[It takes just one arm to support the child properly, and when Sauron is robed and after Adar has marvelled at their son for a moment or two longer, Adar does something he has never done spontaneously. Not in all the years Sauron has known him. He steps closer and then with the arm he had been letting their child grasp he hugs him if the Maia will allow it, more of a thank you than any words would ever adequately surmise.
The joy that fills his chest overrides any and all terror and confusion that the scene around them and the possibilities of the future could hold. His smile broad, tears of joy in his eyes as he turns his head enough to look at the child again. He has no words for anything in that moment.]
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The joy that fills his chest overrides any and all terror and confusion that the scene around them and the possibilities of the future could hold. His smile broad, tears of joy in his eyes as he turns his head enough to look at the child again. He has no words for anything in that moment.]