The door clicked shut behind Sauron, and instantly his smile faded from his handsome face, twisting into a skeptical smirk.
Galadriel stood, fully clothed, her hands clutched in fists at her side. Her eyes shone clear and cold blue, icy in color and in anger. "My lord," she hissed, "I demand for you to answer the question you promised me on the mountain before you stole my power."
"Borrowed," he interjected. "Enhanced, amplified…"
But Galadriel's nostrils just flared. "You may have been hoping I would forget, but I assure you I do not. You promised me a question. One question, answered truthfully. As I answered yours."
"I do not think you will take as much pleasure in my answer as I did yours," he purred, closing the distance to wrap her tightly in his arms.
She fought his embrace, twisting and writhing against him, but he held on tightly. And even now, so close to his body, her own still ignited in desire for more.
"Do you dare to ask your question, even if you may not like the answer?" He whispered in her ear, dragging his lips over them, as he had done so many times before.
"Only a guilty conscience would ask me such a question," she bit. Her eyes narrowed to pointed slits, sharp enough to kill a man. "But tell me, are you breeding more Orcs beyond that Dead Forest?"
The pressure around her built until she gave up resisting his hold. "Yes," he replied, quietly with a hint of pride he could not conceal. "Fiercer than any before, crafted by our mutual enemy turned ally, Adar, though I suspect you already knew this."
"Out of my own devices, yes," Galadriel countered, that defiant angle to her chin. "And If it were not for my own abilities, you would not have told me."
"You believe that? That I would conceal an army worthy of defending you forever?"
"I do not want to be defended by their kind," she spat, finally dipping from his hold and pushing him backwards. She watched him stagger with vengeful pride, even if it felt as though he allowed it.
Sauron shook his head slowly, a seductive smile on his lips. His hands reached for her, caressing her arms, sending that heat of his touch that singed the skin beneath her dress. "You wanted this, Galadriel. You chose to touch the darkness. You came here, you took me, my body, my magic… I am only ensuring the protection of our realm, my protection of you, as its queen"
"I will never be the queen of a realm defended by orcs, never the queen of a king who shrouds his true self behind glamours and magic. You convinced me you were not dark, your people making a living, peaceful alliances made before your throne…. You lied as you said you were not like Morgoth…"
"I am still a far cry from Morgoth," he sneered, he shouted as his hands clutched her shoulders. "Besides, armies are required for more than conquering and ruling. For what if your kind decides to lay siege to my lands," he scowled. "They are treacherous though they cannot see past their own idea of their self importance. They abandoned you before, why should they not try to destroy you further once they witness how far you will rise with me? Even you, great Commander, cannot deny the idiocy of a kingdom without an army."
Her nostrils flared, focusing on her hatred and away from how her body longed to soften under his touch. She forced the sternest, most enraged flare up at him. "Then why hide them? Why conceal their creation with magic, keeping me from whole sections of the land you say I will one day rule?"
Sauron's stare was steady, his strength and power flowing and straining beneath his touch. He took a breath, leaning in so close to her ear, his face dragged the stubble of his beard against her cheek. And he knew she swallowed a moan of pleasure. His lips whispered in her ear, "When the time is right, you will welcome such a force at your command, Galadriel."
She swallowed, biting her cheek to keep from thinking of how his gaze seemed to undress her as he smirked, so close to her body. A flutter of cooling magic ripples from her ring, an ice cold reminder of her mission. A pulse of light shoved him back, his boots skidding across the floor with a screech. Galadriel's hand still glowing with light, a light stronger now that it drew on his splinter of power. a flick of her hair, and she drew herself to her full height. "And what other secrets have you been hiding? What other foul sins have you kept?" She panted. "I know I have seen your dungeons in your mind, I have felt the presence of my kin calling for salvation. Who do you have locked away from the light in your dungeons?"
His hand reached for her, pausing midair as a pulse covered her, blanketing her in power to immobilize her where she stood. "Ah, there it is, I shouldn't wonder. You elves must always have some higher mission, some savior-minded task to fulfill. You come to rescue the lost, save the prisoners, is that it? At last, all is revealed why you, of all your kind, would be given a ring of such power if they cast you off. You did not enter my lands weaponless. Your ring was alway problematic," he ran his hand along her back, slowing its touch over the swell of her ass, which he gripped tightly in his hand. "Fortunately, I've planted the seeds to separate your will from hers entirely. You cannot prevent the spark of desire I've kindled in you, the flame of lust that quickens your core, even now as you are at my mercy."
"Let me go," she spat every word with effort.
Sauron turned his head, his gaze askew, as if considering. "No," came his cold reply as he turned his heated state back upon her fully. "No, you will complete the binding rites this day. You will become my Dark Queen," he lowered his gaze, filled only with hardness and darkness, "or you will join your brethren in the pits of my dungeon, and…. no," he shook his head slowly. "No, your light is far too tantalizing to have it disappear forever in that dark. I have great need of it." His cold half-smile turned his lip. "No, you will not suffer as they do, I give you my mercy. You will come to remember how you crave my power, my touch, even if you should forget your desire and affection for me in this moment." He laughed but once. "After all, we are both ageless beings are we not? I have all the time in this age and the next for you to change your mind once more."
"You wish to use me for my body, my light," she hissed.
"Perhaps that was not my original intent, but if that is what you wish…. As if you did not plan to use me for my power to free traitors and worse," he spat, a steely spark to his eyes as he folded his arms before him. "All you have left is to decide how willingly you will join me, for join me you shall…"
And how are we handling turns of events now, Dear Readers? What will be decided?
Will she be willing, or unwilling?
In fairness, I haven't made up my mind yet…