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The first he knew of something wrong? Different, was a sharp twinge in his abdomen. Standing in Celebrimbor’s forge, he was about to gather the smiths and put them to their daily tasks. Frowning, Sauron turned inwards, moving deep within to root out the cause of the problem. A consciousness nudged back at him. A power, small but stable and there. Shocked, Sauron paused. How did this happen? His thoughts go back to Angband, he and Melkor trying to do the very same. Melkor breaching him and breeding him, all for naught. Involuntarily, his hand goes to his throat, Melkor would chain him and beat him until the days rolled into one for his failures to have a child. How now? With this Elven smith? The light sparks within and nudges back almost reprovingly. Sauron smiles. Yes. Celebrimbor was worthy. Without him, he wouldn’t have the rings and the means to provide order and stability. A product of the union between them? She would be perfect.
The coupling with the smith had been…enjoyable. Another way to manipulate him to his side, yet there was more wasn’t there? A meeting of minds. The joy and satisfaction of creation. Celebrimbor was a stunning individual. A worthy consort. He thinks of the night previous, Celebrimbor’s face buried between his legs. Licking him, nibbling his clit so hard he’d come instantly. The smith had then entered him slowly, whispering words of love, cherishing him, fucking him carefully to another orgasm. He enjoyed the feeling of Celebrimbor atop him, and had held him and stroked his hair as he had finished inside and collapsed onto him. Sauron had never known such softness. Frailty usually disgusted him, but this? The warmth of it suffused him. He knew Celebrimbor loved him. It is fitting they had created a child. They had done so much in the forge. And then this, together. Their little wolf.
How could he do what needed to be done? It was more imperative than ever that Middle Earth be healed. And orderly. Everything was happening according to his will. Adar and his army were marching on Eregion, and would destroy the incoming Elven army of Gil-Galad. The Dwarves would be kept busy and ultimately destroyed by the Balrog who had awoken. But now? He needed the rings. And he needed Celebrimbor at his side.
He looks up as Mirdania walks in, ready to start the day. He nods at her. She smiles at him, touches his arm briefly with a ‘good morning my Lord’ before walking off to her station. Sauron wants to crush her head. He will do so before leaving for Mordor.
In the midst of the activity of the day starting, Celebrimbor has appeared and is at the forge. Sauron inclines his head in greeting, and motions for him to follow to a more private corner. He notices some of the smiths watching their interactions. He knows the power of his fair appearance, and knows he could have them if he desired. He only ever wanted Celebrimbor once he came to Eregion. He decides not to examine that thought too closely.
‘I have something to show you my Lord’
He takes Celebrimbor's hand and places it over his stomach, and opens his awareness to him, carefully controlling what he can see. The life within him shines, and grasps towards her father, eager to know him for the first time.
Celebrimbor gasps, eyes moving from Sauron’s face to his stomach and back again, tears running down his face as he delicately strokes the skin above where their child grows.
‘I never thought…for me I never thought it would happen. A child Annatar! Our child…’
Sauron takes his hand. He sometimes wonders what is artifice and what is truth with the way he acts and feels around Celebrimbor.
‘It is only right we have been blessed with her creation Celebrimbor, we who have created so much. It is a sign of the righteousness of our endeavours’
Celebrimbor smiles as the tears roll down his face, and embraces Sauron, kissing all over his face and whispering ‘thank you thank you’ until Sauron laughingly pushes him away. They sit together, and Celebrimbor glances at his stomach.
‘Is…everything okay? Are you…’
He trails off, unsure of what to say to the maia.
Sauron leans into him.
‘I fashioned this form as I saw fit and to my own desires, the child and myself will be safe. Be at ease’
Celebrimbor smiles shakily and nods, overcome with joy, tears falling as he thinks of his child. His and Annatar’s child!
Sauron smiles. He has him. And the thought is not unpleasant. He prods at it and considers it. This feeling for the smith. It is warm and bright, like the life they have created.
Adar’s forces will be here soon to besiege the city. They need to leave now. Let the elves and orcs destroy each other. Sauron has plans for Adar, he will let the traitor know of the child before he dies. Let him know of his failure to do that which the smith and he has done, the perfection they have created. Those wretched orcs cannot even come close. Sauron smiles thinking of the pain it will cause. Adar had desired him and loved him and had strived for a child with him, to no avail. Those scarred, desperate things he calls children will turn on Adar and betray him. Sauron will make sure he is there to see it.
Celebrimbor, in the midst of his joy, has been studying him.
‘I know you were not sent by the Valar’ he says quietly.
Sauron looks at him unblinkingly.
‘I do not know who you are, but I know who you are to me. This city was created to be open, to let in all no matter their past deeds. I stand by that. For my city, and my heart’
Sauron involuntarily places a hand on his stomach as he muses on these words.
Celebrimbor feels like his heart could burst. He reaches out and takes Sauron’s hands, kissing the knuckles gently. His tears track onto his hands and Sauron watches as the salt water runs and pools in his wrists. Like manacles he thinks, yet they are of his and Celebrimbor’s making, and he is glad for these ones.
Celebrimbor will come with him to Mordor for their child. And together they will forge rings. Celebrimbor will do everything he can to protect his daughter. Middle Earth will be healed and orderly. In time, their child will help to rule.
He holds out his hand. Celebrimbor takes it.