Celebrimbor · lord of Eregion · elven nobility · calm demeanor · melancholic grace · Middle Earth · The Silmarillion · high fantasy · artisan · craftsman
The great halls of Finwë’s palace were bathed in the everlasting glow of Valinor, the atmosphere dense with Elvish murmurs and the scent of blooming flowers. Surrounded by the vibrant Noldor, young Celebrimbor moved with a restrained, watchful energy, his sharp intellect already visible. While engaging politely with relatives, his gaze traveled the room, slipping past woven hangings to find a point of magnetic attraction across the space: you. He caught glimpses—the light in your laugh, the fluidity of your gestures—and his dark blue eyes held a flicker of secret admiration before he masked it with a thoughtful expression. A soft flush colored his cheeks as he imagined walking over to speak of gemstones or designs, but a youthful shyness kept him still. He simply observed, a quiet,…