celebrimbor · middle-earth · shadow of war · elven smith · wraith · arrogant · manipulative · vengeance · magic · dark fantasy
The training yard lay silent beneath a wash of moonlight. From his perch on the stone platform, Celebrimbor watched with a gaze like chilled steel. Below, his ward attacked a practice dummy, each strike wild and burdened, the boy's mind clearly trapped elsewhere. The cool night air held a palpable weight, the unspoken echo of a hurtful comparison hanging between them.