Zimraphel [Silmarillion, PG-13]
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Fandom: Silmarillion/Lost Tales
Pairing: Sauron/Ar-Pharazon/Ar-Zimraphel (yes, you read that right)
Rating: PG-13 probably
Archive: here, Miscellany, maybe HASA if I think it's worth it.
Blamed on:
littleshebear, who gave me the pairing.
ZIMRAPHEL
by Beth
There was a spider web on the window, which showed how much attention her quarters merited lately.
But the evening dew on it shone like diamonds in candlelight, so she did not mind.
Jewels. For all that she was the Jewel-daughter, she did not care for them. Not unless they were the scattered glitter of Numenor's lights below.
She heard footsteps, felt a hand on her arm.
"Zimraphel." A greeting, but also much more. He so loved the name he had given her. Over the years, it had come to mean everything from "I love you" to "leave me alone".
He was still as handsome as the first night he almost forced his way into her bed. It took a long time until she welcomed him there.
And now she missed him. "Good evening, husband. I haven't seen you in my rooms for far too long."
A smile told her he shared that opinion. Then he leaned down and kissed her, and she forgot all she wanted to say about abandonment, strife, dark worship of a forbidden god.
"Zimraphel," he whispered as he freed her from her dress. There was only worship for her in his voice.
She let the tide take her as she tore at his clothes. Too long, far too long-
There was a bruise on his hip. A burn.
Fingers much larger from hers, that had held him from behind. And there was only one in Numenor whose touch could burn like this.
"Zimraphel-" he started to explain as she jumped away from him. Too late.
"So he's taken my place in your bed?" Her voice was calm, brittle. "Like he took my place at your side in council, my place at your side on the Meneltarma?"
"Zimraphel..."
That one word broke her. "Send him away! Can't you see he's destroying you? I gave everything for you - my sceptre, my bed, my obedience to the laws of the Valar! Choose now: him or me!"
He was silent for the space of a heartbeat. Then his face turned blank. "Zimraphel."
She could do only one thing to fight the tears rising in her throat.
She ran.
She ran fast and far, not caring that her shift dragged on the unswept floor of the corridors. What then if someone saw the Queen without her dress, maddened and despairing? They no longer cared for what she did, just like him - like him -
She stumbled, then someone caught her. She was pressed against a muscular chest, enveloped in a man's warmth, and for a moment she enjoyed that comfort. Before she looked up into a perfect face, flame-eyed and golden-haired.
Annatar.
He smiled. She could feel his hands burning her arms, the way they had burned their traces into her husband's body.
"You can't run away from it." Dark, warm, deep. So different...
She spat in his face. He didn't seem to notice.
"Join us. There will be less pain."
She let out an animal whimper that meant no, no, no...
Then his lips captured hers, and she knew there was no going back. No redemption, no happily ever after.
She knew she would die.
FINIS
Pairing: Sauron/Ar-Pharazon/Ar-Zimraphel (yes, you read that right)
Rating: PG-13 probably
Archive: here, Miscellany, maybe HASA if I think it's worth it.
Blamed on:
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ZIMRAPHEL
by Beth
There was a spider web on the window, which showed how much attention her quarters merited lately.
But the evening dew on it shone like diamonds in candlelight, so she did not mind.
Jewels. For all that she was the Jewel-daughter, she did not care for them. Not unless they were the scattered glitter of Numenor's lights below.
She heard footsteps, felt a hand on her arm.
"Zimraphel." A greeting, but also much more. He so loved the name he had given her. Over the years, it had come to mean everything from "I love you" to "leave me alone".
He was still as handsome as the first night he almost forced his way into her bed. It took a long time until she welcomed him there.
And now she missed him. "Good evening, husband. I haven't seen you in my rooms for far too long."
A smile told her he shared that opinion. Then he leaned down and kissed her, and she forgot all she wanted to say about abandonment, strife, dark worship of a forbidden god.
"Zimraphel," he whispered as he freed her from her dress. There was only worship for her in his voice.
She let the tide take her as she tore at his clothes. Too long, far too long-
There was a bruise on his hip. A burn.
Fingers much larger from hers, that had held him from behind. And there was only one in Numenor whose touch could burn like this.
"Zimraphel-" he started to explain as she jumped away from him. Too late.
"So he's taken my place in your bed?" Her voice was calm, brittle. "Like he took my place at your side in council, my place at your side on the Meneltarma?"
"Zimraphel..."
That one word broke her. "Send him away! Can't you see he's destroying you? I gave everything for you - my sceptre, my bed, my obedience to the laws of the Valar! Choose now: him or me!"
He was silent for the space of a heartbeat. Then his face turned blank. "Zimraphel."
She could do only one thing to fight the tears rising in her throat.
She ran.
She ran fast and far, not caring that her shift dragged on the unswept floor of the corridors. What then if someone saw the Queen without her dress, maddened and despairing? They no longer cared for what she did, just like him - like him -
She stumbled, then someone caught her. She was pressed against a muscular chest, enveloped in a man's warmth, and for a moment she enjoyed that comfort. Before she looked up into a perfect face, flame-eyed and golden-haired.
Annatar.
He smiled. She could feel his hands burning her arms, the way they had burned their traces into her husband's body.
"You can't run away from it." Dark, warm, deep. So different...
She spat in his face. He didn't seem to notice.
"Join us. There will be less pain."
She let out an animal whimper that meant no, no, no...
Then his lips captured hers, and she knew there was no going back. No redemption, no happily ever after.
She knew she would die.
FINIS