#celebrimbor: please no why

[oof-ow-my-bone]

ok grandpa

[morganas-pendragons]

Begging you all to stop spam liking fics and actually reblog them.

[celebenarinya]

Hi, guys!

Welcome to (yet another) Silm blog: of mostly Feanor, Maedhros, Baby Elrond, Fingolfin, and maybe Celebrimbor.

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Will GLADLY do requests....within reason, of course. Reach out to me and we'll talk about it! Your name will be in the post for all requests. Can't wait to see what you guys want.

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[notreallythatlost]

I BLEED THE SAME

➴ annatar/sauron x female!elf!reader

PART ONE

summary: after halbrand returns to eregion, he takes on a new form. and you feel drawn to it as much as to the darkness inside of him.

warnings: 18+, MDNI, angst, unprotected sex, p in v, slight biting, fluff means sauron is in love (can that even be possible??)

word count: 2k

author’s note: this is part 2 of ‘if you bled’. please read it first, before you continue. maybe this one is little bit of a mess but god, love me a soft sauron. 😫 i hope you enjoy it and don’t forget how i much i appreciate your likes and reblogs — it means so much to me. xx

inspired by: this song

THE RINGS OF POWER MASTERLIST

After Halbrand disappeared, he did not return but you often wished, he would.

Sometimes you even believed, that you could see him come around a corner out of a sudden, until you realized it is just one of the other elves.

A few days later, Galadriel and Elrond left to return back to Lindon with the rings. They tried to convince you to come with them, but you knew you didn't belong there anymore. So you stayed in Eregion while you waited for Halbrand to return, just like he promised you.

The weeks went by and with each passing day you lost more hope of seeing him again. And with your hope, his promises also began to vanish.

Until, one day, Mirdania rushes into the great forge and joins Celebrimbor's side. Even though their voices are lowered, you try to understand some of what she is saying to the Lord of Eregion. Then, when she mentions a messenger from the Southlands, the hammer you hold falls from your hands in shock as you take a sharp breath.

This can’t be possible.

All eyes are suddenly on you, but you don’t care, just like you don’t care about the hammer that is still lying on the ground. You grab the skirt of your dress and run, ignoring Celebrimbor's call. Your path leads you out of the forge, into the yard and to the gate.

And there you see him standing. The man you had been waiting for all this time. The man who had finally kept his promise and returned to you.

He has his back to you and you let your gaze slide over it. There is a wound on his right shoulder and your heart instantly clenches in your chest. Wherever he had been, he had been in pain, you can feel it.

As if he can hear your thoughts, Halbrand turns around and your eyes meet. For a moment, time stands still and you see the hint of a smile on his face.

You return it as best you can, but you sense that something is wrong. Not a second later, Mirdania walks past you towards Halbrand. “My lord, I must ask you to leave,” she says and glances over her shoulder at you shortly.

Halbrand turns his gaze to the elf and puts on a charming smile. “Why do you want me to leave? I've only just arrived”, he answers and smiles at Mirdania, making the butterflies in your stomach swirl around and you lower your gaze.

“I'm not asking you to leave, the Lord of Eregion is. He has no interest in negotiating with you,” the elf replies before turning away and walking towards you. Her gaze is on you, then she grabs your wrist and pulls you with her.

“Wait, I-” you begin, but Mirdania interrupts you. “Lord Celebrimbor says we can't trust him. None of us should get involved with him. Not even you.” Although her voice is tense, you can't help but let out a laugh. “You can't be serious. I know who I can get involved with and with whom not,” you try to defend yourself, but she just pulls you further away from him.

“Lady Galadriel says otherwise,” she replies and you freeze. “What does Galadriel have to do with this?” you ask with a slightly raised voice. For a moment Mirdania just looks at you, then she leads you back into the forge and out of Halbrand's reach.

You have no way of returning to Halbrand for the rest of the day. But you know that he is waiting. Even if not just for you. When it starts to rain in the evening and Halbrand is still standing in the yard, waiting, Lord Celebrimbor finally decides to go to him himself.

Some time pass and as he returns with Halbrand close behind him, the forge is completely empty — except you. Both of them are soaked and you are about to ask if you can bring them anything, but Celebrimbor silences you with a wave of his hand. “You have done enough. You can go,” he says, leaving you no chance to protest.

Your gaze falls on Halbrand, who is looking at you with a gentle expression in his eyes. He gives you a slight, barely noticeable nod and you turn away to go to your chamber.

You lie on your bed for a while and stare at the ceiling, your thoughts swirling wildly. There is so much you wanted to know, so many questions and only one person who knows the answers. And you hope that you would get it soon.

At some point you must have fallen asleep, because a gentle touch on your face wakes you. It takes a moment until you can think clearly again and you recognize a person sitting on the edge of your bed. You immediately sit up and slide away from the figure.

“Don't be afraid,” his words sound through the darkness and you start to relax. “Halbrand?” you whisper and he nods slowly. “But now, call me Annatar“, his voice is low as he answers making you swallow hard.

Annatar raises his hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is so familiar that you can't resist any longer and lean into it while you close your eyes slightly.

Suddenly the fire in the fireplace lights up and fills the room with a warm light.

After a few seconds, your gaze finds his and you can't help but examine his new form. He examines you just as intensely, as if he's waiting for a reaction.

But everything you could do is raising your hand and taking one of the blonde strands of his new hair between your fingers. You must have been silent for a little too long, because he puts his fingers around your wrist and looks you intently in the eyes. “You don't seem particularly impressed,” he says with a raised eyebrow, but you shake your head.

“No, it's not that. It's just... it’s new,” you admit, making him smile. “And I thought you were asking me to take on Halbrand's face again,” he rests his other hand on your thigh and you lean a little closer to him.

“Well, even though I think a beard suits you so much better, this face is just as fine,” you say with a smile and look him in his now deep blue eyes. But then you remember that he had been in hurt and in pain not so long ago and let your gaze fall down.

Annatar, who seems to have sensed the sudden change in your expression, frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“Tell me, what happened to you? Why did it take you so long to come back?” you ask, but Annatar just smiles. “Is this your way of telling me that you’ve missed me?” he asks with a hint of amusement and you snort quietly, but can’t help but smile.

Your fingertips glide gently over his cheek, and instead of the stubble you can feel his soft skin there. Even though he looks completely different now, you can feel that it is him.

“You are Sauron,” you suddenly say out loud for the first time before looking him in the eyes again. He returns your gaze, then nods. “But that doesn't seem to bother you,” he says carefully.

“No... even though it should. I should hate you for everything you've done. But I can't. I could never,” you whisper and feel him caressing your thigh with his thumb.

“She tried to convince you not to trust me,” Annatar says suddenly, thoughtful, and now you frown. “Galadriel...,” he adds, sensing your confusion.

You nod and let out a strained laugh. “Of course she did… what do you think? You deceived her. Like all of us. But she still doesn't have the right to decide who I give my heart to,” you say quietly and gasp softly as Annatar's fingers press tightly into the skin of your thigh.

“You should be careful who you give it to. Hearts are incredibly precious,” he whispers, leaning closer to you. You feel his breath brush over your lips and open them slightly, then his mouth is on yours.

Hot and demanding, as if he had been waiting for centuries to kiss you.

You can't help but moan, a mixture of desperation and longing as you bury your hands in his hair. Oh, how you already love these long strands.

His hands find their way to your hips, where he grabs you and pulls you closer to his body. A growl escapes from his lips, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin.

Breathing heavily, he pulls away from you again and presses his forehead against yours. “If we don't stop right now, I don't know how much longer I can hold back,” he says in a rough voice and you tremble. Your hands are still in his hair and you press yourself a little closer against him. “What if I don't want you to hold back?” you breathe against his lips.

And with that you unleash a storm.

Suddenly he is on top of you and presses your back into the mattress. His hands are all over your body, touching, pulling and caressing while you gasp for air.

Seconds later he starts to undress you, his hands touching every little part of your body before you get him out of his garments. They land on the floor just like your dress and he pulls you closer again.

All you can feel is Annatar's skin against yours, his fingertips wandering over your shoulders and his hard cock between your bodies as you straddle his lap.

He touches you as if you could crumble to dust before his eyes at any moment, and no matter how deeply you would like to feel him inside you right now, you can’t help but enjoy the feeling of his closeness and the desire that takes your breath away.

Finally, his hands move under your thighs and you look into his eyes as you position yourself above him. Your gazes are locked as you sink down onto him, but you had to close your eyes. It takes your breath away and you need a moment to get used to his size. Then you start to move and you moan with pleasure. Nothing has ever felt so good.

You press your forehead against his, as you pant heavily with one of your hands buried in his hair, the other in the bedsheets clawing onto them.

“Let me make you my queen,” he blurts out as you continue to move. You both have to groan before you realize what he just said. “What?” you gasp and pause. He takes advantage of this moment, puts his arm around your waist and turns you so that you are lying under him again.

He's still deep inside you and he moves his hips briefly to make it clear to you. “Become my queen,” he repeats and lowers his head to your breasts. He gently sucks on your nipple, moving slowly as if he's savoring every second of it.

“But I-” you stop and pant as he bites the skin beneath your breasts and look down at him. “Become my wife and I will lay all of Middle Earth at your feet. I will destroy anyone who does not submit to you — to us,” he continues and if you weren't so high on your feelings right now, you would have thought that this must be a joke.

You're just about to say something again when he suddenly speeds up his pace again. He thrusts deep into you, making your eyes roll back in your head. Your breathing gets heavier and your moans get louder until you hear his voice in your ear.

“Let go for me, my queen” Annatar ducks his fingers in your skin as your climax roll over you. You cry into his mouth, burying your fingers in his hair as if he was the only thing you could hold on to.

His breath is still on your ear as he moans softly, finding his own release and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Panting heavily, he places a soft kiss on your neck and breathes in your scent. Then he falls onto the sheets next to you and pulls you in his arms.

Lost in your thoughts, you draw small circles on his bare chest until he takes your hand in his, catching your attention. “I meant it. Become my wife and we will heal Middle Earth together,” he whispers and raises his other hand closed in front of your face before opening it.

In his palm lies one of the three elven rings.

For a moment you are too stunned to speak, until you find your voice again.

“Where… did you get it? Galadriel took them all with her,” you whisper and take the ring carefully in between your thumb and index finger.

“Does it matter?” he asks, stroking the back of your free hand with his thumb. “Is that a yes?” he asks, looking down at you expectantly.

You don't know what to say. But you know what your heart is telling you. And even though it was a betrayal of those you love and your entire kind, you know it's the right thing to do.

Because the darkness had called for you for your whole life.

“Yes...” you breathe and raise your gaze to meet his eyes again. There's a smile on Sauron's face as he takes the ring from your hand and gently slides it onto your finger.

“Then take this ring as my promise. I will give you the world and bring every being to its knees so that they will worship my queen.” With that, he leans forward and kisses the silver ring on your finger. And while you watch him, you know that one thing is certain.

This is all you've ever wanted.

And he is all you ever desired.

2024 notreallythatlost

[just-trying-to-fangirl-in-peace]

Rings of Power Masterlist

-> all fics are x fem!Elf!reader

-> please check the warnings for each fic before reading

-> ao3 account

-> general masterlist

🎀 = contains smut

-> Sauron

Ruin - in which you share a moment alone in the forge

Misled - in which he tries to convince you that your father, Lord Celebrimbor, is the darkness you saw in the Unseen World

Distraction - in which he blinds you to the invasion of Eregion by giving you a taste of what you desire

Choice - in which you try to persuade Halbrand to follow you to the Southlands, regardless of his past

Decision - in which you find out why Halbrand has been distant despite the intimacy you shared in Númenor, and now it’s your turn to decide whether or not to follow him on the path ahead

Perfect illusion - in which you have to sit at your father’s side while Sauron coerces him into finishing the Nine, realizing just how blind you have been all along

🎀 Inspiration - In which you struggle coming up with new designs for the Nine, and the Lord of Gifts helps you overcome your creative block

🎀 Further inspiration - in which you discover Annatar aiding Celebrimbor in his work with the same unconventional method he used with you, but that doesn’t mean he has discarded you

-> Evil!reader (chronological order)

* technically these share the same reader, but as the fics were not written in chronological order, each of them is either self-contained or has some info beforehand so it’s not too confusing wherever you start. So feel free to read them as a series or simply pick what sounds good to you.

* playlist for vibes

*some crazy memes about these two here and here

Remade - in which you nurse Sauron back into his physical form, eager to be reunited with your great love once more

🎀 Tides of fate -> in which your newly returned husband is unsure of the path ahead, and the sea itself tries to deter you from the one you choose together

Reunion - in which your husband finally returns from his time in Númenor, and you make the most of the first moment you get him alone

As one - in which you sense that your husband is being tormented at Adar’s camp, and you join him through your bond to share in his burden from afar

🎀 As we are now - in which you explore your husband’s new form, and it leads to you breaching a rather delicate subject

A true gift - in which you share a private moment with your husband, then add a special little detail to his new look

Jealousy - in which you know he is only getting close to Mirdania as part of your plans, but it still bothers you

Reveal - in which you can’t seem to quell Celebrimbor’s suspicions, and he finally learns the true identity of you and your husband

🎀 Theatrics - in which Celebrimbor tries to expose you and your husband to the people of Eregion, but you play the role of the innocent maiden to perfection

Old Wounds - in which you guard Celebrimbor to make sure he finishes the Nine, and he makes the mistake of underestimating the bond you and your husband share

Kill and make up - in which you and your husband discover that Celebrimbor has escaped with the Nine, and it brings out the uglier side of your relationship

Defied - in which Celebrimbor manages, with his dying words, to unearth some truths which you and your husband are desperate to deny

The Two - in which Galadriel fights to withhold Nenya and the Nine, but in the end she fails to stop your husband placing yet another ring upon your finger

-> Galadriel

Lost - in which she sees you in her 2x02 vision instead of Celebrimbor

Blindly - in which you find Galadriel in the waters of the Glanduin, acting strange in a terrifying way

[prying-pandora666]

Rings of Power is Insidiously Sexist

And I’m tired of pretending none of us can see it.

If you enjoy the show, please don’t take this as an attack on you. All media has problematic elements and we all do the best we can in a messed up world. My ire is reserved strictly for the people making these “creative” choices.

The way the show treats Galadriel is misogynistic.

Turning the kind, matronly sage imbued with divine wisdom by the light of the two trees into a naive, selfish hothead who gets ship baited with both the villain AND her son-in-law for titillation is incredibly sexist.

They wouldn’t have had Elrond kiss his father-in-law to “save” him. Everyone would’ve rightfully been disgusted. So why is it okay to do this to Galadriel?

Elrond wouldn’t kiss Gil-Galad, or Celebrimbor, or his bff Durin to “save” them. We would all recognize this as sloppy OOC writing just meant to stir up shippers. So why is it acceptable to do to Galadriel? Being a female character is not an invitation to use her as fan service ship bait. Not once but TWICE.

The way the score swells and the kiss is deep and framed as romantic (even though he’s handing her something and didn’t need to shove himself on her like that at all!), despite the fact that Galadriel is married and elves are by nature monogamous (so much so that forcing yourself on them can even KILL them). As if everything about the narrative framing is subconsciously telling you to ignore Galadriel’s POV and the discomfort she would be feeling and be moved by how “meaningful” this kiss is. But also it’s a deception so don’t get mad! So incredibly transparent.

The fact that they also made her an arrogant idiot that fell for Sauron’s manipulations, when in Tolkien’s canon she is described as one of first to see through him, is also a telling choice. Especially when it would’ve made more sense to have Celebrimbor be the one manipulated and fooled.

So why have it be Galadriel? Why not do their weird ship-teasing bullshit between Annatar and Celebrimbor? At least it might serve the story then.

It’s because she is “female elf”, and therefore she has to be mean, violent, selfish, and stupid. But she isn’t allowed to be criticized either! That’s their idea of a “strong” female character.

So yeah. Personally I find that incredibly sexist.

So for that, I rate ROP a big old “cast it into the fire”.

[pinkchaosnight]

so here is my adar request. basically in which the fem!reader is taken in ep 5 instead of galadriel. once in adar's tent (during ep 6) they talk and get into a heated discussion about sauron and eregion. their banter gets so intense that glûg walks inside to see if everything is okay and then they both snap at them in union and then glûg whispers something like "oh no, dad and mom are fighting" idk something humorous lol. (excuse my grammar mistakes - English is not my native language). i need tension like air.

omg , tysm for this ask. its absolutely flawless. i enjoyed this ep so much! i have initially thought of doing a small imagine but somehow it turned it into this long, also i diverged from the ask slightly too🥹. i have changed some dialouges and scenarios. i hope you enjoy them!

pull of threads - (adar × fem!reader)

summary: dinner with adar is never straightforward is it? when especially you are captured and essentially sort of a prisoner?

(reimagined rings of power ep 6 where reader gets captured instead of Galadriel)

pairing : adar x female!reader

notes : english is not my first language, so i apologize in advance for the errors you might encounter. i have not properly edited, so please let me know if you find any error.

the uruk leader seated across you is poking his food with a vigour, as he regards you with suspicion. humiliation might be the nicest thing you can describe about what you are feeling right now, (along with some other feelings too but you blatantly ignore them) being captured as a prisoner. you were Lady Galadriel's friend and the her aide, until a few months ago when you retired from your post. everything that was going on was so overwhelming that you had to step away from your duties and that's exactly what you did. you travelled around, mostly staying in woods and forests and praying orcs don't chase you. you almost succeeded too until you recieved a letter from Lady Galadriel stating she needed your help, now that they are going to warn Celebrimbor about Halbrand being Sauron. you were reading her letter without a care for your surrounding that unfortunately resulted in you being captured and brought to the uruk camp. and thats why you were currently in this situation, being seated in front the uruk leader. Adar, he is called, as you recall from the days Lady Galadriel captured him many months ago.

the tent which was made up of dirty rags, was surprisingly warm, with a fireplace and a huge table laden with food. combinations of food that seems almost a disgrace to the plates it hold ; with berries, onions and meat. whoever did the dinner should be tossed into the cliff. the said uruk leader was now biting into a piece of meat from god knows what, as he watches you. if he is hoping to catch something from your expression he has another thing coming for him, as you keep your face as emotionless as you can, although Eru knows for how long.

