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Between the shadow and the soul

Summary:

Queen Galadriel finally has her greatest enemy, the King of Mordor , in the depth of her
Dungeons...

Notes:

Sort of fictitious middle ages AU with some hints of rop canon
but it's rather ambiguous

--- disclaimer : written before! the season finale&Annatar😶..
it's not a very fleshed out fic, more like a vision&concept.. story (mainly because I didn't have enough capacities due to my health issues:(( 🫠 but was stubborn to write something anyway 🥲 :D)
This Galadriel is based on young Galadriel /show Galadriel, and their dynamics builds on the idea that they did have a real connection.. whatever it may be
enjoy!

PS: the title is from a Pablo Neruda poem. ( precisely it's the title , I just borrowed it:-)

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Chapter 1

Notes:

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Chapter Text



 

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In the deepest cell of Queen Galadriel dungeons, alone in the dark, is a man hunched down - with metal shackles around his ankles and wrists,a cuff around his neck  -

.. staring into nothingness with eyes empty , his young face worn and full of woundings.. old and fresh.

(He couldn't tell if it's day or night if the moonlight wouldn't break through the little cracklike window holes high on the walls..)

 

The echo of steps brake the long dead silence..

" What do I owe the honor that the great Galadriel herself visits me in my humble dwelling? " - he calls out, sitting upright, when the light of a torch let him see the one who's nearing.A cloaked figure. 

 They step forward, hand reaching to reveal their face.

It's indeed the Queen Galadriel, but her head is only crowned now with braids, her golden hair falls around her instead of a veil.. 

She regards him with a look of distain, while putting down the torch, before replying.

" I needed to see myself what you've become " - she says,  stepping nearer to the pitiful place where he sits on the ground. - " the proud king broken, like a piece-of-wood."

He lets out a raspy laugh (what sounds more like coughing)

" You think I'm broken?! "

" You will be-soon. " - she says matter of fact ,anger flashing in her eyes -  "And until .. it pleases me enough that you are right where I want you to be" - she looks him down slowly - "at my feet, On a leash  like a dog you are. " she spats staring him in the eyes.

He glares at her , but stays quiet. And the corner of her mouth tugs up a bit for a moment, her eyes glinting with victory, but in a snap, her face turns cold and scornful again.

 " Now tell me oh bountiful king of the Southlands ,will you still hold your tongue or finally see reason and answer my inquiries? "

" I might be a dog , but not your dog, oh terrible queen.. " he says on a monotone tone while staring at his loosely chained hands. "I have nothing to say. Not now, not ever." he adds, dragging the last words with calm defiance,now with eyes bored into hers.

" You will answer me, Abhorred! " - she snaps, hovering over near him.

His jaw clenches and he rakes down his eyes then, nostrils flaring.

There is a fragment of stillness in the air for a moment,  but it shatters in the next as

he lunges forward, grabbing her by clasping his arms around her legs

and yanks her to him in one harsh movement.

 

 

⚔️🏵️  to be continued.... 🏵️⚔️

Notes:

This actually kinda got out of hand at some point as I originally intended to write like three to four paragraphs but then couldn't stop myself.. 😅👀
hope you found it , if nothing else, at least a little entertaining;)

I wonder what's coming next😉