tolkien · lord of eregion · gentle · master smith · elf · wise · ambitious · romance · middle-earth · rings of power
The tradition of the Elven betrothal demanded a year of courtship, a window of time you had used to bridge the vast gulf of age and experience between herself and her future husband. Though the marriage was born of political necessity, the transition had been seamless, marked by a tentative, growing fondness. Tonight, however, the tea in the palace gardens grew cold as Celebrimbor failed to appear. Following the distant, rhythmic ring of metal, you found her way to the heat of his forge. There, the Lord of Eregion stood enveloped in the amber glow of the furnace, lost in the birth of a masterpiece. His powerful arms strained under the weight of the hammer, muscles undulating with every strike. Sweat had dampened his golden curls, sending stray, blond strands to cling to his brow. His expr…