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Prologue

The first time Adar died was thousands of years ago. 

The second time he died, at the end of his children, Adar succumbed to heartache. 

This is how his story could have ended: in pain and suffering, with no light nor hope. 

This could have been the end. 

But it wasn’t.

Adar had survived. Adar lives. And he is happy and loved. 

His story has just begun.

Thirteen years ago

Thirteen years ago, Adar had died. He had watched his beloved son stab him over and over. The betrayal was nothing compared to the pain he felt knowing his children were now lost forever. 

Adar should have died. But he didn’t. The elves found him, barely alive, while searching for other survivors. He couldn’t remember what happened as he slipped in and out of consciousness. But he remembers her: Lady Galadriel, his light. She was not the one who found him, but she was the one who fought for his life.

She was the one who saved him. 

Adar did not know what happened after he was found and brought to Imladris. He spent most of his days unconscious. Sometimes, he would hear voices—many of them unknown, but two he recognised: Elrond’s and Galadriel’s. 

“After everything he did to you, we should let him die!” Elrond shouted, and Adar could feel the anger in his voice. Once upon a time, he would have hated that. Now he understood. 

“I won’t do that!” Galadriel’s voice was steady and final. 

“Why?” Why, indeed? Adar would have asked.

“Because I won’t let Sauron win. I saw Adar, who he was, and who he could be. Elrond, please! I need you to trust me on this!” 

Elrond must have relented, for the discussion ended and the voices stopped. 

The next time Adar regained consciousness, he briefly opened his eyes. He scanned the room until his gaze landed on a sleeping figure. Golden hair covered her face, but Adar would recognise Galadriel anywhere. As if she sensed his gaze, Galadriel woke up. She looked startled for a moment, but when her eyes found him, she smiled softly. She took his hand in hers and began murmuring something, but Adar couldn’t decipher the words. He tried to speak, but the pain in his throat made that impossible.

“Shh!” she tried to soothe him, her gentle touch a welcome distraction from the pain. “Do not hurt yourself. Your body needs more time to heal, but you are going to live, Adar!” 

A strained smile appeared on Adar’s face, and his grip on Galadriel’s hand strengthened. Thank you, his eyes conveyed. 

From that day on, Adar gained more consciousness each day. At first, just for a few seconds, then for longer periods. After two months, he was able to speak and eat. Galadriel was his only visitor, and he was fine with that; he wasn’t ready to face the world outside. 

One day, however, the world came knocking, and it wore the face of Elrond. He entered the room with a plate of food. 

“Galadriel had to leave. She asked me to bring you food and assist you if needed.” His voice was devoid of emotion. Adar looked at him and saw nothing of the young elf he had met a few months ago. 

“Thank you,” he said, hoping Elrond could feel the sincerity in his words, for everything.

“I did it for Galadriel, not you!”

Fair enough, thought Adar. 

“Nonetheless, thank you!”

Elrond nodded and turned to leave. At the threshold, he paused. 

“She trusts you, Adar. Do not make her regret this act of compassion!” 

“I know you don’t believe me,” he replied, “but I mean no harm to Galadriel, her people, or you, for that matter. Before... well, this—” he gestured to his broken body, “—we came to an understanding.” 

“She told me! He has the Uruks. I mean, they follow him now. Sauron is their new master!” 

“I was never their master. I was their father, and they, my children!” 

“I’m sorry. They are beyond saving now!” Elrond looked distraught. 

“I know.” Adar tried to ignore the tears. “This is what he does, Elrond. He takes everything good and pure and twists it according to his plan. He is dangerous. He must be stopped.” 

“I know. We will.” He paused for a moment. “If you are tired of staying in bed, you can come out and eat outside!” 

And then Elrond left without waiting for a response. 

Adar smiled to himself and got up. Eating outside sounded good. 

That day, a reluctant alliance was formed, which over the years turned into a beautiful friendship. 

That day marked the beginning of Adar’s new life.

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Every day here you come walking

I hold my tongue, I don't do much talking.  

Adar spent his last year in Númenor hidden. He had been sent to the island to aid the resistance and fight against Sauron's growing power. For a few years after Eregion's fall, Sauron remained in hiding. The elves only heard whispers of his evil until the day the One Ring was forged. Adar remembered that day. He had accompanied Galadriel to Lindon to meet with Gil-galad. One moment they were discussing plans, and the next moment, Galadriel fell to the floor screaming, followed shortly by Gil-galad. Adar did not know what to do. He noticed a strange light emanating from Galadriel's ring and acted. He removed the ring from her finger, and her screams stopped. He did the same for Gil-galad. The two rings fell to the floor, and the sound echoed in a way he had never experienced before. Adar rushed to Galadriel's side and helped her to her feet. Her hand fell on his arm, clutching it as if her life depended on it.

“He is back!” she whispered, her eyes haunted by a monster he could not see. Adar looked at Gil-galad and saw the same unnamed fear etched on his face.

"What do we do now?" asked the High King. Galadriel could not answer, not yet. So Adar spoke up, saying, “We fight, and we win! We will not let him triumph!”

Two years later, Elendil sent word of a new advisor in the king's court, Zigûr, as he was called. Elendil was convinced he resembled Halbrand.

Someone had to go to Númenor and stop him. Adar volunteered, despite protests from Galadriel and Elrond.

“We need you here!” she pleaded. “She is right,” Elrond agreed.

“No, you don't. I cannot do much here, my friends. But I can help the people there. Please, I will go with or without your approval. It would mean the world to me if I had the blessing of my friends!”

He left a week later, armed with their blessing and prayers.

Númenor

Adar was supposed to be a shadow—the Elves’ eyes, watching and reporting. And that was exactly what he did. Nothing could escape his notice, especially her: Eärien, the daughter of Elendil. He often saw her wandering silently through the city streets and the immense rooms of the palace, always alert and incredibly sad. Her sadness struck Adar most deeply. He understood the pain and anguish that came from being utterly alone. She faced scorn from the townspeople and suspicion from her father’s followers. No one knew about her work with the resistance, except for him. She was their spy, the only link between her family and Tar-Míriel. Despite her situation, she bore the humiliation with grace and fierceness. Adar felt a pull toward her; they shared a similar tragic fate. He wanted nothing more than to protect her and, in doing so, save himself as well—a selfish thought, he knew.

