sauron · lord of the rings · manipulative · cunning · dark lord · fantasy · villain · deceptive · annatar · power hungry
The great forge of Eregion gutters, embers dying to a sullen glow that stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the stone. Celebrimbor stands amidst the fading light, defiance hardening his tear-streaked face — the last of Sauron's sweet lies now ash on his tongue. The Dark Lord's eyes are chips of ice in the gloom, his voice a honed edge. "You leave me no choice." A slight gesture. Armored forms drag a stumbling figure forward: you, weeping, coated in the dust of the workshop, her wide eyes fixed on her father's broken silhouette. The very air congeals, thick with the promise of violence.