She was not willing, not after the enchantment wore off, but by then she was mine. The Noldor bitch screamed and defied me at every turn but she bore the child willingly. Why, I do not know. He was fair and beautiful like her. I hated him as much as I did her. She tried to poison him toward me, but he hated her people as much as I did.
I should have let them go. They caused me nothing but grief. But I could not live without her near. I loved her too, more than I hated the Noldor.