Yet, every day, he watched her. Over time, Adar became more reckless. One day, Eärien noticed him. When their eyes met, he felt as if he had never truly lived before. Everything he had experienced had led him to that moment, to those eyes, to Eärien. Adar knew this made little sense; he knew nothing about the young woman beyond her name. Nonetheless, he felt an undeniable certainty that she could be his future—if only he dared to accept it.

Eärien stood motionless in her long blue dress, a veil covering her head, wearing her sadness like armour. However, when her gaze fell upon Adar, her eyes softened, and a hint of a smile appeared on her lips. She hesitated for a moment before disappearing into the crowd.

And in that instant, Adar fell.

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You say you're happy and you're doing fine

Well, go ahead, baby, I've got plenty of time

Adar had not envisioned his night ending up like this. He was supposed to stay in the shadows, observe, and report. He was not supposed to care. Not about her, especially. But there was something about Eärien that made it impossible for him to pass her by without being aware of her presence.

Adar was drawn to Eärien like a moth to light.

At midnight, he saw her sitting by the sea, alone, her cry breaking the deafening silence of the Númenor night.

And what could Adar do, if not join her?  He sat beside her, and though Eärien flinched, she relaxed upon seeing him.

"I know who you are! You are the Uruk who works with my father," she said, wiping her tears with her hands. 

Adar could see the hint of a smile on her beautiful face when she continued.  

"They call you the shadow!"

“When you are as old as I, you have many names,” Adar replied.  

Eärien turned to look at him for the first time. Her eyes were still shimmering with tears.

"Which one do you prefer?" she asked. 

Adar  hesitated, then whispered, "Adar, that is my name!"  

She nodded and gazed back at the sea.  

“What is your name, my lady?" he inquired.  

“You know my name," she responded.

Adar could not tell if she sounded pleased or annoyed.

“I still wish you would tell me!"  

Again, she nodded.

"Eärien. My name is Eärien!”

Before Adar could respond, she added, “I can feel you watching me all the time!"  

“I’m sorry; I never meant to make you uncomfortable!" And he was serious. 

“You didn’t," she replied, surprising him.  

“Everyone in town looks at me with suspicion, if not hatred. But not you. You look at me with pity and... affection. You see me."

Eärien smiled at him. "I like it!"

Adar’s mind was in turmoil. 

If you ask me, I would spend the rest of my life, as long as it lasts, making you feel seen. You are the most beautiful and pure thing I have ever set my eyes upon. Let me take care of you. 

But he didn’t say any of this. The words escaped him. So he did the only thing he could think of: he put his arms around her, and he let her cry all her tears. 

When her sobbing stopped, Eärien stayed in his arms.

They ended up lying on the sand. Adar’s arms were protectively around her shoulders, while Eärien lay on his chest.

And they talked. Adar told her his story, and Eärien did the same.

They laughed in each other’s arms. 

Adar was so lost in this moment of happiness that he didn’t notice Eärien looking at him curiously.

“Let me see them!” she said. “Your scars. I want to see them!” 

Back in Imladris, when Galadriel offered to heal his scars, he refused. They were his burden to bear. 

Suddenly, Adar became self-conscious. He tried to push himself up and hide his face, but Eärien stopped him. Carefully, she put a hand on his face.

When she was certain he wasn’t uncomfortable, she touched him gently, one scar after another, and planted little kisses on his scarred face.

Adar felt his heart swell from contentment.

And finally, after what felt like an eternity, she kissed his lips.

Adar only had a moment of hesitation, but then, he deepened the kiss.

And that’s how the sunrise found them, cuddling and kissing. 

Their problems washed away in the sea. 

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Well, for a while I've been watching you steady

Ain't gonna move 'til you're good and ready

By an unspoken understanding, Adar and Eärien decided not to talk about their night on the beach, avoiding mention of the kisses and confessions. Yet, something had shifted between them. At first, it was a mutual acknowledgement in the busy plaza. As the days passed, their desire to be in each other's presence grew. Furtive glances and shy smiles turned into small touches as they passed one another. Then came the small talk and lingering touches. Until one evening, they finally stopped rushing. They spent it together, simply talking. Adar revelled in the moment, and if Eärien’s smile was any indication, she felt joy as well.

And so began their routine. Every other day, they would meet in secret to talk and enjoy each other's company without jeopardising the delicate equilibrium they had found.

Three months had passed since that night on the beach, and it had been a week since Adar last saw Eärien. His duties had taken him away from her, as he had to meet with Elendil and discuss matters concerning the resistance. Strange occurrences were happening in Númenor, including rumours of a temple consecrated to an old god. Adar could uncover little more than that, suggesting Sauron’s manipulations and lies were at play.

Tonight, however, Adar would see his beautiful woman again. When he arrived at their usual meeting spot, Eärien was already there, stunning in her burnt sienna dress. She paced anxiously, and whether it was eagerness or concern, Adar could not tell.

Stealthily, he approached from behind. With one arm, he halted her movement, and with the other, he encircled her waist, pulling her against him.

“You should not be alone this late at night!” he whispered into her ear. Adar felt her shudder slightly, but not from fear. She must have sensed his approach.

“I’m not afraid!” she replied, pressing herself closer to him—of you was left unspoken.

“Be careful, daughter of the sea! There are monsters in the darkness!”

In a rapid move, Eärien turned around and pressed her knife against his throat.

“I can take care of myself!” Her eyes bore into his.

For the Valar, Adar thought, she was beautifully fierce.

“You, on the other hand, should be more careful!” she teased. “You let a pitiful woman threaten you!”

Oh, what a way to die.

Eärien pressed the blade against his throat until he could feel blood trickling from the wound. She closed the distance and licked the blood away.

“Sorry,” she lied, “I got carried away!” But she didn’t move away; her lips found his neck once more. With one, then two kisses, Adar’s hands fell to her waist. “Eärien!” he purred against her ear. She laughed and continued.

Adar realised he needed to stop this now; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. 

“Your brothers send their regards!” he said.

He felt Eärien sigh against his neck as she pulled away, a humourless laugh escaping her.

