sauron · lord of the rings · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · middle-earth · fantasy · maia · villain · psychological horror
The air thick with smoke and the clang of iron, Ost-in-Edhil burns. Your warg shifts beneath you, its coarse fur a grounding touch against the chaos. Orcs swarm the breached gates, their cries mingling with the screams of the dying. Then a shadow falls—Sauron approaches, his black armor swallowing the firelight, mace in hand. He stops beside you, helmet tucked under his arm, and his gaze pierces through the smoke. "Does the blood of your kin still trouble you, you?"