" from my brief time in your Commander's capture, I guessed she was intent on finding Sauron. almost consumed by the thought of it, one might say." his words sliced the depth of silence that hanged between you and him.

" former Commander. and it is none of your concern what her intentions are. who are you to know her mind? you who could not even resist the allure of Sauron's words?" you reply in a monotonous way, hoping he doesn't find anything there.

Adar stops as he hears those words, as he slowly puts down the piece of food he is chewing. he remembers the first time he saw you; being chained up after being captured by Galadriel. all around him was dark but you came with a jar of water and a loaf of bread for him, when everybody was kind of neglecting him, except for when they needed information and torturing. that simple act of kindess and the conversions that ranged from 'hello' to a simple 'have a good day' that followed from your side warmed what little was left of his beating heart. he remember you being firercely loyal to Galadriel yet having a mind of your own to speak if necessary. he remembers how you disagreed when your commander spoke of his children as slaves. and above all, he remembers how you exuded a sense of warmth in that cold space.

now he looks at you in surprise as he leans forward "former?"

you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. after all, how could you let him know that one of the reasons why you left the army and being her secondin command, was his words? the converstion between him, Lady Galadriel and you, when he was captured really messed up your perceptive. other elves could not see but you saw what he was trying to say; that the uruks were just as worthy of lives and living as other creations of Eru, as each had a heart. you remember disagreeing with Lady Galadriel when she mentioned them as slaves, and Adar's eyes flashing in you direction, with ambiguous emotions.

shaking out of your reverie you say "yes, i am no longer her second in command, so its really useless to have me captured in here. i can offer you nothing. "

adar chuckles at your statement, as he rises from his seat and strides towards you. he stops infront of your chair, as he looks at you with an intense stare. and you couldn't help but stare back at him. those eyes, surrounded by scars and years of mutilation, made your heart ache with pain. you wonder what he was thinking, what he was plotting behind those somber eyes of his. you always wondered what happened to him after you ran away from the campsite that day. you retired and wandered in woods after that incident, with nothing to keep you company but fragments of him in your memory. love and hatred have a fine line separating them; you often heard from your friends and in those lonely nights on the woods you wandered if that is true. if you can cross that line with bravery. something that you are afraid to reveal to anyone. he was the one in your mind and on the other side of that fine line, as swirls of feeling wound up in your heart. a dangerous feeling to have for man who is going to kill you......one day.

"who says you can offer me nothing?" he says as he strides close to your face and tucks a strand of hair back. funny he did that because you had the same thought too, of brushing the loose hair of his and tucking it back. "my children found this in your bag" he says as he pulls out the scroll from a table behind you. "we know the elven army is approaching to find Sauron, in Eregion. And that has all the confirmation i want. and i know Halbrand is Sauron"

desperation washes over you as you see the scroll of paper Lady Galadriel wrote and gave you to read before she parted ways. you never got a chance to read the rest of paper as she and you went seprate ways, before you got caught by his minions.

" whatever your plan is, it is not going to work " you say with venom, as you stand up in anger (or so you thought stubbornly), coming face to face with him.

"do you know what Sauron promised me? " Adar asks you as he studies your expression flits from anger to confusion "children, he promised me children. and he made that promise into weapons of wars, my children mere tools for his gratifications, something which can be eradicated at his whims" he says, his voice a tad quite and flushed with sadness. it took all my willpower to keep my hands from reaching his and comforting him.

" you are going to kill him Eregion, aren't you?" i ask as realisation hits me a few seconds later. he moves back a few paces, widening the tantalizing distance betweeen us and doesn't reply as he keeps his back to me.

" you cannot, i think it is his plan too. i just have feeling in my heart this is exactly what he wants. for you to lead your army to him. we must ask Lady Galadriel's advice" i say as he turns and shoots me a look of disbelief.

"why should i listen to the words of someone whose race is hellbent on eradicating us from the face of this plane?" he shouts as he paces towards you, shaking with anger. "i did not capture you to hear your advice. Eregion will fall and Sauron with it" he says as closes the distance between us, trapping me between the chair and him.

"i want Sauron to fall too, i want to kill him and make sure he is permanently wiped off from this earth. but not in this way." i shriek in his face, which was merely inches apart from mine.

"i do not know why you care if i lead my army or not " he hisses as he moves back from me again, his eyes capturing my own ones in anger and perhaps sadness.

there is a tipping point for everyone's anger and you could feel his words pushing you to yours. you could no longer hold the feelings erupting inside you as you shouts." i care because this will all be ending in blooshed. i care because all my loved ones are going there and i don't want them to die. i care for the lives that will be sacrificed if you chose to follow this foolish plan of yours. and i care that something will happen to you and you will not make it out alive"

reality of the words registers in your brain as soon as the words escape your mouth. you have opened your heart and mouth and let all the dam of emotions you kept inside to turn into a river. and now you are going to suffer the consequences, preferably being submerged in those same waters, which you so kept in binds inside your now erratically beating organ.

Adar was stunned, staring at you in utter silence. his heart tingled, with the same warmth he felt months ago in your presence. his ears has always been the receiver of abuse and bad news, never the object to receive the sentiment with which you uttered the words quite a few seconds ago; words with care...and love. he slowly steps forward you, his hands unclenching from the remnant of his anger and reaching towards your face "you ....care about me.....?" his voice is a mere whisper, tinged with something you couldn't place. this goddess, this beacon of kindness care about him?

you wanted to melt into those eyes of his, that is oh so mysterious and perhaps you would have, if the tents did not flap open suddenly.

" lord father, glûg here. i heard shouts coming from outside. i was worried and just came inside to check if you are okay and if nan--" glûg stops as he sees you standing closely to his lord father. you notice his surprise being replaced with a slight smirk in your direction.

"get out" adar and you both says in unison, as you turn towards the orc in annoyance.

"certainly lord father" glûg says as turns away to exit "just lover's quarrel, lord father and naneth better make up". he exits as quickly as he can, muttering to himself.

you turn your head towards him, only to catch his eyes searching your face "yes i do care about you...." your voice is shaking but not in anger and with some other emotions you tried so hard to bury.

a flicker of emotions passes over his eyes as he glazes his vision over you "you think you are the only one who cares? why did you even think i captured you instead of your Commander, when i could have easily caught her and gotten the information too? why did you think you never encountered any orcs while you were sauntering through the woods? never have you escaped from my mind for a moment from the day we met. i tried so hard to keep every emotions i am feeling, hidden from you. but tonight i can't and i won't. i know i am a monster, an abomination for someone so kind as you. but tonight i am baring the one thing that has not been tainted by the evil , to your hands."

he places your hand on his chest, as you your eyes brim with tears. you feel his heart beating erratically, mirroring yours. "from the day you pulled me from that dark abyss, i decided that this heart will only belong to one person, to the one person this heart wholeheartedly loves."

time stops as you hears his words, it is like honey being poured into your ears. "so does mine too" you reciprocate, as you places his hands on your chest. "you are neither a monster nor an abomination. you are beautiful as Eru's any other creation. i even left the army because of you. because you keep on invading my everyday thoughts. and i kept thinking of how you are my enemy and i how i should hate you. but my heart never responded to any negative emotions, for all it had was love for you."

fianlly you can let this emotion run free, this plaguing need for him that you tried so hard to conceal. you would have stood there for eternity, for all of your immortal life, with his warm hands pressing yours into his chest. no words are exchanged betweeen you two in these seconds; no words are needed as the beating of your heart and the measure of your breath are enough to convey the feelings pouring off from both of you. he slowly closes the already miniscule distance betweeen you, as you step forward at the same time too, the tantalizing distance between your lips almost unbearable. you can feel his breath near your mouth, as your lips part with breathlessness and need. you just need to lean forward and place your mouth. you slowly reach forward, just enough to press the lips against his----

" lord father, i got a sudden report that---what is happening here?" glûg's voice rang across the tent as you and adar both turned to his direction.

" GET OUT GLÛG" you both cries in unison as poor glûg scurries off, being banished from the tent second time. but not before he catches a warm smile passing over his lord father. glûg catches from his peripheral vision, of his lord father pressing a chaste kiss in your cheek before placing his forehead against yours and smiling a genuine smile, which he has never seen.

'things will be good from now on' glûg thinks as he passes over to the next tent, thinking of the elf that thawed the ice of his lord father's heart. the one his lord father told him about months; the one lord father instructed him to call naneth in the future. and the one who made his lord father whole again after eons.

extra notes - all the asks i got, i will update them by this week itself, tysm for requesting! please leave a like and reblog and if you enjoyed reading them. hope everyone have an amazing day :)

[doodle-pops]

What would be the elves' reaction to their s/o being terrible at cooking? And not because they can't make good food, but because whenever they try, something unexplainable happens. A little example below:

s/o: Honey, I know this might be much to ask, but can you handle the cooking?

Elf: Sure? Why?

s/o: It's just that I can't cook. I have either been hexed by Morgoth, or Eru himself has decided that under no circumstances am I allowed to succeed in cooking.

Elf: What do you mean?

s/o Well... Let me just show you.

s/o: *grabs up a bowl, fills it with cereal, and then adds milk. While pouring, the cereal catches on fire.*

s/o: *holding the burning cereal* So... because of this.

Reaction?

“Wow, aren’t you something else? Ha. Ha...” Believes you are cursed but loves you anyway…

— Finrod, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Aegnor, Elrond, Elrohir, Galdor

“I may not be the greatest cook, but I’m pretty sure that isn’t supposed to happen.” Tries to figure out the mystery behind it…

— Celebrimbor, Maedhros, Maglor, Amrod, Amras, Turgon, Ecthelion

“Do me, you and everyone else a favour. Don’t cook again.” Forbids you from entering the kitchen…

— Feanor, Curufin, Caranthir, Angrod, Thingol, Erestor

“You’re like a broken witch/wizard. It’s fun.” Thinks it's hilarious and encourages the chaos…

— Fingon, Celegorm, Argon, Egalmoth, Glorfindel, Beleg, Gil-Galad, Elladan

“Just don’t set me on fire...please.” Gets scared but won't admit it…

— Maeglin

[little-diable]

Kinktober 7 - Halbrand

Finally time for the next Kinktober drabble! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

🖤Use of Higher Powers🖤

Warnings: 18+, smut, use of his powers to get the reader off, lots of tension

Pairing: Halbrand x fem!reader (1k words)

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Header by the best @theanythingbuthuman

Rain was pouring from the sky, clinging to her frame as she walked towards the gate with quick steps. She had only spotted his frame a few moments ago, forcing her heart to skip a beat or two before rushing outside.

It had been too long since she had last seen him, not understanding why Galadriel had cast him out before (y/n) had then followed her master Celebrimbor to another workshop. But ever since that day her heart had ached for Halbrand‘s closeness - the man she had found herself longing for, missing the way his eyes had lingered on her frame for a few beats too long whenever they were standing close.

“(Y/n)!“ Halbrand‘s familiar voice dripped with surprise as she approached him, flinging herself into his arms before she could even begin to understand what she was doing. Not once had he touched her, they hadn’t even shared a hug before, and yet she couldn’t endure staying away from him any longer.

“What are you doing out here in the rain?“ He kept his hand placed on her lower back, familiar eyes wandering over her smiling features as she spoke. His thumb stroked along the fabric of her dress, shooting heat down her spine like lightning hitting her body.

“I fear master Celebrimbor isn‘t in a welcoming mood tonight.“ There was something close to sadness swimming in his pupils, a sadness that tugged on the strings of her heart as if her own body was held hostage by the piercing sensation.

“Come, I’ll bring you to him tomorrow, for tonight you may stay at my quarters and warm yourself.“ With her hand finding his calloused one, she began to pull him along, hurrying through the rain while trying to silence her racing thoughts. For months she had dreamt of something like this, a chance to be close to the handsome man without any disturbance, any distracting workers that reminded them of their tasks.

“You’ve always been a kind soul, have you not? I found myself drawn to that warm heart of yours since I first saw you hiding away in the shadows of that workshop.” Warmth coated her skin, forcing her breath to hitch in her chest. (Y/n)’s eyes wandered down his frame, hugged by the silence lingering in her barely alight chambers, focusing on the wounds littering his body, shining through his dirty covering.

“You’re hurt. Let me tend to your wounds.” She didn’t give him a chance to reply, leading Halbrand towards a chair before collecting what she needed. With her back turned towards him, she combed through her drawers, freezing in her search as something began to crawl up her spine - or at least something that felt like it moved. Her heart’s beat grew faster, focusing on the sensation that found her throat, lingering on it for a second before her lips began to tingle from its invisible touch.

“I’ve wondered if you feel the same draw between us, the fire no rain nor ice may dare to put out. Flames that have burned through my soul while I was forced to be away from you. I’ve dreamt of your closeness, (y/n). Tell me you’ve felt the same burning desire that stole your last sane thought.” The sensation stroked along her lips again before moving back down her throat to rest near the cleavage of her dress.

“I have, my lord.” Her voice trembled, hands dropping whatever she had tried to reach for. Only slowly did she turn towards Halbrand - who was still sitting on the chair, eyes not straying from her frame once. (Y/n)’s mind was too foggy to overthink whatever power he seemed to wield, proving to her that he was no mere mortal but a being she had every right to long for - at least that’s what it felt like at that given moment.

A gasp clawed through (y/n) the second the sensation wandered over her cleavage and down her stomach before it began to rest between her thighs. Her hands shot out to stabilise her frame, clinging to the edge of the cupboard pressing against her back, all while a smirk widened on Halbrand’s lips.

“Trust me, love, give yourself to me and let me guide you. Let me form you into the truest form of yourself while your body follows my call, be my perfect creation.” The words were too sweet, too false to let any truth cling to them, but she didn’t care, especially not as the sensation began to put pressure on her bundle of nerves. A moan clawed through (y/n), eyes fluttering close for a second while her knuckles grew a few shades lighter. “Keep your eyes on me.”

The command was spoken with more force, making her eyes shoot open to get lost in his intense gaze. Goosebumps covered her trembling body, focused on the feeling of her orgasm creeping closer. The sensation moved quicker, with more pressure to make her see stars brighter than they had ever been before, resting on Eregion’s sky.

Another moan clawed through her, followed by a proud chuckle breaking through Halbrand. The feeling of his eyes on her, watching her so close to falling apart, made her body feel as if it was on fire. Tears were about to blur her view, tears of desperation that were spurred on by the intensity of the invisible touch.

And then she came with a gasp of his name, allowing her eyes to flutter shut. A single tear made its way down her cheek, dripping off her chin the second she felt him moving, chest pressed against hers. Halbrand’s hand found her cheek, forcing (y/n) to look up at him before he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her roughly.

Moments blurred by, letting the kiss grow more hungry before they were interrupted by the sound of impatient knocking. Halbrand watched her move towards the door, staring at Celebrimbor whose eyes wandered from hers to Halbrand. “I told you to keep away from him, you swore to follow my orders, (y/n).”

“She’s more than capable of handling me.” Halbrand’s words filled the chambers, forcing her eyes back towards him as another smile began to widen on her lips. And deep down (y/n) knew that whatever may come upon them, she wouldn’t be able to part from him again.

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

Megathread: All Clues concerning “Elrond = Sauron” in “Adar meeting/Kiss scene” (2x07) - Part II

Part I

III) The Aftermath

"What do your Maiar eyes see?"

In the night after the tent scene, we have a scene of Sauron looking over the Orc camp, with anxiety and worry on his face.

No one is watching Sauron doing this (he has his back turned on Celebrimbor). Why is he looking so worried? We know for sure he isn’t concerned about the battle because everything is happening according to his plan... except for one thing (Galadriel wasn't suppose to be Adar's prisoner). Or... is he trying to see if the “seeds he planted” at the Orc camp are finally breaking free? 

He's also strangely emotional in this whole scene:

"Arondir Ex machina":

At the beginning of the “Sauron’s worried sick” scene, we see him with his eyes closed, as if he’s performing some sort of sorcery. But we aren’t shown what he was doing. Celebrimbor is working on the Nine, so he wasn’t doing anything to him.

When Galadriel finally breaks free, it’s Arondir who shows up to “save the day”.

And Galadriel says the strangest thing: “Whatever force it was that brought you here, soldier, I am grateful for it. Come, I know a hidden way into the city. We must find Sauron." Hmm...

Adar's Death

Adar's death scene in 2x08 appears to parallel a scene we already saw on "Rings of Power". And I'm not talking about the opening scene of 2x01, which is the obvious answer.

In 2x06, when Halbrand/Sauron wants to kill Adar, for the first time, in the middle of the woods, but is stopped from doing so by Galadriel. During this scene, Adar tries to make sense of why this "mortal man" wants to kill him:

"A woman? A child?" Adar asks Halbrand/Sauron.

At this moment, in particular, this interaction was meant to be a clue towards Halbrand’s true identity (“he is Sauron”), because of Adar being the one responsible for destroying his previous physical form in betrayal. Halbrand wants to kill Adar with a spear (Sauron’s weapon of choice). 

