He was now standing atop a white tower, contrasting heavily with his plated
armor. It was solid, the breastplate was made up of interlocking plates overlain with a solid sheet on black-steel, with the pauldrons being large, round, thick, and a row of spikes ran from beside his head down towards the arm, stopping just before reaching a flat angle, and a single row of curved spikes running down his back. The gauntlets were much like the breastplate except they linked to the breastplate with a thin leather sleeve, reinforced with black-steel studs. His greaves were made up of several, thick black-steel cones that were stacked, upsidedown, locking downward to his boots and were elongated at their outside edges to form sharp spikes, and his boots were solid black-steel which connected to the boots with thick leather sleeve and reinforced with metal plating. Along with the dark color were red stains that were put at many areas that were it not obviously paint would appear to be blood. The single
sword was long, a little under four feet and relatively thin. It was insanely sharp and the color of dry iron. The hilt fell back on its ends, providing a secondary blade over the knuckle, and was inset with a single, medium sized ruby where the blade meets the hilt. It's name was Celestial Fire, the legendary blade of Nùmenor. He stared over the
city of Lòthlorien with extreme scorn and the memories of his past began to haunt him, bringing him to a mood of extreme hate.
