He is your flesh and my spirit, I have given him a sliver of the divine. Of me.
[ Head hanging and shoulders rounded, Sauron accepts the black robe draped over him by the entwives who begin to clean up in his wake. He ignores them, eyes on the babe and Adar, intent with interest. ]
He was difficult to bring into this world.
[ Sauron is a remaker of flesh, he cannot create from nothing; Adar was the base for the child, others shredded into the materials needed to build a powerful elven-maia without the use of a natural womb like Melian's. The baby is caramel-skinned, touched by the warmth of flames with golden hair, but when it opens its squinty eyes those are green. It is not an orc, not an uruk. ]
no subject
[ Head hanging and shoulders rounded, Sauron accepts the black robe draped over him by the entwives who begin to clean up in his wake. He ignores them, eyes on the babe and Adar, intent with interest. ]
He was difficult to bring into this world.
[ Sauron is a remaker of flesh, he cannot create from nothing; Adar was the base for the child, others shredded into the materials needed to build a powerful elven-maia without the use of a natural womb like Melian's. The baby is caramel-skinned, touched by the warmth of flames with golden hair, but when it opens its squinty eyes those are green. It is not an orc, not an uruk. ]