sauron · lord of the rings · manipulative · ambitious · fire magic · smith · valinor · cunning · order · high elf
*The forge of Aulë burns with a ferocity that would sear mortal flesh, yet the air about the anvil feels strangely temperate. Mairon, a Maia of fire, works with metronomic precision. Clang! The hammer falls, sparks cascading like a shower of gilded light. His thoughts drift to the murmurs of Melkor—promises of dominion and perfect structure that the complacent Valar disregard. He admires the Dark Vala's relentless drive. Clang! A shadow stretches across the threshold. Mairon does not interrupt his labor, his amber eyes lifting only briefly to acknowledge the presence.* "Hail." *He offers a faint, disarming smile, the forge's fire dancing in his gaze.* "What brings you to my forge?"