire. And in the East, the quiet rumble of evil begins anew, turning the heads of all free peoples of Middle Earth. Suddenly caught amidst a storm of light and shadow, good and evil, self and purpose, Celebrimbor must look within to find his strength. And there, at the centre of his passion and hope, lies an idea; an idea for Three Rings, an idea that will shape the next Ages of all Arda. Welcome all those from the dumb Amazon show!! Canon compliant with J.R.R. Tolkien's The Silmarillion and other works. I strive for complete historical accuracy with the stories I write of. Gore, death, battle, and eventual torture. Please be warned of potential triggers.

"Where were you?" Halbrand whispered. "One moment I'm looking at the bloodied sky and the next you're out of my sight. I called for you. I called," he swallowed, "and cried and begged for you to be safe." Galadriel turned away, lest he see her glistening eyes. Let the night be over, for she couldn't bear this. "I survived. I always do," she answered bitterly.