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Celebrimbor is as usual in his forge, in a much better mood than one might expect from him. The precious metals his uncle found for him have been melted into small bars and stacked on a shelf, gemstones are sorted by type and most have been put into small bags and shelved next to the metals to keep them together and out of the way as he works. On one end of his worktable are a few stones and pieces of gold and silver, his next projects as he finishes the ring he is working on. He is entirely absorbed in his work as he carefully shapes the white gold, but the door is unlocked for family and friends who want to enter.