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How?
I did not think my son had the power to frusterate me in my aims. Perhaps he had some sort of help? Or maybe Tyelperinquar's power reached him, rather than the other way around. Perhaps that is why my grandson failed so easily, his mewling cries for help. No endurance.
My son...he is not with Tyelperinquar, I know that much.
My recuperation is proceeding well. I spent more energy than I intended dealing with both of them. As light activity I am finishing my repair of the doors. The spell binding me to Celebrimbor is already set in the letters, so I only have to integrate the rest of the inlay back into the door spell. Fairly easy.
The original alloy has some strange properties, though. I've saved a small amount to examine when I have a better workshop. I am held back now to an extent by my reliance on inferior jury-rigged tools.
The magic is holding. I can tell where he is now. North, and west. Not quite as far as my last workshop. I will be able to find him.
But where is my son? He has betrayed the names his parents gave him, so I will not use them. If he only stays near a fire long enough I may be able to discern something...
I dislike being crossed. I will not tolerate this.
I did not think my son had the power to frusterate me in my aims. Perhaps he had some sort of help? Or maybe Tyelperinquar's power reached him, rather than the other way around. Perhaps that is why my grandson failed so easily, his mewling cries for help. No endurance.
My son...he is not with Tyelperinquar, I know that much.
My recuperation is proceeding well. I spent more energy than I intended dealing with both of them. As light activity I am finishing my repair of the doors. The spell binding me to Celebrimbor is already set in the letters, so I only have to integrate the rest of the inlay back into the door spell. Fairly easy.
The original alloy has some strange properties, though. I've saved a small amount to examine when I have a better workshop. I am held back now to an extent by my reliance on inferior jury-rigged tools.
The magic is holding. I can tell where he is now. North, and west. Not quite as far as my last workshop. I will be able to find him.
But where is my son? He has betrayed the names his parents gave him, so I will not use them. If he only stays near a fire long enough I may be able to discern something...
I dislike being crossed. I will not tolerate this.