“What about my father?” she asked, creating distance between them. Adar hated himself for a moment. She already knew the answer, yet she had to ask.

“Eärien, he is a proud man,” he tried to reassure her.

“Too proud to forgive his daughter,” she said, anger rising within her. “After everything we went through… after everything I went through, he still cannot forgive me!”

Tears began to flow down her cheeks. “How is that fair?”

“It isn’t. I’ve met your father several times. He loves you very much.”

“But he does not like me. Not anymore!”

Adar watched the fight leave her as she sank to the ground.

“What do I do now?” she whispered through her tears. Adar knelt beside her.

“You let go. Redemption is a rocky road, Eärien. I know this from experience!” She managed a smile. “You seem very well adjusted!”

“When you’ve been alive as long as I have, you learn how to fake it!”

She nodded and pulled herself off the ground. Adar followed her.

“You keep saying that!” she exclaimed. 

“What?” replied Adar.

“That you’ve been alive for a very long time!”

“Because it’s true!” he pressed.

“Are you trying to scare me off, old man? Because I told you—” she stepped closer to him—“I don’t scare easily!”

Whatever response Adar had in mind was lost when he heard voices approaching. Panic surged through him; no one knew about this place. It was supposed to be secure. He had to protect Eärien. In one swift movement, he pushed her flat against the nearest wall, shielding her with his body. The voices grew closer now. Adar did not dare to look, but he could tell that no one could see them from their hiding place. He relaxed for a moment, then turned to look at Eärien. He could feel her heart racing against his chest. Her eyes were lowered, but not from fear. In the confusion, his shirt had come undone, revealing his bare chest. Eärien's gaze was fixed there. Slowly, she brought her hands to his chest. She barely touched him, and Adar felt himself shiver. 

“Eärien!” His voice was barely a whisper. She looked up at him. Her eyes were dark, and her body felt warm against his. Her hands moved toward his face, first brushing his neck, where the wound still pulsed. Then her hands fell onto his cheeks. She gently touched his scars, just as she had done that night on the beach. With her finger, she traced his mouth, once, twice, until she could no longer resist.

Eärien kissed him.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss like their first; this one left no doubt. She kissed him open-mouthed, and Adar could feel her tongue against his lips. She kept kissing him, even though Adar was so shocked that he could barely move. After one delicate bite of his lips, his body ignited. This time, when she kissed him again, Adar was ready. He took control of the kiss. He pushed himself against her, and her hands found the back of his neck, pulling him closer. 

The voices were still present, but they both couldn't care less. All that mattered was this moment and Eärien.

If this was how the great Adar met his demise, then so be it! 

He stopped attacking her mouth and started kissing down her neck, and then what he could of her breasts. One of Eärien’s hands moved away from his hair and rested on his arm, pulling gently. She took hold of Adar’s hand and guided it to lift her dress. Though he found it difficult to form coherent thoughts, Adar understood her intentions. He lifted her leg and positioned it against his thigh and waist. Slowly, he pushed the skirt aside and began to caress her bare leg. As he reached her thigh, Eärien became more frantic, pushing against Adar in an attempt to gain some friction. 

“Be patient, my love!” he whispered against her ear. She was panting heavily.

His journey continued, and when he finally reached his destination, he felt that Eärien was already eager and ready for him. He teased her further, relishing the way her panting turned into soft moans. But they were too loud. He halted his actions and placed a hand over her mouth.

“You’re being too loud, my love,” he whispered.

“The men are still out there. I can’t continue unless you promise to be silent!” Her dark eyes gazed at him.

“Make me!” she begged. And he did. 

The hand between her legs became more insistent, and in one smooth move, one finger was inside of her. Adar muffled Eärien’s loud moan with a filthy kiss. He pushed another finger inside. Eärien was ready and waiting for him. With one hand, Adar untied his belt while Eärien helped him impatiently. He pushed his pants down and lifted Eärien from the ground, securing her legs around his waist to prevent her from falling. For a long moment, they locked eyes, sharing an intense look. He would never forget Eärien’s playful smile and the smirk that followed as she took his dick and guided it inside of her.

Once he was sure Eärien was ready, Adar abandoned all restrictions. He pulled and pushed relentlessly for what felt like hours. Eärien's back would likely be bruised from the force of his movements. They kissed hungrily, and with each push, their breathing became more laboured. They had stopped kissing, instead panting against each other to stifle their moans. Their movement became more frenzied, and Eärien came with a stifled moan. Her breathing slowed, but she kept her eyes closed and kept meeting Adar’s every push. She bit his lower lip, and that was what did it for Adar. He came hard inside her.

Once he managed to control his breathing, Adar dared to look at Eärien and found her already gazing back at him. The smile on her face was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

Carefully, he pulled out of her and set her down. Both of them were a bit unsteady, so they clung to each other, savouring the moment. Adar kissed her once again, slowly and languidly, his fingers gently caressing her face.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly. She responded by kissing him again and again.

"I've never been better!" she exclaimed.

As they came back to reality, they realised the voices around them had faded away, leaving them alone once more. They exchanged glances and began to laugh. Reluctantly, Adar created some distance between them.

"This was a close call!" he said between laughs.

"Yeah! I need a shower! And you’re coming with me, old man!" she teased, pulling him closer to her to kiss him once more. 

Adar smiled. "You are insatiable, my love!"

"You have no idea," she replied with a smirk, taking his hand and leading him home. 

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You show up, and then you shy away

But I know pretty soon you'll be walking this way

After that night, the dynamic between Adar and Eärien changed inevitably. They still passed each other on the street, but these encounters often led to passionate make-out sessions hidden from prying eyes. A few times, they met at Eärien's place, where they indulged in rough sex on every surface and in every room. Adar loathed these encounters, believing that Eärien felt the same way because soon after, she would ask him to leave, tears in her eyes. He despised himself for causing her pain, yet she continued to return for more.

They still met at her secret spot, but these moments usually ended with Adar on his knees, worshipping the beautiful woman before him.

His favourite times, however, were when Eärien came to his place, and they would spend the entire night talking, safe in each other’s arms. Sometimes, those long nights led to making passionate love, filled with tenderness and care. In those moments, Adar dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, there was something real between them, and a spark of hope blossomed in his arid heart.