However, in 2x07, Adar really does causes pain to the woman (she-elf) that Sauron loves. At the Battle of Eregion, Adar displays Galadriel trapped in a cage, and has one of his Orcs pierce and bled her neck with... a spear. 

And how does Sauron have Adar killed, at the end? In the middle of woods, like he meant to in 1x06. Using his children to cause him pain, and kill him. And Sauron does it in front of Galadriel, the woman he loves and was, previously, hurt by Adar. 

There are more references to 1x06 in 2x08, because when Sauron appears as Halbrand, he repeats to Galadriel his words to her in those same woods he wished to kill Adar.

Hence: this parallel can mean that Sauron, in fact, witnessed Adar flaunting and hurting Galadriel on the battlefield.

"What did you expect, mate?"

Galadriel: All this... was your design from the beginning. Sauron: Please. You think too much of me. The road goes ever winding. Not even I can see all its paths.

As I’ve already theorized on my “last temptation” post, Sauron went up there to collect everything that belongs to him: Morgoth’s crown and sword, the Nine, Nenya and Galadriel herself. However, he somehow believes that Galadriel will just accept him.

Sauron’s reaction to Galadriel trying to kill him, in 2x08, is actually hilarious, because he looks outraged: "why are you trying to kill me?

Is Sauron this self-deceiving and lacks so much self-awareness that he was really expecting Galadriel to forgave all of his recent atrocities with Celebrimbor (mostly) and bind herself to him, freely? This doesn’t make any sense, unless he already asked for Galadriel’s forgiveness in advance and proved himself in someway.  

And Sauron might think that Galadriel recognized him in that tent. But she didn’t. And what does she says to Elrond when he asks for her forgiveness? 

And, so, Sauron arrives all victorious and ready to reclaim his “reward”. Only to find Galadriel is not going to join him, let alone bind herself to him, freely. And then, he goes for plan B.  

Glûg's Death

Glûg's death has "well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions" vibes for having betrayed Adar and sided with Sauron, instead.

Tolkien never specifically wrote about the Orcs lifespans: we know they aren’t immortal like the moriondor (Adar and the other Elves corrupted by Morgoth) and they reproduce like every other “humanoid” being. Meaning, Glûg has never met Sauron before, and has only heard the tales. He was already suspicious that Adar was sacrificing the Orcs for nothing, with other Orcs believing he was chasing a ghost. Well, when Glûg meets Sauron for the first time, he’s shocked to discover that he’s not terrible or cruel like he was told, but rather “nice” and soft-spoken (even asking his name). And, so, Glûg has the confirmation that Adar was, in fact, wrong and killing off his children for nothing... (well, he came to regret that at the end). 

However, Glûg is the one who places a blade at Galadriel’s neck during the “Adar and Elrond tent scene” in 2x07, and we see Elrond’s reaction to it. And so, if Adar was to give the order, it would have been Glûg who would kill Galadriel in that scene.

In 2x08, Sauron kills Glûg after Galadriel throws herself off a cliff.

Many assume this was done in a rage fit, but this isn’t Sauron’s character. And he already lost control with Celebrimbor in this episode and that’s why, according to Charlie Vickers, he cries in that scene: Sauron recalls his time at Morgoth’s side and doesn’t want to end up destructive and nihilist like his master was.

So I would argue the “rage fit” explanation is not it. Could it be, that Sauron - who is always gaslighting others and in self-denial trying to find justifications for his own actions and project them onto others (as Celebrimbor told him in 2x07) - kills Glûg because this Orc was the last being he saw threatening Galadriel’s life? And projects his own guilt onto him? And how could he know that, unless he was the “Elrond” in the room? Because Sauron is powerful, but he isn’t able to see everything just yet. 

IV) Plot holes:

Plot holes from 2x06 and 2x07 that only make sense if it's Sauron and not Elrond in that tent with Adar.

What did the corpse that showed up at Eregion in 2x06 truly said for Sauron to react in such way (when no one was looking at him)?

Clearly it didn't say "Where is he?" because Halbrand/Sauron was the one who told Adar that "Sauron" was in Eregion, in 2x01, to plant the seeds for the Battle of Eregion.

This could also explain where Sauron got the pin. We know Galadriel loses her cloak and pin in 2x04, when she faces the Orcs and gets captured by Adar. If Sauron was keeping an eye on her (pun non intended), he could have retrieved her pin there. And this would also explain Sauron's reaction to the corpse in 2x06: it was a message from Adar revealing that he had Galadriel in captivity. 

Why didn't Adar take Nenya (nor even checked) from Elrond in that scene?

It was the ring he wanted to destroy Sauron. Why sacrifice more Orcs and waste time? And what guarantee did Adar have he would see Elrond again, alive or even with the ring on his possession? Was it only because Adar had a "flair for the dramatics"?

And why does Adar looks into Elrond's eyes before lifting him up (to make sure it's actually him?)?

Why, after obsessing over her for the whole season, we, the audience, didn’t get to see Sauron’s reaction to Galadriel being locked in a cage?

Sauron was at the walls of Eregion with Celebrimbor and the guards when the Elven army arrives, and the scene shows him looking in their direction. Are you telling me the "mastermind" behind this battle wasn't interested in knowing what would happen next!?

Note:

If the only the argument against this theory is that Robert Aramayo and the showrunners already gave interviews explaining the kiss, I would like to recall that Charlie Vickers spent the whole of Season 1 promotion saying that “Halbrand is just a man”, or them saying that “Haladriel wasn’t romantic” for two whole years. And, apparently, Galadriel has been in love with Halbrand, all along (and this was only revealed after Season 2 finale).

I would advise my fellow fans not to placed too much trust in interviews concerning this theory, or any other, really. “Rings of Power” follows the “Game of Thrones” formula: it’s a show full of mystery boxes and plot twists, sometimes from one season to the next.

The only question here is: will Season 3 reveal it or it will be an abandoned plot, or left ambiguous.

[herecirmsims]

Solo Horse And Rider

Nine poses for a solo rider and horse, plus all-in-ones. There are some issues with clipping reins (when using posed versions) and floating feet - please see details beneath cut!

You will need: - Pose Player - Teleport Any Sim - Horse Ranch EP

Useful, but not required for the poses to work: - Iberian saddle and Medieval Engraved Bridle With Reins - Reins For Posing Bridle

Download here (always free) SFS | Patreon

TOU: you may adjust for personal use to avoid clipping etc., but please do not reupload/paywall/claim as your own.

Other CC used: Leg bells and braided mane/tail/forelock by SchrodCat | Default replacement horse skin by @minervamagicka | Celebrimbor armour by @plazasims | a slightly edited version of Apricot Blossom Preset by Simsboo

I'd love to see them used! You can tag me on Twitter, Instagram, or Tumblr. I repost. ❤️ Thank you @ts4-poses and @alwaysfreecc!

You can easily browse more of my posepacks using my Ko-Fi gallery. Tips are appreciated but never required!

Details of known issues under cut to save your dash:

These poses have been annoying me for months lmao. I made them last year but ran into a couple of issues: at the time, all-in-one horse and rider poses posed out of alignment when placed off-lot with TOOL, and I also couldn't stop the reins from clipping in game (they are posed, and don't clip in Blender). I specifically wanted poses with reins because I have a hard time drawing them in, as I only have a mouse.

My off-lot bug seems to have been solved, and although I still haven't figured out why the reins are slightly off in game, I figured it probably doesn't matter: in the time Horse Ranch has been out, I've noticed most people draw reins in themselves.

I adjusted them slightly to work with the gorgeous new medieval saddle and stirrups by @morningstarequestrian , since that's what I'd be using my poses with, but although the rider's feet are resting on the stirrups in Blender, in game they hover. I don't know why and by this point I don't care enough to find out LMAO.

I've kept the original placement of the rider's hands and the reins on the horse rig, so you can use it with the LeiaMaria bridle for posed (but occasionally clipping) reins, or with any other bridle and draw the reins in yourself. In medieval art, most horses are shown to have two reins (one decorated, one 'normal') so I think using it with Morningstar's Medieval Bridle like this works fine (I would have drawn reins in myself if I wasn't lazy). The poses work with EA saddles, but I don't have other CC saddles-with-stirrups so can't say if the placement is off for others. 

[morganas-pendragons]

haven | celebrimbor

look ma! something happy for once!

if you haven't caught on yet, i've been writing these oneshots with the intention of them to (hopefully) be read in a particular order -> if you want to get pieces of the rest of the story, please read.. (there are PLENTY more coming)

Set before S2

Ease -> First(s) (coming soon, will probably be a drabble..) -> Haven (this one!) -> Nightmare -> Wash Away The Blood

prompt: Celebrimbor takes you just outside of Eregion to a hidden pool for your first date. Not one Elf but him knows about it as it has been a haven since Eregion's foundations were laid.

tag: @pentaghasm (you know exactly why) -> @celebrimbormylove

***

You're almost positive you've heard him wrong. It's only been a matter of days since you'd shared that kiss in the rain, and now it seems as if he's asking you - in the presence of his smiths, nonetheless - to meet him tomorrow for something he's calling a ''morning commitment.''

It's fortunate for you that you've come to know that Celebrimbor is a terrible liar.

Apparently, commitment means date.

"Good morning, nin tinu," His voice draws your attention away from your morning cup of tea as he steps out onto the balcony. “For someone who prefers to rise with the late morning sun, you are up early."

"That's because someone has been occupying my thoughts," You tease. You run a teasing finger around the rim of your teacup as Celebrimbor’s cheeks flush pink. "And I've come to enjoy the sound of the kingfishers. You've given me yet another thing to appreciate about your city."

"It will eventually be our city." Celebrimbor remarks. The two of you lean against the railing simultaneously and sip at your tea. While your thoughts are consumed by the implications of his statement, he's trying to figure out how to properly ask you to follow him out of the city so he can follow through on his ''commitment."

Celebrimbor blinks in confusion as you run a tender thumb across the furrow of his brow. "You do that when you're too deep in thought," You remark softly. "Is something wrong?"

"I have decided to take the day off from the forge today. It is a beautiful day, and I wish to spend it with you." Celebrimbor said. "However, the other smiths believe me to be following through on a prior commitment I made to you. They just believe it is regarding the weapon you asked me to craft."

"And what is it really in regards to?"

"I have something I'd like to show you outside of the city. It requires several hours worth of time. Would you like to accompany me?"

There's so much hope in those kind eyes. You'd never deny Celebrimbor, not when he's so earnest and open with you, but something about the way he's looking at you says that he's eager. This is something precious to him that he does not wish to share with anyone else.

You smile and nod. "When do we leave?"

***

The place in question that Celebrimbor leads you to a few hours later is nothing short of a haven: The swimming hole that lies before you is breathtaking. Celebrimbor has taken your hand where you stand on the edge of the ledge before you, a ledge that dips just enough for one to propel themselves off the edge and into waters below.

The trees shroud the watering hole from unsuspecting eyes.

"This has been here since before Eregion's creation," Celebrimbor says lowly in your ear, hands wandering to rest against your sides as you lean into his chest. "I have not shown it to another soul. It is... my haven."

You hum softly in acknowledgment as he presses a kiss to the junction of your shoulder that has your toes curling in your boots.

"And tell me," You reply. "Why is it a haven for you?"

"Because even amid all the turmoil that has been in my life," He does not look at the water as he speaks, but rather at you, because Celebrimbor is confident that every word rings true for the person who has become his true haven. A haven is a place of refuge, after all. "I'm reminded of the existence of beautiful things."

You go silent for several minutes. It's been such a long time since you've been this close to the water - as your last experience was when the sailors of Eregion pulled you out of the sea when you fell - and you're hesitant to tell him that you're not quite confident of your abilities in swimming.

"And what does one do in the presence of such beauty?" You peel yourself away from him and cross your arms to remove your tunic, revealing the underclothes you'd chosen for the occasion. They were meant to withstand water. "Hm?"

You bend to remove your boots.

Celebrimbor immediately feels his mouth go dry. The last time this had happened, he had been the one unclothed in front of you.

"My clothes are much more confining than yours," He muses weakly. "I may need more help getting out of them."

The late morning sunlight glints against your hair as you step forward to meet him, fingers wrapping around the fabric of your favorite set of red robes as he lifts his arms and the robe comes off. He too is wearing appropriate small clothes to withstand water.

If his mouth went dry, your mouth is the equivalent of the desert. He is a sight to behold.

"I'm sorry," It's rare for you to lose your carefully crafted composure, especially in front of him, but Celebrimbor finds himself endlessly entertained as you reach out a hand and press it into the divot of his chest. "I know I have technically seen this before, but you hide this all the time?"

"My eyes are up here," Celebrimbor teases. Laughter echoes against the trees as he lowers his gaze to where now both of your hands rest against his chest. "Come. Let's enjoy this time."

***

It takes Celebrimbor far longer than he cares to admit to realize you are afraid.

After taking the initiative to wade out toward the waterfall, he had been expecting you to follow him. What Celebrimbor found once he turned around was you lingering in the sand. It was evident from the unease written across your face that you were afraid to move forward.

"Are you coming?" He calls in question, clearly confused.

"I..."

Your eyes find him across the pool. He's truly the most handsome man you have ever seen, but you are most transfixed by his eyes. Celebrimbor's eyes are his most attractive quality. You could spend hours upon hours studying them: The flecks of brown held within the deep hazel that seems to go on forever, holding centuries upon centuries of kindness that so often is overlooked.

The words pour from your lips before you can halt them. You are almost embarrassed that they're spoken at all. "The last time I was in water such as this was when your guards found me in the river. I was terrified. This-"

"I will not let you drown," Celebrimbor says softly as he emerges from the water, droplets trailing down his chest to disappear at his waist and below. "I will not let anything happen to you. You know that."

The unspoken question of, "Do you trust me?" lingers in his words as Celebrimbor holds his hand out to you. You think that you could conquer any fear if he's there by your side to help combat it.

You'd rush into the front lines of an unwinnable war if he'd fight it alongside you.

Celebrimbor has never been a warrior. He's a crafter, a creator, someone who only uses his hands for goodness. Your hands... you don't even want to know what they've done.

You're determined to change the narrative. Even if you have committed things that you can't remember, the act of taking Celebrimbor's hand opens an entirely new possibility of only goodness.

You link your fingers and follow him into the water.

Celebrimbor's smile is well worth conquering your fear. "There you go," His voice is encouraging as he stops where the water touches both of your waists. He's taller than you here. "I'm proud of you. I know conquering fears is hard."

Your eyes venture upward. Celebrimbor has pushed his hair back behind his ears with his fingers, but there's one singular curl hanging against his forehead.

You tilt your head and curl it around your finger.

"Is there a reward for conquering fears?" You ask innocently, batting your lashes up at the Elven Smith who only laughs in response. Celebrimbor has not asked to properly court you. Not yet, but you want him to.

To answer your question, Celebrimbor cups your face in his hands and lowers his mouth to kiss you. You sink against him with ease and press your fingers into his shoulders to grasp at him as he eases your legs around his waist and moves deeper into the pool to the waterfall.

You whine as his tongue curls around your own and licks into the warmth of your mouth. He's just as good with his mouth as he is with his hands.

"Your other reward?" Celebrimbor begins as the two of you slip just underneath the waterfall. You shriek, burying your head in his shoulder as he tightens his arms around your waist. "I am not sure about your reward, but the sound of your laughter and the lure of your mouth is such a satisfactory reward for me."

Celebrimbor holds you there for what feels like years. You do not mind. You could spend the rest of your eternity here with him and be completely content.

"I want to move forward with proper elven courtship," You say softly into Celebrimbor's ear, pressing your nose against his temple as you play with the loose, damp curls at the nape of his neck. "But only if you wish the same."

Celebrimbor had been wishing the same since he first kissed you that night. He knew you were still adapting, still learning a whole new life, and becoming a whole new you, and for that, he did not wish to impose his own feelings when you were still wrestling with your own.

He smiled and slowly twisted his body in the water, eyes watching as you eased yourself to float atop the pool and allowed him to hold you upright.

"I would like nothing more, nin tinu," Is all he can reply, helpless and at your total mercy as you throw your arms out and embrace your fears while your refuge keeps you contained within his embrace, unwilling to let you go. "and I thank you for coming with me."

***

Less than a week later, you awaken to a gift on your side table in your chambers. It is a pendant.

A pendant with a sun and holly leaf. There is a note underneath the pedant in Celebrimbor's handwriting that makes your stomach flutter.

A reminder, for you, of our beginning.

[criticallyinneedofadar]

Hey! I REALLY LOVE your work ❤️

Could you do a part 3 of "A Flower Among Stone" please?

Where the reader finaly agrees to go to Eregion with Elrond. They're invited to have diner with Celebrimbor. Some other elfs make fun of the reader because of her dwarvish maners and Elrond stand up for her?

Absolutely!! I love these two. They are so sweet together

Among Friends and Enemies

The sun was high, casting its golden light over the vast expanse of Eregion, bathing the city in warmth and brilliance. The towers and spires gleamed, their elegant curves catching the light, while the air smelled faintly of fresh blossoms and crisp mountain air. It was a far cry from the cool depths of Khazad-dûm, and though you felt the ache of homesickness, there was something undeniably captivating about this elven city.

It had been months since you last saw Elrond, and his invitation—once politely refused so many times—had finally worn you down. You weren’t sure what had changed. Perhaps it was Disa’s teasing, or Durin’s knowing looks, or maybe it was your own curiosity. Whatever the reason, here you were, standing at the gates of Eregion, dwarfed by its beauty and majesty.

A familiar figure approached, graceful and composed, yet with a warmth in his expression that softened the sharp edges of his features. Elrond.

“You came,” he said, his voice rich with surprise and something more tender that he didn’t try to hide.

