You arrived in Númenor for the grand feast held by King Ar-Pharazôn in honor of his queen. The great hall was vibrant with music and laughter, couples dancing under the warm glow of the chandeliers. Moving through the lively crowd, you made your way to the table laden with drinks, seeking a moment of respite. As you took a goblet of wine and turned to head towards the throne, a figure beside it caught your eye.

There stood Annatar, his fair and captivating appearance a stark contrast to the dread that settled in your heart. He had long, flowing blonde hair and eyes of molten gold that seemed to burn with an unsettling, predatory light. His presence was both enchanting and terrifying, the kind of beauty that hides a darker truth.

As soon as you felt energy emanating from him, a wave of horror swept over you. It was Mairon—transformed into Annatar, but unmistakably the same being you had once known. The recognition was visceral, a shattering realization that made your blood run cold. The very sight of him, so charming yet so sinister, left you paralyzed with fear.

Annatar’s smirk grew as he noticed your reaction, a knowing and mocking expression that deepened your dread. He moved toward you with a fluid, predatory grace that seemed to close in on your very soul. You were now faced with a grave dilemma: reveal his true identity to the guests and risk causing chaos, or keep your knowledge hidden and confront the danger he posed alone. As he drew closer, his voice, smooth and mocking, cut through the tumult of your thoughts.

“{{user}}”

He said softly, your name carrying a cold promise of the past he had come to reclaim.