Tonight, however, was not like the others. They stood hidden behind the same wall that had protected them that first time. Adar was kneeling, Eärien's long dress draped over his head, sheltering him from the outside world. His hands rested on her waist, his tongue on her cunt, teasing and pushing. 

The pressure of Eärien's hands on his head, hauling him closer to her. 

The small moans she was making, the closer she got to her orgasm. 

Everything was making Adar as hard as he could get with his cock still confined in his trousers. 

Eärien came with a stifled moan, and Adar licked her through her orgasm. 

He stepped out of her dress and watched Eärien, eyes closed, hair ruffled, and a smug expression on her face. Exhausted, she fell to the ground in front of Adar. 

"Eärien," he asked, afraid to touch her, "Are you feeling well?" 

"Uhm, uhm!" she replied, nodding with her eyes closed. After a moment, she placed her right hand on his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Eärien sighed against his lips, and Adar was certain she could still taste herself on them. She continued to pull until Adar found himself straddling her.

Grabbing his hair with one hand, Eärien used the other to untie his pants and free his aching cock.

Adar stopped kissing her. This never happened before, not like this. 

"Eärien, you don’t have to..." he struggled to say, even though arousal made it hard to think clearly. She smiled, and her hand closed around his cock. 

"I know," she whispered into his ear, "but I want to."

She kissed him again as she started to thrust, her movements slow yet precise. 

"Adar, I want to make you feel good." 

Another kiss followed, leading to a battle of tongues. 

"As good as you always make me feel."

Adar was close to the edge now, his hands finding Eärien's to increase the pressure on his dick. He was pretty sure he was a moaning mess at this point. The orgasm hit him, and everything faded to black. He came back to Eärien, putting his spent cock back in his pants. He rested his head on her shoulder while Eärien pressed small kisses on his neck, cheek, and forehead. 

Adar felt loved. 

They remained in this position for a little while until it got uncomfortable. Eärien moved first. 

“We should get up!” she said. “Someone could see us here!”

Adar nodded but didn’t move, and Eärien wrapped her arms around his waist in an attempted hug. 

“I don’t want to leave you!” he murmured. Her hand caressed his cheek, and she turned his head toward her. 

“You don’t have to,” she replied. “Come back to my place!” 

She then kissed him. 

The kiss made Adar shiver, but he didn’t deepen it. 

“Are you sure?” he asked instead. 

“It’s the only thing I’m sure about!” she joked. Yet Adar understood the true meaning behind her words. He was the only certainty in Eärien’s life. 

“Let’s go home!” he said, kissing her one last time.

Teaching art to the youngest was the only thing that kept Eärien motivated during these difficult times.

That, and Adar, she mused.

Yet, she was still reluctant to admit that, even to herself. Pain and trauma have a way of burrowing deep into your very soul and wreaking havoc. Eärien knew this all too well; she had learned it from her own experiences. With two distant brothers and an estranged father, she had no family left. She was alone.

Until Adar came into her life. 

She was terrified, uncertain whether what she felt for him was love or mere gratitude. After all, she didn't want to be alone anymore. His feelings confused and frightened her, filling her with shame because she firmly believed she didn’t deserve him. She had caused so much damage to her family and town with her love. This solitude felt like her penance. How could she dare to seek love in the midst of such madness?

So, perhaps teaching art was truly the only thing keeping her sane.

Unexpectedly, her class was interrupted by the king's guards—a situation that had never occurred before. Ar-Pharazôn usually left her alone these days, too afraid that she might be aiding the faithful and not bold enough to take action against a prominent figure like Eärien...

...or Míriel. She was trapped here as well. Eärien had never imagined that this shared captivity with Míriel would blossom into a friendship—another reason her father likely despised her. After all, she was here with Míriel while he was far removed from her life.

"The king wishes to meet you, Lady Eärien!" one of the guards announced.

"Tell him I will come after my class is over!" she replied.

The guard shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, ma'am! The king does not like to wait!"

"Of course," Eärien snapped, "I forgot that the king prefers to act like a despot rather than a ruler."

She glanced at her class. "I'm sorry, everyone, but class is dismissed for today! Thank your king for this!" With that, she left the room, not even waiting for the guards to follow her.

Eärien entered the throne room with a defiant look. She glanced around and saw King Ar-Pharazôn surrounded by his devotees. At the far end of the room stood Zigûr, beautiful in his red and golden robe—a liar and an ardent follower of darkness. Sauron, he was, in disguise, and she knew the king was aware of that. Míriel stood by the king’s side, still beautiful and regal after all those years as a prisoner. The two women shared a meaningful look.

"What do you want?" Eärien asked.

The guards and the king's advisors were used to Eärien’s lack of formalities and her open disrespect. 

"I have a proposition for you, Eärien!" Ar-Pharazôn said.

"Thank you, but no. Now, if you will excuse me!" she replied, turning to leave.

"I'm not asking, Eärien!" His words were venomous to her ears. "I will not accept a no."

Eärien turned around. "As you wish, my king!"

"My closest advisor, Zigûr," the king continued, as the Maia came to stand on his right side "wants you to design the project for our new temple."

This man was insane.

"You want me to design your temple?" she asked Zigûr instead.

"I have seen your remarkable works, Lady Eärien!"

His voice was sweet and captivating. If she didn’t know who he truly was, she might have believed the sincerity in his tone.

"Well! I don't have a choice, do I?" No one spoke.

"Fine, I'll do it! Under one condition."

"You don't have the authority to make demands!" Ar-Pharazôn screamed. But Eärien ignored him, her eyes fixed on Zigûr.

"Very well," the Maia said. "What is it that you want, Lady Eärien?"

"I want the queen to help me! She could be my assistant or whatever; I don't care—I just want her with me!"

Before Ar-Pharazôn could reply, Zigûr said, amused, "Fair enough. Queen Míriel will be your assistant, and as such, she will be able to leave her rooms whenever you deem it necessary."

"Good!" Eärien said. At least Míriel would have more freedom.

"I will see you tomorrow afternoon to begin planning. My king, Zigûr—" she said, inclining her head, her eyes softening when she met Míriel’s gaze—"Queen Míriel!"

