[It is not that he isn't moved by his son's pleas, but an hour or two makes little difference and he lays in the dark, looking up at the sky that he so often missed.
If he were running he could be most of the way to Himring by the time he gets up to move again. He cannot work out what he possibly did this time. He had taken their child, as Sauron wished, to the gathering. He had not claimed him, had not drawn attention to himself, had taken him home to tuck him into bed and then never seen him again.
Eventually, he is back within the walls of the mountain he knew so well. Better, maybe, than anyone except for the lords who reined over it. if there are still orcs guarding the doors when he gets all the way up to Sauron's room, they will be regretting it if they don't let him past. He's had enough and apparently all the screaming has been in his name anyway. What was a few more? The spiders too are at risk of meeting his sword if they are still there. Fuck them all.]
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If he were running he could be most of the way to Himring by the time he gets up to move again. He cannot work out what he possibly did this time. He had taken their child, as Sauron wished, to the gathering. He had not claimed him, had not drawn attention to himself, had taken him home to tuck him into bed and then never seen him again.
Eventually, he is back within the walls of the mountain he knew so well. Better, maybe, than anyone except for the lords who reined over it. if there are still orcs guarding the doors when he gets all the way up to Sauron's room, they will be regretting it if they don't let him past. He's had enough and apparently all the screaming has been in his name anyway. What was a few more? The spiders too are at risk of meeting his sword if they are still there. Fuck them all.]