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.