[ A warlike child to rival Luthien is the plan, as much as it benefits Sauron otherwise the notion of having a ready-made soldier greater than a balrog to command has Morgoth interested. Not in Adar, who is as an ant or a cog in a machine, but pleased with Sauron's cunning cleverness. Sloughing off the tension he was carrying before the audience, the maia keeps an eye on Adar as he leads him to his private chambers, the more beautiful wraiths and smart balrogs seen in passing in these levels. A small fleet of exquisite women flutter by in their translucent gowns, their faces hard and gnarled as bark when they glance over a shoulder to titter at the handsomeness of their lord; traitorous entwives, feeders of the great forge fires in exchange for safety from their brunt. At one point a huge spidery shadow crawls overhead through the shadows rattling a noise of surprise to see Adar, a secret guardian of the inner sanctum who melts into the darkness, and then they finally come to Sauron's main chamber.
He opens the door for Adar, a polite and calculated move; only slightly taller now. He can sense something is off with his uruk, an unease that makes him hold his tongue. ]
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He opens the door for Adar, a polite and calculated move; only slightly taller now. He can sense something is off with his uruk, an unease that makes him hold his tongue. ]
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