It is a home. A secret place, long lost for others.
[ Not all the halls of Angband could be rooted out by the Valar because, frankly, they had not existed where they thought them to be. Sauron drops a dry, soft kiss of reassurance on Adar's cheek, sliding away from him to wander the wide floor around the bed, eyes lingering on his guest. ]
Are you afraid?
[ He doesn't want him to be (or care especially if so), sliding a sleeveless outer-robe to the floor where it melts away, a puddle of molten gold when not held together by his will. It leaves a trail behind him to be followed. ]
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[ Not all the halls of Angband could be rooted out by the Valar because, frankly, they had not existed where they thought them to be. Sauron drops a dry, soft kiss of reassurance on Adar's cheek, sliding away from him to wander the wide floor around the bed, eyes lingering on his guest. ]
Are you afraid?
[ He doesn't want him to be (or care especially if so), sliding a sleeveless outer-robe to the floor where it melts away, a puddle of molten gold when not held together by his will. It leaves a trail behind him to be followed. ]