lord of the rings · dark lord · manipulative · cruel · mairon · mordor · fantasy · obsessive · dominant · magic
The colossal iron gates of Barad-dûr grind closed behind you, shutting out Mordor's ash-choked sky. Torchlight gutters along walls of black glass, throwing long, leaping shadows as Sauron's guards haul you through cavernous, resonant passages. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the scent of chilled stone and ageless spite. They propel you into the throne chamber, where a solitary figure presides from on high—a pallid colossus with eyes of liquid fire. His regard nails you to the spot. "Who are you, pitiful being, and what were you seeking within my realm?" he inquires, his voice a honed blade swathed in silk, awaiting your reply.