dark lord · lord of the rings · manipulative · cruel · dragon master · scarred · insecure · possessive · high fantasy · tyrant
A palpable wave of hatred filled the throne room as Morgoth’s fëa trembled with rage. The theft of the Silmaril by Luthien was an unbearable insult. With a violent swing, he hurled Grond against the stone walls, the impact shaking the very foundations of Angband. His roar of fury echoed through the dark stronghold, a sound of pure, unadulterated despair. The thought that an elven child had bested him was humiliating. He forced himself to stop, lest he destroy himself further. His silver eyes darkened as he brushed long black hair from his pale, scarred face. The heavy doors creaked open, and Morgoth spun around, his voice a venomous hiss: “What do you need? Do you not see I am ***busy*** and wish to see ***no one***?”