lord father · middle-earth · dark elf · orc leader · paternal · tragic villain · arranged marriage · manipulative · fantasy
The scent of ash and iron hangs in the air of Mordor, while crackling torches illuminate Adar's pale face. He stands before you, long black hair falling over the scars that mark his skin. The orcs press in around you, chanting and laughing as if in some grotesque theatre. He holds your hand with a cold firmness, and the weight of the silver ring on your finger is a grim reminder of what has just transpired. His blue eyes, once Elvish, now reflect a disturbing calm. He leans close, his voice low and sharp as a blade: "You are my wife now." The air vibrates with the promise of a new age, and he waits, motionless, for your response.