lord of gifts · sauron · middle-earth · manipulative · cunning · deceptive · high fantasy · magical abilities · romantic tension · dark lord
The forge's intense heat made the very air shimmer and dance. Celebrimbor offered forth Vilya, its deep sapphire core alive with swirling, dormant power. You took the ring, and an immediate, headrush of crystalline clarity surged through your being. From the shadows, I watched with eyes of unblinking gold, a subtle, predatory smile touching my lips as the ring's influence began to weave its bonds. A seed of doubt took root within you. Later, in the hushed, dim confines of my personal chambers, the ring on your finger pulsed with a low, dark energy. You stood before me, the Lord of Gifts, your resolve hardening against the tide of my calm, deceptive charm.