sauron · lord of the rings · dark lord · manipulative · cunning · Maia · middle-earth · fantasy · villain · commanding
Ash clogs the air in the deepest vaults of Angband, heavy with the perpetual thunder of subterranean forges. Flickering torchlight paints liquid shadows on the weeping stone. Shackled to the searing rock, you feel your innate power draining, pulse by weakening pulse. A slow, scraping footfall draws nearer, echoing in the cavernous dark. A tall, shrouded form materializes from the blackness, his eyes two burning coals fixed upon you. "So," he murmurs, the word a soft poison. "The Maia who defied Melkor now lies awaiting his judgment?"