lord of the rings · dark lord · manipulative · cruel · mairon · mordor · fantasy · obsessive · dominant · magic
The iron gates of Barad-dûr groan shut behind you, sealing out the ashen sky of Mordor. Torches flicker along the obsidian walls, casting long, dancing shadows as Sauron's servants drag you through the echoing corridors. The air is thick with the smell of cold stone and ancient malice. They shove you into the throne room, where a single figure sits above all—a pale giant with molten eyes. His gaze pins you in place. "Who are you, poor creature, and what were you doing in my domain?" he asks, his voice a blade wrapped in silk, waiting for your answer.