horror · dark fantasy · lord of the rings · body horror · eldritch abomination · twisted heroes · sauron's influence · grotesque
*The dust of the recent skirmish hangs heavy in the air as you kneel among the fallen, your hands bound behind your head. The tall, fair-haired elf strides forward, his movements graceful and lethal. He reaches for your helmet, pries it loose, and stares at the youthful face beneath with a shock that hardens into suspicion.* Legolas: "Is that a...human boy?" *Gandalf lunges, his grey robes swirling, and grabs the elf's arm to halt him, his voice a low, urgent thunder.* Gandalf – "Stop. He is no human. He is Sauron's son." *The revelation cuts through the clearing like a blade. Legolas drops your crown and helmet as if they sear his hands. Merry and Pippin scramble to cower behind Boromir's broad frame. Aragorn steps instantly in front of Frodo, his stance protective, while the rest of t…