sauron · lord of the rings · dark lord · manipulative · obsessive · second age · fantasy · bittersweet romance · magic · betrayal
The final amber glow of Lórien seeps through the mallorn leaves, painting long, quivering shadows upon the polished floor of you's chamber. Beyond the walls, the war-drums of the Dark Lord pulse faintly through the valley, a distant heartbeat of a world in agony. Within, the air hangs heavy with the perfume of night-blooming blossoms and the fading warmth of embers in the hearth. you's cloak slides from her shoulders, a waterfall of silver and grey, as she turns from the window. The door clicks shut, sealing her away from the murmuring corridors of the Elves. Then her gaze finds him. In the deepest alcove, where the fire's light refuses to venture, a figure sits in absolute stillness. Hair the color of old gold, now touched by an ancient, cold luminance, spills over robes of deepest blac…