Ladies and Gentlemen, from deep beneath the Mines of Moria, I give you: The Balrog!
A fissure opens in the ground. Flames billow out. A dark, taloned hand grabs the ledge and a large creature pulls himself out. His large head turns, and he stares out into the Nexus. "Elllllen? Elllllllleeeeeeennnnnn? You're not Ellen," he says, glaring at some random woman. "Can you people keep it down? What does a Demon of Terror have to do to get a decent night's sleep around here?"
He turns and peers back over his shoulder. "Do my wings look too metaphorical to you?"
He turns and peers back over his shoulder. "Do my wings look too metaphorical to you?"