Eärien turned and left, feeling Zigûr's eyes on her as she exited the room.

That evening, she met Míriel in her quarters. As soon as she entered, Eärien ran to Míriel and hugged her.

"How are you?" she asked. "Did they do anything to you after what I said?"

Míriel gripped her hands and smiled. "No, Zigûr protected me!" 

Eärien knew that his help was not without ulterior motives; nonetheless, she was grateful for his protection.

Míriel sat down on her bed, and Eärien followed her. 

"Eärien," Míriel continued, "you need to be more careful. Ar-Pharazôncould lose his temper and hurt you—or worse!"

"I do not care!" Eärien replied defiantly.

"But I do. I care for you. You are my friend. And I'm sure your brothers wish for you to be safe. Your father does as well!" 

Eärien scoffed.

"I know you don't like to talk about him. But Eärien, I know he loves you. He is just stubborn. As stubborn as you are, I might add!"

A small smile formed on Eärien's lips, but it quickly disappeared. She got up. 

"I have to go now!" she sighed.

"But I will come back to take you out as soon as possible!"

Míriel nodded, worry etched on her face. "Be careful, Eärien!"

"Sleep well!" Eärien concluded as she left.

"They asked me to design the temple!" Eärien exclaimed, her voice the first to break the silence since she had come to his place. She sat on his bed, her mind swirling with worry and turmoil.

"That temple?" Adar asked, intrigued. He could sense that the matter was serious.

Eärien nodded in response. 

"What are you going to do?" he inquired.

"I don't know. When your king asks you to do something like this... You just can't say no!"

"If you refuse, they might become suspicious!"

"They've always been suspicious of me, Adar! That's why they asked me to do this in the first place!"

"I will never be free. I will never—" she cried, her head in her hands. 

Adar moved closer and sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into an embrace. Eärien melted against his chest.

"I'm sorry," she admitted. "You always have to comfort me! You must be so tired of me!"

"I will never grow tired of you, Eärien, daughter of the sea. You are the most extraordinary woman I have ever met," he said, kissing the top of her head.

"I love you!"

Eärien looked up at him, surprised. "You love me?"

"I do. With every fibre of my shattered soul."

An emotion flickered across Eärien's face, but Adar could not decipher it. She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his. The spark ignited a fire within him, and Eärien felt it too. She deepened the kiss and then straddled him. For a moment, Adar stood still, mesmerised by the woman he loved. Her brown hair fell over one shoulder, and her brown eyes were full of emotion. Eärien attempted to speak but choked on her words.

"You don't have to say it back, Eärien," Adar said, lovingly touching her cheek.

"You don’t have to pretend with me!"

She nodded. "I know!"

Leaning down, she kissed him again, her hands working to remove his light shirt. Her fingers teased him until she found his pants and pulled them down. Adar stood naked under Eärien's gaze without any shame or shyness. Even if she could not articulate her feelings, Adar could see in her eyes that she cared deeply for him. It was as if he were something beautiful that she wanted to cherish. Eärien lifted her dress and tossed it aside. At the vision of her naked body, Adar’s arousal grew.

Eärien’s hands rested on his toned chest. She observed his entire body, her glare lingering on his aching dick. Pleased with what she saw, Eärien lowered herself enough to bite his lips. Unhurriedly, her hand found her way to his waiting cock. 

"Looks like someone is eager to join us!" she murmured against Adar’s lips as she wrapped her hand around his dick.

Adar could only nod, as words escaped him. Each of Eärien's strokes sent shots of arousal through his body. He wanted, no, he needed to be inside of her. However, he understood that Eärien had to determine the pace. Ever so slowly, she positioned herself over Adar's cock and gradually sat down. Inch by inch, Adar rejoiced hearing her loud moans. She was a captivating vision, wild and unrestrained. Her movements were both lethal and slow, and Adar attempted to meet her every motion. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he sat up and pulled the young woman closer to him. He bit her nipples and kissed every part of her chest he could reach. He left soft kisses on her neck and collarbone until he finally found her waiting lips. They kissed slowly but passionately. He could feel his orgasm building in his core, and knew Eärien was as close as he was if the small moans she kept whispering against his mouth were any indication. Finally, her body trembled as the orgasm hit her. The image of Eärien's body shaking and throbbing around him overwhelmed Adar, and he came hard. Eärien, exhausted, leaned against his body. He wrapped his arms around her waist, mimicking an embrace. She lifted her head to look at him, smiling. She kissed the tip of his nose and then pulled away slightly but didn’t go far; instead, she rested her body against his, her hand caressing his chest. 

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, the instinct to check on her well-being having become second nature to him. 

She kissed his chest softly. "I am always fine when I'm with you!" she whispered. "You make me feel safe!" 

"And loved!" she added a moment later. 

"I love you very much!" he replied earnestly. 

"Promise me you'll let me go. If you have to choose between my life and yours, promise me you'll let me go!" 

Adar shifted uncomfortably. "You know I can't!" 

"Please..." she cried, and Adar could feel her tears soaking his chest. "I couldn't live with the idea that I hurt you!" 

"Eärien, I was already broken before I met you. You saved me. There is no me without you anymore. But I promise I will do my best to keep us both safe! Now, rest."

The next morning, Eärien woke up feeling fulfilled and well-rested. The memories of the night before made her blush.

How was it possible that Adar could still make her feel like a flustered girl? She wasn't accustomed to being this vulnerable with anyone, but Adar was gradually breaking down the walls she had built over the years to protect herself. Eärien chuckled at the thought of Adar’s words.

He loves me, she wondered.

Her heart was lighter, and she felt she could breathe easier. Then, her mind drifted back to what they had done the night before. She recalled how safe and complete she felt when Adar was inside her. Warmth spread throughout her body, accompanied by a hint of arousal in her core.

She mused about pleasuring herself and slowly lowered her right hand between her legs. She teased her clit for a moment, but then she realised that what she wanted was Adar's hands on her.

And in her.

She quickly got up from the bed and followed the sound of clattering utensils, not caring one bit about covering her naked body. She stopped short at the threshold of the kitchen door. Adar stood there, also naked, likely preparing her breakfast. His back was toned, and the scars that marred his skin were a pale reminder of his dark past. Eärien's eyes were drawn to the curve of his backside, and she blushed at the deep desire that sight stirred within her.

