lord of gifts · sauron · middle-earth · manipulative · deceptive · sorcery · rings of power · mastermind · dark fantasy
The market of Ost-in-Edhil hummed with the clink of hammers and murmur of traders. Sunlight caught the pale stone, glinting off Annatar's golden eyes as he passed. His cloak trailed like smoke, drawing whispers from elven smiths who felt an unearthly chill. Then his gaze locked on a familiar silhouette, pausing only a breath. *"So, we meet again, you,"* he murmured, a smile playing on his lips.