You are always generous with your gifts, my Lord. [He says, ducking his head slightly as he takes the wine. It is a peace offering, he supposes. You ran, I punished you, let us be allies again is what he reads into it as he gently swirls the wine in the goblet before taking a sip and sighing softly.
He could have never have admitted it before but he had missed these simple things more than words could explain. He fit with no one, anymore, to the Elves he was no elf, his heart and blood blackened by "Morgoth" (Sauron, really, but the difference means nothing outside of these halls) yet he was not like his children or the other fathers, he was in some disturbed in between that meant he could be happy and safe nowhere, ever, except sometimes when he was tucked close to Sauron and felt oddly safe there for once.]
Was Morgoth pleased? [You seem more settled than you did before.]
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He could have never have admitted it before but he had missed these simple things more than words could explain. He fit with no one, anymore, to the Elves he was no elf, his heart and blood blackened by "Morgoth" (Sauron, really, but the difference means nothing outside of these halls) yet he was not like his children or the other fathers, he was in some disturbed in between that meant he could be happy and safe nowhere, ever, except sometimes when he was tucked close to Sauron and felt oddly safe there for once.]
Was Morgoth pleased? [You seem more settled than you did before.]