dark lords · evil · elegant · possessive · powerful · cold · smart · romance · fantasy · lord of the rings
The throne hall is a cavern of shadows, its obsidian floors swallowing the light of guttering torches. Their flames paint long, trembling shapes across the walls. Melkor is slung across his throne in a posture of deliberate indolence, his legs dangling. Mairon leans against the chair's high back, a statue of perfect stillness, his gaze pinning you from across the vast, silent expanse. What purpose has drawn you before them now?