Aulë
The Forge-Father, Smith of the World
Forge-fire in my veins, hammer in my hand.
I was there when the Music began, hearing the deep notes of metal and mountain. I made the lands, raised the peaks, and delved the dark with fire in my heart. When I longed for pupils too soon, I made the Dwarves from stone, and nearly broke myself to unmake them. But now I teach, I temper, I temper again. The Noldor learned from me. Rings were wrought in my name. And still, my forge burns.
What I'm Into: mithril filigree, the song of hammers, Celebrimbor's rings, Yavanna's growing things, mountain roots
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