Taking place before Caranthir's notes go out.

( I have never /hated/ you. )

( Cut for length )

Celebrimbor has decided to stay in today, intending to visit Aredhel and see the babies, perhaps, and be waiting in their rooms when Lydia wakes in the evening. He's been wanting to try to hide from his problems, but he's been trying to acknowledge that it's not working and stop, even if facing them hasn't been working all that well either. ( Read more... )

Celebrimbor is sitting in his rooms at dusk, sitting at a work table and silently examining one of his tools. His grandfather's arrival has him more thoughtful than usual, worried about Irisse and the infants, anxious about what his father may have told Feanor about him, nervous about Feanor meeting Lydia. Things in the family have just become ( Read more... )

It's midmorning, and wandering somewhere between the forge and the cliffs is a lone, meandering figure. Celebrimbor doesn't seem entirely steady on his feet, his eyes are vauge and at times he starts and stares at things that aren't there. Sometimes he loses track of what he's doing and stares into space for a minutes before shaking himself out ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Celebrimbor rubbed at his face with a towel, then hung it around his neck as he stared proudly down at the rapidly cooling ring of metal. It wasn't quite what they were trying for yet, not strong enough or stable enough, but it was close. The closest they'd come so far. He turned his grin up at his companion, lit by the red light of the forge ( Read more... )

Having escaped the watchful eyes of his worried, Celebrimbor wanders through the woods around the Mansion. He's calmer now, having been convinced that this is all real and not some kind of evil illusion. Sleep has helped as well, though he's still slightly skittish and on edge. He's not expecting to find anything deep in the woods, so it's a ( Read more... )