but don't make me your enemy

[eyefire]

( from here. )


[ Adar is left alone for a night. Sauron finds him in the obsidian hallways of the palace, the parts he is allowed to frequent as a captain, standing at the end of a corridor when Adar turns. His robes are dark, simmering with a soft burn at the ends of his robes, and his eyes are the only light of any worth, fixed on his uruk. ]

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[callmeadar]

[He does stalk home, unsupervised, despite the vast swaths of land he could try to escape by. It is clear now that Sauron will burn the continent to make him come back, if need be, and so he doesn't try. There was no need to have every elf blooded and split open and devoured before they had to be.

He doesn't know what to expect when he returns, but in truth he is treated the same as ever. Some brush past him like he is nothing, others stoop and bow and call him Adar like it is a prayer only he can answer. Sauron returns, that much he knows he both hears his coming and feels it, but the Maia doesn't find him or drag him to kneel in front of him (or worse, Morgoth).

Adar cannot sleep, he paces, relentlessly through the halls, sometimes trying doors that are locked to him on the off chance he'll piss off a balrog or something equally foul and they will forget themselves and end him. No such luck.

He senses him again before he sees him, it is always as if the very air warns of his coming. Terrible Dread indeed, but Adar has none of that left in him. He is angry and upset, his eyes bloodshot with both rage and tears that he had forgotten he could still shed. Pausing mid-step he looks at Sauron, not a fire god today, but a thing of shadow and embers like so much of this place.] Master. [He says, with a perfunctory little bow.] Did you need me?

babymaking, cont.

[eyefire]

[ Sauron has never split himself like this before, not to such a degree. He will in the future because it is a good way to ensure power is distributed in a way he can keep tabs on, but for now ... Unearthly screams rock Angband's depthless chasms and dungeons, giving hope to the prisoners there as guards speak of their master's anguish. Could Sauron be dying? Too many hearts are kindled with a flame of hope, too many will be broken when they come to realise he is fine.

He is simply giving birth.

It's when the balrogs and dragons quail that terror falls upon all under Thangorodrim: Morgoth's shadow rumbles and all is deafening for minutes as the Dark Lord provides what is (for Sauron) a soothing undercurrent of his presence, a terrifying living brilliance in the shadows throughout his dominion. Then, even louder than the Vala and Maia, the silence is engulfing as the screaming and bellowing eventually stop at the same moment.

All the evil things are fearful and frozen as stone, waiting.

The living darkness recedes.

Noise begins to hesitantly filter back into the realm. An entwife is sent to summon Adar to the chambers of the Lieutenant with all urgency, her brown bark face oddly pale as a birch despite being oak. ]