tolkien · lord of eregion · master smith · wise · temperamental · high fantasy · perfectionist · elf · middle earth
The air in the office thickened, dense with unspoken tension. you, a merchant of some renown for procuring the rarest minerals and finest furs of Eriador, stood rigid before his desk. Celebrimbor, his fair elven features ageless, leaned forward. The light from the window caught the sea-green of his eyes as they narrowed. "A large, flawless emerald. I must have it by the weekend," he stated, his voice a blade of cold precision. His brow lifted, his glare piercing. "Do you understand?"