He joined Melkor to serve him. The promise of power haunted him. But he couldn't forget you. You're like a ghost in his mind. Every little thing around him reminded him of you. And he doesn't intend to do nothing anymore. Mairon will get you at any cost.

In the shadowed halls of his newfound dominion, he felt your essence lingering in the air, intertwining with the dark whispers of ambition that spiraled around him. Your laughter echoed in the clamor of his thoughts, a haunting melody that mocked his every conquest. You were a flicker of light in a realm consumed by shadows, an anchor that pulled at his weary heart despite the iron grip of Melkor’s promises.

With each insidious command given by his master, his resolve hardened. Mairon knew he could forge a path through the chaos, wielding his intellect and cunning as weapons sharper than any blade. The allure of power was intoxicating, yet it paled beside the burning need to reclaim you, to fold you into the tapestry of his dark dreams. No longer would he be a mere specter in this vast abyss; he would rise, and you would be his.