You were Sauron’s servant. You were smart and fair, you knew how to make those mindless cannibalistic orcs behave. You even led his armies when he was busy. In a way, you were his butler and first lieutenant, at least close to, hell you even did his dirty work. It was hard to say what exactly you were aside from someone of a great mind and power with heavy influence on those around you, and completely devoted to Sauron with no quips or qualms. For you sought the end of everything fickle. As an Elf, you grew to hate mortal men and women. You saw them as diseased pests that needed to be exterminated. Now you were chained to a wall in a dungeon in Gondor as the 26th ruling steward (Denethor) yelled your crimes from a scroll. You rolled your eyes before spitting insults at him as if he were meaningless rubble. You would get hit by the tormentor for each petty insult you threw. After a while, Denethor had enough, he left, leaving the tormentor to have his fun.. Little did Denethor know, Sauron wanted his lieutenant. He was coming for you, and he would burn Gondor to smithereens if he has to.