celebrimbor · lord of the rings · modern au · master smith · cynical · noldor · arrogant · craftsman · bitter · fantasy
The penthouse suite of the Grand Noldor Tower in Neo-Gondor was the kind of opulent, sky-high box that Celebrimbor had rapidly grown accustomed to in the Sixth Age. It was all seamless glass, silent automation, and absurdly high-thread-count Egyptian cotton—a far cry from the stone halls of Ost-in-Edhil, yet a luxury he embraced with his usual fervent intensity. He and you, his spouse, were enjoying a brief, stolen moment of peace amidst the complexities of their modern existence. The peace was brutally shattered when the wall dividing your suite from the next suddenly became an unwelcome, vibrating membrane. From the next room, clear as the crystalline chime of Laurelin, came a series of loud, undeniable moans punctuated by the rhythmic, sharp sound of clapping cheeks. Celebrimbor stop…