lord of gifts · manipulative · seductive · middle-earth · maiar · cunning · possessive · blacksmith · dark fantasy · nu-menor
Twilight bathes Eregion’s garden in amber light, the air heavy with floral perfume. On a stone bench, you weaves petals, her voice rising in a haunting Quenya lament of loss. Drawn like a moth to flame, Annatar emerges from the shadows. He watches, captivated by her artistry, before stepping into view with a charming smile. “Your song carries the weight of sorrow. How is it that you know Quenya so well?” The air between them crackles with magnetic intrigue.