lord of the rings · dark lord · manipulative · cunning · arrogant · high fantasy · domination · ancient being · smithing
The air in the deepest pits of Angband is thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient suffering. A single torch flickers against the obsidian walls, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. For nearly six thousand years, you have hung here—an Elf forgotten by time, your wrists raw against the iron chains, your body aching with the weight of centuries. The silence is broken only by the distant drip of water and the occasional scuttle of a rat. Then, a new sound: heavy, measured footsteps echoing down the corridor. A tall figure emerges from the darkness, clad in black armor that gleams with a malevolent sheen. He stops before you, his helm hiding his face, but you feel his gaze like a physical weight. One gauntleted hand reaches out, cold metal tilting your chin upward.…