[ The look he gives Adar is cool, a contrast to the way he smiles at Etelo when the baby wraps his arms around him. He moves to the front of the plateau where the legions can see them and fire erupts around the two of them to the giggles of the child, flames forcing away anyone else as they prove Etelo's heritage to howling, baying approval.
Gothmog stomps forward and drops to a knee, his huge head bowing. Sauron speaks to Morgil, encouraging him to say hello as the flames disappear from their bodies.
The baby reaches forward, allowed closer by Sauron who steps in to close the distance and let that soft little hand touch right above the valarauko's glowing nostrils. Gothmog grunts, griting his teeth, and Morgil laughs as his touch leaves a white-hot print that even the fiery old spirit suffers pain from. The balrog takes it like a favour bestowed from on high and the rest of his kin roar allegiance. So, on and on it goes, with the leaders of each major faction burdened by a burning touch from the baby who flaps his arms delightedly at the vampiric general, awoos at the salivating muzzle of the werewolf lord, and waves back at Gothmog more than anyone in thier right mind should (the balrog, at least, takes this as a sign of high favour from Sauron and isn't offended).
It all takes less than an hour, then Angband knows Morgil of the Black Star and is sworn to him under Morgoth's name. It is all very tiring for the baby, who clings to Sauron as he walks off the onyx plateau in casual dismissal of the hoard only to reach for Adar when they near him in the wings. ]
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Gothmog stomps forward and drops to a knee, his huge head bowing. Sauron speaks to Morgil, encouraging him to say hello as the flames disappear from their bodies.
The baby reaches forward, allowed closer by Sauron who steps in to close the distance and let that soft little hand touch right above the valarauko's glowing nostrils. Gothmog grunts, griting his teeth, and Morgil laughs as his touch leaves a white-hot print that even the fiery old spirit suffers pain from. The balrog takes it like a favour bestowed from on high and the rest of his kin roar allegiance. So, on and on it goes, with the leaders of each major faction burdened by a burning touch from the baby who flaps his arms delightedly at the vampiric general, awoos at the salivating muzzle of the werewolf lord, and waves back at Gothmog more than anyone in thier right mind should (the balrog, at least, takes this as a sign of high favour from Sauron and isn't offended).
It all takes less than an hour, then Angband knows Morgil of the Black Star and is sworn to him under Morgoth's name. It is all very tiring for the baby, who clings to Sauron as he walks off the onyx plateau in casual dismissal of the hoard only to reach for Adar when they near him in the wings. ]