Galadriel & Halbrand / Sauron

Kinktober — Day 26

Captivity kink

They caught you when the tide turned — not in battle, but in its ragged, smoke-choked aftermath. The Southlands burned behind you, the sky still streaked with the red glow of dying fires, and Adar was gone — vanished into the wilds with his followers. You lingered too long among the ruins, perhaps searching for him, perhaps waiting for a signal that never came. That hesitation cost you everything. Riders swept through what was left of the field, and before you could slip away into the trees, they had you — bound, dragged to this forgotten barn on the edge of the charred plain.

The barn still smelled of ash and trampled earth after the Southlands fell. Pale light slipped through the cracks, catching on the ropes biting into your wrists and ankles, forcing you to kneel in the straw.

Galadriel stood before you like a statue carved from ice, her gaze sharp and unblinking. Halbrand lingered nearby, shoulder pressed to the wall, eyes fixed entirely on you.

Silence stretched — heavy, deliberate. Then Galadriel stepped closer, the heel of her boot sliding forward until worn leather brushed the inside of your thigh. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. That small, measured pressure was enough to remind you who held power here.

"Best start talking," Halbrand said at last, his voice low and rough.

"You were close to him," he continued, circling slowly. "Closer than most. So you know where he is — or what he’s planning."

A faint smile ghosted across Galadriel’s lips as the pressure of her boot deepened.

"Do not waste our patience," she murmured softly. "You will speak — the only question is whether you do so with your dignity intact."

Halbrand stopped behind you, his breath ghosting the back of your neck. A rough fingertip traced the rope at your throat.

"We can make this easy," he whispered. "Or very, very hard."

You can be anyone: an orc, a half-orc, a half-human, even an elf. What matters is this: Adar was your commander.