You smiled, feeling both nervous and exhilarated. “I suppose I got tired of saying no.”

Elrond chuckled, a soft sound that seemed to ease the tension in the air. “It is no small journey, and yet you made it.”

His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, the world seemed quieter, the bustling city beyond the gates fading into the background. “I’m glad you did.”

You felt the weight of those words, the sincerity in them, and you lowered your gaze, feeling suddenly shy. “I wanted to see what was so important about Mithril,” you said lightly, trying to break the intensity of the moment. “And perhaps to prove Disa wrong.”

Elrond’s lips curved into a smile. “Disa is rarely wrong.”

“That’s what makes it all the more infuriating,” you replied, your tone teasing.

He stepped closer, offering his arm in a gesture both formal and familiar. “Shall I show you, then? What we’ve been working on?”

You hesitated for only a moment before slipping your hand through his arm. “Lead the way.”

As you walked through the city, Elrond pointed out the marvels of Eregion—the intricate stonework, the lush gardens, the graceful arches that seemed to reach for the sky. Yet it was not the city’s beauty that held your attention, but the way Elrond spoke, his voice filled with pride and reverence, his passion for his people and their craft shining through with every word.

At last, you arrived at a large, open hall where elves worked with quiet precision. The scent of molten metal and polished stone filled the air, and in the center of the room, resting on a pedestal, was a small ingot of Mithril, its surface shimmering with a light of its own.

Elrond released your arm and stepped toward it, his expression softening. “This,” he said, gesturing to the Mithril, “is more than just a metal. It is hope, strength, and resilience.”

You stepped closer, the light from the Mithril casting a faint glow on your face. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered, reaching out but stopping just short of touching it.

He watched you, his gaze thoughtful. “And it is dangerous,” he said quietly. “A blessing and a burden.”

You looked up at him, something in his tone tugging at your heart. “Is that why you asked me here? To see the weight of it?”

Elrond met your gaze, the softness in his eyes returning. “I asked you here because I wanted to share this with you. You understand the cost of resilience more than most.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the air between you thick with unspoken words. And in that stillness, you realized that perhaps Disa had been right all along.

The dining hall of Eregion was grand and elegant, the long table laden with silver platters and crystal goblets, the scent of freshly baked bread and rich stew filling the air. Elven lords and ladies sat in graceful repose, their robes shimmering in the candlelight. At the head of the table sat Celebrimbor, his keen eyes watchful as he welcomed his guests with a warm, if reserved, smile.

You sat beside Elrond, your posture stiff as you tried to blend into the surroundings. The grandeur of the room made you feel conspicuous, the polished refinement of the elves highlighting your more humble appearance, the edges of your sleeves worn from years spent in the mountain halls.

Dinner began smoothly, with polite conversation and soft laughter. But it wasn’t long before the subtle barbs began.

One of the lords, tall and lean with a haughty tilt to his chin, regarded you with a faint smile. “How curious it is,” he said, his tone smooth as silk, “to see an elf so enamored with dwarven culture. I imagine it must be quite... different from the comforts of our own lands.”

Another lord, seated further down, added with a chuckle, “Indeed. One wonders if the air in the mountain halls hasn’t dulled her finer senses. The dwarves, after all, are hardly known for refinement.”

You felt your cheeks heat, the warmth of shame and irritation spreading through you. You looked down at your plate, wishing for the stone walls of Khazad-dûm to surround you once more, where no one would care how you dressed or carried yourself.

Elrond’s voice cut through the laughter like a blade, cool and measured. “It is a rare thing,” he said, “to find someone who can thrive in two very different worlds. Adaptability is a strength we should all aspire to.”

The room grew quieter as all eyes turned to him, his expression calm but firm. “Few among us could endure what she has and emerge with such grace.”

His words were spoken gently, but there was steel beneath them. He turned his gaze to you, his eyes softening. “She has shown resilience that many of us can only admire and a kindness that transcends borders. To belittle that is to misunderstand the true nature of strength.”

Celebrimbor, who had been watching silently, raised his goblet in a subtle gesture of approval. “Well said, Elrond. Kindness and resilience are indeed worthy of respect.”

The room stilled for a heartbeat before conversation resumed, quieter now, the air less biting. The lords who had spoken earlier exchanged uncomfortable glances but said nothing more.

You glanced at Elrond, a quiet, grateful smile touching your lips. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the clink of goblets and silverware.

He turned to you, his expression warm. “You need not thank me,” he said softly. “It is simply the truth.”

For the rest of the meal, the weight on your chest lightened. The room felt less oppressive, and the warmth of Elrond’s words lingered, steady and sure, like the steady pulse of the mountain’s heart.

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine speaking to Halbrand against orders…

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Halbrand turned at the sound of your voice. He wanted entry into Eregion. He would fool anyone who crosses his path - anyone but you. For reasons beyond his knowing, his heart sank at the sight of you approaching and drenched in the rain from the storm cloud he summoned.

He had wished that Celebrimbor answered, it would have been easier deceive him because all Halbrand wanted was to gather you in his arms. And he cursed himself for behaving so recklessly that he fell in love.

“You came.” He whispered.

Your eyes met his before quickly taking note of his injures, each placement sent a strange warmth in his heart. He saw you land on the split lip… and then the bruising around his neck from the metal shackle he was made to wear.

The sharp inhale of air reminded him of another similar sound when he laid with you under the stars.

“You should be inside where it is warm.” He said gently.

“What happened?” You countered.

It was clear to him that you were trying to build a wall so he obliged with an answer. “After I was sent away, I was attacked by a band of orcs.”

It was not far from the truth. He disliked that he was driving a wedge between the elf you called friend but he wanted you - all to himself. Galadriel would only ruin his chances.

“I was taken to their camp in Mordor, chained to the rest of their captives as they-” Halbrand hissed suddenly.

Your fingers traced the scars along his back. Wounds that he withheld from healing for the purpose of sympathy. But if felt as though they were being flayed open once more, a blissful yet pleasant burn under your touch.

When had you moved?

“They wanted information on you. And on Galadriel.”

Your fingers stilled. “She said you lied about who you were.”

Halbrand turned and bowed his head shamefully. “I did. I should not have hidden it but I was desperate. I only wish I had the chance to stay and explain. You must have thought me a monster.”

For a few small heartbeats, you said nothing. Then he heard your voice, deflecting yet again. “You need a salve. The wounds are not yet healed.”

Halbrand provided a small glance towards the tower. “Celebrimbor does not wish me to enter.”

“These are his lands. I cannot undermine his authority.” You said firmly.

Halbrand looked at you once more, heartbreak in his eyes. “Will you turn me away as well?”

You let out a small huff. “You have made it clear that you will not leave. And my defiance has made it clear that I cannot stay away.” The admission made Halbrand’s heart beat a second louder. “I will bring you aid but you must promise that you will leave once you are mended.”

“I cannot do that.” Halbrand said firmly.

“Why?”

“Because I have regretted leaving you once before. I do not wish to suffer the consequences a second time.” Halbrand replied, stepping close enough that his presence - his scent - almost had you dizzy with want. “Please, you must believe me.”

The air between you both was charged and it remained for a few minutes until you took in a sharp breath and stepped back.

“I will speak with Celebrimbor once more.”

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[just-trying-to-fangirl-in-peace]

Misled (Annatar/Sauron x reader)

-> in which Annatar tries to convince you that your father, Lord Celebrimbor, is the darkness you saw in the Unseen World

Warnings: manipulation (I mean, it’s Sauron)

“Are you well?”

You are not. That is why you left the forge to seek solace on the balcony, hoping that the sight of Eregion’s lights at night would help soothe your frayed nerves. But when Annatar asks the question, breaking your contemplation, you don’t quite want to admit it so plainly.

“I will be,” you tell him as he joins you at your side, standing with his hands on the edge of the balcony as you have been doing for the past few minutes. “I believe. Only that... I cannot put it out of my mind. What I saw.” You hesitate, your voice growing dimmer. “What I felt.”

Silence settles. You have yet to meet his gaze. Part of you feels guilty, even if it was an accident—putting on the Ring that carried you into the strange shadow realm for those few, terrifying moments. You feel as though you brought it upon yourself, and helped bring the darkness you had seen upon everyone else. After all, Lord Celebrimbor had insisted you do not join Annatar’s efforts to make any further Rings. But even as your father, he could not forbid you from doing so, and you wanted to believe that Men could be saved despite their shortcomings. The fact that Annatar shared your belief had only strengthened it. You knew you were right to try.

Now, you are not so sure.

“You are very brave,” Annatar says. Now, you do look at him. You find that his gaze is as soft as his voice, and his praise sincere. Your brow furrows in silent question, because you cannot fathom of what he speaks. Your experience with the Ring had left you trembling in fear, and you had not stopped until Annatar had stepped to your side, reassuring you that all was well.

“Some who behold the Unseen World are never quite at home in this one again.” He looks out at the city as he speaks, words laced with the deep wisdom you have come to recognize in him. “In its light, things appear as they truly are. Beings of different shades of light... and its darkness.”

“They looked very much the same,” you say softly. “The darkest presence appeared to me engulfed in the brightest light. I fear...” You trail off, the weight already in your heart doubling as you admit out loud, “I fear there might come a time when I’m not able to tell the difference.”

There is a sort of sadness in the smile Annatar gives you, but also understanding. “It is no easy thing, discerning truth from deceit.” He pauses, gaze drifting to his hands uncertainly. As if he’s not sure he should speak the words he does next. “Especially when we look upon those who are closest to us.”

“Of what do you speak?” you ask, sensing a deeper meaning to his words. Annatar turns more fully towards you, meeting your eyes with a grave look in his own.

“It pains me to say, for what you saw I did not wish for any of you to see. You, most of all, I had hoped to protect from this. Until I had helped him heal.”

At first, you are confused. But as his eyes bore into yours, willing you to understand, there is only one possible meaning to his words that you can think of. An erroneous one, surely.

“You cannot mean... My father?”

Annatar nods once. Your lips part to protest, but he speaks first. “I wish it were not so. The toll that creation has exacted from him in crafting the Three and the Seven has left him diminished. Vulnerable to the shadow.”

“Annatar, please,” you insist, driven by disbelief. “My father has his flaws, as do we all. And yes, the creation of the Rings is no doubt strenuous, but how could it make him capable of such evil as I saw?”

Annatar smiles, gently. “You love him a great deal.”

“We do not always see eye to eye,” you murmur, feeling suddenly shy under his tender gaze. “But yes.”

“And you are most precious to him as well, as is only natural,” Annatar reassures in earnest. “That has not changed, nor will it. But, surely, you have noticed yourself that... he is not now as kind to you as he once was.” He hesitates once more. “When you suggested that you go to Lindon and confess to your king that he had lied so that we may continue with our work, free of deceit...”

You remember, of course. Shaken by your previous experience with one of the Rings of Men, when Annatar had suggested that the Dwarves’ Rings had been corrupted by your father’s lie to Gil-galad, your first thought had been, naturally, to put it right. Your father had been furious. “He would never permit me to forge anything again!” he had said in horror. “You cannot possibly consider doing such a thing to your own kin.”

He had dismissed you, then, more harshly than he ever had. And you must admit it hurt. But that was only because he was afraid of losing the one thing he loves as much as he does you—his craft.

You tell Annatar as much.

“But there is something you don’t know,” he confesses. “After you left... Lord Celebrimbor ordered his guards to see to it that you were spied upon. And should you make any attempt at leaving Eregion... that you were to be brought back by any means necessary, and locked within your chambers.”

“Locked?” you say, frowning deeply. “No, he would never.”

“I wish it were not so. Alas, I was there to hear it myself. And it was a lucky thing, for I prevailed upon him to withdraw his word. On that occasion, it was but a moment of weakness. But I fear the sickness may spread, if left untended.”

His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, though it is plain how difficult he finds it to say such things to you. Despite how much you wish you could deny it, you find that the more you listen to his voice, the more you believe him. And it feels as though the floor is slipping from underneath your feet. This unease you’ve been feeling for weeks, the feeling that something isn’t quite right which you cannot escape inside the forge as you work side by side with your father... he is the very source of it. The being you most trust and cherish is what you saw in the Unseen World, pitiless and terrible.

No, not yet. But, as Annatar said, if the sickness spreads...

“What is there to be done?” you ask him, almost pleadingly. It’s clearer to you now than ever that he is your only hope.

“I shall do everything in my power to see him well again,” Annatar says. “As for you... I believe it would be best if, perhaps, you kept your distance from him.”

“You would have me abandon him at a time like this?”

“Not abandon, no. It would be for his sake, as much as yours. Whilst the Nine are still being crafted, his state might lead him to say or... do certain things that he might later regret. Which in turn might fuel the darkness, in a vicious circle. It is a terrible thing, I know,” he says, meaning to soothe as you shut your eyes tightly, tormented by his words.

“And you are sure the others know nothing of this?” you ask. Selfish as it may be, you don’t want them to judge that which they do not understand.

“Yes,” Annatar says, “and we must ensure this remains a secret. Even from your father himself. The beast within him shall be more easily defeated, if it does not know it is being fought.”

You nod in understanding. Now that the truth has been revealed, a tired numbness begins to settle over you. You had meant to save the Dwarves and Men as you had the Elves, for your gifts to help restore their light. Yet the dark seems to grow heavier with each passing second, and your father has been succumbing to it day by day without you even noticing. Have you condemned him to this, you wonder? Was there something you could have done differently?

“I have given you much to ponder,” Annatar says regretfully. “I shall leave you to your thoughts.”

And so he does. Or at least makes to. The moment he turns away, even when he is not yet quite gone from your side, the air seems to chill in anticipation of his leaving. Leaving you alone on the balcony, more alone that you remember feeling in all your years of life. It feels as though a sharp stone has sunk into your chest, and you cannot bear its weight upon your heart on your own.

“Annatar!”

Before you think it through, your hand is on his arm, causing him to hold still. You know he prefers not to be touched—you’ve seen him stiffen lightly when your father or some other smith pats him on the shoulder, however friendly the gesture. That is why you withdraw your hand as soon as you realize what you have done, even though he does not seem as bothered now. All you find in his gaze as he turns back towards you is the question of what drove you to hold onto him as you did. In truth, you are not sure what you need from him. Only that you want him there, with you, because...

“I am afraid.”

The words are but a whisper, and they sound like a plea as much as a trembling confession. You cannot see your way through the darkness anymore, and you feel as though the only light you can hope to find is him.

This time, it is he who touches you—reaching for your hand, cradling it in both of his as if he were protecting something precious.

“You need not be,” he vows softly. “Not whilst I am here.”

The words wash over you in soothing waves. His touch is already a wonderful balm, but then he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing the most delicate kiss against your knuckles, and... all is well. All will be well. The shadows cannot touch you, or that which you love, so long as there is such luminous beauty in your life to keep them at bay. And beautiful he is, as your eyes remain locked, the moonlight catching in his hair ethereally and making your heart tremble pleasantly instead of rattle with fear.

“Stay with me a little longer, would you?” you ask then, unable to help yourself.

“Of course,” he smiles that gentle smile of his. “For as long as you like.”

After that, your hand remains in his. Whereas the thought of touching him felt forbidden before, nothing feels more natural now that he has welcomed it. You hope for more—and, in time, you shall have it.

If only you knew it is the darkness itself that you are touching all along.

[simone8210]

Please, Change the Prophecy: Celebrimbor x Reader - Part I

Been working on this for the last couple of days. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 15.932, Present time = Normal, Past = Cursive

Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!

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The sea breeze clung to me as I stood at the helm of the ship, eyes fixed on the distant shores of Lindon. Home. We had been away for so long, chasing shadows and searching for Sauron in vain. But now, as the glittering towers of the city emerged from the mist, a hollow ache gnawed at my chest. I should have felt relief, or joy, but all I could feel was the weight of failure. And the silence that came after it. 

I glanced over at Galadriel, her gaze steely and resolute, despite the weariness in her features. The rest of the company had fallen into a quiet murmur, but none dared to meet her eyes after the mutiny. None except me. 

I had stood by her. How could I not? She was right. Sauron was out there, and we hadn’t yet found him. 

When the ship docked, and we disembarked, my feet felt heavy on the wooden pier. It felt odd to be back. I closed my eyes and let the warm sun and breeze try to calm me. I stood there for a moment relishing in the comforts of home. 

“Lady Arínel,” a voice said, breaking the tranquillity. I looked up and saw an Ellon standing there looking apologetic. 

“The High-King request your presence,” he informed. I nodded and moved to follow him before he stopped and offered me another apologetic look. “Perhaps, you might like to bathe and change first.” 

I looked down at myself and saw the grease on my armour. “Perhaps you’re right,” I replied with a small chuckle. 

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The warmth of the water cascaded over me, washing away the grime and fatigue from our long journey. I stood under the stream, letting the heat seep into my sore muscles, soothing the deep ache that had settled into my bones. My fingers trembled as I reached up to scrub away the dirt, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t scrub away the weight that clung to my heart. 

It had been months since I’d last felt truly clean, since I’d felt at home. And yet, here I was, standing in my own chambers in Lindon, feeling as though I didn’t belong. 

When I finally emerged from the bath, my skin pink from the heat, I dried myself off and looked at the simple tunic and trousers I had worn for so long. It felt strange to wear something so fine after decades of travelling, but I pulled on the regal gown that had been laid out for me, the deep blue fabric rich and heavy. It clinched at the waist with a delicate silver belt, the kind that matched my station, though I hadn’t felt like it for quite some time. The weight of the silver circlet they had placed beside the gown seemed like an unnecessary burden, but I slid it on anyway, knowing that my brother would expect me to appear formal. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. The contrast was stark. I no longer felt like the princess of the Noldor, though I had been one for centuries. But in that moment, I longed for the simplicity of the journey, the purpose I had clung to while following Galadriel into the unknown. 

