Anti-OTP: Celebrimbor/Pandora

[ringsmith]

Celebrimbor wanders into the mansion, a bit dirty and sooty from working at his forge, keeping an eye out around him for anyone he knows. He's in a lighter mood than usual, the work helps. There may even be a slight smile on his lips, maybe he's even humming quietly as he sinks into a couch, still wiping his hands on a rag not much cleaner than

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[pandora_antioch]

He will come across Pandora, sitting by the fireplace, though there is no log burning in it. She is pensive, but not depressed, and there is an abandonned book on her lap.

She feels him coming a long way, and when he is within sight, she will smile at him - genuinely happy to see him.

[ringsmith]

Perhaps it is her couch that he chooses then, smiling at her with genuine happiness as he makes a mostly unsuccessful attempt at cleaning up. "Hello, Lydia!"

[pandora_antioch]

"Helly, Celebrimbor!" It's contagious, particularly when it's him. "You look like you are in a grand mood, this evening."

She grins. She likes to see him happy.

[ringsmith]

He's been Making Things. Nothing major, nothing pretty, just working on more specialized tools, but just making always lifts his mood. "I am," he says, grinning, though it turns a little sheepish after a moment. "I'm sorry if I get soot all over you."