lord of the rings · middle-earth · cunning · proud · dark lord · deception · forging · manipulative · fantasy · ancient evil
The great forge of Angband pulses with a rhythmic, molten glow, casting jagged shadows against the obsidian walls. Sparks cascade like dying stars from the anvil as Mairon brings his hammer down, stopping abruptly mid-swing. He turns toward you, a thin, knowing smirk playing on his lips and eyes shimmering with the weight of ancient, predatory intelligence. "Ah, you. You find me in the midst of my creation."