[His body is easy to give up, desirable too even. But his mind, his desires, his secret thoughts? He squirrelled them away like he was expecting an unforgiving winter and it was hard to force himself to push past the practised responses and allow himself to be seen to be vulnerable and to do so willingly and not just by force.
That is what this requires. To name his son something he might have named him if the world were still bright and shimmering and if he was still fair and carefree. That is what is asked of him.
Show me your heart might as well be the request. The "gift".
Every answer he can think of he fears even as he listens to the foul and prophetic name Sauron gives this sweet-faced babe who sighs softly in his sleep, breathing in time with Adar. Naming his children has always been a secret thing, whispered in the dark to ears that will likely forget him, never on purpose but in due course.
He looks down at the babe. There is nothing about him that seems like a black star. He leans down, brushing a soft kiss over his brow and breathing in the scent of new life that was not fouled by darkness yet.]
Let it be Etelehtio, then. [A name suited for whichever way their son might go, be it like Sauron or Adar in nature. Yet it was also a name with the taste of Adar's subversive wants in it.] Little Etelo.
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That is what this requires. To name his son something he might have named him if the world were still bright and shimmering and if he was still fair and carefree. That is what is asked of him.
Show me your heart might as well be the request. The "gift".
Every answer he can think of he fears even as he listens to the foul and prophetic name Sauron gives this sweet-faced babe who sighs softly in his sleep, breathing in time with Adar. Naming his children has always been a secret thing, whispered in the dark to ears that will likely forget him, never on purpose but in due course.
He looks down at the babe. There is nothing about him that seems like a black star. He leans down, brushing a soft kiss over his brow and breathing in the scent of new life that was not fouled by darkness yet.]
Let it be Etelehtio, then. [A name suited for whichever way their son might go, be it like Sauron or Adar in nature. Yet it was also a name with the taste of Adar's subversive wants in it.] Little Etelo.