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You can pry buff Celebrimbor out of my cold dead hands. He is a blacksmith. He is a grandson of Fëanor. He has survived and fought in too many wars to count.

But you must remember:

He is also a little guy. He chose not to follow his family into another kinslaying. He created a city of peace and happiness. He likes building doors. He is my baby boy who can wield a sledgehammer like a sword, my little guy who make the finest details in rings and gems. He is very cool.

aww brimbyyyyy

An Artist's Gaze

A/N: This is my first time writing for Celebrimbor, let me know what you think!

Pairing: Celebrimbor x Reader

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The ringing of hammers and the hum of the forge fill the space around you, a symphony you’ve always found soothing, even exhilarating. But today, there's a heightened anticipation in the air as you catch sight of Celebrimbor across the workshop, quietly absorbed in his work. His concentration is intense, his brow furrowed, his gloved fingers moving with expert precision over a small circlet he’s crafting—a piece fit for a High King.

You’ve only spoken with him a handful of times over the years, as your own work takes you often to other cities, each with its own demands and requests for your intricate armor designs. But today, you've been summoned here by Celebrimbor himself, a request you couldn’t easily dismiss.

When he notices you, a flicker of a smile lights his face, though it’s softened by a slight shyness. “Thank you for coming,” he says, his voice gentle yet purposeful. “I’ve been working on a new set for Gil-galad, but I wanted your opinion on some… details. Especially to match this,” he gestures to the circlet, setting it carefully on the bench between you.

You examine the circlet, noting the fine etching of stars along its band, the delicate but powerful shapes carved with unmistakable expertise. “This is beautiful,” you murmur, meeting his eyes briefly before your attention returns to the piece. “The stars… are they a nod to Gil-galad’s lineage?”

He nods, seeming pleased that you caught the detail. “Yes. I wanted it to reflect his heritage, but I also want the armor to carry the same strength. Subtle, but… unmistakable.” His gaze flickers back to the circlet, and he runs a hand through his hair—a touch of nervousness you wouldn’t expect from one so skilled. “Your work, though… the precision of your designs. It’s unparalleled. I thought you might have ideas on how best to harmonize the pieces.”

You find yourself smiling, a bit surprised by his earnest praise. “Flattery from the master himself? I’ll try not to let it go to my head.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink as he laughs quietly, adjusting a tool on the bench to avoid your gaze. “Merely the truth,” he says, clearing his throat. “But I appreciate your humility.”

You lean closer, studying the circlet’s design again, envisioning how it could complement the armor’s larger surface. Your fingers brush his on the table as you reach for a sketch he’s begun, and he goes still, a breath catching, though he doesn’t pull away.

“The armor,” you say softly, “could carry these same stars, but larger, perhaps along the chest and shoulders, so they appear as if they’re guarding him from all sides. A constellation of protection.”

His gaze lifts to yours, admiration shining through his reserve. “You always find a way to bring lightness to strength,” he murmurs, as though the words slipped out unbidden. He holds your gaze a moment too long, his shyness momentarily forgotten, and in that quiet space between you, the warmth of the forge seems almost unnecessary.

The silence stretches, charged, until Celebrimbor seems to realize how intensely he’s been looking at you. His eyes widen slightly, and the faint pink deepens in his cheeks as he glances back down at the circlet, quickly busying himself with adjusting a few sketches on the table.

"Thank you," he says, clearing his throat as he tries to recover his usual composure. “Your insight is… invaluable. I would be honored if you would consider assisting with the chest plate. Gil-galad deserves a piece crafted with the care and precision you bring.” He’s fidgeting now, his fingers adjusting the circlet for the third time, his voice losing a little of its steady confidence.

You smile, reaching out to gently stop his hand as it fusses over a perfectly aligned sketch. “I’d be glad to work on it with you. No need to be so shy, Celebrimbor. We are, after all, just discussing armor.” You tilt your head, letting a hint of warmth seep into your tone. “And if you’re interested, I know a lovely spot near the river—a quiet place for tea and lemon cakes as the sun goes down. Seems like a perfect end to a day at the forge, don’t you think?”

His hand stills under yours, his mouth opening slightly in surprise before a hesitant, boyish grin breaks across his face. “I—I would… I would like that very much.” He’s still blushing, but the usual shyness has melted, replaced with something softer, more open, as though the promise of an evening by the river has somehow lifted a weight from his heart.

“Good,” you say, letting your fingers linger just a second longer before releasing his hand. “Then let’s finish this work so we’re free to enjoy it.”

For the rest of the afternoon, he works by your side, his quiet confidence slipping back into place but interspersed with glances your way, a little less guarded each time. You both work in the comfort of an unspoken promise, the memory of warmth to carry with you until the golden light fades, leaving only the sound of the river and the sweetness of lemon cakes in its wake.

Preview for Lady of the Noldor - Noldoriel of Eregion (Part I)

Screams rang out in the courtyard as the panicked elves rushed about, desperate to go to the safety of their homes. Fear had taken a hold of Noldoriel’s heart as she glanced at the flaming spheres launched by the orcs slowly streaking towards Eregion. Her mind raced as she thought of all the times she’d spent here, the moments she’d shared with friends, with Erestor, Mirdania, Malendol, amongst others.

A hand landed gently on her shoulder. It was Annatar, returning to her side after issuing orders. Noldoriel whirled around to face him, a question burning in her eyes. “What if Mirdania was right?”

“About what?” Annatar’s head tilted sideways, his eyebrow raised.

“A few days ago, she told me,” Noldoriel began. “She told me she was resizing a Ring of Power, accidentally put it on. She saw a being of flame and darkness, reeking of death. That it had been here among us all along.”

After a moment of silence between them, Noldoriel spoke again. “What if she was right? The Deceiver had been among us all along?”

“What brings you to that conclusion?” Annatar questioned. Noldoriel didn’t miss the way his lip curled at the query.

“Things have been going wrong in Eregion of late,” Noldoriel responded. “Celebrimbor has become…more irritable. Consumed by making the Rings. This has never happened to him before. And I feel…I feel a strange malevolence in the air, even now. Something that has been there since, since…”

She looked at him, their eyes meeting. “Since you arrived.”

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Comment your thoughts guys!

Twisted satisfaction. The slightest smirk that everything around him is crumbling, all according to plan.

From S2 Ep 6.

Finding myself staring at the many gifs of Annatar/Sauron following episode six, and I just found myself falling in love with his profile? Because why not.

It's a really good profile.

10/10 no notes.

Could someone draw this for us pleeeeeease?