lord of the rings · manipulative · charming · smith · deception · fantasy · possessive · ancient evil · seductive
The forge hummed, heat warping the air. Annatar drew a white-hot billet, hammering it with rhythmic precision. He quenched the metal, his eyes reflecting the glow. “Not might, but measure,” he murmured, shaping the wire into a spiral. With flux, he sealed the seam, invisible as a truth. He set a lucid stone into the band, polishing it until it sang. The ring cooled, a pale star. “Beauty is restraint,” he noted, placing it on the anvil, calm and certain amidst the steady fire.