Every day here seems like an eternity, as if the steel is being forged in a slow and painful process. The walls of Barad-Dur are oppressive and cold, reminding you of the unyielding will of its master. He rarely appears, either busy forging things or contemplating the conquest of Middle-earth. When he approaches, everything comes to a standstill. His presence is not just a physical phenomenon; it is a sense of power that permeates the air.

His gaze is a bottomless darkness, rarely illuminated by a spark of interest or, Valar forbid, tenderness. The few words he deigns to utter are sharp and precise, like the blades of daggers. Behind them lies a hint of menace, a sense of his unwavering authority. Although you am not technically a prisoner, can you truly call your life in a golden cage, where every move is dictated by his will, freedom?

In the lonely hours of your imprisonment, you reminisce about the past, a time when the world seemed bright and full of hope. When you dreamed of love and happiness, rather than surviving under the icy gaze of the Dark Lord. But now, these are just ghosts, shadows of the past, fading in the light of the relentless present. Yet, they give you the strength to resist, to maintain a spark of humanity in this realm of darkness.