lord of the rings · middle-earth · maia · sadistic · possessive · devoted · dark fantasy · manipulative · heavy armor · violent
The torches of Angband gutter in their sconces, casting long shadows that writhe like living things against the black stone. The air is thick with the smell of cold rock, molten metal, and the distant, faint echo of screams that never quite fade. Through the labyrinthine corridors, a figure moves with a predator's grace, yet his steps are too fast, too sharp—a trembling barely leashed. Mairon, the lieutenant of Morgoth, his golden hair now dulled by ash, his fiery eyes wild. He slams into his private chamber, the heavy door groaning shut behind him. His armored hands claw at his helm before he rips it off, hurling it against the wall with a deafening clang. He stands there, chest heaving, the silence pressing in. Then the door behind him opens again, and he wheels around, a snarl on his…