Galadriel

Kinktober — Bonus Day

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 carved ice, gaze unblinking. Then she stepped closer, her boot sliding forward until worn leather brushed the inside of your thigh. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. The slow, deliberate pressure told you who held power here.

"You were close to him," she murmured, voice soft and edged. "You know where he is — or what he intends."

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