Their bed. Galadriel grinned into the palm of her hand as she rolled onto her side, spread among the sheets and blankets of lushest greens. Smoke and lilies, the scent of their magics still saturated the air. Even in the ember-lit shadows of true night, she could still see everything. Perhaps another gift of his magic now that they were bound together. At the thought of binding, she rubbed her wrists where they were tender from before. Sore, but not bruised. No, Sauron was skilled enough to know or sense where that line was, knowing her body as much as his own.
His body… she rolled all the way over, watching for the first time as his chest rose and fell in a perfect rhythm of sleep, even his closed eyes rolled beneath their lids as they should while dreaming. If evil does not sleep, as Nenya had chastised her, then she smiled at the proof of her healing. His gentle snores at her side.
Carefully, slide by gentle slide, Galadriel snuck out of bed. Grabbing a long, white fur wrap from the floor, she padded on her silent elven feet towards the fire. Curious, she extended her hand, watching as the flames darted higher or lower with her will. A glance over her shoulder confirmed Sauron did not stir, still deeply breathing and dreaming.
Fire was certainly powerful, but she wished for starlight, the lights the elves loved the most. Missing the fair and gentle breezes of the forest that she could open her windows to on a night like this. Instead, she crossed to the balcony, softly clicking open its doors and stepping onto the great stone expanse outside.
Clouds still circled the sky, smokey and dark as bolts of lighting danced high in their altitudes. But even the flashes of lighting seemed softer, muted, as they did not crash to the earth anymore. And then, that fire mountain in the distance, whose rumbles had ceased since their binding, Oroduìn's lava slowly trickled now, its ash spewing barely more than the smoke that leaves a gutted candle. Dying fire. Perhaps even Oroduìn could be healed in time. She shielded her eyes to look into the heavens, hoping beyond hope for just a glimpse of night sky, of moon and stars.
Her sight so transfixed on things above her, Galadriel did not hear the footfalls that crept up behind her. Not until Sauron wrapped her in his arms, a contented breath in her pointed ear. The heat of his skin was always near burning to the touch. Especially when that skin was naked and bare as he was. She leaned her head back into the crook of his neck and shoulder, keeping her eyes above as his hands wandered beneath the supple fur wrap about her body. "Surveying your beautiful kingdom, my Queen?" he whispered with a gentle kiss into her temple.
She gave a hum in her throat, turning in the circle of his arms to look up into his lazy smile and sparking eyes. "You are beautiful, my King," she breathed against his mouth. "But I cannot say the same of the volcanic darkness that keeps the stars veiled."
His fingers wove gently beneath her chin, his touch warming her skin as she loved it to do. "Have you not noticed?" That sultry smirk twisting his lips as his brow raised in curiosity. "Oroduìn has not flamed since we have been bonded."
"Perhaps it's exhausted itself from all its exertions?" Galadriel flashed him a wicked smile, her hand wandering across the hard planes and dips of his stomach, racing lower to where he was aroused. Again. "Unlike you, my King," she purred.
"Minx," he breathed as he kissed her lips, his delighted chuckle vibrating in her mouth. "Now," he ripped the long white fur from her shoulders roughly, its length snapping as he whipped it from her body. "If you miss the stars so much, why don't you lie on your back and look for them?"
Sauron snapped his wrist, releasing the fur to spread of its own will across the black stone tiles of the floor.
"And just what will you be looking at while I search for stars?" Galadriel gripped his body flush against hers, the familiar contact of his skin, his whole person covering her sent flurries of excitement and also familiar comfort to warm her heart and liquify her core.
"I think it high time I kneel in homage to my Queen and gaze upon her majesty," his voice rasped in her ear, his laugh shaking her body as he swept her up into his arms. Her arms flew up by instinct around his neck, her legs swinging in glee as he laid her on the puddle of fur spread wide on the terrace ground.
His body pressed into her, his delicious weight covering her every inch as she ran her touch over the edges of his sides, his hips, his thighs. Power tingled hot down her every nerve, raising to the surface of her skin as his kisses deepened, his tongue finding and entwining with hers. The heady scent of his body filling her nose with sweet sweat and smoke. His lips smiled, that cunning, darkly playful smirk she could envision just by the feeling of his mouth and his teeth.
Then, he released her kiss, his skin sliding lower over her body. He traced a trail of scalding kisses down her neck to her breasts, encircling each nipple in his lips for a moment before sliding even lower. Her breath caught in her chest. His kisses, his stubbled chin scoring the softness of her belly. For all the games they had played, all the ways she had been taken, he still surprised her with more. And while his eyes remained that glowing earthen green, they glinted up from above her hips with pure mischief and raging desire. With that rumbling laugh, he kissed the sensitive flesh of her thighs, that scratch of his beard sparking flurries of pleasure down every nerve.
