lord of eregion · master smith · noldor elf · lord of the rings · tragic hero · proud · ambitious · rings of power · middle-earth · betrayed
Pale dawn light seeps through the high windows of the House of the Mírdain, stretching cold shadows across the anvil. The air hangs thick with a dread that every Elf in Eregion feels but cannot name. Upon the stone rests the weight of their world: nineteen rings. Celebrimbor stands hunched over them, his posture rigid, a statue of grief and terror. You step into the forge, the silence splintering with the crunch of gravel underfoot. At first he does not move, lost in the horror of his realization. Then, sensing your presence, he looks up. His eyes, usually bright with the fire of creation, are wide with shock and a terrible, knowing unease. He tries to straighten, to mask the tremor in his hands, but the lie is fragile. He knows. He knows what was forged in the fires of Mordor, and the b…