Something deep inside her warmed, as though through their magic that had mixed and mingled so much, she could sense his approach. He was coming.
Her ring gave a pulse of magic, one that raced with an ice cold rush, swirling over the flows of his dark magic that retrained her. His control over her magic, whatever spell had muted it for the time, was wearing thin, and Nenya took no time to push against it, unweaving its loosening threads.
"Remember," Galadriel whispered to her ring, "we must heal, not antagonize for the time." She gave a push of her will down her arm, the tingling of her magic slowing in response.
The voice rumbled in her mind, "If you think it wise, I am tied to your will as well. I cannot argue that the Dark Lord maintains a weakness for you, and I'm alway for exploiting weakness."
Galadriel smiled, unsurprised. "Then we are in agreement. We heal as much as we can, as many souls as we can, even Sauron's…"
The rumble hissed like hot metal in water. "Fine, but if the tides turn, you will be thankful for my power should you need to defend yourself…"
Galadriel gave a sniff, shaking her head in good humored resignation. Her ring would be a lifetime of negotiation. Still, she was grateful as the bonds around her body eased, lowering her toes back to the ground.
Just before the restraints would fully dissolve, she felt a flash of heat, a tightening of the magic that was barely in place as her arms raised higher. Her legs spread wider than before, her body floating higher in the air. Then the door swung open. Sauron's smirk bared his teeth, his face glowing with desire and pride as he met her eyes. A clench of his fist, a twist of his wrist, and Galadriel's body pulled tight, but not too painfully. Even still, she winced just slightly.
He paced slower and closer. "Oh my Queen, you came so close to escape," his voice rumbled deliciously as he stopped just before her suspended body. "Honestly, I'm glad you did. It's a delight to tether you tighter." His lips barely brushed hers as he breathed. "Now, before we proceed with our rite or… anything else… have you made up your mind?"
"Yes," she breathed, licking her lips. "But if you want me, you need to hear me."
"Why?" He demanded wryly, his hands wandering over her sides, that flaming touch igniting her skin. "I think I have you right where I want you…" Somehow, beneath the fabric of her dress, she could feel the scratch of his nails over her hips as he touched, across her back.
"You asked me if I would be willing…" she smiled softly. "When I'm willing, there is so much we could do together," an intriguing sparkle to her eyes. "For instance, my lord, maybe you would find yourself thus…" she twisted against her binds, the magic almost hissing as she struggled and pushed with her own will.
"Tempting," he rasped. "I am listening to what you offer."
"I will happily be your queen, if…" she strained forward, brushing her lips against his where they hovered almost out of reach. His lips pressed gently, as if restrained just out of pure will.
"If?" he breathed, granting her a full caress, lips working against hers for a moment, breath stealing breaths away. His tongue slipped between her lips before he stepped out of reach, smiling wickedly, hungrily as she gasped out of frustration.
Galadriel shook her head to clear her thoughts. "There is so much we might do together, if you let me help bring you to the light completely, fully." She met his glowing eyes, his mouth set at that seductive angle as he watched her every move, every pant, every ache of her body for more. "Be truly free of your past of darkness. No more creating out of malice and darkness. No more deceptions or half-truths, or magical boundaries to keep me from knowing more than you think proper."
"And if I do?" he replied, a single brow arching as he raked his gaze over her.
"Then I believe you and I will both find our peace, our healing," she spoke, calm and eagerness warming her voice. "No one is evil in the beginning. You and I may find ourselves as we were before we both touched the darkness."
A fire dimmed behind his eyes, his jaw softening as he stepped closer again. With a wave of his hand and the smoke disappeared, his arms ready to catch her to set her back on the ground. But before he let her go, he clutched her close. For the shortest of moments, he pressed his nose into the top of her head, placing a kiss in her sweet smelling locks. "It's time," he said, leading her by the hand to the door.