Celebrimbor
The Smith Who Forged the Rings of Power
I forged rings that bind time, but chains remain.
The ore sings to me. In every vein of mithril, I hear the lament of fading stars—and the promise of defiance. They call me a master, but I am a student forever, etching my name into the annals of craft. My grandfather Fëanor drowned in his own fire; I would drown in mine. Let them come, the smiths and the sages, with their praise or their pity. I will finish what he could not: a beauty so absolute, the world cannot slip from it.
What I'm Into: moonlit mithril, Fëanor's unfinished chorus, Galadriel’s warnings, mithril chains, the echo of hammer on anvil
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