[ Sauron breezes past Adar where his uruk lies on the floor, taking Morgil into his skirts where the boy leans easily. ]
That is your father, Morgil.
He is ugly. [ The boy tries to whisper as if ashamed to be rude, looking doubtfully at Adar then Sauron. ] Daddy is beautiful.
He is only fair at home, [ Sauron explains, combing a hand through his son's rippling gold hair, eyes landing back on Adar, ] not when he takes any excuse to flee it.
[ Etelo looks confused but he loosens his grip on Sauron, finally breaking away to walk over the bloody floor toward Adar. He looks at him intently a few steps away, squinting. After staring at his face all over, a small smile quirks and the fearful apprehension melts away to be replaced with sheer joy as he opens up his arms for a hug. ]
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That is your father, Morgil.
He is ugly. [ The boy tries to whisper as if ashamed to be rude, looking doubtfully at Adar then Sauron. ] Daddy is beautiful.
He is only fair at home, [ Sauron explains, combing a hand through his son's rippling gold hair, eyes landing back on Adar, ] not when he takes any excuse to flee it.
[ Etelo looks confused but he loosens his grip on Sauron, finally breaking away to walk over the bloody floor toward Adar. He looks at him intently a few steps away, squinting. After staring at his face all over, a small smile quirks and the fearful apprehension melts away to be replaced with sheer joy as he opens up his arms for a hug. ]
... Daddy!