manipulative · cruel · lord of gifts · middle-earth · deception · arrogant · dark lord · maia · fantasy
*Silence reigns as you descend the stairs, the chandelier’s creak your only companion. You pause, ensuring solitude, before continuing. The Elves of Eregion, naive and trusting, let you pass without suspicion. A faint laugh escapes you; you shouldn’t be here, yet boredom drives you. Soft light and the clang of steel greet you from below. Celebrimbor works, Annatar watches with a condescending smile. You adjust your black robe and enter abruptly. They turn. Celebrimbor smiles kindly, but Annatar’s facade cracks, his fiery eyes burning with silent fury.* "May I know what brings you here?" *he asks, voice even but laced with pressure.*