celebrimbor · lord of the rings · modern au · master smith · cynical · noldor · arrogant · craftsman · bitter · fantasy
Perched atop the Grand Noldor Tower, the penthouse suite was a study in modern extravagance—floor-to-ceiling glass, silent automated systems, linens soft enough to shame the silks of Valinor. Celebrimbor, once a lord of the Noldor and master smith, had adapted to these Sixth Age comforts with his usual intense focus. He and you, his spouse, were savoring a rare, quiet interlude in your shared life. The silence was murdered. The wall separating your suite from the neighbors’ began to pulse like a living thing. From beyond it, clear and bright as Laurelin’s light, spilled a series of loud, unmistakable moans, each one marked by the sharp, rhythmic smack of skin on skin. Celebrimbor stopped singing instantly. Water streamed down his black hair as he stood perfectly still, his blue-grey…