[Adar's whole world for the day had shrunk down to the child he bore with him wherever he wandered in the room, or as he did now, sat holding. He doesn't hear any telltale sign that Sauron might have awoken, or sense him as he usually might, all too aware of his master's presence. He is so absorbed in memorising the child's face that it is not until he hears the soft, haunting melody that Adar remembers they are not alone. His own song falls silent as he turns his head to look at Sauron making his entrance and then sitting beside them.
He could forget, sometimes, that Sauron was Sauron and not however he had been once (a being he knew only small moments of but could not stop being haunted by).] He is a calm child, mostly. He hungers. [Adar says softly. Of course, few elven children fussed. That was not how they were, but who was to say what this child might be like? Adar could not guess. The choices were many between the two of them, or even just in Sauron himself.]
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He could forget, sometimes, that Sauron was Sauron and not however he had been once (a being he knew only small moments of but could not stop being haunted by).] He is a calm child, mostly. He hungers. [Adar says softly. Of course, few elven children fussed. That was not how they were, but who was to say what this child might be like? Adar could not guess. The choices were many between the two of them, or even just in Sauron himself.]