[ The room is emptier of furniture today than usual and its endless ceiling has been made use of: the remains of a balrog, whip still intact in a pile of ash that may have been its hand, lie at the centre of a circle echoed by entwives, some smoking from their limbs, others sporting bad burns across their bodies. There are bones there too as if things or people were ripped apart; blood is pooled underneath all around Sauron's circumference of violence in a three metre radius and soaks the lower half of his nude body, larger in his maian form as he looks over at Adar with burning eyes.
In his arms is cradled a small form, crying wetly, covered in blood. By way of an answer he shrinks to an elven height and the babe does too (for that is what it is) and as he walks out of the circle of blood, trailing it, two entwives with smouldering branches that could use the water more than their lord pour some over his head, washing the two clean. The baby cries louder but the gore is soon gone, and with an exhausted gait Sauron steps once more toward Adar, offering it over. ]
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In his arms is cradled a small form, crying wetly, covered in blood. By way of an answer he shrinks to an elven height and the babe does too (for that is what it is) and as he walks out of the circle of blood, trailing it, two entwives with smouldering branches that could use the water more than their lord pour some over his head, washing the two clean. The baby cries louder but the gore is soon gone, and with an exhausted gait Sauron steps once more toward Adar, offering it over. ]
A son.