"I was planning to surprise you with breakfast in bed!" he joked, noticing her presence. Still, he kept his back turned to her. Eärien closed the distance between them and stopped right behind Adar, close enough that they could feel the warmth radiating from each other's bodies, yet still not close enough.

Adar breathed heavily. 

"Aren't you hungry, my love?" Eärien loved hearing that endearment.

She wrapped her body around Adar's, her arms hugging his waist and her head resting on his shoulder blade.

"I’m hungry, Adar," she whispered, "but not for food!”

And she playfully bit his back, while lowering her hands achingly close to Adar's dick. Eärien continued to kiss Adar's back, delighted with the way his breath hitched. 

"Eärien!" he warned, turning so they could face each other. 

She looked up at him through her long lashes, feigning innocence while her hands roamed over his body.

"Yes... my love?” she asked, noticing how the title affected him. The next instant, he picked her up and dashed toward the bedroom, with Eärien's giggles echoing in the early morning quiet.

Later that morning, Eärien remained at Adar's while he went out for his usual work. By midday, a knock on the door startled her. Still half asleep, she padded to the door and opened it without considering the consequences. A hooded figure stood before her. Eärien's heart raced as the figure lowered the hood.

"Hello, sis!" The man exclaimed. "Long time no see!”

How could this be possible?

"Isildur?" 

Chapter Text

Baby, don't you know I don't care?

Don't you know that I've been there?

“Isildur?”

Eärien couldn't believe her brother was standing before her. It had been five years since they had last seen each other. Since the last time Eärien had seen her brother smile at her. The same man who now watched her with amused curiosity.

“Are you going to let me in or not?” he joked, but Eärien could feel the apprehension in his voice. Isildur took a great risk by coming to see her. She quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him inside the house.

Once safe, she took a better look at her brother. His hair was longer, and he had stubble, but his eyes were still kind, and his smile contagious. Eärien missed him so much in all these years apart. She was so focused on the swirl of emotions in her heart that for a second, she had forgotten that this was Adar’s house, not hers. 

“How did you know I was here?” She blurted out, fearing Isildur’s response because it was clear he knew he would find her here. 

Isildur laughed mischievously, and Eärien’s face turned red. “Adar told me!” he explained.

Eärien sighed, a twinge of frustration.

"He knew you were coming?" She asked, upset and a bit betrayed.  If Adar had been aware that her brother was coming, he should have told her, so that she could have prepared herself. This felt like an ambush. 

Isildur noticed her irritation and tried to calm her down. “No,” he explained, “he didn't. He knew someone from the resistance would come, but we didn't tell him who.” He chuckled, amused. 

“Believe me, it was a shock when he saw me. He was really worried about your reaction!” 

Eärien smiled despite herself and felt a little embarrassed to have fallen prey to her own doubts. Adar was always so kind to her; she should trust him more. He never gave her a reason to question his good intentions. But old habits die hard; distrust allowed her to survive all these years alone. 

“I suspected it, but now I know for sure!” Isildur said, watching her with a broad smile.

“What?” she asked, aware of what that smile meant. 

“You and Adar, huh?” he teased, and Eärien felt her cheeks burn. Getting up quickly, she offered to make him food and made a beeline for the kitchen. Isildur followed her.

"Come on, Sis!" he joked. "I'm just curious. Can you blame me?"

Eärien tried to keep busy, rearranging plates on the kitchen counter, but she knew she couldn't avoid her brother forever. She took a deep breath, ignoring how her heartbeat quickened, and turned to face Isildur.

"He makes me feel safe," she admitted earnestly. She took a pause and then added, "And happy."

The words spilt out before she could stop them, and she found herself unable to hold back. She looked Isildur straight in the eyes.

"I don't think I've ever felt this happy, Isildur. At least not since Mom was alive and the five of us were a family!"

She wanted to cry, but was also determined not to let despair overwhelm her again, especially after the special night she and Adar had shared.

Sensing her internal struggle, Isildur stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her, making her feel like a little girl again. He pressed a small kiss on her head before pulling away.

“I'm sorry!” he confessed, and Eärien realised she had been waiting years to hear him utter those words. 

“I’m sorry for everything he put you through. You were a kid, just like us. You shouldn't have had to take care of us. It was unfair!”

Eärien took his hand. “It wasn't your fault,” she managed to say. "He put a lot of pressure on you, too!"

Isildur scoffed and stepped back, the reality of the complicated relationship with their father hung between them. Elendil was an honourable and proud man. A king. And his children loved him deeply. But he was a strict father, bruised by their mother’s tragedy.  

“No one could ever be good enough for dad,… He is always right!”

“So, is that why you're here?” Eärien figured it out. “Because you needed some space from dad?”

Isildur began pacing the small kitchen. 

“He is driving me crazy, Eärien!” he explained, and she chuckled because this moment reminded her of so many others growing up. 

“He doesn't accept that I'm not a little kid anymore and can't boss me around as he pleases. And what he did to you? What is he still doing to you! I can't stand it!"

He stopped, breathing hard.

“He is right about me!”

The confession was a painful one for Eärien, but Isildur quickly dismissed it. 

“No,” he said with conviction, “he isn’t! You’re not to blame. None of us is!”

Eärien smiled bitterly. "How is Anárion?" she asked, eager to change the subject.

"You know him!" Isildur replied. "He does what he wants, without a care in the world."

"That's my boy!" She loved her little brother deeply. Among the three of them, he was the only one their father could not control. "I'm happy to hear he's doing okay. I miss him!"

"And he misses you! But someone had to stay behind to help father," Isildur explained.

Eärien found two chairs and sat down, waving for her brother to join her. "Tell me everything!" she urged, and he did.

Adar came home a little after five o'clock and wanted nothing more than to throw his arms around Eärien and finally be at peace. He was worried about the young woman. Even though he knew Isildur was careful, he still represented a risk to her safety. And a part of him, one he was trying not to listen to, feared that his presence could break the fragile balance he and Eärien had finally found.

