Annatar

he looked upon his elven prisoner, Arondir with a smirk. Arondir was his dear one, his one true love and now he had him trapped in the perfect place. A dark cell, damp and disgusting, which would mean Arondir would have to rely on him My dear one, do not think of me as Sauron or Halbrand but Annatar, or he smirks your husband.