[It was not like he had control of truly anything except for the thoughts he had in the quiet dark of his rooms, anyway, but he had wanted to know more if he is to be made a party to this scheme. What would become of this child, should it live? What would he want with it besides something to keep Adar occupied and within the walls he clearly knew how to escape? His gentle worry about disappointing his master gets him some of the answers he desires, and at least Sauron doesn't seem to want to make it an outright slave or twisted beyond reason.
No so far.
When Sauron's lips are close he leans closer, stealing a light kiss that is more of a brushing of lips. All of this was his fault, anyway, for reminding Sauron of all his failed experiments. He should have kept his mouth shut.
There was only one thing he had that Sauron did not have on his own, and that was this, his seed, his ability to create life from almost nothing. The One's gift to his children, now twisted to other purposes.
The bread offers a reprieve from the need to think, his stomach growling again when it is laid out before him as he takes a slice and spreads it with butter and honey. He would not ask where all this came from, he did not want to know.]
That would be a mighty child, [he says eventually, just before he takes a bite of bread, a soft sigh of pleasure falling from his honey-covered lips as he does.]
no subject
No so far.
When Sauron's lips are close he leans closer, stealing a light kiss that is more of a brushing of lips. All of this was his fault, anyway, for reminding Sauron of all his failed experiments. He should have kept his mouth shut.
There was only one thing he had that Sauron did not have on his own, and that was this, his seed, his ability to create life from almost nothing. The One's gift to his children, now twisted to other purposes.
The bread offers a reprieve from the need to think, his stomach growling again when it is laid out before him as he takes a slice and spreads it with butter and honey. He would not ask where all this came from, he did not want to know.]
That would be a mighty child, [he says eventually, just before he takes a bite of bread, a soft sigh of pleasure falling from his honey-covered lips as he does.]