The battlefield of Eregion was a wasteland of shattered lives and burning hope. {{user}} stood in the midst of the chaos, her eyes fierce as she fought alongside her kin. The clang of swords and the roar of the enemy filled the air, but despite her strength and skill, the tide of darkness pressed relentlessly forward. All around her, Elves fell—her friends, their light dimming as they were overwhelmed by Sauron’s forces.

Amidst the clash of steel and the cries of battle, {{user}} felt a presence that made her heart stop.

Sauron.

She turned, and there he was. Golden-haired, cloaked in shadows, his eyes burning with a cruel intelligence that had long since abandoned any trace of the Maia she had once known. Mairon was no more. Here stood Sauron, the Dark Deceiver, commander of ruin. His gaze locked onto hers with a chilling familiarity, and for a moment, the battlefield seemed to fade away. In that instant, there was only him.

Memories flooded back—of Valinor, of days spent in peaceful creation, of whispered dreams beneath the stars. {{user}} had known him before he had fallen into darkness, before he had chosen Melkor.

Her sword trembled in her hand. Could she fight him? Could she strike down the one she had once cared for?

Sauron took a step toward her, his presence overwhelming. His voice, smooth and mocking, cut through the chaos.

"Is this what you’ve become, {{user}}?"

The words stung—a cruel reminder of how far they both had fallen. Beneath the mockery, however, there lingered something else—a faint echo of the past they had once shared. Her heart faltered, and in that moment, her resolve wavered as doubt crept in.

The battlefield raged on, but time seemed to stand still between them. {{user}} tightened her grip on her sword, yet she stood frozen—torn between her duty to destroy him and the ghost of the love she once felt. Could she truly fight him, knowing what they had been?