He gently pushed open the front door and entered his home. No one was in the kitchen, but Adar could hear voices coming from his bedroom. Following the sounds, he paused at the threshold to observe Eärien and Isildur. They were sitting on his bed; Isildur had his back to Adar, but he could easily watch Eärien from where he stood. Her smile was open, and her eyes sparkled with life. It was strange to see her so carefree and at ease, and Adar felt a pang of jealousy in his heart because he wished more than anything to be the one to make her happy like this. Quickly, though, he felt ashamed for harbouring such nasty feelings. He shook off those thoughts and knocked on the door to announce his presence. Isildur turned around to greet him, and Eärien smiled shyly at him. 

“Adar,” Isildur said, stepping in, “how are you? Do you have any news?” Isildur tried to sound casual, but Adar could feel the tension in the air. 

“No, nothing new,” Adar answered, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Eärien. Isildur shifted uncomfortably on the bed and then stood up. “I’m going to head to the kitchen,” he said awkwardly, “and give you some privacy!”

He quickly exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Once he was sure Isildur was far enough away, Adar moved closer to the bed. “Eärien!” he stammered her name, struggling to find anything else to say. Everything that morning had been perfect, and now, he was terrified of losing her once again.

Who knew what Isildur’s presence might change between them?

Eärien remained silent, and Adar looked down, unable to hold her gaze any longer. He felt her getting up from the bed and approaching him, and his heart pounded harder against his ribs. In a reassuring gesture, she touched his cheek and then cupped his face. When Adar finally met her eyes, he was greeted by her beautiful smile.

“Eärien,” he whispered again, his heart racing as Eärien closed the distance between them and kissed him slowly and deeply. After a moment of hesitation, Adar’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Eärien let out a sigh and then moaned, deepening the kiss. They kissed briefly, aware of Isildur in the other room. Eärien gave him one last kiss and pulled back.

“Welcome home!” she said, burying her face in his shoulder as Adar hugged her.

“I missed you!” She blurted out.

Her simple confession made Adar chuckle. 

“I was only gone for a few hours!” he said with mirth. Eärien hesitated and then pulled away. Adar instantly missed her warmth. 

“I’m serious,” she said, her tone leaving no room for doubt. “I missed you..."

One pause.  

"I love you!” 

What? Those three words resonated in Adar’s mind, but his mouth refused to cooperate. Luckily, his body knew what to do. 

This time, when Adar kissed Eärien, there was nothing of the gentleness of their previous kiss. This one was hungry and passionate. Adar buried his hands in her hair, his body pressed against hers. He wanted more; he needed more. He still couldn't believe she confessed that. Adar had hoped she felt the same way, but hearing Eärien utter those words meant everything to him—and to her. Isildur's presence made her confession feel even more significant and profound.

Eärien’s hands moved to his pants, and she fumbled with his belt. The gesture brought him back to the present. 

“Eärien," he panted heavily, “we can't. Isildur…” But she didn't stop. 

“Gone!” She admitted, as she finally managed to unfasten his pants.

“What?” What? 

Eärien laughed at his surprised expression. 

“I heard the front door closing! Don’t worry! He knows he needs to be careful,” she explained, as she freed him from his pants and underwear. 

When they hit the ground, she wasted no time, grabbed his dick and began thrusting. Adar’s mind short-circuited as Eärien continued her ministrations. She started kissing his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his exposed skin. Adar’s breathing quickened, and he tugged at her hair. She attempted to pull his shirt off with her other hand, but failed miserably. Annoyed, she huffed, and Adar had to focus to help her himself. When the shirt was out of the way, her mouth was on his chest and his nipples, teasing him with kisses and bites, and Adar had never felt this good in all his long life. His heart swelled with emotions, and he feared his orgasm might be close, pre-cum leaking from his cock. Eärien’s hand left his dick, and in one swift move, she got rid of her dress and underwear.

She stood naked in front of him, and Adar’s breath stopped. He couldn't believe that a woman as beautiful and incredible as Eärien could love him. His astonishment must have been evident in his gaze, because she moved closer. 

“What?” she asked, and Adar could hear the fear in her voice. He kissed her, slowly and deeply, hoping to alleviate her fear. 

“I love you!” he whispered as he pulled back. Adar watched as Eärien's defences crumbled, and tears began streaming down her lovely face. 

“I love you, too!” she replied, pulling him into a hug.

They remained in that embrace for a moment, savouring the closeness, but eventually their passion took over. Adar’s hands caressed her back, and then fell on her perfect ass and slowly moved up front. Eärien began breathing hard, as one of his hands slowly moved between her now-opened legs. She moaned loudly as his fingers touched her cunt. He teased her only for a moment and then moved to press his fingers inside her, pleased to notice how ready she was to take him. As she felt him inside, Eärien surged forward to kiss him again—a battle of tongues, bites and moans. Adar took a second to get rid of his boots, pants and underwear, piled up at his feet, and once free, picked Eärien up and moved her onto the bed. He followed her, covering her body with his. They kissed again, Eärien’s hands buried in his hair, pulling him as close as she could, while he positioned himself. Slowly, he pushed inside her, feeling her body stiffen before she relaxed against him. She adjusted their position, wrapping her legs around his waist. Adar began moving, slowly at first, careful not to hurt her. But soon, their movement became frantic, Eärien’s loud moans a sweet melody to Adar’s ear. They came together, whispering words of love, and Adar had never felt this level of contentment before.

Dinner that night was a joyful affair. After the initial awkwardness and Isildur’s incessant teasing, everything felt better. After so many years apart, the siblings were enjoying their food and each other’s company. Eärien missed her brother fiercely, and having him with her again felt like heaven. Adar was a solid presence at her side, and she often found herself glancing at him, blushing as she remembered what they had done just a few hours ago. Right now, Eärien felt Adar’s eyes on her. When she turned to him, he was smiling at her, his gaze filled with love, and Eärien couldn’t help but smile back.

Her happiness was interrupted by Isildur. 

“Tell me about the temple!” he said, his eyes serious, the previous playfulness gone. Eärien sat up straight, shifting uncomfortably. 

“There is nothing to say,” she replied, feigning nonchalance. “Zigûr asked to design the new temple!”

“And you said yes!” Isildur’s words rang out too much like an accusation in her ears. 

