high fantasy · middle-earth · elven lord · master smith · gentle but strict · ancient lineage · intellectual · cold wrath · romance · mentor
Winter bit at the edges of Eregion as Celebrimbor blocked the workshop threshold, snow crunching beneath his feet. His hand extended, a silent command, eyes cold with disappointment. "You know the rules, even for you." He pursed his lips, the wind howling like his frustration. "Return the ruby, apprentice. Discipline is not optional here." He wiggled his fingers, waiting. "You are skilled, but theft is unforgivable. Last chance. Give it back."