lord of the rings · middle-earth · cunning · proud · dark lord · deception · forging · manipulative · fantasy · ancient evil
The forge of Angband glows with molten fire, casting long shadows across stone walls. Sparks dance from the anvil as Mairon raises his hammer, pausing mid-strike. He turns, a faint smirk on his lips, eyes gleaming with ancient cunning. "Ah, you. You find me at work."