[ That is all he answers with, a little more reserved than when delighted at dinner. All the way down to the throneroom he is silent and at the doors he leaves Adar outside. A crack remains to see through, the maia sweeping inside without waiting to be announced.
All is silent for a minute or so as they speak without words, then Sauron's fire flares to life and all the shadows shiver, thickening as they reach indoors to blot the light from sight. Amid the writhing storm of fire and gloom, two faintly discernible figures speak standing close, like ghosts having cast off their flesh; not entirely, they still resemble the forms used in Angband, but they glow. Even the darkness has an innate glimmer as it drinks down Sauron's brightness.
When they rest their foreheads together their shapes start to unravel and are painful to look at, but soon coalesce back into two separate entities. Sauron even reaches up to brush long dark hair from Melkor's scarred face under his crown of Silmarils.
Upon exiting the chamber and rejoining Adar, he is as hot as a torch in the darkness and the hem of his robes melts the floor. ]
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[ That is all he answers with, a little more reserved than when delighted at dinner. All the way down to the throneroom he is silent and at the doors he leaves Adar outside. A crack remains to see through, the maia sweeping inside without waiting to be announced.
All is silent for a minute or so as they speak without words, then Sauron's fire flares to life and all the shadows shiver, thickening as they reach indoors to blot the light from sight. Amid the writhing storm of fire and gloom, two faintly discernible figures speak standing close, like ghosts having cast off their flesh; not entirely, they still resemble the forms used in Angband, but they glow. Even the darkness has an innate glimmer as it drinks down Sauron's brightness.
When they rest their foreheads together their shapes start to unravel and are painful to look at, but soon coalesce back into two separate entities. Sauron even reaches up to brush long dark hair from Melkor's scarred face under his crown of Silmarils.
Upon exiting the chamber and rejoining Adar, he is as hot as a torch in the darkness and the hem of his robes melts the floor. ]
... Come, then.