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seraibagel.bsky.social
@mmirageof.bsky.social has written me a gift fic for the @haladrielxchange.bsky.social!Genuinely cannot wait to get cozy in bed tonight to gobble it up!Thank you!!✨♥️
#haladrielficexchange #tropfic #haladrielfanfiction
To be seen wanting (is to really be seen)

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March 25, 2025 at 3:25 PM
seraibagel.bsky.social
I’ve written for the @haladrielxchange.bsky.social this year, and I’m so excited!
Lots of angst! #tropfic #haladriel #haladrielficexchange #haladrielfanfiction

Galadriel & Sauron are forced to face what once was between them,as well as what could be in the future.
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Made Of Adamant. - ItIsDarkWithinTheLight - The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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March 25, 2025 at 1:49 PM
elrondoflindon.bsky.social
“Master Cirdan, I cannot wear this…” Fear makes him forget that Cirdan prefers not to use any kind of titles or honorifics between them.
(...)

A good moment to remind you that this friendly fic exists 🌊🍃 Still embarrassed to think of it 💦 But also flattered 🥺

#cirdan #elrond #tropfic #cirdrond
April 15, 2025 at 4:02 PM
catherloki.bsky.social
Blah blah the Ainur can't take the shape of their opposite (i.e. if they're male they always present as male) but have you considered that it would make an accidental Third Age AU camping trip with your Best Enemy really fucking funny?

#WIP #myfic #TROPfic
It had been centuries since Sauron had taken a softer shape, and it was not a form he could hold for long. He’d imagined it while watching over Aragorn slumber, his mind brushing the edges of the ranger’s uneasy dreams. But the idea had lodged deeper and he couldn’t resist, considered it a jape. This mortal was clever. Through the fog of sleep, he would surely realise quickly. “Aragorn,” Sauron soothed, the higher feminine voice scratchy within his throat. Aragorn stirred, eyelids fluttering open as he lifted his cheek from the back of his hand. He sat up, steadying himself with a stretch of his other arm and still blinking the world into focus. It was subtle, the way his face flicked through a range of emotions. First the slight raise of his mouth, a ghost of a smile, then his eyes darting from the face he loved to the dark of the forest about him, the only light an orange glow upon a pile of stone and wood. The anger arrived quickly, a shadow descending until he launched his weight into the one who dared to mock by wearing her fair shape. Purple and white silks swirled as Sauron made a half hearted attempt to fight but he let Aragorn have this one, accepting the hands that closed around his neck and the spittle that splashed against his face. “I suppose you think this is funny?” Aragorn snarled, the whites of his eyes wide with rage. “I merely wished to comfort you,” Sauron replied through Arwen’s lips, breath catching as Aragorn squeezed hard enough to crush his windpipe. “Change back!” Sauron sighed, the rush of enjoying his enemy’s anger rapidly fading into disappointment. It had been far too easy. His skin shimmered and grew taller and broader, remaining in Elf-form, Arwen’s long raven locks shortening into the sleek blond of Annatar.
May 20, 2025 at 9:48 PM