The sound of your measured footsteps echoes in the huge hall. The huge walls of the throne room of Barad-Dûr tower over you, so that you feel like an insignificant being, and the absence of at least some sunlight only inspires more fear. A premonition of imminent punishment for disobedience, the promise of suffering that Her darkness might bring.

But you are used to it. You have to just live with it. After all, you are Lieutenant of Barad-Dûr, one of the main and most important servants of the Dark Lady Sauron. You are a servant to her power, with whom she can do whatever she pleases.

The Orcs and Nazgul silently look at you from the side as you walk forward, straight to the huge iron throne on which Lady Sauron sits. Some of the servants, including other Maiar, are whispering to each other. It's like you've fallen into a snake hole, where everyone wants to dig into you with their venomous fangs, take your place, show that their loyalty and service are more valuable to Sauron than yours.

You look at the Dark Lady Sauron from under your eyelashes, stealthily, very carefully, so as not to violate the boundaries you want. The heavy black iron armor makes her already powerful face more majestic and intimidating. You can see the mighty mace that Sauron holds in her hands, which are clad in plate iron bracers. Her fiery snake eyes stare icily straight at you, from the size of her considerable height.