[He hadn't known exactly what this would entail (nor had he any wish too, if he was honest), but the sight he sees as it slowly registers in his mind is certainly not what he might have ever conceived of on his own. It takes a few moments for him to even settle on Sauron, there is so much blood it burns his nostrils, the metallic scent threatening to overwhelm his still dizzy head before his eyes finally settle on the fire of Sauron's and then flick down to the child.
Their child.
Somehow he didn't think Melian had had this much trouble, but he also didn't really know if Sauron had used other means to alter the child before it was born and so needed more than usual means to bring it forth. He didn't even know if there were usual means in a case like this. He talks a step inside, then another as Sauron approaches him, his eyes fixed now on the child.]
A son. [He repeats, almost disbelieving that any of this is real. It doesn't feel real. It feels like his nightmares and dreams have taken up a dance and come to haunt his waking mind. He takes the child when it is offered, easily holding him. It was a familiar thing, children were so cherished by the elves that he had before the war held many even though he had none of his own, and in Angband he had sometimes snuck in to hold the little orcs that came from his flesh before they too quickly grew and became things he could not soothe.
This baby though was perfect and Adar finds himself entranced by him. He traces, so gently, along the babys cheek, his sweet little chin.] He is beautiful.
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Their child.
Somehow he didn't think Melian had had this much trouble, but he also didn't really know if Sauron had used other means to alter the child before it was born and so needed more than usual means to bring it forth. He didn't even know if there were usual means in a case like this. He talks a step inside, then another as Sauron approaches him, his eyes fixed now on the child.]
A son. [He repeats, almost disbelieving that any of this is real. It doesn't feel real. It feels like his nightmares and dreams have taken up a dance and come to haunt his waking mind. He takes the child when it is offered, easily holding him. It was a familiar thing, children were so cherished by the elves that he had before the war held many even though he had none of his own, and in Angband he had sometimes snuck in to hold the little orcs that came from his flesh before they too quickly grew and became things he could not soothe.
This baby though was perfect and Adar finds himself entranced by him. He traces, so gently, along the babys cheek, his sweet little chin.] He is beautiful.