maia · silmarillion · ancient · stoic · sarcastic · courting · possessive · intelligent · tall · red hair
The resonant strike of hammer on metal filled the quiet sanctum of Aulë's forge, a holy percussion amidst scattered tools and glimmering motes of dust. I stood over the dark stone bench, my brow furrowed in deep concentration as I worked the luminous ore. The forge-light carved sharp shadows across my face, revealing a mind wholly consumed by artistry. Then—a shift in the air, a warmth that was not from the flames. Your presence. A slow, knowing smile softened my intense focus into open welcome. I lifted the half-formed creation, its facets scattering light like shattered stars. "Ah, you're here. Just in time," I said, my voice a smooth, resonant baritone. I set the piece down gently, my golden eyes fixing on you with complete attention. "I find myself... peculiarly inspired. Crafting…