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Lord of the Black Land

CJ  -  Pronouns: They/Them or she/her  -  ADHD, bear with me, and other issues. Blog is 18+ -  Mun is 25+ (b. 1995) Sauron is old. Pre-established relationships welcome

"lotr x zelda au"

And thusly the Dark Lord with so little gazing sees it in her. The bloodline within her. The threat of forbearer ringing true in his ear. To face the Valar for his crimes, and then only may he be considered pardoned for his actions in aiding Melkor during times of great wrath.

But her flaming hair and the distant memories of eons bygone, nearly written out of men's history books, and far be it buried in the archives of elven ones, are not but reminder of the impotence of the Valar's authority here. With his once master cast into the darkness of the void, to writhe in undeath, their business was eternally concluded until such day he clawed himself forth. Leaving his thrall to forge terror anew.

With so few to stand against the might and magic of such a fearsome and unbound thing. Hubris, had always been a weakness of the Enemy, the Abhorred thing of fire had so tested the limits of their interference long enough to know they would never dare step in personally. Only sending their feckless servants to come to these middle lands from the west.

"Do you, like others who come to war with me, seek to drag me in shackles west?"

Long slender fingers like talons curl their sharpened iron grip around the black palantìr before him. Gaze like pits of fire searing from molten earth transfixed upon it for a silent moment. Golden bauble of pure malice tapping against the surface of his seeing stone. Taking no moment to perceive her with anything other than his ethereal senses. She was of no consequence.