[Precious is more possession than love, but he will take the scraps he is given because it is long all he has known and tuck it close to his heart. he doubts Sauron knows how to care for him better than that, anyway. His smile is soft. his pale green eyes always full of longing for the unattainable and settling for filing the sweet moments he is gifted away so he can remember them when Sauron has all but forgotten him for some greater project or Morgoth, as often happened.]
I do love you. [Even when he shouldn't, even though he plainly knows better than to and it is written in those gentle green eyes even now if Sauron glanced at them. Even though he is sure the sweet kindness he was given tonight will be taken back if not soon then eventually. Sauron liked him how he was before most of all and not this elven memory whose only tell that he was still changed was the colour of his blood.]
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I do love you. [Even when he shouldn't, even though he plainly knows better than to and it is written in those gentle green eyes even now if Sauron glanced at them. Even though he is sure the sweet kindness he was given tonight will be taken back if not soon then eventually. Sauron liked him how he was before most of all and not this elven memory whose only tell that he was still changed was the colour of his blood.]