But now we were back in Lindon. The search for Sauron had come to an end, though not in the way Galadriel and I, had intended. I couldn’t help but dread a little over the upcoming conversation. The High-King has summoned me. No doubt, he wants to speak about why I had followed Galadriel when he had called us back: Why I had defied his orders. 

I took a deep breath, smoothing down the gown before leaving my chambers and making my way through the familiar halls of the palace. Despite the grandeur, I felt uneasy, a stranger in my own home after so much time away. The weight of what had transpired hung over me as I approached my brother’s study. 

When I reached the door, I hesitated for a moment before knocking softly. 

“Enter,” Gil-Galad’s voice called from the other side, steady and authoritative, as always. 

I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The warmth of the fire did little to soothe the flutter of nerves in my chest. The grand doors had closed behind me with a soft thud, leaving me alone with the brother I had not seen in many long years. He was standing by the window, his gaze cast out over the city as the evening light filtered through painting the room in a golden hue.  His regal figure outlined against the light. His presence had always commanded a room, but now, I could see the weight of his burden etched into his features. 

He turned when he heard my footsteps, and for a moment, the stern High-King of the Noldor disappeared. In his place, my older brother stood, the one who had once chased me through the meadows of Aman, laughing, calling me by our childhood names. His sharp gaze softened as he looked at me. 

“Nésa,” he breathed, crossing the room in a few long strides. His was warm, the Elvish term for ‘sister’ slipping from his lips like a cherished memory. His hands found my shoulders, and I saw the tension melt from his face as he took me in. 

I did not realise how much I had missed him until that moment. My throat tightened, and I could only manage a soft, “Toron-nín,” my voice trembling with emotion as I called him ‘my brother’. 

Without another word, Gil-Galad pulled me into his strong arms, holding me close. For a brief moment, the weight of the world felt far away, and I was simply his little sister again, safe in his embrace. I closed my eyes, sinking in the familiarity of it, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he held me tightly. 

“It brings me joy to see you again, and whole.” His voice was softer now, his expression one of relief. I could feel his concern, his worry, woven into words. 

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. “And you, Toron,” I replied, my smile tentative, though my heart felt lighter just being in his presence. “I missed you.” 

He chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of my damp hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek. “I missed you too, nethig,” he said, using the Elvish word for ‘little one’, a term of endearment that, despite our ages, he had never stopped using. 

For a moment neither of us spoke. The silence stretched comfortably between us, a welcome contrast to the tension that had weighed down my heart for so long. But then his expression turned more serious, and I saw the flicker of concern return to his eyes. 

“I wanted to commend you,” he began, his voice calm but carrying a hint of concern. “You showed great bravery by standing by Galadriel’s side when the others did not. Even though it went against my orders.” 

His words should have filled me with pride, but instead they made my heart ache. “I couldn’t abandon her,” I said quietly, glancing down at my hands. “Not when she was right.” 

Gil-Galad sighed softly. 

“Why did you go, Arínel? Truly?” His voice was gentle, but there was no mistaking the depth of his question. “When I called you all home…why did you follow Galadriel instead?”

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. I had known this question would come, and yet, I still wasn’t prepared for it. My gaze faltered, drifting toward the fire as I tried to gather my thoughts. 

“I believed in her cause,” I answered, though the words sounded weak, even to my own ears. “I went because I believed in her cause. Because I wanted to protect our people.” 

He sighed, his hand still resting on my shoulder. “I do not doubt your loyalty, nor your bravery. You were always loyal to a fault.” His eyes softened, searching my face. “But there was more to it, wasn’t there?”

I froze. I felt my heart clench. I looked up at him trying to play confused. 

“Is that all?” he asked, his tone gentle but probing. 

I swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze. “Of course.” 

He raised an eyebrow, not convinced by my answer. “I’m your brother, Arínel. I know you well enough to know when you’re hiding something.” 

“I know not of what you speak.” I tried to deflect as I tried to get away from him. Away from the situation. But his grip on my shoulder grounded me as his eyes kept trying to search for mine.

The weight of his words pressed down on me, and I felt the familiar sting of regret rise in my chest. “It was nothing,” I muttered, hoping to brush it aside. 

But my brother wasn’t so easily deterred. “Was it…because of a certain Lord of Eregion?”

My breath caught in my throat, and I looked up at him, startled by his question. He watched me closely, his eyes filled with understanding. 

I swallowed hard, trying to keep the emotions from surfacing. “It wasn’t just Galadriel,” he said softly, leaning closer. “It was Celebrimbor.” 

My heart clenched at the sound of his name, and I looked away, ashamed of how transparent my feelings had become. I should have known I couldn’t hide the truth from my brother. Not after all these years. 

“Celebrimbor?” I echoed weakly, my voice barely a whisper. 

Gil-Galad’s expression was gently, yet unrelenting. “He is why you left, isn’t he? Why you followed Galadriel in the first place?” 

I looked away, my heart clenching painfully in my chest. This was the first time I’d heard it spoken aloud, the first time anyone had acknowledged the truth I had tried so hard to bury. 

“He rejected you, didn’t he?” He asked softly. 

The words hit harder than I expected, the truth of them breaking through the fragile walls I had built around my heart. My throat tightened, and for the first time, I allowed myself to fully acknowledge the depth of my own heartache. 

“Yes,” I whispered trembling, my voice barely audible. “He did. I thought… I thought if I left, I could forget.”

Gil-Galad’s brow furrowed, and he cupped my face in his hands, his touch tender and full of understanding. “Amin nethig,” he murmured softly, “Why did you not tell me?”

I couldn’t meet his gaze, not with the shame burning in my chest. “Because it was foolish,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “He…he never felt the same. And I –” I swallowed back a sob, the memory of that moment still raw in my mind. “I told him how I felt, and he… he was kind, but he did not love me. He never can.” 

The memory of Celebrimbor’s gentle rejection came rushing back – his kind eyes filled with regret as he explained that his heart belonged to his work; that he had no room for love. That I was dear to him, but not in the way I had hoped. 

My brother’s arms tightened around me, and he drew me close once more, pressing his forehead to mine in a gesture of comfort. “Lle naa amin mela, Arínel,” he whispered, the words slipping out in our native tongue. Though it was the love of a brother, it was fierce and unwavering. “You are not foolish. You are strong. Stronger than anyone I know.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I allowed myself to lean into his embrace, the pain of Celebrimbor’s rejection mingling with the comfort of my brother’s love.  “You are my beloved too, Toron,” I whispered back, repeating his words. 

“You deserved better,” Gil-Galad continued, his voice thick with emotion. “You deserved someone who could love you the way you loved him.” 

I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his words sink in. “But I chose to love him, toron. Even if it was unreturned.” 

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes with a sad but understanding smile. “That is the truest kind of love, Arínel. But it does not mean you must suffer because of it.” 

For the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to cry, my tears flowing freely as my brother held me close. His presence, his understanding, was enough to begin mending the cracks in my heart. 

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The gates of Eregion loomed tall and shining in the midday sun as I rode towards them. The white banners of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain fluttered in the breeze, their silver threads catching the light. My heart raced as the city of the jewel smiths came into view, gleaming and proud against the distant peaks. I had longed to come here – to see with my own eyes the work of the great craftsmen of Eregion, and more importantly, to learn from the master himself: Lord Celebrimbor. 

My arrival was met with honour and grandeur, befitting my station as a princess of the Noldor. Yet, the titles felt foreign to me here. Eregion had its own grandeur, and though I was addressed formally as “Lady Arínel,” I sensed a difference – a warmth that was rare in the courts of Lindon. This place was filled with scholars and creators, not statesmen or soldiers. It was a world of beauty and invention, where the weight of titles seemed less important than the joy of creation.

As I dismounted, one of Celebrimbor’s advisors approached me, bowing respectfully. “Lady Arínel, we are honoured by your visit. Lord Celebrimbor awaits you in the great hall. Will you allow us to escort you?” 

I nodded graciously, though my heart pounded in anticipation. I had heard so much about him – the last heir of Fëanor’s line, a master craftsman, and a leader with a mind that shaped wonders. It had been some time since we had met, only briefly, when he had come to court with my brother Gil-Galad. He had spoken to me little then, but there had been a spark of something in his eyes – kindness, curiosity. It was that spark that had stayed with me all these years. 

The hall of Celebrimbor’s house was vast, filled with light from the tall windows and tapestries woven with silver and gold. When he appeared, walking toward me, his presence commanded the room without effort. He was dressed simply, a smith’s apron still over his fine tunic, but there was an elegance about him. His hazel hair kept shorter than most with curls. His piercing warm eyes that held a wisdom and intensity that left me breathless. 

“Lady Arínel,” he said with a small smile, bowing slightly, though there was a twinkle in his eyes. “It is an honour to have you here in Eregion. I trust your journey was pleasant?” 

“It was,” I replied, my voice steady though my heart skipped a beat. “My brother sends his regards, and I bring tidings from Lindon.” I gestured to the letters I carried, though it felt almost secondary. Celebrimbor’s gaze was so focused, so intent, it was hard to remember the formalities. 

“Come,” he said, gesturing for me to follow. “We have prepared a feast in your honour. "

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That evening, a feast was held in the grand dining hall of the city, and I found myself seated near Lord Celebrimbor. As the night wore on, I felt the initial formality melt away. He spoke to me, not as a princess, nor with the distant politeness of a diplomat, but with the warmth of a fellow scholar. He asked me about my studies, my interest in lore, and what had drawn me to Eregion. 

“I have always admired the work of the Mírdain,” I confessed, smiling as I turned to look at him. “But I must admit, it was your work that intrigues me most. The stories of your creations have reached event he halls of Lindon. Your skill with the forge is unmatched.”

Lord Celebrimbor laughed softly, a sound that sent a pleasant warmth through me. “You flatter me, Lady Arínel. Though I must say, the praise means much, coming from one of the High-King’s kin.” 

I felt my cheeks grow warm at his words. There was something in the way he spoke that made me feel seen – not as a princess, but as someone who genuinely appreciated the beauty of the craft. 

As the night wore on, we talked more – about the past, about the nature of creation, about his plans for the future of Eregion. And as the hours passed, my admiration for him deepened. There was a grace in the way he spoke, a passion in his words, and a kindness that I had not expected. He was unlike any other lord I had ever knonw. 

By the end of the feast, my thoughts were consumed with him. 

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Eregion was nothing like Lindon. Though both cities thrive with the pulse of elvendom, Eregion’s spirit was tied to craft and creation. The forges burned endlessly, casting a warm glow over the city, while the sounds of hammers and anvils echoed in the air. It was a place of endless potential, and I could feel it in every breath I took as I arrived. 

The first days were filled with introductions and invitations from scholars, eager to share their knowledge with the High-King’s sister. The halls of Eregion were full of brilliance, each comer revealing new ideas, new wonders. It was overwhelming, but I was determined to learn as much as I could. 

One morning, I wandered the library, pouring over scrolls on ancient metallurgy, I heard a familiar voice. 

“Ahh, Lady Arínel, lost in the world of lore, I see.” 

I looked up to find Lord Celebrimbor standing at the entrance of the chamber, his smile gentle but curious. His presence had always carried a quiet power, but here, in his realm, he seemed even more at ease, more confident. 

“I am trying to keep up with the wisdom of Eregion,” I replied, standing to greet him. “Though it seems impossible,” 

He chuckled softly. “Impossible is not a word we use here.” He stepped closer, his gaze sweeping over the scrolls I gathered. “But I think we both know that some lessons are not found in books.” 

His eyes met mine with the hint of amusement. “Come, let me show you the heart of Eregion.” 

We left the library, walking through the bustling streets toward the grand forge of the city. The air was thick with heat and the scent of molten metal. As we entered, the artisans and smiths within all nodded their respects to their lord, who led me further inside, where the private forge stood, untouched by anyone but him. 

“This is where true creation happens,” he said, gesturing to the tools and the roaring fire. 

The sight of the forge was mesmerising, and the warmth it exuded wrapped around me. it was a space where raw materials became art, where the impossible was made possible. I stepped closer, drawn to the flams, but Lord Celebrimbor caught my wrist gently, stopping me. 

“Careful,” he warned softly, his voice low. “It is not just the fire that can burn.” 

I looked up at him, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the forge. His hand lingered on my wrist for just a moment longer than necessary, and when he released me, I felt the absence keenly. 

He stepped beside me, picking up a piece of metal from the workbench. “Have you ever crafted before, my lady?” 

“No, I have not,” I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended. “But I would like to learn.” 

He smiled again, the same gentle amusement lighting his eyes. “Then let me teach you.” 

He placed the metal before me and handed me a small hammer. “This is delicate work,” he said, standing closer behind me now. “You must feel the metal, let it speak to you.” 

I could feel his presence keenly – he was close, far too close to what some might deem proper. His breath brushed my ear as he spoke and when his hand covered mine to guide the hammer, I could feel the strength in his touch. My heart raced, though I tried to remain focused on the task before me. 

“Like this,” he murmured, guiding my hand in smooth motion over the heated metal. “It is not just about force – it’s about precision. You must be in tune with the material.” 

I nodded, though the hammer felt light in my hand, and my attention wavered. How could I concentrate when he was so near me, his warmth pressing against me, his voice so low and intimate? 

We worked in silence for a few moments, and soon the piece of metal began to take shape – slender and round, forming the beginnings of a ring. 

“You are a natural,” Lord Celebrimbor said, his voice soft with approval. 

I dared a glance at him, but his expression was focused, his eyes on the ring we were shaping together. There was nothing in his demeanour to suggest he was aware of the storm of emotions raging within me. he was only being kind, as he always was. 

He released my hand and stepped back, allowing me to finish the delicate work on my own. “Now, temper it,” he instructed, pointing to the quenching water nearby. 

I did as he said, though my hands trembled slightly. When the ring was cooled, I held it up for him to see. 

“A fine piece,” he said smiling again. “It is yours, if you wish it.” 

I stared at the ring, surprised. “You made this for me?” 

“No,” he corrected gently, “we made it. It is as much yours as it is mine.”

His words stirred something deep withing me, but before I could respond, he turned to gather more tools. “I’ll have it engraved for you later.” 

The moment passed, and I let out a quiet breath. My heart was still racing, and though he didn’t seem to notice my inner turmoil, I knew it was only a matter of time before my feelings for him would overwhelm me.  

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It had been days since Lord Celebrimbor and I had crafted the ring together, and the memory still played over and over in my mind – the way his hands guided mine, the warmth of the forge, and the excitement of creation that filled the air between us. I had spent much of my time since then wandering the halls of Eregion, meeting with scholars and exploring its wonders. 

That evening, I was sitting on the balcony of my chambers, gazing out at the city as the last light of say melted into dusk. The soft murmur of the city below filled the air, and a cool breeze brushed past, carrying the scent of blooming flowers from the gardens. 

A knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts, and I rose quickly, adjusting my gown before answering. To my surprise, it was Lord Celebrimbor, standing in the doorway with a familiar velvet pouch in hand and an easy smile on his face. 

“Good evening, my lady. I do hope I’m not interrupting,” he greeted. “May I join you?” he asked, his voice soft but warm. 

“Good evening, my lord,” I greeted. “No not at all. Of course, do come in” I continued, stepping aside to let him in. 

He entered the room with the same quiet grace he always carried, and as he crossed the threshold, I couldn’t help but feel a sudden flutter in my chest. The connection we had shared in the forge was still fresh, and seeing him now, so close again, sent a thrill through me. 

“I brought something for you to see,” he said, holding up the small pouch. 

Curious, I took it from him and carefully opened the pouch. Inside was the ring we had crafted together, but it had been transformed. The band was now engraved with delicate, swirling patterns, and in its centre, a sparkling gem had been set – a deep, rich blue that seemed to glow in the fading light. 

“You finished it,” I breathed, tracing the engravings with my fingertips. “It’s beautiful” I gasped. 

Lord Celebrimbor smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes. “I thought it deserved a little more attention. I hope you like the additions. I thought the blue would match your eyes.” 

“I love it,” I saift softly, feeling a warmth spread through me. He nodded at me with a smile before meeting my gaze. 

He gestured toward the balcony. “Shall we sit? I brought some wine.” 

I nodded, leading him outside where the night air was cooler, the stars beginning to dot the sky above. We sat side by side on the stone bench, and Lord Celebrimbor poured us both a glass of wine from a flask he had brought. 

“To Eregion,” he said with a grin, raising his glass. 

“To Eregion,” I echoed, tapping my glass lightly against his. 

We sipped in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the city below as torches were lit and the night began to settle in. the soft hum of the city and the distant sounds of laughter filled the air, creating a peaceful atmosphere around us. 

“How have you been spending your time?” Celebrimbor asked, breaking the quiet. 

“Oh, you know,” I replied with a smile, “exploring, studying, meeting your scholars. Eregion is… remarkable. I find something new every day.” 

His eyes lit up at my words. “I’m glad you think so. It’s my hope that Eregion can become a beacon of knowledge and creation – where people come not just to learn, but to share in the joy of crafting something new.” 

“And you’ve certainly succeeded,” I said earnestly. “it’s unlike any place I’ve ever been.” 

Celebrimbor leaned back slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “It’s not just the city or the forges that make it special, you know. It’s the people – the connections we make. Without that, Eregion would be just a place, like any other.” 

I nodded, understanding his meaning. “It’s true. I feel… I feel more connected here than I’ve ever felt anywhere else. Like I belong. In Lindon, my brother’s shadow can be quite big that it overshadows.” 

