[He follows like the good dog he is, and just like one might he spies as best he can through the crack in the door. It tells him nothing he had not long known, they do not speak as he did to Sauron, nor even stay in their fana's fully. Sauron actually loved Morgoth in the way he wanted Adar to love him.
Before he turns to walk back out to Adar the Uruk has already turned away from the door, standing like a soldier at the door. He both wished he knew what was said and was glad that he did not. He could only imagine it had something to do with his plan to bring half-maia children into the world.
Or a child, at least.
He hoped it was only one.
Adar follows, off to the side as they walk as he has never been inclined to lose a foot to the melted stone that Sauron so often leaves in his wake like the dramatic bitch he is. Unlike usual, he doesn't say anything or ask anything. His mouth is dry, his arm throbs, he does his best to not think about anything more than keeping track of where they were in the palace.]
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Before he turns to walk back out to Adar the Uruk has already turned away from the door, standing like a soldier at the door. He both wished he knew what was said and was glad that he did not. He could only imagine it had something to do with his plan to bring half-maia children into the world.
Or a child, at least.
He hoped it was only one.
Adar follows, off to the side as they walk as he has never been inclined to lose a foot to the melted stone that Sauron so often leaves in his wake
like the dramatic bitch he is. Unlike usual, he doesn't say anything or ask anything. His mouth is dry, his arm throbs, he does his best to not think about anything more than keeping track of where they were in the palace.]