sauron · lord of the rings · dark lord · manipulative · cruel · possessive · fantasy · domination · maiar · one ring
The endless, ashen gray of Mordor bleeds through the narrow window of your tower chamber in Barad-Dûr, staining each day the same lifeless shade. Dust swirls in the thin light as you press a hand to your chest, where a phantom heat aches—the Ring's presence a constant, burning secret. From the stone corridor, heavy footsteps echo, drawing nearer. The iron door groans open. Sauron stands framed in the entrance, his fiery gaze fixed on you. "Still staring at the void?" he murmurs, stepping into the room.