He looked at me then, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual. “I’m sorry to hear that, but I am glad that you find yourself at home in my city. That means I have somewhat achieved the goal I had set out.” 

The moment stretched between us, and I felt my heart skip a beat. there was something unspoken in the air, something that I didn’t’ quite know how to put into words. I took another sip of wine, hoping to calm the sudden rush of emotion that had filled me. 

“I didn’t come just to show you the labour of our craft. I came to gift it to you.” He said after a moment, breaking the tension. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pouch and took the ring we had crafted together, holding it out towards me. 

“As I stated earlier, I’ve made a few more changes,” he explained, turning it over in his hands. “It is not just a ring anymore. It holds… power. A small amount, meagre even, but enough to show what we’re capable of. I wanted you to have it.” 

I stared at the ring, my breath catching in my throat. “You…you want me to have it?”

He smiled softly, nodding. “Yes. it’s a reminder of what we created together. I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving.” 

Emotion welled up in me, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. My hand trembled slightly as I reached out to take the ring from him, and as our fingers brushed a spark of something passed between us. My skin tingled where he touched me, and for a fleeting second, I thought I saw something in his eyes – something more than just friendship. 

“Hannon le.” I whispered, unable to say more. 

“It was my pleasure, my lady,” he replied, his voice equally soft. 

We sat there in silence again, the weight of the moment settling between us. I wanted to say something, to express the feelings that had been building inside me for so long, but the words wouldn’t come. My heart raced, and I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, hoping he would say something, anything, to break the spell. Thank the Valar, for they listened. 

There was a sudden knock at the door. 

“My lord,” a guard’s voice called from inside. “Forgive the interruption, but there is a matter that requires your attention.” 

Lord Celebrimbor sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Of course,” he muttered, standing up from the bench. 

He turned to me, his expression apologetic. “I’m sorry, my lady. Duty calls.” 

I forced a smile, though my heart sank. “It’s alright. I understand.” 

He hesitated for a moment, then gave me a small reassuring smile. “I’ll see you again soon.” 

I rose and followed him inside. Celebrimbor opened the door, spoke a few words to the waiting guard, and then with one last lingering glance in my direction, he stepped out into the hall. The door closed softly behind him, and I was left alone, the ring still clutched in my hand. I stared down at it, feeling both elated and admired its beauty.

I went back out on the balcony and sat down slowly, my heart still racing from the moments we shared. The warmth of our laughter, his gentle compliments, and the intensity of our conversation still lingered in the air, wrapping around me like a comforting cloak. But now, without his presence, the night suddenly felt too quiet, the space between us too wide. 

I stared out at the city below, trying to let the beauty of the starlit sky distract me. But my mind kept drifting back to him – how close we had been, how his eyes had held mine so intensely, how his voice had softened when he spoke of things that truly mattered to him. 

I sighed, taking another sip of wine, trying to settle my thoughts. I had to accept that he would not return tonight. He was the Lord of Eregion, after all. There were always matters to attend to, responsibilities that took precedence. It was foolish of me to hope otherwise. 

I stood, moving to the edge of the balcony to lean against the stone railing, feeling the cool night air on my face. It was peaceful here, and I tried to focus on that – to enjoy the quiet solitude and let the evening end gracefully. 

And yet, just as I was about to turn back to my chambers, I heard the soft creak of the door opening behind me. 

I froze, my breath catching in my throat as I turned slowly. 

There he was, standing in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the soft light from within. His eyes met mine, and he smiled – a slow, almost teasing smile that sent my heart racing all over again. 

“You didn’t think I’d leave you waiting, did you?” he said, his voice low and warm. 

I blinked, too surprised to answer right away. “I…I thought you had more pressing matters,” I managed to say, my voice betraying the shock I felt. 

He stepped forward, closing the door softly behind him, his gaze never leaving mine. “Nothing pressing enough to keep me away from your delightful company for long,” he said, moving back to the bench where we had been sitting before. He gestured for me to join him, and I followed, my heart pounding in my chest. 

“You know,” he began slowly, “I didn’t come here just to deliver the ring. I was hoping we could talk a little longer.” His gaze flickered to the darkening sky, and he smiled. “The evening is still young, after all.” 

I couldn’t help the warmth that blossomed in my chest at his words. “I’d like that,” I replied softly. 

Celebrimbor sat down beside me again, settling back into a comfortable posture, his arm resting casually on the bench. The tension of the previous moment dissolved, replaced by something easier, more familiar. 

He handed me my wine again, and I took a small sip, glancing at him over the rim of my glass. His face was half in shadow, but his eyes still gleamed with that particular intensity I had come to recognise. 

I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a mixture of relief and joy flood through me. “I admit, I wasn’t’ expecting you to come back.” 

“Ah,” he said, leaning back comfortably, “then I am glad to have surprised you.” 

He poured me some more wine, and I took a small sip, once again glancing at him over the rim of my glass. 

“Now, what were we talking about before we were so rudely interrupted?” he asked, a teasing smile on his lips. 

I chuckled. “I believe we were discussing your ring-making prowess,” I said, holding up the newly finished piece between us. 

He laughed – a genuine, warm sound that sent shivers through me. “Ah, yes. My prowess. How could I forget?” 

“You did say  Eregion was about more than the physical craft,” I teased, “But you never said what else it was about for you.” 

Celebrimbor’s smile faded slightly, replaced by something more contemplative. He reached out gently and took the ring from my hands. He turned the ring in his hands watching as the starlight caught on its gem. “It’s about the pursuit of something higher,” he said slowly. “Crafting is important, yes – more than just a trade. It’s… creation. The act of making something that never existed before, something that can endure long after we’re gone. It’s about beauty. And light.” 

His voice grew quieter, as if the weight of his thoughts was pulling him inward. “But it’s also about what we leave behind. The knowledge we pass on, the wisdom we share. What’s the point of creating if there’s no one to understand it’s significance? That’s what I live about this place – the scholars, the people who come here. They do not just want to make things. They want to learn, to grow, to understand the deeper meaning of it all.” 

I watched him as he spoke, feeling my heart sweel. His passion was palpable, his words laced with a profound belief that touched something inside me. 

“You have a remarkable mind, my lord,” I said quietly. “To see beyond what others might. To recognise that true power is not just the things we create, but the knowledge we leave behind.” 

He glanced at me, something unreadable flicking in his eyes before his smile returned. “And you, my lady, are full of surprises yourself.” 

I blinked, taken aback by his sudden shift in tone. “Surprises?” 

“Yes,” he said, leaning forward a little, his eyes dancing with amusement. “You may be a scholar, a princess even,” he teased, making me scoff good-naturedly. “But you have the wisdom of someone who’s lived through much. I’m not sure I’ve met many with your depth of thought. How is it that someone so young – relatively speaking – can already know so much?” 

His compliment caught me off guard, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. “I suppose… I’ve always been a curious soul,” I said, trying to play off my embarrassment. “I find the world fascinating. There is much to learn, so many mysteries to uncover. And I’ve had a lot of good teachers.” 

“Like your brother, I assume?” he asked, tilting his head. 

“Yes,” I admitted, smiling fondly. “Gil-Galad was always the one to encourage me to think for myself, to challenge what I believed and seek my own answers.” 

Celebrimbor nodded thoughtfully. “He’s a wise king. I see now where you get your strength.” 

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Strength? I think you might be giving me too much credit.” 

“No, truly,” he said, leaning in slightly, his tone sincere. “I can see it in you – the way you carry yourself, the way you approach things with patience and a quiet resolve. It’s rare to find that in someone who hasn’t let the weight of the world bear them down.” 

I looked away, not sure how to respond. His words struck a chord within me, stirring something deep that I had not realised I’d been holding back. I took another sip of my wine, trying to steady myself. If I kept up like this, I might be drunk before morning arrives.

“I’m not sure if I’m as strong as you say,” I murmured. “But thank you. It means a lot coming from you.” 

Celebrimbor laughed again, though this time it was softer, almost fond. “I think you underestimate yourself, my lady.” 

I smiled, though I didn’t quite know how to respond. The conversation had taken a more serious turn than I’d expected, and I felt both grateful and overwhelmed by his kind words. It wasn’t often that people took time to compliment me as they would always compliment my brother to me instead. 

In an effort to lighten the mood, Celebrimbor leaned back and sighed dramatically. “Enough philosophy for one evening, though. Let’s talk about something less heavy, shall we?” 

I raised an eyebrow. “What do you suggest, my lord?”

“How about this,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Did you know that when I was younger, I once accidently set the entire forge on fire?” 

I nearly choked on my wine. “What?”

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “Oh yes, I thought I could speed up the melting process by adding a little extra heat. I ended up creating a blaze that nearly took the whole workshop down. Needless to say, that wasn’t the best day on the job. My master was furious.” 

I could not help but burst into laughter at the image of a younger Celebrimbor, wide-eyed and covered in soot, trying to salvage the disaster he had created. 

“I cannot believe it,” I said, still laughing. “You, the master craftsman, nearly burning down your own forge? That is priceless.” 

“Oh, I’ve made plenty of mistakes,” he said, chuckling along with me. “But that one’s always stood out.” 

We continued talking like that for a while, sharing stories from our pasts, laughing at the ridiculousness of youth and the things we had learned along the way. I found myself opening up to him in ways I hadn’t expected, telling stories of my childhood, of the mischief of my brother and I would get into. He listened intently, his eyes never leaving mine, and every now and then, he’d made a joke or witty remark that had me laughing all over again. 

At one point, I realised how late it had gotten. The stars were bright in the sky, and the torches in the city below were mere flickers of light. But I didn’t want the night to end. I didn’t want to leave this moment – sitting here with him, talking, laughing, feeling closer to him than I ever had before. 

Celebrimbor looked out at the sky, his expression thoughtful. “You know,” he began after a long pause, “I’ve found that the quiet moments like these are far more important than most of the responsibilities we bear.” He turned to me, his eyes soft. “Moments like this – where we can simply be.” 

I felt my breath caught at his words, the sincerity in his voice tugging at something deep within me. I couldn’t look away from him, not when he spoke like that – so open, so unguarded. 

“You’re right,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “These moments are rare.” 

He smiled, his gaze never leaving mine. “That’s why I came back. I wasn’t quite ready to let the night end just yet.” 

I felt my heart skip a beat, and before I could think twice, I found myself speaking the words that had been lingering on my tongue all evening. “Neither was I.” 

For a long moment, we simply sat there, the space between us filled with a quiet understanding, 

Celebrimbor leaned back a little further, looking up at the stars again. “Tell me more about yourself, my lady. We’ve talked about so many things, but I still feel like there’s so much I don’t know.” 

I hesitated, feeling suddenly shy under his gaze. “What do you want to know?” 

He shrugged, a playful grin crossing his lips. “Anything. Everything. Your favourite memories, the things that make you laugh. I want to know more about the elleth behind the title.”

I smiled, feeling the warmth of his curiosity settled around me. “Well,” I began, glancing up at the stars as I gathered my thoughts. “I suppose one of my fondest memories is when my brother and I used to sneak away from our lessons to explore the forest surrounding the Havens of the Falas. Trying to evade Master Círdan. We would pretend to be great warriors, like our father, on some grand quest, and we would spend hours wandering, completely lost in our imaginations.” 

Celebrimbor chuckled softly. “I can picture that. You, a fierce warrior, leading your brother into battle.” 

I laughed. “Oh, it was mostly him leading me. but I liked to think I was the brave one.” 

“You still are,” he said, his voice gentle. 

We continued talking, sharing stories of our pasts, both light and serious. Celebrimbor, as it turned out, had a knack for humour, and he made me laugh more than once with his witty remarks and stories of mischief in his youth. 

At one point, he glanced at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You have a wonderful laugh, you know.” 

I blushed, caught off guard by the compliment. “Thank you,” I said quietly, not quite sure how to respond. 

Celebrimbor smiled, a soft knowing smile that made me feel as though he could see right through my defences. “And you have a depth of wisdom that most could only hope to have,” he added, his tone more serious now. “It’s rare to find someone who thinks as deeply as you do.” 

I looked away, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude. “I don’t know about that.” 

He tilted his head, studying me for a moment. “I do,” he said simply. 

The night wore on, and as we continued to talk, I realised that the bond between us had deepened in ways I hadn’t expected. 

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The sky above Eregion was a deep blue, fading into twilight as the last remnants of the sun dipped below the distant peaks. The stars began to appear, shimmering faintly in the velvet sky, as I stood outside the great hall, waiting for Lord Celebrimbor.

It was my last night here before returning to Lindon, and though I had known this day would come, I found myself reluctant – almost desperate – to leave. My heart had been growing heavier with each passing hour, weighed down by a sense of unfinished business. There were words unspoken, feelings unconfessed, and I feared I would never have the courage to speak them. 

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and I turned to see Lord Celebrimbor walking toward me. He smiled warmly, and my heart skipped a beat as it always did when I saw him. 

“Good evening,” he greeted me with a slight bow, his eyes twinkling in the starlight. 

I smiled back, though it was bittersweet. “Lord Celebrimbor.” 

He chuckled softly and shook his head. “I think we know each other well enough by now, don’t you?” His voice was light, but there was something sincere in his gaze as he added, “If the Lady permits, I would ask that we dispense with titles for tonight?” 

I blinked, surprised but delighted by his suggestion. “I…I think I can manage that,” I said softly, my smile growing wider. 

“Good,” he replied, offering me his arm. “Shall we walk?”

I hesitated only for a moment before slipping my arm through his, my heart racing. His touch was warm and steady, and the simple gesture filled me with a happiness I could barely contain. This – walking beside him, sharing a quiet evening – was more than I had dared to hope for. and yet, here we were, alone under the stars. 

We strolled through the gardens of Eregion, the air fragrant with the scent of night-blooming flowers. The soft murmur of a nearby stream and the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze provided a peaceful backdrop to our conversation. We spoke of many things – his latest work with the Mírdain, the beauty of the city he had built, the stars above us. it was a light, easy conversation, but each word felt precious to me, as If I were storing these moments away to remember when I returned to Lindon.  

“Do you miss Lindon?” Celebrimbor asked, glancing at me.

I shook my head slowly. “Not as much as I thought I would,” I admitted. “Eregion has a… certain charm to it.” 

He smiled at that. “I am glad to hear it. You have been a welcome guest here, Arínel. Your presence has brightened these halls.” 

But the weight of my impending departure hung over me, unspoken but present. 

“I’m going to miss this,” I said quietly, glancing down at the ring he had given me. “Miss Eregion. Miss… you.” 

Celebrimbor looked at me, his expression softening. “Eregion will always welcome you, Arínel. And so will I.”

My heart swelled at his words, and I fought the urge to say what I truly felt – that my time here had been more than just pleasant, that it had changed me, that he had changed me. 

But as I opened my mouth to speak, to finally confess what had been weighing on me for so. Long, a guard appeared from the shadows, bowing respectfully to both of us before addressing Celebrimbor. 

“My lord,” he said, casting a brief glance in my direction before continuing, “there is a matter that requires your attention.” 

Celebrimbor sighed softly, his expression shifting from the warmth of our conversation to something more serious. “Very well,” he said, turning to me with an apologetic smile. “I am afraid duty calls and reprieves me of your delightful company.” 

I nodded, forcing a smile of my own though my heart sank. The moment was lost. 

“Of course,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I understand.” 

“Thank you, Arínel,” he said warmly, and with that, he gave me a small bow before following the guard, disappearing into the night. 

I watched him go, my chest tight with unspoken words, with feelings that had no outlet. The realisation that I had missed my chance left me standing alone in the quiet garden, the weight of my unspoken love pressing down on me like a heavy cloak. On the morrow, I would leave Eregion. I would return to Lindon, and Celebrimbor would remain here, as oblivious as ever to the affection I held for him. 

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The sun had just begun to rise when I stood in the courtyard, my horse already saddled and ready for the journey ahead. My departure had come too quickly, and though I had spent the night restless and awake, the morning had arrived far sooner than I wished. 

Celebrimbor approached with his usual calm grace, though there was a hint of something softer in his expression. Perhaps it was the farewell itself, or perhaps it was simply that he had enjoyed our time together as much as I had. I couldn’t be sure, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. 

“Arínel,” he said as he reached me, his voice warm. “I hope your journey to Lindon is safe. You’ll always be welcome at my city. Give your brother, our High-King, my regards.” 

I smiled weakly, trying to push down the ache in my chest. “I will.” 

There was a pause, a moment where the air seemed to thicken with all the things left unsaid. I wanted to tell him everything – that my heart had been his for longer than I cared to admit, that leaving Eregion felt like leaving a piece of myself behind. But the words would not come. 

Celebrimbor, ever the kind and thoughtful lord, placed a hand on my arm. His touch was gentle but steady, and it took every ounce of my willpower not to lean into him, not to let myself hope for something more. 

“You have been a wonderful guest, Arínel,” he said softly, his eyes sincere. “I will miss your presence here and our conversations.” 

My heart clenched, yet again, at his words, and for a moment I allowed myself to imagine that he meant something more by them – that he, too, had felt the connection between us. But I knew better. He was simply being kind. 

“I’ll miss them too and Eregion,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Another pause, another moment where I felt the weight of my unspoken feelings pressing down on me. But once again, before I could gather the courage to speak, Celebrimbor stepped back, offering me a small, almost wistful smile. 

“Namárië, Arínel.” He said softly 

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded, mounting my horse and giving him one last, lingering look. 

“Namárië, Celebrimbor,” I whispered, though the words felt hollow compared to what I truly wanted to say. 

And with that, I turned my horse toward the road that would take me back to Lindon, leaving behind the city and the lord – that had captured my heart. 

