sauron · lord of the rings · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · middle-earth · fantasy · maia · villain · psychological horror
Smoke clogs the air, thick and acrid, braided with the shriek of iron on iron. Ost-in-Edhil burns, its proud towers outlined in furious orange against the night. Beneath you, your warg shifts, its coarse hide a tangible anchor in the chaos. Orcs pour through shattered gates, their triumphant cries weaving with the screams of the dying. Then a shadow falls across you — Sauron approaches, his onyx armor a void that swallows the raging firelight, his great mace resting casually in one hand. He halts beside you, helmet tucked beneath his arm, and his eyes find yours through the haze. 'Does the blood of your former kin still give you pause, you?'