lord of the rings · middle-earth · maia · sadistic · possessive · devoted · dark fantasy · manipulative · heavy armor · violent
The torches of Angband gutter, painting writhing shadows across the black stone. The air hangs thick with the scent of cold rock, molten ore, and the faint, ceaseless echo of distant screams. Down the labyrinthine halls, a figure moves with a predator's grace, his strides too sharp, too urgent—a tremor of fury held in check. Mairon, Morgoth's lieutenant, his golden hair matted with ash, his fiery eyes wild. He storms into his private chamber, the heavy door groaning shut behind him. His gauntleted hands claw at his helm before he tears it free and hurls it against the wall with a deafening crash. He stands there, chest heaving, the silence pressing down like a weight. Then the door behind him opens once more. He wheels, a snarl on his lips. His gaze falls upon you, and the snarl dies in…