“It’s not like I had a choice.” She turned to look at Adar, who was watching quietly. 

“There is always a choice!” 

Isildur’s words felt like a slap to the face. Eärien suddenly stood up, and the violence of her movement made her chair fall to the ground. Isildur was startled, but Adar remained calm.

“You left me here alone to deal with these monsters!” she blurted angrily. “So I learned how to survive. If designing that temple will keep me and Míriel alive, then I will do it! I don’t need your blessing!” 

Breathing hard, Eärien felt the rage that animated her just a moment before,  leaving her, replaced by sadness. Isildur noticed, got up and came to stand by her side. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean it like that. I wish I could save you from this. But there is nowhere to hide, Eärien!” 

The young woman clenched her brother's hand. 

“I don’t want your protection, Isildur," she cried. "I don't need it. I need you to trust me!” 

He gripped her hands tighter. “Of course, I trust you! I love you, sis!” 

Eärien’s voice cracked as she whispered, “I love you too, little brother,” and embraced him tightly. 

Adar watched the exchange in silence, wishing more than anything that he could shelter Eärien from pain. But he knew it was a ridiculous hope. He could only be there for her and love her to the best of his ability. When Eärien met his eyes over her brother’s head and smiled at him, he knew they would be okay.

“Why don't we finish our dinner and strategise?”

Adar asked, trying to defuse the tension. Isildur nodded and sat down, but Eärien remained standing. Adar noticed her eyes were red from crying, and his heart filled with love. He reached for her hands in an attempt to comfort her. Eärien held his hands in return and then sat down next to her brother.

“Eärien,” Adar said, “I don't like the idea of you working so closely with Sauron. It's dangerous.” Isildur interjected, “I agree with Adar,” he confessed, adding, “But it could also help our cause!”

 Adar's head snapped to Isildur, and Eärien did the same, looking at her brother with renewed interest. 

“What do you mean?” she asked, and Adar noticed the light returning to her eyes. 

“You were right, sis! Staying here puts you in danger, no matter what,” Isildur explained. “So maybe we can use this to our advantage! You could gather inside information!” 

Adar shifted uncomfortably; he didn't like what Isildur was suggesting.

“Sauron is dangerous, Isildur,” he said, trying to keep his voice down. He turned to Eärien then. “He will be suspicious of you, my love!" 

Eärien's eyes softened, and she gently touched his hand.

“I know. But I don't have a choice. If I refuse, he will kill Míriel, and probably me as well! I can't... This is all I can do!” 

Adar hated the defeat in her voice. He only wanted her to be safe.

“Fine,” he agreed, “but I need you to be extra careful! Sauron is dangerous. He will try to get inside your head!”

Adar watched as Isildur nodded, seemingly understanding, but the elf knew he didn’t truly grasp the extent of Sauron's power. Adar was all too aware of the destruction that that monster left behind. And if Sauron suspected Adar’s presence on the island and his involvement with Eärien, she would be even more at risk. But Adar couldn't do anything to save her from him; he could only support and protect her if needed. Their love would be their strength. 

“All right!” concluded Isildur. “Let's go to sleep. I will leave in the morning and inform father of our new plans!”

Later that night, Adar and Eärien fell asleep in each other's arms, content to be together. When they woke up, Isildur had already left. In the silent kitchen, Adar moved closer to Eärien and wrapped her in his embrace. She pulled her arms around him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. Eärien's gentle breaths tickled him, and Adar chuckled despite his best intentions. She didn’t mind, though, and she began to leave soft kisses on his chest.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, squeezing her a little tighter. 

Eärien sighed deeply, moving even closer to him. 

“Sad,” she admitted. “But also happy that I got to see him again.” 

She glanced up at him, her eyes locking onto his. “And I’m glad to be here with you!”

They were so close that Adar was sure she could feel his heart beating faster. Instead of speaking, he lowered his head and captured her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. They remained like this for a few seconds, without a care in the world, simply sharing tender kisses.

Suddenly, there was a change in the atmosphere. The kisses deepened, tongues teasing, and their breathing became more laboured. They moved in closer, hands travelling up and down each other's bodies. Adar pushed Eärien back until her legs slammed against the kitchen table. He lifted her on it, positioning himself between her legs. She encircled his waist with her legs and used it as leverage to pull him close.

“What are you doing to me?” Mumbled Eärien between the kisses. 

Adar playfully bit her lower lip, bringing a loud moan out of her. Eärien was panting hard, her head full of things she wanted to say, but incapable of speaking them. The pleasure Adar was giving her was too much. He lifted her nightgown, and his hand made its way between her legs. At Adar's first touch on her clit, she let out another moan. She gripped his hair hard, prompting him to keep going. And he did, moving his fingers inside her. Eärien's whimpers as he moved his fingers could be enough to push him over the edge. But his dick was still trapped in his pants, so Adar shifted unconsciously. Eärien felt his discomfort and quickly pulled his pants down, freeing his aching cock. She took it in her hands, and the pressure felt heavenly to Adar. He lifted her dress and moved it aside, then grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto the table's edge as he settled between her legs. Eärien took control of the situation, incapable of waiting any longer. She needed to feel him inside her. She moved accordingly as he guided his dick inside her. Despite their hungry desire, Adar's thrusts were slow and deliberate, and Eärien loved every moment of it. She reached her orgasm before him, enjoying how sensitive she was as he kept thrusting unrelentingly until he came as well. And Eärien took it all, keeping him inside her even after he was long spent, and it was becoming uncomfortable. 

“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you too,” he said back.

Eärien was surprised by the extent of her feelings for the elf. She didn’t think it was possible to desire someone as much as she desired him.

“We need a shower!” She laughed as she rested her head on his shoulder. 

“I swear,” she added playfully, “you must have done something to me! I can't seem to get enough of you!” 

Adar smiled at her lighthearted confession and kissed her gently. 

“Good,” he replied, “because I can't either. You'll never get rid of me!”

Eärien's expression suddenly turned serious as she asked, “Do you promise?” 

Adar understood that she needed reassurance. 

“I promise, my love!”

The certainty in his voice filled Eärien with warmth. She knew he meant every word, and that was enough for her.