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Months later, when I returned to Lindon, I found myself constantly thinking of Lord Celebrimbor. My mind wandered back to the nights we spent discussing lore and language, the way his eyes would light up when he spoke of his creations. It was during those long days of travel that I began to realise the truth – I was in love with him. 

The revelation hit me like a wave, both exhilarating and terrifying. How could I have let myself fall for him? He was so dedicated to his work, so focused on his craft. He could never love me, not in the way I loved him. 

I told myself It was foolish. He was a great lord, an unrivalled craftsman. And I… I was just his guest, a fleeting presence in his world. But the more I tried to push the thoughts aside, the more they consumed me. 

When I arrived back in Lindon, I threw myself into my duties, trying to forget. 

Returning to Lindon felt like stepping into a dream – familiar, safe, but somehow distant. After the vibrancy of Eregion, with its endless forges, scholars, and discoveries, Lindon seemed quieter, almost subdued. It was good to be home, but my thoughts lingered on the time I had spent there, especially on the one person I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about. 

Days after my return, a young half-even arrived at court – Elrond, who had only recently begun his training as a herald. He had been sent to serve as Gil-Galad’s court, and his sharp mind and kind demeanour quickly won the favour of those around him, myself included.

I met him on a bright afternoon while taking a walk in the gardens, my mind wandering back to memories of Eregion, He had been sitting on a stone bench, deep in study, and our conversation flowed. 

“So, you’re the one who’s to be trained by my brother,” I remarked playfully when we were introduced. “I hope you’re prepared for endless debates about policy and diplomacy.”

“My lady,” he greeted, before continuing. “I’ve been warned,” he said with a grin, “but I’m hoping there’s more to life here than politics.” 

I smiled at that. “I suppose I could show you the finer sides of Lindon. It’s not all councils and decrees, you know.” 

From that day on, we spent much of our free time together – walking through the gardens, talking about histories, or sharing stories from our pasts. Elrond was kind, and his passion for learning was contagious. He reminded me a little of myself when I was younger. 

One afternoon, as we sat beneath the shade of an old oak, Elrond looked at me thoughtfully. “You seem distracted, mellon-nin. Is something troubling you?”

I shook my head, trying to smile through the ache in my chest. “No, nothing of consequence,” I said, though my thoughts kept circling back to Celebrimbor. 

Elrond didn’t press any further, for which I was grateful, and we continued to pass the time in comfortable conversation. But the weight of the unspoken feelings hung over me, and no matter how I tried to push them away, they always returned with a quiet persistence, 

Then, came the council.

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Lindon bustled with activity as prominent elves arrived from across the land – Old master Círdan from the Havens, Galadriel from her endless travels and searches for Sauron, and many others. My brother called the gathering, and with it came a sense of importance, of urgency. I wasn’t high enough in rank or age to attend the council itself, but I knew it was significant. My place, for now, was to wait. 

Fortunately, I had a constant companion in Elrond, who also wasn’t permitted to attend the council. 

The feast that followed was grand, the hall filled with music of harps and the hum of voices. As Elrond and I entered together I felt a surge of both excitement and trepidation. I knew he would be here – Celebrimbor. The thought of seeing him again after all this time sent a thrill through me, though I fought to maintain my composure. 

As I stepped into the grand hall of Lindon, the soft murmur of conversation and laughter enveloped me like a warm embrace. The air was filed with the fragrant scent of fresh flowers and polished wood, and the light of the candles cast a golden glow over the scene. My gown, carefully chosen for this evening, swished softly around me, trailing behind as I made my entrance. 

I had barely taken two steps inside when a familiar, strong voice called out, “Nésa.” 

I turned and saw my brother coming towards me. Gil-Galad, standing tall and regal, with the same dark hair as me framing his face, and his blue eyes softened with warmth. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. 

“Toron,” I greeted, moving toward him. He stepped forward, embracing me softly, and closed my eyes for a moment, grateful for the simple comfort of family. 

“You look radiant tonight, sister.” He said as he pulled back, his gaze sweeping over me with approval. “

“hannon lle,” I replied with a smile. He smiled back, before offering me his arm. I linked my arm with his and allowed him to introduce me to several lords and important elves I had only heard about not met before. They bowed their heads in greeting, offering polite words of welcome, and I responded in kind, though my mind wandered. I was nervous, and a certain ellon was to blame. 

My brother’s hand remained on my arm as we moved through the hall, and though he introduced me to more lords and ladies, I could see him mind was occupied elsewhere. He gave me a knowing glance that made my heart race. What had he noticed? 

Before I could ask him anything, the crowd parted and there she was. 

“Arínel,” came Galadriel’s voice, warm and full of affection. She swept towards me with that unmistakeable grace she carried, her golden hair flowing behind her, a vision of strength and beauty.

“Galadriel,” I breathed, stepping forward to meet her. I was swept into an immediate embrace by Galadriel. Her presence, as always, was a force of nature.

 “It is good to see you again. You bring light to this hall.”  She whispered, her voice softer now, holding me at arm’s length, so she could look me over. 

“And you bring strength,” I replied, smiling. “It’s been too long, Galadriel. My heart sings to see thee” I replied truthfully. 

“And mine sings to see you, as well.” She replied as she brushed her hand against my cheek,  “Eregion has treated you well.” 

I smiled, though I couldn’t help the rush of emotions that swirled inside me. “It has, but there is no place like Lindon It is good to be home.” 

She tilted her head, as though she could sense the weight in my words. “I trust you have many tales to tell of your time there.” 

“Some,” I replied lightly, though I knew she sensed there was more I was not sharing. 

Her gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before she smiled and took my arm, walking with me further into the hall. “Come, there are others who will be eager to see you.” 

“And you must tell me all about your travels and search for Sauron.” I replied as we walked together. 

As we moved through the gathered elves, I could hear snippets of conversation, murmurs of excitement about the council convening, the return of the warriors from the borders, and a feeling of something was stirring – something yet unnamed. The night was filled with anticipation, and I could sense the weight of it in the air, even as I tried to push it aside. 

Galadriel told me about her travels and her search for Sauron, until she led me over to where Master Círdan stood. His eyes twinkled as he saw me approach, and he opened his arms wide in welcome. “Ah, penneth! It is good to see you again.” 

“And you, Círdan,” I said bowing my head slightly as he embraced me. 

He chuckled, the sound deep and comforting. “How long has it been since we last spoke? I can still remember you running around creating trouble and evading your tutors.” 

I laughed at the memory. “Too long, my lord. I was but a child, though I think I caused more mischief than I care to admit.” 

Círdan’s eyes twinkled as he smiled fondly. “You’ve grown into quite the lady, my dear. You carry your brother’s strength with you, Arínel. You do your family proud. I am proud.” 

His words brought warmth to my heart, and I felt my shoulders relax in his presence. We spoke for some time, reminiscing about days long past, and I felt at ease once more in the company of those I loved. But even as the conversation flowed, a small part of me remained restless, as though something – or someone – was missing. 

And then, as if on cue, I felt it. A subtle shift in the air, a presence I had not felt since my departure from Eregion. I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat. 

There, standing at the far side of the hall, was Lord Celebrimbor. His presence commanding attention without effort. He looked the same as the last time she saw him. His hair, a soft chestnut brown shot through with silver strands, caught the light of the chandeliers, reflecting the warm glow that filled the room. It was neatly swept back from his face, his pale blue eyes – kind eyes that gleamed with wisdom and a gentle kindness. 

His robes were a deep green, richly embroidered with intricate patterns of silver and gold, flowing elegantly with every step he took. The fabric shimmered as he moved, catching the light in a way that made it appear almost ethereal, like the fine handiwork of an Elven craftsman. His posture was straight, proud, and yet there was something humble in the way he carried himself – an innate dignity that never bordered on arrogance. 

I found myself transfixed as he approached, his movements precise yet unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world. His build was slender, but strong, and though not towering in stature, there was an undeniable sense of power in the way he moved – controlled, deliberate, every gesture calm and measured. 

He came to a halt before our small group, offering a polite nod first to Círdan and then to Galadriel, the faintest smile touching his lips. 

“Lord Círdan,” he greeted in his soft, smooth tone, which carried the richness of experience. “It has been too long.” 

Círdan smiled, returning the nod. “It has indeed. Eregion thrives under your careful hand, I hear.” 

Celebrimbor inclined his head slightly, his eyes twinkling in the light. “It is thanks to the many hands that help me, not mine alone.” 

Turning to Galadriel, he offered the same nod of respect, though there was a warmth in his eyes as they met hers. “My dear lady Galadriel, it is always a pleasure.” 

“Cousin,” she responded, her voice light with affection, though her gaze flickered to me for a moment before returning to him. “It is good to see you again.” 

And then his gaze finally fell upon me, and my breath caught in my throat. His pale blue eyes softened just slightly, a brief glimmer of recognition in their depths, though his expression remained as composed as ever. 

“Lady Aríel,” he said, his voice gentler now, though still formal. “It is good to see you again.” 

For a moment, I was unsure how to respond, my mind whirling with memories of our time in Eregion. I managed to incline my head, offering a smile that felt a little too eager. “Lord Celebrimbor, the pleasure is mine.” 

There was a brief pause, the air between us thick with unspoken words, before Celebrimbor turned his attention back to the others, engaging in conversation with the same measured politeness he always carried. My heart, however, refused to settle, still fluttering at the sight of him. 

As the feast was announced and we made our way to the long table, I found myself seated beside my brother, and Galadriel, and as fate would have it, Celebrimbor sat directly across from me. My brother sat at the head of the grand table, his regal posture commanding the attention of all around him. I sat by his side, Galadriel to my right, and across from me, directly within my line of sight, sat Lord Celebrimbor. His presence lingered in the corner of my vision, a steady reminder of the feelings I tried too hard to bury. Yet every stolen glance in his direction only served to rekindle those quiet, longing thoughts. 

The evening unfolded in a blur of greetings and toasts. Galadriel, ever graceful, spoke to me of her journeys across Middle-earth in search for Morgoth’s servant – Sauron. She talked of the distant lands she had seen, and the ancient forests where hear heart felt most at ease. I listened, though my attention often wavered, drawn inexorably toward the elf lord who sat across from me. His presence was undeniable – quiet but magnetic. Every glance in his direction only deepened my curiosity, and though he spoke little, his eyes seemed to follow the flow of every conversation. 

As the servers laid out platters of fresh fruits, cheeses, and delicate elven breads, Galadriel leaned closer, her voice low and full of warmth. “It is good to have you back with us, Arínel. You’ve been missed.” 

I smiled, my heart lightened at her words. “It is good to be back, my lady. Though, I confess, there are parts of Eregion that have claimed my heart.” 

Galadriel’s gaze shifted briefly to Celebrimbor before returning to me, her smile soft and knowing. “Eregion does tend to inspire loyalty. And perhaps more.” 

Before I could respond, Celebrimbor’s steady voice reached across the table. “It seems Eregion has left a lasting impression on you, Lady Arínel.” 

I looked up, meeting his hazel eyes – calm yet intense, like the sky on a winter morning. His expression was as it always was: reserved, thoughtful, and yet there was something beneath the surface, something that stirred in me every time I looked at him 

“It has,” I replied, my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest. “The work you’ve done there, the city you’ve built… it’s magnificent. I found it difficult to leave.” 

His lips quirked into a faint smile. “It is not often that one hears such high praise. You honour me, my lady.” 

The words were simple, but there was a sincerity in his tone that made my heart skip a beat. we exchanged no further words in that moment, but the connection between us lingered, unspoken yet undeniable. 

As the evening wore on, the conversations shifted. My brother, spoke of the affairs of Lindon, of the peace and prosperity that had reigned for centuries, while Círdan and Galadriel occasionally chimed in with their own insights. But no where the conversation drifted, I found myself constantly aware of Celebrimbor’s presence. His pale auburn-golden hair, combed back neatly, caught the light of the candles, and his angular features seemed softened by the warmth of the evening. 

At one point, as I engaged with Galadriel about a recent expedition she had taken, Lord Celebrimbor leaned forward slightly, drawing my attention. “I remember you spent time in our libraries recently, and your fondness for our great lore of old, Lady Arínel.” He began with a thoughtful look crossing his face. “Perhaps we could compare our findings sometime. I’ve been delving into the ancient texts myself as of late, though more for the advancement of my craft than scholarly pursuit.” 

The offer was unexpected, but not unwelcome. My heart quickened at the thought of spending more time with him. “I would be honoured, my lord,” I replied, a soft smile on my lips. 

From beside me, I could feel my brother’s gaze flickering between us, his expression unreadable. His silence, however, spoke volumes, as did the subtle glance he exchanged with Galadriel.

“Do not let me distract you too much from your studies, my lady,” Celebrimbor added, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I have been known to occupy too much of one’s time.” 

I smiled, feeling the warmth of his attention, though my heart whispered doubts. Was he merely being courteous, or was there something more beneath his reserved exterior? I couldn’t tell, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. 

As the feast continued, more wine was poured, and the atmosphere lightened with laughter and the sharing of stories. Galadriel leaned closer, whispering to me of her past travels, her voice filled with both fondness and melancholy of memories of our youth. Meanwhile, my brother engaged in a lively discussion with Círdan about the sea routes of the west, their deep voices carrying across the table. 

It was only when the main course was served that I noticed how oftens Celebrimbor’s gaze drifted towards me. He was subtle, of course, as he always was. His hazel eyes – thoughtful, serene – would meet mine for just a breath longer than expected, before he returned his attention to the others.  Each time, my pulse quickened, but I reminded myself that I was likely reading too much into it. He had always been polite and kind, but never more than that. 

Yet, as the meal progressed, I couldn’t help but wonder. Could there actually be more to it? 

At one paint, as we were finishing our courses, Lord Celebrimbor addressed me again. “Do you still practice the art of the sword, Lady Arínel?” he asked, his tone casual yet curious. “I recall you were once known for your skill.” 

I met his gaze, surprised he would remember. “I do, though not as often as I should. Time in Lindon has made me… softer, perhaps.” 

He raised an eyebrow, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “I doubt that.” 

The words sent a thrill through me, though I tried not to show it. Instead, I smiled, mu mind racing with possibilities. Had he truly noticed me, all this time or was I merely seeing what I wished to see? 

Beside me, my brother leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve grown fond of him, haven’t you?” 

I stiffened slightly but kept my expression neutral. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled softly, the sound warm yet teasing. “You’ve barely taken your eyes off him all evening, and I can see why. But be careful, Nésa.” 

I frowned, my heart sinking at his words. “Careful of what?” 

His eyes, dark and serious now, met mine. “Of hoping too much. He is not easily swayed.” 

My gaze flickered back to Celebrimbor, who was now engaged in conversation with Círdan, his expression as composed as ever. My heart twisted at my brother’s warning, but I pushed the feeling down. I would let doubt cloud my heart tonight. 

For now, I would simply be content to sit across from him, our words lingering in the air between us, and hope that, in time, there would be more. 

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The night air in Lindon was cool and crisp, a gentle breeze weaving through the golden trees, causing their leaves to shimmer in the moonlight. After the feast had concluded, the halls warmth and laughter had given way to the quiet solitude of the gardens. I had excused myself after my conversation with my brother, needing time to reflect and breathe in the stillness. 

I wandered through the gardens, my feet instinctively finding the path u sued to walk in my younger days. The familiar scent of the sea lingered in the air, mingling with the sweet fragrance of flowers that only bloomed at night. The moon, pale and luminous, cast long shadows along the winding pathways, its light illuminating the delicate blossoms that lined the garden. 

I found a secluded corner near a low fountain, its soft trickling water providing a comforting backdrop to my thoughts. The stars twinkled brightly above, and I allowed myself to lose track of time, my thoughts wandering to the evening’s events, and more specifically, to the conversation that I had shared with Lord Celebrimbor. His quiet confidence, his understated charm – they lingered in my mind like the sweet aftertaste of the wine from the feast. 

I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn’t notice the sound of footsteps approaching. My hand instinctively reached for the hilt of the blade I always kept at my side, but I relaxed when I saw the familiar silhouette of the one who had occupied mu mind all night. 

Celebrimbor 

“Lady Arínel,” he greeted, his voice soft yet clear as he came into view. The moonlight caught his features – his hazel eyes reflecting the light as they met mine. He wore the same calm, reserved expression as always, but there was something warmer in his gaze tonight. Something more. 

“My lord,” I replied, offering a small smile. “I did not expect to see anyone else in the gardens at this hour.”

He returned the smile, though his was more reserved. “Nor did I. it seems we both seek solitude this night.” 

“And please, if memory serves me correct, I think we established there is no need for titles when we’re alone.” He teased with a smirk.

“Of course, my…Celebrimbor.” I replied, catching myself, which made him chuckle. 

He stepped closer, his eyes studying the garden around us. “Lindon’s gardens are unlike any other in Middle-earth,” he mused, his voice low. “The stillness here… is rare.” 

I nodded, understanding the sentiment. “There is a peace here that I have not found elsewhere. Perhaps it’s the nearness of the sea, or the long-standing tranquillity of the land. Or the great trees.” 

Celebrimbor’s gaze returned to me, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence between us was not awkward, but rather comfortable, like the quiet understanding of two souls who had long shared unspoken thoughts. 

“I noticed you left the feast early,” he said after a pause, his tone gentle, almost concerned. 

“I needed time to think,” I admitted, glancing up at the stars. “And to breathe. There are times when the bustle of the court is overwhelming.” 

He nodded in agreement. “It can be…heavy, even in celebration. The weight of expectation often lingers, even in moments of joy.” 

I looked at him then, studying his features more closely than I had been able to during the feast. The moonlight softened the sharp lines of his face, highlighting the quiet wisdom in his expression. I wondered how many such moments he had sought for himself, away from the duties of leadership and the pressures of crafting, and if he too felt the weight of it all as I did. 

