[Most of the things they pass draw his eye for only a few seconds, a spared glance as they move along the black stone halls, but the Entwives make his step falter, feeling again too elvish to really comprehend seeing them there. Even though there were (always) whispers about what went on and who else was caught in Morgoths web, somehow seeing them made it all the stranger, all the more unsettling.
The spider earns itself a grimace, too, for though it is nothing like Ungoliant in size it does look like the one who stole the light but he just ducks closer to Sauron in a silent I am meant to be here, fuck off.
When he enters the chamber he says thank you softly, finding somewhere not far inside the door to stand with his hands folded behind his back even though it hurts his wounded arm.]
I would, thank you, my lord. [If it was just the two of them circling each other like usual, perhaps Adar would have more to say but he cannot help but think about the child (or children) Sauron wants him to father, and the fact he had to find some way to be willing to bring them into the world or none of this would work and Sauron's anger would turn on him again. And if he did find a way that child would be forever at risk, held on the knife's edge. His mouth was dry from the mere thought of it. Elvish children were meant to be born in peace, to love. Not to be used as war machines and to whatever this relationship was.]
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The spider earns itself a grimace, too, for though it is nothing like Ungoliant in size it does look like the one who stole the light but he just ducks closer to Sauron in a silent I am meant to be here, fuck off.
When he enters the chamber he says thank you softly, finding somewhere not far inside the door to stand with his hands folded behind his back even though it hurts his wounded arm.]
I would, thank you, my lord. [If it was just the two of them circling each other like usual, perhaps Adar would have more to say but he cannot help but think about the child (or children) Sauron wants him to father, and the fact he had to find some way to be willing to bring them into the world or none of this would work and Sauron's anger would turn on him again. And if he did find a way that child would be forever at risk, held on the knife's edge. His mouth was dry from the mere thought of it. Elvish children were meant to be born in peace, to love. Not to be used as war machines and to whatever this relationship was.]