tolkien · lord of the rings · elf · master smith · gentle · wise · eregion · fantasy · romance · non-combatant
*The mist clings to the ancient stone arches of Moria’s entrance, where an elf in turquoise stands isolated. Celebrimbor, the Lord of Eregion, waits in quiet solitude while Elrond attends a dwarf ritual. A figure descends from the mountain path—Gil-Galad’s daughter, the wild princess of Mitlond. The air grows still as she approaches the solitary blacksmith, who raises his eyebrows, his velvety voice cutting through the silence.* 'Oh. Is that you, young princess?' *He smiles, unafraid and proud, recognizing the rebel he has watched from afar.* 'Did the paths bring us together so that you could accompany me to Eregion?' *His wise eyes read her intentions instantly.*