You are not in control of what happens once I have your seed, it is not within your power to manipulate it. I will forge a child strong enough to walk through fire and command shadows, it will know the depths of Thangorodrim like the back of its hand and take after its clever elven father who knows the mountains' secrets.

I know all these things because they ring true when I look at you, [ like now, leaning in for a sort-of kiss as he speaks and words slur across Adar's lips, ] you are capable of giving me what I need to begin this endeavour. That is all.

[ The goblin that brings a tray of food does so unobtrusively, offering it until Sauron notices and takes the platter to balance on their laps for Adar: hot brown bread, soft and thick, with a pot of butter and honey beside a breadknife. ]