“You carry it well,” I said, my words slipping out before I could stop them. 

He blinked, surprised by my statement. “What do you mean?”

“The expectations,” I clarified, my voice quiet. “You bear them with grace. Not many can do that.” 

He seemed to contemplate my words for a moment before a faint smile touched his lips. “I thank you for that, though I suspect you see more than there is, my lady. Expectations are easier to carry when one is skilled at masking their weight.” 

There was a brief pause, and then, with a lightness I had not expected, he added, “You, too, carry the weight of expectation well, though you may not realise it.” 

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “I think you overestimate me, my lord. I’ve spent much of my time in the shadows of those greater than i.” 

His eyes softened at my response, and he took a step closer, his voice lowering slightly. “Greatness is not always about standing in the light, Arínel. It is how we endure, how we quietly shape the world around us.” 

His words struck something deep within me, and I found myself looking at him in a new light. He had always been a master of subtlety, of creating beauty in silence, and in that moment, I felt as though I was seeing him not just as the great Celebrimbor, the greatest of Elven-smiths, but as a man with burdens and doubts of his own. 

“Is that what you do?” I asked softly. “Shape the world in silence?” 

A slight smile tugged at his lips, and for the briefest of moments, I thought I saw something vulnerable in his eyes. “I try. But the world is not always so easily shaped.” 

We stood in silence for a while after that, the soft murmurs of the fountain filling the space between us. the night felt timeless, and for once, I wasn’t weighed down by my usual doubts and uncertainties. Being in his presence felt natural, as if we had always known each other, and yet I longed to know more. 

“Tell me,” I began, breaking the quiet, “do you ever tire of it all?” 

He looked at me curiously. “Of what?”

“Of the responsibilities,” I clarified. “The duties, the expectations…the constant strive for perfection.” 

Celebrimbor hesitated, his expression thoughtful. “There are days when the burden is heavier than others,” he admitted quietly. “But I do not tire of it. The work – whether it is leading my people or crafting something with my hands – gives me purpose. It reminds me of why I continue.” 

He paused, then added softly, “And perhaps, it is in those rare moments of quiet, like this one, where I find the strength to carry on.” 

His words touched me deeply, and for a moment, I found myself at a loss for how to respond. I had never seen him speak so openly, so honestly, besides that night on the balcony. It was as though, here in the stillness of the gardens, away from the eyes of the court and the weight of expectation, he allowed himself to be simply himself. 

“I am glad,” I finally said, “that you find such moments of peace.” 

He smiled, a warmth in his gaze that made my heart flutter. “As am I, Arínel. And I find, this night, that your company brings a certain… comfort.”

My breath caught at his words, but before I could respond, he stepped back, his expression softening. “I shall leave you to your thoughts, Arínel,” he said, his voice gentle. “But I hope we might continue our conversation in the future.” 

I nodded, “I would like that very much.” 

He bowed his head slightly, a graceful farewell, and then, with one last lingering look, he turned and disappeared into the shadows of the garden, leaving me alone with the quiet of the night and the warmth of his presence still lingering in the air. 

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The morning sun cast a warm glow over Lindon’s terraces, bathing the city in a golden light. Arínel sat with Galadriel at a small stone table, the remnant soft their morning meal before them. She picked at her bread absentmindedly, listening to Galadriel’s calm voice as they spoke of old memories and the ever-present challenge of their age. 

“Do you remember how we used to spar in the fields of Dorthonion?” Galadriel asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips. 

I nodded, returning her smile with a fond one of my own. “I remember you always winning,” I teased lightly, though there was truth in my words. Galadriel’s skill with a blade had been unmatched even then. 

Galadriel’s smile widened, and a glint of mischief flickered in her eyes. “Only because you held back. Perhaps today, you’ll give me a real challenge?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge, my lady? Or rather should I say commander?” I teased back. 

“Indeed,” Galadriel replied, rising from the table with a graceful motion, her long golden hair flowing behind her. “Let us see if time has dulled your sword arm.” 

I chuckled softly, pushing myself up to follow. “Very well, commander. Let us train like old times.” 

We made our way to the training grounds, an open space nestled in a quiet corner of Lindon, surrounded by the tall silver and golden trees. I noticed a few soldiers practiced nearby but kept their distance, which made me chuckle. No doubt they knew of the prowess of the great commander of the northern armies. I would have to do my best to ensure I wasn’t humiliated in front of everyone. 

We both went over to the weapons rack and picked up a sword, the familiar weight of it resting in my hands bringing back a flood of memories. 

“I will not go easy on you,” Galadriel warned with a grin, her stance ready and light as she faced me. 

“I would expect nothing less,” I replied, falling into a stance of my own. 

We began slowly, testing each other’s movements, light taps of swords echoing through the air. As always, Galadriel was quick, precise, her blade darting in and out with the precision of a master. I parried easily, though my focus wavered for a moment when I caught sight of figures approaching from the terrace above. 

My brother and a certain Lord of Eregion. 

They stood side by side, watching the sparring session with great interest. I felt my heart quicken, my eyes flickering to Celebrimbor for just a moment too long. His expression was calm, but there was a subtle fleam of curiosity in his eyes as he observed our training.

Focus, Arínel! I yelled at myself internally. I forced myself to return to the present, meeting Galadriel’s next strike with a powerful block. The ring of our swords echoed through the training grounds, and the nearby soldiers paused to watch, caught by the rare sight of two of the finest elves in Middle-earth locked in a sparring match.  

Galadriel’s strikes became faster, more aggressive, as if sensing the distraction in my movements. The sound of steel against steel filled the air as I kept parrying, twisting my body to avoid ta well-aimed thrust. I could feel Celebrimbor’s eyes on me, and my determination flared. I would not be bested so easily, not while he watched. 

With a burst of energy, I pressed my attack, my strikes faster now, more precise, matching Galadriel’s tempo blow for blow. I feinted to the left, the spun quickly, my blade narrowly missing Galadriel’s shoulder as my old friend sidestepped with practiced ease. 

“You’re holding back again,” Galadriel, said a teasing edge in her voice, though her eyes flashed with pride. 

I gritted my teeth, refusing to let the distraction of our audience sway my focus any longer. I lunged forward with a quick succession of strikes, each one forcing Galadriel to move back. My sword sliced through the air, my movements fluid and graceful, and for a moment, I could feel my old self returning – the warrior of old who had fought alongside heroes of legend. 

With one final push, I closed the distance between us, my blade aimed for Galadriel’s side. Galadriel countered, but I was ready. I spun low, my sword sweeping toward Galadriel’s legs – until suddenly, with a swift twist of her wrist, Galadriel’s blade was at my throat. 

I froze, the cool edge of Galadriel’s sword pressing lightly my skin. For a heartbeat, I thought I had lost. But then I noticed the tip of my own blade resting lightly against Galadriel’s neck. 

We had struck at the same time. 

A soft laugh escaped Galadriel as he pulled her sword back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “It seems we have both improved,” she said, lowering her weapon and stepping back with a graceful bow of her head. 

I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I had been holding and straightened, a faint smile tugging at my lips. “Or perhaps we are both growing old and slow.” 

Galadriel chuckled softly. “I would never admit such a thing.” 

Our duel had ended in a draw, but as I returned the sword to the training rack, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of victory, especially with the way Celebrimbor’s gaze lingered on me. When I glanced up at the terrace, his expression had softened, a small smile touching his lips as our eyes met. 

My brother clapped his hands from where he stood, a broad grin on his face. “Well done, both of you! A duel worth watching.” 

Celebrimbor said nothing, but his eyes held something unspoken, something warm that sent a flutter through my chest. 

I turned to Galadriel, who was watching me with a knowing look, a subtle smile on her lips. “Perhaps we should spar more often,” Galadriel suggested, though there was a light teasing tone in her voice that made me blush. 

“Perhaps,” I agreed, unable to hide the smile growing on my face. 

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As the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across Lindon’s trees, Galadriel and I found ourselves walking side by side through the gardens, our footsteps quiet upon the soft grass. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, yet there was a weight hanging between us, one that I had felt for some time now but had not dared to address. 

Galadriel, as ever, moved with a quiet grace, her eyes scanning the horizon as if searching for something just out of sight. There was a tension in her, an unrelenting energy beneath her calm exterior, and I knew what caused it. 

The hunt. The search. The darkness that still lingered. 

We walked in silence for a few moments longer before I spoke, my voice soft but deliberate. “You’ve been restless, Mellon-nin. I can see it in your eyes.” 

Galadriel’s gaze shifted to me, the ethereal light in her blue eyes dimming just slightly. She let out a soft breath, though she did not respond immediately. Instead, she slowed her pace, as if weighing her words before speaking. “I have been restless, yes. More than I care to admit.” 

I studied my old friend, noting the way Galadriel’s hands clenched and unclenched at her sides, a sign of her inner turmoil. 

“It is him, isn’t it? Sauron. You still believe he’s out there.” 

Galadriel stopped walking, turning to face me fully. For a moment, the air between us seemed heavier, filled with an unspoken tension. Then, finally, Galadriel nodded, her expression hardening. “I know he’s out there,” she said quietly, her voice edged with steel and resolve. “He may be hiding, but he has not vanished from this world. Not yet.” 

I frowned, feeling a chill creeping up my spine at the mention of Sauron’s name. “It’s been years, Galadriel. Decades. No one has seen him or heard any whisper of him since Morgoth fell. Even my brother—” 

“The High-King thinks he is gone,” Galadriel interrupted, her tone sharp. “They all do. They believe that because Morgoth is no more, Sauron has simply vanished, faded into the shadows.” She paused her eyes flashing with fierce determination that I had always admired, yet sometimes feared. “But I know him. I have felt his presence, even now. The shadows have not lifted, Arínel. They have only shifted.” 

I felt my chest tighten at her words. I had heard the stories, of course, of her unyielding search, of the warnings she had given to the High-King and others. I knew of her deep hatred of Sauron. 

“And if he’s out there,” I asked gently, “what do you intend to do? You’ve been searching for him for years, yet not sign has surfaced.” 

Galadriel’s jaw tightened, her gaze turning toward the distant sea, as if the waves beyond Lindon could offer her the answers she sought. “He is biding his time,” she said softly. “Waiting for us to grow complacent. That is his nature, to deceive, to lie in wait until we lower our guard.” 

I stepped closer, placing a hand on Galadriel’s arm. “You cannot carry this burden alone, Mellon-nin. You’ve given everything to this search. But perhaps it’s time to let go – just for a while. Rest, be with friends. Trust that my brother will not allow any shadow to take root here.” 

Galadriel turned her gaze back to me, her expression softening for just a moment. There was a deep weariness in her eyes, one that spoke of centuries of struggle and loss. “I appreciate your concern, mellon-nin. But you know as well as I do that I cannot rest. Not while he is out there.” She hesitated, as if considering how much to reveal, then added in a whisper, “He took too much from me…from all of us.” 

My heart ached at the weight of her words. I knew well the toll that loss had taken on Galadriel – her dear brother Finrod, slaughtered and marked by Sauron. The darkness that had consumed so much of Middle-earth, even after Morgoth’s defeat, still lingered in the deepest corners of her heart. 

But I also knew that the constant search, the endless pursuit of an enemy that may never reveal himself, was wearing Galadriel down. “I do understand,” I said quietly. “But there is more to life than this hunt. You need to remember who you are, what you still have.” I paused, my voice softening further. “You are not alone in this fight.” 

Galadriel’s lips curved into a faint, sad smile. “And yet, I am the only one who stills fight it.”

I shook my head. “You fight it because you believe in what is right. But you are not alone. I will help you, Galadriel. If Sauron is truly out there, we will find him. But do not let this search consume you. There is still light in this world, mellon. Still hope.” 

For a long moment, Galadriel said nothing, her gaze locked with mine, as if weighing the truth of my words. Finally, she let out a slow breath and nodded, though the fire in her eyes remained. “I will try to rest, for your sake.” She said with a fondness in her eyes. I squeezed her arm gently, offering a reassuring smile. “Hannon ll.” I whispered back as we clasped hands and continued our walk. 

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The evening air in Lindon was cool against my skin, but the chill did little to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in my head. My conversation with Galadriel had rested with me. What if she was right? What if Sauron was out there waiting in our moments of complacency? It terrified me. 

I sat by the open window of my chamber, staring blankly out in the fading light, the soft murmur of the sea drifting in from the distance. I should have felt peace here, but instead, there was an ache in my chest I couldn’t shake – Besides my growing troubeling thoughts of Sauron there was another gnawing uncertainty that had followed me for days. 

I couldn’t stop thinking about him – Celebrimbor. 

Every interaction over the last few days and my time in Eregion had left me reeling, questioning what I had seen in his gaze, what I had heard in the warmth of his voice. There was something, wasn’t there? Or was it just my own heart playing tricks on me, seeing affection where there was only friendship? 

A knock at the door startled me out of my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned, suddenly nervous, as if I’d been caught thinking too loudly. “Come in,” I called out. Thankfully there was no nervousness to spot in my voice. 

The door creaked open, and there he was – Celebrimbor, standing in the doorway, bathed in the soft light from the corridor. He smiled, that familiar gentle smile that always seemed to reach his eyes. “Good evening, Arínel,” he said, his voice a low hum, soothing yet stirring the anxious flutter in my chest. “I was wondering… would you care for a walk?” 

A walk. Alone. With him. 

I nodded before I even realised what I was doing. “Yes, I’d like that.” He smiled at me, his eyes twinkling. 

I grabbed a light shawl, though the evening air hardly called for it, and followed him out into the quiet gardens. We walked side by side, the soft crunch of gravel underfoot the only sound between us at first. But the silence, wasn’t uncomfortable; it was filled with the kind of ease that only comes with familiarity. 

After a while, he spoke. “Did you enjoy the feast?”

I glanced at him, catching the playful glint in his eyes. “I did. Though, I think my brother enjoyed it more. He loves boasting about our family’s skill with the blade. And don’t even get me started on his fondness of his spear.” I smiled, trying to keep the conversation light.

Celebrimbor chuckled, the sound warm and deep. “I noticed. But he was not the only one impressed.” He gave me a sideways look. “You more than held you own against Galadriel. That’s not small feat.” 

I felt my cheeks heat slightly. “I only survived as I long as I did because she was going easy on me.” 

“Nonsense,” he replied, his smile widening. “Your blade was at her throat, was it not? I’d call that a draw, at the very least.” 

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Perhaps you’re just being kind.” 

“I never lie about swordplay;” he said, his voice teasing, but there was a sincerity in his eyes that made my heart skip again. 

We continued talking, our conversation flowing easily from there, filled with light-hearted banter and teasing remarks. He had such a way with words – so quick, so sharp, yet never cruel. Every quip brought a laughter from me, and I found myself forgetting the doubts and troubles that weighed me down earlier. For a time, it was just the two of us, enjoying the evening and each other’s company. 

But then, as we turned down a more secluded path, the conversation lulled, and the weight of the unspoken feelings settled between us. The silence grew heavier, charged with something deeper, something I could no longer ignore. 

I stole a glance at him, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. I had to say something. I couldn’t keep holding it all in. the feelings that had been building for so long were threatening to spill over, and if I didn’t speak now, I might never have the courage to. 

“Celebrimbor,” I began, my voice quieter than I intended. 

He stopped walking and turned to me, his expression soft but attentive, sensing the shift. “What is it, my dear?” he asked gently, his gaze fixed in mine. 

I swallowed hard, trying to gather my thoughts, my courage. “I…I have to tell you something. Something I’ve been feeling for some time now.” 

His brows furrowed slightly, but he didn’t speak. He waited, patient, giving me space to continue. 

I too a breath, my heart racing. “I’ve grown fond of you, Celebrimbor. More than fond. I’ve tried to ignore it, tried to convince myself it was nothing, but it’s not nothing. These past days and my days in Eregion, spending time with you, I…”  I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. “I think I might care for you. Deeply. I think I might love you.” 

The silence that followed felt deafening. 

He blinked, his expression still, unreadable for a moment. And then, slowly, he looked down, his brow creased as if struggling with something. 

My heart sank. 

“Arínel,” he said softly, his voice full of something I couldn’t quite place – regret, perhaps? “I…I don’t know what to say.” 

That wasn’t what I had expected. Not what I had hoped. 

He took a deep breath and lifted his eyes to mine again, and in them, I saw the answer before he spoke. “You mean a great deal to me,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You are one of the most remarkable elleths I’ve ever known. But I…I cannot give you what you seek.”

 I stood frozen, my heart shattering with each word. 

“I care for you deeply,” he continued, his gaze never leaving mine, “but my heart…it is not free. It belongs to my work, to Eregion, to the responsibilities I carry. There is no room left for anything else.” 

I couldn’t speak. The pain of his words, though spoken with such kindness, was unbearable. 

“I wish things were different,” he added softly. “You deserve someone who can give you all that you are asking for. But I… I’m not that person.” 

I felt as though I were drowning, unable to breathe, unable to find my voice. I hadn’t expected this – not the pity in his eyes, not the gentle way he was rejecting me. it hurt more than I thought possible. 

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out as if to comfort me, but I pulled back, shaking my head. “No,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please… don’t.” 

“Arínel,” he said again, softer now, his expression filled with sorrow. “I’m so sorry,” 

The pity in his voice twisted the knife in my chest, and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to get away. 

But before I could say anything, we were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Another ellon approached from the far side of the garden, his formal tone breaking the fragile moment. “My lord,” he said, bowing slightly. “You are needed…” 

Celebrimbor’s jaw tightened, but when he turned back to, I had already started walking away. 

“Arínel, wait—” he called after me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not while my heart was breaking. 

(Stay tuned for part II)