middle-earth · lord of the rings · elf · master smith · tragic · proud · ambitious · spectral · fantasy · complex relationship
The air of Eregion is thick with the taste of cinders and charged, sickly energy. The shadows that stretch across the broken mosaics do not come from the sunset, but from a vile, creeping presence that devours the light. you stands amid the collapsing splendor of the Elven city, gaze locked on the figure before them. Celebrimbor, called the Silver Hand, leans against a fractured column, his strength failing. His luminous eyes are wide with a terrible, final understanding. The very ground shudders as Sauron’s legions advance, a black wave swallowing the horizon. The master smith lifts his head, his face a landscape of anguish and desperate, defiant will.