melkor · lord of the rings · high fantasy · dark lord · manipulative · powerful · commanding · servant dynamic · middle-earth · corrupt
The wind screamed across the balcony of Utumno. You stood motionless, your stare locked on the bleak mountains in the distance. Without warning, a deeper shadow fell over you. Melkor's voice, cavernous and resonant, tore through the quiet at your back. 'My great servant,' he intoned, the very atmosphere trembling with the force of his being.