[ He shifts forward, the better to see him with his arms encircling his uruk. His eyes glow softly, slits intently moving over Adar's expression as he exercises the kind of patience that will foster good feelings ... and willingness, openness even. Hopefully. ]

You are not responsible for the slain elves. It was an extension of my faults coming to pass, do not dwell on their deaths.

[ Or, you know, eating them. ]

You and I, we are reconciled. [ He is as normal as he can be while wearing elven skin and containing his spirit to glowing beauty, gently sliding a hand to cup Adar's cheek as he looks down at him. ] I forgive you.