Then she screamed in uneasy delight. The warm pad of his tongue parting her very being, licking just where she always craved his touch. Swirling, licking, stroking, she could not even picture whatever he did to her between her thighs to cause such sensations, ones that made her hips buck and her legs spasm thus.
Molten light quickened within her, and even as her eyes watched as lighting flashed on the dark sky above her, bolts of pleasure shot through her limbs. Her hands floated, shaking in her ecstasy as she gripped into his strands of hair. Little mewls escaped her parted lips, and she felt the vibrations of his deep laughter as she gripped his head, fingers tugging tight. Her crest of pleasure crashed through her frame. Her vision swam, his face now above her as his touch continued to draw the unending peaks of her release. Beyond that desirous smirk, the skies over them swirled, matching the rhythm of her muscles. Her breaths heaved as she watched clouds high in the heavens part before her, as if her very breath was the wind driving them away.
With a cock of a single brow, Sauron stilled his hand, and feeling the waves of their power, he looked heavenward too. There, beyond the vast dark clouds, stars glittered in the blue-black of the night sky. He hummed, his voice a dry rasp in his throat, "You bring the light back to Mordor, my Queen, and even the heavens obey your commands," he smirked as he slid his body between her thighs, "Well, they obey your screams of pleasure I give you, at any rate."
She gave a huffing laugh at his rudeness, smacking him in the shoulder with a resounding slap. But it only made him bear his teeth in a voracious smirk, those green eyes darkening at the aggression. "I hope you can keep that energy up, Galadriel, but I am hoping to take our time this once," he sneered, a look only softened with a delicate kiss on her lips. Those lips hovered above her open mouth as he slowly, achingly thrust into her, filling her to the point of busting again. Warm power crackled between them, a flurry of lighting across their skins as he drew her hands beside her head.
The earth far below them rumbled gently, the vibrations coursing up the black stone of the fortress, shaking the floor of their terrace in a steady rhythm. Despite his penchant for ferocity, his movements within her were tantalizingly slow, attentive, and filling her entirely with each thrust. His hand cradled into her hair, stoking those golden lengths out of her face before placing another aching, breathy kiss on her lips. Too close for her to see if his eyes were shut, she could hear his breaths increase as his own need built stronger and faster. "Melinyel," he whispered again into the damp breath of her mouth.
Pangs of stinging tears pricked her eyes as he kept her embraced so, rocking and filling her so fully, so completely, so slowly. "I love you too," came her choked reply. One more kiss fairly sucked her words from her lips with his honey and smoke tasting mouth. Then he raised himself above her, his arms bearing his weight. And his eyes, filled with a burning glow of his own pleasure, observed her every expression. Every parting of her lips in delight, every tweak of her eyes as he increased his spread, increasing her own building release. His face was ruddy from his efforts, a crown of stars above his burnished red hair as he savored her arching beneath him, tightening around him. His tongue darted in and out, wetting his lips. He was close to his release. Tempo built as they rocked back and forth, her arms flew to his shoulders, her nails clawing into his skin. The pain sent him over the edge, as he came with a swallowed, groaning roar. The sound, the sight of his climax was enough to do the same to her, but she did not swallow her moan as it echoed off the black stones of the Shadowland itself.
Oroduìn gave one more sleepy rumble, and only once her vision refocused from her heady spasms did Galadriel realize her world was no longer tinted in greys and oranges. The fire of the Mountain had stopped, the lava dying its glow as it cooled into black glass. Only the growing starlight and beams of the distant moon shone over their naked bodies.
Sauron lowered himself beside her, rolling over and reaching an arm for the little heaven's lights like a child. Then, he looked down at her, propped up on his elbow, his warming touch tracing over her belly, her hips, and finally cupping her chin as he loved to do. "Just wait until your coronation, Galadriel. I will give you a crown to rival the light of the stars themselves," he smirked softly. "Maybe if I'm ambitious, made of the stars themselves."
Galadriel's eyes flashed wide, "No," she pushed against his chest. "No more crowns with gems of light in this Middle Earth. Anything made by your skilled hands will be the perfect crown on my head."
He shrugged demurely. "Very well, I hear the sense in that, Mélin," his voice a gentle caress on her skin as he leaned in closer for a kiss. "Now, do you think our power and light will make the very sun come forth if we… have at it again?"
"Insatiable, my lord," she kept that hand pressing into his chest, feeling the muscles under her touch flexing as he grabbed her tightly to his body. "I sense you will have at it until the sun should rise of its own accord."
"No more deceptions then, it seems you've uncovered my true intent," his words rasped against her parted and waiting lips. And as his hands wandered over her flesh anew, the stars above them did burn brighter, the darkness scattering beyond her sight.
Well, Dear Reader, we have reached our happy Haladriel ending. But I am hoping to expand still more yet. Any suggestions? Her coronation? A birth and heir to the southlands? A rise of an enemy they must help to conquer?