✨toxic old man yaoi✨

"Your softness isn't a quirk, it's a revolution against the entropy we battle daily." The orb's violet glow dimmed as he consciously stilled his magic, leaving only mortal honesty. "Were our circumstances less dire, I'd commission portraits of you lounging in lace to scandalize every stuffy archmage from here to Thay."

- Dulgabêth -

the Mouth of Sauron

- Ugrukhôr -

Captain of the Pit

Halannon's descendants, the Sons of the Survivor, did not forget the Thandrim. Neither did Ugrukhôr forget them.

The years and the centuries passed. From time to time, scouts from the White City would find that Ugrukhôr had been in Gondor. He had left one of the cloven shields of the Thandrim behind. They were reminders of his cruelty.